Date: Mon, 05 Feb 2024 13:47:01 +0000 From: Kevin Daley Subject: Kevin's 1967 Adventure All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org) Gay - Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Kevin's 1967 Adventure I was 13 years old when this adventure began in 1967. I decided that cock-sucking and arse-fucking were tip-top after my first orgy at Roy's house. I was well and truly fucked by everyone there, and being "the new kid on the cock," my arsehole hurt like billy-o for days afterwards. Uncle George and Roy stayed away for almost two weeks after the orgy, so Harry stepped in to keep me entertained. He picked me up in his Ford Zephyr on Saturday morning, after dropping Adam, his son, off at Roy's house for a threesome. We drove around for a while, because he had to buy a few things in town. Then, with the back seat stacked with bags and boxes, we headed off to his house. "When we get in," he said, "I want you to take off all your clothes in the hallway. My wife is away at her sister's, so we have the house to ourselves all day." It felt weird stripping off in the hallway, with the front door wide open and Harry walking back and forth from the car with his shopping. The trip upstairs to the bathroom also felt weird - it didn't seem prudent to just walk away from my clothes in an unfamiliar house. After a quick bath, I joined a now naked Harry in the living-room. He closed the curtains, to ensure that the room was dark enough for the "film show." A large screen stood in front of the sofa, on a tripod; and an Eumig projector, sitting on a small table, stood behind the sofa. Harry switched on the projector and checked that the film was running okay. "This one is new," he said, as he sat down beside me. "So, I've not seen it yet. My friend said it's a five-star winner, so let's see if he's right." He handed me an open bottle of beer and told me to drink it slowly. My cock began to twitch as 'Nr. 43', which was the film's title, disappeared from the screen and was replaced by an eight- or nine-year-old boy. The boy was small, good-looking and completely naked. He sat on a sofa, wanking himself off. I looked at Harry and smiled. "These films come from Holland," he said. "And they sell like hot cakes over here. But here's the funny thing; most of the boys in the films are English. Adam appeared in Nr. 35 last year." "Really?" I queried. "How much did he get paid?" "Nothing. Adam wasn't best pleased, but I had a gambling debt to pay. I put too much money on a horse and it came in fourth." "So, Adam didn't get a penny?" "That's about it," he replied. "He got fucked though, both on film and in the wallet. Anyway, why do you youngsters fret so much about money? If someone is in debt, like yours truly, why wouldn't you volunteer to appear on film and save the day?" The penny dropped. Harry wanted me to appear in one of his friend's films. And more importantly, he wanted me to pay off his gambling debts with the fee. "So, you want me to show off my bits on film, and then pay you for standing... sorry, bending over in front of the camera?" "Yes, that's it, Kevin," he replied. "Herb will do all the filming here, on this very sofa, and you will be helping out a true friend." "Let me think it over," I said, as I sipped my beer. On screen, the young blond was clearly taking instructions from someone off camera. His eyes kept darting back and forth, from left to right, as he played with his stiffy. I found this very arousing - not knowing who else was in that room simply added to the excitement of this amateur-looking, homemade effort. The thrill of witnessing this taboo event, as a peeping Tom, made my whole body tingle. If Harry had access to more films like this, then I was keen to meet Herb, his German friend. The youngster on screen had large, doll-like eyes and an impish grin. His upturned nose and rosebud lips made him look very girly. However, my attention was solely focused on his rigid cock, tiny ball-sac and cute arse-cheeks. I was extremely eager to see those assets in action. The naked man that sat down beside the boy looked like everyone's favourite uncle. His reassuring smile quickly persuaded the boy to open wide and suck in some cock. The boy looked so sexy sucking on that man-size length. "That's Herb," said Harry, as he stroked my cock. "He likes to get in on the action from time to time. He leaves the camera running and jumps right in." Within minutes, Herb and the boy were in a 69-position on the sofa. Harry and I decided to follow suit, so I didn't get to see Herb fuck the boy. "Don't fret, Kevin," said Harry, as he squeezed my left arse-cheek. "I'll run the film again later, so you won't miss a thing." He ran his hand over my arse-cheeks and down my left side. My whole body shuddered when he went back to sucking my cock. After a good long while, we instinctively broke apart. "Right, let's try something different," he said. "Swing round and get up on your hands and knees, doggy-style. Press your forehead against the sofa arm and wiggle your arse, just like a dog does with its tail." The sofa was quite long, so I had no trouble in assuming the new position. Of course, my arse was now ready for some hands-on attention. Harry slapped my arse playfully and told me to stop wiggling. He then parted my arse-cheeks and exposed my anus fully. My cock was still rock-hard and aching for relief. I felt warm air on my anus, and shivered with excitement - Harry was blowing a stream of warm air at my arsehole. "Okay, Kevin," he said. "Let's try rimming that tunnel of love, before I fuck you into the middle of next week." I so wanted to be fucked, but when his tongue touched my anus, I didn't want the rimming to stop. Harry's tongue slid up and down my arse-crack, and then down to my hairless ball-sac. I moaned and groaned with delight - this new sensation was the tops. Then, something began to poke at my anus. I tried to relax as the tongue entered my hole. It felt really good as it darted in and out, causing me to shake and shiver. I flinched when he eased his cock-head into my arsehole. There was some pain, but that soon subsided when the stem entered my inner sanctum. "Are you okay, Kevin?" he asked. "Yes, I'm all right," I replied. "It feels good having a cock inside me again." "Champion!" he exclaimed. "Your boy-cunt feels nice and tight, so we're gonna be at it for a good long while." I couldn't hide my eagerness, especially when the stroke rate increased. My whole body writhed with pleasure; I was on cloud nine and loving every minute of it. "I bet we look good together," he said. "Two horny fuckers rutting away like crazy." I reached for my cock, which was bouncing up and down in unison with Harry's stroke-rate. "Don't you dare, boy!" he snapped. "No cock touching without my express permission. If you must play with something, tweak one of your nipples." I was desperate, so I reached for my right nipple and squeezed it. It quickly stiffened as I squeezed and pinched it. The sensation felt truly awesome, so I decided to work on my left nipple as well. Suddenly, Harry tightened his grip on my hips. "Geronimo!" he yelled out. I stopped playing with my nipples as the inevitable happened: my whole body stiffened as he shot his load into my inner sanctum, which triggered a climax of my own. My sphincter spasmed around his cock as he gave out a loud groan and pushed forward. I was in ecstasy, my body was awash with so many new sensations as I finished climaxing. I slumped down, exhausted and covered in sweat. My heart was beating away like a sledgehammer as Harry removed his cock from my hole. "Okay, Kevin," he said. "Let's get you ready for round two." What could I do! My cock was still ruling my head, so I went upstairs to the bathroom to get cleaned up as Harry telephoned his friend Bill. ~ ~ ~ Although Bill's cock was some two inches longer than Harry's, I wasn't too worried about taking it on. Roy's cock was about the same length and girth, so my "boy-cunt" had seen its size before. Bill plunged his nine-inch stem into my accommodating hole. I cried out as it broke through my arse-ring. My initial assessment had been totally wrong - the man's cock was clearly a menace to teenage arseholes everywhere. However, as his ball-sac hit the back of mine, I decided to grit my teeth and weather the storm. "The pain won't last long, Kevin," said Harry, as he stroked his flaccid cock. "You'll soon get use to it." Bill held me firmly by the hips and pulled his cock back a few inches. He then pushed it steadily back in. I moaned with pleasure as his cock rubbed over my prostate. I was now loving it! A few minutes later, a spasm of pure pleasure shot through my weary body. My rigid cock erupted again as Bill squeezed my hips and released his load. A generous coating of spunk now covered the walls of my inner sanctum. "Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!" shouted Bill, as Harry cheered him on. "The boy's fuckin' magic. Another Adam in the making." "I know," said Harry. "He's so fuckin' fuckable." Bill pulled his limp cock from my battered hole; and as he did so, I felt his spunk trickle out of my hole and run down my sweaty arse-crack. I was shattered, but still I wanted more. ~ ~ ~ Bill scooped me up in his powerful arms and carried me off to the bathroom. He took real good care of me, as he cleaned me up in the bath. "How's his arsehole looking, Bill?" asked Harry. "It's almost back to normal," replied Bill. "He'll be bending over again in no time at all." "Right, Kevin," said Harry. "Stay there and keep soaking that arse in the hot water. And let's keep this little threesome between us. Okay?" "Yes, okay," I replied. "I won't tell a soul." "Your uncle and I don't see eye to eye on a few things, Kev," said Bill. "I like your uncle, but he doesn't like me. It's a long story, so I won't bore you with the details. But what I will do is bore you with my cock again, if that's okay with you?" "Yes," I replied, smiling. "Anytime you want." "But no more today," said Harry. "We can have another go next Saturday, during another swap. Now, soak that arse, Kevin. I'll go downstairs and rewind the film."