Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2018 09:18:37 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Gerald's New Friend - Part 2

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Gerald's New Friend - Part 2

After two more visits to the cinema with George, I agreed to go for a ride
with him in his car.

'I'm your Uncle George, if anyone asks,' he said. 'There's a lot of nosy
people around nowadays. And they don't like to see a man and boy together,
having fun. Well, not our kind of fun. So we have to pretend we're
related.'

As we drove out of town, George told me to unbuckle my belt and ease down
my shorts and Y-fronts. We left the town behind us, travelling mainly along
deserted side roads, and headed to a large wood. I was completely naked by
the time we arrived at the wood.

George remained fully clothed as he reclined my seat and told me to put my
arms above my head and stretch out my legs. He then slowly wanked me off,
but he didn't let me climax for ages.

After my climax, he ordered me out of the car and told me to get cleaned up
and dressed on his side of the vehicle. I felt so embarrassed, standing
beside the car as George handed my clothes to me through the open window.

The next day, I was told to walk away from the car and stand by a large oak
tree. George then brought my clothes over to me.

These dares and humiliations went on for well over a week; and then, during
one of my car seat wanks, George added a twist - a man suddenly appeared
beside the car, right by the passenger window. I totally lost it and
shouted for George to start the engine and get going as fast as he
could. George laughed and told me to, 'Lie back and show the man your
stiffy. He's one of us, so give him a good show'. I squirmed around in my
seat as the man oggled me through the car window.

I was told to roll down the window the next day, which allowed the man to
get involved in my car seat wank. He tweaked my nipples as George played
with my hard-standing cock. The two men then worked on my cock and ball-sac
together, before I was told to wank the man off through the open window.

The dares and humiliations became more diverse during the summer break from
school. I was being watched by several men by then, but none of them did
more than wank or suck me off. I would get out of the car and walk over to
the large oak tree. The men would gather round me as I stood there, slowly
wanking. George's friend Bill kept order - he was big and burly, so no one
pushed their luck with him around.

It rained heavily during one memorable visit to the wood. I remained in the
car, and was joined by two of my most ardent fans - the other men sat in
their cars and waited for the rain to stop. George suggested that the two
men strip off and fuck, so that I could see what they would like to do to
me, if they ever got the chance. The two men were ultra keen to impress, so
they stripped off and fucked doggy-style on the back seat. It was an
awesome sight to behold, and gave George the perfect opportunity to
finger-fuck my arsehole as the rut progressed.

Needless to say, I was naked and perched on the back seat the very next
day. It was another rainy day, so no one else turned out to see me perform,
apart from Bill. He was now sitting in the front passenger seat, awaiting
his turn.

'C'mon, boy,' said George. 'Let's get a better look at that tight hole of
yours.'

I quickly moved to show off my arse-cheeks, and then shuddered when George
eased my cheeks apart to expose my 'tight hole'.

I heard him take in a deep breath, then whisper, 'cor lummy, what a sight
for sore eyes'. He then buried his face between my arse-cheeks; his tongue
firm and demanding, forcing my hole to open under the onslaught of licking,
nibbling and sucking.

I'd never felt anything like it, and I knew Bill was getting off on all my
moaning. I just didn't want George to ever stop.

His tongue forced its way inside me, spearing me with its slippery tip and
stretching my hole a little. His hand came down hard on my right
arse-cheek, then gripped it forcefully. A second later, the left arse-cheek
got the same treatment. He then spread my arse-cheeks wider, as his tongue
continued to fuck me.

'Cor blimey, George!' I yelled. 'Don't stop! It feels great.'

I was in a frenzy, and began stroking my cock.

'Stop that, boy,' said Bill. 'Let George do all the work. You just moan and
groan. I like hearing you in a tizzy .... so you be good and keep your
Uncle Bill entertained. Okay?'

I nodded submissively as the man went back to wanking himself off. I then
felt something squishy between my arse-cheeks - George's lubricated
cock-head was about to enter my hole. He leaned forward - his breathing
hard and heavy in my ear - and forced the cock-head past my tight ring. A
hand came over my mouth as he did so, stifling my screams as he entered me
in one smooth move.

George chuckled in my ear, as my whole body screamed out in pain. He then
grabbed my hips, as tears rolled down my face, and slammed home his
advantage.

I remember being up on all-fours one minute, then down with my arse raised
and my face buried in the leather seat.

'Fuck! He really was a virgin, George,' said Bill. 'What a prize! What a
result!'

George shed his load and pulled out all the way. I then felt his fingers
inspecting my ruined hole. A hard slap across my arse-cheeks signaled
another anal exploration. This time, he drove his tongue into my hole and
began working on my battered rim. He was far more demanding this time
round, and he regularly bit my arse-cheeks as he beavered away. My anus
still hurt, but his tongue sliding over it made it feel a bit better.

Later, when Bill pushed his cock in, my hole felt a lot better. I relaxed
as he began to work up a rhythm. He slapped my arse regularly, and kept
telling me to moan and groan.

'You like this, boy?' he asked.

'Yes, Bill!' I replied. 'Harder, please!'

'Let's try another position,' he said.

Still coupled, we carefully changed position. He was now lying on his back,
with his legs dangling over the edge of the bench seat. I was above him, in
a squat position, with my hole being uncomfortably stretched. I held onto
the leather seats to keep my balance, but it was hard.

'You won't be trying that position in the car again, Bill,' mocked
George. 'He's bound to slip off .... and you'll be walking round like a
cripple for a week.'

'You could be right,' said Bill. 'But we're here now, so let's see if he
can ride my cock.'

I precariously bounced up and down on the man's stem for a good ten
minutes, and was amazed that my feet stayed in place on his naked
thighs. George grinned as I rode his friend's hard-standing cock. And as
with the first fuck, the car continued to bounce up and down, and from side
to side, with each and every thrust.

Bill decided it was time to take charge, and was now forcibly fucking
me. He held me in place and jack-hammered his hips up and down. His hands
gripped my hips as he pounded away at my hole. I rode his cock like it was
a bucking bronco. I even let out a 'yee-haw' when he began filling me up
with seed.

We both climaxed, but still we stayed coupled for a good five to ten
minutes after his last thrust.

'Fuck! That was awesome, boy,' he finally said, as I clambered off his
sweaty body.

'Right!' said George. 'Let's get you home, Roy. We'll be fucking your arse
again tomorrow. So get a good night's rest.'

Bill slapped my arse as I looked around for my clothes. Unfortunately, the
car wouldn't budge, because the tyres were buried deep in the mud. So I
stayed in the dry, while Bill and George got covered in mud, and soaking
wet, as they wrestled the car free.

* * *

Meanwhile, during a visit to the swimming pool, I noticed a man in his 50s
looking at me. He smiled and asked if I'd had enough exercise for the
day. I told him I had forgotten my diving goggles and was going home
early. He asked me if I was on my own, and I told him I was.

He said his name was Paul, and that he was about to have a shower and
leave. He then asked for my help, because he was too old to do the task
himself. Apparently, he had locked himself out of his house, by leaving his
house keys on the kitchen table. So, he needed a young burglar to climb
over the garden wall and retrieve a spare set of keys from the potting
shed: the wall was far too high for him to climb.

I thought about it, then said, 'Yes, why not'. I joined Paul in the showers
and couldn't help but peek at his uncut cock. It wasn't huge, but to me it
was quite large. He must have guessed I was looking, because he began to
wash his cock with his hand around it. I was fascinated, and stood
open-mouthed as he stroked his stem clean.

Outside the swimming pool, we got into his car and set off for the potting
shed.

On the way, he said how handsome I looked, and then asked if I had a
girlfriend. I told him I had no interest in girls.

'Good boy,' he said. 'They're nothing but trouble. So, you just play with
your cock then?'

'Only at night,' I lied. 'When I'm in bed.'

'What do you think about, when you're playing with your cock?'

I fell silent and blushed.

'Sorry, Roy,' he continued. 'I seem to have touched a raw nerve there. I'm
just a nosy old sod, so take no notice of me.'

I thought about it, and then told him I thought about naked men.

'So you liked seeing me in the shower, playing with my cock?'

'Yes,' I said, smiling.

The garden wall was indeed high, so Paul cupped his hands together to give
me a lift up. I managed to reach the coping stones, but needed more help to
get higher. And that's when I felt the hands on my crotch and
arse-cheeks. Clearly, the two of us were no good at burglary: Paul was all
fingers and thumbs, and I kept getting down to try the climb again.

After the fourth attempt, and with a nice stiffy in my shorts, I managed to
lower myself into Paul's garden. The keys were easy to find, but to my
astonishment, the bolt on the garden gate was not thrown, so anyone could
have simply walked in and retrieved the keys.

Paul was aghast, and said that he would have words with his lackadaisical
gardener. When we entered the house, I was still trying to work out how a
gardener could exit the garden, and yet still throw the bolt on the other
side of the gate.

Paul didn't like the look of my grazed knees. Apparently, blood poisoning
was a serious infection. So he insisted I take a hot bath - I remember
Dettol being added to the water when Paul instructed me to strip naked and
get in the bath.

Paul and I played Up Periscope as the Dettol worked its magic on my grazed
knees. And in-between rounds two and three, he disappeared for a few
minutes to strip naked and collect his 35mm camera.

* * *

During my fourth visit to Paul's house, the door bell rang and he went
downstairs to answer the door. He then returned with a man in tow.

'This is Dave,' he said to me. 'He's the friend I told you about earlier,
the one who goes to the swimming pool on a regular basis.'

I covered my cock with my hands and blushed. Dave was about the same age
and build as Paul.

'Lummy, I clearly missed out on this little beauty at the pool,' said Dave
to Paul. 'And it looks like you've had some great sex with the little
fella.'

I continued to blush as I looked around for my swim bag and clothes, which
were nowhere to be seen.

'Yes, Dave,' said Paul. 'Roy was the most likely boy there. He looked real
sexy in his tiny red trunks. And he really knows how to suck cock.'

Dave came and sat on the bed beside me. He ruffled my hair and said I
looked absolutely gorgeous. He then took hold of my fully erect cock and
gave it a gentle squeeze.

'Now, let's see what I can do with this little chap,' he said, as he began
to wank me off.

The man's expert touch wiped me out completely. And then, when he stripped
off after my climax, he began to feel me all over, just like Paul had done
earlier. So, I knew what was coming when he put his finger in my arsehole.

Dave's seven-inch cock, which was uncut and pencil-thin, humped me up hills
and down dales. I was sweating like a pig as he fucked me in a variety of
different positions.

'It seems we have a proper bum-boy here, Paul,' said Dave. 'A real
cock-sucker .... and a proper bum-boy.'

'Yep!' said Paul, as he rammed his cock into my mouth. 'Roy's gonna be our
new boy for the rest of the school holidays.'