Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2018 12:20:28 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: The Black-Jacks - Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, 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: oral anal, t/M+ - - - - - The Black-Jacks - Part 1 It was the summer of 1963, and I was fourteen years old. The school holiday was a week old and I was depressed. Ronnie, my best friend, had gone on holiday with his parents to Wales, so I was left to kick my heels for the next two weeks. The nearest kid to my age was now Trevor, who was sixteen years old and worked at the local garage-cum-scrapyard, which backed onto my backyard. The owner of the garage-cum-scrapyard was Harry Bourne, a man in his early fifties, and a bully - my mother and father didn't like him at all. My mother and father both worked, so when school was closed, I was left on my own during the better part of the day. As a dare, I usually climbed over the back fence and prowled around the scrapyard, normally when Harry and Trevor were at lunch. An old Austin A40 Devon, which had been in the scrapyard for years, was my makeshift hideout. One of its doors was missing, but it still stayed dry when the rains came. Also, someone had left a lot of dirty photographs in the glove compartment. My cock always twitched when I opened that glove compartment. My favourite photograph depicted two naked men having 'cock-sucking' sex in a 69 position. One man was in his forties, the other was a skinny teenager. The other photographs were all black and white prints of naked young men, posing for their fans. They all had really large cocks, some cut, some uncut. Of course, I was using my four-inch cock as a comparison barometer, so I was no judge. As usual, I slipped off my summer shorts and underpants. I then spat into my hand and took hold of my uncut cock. I loved wanking myself off in that old car, it was such a naughty thing to do. Suddenly, something moved in the scrapyard. I peered through the car's dirty windscreen, towards the garage workshop, and saw Harry and Trevor opening the wooden access doors. My jaw dropped, because apart from their workboots, they were completely naked. Unconsciously, I resumed my wank as I watched the man and teenager step out, into the sunshine. Three fully dressed black men stood directly behind them, watching their every move, as was I. Harry, who was about six-foot tall, with short, black hair and a swarthy complexion, was idly playing with his thick, uncut cock. Trevor, who was a tad shorter than Harry, had short, blond hair and a fresh-face complexion. And like Harry, he was also playing with his uncut cock. Harry and Trevor turned to face one another, and clearly under orders from the three black men, Trevor dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. Harry stepped forward, put his hands on Trevor's shoulders and sank his cock into the teenager's open mouth. I gasped, realising that Trevor was cock-sucking his boss in front of an audience; and the easy way it was happening, proved that they had been doing it like that for ages. I scrambled into the driver's seat, to get a better view. My cock was rock-hard and throbbing; I just couldn't believe my luck, especially when I saw Trevor's poker-stiff cock bobbing up and down in mid-air. I pressed against the broken steering wheel and wanked furiously. I just couldn't take my eyes off the magical scene before me. Harry pulled out of Trevor's mouth, his cock glistening with saliva, and splattered the teenager's face with spunk. The three black men clapped, and then stepped forward. Harry was slapped across the face and punched in the stomach. Trevor was pushed to the floor and kicked. Clearly, the men had some sort of hold over the two mechanics. This was plainly seen when Harry and Trevor stood up and bent over for more punishment. Their arse-cheeks glowed bright red by the time the three black men left the garage. This was all too much for me and my cock. I collapsed against the car door as my spunk erupted all over the steering wheel and dashboard. The next thing I knew, I was lying out, on the ground, with my cock still in my hand - the driver's door had given way, and was now swinging to and fro above me. I wasn't hurt, but I was dazed and shaken. Two shadows fell across my body; I looked up, and there stood Harry and Trevor. I was frightened, but still I noticed that while Harry's cock had softened a little, Trevor's was still as stiff as a poker. It was twitching, and the bulbous knob was glistening with precum. Harry's face was purple with rage, but Trevor was grinning from ear to ear, as he stared at my cock. 'Well, well, well!' said Trevor. 'What have we got here?' 'Sorry!' I said. 'I won't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me. Honest!' 'So, the wanker speaks,' said Trevor, laughing. 'And look at all those mucky pictures in the car. He must want to join our wanking club. Am I right?' 'Yes!' I said. 'No! .... I'm not sure.' 'Spying and trespassing, and messing up my car,' snapped Harry, as he pointed to the spunk dripping off the steering wheel. 'And hiding his dirty pictures in my car!' 'Please, Mr. Bourne,' I pleaded, 'don't tell my father. He'll slipper me. I'll do anything you want; anything, but please don't tell my father.' Harry and Trevor put their heads together and had a whispered conversation; and as they did so, I sat up straight and stared at their lovely cocks. 'Right, young man,' said Harry, 'you'll do anything I tell you to do?' 'Yes, sir,' I stammered. 'Anything.' 'And you won't say a word to anyone about what goes on here, in the yard?' 'No, sir. I promise .... I just don't want my father to find out. He'll slipper me.' Being slippered was my real worry. And no one would believe my story about naked men having sex in the scrapyard. Plus, why was I in the yard in the first place, spying! 'Get up, boy,' said Harry, 'and go into the workshop. I don't want you to speak, unless one of us asks you a question. You just do as you're told. Understand?' 'Yes, sir,' I replied, still stammering. I scrambled to my feet, pulled my underpants and shorts up, and walked toward the workshop. Harry and Trevor followed me inside and closed the wooden access doors behind them. 'What's your name, boy? asked Harry. 'Adam, sir,' I replied. 'Adam Weston.' 'Well, Adam,' said Harry. 'I want you to take off all your clothes and sit up on that work bench, the one by the wall.' I did as I was told, and then waited for further instructions. 'He's a nice piece of arse,' said Trevor to Harry. 'And so good looking.' 'Yep!' said Harry. 'We've hit the jackpot here. The Black-Jacks will be well pleased with this little beauty.' Harry told me to spread my legs apart and lean back, with my arms well back to support my upper body. The wooden bench was free of any oily car parts and tools, so I didn't hesitate to comply with Harry's order. I could feel my face burning up with embarrassment, and although I was still a little scared, I liked being naked in front of the two mechanics. My cock was now fully erect again and ready for action. The workshop was large and spacious, and fully equipped with all the trappings of a working garage, including two hoists. However, it didn't look right; it didn't look like it had been used as a garage for years. There were no hand tools out on the benches, and the main garage doors were locked and bolted. The place looked too clean for a working garage, so what did Harry and Trevor do all day in this pseudo place of business? The idea of two naked men; well, a naked man and a teenager, ordering me around was a real sexual turn on for me. As I widened my legs a little more, I realised that my arsehole could also be seen, and accessed. This made my cock twitch with unbridled excitement. I so wanted someone to touch my hard-standing cock. Trevor leaned forward and touched my left nipple. He then ran his hand over my chest and down my left side. My whole body shuddered as he touched my thigh, bypassing my genitals altogether. He smiled as he squeezed my leg, just above the knee. The bastard was clearly teasing me. 'Nice cock you have there, boy,' said Harry, as he leaned forward and tweaked my right nipple. 'You belong to us now. So every day you're gonna turn up here and get naked with your new friends. Understood?' 'Yes, sir,' I said. 'Every day. Yes, sir.' 'Not the weekends mind,' said Trevor. 'Only weekdays, when your parents and mates don't no where you're at.' 'Okay,' I said, as Harry ran his hand lovenly down my right side. 'Now let's see what we can do with that little stiffy,' said Harry, smiling. Trevor toyed with his hard-standing cock and licked his lips seductively. 'Sit still, boy,' continued Harry. 'Just relax and go with the flow.' I watched apprehensively as Harry took hold of my cock and eased back the tight foreskin. My whole body shook again as I got more and more turned on by what was happening to me. I really liked this sex lark, especially when I was on the receiving end. Harry took my shiny knob into his mouth and began tonguing it clean. I groaned with pleasure, and almost shot my load into his mouth right there and then; luckily, he didn't take too long to clean me up. He straightened up as my quivering, rigid stem was released. 'Fucking hell, Trev,' exclaimed the old man. 'He's cock tastes so-o-o delicious, and it gave up a big dollop of precum.' 'Yes,' said Trevor. 'I think he's gonna be a real goer. Here, give us a taste of his juice.' I watched in amazement as they embraced and kissed each other. Trevor's tongue disappear into Harry's open mouth. And after a couple of minutes, they broke apart and looked real flushed. Trevor's cock-slit was oozing precum, which made his purple knob glisten and sparkle. Harry's thick and veiny cock just twitched in anticipation. 'Right, let's try something else,' said Harry. 'Swing around and get up on your hands and knees, doggy style. Press your forehead against the brick wall and wiggle your arse, just like a dog does with its tail.' The work bench was quite wide, so I had no trouble in assuming the new position. Of course, my arse-cheeks were now in full view and open for inspection. Trevor put his hands on my arse and told me to stop wiggling. He then parted my arse-cheeks and exposed my anus fully. My cock was still rigid, and pressing into my belly. I felt warm air on my anus, and shivered with excitement - Harry was blowing a stream of warm air at my arsehole. 'Okay, Trev,' said Harry. 'Try rimming his virgin hole. Let's see if he likes it.' 'I can then try a finger or two,' added Trevor. 'He's bound to like that sensation.' 'Yes,' I thought to myself, excitedly. 'I'm going to have man sex!' All fear had left me now, I just wanted to have sex. My cock and ball-sac were aching to shed a load, and I thought if I could take Trevor's fingers, I could probably take his teenage cock. As Trevor's tongue began to slide up and down my arse-crack, Harry stood a little to one side and toyed with my nipples. He kept playing with them as Trevor's tongue licked right down to my hairless ball-sac. I was moaning softly and shivering with delight - this new sensation was the tops. Then, something began to poke at my anus; I instinctively tensed. 'Relax, boy,' said Harry. 'It's only Trevor's tongue .... And you're gonna love it up your tight boy-cunt. Plus, it'll loosen you up for his fingers.' I was confused, what did he call my arsehole; a 'boy-cunt'? This dirty talk was really turning me on. I tried to relax as Trevor's tongue entered my hole. It felt really good as it darted in and out, causing me to produce more precum. 'You going to dry-fuck his boy-cunt, Trev? asked Harry. 'Or do you need some Vaseline?' Trevor lifted his head, leaving me feeling empty. 'I think we can get his boy-cunt wet enough with a bit of spit, Harry,' said Trevor. 'I think he's a natural, a right little sex-pig.' 'Just like you were at his age,' laughed Harry. Trevor hawked and I flinched when a gob of his spit landed on my anus. Then, my hips jolted forwards as he rammed a finger into my hole, as far as it would go, and left it there. There was no pain, just a little discomfort as it passed through my arse-ring. 'Are you all right, Adam?' asked Harry. 'He's not hurting you, is he?' 'I'm all right, sir,' I replied. 'It feels good having Trev's finger up my bum.' 'Champion!' said Harry. 'He'll get your boy-cunt nice and loose, and then he'll fuck it like billy-o. And when he's done, I'll fuck your brains out with my big fat cock.' I couldn't hide my eagerness, especially when a second finger was added to the first.