Date: Fri, 03 Jun 2022 09:29:50 +0000 From: Andy Gray Subject: When Andy Met Jack-12 (M+/t, oral, anal) All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Let's keep this site up and running! When Andy Met Jack - Part 12 The next day, a British Railways van pulled up alongside me as I walked to the park to meet Gary. "Hiya, Andy," the driver said. "Stuart sends his regards." I looked at the driver in bewilderment. I had no idea who the man was; however, Stuart's name had been mentioned, so all seemed well. "Stuart wants you to meet some new people," the man continued, "so hop in and I'll take you to the goods yard." "You sure, mister?" I said. "Stuart never said anything about..." "Last minute, son," the man interrupted. "Stuart asked me to pick you up and take you to the goods yard. So, here I am." I still looked puzzled, but the man did seem friendly enough; and new people meant new cocks. "C'mon, son," he said. "Hop in and make yourself comfortable. I'm Kevin by the way." As we travelled to the goods yard, I was told to unzip my flies and get my cock out. "No way!" I protested. "Someone might see." "Here, put my railway cap over your flies," Kevin said. "We can both play around with your cock then. No one will be able to see what we're doing underneath the cap." * * * My cock was still rock-hard when I walked into the Shed Foreman's hut. If I'd let go of the cap, right there and then, it would have just hung there, as if it was on a coat peg. "Greetings, Mr. Slade," Kevin said to the foreman. "This is Andy, the boy Stuart told us about last night. He's a cocky little sod, as you can see." Kevin snatched away the railway cap from my grasp, exposing my hard-standing cock. "Awesome, man!" Clive said. "Nice and stiff. Just the way I like to see 'em." "Get naked, son," Kevin said, as he closed the hut door. "We want to see you out of those clothes and stark-bollock-naked. So get to it." "Yep!" Clive added. "Nice and naked, and ready to suck some rock-hard dick." * * * Some fifteen minutes later, after I had sucked off Kevin's hard-standing cock, I was kneeling between Clive's outstretched legs. The foreman was sitting in his favourite chair, watching me work on his hard-standing cock. Clive was tall and thin, and in his 40s. He was the only shed-man on duty, so the hut was the perfect place for him to have sex with a horny schoolboy. "Suck him off good, Andy," Kevin said. "If it wasn't for Mr. Slade, we wouldn't have so many box vans to open. So, we need to reward him from time to time." I had no idea what Kevin was talking about. Rewarding someone for opening box vans didn't make any sense to me. Then, as Clive filled my mouth with a deluge of spunk, I went into a fearful panic. The door, which should have been locked earlier by Kevin, suddenly opened. Kevin greeted the two men as they stepped into the hut. He then locked the door behind them. My heart was pounding away like billy-o. I looked up at Clive in blind panic, but the man's face was unresponsive, as if nothing was amiss. "Look who's here, Andy," Clive said, laughing. "Meet Sam and Taffy. They're a couple of horny wheeltappers." "Where's the rest of the lads, Sam?" Kevin asked. "I wanted Andy to be humped by six or seven boy-lovers." "They can't make it. They're still out on the track. There's been a derailment outside Chelmsford." Thankfully, my jitters were now subsiding; however, I didn't like the idea of being naked and outnumbered by so many men in such a small hut. Having one or two cocks to service was fine, but taking on so many cocks in such a small space made my head spin - I wasn't sure that I could cope with all the attention. "He clearly doesn't like surprises," Taffy said. "He's looking a bit rattled." "Nah!" Kevin replied. "Just show him your cock. The boy's a natural-born cock-sucker, so he'll soon be licking his lips again." Taffy unbuttoned his flies and waggled his uncut cock in my direction. It was long and thick, and looked like a real mouthful. "His tongue's fuckin' awesome," Clive said. "And his fingers are so touchy-feely." I liked the sound of that compliment, so I squeezed Taffy's hard-standing length. "Suck on that lance, boy," Clive said. "We're gonna turn you into a wicked spunk-monkey." I licked Taffy's "lance", and then his cock-head, and then his ball-sac. I just couldn't get enough of the man's hard-standing length. "That's it, Andy," Clive said, as a flash of light engulfed the inside of the hut. "We just need a few pictures of you for our collection. Now look at the camera and carry on sucking cock." The men took it in turn to capture me on film. I didn't think much of it at the time, but photographs of me in the nude, sucking cock, was a good way of keeping me tame. I loved sucking cock, but clearly Kevin needed a little leverage over his new recruit. "Where's the Vaseline, Mr. Slade?" Taffy asked. "The boy needs his hole lubricated. And then he needs to be well and truly fucked." Yes, I was about to be fucked by a man who had been a complete stranger to me an hour or so ago. And as I bent over to accommodate the man's cock, the flash-gun on the camera lit up the inside of the hut again. "That arse of yours looks so-o-o inviting, son," Taffy said. "I love humping young whippersnappers like you. Ain't that right, Mr. Slade?" "Yes," Clive replied. "And you always get first go! The rest of us have to make do with sloppy seconds." Taffy smiled and put a greasy finger in my arsehole, and moved it in and out real slow. "Hurry up, Taffy," Kevin said. "I need a shot of his face, just as your cock slips inside his hole. I'll try and get another one, but the battery on this flash is a bit iffy." Taffy pushed his cock into my arsehole, which made me moan and groan with pleasure. The flash blinded me for a few seconds, but it didn't stop me from sucking Sam's cock. "Look at the camera, Andy," Kevin ordered. "Let's get a nice shot of you being fucked and face-fucked by two horny boy-lovers." With that, Taffy pulled out and thrust back in again. He was using my arse for his own pleasure, and so he carried on thrusting away until suddenly he shuddered and climaxed with one last push. "Take it all, bitch!" he snapped. I gagging on Sam's cock as Taffy's cock slipped out, with a pop. "Great!" Kevin said. "Now let's get a shot of Andy's arsehole, with the spunk oozing out." * * * I met Kevin outside the goods yard a few days after the sex-romp in the Shed Foreman's hut. My arsehole had been filled fourfold during the sex-romp, so I was looking forward to a repeat performance. The men had made a real fuss of me, especially when they were taking photographs of me being licked into shape. "We have a problem, Andy," Kevin said in a whisper. "The Yard Foreman is using Mr. Slade's hut for the next few days, while his office is being repainted. So, I think we should fall back to another place I know. It's a garage-cum-scrapyard, with some comfortable rooms, and beds, above the garage." * * * The "comfortable rooms" above the garage-cum-scrapyard were huge, and one room was filled with naked men. There must have been a dozen or so men waiting for me to make an entrance. Frank and Kevin followed me into the room, as all eyes fell on my naked body. Frank, a man in his early 50s, managed the garage for Kevin, who used it as a money laundering front for his illegal activities. The two men had stripped me naked in the bathroom, before getting naked themselves. I kept my eyes fixed, at cock and arse level, on the men directly in front of me. It was then that I gave up any notion of making a fuss about servicing the assembled throng - I was going to bend over for every one of these magnificent members. I now felt like a rabbit, surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. The fact that I was a randy little rabbit didn't stop me from trembling before such powerful predators. Suddenly, Taffy appeared from nowhere and gave me a bottle of cider and two yellow pills. He told me to down the pills with the cider; and as I did so, Taffy made sure I drank every last drop of the alcoholic brew. Frank, who was still standing behind me, took the empty bottle away. This prompted Taffy to pull me close and kiss me deeply. The man's hands began to stray all over my body, as did other firm hands -- the wolves were now upon their prey, and were roughly dragged me to the floor. I began to fight back, by sucking on all the cocks I could see. The sea of tangled arms and legs grew larger and larger, as more men joined the disorderly scrum. "The boy's here to pleasure everyone," Frank announced, over the hubbub of the scrum. "So, let's have a bit of decorum. Cock-sucking is fine; finger-fucking is fine; but if anyone tries to jump the queue, by jumping the boy, then they'll be flung out on their ear." I truly enjoyed being the life and arsehole of the party. However, being the centre of attention, in a scrum full of horny boy-lovers, was bloody hard work; especially when it came to the wear and tear on my nipples and ball-sac. My arse and cock were just fine with the probing and teasing, but the ball squeezing and nipple pinching did hurt at times. After the prelims, which lasted a good 20 minutes, Frank and Kevin wrestled me free from my fans and introduced me to the sling. The leather sling, which was suspended from the ceiling by four lengths of twist-chain, looked like a wide, black hammock. Each of the four chains had a leather cuff attached; and it was these cuffs that held a body fast, by the wrists and ankles. I half-sat/half-lay in the sling, with my arms and legs spread wide apart. My arsehole was now on offer to everyone in the room. "Righty-ho," Frank said. "Andy's bum-hole will be lubed up and fucked by you all, in an orderly manner. During the fuck-fest, you can bend over for each other - to limber up a bit - but do stay ready to be called upon at a moment's notice." I instinctively grabbed hold of the twist-chains securing my wrists when Taffy stepped forward with a jar of Vaseline. He worked his fingers in and out of my anus as the wolves gathered around him. This was such an exciting moment for me. I was about to be gang-banged by a throng of well-endowed men. They all wanted me, and I was so thrilled. "Who's gonna fuck him first?" asked a voice from the crowd. "Shut it, dipstick!" Kevin snapped. "We all get sloppy seconds, except Sam. He's the big bazooka this month, so keep quiet and wait your turn." The cider and pills were continuing to keep me high. I felt so weak and willing, and so warm and horny. I looked at a hard-standing cock on my left and thanked my lucky star that I had been picked up by Kevin. * * * I rocked back and forth in the sling for what seemed like hours. Sam had led the charge with a marathon fuck, which produced cheers of admiration from his fellow boy-lovers. The buzz from the alcohol and drugs made me crave more cock - Frank continued to give me more cider and pills as the cocks came and went. I recognised Clive as he stepped forward and entered the fray. The man hit my joy button immediately, and made my eyes water with every stroke. "We're gonna fuck you hard, boy," Frank said, as he poured a bottle of ice-cold cider over my face and chest. "You're our bum-boy now, and we're gonna fuck you all day." "I've done this before!" I barked. "So get on with it!" After Clive, all the faces that appeared between my legs blurred into one. Each man's cock kept my joy button fully depressed, but no one stood out as a face to remember - not even Frank or Kevin. As the fuck-fest ended, I'm sure I saw Gary enter the room. He had a big smile on his face. - - - All comments welcome