Date: Mon, 30 May 2022 16:12:12 +0000 From: Andy Gray Subject: When Andy Met Jack-7 (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 7 "You've been nominated, boy," Ray said, as he came up to me in the park. "Robbie said that you really like cock, so he suggested I make your acquaintance and offer you a position in my new venture." The man smiled as he looked me up and down with an appraising eye. He liked his boys skinny and tame, so he decided to try a bit of charm, rather than blackmail or force, to win me over. He was a big and burly man, and rather good-looking, so I was attracted to him in an instant. "New venture?" I queried. "Yes," he said, as he put his arm around my shoulders and guided me down a narrow path. "I'm here to take over from Bill and Paul. They've had a good run, but I'm here to merge their two circles into one." "Bill and Paul? Circles?" I queried. "I don't know what you're talking about, mister." "Relax, boy. I'm no copper. In fact, I'm just the opposite." "And you know Robbie, the ginger-nut?" "Yes," he replied. "I'm Ray, by the way, and Robbie is one of my favourite bum-boys. He was picked up by Bill at the local cinema one rainy afternoon. He then used his wiles, and his arse, to find out all about Bill's circle. The lad then went on to do the very same thing to Paul and his circle of boy-lovers. Robbie really knows how to infiltrate a rival circle, and help put it out of business." "So you let rivals do all the hard work?" "Yes," Ray replied. "It's far easier to recruit talent that way. Plus, it can be very profitable if the boy-lovers want to keep seeing their favourite boys." Ray looked like he could handle himself in a fight; however, I didn't think he would be able to take on Gordon and his ex-military friends. Even if he had help, the fighting would be bloody and brutal. "Bill's got a lot of friends," I said. "And Paul..." "Paul's already agreed to hand over the reins," Ray interrupted. "And when Bill is back on his feet again, I'm sure he and his friends will see the sense in having more boys to play with on a regular basis." Ray and I left the park by a little used side gate. "You look like a good spunker, boy," Ray said. "Do you have a cut or uncut cock dangling between your legs? My van's over there, by the post box, so let's get you naked and take a look." * * * It was almost pitch black in Ray's garage. I was completely naked, except for a dog collar around my neck - a leather leash attached to the collar allowed Ray to lead me around the garage in the dark. The stone flooring was ice-cold under foot; but even so, my cock was semi-erect and my arsehole was twitching with anticipation. "It's bloody cold in here, Ray," I said. "I'll catch my death!" "You'll soon warm up when the fucking starts," Ray said. 'So, stop complaining." Suddenly, an involuntary shuddered ran through my entire body. I swore under my breath as Ray tugged on the leash. It was then that the heating came on and saved the day. "The heating's on for the audience, boy," Ray said. "They're paying good money to see you get fucked, so stop shivering and get with the programme!" As I walked behind Ray, I felt hands caressing my arse-cheeks and tweaking my nipples. I then felt a greasy finger enter my arsehole. "Stop fingering his hole, Seb," said someone on my right. "It needs to be tight for the competition." "Ah yes, the competition," I thought. "Why did I ever agree to enter the bloody thing? Robbie was bound to win, so why did I put my name down for the Bum-Boy Stakes?" My senses sharpened as a spotlight came on and lit up the centre of the double garage. I was led towards a low, wooden stage. The garage quickly filled with the sounds of approval from the audience around me. "Step up, boy," Ray ordered. "Let's see you on the stage." I then felt a large dildo being shoved up my pre-greased arsehole. The man doing the shoving was keen to get a good reaction from the audience - there was no care taken, just harsh shoving. I groaned as the entire length entered my weak and willing body. "Awesome!" shouted an audience member. "What a glorious sight! Get him to give us a twirl in slow motion." I heard some clapping as I shuffled around on the spot. I was then lifted into a sling and firmly secured to the supporting chains. "Tie off that leash, Dave," Ray said. "Get it out of the way." The audience cheered when I groaned with pleasure - the dildo inside me had shifted when Dave and Ray checked my bonds. "Boy number one is now ready to be judged," Dave said, as he held an open bottle of vapour under my nose. The effects of the vapour were immediate. My cock became rock-hard in an instant, and my arse-lips pulsed hard against the rubber dildo. I was now ready for anything. I turned my head and saw that I was surrounded by some two dozen men. The makeshift stage gave them a great view of my naked and restrained body. Another involuntary shuddered ran through my body as the first judge stepped into view, between my open legs. "Come to order, gentlemen," Dave said. "Remember, anyone can fuck the boy after the judges have made their decision. But please note, there are three more boys in the competition, so don't all pile in at once. If you like the look of a boy's arse, then step up and get in line." Of course, every boy in the competition was fucked by every man in the garage. The three judges gave me a seven out of ten; and of course, Robbie took the prize with a nine out of ten. Everyone liked fucking the ginger-nut, and some stepped up to fuck him twice. To cope with demand, all four competitors were placed in the sling twice. I ended up taking six loads of spunk by the end of the afternoon. I truly loved the feeling of having a thick cock inside me. I sighed and cooed whenever a cock entered my rectum and took me for a long, hard ride. I also loved being fucked by a bunch of hard-standing cocks in rotation. "In. Out. Shake me all about," was the phrase I liked the best. I lay in the sling, repeating the phrase over and over again as the men power-fucked my battered hole. * * * I was laid up for a week after the Bum-Boy Stakes. I had a heavy cold and a sore arse, but still I was looking forward to returning to Ray's garage. I kept dreaming of having my cock and arsehole licked into shape by all the men in the garage. I then received some bad news from Gary, who dropped by to visit me on my sick bed. "There are rozzers everywhere," he said, as he slowly wanked me off. "Someone got nabbed and set off a real panic. Bob, John and Mark are keeping their heads down, mainly between my legs, but Bob received a visit yesterday. The rozzers searched the hut but found nothing." "That hut is crammed full of dirty magazines and photos, so..." "Bob got a tip the day before," he interrupted. "The news spread like wildfire, but no one told your mates." "They're not my mates!" I snapped. "By the way, my cock is now ready to be sucked." Gary and I were naked and in a sixty-nine position when my mother came home early from shopping. Her surprise return forced us to abandon our sex-romp and get back to discussing the bad news. "Bill's name was mentioned," Gary said, as he pulled on his Y-fronts and put his weight against the bedroom door in a panic. "That's why the rozzers searched Bob's hut, they're known associates." "What about the photographs?" I queried. "I'm smiling in most of them." "We're victims," he replied. "Seduced by evil men .... That's evil men with big, hard cocks. Ah, so suckable and tasty..." "Don't joke!" I snapped. "And get those bloody clothes on, pronto." Gary and I began to plan our escape to South America, but then thought better of it. The local newspaper would have all the details in print by Friday, so we both decided to wait and see who had actually been arrested. Only Bill's name appeared in the local newspaper on Friday. Apparently, he had targeted a goody two shoes and come unstuck. The investigation was still ongoing, so the local boy-lovers decided to shut up shop for a while. Everything went quiet for months. Ray left the area and wasn't seen again; Gordon went to Holland and set up shop there; and poor old Jack was arrested for aiding and abetting Bill. All my favourite cocks were heading for the hills. Only Bob, John and Mark were staying put. Meanwhile, Gary and I decided to become a double act again, even though it meant stripping off in front of self-incriminating cameras. "Just remember," Gary said. "We're innocent victims. No one is going to lock us up. The nice men gave us funny tasting drinks, and then asked us to undress. Stick to that story and we'll be okay." * * * Mark was happy to take over Bob's appointment book - the park keeper's hut was now strictly off limits. Bob was still in charge of course, but Mark's living-room was now the new meeting place. This allowed Mark to get freebies, under the guise of helping struggling pupils with their English and History. Gary and I, plus three other boys, were sent off to visit the more affluent boy-lovers in the area. A few of them wanted to take photographs of us in the nude, before the action began in earnest. Of course, John was included in this group, and did promised to behave like a gentleman this time around, so no more sex with hard-nosed Rockers. Bernie, Gordon's friend, also appeared in Bob's appointment book. He owned a large house on the outskirts of town, and had converted his garage into a photographic studio. "It's good to see you naked again, Andy," he said, as I climbed into the sling. "Careful now, we don't want you tumbling out and falling on your arse." "I'm a bit tipsy, that's all," I replied. "That lemonade tasted nice." "Let's strap him in, Don," Mick said, "and get him ready for the fuck-fest. Where's that jar of Vaseline?" "It's over there," Bernie said. "On the table, behind my camera case." "I'll get it," Warren said. The four naked men stroked their cocks as they went about their business. I had been fucked by all four cocks at Gordon's place, but it was still good to see them nice and stiff again. Bill and Jack had not turned Queen's evidence, so things were beginning to get back to normal. This meant that I would be laying in Bernie's sling on a regular basis. "Right," Bernie said, "let's get this show on the road. And remember, Gary is waiting in the wings, so don't burn yourselves out on this drunken sod." - - - All comments welcome