Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2021 14:12:52 +0000
From: makeaboot <makeaboot@protonmail.com>
Subject: It started With A Gloryhole 2 (Adult/Youth)

This is the second part of a short series describing the fictional
adventures of twelve-year-old Tim. The word 'fictional' is important. None
of it actually happened -- it's fantasy, and anyone who has difficulty
distinguishing between fact and fantasy should seek urgent professional
help!

My other stories on Nifty may be found here:
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/three-men-in-a-boat/

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It Started With A Gloryhole 2 (Adult/Youth) Mb MMb

Tim's final lesson on Thursday afternoon was English -- taught by Mr
Samuels of course. Tim had only encountered the teacher a couple of times
in passing since the conversation in which he had offered a 'helping hand',
and Tim was so embarrassed about it that he could hardly look Mr Samuels in
the eye! He managed to occupy a desk at the very back of the room so that
close eye contact could be avoided. The class was set a test -- just proof
reading a printed story, and marking up and correcting any spelling,
punctuation or any other mistakes. Mr Samuels wandered up and down between
the rows of desks, occasionally stopping to give a helpful suggestion to
those pupils who needed it. He crouched down next to Tim and whispered very
quietly -- inaudible to anyone else - "How's the little problem we
discussed the other day Tim?" Just hearing that caused Tim's penis to start
to rise, and when Mr Samuels reached in and gave Tim's lap a little
squeeze, it went to full erection in seconds! Tim was terrified and glanced
around to make sure no-one was paying any attention. "Wow, Tim. You're
quick on the trigger aren't you!" Tim felt himself blush furiously, but
said nothing. "Have you thought about what I said about giving you a
helping hand, Tim? I bet you have, but maybe a little scared about doing
anything about it. Why not be brave, Tim, and stay back at the end of the
lesson". Tim still said nothing, but felt quite disappointed when Mr
Samuels' groping hand left his lap as he continued his wandering up and
down the aisles.

As the clock on the classroom wall ticked round closer and closer to the
end of the lesson, Tim began to feel very nervous. Would he go ahead with
this? After all he'd already let Mr Samuels grope the front of his
trousers, so was it such a big step further to let the teacher touch him
properly? He was certainly very aroused. His penis was very stiff and it
would be very difficult to leave the classroom without some of the other
kids noticing. When the bell rang and the rest of the class hurried to put
their stuff away and leave for the day, Tim took his time. He stuffed his
books into his school bag and, when there was no-one left except Mr
Samuels, he shuffled towards the front of the room holding his bag against
his crotch. He stood in front of Mr Samuels looking down at the
floor. "Come closer, Tim, and put your bag down" instructed the teacher,
and Tim complied revealing the evidence of his erection tenting out the
front of his trousers. "Look at me, Tim" said Mr Samuels, and Tim raised
his head to look into his teachers kindly face. "I think I know what you
want Tim. A helping hand, right?" "Tim nodded and whispered almost
inaudibly "Yes please Sir".

Mr Samuels placed an arm around Tim's shoulders and guided him through the
door into the walk-in store cupboard. He flicked on the light and shot the
bolt to secure the door. Standing to one side of Tim he again held the boy
by the shoulder, but his other hand stroked down across his chest and tummy
and sideways onto his hip. It continued down the front of his thigh, then
turned in and the fingers stroked up his inner thigh until they reached his
crotch. Tim shuddered slightly and was so aroused that he thrust his hips
forward so that the hand brushed up over the fly. His cock twitched within
the confines of his trousers and underpants and a moan escaped his
lips. "You like that don't you Tim". It was a statement not a question, but
Tim nodded his head vigorously. "Shall I undo them now, so I can feel
inside?" Mr Samuels whispered close to Tim's ear, the feel of his breath
causing Tim to shudder. "Yes please Sir!" Tim pleaded in desperation, and
thrust his hips forward again. Fingers fumbled with the top button, and
pulled down the zip. With little help from the teacher they fell to the
boys ankles, revealing white briefs severely distended by Tim's rampant
erection. Mr Samuels slid his fingers under the waistband to touch bare
flesh, then wrapped them around the hot hard shaft. Tim cried out in
ecstasy at the first touch and his body sagged as those fingers started to
stroke. He looked down and watched the movement under the fabric of his
briefs. "Shall we get rid of these too, so I can see your cock, and you can
see what I'm doing to it?" "Yes please Sir" Tim pleaded again. He felt them
slide off, and looked down to watch his cock being wanked. "Can you cum
Tim?" Mr Samuels asked. Tim nodded. "When I was at school we used to call
it 'spunking up'. Will you spunk up for me Tim?" "Yes please Sir. Please
don't stop."

Mr Samuels stroked his other hand from the boy's shoulder, down his back
and onto his bum. Tim felt a finger slide down the crease and caress his
hole. This was a new sensation, although he knew from watching gay porn
that bums featured a lot. He was afraid that Mr Samuels might want to fuck
his bum, and that scared him. But the finger just brushed across his hole
over and over as his cock was being wanked faster and faster. "Sir! Sir!
I'm going to c ..... O God SIR!" And his legs gave way and Mr Samuels had
to steady him with the hand on his bum and finger caressing his hole as his
cock shot thin spunk about two feet in a violent jet. Tim felt that finger
replaced by a thumb which pressed slightly into him and his sphincter
clamped round it as his cock jerked out another jet. Just before Tim's cock
jerked again Mr Samuels pushed that penetrating thumb deeper into Tim's
clasping hole, to touch some sort of magic spot inside, which gave even
greater impetus to the next spurt which flew across the narrow space to
splatter against a shelf. The intensity of each eruption, spurred on by the
broad thumb pad massaging inside him, caused Tim to cry out and pant
uncontrollably. Gradually the convulsions in Tim's body, and the movement
of Mr Samuels' fist and thumb, slowed and diminished. Eventually the thumb
was withdrawn carefully, leaving Tim with a feeling of vague emptiness,
although his cock continued to be held gently as it lost some of its
rigidity. "Come on young Tim" Mr Samuels said, "we'd better get you dressed
now." While Tim stood submissively, Mr Samuels pulled up his briefs and
trousers, zipped him up, and clutched his still trembling body in an
affectionate hug. As he stroked the boy's soft blond hair he said "Thank
you, Tim, for letting me do that for you -- it was a real privilege. And I
think you liked it too, didn't you?" Tim nodded and replied "Thank you too
Sir. It was awesome. And you were right -- MUCH better when someone does it
for you." Mr Samuels put a finger under the boy's chin and lifted his face
so he could look into his eyes. "You're a very special and VERY sexy boy,
Tim. And I'd love to do that again for you any time you want." "I don't
think I'm anything special Sir, but I'd love for you to do it again too."

Later that night, as Tim lay in bed, he realised he had a lot to think
about. There was that new sensation of Mr Samuels' thumb massaging that
spot inside his bum which had really intensified his orgasm. Of course he
had seen stuff on porn sites where guys were fucking each other, but he had
assumed that it was just about the pleasure the guy who was doing the
fucking got from it. But as he thought about it more he realised that the
guys being fucked seemed to be enjoying it too. Was it because the cock
doing the fucking was pushing against that spot where Mr Samuels' thumb had
been, he wondered? He had always felt a bit turned off watching a big cock
being rammed into another guy's arse -- thinking that it must hurt like
fuck! Now he wasn't quite so alarmed by the idea, and decided that he would
watch more closely in future. Perhaps he would try it on himself with
something the right sort of shape, but maybe smaller - something like a
carrot -- and perhaps if it was made slippery with something like cooking
oil it wouldn't hurt at all. And he wondered what it would be like to
actually touch another person's cock, and even suck on it like Simon and
Ken had done to him. With such thoughts jumbling around in his brain Tim
finally fell asleep in his usual position -- on his side with one hand
holding his penis.

Saturday morning and Tim was awake early. His mind was full of anticipation
for his meeting up with Simon and Ken. He hoped they would want to do what
they did in the toilets -- both suck him at the same time, one on his cock
and the other on his balls. Each time he thought about how that had felt he
got a hardon. But he had his anxieties too. Would they be disappointed that
his cock was so small, even when hard, or that he had so little hair down
there? He knew there were guys who preferred boys like him, but maybe the
attraction of him in the toilets was just a one-off and they would rather
really have big adult cocks and balls to play with. He didn't want to
disappoint them and wondered how he could make himself seem sexier. Mr
Samuels said he thought he was sexy and special, but maybe he was one of
those men who particularly like boys Tim's age, but for Simon and Ken he
might be just a bit of a diversion and they really liked big hunky guys
best.

After he had a shower he was trying to decide what to wear. He thought he
had nice-looking legs so he decided on shorts, especially as it promised to
be quite a warm day. He tried on a pair of gym shorts from last year. They
were quite figure-hugging round the bum, but the legs were quite loose and
short, exposing most of his thighs. Feeling very naughty, he decided he
wouldn't wear any briefs, figuring that if they wanted to get inside his
shorts it would make it easier. His Mum was working the weekend shift at
the estate agents so he knew he had the whole day to do whatever he wanted,
and he told her he was meeting up with some friends -- which was true to a
certain extent. He obviously didn't tell her that they were two adult
friends who he hoped would want to do sexy things to him!

He was twenty minutes early at the bus stop where he'd agreed to meet
Simon. He sat on the nearby bench and watched the people passing by. Now
that he suspected that he was actually quite attractive to certain men, he
noticed that a few who passed by gave him more attention than others. He
wondered what they were thinking as they stared at his bare thighs, or the
two inch gap he exposed between the waistband of his shorts and the hem of
his T-shirt while pretending to scatch an itch on his tummy. Were they
imagining what he would look like naked? Or even maybe how much they'd like
to touch him or suck his cock! Just those thoughts were enough for his cock
to start to stiffen, which he made no effort to hide -- enjoying even more
how some men tried to pretend that they weren't staring at his crotch!

A small red car pulled up beside him and he saw a man lean over to open the
passenger door from the inside. Of course Tim hadn't really had a proper
look at Simon's face before, but he was pretty sure that the guy in the car
was him -- confirmed when he called out "Hi Tim. Get in quick before I get
in trouble for stopping at a bus stop". As they pulled away from the kerb
Simon glanced over. "Wow! Even sexier than I remember! You look good enough
to eat!" Tim felt himself blush furiously and thought that eating him was
exactly what he hoped! But he just said "Thank you, but I'm nothing special
really." "Well I think you are, and I'm sure Ken will think the same."
Simon reached across and dropped a hand on Tim's bare thigh, causing him to
gasp and tense up, but he soon relaxed and enjoyed the touch -- even more
so when Simon's fingers stroked up the silky skin to the hem of Tim's
shorts. "Remember what I said on the phone Tim? Whatever we do must be only
what you want. Anything that you're uncomfortable with or unsure about you
must tell us and it stops straight away. Ken and I both get our pleasure
from giving boys like you as much pleasure as we can, understand Tim?" The
boy nodded, and was acutely aware of the fingertips that were softly
stroking his inner thigh, so close to his balls. His penis was already
fully erect inside his shorts, and Simon glanced across and noticed the
outline in the thin fabric. He moved his hand to gently grasp it, and Tim
let out a soft moan and spread his legs a little, hoping that Simon would
explore a bit more. But they were about to pass a parked double-decker bus,
and anyone on the top deck would be able to look down and see what Tim's
hand was up to, so he moved it back to the steering wheel. By now Tim was
so turned on that he wouldn't have really cared much if people saw! But
Simon pointed ahead and said "There's Ken. Because this car is only a
two-door, you'll have to get out so one of you can get in the back, but
you'll have to be careful about that nice hardon you've got going there --
it's pretty obvious! Ken won't mind of course, but other people might be a
bit shocked!"

Tim opened the door and climbed out. Ken said "Hi Tim. Glad you could make
it." He pulled him close in a hug and spoke quietly in his ear. "You're
looking very sexy Tim, especially with that hardon poking out the front of
your shorts. Has Simon had a feel already?" Tim just grinned and nodded,
then tilted the passenger seat forward so he could clamber into the
back. As he did so he felt a hand, Ken's he guessed, insert itself between
his thighs from behind and fondle his balls. "O yes, very nice Tim, and
we're going to have such fun together aren't we Simon." "We sure are! And
I've already told Tim about the rules -- that we do nothing that he doesn't
want, that right Tim?" Tim nodded again as Ken climbed into the back to sit
beside him.

"My house is only about 5 minutes away, so you've a little time to get
better acquainted," Simon said as he pulled away from the kerb. One of
Ken's hands immediately slid across onto Tim's bare thigh, then into his
lap to feel Tim's erection through his shorts. With the other he grasped
Tim's wrist and pulled it over to his own lap. Tim could feel the big, hard
adult cock through the jeans and gave it a tentative squeeze. Speaking in
hardly more than a whisper, and close enough to Tim's ear that he could
feel the man's breath, Ken asked "Have you touched a man's cock before
Tim?" Tim shook his head and gave it another gentle squeeze and felt it
pulse strongly between his fingers. Ken sighed and slid his fingers up
inside Tim's shorts leg to directly fondle his balls. "O my!" he exclaimed,
"Guess what Simon -- Tim's going commando so I guess that's a sure sign
that he's keen!" Tim blushed furiously, but realised that he had made the
right choice! "You really liked what we both did to you in the toilets,
didn't you Tim? You know, when we both sucked you at the same time?" Tim
just nodded, and kept his hand in Ken's lap. "And that's why you came
today, isn't it? Because you want us to do it again?" As he said this, Ken
had reached further up into Tim's shorts, and the boy had opened his legs
further to make it easier. He gasped as he felt fingertips touch his stiff
cock which twitched strongly in response. "Don't worry Tim. Simon and I
would love to do that again, and other stuff we know you're going to like,
but this time without that wall in the way." Tim squeaked as those fingers
closed and stroked up and down his cock, and his own hand became busier in
Ken's lap.

They had reached a street of new-looking 'town houses', each of 3
storeys. At ground level there was a garage door which opened automatically
when Simon pressed a button on a hand-held remote, and he drove straight in
and the door lowered behind them. At the far end of the garage was an open
door which was obviously a laundry room and another that would probably
lead outside. Simon led the way though a door to the left into a kitchen --
all shiny worktops and stainless steel appliances -- and at the far end a
dining area with a large glass-topped table surrounded by eight chairs, and
glass sliding doors leading to a patio and lawned garden beyond. "There's a
loo through that door if you need it," said Simon to Tim, "but this house
has got so many loos I lose count!" he joked. "Living room's on the next
floor", and he led the way up some stairs followed by Tim, then Ken, who
was ogling Tim's delicious little bum. He couldn't resist reaching out and
giving it a little squeeze, which made Tim jump, then giggle. Furnished
with expensive-looking leather furniture and low glass-topped tables, the
floor was pale green carpet and there were abstract paintings on the walls,
a cabinet holding bottles and glasses and a large screen TV with an
expensive audio system beneath it. At the far end sliding glass doors led
onto a balcony overlooking the garden, and an open door revealed a smaller
room with a desk, bookshelves and computer. "That other door there is --
yes you've guessed it -- another loo! The bedrooms and bathrooms, and more
loos, are upstairs again. I don't need a gym -- all these stairs keep me
fit!"

Ken, obviously quite at home here, had taken a seat at the end of a long
settee, and gestured for Tim to come and sit beside him. Simon sat the
other side. "This is more comfortable than the market toilets isn't it Tim?
But none of my loos have holes in the walls!" Tim giggled again, then
gasped as each man laid a hand on both his thighs. "Remember what we said
Tim -- anything you're not happy about just say so," and he moved his hand
up into Tim's lap and felt the boy's cock get instantly get fully
erect. Ken slid his hand between the boy's legs, which Tim swung open, to
fondle his balls. "You OK so far?" Simon asked, and Tim closed his eyes,
sighed and nodded.

"Stand up Tim," Simon quietly instructed, and he positioned the boy
directly in front of him. Ken also stood and took up position behind
Tim. "Ken and I would love to have a good look at you, naked is best. Is it
OK if we undress you?" He looked down at the floor and, although a little
embarrassed, nodded shyly, and was acutely aware of the tent his stiff cock
was making in his shorts. While Ken steadied him from behind Simon lifted
first one foot, then the other and removed his trainers and socks. Ken took
the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up while Tim obligingly lifted his
arms so it could be taken right off. Both men began to stroke his chest and
tummy and sides, and Tim thought he might collapse with the intimacy of it
-- especially when he felt fingertips brush over his nipples. He'd never
really thought about them being sensitive before, but now it was as if
there was some sort of direct connection between them and his genitals. His
cock was twitching and his balls were drawn up tight to his body, and he
had an urgent need to be touched there. "OK if I take these off now?" asked
Simon, leaning forward to take the waistband between his fingers. Tim was
panting with lust and nodded furiously. They slid down and Simon pulled the
front out so the waistband didn't get caught up on the boy's
erection. Right down to his ankles and Tim stepped out of them. He was now
completely naked and placed his feet apart for better balance. Ken ran his
hands down Tim's sides to his hips, then onto the cheeks of his small tight
bum and round to his tummy and up over his chest. Simon sat back a little
and allowed his eyes to drink in the boy's beauty, and focused in on that
steely hard and slightly quivering cock. Maybe a fraction over four inches
and with a partially retracted foreskin to reveal the slightly darker hue
of the shiny taut skin of the glans, it had an upward curve that made it
appear even more rampant. His balls were clutched tightly against his body
and as he watched intently, Simon saw Ken's hand reach through from behind,
between the boy's legs to stroke fingers around the tight sac, which caused
Tim to shiver with expectation.

"My God you're beautiful!" breathed Simon, " and SOO sexy! Has anyone told
you before how incredibly sexy you are?" Tim remembered Mr Samuels calling
him sexy, but there was no way he was going to tell these two men about
that! When Simon stretched out his hand and wrapped his fingers around that
o-so-hard penis, Tim thought he was going to faint with pleasure and threw
his head back and let forth a long moan. The little lips at the tip gaped
slightly and the tiny pink tube glistened slightly in the light. Simon held
the rod quite firmly at the base and milked up the length. A teardrop of
clear fluid appeared. Simon groaned with lust and his mouth watered. He
held the rod still, leaned in and licked away the little jewel. His taste
buds exploded as he savoured the very slightly tart flavour. When Tim felt
the tongue on his sensitive knob he knees very nearly gave way, but he was
supported from behind by Ken's arms -- one around his chest and the hand
between his legs. "Please please!" he croaked, and Simon slid his lips
slowly, so very slowly, down the four and a bit inches to the base, then
applied suction as he slid them back up. His whole body was trembling and
his cock twitched inside Simon's warm mouth as he sucked up and down the
length at a gradually increasing tempo. "Make me cum -- please make me
cum!" the boy pleaded. "All in good time sweet boy" Simon responded, and
encouraged Tim to kneel on the settee, straddling his waist and pushing his
cock into his mouth. Leaning forward and supporting himself with his hand
on the back of the settee, Tim started to move his hips back and forth,
effectively fucking Simon's face, Ken knelt on the floor behind the boy and
parted his bum cheeks with his hands. Tim felt breath and then warm wetness
as Ken licked with the flat of his tongue from behind the tight scrotum,
across the boy's perineum, and up the crease to his quivering hole. Tim
cried out "OH!... Oh! ... Oh! ..." as that slippery tongue poked and
penetrated into his sphincter and beyond. Tim recalled Mr Samuels fingering
him there, but this was even more intense. Simon opened his mouth wide and
captured the whole of Tim's scrotum into his mouth along with his pulsing
penis and sucked and pulled as though he wanted to suck them off his body
-- the mix of slight pain and intense pleasure causing young Tim to cry out
again and again -- while Ken's tongue stabbed with increasing rapidity into
his anus. Tim plunged his hips back and forth into Simon's sucking mouth,
and back against Ken's mouth and tongue. He was totally out of control and
his whole body convulsed and shook as his orgasm rapidly built. "I'm gonna
... gonna ... CUM! NOW!" and the men redoubled their efforts, their moans
sending delicious vibrations where their mouths worked furiously, and Tim
yielded his body to the inevitable. A deep animalistic growl accompanied a
tumultuous eruption as the muscles in his groin convulsed and forced a
violent jet of semen into Simon's mouth, and Ken's probing tongue was
gripped simultaneously by contractions by the boy's sphincter. It went on
and on -- continuing long after the jets of semen ceased, but eventually
all three came down to earth again. Tim's body still shook as the men
withdrew their mouths and Ken sat on the settee and between them they
hugged and caressed Tim's shaking body, stroking his face and hair and
kissing away the tears that streamed down his cheeks. He clung to them like
a limpet but gradually started to relax.

"So, sexy boy, how was that?" whispered Ken into Tim's ear. "It was ... it
was... it was ... pretty good actually!" croaked Tim. "PRETTY GOOD! Is that
all you can say!" Tim giggled. "Well actually it was by far the best thing
that's ever happened to me really", and he stretched his face up to each in
turn and kissed their cheeks. "Thank you" he whispered.

After a few minutes Tim sat up, a naked boy between two fully clothed
adults. "Um ..." he mumbled and looked down as if too embarrassed to say
what he wanted. "Come on lad. Um ... what? Spit it out!" said Simon. "Well
... um ... " and his voice dropped to a whisper. "I want to see yours now
-- both of yours," and he reached out to their laps either side, felt their
cocks in their trousers and gave them both a squeeze. "Of course you can
Tim. Why don't we go up to my bedroom -- it'll be even more comfortable
there."

(To be continued ....)