Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2018 10:26:32 -0500 (EST) From: Freddy E. Subject: Chapter two of Ben's Big Adventures Ben's Big Adventures: Chapter 2 Story by Cresive Again, don't forget to support the Niftyarchive site!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I managed to clean myself up, get to class and make it through the remainder of my day. Wrestling season was over, but I was running track, so I stayed after school for practice. I wasn't into anything technical, so I asked to coach if I could just run for the afternoon. I usually ran the intermediate hurdles and some distance races-I also ran cross country in the Fall to get some stamina for wrestling season. The coach was fine with it, so I just ran for the afternoon. We had some nice trails around my school, so I could put in many miles without hitting a major road. One trail took me to the back end of a reservoir, so naturally I decided to take that one. I ran a couple miles before I decided to cool off in the lake. I stripped naked and jumped into the lake for a quick swim. I managed to wash off my behind which was a bit sticky from my experience after history class. I swam a bit then climbed out of the water to let the sun dry me off. As I was basking in the sun, I recalled how vivid my day dream during history class was. The memory instantly brought a hard on that I felt I needed to take care of. Without a care in the world, I began to masturbate to the memory of my imagined sexual encounter with Sir Winston Churchill. I was so lost in my fantasy, that I didn't' notice the older man row up to me. As I was climaxing, I heard someone clapping in front of me. As I opened my eyes, I saw a smiling retirement-aged man applauding my performance. Mortified, I rushed to get my clothes on. Even though it was just a jockstrap, shorts and t-shirt, I took forever fumbling with the garments. This gave the man a nice view of my receding cock and backside. Frustrated, I took a deep breath and got myself organized. I ignored the cat calls from the older man, donned my workout clothes and managed to put on my shoes and run home. I spent the entire run back to school chastising myself for being caught naked and in flagrante delicto. I cursed the man for enjoying my nakedness and promised I would never be caught naked again!! What had come over me?! It is one thing to fantasize about being painted in the nude, but another all-together to actually have someone see you naked!! I figured I was okay but lamented that I could never run back to the lack for fear of being recognized! I took the team bus home and had a rather uneventful evening. The next morning my family set out on a long drive to visit some relatives for the weekend. We left early, so I never quite woke up but managed to drag my body to the backseat of the car. We had a station wagon with the death seat in the back, which normally nobody wanted. However, I wanted to sleep undisturbed, so I climbed back there and lay down. I was also recovering from my sexual experiences and wanted to try to organize them in my mind. The death seat was just the place to be alone, yet still accompany my family on our outing. It was warm in the seat which made me even more tired and soon, I was fast asleep. For some reason, my fantasy from the day before entered my dreams and I found myself back in the glen. Hoping to repeat my experience with Winston, I hurried along the trail until I saw him painting in the distance. I trotted over to where he was painting another outdoor scene. He looked up at me, scowled for a second, the recognized the intruder. He began an ear-to-ear smile without losing the grip on his big cigar as he bade me come over. He greeted me with an enthusiastic hand shake and inquired as to why I had left in such a hurry. Since I had no recollection of my leaving, I had a hard time explaining that he was just a figment of my imagination, etc. Instead, I made up a story that I remembered I had a function that my parents expected me to attend and hurried home. Winston gave my excuse a superfluous mental review before exclaiming that I had arrived at an opportune time. He needed another pixie to pose for his painting. Knowing full well what that meant-and what lay afterward-I readily agreed. Even surprising me with the alacrity I showed in stripping off my clothes, before I realized it I was standing naked in front of Winston, awaiting instruction. Winston made no attempt to camouflage his leering at my naked body, and since he had made such great love to me in my last dream, I allowed him the pleasure. The overt knowledge that he found me sexually attractive made being totally naked before him even more enjoyable. He made a feint of adjusting my hair as he moved my body around until he had me where he wanted. In this scene, I was enjoying the sun and had fallen asleep. Again, I was splayed out in such a way that everything about my adult life was on full display to Winston. We both enjoyed that fact. I enjoyed it so much that my penis began to grow and was soon laying a log across my right thigh. I was actually about to fall asleep in my dream when a valet arrived to bring Winston some lunch. His arrival broke the session up and Winston told me to remain where I was while he dealt with his servant. He told the servant to bring back lunch for two and sent him on his way. Before he went back to his painting, he came over to me and masturbated me for a few moments. He wanted the view of my penis laying over my thigh in the painting and wanted to keep me a bit chubbed up for the painting. Since I was not allowed to move, I lay there and allowed him to massage my penis until it engorged. Satisfied with how my penis had grown, Winston went back to his painting. Before too long, two servants arrived with lunch. Since he wasn't quite hungry, he unilaterally decided that we would continue until he tired. He instructed the valet who washed me the other night to masturbate me until my penis had re-engorged. I was very embarrassed to have someone fondle me, even if he had washed me before. I opened my eye just enough to take in how handsome the valet was. If I didn't have the hots for Winston, I would have wanted this man to have sex with. I almost jumped off my resting place when I felt the heat of his hand on my penis. The valet was very sensual as he masturbated my penis before he lay it back on my thigh. I quickly got over my embarrassment and began to enjoy the attention these men were giving to me. Winston continued to paint and the valet continued to ensure my penis was semi erect and shown upon my thigh. When he was finished with my penis, he stepped back and the two servants observed me as Winston worked on his painting. Having all three, fully clothed men staring at my naked body made me feel very self-conscious. On the plus side, that kept my cock engorged so the servant didn't have to fondle me too many more times. However, Except for my fantasy about Winston, I am a very shy person and this public exhibition made me very uncomfortable. It was one thing to be nude with Winston, worse to be nude in public, but I was made even more apprehensive by the fact that I had a semi boner and everyone could see! Eventually, Winston decided he was hungry-I was famished-and we stopped for lunch. The servants set up a nice picnic of food and put out some wine and water for us. I moved to put on my clothes and Winston stopped me saying that I had nothing to hide, since everyone had seen me in the buff multiple times. I was very self-conscious, but I didn't want to argue so made a show of being a man and remained naked. Even though the servants were well trained, I still noticed that they would stare just a little too long when I moved about. I also noticed that they filled out their uniform pants a bit more than usual. Of course, everyone there could tell that I was enjoying myself as my happy meter was on full display. Winston made no bones about fondling me while we ate. He had me sit next to him and kept at least one hand on my inner thigh throughout lunch. He would gesticulate when he was into a story, which caused his hands to brush by my cock and balls quite often during lunch. Again, this had the expected effect on my fourteen-year-old cock and I remained at full mast for most of the lunch. This did not go unnoticed by anyone. In fact, Winston enjoyed playing with my stiff phallus in front of the servants. Again, either he had no concern with them, or he was enjoying my discomfiture at being on display. After we finished, Winston made a close-up inspection of my pubic hair. As I described before, it was blonde and thin, so he had to get very close to give it a good review. The servants tried to hide their leering while he made such an intimate inspection, but they were not very good at it. Again, I relished having Winston take such an interest in my body, but I was totally mortified that the servants watched while he did so. I guess Winston was used to having servants around all day and didn't give them a second thought. Of course, he had his clothes on!! Winston had me stand and turned me around so he could inspect my backside. Without a second thought, he stuck his thumbs between my butt cheeks and spread me wide open. He seemed very at ease with taking liberties with my body. He told me to bend over a bit so he could examine how my arsehole. Again, he gave no care that two other men were watching. Never the less, I did as I was instructed and Winston continued to massage my gluteal muscles. He gave me multiple compliments and declared out loud that I had nary a hair on my arse. This seemed to pique the interest of the servants but cause me to blush profusely! Unconcerned, Winston continued to massage my ass and even reached between my legs to fondle my cock and balls. Reflexively, I spread my legs a bit to allow easier access to my genitals. Winston mistook (or maybe correctly) this for compliance, and really went at fondling me. Soon, he was overcome with lust and just stood up, opened his zipper and inserted his penis into my rectum. I was shocked at how quickly he moved, and that he just inserted himself into my body. Unlike that last time, I felt a twinge of pain as his penis pushed past my anal ring. More so, I felt total humiliation at being buggered in front of two witnesses! I tried to look for the servants, but they were out of my peripheral vision. They were not making any noise, so I could tell they had finished their task and merely enjoying watching their master take his pleasure at the young waif who trespassed on the property. However, I am sure they were at a perfect angle to watch Winston's penis enter and withdraw from my arse. Winston was purely acting on his lust and didn't care about me. However, I soon found his rhythm and began to enjoy having him make love to me again. I was enjoying myself enough that I forgot that I had an audience. After a few minutes, Winston picked up his pace, and then tensed and held his penis in my rectum as he deposited his seed into me. I was enjoying the sensation of his penis pulsing when I heard one of the servants clearing his throat. Shit!!! I forgot they were watching!! How embarrassing!! How could I ever look them in the face again?! This was much, much worse than having that pervert at the lake see me!! That was just wanking! This was having my rectum filled with the semen of another man. Winston finished pumping into me and pulled his penis out with a loud "plop!" Everyone had a chuckle at my expense as a servant handed Winston a towel to clean himself off. Winston pointed out to the servants that my anus was gaping and he could see some of his semen as I tried to close it. Hearing this, I tried to stand up straight, but my ass hurt when I did so. The older servant tried to wipe my backside, but I turned him away. When I turned to face Winston and his servants, every one of them looked straight down at my still erect penis. This embarrassed me to no end as I felt the humiliation of being buggered and now my naked body being leered at by fully clothed men. I know this sounds stupid, but this made me feel even more naked than before. I was about to make a dash for my clothes, but Winston walked up and gave me a hug. He had cleaned his penis and put it back into his pants. He gave me a reassuring hug and thanked me for returning to model for him. He said that my ass was too tempting and he couldn't resist the urge to bugger me. Actually, what he said was much more elegant, and it worked on me. I quit my struggle and allowed Winston to calm me. When I was relaxed, he held me at arm's length an admired my naked form again. Declaring me a beauty, he asked for confirmation from the servants. Being obedient, they both agreed but I could tell they were a bit put off by having been voyeurs, albeit willing voyeurs, to such an intimate event. Unshaken, Winston said that the light had died and we could quit our session for the day. He told me to wash off in the brook while he packed up his supplies. The servants remained to dry me when I was finished. I did what I was told and jumped into the cool stream. When I say cool, I mean ball-shattering cold! I did my best to wash my backside as quickly as I could and got out of the brook as quickly as I could. Fortunately, the valet was right there with a towel to dry me off. This time, he took his time and rubbed my shriveled cock a while until it returned to normal size. He continued to "dry" my cock and balls until I was at full mast again. By this time, the other servant had followed Winston up to the manor house. Just as I noticed we were alone, the valet took my cock into his mouth. I tried to step back, but his hand was on my naked ass and he held me close. Being fourteen and never having had my penis in anyone, the warmth of his mouth was a very new and exciting experience. I looked down to watch his mature face swallow my penis and felt his rough tongue licking my sensitive glans. Again, being fourteen and having been naked all day, it wouldn't take too long for me to cum. Before he let me cum, he removed my penis from his mouth, and stood. He unbuckled his trousers and let them fall, exposing a fully erect, hooded penis. He was MUCH hairier than Winston and I bent over to get a closer look at his crotch. I skinned back his foreskin and reveled at the shiny cock head that popped out to say hello. He looked so tasty that before I realized it, his penis was in my mouth. He had a muskier taste and smell compared to Winston, but he hadn't just bathed either. Since this was only my second cock in my life, the scent registered in my brain. The valent allowed his animal instinct to take over and before long, I was struggling to accommodate the large penis going in and out of my mouth. He wasn't as wide, but his penis was a bit larger than Winston so I had to work at keeping it in my mouth and not down my throat. I had a strong gag reflex so I had to keep him at arm's length. Fortunately, having watched me model naked all day, the valet was quite excited and shot several boluses of cum into my mouth. I had a hard time swallowing fast enough and a lot was pushed out of my mouth by the next batch of cum. Just when I thought he was going to drown me, his shots ebbed and I was able to catch up. Even when he removed his spent penis, I had a lot of cum in my mouth that I had to swallow. While I was clearing my mouth, the valet began to masturbate my very hard and sensitive cock. My entire body was shuddering as I tried to wipe my tongue around my mouth to clear the semen. Since I didn't pay attention, my orgasm caught me by surprise and my knees almost buckled when I started to shoot my see all over the river bank. I looked down just in time to see a masculine, hairy hand squeezed the last bit of cum out of my penis. The valet wiped off his hands and congratulated me. I just stood there in my post cum glow. Soon, I realized that I was still naked, I had just taken a load of semen from Winston up my ass, and a load from his valet down my throat. The realization caused me to blush crimson and look around for my clothes. I also grew a bit angry realizing that the valet had taken improper liberties with me. I was glowering at him but he ignored me. The ever-professional valet continued to wipe my semen off my cock and pubic hair even as I shook to get free. I made a dash for my clothes and just got them on when. What?! My sister was shaking me rigorously trying to rouse me from a deep sleep. We had arrived and it was time to get up and say hello. Where was I? Why were my lips chapped? Had I drooled in my sleep? I never do that! I wiped my face with my shirt sleeve to clean up from my sleep. However, my mouth tasted funny. I must have had something before I fell asleep. The drool on my face was also different. I had to use the bathroom too. I rushed into the house to use the bathroom. Like the other day at school, I had an urgent need to clear out my bowels. Also, like the other day, what came out was white and liquid. I must be allergic to something I ate. That would also explain my vivid dreams. My ass was really sore too! So was my throat. I must have really been tired!! As I was replacing my underwear I realized that I had had a wet dream and my underwear was soaked in cum! I did my best to clean it out and try to make sure it didn't soak through to my pants. I would have to live with sticky underwear for the rest of the day. I spent the rest of the day with my cousins and had a good time. I couldn't get the dream about Winston Churchill out of my head and got some teasing about being an airhead. However, I couldn't shake how realistic everything was. My throat and ass were both sore and my lips felt like they were puffed as well. Even my cock felt like I had just masturbated several times. I guess this puberty thing really is an adventure. I vowed to figure out what I was allergic to so I could eat it again. I slept well that evening and woke up with a full appetite. The ride home was uneventful and I got myself ready for the upcoming week at school. I was actually looking forward to history class for once! I couldn't wait to get back to school on Monday to work out some more!