Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2013 07:24:42 -0500 (EST) From: insilva92@aol.com Subject: Baptism in Bournemouth 1 BAPTISM IN BOURNEMOUTH. Part one. The following story is a homosexual fantasy of a sexual encounter between a teenage boy and some older guys. If it is illegal for you to read such material please leave now; if not I hope it brings you pleasure. Because it is a fantasy the sex in it may not be safe, but I would advise you to have safe sex in real life. The story is set in July in the late 1960s. Please remember that nifty is a free site and relies on donations to continue to provide its excellent service. Mom, Dad, me, and my 10 year old Sister went on summer holiday to Bournemouth as usual, the Boscombe end. We always stayed at my Dad's widowed aunt's 5 bedroomed house which was about a 10 minute walk from the beach. We'd been going there every summer holiday since my Sister was one. Oh, I'm Timmy and this happened when I was just 15. I usually enjoyed my summer holidays in Bournemouth; and me, Mom and my sister stayed for a month, Dad had a fortnight then he had to go back to work. When we arrived late Friday evening my Aunt told me that the family next door had moved to London a month ago. I was gutted; they had twin boys, Peter and Paul, almost 3 years older than me, and every holiday we used to pal up; they didn't seem to care about my being much younger than them, we were firm friends from the first holiday. We used to swim a lot and horse around in the sea and we'd wrestle too on the beach, but usually in the park. As we got older the twins seemed to like the physical contact and instigated more of it; I know I enjoyed it to. Sexually I'd never done anything with anyone at school apart from the usual "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" stuff and one circle jerk after I shot my first load and had to prove to my schoolmates that I could. It was a sort of school tradition and I found it terribly embarrassing while being proud that I could now cum. But at home I wanked off whenever I could; and I always seemed to imagine that the twins, sportsmen (usually young footballers), or our Gym Master, who was a hunky 35 year old, were wanking my cock for me. I didn't know if that made me a Homo or what, but it didn't worry me that I fantasised about males. Obviously I'd never done anything out of school either; but I would have done things with the twins if they'd offered. Last year there seemed to be a lot more physical contact than ever before with the twins; and I kept throwing a boner whenever one of them would "accidentally" brush their hands over my cock. The twins didn't comment on it, but I noticed that they got boners too when I "accidentally" touched either of their cocks. Then at the end of the holiday while we were waiting for my Dad to come and take us back home to Birmingham the twins took me aside and Peter told me that they'd noticed my boners; and then he asked me if I wanked off yet. I went bright red but stammered out that I did. Then Paul asked me if I could shoot any boycum yet; well, I went purple this time, but I told them I'd shot my first load 6 weeks ago just before my 14th Birthday. (Boys seemed to mature later in those days.) They both said good and told me that next summer they'd show me lots of sex things to do. I threw a boner there and then! I couldn't ask them any more because Dad arrived to take us home. So you can imagine how frustrated I was to find out that they weren't there anymore; and when I went to bed I didn't even fancy a wank. Saturday morning arrived and over breakfast my Parents and Sister decided to go to Salisbury for the day sightseeing, and in the afternoon to a concert in the Cathedral. I was still sulking over the twins and declined saying I'd have a day at the beach, the weather forecast had promised sunshine all day. My Aunt made me sarnies and told me that dinner wouldn't be until 7p.m. because my Parents wouldn't be back until after 6p.m. My Aunt wasn't going to the concert, she'd been the week before, and so I knew I could go back to the house at anytime. She told me she expected me to be back home for 6p.m. at the latest. I headed off for the beach at about 10 a.m. I was wearing white tennis pumps (this was before the ubiquitous trainers), a pair of baggy beach-shorts with my usual swimming trunks underneath; and I was carrying a T-shirt, my towel, about a pound in change, my Aunt's sandwiches, a book and a bottle of pop in a small satchel. At the beach I found myself a nice spot, lay out my towel, stepped out of my shorts and settled down to sunbathe. Oh, I'd better describe myself as I was then: I was 5ft 6ins tall, gangly and thinnish with floppy brown hair and green eyes. I had no body hair apart from a little in my armpits and a few pubic hairs above my cock of which I was inordinately proud. I also had the faintest traces of a moustache across my upper-lip. My ballbag was tightish, smooth and hairless and my balls were quite large. My thin, uncut cock was just about 5 inches long when stiff and stood up straight parallel with my body; my pale cockshaft was smooth with flat blue veins under the surface. My foreskin was short and loose and peeled back to lodge behind my corona when I had a stiffy revealing my bright-red, slightly bulbous knob. When my cock was hard I produced loads of precum. My bum was big, firm and round, it seemed out of proportion with the rest of my body; but my Parents assured me that my body would change during puberty. My nipples were prominent and bigger than most of the other boys in my class at school, they were dark brown and although my skin was very pale I tanned easily. Because I wore swimming trunks like tight boxer-shorts my big bum, groin, cock, and tops of my thighs were lily-white. Before midday I'd eaten all my sarnies, finished my book and drunk my pop and I was really bored so I decided to walk into Bournemouth to see what was on at the cinema. I put my T-shirt and shorts on and then decided I'd better have a piss first; there weren't anymore toilets until you got into Bournemouth city centre. The nearest toilet was set back off the road to the beach and almost hidden by trees; there was a copse behind it and at the sides. I didn't usually use it, it was secluded and un-inviting. I pushed the outer door open, it squeaked, and went in, it smelled strongly of stale piss and there was a coppery tang in the air as well. There was a metal six-stand urinal without dividers against one wall and four hand basins opposite, and at the end at right angles to the urinal and hand basins were three toilet cubicles; the middle one was occupied and I could see that the other two were empty because their doors were wide open. There was a padlocked door next to the cubicles. After dropping my bag in one of the basins, a clean one, I went to the last urinal by the cubicles, pushed my shorts down a bit, then my trunks, which I tucked under my balls, and then I fished out my cock and started to piss. I'd almost finished pissing when I heard the door squeak open and someone walked in and came and stood at the urinal, to my left and right next to me, which I thought was unusual because there was loads of room further up the urinal. I risked a glance; it was an Adonis, a blond haired, blue eyed, handsome Adonis dressed only in a pair of flip-flops and skimpy white Speedos which he quickly pushed down until they dropped to his ankles! I think my mouth dropped open and I almost stopped breathing. I'd already noticed him earlier on the beach; he'd walked past me a couple of times and smiled at me, which had made my cock twitch. The Adonis had a swimmer's build, a firm, dimpled arse, and a smooth hairless body which was tanned the same golden-brown colour all over. I gulped and my pulse started to race. I gulped again when he took hold of his uncut cock (which was bigger soft than my cock was when hard) in his left hand and began to toss it. I noticed that his balls were big and his loose ballbag was totally hairless and he had no pubes either. I couldn't help myself, I was blatantly staring at his cock as it started to lengthen and thicken and, startled, I jumped when he spoke. "Do you like what you see then kid?" I went bright red and my pulse quickened even more as, dry-mouthed, I stammered out my reply. "I ... er ... er ...um ..." "Relax kid, I know you do, look you've got a hard-on of your own! And I must say that you've got a lovely little boycock too, I like boycocks, I like them lots." I glanced down, and although I had finished pissing I was still holding my cock. It was rock-hard, almost touching my body, with a thin string of precum already running down my cock-shaft over my hand and my balls and dripping towards the floor. I'd never seen a man's hard cock before but I knew instantly that I liked what I saw. Nor had a man spoken to me in a public toilet before let alone about anything sexual; my heart was pounding and I trembled slightly, whether in fear or excitement I didn't know; but I knew something monumental was happening. The Adonis turned to face me and held out his hand, I gulped and shook it, his handshake was warm and firm and it sent tingles through my body. Then he let go and spoke in a kind voice. "Hello young man, I'm Danny, I'm 24. What's your name and how old are you?" He looked at me inquiringly, his head to one side. I didn't really know what was going on, but I sensed that it was going to be good; I hoped it was going to be something to do with sex. I didn't know why he'd mentioned our ages, but I gulped again then answered. "Er ... I'm ... er Timmy, er ... I'm just fif ... fifteen." "Ever done anything like this before Timmy?" "Er ... um ... no." His face lit up as I almost whispered my reply, then he sort of leered. "Would you like to mess about with me Timmy?" I knew instantly what he meant, sex! And I frantically nodded my head; my pulse was racing, my mouth had gone bone-dry and I was too scared to speak. "Good boy; I'll tell you what Timmy, to begin with you feel my cock and I'll feel yours." I was totally mesmerised by Danny, blood was pounding through my body, my heart was hammering, and I was caught like the proverbial deer in a car's headlights. I knew I should leave the toilet, that I shouldn't be doing it; but I turned towards him and on sort of auto-pilot I stretched out my hand towards his now very hard cock; it would be the first cock other than my own I'd ever felt. It was uncut, 8 inches long and, as I found out later, averagely thick but it looked huge to me. However Danny took hold of my cock first and I shuddered at his touch, it felt soooo good as he fondled and squeezed my rigid cock; and more precum oozed from my cock-slit descending in a thin string towards the floor. Then my hand closed around his cock-shaft, Danny's cock felt wonderful as it throbbed in my hand, it was warm, hard, smooth, and silky; and when I automatically pulled his loose foreskin back I saw he had a flared, light-purple knob. I tentatively squeezed Danny's cock and a large pearl of precum appeared from his cock-slit. I heard a noise behind me and I nearly fainted when I felt a big, meaty hand on my shoulder and I quickly let go of Danny's cock and withdrew my hand. I thought we'd been caught, that it was a policeman or something, but Danny quickly reassured me. "Don't worry Timmy it's only my mate Roger, he was in the cubicle watching, show him your cock, he likes boycocks too." Still mesmerised, and trembling slightly, I turned around. Roger looked a bit like my Gym master; I found out later that he was 42. He was dressed in a white singlet (wife-beater) tucked into a pair of baggy, khaki shorts and open leather sandals. He was 5 ft 9 inches tall with a fit, hard, hairy body, arms and legs. He had brown hair cut short and brown eyes. He was ruggedly good-looking and his eyes twinkled when he stopped looking at my cock, lifted his head, and smiled at me, and I relaxed slightly. "Well Timmy you really have got a lovely boycock, now what's the rest of your body like? Ready Danny?" And before I knew what was happening they'd stripped me, pulling my T-shirt off, pushing my shorts and trunks to the floor where I automatically kicked them off and I was standing naked before them apart from my pumps. I began to tremble even more, my cheeks burned, and beads of sweat broke out all over my body. Danny gently took my head in his hands, turned it up and looked deep into my eyes. "Stop worrying Timmy we're only going to make you feel good, you'd like that wouldn't you. I nodded my head tentatively. "Good, ever had your cock sucked Timmy? I think my jaw dropped open again as I shook my head. I'd overheard older boys at school talking about it, saying how good it felt, but I couldn't imagine what it felt like. My face, neck and shoulders had turned so red they felt as if they were on fire. Danny turned me around so that I was facing Roger. "Roger, show Timmy what he's been missing." Roger dropped to his knees in front of me and put one of his big meaty hands on my bony hip. "Put your hands on Roger's shoulders for balance Timmy." I did as Danny said and I jumped slightly when Danny immediately moved behind me and started to fondle my buttocks and gasped. "Jesus Roger, the kid's got an arse to die for!" I was slightly shocked but more than a little pleased by Danny's words; nobody had ever told me that I'd got a nice bum. And then Roger tightened his grip, he pulled my cock down, leant in, and his warm, moist mouth engulfed my rigid little cock! Then as he fondled and pulled on my balls he started to suck. IT FELT INCREDIBLE! Everything else left my head, I was totally focused on the sensations Roger's mouth and tongue were causing; I hardly even noticed that Danny was running a finger up and down my sweaty arse-crack. Within seconds I gripped Roger's shoulders even harder and my body tensed, then the breath left my body as my cock started spewing jet after jet of watery boycum into Roger's mouth; it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. When it was all over I sagged back into Danny's body fighting for breath, and I could feel Danny's hard cock pulsing against my back and his finger was still in my sweaty arse-crack pressed against my pucker; it felt weird but sexy somehow. As I struggled to get my breath back Roger stood up and he and Danny snogged, I could see that they had their mouths open. I was a bit surprised; I didn't know men kissed each other like that. My cock was still very stiff and my foreskin had peeled right back behind my knob and postcum and precum were oozing from my cock-slit. When I got my breath back they stopped snogging and Roger spoke. "Well Timmy your boycum tastes delicious." Danny chimed in. "It certainly does Timmy; I'll bet you'd like me to suck you off too wouldn't you?" Then it dawned on me, they'd swapped my boycum as they kissed and then both swallowed it. Somehow it didn't gross me out; everything that was happening seemed so very natural. I knew that what had happened was probably wrong and illegal, but so what, it had felt so right, so good to me. When I replied my voice kept squeaking. "Er ... yes ... please." "Good boy Timmy, but not here, it's not that safe, luckily another friend of ours, Winston, is on guard outside, you'll meet him in a bit." Danny removed his finger; I sort of missed it, and turned to Roger. "When Timmy's dressed open the back door for us and I'll take Timmy through the copse to the car park, you can bring his bag." Danny turned back to me. "What time do you have to be back home Timmy?" "Er, my Aunt's expecting me at 6 at the latest." "That's good, plenty of time to make you cum a few more times!" I blushed. Somehow I wasn't worried about my bag, I trusted the two men completely. And I wasn't the least bit concerned that I was going to be alone somewhere with three men, all I wanted was to have my cock sucked off again and again until I couldn't shoot any more boycum. Danny turned back to me. "Put your shorts and T-shirt back on Timmy, but put your swimming trunks in your bag." As I dressed Roger went and opened the padlock on the door. I finished dressing and both men looked me up and down and whistled their approval; my rigid cock was making an obscene bulge in my shorts and the remains of my cum had begun to make a big wet stain, I blushed. Danny, now wearing his Speedos, offered me his hand, I took it, and he led me out the door; Roger fondled my bum as we passed him and I sort of giggled. As Danny led me through the copse he explained that Roger was a Councillor and head of the Maintenance Department so he had a master-key to all the Council padlocks. When we got to the fence around the car-park Danny pushed two planks aside and led me through. We came out in the far corner of the car-park behind a backed up green van with the back doors open. Inside there were some drawers against the driver's enclosed cabin with a cool-bag on them and a large mattress on the floor. Danny climbed in and helped me up and told me to sit on the mattress by the drawers, I did. Danny closed the doors then went and banged on the driver's cabin and a couple of minutes later the van drove off. Danny opened the cool-bag and took a couple of bottles of Coke out. He came and sat behind me and splayed his legs before pulling me back into his body. I could feel Danny's hard cock and his balls pressing into my back as I leant back against him. I didn't say anything when Danny removed my T-shirt; I even held my arms in the air to make it easier for him. He handed me one of the Cokes and we both had a drink, I needed it, I was really thirsty. We started chatting and I told him about being on holiday with my parents for the next month, where they were today, what time I had to be home; and of course about the twins. When I finished telling Danny about the twins he asked me if I meant Peter and Paul. I was amazed and nodded that I did. Danny informed me that he, Roger and Winston also knew the twins from the Venture Scout Troop 96 they ran, and they'd seen me with the twins for the last 3 summer holidays. Danny added that they, and the other boys in the Troop, were all also sorry to see the twins leave, they were both very popular. Danny told me that he owned a business in Germany and the twins were working for him there. Danny continued that he and Winston had seen me on the beach earlier and noticed that I was alone and looking bored. When I headed for the toilet they'd decided to approach me; luckily Roger was already in there. If I enjoyed myself today Danny said that I could join the Scout Troop for the duration of my holidays. That excited me. As I absorbed the information I wondered if the twins had done stuff with the men, sex stuff I meant, and somehow I guessed that they had and that all the boys in the Scout Troop did too. I decided to ask Danny later. I felt very comfortable in Danny's presence, of course he was good looking and he had a lovely cock but he had a really nice nature too. And he talked to me as if I were an adult, I liked that. Then Danny warned me that I mustn't tell anyone about what had happened already and what was going to happen later. Indignantly I told him that I wasn't stupid, I'd realised that already; it was our secret. "Good boy Timmy, er do you smoke?" I giggled. "I have the occasional fag during breaks with my school mates behind the bike shed. And weekends if we meet up I have more." "Have you ever smoked any dope, you know, pot, a joint?" "Er, no, but I've heard about it. What does it do?" "It really relaxes you, it makes you feel good. Umm, would you like to try some?" ("Why not?" I thought to myself, "another taboo broken.") "Er, yes please." "Good boy, I've got a pre-rolled joint in a drawer." Danny leaned back and took a funny looking fat cigarette out of a drawer along with an ashtray and a lighter, which he placed on the mattress. He lit the cigarette, er joint, and I watched intently as he took a slow, deep drag, Danny held the smoke in his mouth and then exhaled slowly. He held the joint out to me. I took it and tried to copy him but I coughed and spluttered. Danny rubbed my back. "Don't take in quite so much next time." I tried again and this time I was more successful, managing to hold the smoke in my mouth for a couple of seconds before exhaling it. I handed the joint back and Danny had another blast before handing it back to me. We traded the joint twice more, then when Danny handed it me back the next time he said: "You finish that one Timmy; I'll have one back at the house." As I smoked Danny massaged my shoulders and occasionally ran his strong hands over my nipples, they soon hardened. I didn't mind, I liked to feel his hands on my body. By the time I'd finished the joint I felt really relaxed and I was very light-headed and giggly. Danny picked up the ashtray and lighter and put them away. Then he tilted my head back and kissed me on my brow. "I'm going to strip you off now Timmy; I want to admire and enjoy your sexy young body." Emboldened by the joint I giggled then said: "Are you going to strip off too?" "Of course, once I've got you naked." My cock was almost stuck to my shorts by postcum and precum and Danny had to peel them away carefully; but within seconds we were both naked. Danny pulled me onto his lap facing him and started to kiss me and fondle my body, concentrating on my buttocks. It seemed so right to kiss him and soon our tongues were duelling, it was the first time I'd kissed anyone sexually and I trembled with pleasure. I could feel Danny's hard cock pressing against my buttocks and I wriggled about when Danny pulled them apart until his throbbing cock lodged between my arse-cheeks; that felt so nice. Danny eventually broke the kiss by holding my head and pushing it back, and then he looked deep into my eyes. "Would you like to taste my cock Timmy?" I didn't hesitate, I knew what we were doing was wrong in most people's eyes but I didn't care, I was falling in love with him; when I answered my voice was a squeaky whisper. "Oh yes please Danny." "I bet it will be the first cock you've ever sucked won't it Timmy?" I nodded my head vigorously, too excited to speak. I wondered if I'd get to taste Danny's spunk and what it would be like; I'd been eating my own boycum for the last 6 months and I really liked the taste. Danny lifted me off his lap and lay back on the mattress supporting himself on his elbows so he could watch. On my knees I moved to his middle and took hold of his throbbing cock. "Pull my foreskin back and lick my knob." Danny's voice was deep and husky and it sounded a bit like an order, I didn't care, Danny could order me to do anything. I pulled his foreskin back and saw a large pearl of precum appear from his cock-slit. "Lick my precum off then lick and suck my knob, but watch your teeth." I bent my head and licked up the precum, like my own there was only a hint of flavour, and then I ran my tongue all over his knob. Finally I opened my mouth wide and took his flared knob into my mouth and started to suck. Danny's knob tasted wonderful, slightly tangy, and, I dunno, fishy and musky. I knew in an instant that I'd been born to suck cock, to have sex with men. Danny had to warn me about my teeth a second time, but he was soon groaning and moaning softly; his hands were on my head and he was ruffling my hair. But I'd only had his knob in my mouth for about 2 minutes when the van stopped. Danny gave a wry chuckle as he gently lifted my head off his knob. I was so disappointed, and it must have shown on my face. "Don't look so sad Timmy, you'll only have to wait a bit longer to suck my cock again; we're home!" Danny opened the van doors and then scooped me up telling me to put my arms around his neck which I did. I suddenly realised that we'd been driving for quite a while and must be deep in the country. When Danny stepped from the van I heard Roger call out. "Where to Danny, the Cellar?" "I don't think so Roger. I'm not just treating Timmy as trade; I believe Timmy's going to train up to be one of our Special Boys. So I think we'd better start in the Nursery." I didn't really understand what Danny was talking about but I liked the idea of being a Special Boy. Still carrying me Danny got me to bang the van's doors shut, on the back, in large black letters, was sign-written PARKS DEPT. Then we left the large garage and went into a small hallway; I could feel Danny's hard cock slapping against my buttocks as he walked. I could see a large kitchen through an open doorway on the left but Danny carried me up a door-less stairway on the right. At the top of the stairway was a small landing which led directly into a huge windowless room, but there were closed doors either side of the landing. Danny put me down after explaining that this was their photographic studio where they photographed Special Boys and then he moved away and I looked around. On the left in the far corner was a huge, black-rubber sheeted king-size bed with loads of cupboards and shelves around it. There were a lot of large cuddly toy animals on the shelves and scattered on the bed's pillows which were also black. The two right-angled walls had a continuous mirror about 3 feet deep running around the bed. The wall opposite the bed (not the right-angled ones) had a long desk with the biggest T.V. I'd ever seen and a load of other electrical equipment on it facing the bed. I noticed tracks running all over the ceiling and Danny explained that they attached curtains, well, backdrops he called them, to the tracks so that they could create lots of different backgrounds, like outdoors, or a camp site, or a classroom, or a surgery, (I wondered about that one but didn't say anything), or a bus, or a public toilet say to take different photos. When I mentioned that there were no top sheets on the bed Danny explained that the whole house was kept at a constant 20 degrees C. so sheets weren't needed. On the right was a funny shaped piece of padded furniture like a carpenter's saw-horse with straps hanging from the tops of all 4 legs, beyond which stood a very large wooden X-shaped cross; weird I thought to myself. Beyond the cross I noticed several camera tripods and what looked like satellite dishes (I later found out they were powerful photography lights). There was a door with the legend STOREROOM above it, and there were also several large different coloured bean bags scattered around the room. But I didn't take in too much more detail because into the room came Roger and a young Jamaican guy, and my eyes fastened on them as they came and stood in front of me next to Danny. All three were totally naked and they started fondling each others' bodies and stiff cocks. I'll describe all three of them; I can still see them now, 15 years on, like it was yesterday: As I said Danny was 24 with a swimmers build, his whole body was shaved as were his balls and pubes. Danny was 6feet tall with cropped blond hair and blue eyes and an all-over golden tan; an Adonis. His stiff smooth cock was 8 inches long and averagely thick with a loose foreskin and a flared light-purple knob. Danny's cock stood out at 30 degrees from his body, and he had big balls in a loose, shaved ballbag. Roger was 32, he was 5feet 9 inches tall with a hard, hairy body, but his ballbag and pubes were shaved apart from a small, brown, cropped rectangle above the base of his cock. He had brown hair cut short and brown eyes. His very veiny, cut cock was 7 inches long and thicker than Danny's with a red torpedo shaped knob; his balls were even bigger than Danny's and his ballbag was wrinkled and tight. His hard cock jutted out almost at right angles to his body. Winston was a handsome 28 year old Jamaican, the first naked black man I'd seen, I instantly found him very sexy and attractive. He was 5feet 11inches tall with a gym-honed body. Like Danny his body was shaved, and his hair was cropped short. His uncut shiny black cock was 9 inches long, it looked huge, it was slightly thicker than Roger's; his deep-purple, mushroom shaped knob was slightly thicker than his veiny cock-shaft which curved slightly back into his body. Winston's hard cock jutted out from his body at the same angle as Danny's. I think I licked my lips as I stared at the three sexy men who were smiling sexily at me. I glanced down, my cock was rigid, my foreskin had peeled back and precum oozed from my cock-slit. Winston turned and went and fetched a table from by the bed, I hadn't noticed it before, and he placed it in front of me. It was about 2 foot square and quite tall, Winston held out his hand. "Climb up on the table Timmy." I took his hand and eventually stood up straight on the table. My groin and big bum were now roughly level with their faces. "I promised to suck you off didn't I Timmy?" "Er ... yes Danny." The three of them formed a tight circle around my trembling young body. At their bidding I put a hand on Roger's and Winston's shoulders. Danny started to play with my balls and the other two started fondling my body, Roger seemed to concentrate on my big bum. I gasped as Danny's mouth engulfed my cock. I lasted a little longer this time, about 3 minutes, and by the time I was ready to shoot my load into Danny's mouth Roger was running his fingers up and down my sweaty arse-crack and Winston was playing with my prominent nipples which had stiffened at his touch. As I groaned loudly when I started another intense orgasm and began to fill Danny's mouth with my watery boycum, Roger pressed a long, thick finger hard against my pucker. That was when I realised that they probably wanted to bum me too, which filled me with a mixture of fear and anticipation! For the last few months one of the older boys at school had been bragging about being bummed by his Biker Uncle and his Uncle's three Biker mates every weekend; and he said it felt really good and made him have massive cums. Nobody teased him about it though; he was a big, tough boy. When I'd finished cumming Danny turned to Winston and they kissed, I just knew they were swapping my boycum. Roger lifted my limp body off the table and cupped his hands under my bum. He held me tight against his hairy body and told me to put my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his body, which I did, and then we snogged. Roger kissed me harder and more forcefully than Danny, but I didn't care, I liked the feel of his stubble rubbing my cheeks. My cock, which had softened a little, stiffened again as it moved against Roger's hairy body. When Danny and Winston stopped snogging Roger broke our kiss and stood me on the floor; it was then I realised that the floor was carpeted in sort of soft rubber tiles. Danny ruffled my hair. "Kneel down Timmy, it's your turn to suck our cocks; and remember to watch your teeth!" My heartbeat quickened as I dropped to my knees; I hoped I'd get to taste their spunk. The 3 men formed a tight circle around me, Danny in front, Roger to my left and Winston to my right, their hard cocks were right in my face. I took hold of Danny's 8 inch cock with my left hand and pushed his loose foreskin back exposing his flared, light-purple knob. I licked it a couple of times then took his knob and some cock-shaft into my mouth and started to suck it. I reached out with my right hand and grasped Winston's thick 9 inch cock, it felt wonderful. His foreskin peeled back and I felt his large, mushroom shaped knob, it was sticky with precum. So as I sucked Danny's cock I slowly wanked and squeezed Winston's cock. Roger leant over my body and fondled my buttocks while running a long thick finger up and down my arse-crack. Danny only had to warn me once about my teeth. They were all praising me and whispering words of encouragement. After a couple of minutes I could feel Danny's precum start trickling down my throat. A few minutes later Danny tapped me on my head. I looked up. "That's great Timmy, now suck Roger's cock." So I reluctantly let go of Danny's cock and lifted off it and then turned to face Roger who was now standing up. I grasped his thicker 7 inch cut cock and dropped my mouth over his red torpedo shaped knob and an inch or so of his very veiny cock-shaft and as I sucked his cock Roger held my head and moaned. Roger's cock tasted a bit stronger than Danny's cock. I didn't let go of Winston's cock and my hand was getting sticky from all the precum he was leaking. My own cock was hard and I was dripping lots of precum onto the floor. Several minutes later Danny told me to swap again so I took hold of the base of Winston's huge black cock and I had to stretch my mouth really wide to accommodate it. It tasted about the same as Danny's; I don't know what I'd expected. Roger had moved behind me, he knelt down and started fondling and kissing my buttocks so I took hold of Danny's throbbing cock. They were still praising me and urging me on; and once again Roger started running his thick fingers up and down my sweaty arse-crack. After several minutes of sucking Winston's cock I was told to do another round and this time the men held my head steady while they pushed their cocks in and out of my mouth a little, chuckling and making rude comments about the obscene bulges their cocks made when they pushed them against my cheeks. When I lifted off Winston's cock for the second time Danny put his hand under my chin and lifted it up. "Very well done Timmy, now would you like to taste our spunk?" I nodded eagerly, too excited to speak. I was also a little relieved, my jaw had started to ache; I wasn't used to having my mouth stretched that wide and for such a long time. My cock was rigid by now and still leaking precum onto the floor. I'd really enjoyed sucking the men's cocks and now I was going to taste their spunk. "Do you want to eat our spunk too?" I nodded once more. "Good boy Timmy; grab hold of my legs, tilt your head as far back as you can, and then open your mouth wide. Start swallowing as soon as we start shooting our loads; I want you to eat as much as you can." They stood in a tight triangle around me with their free arms around each others' shoulders, they aimed their hard cocks at my gaping mouth and began to wank themselves off. Danny was the first to cum, quickly followed by Winston and as the other two were squeezing the last drops of spunk from their cocks Roger started to shoot his load. Their spunk went into my mouth, onto my face and neck, and even into my hair. It was a lot thicker than my boycum, Roger's was the thickest. When Danny's first rope of spunk hit my tongue I started to swallow immediately as instructed. I loved the taste of their spunk; it was so much stronger than my watery boycum. Because it was a mixture I also wondered what their spunk tasted like individually. They all shot big loads but somehow I managed to swallow most of it and I got a lot of praise from the three of them. When Roger finished shooting I was told to stand up and the three of them licked up their spunk from my face, neck and hair then they frenched me in turn and fed it to me; I swallowed their spunk mixture eagerly. Afterwards Danny picked me up and carried me to the bed, we lay down together and kissed and cuddled; Roger and Winston left the room. Danny explained that he'd been in business with his bachelor Uncle who'd died a couple of years ago and left him everything. He'd got the house which was also a Private Men Only Club, the business in Germany, which he called an Art House and other investments. His Uncle had set up the Venture Scout Troop 96 many years ago and Danny had helped him to run it since he was 14. Danny employed Roger and Winston to help him run the Club and the Troop; and there was a Troop membership for boys who were on holiday; I could decide later if I wanted to join. His younger cousin Tommy also ran a similar Troop (33) in Sutton Coldfield which wasn't very far from where I lived. Danny promised to telephone Tommy and arrange my membership in his Troop if I joined the holiday Troop and enjoyed it. I told him if it was going to be more of what had happened so far today I definitely wanted to join for the rest of my holidays. Then I think we both drifted off to sleep, I know I did, Danny's voice was so soothing. I was woken up by Danny yawning and stretching beside me, causing me to do the same. Danny kissed my forehead and tousled my hair before offering me a bottle of pop to drink. I guzzled it down I was so thirsty. Danny cuddled me again and groped my cock which was still rigid. I felt emboldened and groped his cock too, it was quite soft but as I fondled it I felt it begin to grow. But Danny moved my hand away and stopped groping my cock; I was so disappointed. "Time for more sex in a while Timmy, first I want to talk to you seriously; so sit up." Danny sat up with his back to the wall opened his legs wide and pulled me up between them so that I was leaning against his chest and could feel his half-hard cock pressing against the small of my back. Danny impressed upon me the need for utmost secrecy about what went on here, and promised me that any time I wanted to stop what was happening and leave the Troop I only had to say so. And I'd only have to do things I wanted to do I'd never be forced to do anything I didn't want to do. Next Danny manoeuvred me around until I was flat on my back and then he shoved a pillow under my bum. I watched with trepidation as he took a jar of Vaseline from the shelf, opened it, and placed it on the bed beside us; I just knew that he was going to put something up my bum. Danny caught my look and whispered encouragingly. "Don't worry Timmy, I'll only use one finger, just try to relax, but if you don't like it just tell me to stop and I will." Danny got into a 69 position and swallowed my cock to the root after telling me to just suck his balls because he wasn't ready to cum again. While Danny expertly worked on my cock I alternately sucked on one of his big balls and then the other. When I felt Danny's greasy finger tapping on my sweaty pucker I automatically tried to relax, but I stopped sucking Danny's balls. I knew that I eventually wanted Danny to fuck me so it had to start somewhere. Danny pushed his finger hard against my pucker causing me to gasp, but I still tried to relax and I was amazed at how easily Danny's finger slid into my arsehole, it didn't really hurt at all; it felt funny, weird, but sort of sexy. Danny wiggled his finger about for a bit and then pushed it in deeper. Then, when his finger began to tickle my prostate, in no time at all I felt another orgasm rapidly building and my body stiffened, my hips bucked and moaning loudly I started to fill Danny's mouth with my third intense orgasm of the day. Eventually my orgasm subsided and Danny eased his finger from my arsehole before shuffling us around and embracing me. Then we snogged and we shared what of my boycum he'd saved. When we broke our embrace Danny lay me back on the bed telling me what a good boy I was. Then he bent over me and kissed my brow and told me to take a nap before I freshened up and he ran me home; I was asleep before he left the room. Danny woke me up and offered me a warm milky drink which I drank while he told me that I'd slept for a good hour. I'd woken with a hard-on but by the time I'd finished my drink my cock had softened somewhat. I put the empty mug on a shelf and Danny scooped me up. I put my arms around his neck and we kissed tenderly as he carried me to the landing and through the door on the right which opened onto a long corridor. Danny opened the second door which led into a bathroom; he lowered me into an already drawn bath filled with hotish water. As I started to wash he did my back, I loved to feel his strong hands massaging my neck and shoulders. I luxuriated in the bath for 10 minutes or so then I quickly showered in colder water. Then after Danny had dried me off he led me to the nursery where I dressed. We went to Danny's car, and after blindfolding me he drove off. After several minutes Danny told me to remove the blindfold which I did. Then Danny set out the scenario for the following Monday, it involved a story to get my Parents to agree to let me go away for 2 weeks. It would be at the Big house of course, but they wouldn't know that, they'd think it was at an Adventure Camp. We rehearsed my story a couple of times; then Danny told me that I needed to rest and build up my boycum for Monday because I would be having some fun in the van again. He explained to me that there'd been something in the drink to lower my libido, but that I'd be okay by Monday and my balls would be full again. Finally he warned me not to try to masturbate, I agreed. Danny dropped me at the bottom of my Aunt's street at ten-to-six. At my Aunt's I changed into my pyjamas and a dressing gown, my cock stayed quite soft which, in a way I was quite pleased about, it would help me to not masturbate. We had our evening meal and I kept yawning while I told my family that I'd met some nice local boys who were in the local Scout Group (part of Danny's instructions) and that we'd had a great day swimming and playing on the beach. I added that I was hoping to see them on Monday morning and that they'd promised to tell me about an Adventure Camp. By then I felt so tired that I said my goodnights and went straight up to bed. I was in bed by eight-thirty and fell fast asleep until my Dad woke me at nine Sunday morning. Luckily for me on Sunday I was fully occupied with a visit to the Isle of Wight by ferry with my Sister and Parents. Mom and Aunt had packed a picnic and after a tour of Douglas we hiked onto the Downs to eat it. We returned early afternoon and me, Mom and my Sister had a couple of hours on the beach. Dad had gone back to my Aunt's and he picked us up in the car a couple of hours later to drive us back to my Aunt's for our evening meal. We played Scrabble for a couple of hours then I went to bed quite tired. After tossing and turning for a few minutes while remembering the fun stuff I'd got to do on Saturday I dropped off. Monday morning I woke up about eight-thirty, and thankfully my cock was starting to show some life. I used the bathroom, dressed as I had on Saturday then had breakfast. My Parents and Sister and Aunt were going shopping in town, Mom knew I hated traipsing around the shops so, thankfully, I was allowed to go to the beach to (supposedly) see my new friends, but I was told to be back by lunchtime. I went to the van as told to by Danny using the gap in the fence and the van was in the same place. I tapped on the closed back door using the code Danny had taught me on the drive home on Saturday and Roger opened it. I was a bit disappointed because only Roger was there but I felt a bit better after we stripped each other off and Roger ate my arsehole out and tongue-fucked it for several minutes. Then we 69'd and we ate each others' loads. I came four times to Roger's once, and he finger-fucked my arsehole with one finger the whole time. Roger's finger was much thicker and a bit longer than Danny's but it didn't really cause me any pain, I enjoyed it; especially after my first orgasm because then Roger started tickling my prostate too. When we'd finished Roger handed me a pamphlet for an adventure fortnight away with the Venture Scout Troop 96, his name and contact number were on the pamphlet. I took it from him, and after quickly dressing, I ran home to show it to my parents and my Aunt telling them my new friends had given it to me. (Well, not the new friends my parents had thought I was seeing.) My Aunt knew Roger through his Council work; he'd solved some problems for her in the past and she said what a nice man he was, adding that she'd heard other local parents say how much their sons enjoyed the Adventure fortnights; and how they all came back very tired but very happy. They all thought it was a good idea as I now didn't have the twins to play with. So my Parents phoned Roger and arranged a meeting on Tuesday with him at the Council House; I was to go along too. On Tuesday I woke up with a raging hard-on and had to wear an old pair of tight Speedos under my baggiest shorts to cover it up. At the Council house I waited outside Roger's office while he interviewed my Parents and answered any of their questions. Danny appeared just after my Parents had entered Roger's office and he took me into another room and introduced me to an attractive, slim, young Pakistani lad called Altaf. Both were wearing suit trousers, white shirts and ties. I sucked Danny and Altaf off and they sucked me off each eating one of my loads. I came twice in quick succession I was so horny; we didn't undress we just dropped our shorts and trousers to the floor, and I wedged my Speedos under my balls. Altaf had a nice 6 inch cut cock which was quite thick and his spunk was as thick as Danny's. Altaf left and Danny told me that Altaf was18 and if I liked him I could see him again sometime over the next two weeks. Danny also asked me not to try not to wank off before Wednesday; I told him that I'd try not to. To help me out Danny sucked me off again while finger-fucking my arsehole with one finger; I came another big load. Danny got me back to Roger's office a couple of minutes before the door opened and Roger called me in. My parents told me that they'd agreed for me to go on the Adventure fortnight; I was elated. Roger interrupted to tell us that I would be fitted out with my uniform and stuff when we got to Camp; so I'd only need the clothes I was wearing, some clean underwear and a toothbrush. Dad asked if I'd need any money; Roger smiled and said no; but if anything did come up the money would come out of the Troop's petty cash and he'd sort it out with Dad later. Roger showed us out, and on the way home I couldn't stop talking about how much I was looking forwards to the Adventure Camp. I rattled on so much so that my Dad eventually told me to shut up, in a nice way though. The whole family went to the beach for the afternoon and I tired myself out having swimming races with Mom and Dad who were both good swimmers. I went to bed with a hard-on, I managed not to wank, even though I kept imagining sucking cocks and having my cock sucked. Eventually I dropped off. End of part one. Any comments to Paul at INSILVA92@aol.com.