Date: Sun, 29 May 2022 11:53:17 +0000 From: Andy Gray Subject: When Andy Met Jack-5 (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 5 I really didn't like the two Rockers: they were sarcastic and spiteful. They knocked me about, and then beat up Gary when he wouldn't bend over for them. John captured the whole thing on film, and seemed to revel in the furore and mayhem. So, when the call came again, I said goodbye to John and his friends. After a week or two, I decided to go back to Jack and see if he was still interested in a horny turncoat. Of course, Jack forgave me in an instant, and we celebrated by visiting the wood again. Bill reappeared during our next visit to the wood. So it was just like old times. "We really missed you, Andy," Bill said. "Same here," I said, smiling. "So, let's get you outta those clothes, boy," Jack said. "Bill and I have a lot of catching up to do." * * * A day or two later, Jack and I were sitting in his car, waiting for the rain to stop. "You do know what you've signed up for today?" he asked. "Sure," I replied, "I'm gonna be fucked by some awesome cocks, until I can't sit down." "Yep, that's about it," he said, smiling. "This is gonna be a really heavy sex-romp, Andy." I nodded my head and smiled. Gordon opened his front door and waved. He was in his early fifties, with salt and pepper hair. He looked well fit and ex-military. Jack got out of the car and told me to follow him. It was still raining, so we ran across the driveway and jostled to get undercover, inside the narrow porchway. "Take him through to the living-room, Jack," Gordon said. "We can say our helloes there." The living-room was large and well appointed. However, in addition to the usual furniture, there was a tubular steel frame that supported a wide, hammock-like, strap [a sling]. "Welcome, Andy," Gordon said. "I'm so glad you could make it today. Jack has told me so much about you." "He does tend to exaggerate, Gordon," I said, smiling. "He's bias, you see." "Only because I've seen the best side of you, Andy," Jack said. "Do you want to see the best side of me now?" I asked. "No," Gordon replied. "Keep your clothes on for now, and wait here." Jack and I sat on the sofa, whilst Gordon disappeared upstairs. "What's that, Jack?" I asked. "It looks ultra-weird." "You lie in it, with your legs spread wide apart and strung up," he replied. "Then Gordon and his friends fuck you up the arse. I don't know what they called it, but it works a treat." Some ten minutes later, Gordon and six other men entered the room. They were all stark-bollock-naked, and looked very pleased to see me sitting there. Gordon broke away from the pack and told me to stand up and say, "hello". "Pleased to meet you, Andy," said Eddie, as he and his friends introduced themselves to me. "Now strip off, boy," Gordon said. "But leave your underpants on." I took my clothes off and handed them to Jack, who folded them up and put them on top of my shoes. "Nice body, son," Warren said. "Yes," Don said. "Jack certainly knows how to pick the right boy for the right job." "Nice underpants," Iain said. "White Y-fronts are the best." "C'mon, Gordon," Don said. "Tell him to show us his arse." "Okay, Andy," Gordon said. "Lose the Y-fronts and give us a twirl." Oohs and aahs filled the room as I slipped off my Y-fronts. "Nice arse," Iain said. "A bare arse is so-o-o scrummy." I spun around a couple of times, and then stood there as the men groped me. I so wanted to reach out and grab a cock or two, but I knew Gordon was running the show, so I just stared, puppy-like, at those wonderful hard-ons. "Lean over and show us your hole, boy," Gordon ordered. "Yes!" Mick said. "Spread those arse-cheeks and give us a peek." I leaned forward and spread my arse-cheeks, showing the men what I had on offer. More oohs and aahs filled the room. The men clearly liked what they were looking at. A few minutes later, Jack left the room with all my clothes. This confused me a great deal, and got me worried. I listened for the opening and closing of the front door, thinking that he might be leaving me in the lurch. However, a noise from upstairs set my mind at rest. Jack was probably getting naked upstairs and would be down soon. I then heard the front door open and close. "Lovely cock, boy," Bernie said, as he grabbed my cock and ball-sac. "I'll be filming your debut today with my cine-camera. So I want to see this cock nice and stiff during the close-ups." I hadn't been told about the cine-camera - Jack didn't say the gang-bang would be filmed. Everything was going awry, so I began to worry some more. Gordon noticed my concern, but mistook it for impatience. "C'mon!" he barked. "The boy wants some cock. His arse is hungry for a round of dick. So throw him into the sling and strap him down. Let's fuck his brains out." Someone slapped my arse as I was pushed towards the sling. Hands grabbed my arms and legs; and then on Gordon's signal, I was lifted high into the air. The men strapped me in, with my arms outstretched and my legs spread wide apart. I felt so wicked lying there, surrounded by so many randy men. The men lined up, with their cocks sticking straight out. "Who was going to be the first man in?" I thought. "Where's Jack?" Don asked. "And where's the Vaseline?" "He's upstairs," Gordon said, "with Bill and another boy. They're in the bathroom, getting the boy ready for our afternoon session." "And the Vaseline?" Don asked. "Where's the finger-man put the jar." "The new finger-man has it here," Eddie said, holding up a jar of Vaseline. "I'm gonna be greasing up the boys today. Jack knows who to trust on that score." "Fuck off!" Bernie snapped. "It should be me. I'm Jack's backup man." "Good idea," Warren said. "Greasy fingers all over the camera lens. That'll work." "Oh! Right," Bernie said. "I didn't think of that." The men laughed as they stroked their cocks and waited for Eddie to work his magic. He greased me up good and proper, and certainly did a good job of finger-fucking me as well. The man took his time, and didn't let his friends rush him. "C'mon, Fast Eddie," Mick said. "Put some welly into it. We ain't got all day." I oohed and aahed as "Fast Eddie" rubbed me up the right way. Jack had cleaned me out earlier, in his bathroom, so I had been rubbed up the right way twice that morning. Apparently, Jack had been let down by another boy, who just wasn't ready to take on Gordon's pack. Bill's boy had already been pencilled in for the afternoon session, so that just left me to take care of the morning session. "Chop-chop," Gordon said. "That's enough fingering, Eddie. Let's take this boy for a ride." "Nice," Iain said, as Gordon kicked off the fuck-fest. "Switch that camera on, Bernie. We don't want to miss a second of this session. A lot of my friends will want to see this epic." Gordon power-fucked me for a good ten minutes. He then pulled out to let Don have a go. Don was in his late twenties, and super fit. He had short, brown hair and looked ex-military. In fact, all the men looked like hard-nosed ex-soldiers. "Maybe they're all from the same battalion," I thought. "The Fuck-the-boys Battalion." "He's sweet," Don said. "A fine piece of meat." "It's not the meat," Warren said, "it's the motion. If you've got the right moves, you can poke anything." Don fucked me to an earth-shattering climax, and left a five-star impression. I was loving this fuck-fest. Eddie and Iain were both three-star fucks. They weren't that good-looking, but their cocks were truly awesome. Unfortunately, they were both outshone by five-star Warren. He fucked me like a man possessed, even though he was in his late forties. He also had a few battle scars, which didn't seem to slow him down at all. "Reel change," Bernie announced. "Give him a drink. He looks done in." Yes, I was huffing and puffing, and sweating like a pig. I gulped down the lemonade and waited for Bernie to change out the reel. "Who's up next?" Gordon asked, as he wiped me down with a towel. "Bernie or Mick?" Bernie was a wash out, a one-star fuck at best. He looked okay, but he was more voyeur than anything else, and seemed more interested in my hard-standing cock. I figured he was a cock-sucker, and only there because he owned the cine-camera. Mick was a four-star wonder. He took me for a very long ride; and after another glass of lemonade, he took me around again. He was a rugged looking man, with a scar on his left shoulder. He liked wanking me off as he power-fucked my arse. He should have been a five-star fuck, but he brought me off too soon. "That's done it," Gordon said. "You've finished him off, before my second taste." "Sorry, sarge," Mick said. "I got carried away." "Again!" Don put in. "You should fuck 'em with your hands tied behind your back." "Old kinky's talking again," Eddie said. "The man wants us all tied up, so he can whip our arses." "And what's wrong with that?" Don asked. "Your arses are all going to waste. It's all dick, dick, dick with you lot." Apart from me and Don, everyone else in the room laughed. Apparently, outside the pack, Don was a leather-clad biker. He liked to pick up men and whip their arses. "Right!" Gordon barked. "Stand down, bombardier. Let me try and fire him up again." Mick pulled out and let Gordon take his place. The old man grabbed my thighs and slipped his cock inside my sloppy arsehole. It felt okay, but the fire in my belly had definitely gone out. I was truly knackered, so Gordon pulled out and told Bernie to stop filming. * * * After a hot bath, I came down to see Bill's boy perform. Robbie was a ginger-nut, all red hair and freckles. He was tall and ultra-thin, and looked so fuckable in the nude. Jack said he was fourteen years old, but I thought he looked younger. His cock-sucking skills were better than average, and he sighed a lot to encourage his fans. Iain bucked his hips, trying to face-fuck the youngster. Warren stood beside Iain and stroked away like mad. The rest of the men waited in twos for their turn - Gordon had organised a two-cock relay for the boy, with Bernie filming it all. I sat on the sofa and watched my replacement suck cock. He was good, but not as good as me - clearly I was bias, and a tad jealous. Don and Eddie were up next. They were more pushy, and grabbed the boy's head to get a better suck. Robbie took it all in his stride - he clearly knew how to keep a pair of cocks in harness. However, he did gag on Mick's stem when it was rammed down his throat. It must have took him by surprise. "Fuck, he's a real firecracker," Mick, the bombardier, said. "He needs to be officially licenced." "Yeah!" Bill said. "I'll get the Town Hall to stamp 'firecracker' on his arse." I was getting a little miffed. No one had asked me to suck cock. They just dumped me in the sling and filled me up with military grade spunk. "Reel change," Bernie said. "Give him a drink, Bill. Let him wash it all down with..." "A vodka and orange," Robbie interrupted. "I could murder a Screwdriver right now." "Fuck off," Gordon said. "Lemonade is all you're getting, boy. I don't want no drunk kid spoiling the session." "Good!" I thought. "That cute kid needs telling off." "Suit yourself, mister," Robbie said. "Let's make a move, Bill. The man just told me to fuck off." The negotiations lasted a good half-hour. Bill and Jack came down on Robbie's side; the pack came down on Gordon's side - I just twiddled my thumbs on the sofa. The breakthrough came when Robbie stood up and wiggled his arse. The vodka and orange he received was a small one. The sling was adjusted to accommodate the lanky redhead. Lining up his fuck-hole was done in just a few seconds; and once he was strapped in, Gordon took his revenge. "Grease him up good, Eddie," Gordon snarled. "Let's make this session a marathon. And no stopping for drinks or reel changes." All the men fucked the redhead to a noisy and sweaty finish. And as I sat and watched, it looked like the boy was loving every minute of it. "Not so cocky now," Gordon said to Robbie, as he squeezed the boy's rock-hard cock. "Maybe we should keep you strapped down for a bit longer, and have another poke later." "You ain't got it in you, grandad," Robbie said, straining against his leather restraints. Gordon squeezed Robbie's cock again, and then switched to the boy's nipples. "Let's see what an old man can do with these two beauties," Gordon said, smiling. A gag was needed to keep the decibels down. Robbie bounced around in his bonds as Gordon worked on his nipples and Bernie took care of his hard-standing cock. The redhead almost brought the frame down when "grandad" began tickling his lanky length. Meanwhile, I was sucking on the magnificent seven in the background. I sat on the sofa as the line of cocks moved from left to right, and then back again. It was strenuous work, but someone had to do it. - - - All comments welcome