Date: Mon, 08 Nov 2021 12:14:09 +0000 From: Trev1949 Subject: Jack Jr. And Little Willie-2 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. All comments welcome. Gay - Adult-Youth: M+/t+, oral, anal - - - - - Jack Jr. And Little Willie 2 Alan loved to be tickled out of his Scout uniform, and Paul, his father, loved to capture the weekly event on film or video tape. "That's it, Kevin," Paul said. "Don't show him any mercy. Tickle him all over." "It's hard, Paul," I said, as Alan and I wrestled around on top of the sleeping bags. "Your cock's always hard, Kevin," Paul said, laughing at the double entendre. "But don't let that stop the tickle attack. The Wriggler is still half-dressed, so get him naked." "It ain't that easy," I said. "Alan knows all the tricks." The tickle attack lasted another ten minutes, and only came to an end when Alan's stiffy entered my mouth. I so wanted to turn him over and fuck his arsehole, but sucking his cock was just as rewarding, and far less demanding. Paul was a professional cameraman, and had a garage full of photographic equipment. He was testing out a new video camera, which was on loan from a Japanese company. He could see its potential for making home-made porn, but the equipment was far too heavy and cumbersome to use. Tom, who was a professional cameraman for a rival company, was testing out two smaller video cameras. He too liked the idea of video, but was thinking of going back to 16mm film for home-made porn. "Okay, boys," Paul said. "This monster needs a new cassette, so take a break and get ready for the next scene." The next scene depicted me tying Alan up with rope. I liked the idea of tying the boy up and tickling his ribcage. He laughed like a silly schoolgirl, so I kept the tickle torture going for quite some time. "Stop it, Kev," Alan pleaded, with tears in his eyes. "Suck on my cock instead." I went down on the boy and sucked in his rigid stem. He began to moan and groan with uncontrollable pleasure, so I kept at it. "That's it, Kevin," Paul said. "He looks so sexy and vulnerable like that. Bring him off to a dry climax, and try not to get in the camera's way." "Okie Dokie," I said, when I came up for air. I redoubled my efforts and watched Alan's body go rigid with excitement. I squeezed my own cock and wished that I was being sucked off by a Boy Scout. Paul fell silent as he watched me work on his son's cock. The rope restraints prevented Alan from touching his cock, so I was his only hope. My fingers and tongue kept his cock straining for relief. I just couldn't believe my luck - the 11-year-old beauty was totally at my mercy; then seconds later he wasn't. "Lummy!" Alan snapped. "That was fuckin' great! Fuck-in' great!" I sat back and watched the boy go crazy over his dry-climax. His restrained body shuddered and stiffened, and then bounced around on the sleeping bags. "Untie him, Kevin," Paul ordered. "And be quick about it. He might be having a fit." "Nah," I said, smiling. "I bounce around like that sometimes." Paul smiled and switched the video camera off. ~ ~ ~ The next day, Alan and I were again in Scout uniform. However, this time around we were both being tickled into submission by Paul and Tom. The two men were getting us ready for a gang-bang. The Scout hut was alive with Alan's regular fans. Paul liked to have another boy present, to help take the pressure off his son's rear end. Usually Brian, Danny or Mark would be called upon to strip off and bend over for the tailenders. "Hiya, Bill," Paul said to the latest newcomer. "This is young Kevin, on loan from Jack." "He looks real smart in that uniform, Paul," Bill said. "Is he an all-rounder or just a cock-sucker?" "He's an all-rounder," Tom replied. "And he's ultra-ticklish." Alan and I smiled as Tom adjusted my woggle. Bill was the last man to enter the hut that afternoon. He shut the door and locked it. The eight men inside the hut split into two groups. Paul, Tom and Uggie remained fully clothed as the others stripped off completely. I just stared at the five hard-standing cocks in front of me, and then touched as many as I could during the tickle attack. Alan and I went into fits of laughter as the men tickled us out of our uniforms. There were hands everywhere. Bill and Roy zeroed in on me as John, Matt and Owen targeted Alan. I kinda liked being pushed and pulled about as I sucked cock. Bill was the first to finger-fuck my arsehole, and boy did he do a good job. "What a peach," he said, as he playfully bit my arse-cheeks. "I'm gonna enjoy fuckin' this arse." I pretended to fight the two men off as the sex-romp continued. Then, I saw Alan being bent over a table and fucked in rotation by his three fans. He begged for more as they rogered his "tunnel of love". Round and round the fuck-fest went, until Matt lost control and shed his load. "We had a good thing going there," Owen said to Matt. "It was nearly a record." John and Owen tried to restart the fuck-fest but quickly lost interest. This forced Owen to fuck Alan to a noisy finish, and then pull the plug to give John a chance to do the same. "What a fuck-up," John said. "But I came last, so I win." "Rematch!" Owen snapped. "Let's give Alan the chance to recover, then fuck him again." "No way," John said. "I won fair and square." The argument continued as Bill and Roy bent me over the table and fingered my arsehole. John and Owen were clearly angling for another fuck. A fan usually poked Alan once a month, so John and Owen were hoping to make a fuss and get double bubble this time around. I looked at Alan's arse and could see their reasoning. His lithe body and cute arse-cheeks were well worth the try. Paul knew the argument was a sham, so he gave John and Owen a stern look and dismissed the dispute out of hand. "Don't you fret, Kevin," Bill said. "Me and Roy like your arse better, so you're our favourite bum-boy today." I stayed bent over the table for quite some time. Bill went in first and took my breath away. He power-fucked my arse as the others cheered him on. Roy stepped up next and fucked me like a crazy man. The two men claimed me as their own, but still the others wanted a taste. Paul, Tom and Uggie stripped off and fucked me in rotation. I quickly lost count, so I didn't know who was pulling out or who was pushing in. The three men kept quiet as they took me on a long and sweaty ride. "What a trooper!" Uggie announced, as he pulled out and slapped my arse. "The boy's a star." After a quick wash down, Alan and I were dressed in everyday clothes and driven home in Paul's car. ~ ~ ~ The wooden Scout hut was the boy-lovers main meeting place. Its door and shuttered windows kept ordinary folk from seeing the 'special' Scouts kneeling down or bending over for their fans. It stood in a remote corner of the church grounds, so not many people heard the laughter coming from Tickle Troop. Paul called it his 'Laughing Place', and Tom called it his 'Tie-Up Base'. There were six Scouts in Tickle Troop, and we were always in great demand. I visited the hut two or three times a week and I never stayed in my uniform for very long. Bill and Roy were very picky, so not every fan got to toy with my naughty bits. I really liked being a member of the Scout troop, but Jack had other plans for me in the summer of 1975. ~ ~ ~ "Welcome to my humble abode, Kevin," Lionel said, as he opened the front door. "Jack has told me so much about you." "Hello, sir," I said. "I hope he hasn't told you too much." Lionel smiled and beckoned me inside the house. "You can strip off upstairs and freshen up in the bathroom. Come down when you're ready to meet the gang. We'll all be in the living-room." The living-room was abuzz with chatter when I came down from the bathroom. Two groups of naked men were discussing Single-Lens Reflex cameras and Twin-Lens Reflex cameras. It was totally surreal. The four-man group were pro-SLR cameras and the five-man group were pro-TLR cameras. No one was taking any notice of a naked 14-year-old schoolboy. "C'mon, lads," Lionel said. "The main course is here, so stop talking shop." "Ah, what a beauty!" said a wiry old man. "He looks so young and sexy." "This is young Kevin," Lionel announced. "He's on loan from Jack, so don't go breaking his arse. A whack from Jack isn't pleasant. Just ask Sammy." "He caught me off guard," said an indignant SLR man. "He knocked you out with a tap," said a man standing on my right. "He's a toughy, so steer clear." Lionel reached down and caressed my ball-sac, and almost immediately my cock began to twitch and harden. I looked around the room and saw a good selection of semi-erect cocks, all waiting to be licked into shape by me. By the time Lionel had left the room, to fetch his camera, I was already on my knees and sucking cock. "Kevin is going to suck on every cock in the house," said a wafer-thin man on my left, "so stop all the pushing and shoving. Just wait for Frank to finish his turn." "Nice one, boy," said Frank, as he eased his cock out of my mouth. "You can suck on my dick any time you want." He then rubbed his wet cock-head across my face, before he stepped back to let Sammy take his place. I gulped and took in Sammy's shiny cock-head. "Keep sucking those cocks, Kev," Lionel said. "I want to capture everyone of them todgers on film." My jaws ached by the time I had sucked on every cock in the house, bar my own. I loved fingering all those wrinkled ball-sacs and stiff stems. I was in such demand, and it made me feel so special. Frank noticed that my cock was pulsing even harder when I brought the wafer-thin man off to a noisy climax. I gulped down his seed and gently squeezed his ball-sac, trying to extract every last drop. His cock was the best of the bunch. It was uncut and had an upward curve, like a coat hook. It wasn't the longest or the thickest, but it was my favourite. And the man reminded me of my art teacher, Mr. Roberts, so I felt really naughty sucking on his seven-inch stem. I managed to swallow four loads of spunk that day, so that removed four arse-humps from my list. After a ten-minute break, I was spread out on the carpet, face down, and lubed up with Vaseline. It was Frank who won the honour of humping me first. He nailed my arse and began power-fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I was sweating profusely as his hairy ball-sac slapped hard against my arse-cheeks. "He looks real sexy," said a man named George, "all spread out like that." "And ultra-submissive," Lionel added. "Just like that Danny kid. His arsehole is truly fuckable." "Yep," said the wiry old man. "His arse is a magnet for old bummers like us." Frank's first jets of spunk hit my innards without warning. He groaned into my ear, and then continued pumping away. He was well past his climax, but still he kept fucking me. The man was a sex machine. "Keep going, Frank," George said. "The boy needs a good fuckin'." When Frank finally pulled the plug, I was well and truly out of it. I was soaking wet, boiling hot, and in need of a respite. "Good show, Frank," George said. "Right! Doug's up next?" Doug clambered aboard and began hammering away at my arsehole. I was still sweating profusely as his stem piston-fucked my innards. He was just as aggressive as Frank, but lacked his friend's stamina. Also, his love of schoolboy arse had clearly triggered a premature climax. The man was so into my "sexy little bum". George was next up. He took an age to get going; but once up and running, he just kept going. His rhythmic pounding reminded me of Frank's arse-fucking technique, so to help out, I spread my legs wider to accommodate his magical thrusts. "Pour some water over the back of his neck," George said. "We need to cool him down a bit. It's like fucking a furnace down here." "That's the little devil in him," Lionel said. "He's hot stuff." Sammy wiped me down with a flannel as Frank poured the water. I was so grateful for their intervention. "I do like a tight arse," said a man named Colin, as his cock entered my arsehole. "And this one feels nice and tight." I was sweating like a pig as another roll of film was changed out. Colin took me for a really long ride, and fucked me like a crazy man. "Aarrgghh! .... Fuck yeah! .... What a hole!" Colin bellowed. "The boy's magic. Fuckin' magic." My hips were just as sore as my arsehole by the time Colin withdrew his cock from my inner sanctum. I was then sent to the bathroom to get cleaned up. "See you again next Saturday, Lionel said, as he waved me goodbye. "And don't be late."