Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2022 12:55:23 +0000 From: Kevin Bradley Subject: Lloyd's Two-Tone Zephyr-3 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 3 It was just beginning to rain when I entered the toilet block. I made my way up to the urinals, unbuttoned my flies and took out my cock. I didn't have to wait long before another boy came in, on his way home from school. He was a skinny first year, with blond hair and blue eyes. He stood on my left and unbuttoned his shorts. His uncut cock was smaller than mine and ultra-stiff. My cock twitched as I looked sideways at the boy's stem, which was poking out of his grey shorts. Grey and blue were the colours of his school uniform, so he was from St. John's School. I began stroking my cock as he looked sideways at my growing length. We both stood there, fondling our cocks. I so wanted to touch his cock, and I knew he wanted to touch mine. However, the rule was clear: "keep your hands to yourself." The toilet block was approximately halfway between St. John's School and Heaton Cross, which was my school. It also stood opposite the railway station, so it was the perfect place to visit before going home. Lots of boys came and went, but the golden rule was clear: "you can look, but you don't touch." Luckily, Roy came in and stood beside me, on my right. His cock was quickly out and rock-hard within seconds. Wide-eyed, the boy watched as Roy and I stroked away in unison. We were an established double act, and the regulars just loved to watch our after school performances. Unfortunately for the boy, we had other plans for that afternoon, so we eased up and kept our powder dry. Roy and I buttoned up and stepped away from the urinals, leaving the boy to his own devices. Outside the toilet block, Marlon's four-door Sunbeam-Talbot was waiting for us. Roy got in beside Marlon, while I got in the back beside Earl. The two men helped us settle into our seats by squeezing and rubbing our crotches. "Ready, boys," Marlon said, as he handed Roy's satchel over to Earl. The two satchels ended up on the car floor, like they always did when Earl and Marlon decided to unbutton their flies. I began stroking Earl's cock the minute we were out of town. And Marlon decided to take the scenic route to his cottage when Roy reached across and took charge of his coal-black cock. Driving along narrow country lanes was ideal: it allowed the men to be wanked off by their two young companions, with little chance of being seen. It was only when we reached a remote level crossing, where Marlon had to give way to a tractor, that things became a bit dicey. Did the tractor driver see me in the back, with my head in Earl's lap? And did he see Roy holding Marlon's cock? The driver did look back, according to Marlon, but the moment to take a second look had passed: the Sunbeam-Talbot had sped away at high speed. "That was bloody close," Earl said. "Two horny schoolboys and two black paedos! That would make for a terrible headline in tomorrow's newspapers." "Calm down, Earl," Marlon said. "That farmer probably fucks sheep. So, if push comes to shove, we can ask the boys to bend over for him, wearing only woolly jumpers." Roy and I laughed as we eagerly went back to doing our homework. ~ ~ ~ The Sunbeam-Talbot pulled up outside Marlon's cottage some ten minutes later. "Here we are, boys," Marlon said. "So, who wants to walk through the front door bare-arsed? It's only a few yards; so c'mon, who wants to show off their pretty pink arse-cheeks?" I tried to imagine myself walking up the path, wearing no shorts or Y-fronts, and showing off my "pretty pink arse-cheeks." Marlon was definitely putting some lewd ideas in my head. "Take no notice of him, boys," Earl said. "He'll get us all locked up. He's fuckin' bonkers!" "Nonsense!" Marlon snapped. "Now, let's get these two boys inside and naked." Once inside the cottage, Roy and I were told to strip naked and stand in the centre of the living-room. The two men then went to work on our rigid cocks. They knelt down and gently sucked in our hard-standing lengths. I felt my knees buckle, and really thought I was going to climax right there and then. I then heard an eerie creaking noise, coming from the staircase behind me. I turned my head and saw three naked men on the stairs. I already knew Fabian and Tyrell, and the third man I had seen standing outside the railway station several times. Learie, the third man, was our official photographer for the day. He held a very expensive camera, which had an ugly looking flashgun attached. "They're good-looking boys," Learie said. "I must get some pix of their bums for the album." There was a click and a bright flash of light. The camera continued to click away as Earl pulled me down onto the floor. Roy was also pulled down by Marlon, as Fabian and Tyrell came over to join in. Fabian and Tyrell prised Marlon off Roy, which took some doing, and told him to come back when he was naked. Roy was then stretched out on the floor and expertly examined, inch by inch, by the two men. "That's a great shot," Learie said. "Now, let's get the other boy involved, while Earl gets naked." In seconds, Fabian and Tyrell had me just where they wanted me, and were extremely keen to take full advantage of my naked body. Tyrell kissed me full on the lips as his friend squeezed my nipples, caressed my ball-sac and licked the tip of my cock. After several minutes of this sexual ecstasy, I decided to do the same to Roy. ~ ~ ~ Some fifteen minutes later, I was hauled to my feet and led out to the garage by Marlon and Earl. Luckily, there was access to the two-car garage via the rear garden. Also, there were no other properties in the area, so we could not be seen by any nosy neighbours. A sturdy wooden butcher's block stood in the centre of the near-empty garage - it was some two-foot square and topped by a black leather cushion. "Spread your legs and bend over the block, Kevin," Marlon said. "Your arse is about to be tenderized by your elders and betters." I did as I was told, believing that my arse was about to be caned by Earl and Marlon. Little did I know that I was about to be gang-banged by several hard-standing cocks. Using short lengths of rope, Earl tied my ankles to the legs of the block; and as he did so, Marlon positioned my body on the leather cushion, so that my head hung over the tabletop edge. I only put two and two together when something was pushed into my arsehole. "We're going to finger-fuck your hole, Kevin," Marlon said. "And if you're really good," Earl put in, "we're going to swap our fingers for cocks. But that's only if you're really good." The two men laughed as I tried to make myself comfortable on the cushion. "Stop wriggling about, boy," Marlon said. "It'll hurt if you keep moving around like that. Just relax and let your elders and betters take care of your bum-hole." I knew Marlon was right, so I stopped wriggling, which allowed Earl to push an oily finger into my arsehole. It hurt a bit, and I moaned when it went in deeper. "He's real tight down here," Earl said. "Get the amyl nitrite, Victor." Victor opened a small bottle of amyl nitrite and waved it under my nose. My head began to swim the instant the vapour hit my sinuses. "Who the fuck is Victor?" I thought, as the bottle was waved under my nose again. "That's it, boy," Errol said. "You just relax and let us do all the work. Think of your bum-hole as another mouth that needs feeding." "So, open wide and get ready to pleasure your new friends," Jack added. I felt warm and relaxed, and quite out of it. The vapour coming from the small bottle smelt peculiar, but I didn't care. I thought I was floating in mid-air, and could see, in my mind's eye, my anus opening up to accommodate a variety of man-size cocks. ~ ~ ~ Jack's cock was buried deep inside me when Earl slapped my face and brought me round. I truly thought the man was ripping me in two. "Hold him down, boys," Jack barked. "And give him some more whiff; before he breaks the bloody block." I was sweating like a pig, and the pain was getting worse, so I called out for a respite. "That sounded so polite," Errol said. "I love it when they talk like that." "Yes," Victor said. "This boy is so-o-o well mannered." "Well mannered, yes," Errol said. "But is he gonna be tight when I mount him? Sloppy seconds isn't all that great at the best of times." "True, true," Jack said. "But this boy is real tight, so you'll be well satisfied... Ah, fuck! I can't hold on any longer." I could hear Jack grunting and groaning with pleasure, but I was too focused on my own problems to care - my main concern was the changeover, and how painful it would be. "Oil him up some more, Earl," Marlon said. "We don't want him going rusty on us." "If he does goes rusty," Errol put in, "he'll be shitting bricks for a week. And when out walking, he'll squeak." The men laughed as I was made ready to receive another hard-standing cock. "Hold him steady," Errol said, as he eased his cock-head into my arsehole. I was completely wiped out by the man's frantic fucking motion. He shunted me, the block and Earl toward the main garage doors by almost a foot; as did Victor, when he stepped in to take over from his exhausted friend. "Fuckin' hell!" Victor shouted. "That was awesome. Fuckin' awesome." I just grunted, having no more puff in me to do anything else. The men had broken me. I was now their bum-boy; their sex pet; their obedient creature. The warm oil was used again when Marlon stepped into the fray, slipping his finger into my well-used hole. "Sloppy seconds," he mused. "I always get sloppy seconds." He withdrew his finger and rammed his cock into my inner sanctum. I let out an exhausted gasp as he grabbed hold of my hips and thrust forward. "Tighten up, boy," he growled. "Make me work for it!" He increased his stroke-rate as the block continued to edge forward, toward the main garage doors. He also managed to get me to grunt again, by raising himself up on tiptoe and plunging down with an almighty thrust. "He clearly loves being gang-banged by men with vigorous cocks," he said. "And his hole is so-o-o accommodating." "Yes," Earl said. "And with a dozen cocks to service, he'll be bending over for us morning, noon and night. Isn't that so, Kevin?" I let out an affirmative grunt as Earl ruffled my hair with his oily fingers. I was so knackered, but Marlon was right. I truly loved being "gang-banged by men with vigorous cocks," and my hole was "so-o-o accommodating." Marlon was getting close to shedding his load; he was swearing like a trooper and squeezing my hips real hard. I hung onto the block for dear life as he collapsed on top of me. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted. "He's wiped me out. The little sod's wiped me out." "Pump him full of spunk, bro," Jack encouraged. "I want to see it dripping out of his battered hole when you pull the plug." "Yeah," Victor added. "Fill him up with spunk." I gasped for breath under the man's heavy weight, hoping that he would "pull the plug" there and then. However, he continued to grind away at my arsehole for quite some time. ~ ~ ~ Later, the men made a real fuss of me, especially when Learie began taking photographs of me being licked into shape. My arse was off limits for several days after that visit to the cottage. However, Roy and I were humped by a dozen men during our next visit to the cottage.