Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2021 14:25:42 +0000 From: alan-kelp Subject: Alan's Derrière-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Gay - Adult-Youth: M+/t+, oral, anal - - - - - Alan's Derrière - Part 1 I was in the public toilets, taking a pee, when someone came in and stood right next to me. "I nearly didn't make it," the man said, as he fumbled with his flies. I glanced to my right and politely smiled at the middle-aged man. I then casually looked down and saw his amazing cock. It was uncut and becoming semi-erect in his hand. "It might need a helping hand," he continued, "if it gets any bigger." My own cock began to stiffen as I watched the man slide his hand up and down his rigid stem. Another man entered the toilet block, which stood just outside the park gates, and stood on my left, right next to me. "That looks mighty awesome," he said. "I bet the boy's well impressed with that dick." I looked up at the wafer-thin man and smiled. The two men then began stroking their cocks in unison. I stood in a trance-like state and watched them wank off. "What's your name, son?" asked the wafer-thin man. "Mine's Harry, but my friends call me Spider." "Alan," I replied. "And how old are you, Alan?" asked the man on my right. "12, nearly 13," I replied. "I'm George, by the way," he said, as he ran his free hand down my back. We all smiled in a conspiratorial way, and then went back to stroking our hard-standing cocks. A minute or two later, George and Harry guided me over to the end cubicle. "It'll be more fun inside the cubicle, Alan," George said. "We'll take your uniform off..." "Real slow like," Harry added. "...and play with your best bits." George continued. An alarm bell began ringing in my head as I stepped quickly to my left and headed for the exit. George tried to grab me but failed. The two men then followed me out of the toilet block and into the park. "What's wrong, Alan?" George asked, as he caught up with me on the path. "I thought you were raring to go. Most of the boys from your school are willing to get naked and play with a couple of old codgers like us." "He's just a tease, George," Harry snapped. "C'mon! I've left my van in a parking meter bay, so he's costing me money." "Sorry, George," I said. "I lost my nerve. Danny, my mate, said it would just be cock-play at first. Getting naked in a cubicle could lead onto other things: cock-sucking and arse-fucking." "You should've said something, boy," George said. "Tell you what! Let's get in the back of Harry's van and continue playing with our cocks. What you say?" "Yes, okay," I said. ~ ~ ~ An hour or so later, I left the van with a broad smile on my face. The mattress in the back of the Transit van was comfortable and wide, so it didn't take George long to get me to undress completely and abandon all my previous inhibitions. The two naked men kept me busy from start to finish. I was kissed and fondled throughout my introduction to cock-sucking - I just couldn't get enough of sucking hard-standing cock, especially in a 69-position. The arse-fucking was quite painful at first, but George and Harry did their best, with some Vaseline, to lessen the pain. Flat out on my front, with my legs wide apart, was my favourite position; however, George and Harry preferred me to get on my hands and knees, in a "doggy" position. They liked to hold my hips and fuck my "brains out". I looked quite dishevelled when I left the van. My whole body ached, but still I was glad that George had won me over and persuaded me to suck cock. The next day, after a hot bath, I set off for the toilet block again. The place was empty, so I stood at the urinals and waited for someone to appear. I climaxed twice before I eventually gave up waiting and headed for the parking bays. Harry's white Transit was in the same bay as the day before, and it was moving up and down continuously. I cursed my luck as I stood and stared at the back doors. "Who was George and Harry fucking today?" I thought. "Should I bang on the back doors and disrupt their fun?" "They've been at it for 20-odd minutes," said a boy from my school. "I bet you're well miffed, after they fucked you yesterday." "What are you talking about?" I said, as I gave the boy a caustic look. "No one fucked me yesterday." "Oh yes they did," the boy said. "I saw you limp off, like they all do." I chased the boy for a good five minutes, but he was far too quick for me. I then decided to return to the van. "Did you catch him?" said a grey-haired man in his 60s. "His name is Colin, and he's a real good fuck." I looked at the man in shock. "How many boys from my school have been fucked by these dirty old men?" I thought. "And was this old coot making me an offer?" "My car is over there, boy," he said. "The blue Corsair." I smiled at the man and walked over to his car. "I'm Bill," he said, "and you are?" "Alan," I replied. "Well, Alan. Let's take a ride out to somewhere quiet and remote. You can then show me your cock for five bob." "Okay. That sounds about right," I said, as I opened the car door and got in. ~ ~ ~ As we left the town behind us, Bill turned off the main road and headed down a country lane. He then put his hand on the bulge between my legs. I gulped as he gently toyed with my straining cock. "Get those shorts unbuttoned, Alan," he said. "No one is going to see your cock out here, apart from me and you." I slipped down my shorts and Y-fronts, and dropped them around my ankles. "Good boy. Now, spread your knees and lie back in the seat. I need to check out your naughty bits." The old man squeezed my hard-standing cock and smiled. He then slowed the car down to a walking pace and stroked my uncut cock. I sighed as he played with my hairless ball-sac, which made me moan and groan with pleasure. Then, without any warning, he stopped the car in a lay-by and went to work on my cock with his tongue. "Someone's coming!" I snapped a few minutes later. "Yes, I usually have that affect on horny schoolboys," he said. "No! Someone's coming down the lane on a bicycle." "Okay, don't panic," he said. "I have a pac-a-mac around here somewhere. Drape it over your cock and thighs." The man on the bicycle rang his bell and smiled. He had clearly seen a black pac-a-mac being used in this way before. He gave me a conspiratorial wink as he passed by. "That was close, Bill," I said. "That bloke could have been anyone." "Yes, too close for my liking. Let's head for the woods and get you ready for a proper fuck. Keep that pac-a-mac in place, just in case we bump into anyone else." The small clearing in the woods was ideal for a secret sex-romp. I remained completely naked in the car for a good long while; and as I did, Bill took full advantage of my "sexy" body and "cute" arse-cheeks. He fucked me in the back of the blue Corsair for ages. "That was well worth the trip, Alan," Bill said. "And that arsehole of yours needs seeing-to on a regular basis, so I'm doubling your pocket money to ten bob a go." "That seems fair," I said, as I wiggled my arse in his direction. ~ ~ ~ I was run ragged during the summer holidays. Bill had three boys in his bum-boy stable. Colin and Mark were a year younger than me, but they certainly knew their way around the bum-boy circuit. George and Harry had seven bum-boys in their stable. Most were 13 to 15 years old, and all were fucked on a regular basis at Mr. Pearson's house, during his monthly get-togethers. Henry Pearson was a rich businessman, with a weakness for horny schoolboys in uniform. Elm Grove Grammar School was his old school, so he liked to recruit his bum-boys from there. Bill's three "benders" also appeared at the monthly sex parties, so I knew Henry quite well. "That's it, Alan," Henry said. "Bend over between Colin and Mark, and show me three bare bums pressed tightly together." "That looks so sexy," Bruce said. "Three firm arseholes, all in a row, waiting for a good rogering." Bruce and Henry ran their hands over our six arse-cheeks, squeezing and kneading them as they made their choice. "The middle arse looks ripe for rogering," Bruce said to Henry. "No. I tell a lie. The one on the left is my pick. The arse-crack looks so desirable." "Yes, Colin's arse is well worth a poke," Henry said, "but Alan's arse is still my favourite." "Alan's arse?" "The arse in the middle," Henry said. "The one you picked first." "Shit!" Bruce snapped. "All three look gorgeous. Let's start again." "No. You fuck Colin's arsehole," Henry said. "I'll take care of Alan's derrière, and Howard can look after Mark." All three boys have taken their Tizer mix, so they're well horny." Henry was right. The aphrodisiac in my glass of Tizer had made me ultra-horny. I so wanted to be fucked by all the men at the party. "C'mon, mister!" Colin snapped. "Mount me like a bitch, and flood my boy-cunt with spunk." "Take it easy, Colin," Henry chide. "You don't want me to spank your arse and ban you, do you?" "He's just horny, Henry," Howard said. "Just look at that little stiffy between his legs." "You can all spank me if you want to," Colin said. "I don't care." Bruce grabbed the boy and fucked him like a crazy person. He then tightened his hold on Colin's hips and slowly straighten up, lifting the boy off the floor. Colin hung there as he was air-fucked in mid-air for a good ten minutes. "That was fuckin' amazing," Mark said in awe. "Can I be fucked like that?" "Not by me," Howard said, as he poked the boy's arsehole. "I'm too old for all that backbreaking nonsense." Bruce, who was six-feet tall and built like a rugby player, took hold of Mark's rigid stem and squeezed. "I'll fuck you like that next time," he said. "In fact, I'll fuck all three of you naked nippers, if you want me to." My eyes lit up as I looked at the muscular man and smiled. I then felt Henry's cock enter my arsehole and take charge of my horny body. He certainly knew how to fuck my brains out, and leave me wanting more.