Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2019 19:04:23 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Gerald's New Friend - Part 5 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and 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: M+/b oral anal - - - - - Gerald's New Friend - Part 5 I really didn't like the two Rockers: they were sarcastic and spiteful. They knocked me about, and then beat up Gary when he wouldn't bend over for them. John captured the whole thing on film, and seemed to revel in the furore and mayhem. So, when the call came again, I said goodbye to John and his friends. After a week or two, I decided to go back to George and see if Gerald was still interested in a horny turncoat. Of course, George forgave me in an instant, and we celebrated by visiting the wood again. Bill reappeared during our next visit to the wood. So it was just like old times. 'We really missed you, Roy,' said Bill. 'Same here,' I said, smiling. 'So let's get you outta those clothes, boy,' said George. 'Bill and I have a lot of catching up to do.' * * * A day or two later, George and I were sitting in his car, waiting for the rain to stop. 'You do know what you've signed up for today?' he asked. 'Sure,' I replied, 'I'm gonna be fucked by some awesome cocks, until I can't sit down.' 'Yep, that's about it,' he said, smiling. 'This is gonna be a really heavy sex-romp, Roy.' I nodded and smiled. Gordon opened his front door and waved. He was in his early fifties, with salt and pepper hair. He looked well fit and ex-military. George got out of the car and told me to follow him. It was still raining, so we ran across the driveway and jostled to get undercover, inside the narrow porchway. 'Take him through to the living-room, George,' said Gordon. 'We can say our helloes there.' The living-room was large and well appointed. However, in addition to the usual furniture, there was a tubular steel frame that supported a wide, hammock-like, strap [a sling]. 'Welcome, Roy,' said Gordon. 'I'm so glad you could make it today. George has told me so much about you.' 'He does tend to exaggerate, Gordon,' I said, smiling. 'He's bias, you see.' 'Only because I've seen the best side of you, Roy,' said George. 'Do you want to see the best side of me now?' I asked. 'No,' replied Gordon. 'Keep your clothes on for now, and wait here.' George and I sat on the sofa, whilst Gordon disappeared upstairs. 'What's that, George?' I asked. 'It looks ultra weird.' 'You lie in it, with your legs spread wide apart and strung up,' he replied. 'Then Gordon and his friends fuck you up the arse. I don't know what they called it, but it works a treat.' Some ten minutes later, Gordon and six other men entered the room. They were all stark-bollock-naked, and looked very pleased to see me sitting there. Gordon broke away from the pack and told me to stand up and say, 'hello'. 'Pleased to meet you, Roy,' said Eddie, as he and his friends introduced themselves to me. 'Now strip off, boy,' said Gordon. 'But leave your underpants on.' I took my clothes off and handed them to George, who folded them up and put them on top of my shoes. 'Nice body, son,' said Warren. 'Yes,' said Don. 'George certainly knows how to pick the right boy for the right job.' 'Nice underpants,' said Iain. 'White Y-fronts are the best.' 'C'mon, Gordon,' said Don. 'Tell him to show us his arse.' 'Okay, Roy,' said Gordon. 'Lose the Y-fronts and give us a whirl.' Oohs and aahs filled the room as my Y-fronts came off. 'Nice arse,' said Iain. 'A bare arse is so-o-o scrummy.' I spun around a couple of times, and then stood there as the men groped me. I so wanted to reach out and grab a cock or two, but I knew Gordon was running the show, so I just stared, puppy-like, at those wonderful hard-ons. 'Lean over and show us your hole, boy,' ordered Gordon. 'Yes!' said Mick. 'Spread those arse-cheeks and give us a peek.' I leaned forward and spread my arse-cheeks, showing the men what I had on offer. More oohs and aahs filled the room. The men clearly liked what they were looking at. A few minutes later, George left the room with all my clothes. This confused me a great deal, and got me worried. I listened for the opening and closing of the front door, thinking that he might be leaving me in the lurch. However, a noise from upstairs set my mind at rest. George was probably getting naked upstairs and would be down soon. I then heard the front door open and close. 'Lovely cock, boy,' said Bernie, as he grabbed my cock and ball-sac. 'I'll be filming your debut today with my cine-camera. So I want to see this cock nice and stiff during the close-ups.' I hadn't been told about the cine-camera - George didn't say the gang-bang would be filmed. Everything was going awry, so I began to worry some more. Gordon noticed my concern, but mistook it for impatience. 'C'mon!' he barked. 'The boy wants some cock. His arse is hungry for a round of dick. So throw him into the sling and strap him down. Let's fuck his brains out.' Someone slapped my arse as I was pushed towards the sling. Hands grabbed my arms and legs; and then on Gordon's signal, I was lifted high into the air. The men strapped me in, with my arms outstretched and my legs spread wide apart. I felt so wicked lying there, surrounded by so many randy men. The men lined up, with their cocks sticking straight out. 'Who was going to be the first man in?' I thought. 'Where's George?' asked Don. 'And where's the Vaseline?' 'He's upstairs,' said Gordon, 'with Bill and another boy. They're in the bathroom, getting the boy ready for our afternoon session.' 'And the Vaseline?' asked Don. 'Where's the finger-man put the jar.' 'The new finger-man has it here,' said Eddie, holding up a jar of Vaseline. 'I'm gonna be greasing up the boys today. George knows who to trust on that score.' 'Fuck off!' snapped Bernie. 'It should be me. I'm George's backup man.' 'Good idea,' said Warren. 'Greasy fingers all over the camera lens. That'll work.' 'Oh! Right,' said Bernie. 'I didn't think of that.' The men laughed as they stroked their cocks and waited for Eddie to work his magic. He greased me up good and proper, and certainly did a good job of finger-fucking me as well. The man took his time, and didn't let his friends rush him. 'C'mon, Fast Eddie,' said Mick. 'Put some welly into it. We ain't got all day.' I oohed and aahed as 'Fast Eddie' rubbed me up the right way. George had cleaned me out earlier, in his bathroom, so I had been rubbed up the right way twice that morning. Apparently, George had been let down by another boy, who just wasn't ready to take on Gordon's pack. Bill's boy had already been pencilled in for the afternoon session, so that just left me to take care of the morning session. 'Chop-chop,' said Gordon. 'That's enough fingering, Eddie. Let's take this boy for a ride.' 'Nice,' said Iain, as Gordon kicked off the fuck-fest. 'Switch that camera on, Bernie. We don't want to miss a second of this session. A lot of my friends will want to see this epic.' Gordon power-fucked me for a good ten minutes. He then pulled out to let Don have a go. Don was in his late twenties, and super fit. He had short, brown hair and looked ex-military. In fact, all the men looked like hard-nosed ex-soldiers. 'Maybe they're all from the same brigade,' I thought. 'The Fuck-the-boys Brigade.' 'He's sweet,' said Don. 'A fine piece of meat.' 'It's not the meat,' said Warren, 'it's the motion. If you've got the right moves, you can poke anything.' Don fucked me to an earth-shattering climax, and left a five-star impression. I was loving this fuck-fest. Eddie and Iain were both three-star fucks. They weren't that good-looking, but their cocks were truly awesome. Unfortunately, they were both outshone by five-star Warren. He fucked me like a man possessed, even though he was in his late forties. He also had a few battle scars, which didn't seem to slow him down a bit. 'Spool change,' announced Bernie. 'Give him a drink. He looks done in.' Yes, I was huffing and puffing, and sweating like a pig. I gulped down the lemonade and waited for Bernie to change out the film spool. 'Who's up next?' asked Gordon, as he wiped me down with a towel. 'Bernie or Mick?' Bernie was a wash out, a one-star fuck at best. He looked okay, but he was more voyeur than anything else, and seemed more interested in my hard-standing cock. I figured he was a cock-sucker, and only there because he owned a cine-camera. Mick was a four-star wonder. He took me for a very long ride; and after another glass of lemonade, he took me around again. He was a rugged looking man, with a scar on his left shoulder. He liked wanking me off as he power-fucked my arse. He should have been a five-star fuck, but he brought me off too soon. 'That's done it,' said Gordon. 'You've finished him off, before my second taste.' 'Sorry, sarge,' said Mick. 'I got carried away.' 'Again!' put in Don. 'You should fuck 'em with your hands tied behind your back.' 'Old kinky's talking again,' said Eddie. 'The man wants us all tied up, so he can whip our arses.' 'And what's wrong with that?' asked Don. 'Your arses are all going to waste. It's all dick, dick, dick with you lot.' Apart from me and Don, everyone else in the room laughed. Apparently, outside the pack, Don was a leather-clad biker. He liked to pick up men and whip their arses. 'Right!' barked Gordon. 'Stand down, bombardier. Let me try and fire him up again.' Mick pulled out and let Gordon take his place. The old man grabbed my thighs and slipped his cock inside my sloppy hole. It felt okay, but the fire in my belly had definitely gone out. I was truly knackered, so Gordon pulled out and told Bernie to stop filming. * * * After a hot bath, I came down to see Bill's boy perform. Robbie was a ginger-nut, all red hair and freckles. He was tall and ultra thin, and looked so fuckable in the nude. George said he was fourteen years old, but I thought he looked younger. His cock-sucking skills were better than average, and he sighed a lot to encourage his fans. Iain bucked his hips, trying to face-fuck the youngster. Warren stood beside Iain and stroked away like mad. The rest of the men waited in twos for their turn - Gordon had organised a two-cock relay for the boy, with Bernie filming it all. I sat on the sofa and watched my replacement suck cock. He was good, but not as good as me - clearly I was bias, and a tad jealous. Don and Eddie were up next. They were more pushy, and grabbed the boy's head to get a better suck. Robbie took it all in his stride - he clearly knew how to keep a pair of cocks in harness. However, he did gag on Mick's stem when it was rammed down his throat. It must have took him by surprise. 'Fuck, he's a real firecracker,' said Mick, the bombardier. 'He needs to be officially licenced.' 'Yeah!' said Bill. 'I'll get the Town Hall to stamp "firecracker" on his arse.' I was getting a little miffed. No one had asked me to suck cock. They just dumped me in the sling and filled me up with military grade spunk. 'Spool change,' said Bernie. 'Give him a drink, Bill. Let him wash it all down with...' 'A vodka and orange,' interrupted Robbie. 'I could murder a Screwdriver right now.' 'Fuck off,' said Gordon. 'Lemonade is all you're getting, boy. I don't want no drunk kid spoiling the session.' 'Good!' I thought. 'That cute kid needs telling off.' 'Suit yourself, mister,' said Robbie. 'Let's make a move, Bill. The man just told me to fuck off.' The negotiations lasted a good half-hour. Bill and George came down on Robbie's side; the pack came down on Gordon's side - I just twiddled my thumbs on the sofa. The breakthrough came when Robbie stood up and wiggled his arse. The vodka and orange he received was a small one. The sling was adjusted to accommodate the lanky redhead. Lining up his fuck-hole was done in just a few seconds; and once he was strapped in, Gordon took his revenge. 'Grease him up good, Eddie,' he snarled. 'Let's make this session a marathon. And no stopping for drinks or spool changes,' All the men fucked the redhead to a noisy and sweaty finish. And as I sat and watched, it looked like the boy was loving every minute of it. 'Not so cocky now,' said Gordon to Robbie, as he squeezed the boy's rock-hard cock. 'Maybe we should keep you strapped down for a bit longer, and have another poke tonight.' 'You ain't got it in you, grandad,' said Robbie, straining against his leather restraints. Gordon squeezed the cock again, and then switched to the boy's nipples. 'Let's see what an old man can do with these two beauties,' said Gordon, smiling. A gag was needed to keep the decibels down. Robbie bounced around in his bonds as Gordon worked on his nipples and Bernie took care of his hard-standing cock. The redhead almost brought the frame down when 'grandad' began tickling his lanky length. Meanwhile, I was sucking on the magnificent seven in the background. I sat on the sofa as the line of cocks moved from left to right, and then back again. It was strenuous work, but someone had to do it.