Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 09:26:41 +0100 (BST)
From: aculeus@btopenworld.com
Subject: Boys Boys Boys: Boys and More Boys

Disclaimer: any resemblance to real people or actual situations is purely
coincidental

			      BOYS BOYS BOYS
			    BOYS AND MORE BOYS


ONE

I'd spent three years watching my cock grow and spurting cum into socks,
over the bedclothes and into rags and I'd enjoyed every fucking minute of
it. But I'd never had a cock in my mouth or up my arse and I'd not even
seen a guy's cock at full stretch let alone feel one. Then one weekend my
mum went off somewhere visiting a friend. I didn't know where she was going
and frankly I didn't care a shit. All I did know was that she wanted me to
meet her when she got back. Well, that's how I came to be down the railway
station at eight o'clock one cold Saturday night towards the end of
October, feeling thoroughly pissed off.

At about ten past eight the train slowly drew into the platform, ten
minutes late. Fuck knows how many people got off but where was my mother?
Of course she wasn't fucking well on it -typical.  So there I was, freezing
cold, standing at the barrier not knowing what to do. I went and had a look
at the timetable and found out there wasn't another train for two fucking
hours. Of course if my mother had any sense she would have got a mobile and
I could have found out what was going on but no she refused to get one
because she reckoned they were a waste of money.

So what was I going to do? Well I decided the first thing to do was to go
and have a piss. No! I know what you're thinking, I mean a piss.  I made my
way to the bogs, went down the steps and paid my 20p - which I claimed back
from my mother - and stood there, directing my piss at some fag ends. I was
so fucking annoyed that I didn't really take much notice of what was going
on around me but as I shook my cock to get rid of any spare piss before
putting it away I realised there was somebody next to me. I glanced
sideways and saw a guy of about thirty.



I thought no more of it and began slowly climbing the stairs leading to the
platforms. When I got to the top I looked up at the station clock. There
was over an hour and a half to wait so I made my way out to the front of
the station and stood there trying to make up my mind what to do next. Was
I to go home? No there wasn't time.  Was I to go for a drink? Yea, if I
could find a pub that would serve me.

I was just about to move off when a guy came up to me and asked whether I
was waiting for someone. At first I thought it was one of those plain
clothed coppers that hang around train station making sure nobody enjoys
themselves but then I realised it was the guy who'd stood next to me in the
bog. I looked at him and muttered something about having to wait two
fucking hours for my mother. There was a slight pause before he said:

 ' You can come back to my place if you like. It's better than hanging
around here'

Fuck! No point in telling you what started to go through my mind.

We walked down the road in silence for about five minutes before coming to
a large block of flats and then turned left down a small alley until we
came to a door. Without a word, the guy got his keys out, opened the door
and led me into a small one room flat. Fuck! I couldn't believe what I saw
when I got inside- the walls were covered with pictures of guys wearing
fuck all, some of them with their cocks hard on.  I'd never seen anything
like this before. The cocks in the pictures were all shapes and sizes -
some stuck straight out, like mine, others pointed upwards, others curved
out sideways. As for the sizes most of them seemed to me to be bigger than
mine which, when I measured it last, was seven inches. I stood there in the
middle of the room with my own cock beginning to press against my trousers,
trying to take it all in.

I've got to fucking admit I was so nervous I just didn't know what to do so
I kept looking at the pictures while the guy went into the small kitchen
area and started fiddling around in the fridge. Suddenly he spoke for the
first time since we'd left the station and asked me what I wanted to
drink. I was still trying to take everything in so I just shrugged my
shoulder. He produced a can of lager, walked over and handed it to me.

' Sit down' he said ' You need to loosen up a bit'

I slowly sat down on the edge of the double bed, which seemed to take up
most of the room, and looked at the guy, wondering what exactly he had in
mind He was about five foot nine with dark brown hair. He was quite good
looking although he did have this serious look on his face. I kept glancing
down at his bulge, trying to imagine what he'd got hidden under his
trousers and whether it was like any of the cocks in the pictures on the
wall. He looked back at me as if he was trying to work something out and
then came and sat down next to me, lager in one hand.

' How old are you?'

 ' Why do you want to know?' I muttered under my breath. I didn't want him
to back off now.

'What do you like then?

'Don't know .... Never done it.'

The guy put his hand on my knee.  By now my cock was really hard and
dripping pre cum. He repeated his question.

 'Well how old are you?

'Sixteen'

'You look a bit younger than that'

'That's what everybody says. That's why I can never get fucking served in
pubs.'

A smile went across the guy's face for the first time since I'd met him and
he began to move his hand up my leg until it reached the tip of my cock.
He gave it a gentle squeeze and said

'You're old enough for this though aren't you?'

My heart was now thumping. Nobody had ever had their hand on my cock
before. I just nodded. There was another short silence before he stood up,
took the can of lager from me and gently pushed me back on the bed.

' I want to see if that cock of yours tastes as good as it feels. '

The guy then began to undress me and I just let him. He started with my
shoes and socks and then slowly started unzipping my trousers, rubbing his
hand on my cock as he did so. By now I was shaking all over.  I love
standing in the nude in front of my wardrobe mirror playing with myself but
this was different I was going to be naked in front of a guy and my cock
was going to be sticking up like the fucking Eiffel Tower.  I felt the guys
hands go inside the waistband of my trousers and in a couple of seconds
they were off.  There was my cock throbbing away and asking for it.

The guy looked at me for a bit and then bent forward and whispered in my
ear

 'You ready ?'

I didn't say anything and just looked at him so he moved down until he was
between my legs and started to lick the head of my cock with his tongue. I
closed my eyes. Then slowly he took half of it in his mouth and held it
tight with his lips while he continued to twirl his tongue round the head.
I was in another fucking world. Suddenly he stopped and said

'You going to do the same to me?'

He didn't wait for an answer but quickly stood up and got undressed,
throwing his clothes on the floor I watched him all the time, waiting for
his cock to appear. When it did I was a bit disappointed. It wasn't nearly
as large as the cocks in the pictures. In fact it was shorter than mine,
about five and a half I guess, and not so thick.  The guy then got on the
bed and lay down with his cock opposite my mouth. I looked at it, pre cum
dribbling out of the piss slit.

Now I know it sounds fucking stupid but I wasn't sure then whether I really
wanted another guy's cock in my mouth so I just gripped hold of it with my
hand, put my tongue out and slowly began to lick it. Meanwhile the guy had
started on my cock again. Fuck the feeling got so intense I closed my eyes
again and I tell you I forgot all about his cock!! I didn't say anything
but at one point I nearly shouted out for him to stop. Thank fuck I changed
my mind! Soon I knew my cock was ready to shoot and it fucking well did! I
yelled out: 'Ah...ah...ah...aaaaaaaaaaah.'  as my cum spurted into his
mouth. The guy still kept sucking away until there wasn't a drop of cum
left and my cock was beginning to go soft.  I rolled over onto my back and
just lay there thinking about what had happened. 'Fuck' I thought 'This
isn't going to be the last time I do this'

 The guy must have realised that he wasn't going to get his cock in my
mouth so he got off the bed, looked at me, gave me a quick smile and said

'I bet you're glad your mum was late?'

'Too fucking right ' I said with a grin all over my face.

Then he started talking in his serious voice and said

'You'd better get back to the station now. '

We both dressed in silence and he showed me to the door.

'You know where I live. Call by any time.'

My mum's train was early, thank fuck. and I didn't have to wait long.  We
took a taxi home and as the taxi drew away from the station I noticed the
guy who'd just sucked my cock walking up the road. I wondered how many
other cocks he was going to get in his mouth that night.

I eventually got to bed about midnight but I didn't sleep. My cock had
recovered and was demanding attention. As I slowly massaged it I kept
thinking about what had happened earlier. I'd just had sex with a guy for
the first time and I wanted more. At first I thought about going back to
the station on Sunday to see if the guy was around but as I thought about
it I realised there must be plenty more cocks out there waiting for some
action - better to have fun sampling what's on offer before getting
involved. This meant making plans.

The trouble was, I was a bit nervous about anybody finding out what I was
going to get up to so I decided the best thing to do was to see what was
going on in some of the public bogs well away from where I lived.  I got
out of bed, took a look at my cock in the mirror, gave it a squeeze before
putting my boxers on and quietly going down stairs. It wasn't long before I
found what I wanted - the bus map. I went back up to my bedroom and started
planning a bog crawl that took in half a dozen shopping parades. That
sorted I lay down on the bed and made my cock happy again by spurting cum
all over my chest.



TWO

 The following day I set out at about twelve o'clock. The trouble is there
aren't many buses on Sunday so the journey was slow and boring. Every time
I thought I'd found a good place the bog had been closed down and replaced
by one of those fucking automatic ones. Then I had to hang around waiting
for a bus. I was getting really pissed off and had decided that the next
lot of shops would be my last. The bus drew up at a small parade and I was
ready for the worst. I got off and looked around.  Straight away I saw a
sign marked toilets and could feel my heart start to beat a bit faster. I
followed the sign, which pointed down an alley, and found myself at the
back of a car park. I could just see what I wanted. With my heart missing a
beat I strolled across to see what it was like. It was still open and I
went inside. There were two cubicles one without a door and a place to piss
right in front of a window where you could see who was coming in. Fucking
perfect.  I took up my position, got my cock out and began to stroke it
very gently, looking all the time through the window hoping somebody would
come in soon.

I must have been standing there for about twenty minutes, nobody had even
come in for a piss and there seemed little chance of anything happening. It
had got to the point where I was beginning to think the only thing to do
was to go home and have a leisurely wank in the comfort of my room when I
saw somebody go by the window. A few seconds later he was standing next to
me.  My heart thumping away I just looked straight ahead pretending to
piss, trying to work out what he was doing. After a few moments as I
couldn't hear any noise I glanced down to see whether anything was coming
out of his cock. Not a fucking thing so I looked up at him - I suppose he
must have been about forty -five, tall and quite well built.  He was
looking straight at me but then quickly looked away. 'Fuck what am I going
to do now ' I thought but then immediately took another glance in the
direction of his cock. This time he was gently massaging it. I stood back
to give him a better view of what I was doing.  Straight away he shuffled
towards me, put his hand out and gripped hold of my rod. Fuck! That was
just what I needed. I did the same to him and we both stood there wanking
each other, not saying a word. A couple of times when I thought I was about
to cum I whispered 'Hang on mate' and he let go of my cock for a bit. All
the time though I continued to massage his piece of meat. I reckon it was
about six inches long, with plenty of foreskin and certainly thicker than
the guy's the previous night.

 Now I'd not really got hold of the guy's cock on Saturday so this was the
first time I'd had somebody's cock in my hand and I was fucking enjoying
the feel of it when suddenly he muttered under his breath 'Faster. Faster
I'm going to cum' He'd hardly finished speaking when his cock began to pump
away and cum start to squirt out of his piss hole. Most of it went onto the
floor but I got a good bit on my hand. The guy then let go of my cock, put
his own away and left. 'Fuck I thought ' Not as good as yesterday but not
bad.'  I then began to dream about getting three or four more cocks in my
hand that afternoon but as things turned out that was all I fucking got. It
started to get dark and somebody came in to lock the bog for the night so I
left and went home.



When I got back to my place it was straight to my room to work out what I
was going to do during the week. You see I work as a sales assistant in a
men's fashion shop which means - fuck, no not what you think - which means
I have to work on Saturdays with Sundays and Wednesdays my days off.  As
the bog would probably be closed after I finished work I decided it best to
go back there Wednesday afternoon to see what it had to offer
mid-week. That sorted I lay back on my bed, cock in hand, until I couldn't
control myself any more and cum spurted into the rag I kept by my bed.



THREE and FOUR

On Wednesday my mother wanted me to do something for her in the morning ,
as she always fucking does when I've got important things to do, so I
didn't get down the bogs until about 1.30 in the afternoon.  Nothing much
was happening. A couple of guys came in, had a piss and then left. I was
getting hungry so I decided to have a break and went round to the cafe in
the parade of shops for something to eat.  At 3.30 I went back to the bogs
again hoping things would liven up.

 I'd not been there long when somebody went by the window. I didn't really
see what he was like so I turned my head towards the door. In came a boy in
school uniform and stood right next to me.  Fuck did he look horny. He was
quite tall about 5ft 11 and had short, fair hair combed forward. He must
have been about my age. At first I thought he'd just come in for a piss but
when I looked directly at him he looked back at me and then down at my
cock. I began to shake all over just as I did on Saturday but I tell you,
this time I didn't hang about. I moved closer to him, put my hand across
and gave his cock a feel. It was fucking terrific. Although it was only a
guess I reckoned it was slightly smaller than mine but a bit thicker. I
began to stroke him slowly and he just stood there and let me do it,
looking straight ahead with his hands by his side. While this was going on
my own cock was throbbing away calling out for some action. I muttered

 ' Go on mate give us a feel'

Straight away he stretched his hand across and started wanking me.

' How old are you mate?' I whispered

'Sixteen. How about you?

'The same Do you come here often?

' First time'

We continued wanking each other not saying a word. I wanted it to last as I
was really enjoying the feel of his cock in my hand to say nothing of the
sensation in my own cock but the guy started to get a bit nervous and began
to mutter

'Faster.. faster. I wanna cum'. My hand started to speed up and almost at
once cum spurted out all over the place. He then put his cock away without
wiping it and left, leaving me feeling fucking horny and desperate for
more.

 It wasn't long before another guy came in but all he wanted was a piss. He
must have seen the load of cum everywhere and I wondered what he
thought. After he'd gone I hung around for another ten minutes and was
about to go when a guy in his sixties came in. 'I wonder what he fucking
wants' I thought. It wasn't long before I found out. I was standing there
just holding my cock, not doing anything when he moved really close. I
glanced sideways in his direction and could see he was looking out of the
window and giving himself a wank.. As I started to wank myself he suddenly
pointed to the floor and said

'Is that your cum there?'

'No' I said 'My mates'

The guy didn't say anymore he just put his hand across and started
massaging my cock. He was quite rough with it and I didn't last long. I'd
only just finished squirting when I saw another guy go by the window so I
quickly put my cock away and left. On my way home I could feel some of the
cum I'd released from my balls dripping down my leg. Looking down I saw a
small wet patch on my trousers.

 ' Fuck' I thought 'I hope my mum doesn't notice it' you see my mum's
always asking awkward fucking questions like

 'What's that on your trousers dear?'

The old guy had done his job but when I got home all I could think about
was the guy in school uniform. I went up to my room, got my cock out and it
soon began to throb as I began to imagine what the young guy looked like
naked.  I was really enjoying myself when my mother arrived home from work
and called up to me. I grabbed hold of my cum rag, muttered 'Fuck' to
myself and shot my load into it. Later that night I was at it again. When I
get horny I get fucking horny.



FIVE

My next three visits to the bogs were fucking useless. I only saw three
guys, two only wanted a piss and one went into the cubicle for a shit. What
a fucking stink he made! I had to get out quick.

 I hadn't touched a cock for nearly two weeks so the next Wednesday I
decided to try somewhere else. I'd heard about this woodland area that is
quite a way from my place.  I thought I'd give it a try as I didn't think
there would be any chance of me being seen. It took fucking ages getting
there and when I eventually arrived it didn't look too promising. There was
a large car park, which was empty, and a dirty building that looked like a
bog. I thought I'd try that first. It was the biggest shit hole I've ever
seen and there was no way I was going to hang about there. I quickly left
and slowly made my way down a path which led across a field to some woods,
looking over my shoulder all the time as I went.  When I got near to the
woods. I turned round and noticed a large BMW draw up and a guy get out.

I continued walking into the wood for a few minutes before turning round
and making my way back to the car park. I'd just started my return journey
when I saw the guy from the BMW strolling along the path towards me. He was
quite tall, about thirty and dressed in what looked like an expensive
suit. As we passed each other he looked at me and I nodded my head. A few
steps further on I glanced back and saw that he'd turned round and was now
following me. I slowed down so he could catch up and as he got alongside he
said

' Want a lift? My cars just there'

I just nodded and followed him to his car. Neither of us said a thing.

 It was not until he'd started the engine that he asked me how old I was so
I said

'How old do you reckon?

'Fifteen' he said

'Fuck no I'm sixteen'

The guy didn't say any more but as soon as we got onto the road he put his
hand across and started to explore. He soon found what he wanted - my cock,
which was now stretching down my leg.. He gave it a rub. I sat back in the
seat and shoved my arse forward in order to make it easier for him and then
stretched out my hand and tried to find his cock. Unlike me he was wearing
briefs so it was difficult to tell how long it was but I reckon it must
have been a bit smaller than mine.

We drove for about ten minute, with his hand resting on my cock, before
turning down a lane. The guy then parked at the entrance to some field but
kept his car engine going. He then lent over, undid my flies and took my
cock out. Before I knew what was happening it was in his mouth. While he
was sucking away I kept trying to fiddle with his cock but he didn't make
it easy for me. All he wanted was my cock in his mouth. Still shouldn't
complain.  Suddenly he stopped sucking and began to rub my cock hard with
his right hand until cum spurted all over my fucking trousers.

' Sorry' he said, laughing ' But I wanted to see how much cum you make.'

He gave me some tissues so I cleaned myself up, threw them on the floor of
the car and put my cock away. When I was ready he put the car into gear and
moved off. On the way back he didn't say much but he did ask me how often I
was that way and also told me about another place which he reckoned was
better. As we approached the woods he dropped me off at a bus stop, gave my
arse a squeeze as I got out and drove off.

On Sunday I decided to go back to the same place. It was a warm November
day and I thought there might be a few more people about. Fucking hell was
I right but they weren't the kind of people I was after. You couldn't move
for parents out with their kids. I didn't reckon there was much chance of
any fun and while I was working out what to do I noticed a bloke who lived
down the road from me out for the afternoon with his family. No way was I
going to be seen by him so I got on the first bus back home.

My parents were out, thank fuck, so it was all cock and baby oil for me. It
was a wicked feeling but not nearly as good as having your cock sucked.





SIX

On my next day off I thought I'd check out the place the BMW guy had
mentioned. It took me two fucking hours to get there. But it was worth
it. There was a large pond surrounded by plenty of seats and a wooded area
not far away. I sat down on one of the benches in order to work out a plan
of action. I needn't have bothered. I'd only been there a couple of minutes
when a guy of about fifty came and sat next to me. I sensed he was checking
me out so I decided to give him a bit of encouragement. I gave my leg a
scratch just below where my cock was. He took the hint and said

' Not seen you here before'

' No first time. Somebody told me it was quite good '

'Not bad. I generally get what I want'

I was now beginning to feel really confident and said

'What's that then?'

'Like to come back to my place and I'll show you.'

Fuck ! That was just what I wanted to hear and I could feel my cock begin
to swell as I asked the guy where he lived

'Just over there'

It wasn't long before we were in the bedroom of a small flat over looking
the pond. There on the windowsill was a pair of binoculars. 'Fuck me' I
thought 'He must have been checking me out'

 The guy interrupted my thoughts. 'Ever been fucked?'

I shook my head

'Fancy my cock up your arse?'

I nodded and immediately started to get undressed - this time I didn't wait
to be asked.  I lay back on the bed and watched the guy as he took his time
getting his clothes off. I kept looking at his face - he was quite good
looking - and then down at his bulge, waiting to see what he was going to
shove in me. I finally saw it - it was about six inches and curved
outwards. 'Fuck' I thought ' How's he going to get that in?' I needn't have
worried. He went over to a small table, picked up a jar of Vaseline and a
packet of condoms. He opened the Vaseline and then told me to stand up,
turn round and bend over. Soon I could feel him shove two Vaseline covered
fingers in my arse and start to stretch my crack.  It fucking hurt but I
didn't mind. because all I wanted was to know what it was like having a
cock up my arse. The guy took his fingers out and I could hear him putting
the condom on his cock. Soon I felt something pushing against me - this
time it was his cock. He continued to push, slowly and gently. Fuck did it
hurt and I nearly yelled out for him to stop but then suddenly I realised
he was right inside me.

'Are you ready kiddo?' he whispered and then started to pump away. Somebody
at school once told me that older guys are better at fucking women than
younger ones because they can control themselves more and don't cum too
soon. Whether that's true or not I don't fucking know. What I do know is
that this guy drove me crazy. He never fucking stopped. I started to breath
heavily, muttering

 ' Fuck..... Fuck....Fuck' Soon I was dripping with sweat and I tell you,
by the time that guy had finished I was fucking exhausted. He kept his cock
inside me until all his cum had squirted into the condom and then lent over
me, put his hand round my waist and started to massage my cock which just
exploded, shooting cum all over the floor. I wondered how many other guys
my age he'd done exactly the same thing to.

When I got home that night my arse was sore but my cock was ready for more
action.  This time while I was wanking I shoved two fingers up my arse,
something I'd never done before, and began to go over what had happened in
the past three weeks. I'd been fucked, I'd been sucked twice, been tossed
off by an older guy and given two guys a wank. Not bad I thought but it
wasn't enough.

SEVEN & EIGHT

When I woke up the following Sunday my cock was already standing to
attention so I flung the quilt off, shoved my boxers down and began to
stroke it, dreaming about the session I'd had a couple of days before. I
thought about going back to find the guy who'd shoved his cock up my arse
but decided it was too far as I was going out that evening and might not
get back in time. Anyway it was pissing down with rain, and the guy might
not be around, so I went looking for some fun down the bogs instead. It was
fucking useless. One or two people came in but all they seemed interested
in was having a piss so after about an hour I went home. As there was
nobody there I went straight to my bedroom, took all my clothes off and
started to admire myself in the mirror. What did I see? A sixteen-year-old
guy with brown spiky hair, a slim body without any hairs on the chest, a
seven-inch cock, with plenty of foreskin, sticking out straight, and a nice
juicy arse.  And cum? Loads of cum which ended up all over the mirror.

The very next Wednesday looked as if it was going to be another fucking
useless day. It was pissing down with rain again so there wasn't much point
in going to one of the parks. It had to be the bog. When I got inside there
were already two guys there. I reckon they were giving each other a wank
but as soon as I appeared one of them did his flies up and left. I took his
place and as I undid my trousers I gave a quick look at the guy who
remained.. He was a tall man in his fifties with slightly grey hair. He was
looking out of the window and didn't seem interested.  I tried looking to
see what he was doing with his cock. At first I couldn't see a fucking
thing, then I saw a slight movement of his hand. He then turned his head
and said

'You can feel it if you want'

I put my hand out, straight away and got hold of it.  Fuck was that cock
thick. Not very long but thick with no foreskin. I turned towards him and
showed him my cock. Without a word he took hold of it and started to
stroke. We stood there wanking each other for a couple of minutes when the
guy noticed somebody walk by the window.He quickly put his cock away and
left immediately.

The new guy looked as if he might be a builder or something as he was
wearing blue overalls and at first I wasn't sure whether he was after
anything. I carried on stroking but not too obviously. He knew what I was
doing, though, because he suddenly turned toward me with his cock sticking
out and curving up to the sky and said

'Come on give us suck son I'll keep a look out.'

I know I'd felt a bit nervous when the guy at the station wanted me to suck
him but this time I didn't care. I let go of my own cock, bent down in
front of him and took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. As soon
as it was in he began to face fuck me. He didn't last long. I felt the
first squirt hit the back of my throat and my mouth began to fill with
cum. He withdrew his cock, put it away and left without a word. I stood
there for another half an hour with the taste of cum in my mouth, hoping
somebody else would come in and ask for a suck. But there were no more
visitors and I left for home.



THREE & NINE

Sunday morning, and would you believe it, it was pissing down yet again so
it had to be the fucking bog. I got there a bit earlier than usual, about
midday, and hadn't been there long before I saw a shadow. Fuck did I get
excited when I realised who it was. It was the sixteen-year-old guy I'd
wanked a few weeks before. As soon as he saw me he suggested we go outside
so we could talk. We walked across the car park and he told me he was on
his way to his mates and would I like to come too. I couldn't believe what
I was fucking hearing. He said it was going to be OK as his mate's parents
wouldn't be back till late. My heart began to beat even faster. He then
produced his mobile and was soon speaking to somebody

' You know that guy I was telling you about? He's with me
now....Cool. We'll be a couple of minutes.'

We didn't have far to walk before we arrived at a road full of large
houses. When we got to the third house along we walked up the drive. The
door was opened even before we knocked. I was not ready for what I saw: a
slim Asian looking guy with short dark black hair, wearing black track
bottoms and a white top. Talk about fucking horny. He introduced himself

' I'm Ali. What's your name.?

This was the first time anybody I'd had sex with had told me his name.

'Tim' I said

We all went into the kitchen. where Ali went straight to the fridge, got
three cans out, gave us one each and said .

' I'm not supposed to drink this but I do when my parents aren't here.' He
started to laugh.

We all sat round the table drinking beer and talking. The other two kept
asking me questions. They wanted to know how many guys I'd been with and
what I was into. In between questions I managed to find out a bit about
them. They were both sixteen and were in the same form at school. The guy
I'd met in the bog was called Darren and they'd started having sex a couple
of days after I'd given Darren a wank.

All this talk soon started to get me pissed off.  Ali looked fucking horny
and my cock was getting fucking restless.  I wanted some action so I
decided to get things moving.  Ali was sitting next to me so I put my hand
on his leg. He carried on talking but at the same time moved slightly so I
could easily get my hand on his cock, which was tenting inside his track
bottoms.  I couldn't wait any fucking longer. I took my hand off his leg
and gripped hold of his cock. It felt so fucking good I gave Ali a grin and
said.

'How long's this then Ali?'

Ali immediately said

' Come on let's go up stairs and you'll find out'.

When we got to the bedroom I started to undress. I didn't want any more
fucking about. I wanted Ali's cock in my mouth. The other two followed my
example, but then sat next to each other on the side of the bed and started
gently wanking each other as if I wasn't there. At first I just looked at
them - I couldn't keep my eyes off Ali's cock.  It was circumcised and sort
of curved outwards as if it was taking a right hand turn.  It must have
been about the same size as mine.

I reckon that all these two had ever done was give each other a wank. They
were obviously not sure about what to do and were waiting for me to get
things going so I got on my knees and took Ali's cock in my mouth. Fuck I
can still remember what it felt like - all muscle and throbbing vein. I
started to move my tongue round the head and as I did so Ali lent
backwards, put his hands on the bed and spread his legs wider. Soon he was
trying to thrust his cock further into my mouth but couldn't quite get it
all in. Darren was still sitting on the bed but I couldn't see what he was
doing while all this was going on. Then I heard him stand up and Ali say '
Darren's turn' and laugh.

I stopped sucking and looked up to see what was happening and there was
Darren watching me and slowly massaging his cock. Ali was grinning all over
his face.  The two guys changed places and I started work on Darren's
cock. Although it's not as long as Ali's - about six inches- it had plenty
of foreskin and was nice and fleshy. Darren was having difficulty
controlling himself, though, and I'd not been sucking him for more than a
couple of minutes when I heard him mutter

' I'm coming I'm coming .....Ah ah..ah....aaaaaah'

Cum with a nice salty taste filled my mouth.

Ali was now ready to get some cock in his mouth. He told me to sit on the
bed next to Darren, got down on the floor and put his lips round my
cock. Soon he'd got most of it in his mouth and started working away with
his tongue.  I knew I wasn't going to last long 'With a bit of luck' I
thought ' Ali will take all my cum in his mouth.' Sure enough I began to
breath deeply and then with a shout of ' 'Fuck' squirted all I had into his
mouth. Darren was standing there, watching

Darren's cock was now getting stiff again but he didn't say anything so I
said

' Go on Darren on give your mate a suck''

These two guys were so fucking horny. As I stood looking at them my cock
began to swell again without any help. Darren began working slowly and
gently on Ali's cock and I could see from the look on Ali's face that he
couldn't fucking believe what was happening to him. By now I was ready to
squirt for the second time. When I saw Ali wouldn't last much longer I went
and stood behind Darren and began to massage my cock faster. As Ali
squirted his load into Darren's mouth I shot another load of cum all over
his back and rubbed it in. We then all stood looking at each other,
grinning all over our faces. After a bit Ali went and got a towel and we
began to clean up.  Ali and Darren went off to the bathroom and when they
got back I was ready for more but Ali looked at the clock and said

'Fuck. I'd better clear up before my parents get back. You'd better go Tim'

I didn't really believe his parents would be back. I reckon he wanted
another session on his own with Darren. but I didn't argue. I just got
dressed and left.

TEN

Most Saturday nights I go out with some mates I used to know at school.
This usually means going down to town by bus. The journey takes fucking
ages as the bus goes all over the place. On the way it passes a pub that
I'd heard was a gay pub. I'd often thought about getting off and seeing
what it was like but it was a bit near home and I always bottled out. This
Saturday evening I was feeling really horny, despite the fact that I'd had
two wanks earlier in the day, and when the bus turned the corner and
stopped at the request stop just opposite the pub to let someone on I
jumped out of my seat, ran down the stairs and got off.

As the bus drew away I realised what I'd done and I started to wet myself
as I didn't want to be seen hanging around a gay pub.  I stood at the bus
stop for a bit trying to make up my mind what to do and I'd almost decided
to get on the next bus when I noticed a guy walking down the other side of
the road. He looked about seventeen or eighteen and was wearing really
tight jeans. 'Fuck' I thought 'What kind of cock have you got there ?' Then
as he got closer I got a good look at his face and I was sure he was
somebody I'd seen before. Just as he got to the pub he glanced over his
shoulder and quickly went in. It was then I suddenly remembered. It was
Jazz a guy a year above me at school. Why he was called Jazz I don't know
but I remember he was one of those boffs who'd stayed on at school.

I put my hand in my pocket and began to feel my cock, which had started to
swell. I knew straight away I wanted sex with this guy and had to do
something. I thought about following him into the pub but decided to hang
about at the bus stop, pretending to wait for a bus, and see what
happened. I didn't have to wait long. Jazz and this other guy who was
probably in his early twenties left the pub and started walking down the
road. I followed them keeping at a safe distance. Fuck knows how long we'd
been walking - it must have been at least twenty minutes - when they
suddenly turned left down a side road and up the steps of a large house. '
What the fucking hell do I do now' I thought. 'Wait for them to come out?
Knock on the door and ask the way?'  I looked up at the house, which was in
darkness, and then suddenly the light went on in what looked like the attic
and I saw the guy Jazz was with drawing the curtains. My cock now started
to get stiff again. All I wanted to do was get in that room with them and
join in the action. There was no chance of that though so I strolled back
to the main road and walked a few metres along to a bus stop where I got a
pretty good view of the house. I was determined to stay there until Jazz
left.

 I was ready for a long wait but then I suddenly looked up and saw Jazz
crossing the road, walking quickly in the direction of the bus stop where I
was standing.  My heart started to pound. I had to think quick. I wasn't
sure whether Jazz would remember me so I knew I had to start the talking
just in case.  Jazz slowed down a bit when he saw me but then came and
stood right beside me. I said something straight away, trying to sound
surprised

'Hi Jazz, What are you doing here then?'

There was a pause as Jazz looked at me not sure what to say. Then he said

'Tim! Didn't recognise you.I've just been visiting a mate. Anyway what are
you fucking doing here? Didn't think you lived round here.'

 I wanted to know what had been going on in that fucking bedroom and why it
hadn't lasted long but most of all I wanted sex with Jazz so I knew there
was no point in fucking about

 'Which mate's that?' I said 'The guy I saw you with at the pub?'

Jazz was taken aback by my question and obviously didn't know what to
fucking say. When he spoke he sounded really embarrassed

'What pub?'

'You know the gay pub about a mile back'

I looked Jazz straight in the eye as I said this. He looked away and
murmured

'What gay pub?'  He was now shitting himself

'Come on Jazz you know the one I mean. The Queen's Head '

There was silence again as Jazz shifted from one foot to another. I
continued 'Don't' fucking worry Jazz I won't say anything'

Jazz looked at me like a scared rabbit but man did he look horny. He's
about five nine, with dark hair and brown eyes and really good-looking. If
it was the last thing I did I was going to get his cock in my mouth.

'I don't know what you're on about'

''Course you fucking do Jazz. Just don't worry about it.  I've thought
about going there myself.........just tell me what he's like. Was he any
good?

'Who?

'You know the guy you met who lives over there. What did you two do when
you got to his place? Fuck? Suck? Wank ?'

I had to wait for at least a minute before I got a reply.

'If it got round the fucking school...........'

'I told you don't fucking worry. What's he like?

There was another long pause as Jazz tried to make up his mind about what
to say.  I gave him a bit of help by giving my cock a squeeze and saying

'Fuck I'm feeling horny .......

Jazz interrupted me

'He was fucking useless.'

'Why? Wouldn't he fuck you then? I wouldn't mind getting his cock up my
arse.'

Jazz now started to talk without much encouragement from me

'All he wanted me to do was give him a wank. Didn't even take my fucking
trousers off. My cock was asking for it but he didn't even give it a
feel. I wouldn't have minded but his cock could only have been about five
inches.'

I knew then I'd got him.

' Come on then Jazz let's go over the park back there and I'll give your
cock what it wants.'

During the short walk to the park we didn't say much but I did manage to
get out of Jazz some of his vital statistics. A seven-inch cock about five
inches round. He'd been with four guys but there'd been no fucking even
though he fancied it. And he'd never had it with any body at school.

When we got to the park we were able to go straight in as it wasn't one of
those locked at night. We walked along the pathway until we got to a
pavilion, which was surrounded on three sides by trees and bushes and soon
found somewhere we wouldn't be seen. Jazz lent back against the pavilion
wall and said

'It's all fucking yours. Give us a suck'

I moved towards him, undid his trousers and got his cock out before getting
down on my knees and gripping hold of it with my right hand and putting a
good half of it in my mouth. ' Fuck' I thought ' I'm getting expert at
this.' My lips and tongue worked away. Jazz was obviously enjoying it. I
could hear him say

 ' Fuck Tim. This isn't the first time you've done this is it?'

 I was just getting into it when the bastard shot his load and cum gushed
into my mouth. He immediately put his cock away, muttered 'See you later
Tim' and rushed off. I was left feeling fucking horny and in need of
release so I got my cock out and before long there was cum all over the
pavilion wall



ELEVEN

There was something not quite right about Jazz's story. I didn't think he
was telling me the whole truth. The guy he'd been with was a horny looking
fucker and I wanted a bit of his cock. So I thought I'd try to check him
out.

As usual I made plans while I was enjoying a good wank at home: I was going
to wait outside his place until I saw him and then.........well I wasn't
too sure of that. On Monday and Tuesday I went straight from work and
although it was fucking cold I stood for over an hour on both nights at the
bus stop outside his flat. There was nothing doing. On Wednesday I went
down the bog as usual but the fucking place was closed. Pissed off I was
even more determined to get this guy.  As it was Wednesday I got to his
place quite early and hadn't been at the bus stop long when I saw someone
in a smart suit walking down the road towards me. It was the guy I was
after. Before he got to the bus stop he crossed the road and made his way
to his house. My fucking heart was now racing away. I watched him as he put
the key in the door and disappeared. A couple of minutes later his light
went on. As usual I couldn't make up my fucking mind what to do. I wondered
about ringing the doorbell to see if he answered and then give some crappy
excuse but I knew the chances were that somebody else would answer and I
would be back where I was. While I was still thinking I noticed his light
went out 'Fuck' I thought 'He's coming out again what am I going to do
now?'  I waited for a bit and sure enough the front door was opened and the
guy was on his way. I couldn't believe my luck as I watched him cross the
road and make his way toward the bus stop where I was standing, For one
minute I thought I was going to bottle it but as soon as he stood beside me
I knew I had to say something - he looked so fucking horny.

 I knew there was only one way to deal with the situation and that was to
take the direct approach I did with Jazz. Shaking all over I said

' Excuse me mate. Do you know somebody called Jazz?

The guy looked at me

'No I don't think so. Why do you ask?'

He was checking me out as he spoke so I pushed ahead.

'Well I've got a mate called Jazz and I thought I saw you with him Saturday
night outside the Queen's Head.'

The guy now started to sound interested.

'Oh that guy I didn't know his name was Jazz. We came back to my place for
a drink'

'That's not what Jazz said you'd come back for'

'What did he say then?'  The guy laughed

'Like to take me back to your place and show me?

The guy just nodded and began to move in the direction of his flat. I
followed. Not a word was said until we got into his room. It was just like
Jazz described. An attic room with a single bed, a chair a washbasin and a
microwave. It was the bed I was interested in though. As soon as we got in
the room I flung myself on it and took a long hard look at the guy and down
at his bulge, wondering what he was going to offer me.

'I'm all yours' I said 'What are you going to do ?

The guy didn't answer he just got on the bed next to me and went absolutely
wild trying to rip my clothes off. I just lay there and let him do it. When
he'd stripped every fucking bit of clothing off me he got off the bed and
started to undress himself. As he was doing this I could see him shaking
all over. Jazz was right about his cock, though. It wasn't very big - a
good inch and a half shorter than mine. but I didn't care. At this point
the guy seemed to lose control - he was back on the bed and his tongue was
everywhere. As it moved round my neck he whispered 'I'm going to fuck you'

I whispered back

'Got a condom?'

He shook his head. I now knew why Jazz had done a runner. I sat straight
up. Looked at him and said

'Not without a condom, mate. There's one in my back pocket over there.

The guy obviously didn't want to use a condom but he had not choice as he
desperately wanted to get his cock up my arse. Did he enjoy fucking me with
the condom on you ask? Yes he fucking did. He put my legs over his
shoulders and, as soon as his cock was in, he was away. So for that matter
was I. I never saw the face of the first guy that had fucked me but this
time it was different. He flung his head back opened his mouth and started
moaning in fucking ecstasy or whatever you call it. Unlike the other guy
though he was quick. It wasn't long before I could see from the expression
on his face he was about to cum. He withdrew his cock whipped the condom
off and shot his load all over my chest.

I thought I was in for an evening of fun and I was certainly ready for it
but the guy suddenly started getting dressed, saying he had to go. I had no
option but to do the same, with my cock not knowing what to do with
itself. I wanted to be fucked again and wasn't going to get it. When we got
outside the guy muttered something about me calling by whenever I wanted it
but he wouldn't be around till after Christmas. I went home my arse happy
but my cock feeling fucking frustrated.



TWELVE and TWELVE AGAIN

The next two days were a nightmare at work.  Friday was the worst. A guy of
about thirty came in and wanted to try on every single pair of trousers we
had in the fucking shop. When he finally left I said to the manager

 'If that bastard comes back in here you can serve him'

His reply took me by surprise.

' Sorry son I should have warned you before. He's one of those fucking
queers. About six months ago he made a pass at one of our temporary
lads. Tell me if he comes back and I'll deal with him'

For the rest of the afternoon I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing.
I kept thinking

'If only I'd fucking known I could have let my fingers stray a bit'.

That night I left work at about six o'clock absolutely fucking knackered
and was slowly walking towards the bus stop when I had a feeling there was
somebody just behind me. I looked round. It was the guy I'd served that
afternoon.  My fucking heart had never beat so fast. He smiled, drew
alongside me and said

' Sorry I gave you such a hard time this afternoon but I couldn't make up
my mind. Can I buy you a drink?'

Fuck was I hearing right?

'Yeah. OK'

Now this guy never stopped talking. We walked down the High Street towards
the Plough and he didn't stop for one fucking moment. First he went on and
on about why he spent so much time trying to choose the right clothes, then
he kept apologising, then he told me his name was Dave and then he
apologised for not telling me before, then he wanted to know how long I'd
been working at the shop. When we reached the pub I hadn't said a thing.'
If this guy wants sex' I thought 'He's going a funny way about it.' The guy
then peered through the doors of the pub and was about to go in when he
suddenly said

'Why don't you come back to my place? It's a bit crowded here. It's more
comfortable at home. I only live just round the corner'

I didn't say much I just followed but I tell you this - I wasn't fucking
tired any more!

We arrived at an expensive looking block of flats, went through the front
door and up a flight of stairs.  I followed Dave in, sat down without being
asked and had a good look round. There were two doors, one, which was half
open, led into the kitchen. The other was closed and I guessed it must be
the bedroom. Dave went into the kitchen still fucking talking. I really
didn't know what he was talking about but it had nothing to do with sex and
that was why I was there. I decided to help him out. I slipped down into
the chair and opened my legs wide. He gave me a look and then carried on
talking so I said in my best shop voice

'If sir will tell me what he wants I will get it out '

Dave laughed and I slipped further down in the chair.

' Can I get it out? he said

I grinned ' What's taken you so fucking long?'

Dave knelt down in front of me and started to undo my black working
trousers, He slowly undid the zip and then started to rub his hand against
my cock, which was entrapped in briefs- no way, would I wear boxers to
work. I lifted my arse off the chair a bit so that he could pull my
trousers off. Then his hand was under the waist belt of the briefs and
feeling my cock. I lifted my arse again and he removed my pants. My cock
sprung into the air and before I realised it, it was in his mouth. I flung
my head back and began to mutter as his tongues worked its way round the
head. I then felt his right hand go round my back and two of his fingers
begin to explore my arse hole.

'Come on ' he said ' Let's go into the bedroom.'

He got up off the floor and led the way. I followed taking my shirt off as
I went. I threw my self on the bed and watched Dave as he began to undress
himself. I was desperate to see his cock but the bastard waited until last
before he took his trousers off. Fuck what a cock. Longer than mine about
eight inches I would guess - and curving up towards his stomach. As soon as
I saw it I lifted my knees up so he'd know where I wanted him to put it..

'Fucking hurry up' I said

Dave didn't say a thing but just took his time. He went over to some
drawers got a packet of condoms and a jar of Vaseline out and began to
prepare his cock. His cock ready he began to smear my arse with Vaseline.

'You've had one up here recently haven't you?

I nodded.

Dave is an expert not like Jazz's mate. He took his time as he gently
pulled my legs up onto his shoulders then lent forward and began to push
his cock into my arse. He waited until I was completely relaxed before he
began to pump I watched his face as his cock went in and out. I began to
breath deeply : 'Oh...oh.....oh...oh.....oh......' My cock was not only
hard it was throbbing away and I put my hand down and began to massage it
gently. I'd got so worked up I lost control and burst out:
'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah' as my cum spurted all over Dave's chest. Almost at the
same time he whipped his cock out of my arse, tore off the condom and
spurted all over my face.

The following Sunday I went down the bog again but it was still closed so I
went home and spent the afternoon wanking in my room.. On Monday after work
I was feeling fucking horny. The more sex I have the more I want it so I
called in at Dave's to see whether he fancied getting his cock up my arse
again.  I rang his bell but there was no answer. I rang again. Again no
answer but then I heard a noise and realised somebody was looking at me
through the spy hole. The door suddenly opened and there was Dave looking a
bit surprised. 'Didn't expect you back so soon. I've got a
visitor........ come in.'

When Dave said visitor I imagined a guy about his own age. I was wrong.
Fuck me what did I see sitting in one of the chairs when I got inside? A
guy of about fifteen or sixteen, about five foot ten, with fair hair. He
was wearing school uniform. Dave looked at me a bit embarrassed and started
talking the way he does and before I could say a thing he said

'I've got to go round the shops before they close. You two introduce
yourselves'

Well what was I going to fucking say? I reckoned the guy was there for the
same reason as me but I couldn't be certain. so I said.

'How come you know Dave?

'Dave? Oh..um....went to the same school as me. What about you?'

'He came into the shop where I work, asked me out for a drink and we came
back here for some fun. Is that why you're here?'

My cock was now beginning to get excited. This guy was so fucking hot! I
started to give my cock a squeeze in such a way that he must have seen what
I was doing and I began to imagine us all having a steamy threesome. I was
out of luck. He moved onto the edge of the chair and said

'Yeah but I've got to go now. I'm late already'

Fuck was I desperate. I wanted sex with that guy but didn't quite know what
to do.  I tried to delay things a bit

'Why don't you wait until Dave gets back?'

'Got to go'

With that he stood up and made for the door but before he finally left he
turned round and said

'See you later'

Almost immediately Dave returned.

'Has he gone?'

'You bastard' I said ' You wanted me to persuade him to stay.'

Dave nodded and said ' Well ...I suppose so'

'Well your going to have to make do with my fucking arse. Come on I'm
feeling horny'

This time I didn't wait for Dave to suggest we go into the bedroom.  I just
went straight in and started getting undressed. Dave followed. While he was
preparing himself for my arse I tried to quiz him about what he'd been up
to.

'How many guys have you had since I saw you Friday?'

'Only two'

'What do you fucking mean 'Only two'?  I haven't had anybody. How old were
they? What you do with them?'

Dave obviously didn't want to talk about it and muttered

'Nobody you know' and turned his attention to my arse.

Our session lasted longer than Friday's as Dave took things a bit more
slowly. All the time he was fucking me though I kept thinking about the guy
who'd been in his front room earlier. I reckon that was who Dave was
thinking about as well.



THIRTEEN

Tuesday was another fucking nightmare at work, made worse because I
couldn't stop thinking about the young guy I'd seen at Dave's. I'd never
given anybody a fuck yet although I'd been thinking about it for quite a
while.  I wanted this guy to be my first fuck. The trouble was my chance
had gone.

 At about three the shop was empty for the first time that day. I thought
about going for a wank in the staff bog but some thing made me drift
towards the front door to get some fresh air. I'd not been there long when
I noticed somebody looking though the window. Fuck did my heart start to
beat! It was the guy I'd seen at Dave's. As soon as he saw me he strolled
into the shop, pretending to look for some jeans.  I knew I had to be
careful because as far as the manager was concerned this guy was just
another customer. I was shaking all over but the only thing I could do was
to approach him the way I would anybody else.  I didn't need to. He came
towards me and when he got to about a metre away muttered

'If you want to come round my place meet me outside at six.'

 Fuck that did it for me. I couldn't concentrated on a thing for the next
three hours.



This guy lives in a part of town I'd never really been to before so I
didn't know much about it. We had to take a bus and the journey took about
fifteen minutes. The bus was so fucking crowded it was impossible to talk
and it wasn't until we got off that the guy opened his mouth for the first
time and started to give me instructions. If his parents were still at home
he would tell them I was a school mate and as all his friends were fucking
creeps I was to be polite to his mother. He then said

'By the way what's your name? Mine's Sam '

Two minutes later we were at his front door. His parents were just
leaving. I was introduced and said 'Good Evening' as politely as I could.

'We won't be back before two so don't wait up for us dear' said his
mother. 'There's something on the side if you want it.'

We took our coats off and Sam led the way into the sitting room.  I heard
the car start up and we were alone. Now I had the chance to do what I'd
been dreaming about for the past twenty-four hours but all Sam could say
was

'What's on telly?'

'Fuck knows' I said, not the least bit interested

We sat there for about five minutes looking at some crappy programme. Sam
had hardly said a word since we'd arrived and I couldn't make out what was
going on. Did this guy want sex or what?  All the time I was looking at him
out of the corner of my eye wishing I could get my cock up his arse. Then,
without any warning he stretched himself out,looked at me and said

'Come on then'

'About fucking time' I thought, leaned over and began to rub my hand up and
down his bulge. As I did so I could feel it swell rapidly inside his
briefs. I began to undo the top button of his trousers and unzip his
flies. Sam then started to help me. He lifted his arse off the settee and
pushed his trousers down to the floor. His cock was still covered so I
stood up, knelt in front of him, put my fingers inside the waistband and
pulled them down. Fuck! The cock that met my eyes was absolutely fucking
enormous. It was long and it was thick. It didn't stick straight out like
mine but stretched up towards his stomach. Shaking all over I gripped hold
of it and muttered

'Fuck Sam where'd you get this?'

Sam didn't say a thing. He just gave me a sort of grin. All I could do was
look at it, my hand moving slowly up and down the shaft. Then I was down on
it. I began to lick the head, wondering whether I would get the whole of it
in my mouth, it was so fucking big. As I didn't think I could.  I put my
tongue inside his foreskin and began to tickle it. Sam suddenly burst out

'That's fucking wicked. Oh....Oh...Oh...fucking wicked'

My cock now began to feel uncomfortable. I was wearing briefs like Sam as
I'd come straight from work. I stood up and began to remove my trousers,
shaking all over as I did so. Sam watched me, slowly massaging his cock. As
soon as my cock appeared he grabbed hold of it and started to give it a
wank. He then spoke again.

'Let's go upstairs.''

We left our trousers on the floor and almost ran up to Sam's bedroom.  As
soon as we got inside we tore the rest of our clothes off and stood looking
at each other.

'Do what you like I'm up for it ' Sam whispered.

I was down on my knees again and started to lick his cock. but this time I
put my hands behind his back and began to massage his arse. Then a bit
nervously I put a couple of fingers in his hole, hoping that he wouldn't
say no. Sam started to moan

'Do what you like ...do what you like....I don't fucking care'

I led him to the wall opposite the window, told him to lean forward and put
his hands on the chest of drawers.  Like a fucking idiot I'd forgotten to
bring any Vaseline so I had to use my pre cum which was dripping all over
the place, to grease up my cock and prepare Sam's arse. When I thought he
was ready for it I gradually moved forward until my cock touched his crack.

'Go on shove it in you fucker shove it right in' Sam whispered.

I pushed forward. At first there was a bit of resistance but then I felt my
cock go right inside.

Sam started muttering again

'Go on.......'

Fuck this is what I'd been dreaming about ever since I'd seen this guy in
Dave's front room. My cock had never felt like this before and I began to
moan 'Ah...ah....ah.....fuck....fuck.'  in time with my thrusts. Sam also
started to moan as I pumped away.

'Fuck me .ah ..fuck me.....ah....ah...Fuck me ...ah...fuck me.'

I knew he wouldn't last long as he'd started to gently stroke his cock. I
began to thrust away a bit faster. Suddenly I could feel his hole tighten
round my cock and he began to massage his own cock even faster
. 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.......Fuck'

Cum had spurted out of his cock and went absolutely everywhere - on the
floor, all over the chest of drawers and in his hand.  Mine was all up his
arse!. We remained still for a while but as my cock gradually softened. I
whispered in Sam's ear

'Is that what you wanted?'

'Fuck.....yeah!'

We both looked at the mess Sam had made and careful wiped it up.

'Hope this doesn't make a stain on the carpet or my mother will wonder what
's been happening.'  Sam muttered

The place cleared up, Sam suddenly said, as if nothing had happened

'I've got to see some mates. We'd better get dressed'

Five minutes later I was walking down the road wondering whether I'd see
him again. Like a fucking idiot I'd not asked him for his mobile number and
not given him mine..



 TWELVE THIRTEEN & FOURTEEN

When I got up Wednesday I just had to have a wank before I went to
work. The manager had asked me to work on my day off and I'd agreed as I
needed the money. The whole day I kept dreaming about Sam but as I'd blown
my chance of more sex with him I began to think about going round to Dave's
once more to see if he wanted a bit more fun. He only lived round the
corner from work and I knew it was quite safe - nobody I know would find
out. Not only that I wanted to get a bit more sex in before Christmas. Dave
wasn't fucking in ,though, and I went home.

Halfway through Thursday morning just as I'd finished with a customer and
was putting the things he didn't want away I looked up and through the
window I could see Sam hanging around the front of the shop. I glanced
round to see whether the manager was about and went outside. Sam approached
me and said

'When do you have lunch?'

'One'

'I'll see you then'

With that he was gone.

One o'clock couldn't fucking arrive soon enough. Even before then I could
see Sam wandering around outside, looking into the shop. but I had a
fucking customer with me and couldn't leave early. When I eventually
managed to get away the first thing Sam said was

'I want to talk. Where shall we go?

It's a bit difficult that time of day finding somewhere you can talk
privately but there's a small cafe I know where there are one or two tables
separate from the rest. I took Sam down there. On the way he started to
talk.

'I was going to come down here yesterday but my arse was so fucking
sore.......That was fucking something Tuesday night'

'Did your mum notice the cum stains in the bedroom' I asked grinning all
over my face

For the first time since I'd met him Sam laughed.

'No fucking way. I moved everything in my bedroom around so it'd be covered
up.'

He then turned serious again

' Do you know anywhere where we can go? What about your place?'

I didn't say anything

In the cafe he started to quiz me. He wanted to know exactly how old I was
- I was just six months older than him. He then told me that it was on his
sixteenth birthday while he was having a late night wank that he'd made up
his mind to go for it. That was two weeks before I seen him at Dave's. He
then asked me about how I got started and how many guys I'd been with. As I
told him I could see he could hardly fucking believe it.

'Fuck ' he said ' I've got a bit of catching up to do'

I laughed and asked him how he'd met Dave. He then told me what I'd guessed
already. He'd been taking a piss and this guy had kept on looking at
him. After he'd left the bog the guy came up to him and said he'd been to
the same school and wanted to know what it was like now. Needless to say
Dave asked him back to his place and Sam had said 'Yes'. Sam then told me
that when he got back to Dave's he had the shits and that's when I arrived.
While we were talking about Dave Sam suddenly said

'How about us going round there when you've finished work and see if we can
use his place?'

I thought for a bit

'Yeah but he'd want a bit of the action'

'That doesn't' matter. I'll be able to see whose cock I prefer up my arse
yours or his .........Go on... let's give it a try'

At just gone six we arrived at Dave's door. Sam hid so that Dave wouldn't
be able to see him through the spy hole. When he opened the door and saw
Sam Dave just stood there. For the first time since I'd met him he didn't'
know what to fucking say. Then he muttered

'Come on in... but I'm just going out'

I knew by now how to handle Dave so I said jokingly

'That doesn't matter as long as you let Sam and me use the bedroom. We'll
wash the sheets when we've finished'

' But I'm going out....'

'Come on Dave, don't tell me you wouldn't mind a bit of Sam's arse?'

Dave stood there obviously trying to work out what to do.

'Get in the bedroom I'll be there a minute'

As Sam and me started to undress we could hear Dave on the phone. We'd just
made ourselves comfortable on the bed and had started gently preparing each
others cocks when he appeared

'Do you mind if somebody else comes round?'

'Fuck no' I said, not bothering to ask Sam

'Put your trousers on then. We'll have a couple of drinks. He won't be
long.'

Dave went back to the sitting room and I heard him say

'That's OK' and put the phone down.

As we sat there drinking lagers Dave couldn't keep is fucking eyes off Sam
but as usual he kept rabbiting on about everything except sex. Sam and me
sat in silence with me making faces at Sam and squeezing my cock. Then
there was a ring on the bell.  Dave got up and went to open the door.  I
muttered to Sam

'About fucking time'

Dave appeared with a guy of about thirty. He was about five nine but quite
well built. Dave introduced him as Jack. I didn't care a fuck what his name
was so I just said

'Hi' stood up and led the way into the bedroom.

Once we were in the bedroom, though it was Dave who took control. He got
Sam and me to lie across the bed with Sam's head just next to my cock and
put cushions under our arses. While he was doing this Jack began to
undress. After he'd got us boys positioned, Dave did the same and then
muttered to Jack

'Who do you want first?'

Jack pointed at Sam.

Dave then got the Vaseline and condoms out and the two guys started to
prepare before positioning themselves, their cocks ready for action. I
began to think they'd planned this but didn't see how they could have
done. I decided they must have done this sort of thing with other
guys. Everything was done in unison, head of cock in, pause, cock right in,
pause, pump away. I could see Dave looking at his mate and grinning all
over his face. I could also see Sam who started to moan

'Oh....oh.....oh.....oh...'

Suddenly everything stopped and Dave and his mate changed places. Then the
routine started up all over again: head of cock in, pause, cock right in,
pause, pump away. With Dave's cock in his arse Sam was really getting
worked up. Dave's mate was a bit of a disappointment, though, somehow he
didn't manage to get me really going but that's not to say I wasn't fucking
enjoying it.

The two guys came at roughly the same time. They pulled their cocks out of
our arses and whipped the condoms off before squirting their cum all over
us. I then heard Dave say.

'Jack and me are going to have a shower. You two enjoy yourselves for a
bit.'

Fuck was that what I wanted to hear. I rolled over gripped hold of Sam's
monster in my right hand and put it in my mouth. But that's not what I
really wanted. I wanted to get my cock up Sam's arse again. After a bit I
got off the bed and positioned myself behind Sam exactly where Dave and his
mate had been. Sam had already had two cocks up his arse now he got a
third. I tell you mine went in like a fucking dream. I looked at Sam who
muttered

'Go on you fucker. What are you waiting for?'

I'd hardly got started when Sam lost it. He was gripping hold of the sheet
and murmuring

'Fuck me ah...ah..ah....fuck me...ah...ah..ah fuck me...'

I could see sweat coming out of him and before I knew what was happening
his cum was squirting high into the air and all over me. At that point I
couldn't control myself either and soon I was filling Sam's arse with a
load of cum.

As my cock started to go soft I gradually withdrew from Sam's arse and as I
did so I looked up. Dave and his mate were standing by the door. They'd
been watching the whole fucking performance, the bastards.

Sam immediately got off the bed and started getting dressed. Then. without
waiting for me said

'See you later Tim' and left as if nothing had happened.

ONE TO FOURTEEN

Friday morning before the shop opened the manager got us all together and
started going on about how after Christmas the area manager was coming down
to review the year and set us targets for the next one. You know the sort
of crap. Half the time I wasn't listening because all I could do was think
about what had happened the previous night. I'd had two cocks up my arse
and I'd embedded my own piece of meat deep inside Sam for the second time.

The day dragged on. During my mid morning break I went to the staff bog and
had a wank. At lunchtime I wandered around the centre just in case Sam was
around.  As I made my way back to work I was feeling pretty pissed off as I
couldn't see myself getting any more sex before Christmas.

That night the house was empty when I got home so I went up to my room and
started to play with myself. Well it was my cock I was playing with
actually and my arse because I was sticking two fingers up it as I
wanked. While I was doing this I had a fucking good idea. What was the
manager on about - reviewing the year and making targets for the next one?
That was just what I was going to do. I got off the bed went over to my
computer, turned it on and within a few minutes I was typing away.

January to October

Wanked every day - most times twice a day but sometimes three. One time I
did it five times.

October

Had sex with another guy for the first time. Given a blow job by a guy
about thirty with a five and half inch cock

Rating -fucking cool eight out of ten

Me and a guy about forty five gave each other a wank in a bog.  Reckon his
cock was six inches.

Rating- four out of ten

November

Me and a guy of sixteen wanked each other. He had a six-inch cock.

Rating - fucking wicked but could have been better. Seven out of ten

Guy in his sixties gave me a wank. Just what I needed at the time

Rating - five out of ten.

Guy of thirty sucked me off. Only had a feel of his cock. Don't reckon it
was very large.

Rating- six out of ten

Fucked for the first time by a guy of fifty with six inches of meat

Rating- fucking cool eight out of ten

Me and guy of fifty wanked each other. He only had five and a half inches.

Rating- three out of ten

Sucked a guy of about thirty.  He had a good six and a half inches

Rating - six out of ten



December

Three some with two sixteen year old guys.  Ali had seven inches, Darren
who I'd given a wank in November, six. Sucked both of them. Ali sucked
me. Shot my load over Darren while he sucked Ali.

Rating- fucking wicked nine out of ten

Gave Jazz, a mate of about eighteen I knew at school, a suck in a park Cock
seven inches.

 Rating- six out of ten

Fucked by a guy of twenty with five and a half inch cock

Rating- six out of ten.

Fucked by a guy called Dave who's about thirty. Had his eight inches up my
arse twice

Rating- fucking cool eight out of ten.

Fucked somebody for the first time - a sixteen-year-old guy, called Sam,
with an enormous nine-inch cock.

 Rating -fucking, fucking cool - ten out of ten

Three some with Sam Dave and his mate. Fucked by Dave and his mate. Gave
Sam a fuck after he'd already been fucked by both Dave and his mate.

Rating fucking fucking cool - ten out of ten.

I read through what I'd typed, stroking my cock as I did so. I'd had sex
with fourteen guys in two months 'Fuck' I thought 'That's almost two a
week. Next year I've got to make it more than that -three a week would be
fucking wicked.'

I then began to think about where I was going to find all these guys. The
bog was closed and the parks were fucking useless in winter. One
possibility was to go and see if Dave had another mate who fancied a bit of
my arse There was the Queen's Head but that was out as I was still shit
scared somebody would find out what I was up to. Then I suddenly thought
'What the fuck am I thinking about next year for.  It isn't Christmas yet'

FIFTEEN

On Saturday I went home straight from work, got changed and then had
something to eat. I rang my mate up and told him I was taking this bird out
and was hoping she'd let me shag her so I wouldn't be down the pub.

My plan was to go to the woodland area and see what it was like after
dark. I didn't want to fuck about on buses though so I took a cab to a pub
just round the corner from the woods and got there about nine. I went in
and had a quick pint before strolling along the road to the car park. On
the way I noticed a large Lexus parked in the road not far from the pub but
took no notice of it..

The car park by the woods was empty. I don't mind telling you I was wetting
myself as I walked along the path into the woods, looking over my shoulder
all the time to see whether anybody was following . It was a moonlit night
so it was quite easy to see what was going on in the bushes - fuck all or
so I thought. I was just about to give up when I heard a noise coming from
behind a large tree. Fucking hell my heart started to thump as I went to
find out what it was all about.  As I got closer I couldn't believe what I
saw. There was this fat guy of about fifty with his trousers down, leaning
forward with his hands on the tree having the shit fucked out of him by
another guy. I just stood there watching, Suddenly the guy doing the
fucking burst out

'Aaaaaaaah'

There was a pause before he slowly took his cock out. I could see the
condom, full of cum, dangling on the end of his cock. The guy then gave me
a quick look and said

'He's all yours'

Shaking all over I started to fiddle with my zip trying to get it open so I
could get my cock out. The fat guy looked round to see what was happening
and then, without a word, made it clear he wanted my cock up his arse. I
didn't hang about. I got a condom out of my back pocket, rolled it over my
cock and moved forward. By this time the other guy had put his cock away
and was walking toward the path. I didn't care. I'd got an arse ready and
waiting for me. As the tip of my cock touched this guy's crack I remembered
how tight Sam's arse had been. Not this guy's. My cock slipped straight
in. It was all over much too soon, though. I'd only just started pumping
when I lost it. 'Fuck' I thought 'I should have had a wank before I left
home. '



SIXTEEN

As I walked back to the car park I decided to go and have another drink so
when I got to the road I turned right and walked towards the pub. The Lexus
was still there but this time there was somebody in the driving seat. As I
got closer I saw who it was - the other guy who'd been in the woods.  I
slowed down and as I passed the front door he lent across and opened it. I
got in.

The guy started the engine up and moved off without saying a word. It was
not until we reached the main road that he spoke for the first time

'Coming back to my place?'

I nodded. There was another silence before the guy said 'What did you do
with the guy in the woods.?'

'Fucked him'

The guy laughed. 'That bloke's there most Saturdays about this time. He
can't get enough. Is that the first time you've seen him?'

I nodded again. I was now getting a bit nervous. We'd been driving for
quite a time and I'd no fucking idea where we were going. The guy must have
sensed this because he said

'Don't worry. I'll bring you back.......... In a minute I'm going to ask
you to get in the back seat and cover yourself with that blanket. I can't
be too careful'

A little further on he drew into a lay-by and stopped the car. I got out
and into the back. The guy set off again After about five minutes he slowed
down and turned into a private road full of fucking enormous houses.

'Get down and cover yourself .' He ordered

I did as I was told and a few minutes later the car slowed down and turned
right into a drive. I heard some garage doors opening and the car drove
in. I then heard the garage doors close again.

'We're here. You can get out' the guy said.

I opened the car door, got out and followed the guy through a door which
led into the house. Fuck This guy was loaded. He had fucking
everything. Pictures on the walls, leather chairs, plush carpets. You name
it - he had it I just looked around not knowing what to say. I felt just
like I did when I'd been picked up at the station the first time

The guy interrupted my thoughts

'Don't know about you but I need a shower'

We went upstairs and into his bedroom.  He then pointed at a door which led
into a bathroom.

'Have a shower, put this on and then come back here' He handed me a silk
dressing gown. I was beginning to wonder what was going on. I didn't
understand why the guy didn't want to take a shower with me but I did as I
was told though, showered quickly and went back into the bedroom The guy
was sitting there still fully dressed. When he saw me he got up and said

'Won't be a minute. Make yourself comfortable' and went off to the
bathroom.

I looked round the room. There were thick velvet curtains, fitted wardrobes
and cupboards, a large TV, a couple of easy chairs and a king sized bed. I
tell you I didn't fucking know what to do so I sat down in one of the
chairs. It was only a few minutes before I heard a noise and the guy
appeared at the door of the bathroom, naked. That was the first time I'd
really had a look at him. He must have been about forty-five but obviously
kept himself pretty fit but the thing that fucking amazed me was the
hair. He was covered with it. I'd never seen anything like it. As he stood
there my cock began to grow. I looked down at his cock. It was a
good-looking piece of meat with plenty of foreskins, just what I like, and
was gradually getting harder. When it reached its full length it must have
been about seven inches.

As I was still taking all this in the guy moved towards me and signalled
with his hand that he wanted me to stand up. He then took the dressing gown
off and stood feasting his eyes on my body before leading me to the bed. As
soon as I'd relaxed he went down on my cock. He took it slow and gentle and
soon I was moaning

'Oh...oh....oh................oh...oh...oh.'

Suddenly he stopped and said

'You going to stay the night?'

This guy had got me exactly where he wanted me and there was no way I was
going to say no.

'I'll have to ring my mum' I said sounding like a little kid.

'There's a phone there ' he said, pointing to the bedside table.

Thank fuck nobody was at home. I left a message on the answering machine
telling my mum I was sleeping over at a mates. That done I lay back and the
guy really got into it, starting work on my neck with his tongue and lips.

'Fuck' I thought ' He's going to give me a love bite' and he fucking did.

After he'd finished with my neck he moved down my body, stopping every few
minutes to look at me. When he got to my cock he circled round it. It was
my arse he was after though. He lifted my legs up and began to lick my
crack. Nobody had ever done this before and it started to send me crazy. I
was shaking all over. The guy still seemed to be in control of himself,
though, because he got off the bed, opened the drawer of his bedside table
and produced Vaseline and a condom. Don't ask me what happened next.. All I
know is that his cock was in my arse moving in and out, very gently at
first, and then more quickly.  I was coming out in a sweat and gripping
hold of the sheets, shaking my head from side to side muttering

'Fuck...aah...aah...fuck...fuck...aah...aah...aah...'

Then it was all over.  The guy whipped his cock out of my arse removed the
condom and squirted his cum all over my chest before gripping hold of my
cock and massaging it quickly until it exploded.  I closed my eyes and that
is all I remember because I fell asleep.

I woke the next morning at about eight, my cock hard and the guy in bed
beside me. I didn't say anything I just threw back the quilt so he could
see that I was ready. Straight away he was down on me.

This guy is the most experienced I've been with. The previous night had
been fucking fantastic. That morning was fucking fucking fantastic. He did
exactly what he'd done before but it was better. First he gave my cock the
sensation of a life time and then he moved down my body with his mouth
starting with my neck. He gave me not one but two more fucking love
bites. I was shaking all over, not knowing what to do. Even before his cock
was in my arse I was muttering

'Ah....ah......ah...shove that cock in, shove that cock in....ah ...ah'

That morning the guy could have done anything he wanted with me If he'd not
wanted to wear a condom I couldn't have done a fucking thing. I was gone. I
couldn't tell you how long the guy went on for. I forgot all about time.
The climax came and what a fucking climax it was. As the guy was pumping
away I could feel my cock losing control, even though my hands were nowhere
near it. I was gripping the sheets as I did the night before but this time
I found myself lifting my arse up off the bed and bursting out

'Ah...ah....ah aaaaaaah' as cum shot out of my cock and spurted high into
the air before landing on my face. Almost at the same time the guy pulled
his cock out of my arse, tore the condom off and added his cum to mine.

After that we lay on the bed for about five minutes not saying a thing.
The guy then got up and took a shower,leaving me alone on the bed. When
he'd finished he suggested I take one. As soon as I was washed and dressed
he said 'Come on. Let's go'. That's almost the last he said to me. With me
hidden under a blanket he sped away from his house and towards the wooded
area where we'd met. Just round the corner from the pub I got out, said

'See you later' and went to look for a cab.

I spent the rest of that day in my bedroom playing with myself and thinking
about what happened. In the evening I went round to see one of my
mates. When he saw my neck he began to grin

' See you had a good time last night'

I grinned back 'You fucking bet I did. And this morning!'

He didn't know what to say.



ZERO

Christmas Day and we're all going over my aunt's who lives round the
corner. I wouldn't say no to a bit of sex with her boys. They are two or
three years older than me and look as horny as hell but there's no chance
of me getting my hands on them as they've both got birds who they fuck
quite regularly.  Mum and dad have already gone. I told them I'd catch them
up as I had something to do. They think I'm wrapping presents and writing
cards and that sort of crap. No way. I've been reading what I call my sex
file.  Fucking hell I've had it with sixteen guys, aged sixteen to sixty.
That's one for each year of my life and an average of two a week since I
started. All I'm going to manage today, though, is a bit of fun with my
cock and some baby oil. Just like old times!