Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2024 13:21:59 +0000 From: Stewart Clark Subject: Trevor's 1968 Adventure-1 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 donate to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org to keep this site up and running. Gay - Adult-youth: M+/t, oral, anal - - - - - Trevor's 1968 Adventure - Part 1 I was 13 years old when this adventure began in 1968. I had found out about wanking the year before, and like most boys of my age I did it a lot - helped in the main by the pictures I found in an old copy of Health & Efficiency magazine. I never tried anything on with the boys at school, in case I got beaten up for being a pansy - I must admit, I did look like a soppy bookworm, with short, blond hair and National Health spectacles. I usually wanked myself off in the local park: in the bushes by the Drakeford Road entrance. My bicycle could always be seen propped up against a tree or behind a park bench during my wanking sessions. Well, one day I was as horny as ever, so I chained and padlocked my bicycle to my favourite bench and headed for the grassy clearing in the bushes. My cock was rock-hard by the time I stepped into the clearing and unbuttoned my shorts. I was well into a good wank, when suddenly a disembodied voice said, "You need any help with that, boy?" I froze as my shorts and Y-fronts slipped from my fingers and dropped to the ground. I just couldn't move as a man stepped into the grassy clearing. He was tall and burly, and had blond hair. His hard-standing cock, which was uncut and ginormous, was poking out of his open flies. He must have been in his late 30s or early 40s. Fear and embarrassment kept me rooted to the spot, as the man stepped forward and smiled. "You need any help with that, boy?" he repeated, putting his hand on my right shoulder. "It's always better when someone else does it for you." I looked down at his uncut cock and kinda swooned. "I wank off here all the time," he continued. "It's my favourite outdoor spot." I just couldn't take my eyes off his ginormous cock. It was so virile looking, with its shiny, bulbous cock-head pointing straight at me. "Your cock will be just as big as mine when you grow up," he said, spotting my mesmerized interest in his rigid length. "The more you wank, the bigger it gets. So, do you want me to wank you off?" Open-mouthed, I kinda nodded my head as he leaned forward and took hold of my four-inch stem. Jeez, it felt great. I just couldn't believe my good luck. "See," he said. "It feels a lot better when someone else does it for you." "Mmmmm," was the only response I could give. The man moved his hand up and down my rock-hard stem. I guess my second moan of pleasure gave him the green light he was looking for. He increased his stroke-rate and made me moan all the more. My cock began to jerk around in his hand. I had never felt this good before, it was totally awesome. "That's a good boy," he said. "Now, just relax and let old Frank do all the work." I continued to moan as Frank squeezed my stiffy and moved his hand from my shoulder, as he dropped to one knee, and put it on my bare arse-cheeks. "I really like playing with schoolboys and their bums," he said. "Young dicks and little bottoms are my favourites. And they look so good in my big hands." I smiled when Frank squeezed my right buttock, which sent a shudder of excitement surging through my body. Something inside me was telling me to always be around, in the bushes, when Frank wanted to play with my arse. That awesome cock of his had cast its spell, and I so wanted to be one of its conquests. The sound of a bird flapping around in the undergrowth diverted my attention for a few seconds. The thought of being discovered in the bushes with Frank, and unable to run away because I was hobbled by my shorts and Y-fronts, set off an alarm bell in my head. "What if the bird had been spooked by a park keeper, or a policeman?" I thought. "What would people say if they knew I had let a man play with my willie?" It was then that I felt something warm and wet on my cock-head. Frank was now sucking my uncut cock. The sensation was absolutely mind-blowing, and far better than anything I could have achieved with my hands alone. The alarm bell in my head, and the thought of being discovered by a policeman, vanished in an instant. I was back in lust-mode and eager for more sex. Being sucked off by an arse-squeezing man was totally awesome. Frank really knew how to win over a horny schoolboy and turn him into a randy bum-boy. "Stop now, Frank!" I stuttered. "I'm gonna shoot my stuff." I tried to pull away but Frank maintained his vice-like grip on my arse. I only stopped struggling when the climax finally overwhelmed me and forced me to release my spunk into his waiting mouth. "Ah!" and "Crikey!" were the only words I could utter. Frank didn't take my cock out of his mouth. He just sucked on it more and more, until he had gulped down every last drop of spunk. I couldn't believe it; the man had swallowed my "stuff" on purpose. "You swallowed it!" I said, shuddering with excitement. "You swallowed my stuff on purpose." My cock was still rock-hard when Frank finally released it, along with the hold he had on my arse. "Yes, boy," he replied. "It tasted great!" He then stood up and began wanking himself off like crazy; and as he did so, I took hold of my cock and gave it a really hard squeeze. I just couldn't take my eyes off his rigid length. I so wanted to touch that ginormous cock. "You can play with my dick next time, boy," he said, reading my thoughts. "You can even suck it, if you want to." I smiled as Frank gave out a low groan and shed his load, which sent jets of spunk into the bushes. "Crikey! That's a lot of stuff," I said in admiration. "I wouldn't be able to swallow that lot." "You'll be surprised how much you can gulp down, once you get a taste for it." I watched as Frank loaded up a fingertip of spent spunk, which was oozing from his cock-head, and offered it to me. I winced and declined the offer of a taste. "Try tasting your own spunk, when you're ready," he suggested. "It'll taste a bit salty, but it's full of scrummy goodness." "Okay," I said. "So, what's your name, boy?" he asked. "And did you like me playing with your dick and ball-bag?" "Trevor," I answered. "And yeah, it was terrific." "Good, good. So when do I get to play with your dick again?" I so wanted to say, "How about now," but I didn't want to push my luck. "This time tomorrow, if that's okay with you." "Good, good. That'll be fine," he said, smiling. "Now, don't you go telling anyone about what we just did. Mums and dads don't like their little darlings playing with big dicks. So, let's keep it our little secret, just between you and me, and the bushes." "Yeah, okay," I said. "Right, I'll be off now, Trev. You get dressed and follow me out in five minutes. Okay?" I nodded my head as Frank disappeared into the undergrowth. Of course, I had no intention of getting dressed and following my new friend out of the bushes in five minutes. I still had a stiffy, and it needed a long, hard wank before it was fully satisfied. When I did emerge from the bushes a park keeper was standing on the path, smiling at me. "Did Frank make you feel good?" he asked. "Sorry. I don't know what you mean." I replied. "I saw the two of you together in the clearing, so don't deny it, boy. Frank's known for playing around with schoolboy cock." "Er... That's..." "Tell you what!" he interrupted. "My hut's just over there. So, why don't you step inside and I won't tell anyone about what I saw in the clearing? Deal?" I left the park keeper's hut exhausted. Old Sam had kept me inside for ages. "Thanks for that, boy," he said. "And do come back soon. I'd like to see you completely naked next time." I smiled and walked off with a spring in my step. Old Sam had wanked me off three times, and I had wanked him off once. ~ ~ ~ Old Sam was a wafer-thin man in his mid-50s. He had a good collection of Dutch magazines in his hut, which featured naked men and boys having sex. These magazines kept boys like me coming back to the hut on a regular basis. When the hut door was shut, and a school tie was hanging from the handle, a boy was having fun inside. I stayed away from the park at weekends. There was far too much activity going on for my liking. The place was a mecca for horny boys and generous boy-lovers. Frank's flat was the place for me at weekends. I could walk around in the nude and pleasure Frank and his like-minded friends to my heart's content. My addiction to cock kept me quite busy on Saturdays. Frank and his three friends would gang-bang me for hours on end. It was only when little Greg appeared on the scene that things changed. The 12-year-old blond was real cute, and quite manipulative. I didn't stand a chance against his wily ways, so I was dropped from Frank's Saturday team. Luckily, Lenny stepped in and saved the day. ~ ~ ~ Lenny invited me along to a small warehouse. The single-story building stood alone, in the centre of a lorry park; and by the look of things, it hadn't been used in years. Dave, Lenny's friend, was the keyholder, and looked after the place for the absentee owner. "Hiya, boy," said Dave, as he unlocked the doors to the warehouse. "Hello," I said in reply. "He's a real good fuck," said Lenny, as he put his hand on my arse and gently pushed me toward the doors. "And he loves sucking cock." My face went bright red as the two men played with the waistband of my shorts. There was no one around, apart from us three, but still I took a half-step away from Dave and Lenny. "He's real shy," said Dave, as he put his arm around my waist and brought me back to the adult-youth fold. To my amazement, my shorts were unbuttoned and tugged down a little. The two men were slowly undressing me, and I was too polite to stop them. We stood outside the warehouse as my t-shirt was pulled up to expose my belly. This touchy-feely process was embarrassing me something awful. The two men were smiling as they opened the warehouse doors and watched me rush in. I crashed to the floor when Lenny tripped me up. "We're not all the way in," I said, as Dave pulled my t-shirt off. "My legs are still sticking out." I kinda crawled into the warehouse as everything I was wearing came off. "Don't get up, Trev," said Dave. "Just crawl over to those two mattresses and wait for further instructions." Inside the warehouse, the storage area was clean and well-lit. I cursed my luck as I crawled over to the mattresses.