Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2011 11:27:14 +0100 (BST) From: Randolph Triquento Subject: A Trip To The Pictures - Chapter 2 This is fiction. That means that it didn't happen, except in my imagination. The author is an adult. Thanks to all you who sent comments and encouragemnt in relation to Chapter 1. This is much appreciated! In 1958, Sundays were boring, especially for this twelve year old boy. This one was memorable only because I spent most of it in a trance, recalling every moment of the the previous day's trip to the pictures. In fact, the only thing that I could NOT recall was any detail of the films I had seen! But the images of Joey and Roy remained vivid in my memory. Sundays meant "visiting relations" - or them visiting us. Then came "bath night", which had nothing to do with bathrooms and everything to do with a small metal bath placed in front of the fire, and filled with lukewarm water from a kettle. And bath night was once a WEEK! Why on earth we had to bath so often was a complete mystery to me and my chums, and we hated it. Stripping naked in front of parents wasn't a problem - I was never a shy boy. But when relations were visiting, they would sit there and casually watch me bathing as they consumed copious cups of tea and a plate of cheese and Marmite sandwiches. Or, in the case of Uncle Albert, the watching of yours truly would be not-at-all casual. He was actually Mum's uncle, I think, not mine, not married, a slovenly rather ugly man of great age - to my young mind he was at least a hundred. And when yours truly was in the bath, he missed NOTHING! Mum obviously didn't like him much, though Dad got on with him well enough. Were I to see him today, I would immediately have him pigeon-holed as a "dirty old perv". He wouldn't LOOK at my naked body, he would LEER at it, almost dribbling with delight. In the past, I had hated this, but following on from my previous day's experiences my views began to change as I assessed the possibilites of his role as a friend in the mould of Joey and Roy. So as I sat in the tub, I was laughing and joking with him, and when I stood up I gave him a full frontal view. He went a funny colour, and thought for a moment he had a heart attack, but he recovered. I stumbled as I got out of the tub, and he caught me. Mum had gone out to the kitchen, but I sensed Dad's eyes upon us. "Careful, Jimmy!" he said "Albert, would you help the lad to his room? I have to give the wife a hand in the kitchen" I don't think I'd ever seen old Uncle Albert move so fast, as he put his arm around me and escorted me, still naked, up the stairs to my little bedroom. All the time, I felt his hand on my bare bum, the fingers caressing my smooth young skin. In my room, I sat on the edge of my bed, with Albert sat next to me, his hand on my knee. "Are you OK Jimmy?" he asked "Can't have a good looking boy like you hurting themselves! Lie on your bed on your back, now, let me check you out" As I laid down, I felt his rough old wrinkled hands suddenly become delicate instruments of excitement as they glided over my torso "Mmmm" he murmured, "such a beautiful body ... " and his hands swept down over my hips, then slowly onto my thighs. My legs opened slowly as his hands moved across towards ... "OK?" he asked "Do you like this?" I nodded. "Yes uncle" I said "Do it some more" and smiled at him. He knew now that I was his, for the duration of the small amount of time we were to have together. And he wasn't about to waste it. He stared at my uncut little willy and its' little balls and took them in his hand. Almost immediately I felt my willy lengthen and stiffen. As it grew, the head remained covered by my extensive foreskin, which he felt between his thumb and forefinger. Then he took my stiffness in his fingers, pointed it up at the ceiling, then pulled the foreskin up and down, alternately exposing and covering the little helmet beneath, as he gave my nob a very exciting wank. I began to breathe heavily as he continued, his other hand fondling my balls, which heightened the excitement. "My lovely boy ..." he said " What a sexy boy you are ... with your big stiff prick ...." I felt juices ... or something ... welling up inside my erection ... and my breathing became heavier and heavier until .... It was what I now know as a "dry cum". At the time it seemed like a disappointment. Just then the door opened and I looked up. "Dad!" I said, totally surprised Dad smiled, and came into the room, closing the door behind him. "It's OK Jimmy" he said, soothingly "Calm down ... its not a problem" It certainly wasn't a problem for Albert, for his hand was still caressing my prick, and his tongue was now licking my nipple. "You like what dirty old Uncle Albert is doing to you?" asked Dad. I just nodded, still in a state of semi-shock. "And did you like what Roy did to you yesterday?" he asked. "I saw him this morning" he added, in part explanation. I nodded again "It was ... good fun" I said "Well, son, there's plenty more fun like this if you want it" said Dad "Lots of men would love to play with a good looking boy like you! Would you like that?" "Oooh yes, Dad!" I said "I'd love that!" "Great" said Dad "Well, listen, if you go round Uncle Albert's house tomorrow afternoon, you can meet some of his friends and have lots of fun! But you mustn't tell Mum about this, OK? This is men's stuff!" "OK Dad!" I said "I won't tell, honest!" "Good boy" said Dad, and he hugged me and patted my bare bum. "But for now, you'd better get dressed" and he kissed me on the lips. On Monday afternoon I went to Uncle Albert's place, a three bedroom detached house, in a nice part of town. I was still wearing my shorts, with nothing underneath, because they made me feel naughty and sexy. Uncle Albert welcomed me and took me into what he called the lounge - we would have called it a living room at home - where four men had gathered. Well, actually, one of them was someone I knew - Roy was there! We hugged and kissed before meeting the others. There was the Reverend Peter Peachly, our local vicar, who I had seen preaching in church. He was in his 60's, an erudite man with spectacles. Tug was a middle aged man, a builder, frighteningly large-built, but with a surprisingly soft voice. The other man was younger, and I recognised him - his name was Den, he was 23, six foot tall, slim, and he played for the local football team. "Well, you're a pretty little thing!" said the vicar "So cute! Just like your father was at your age! And I'm sure you are just as enthusiastic as he was when it comes to doing naughties!" I just giggled, and Roy said "Oh yes Peter, I can vouch for that! Jimmy, go and say hello to the vicar." I went over and stood by the Reverend, and very quickly I felt his hands all over me, mauling me, stroking, feeling, rubbing, and my little willy was already stiff. Meanwhile Big Tug went to Roy and began to undress him. "Well, I know what I want today!" said Tug, as he pulled down Roy's underpants and slapped his bottom "This!" he said "Oh! This should be good!" said the Reverend, "Jimmy, come and sit with me and Den while we watch this" so I sat between the two men. I looked up at Den "You play for United!" I said and he grinned "Yep!" he said "You should join our junior team! I coach them ... you'd enjoy that!" By now, Roy was undressing Tug, who was soon naked and displaying a very hard and very thick weapon! "Good heavens Roy!" said the vicar "Are you sure you can take that? Or shall I pray for divine help?" Everyone laughed. "If anyone can take it, Roy can!" said Den "He's been taking yours for years, you dirty old vicar!" "And yours, Den, from what I hear!" responded the Reverend "Like the rest of the poor little devils in your football team! I sometimes wonder whether they actually get to play any football!" Roy was bent over the table now, and stark naked, while the equally nude Tug was fingering the lad's hole. "I do like a nice tight teen lad's arse" said Tug "And this one feels REAL tight!" "Well, it won't be so tight after THAT monster has been up there!" said Uncle Albert. "You gonna use some cream?" "Guess I'd better" said Tug, picking up a jar of vaseline. He loooked around "Hey, Jimmy! Come here! Get some vaseline on your fingers and grease up my cock, lad!" I jumped up, and was soon smearing the grease all over Tug's big hot thick rod. "Mmmmm" he said "You do it good! Maybe I'll bum you, one day!" The thought worried me, but only briefly, for he was laughing and not serious. I was then instructed to grease up Roy's bum hole, and I enjoyed sticking my greasy fingers inside him. "OK Jimmy" said Den "Come and sit on my lap and watch, now. You ever seen anyone get bummed before?" I shook my head as I sat on his lap. I could feel the shape of his stiffy against my bum as I sat down. Roy bent forward over the table, legs apart. Tug stood behind him, his cock against Roy's hole, and pushed. Nothing happened for a little while, then suddenly the helmet slipped inside. Albert and the Rev went forward to get a closer view, while Den and I watched avidly. Den's hand was down the front of my shorts, fiddling with my nob and balls. Roy let out an "aarrgghh!" as Tug pushed further forward, then pushed again and again. Within a couple of minutes, it was in all the way, Tug's big balls against Roy's bum cheeks, the shaft having completely disappeared into the hole. "Fuckin lovely ..." murmered Tug "You OK, Roy?" "Yeah ... " replied Roy "Just leave it there for a moment ... yeah, let my arse get used to it ... oh, that feels better now" Then Tug began to slowly withdraw, though not completely, then go forward. Soon he was fucking to a slow rhythm. The randy vicar was by now on his knees under the table, and he wasn't praying. He took Roy's prick in his mouth and was giving it a gentle suck. Uncle Albert had his flies open and his weapon sticking out, wanking it. Den stood up and dropped his khaki shorts to the floor, revealing a nice six inch long uncut tool, though not very thick. I was soon sucking it, while keeping one eye on Tug and Roy. Then, as Tug increased the rhythm, Roy was clenching the sides of the table very tight. "You like it rough, Roy?" asked Tug "Mmmm" agreed Roy "Slam it in me hard!" Tug grinned and began to push home his dick quicker and harder. "My lil fuck toyboy ... " I was watching, enthralled, and stopped sucking Den. Then Albert came over and quickly stripped me naked, though I was barely aware of it. Tug was going faster and faster now, grunting loudly as each thrust slammed into Roy's young arse, until he shouted "I'm ... gonna ... CUM!!!! ...." and he pushed forward one last time, then stopped. "Aarrgghh .. yeah ... oh Roy ... that was fuckin great!" Roy was covered in sweat, and was too exhausted to reply, but he had a smile on his face. As Tug withdrew his softening cock, I could see the juice run down Roy's thigh. As Roy and Tug went upstairs to Uncle's "proper" bathroom, I realised that both the vicar and my Uncle were mauling my naked little body. Just then, the door bell rang, and Uncle went to answer it. He returned with his visitor ... Comments invited: randolphtriquento@yahoo.com