Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2022 14:31:16 +0000 From: Kevin Marlow Subject: The Eastern-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Gay - Adult-Youth / Interracial: M+/t+, oral, anal - - - - - The Eastern - Part 1 My friend Daniel and I would often take time off from school during 1963: I was fourteen years old at the time and Daniel was fifteen years old. We were both due to leave school during the summer holidays, so we had the perfect excuse for not being in school. We were both looking forward to our first job. At least that's what we told our headmaster and teachers, whenever they bothered to question us as to why we were absent. I don't think they really cared where we were, or what we were doing. Daniel and I were looked upon as "disruptive" during lessons - though I must admit that Daniel was far more confident and disruptive than me. He was always the leader and I was always the follower; often into some pretty iffy situations. It was a lovely sunny day in the beginning of June; Friday to be exact, and the last day of the week as far as school was concerned. Daniel had visited my house as usual at 8:45 am. Being best friends, we always walked to school together. In fact, it seemed that we did everything together. "Let's go to Wickhams this afternoon, Kevin," Daniel said. "We can't," I replied. "I got into trouble last time. My dad said he would leather my arse if I bunked off school again." My father was fairly strict with me and my ten-year-old brother, and was not shy about giving us a real good hiding. As we neared the school gates, Daniel suddenly stopped. "Oh, fuck it! I'm not going in," he said. "It's too nice a day to sit on our arses in there, listening to a lot of guff about history and whatnot." Daniel began to walk off. "Wait Daniel; wait for me," I cried. We sneaked down an alleyway between two houses, so that we wouldn't be seen by any of the teachers. We came out into a road well away from the school. "I must be mad doing this!" I said to Daniel. "My dad will kill me if he finds out." We went off looking round the shops and generally just messing about. "What are we going to do, Daniel?" I asked. "It will be boring just traipsing around the shops, and I've got no money. Where can we go for the day?" "I know!" Daniel replied. "Lets go to The Eastern. We can check out the wogs." The Eastern was a collecting point for black men, mainly West Indians and Afro Caribbeans, looking for casual dock work. "Wogs" was just one of several names that white people called black people in the 1950s and 1960s. There are too many names to list here, so if you read anything that you're unsure of, it will probably be just another name for black people. We set off to walk to The Eastern, and arrived just before 10:00 am. Daniel had a shilling in his pocket, so he suggested that we went for a cup of tea in the first cafe we came upon - although there was a middle-aged white man behind the counter, we soon realised that we were the only other white people in the place - everyone else was black. We sat at a table in a small alcove by the window and waited to be served. "What ya want?" the man behind the counter asked. "If you want serving, you better come up here. I ain't no lackey." Daniel made his way to the counter through a hail of comments from the black men. He then came back after ordering two lots of tea and toast. "What's wrong?" I asked him, looking into his bright red face. "That old git serving," he said, "he's just asked me if we were looking for jig-a-jig. He said we had come to the right place if we were looking for black cock." I stared at Daniel in disbelief. I knew what jig-a-jig meant - everyone at school was familiar with the wog word for sex. I told Daniel to forget the tea and toast order. "No way!" he replied. "They're not frightening us off; besides, it's ordered now and I'm hungry and thirsty." The old man brought over the tea and toast. "You two boys are a bit young to be out looking for black cock, aren't you?" he asked. "You might bite off more than you can chew! In fact, when you get it, don't chew it, suck it!" He walked away laughing. I then heard him say something to three wogs sitting at another table. "Go easy on them, boys. They're only kids and are probably still virgins." To be honest, I was beginning to feel uneasy and a little worried. I saw two of the black men get up and start to walk over to our table. "Oh, fuck, Daniel," I said. "Their coming over to us." "What ya two white boys doin' in our cafe?" asked one. "Ya lookin' for some dark meat?" They both sat down at our table and began asking us all sorts of personal questions; such as, "Ya after some black cock? Ya still virgins, right? Like the old blood sez?" I estimated their ages to be around the mid-thirties. Then another one came over, he looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. He sat down next to Daniel, so we were completely trapped in our seats. The first two were sitting beside me on my side of the alcove. The younger one asked our names and Daniel told him. One of the others shouted to the man behind the counter to bring over more tea for us all. I tried to refuse it, telling them that we were leaving because we had to meet Daniel's uncle. "Wassa matter, boy. Ain't our tea good enough for ya. Go on take it! Drink it! Ya ain't gotta meet nobody." Frightened now, we began to drink the tea. It tasted bitter. Daniel and I exchanged glances. We both knew what the other was thinking: the old git had put something in it, probably alcohol. "Here, have a few puffs on this, Kevin," the man sitting next to me said, as he forced a hand-rolled cigarette into my mouth. I hardly ever smoked cigarettes, so I coughed and spluttered on the smoke as I breathed it in. The three blacks laughed. "Here ya, show him how it's done, Danny," the younger man said, as he took the roll-up from me and handing it to my friend, who knew how to inhale smoke properly. The smoke and another cup of bitter tea soon washed away our inhibitions. Before I knew what was happening, we were walking along the street with the three men. Then we were led down some stairs and into a house - where there were several other men of various ages sitting around smoking and drinking. There was a funny smell in the room. I soon learned it was marihuana. We were given glasses, with white rum in them, and told to drink it. It tasted awful, I realised this was what the old git in the cafe had put in our tea. After smoking more of the dope, not by choice. I asked to go to the toilet. There was a roar of laughter. "There ain't one," the younger man said. "If you want to piss, use the bucket out back." I was desperate to go after all the tea I had drank, so the young man took me to where the bucket was kept. "Please turn your back. Don't watch me!" I pleaded with him. "I won't be able to do it with you looking at me." He laughed and said, "You better do it or ya gonna piss yourself for sure." After the humiliation of him watching me piss in the bucket, he took me into another room. As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, I realised it was a bedroom. "No!" I shouted, as he pulled me towards the bed. Struggling, I pleaded with him, "Please no! leave me alone. P-p-please, I'm still a virgin. I'm only fourteen!" Throwing me on the bed, face down, he smirked! "Ya won't be no virgin when ya feel my black cock up your tight arse." As my school uniform was roughly pulling off, I struggled and cried out for Daniel. He was thrown on to the bed beside me, already naked. One of the older men stripped off and got on top of him. "Get off me!" Daniel snapped. "Stop it! Get off me, Sambo. Leave me alone. Oh, oh... Jeez, stop it now. Take it out, it's hurting me." I realised that I had stopped struggling. I just lay there as my vest and Y-fronts were taken off. Mesmerized, I watched as the man's black arse went up and down between Daniel's legs. He was pumping his big black cock in and out of Daniel's boy-cunt. I could hear Daniel begging the man to stop. I felt the younger man climb on top of me, it felt like I was dreaming, my hands were being held above my head by someone. Hands were rubbing my arse-cheeks. I felt someone tweak my right nipple. A finger entered my boy-cunt. It moved around, and then slowly slid out of me. What was being done to me seemed like a hazy dream. It was as though I was oblivious to my own degrading assault. I couldn't take my eyes off Daniel and the man humping him. An elderly black man was standing beside the bed masturbating his stiff cock. He moved forward and grabbed Daniel's head, pulling it round to face him. With one hand he squeezed in Daniel's cheeks between his fingers and thumb. This forced Daniel's mouth to open wide. I then saw the man's cock slide into Daniel's mouth. I watched the long, thick cock being forced down Daniel's throat. Daniel was trying to retch and gag, and because he couldn't, he was beginning to panic. I thought he was going to suffocate. All the men in the room were laughing and making disgusting comments. "Get it down him, Leon" One man said. "Shove ya dick right down his throat," said another man. "Push the white bitch to the limit." Daniel had completely given himself up to the man fucking him. After the initial shock and pain of being arse-fucked, he now found himself being face-fucked by Leon. His whole attention was now concentrated on trying to breath; he must have realised there was no use struggling or fighting the man on top of him, whose arse was now going up and down like the clappers. I looked at Daniel briefly and heard Leon mutter, "Agghh! I'm going to shoot my load." I and everyone else knew that Leon was shooting his spunk into Daniel's mouth. The wogs started cheering, and a couple even tweaked Daniel's ears. As the man lifted himself off Daniel's body, I saw his cock slide out of my friend's tight arsehole. A mixture of slimy sperm and blood could be seen as another black man took over from the first, driving his cock-head deep into my friend's tight hole. I looked up to see Daniel's throat contracting around the cock buried in his throat; his nose was actually pressed into the old man's pubic hair. It was fascinating to witness the event; Leon never moved his cock at all. He was content to let it stay down Daniel's throat, allowing the muscle contractions to bring him off. I watched, along with everyone else, as Leon gradually began to withdraw his long, thick cock. As it came out of Daniel's throat, I could see my friend's neck shrinking back to its normal size. It was like watching a severe swelling go down rapidly. It eventually came out of his mouth with a loud popping sound. I stared at its size and couldn't understand how on earth it managed to go down so far. Daniel began to retch and gag. A sudden stream of vomit and spunk erupted from his mouth. All the wogs in the room erupted into howls of laughter. The man fucking Daniel raised himself up; he must have had his cock right inside Daniel, because he actually lifted the boy off the bed a little. The pain of this brought a loud squawky croak from Daniel, before he slipped from the man's cock and dropped back to the bed.