Date: Sat, 28 May 2022 10:55:12 +0000 From: Andy Gray Subject: When Andy Met Jack-3 (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 3 During my next visit to Paul's house, I was lying on the bed, wearing only a pair of white swimming trunks, when in walked Paul and two other men. All three men were stark-bollock-naked. "This is Albert and Brian," Paul said to me. "The men I told you about yesterday." "He's a peach," Brian said. "A real smasher." "Yes," Albert added. "We've certainly struck gold with this little beauty." The two white-haired men were in their early 60s, and were real fit looking. Their semi-erect cocks looked mighty sexy, and mighty suckable. Paul picked up his camera and began taking photographs of Albert and Brian playing with their new toy. I lost my trunks in double quick time as the two men fucked my brains out. Paul used three rolls of film during that awesome sex-romp. * * * Three days later, Paul introduced me to two fourteen-year-old boys. Phil and Steve were both dressed in boy scout uniforms - Brian was their scoutmaster, and had recruited them at the age of twelve, when he and Albert had first fucked their brains out. "Before we get naked," Paul said. "Can I take a few photographs of you two boys in uniform?" "Yeah, no probs," Steve said. "We like being photographed in and out of uniform." Paul's camera captured the two scouts in all kinds of poses, and in all states of undress. He took quite a few photographs of them flaunting their best assets. I was then asked to strip off and join them. "Good, good," Paul said. "Now let's get the three of you on the bed, with Andy in the middle." It was then that the bedroom door opened and in walked Albert and Brian, dressed in their birthday suits. "They're so-o-o sexy," Paul said to Brian. "I've never had three bum-boys on the bed before, not during the one session. I'm not going to forget this day in a hurry." Suddenly, Phil closed up behind me and shoved a finger into my arsehole. The two scouts then sandwiched me between them and groped me for a good five minutes. "Right!" Paul said. "Let's get the rest of this sex-romp on film." Phil had a small, three-inch cock that was circumcised, whilst Steve had an uncut cock that was some five inches long. Both boys had no pubic hair, so I had a real good view of their ball-sacs as I stroked and sucked their fully erect stems. My head bobbed up and down as I kept the two teenagers happy with my lips, tongue and fingers. "That's it, Andy," Brian said, directing. "Get those lips working on Steve's cock. He'll be fucking you in a few minutes time." Both Phil and Steve liked their sex rough. I was called all the names under the sun as the camera captured the entire fuck-fest on film. Phil clearly liked pulling my hair and pinching my nipples, whilst Steve enjoyed making me scream when he gate-crashed my inner sanctum with his hard-standing cock. "Shut up, tart!" Steve snapped. "You should be begging for more, so beg!" I looked up at Paul, hoping that he might wade in and put a stop to the abuse. But he just smiled and continued clicking away. "Treat him like a slut, Steve," Albert said. "I want to see him being used and abused by your lusty hard-on." My thirteen-year-old anus was being fucked by Steve's "lusty hard-on," and there was no way of escaping it. My innards felt as though they were being turned inside out by his rock-hard stem. I gasped for air and looked up at Phil, helplessly. He just pushed my head back down and told me to, "Suck on my cock, tart." "This is fucking great!" Paul said. "Andy, the cock-sucker, being topped and tailed by two horny scouts." Suddenly, a burst of adrenaline kicked in and I felt hornier than ever. I began squeezing my arse-muscles to encourage Steve to shoot his load. I then took hold of Phil's ball-sac and encouraged him to increase his stroke-rate. The two scouts went wild with excitement. They both slapped me hard as they used and abused my submissive body. Phil twisted my ears between slaps, while Steve squeezed my flanks. A few minutes later, I felt that now familiar pulse between my arse-cheeks. Steve squeezed my hips, hard, before flooding my inner sanctum with his seed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Steve groaned, as he slapped my arse again. "He's so fuckin' fuckable." And without warning, he suddenly pulled out to allow Phil to finish me off - I recall collapsing in a sweaty heap, with two loads of spunk oozing out of my anus and mouth. "Don't let that spunk go to waste, Andy," Albert said, as he scooped up a dollop of spent sperm and offered it up to my mouth. "Lick my finger dry, boy." I did as I was told, and then sucked in Albert's hard-standing length. I took on five hard-standing cocks that day, and satisfied them all. It was now four o'clock and near the time I was expected home. So, after a quick bath, I dressed and returned to the bedroom to say my goodbyes. "Can we do it again?" I asked Paul. "Of course, Andy," he replied, smiling. "Just let me know when you're arse is ready for another seeing-to." "Yes, I will." "We might have to draft in a few more cocks," Brian said. "That arse of yours can drain a ball-sac dry in seconds. It's so fuckin' demanding." We all laughed as I did a quick round of goodbye kisses before leaving. * * * My next session with Paul and his friends occurred a week later. Paul explained that my fan base had grown, thanks to him circulating a few photographs of me being fucked by the two scouts. "How many fans have I got, Paul?" I asked. "Ten, twenty? I don't think I can handle all this fame." "Yes, Andy," he replied, sardonically. "That sounds about right. Now let's get you upstairs and naked." Paul's spare bedroom was abuzz with chatter when I came out of the bathroom. "C'mon lads," Brian said. "The rumpy pumpy has just arrived, so stop jabbering and finish off your drinks." A loud cheer went up as I stepped out from behind Paul. "This is Andy," Paul announced. "He's here to suck cock and bend over for a few select members. So don't go pushing your luck if you're not on his dance card today.' Paul reached down and caressed my ball-sac, which immediately made my cock twitch. I looked around the room and saw a good selection of semi-erect cocks, all waiting to be licked into shape by the new boy. By the time Paul had picked up his camera, I was down on my knees and sucking cock. And as I did so, Phil and Steve were being drafted in to use their best assets to prevent any queue-jumping. "The boy's gonna suck on every cock in the room," Albert said, "so stop all the pushing and shoving." "Nice one, boy," Frank said, as he eased his cock out of my mouth. "You can suck on my dick any time you want." The man then rubbed his wet knob across my face, before stepping back to let Dave take his place. I gulped and took in Dave's shiny knob, and then Peter's uncut length, and then... "Keep sucking those cocks, Andy," Paul said. "I want to see every one of them todgers on film." My jaws ached by the time I had sucked on every cock in the room, bar Paul's and my own. I loved fingering all those superb ball-sacs and stiff lengths. I was in such demand, and it made me feel so special. Frank noticed that my cock was pulsing even harder as I brought Colin to a noisy climax. I gulped down his seed and gently squeezed his ball-sac, trying to extract every last drop. His cock was the best of the bunch. It was uncut and had an upward curve, like a banana. It wasn't the longest or the thickest, but it was my favourite. And Colin reminded me of my English teacher, so I felt real naughty sucking on his seven-inch length. I managed to swallow seven loads of spunk that day - so that left three cocks on my dance card. After a short break, I was spread out on the bed, face down, and lubed up with Vaseline. It was Frank who won the honour of humping me first. He nailed my arse and began power-fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I was sweating profusely as his hairy ball-sac slapped hard against my arse-cheeks. "He looks so nice," Dave said, "all spread out like that." "And ultra-submissive," Brian added. "Just like that Darren kid. His little arse is truly fuckable." "Yep," Albert said. "A magnet for old bummers like us." Frank's first jets of spunk hit my innards without warning. He groaned into my ear, and then continued pumping away. He was well past his climax, but still he kept fucking me. The man was a sex machine. "Keep going, Frank," Paul said. "The boy needs more rod." When Frank finally pulled the plug, I was well and truly out of it. I was soaking wet, boiling hot, and in need of a respite. "Water. I need water," I spluttered. "Where's Walter?" Harry asked. "The boy wants to be fucked by a man named Walter." Several men laughed as someone put a bottle of Coca-Cola in my hand. The rest groaned at Harry's feeble joke. "Good show, Frank," Paul said. "Right! Who's up next?" Dave clambered aboard and began hammering away at my arsehole. I was still sweating profusely as his stem piston-fucked my innards. He was just as aggressive as Frank, but lacked his friend's stamina. Also, his love of schoolboy arse had clearly triggered a premature climax. The man was so into my sexy arse. Peter was next up. He took an age to get going; but once up and running, he just kept going. His rhythmic pounding reminded me of Albert's arse-fucking technique; so to help out, I spread my legs wider to accommodate his magical thrusts. "Pour some water over his neck and back," Peter said. "We need to cool him down a bit. It's like fucking a fire down here." "That's the devil in him," Paul said. "He's hot stuff." Albert wiped me down with a flannel as Brian poured the water. I was so grateful for their intervention. * * * I stayed away from Paul's house for several weeks. My arsehole was in tatters and it hurt when I went to the toilet. I did see Dave in the park one Saturday afternoon. He and a blond boy were walking by the fountain. I knew something was up, so I ducked into the bushes to keep an eye on them. Dave and the boy, who I recognised from school, sat down on a park bench. Two or three people walked past them, but no one seemed to take any notice of the man and boy, or the raincoat draped over their laps. Dave was clearly wanking off the boy under the coat. It was so obvious, and so-o-o exciting. They just sat there, by the fountain, having clandestine sex in a public place. I unbuttoned my flies and eased out my cock. There was no way I was going to miss out on this little adventure. A man and his dog brought a sudden halt to the boy's playtime. The man walked by the bench and stopped a few feet away. His dog tried to walk on, but was quickly brought to heel. Dave gave the man a look; the man gave Dave a look; the boy just sat there, looking extremely peeved. My cock demanded a lot more attention, so what was going on? Dave lifted up the raincoat and showed the man the boy's stiffy. The man nodded as Dave lowered the coat and resumed the boy's playtime. The raincoat was raised and lowered several more times. Then, without warning, the boy's legs straightened out and stiffened. My cock was in full flight when Dave & Co. decided to head for the bushes behind the bench. What was I suppose to do now? After my climax, I struck out for the park bench, hoping to catch a glimpse of what Dave and the man were doing to the boy, or what the boy was doing to Dave and the man. I sat there for quite some time. Clearly, the group had left the bushes by another route. I was now quite peeved, so I decided to check out the small clearing behind the bench. It was the perfect place to have some al fresco sex. Unfortunately, there was no one around for me to lick into shape. Also, it was beginning to rain, so I headed for the main gate. "Well, howdy stranger," Bill said. "Where ya been hiding yourself? Jack has been frantic with worry." "I've been ill," I lied. "The doctor said I had a fever." "Ah! That'll be burning-bum fever," he said, laughing. "Boys like you get it all the time. They take in too much dick, and then get sick." I looked around for Jack, but he wasn't there. Then it hit me! Weston, Darren Weston was the name of the boy with Dave; and he was the "ultra-submissive" and "truly fuckable" kid Brian had mentioned; and he was a year ahead of me at school. "C'mon, Andy," Bill said. "Let's get outta the rain. The park keeper's hut is just over there, and it's full of smutty magazines." - - - All comments welcome