Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2021 16:02:24 +0000 From: alan-kelp Subject: Alan's Derriere-2 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 Derriere - Part 2 My arsehole was still sore from the Saturday afternoon sex party. Henry had sent me home in a taxi, with strict instructions to take a hot bath as soon as possible. Luckily, no one was home when I stumbled up the stairs and into the bathroom. The Tizer mix was still flowing through my system, so I stripped off and winced when the hot water hit my sore arse and red-raw cock. I lay in the bath and carefully washed my battered bits. The drug was now acting like a painkiller, so I was well pleased. I tried, several times, to work out how many men had fucked me that afternoon; unfortunately, I never got past six. Everyone at the party had made a fuss of me as they filled my "tunnel of love" with hard-standing cock. I shuddered with excitement as images of hard-standing cock filled my head. Bill had stuffed my pockets with ten shilling notes, so a quick count up would tell me how many men had actually taken the plunge. He also told me to meet him at the park the next day. Bill and I arrived at Lester's house around noon. The man was very pleased to meet me, and reached down to squeeze my cock as we shook hands on the doorstep. He was a man in his late fifties, with white hair and a weather-worn face. "Welcome to my humble abode, Alan," he said, as he took our coats. "Have you ever thought about joining the Scouts? You'd look great in and out of Scout uniform." "No, sir," I said. "But maybe I should give it a try." "So polite, Bill," Lester said. "The boy is so polite. Now, let me introduce him to our tea-party guests." The four naked guests were gathered in the living-room. They were all between thirty and fifty years old, and they were all very pleased to see me, judging by their fully-erect cocks. "This is young Alan," Lester said. "He will be joining us soon; once he visits the bathroom with Bill to get ready for some tea and cake." "He's a pretty little thing," Reverend Shore said. "Yes, Bill. You've struck gold again," Alastair said. "I'd love to spend the night under canvas with young Alan." "And so would I," Eric said. "How's his rear end, Bill?" "Tip-top," Bill replied. "He bent over yesterday afternoon, and took a lot of cock." "Excellent," Nigel said. "And what about beverages, does he prefer tea over coffee, or does he like them both?" "Tea, yes," Bill said. "He sucks cock like a natural. We can try him out on some rimming today, and see if he likes the taste of coffee." After my visit to the bathroom with Bill, Lester took lots of photographs of me sucking cock. My jaws really ached by the time the third roll of film was changed out. I was then invited to rim Reverend Shore, as he bent over the large sofa. The man had a bony arse and a tight anus, but I didn't really like the practice. However, Reverend Shore went crazy for my tongue; and for a man of the cloth, he could really blaspheme. "Right," Lester said. "It's just tea and cake for young Alan. So, let's give him some creamy cake." "He's real tight down here," Lester said, "so don't go in too hard. We don't want to scare him off." I bent over the table, which was made of oak, and spread my legs. Bill greased up my anus with Vaseline, before handing me over to Eric. "I do like a tight arse," he said, as his thin cock entered my arsehole. "And this one feels nice and tight." I was sweating like a pig when another roll of film was changed out. Eric took me for a really long ride, and even bumped the heavy wooden table over a few inches as he fucked me like a crazy man. "Aarrgghh! .... Fuck yeah! .... What a hole!" Eric bellowed. "The boy's magic. Fuckin' magic." My hips were just as sore as my hole by the time the last man, Reverend Shore, withdrew his awesome cock from my inner sanctum. I was then replaced by another boy, who had arrived with Mark during Nigel's short fuck. As Mark and the boy went to work on a five-cock clean up, I went upstairs with Reverend Shore to get cleaned up. I sat in the bath and listened to the man drone on about washing all my sins away, which all seemed to be around my naughty bits. He kept quoting scripture as he washed my cock, ball-sac and arsehole a dozen times. Apparently, I was a lost soul, which sounded like "arsehole" when he said it. He said the Altar candles could be used to bring me back from the brink. They had been used successfully on choirboys in the past, so I should bend over and try them out. ~ ~ ~ Gavin was Reverend Shore's favourite choirboy, and the twelve-year-old blond was already at the vicarage when I arrived at noon. "I'm so glad you could make it, Alan," said the clergyman. "I'm looking after Gavin for a few days, while his parents are away on holiday. I do believe they indulge in wife-swapping, but keep that information to yourself." I had no idea what the man was talking about, so I didn't have a problem in keeping the information to myself. "Now, I'm going to sit in that armchair," he continued, "while you and Gavin get to know each other better. Act as if I'm not here. Is that clear?" "Yes, Vic," I replied. Reverend Shore's Christian name was Victor, so Bill's friends called him "Vic the vicar", which he didn't mind. However, he didn't like the bum-boys using the nickname in any shape or form, because they had modified it to "Vic the dicker". Of course, boys being boys, they ignored his reprimands and used it all the more. Gavin showed me his collection of cars, which were all Matchbox models. He then suggested we wrestle, because he was in the amateur wrestling team at school. Fighting and competing were definite no-nos for me, but I agreed out of politeness. We wrestled on the living-room floor until we were both hot and sweaty. "Let's do it like the Greeks did it, in ancient Greece," he suggested. "How did they do it, then?" I asked. "Wearing nothing at all," he said. "In the nude." "That sounds a bit odd," I said, "but why not. Let's give it a go." We took all our clothes off and began wrestling again. We were evenly matched, so the wrestling got pretty heated. We tumbled about in unison, and pinned each other down several times. Gavin was very good at getting out of a pin-down. I was less skilful, so he sat on my chest, with his knees on my shoulders, many times. In this position, his cock and ball-sac were right in my face. I thought it was a very sexy thing to have a cock so close to my face, especially a little stiff one. The next time I was on top of him, I pinned him down in the same way. He retaliated by sucking my cock into his mouth. The wrestling match suddenly ended at that point - Gavin and I had found a new game to pursue. He sucked my cock until I climaxed. Gavin quickly asked me to reciprocate, and I eagerly complied - I just couldn't refuse the boy with the rock-hard cock. He lay on his back, so I could get down, between his outstretched legs. Gavin's uncut cock felt so good in my mouth. I was so glad that we had found another game to play. I licked his cock and ran my tongue over his wet cock-head. I then sucked his stem into my mouth, and worked on its length until I was rewarded with a few drops of precum. We remained naked as we played with each other until two o'clock. Then, after a break for tea, Gavin suggested something new. "Why don't we fuck like the grown-ups do?" he said. "Good idea," I replied, as Vic leaned forward in his chair to get a better look. Gavin told me to kneel down and bend over the coffee table. He then got behind me and played with my cock and ball-sac, as he licked my arse-crack and blew warm air at my puckered anus. A jar of Vaseline then appeared on the table beside me. "The Vaseline will help," he said, as he greased up his cock and my arsehole. He eased my arse-cheeks apart and pressed his hard-standing cock against my anus. I shuddered when his stem entered my arsehole, and then pushed in deeper. It didn't hurt, because I was used to larger cocks, but he did fucked me like a sex-mad rabbit. And when it was all over, he pulled out and slapped my arse. Some fifteen minutes later, Gavin was on his knees and bending over the coffee table. I spread his arse-cheeks apart and greased up his puckered hole with Vaseline. I then pushed my Vaseline-coated cock into his arsehole. "Nice one," he said. "That feels great." I couldn't believe how good it felt, or how tight his arse-lips felt around my stem. I fucked him until I squirted my spunk into his hole. And after that, we had a bath and spent the rest of the afternoon sucking Vic's cock. "Did you have a good time?" Vic asked, as I left the vicarage. "Yes! Gavin's great," I said. "That's good," he said. "Now you cut along and I'll see you back here tomorrow, at noon. ~ ~ ~ When I arrived at the vicarage the next day, Vic led me upstairs and into his bedroom. He then began to undress as I looked at Gavin in total amazement. The boy was completely naked and tied to a chair with an impressive array of ropes. He was gagged with loops of rope, and bound to the chair with a dozen or more ropes. "C'mon, Alan," Vic said. "Get those clothes off. Let's see you bare-arsed and raw. Quick now!" Vic's flaccid cock was impressively long, with a foreskin that went beyond the end of his knob by a good inch. The man's cock looked like a large, pink earthworm. And his hairless ball-sac was truly massive. The minute I was naked, I got into the king-size bed. Vic quickly flung the covers over me and pulled me close. I then felt his growing cock poking me in the crotch. I was truly overwhelmed when he kissed me on the lips, and then stuck his tongue into my mouth. A minute or so later, he disappeared under the covers and began sucking my cock, until it produced a few drops of precum. It tickled when his tongue licked the tip of my cock-head clean. He then reappeared and forced me under the covers. I was guided down and put to work, with his hand on the back of my head. Needless to say, my lips were soon in contact with his rubbery foreskin. In the gloom, I watched as he pulled the foreskin back to expose his shiny cock-head. My tongue licked his piss-slit; and then, a few seconds later, the man was face-fucking me. "Suck my cock, Alan," he purred. "Make me fill up your mouth with spunk." I bobbed my head up and down until he suddenly climaxed. He then placed his hand on the back of my head again and forced my nose against his pubic bone. I gagged as I desperately tried to swallow his seed. While we lay side by side later, he placed my hand on his cock and took hold of mine. We stroked each other until we both had erections again. "I want to fuck you, son," he said. "Are you okay with that?" "Yes," I replied. "But what about Gavin, shouldn't we untie him now?" "No," he said. "Gavin likes to be tied up like that. And he likes to watch sinners being fucked by me. So let's get to it." He pulled me to the centre of the bed, on my back, and knelt between my legs. "Lift your legs up, son," he ordered, "and keep 'em spread apart. Hold 'em in place with your hands, if need be, but keep 'em up and apart." He reached for a jar of Vaseline and greased up my arsehole. He then pulled back his foreskin and greased up his cock with plenty of the lubricant. After he tossed the jar aside, he took hold of my ankles and rested my heels against his shoulders, before penetrating my arsehole. Just like Gavin, Vic fucked me like a sex-mad rabbit. And when it was all over, I moaned with pleasure as he filled me up with spunk. "What did it feel like, son?" he asked. "It felt real tight at this end." "It felt great!" I said, as I sighed. "And it still does."