Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 15:12:51 +0000 From: Stewart Clark Subject: Stewart's Bike Accident All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a teenage boy and adult males. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org Gay / Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Stewart's Bike Accident My bike hit the chestnut tree at speed, and then sent me flying. "The brakes didn't work," I said to the man that knelt down beside me on the grass. "They just didn't work." "Any broken bones, boy?" asked the man, as he squeezed my arms and legs. "The front wheel's a write off for sure." "Lummy!" I snapped. "My dad will blame me, not the brakes." "Calm down, boy," said the man. "Just lie there and relax. Okay?" I nodded my head as my cock stiffened under the man's hand. "What's he doing?" I thought. "Why is he touching me down there?" The man took off his jacket and placed it over my crotch. "I'll chain the bike to that park bench," he said, "and we can come back tomorrow and take it to the repair shop. Okay?" I nodded my head as he continued to squeeze my stiffy. "Is he okay?" asked a passing dog-walker. "He came down that hill really fast. He could have broken his neck." "Yes," said the man. "He just needs to rest up for a while. His brakes failed, but he'll soon be up and about." An hour or so later, the man was still squeezing my cock under his jacket. I must have cum three times on that remote path, and because no one was about, the man took his time wanking me off. "What's your name and age, boy?" he asked. "My name's Derek." "Stewart," I replied, "and I'm 13 years old. Derek was in his early 60s, and knew how to keep my mind off the bike accident. His fingers really kept my cock stiff under the jacket. ~ ~ ~ The next day, we both met up in the park, by the bench. "Morning, Stewart," said Derek. "Ready for another hard day?" I smiled and touched my crotch casually. "I'll unchain the bike and we can walk it to the repair shop. Okay?" "Yes," I replied. "I haven't told my dad about the accident, so I need to get some money together for the repairs." "I'll pay for the repairs," he said, "and you can sit in my car and pay me back later. Okay?" I smiled and touched my crotch again. ~ ~ ~ During the summer holidays, I sat in Derek's car, every other day, and let him play with my cock. He parked up in a remote car park and kept me entertained for hours on end. Iain, Derek's friend, joined us a week or so later. I was stripped naked and fucked by the two men on the back seat. Iain was in his late 50s and looked a lot like Derek. The two men had dark grey hair and no pubic hair around their uncut cocks. After the summer holidays, Iain invited me to visit his friend George. I just couldn't believe how easy it was for George and Iain to talked me out of my clothes and bend me over. I was such an easy fuck. George, was tall and slim, and in his early 50s, and was all smiles when he saw me in the nude. He sat me on his knee and praised my "ultra-stiff cock." He then kissed my neck and began to run his hand up and down my thigh. And as he took hold of my 13-year-old cock, he whispered in my ear, "I so want to fuck you, Stew." After George had joined me in the bath, for a mutual deep clean, he told me to take hold of his seven-inch cock and lead him out of the bathroom and into the spare bedroom. Once there, he began to suck my cock as we lay on the bed in front of Iain. A few minutes later, Iain introduced me to a new jar of Vaseline. George and I then got into position to fuck. I tried to relax as the man's rigid stem entered my tight hole. It hurt a bit, but George was very kind and gentle. "Grin and bear it, boy!" he said. "Just grin and bear it!" I did grunt something back in reply, but George simply laughed and ignored it. "C'mon, George," said Iain. "Take him for a long, hard ride. Pump him full of seed and make his ears pop." George did his best to comply, which I truly appreciated. I also liked the idea of him climbing aboard a second time that day, just to see if he could actually make my ears pop. So, that's how I became George's bum-boy. I met lots of men at George's house, and I appeared alongside several other boys at sex parties. I recall being invited to an orgy one Saturday afternoon, which turned out to be a truly awesome event. I was face-fucked by six men and three boys. Everyone wanting a piece of my arse that day, including the three boys. ~ ~ ~ Two or three days after that awesome event, Iain stopped me in the street. "That was some orgy, Stew," he said, as he guided me towards a white van. "Get in and I'll run you home, the long way round." As we reached the outskirts of town, Iain told me to unbuckle my belt and ease my shorts and Y-fronts down. He then drove along little-used country lanes, so I didn't mind getting my cock out. The van did judder from side to side when Iain reached over and stroked my cock. I didn't feel at all safe in the van, especially when it went round blind corners at speed - Iain wasn't a very good driver. Thankfully, the van came to a halt beside an old barn. The wooden structure was located just a few yards away from the narrow lane, so thankfully there was a gravel lay-by to park on. The spot was ideal for some man and boy hanky-panky. "This is my favourite spot, Stew," he said. "And it's where I'm gonna fuck you in the back of the van. So, get your kit off." "Sorry, no can do, Iain," I said. "I'm helping my dad in the shed this evening, and I'm already running late." "Why didn't you say something earlier?" he barked. "I thought we were just gonna wank off in the van. Sorry." The ride back to town was undertaken in complete silence. Iain was fuming, so I looked out of the side window and wished the time away. I didn't see Iain for almost a month after that little misunderstanding. However, I did see his van a few times after our falling-out. It was generally parked outside the park gates, so Iain was obviously inside the park looking for a willing bum-boy. ~ ~ ~ "I've heard so much about you, Stewart," said Brian, as he squeezed my left arse-cheek. "It's so nice to finally meet you. George talks of no one else these days." Brian was a superb cock-sucker. He began at the tip of my cock-head and slowly worked his tongue up and down my rigid stem; he then took my cock into his mouth - sucking more and more of it in. I was groaning with so much pleasure, especially when he began fingering and probing my arsehole. Danny and Simon were eager to join us on the bed. The two Scouts were kissing each other and playing with their rigid cocks. Things were getting really hot now - all four of us were keen to taste cock in a variety of different combinations: twosomes; threesomes; foursomes. As I turned to take Brian's man-size cock into my mouth, I suddenly felt hands on my arse, stretching my cheeks apart. I looked down and spotted Danny getting ready to explore my inner sanctum with his hard-standing cock. And right behind him was Simon, so this was really getting good! I relaxed and let all three have their way with me. I really enjoyed being their bum-boy; it was fun. Somehow, Brian and I ended up on our sides, in a 69-position, with Danny fucking me and Simon fucking him. George kept cheering us on; and then, with perfect timing, the two Scouts shot their loads in unison. "That's great, boys," said George. "Now, top him off with some seed, Brian. Put some hairs on his chest." We all collapsed in a sweaty heap after Brian's climax. I knew that I had shot my load during the sex-romp, but I didn't know if it had ended up in Brian's mouth or not. "Jump in the bath and get cleaned up for round two, Stew," said George. "Old Adrian wants to poke you next. ~ ~ ~ "I know you're tired, boy," said Adrian to me. "But I must fuck that arse of yours today." Adrian and Brian were both Scoutmasters, and Danny and Simon were their current bum-boys. The two boys were 14 years old and spent a lot of time under canvas as Scouts; and a lot of time under Adrian and Brian as bum-boys. Both men had links to the local church, so they had access to lots of boys. "Just lie down on the bed, Stew," said George, "and let Ade do all the work." "That's it, boy," said Adrian. "Spread yourself out on the bed, face down, and let me fuck your brains out." Most of the fuck was a blur. I was pushed and pulled in all directions, like a rag doll. I recall having Adrian's cock in my mouth a few times, but mostly I was being pounded into the mattress by the wiry old man. It was so exhausting! George put me on sick leave after my first run-in with Adrian. He decided that Danny and Simon should bend over for the rest of the session. This left me sitting on the sofa downstairs, perusing the pictures in a Dutch magazine. ~ ~ ~ A few days later, I continued to moan and groan as Adrian worked on my naked body. He tweaked my nipples and rubbed my tummy, and then went back to wanking me off. My whole body shuddered as the finger in my arsehole, and the fingers around my cock, made my legs turn to jelly. I nearly fell forward, but Adrian held me in place as I climaxed. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "That was awesome!" "Yes! It sure was." After another glass of Tizer, Adrian, who was now completely naked, kissed me again. He ruffled my blond hair and sat down on the sofa again. He then positioned me between his outstretched legs. His cock and hairless ball-sac were ginormous. The uncut stem was thick and mouth-watering long, and his ball-sac was quite wrinkly. He gently ran his finger around my upper and lower lips, before pushing it between my lips and into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around the finger and began sucking it. He then moved his finger in and out of my mouth, as I sucked on it hard. Adrian's free hand guided my head down toward his hard-standing cock. The transfer from finger to cock was expertly done. I instinctively took hold of the man's cock and ball-sac, and then went to work on his stem like a veteran cock-sucker. "Clearly, all those gobstoppers and ice lollies have prepared your mouth for cock," he said. "So, you cannot blame yourself for being led astray by such a sweet temptation ... Oh, that feels great!" Adrian then began to rock backwards and forwards with stronger and stronger movements. My breathing became laboured as he put his hands on my head and held me firmly in place. I heard myself slurping as I tried to cope with the piston-like rhythm. The cock-head was now hitting the back of my throat, causing me to almost gag. My eyes were awash with tears. "Wow!" exclaimed Adrian. "That feels mighty awesome." Suddenly, the man withdrew his cock from my mouth. I looked up to see his face red and contorted with pleasure. He was taking long, heavy breaths now. I instinctively began to stroke his cock as he aimed it at my face. We both knew what was about to happen, so I prepared to shut my eyes and close my mouth. However, Adrian's cock suddenly erupted and beat me to it. My face was awash with spunk as I blinked it away from my eyes and swallowed some of it. Adrian grabbed my hand and increased the stroke-rate. I couldn't really see, but another barrage of spunk hit my face dead centre, leaving his cock-head and my face connected by several strands of spunk. My chin was dripping with spunk as I continued to lick and suck his semi-erect cock. "Keep up the good work, Stew," said George. Some 10 to 15 minutes later, I was told to go upstairs to the bathroom and get cleaned up. "Right, let's get you dressed and back home," said George. "When will you be available again, Stew?" "I'm off school for two weeks," I replied, "so Monday onwards would be fine." "Right, Monday it is," said George. "I'll pick you up around noon, at the bus station. And then again on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday..." We both laughed as George squeezed my left arse-cheek and kissed me on the lips.