Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2022 14:07:46 +0000 From: Kevin Bradley Subject: Lloyd's Two-Tone Zephyr-2 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teenage boys. Please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay - interracial - adult-youth: anal, oral, M+/t - - - - - Lloyd's Two-Tone Zephyr - Part 2 Roy didn't give up easily, but eventually he stop badgering me. Unfortunately, Lloyd stopped picking me up on a regular basis. He probably thought I was attracting too much attention. I did see him in the Zephyr with Paul Clark one Saturday morning, so I was mighty miffed. My access to black cock was drying up. In my head, I kept seeing Paul Clark being fucked by a whole bunch of black studs. I was far too nervous to confront him directly, so I tried something else. "How's it going, Roy," I said. "Sucked anything good lately." "Ark at you, Kev," Roy said. "What's changed? Has Lloyd dumped you?" "Kinda," I replied. "He's driving Paul Clark around now." "That figures," he said. The two of us walked round the park and compared notes. Roy had spent last year, during the school holidays, being fucked by Lance and his horny friends. He loved sucking black cock, so he didn't mind bending over for the black-on-white gangbangs. "Are you still seeing Lance?" I asked tentatively. "Yes," he said. "I get poked by him and his mates once a month. And guess what! They're looking around for another white sex-pet at the moment." "So, that's why you were checking me out a few weeks back?" "Yes," he said. "Lance said that you were a good fuck." After two turns round the park, Roy and I stepped into the bushes for a quick cock-sucking session. ~ ~ ~ The sex party was held on the following Saturday, in an old house that stood opposite the railway station. Roy and I arrived at 11 o'clock, and were met by Lance at the back door. He was delighted to see us, and was quick to offer us a drink. I felt so grown-up when Lance handed me the drink. It tasted quite sweet - being a mixture of Southern Comfort and Coca Cola. Roy and I had another drink as the other guests, five black men and a white teenage boy, arrived. There was music playing in the background and a cine projector running a blue film. I had never seen a film like it before. There was a group of naked men and boys playing with each other on a sun-drenched beach. I was fascinated, watching the boys sucking on adult cock; and then later, being arse-fucked by the men. When I looked around the room, all the guests, including Roy, were in various stages of undress. The men were wanking off the teenage boy, and Roy was wanking off a black man in his early 50s. I was keen to watch, but I felt a little dizzy, so I made my way to the kitchen to cool off. Lance followed me into the kitchen and insisted I have another drink. I took a big swig and felt my cheeks tingle. I knew I was getting drunk. "Would you like to go upstairs and rest, Kevin?" Lance asked, as he put his arm around my waist. "Yes," I said. "I feel a bit dizzy." "Follow me, boy," Lance said, as he led me up the stairs and into a bedroom. The bed squeaked and sagged as we sat down. The room was in darkness, and I wasn't sure if I was still awake: I remember Lance kissing me on the lips, but I don't remember him stripping me naked. I remember visiting the bathroom, and I remember having my arsehole washed out, but how I got back to the bedroom was a complete mystery. I objected to having my nipples pinched, because it hurt, but I stopped complaining when Lance took hold of my hard-standing cock. I laid back, spread my legs, and let him suck me off. When I shot my load, Lance swallowed hard and began fingering my arsehole. I so wanted to suck him off, but he had other plans. He reached for some Vaseline and smeared it over his rock-hard cock, and then around my "cute" arsehole. I knew what he was about to do, so I begged him to hurry up. He then lifted up my legs and placed them on his shoulders. "Relax, Kevin," he said. "This might hurt a bit." I did my best to relax when I felt his cock-head touch my anus. I was suddenly sober when his cock slipped inside my hole. I did try to suffer in silence, but failed miserably. There was nothing to do but endure the pain, while Lance fucked me as gently as he could. And when he was finished, and had shed his load, he pulled out very slowly. I felt a cool breeze on my arse-cheeks as he lowered my legs, got up and left the bedroom. I lay on the bed, with my arsehole throbbing. I was close to drifting off to sleep when a shadowy figure appeared at the open doorway. My first instinct was to sit up and tell him to leave me alone. However, my body wouldn't move. The naked man approached the bed, and before I could say a word, he was on me. He was big and burly, and very strong. He held me down as he straddled my head and forced his cock into my mouth. I almost choked when his cock-head touched the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth until I swallowed his load, and while I was still being pinned to the mattress, someone else began fingering my arsehole. "He's mighty tight down here, Devon," a voice said. I looked up and saw that I was surrounded by all the party guests. They were encouraging a man to "mount the bitch and fuck his arse." At least the spunk in my arsehole helped the Vaseline. It still hurt though - the man was nowhere near as gentle as Lance had been. His shaft really left its mark on my 13-year-old arsehole. Roy stood on my left, with the old man standing directly behind him. It was obvious that the man had his cock inside Roy's arsehole. The teenage boy leaned over and sucked my right nipple, while he was being fucked by a black cock. That day, I was fucked by four black men and a white teenager. It scared me that I enjoyed the party so much. I knew that men having sex with boys was illegal, and regarded as perverse. But I really enjoyed all the attention I received, and being stark-bollock-naked in front of men really turned me on. Roy never stopped telling me how dangerous it would be for us, if anyone outside the group found out about the sex parties. We would both be carted off to borstal for years. When I got back home, I soaked in the bath until the water turned lukewarm. I didn't go back to the house until the following month, although I did walk past the railway station a good many times. Come the appointed Saturday, Jerome and Lance were keen to give Roy and myself an enema before the other guests arrived. We both stripped off and followed the men up the stairs and into the bathroom. Jerome took care of my arsehole, while Lance took care of Roy. We both leaned over the rim of the bath, side by side, and waited for the enema bottles to be filled with lukewarm water. Vaseline was used to lubricate our arseholes as the rubber nozzles were carefully inserted and the tube-clamps released. I felt my colon fill with at least a pint of warm water; although it felt cold as it made its way to my upper colon. Eventually, it became quite painful to hold the water in. Jerome insisted that I hold it in, until the bottle was completely empty. It was like torture, waiting for the nozzle to be removed. Jerome helped me stand up and move to the toilet. And when I sat down, it was an explosive evacuation. Water splashed up from the bowl, wetting my arse-cheeks, as the stink filled the room. The man flushed the toilet as Roy was helped up by Lance. The process was repeated two more times, just to be sure our colons were ultra-clean. We were then washed thoroughly with a brush and carbolic soap. When we came downstairs, I was stunned to see eight men lounging around in the nude. Lance moved a coffee table to the centre of the room. It was long and made of sturdy oak. Roy and I were told to get down on our knees and bend over the table, side by side. I watched the men lubricate their cocks as they made ready to "fuck the white boys." Roy and I were both mounted and fucked hard by two alpha males. They seemed to dominate the rest of the group, including Jerome and Lance. At the time, Roy and I didn't know that the two men, Earl and Marlon, were going to make us their on call bum-boys, and we were to be kept in that role for the next three years. ~ ~ ~ A day or two after my 14th birthday, Earl drove me out to the countryside in his blue Cortina. He turned off the main road and drove down a narrow lane. The lane cut through a stand of high, well-kept hedging, and brought us to a secluded bungalow, set in a large garden. "What are we doing here, Earl?" I asked. "Visiting an old friend of mine," he replied. We got out of the Cortina and walked to the bungalow; and as we approached the front door, it was opened by a man in his late 50s. He was tall, black and ruggedly handsome, and was wearing nothing but a pair of white shorts. "Come in, come in," he said, as he kissed Earl on the lips. "How's your luck, man?" "Looking up. Looking up," Earl replied. "And this must be Kevin, your new bum-boy." "Yes, that's right," Earl said. "Kevin, this is my good friend Clive." With the introductions over, Earl and I were led into a large bedroom, and told to make ourselves at home. "There's a pool out back, if you fancy a swim, Kevin," Clive said. "Great idea, Clive," Earl said. "We'll strip off and join you in a couple of minutes." With that, Clive left the bedroom. "Now, Clive wants to see us both naked, Kevin," Earl said, as he began to strip off. "He's mad keen on photography, and likes to see black men fucking white boys. So, when he says 'bend over, Kevin,' you smile and do as you're told. Okay!" "Yes, Earl," I replied, as I dropped my shorts. "We both get naked and I get fucked by you and your friend." "That's it, boy." Within minutes, we were both stark-bollock-naked and hurrying out of the bedroom and along the hallway. Outside, by the pool, Clive took loads of photographs of Earl fucking my mouth and arsehole. He then handed Earl the camera and came up behind me. I was completely knackered by the time the two men had flooded my mouth and arsehole with their seed, and then tried to drown me in the pool.