Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2018 12:32:14 +0000 From: |. .| Subject: Devon's New Boy - Part 5 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 / interracial: oral anal, t/M+ - - - - - Devon's New Boy - Part 5 'Stay away from me, boy,' snapped Frank, as he hurried across the road, nursing a broken arm. 'You're to blame for this arm, you fuckin' arse-wipe.' 'You and Wilco set me up,' said Andy. 'So fuckin' good job.' Frank nearly went under a bus trying to put some distance between himself and the boy. Devon had told him to keep away from Andy, and Frank knew he'd end up in the canal if he didn't. The photographer had done his job: he had spotted the boy for Earl, so now he was off. If Earl wanted to take on Devon, then that was his business. Frank worked for both gangs, so he was always being put-upon and watched. His train to the seaside would get him away from any argy-bargy for several weeks; and all those boys on the beach, in their swimming trunks, would be a welcome sight. The British Railways van pulled up alongside Andy as he walked to the park. 'Hiya, Andy,' said Earl. 'Devon sends his regards.' Andy looked at the driver in bewilderment. He had no idea who the black man was; however, Devon's name had been mentioned, so all seemed well. 'Devon wants you to meet some new people,' continued Earl, 'so hop in and I'll take you to the goods yard.' 'You sure, mister?' said Andy. 'Devon never said anything about...' 'Last minute, son,' interrupted Earl. 'Devon said to me, "Earl", that's me, "Pick up Andy and take him to the goods yard". So here I am, to do just that. You don't argue with Devon.' Andy still looked puzzled, but the man did seem friendly enough; and new people meant new cocks. 'C'mon, son,' said Earl. 'Hop in and make yourself comfortable.' As they travelled to the goods yard, Andy was told to unbutton his fly and get his cock out. 'No way!' he protested. 'Someone might see.' 'Here, put my railway cap over your fly,' said Earl. 'We can both play around with your cock underneath it.' Andy's cock was still rock-hard when he walked into the Shed Foreman's hut. If he'd let go of the cap, right there and then, it would have just hung there, as if it was on a coat peg. 'Greetings, Clyde,' said Earl. 'This is Andy, the boy Devon told us about last night. He's a cocky little sod, as you can see.' Earl then snatched away the railway cap from Andy's grasp and exposed his hard-standing cock. 'Awesome, man!' said Clyde. 'Nice and stiff. Just the way I like 'em.' 'Get naked, son,' said Earl, as he closed the door. 'We want to see you out of those clothes and stark-bollock-naked. So get to it.' 'Yep!' added Clyde. 'Nice and naked, and ready to suck some black dick.' * * * Some fifteen minutes later, after Andy had sucked off Earl's hard-standing cock, the boy was kneeling between Clyde's outstretched legs. The foreman was sitting in his favourite chair, watching the naked youngster work on his coal-black cock. Clyde was tall and thin, and in his mid-forties. He was the only shed-man on duty, so the hut was the perfect place for him to have sex with a gullible white boy. 'Suck him off good, Andy,' said Earl. 'If it wasn't for old Clyde, we wouldn't have so many box vans to open. So we need to reward him from time to time.' Andy had no idea what Earl was talking about. Rewarding someone for opening box vans didn't make any sense to him. Then, as Clyde filled Andy's mouth with a deluge of spunk, the boy went into a fearful panic as the door, which should have been locked earlier by Earl, suddenly opened. Earl greeted the two men as they stepped into the hut. He then locked the door behind them. Andy's heart was pounding away like billy-o. He looked up at Clyde in blind panic, but the man's face was unresponsive, as if nothing was amiss. 'Look who's here, Andy,' said Clyde, laughing. 'Meet Aston and Jay, a couple of horny black bulls.' 'Where's the rest of the boys, Jay?' asked Earl. 'I wanted Andy to be humped by six or seven.' 'Clive and Rod can't make it,' said Jay. 'They're still out on the road. And Sonny is running late, as usual.' Thankfully, Andy's jitters were now subsiding; however, he didn't like the idea of being naked and outnumbered by so many black men in such a small hut. Having one or two cocks to service was fine, but taking on so many cocks in such a small space made his head spin - he wasn't sure that he could cope with all the attention. 'He clearly doesn't like surprises, Earl,' said Aston. 'He's looking a bit rattled.' 'Nah!' replied Earl. 'Just show him your cock. The boy's a natural-born cock-sucker, so he'll soon be licking his lips again.' Aston unbuttoned his fly and waggled his uncut cock in Andy's direction. It was long and thick, but Jay's stem was a tad larger, and a real mouthful. 'His tongue's fucking awesome,' said Clyde. 'And his fingers are so touchy-feely.' Andy liked the sound of that compliment, so he squeezed Aston's cock as he sucked in Jay's hard-standing length. 'Suck on that lance, boy,' said Jay. 'We're gonna turn you into a wicked spunk monkey.' Andy licked Jay's 'lance', and then his cock-head, and then his ball-sac. The boy just couldn't get enough of the man's hard-standing length. He was clearly becoming an addict. 'That's it, Andy,' said Clyde, as a flash of light engulfed the inside of the hut. 'We just need a few pictures of you for our collection. Now look at the camera and carry on sucking cock.' The men took it in turn to capture the youngster on film. Andy didn't think much of it at the time, but photographs of him in the nude, sucking cock, was a good way of keeping him tame. He loved sucking cock, but clearly Earl needed a little leverage over his new recruit. 'Where's the Vaseline, Clyde?' asked Aston. 'The boy needs his hole lubricated. And then he needs to be well and truly fucked.' Yes, the boy was about to be fucked by a man who had been a complete stranger to him an hour or so ago. And as he bent over to accommodate the man's todger, the flash-gun on the camera lit up the inside of the hut again. 'That arse of yours looks so-o-o inviting, son,' said Aston. 'I love humping young whippersnappers like you. Ain't that right, Clyde?' 'Yes,' replied Clyde. 'And you always get first go! The rest of us have to make do with sloppy seconds.' 'There, there, Clyde,' said Aston. 'This one is gonna be nice and tight for the fourth man. And if he isn't, I'm gonna smack his bum and squeeze his ball-bag.' Aston put a greasy finger in Andy's arsehole, and moved it in and out real slow. 'Hurry up, As,' said Earl. 'I need a shot of his face, just as your cock slips inside his hole. I'll try and get another one, but the battery on this flash is a bit iffy.' Aston pushed his cock into Andy's arsehole, which made the youngster moan and groan. The flash blinded the boy for a few seconds, but it didn't stop him from sucking Jay's cock. 'Look at the camera, Andy,' ordered Earl. 'Let's get a nice shot of you being face-fucked and fucked by a couple of black bulls.' With that, Aston pulled out and thrust back in again. He was using the boy's arse for his own pleasure, and so he carried on thrusting away until suddenly he shuddered and climaxed with one last push. 'Take it all, you bitch!' he snapped. Andy was gagging on Jay's cock as Aston's cock slipped out, with a pop. 'Great!' said Earl. 'Now let's get a shot of his arsehole, with the spunk oozing out.' * * * Andy met Earl outside the goods yard a few days after the sex-romp in the railway hut. His arsehole had been filled fourfold during the sex-romp, so he was looking forward to a repeat performance. The men had made a real fuss of him, especially when they were taking photographs of him being licked into shape. Andy knew, deep down, that he had been set up again. Devon would cane him for sure, for being the dupe again, but the others would feel the man's true wrath. Of course, his plan was to tell Devon all about Earl & Co. If Devon had organized the sex-romp in the railway hut, then all would be well. If not, he would be clear of any blame. 'We have a problem, Andy,' said Earl, in a whisper. 'The Yard Foreman is using Clyde's hut for the next few days, while his office is being repainted. So, I think we should fall back to another place I know. It's a garage-cum-scrapyard, with some comfortable rooms, and beds, above the garage.' * * * The 'comfortable rooms' above the garage-cum-scrapyard were huge, and one room was filled with stark naked men. There must have been a dozen or so men waiting for Andy to make an entrance. Earl and Harry followed the boy into the room, as all eyes fell on his naked body. Harry, a white man in his early fifties, managed the garage for Earl, who used it as a money laundering front for his illegal activities. The two men had stripped the boy naked in the bathroom, before getting naked themselves. Andy kept his eyes fixed, at cock and arse level, on the men directly in front of him. It was then that he gave up any notion of making a fuss about servicing the assembled throng - he was going to bend over for every one of these magnificent members. He now felt like a rabbit, surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. The fact that he was a randy little rabbit didn't stop him from trembling before such powerful predators. Suddenly, Aston appeared from nowhere and gave him a bottle of cider and two yellow pills. Aston told him to down the pills with the cider; and as he did so, Aston made sure he drank every last drop of the brew. Harry, who was still standing behind Andy, took the empty bottle away. This prompted Aston to pull the boy close and kiss him deeply. The man's hands began to stray all over Andy's body, as did other firm hands – the wolves were now upon their prey, and were roughly dragged him to the floor. Andy began his fightback by sucking on all the cocks he could see. The sea of tangled arms and legs grew larger and larger, as more men joined the disorderly scrum. 'The boy's here to pleasure everyone,' announced Harry, over the hubbub of the scrum. 'So let's have a bit more decorum. Cock-sucking is fine; finger-fucking is fine; but if anyone tries to jump the queue, by jumping the boy, then they'll be flung out on their ear.' With sighs of mock derision, the men around the boy seemed to ignore Harry's threat of expulsion; however, they did take note of the rules regarding cock-sucking and finger-fucking. Andy truly enjoyed being the life and arsehole of the party. However, being the centre of attention, in a scrum full of horny boy-lovers, was bloody hard work; especially when it came to the wear and tear on his nipples and ball-sac. His arse and cock were just fine with the probing and teasing, but the ball squeezing and nipple pinching did smart at times. After the prelims, which lasted a good 40 minutes, Earl and Harry wrestled Andy free from his fans and introduced him to 'the sling'. The leather thingamajig, which was suspended from the ceiling by four lengths of twist-chain, looked like a wide, black hammock. Each arm of the sling had leather cuffs attached; and it was these cuffs that held a body fast, by the wrists and ankles. Andy half-sat/half-lay in the sling, with his arms and legs spread wide apart. His arsehole was now on offer to everyone in the room. 'Righty-ho,' said Harry. 'Andy's bum-hole will be lubed up and fucked by you all, in an orderly manner. During the fuck-fest, you can bend over for each other - to limber up for the fucking ahead - but do stay ready to be called upon at a moment's notice.' Andy instinctively grabbed hold of the twist-chains securing his wrists when Jay stepped forward with a jar of Vaseline. The man worked his fingers in and out of the boy's anus as the wolves gathered around him. This was such an exciting moment for Andy. He was about to be gang-banged by a throng of well-endowed men. They all wanted him, and he was so thrilled. 'Who's gonna fuck him first?' asked a voice from the crowd. 'Shut it, Sonny!' snapped Earl. 'We all get sloppy seconds, except Aston. He's the big bazooka this month, so keep quiet and wait your turn.' The cider and pills were continuing to keep Andy high. He felt so weak and willing, and so warm and horny. He looked at a hard-standing cock on his left and thanked his lucky star that he had been duped by Earl & Co. * * * Andy rocked back and forth in the sling for what seemed like hours. Aston had led the charge with a marathon, arse-ramming fuck, which produced cheers of admiration from his fellow boy-lovers. The buzz from the alcohol and drugs made the boy eager for more cock - Harry continued to give the youngster more cider and pills as the cocks came and went. Andy recognised Chaz as he stepped forward and entered the fray. The man hit the joy button immediately, and made Andy's eyes water with every stroke. 'We're gonna sweat you, boy,' said Sonny, as he poured a bottle of ice-cold cider over the boy's face and chest. 'You're our spunk monkey now, and we're gonna fuck you all day." 'More cock! More cider! More cock!' barked Andy. 'Give me more!' After Chaz, all the faces that appeared between Andy's legs blurred into one. Each man's cock kept the joy button fully depressed, but no one stood out as a face to remember - not even Earl or Harry. Andy blacked out after the fuck-fest, which ended with Harry securing a leather strap around the base of the boy's cock and wanking him off for a very long time. When he woke, Andy found himself still naked and restrained. However, he was now tied down and spread-eagled on a large, and wide, wooden bench. No one else was in the room, which was large, windowless and totally unfamiliar to him.