Date: Sun, 05 Jun 2022 18:20:51 +0000
From: Andy Gray <andy1949@proton.me>
Subject: When Andy Met Jack-14 (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.

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When Andy Met Jack - Part 14

I next saw Sam a day or two later. He stopped his car and opened the
front passenger door. I got in and closed the door. The car was nice and
warm inside, so I felt very relaxed.

"You look nice in that school uniform, boy," he said. "And those shorts
really show off your bare legs to a tee."

I blushed as he put his hand on my thigh, and then began to move it
upwards.

"You're a very good-looking boy," he continued, as I enjoyed the feeling
of his large, warm hand on my upper thigh. "Does that feel nice? It will
help warm you up."

By now his hand was touching my cock through the material of my shorts
and Y-fronts. He pulled the car over and parked it by an empty van. I
could still hear traffic passing by on the B-road behind us. He took out
his cock and put my hand on it.

"Not a word to anyone about this, boy," he whispered. "Understand!"

Sam was quite stern, so I was a bit scared of him. He continued to
squeeze my cock through the material of my shorts and Y-fronts; and as he
did so, he told me to slowly stroke his fully erect cock.

"That's it, boy," he said. "You'll soon get the knack of it over the
coming weeks."

When he shot his load, he was full of praise for the way I had wanked him
off. I was totally oblivious to what was going on around me, only his
hard-standing cock held my full attention.

Afterwards, he told me that I was a good boy. He then dropped me off at
the top of my road and drove off, leaving me with so many thoughts
tumbling around in my head.

*  *  *

Sam had opened my eyes to the secret pleasures of car-sex, so I was keen
to get into his car the next afternoon. He stopped by a field gate, but
didn't do anything naughty - lots of cars and lorries were turning off
the B-road and passing by us. A serious road accident had diverted
traffic our way, so Sam had to park his car further along the country
lane. Eventually, the car ended up being parked in a passing lay-by on
the edge of a small wood.

"Take your storts and pants off, Andy," Sam said. "Let's see what we've
got to play with down there."

The car seat reclined as I unbuttoned my shorts.

"Take your shoes and socks off as well," he continued. "Let's get you
nice and naked below the waistline."

My cock was rock-hard when he took hold of it. My discarded clothes were
now lying on the back seat, and my legs were wide apart.

"Tip-top stem," he said, as I stretched out and relaxed in my seat.
"Tiny, uncut and so-o-o stiff. Excellent! And that lovely ball-sac looks
so-o-o suckable."

I looked at the man in disbelief, as he leaned sideways and began licking
my naughty bits. I sat in my seat, in mesmerised shock, as his lips and
tongue worked on my aching cock and ball-sac.

"Lummy, that feels good, Sam," I said. "Real good!"

I looked out of the windows, to make sure that no one else was around.
The wooded area looked spooky in the late afternoon sun. I could hear a
few birds chirping, but nothing else. I really liked being in the car
with Sam, and just couldn't stop moaning and groaning when I climaxed.

"Lummy, Sam," I groaned. "That was..."

"No time to waste, boy," he interrupted. "See what you can do with this."

The collar of my blazer and my hair were grabbed and used to get my mouth
into position. The steering wheel hit the side of my head as Sam's cock
entered my mouth. I gagged as he held me fast.

"Now do your best, Andy," he said. "I don't want any bite marks on my
cock."

I did my best to follow his constant instructions. He held my head and
kept it bobbing up and down on his rigid length. His hefty ball-sac was
denuded of all its pubic hair, so I was invited to suck in each ball and
"give it a real treat".

My lips and tongue worked on every inch of Sam's genitals. Then, without
warning, he pulled my mouth off his cock as jets of spunk hit me in the
face. The spunk hit my cheeks and forehead, and went up my nose. I
coughed as he slapped me across the back.

"Well done, Andy," he said. "Did you like it?"

I nodded my head as the coughing continued.

*  *  *

We sat in the car and played around for another hour. I ended up
completely naked, with two more climaxes under my belt. Sam had me use my
lips and tongue to clean his cock a couple of times: once after another
cock-sucking climax and again after a long and drawn out wank.

I was late getting home that day, so helping Mr. Harper with a broken
lawnmower was my excuse. Mr. Harper's name had come up on the drive home.
He was to join us in the car the next day.

*  *  *

Mr. Harper sat on the back seat and watched me strip off completely. The
car was again parked in the passing lay-by on the edge of the wood. I was
very excited as the two men talked about how sexy I looked in the nude.

"He looks well trim in the altogether, Sam," said Mr. Harper.

"Yes, Steve," Sam said. "And he's real keen and compliant when it comes
to sucking cock. He can't get enough of it."

The two men continued to talk about me as I sat back in my seat and toyed
with my stiffy. I was showing off, and the two men were eager to
encourage me.

"Would you like to suck my cock, boy?" asked Steve.

I smiled as the man showed me his hard-standing cock. It was uncut and a
tad shorter than Sam's stem, and there was no sign of any pubic hair.

"No," Sam said, as I tried to clamber over my seat. "Get out and go round
the front of the car."

I stopped in my tracks and blushed. The man wanted me to walk around the
car in the nude.

"No. Not on your life," I said. "Someone might see me."

"Who's going to see you, boy?" Steve said. "Apart from us two."

"I don't mind climbing over the seat," I said, as Steve came forward and
opened the front passenger door from the inside.

I turned to close it again and was push out by Sam and Steve. The tussle
for the doorhandle continued for several long minutes, and then the door
slammed shut, leaving me sitting on the grass verge with a vexed
expression on my face. And then, to add insult to injury, all the car
doors were locked by the two men.

"Go round," Steve said, as he held up my Y-fronts. "Or we'll drive off
and leave you here."

I was angry and humiliated, and sitting on a stinging nettle. All my
clothes were locked inside the car, and the two men were clearly enjoying
my predicament.

"Stand up and walk slowly round the car," Sam said, as he began to wind
up the window on his side. "And continue to do so, until a door opens."

I had to get back into the car, so I stood up, scratched my right
arse-cheek, and complied with Sam's instructions. I walked round the car
three times, and was sure that someone was hiding in the undergrowth,
watching me.

"That was fun," Steve said, as I clambered into the car beside him. "Now
suck my cock!"

I so wanted to bite his cock clean off, but I settled down and went to
work on his shiny cock-head. I had been embarrassed and humiliated by the
two men, and my arse itched like crazy, but still I wanted to please
them.

*  *  *

Over the following weeks, and not wearing a stitch of clothing, I was
'encouraged' to walk around the car on a regular basis. I was then
'encouraged' to walk along a narrow path that weaved through the wood.
The path led to a small, grass-covered clearing, and that's where I had
lots of sex with the two men.

Only once did I see a vehicle in the lane - a Yeoman of England tractor.
The driver was in his twenties and didn't see me crouching down beside
the car. My heart was racing away like billy-o, but still I liked the
idea of being naked in the country lane.

My birthday came and went, and still I was being driven home by Sam. His
car spent a lot of time in that passing lay-by, and on one occasion it
remained there all Saturday afternoon. Ronnie, a 13-year-old boy from my
school was invited to get naked in the clearing and fuck me. I had been
fucked by both Sam and Steve a week earlier, so I bent over for Ronnie
without any complaints. Black Bob, a rubber training dildo, had fucked me
a few days before Sam and Steve, so I was well used to things penetrating
my arsehole in the clearing. Unfortunately, even with lots of Vaseline, I
wasn't prepared for Ronnie's youthful exuberance. He fucked me like a
crazy person, and then fucked me twice more.

Steve took dozens of photographs of our first, second and third mating. I
was sweating buckets as Ronnie shunted me around the clearing.

"He's knacked, Ronnie," Sam said. "Stand down and give him a rest."

"Nah," Ronnie said. "He's just the right size for me, and his hole is
real tight."

"Not now it isn't," Steve said. "You've fucked him three time. So, stand
down or else!"

Ronnie reluctantly withdrew his cock and let me fall to the ground. A
cool breeze caressed my sweaty arse-cheeks as Steve took a few more
photographs.

"I need a drink," I said. "Is there any Tizer left?"

"Yes," Sam said. "It's over there, on the blanket."

I crawled over to the blanket as Sam fucked Ronnie. The boy moaned and
groaned with pleasure as Sam took an absolute age to climax. Ronnie was
then fucked by Steve.

*  *  *

"You've been replaced, Andy," Ronnie said, as we walked to school a week
or so later. "Sam's driving a new boy home. He looks like a girl, with a
turned up nose, so you're on the second team with me now."

"That's cobblers!" I snapped. "I'm still Sam's favourite poke."

"There'll be no ride home for you this afternoon," he said. "And if I'm
right, your arse belongs to me now, or else!"

"Or else what?" I asked.

"No meeting my friends at the park," he replied, as he rubbed his fingers
and thumb together a few times, indicating that money was involved, "and
no big cocks to play with during school holidays and Saturdays."

Ronnie then put his hand on my left arse-cheek and gently squeezed it.

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