Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2018 12:52:13 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: A Gaggle Of Uncles - Part 1 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 teenage 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, t/M+ - - - - - A Gaggle Of Uncles - Part 1 My story begins in 1964, when I was eleven years old. Trevor, my fourteen-year-old cousin, who I idolized, showed me how to masturbate, and then how to suck cock. Whenever we were alone together, we would get naked and have sex. When I turned twelve years old, I spent the summer holidays at my aunt's house. Trevor and I went everywhere together, and spent a lot of time at the local park. Trevor introduced me to his 'uncles', who were Uncle Frank, Uncle John and Uncle Roy. None of the three men were related to me, so I had no idea why my cousin called them 'uncles'. Trevor and I usually met Uncle Frank in the bushes behind the toilet block. He liked to watch me get naked in a small clearing, that was hidden amongst the bushes, while Trevor wanked him off. Uncle Roy liked to lie down in the clearing and have his 'sex-pets' suck him off. He would then play with our cocks until his cock was ready for another licking. Uncle John, who was a lot older than Frank and Roy, liked to watch Trevor and I play with each other in the clearing; and sometimes watch us play with Uncle Roy. It was he who invited us to a sex party. The party was held on a Saturday afternoon, in an old house that stood close to the Grand Union Canal. We arrived early, around noon, and were met by Uncle John at the back door. He was delighted to see us, and was quick to offer us a drink. I felt so grown-up when Uncle John offered me a drink. It was very sweet - being a mix of Southern Comfort and Coca Cola. Trevor and I had two more drinks as the other guests, five men and two teenage boys, arrived. There was music playing and a 8mm projector running a blue film. I had never seen a film like it before. There was a group of naked men and boys playing with each other on a sun-drenched beach. I was fascinated, watching the boys sucking on adult cock; and then later, being arse-fucked by the men. When I looked around the room, all the guests, including Trevor, were in various stages of undress. The men were wanking off the boys, and Trevor was wanking off a portly man in his early fifties, who had a full beard and several tattoos. I was keen to watch, but I felt a little dizzy, so I made my way to the kitchen to cool off, and to think about what was going on. Uncle John followed me into the kitchen, and insisted on making me another drink. I took a big swig and felt my cheeks tingle. I knew I was getting drunk. The man put his arm around my waist and asked, 'Would you like to go upstairs and rest?' I swayed a little, and then said, 'Yes. I feel a bit dizzy.' Uncle John said, 'Follow me, son,' as he led me upstairs to a bedroom. The bed squeaked and sagged as we sat down. The room was in darkness, and I wasn't sure if I was fully conscious: I remember Uncle John kissing me on the lips, but I don't remember him stripping me naked. I remember visiting the bathroom, and I remember having my arsehole washed, but how I got back to the bedroom was a complete mystery. I objected to having my nipples tweaked, because it hurt, but I stopped complaining when Uncle John took hold of my hard-standing cock. I laid back, spread my legs, and let the man suck on my stiffy. When I shot my load, he swallowed hard and began fingering my arsehole. I so wanted to suck him off, but he had other ideas. He reached for a jar of Vaseline and smeared the jelly all over his cock, and then around my arsehole. I knew, from watching the blue film, what he was planning to do, so I begged him not to. He lifted up my legs and placed them on his shoulders, and then said, 'Relax, or it'll hurt even more'. I did my best to relax when I felt his knob touch my arsehole. I was suddenly sober, and in tears, as his cock slipped inside my hole. I did try to suffer in silence, but failed miserably. There was nothing to do but endure the pain, while Uncle John fucked me as gently as he could. And when he was finished, and had shed his load, he pulled out very slowly. I felt a cool breeze on my arse-cheeks as he lowered my legs, got up and left the room. I lay on the bed, with my arsehole throbbing. I was close to drifting off to sleep when a shadowy figure appeared at the open doorway. My first instinct was to sit up and tell him to leave me alone. However, my body wouldn't move. The naked man approached the bed, and before I could respond he was on me. He was big and burly, and very strong. He held me down as he straddled my head and forced his cock into my mouth. I almost choked when his knob touched the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth until I swallowed his load, and while I was still being pinned to the mattress, someone else began fingering my arsehole. Then, when the man finally released me, I saw that I was surrounded by all the party guests. They were encouraging a man to 'mount the bitch and fuck his arse'. At least the spunk in my arsehole helped the Vaseline. It still hurt though - the man was nowhere near as gentle as Uncle John had been. His thick shaft really left its mark on my twelve-year-old arse. My cousin stood on my left, with the bearded man standing directly behind him. It was obvious that the man had his cock inside Trevor's arsehole. Trevor smiled at me as the man fucked him hard. Another boy leaned over and sucked my right nipple, while he was being fucked by Uncle Roy. That day I was fucked by four adult cocks and a horny teenager. It scared me that I enjoyed the party so much. I knew that men having sex with boys was a crime, and regarded as perverse. But I really enjoyed all the attention, and being stark-bollock-naked in front of men was a real turn on for me. Trevor never stopped telling me how dangerous it would be for us, if anyone 'outside the circle' found out about the sex. We would both be carted off to borstal for years. When I got back to my aunt's house, I soaked in the bath until the water turned cold. I avoided my cousin the next day, just in case he wanted to visit the park. However, come the following Saturday, we both headed for the Grand Union Canal. Uncle John and Uncle Roy were keen to give us an enema before the other guests arrived. We both stripped off and followed the men to the bathroom. Uncle John took charge of my arsehole, while Uncle Roy worked on 'Trevor's skinny arse'. We were both leaned over the rim of the bath, side by side, while the enema bottles were filled with lukewarm water. Vaseline was used to lubricate our arseholes as the nozzles were carefully inserted, and the tube-clamps released. I felt my colon fill with at least a pint of warm water; although it felt cold as it made its way to my upper colon. Eventually it became uncomfortable, and a little painful, to hold the water in. Uncle John insisted that I hold it in, until the bottle was completely empty. It was almost like torture, waiting for the nozzle to be removed. Uncle John helped me stand up and move to the toilet. And when I sat down, it was an explosive evacuation. Water splashed up from the bowl, wetting my arse-cheeks, as the stink filled the air. The man flushed the toilet as Trevor was helped up by Uncle Roy. The process was repeated two more times, just to be sure our colons were ultra clean. We were then washed thoroughly with a scrubbing brush and carbolic soap. When we came downstairs, I was stunned to see at least eight men lounging around in the nude. Uncle John moved a coffee table to the centre of the room. It was long and made of sturdy oak. Trevor and I were told to get down on our knees and bend over the table, side by side. I watched the men lubricate their cocks as they made ready to fuck 'the new boys'. Trevor and I were both mounted and fucked hard by two alpha males. They seemed to dominate the rest of the group, including Uncle John and Uncle Roy. At the time, Trevor and I didn't know that the two men, Uncle Owen and Uncle Paul, were going to make us their bum-boys, and we were to be kept in that role for the next three years. - - - - - Comments to: andymann303@outlook.com Other stories on Nifty by Andy Mann 303: Andy's Adventures Trevor's Adventures Gavin's Adventures