Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 20:31:42 +0100 From: Simon Taylor Subject: Simon's Story - The Sixties (M+/b+, anal, oral) All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Simon's Story - The Sixties By Simon Taylor My sexual encounters with men started in 1962, when I was 12 years old. I was born in Clacton-on-Sea (England) and lived just a stone's throw away from the local cinema. In those days a good many films were 'A' rated, so I needed the assistance of a kind adult to get me past the ever watchful eyes of the manager and his team of ushers. I would stand outside the cinema and ask people in the queue to buy my ticket for me. I soon discovered that middle-aged men were more willing to buy my ticket than women or couples. One man actually paid for my ticket with his own money. He then took me in, past the ushers, and found us a couple of seats at the back of the auditorium. As we sat down, the man took his jacket off and draped it across my lap. Then, as the cinema lights dimmed, he put his hand on my left thigh. The man then unbuttoned my fly, as I sat stock-still and open-mouthed, and started to play with my little dinkle. He made my dinkle really stiff as he took hold of my hand and placed it on his hard-standing cock, which was poking out of his fly and waiting for me to wank it off. I really enjoyed this game, especially when the man took me off to the toilet to suck my dinkle. In fact, I played this game in the cinema with quite a lot of men after that first time. I joined the Sea Scouts a year later, and that's when I started fooling around with other boys. Our unit had a small cruiser berthed in Flag Creek, and one weekend I slept on board with Mr. Shelden and four scouts. Someone found a bottle of Martini Rosso and a porno magazine in one of the storage lockers. So, after a couple of swigs of vermouth and a good oggle of the magazine, I found myself in the nude and fooling around with another naked scout. When all of us were naked, Mark, the smallest boy in the group, asked if he could stick his dick in my arse. Being somewhat tipsy, I readily agreed to accommodate the little scamp. Mark's cock was really small and stiff, so it had no problem penetrating my anus. After he had fucked me, the other boys wanted to try - so each cock got bigger and bigger as each boy got older and older. The last two cocks belonged to Ian and Paul, who were both 15 years old. They really stretched my anus, and they were old enough to produce cum and shoot it deep into my inner sanctum. I also got to suck off Paul - I always loved the taste of cum, so I didn't have to be asked twice. I was the scout that everyone wanted to fuck, and I loved every minute of my first, but not my last, experience of group sex. What I did not know was that Mr. Shelden was spying on us through a porthole - he had asked Mark to leave the curtain open a little. The next day, Mr. Shelden asked me if I would like to visit his flat after school, so that I could brush up on my signal flags. I was very keen on signals, so I readily agreed. Within the first ten minutes of my visit, Mr. Shelden accidentally spilt a glass of orange juice over my lap. Of course, he insisted that I take off my shorts and Y-fronts, so that he could get them washed and dried. The scout master never offered me anything else to wear, as he pulled me onto his lap and started to joke with me. He kissed my neck and started to run his hand up and down my thigh. And as he took hold of my cock, he whispered in my ear, "I saw you being fucked on the cruiser by the other scouts". I was so scared, and didn't know what to say. He told me that Mark, the boy who had fucked me first, was a regular visitor to his flat. Mr. Shelden was the first adult to take me to bed and fuck me. I had never been naked with a man before, and his cock was long and pencil-thin. He started by sucking my cock and ball-sac, and then he had me suck his hard-standing length. A few minutes later, he rolled me over and rubbed some Vaseline on his cock and around my arsehole. Then, I felt his knob pressing hard against my anus. I tried to relax as the bulbous knob entered my tight hole. It hurt a bit, but I could handle it after the weekend's sex-romp on the boat. He was very kind and gentle, and once his cock was all the way in, he proceeded to fuck me long and hard. So that's how I became Mr. Shelden's sex pet. I had regular, after school, sex with the man for a couple of weeks, and then he invited Mark to join us in a threesome. Mr. Perry was then invited to sit in and watch Mr. Shelden undress his two scouts and have them suck cock. Mark and I were then photographed by Mr. Perry, who told us to stand before the camera and pose in a variety of different positions. Ian, Paul and a Mr. Boyd arrived in the middle of our next photographic session at the flat. The group sex that followed was truly awesome, with me being fucked by everyone except Mr. Perry. The camera captured me in all kinds of lewd positions: I was fucked on the sofa by Mark; on the living-room floor by Ian and Paul; over the footstool by Mr. Shelden; on the bed by Mr. Boyd. Two days after that awesome session, I was met outside the school gates by Mr. Boyd. He told me to get into his car and pretend that I was his nephew, if anyone asked. As we drove out of town, Mr. Boyd told me to unbuckle my belt and ease down my shorts and Y-fronts. We left the town behind us, travelling mainly along deserted side roads, and headed to a large wood. I was completely naked by the time we arrived at the wood. Mr. Boyd remained fully clothed as he reclined my seat and told me to put my arms above my head and stretch out my legs. He then slowly wanked me off, but didn't let me shoot my load for ages. After my climax, Mr. Boyd ordered me out of the car and told me to get cleaned up and dressed on his side of the vehicle. I felt so embarrassed, standing beside the car as Mr. Boyd handed my clothes to me through the open window. The next day I was told to walk away from the car and stand by a large oak tree, and wait until Mr. Boyd brought over my clothes. This game of dares and humiliations went on for well over a week, and then, during one of my car seat wanks, Mr. Boyd added a twist - a man suddenly appeared beside the car, right by the passenger window. I totally lost it and shouted for Mr. Boyd to start the engine and get going as fast as he could. Mr. Boyd laughed and told me to, "Lie back and show the man your stiffy. He's one of us, so give him a good show". I squirmed around in my seat as the man oggled me through the car window. I was told to roll down the window the next day, which allowed the man to get involved in my car seat wank. He tweaked my nipples as Mr. Boyd played with my hard-standing cock. The two men then worked on my cock and ball-sac together, before I was told to wank the man off through the open window. The dares and humiliations became more diverse during the summer break from school. I was being watched by several men by then, but none of them did more than wank or suck me off. I would get out of the car, take off my scout uniform and walked over to the large oak tree. The men would gather round me as I stood there, slowly wanking - Mr. Boyd was big and burly, so no one pushed their luck with him. The scout uniform came off at the beach as well. The men there were all nudists, and some of them were having sex in the dunes when we arrived. They kept asking me to come down to the beach on my own, "C'mon, Simon. Spend the day with us and we'll gang-bang you in the dunes, and teach you how to swim in a sea of spunk". Mr. Boyd only took me to the beach four or five times - some of the nudists were just as big as he was, so he didn't want to push his luck with them. Also, he could see that I was becoming increasingly interested in the idea of a gang-bang in the dunes. He did warn me against visiting the beach on my own, "Those sharks will rip your arse apart if you turn up without me. And they won't take no for an answer when the feeding frenzy starts". With the beach out of bounds, a small caravan site became our next port of call. Mr. Boyd set me up in a four-berth caravan and pimped me out to a select group of old men, who were all retired and had money to spend. They would invariably arrive wearing only swimming trunks and flip-flops, and some would have a beach towel draped over their shoulder. I would greet them at the door, wearing only a pair of white swimming trunks, and invite them in for tea (a blowjob) or tea and cake (a blowjob and a bum-fuck). I later discovered that Ian and Paul were also offering tea and cake to men in another caravan on the site. They were old hands at bending over for the retirees, so they were in less demand than, "The new boy with the blond hair and the cute arse". Meanwhile, back at the flat, Mark and I were about to start a milk round - we walked into Mr. Shelden's bedroom and found a naked man lying spread-eagled on the bed. He was tied down with leather straps and rope, and firmly gagged with a rubber horse-bit gag. Lying there, with his cock twitching with excitement, the man watched Mark and I get undressed - we slowly removed our uniforms and, folding each item separately, placed them on, and under, the chair by the door. We then clambered onto the bed and started milking the man's cock, ensuring that he stayed on the very edge of a climax for as long as possible. I really enjoyed teasing the man with the tip of my tongue: I licked his nipples, knob and ball-sac as I played with my own cock; and when Mark began to do the same, I ensured that my cock was on full display, within a few inches of the man's face, at all times. I really liked to hear the man's frustrated moans and groans as I ran my cock over the rubber horse-bit gag, ensuring that it touched his lips on every pass. The man was now twisting and turning in his bonds, trying to get at his two tormentors. He was bucking like a bronco as I tweaked his nipples and Mark stroked his hard-standing cock. Then, with an almighty roar, he climaxed and released a jet of seed into the air. I laughed as Mark's face and hair were splattered with spunk. In playful revenge, the scamp stood up and, wanking himself off, splattered me with his seed. He then pressed my cock into service, by encouraging it to decorate the man's face with spunk. The man was milked on a regular basis after that, as was two more men. Mr. Perry and Mr. Shelden would punish the men with leather straps and whips, before rewarding them with a visit from, "The boys with the magic touch". - - - Copyright (c) Simon Taylor, June 2011 - - - Apologies for the above style of writing. My wordsmith skills are somewhat limited, so my efforts tend to read like a run-of-the-mill report. Therefore, the above account, which spans a four-year period, is devoid of erotic detail and skips over a dozen or so encounters I had with the woodsmen, the beachcombers and the retirees. All comments and questions are welcome, including constructive criticism - needless to say, all flames will be ignored and purged.