Date: Sat, 20 May 2023 05:06:41 +0000 (UTC) From: "drivercolt@yahoo.com" Subject: Jason Learns to be a Cumslut Part 6 Jason Learns to be a Cumslut Part 6 (MMMtt, anal, oral, some WS) Jason's first outing with the Amiculus Guild - the remote Retreat continues. The Key party is continuing .... Gay Adult/Youth If you like any of the Nifty stories, and can afford it then send it in and help sustain Nifty with your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is the sixth part of my first contribution to a web site, so I would love to read what you think and what you'd like to see happen in future parts. drivercolt (at) ya hoo (dot) com The early part of the story is largely true, (Or close to it). Midway through writing part 1, my imagination took over and rather than just writing what happened to me when I was a youngster, I added to the story to make it more fun to read and take a feed from my debauched imagination. Apart from what happens to "Jason" (it's supposed to be me but that's not my name) there's no similarity to anyone living or dead unless it's purely coincidental. Most things that happen are either totally from my imagination or are real but exaggerated by my debauched imagination. But there's nothing in this story, in this part or any future parts that I'd have objected to at the time, nor would I now. Also, it's all from my own imagination. Any resemblance to any other story is purely coincidental. Previously ..... After learning about what happens in sleazy public toilets in remote/secluded areas of public parks, Jason Griffiths became a 12 year old gloryhole hog. One of his friends there was 60 year old Geoff, who arranged for him to spend some days and weekends at his place supposedly gardening, but in fact learning about the great fun men can have togehter playing with their cocks and the openings in their bodies. As a result, Jason was introduced to a debauchery club called The Amiculus Guild. It existed merely as a means of giving older pervert men a cover for their activities having sex with early teen boys. Jason was inducted at an obscene ceremony where he had one cock after another stuffed up his ass and into his mouth, he swallowed so much spunk, for days any time he burped he tasted it and it was dribbling out of his asshole. He loved it, even though he was a bit sore for a week. Now, some weeks later, he has joined a Retreat for perverts and cockhounds everywhere held at a remote country site next to a beach. No one will accidentally find them, because it's so remote, but the rainforest, and the pastureland, and sand dunes and beach with great surf make it an ideal place to stay. The guests are all men or boys and range in age from 82 down to 9. They are all available for perverted sex between the generations. On the second night of the Retreat, there is to be a key party, ( an idea lifted from the heterosexual swinging community ) with the purpose being to give everyone a chance to get hot and nasty with lots of people they might not otherwise get to meet at the retreat ... Now read on ... The next call on the key party was two men I recognised. The principal of my school, Mr Williams, and Mr Barnard, one of the teachers. They were both naked and sporting super hard and leaking boners, just like all the other men at this retreat. It was unusual, to say the least, to see some of the staff of my school in such lewd horny status but they let themselves into the cabin i had been temporarily allocated for the key party. They seemed pleasantly surprised to see me waiting for them. I was lying naked on my back on the bed with my legs spread out as wide as i could get them and holding my rigid cock pointng at the ceiling. Mr Williams looked at me lustfyully, pulled hs hard cock down then let it go with a slapping sound as it flipped up and hit his stomach just at the belly button. I noticed that both men had shaved their pubes completely bald. "You can go first, Artie," said Mr Barnard as he went to sit on the side chair. He sat down on the chair with his legs spread out wide and his dick pointing at the ceiling, a dribble of pre-cum running down it, indicating how ready he was for a fuck. Mr Williams. the Principal, lay on his back on the bed, and spread his legs out. Told me to kneel between his knees and put some oil on my hands. "Now slide them up and down - but don't make me cum, boy. Just jack me off till I tell you to stop. We'll see how long you can keep me close." He gave me a bottle of lube and i squirted some on my hands, then rubbed them together to spread the lube all over my hands. Then grasping his cock with both hands i started sliding them up and down his cock. It wasn't all that long but it was quite thick and felt wonderful in my hands. I wondered how many school kids got to play with their principal's cocks. My hands made a horny sounding squelching noise as they slid up and down. "Slowly boy, I told you i dont want to cum yet. Move your hands slowly." As Mr Barnard slowly slid his own hands up and down on his big hard cock he was asking me questions. "Are you enjoying the retreat, Jason?" "Oh fuck yes!!" i answered. "You dont mind all the perverted things the men here want to do?" "No, sir I love it. I love the perverted games and nasty filthy sex.." "Do you like cocks up your ass, Jason?" "Yes sir. I was a bit scared it would hurt at first but after a few times I love it." "You dont mind all the different men fucking you?" "No sir it's fucking hot. All the different cocks. I love it. I wish i could stay here all the time. " "haha well Mr Williams and I have some ideas how we can help you with this. We'll telk about it when we get back to school. In the mean time lets have a huddle." He stood up and so did Mr Williams and we gathered in a group hug, the three of us in the middle of the floor. We had a 3-way kiss with tongues exchanging spit and each of us with one hand on someone else's rock hard prick, stroking it gently so as not to make its owner cum yet. Mr Barnard broke the huddlel saying "My turn up this little slut's cunt Artie. Jason bend over and spread your ass wide open for me so I can see your sloppy fucking cunt." I thought hearing a teacher using such filthy language was hot as hell as I reached behind me and used both hands to spread my ass wide for him. He pushed 3 fingers up my hole and said "You are sloppy with cum Jason, you filthy little pervert slut. That's what you are arent you - a filthy, perverted little slut." "Yes sir," i replied. "Is that ok? Do you mind?" "No Jason, that's what we like, don't we Artie. The nastier the better." The Principal lay back on the bed, spread his legs wide and stretched them back so i thought he was almost about to break in half! His asshole was gaping wide and i could see some dribbles of spunk oozing out of his ass. He said "get that slutty little tongue in my ass and lick me Jason. Eat some of that sperm out of me." I didnt need to be told twice. I moved so i could get my mouth over Mr Williams asshole. Mr Barnard slid out of me when i did that but he was sliding his cock back in me almost immediately and i felt like I was in depraved heaven. My tongue in my school principal's fuckhole and the teacher's cock buried to the hilt in my asshole, about to top up my storage pool of spunk. I could taste the cum coming out of Mr WIlliams's ass, and it made my cock throb to realise i had no idea who's cum it was and i didnt care. I was wallowing in this debauchery and wished it could continue forever. It felt like a wonderful dream to be used like a boy whore. The men traded places a couple of times back and forth. While Mr Williams was fucking me up the ass, he slid his hands up and down on my rock-hard prick. As if by script, we all came at around the same time. Mr Williams first, filling my ass with his cum. Then he pulled out so Mr Barnard could fuck my ass again, and Mr Williams gave me his cock to suck clean. Mr Barnard was still shooting spunk up my ass when his stroking on my cock made me shoot too. My cum was under so much pressure it sprayed all the way to Mr Williams and splashed on his chest as he was pushing his slimy cock into my mouth. The three of us fell onto the bed, exhausted after our exertions, but because of the chemicals in the food and water at the retreat, our cocks were still throbbing hard and sticking straight up. Mr Williams said, "Jason you love being a cockhound pervert dont you." "Yes sir, I do." "Well we both think you would enjoy an after school activity we supervise for a few select boys and a couple of other teachers every Thursday after school. We have dirty naked cock and ass fun together for a couple of hours. Does that sound like something you'd like?" "Yes but my mother would wonder where i am." "We'll sort that out, Jason. We'll send her a letter saying you're invited to join a special study group for a weekly extra class, and we'll make sure you are driven home safely afterwards. You'll take care of that won't you Mr Barnard?" "Yes of course Artie. You write the letter and I'll deliver it and talk to Jason's mother. It wont be a problem. What do you say, Jason?" I grinned and stroked my cock as I said, "Yes please!" As if it was scripted, the signal sounded for another change and Mr Williams and Mr Barnard each gave me a sloppy deep tongue kiss and groped my cock one more time, then left, soon to join the last change of the key party. As the sunrise was starting to turn the black sky to a shade of dark blue, the door to my temporary cabin opened and two men entered. I was lying on the bed on my back, masturbating slowly, not wanting to cum just yet. I had my legs in the air so my asshole was open for anyone to see. One of the men was in his 40s, with a moustache and a hairy chest, but a crotch shaved completely bald around his hard, red slippery cock The other man was silver haired, balding, wearing glasses in his 70s. He too had a bald crotch that made his erect cock all the more obscene as he walked around stroking it. The younger man said "Hello, I'm Bill, you're Jason aren't you?" "Hello Bill," I replied, also stroking my boner. "Yes I'm Jason." "He's the boy I told you about, Dad. The one who's such a cumeating slut." "Oh so HE's the one! Hello Jason, you can call me Gramps. Are you enjoying this retreat, young man?" I grinned from ear to ear. "Oh yes I am Gramps. I'm loving it all." To emphasise the point, i spread my legs wide and reached behind me with both hands to pull my ass wide open for them. I pressed both index fingers up my asshole and pulled my cunt open. The fact that these two men were father and son made it totally thrilling for me. Even more perverted! (When I think about it now, with years of wisdom and adulthood under my belt, I am surprised how quickly I took to this debauched lifestyle. I was pretty naive when i first started going to the toilet block after school and now here I was in a key party getting fucked all through the night by strangers. And loving it. ) Bill obviously thought the action should start, so he said, "You fuck him first Dad. And you can suck me while you do the dirty little slut." "Thank you Son," said Gramps and he climbed up on the bed between my legs. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them up towards my head and wide apart. Then he guided his cock to my hole and started pushing. He didnt pause he just shoved his dick right up me to the hiltin a single strong thrust. Meanwhile Billl straddled my face, pulled his ass cheeks apart and squatted down over my mouth so I could lick his asshole. He tasted of ass juices and spunk. Gramps bent forward and started sucking his son's cock, making a loud slurping sound as he did so. It can't have been more than 2 minutes since they entered the cabin, total strangers to me. Gramps made slow, deep thrusts into me, clearly wanting to make the fuck last as long as possible I reached up and tweaked one of his nipples and he groaned with pleasure at that. So i tweaked both of them.. "Oh yes, boy I like that" he said. Gramps was synchronising his cock up my ass with his son's cock in his mouth. Before either of them came, they traded places and i got Bill's fat cock in my ass. His cock wasn't longer than his dads, but it was thicker quite noticeably. It made me feel soo full and stretched. If i hadn't taken so many cocks up my ass already at this retreat it would probably have hurt like hell. But it felt wonderful. l Meantime, Gramps squated over my face giving me his asshole to lick and suck and Bill sucked on his cock. Suddenly Gramps announced he was going to cum, and Bill sat up. He said "Cum on the fucking slut's body, Dad." So Gramps pointed his beautiful cock at my belly just in time for his spunk to jet out at me It went in rivulets over my chest and stomatch and just as his orgasm was finishing, Bill pulled his cock out of my ass and spunked on me from the other direction. I now had streams of spunk criss-crossing my chest and stomach. Gramps said "Jason lets you and me both lick Bill's cock. One on each side." That sounded good fun to me, so Gramps got on Bill's left side and I got on his right and we started slurping up and down Bill's rigid cock. I could taste the juices of numerous asses and other people's sperm and wathced as Gramps licked Bill's cock too. When we reached the tip of hte cock our tongue pressed into each others mouths and we had deep tongue kiss, exchanging spit and cum. Then we returned to licking Bill's erection, all the way down to his shaved balls. Bill reached out to both sides and held onto our cocks. He started stroking them slowly as we feasted on his prick.. Gramps said "I have one more thing to ask of you, you filthy slut. I want you to ram your cock up my ass hard and fuck me till you cum up my cunt. Fill me up with spunk. i want to feel your young schoolboy sperm sloshing around in my hole." He got on his knees on the bed, then put his head down till his forehead rested on the cum-stained sheet, and reached back to pull his ass cheeks apart. His hole had obviously had good use through the key party but i wasn't to be put off by that. If anything it was so nasty and indecent it turned me on a lot and i coudnt wait to get up on the bed behind him and shove my prick right in his old asshole. It felt like my hardon was sliding on melted butter as it made squishing sounds, sliding up his colon. While i made grunting noises plunging my dick up Grandpa's ass, his son was on his back underneath him sucking his dribbling cock. Granpa's asshole was clenching and relaxing around my cock as I fucked him. I felt like i had my cock in a tight glove filled with warm whipped cream. His anus was squeezing my cock and all the spunk in his ass from the evening's fucking felt wonderful. Finally i could feel it happening. My balls couldn't hold back any more. They swelled up, contracted and my whole body shook as i came and emptied my cum into Grandpa's man cunt with all the other loads he'd gathered. Right about then, he squirted his own cum into Bill's mouth, who swallowed it greedily. As if on cue, the signal sounded for the end of the party. I said my thanks to Gramps and Bill, and said i thought I needed to hit my pillow and get some sleep. "OH no you don't want to do that," said Bill. "You'll miss breakfast and the show afterwards. It's something you wont want to miss. If you hear about it afterwards and you missed it you'll be kicking yourself, trust me. Come on, we'll all go over there together." He grabbed me by the cock and led me out the door. We sat down at one of the long tables in the hall. I was surprised that it seemed everyone was there, even after such a long night of fucking and sucking. We ate a breakfast far larger than I normally had - bacon, eggs, home fries, pancakes, toast, fruit juice (Bill asked me if i liked the juice and i said it tasted a bit different to the orange juice i normally had for breakfast. He said thats because it is mixed with fresh piss from a couple of volunteers! I was shocked and recoiled at this news but after thinking about it for a minute or two decided it was totally perverted and thats what i loved so much and it didnt taste as bad as i might have expected. In fact i quite liked it! ) When everyone had finished eating and was sipping on coffee (I had a hot chocolate) Father Kevin stood up and tapped the microphone. "Good morning everyone, I hope you had a restful night." There was laughter and applause at that, because of course few people had any sleep at all. "It's good to see you all here so early. As usual we have an exhibition for you this morning. Then you can go about whatever you want to do - i suspect some of you might get some sleep to make up for last night." (More laughter) "While you relax and drink your coffee or tea, sit back and enjoy a show from a man who often makes an exhibition of himself here at our retreat, give a big round of applause for our oldest attendee, 82 year old BIll McMillan!" At this point, a strange sight appeared at the end of the table, and climbed up onto the table by means of some steps. He couldn't get up on the table any other way because first of all he was 82 years old, and second he was burdened by the heavy black 'habit' clothing of a nun. All the members hooted, hollered and wolf-whistled at him and applauded. He walked along the table, deftly side stepping any of the remnants of the breakfast and the coffee cups as he went, making ribald comments to the members and being ribbed in return as he went. Clearly he was a popular guy here and well known to most of the attendees. The show was off to a great start. When "Sister" McMillan reached the end of the table, he turned around and pulled the bottom of the habit up to his waist, and paraded back to the top end of the table again. We could all see he was wearing white cotton underwear, and they were struggling to hold his rock hard erection inside. He might be 82 but he was still sporting a very healthy hard-on. He made sure everyone got a good look at it as he paraded along the table. At the top of the table, he started a sexy striptease, pulling off the jet-black habit and throwing it aside, and the white starched headgear, and stood there with his arms outstretched, in the white cotton underwear, a large cross hanging around his neck and black thigh-high stockings. I had never seen a 82 year old man look so hot in my days. To great applause, and ribald comment, 82 year old "Sister" McMillan started massaging the big bulge in the front of the cotton whities, and a damp patch appeared at the end of the bulge, indicating how his cock was leaking already. Most of the members were stroking their cocks or the cocks of member sitting next to them. I was sitting between Bill and Grampa and htey both were feeling me up now. So i reached out either side of me and started stroking their slippery cocks. "Sister" McMillan pulled the waistband of his underwear down and tucked it under his balls. This released his hard-as-a-rock cock, to cheers and applause. It was a magnificent specimen, dripping pre-cum from the piss-slit. For an 82 year old man he was in great shape. He was slim but showed a few wrinkles, but not flabby like a lot of older people, completely hairless all over his body including his pubes. He paraded along the table again, stopping every few yards to let someone stand up and play with it or give it a suck. While this was happening, a couple of the volunteers brought some champagne bottles and put them on the table. Fr Kevin spoke into the microphone. "I'm sure you all know the deal but for those who are new here, if you need to have a piss you dont have to go to the bathroom, just piss into the champagne bottles we put on the table." Bill McMillan, who looked like everyone's grampa, was coming back along the table. He had pulled his underwear down to his knees. He stopped about 3 yards from me and kicked his underpants off. Then he squatted down, his cock sticking up magnificently. He turned and spread his knees wide, and pulled his ass cheeks wide open, displaying his asshole to the members to more whistling and cheers. Someone reached up and pushed three fingers into his cunt. He wiggled his ass back and forth to encourage whoever was doing it. A drop of pre-cum fell from the tip of his cock to the table. The oldest member at the retreat reached out and picked up the nearest champagne bottle on the table and put it down next to him. He squatted over it and pressed his asshole down onto the neck. To great applause and ribald comment, he slid down the neck of the bottle. Then to my total surprise, he stood up. With the bottle sticking out of his ass. He walked up the rest of the way to the top of the table without touching the bottle with his hands For an 82 year old man his cock was harder and more erect than most adults. It was thick and proud and hard enough to break glass, pointing to the ceiling. Father Kevin beckoned to Bill McMillan to come towards him. He indicated that he needed a piss, so the 82 year old pulled the bottle out of his ass and gave it to the clergyman pervert. Fr Kevin held his cock and pointed it at the neck of the bottle His stream of piss started almost immediately and about half filled the bottle. Bill stood up and taking the microphone said "God bless the holy fuckin perverted father and God bless his holy fucking perverted piss. Amen" Then he added "does anyone need a drink?" Three people said 'yes' and held up their glasses, so Bill went along the table again and shared the contents of the bottle with them. Bill wasn't done yet. Which was a good thing becaused based on the noise the members were making it was clear they wanted more. Bill took the cross from round his neck. It was a wooden carving. The long side of the cross was round, about a foot long, and an inch and a half in diameter. It had an ornate carving of Jesus on it. He knelt one knee on the table, and stretched his other leg as far out fo the side as he could, so his ass was stretched wide open. He spat onto the cross, and dipped it into the closest glass of piss he could reach the slowly pushed it up his mancunt. Then with the cross shoved up his ass he paraded up and down the table again, stopping every few yards to bend over and spread his asscheeks wide so members could fuck the cross in and out of his hole some more. Next Bill called out "Now I'd like to call up onto the platform, my grandson, Maxwell. Come on up here Max!" The 14 year old climbed up on the table to join his grandfather, and immediately fell to his knees in front and started sucking his granddad's cock. Fr Kevin announced "as you all know we approve of perversions here, so Max and Bill are going to show you how we think family relationships should be. Max is going to fuck his granddad." This news was met with applause and cheers. Bill got on his back on the table, with his ass pointed towards most of the members, and pulled his legs up above his body. he put his hands behing his thighs and pulled his ass cheeks apart and Max kneeled down ready to stick his hard dick up his granddad's asshole. "FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!" chanted the members eagerly. Max pulled the cross out of Bills ass and jammed his cock straight in all the way in one thrust. I was getting so excited watching this lewd exhibition and i felt a mouth sliding down my cock. It was Grandpa beside me sucking me slowly, knowing i must be on a hair trigger, and wanting to make it last. After watching the obscene exhibition his granddad had been putting on for us i wasn't the only one on a hair trigger. Max didnt take long to cum in his granddad's asshole either. Half way through cumming, Max pulled out so we could all see the ropes of semen stretching between his cock and his granddads cunt. Then Bill McMillan shoved the cross back up his asshole, and they swapped places so the 82 year old could shove his hard perverted cock up his grandson's boycunt. I watched from a distance of only a couple of feet because they were on the table right in front of me. I could see the shiny juices on the granddad's cock as it plunged in and out of his grandsons asshole. After a full 15 minutes, the thrusting stopped, and i saw Mr MCMillan's balls contract, and his cock pulsing as he was filling his grandson's rectum with spunk. The members erupted in applause at a splendidly lewd perverted show. When Granddad and Grandson stood up for a bow and great applause, Bill took the microphone and said "Thank you for your appreciation everybody. I hope i'll get a chance to see you all personally before the end of the retreat. Don't forget the Amiculus Guild's next retreat is at my farm up north in 18 weeks. Its remote from everyone, so it's secure. It's also a no limits retreat where you can do anything you like no matter how perverted. In fact the nastier and more perverted the better. I have great accommodation as most of you know, great for meeting and mixing, and you can even help yourself to my farm animals if thats your thing. And there are no fees or age limits for boys under 18 coming with their family members. We'll see you all there I hope!". At this, we all left the hall and I was so tired i nearly fell asleep on the walk back to my cabin. I slept soundly until late afternoon. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Be on the lookout for part 7 when i can get it done. .... More parts to come soon ..... continuing the events of the Amiculus Guild retreat and moving on to other perverted activities in ..... Jason Learns To Be A Cumslut. What other perverted games do you think he should discover at the retreat? 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