Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2019 13:25:37 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Harry's House - Part 1 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: oral anal, M+/t - - - - - Harry's House - Part 1 It was 1963 and the school holidays had just begun. My friends were all away with their parents, so I decided to visit the local cinema. As usual, I was dressed quite casually in a white shirt, a pair of grey shorts, and a pair of navy-blue plimsolls, with white socks around my ankles. Unfortunately, the main feature was rated 'A', so I stared, crestfallen, at the display posters outside, knowing that I couldn't see the western. Suddenly, I was aware of a man standing beside me. "It looks like it could be a goodun," he said. "Are you gonna see it?" I turned to see a rather unremarkable middle-aged man. He was tall and thin, and wore a navy-blue raincoat. He smiled at me as I explained that I couldn't go in, as I was too young. "Well," he said, "you could come in with me, if you like? You'll be accompanied by an adult, so there'll no problem." "Great!" I said, smiling. He took my ticket money and I followed him inside. I thought that he would then leave me to find my own seat; but no, he insisted on buying me an ice cream. We then walked to the stalls area, where he quickly guiding me into a back row. I was a little disappointed, as I usually sat near the front. However, the man had bought me an ice cream, and he had helped me get into the cinema, so I felt obliged to sit with him. There weren't that many people in the cinema, and no one was sitting near us. The man took off his raincoat and draped it over his lap, as I licked my ice cream wafer. "Enjoying that?" he asked. "You've got it all over your lips. And a little splodge of ice cream on your nose!" I nodded my head and laughed as he wiped the ice cream off with his finger. "I'm George," he said "What's your name, son?" "Kevin, sir," I replied. A drip of ice cream fell onto my bare thigh. George laughed as he scooped it up, with his finger, and put it in his mouth. "Wow! That tastes good!" he grinned, as his hand went back to my bare thigh. Then the house lights went down and the film began. I was soon captivated by the action, and only returned to reality when another couple of drips of ice cream fell onto my leg. "It's okay, Kevin," said George. "I'll clean that up for you." The man's hand wandered all over my thigh, until it found the ice cream. It then scooped up the ice cream. "You've got a nice smooth leg," he whispered. "Do you mind me touching it?" Well, it didn't bother me, so I shook my head as the action on the screen died down a little. George's hand lightly brushed against my naughty bits, as the raincoat was slid across my lap, covering my legs and his hand. I suddenly became very nervous at that point, and sat there, frozen in my seat. "That feels nice, Kevin," he said, as he lightly squeezed my thigh. "Nice and soft, and warm. Do you like me touching you down there?" This was a crucial moment; a vital decision had to be made. Of course, being a thirteen-year-old boy, I didn't recognise how important the decision was at that moment in time. I simply enjoyed the man's caress, and didn't want him to stop. "It's okay, I guess." "Mmmm," he said, as he heard my tentative response. "Good boy. Now you sit back and let Uncle George play with your willy." George's hand moved up and over my shorts, and then down between my thighs to gently squeeze my naughty bits. My legs had a mind of their own, and opened wide to allow the man full access. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wide grin on his face. I became aware, for the first time, that my little willy was rock-hard in my Y-fronts. George squeezed again, and even before he spoke, I knew he could feel my hardness. "That feels great, Kevin," he whispered. "I can feel your knob .... And it feels all nice and stiff, and excited. You like me doing this, don't you?" I could only nod my head; there was no point in denying it. Then his fingers moved up to my waistband, to unhook the S-link on my elasticated belt, and then to unbutton my shorts. Meanwhile, in the main aisle, the usher walked slowly past. This worried me at first, but then I realised that he never shone his torch along our row. George was unbuttoning my flies now, and I was in ecstasy. His fingers, still covered by the raincoat, found my rock-hard cock, and began to play with it. It was only about three inches long, with a nice foreskin, which pulled back to display a shiny cock-head. I had no pubic hair, of course, and my tiny balls were very tight in their sac. "Oh, my-y-y!" he whispered. "It's a real beauty, Kevin." He then got me to lift my arse off the seat, so that he could pull my shorts and Y-fronts down to my knees. This gave him complete access to all that he desired. And as for me, I was in a state of total happiness. George knew that he could do anything he wanted; however, he still played by the rules. "Can I suck it?" he asked. "What for?" I replied, stunned and surprised. He gave out a quiet chuckle. "Don't worry," he whispered. "It'll make you feel good, and it certainly won't hurt you." So I just nodded my head. And to my surprise, I quickly felt his hot breath on my cock-head a few seconds later. His tongue explored every inch of my erection and ball-sac, and soon my head was spinning with excitement. At one point, he took my whole ball-sac into his mouth. "You are a lovely boy, Kevin," he whispered a few minutes later. "Thanks for letting me do that. Did you like it?" "Yes," I said. "It was terrific!" "You better get dressed," he said, as he kissed me on the cheek. "We can watch the rest of the film now." I was disappointed that he wanted to stop, and couldn't understand why. However, in hindsight, I can only assume that he had climax. When the western had finished, George got up and walked to the main aisle. He then stood and talked to the usher. A couple of minutes later, he returned with a broad grin on his face. "You wanna have some more fun, Kevin?" he asked. I readily agreed, and without thinking twice, I followed him to the main aisle. George introduced me to Gary, the usher. He was a sixteen-year-old blond. He led us out of the auditorium and into the private area of the cinema. He then opened a door and led us into the manager's office. "It's safe in here today," said Gary, as he locked the door behind us. "It's the manager's day off, so we can do it in here." "Gary's up for a bit of fun as well," said George to me. "Is that okay with you?" I just nodded my head and smiled at the tall, well-built teenager. "Great," said Gary. "Have you had sex with men before today?" "No, only with other boys," I said. "But that was just stroking off in the school bog." Gary smiled and squeezed the crotch of his uniform trousers, which were dark blue. "Come on, then," he said. "Unbutton my flies and get my todger out." I did as he said, and put my hand inside his trousers and took hold of his thick, sausage-like "todger". I pulled it out and gasped at the sight of the teenager's growing length. It looked so huge, and it felt so virile. "It's a good six inches long," he said, proudly. "Like it?" "Yeah!" I replied. "It's huge!" "Well," he said. "If you think it's huge, you clearly haven't seen George's todger yet." I turned toward George, who was proudly showing off his man-size erection and huge, low-hanging ball-sac. "Seven-and-a-half inches!" said George, as he moved to stand beside Gary. I was speechless, and just couldn't help but take hold of the man's length in my other hand. "Open wide, Kevin," said George, "and put Gary's cock in your mouth, and suck on it, like I did to you earlier. And keep your teeth out of the way!" I knelt on the floor and followed George's instructions to the letter. "Great!" said Gary. "Now slide your lips up and down my stiffy." After I had coughed and choked a little, I soon began to enjoy myself to the full - and was soon pleasuring both cocks with my eager lips and tongue. "Fuckin' hell, Kevin," said George. "You're a great little cock-sucker; but stop now, I don't want you bringing us off just yet." A minute or so later, Gary and George stripped me completely naked. I felt so wicked as I watched them get fully undressed as well. It was so weird and surreal, being naked in a place of work with two horny reprobates. I giggled as they lightly pinched my nipples and fingered my naughty bits. "We normally do this in here, on a Monday night, with the night manager watching," said Gary to me. "Harry likes to see me being fucked by his like-minded friends. He's a keen photographer, and has taken lots of pictures of men fiddling with my crown jewels." "That must be fun," I said, as George squeezed my ball-sac and stroked my stiffy. "Yes," said George to me. "You'll like Harry. He's got a big house, not too far from here, and lots of friends that meet up on a Saturday afternoon for tea and cakes, that's cock-sucking and fucking to the likes of you and me." "There always boys of your age there," added Gary. "Being a Scout master, Harry has a troop of willing helpers to undress and play with on a regular basis. That's why he has so many like-minded friends." "Fucking?" I asked. "What's that, George?" "Well, it's hard to explain," replied George. "Bend over the desk, with your feet apart. I'll use my finger to show you how it's done. Now remember, my finger would normally be a rock-hard cock." Within seconds, I felt George's finger push into my arsehole. "Nice and tight!" he said to Gary. "I can see that we're going to have a lot of fun with this little fella today." * * * Come Saturday afternoon, my arsehole was still a bit sore when George and I arrived at Harry's house. 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 friendly demeanour. "Welcome to my humble abode, Kevin," he said, as he took our coats. "Have you ever thought about joining the Scouts? You'd look great in and out of a Scout uniform." "No, sir," I said. "But maybe I should give it a try." "So polite, George," said Harry. "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 Kevin," said Harry. "He will be joining us soon; once he visits the bathroom with George to get ready for some tea and cakes." "He's a pretty little thing," said Reverend Wheeler. "Yes, George. You've struck gold again," said Alastair. "I'd love to spend the night under canvas with young Kevin." "And so would I," said Sam. "How's his rear end?" "Tip-top," replied George. "He bent over like a Trojan on Wednesday afternoon, and took two good lengths." "Excellent," said Nigel. "And what about beverages, does he prefer tea over coffee, or does he like them both?" "Tea, yes," said George. "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 George, Harry took lots of pictures 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 Wheeler, 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 Wheeler went crazy for my tongue; and for a man of God, he could really blaspheme. "Right," said Harry. "It's just tea and cake for young Kevin. So let's give him some creamy cake." "He's real tight down there," said George. "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. George greased up my anus with Vaseline, before handing me over to Sam. "I do like a tight arse," he said, as his thin cock entered my hole. "And this one feels nice and tight." I was sweating like a pig as another roll of film was changed out. Sam 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!" bellowed Sam. "The boy's magic. Fuckin' magic." My hips were just as sore as my hole by the time the last man, Reverend Wheeler, withdrew his awesome cock from my inner sanctum. I was then replaced by another boy, who had arrived with Gary during Nigel's short fuck. As Gary and the boy went to work on a five-cock clean up, I went upstairs with Reverend Wheeler 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 or more 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.