Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2017 08:58:33 +0000
From: Andy Mann 303 <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Kevin's Adventures

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Gay/adult-youth: oral anal, t/M+

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Kevin's Adventures - Part 1

I was fourteen years old in the summer of 1966, although a good many people
said I looked more like twelve years old. I was short and slim, with blond
hair and blue eyes. My uncut cock was only four-inches long and attached to
a tiny, round ball-sac; however, when it was fully erect, it was as hard as
nails. My arse was also small, with a prominent dimple in each arse-cheek.

It was the third day of the school holiday and I was riding my bicycle past
Woodford railway station. I really needed to pee, so I stopped and went in
to the public toilet opposite the station.

I unbuttoned my fly and began to pee in the urinal, which smelt to high
heaven of bleach.

A few seconds later a man entered the toilet and stood beside me, fumbling
urgently with the buttons of his fly. He towered over me in total silence,
which was more than a little odd: there was no sound of him relieving
himself in the urinal.

Being curious by nature, I glanced to my left and saw him playing with his
hard-standing cock, which was ginormous compared to my tiny stem.

I just couldn't take my eyes off the man's uncut length, which was
ultra-long and thick, and criss-crossed with lots of swollen veins. I felt
so-o-o horny as my own cock became nice and stiff.

'Hey, boy,' he said, 'your dick is as hard as mine.'

I said nothing as my cheeks began to burn bright red with embarrassment. I
just stood there, frozen to the spot, with my eyes transfixed on the man's
shiny, purple knob.

He leaned across and, pushing my hand away, took hold of my hard-standing
cock. I still said nothing as he began to wank me off.

I was so nervous, and shocked by the man's boldness, but still I let him
play with my stiffy.

He turned to his right and, using my cock as a steering lever, turned me to
face him. He then took hold of my right hand and wrapped it round his cock.

'Come on, boy,' he said. 'Wank me off as well, it's only fair.'

I squeezed his cock as he rocked back and forth, urging me to take the
plunge and start wanking him off. For several minutes we pleasured each
other; then, suddenly, he dropped to his knees and licked the tip of my
cock, which made my whole body shudder.

The man looked up at me, smiled, and then sucked the whole of my cock into
his mouth. The sensation felt truly awesome.

Several boys at school had talked endlessly about girls sucking cock, so I
didn't panic or step back. I just stood, rooted to the spot, as the man
licked me into shape.

I was still nervous and worried about being seen by someone coming into the
toilet; however, the fear of being discovered was well and truly tempered
by the buzz I was experiencing.

The man gently toyed with my hairless ball-sac as he brought me to the very
brink of a climax, but before I could warn him that I was about to shoot my
load into his mouth, he stood up and put a hand on my shoulder.

'It's your turn to go down on me now, boy,' he said.

'No way,' I replied. 'Someone might come in and see me doing it.'

'So let's go into one of the stalls and lock ourselves in. No one will see
you sucking cock, but me.'

'I've never done it before, so I won't be any good.'

'Just suck it like you would an ice-lolly. I'll give you a shilling if you
do.'

'I don't want any money,' I said, as he bundled me into the nearest
stall. 'I just want you to do it to me again.'

'No worries,' he said brightly. 'You just turn up here tomorrow and I'll
suck you off all day. Deal?'

'Deal,' I replied, as the door closed behind us.

I sat on the toilet and helped the man's cock grow fully erect again.

'That's it, boy,' he said. 'Keep stroking old Gerald. He likes little boys
making him stiff; and he can be a real mouthful when he's stiff.'

'Gerald?' I queried.

'Yep, I'm John; he's Gerald. And you two are?'

'I'm Kevin and, er, er.'

'Let's call him Tiny Tim. Okay?'

'Yes, if you want,' I agreed, with a nonchalant shrug.

I opened my mouth the second Gerald touched my lips. Up close, the cock
smelt real sweet: John had obviously spiced up his pubic hair, which was
neatly trimmed, with some sort of exotic hair oil.

'Open wide now, boy,' said John, as he placed his hands on my head. 'I want
you to breathe through your nose when Gerald hits the back of your throat.'

He then thrust forward, holding my head firmly in his hands, and shoved
Gerald deep into my mouth. I gagged on the hard-standing member, trying
desperately to breathe through my nose.

'Oh-h-h, yes,' he moaned. 'That's perfect. Now use your nose to breathe,
boy. I don't want you to faint on me now.'

There was no way I was sucking on John's cock. The man was simply using
Gerald to rape my mouth - I was being face-fucked by a very powerful man.

'Come on, boy,' he barked, 'show Gerald what you can really do!'

John increased his stroke-rate as I struggled for more air. I was in a
panic, but for some reason, I didn't want the face-fucking to stop.

'You're a right-royal slut, boy. A cock-sucker with a fuck-me mouth and a
liking for man-size cock. I bet you want me to fill you up with lots of hot
spunk.'

His ball-sac was now slapping against my chin, and his cock-head was
blocking my airway.

'I always know when a boy is ripe for picking,' he continued, 'and you boy,
are about to be picked.'

He then pulled back, unblocking my airway, and let out a loud gasp. I
thought he was having a heart attack or something, but then I felt Gerald
pulse in my mouth and jerk upward. It was then that the first jet of spunk
hit the back of my throat.

I gagged and choked, and was forced to swallow the man's seed. Another jet
of spunk followed the first, and then another. John released my head from
his vice-like grip as a less powerful jet filled my mouth with seed.

'Fuckin' awesome,' John moaned, as Gerald slipped out of my mouth and began
to go limp. 'You're the best.'

The man's spunk dribbled out of my mouth and slowly ran down my chin. John
didn't waste a second; he grabbed hold of Gerald and, using the knob,
rubbed the escaping seed into my face.

I felt a little sick, and thought I was going to heave.

'You swallow all that goodness, boy,' said John. 'A tart like you needs all
the spunk he can get.'

I swallowed hard, to clear my throat, but I didn't get the chance to tell
the man I was no tart.

'Now don't forget,' he continued. 'Be here tomorrow at ten o'clock,
sharp. We'll go into the wood and I'll suck Tiny Tim dry.'

* * *

The path we took the next day was well used: the wood behind the public
toilet was a well known meeting place for gay men, but I didn't know that
at the time.

John led me into a small, grass-covered clearing. He knelt down, directly
in front of me, and grabbed hold of Tiny Tim through the material of my
cycling shorts. It felt so-o-o good having my cock fondled by this man.

'Let's get some of these clothes off, Kevin,' said John. 'No one is going
to see us fooling around in the wood.'

A few seconds later, my shorts and Y-fronts were down, around my ankles. It
was then that I heard the crickets, clicking away in the surrounding
undergrowth. They continued to make a noise as John insisted I take off all
my clothes.

'I want to see you naked, boy,' he said. 'I won't be able to suck you off
properly; not unless you're in the nude.'

The men lurking in the undergrowth took more photographs of John's new sex
pet.

John played with Tiny Tim for a very long time - I just couldn't believe
how horny and brazen the man's fingers made me feel. He loved to tease and
torment me, but eventually he sucked Tiny Tim into his mouth, which made me
whoop like a monkey, a very horny monkey.

He held my arse-cheeks firmly in his hands and, true to his word, sucked
Tiny Tim dry. I just couldn't stop begging the man for more.

I was lifted off the ground, spun round and, with legs pointing skyward,
sucked off again. The crickets continued to chatter amongst themselves as I
was slapped across the arse and sucked off again: this happened two more
times before John told me to get dressed and follow him back to the public
toilet.

- - - - -

Kevin's Adventures - Part 2

The following week, John and I walked into the grass-covered clearing
again. Four of the crickets were already standing there, but without their
cameras. I didn't recognize the man on my left, but the rest I had met in
the clearing before.

John knelt down before me and softly kissed me on the lips. He slid his
hands down my sides, tickling me as he went, and tugged on my gabardine
shorts. The crickets moved in closer, with the new one looking a tad
nervous.

John unlaced my shoes and removed them. He then slipped off my socks. I
trembled a little as my bare feet touched the warm grass.

'He's a good looking kid,' said the new cricket to John. 'I bet he looks
great in the nude.'

'He sure does, Al,' replied John. 'And he knows it, the little tart.'

The rest of the men laughed as John unbuttoned my shirt. Then, with hands
everywhere, the men stripped me naked in double quick time.

John waited a couple of minutes, while the others squeezed my arse-cheeks
and caressed Tiny Tim. Then, he took hold of my cock and waited for it to
stiffen in anticipation. A collective sigh of approval filled the
clearing. All the men were now playing with their todgers as I gave them
one of my coy smiles.

All around me, I could hear the sounds of nature: the trees rustling in the
breeze; the birds chirping in the undergrowth; the men cooing with sexual
excitement. I was stark-bollock-naked in the wood, with five horny men
staring at me.

John stood up and took a step back; and as I watched, removed all his
clothes. As his thick, eight-inch manhood came into view, all gleaming with
pre-cum, I licked my lips.

Again, he knelt down before me, and then lowered me onto my back. As I felt
the warm grass against my skin, I spread my legs and lifted them up. John
moved forward slightly, and with his wet, drooling knob glistening in the
sun, approached my bum-hole. Slowly, his knob touched my anus; and as it
did so, I groaned and grimaced as it eased open the entrance.

'Oh, jez-z-z,' said Al. 'That's gonna be a tight fit.'

'Yep!' said Bob. 'He's really tight down there.'

'And that's why he's our favourite bum-boy,' put in Iain.

I sighed again, wriggling appreciatively, as the eight-inch cock entered my
inner sanctum. I experienced no pain - those first days of pain were now
long gone. However, the grimacing did keep the men turned on. It made them
feel all powerful.

John's hands, which were placed just above my shoulders, supported his body
weight. He made no move to lie on top of me, that would come later. For
now, he just made sure the others could see his powerful tool sliding in
and out of my bum-hole.

The man was very good at giving me pleasure, as well as taking his own. I
liked it when he fucked me in front of the crickets, especially when they
were taking photographs of the action.

I twitched with joy as Gerald caressed my passion nub, sending pulses of
pleasure rippling through my body. I squeezed John's cock with my
arse-muscles, and raised my rump off the grass a little.

'Don't stop!' I cried. 'Keep going! Keep going!'

'Yeah!' said Ray to John. 'Keep giving him rod.'

John lowered his head and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth and let
his tongue face-fuck me. This certainly increased my pleasure, and
instinctively I squeezed Gerald with my arse-muscles again. He continued to
caress my passion nub, until I felt the urge to climax. Every fibre of my
body went into overdrive as my cock gave up its seed in front of the
crickets.

John didn't wait for me to recover, he went straight into a pounding
rhythm. Faster and faster he thrust his stem into my body. I grunted with
each and every power punch, doing my best to squeeze his cock internally.

'Wow! That looks fucking great,' said Al. 'The boy is prime, real prime.'

John sucked in a deep breath and stopped pummelling my arse into the
grass. I then felt his cock expand and splatter my inners with seed,
lubricating my bum-hole for the next man.

Gerald slid out of my inner sanctum as John dismounted. Thick globules of
sperm dangled from his shiny knob, and then fell to the grass. I smiled and
made myself ready for Iain, the next man.

* * *

Bob was the last of the five to fuck me, and he insisted on doing it doggy
fashion. He slapped my arse-cheeks several times as he took his
pleasure. He then decided to take it upon himself to clean me up and get me
ready for my trip home.

'C'mon, Kevin,' he said. 'Get those togs on and come back to my place. A
quick bath and a brush-up should make you presentable again.'

'That's my job,' said Ray. 'My van can take his bike with ease, and my
place is nearer.'

'And you like playing with his bits in the bath,' said Iain, laughing.

'So what's wrong with that!' snapped Ray. 'In my book, it pays for the hot
water and petrol.'

Everyone laughed, including Ray, as the miser put a price on my welfare.

'Suit yourself,' said Bob. 'You take him home; it's no skin off my nose.'

* * *

After an exhausting game of 'Up Periscope' in the bath, Ray insisted I
remain in the nude, so that he could take a few photographs of me on the
sofa.

'Can I show these photographs to a friend of mine, Kevin?' he asked.

'Yeah, why not,' I replied, smiling.

'And what if my friend wants to meet you in person; would you be up for
that?'

'Yeah, why not,' I replied. 'The more the merrier.'

It was then that the doorbell rang.

'It's probably the gas man. Come to read the meter,' he said, putting down
the camera.

He quickly put on his dressing gown and went off to answer the front door.

I looked around the room for my clothes, and began to panic when they were
nowhere in sight.

Ray returned to the living-room with two teenagers in tow. One was named
Doug, a tall, leather-clad rocker in his late teens. The other, a smaller
and younger version of Doug, was named Butch.

'I see exactly what you mean, Ray,' said Doug. 'He's real pretty .... and
so-o-o naked.'

Ray told me to stand up and greet his guests properly, by shaking their
hands. I stood up, smiled and put out my hand; and as I did so, Doug leaned
forward and shook my cock, instead of my hand.

Meanwhile, Butch stepped up behind me and shoved one of his fingers into my
bum-hole. The two rockers then sandwiched me between them and groped me for
a good ten minutes.

'Right, get your clothes off,' said Ray to Butch and Doug. 'I want to get
the rest of this sex romp on film.'

The instant the two rockers were naked, I dropped to my knees and began
working on their rapidly growing cocks. Doug had a small, six-inch cock
that was circumcised. By contrast, Butch had an uncut cock that was some
seven to eight inches long.

Both Butch and Doug had no pubic hair, so I had a real good view of their
wrinkly ball-sacs as I stroked and sucked their fully erect stems.

My head bobbed up and down as I kept the two rockers happy with my lips,
tongue and fingers.

'That's it, Kev,' said Ray, directing. 'Get those lips working on Butch's
stiffy. He's going to be fucking you next.'

Both Butch and Doug liked their sex rough. I was called all the names under
the sun as the camera captured the entire fuck-fest on film. Doug clearly
liked pulling my hair and pinching my nipples, whilst Butch enjoyed making
me scream when he gate-crashed my inner sanctum with his hard-standing
cock.

'Shut up, turd!' snapped Doug. 'You should be begging for more, so beg!'

I looked over at Ray, hoping that he might wade in and put a stop to the
abuse. He just smiled and continued clicking away.

'Treat him like a slut,' said Ray to Butch. 'He loves being used and abused
by bummers with lusty hard-ons.'

My fourteen-year-old anus was being pounded by Butch's power-fucking, and
there was no way of escaping it. My innards felt as though they were being
turned inside out by his rock-hard stem. I gasped for air and looked up at
Doug, helplessly. He just pushed my head back down and told me to, 'Suck on
my cock, boy.'

'This is fucking great!' said Ray. 'Kevin, the bum-boy, being topped and
tailed by two horny yobs.'

'Leave it out, Ray,' said Butch, between thrusts. 'I'm no yob.'

'True, true,' said Ray. 'Only Doug can claim that accolade.'

'Fuck off!' snapped Doug. 'I'm just misunderstood, that's all. My English
teacher said I had potential.'

'And a fucking great arse,' added Butch.

Suddenly, a burst of adrenalin kicked in and I felt hornier than ever. I
began squeezing my arse-muscles to encourage Butch to shoot his load. I
then took hold of Doug's ball-sac and encouraged him to increase his
stroke-rate.

The two fuckers went wild with excitement. They both slapped me hard as
they used and abused my submissive body. Doug twisted my ears between
slaps, while Butch squeezed my flanks.

A few minutes later, I felt that now familiar pulse between my
arse-cheeks. Butch squeezed my hips, hard, before flooding my inner sanctum
with his seed.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Butch groaned, as he slapped my arse again. 'That hole
is s-o-o-o fuckable.'

And without warning, he suddenly pulled out to allow the 'yob' to finish me
off - I recall collapsing on the floor, with two loads of spunk oozing out
of my anus and mouth.

'Don't let that spunk go to waste, Kev,' said Ray, as he scooped up a
dollop of spent sperm and offered it up to my mouth. 'Lick my finger dry,
boy.'

I did as I was told, and then repeated the action two more times.

I had taken on seven horny perverts that day, and satisfied them all. It
was almost five o'clock and near the time I was expected home.

After another quick bath, I dressed and returned to the living-room to say
my goodbyes.

'Can we do it again?' I asked Ray.

'Of course, Kev,' he replied, smiling. 'Let's give that arse of yours a
couple of days to recover, and then we'll fuck your brains out
again. Agreed?'

'Yeah, that'll be great.'

'We might have to draft in a few more cocks,' said Butch. 'That arse of
yours can drain a ball-sac dry in seconds. It's so fucking demanding.'

We all laughed as I did a quick round of goodbye kisses before leaving.

- - - - -

Kevin's Adventures - Part 3

My next session with Ray and his friends occurred a few days later. Ray
explained that my fan base had grown, thanks to his friend Doug spreading
the word.

'How many fans have I got, Ray?' I asked, nervously. 'I don't think I can
handle too many. My arse is still hurting from last time, so maybe three or
four?'

'Yes, Kev,' he replied, smiling. 'That sounds about right. Now let's get
you upstairs and naked.'

Ray's living-room was abuzz with chatter when I came down from the
bathroom. Two groups of naked men, plus Butch and Doug, were discussing
gear ratios and tire profiles. It was totally surreal. The three-man group
were pro-Triumph, the four-man group were pro-Norton. No one was talking
about fucking a fourteen-year-old schoolboy.

'C'mon, lads,' said Doug. 'The rumpy pumpy has just arrived, so stop
talking shop.'

A loud cheer went up as I followed Ray into the living-room.

'This is Kevin,' announced Ray. 'He's here to suck cock and bend over for a
few select members. So don't go pushing your luck if you're not on his
dance card.'

Ray 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 the
new boy.

By the time Ray left the room, to fetch his camera, I was already sucking
on two cocks. And as I did so, Colin and Doug were organizing a line on my
right to stop queue-jumping.

'The boy's gonna suck on every cock in the house,' said Colin, 'so stop all
the pushing and shoving.'

'Nice one, boy,' said Frank, as he eased his cock out of my mouth. 'You can
suck on my dick any time you want.'

The man then rubbed his wet knob across my face, before stepping back to
let George take his place. I gulped and took in Peter's shiny knob, and
then George's uncut length, and then...

'Keep sucking those cocks, Kev,' said Ray. 'I want everyone of them todgers
on film.'

My jaws ached by the time I had sucked on every cock in the house, bar mine
and Ray's, twice. I loved fingering all those superb ball-sacs and stiff
lengths. I was in such demand, and it made me feel so special.

Frank noticed that my cock was pulsing even harder as I brought Colin to a
noisy climax. I gulped down his seed and gently squeezed his ball-sac,
trying to extract every 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 Colin reminded me of my art
teacher, Mr. Roberts, so I felt real naughty sucking on his seven-inch
length.

I managed to swallow seven loads of spunk that day - so that removed seven
humps from my dance card.

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 nice,' said Gerry, 'all spread out like that.'

'And ultra submissive,' added George. 'Just like that Darren kid. His
little arse is truly fuckable.'

'Yep,' said Bill. 'A magnet for old bummers like us.'

Frank's first jets of spunk hit my inners 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,' said Ray. 'The boy needs more rod.'

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.

'Water. I need water,' I spluttered.

'Where's Walter?' asked Harry. 'The boy wants to be fucked by Walter.'

Several men laughed as someone put a bottle of cheap Cola in my hand. The
rest groaned at Harry's piss-poor joke.

'Good show, Frank,' said Ray. Right! Who's up next?'

George clambered aboard and began hammering away at my arse. I was still
sweating profusely as his stem piston-fucked my inners. 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.

Peter 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 John's arse-fucking
technique; so to help out, I spread my legs wider to accommodate his
magical thrusts.

'Pour some water over his neck and back,' said Peter. 'We need to cool him
down a bit. It's like fucking a fire down here.'

'That's the devil in him,' said Ray. 'He's hot stuff.'

Doug wiped me down with a flannel as Colin poured the water. I was so
grateful for their intervention.

* * *

I stayed away from the bummers for a week. My bum-hole was in tatters and
it hurt when I went to the toilet.

I did see Gerry in the park a few days after the gathering. He and a blond
boy were walking by the fountain. I knew something was up, so I ducked into
the bushes to keep an eye on them. Gerry and the boy, who looked older than
me, sat down on a park bench. Two or three people walked past them, but no
one seemed to take any notice of the man and boy, or the raincoat draped
over their laps.

Gerry was clearly wanking off the boy under the coat. It was so obvious,
and so-o-o exciting. They just sat there, by the fountain, having
clandestine sex in a public park.

I unbuttoned my fly and eased out Tiny Tim. There was no way I was going to
miss out on this little adventure.

A man and his dog brought a sudden halt to the boy's playtime. The man
walked by the bench and stopped a few feet away. His dog tried to walk on,
but was quickly brought to heel. Gerry gave the man a look; the man gave
Gerry a look; the boy just sat there, looking extremely peeved.

Tiny Tim demanded a lot more attention, so what was going on?

Gerry lifted up the raincoat and showed the man the boy's stiffy. The man
nodded as Gerry lowered the coat and resumed the boy's playtime. The
raincoat was raised and lowered several more times. Then, without warning,
the boy's legs straightened and stiffened.

Tiny Tim was in full flight when Gerry & Co. decided to head for the bushes
behind the bench. What was I suppose to do now?

After my climax, I struck out for the park bench, hoping to catch a glimpse
of what Gerry and the man were doing to the boy, or what the boy was doing
to Gerry and the man.

I sat there, like a lemon, for ages. Clearly the group had left the bushes
by another route.

* * *

I checked out the small clearing behind the bench the next day. It was the
perfect place to have some al fresco sex. Unfortunately, there was no one
around to give me a helping hand. Also, it was beginning to rain, so I
headed for the main gate and home.

'Well, howdy stranger,' said Iain. 'Where ya been? John's frantic with
worry.'

'I've been ill,' I lied. 'The doctor said I had a fever or somethink.'

'Ah! That'll be burning-bum fever,' he said, laughing. 'Boys like you get
it all the time. They take in too much dick, and then get sick.'

Iain stood there in a park keeper's uniform, so someone had made the
mistake of giving him the keys to perv paradise.

'C'mon. Let's get outta the rain,' he continued. 'My hut's over there, and
it's full of smutty magazines.'

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