Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2018 09:27:10 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Jackanory - Part 2 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and boys. Please send any comments to andymann303@outlook.com. And please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth: oral anal, b/M+ - - - - - Jackanory - Part 2 The following story has been submitted by a chap who wishes to remain anonymous; so I will name him Eric. He is the boy in this story, which is based on an event in his life. It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of sexual behaviour, but is simply one man's fond memory of an experience he enjoyed years ago, in his youth. Edits have been apply by the governor, so nuff said. - Uncle George was a stocky man of five-foot, nine-inches. He was physically fit because of a lifetime of hard, outdoor labour. John, his best friend, was built very much like Uncle George, and sometimes helped around the farm. He often spent the weekends at Uncle George's. They were both in their forties. I was an innocent when I was twelve-years-old, but Uncle George soon changed that, just after my thirteenth birthday, when he introduced me to the pleasures of wanking and cock-sucking. Uncle George and John often told me that I had a firm arse, and called it a 'bubble-butt'. When I stayed the weekend with my uncle, he would have me share a double bed with John. On one occasion, John entered the bedroom totally naked and slipped under the covers. I was facing the wall with my back to John, and woke up when he placed his arm over my waist and pulled me against his naked body to spoon me. His hand slowly slipped down, inside the front of my PJ's, and played with my little cock and ball-sac. My cock got rock-hard, but I was too scared to say anything. John whispered in my ear, 'It's okay, Eric. I've been perving on your young body for a few weeks now. It's time to make you into my sex pet. You were made for an old man like me. You'll see how good it feels, and soon you'll be begging for more and more cock!' John rolled me over, pulled the string on my PJ's and released my cock. He then went down on me, and sucked my cock until I shot my load into his mouth. He continued to suck on my cock until I had climaxed into his mouth several more times. And just when I thought I was through for the night, Uncle George came into the bedroom to join us. I was fascinated by the size of their uncut cocks. Both men had stems that looked like they were seven- to eight-inches long. And both cocks were thick, with large, purple cock-heads, and they were musky smelling. Uncle George decided to demonstrate how men fuck, by mounting John doggie-style and fucking him like a 'bitch-dog'. When he pulled his cock out of John's arsehole, he shot his spunk all over John's arse-cheeks, before rubbing it in with his hand. They were both spent after that demonstration, so the three of us went to sleep. There was a lot more wanking and cock-sucking the next day, and I was sent home thinking about the prospect of being fucked by Uncle George and John. I thought about arse fucking all week, and wanked off until my cock had swollen up big and round. I couldn't wait to get to Uncle George's place the following weekend. The moment I arrived on my bicycle, Uncle George and John ushered me into the house and the three of us quickly stripped naked. 'We're gonna have a nice chicken sandwich with this one, George,' said John. 'He looks real tasty in the nude.' As soon as we were stark-bollock-naked, my uncle produced a bottle of lubricant from the sideboard. The two men then debated as to where they were going to fuck me. They agreed that the best place was right there, in the parlour. They switched on the TV and turned the Long John coffee table to face it. It was John's idea to put a DVD on, so that I could watch men sucking and fucking boys on the TV, as my arsehole was being broken in. Uncle George greased up my arsehole with his sticky fingers. He then made sure that his own cock was well lubricated before he placed his hands on my hips and drove his cock into my arsehole. There was no attempt to be gentle - he just impaled me with his rigid seven-inches length. The pain was so intense that I opened my mouth but couldn't make a sound. Tears ran down my cheeks. I wasn't able to enjoy the porn because my eyes were full of salty tears. And when my uncle shot his load, he clung onto me to ensure that every drop of spunk had hit its mark. John's cock was every bit as large as my uncle's. My sphincter was still stretched to accommodate the girth of my uncle's cock, so John's stem entered quite smoothly. However, that didn't lessen the pain as he fucked my brains out. I begged and pleaded for him to pull it out, but he ignored me. He fucked me for a very long time. I really didn't get to enjoy the porn, but I did manage to catch glimpses. There was a chubby man, with a cock almost a foot long, who was able to bend over and suck his own cock-head. There was another man, with an unusually long foreskin, who was able to place it over the end of a boy's cock-head and wank him off with it. However, the scene that really caught my interest was when the chubby man fucked the mouth and arse of a boy that looked real young. Uncle George and John fucked me repeatedly for two days; then, on Sunday afternoon, they bathed me to relax my arsehole and get it back to normal - they didn't want my unusual gate to tip off my parents that I had been arse fucked. I cannot remember how many weekends I spent with Uncle George and John, being fucked up hill and down dale. I certainly liked being humped by both men in what they called a 'chicken sandwich'. Over the weeks, I began to suspect that I was not the only beneficiary of my uncle's cock. So when I confronted John about my suspicions, he confessed that they had a few boys on tap, and that one boy came complete with his father. He then promised to invite me along when the father and son were visiting, so that I could join them for a 'fuck-fest'. For several days I wanked off nightly, in anticipation of meeting the father a son combo. And true to his word, John called my parents and obtained their permission for an unscheduled visit, to help pull down a shed and put up a new one. When I arrived, there was a new Ford parked outside my uncle's house. My cock sprang to attention as I walked up the path and knocked on the front door. Uncle George introduced me to Clive, a handsome man in his early thirties, and Bryan, a cute nine-year-old blond. We were all stark-bollock-naked within minutes, with the three men encouraging their 'bum-boys' to suck cock in a 69-position. At one point, we were interrupted to get ready for arse fucking, and as we went back to sucking cock, we were both humped by man-size cocks. Later, Clive took me upstairs to show me 'the sights', while Uncle George and John introduce Bryan to the Long John coffee table again. When it was all over, Clive squeezed my arse-cheeks and said he wanted to see me again, and again, and again. - - - - - The following story has been submitted by a chap who wishes to remain anonymous; so I will name him Fraser. He is the boy in this story, which is based on an event in his life. It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of sexual behaviour, but is simply one man's fond memory of an experience he enjoyed years ago, in his youth. Edits have been apply by the governor, so nuff said. - As I was walking to the park, this man came up to me and began chatting to me. He seemed nice and not at all threatening, so I struck up a conversation with him. He asked me how old I was, and where did I go to school, and did I have a girlfriend. I told him I was thirteen years old and went to St. John's, the church school, and that I didn't have time for girls. He put his arm round my shoulders and said, 'Good boy'. He then asked if I would help me out with something. I said, 'Yes, okay', not knowing what it was he wanted help with. He then asked if I would come home with him, and help him out there. I was always ready to help people, so I said, 'Yes'. As we walked to his house, he began talking about Billy, his friend's son. Billy was my age, and he liked playing with his 'dinkle'. He also liked playing with his dad's 'dinkle', and those of his dad's 'like-minded friends'. Of course, I had to ask what a 'dinkle' was, and what did George, the man walking beside me, liked about it. George explained that a 'dinkle' was another name for a cock, and that everyone liked playing with hard-standing cock. Billy couldn't get enough of cock, and John, his dad, liked taking photographs of his son playing with his naked friends. Of course, in those days - the early 1960s - all my friends used to keep on about 'queers' and 'queer-bashing', and used to keep watch on the public toilets for any unusual activity. However, my curiosity led me to check out the toilets when my friends weren't around: I would wait until a man went into the toilets, and then follow him in. I would stand beside him at the urinals and just wait, with my cock sticking out. Sometimes, a man would grab my cock and hold it in his hand. He would then wank me off until I climaxed. Clearly, George had seen me leaving the toilets earlier that day. Once inside his house, George led me into the living-room and gave me a stack of photographs to look at. Billy and Roy, another naked boy, where in every photograph. They were wanking off, sucking cock, and bending over for George and several other men. I couldn't take my eyes off the black and white snaps. George then kissed me and began to feel my stiffy. I moaned as he began to undress me. 'Now you're naked,' he said. 'Let's go up to the bedroom and play.' We went in to the bedroom and he got naked, and I almost came when I saw his awesome cock. It was just what I liked: nice and big, and uncut. George got me to suck on his cock hard, and all the time he was feeling me up. He moaned with pleasure as he pushed his cock further into my mouth. I was loving every moment of this naked sex-romp. Then the bedroom door opened and in walked Billy and a man. Billy and John were naked and all smiles, and John was holding a camera. - - - - - The following story has been submitted by a chap who wishes to remain anonymous; so I will name him Gary. He is the boy in this story, which is based on an event in his life. It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of sexual behaviour, but is simply one man's fond memory of an experience he enjoyed years ago, in his youth. Edits have been apply by the governor, so nuff said. - I grew up just outside Maidstone, Kent; and was expected to find a farm job during the summer break from school. I was offered a job working for a man who owned a small farm. Mr. Horley, the farmer, was a widower that lived some three miles from my house. He had the reputation of being a recluse, and his house was located at the end of a narrow lane, which was several hundred yards long. Like most farms in the area, there was a garage and large barn adjacent to the house. The garage was equipped with enough equipment and tools to change engines and wheels on cars, lorries and farm equipment. I rode my bicycle from my house to Mr. Horley's farm. I enjoyed the feeling of seclusion as I rode my bike along the tree-lined lane. When I reached the house, I leaned my bike against the side of the house and approached the front door. I knocked on the door and had to wait for some time before Mr. Horley appeared. When the door opened, I was looking at a tall man that was shirtless and wearing bib-and-brace overalls. He noticed me staring at his muscular body and white chest hair. As he invited me in, I noticed the brass button on his left hip was missing, so I could see that he was wearing no underwear. He led me down the hallway and into the kitchen, where he sat me down to have a little chat. He told me that he was looking for a young lad that was willing to do his bidding. As he said that, he placed his strong hand on my knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. I had an idea what he was asking of me, because my uncle had broken me in, just after my thirteenth birthday, a few months earlier. As Mr. Horley ran his hand up my thigh, towards my crotch, he told me to refer to him as 'Boss' when I was servicing his needs. He then rubbed my jeans, around the crotch area. My cock sprang to attention as he gave me a knowing smile. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me full on the mouth. I was stunned, and could feel the stubble on his chin as he forced his tongue into my mouth. He then led me upstairs by the crotch of my jeans. He had me stand by his brass bed as he removed my t-shirt and pulled down my jeans and underwear. He pushed me backwards, until I sat down on his bed, so that he could remove my shoes and socks. He then removed my jean and underwear. I sat there as Mr. Horley unfastened the shoulder straps of his overalls. I watched in amazement as he let the overalls fall to the floor around his feet. He was sporting an eight-inch cock and a large, dangling ball-sac. He had white pubic hair around his cock and ball-sac. He grasped his cock with his right hand and pulled back the foreskin, exposing the shiny cock-head beneath. His cock looked so-o-o awesome. As I sat there, he pulled my head towards his crotch and, with his right hand grasping his cock, wiped the shiny cock-head against my lips. There was a clear drop of pre-cum on the tip of his cock, which he rubbed against my lips before forcing his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock until he squirted his seed into my mouth. He then held the back of my head until I swallowed his spunk. 'Your uncle said you were a good cock-sucker, Gary,' said Mr. Horley. When he released my head, he placed a black leather collar around my neck and attached a chain leash to it. He then led me downstairs, like he was taking a dog for a walk. My uncle had said that I must comply with all of Mr. Horley's wishes, no matter how bizarre. Apparently, Uncle George was being paid well for my time on the farm. He had loaned me out to the farmer as a 'general dogsbody' and 'sex pet'. Mr. Horley led me to an old leather chair in the parlour and told me to sit down. He then told me to wank myself off in front of his camera. Apparently, he needed a few pix to show his like-minded friends. On subsequent visits, Mr. Horley insisted I strip naked in the garage and place the leather collar around my neck. I would then walk to the house and knock on the front door - I still get a hard-on thinking about that breezy walk from the garage to the farm house. During my fourth visit to the farm, Mr. Horley led me naked from the house to the barn. The gnats were biting my arse as we entered the old barn, which was fitted out with wooden stalls for horses. Admiral and Banjo stood and watched me fall to my knees and suck off their owner's cock. Mr. Horley then ordered me to bend over in front of the two horses, so that they could see me being fucked by his uncut stem. When he wanted me to spend the night, I would tell my parents that I was sleeping over at a friend's house. During these naked sleep-overs, Mr. Horley would invite several of his retired friends over to watch me perform. I would then service their sexual needs as they drank beer and told dirty stories. It was an incredible time for me during that summer break from school. I remember, during a daytime visit, the men tied me between two trees in the wood and fucked my brains out. And then, once I had licked their cocks clean, I was led down to the river and tied to a large oak tree. Thankfully, no boats came along as the men teased and tormented my naked body. - - - - - The following story has been submitted by a chap who wishes to remain anonymous; so I will name him Harry. He is the boy in this story, which is based on an event in his life. It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of sexual behaviour, but is simply one man's fond memory of an experience he enjoyed years ago, in his youth. Edits have been apply by the governor, so nuff said. - I was fourteen years old when I began noticing men in a sexual way. I recall it was during a visit to the Lakeside Shopping Centre that I first became sexually active, acquiring some hands-on experience of sex with men. I was in the public toilets, reading all the obscene scribblings on a cubicle wall. I knew there was a man in the cubicle next to mine, but I was too focused on the crude drawings of fully erect cocks to pay much attention. The rest of the toilet area was empty. Then a shiny black shoe appeared beneath the raised cubicle partition. I looked down as the shoe began to slowly tap up and down. I then realised it was a coded signal: earlier, a scribbling on the wall had revealed that a tapping foot meant that a blowjob was on offer. My fourteen-year-old cock began dripping pre-cum like crazy. Did the man really want to give me a blowjob? Hesitant, but still horny, I moved my foot beneath the partition and returned the tap. A man's head appeared over the partition between the two cubicles. He was young, around 25 years old, with a Don Juan beard and mustache. He looked down at my hard-standing cock and smiled. 'How old are you, boy?' 'Fourteen,' I replied. 'Open the door and let me in.' The moment he was inside the cubicle, he locked the door and knelt down in front of me. 'What if someone comes in and catches us?' I whispered. 'It's okay, they won't know what's going on in here,' he said. 'Now let's get to it.' I was scared, but the cock-sucking offer from the good-looking man, and my own throbbing cock, overwhelmed my fear. I let go of my cock and thrust it forward. I will never forget the look on the man's face. His eyes were locked on my cock as he licked his lips. He then lurched forward, towards my rock-hard stem, and sucked my cock into his mouth. The sensation was truly amazing. I had fooled around with school mates, and had been sucked off a couple of times, but this was a adult man, a stranger. And this stranger knew how to get the most out of a schoolboy cock. His mouth was hot and wet, and capable of taking in the whole of my rigid length. He stopped when I began to moan with pleasure. 'Quiet, boy,' he whispered. 'We need to keep quiet .... But that moaning sounds so-o-o sexy.' The man then resumed his cock-sucking. I looked down and watched the man's head bob up and down on my cock. His cheeks were concave as he sucked hard on my length. He reached up and cupped my hairless ball-sac, massaging it gently. He then reached behind me to squeeze my arse-cheeks and finger my anus. I felt so wicked, listening to the man slurping on my cock as he fondled my ball-sac. However, I still felt pretty good, what with my balls tightening up from all the fingering going on. Then suddenly, the outer door of the toilet opened. 'Someone's coming in,' I whispered. 'Someone's coming in.' The two of us froze as the inner door of the toilet opened and a man came in to use the urinals. And as he did so, another man came in to do the same. Terrified, I looked up to see if anyone was looking over the partition. My stem went limp in a nano-second. The two men at the urinals seemed to take forever, but eventually they left the toilet. 'Let's get out of here,' said the man. 'It's getting way too busy.' I followed the man out of the toilet, and decided to stay with him as he descended the central stairway. 'It was getting way too busy in there,' he said, smiling. 'My car's out back, so I can take care of you out there. If you want?' 'Okay,' I replied, as I felt my cock begin to stiffen again. 'I'm Owen, by the way,' he said. 'And you are?' 'Harry,' I said, smiling. We left the shopping centre and walked to the car. Owen then drove us round to the back of the centre, near the staff car park, where we could be alone. 'Geez! You've got a nice dick for a fourteen-year-old,' said Owen, as he pulled down my shorts and underpants to reveal my erection. 'It's so stiff. And it felt really good in my mouth. Did you like it when I sucked your dick?' I nodded, eager for him to resume his cock-sucking activities. He held my cock-head to his lips, and kissed it. 'I love boys,' he said, as he kissed my cock-head again. 'Their little dicks and bums look so good in my hands. I can't wait to swallow your seed, boy.' He then attacked my cock with a fury. I began moaning with pleasure as his lips and tongue worked on my rigid length. Every swirl of his tongue triggered a gasp of joy, every hint of suction produced a moan of pleasure. 'Yeah, boy,' he said, as he pulled my cock out of his mouth. 'Moan for me, baby. Shoot that sweet seed into my mouth.' Moaning loudly, it didn't take me long to shed my load. It felt so good, and the load seemed to be huge; however, I couldn't tell because he slurped up every last drop. 'Holy shit, baby!' he said, as he licked my cock-head. 'That was good! That was real good!' He quickly pulled down his trousers and underpants, and began wanking off. 'I've gotta shoot my load,' he said. 'You wanna watch?' I did more than that. I leaned over in my seat and took his cock into my mouth. His uncut stem was long and thick, with a little upturn at the end. It was now his turn to moan and groan with pleasure. 'Geez!' he exclaimed. 'Yeah! Suck my cock, boy.' With one hand, he pushed down on my head. He then reached over with his other hand and began fondling my bare arse. 'Yeah!' he continued. 'You're a real find. A little sex-pet that loves sucking dick. Keep sucking me, boy. I'm gonna shoot soon!' I loved the smell of his crotch, and I loved the way his cock felt in my mouth. It felt so good to be with a real man, and a man who was so obviously into me. He began fingering my anus really hard. 'Oh, baby,' he sighed, 'you've got a tight arsehole. I bet you're a great fuck! I bet you're a real tight fuck!' His balls pulled up almost immediately, as he pushed down hard on my head. 'Geez, baby,' he groaned. 'I'm coming! So drink my juice. Drink it all down!' Jets of spunk spurted wildly into my mouth, but I managed to drink it all down. It was warm and salty, and I felt like a really wicked whore. But I didn't care. I loved it. I lifted my head from his spit-soaked cock and sat up in my seat. He was smiling. 'Yeah, baby. You're awesome!' he said. 'Do you wanna get together again, and mess around some more?' 'Yeah!' I cried out, as I wiped the last of his spunk from my lips. Owen opened the glove compartment and grabbed a pen and some paper. 'I'm free all this weekend, if you wanna do something crude and rude. Give me a ring on this number and I can pick you up.' 'Thanks,' I said, as I pulled up my underpants and shorts. 'I'll call you for sure. I'd love to mess around some more.' Owen drove me back to the front of the shopping centre, so that I could meet up with my mother and aunt at four o'clock, as arranged.