Date: Thu, 04 May 2017 02:12:02 -0400 From: Leo Rysing Subject: Tales of Boys and Men-Story #3 Tales of Boys and Men - Story #3 - "Caught by Stu's Dad" (M/b) Edited and posted by Leo Rysing (LeoRysing at protonmail -dot- com) This is a stand-alone story, part of a collection of tales that share only a common theme; they are all true (or true-ish) experiences between boys and adult men that are recalled fondly by those involved. This story was submitted by a reader, H. in the UK, and I've done only minor editing as it came in pretty much ready to go. My thanks to him for sharing his story with us. I would once again like to extend my thanks to my online friend, "G.S.," who helped proof this. My deepest gratitude to him for all the help. The story below is in two parts, both contained in this one post, and tells the true boyhood experience the author had with an adult man when he was 12 and another when he was 17. As always, please do what you can to support Nifty and keep this site free and available to all: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----- Author's Preface: I've written my story for you. I hope it turns you on. It's all true and makes up the foundation for many of my current fantasies. I enjoyed every minute of it. ----------- Part 1: Caught by Stu's Dad written by H. in the UK edited by Leo Rysing I must have been very sexually precocious as a child. I got into a number of incidents - though I must confess probably not as many as I would have liked. I sometimes wonder what mayhem I could cause if I could go back to my earlier years knowing all that I know now. I grew up in a town in the English Midlands in the 60s and early 70s, the youngest of three brothers. My elder two brothers were significantly older than me. I mention that because there was always porn around our house - their porn - if you knew where to look for the stashed magazines, and I always knew where to look. Generally nothing too explicit in those days, but plenty of top shelf magazines. I grew up wanking to "Reader's Wives" and "Reader's Letters," and none of this could have happened without it! We moved when I was about 8. Our new neighbours had an only son who would have been about 10. Both his Mum and Dad worked and I suppose we spent quite a bit of time together in the holidays and though I don't remember how it started, it wasn't long before we were enjoying some 'naughty' fun. It was initiated by him, but I doubt whether there would have been much protest from me. I remember that we would go to his house when his parents were working and we would get naked together and compare cocks. I remember him taking me into his parents' bedroom one day and us going through his mother's underwear draw. Just the thrill of going through his mother's knickers, bras and suspender belts felt so naughty. He would pick out things for me to try on... I must have looked ridiculous even though his mother was quite petite... but he loved feeling her knickers over my cock and I loved being touched and played with. We would rub our cocks and our naked bodies together and push our cocks into each other enjoying the feelings. It became a regular event in his parents' bedroom. Though at that age, just dry orgasms and thankfully no cum stains on her sexy panties! He moved away when I was about 10 and looking back I must have really missed our fun together because I started looking for a replacement. About a year later another family with an only son moved in down the road. His name was Stuart. He was a bit younger than me. I started a friendship with him - I guess with one thing on my mind. It wasn't very difficult. My parents both went out on Saturday mornings, my Mum shopping and my Dad to a second job. We only had one car so they went out and came back together, giving me free reign for a few hours (my brothers had moved off to college by this time). I remember the first time I invited him over to play games. He thought Monopoly, but I had other ideas. I suggested we go to my bedroom and of course there were 'girlie' magazines on my bed. Monopoly was soon forgotten as we browsed the naked women and got ourselves hard. Soon we were both naked and I was teaching him how to wank and suck cock. It was pre-puberty for both of us when we started. Both Stu and I were uncut, with small, hairless little boy dicks, about the size you'd expect for boys of our age. Of course, as with all boys, that would change. The relationship between us lasted maybe three years during which time I had many of my 'firsts' with Stu - and him with me. As adolescence dawned we both grew physically, and as our little uncut boy dicks grew into the ripening fruit of young, pre-teen boys, we continued to play and compare. The first time I had a real cum - at home wanking when I was maybe 12 - I couldn't wait to share the experience with him the next Saturday. We got naked and I told him proudly I could cum properly now. I was amazed when his response to this was to promptly drop to his knees and put his mouth straight onto my cock to begin sucking me off. Of course, as a horny young lad I was all too quickly able to reward him with the prize he wanted. I loved cumming in his mouth and he was keen to swallow every drop. I knew we had read about it enough times in the "Readers' Letters" sections of my porn mags that there weren't any surprises about what was going to happen, although I was curious myself what it would actually be like to experience someone cumming in your mouth. It was six months later that Stu had his first wet cum and I got my answer. When he released his first load I was sucking him, and eagerly received it in my mouth! I'll never forget the wonderful feeling of his young cock exploding in my mouth for the first time, as well as the taste of his young, boyish cum. I was soon addicted and never missed an opportunity to suck him off. It was around that time that Stu started becoming a bit more 'demanding' of me, and I easily fell into the role of being more passive to his needs. I well remember one day, at his house, naked on his bed and mutually wanking whilst reading a 'girly mag' that he told me to turn over and lie on my front. I did. He got on top of me, pushed my legs apart and within moments had entered my arse with his young cock. The horny young lad was soon fucking me with enthusiasm, and quickly came inside me. To be honest, I didn't really feel much, but I did feel wonderfully used. At home later I fingered my arse to feel his cum inside me as I wanked myself off in my room. Stu and I were a horny pair. We messed around often. Too often, as it turned out. And so it was that one weekend it finally happened. We got caught, by Stu's Dad! When Stu and I got together at his place we always went into his bedroom at the front of the house to play. The house had a small driveway in front where Stu's Dad, who worked as a maintenance engineer if I remember correctly, would park his van. We always knew when his parents came home as we would hear the car arrive, the doors bang shut, and then people entering the house. It always gave us plenty of time to get our cocks put away, our clothes back on and a board game out as cover. But on the infamous day we were caught, there was no noise at all. Stu and I were on his bed. I was completely naked, Stu just had on a t- shirt. He was reading a girly mag and while he did, I was gleefully sucking on his delicious young cock. And that's how we were when Stu's Dad walked in. All hell broke loose. I was panic stricken, jumped up and got dressed as his Dad shouted, "What the hell is going on!?" A moment later his Dad was shouting at me to "get out!" and I rushed home in panic. I waited all that day and the next for Stu's Dad to come around to my house to tell my parents what had happened. I was in a state. By Monday, nothing. Nervously I went back to school, cautiously feeling that maybe, my secret was safe. But as I walked home from school, Stu's Dad was waiting for me, washing his car in the drive. "Henry, I want to talk with you," he said. My heart sank. Trembling, I went over to where he was and he put the washing things down. "Are your Mum and Dad home?" I was panicked again. They weren't, but had they been I probably would have lied anyway. "No, they're out." "All right then," he continued. "Come over in 20 minutes. I want to talk to you about Saturday. Do you understand?" Head hung low, corned with no way out, I mumbled a reluctant "yes." Twenty minutes later I was back as promised and he was answering his front door to me. I was shaking like a leaf. "Go into the lounge," he ordered, and of course I did as I was told. "Stu and his Mum have gone to stay with the grandparents while we sort this out," he told me. "Sit down." I sat, eyes looking to the floor, while he stood in front of me. "Stu, has told me everything, so there's no point lying." (On reflecting back, I doubt this was true, but at the time I was too worried to think straight.) "How long has this been going on, Henry?" "About two years," I answered, reluctantly. "How often?" "Every couple of weeks, I suppose." "You were sucking Stu's cock, weren't you?" "Yes," I admitted. "So, you've been sucking my boy's cock for over two years?" Silence from me. "Does he ever suck yours?" I hesitated, not wanting to get my friend in trouble, but then, nervously, I admitted, "Sometimes." "Does he swallow it? Does he like to taste your cum?" he asked. It was such an awkward question, I didn't know what to say. I just shrugged. "But you like it, don't you, boy? You like sucking cock." I didn't say anything. "What else do the two of you do?" "Sometimes we wank," I confessed. "Anything else?" I thought about how Stu had fucked me. I didn't know if Stu had told him that, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. "Are those magazines upstairs yours?" he continued. "Yes." "Where did you get them from?" "My brothers." That raised his eyebrows. "Are your brothers involved too?" "No!" I answered quickly. "Honestly, just us." He seemed to accept that and, for some reason, seemed a bit relieved. "Have you ever told anyone else about what you two get up to?" "No." "Okay, so no one else knows?" I shook my head, "No." Stu's Dad looked me over for a moment. "You do it so often... you must really like sucking Stu's cock." I felt so embarrassed, but couldn't deny it. I shrugged, "Suppose." "No, Henry, I want to hear you say it." I hesitated, not really wanting to admit it, then finally, "Yes. I like sucking Stu's cock." "Does he cum in your mouth?" "Yes." "Do you swallow his cum?" "Yes." I guess I was a bit slow because throughout all of this, I still didn't see where he was going. It wasn't until Stu's Dad took a step toward me as I sat there, that it finally dawned. He had jogging trousers on and as he stepped closer to me his hand was on the outside squeezing an impressive sized cock that was on the way to becoming very hard. I had never seen a grown man's cock 'in anger' but I would be lying if I told you that I hadn't fantasised about sucking one. Suddenly, there was one right in front of me. "You know, I'm going to have to tell your parents about this," he said. Silence, as I watched his hand, squeezing his cock. "That is, unless we can come to an understanding and we can ensure that you never play with Stu that way again." I sat there silently, unsure what to say. "Do you want me to tell your parents, Henry?" "No," I answered. By now, it was finally becoming clear to me where this was going and I started getting butterflies in my tummy. I found my eyes locked on his swollen member and finally I knew exactly what we both wanted. Too worried to be hard, but nevertheless getting excited, I reached up with my right hand to touch his cock through his trousers. He moved his hand aside to let me feel him and I ran my fingers over the surface of his shaft. I felt it; his thick, throbbing manhood just below the surface of the fabric, and as I rubbed it, he slipped his trousers down enough to expose his bare man cock. It sprang out and pointed directly at me. "Well, what shall we do then? Eh?" He asked, teasingly. Stu's Dad's cock was very impressive to my young eyes. He wasn't too long, to be honest, but was quite thick with a patch of dark pubic hair. Unlike Stu and me, his Dad was circumcised, which was, I guess, pretty normal for his generation. "Have you ever sucked a man's cock, Henry?" he asked, as I stared at it. I shook my head, "No." Without another word, I instinctively leaned forward to place my mouth around the object of my desire. He gently placed a hand behind my head and firmly, but smoothly, guided me onto his wonderful cock. I began sucking. I was in heaven! "That's it, Henry. Suck it. Suck a real man's cock," he said softly. "I bet you love that, don't you?" I just kept sucking in earnest as he stood there in front of me. After a moment he pulled away, sat down and pulled his trousers off completely. "Come here and suck it, boy," he commanded, motioning me toward his large, hard cock. I dropped obediently between his legs, falling quite willingly to my knees, and got to work. For the first time in my life, my mouth was bursting with the meaty thickness of a truly man-size cock. His thick, circumcised member filled my mouth in an entirely different way from Stu's boyish dick. Stu's Dad's cock wasn't too long but it was quite stubby and filled my mouth nicely. I don't remember it hitting the back of my throat, but then again, there wasn't any force applied. I sucked him vigorously, but that was it. All I did was suck him. Now, I wish I'd done more, but in truth, I was too nervous (we both were) and too inexperienced to get into licking his cock or balls. His cock was very clean. Looking back, he must have prepared for what happened. He had planned it all and was quite turned on. I always suspected that he didn't get oral from his wife (they never seemed an affectionate couple), so I guess it was worth the risk for him to try it with me. After all, he knew for a fact that I liked sucking cock, that I'd been doing it for a while now and that I would probably be very willing. He was right. While I was nervous about the situation, I went about my task with sincere enthusiasm. I may have been inexperienced on a man-sized cock, but I had spent two years sucking off his son at this point, and had dreamed of getting to do this with a real man. I imagine I was pretty good for a kid, because it wasn't long before Stu's Dad tightened his grip on my head, his legs tensed and he began thrusting with his hips. Moments later I got my first taste of man juice as he shot a load in my mouth. I don't recall him having any distinctive flavor. All I know is I eagerly swallowed it all, every drop, and after that, I licked him clean, just like I had done with Stu so many times before. When I looked up, I was gratified to see Stu's Dad smiling down at me. I could tell he'd enjoyed it, and for some reason it made me very happy to know I'd pleased him. "So, our secret then, and your parents won't find out. Agreed?" he said. Of course, I happily agreed to his terms. It was about a week or so later my Mum told me that she'd seen Stu's Dad. My heart missed a beat. "They're moving away," she told me, "but he said that as he was clearing out he found some of your things - toys I suppose - and he wanted you to pick them up before they left. Can you go over to get them?" So it was, a week after my first experience, I was at the front door of Stu's house again, this time on my Mum's instructions, and wondering with butterflies again what was going to happen. Was I going to suck cock again? Stu's Dad opened the door and welcomed me inside. The house was in the process of being cleared out to move. He explained they had decided to move because of his work and to make things easier, so he said. "There are a few things of yours I found upstairs though. Give me a minute and I'll go sort them out." I waited at the bottom of the stairs, expecting him to come down. Then I heard, "Come on up and get them," and as I walked upstairs, "I'm in here." I walked into Stu's room. The curtains were closed and it was darkish. I could see many things had gone, but the bed was still there and Stu's Dad was lying on it naked, legs apart, with a few of my girlie mags that he had found, and a rapidly hardening cock! "If you want these back," he said, teasingly, "you have something to do first." Of course, I was only too happy to oblige, and that became the second time a grown man had cum in my mouth. Although I didn't know it then, it would sadly be the last time for a few years that I'd know that pleasure. They moved away and after that day I never saw Stu's Dad again. I realize now that Stu's Dad had planned everything, including catching us in the act. We would've heard any car pulling into the drive, but that day, there was no noise at all, Stu's Dad just came in. I suppose he must have known somehow. Maybe he found some of my girly mags under Stu's bed? Then, instead of just confronting Stu, he must have decided to catch us at it. He must have parked his car some distance away and come back in quietly through the back door, probably expecting to just find a couple horny lads wanking off to girlie mags. Instead he found his son getting a blow job from his friend! He may not have found exactly what he was expecting to find, but I'm sure now it wasn't just an accident he caught us that day. Later on I discovered from my Mum that Stu was fostered. After I learned that I found myself thinking back on some things, like how quickly Stu went down to suck my cock when I told him I could come, and the questions Stu's Dad had asked me like, did Stu like sucking cock? Did he swallow? Of course, my imagination got to wondering about things between them, but who knows what all the back story was really. I'll never know for sure but I've certainly had my fantasies. Although I never saw Stu's Dad again there is more to the story. A few years later I saw Stu in town. I remember we were both 16 then as it wasn't long before I left home. Stu had grown a lot, he was probably taller than me at that point and a bit rough looking. Now I hadn't had any cock fun since his family had left and when I saw him I remember being a half-mind to ignore him, and a half-mind to go say hello. He went into a sports shop and my cock took control of my head. I followed him in, 'bumped' into him and said hello. We chatted and eventually, I plucked up the courage to ask him if he had had any 'fun' recently, you know, like we used to? He said he hadn't. Suddenly I found myself saying, "Well, if you want to come 'round to my house, we could." It was summer, holidays and my parents were both out all day. "When?" he asked. "Tomorrow, if you like," I answered. "Okay, what time?" "Say, 2pm?" "Okay." So it was after a couple of years, I was welcoming Stu, nervously, into my home. "Let's go upstairs," he said. We both knew why he was there and what we both wanted. Upstairs, in my room, he undid his trousers to show that he had grown all over. His cock was now large and getting bigger by the second. A fine specimen! "Get down and suck it," he ordered. I did as I was told and took his lovely cock into my warm mouth. "Take your clothes off," he instructed. I did. "Get on the bed on all fours." I could hear him spit on his cock and I felt him dribble some saliva on my arse. Before I could really grasp what was happening, I felt him enter me. "Uhh," I moaned. This was not the same little boy dick that had poked me in the arse before. Stuart had a man size cock now and I'd never experienced anything quite like this before. Without any other words he entered me and he fucked me. It was the first real fuck I'd ever had. Stu wasn't gentle, but I can't say I didn't like it. He fucked me like a man, rough, firm, taking charge and taking what he wanted from me. I remember feeling all the sensation you'd expect from a first proper buggering; some pain, yes, but also something else, something very fulfilling. I liked being used by another guy. Soon his pace increased and I felt him thrusting harder and deeper into me. I bit into the bed to keep from making too much noise, although I don't know why since there was no one in the house to hear us. He thrust harder and deeper -- held himself there for a moment -- then stopped. As soon as he was finished, it was over. After he had cum, he got up, dressed and left, leaving me to wank my own hard cock and feeling both thoroughly fucked and deliciously well used. It was the last time I ever saw him. In one way looking back, it's almost unbelievable the things I did at that young age, but they are all fact. And all triggered because I had easy access to soft core porn mags. Because of them, I got an early taste for sucking older men's cocks, and that, of course, triggered the whole set of events that followed next. Part 2: Rendezvous at 17 I left home when I was 16 to join an apprenticeship scheme of a big company in a town about 40 miles away from home. The company housed me in a shared house with five other guys about my age on the same programme with a lady housekeeper to keep an eye on us. I spent the week there (four days at work, one on day-release to the local technical college) and went home on the weekends to see my girlfriend. I couldn't drive, so it was all by bus and train. It made it all feel much further away than it actually was. I hadn't had any 'cock fun' for a few years (with the exception of my farewell fucking from Stu, probably about six months earlier). I had developed sexually and had discovered girls with all their gorgeous curves. My housemates and I would go out regularly to pubs (underage drinking never seemed to be a problem then) to drink and chat up girls. I loved women, I had a girlfriend and I definitely wasn't gay. But then, my earlier childhood experiences had set up some powerful fantasies in my head. Most nights I would end up in my room alone with my stash of 'girlie mags' and a very busy right hand. I wanked every chance I could (oh, to be that age again!). And being away from home, I could safely buy all the magazines I wanted. So it was, about that time, that I discovered 'contact magazines'. My favourite, for those Brits of a certain age reading this, was called "Rendezvous." It's hard to imagine in this internet age, but for those unfamiliar with them, contact magazines in the 1970s were not-too-professionally produced booklets of adverts; listings, like classified ads in papers. They were the printed version of what today would be postings on Craigslist or other hookup sites. Each listing was no more than 50 words long, all solicitations from people looking for sexual fun. I remember they had four sections: Women, Couples, Men, TV & Gay. If you were interested in replying to one of the adverts in "Rendezvous," you wrote a letter, put your letter in an envelope, put the advert reference number on the front of the envelope in pencil and enclosed a self- addressed stamped envelope with the letter. You put all of that in a bigger envelop and sent it, along with the appropriate fees, to "Rendezvous," who sorted the letters and sent them to the advertisers. If that person was interested, they wrote you a reply and sent it to you in your self-addressed envelope. You waited in expectation and excitement in case you got a reply through the post several days later. If you got a reply, it was very obvious as the letter was addressed to you in your own handwriting. All that and days of waiting for some clandestine sex. Youngsters today don't know how lucky they are! I had many a night wanking to the adverts in "Rendezvous"; married women wants fucking - husband to watch; sexy wife looking for gangbang partners, etc. etc. For a young impressionable mind it was all so wonderfully erotic and amazing. That there were women and couples out there who did things like that? Incredible. But many nights, I would end up looking at the TV & Gay pages. Skimming the adverts, looking for an older man, maybe an uncle or father figure who, in my fantasies, could take me in hand and lead me astray. I'd remembered back to Stu's Dad, his lovely cock; his hand on the back of my head pulling my mouth onto him; the twitch of his cock as he entered my wet mouth; tasting him for the first time; his cock fucking my face and then feeling him tense up that second before his wonderful cum exploded in my mouth; being held as I swallowed his lovely cum and licked him clean. And then, one night I saw the perfect advert: "Male, 60 years old, looking for a young friend for uncomplicated fun. Suit an impressionable guy. No experience necessary." I'd seen many before, but this one...this one was in the town where I worked. My mind raced. I could be on my knees in front of an older man - old enough to be my grandfather....sucking his cock...being expected to give him pleasure....what else would he want me to do? I wondered. Would I get turned on with a guy old enough to be my grandfather? Could I bring myself to do it? But what excuse could I make to get away for the evening? What if I was found out? I would, after all, need to use my lodging address for the reply. What if he ever came 'round looking for me? What would I say? In my head, complete shame and ridicule amongst my new friends awaited. A social outcast. Laughed at, at work. But god, it was erotic...sucking a grown man's cock again. But, no I couldn't. It was just too dangerous. That next Sunday, back at my parents' house. In the cupboard. Writing paper; envelopes. I could get some stamps. Should I take some? Would they notice? Butterflies. Could I go through with it? That next week I found myself writing... "Hello. My name is Henry and I live in the same town as you. I'm 19," (I lied, adding two years to my real age so as not to scare him off) "and very inexperienced, but I'm very willing to learn. I saw your advert and I wondered if you would be interested in meeting? Perhaps, if you are, you could reply and let me know how best to get in contact with you. Henry xx" Next day, with a beating heart and a twitching cock I posted my package and the waiting began. After a week, I was convinced I'd get no reply. Then, coming home one night, there it was; an envelope addressed to me in my handwriting. My tummy turned...will anyone notice it was written by me? Is my secret safe? I grabbed the letter and rushed to my room. Inside was a simple reply, with a request for me to call 'David,' at my convenience, with a local phone number. So it was that later that night, I gathered my 10-pence pieces and headed for a walk to a public phone box far enough away so that no one would notice. I placed the call. It rang, and a man's voice answered. "Hello, David Williams speaking." 'Hello. Errr....it's Henry here," I said in a nervous voice. "I replied to your advert in Rendezvous." "Henry, how wonderful you've called. Hold on a minute, let me just close the door - we can have a nice chat then.... Well, excellent. Yes, it would be very interesting to meet you. Have you done anything like this before?' 'No, no I haven't' 'Oh, lovely. And how old did you say you were?' 'Err, 19," "Oh," he said, perhaps noticing something in my voice? "Sad that you're not.....just a bit younger....." The naivet‚ of my youth. What to say? I thought he maybe wouldn't have wanted to meet someone so young, but maybe... "Well, actually I'm a bit younger than 19." "Really? Oh, how exciting. How old are you.? You sound about 15, I would guess." "I'm 16," I lied again, only this time subtracting a year from my actual age. "Oh, yes, that's lovely. You're making me quite excited. Well, we should meet then and I can get to see what you're like? But at your age, you won't be able to drive. How about I come to pick you up one night this week?" My cock was beginning to twitch, but him coming to pick me up? How would I explain that? "Well, er... How about I meet you in town. I can get the bus in," I replied It was settled and the following Tuesday night at 8pm, there I was waiting in the train station car park for a white Ford Cortina with a black roof to pull up. It arrived and parked. It was dark - I couldn't see who was in it. Was I going to go through with this? Courage, excitement, fear... I couldn't let him down now, could I? Leave him waiting there for me? I walked over, opened the passenger door and got in. "Hello," he said, as he got a good look at me for the first time. "Much better looking than I expected. Very nice. Shall we go for a drink somewhere out of town. We probably don't want to be seen by anybody we know do we?" And off we drove. He was skinny, silver haired with a silver moustache. Looking back, probably ex-public school. Definitely not butch, not tall either - about the same height as me. Physically, certainly not intimidating. In a quiet country pub we chatted briefly. I remember he was very conscious to check that I wanted to go through with this. There was no pressure and every opportunity was given for me to back out - no offence taken - if I was unsure. He was kind and put me at ease, but I had come too far to turn back now. He asked me about me. I was very cagey. I asked him, what he did. "Oh, I'm semi-retired now, so I only work a couple of days a week. I'm a science lecturer at the local technical college." My heart missed a beat. There was only one technical college in town. The one I did day-release courses at. I'd never seen him though. Would I have noticed if I had? Probably not. Should I tell him? Probably not. But it was now more risky. But it was more erotic too...a semi-retired lecturer fucking one of his students. Oh, god..... He asked me if I wanted another drink. "No," I said. And the words just came out..... "You can take me back to your place if you'd like." Back in the car, alone and dark outside, he turned to me and gently pulled my face to his. Gently at first, he kissed me. My first male kiss at just 17 with a 60+ year old man. Outrageously naughty. Very erotic. My cock rose as his tongue gently parted my lips and we kissed properly. His hand now on my thigh, moving upwards.... "Let's get you into my bed then," he said and we drove off. At his house - a bungalow, all on one floor - quickly inside I was directed to the bedroom. He was on me as I stood by the bed, kissing me and undressing me. I was soon naked and I started on him. I unbuttoned his shirt and then knelt at his feet, slowly undoing his trousers to release his cock. He was disappointingly small, pale and circumsised, with white pubic hair. But it was very hard. The moment now I'd fantasised about so many times since Stu's Dad - taking a man's hard cock in my mouth, on my knees giving a man pleasure. I slowly moved onto him, my tongue licking up the underside of his erection, taking time and slowly, with my eyes closed, moving my mouth over his cock to start my work. "Oh no you don't!" he said as he pulled out of my mouth and lifted me up. "'Onto the bed and on your knees. I want to have you properly." I obeyed as he got behind me, pushed me down so my arse was available to him and he took me, slowly at first and then speeding up. I put my hand between my legs to touch him - I so wanted to feel him entering me, his balls slapping against me. But he was having none of it, as he pulled my arm away. I remember him saying only one thing whilst he was fucking me: "If you ever want to do this, I can arrange it for you." A very strange thing to say when you are fucking your new conquest, I thought. All too soon, he speeded up and I heard him cum as he pushed into me. He rolled off and lay next to me on his back, apparently exhausted. What to do now? Feeling perverted I moved down to his cock to lick him clean, something I'd never done but suddenly wanted to try. He pulled my head away and stopped me. I lay next to him...and he was soon snoring. The truth? The most erotic situation I had ever been in, but absolutely the worst sex I had ever had. To be honest I hadn't felt much from his small cock, I hadn't felt him cum, he clearly wasn't interested in my pleasure...and now he was snoring next to me. In later life whenever I heard a woman say it was a bit 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am,' inside I completely understood. I'd just had a 'wham, bam, thank you, son.' I lay there thinking about what he'd said - 'If you ever want to do this, I can arrange it for you'. Intriguing. Clearly, he wasn't up for being fucked by me. He must have a 'friend' who was up for it. Was I interested? A threesome? I must have drifted off on the bed. I was awoken - we both were - by the front door closing and movement in the hallway. "Ah, Jon's home," David said. It was the first time he had mentioned about someone else living with him. "Will you do me a favour please?" he continued a second later "Can you get me a glass of water from the kitchen?" I got up and started to put my pants on. "No," he said, in a firm tone. "Go as you are!" "I can't. Jon might see me." I protested. "I know," David replied with a grin. "Go, on now. It'll make his week." and he leant over and lightly smacked my bottom In my defence, I was still horny - I hadn't cum yet - and my cock was semi-rigid. Wantonly exhibiting my naked teen body to another man? A teen coming naked from a 60 year old's room to exhibit himself - probably recently fucked....it's the kind of thing that has since filled so many of my fantasies. It was with trepidation that I walked naked into the kitchen, taking a deep breath as I entered. What a shock! Jon wasn't the older man I expected. Instead, sitting at the kitchen table, was a boy - certainly no older than me, slightly effeminate with wild fine blond hair smiling at me. "Hi," Jon said nonchalantly, as if naked boys walking around the house was a common occurrence. "Are you David's fuck for tonight? He said he was planning to meet someone." "He wanted a glass of water," I said as I walked to the sink to get one. I felt his eyes follow me as I returned to the bedroom. David was smiling as I entered. "Leave the door open," he said as I went back to him. "Come and lie next to me. Did you see Jon? Or more to the point, did Jon see you?" Lying next to David as he started to stroke my cock slowly, he explained (impossible though it is to believe in this day and age) that Jon was the son of a family he knew; he was having 'some problems at home' so David had offered to let him stay whenever he needed to. Jon's parents were happy with the arrangement. I've since so often wondered if Jon's parents knew that they were sending their precious son to stay with a sexual pervert. Maybe they did and maybe that's why they did it. With David and me naked on the bed, my cock hard in his hand, he shouted, "Jon? Did you have an alright evening? Come in and say hello!" Jon walked in, his eyes on my cock and sat on my side at the end of the bed. "Nice cock, isn't it?" David said pushing my cock to point towards Jon. Without hesitation, Jon leant forward and took my cock in his mouth. It was wonderful. And then David turned my head and started kissing me again. Oh, god. I was in heaven. David broke off our kiss and looked over the scene in front of him. "Get your clothes off, Jon. I want to take you. It's been a very long time since I've had two such lovely young boys on the same night." Jon took off his clothes to reveal a lovely, smooth, uncircumcised cock, about the same size as mine. David organised us. I turned around, feet on the headboard lying on my back. Jon got over me, took my cock in his mouth and I took his in mine. The first time for years that I'd had the opportunity to take time and really pleasure a cock with my mouth. David soon positioned himself and I could see his cock slipping into Jon's waiting arse. As he pounded into Jon, Jon's cock got pushed into my mouth. I soon got the rhythm. But it wasn't long before David came inside Jon. I was next with Jon's expert sucking, and as I exploded in his mouth, he exploded in mine! It was wonderful. We all flopped on the bed, spent. Dropping me home, a few streets away so I wouldn't be noticed getting out of a man's car, David asked if we could meet up again, maybe on Friday? Jon would be going back to his parents and it would be our last chance to get together, all three of us. "I can't," I said. "I go back to my parents on Friday evening and I don't stay here." 'Well, excellent. Make an excuse to your parents - say you have to stay for a work do or something that has been arranged; maybe a leaving do - yes, one of your friends is leaving and everyone is going out to say goodbye. You can spend the night with us and I'll drop you back at the train station on Saturday morning.' "No, I really can't," I replied "Of course you can. We'll have some fun," he said as he moved his hand up my thigh and squeezed my cock. Bloody thing started to get hard again. "I can feel you want to. I'll pick you up here on Friday at 7pm. Now, off you go....and don't be too good!" I got out of the car with my next booking made. I remember the feeling of panic as I explained to my Mum on the phone that I wouldn't be home as usual on Friday night, but on Saturday morning instead. She'd be bound to realise I was lying. "Oh. Okay then," she said "Where will you be staying the night?" That horrible moment when the truth flashes across your mind. 'Actually, Mum, I'll be staying the night with a guy old enough to be your father, and he'll be fucking me any way he wants - in my mouth, up my arse...oh and I'll be having sex with another teenage boy about my age who's staying with him and hopefully I'll be swallowing loads of fresh cum from his cock. Is that OK Mum?' Fortunately, "Oh, just on a friend's floor for the night," actually came out. "I'll be back early on Saturday." Commitment made. Friday came and I was showered and waiting on the street corner as instructed. David wasn't late and we were soon driving to his house. And on the way he prepared me. "Henry, I hope you don't mind. But you know Jon is going back to his parents' this weekend. Well, I was going to take a few pictures of him tonight. Just a little something to...remind me of him. A few naked pictures probably. I'll develop them myself, so obviously no one else will see them. It would be great if you could be in a few too. Now, don't worry. I'll make sure your face isn't in any of the pictures, just so you are sure that no one would know it's you. But, for me, would you? It would make them far more erotic for me." And so it was I spent my first Friday night away from my parents posing naked for pictures with a boy my age for a perverted older man. No face pictures, but many of my cock being stroked, sucked, licked...my head being held and face fucked! Jon, sitting on my lap naked, as we kissed and I stroked his hard cock. My arse pulled apart for the camera with Jon underneath me with my cock in his mouth. Two or three roles of black and white film. And then two or three hours of sex, sucking and being sucked by Jon and us both being fucked again by David. Next morning I was dropped at the station as promised for the early train. And then the worry began. What on earth had I allowed to happen? I decided then and there that I couldn't meet David again. Though he wrote, he never came around in person. And I thank him for that. He realised that I probably felt that I'd gone too far. He probably didn't realise that I was actually more worried about how far I might go with him. No face pictures? Who knows. I never saw his work. I much doubt he was the only one who ever saw the pictures. I'm sure there was a good market for underage cock pictures in those days. It nagged me for several months, but then I left the town and the fact that I had been an underaged porn model for older perverted men only ever came up in my fantasies. So that was it. Quite incredible looking back. But all true. The next year I was 18. I soon found a local girlfriend, ?lost my virginity? and headed off for a normal heterosexual life. Normal, that is, except for the odd excursion on my knees in front of a horny older man, when I got the chance. Do I have any regrets about my childhood experiences with older men? Perhaps just one. I was lucky. I was never forced into anything (well, not anything I hadn't fantasised and wanked about). But back then, in the days before the internet exposed man's desires to the world, I was so very naive. Mostly I just let things happen to me, and I was very lucky that some very erotic things did happen. My one regret then? I wish I had known then what I know now - that there are older men who relish sex with boys; that a young teenage boy can be a sex fantasy. If I'd known, I could have had as much cock from older men as I had wanted. I wish I could go back now to my early teenage years. Would I have proactively gone 'round to Stu's Dad after that first time to cement our 'arrangement' and turn a couple of one-offs into something else? Would I have hung out with David, become his boy model? Maybe been introduced to some of his friends as his cock loving young boy? Would I have found other exciting adventures? Who knows. But I know, somehow, I would have become a slut for older men. ------- Thank you H., for sharing your story with us.