Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2018 11:50:40 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Jackanory - Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and boys. Please send any comments to andymann303@outlook.com. And please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth: oral anal, b/M+ - - - - - Jackanory - Part 1 The following story has been submitted by a chap who wishes to remain anonymous; so I will name him Danny. He is the boy in this story, which is based on an event in his life. It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of sexual behaviour, but is simply one man's fond memory of an experience he enjoyed years ago, in his youth. Edits have been apply by the governor, so nuff said. - I was nine years old when my Uncle Alan introduced me to the magical world of model railways. He had been a signalman for British Rail and was ultra keen on the Great Western Railway. The layout he had in his garage was quite large, and very detailed. However, the loop of track on his living-room floor was where my introduction to signalling occurred. The oval of Peco track held a 0-6-0 Pannier Tank engine, two coal wagons and a GWR brake van. Uncle Alan sat, cross-legged on the floor, with the oval of track in front of him. I sat in the warm valley between his crossed legs, holding a small control box in my hands. Being an ex-signalman, my uncle came up with an ingenious way of controlling the train on the track: with my willy sticking out of my shorts, and held by my uncle between his finger and thumb, I was instructed to speed up the engine when my willy was stroked really fast; and then, when my willy was eased to the left, the train ran forward. My uncle only reversed the train occasionally, by easing my willy to the right. The train would derail and interrupt our signalling game if the reverse signal was sent and he was stroking my willy too fast. Also, the train would always stopped dead when a dry climax interrupted our game. However, after the climax, I was always keen to continue the game for as long as possible. After a few months, we both decided that we were wearing the wrong uniform for our branch line. My uncle said the branch line was owned by the North Naked and Wankfield Railway, so to be in the correct uniform, we both had to be stark naked. And of course, the line was then upgraded to include the more reliable 'cock-in-mouth' signalling system. Uncle Alan's cock, which he called his 'signalling lever', was far larger than mine. We both had uncut levers, but Uncle Alan's was a real mouthful, and needed a lot of effort to suck back and forth. * * * During one of our regular bedroom visits, Uncle Alan went downstairs to answer the front door, and returned with a man in tow. 'This is Paul,' he said. 'He's a good friend of mine, and a fellow signalman.' I covered my cock with my hands and blushed. Paul was about the same age and build as my uncle. 'Lummy, he's a real beauty,' said Paul to my uncle. 'And it looks like you've had some great sex with the little fella.' I continued to blush as I looked around for my clothes, which were nowhere to be seen. 'Yes, Paul,' said my uncle. 'Danny's really good at sucking cock.' Paul came and sat on the bed beside me. He ruffled my hair and said I looked absolutely gorgeous. He then took hold of my fully erect cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. 'Now, let's see what we can do with this little chap,' said Paul, as he began to wank me off. The man's expert touch wiped me out completely. And then, when he stripped off after my dry climax, he began to feel me all over, just like my uncle had done earlier. So, I knew what was coming when he put his finger in my arsehole. Paul's seven-inch cock, which was uncut and pencil-thin, shunted me up hills and down dales. I was sweating like a fireman as he fucked me in a variety of different positions. 'It seems we have a proper bum-boy here, Al,' said Paul. 'A real cock-sucker and a proper bum-boy.' 'Yep!' said my uncle, as he slipped his cock into my mouth. 'Danny's gonna be our new sex-pet from now on.' * * * The next day, I was lying on Uncle Alan's bed when in walked Paul and two other men. All three men were stark-bollock-naked - I was wearing only a pair of white Y-fronts. 'This is Albert and George, Danny,' said Paul. 'The men I told you about yesterday.' 'He's a peach,' said George. 'A real smasher.' 'Yes,' added Albert. '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 George playing with their new toy. I lost my Y-fronts in double quick time, as the two men fucked my brains out. Paul used three rolls of film during that awesome sex-romp. - - - - - The following story has been submitted by a chap who wishes to remain anonymous; so I will name him Adam. He is the boy in this story, which is based on an event in his life. It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of sexual behaviour, but is simply one man's fond memory of an experience he enjoyed years ago, in his youth. Edits have been apply by the governor, so nuff said. - I was seduced by two Asians when I was 16 years old. I then became their bum-boy for quite a long time. Kap (Kapil) and Ran (Ranbir) were twenty-something taxi drivers, living and working in Forest Gate during the late 1960s. I missed the last bus one night and was forced to walk home. Ran stopped and offered me a free lift - he really liked to help 'pretty blond boys', he joked. On the way home, he handed me a magazine to peruse. It was an earlier version of the Color Climax magazines from Denmark. The dog-eared magazine was full of black and white images of men and women having sex, including group sex. Needless to say, he picked me up the next evening and gave me another magazine to peruse. By the time I was wanking off in the back of his cab, I was looking at naked men having sex with each other. And then, by the time I was looking at naked men and boys having sex, Kap was sitting beside me, wanking me off. Most evenings, Ran toured the empty streets of East London with a semi-naked wimp in the back of his minicab. My regular evening tours saw me sucking cock in the nude, whilst the minicab was parked in a dark and secluded spot. It was a very exciting time for me, especially when the two men took it in turn to fuck me in the minicab, and then out of the minicab. Then, one day, Rishi appeared on the scene. He was a well-to-do businessman with a passion for bondage and photography. He liked to see wimps like me being used and abused by men like Kap and Ran. I was captured on film being strung up and fucked in all kinds of unusual positions. I was then spread out and fucked up hills and down dales by Rishi's like-minded friends. I recall standing outside Rishi's London flat, in the nude, waiting for him to open the front door and let me in. But that's another story. - - - - - The following story has been submitted by a chap who wishes to remain anonymous; so I will name him Bobby. He is the boy in this story, which is based on an event in his life. It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of sexual behaviour, but is simply one man's memory of an experience he endured years ago, in his youth. Edits have been apply by the governor, so nuff said. - At fourteen years old, I fell in love with the father of my best friend. My friend, Martin, showed me how to have fun with my cock. Alan, the father, then showed me how to have fun in a threesome. I was so besotted with Alan, which allowed him to exploit me to the nth degree. Martin and I were photographed in the nude during a camping trip, and those photographs were later used to keep me in line. Two retired teachers, who lived in a remote cottage, invited their former pupil, Alan, to spend a couple of weeks with them in the Lake District. Alan, Martin and I arrived at the cottage and were naked within an hour of our arrival. Martin and I then witnessed Alan, an ex-public schoolboy, bending over for the two naked teachers. He was caned and slippered by Edward and Piers until his arse glowed bright red. Martin replaced his father when Piers ordered him to: the boy had visited the cottage the year before, so he knew what was expected of him. His arse glowed bright red as the two white-haired men counted out the strokes. I was deeply in love with Alan, and even though he asked me to step forward and share Martin's burden, I said 'no'. The impasse only lasted a few minutes; the explicit photographs were mentioned, but it was the cold shoulder from Alan that finally persuaded me to bend over for an introductory beating. Three glowing bums were then seen leaving the cottage and heading for the rear garden, which was quite large. The three of us were put to work cutting the lawn, weeding the paths, and hacking back a hedge. Of course, Edward and Piers supervised the gardening with birch rods. I really enjoyed the sex with the two teachers that first night, but the CP sessions took some getting use to. The men were very careful not to punish me too much, and spent most of their time spanking and caning their favourite ex-pupil, Alan. During the days that followed, the outdoor sessions included a face-to-face punishment detail, which Alan managed to capture on film. Martin and I were stood, face-to-face, under a large tree branch. Our legs were spread apart, and our ankles were tied to a wooden leg-spreader. Our arms were then raised in the air and our wrists tied to the tree branch. Standing together, so that we could kiss and rub our cocks together, we were spanked by Piers and birched by Edward. I knew I was being used and abused by the three men badly, but I stuck it out for the whole two weeks. I even promised to return a month later, so that I could be hung upside down from the tree branch and caned - Martin had been strung up in this way during the second week. Upon our return from the Lake District, I spotted Alan with another boy from my school. Clearly Alan and Martin were out to recruit another mug like me. Neil Clark was a softy, just like me, so Alan would have no trouble in signing him up for a threesome. I now knew that I had been played - Alan had only pretended to love me. I had been used and abused, and then dumped by the love of my life. That's when the self-loathing stepped in to destroy me. Logically, I knew I was the victim, but still I blamed myself. Deep down, I knew a lover wouldn't hand me over to abusers like Edward and Piers. I had been duped by Alan and Martin, and yet I still blame myself to this day. - - - - - The following story has been submitted by a chap who wishes to remain anonymous; so I will name him Colin. He is the boy in this story, which is based on an event in his life. It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of sexual behaviour, but is simply one man's fond memory of an experience he enjoyed years ago, in his youth. Edits have been apply by the governor, so nuff said. - It was my 14th birthday and my mother took me into town to buy me a new suit. We went to Drew & Co., bespoke tailors. Mr. Moore was the tailor, and he showed me some styles to choose from. When I made my decision, he took me to the rear changing room to measure me up; while my mother went next door to the hairdressers. Mr. Moore took my arm and chest measurements first. Next, he needed to measure how long the jacket would be, so he held the tape to my neck and let it fall down my back. He touched my bum-cheeks as he held the tape straight, and I gave out a little gasp. 'I'm sorry about that,' he said, as I blushed. 'That's okay, sir,' I said, as he touched my bum-cheeks again. Next, he had to take my waist measurement; and to do that, he got really close and put his arms around me to get an accurate measurement. I could feel his breath on my neck, and it felt really good. I was beginning to feel warm now, and as he let the tape go, he brushed my bum-cheeks again. 'Is sir happy, so far?' he asked. 'Oh yes, sir,' I managed to splutter, as my cocklet began to rise. Mr. Moore said he was going to enter my measurements into his appointment book, and would be back in a few minutes. However, before I had time to think of a way to deflate my cocklet, Mr. Moore came back in. 'Okay,' he said, 'let's finish off the measurements, shall we?' I had to stand with my legs slightly apart, so that he could take my inside-leg measurement. He knelt down beside me, held one end of the tape against my crotch and tried to read the length. 'No. That's not quite right,' he said. 'Let's try that again.' He pushed his hand against my tiny ball-sac, and held it there. 'No. Still can't get there,' he said. 'Can you take your trousers off for me please.' As I did so, he remarked on how nice my briefs were. 'Mmmm. Blue and white Y-fronts,' he said. 'They won't let your willy hang loose. They're ideal for the job.' He then proceeded to measure my inside-leg. The top of the tape was held tightly in place as he took the measurement. However, he kept his hand against my ball-sac for a long, long time. 'Yes.' he said. 'You're such a beautiful boy; and you're going to break a lot of hearts before you're fully grown.' He was now rubbing the top of my bare leg, and encouraging my little stiffy to get even more erect. I nearly fell over and had to grab hold of him to steady myself. His hand quickly grabbed hold of my cock as I did so. 'Are you okay, young man?' he asked, as he gently squeezed my cock. 'Yes, sir,' I replied. 'I lost my balance, that's all.' He kissed my forehead and said that he had everything he needed for now. 'I'm going to make sure that this suit is the best ever,' he said, as he squeezed the bulge between my legs. 'A handsome boy like you needs the best.' Just then, my mother came into the shop. Mr. Moore said he had finished for now, and that the suit would be ready for the first fitting in four days time, at around 4:30pm. Any alterations could be sorted out then, before the final fitting. 'Oh, I can't make it then,' said my mother. 'It's okay.' I said. 'I can come in on my own, after school. It's only a fitting.' My mother agreed, and so we said goodbye to the tailor. And as I left, I turned back and smiled at Mr. Moore. * * * I wore my tightest white briefs on the day I visited the tailors again. I arrived at Drew & Co. a little after 4:30pm, and Mr. Moore was there, waiting for me. 'Go right through to the changing room,' he said. 'I just need to lock up.' I looked at him with a questioning look, but he told me that he was the only assistant on duty, so he didn't want the bother of having to interrupt the fitting to serve someone else. The moment we were in the changing room, he told me to remove my school uniform and hang it up. I quickly removed my blazer and dropped my trousers; and as I did so, Mr. Moore gave out a low whistle. 'Well, don't you look sexy in your tight, white briefs,' he said, smiling. 'Take off your shoes and socks, so I can see you in just your Y-fronts. How tight are they?' 'Pretty tight,' I replied, as I removed my shoes and socks. 'Let's see,' he said, as he put a finger in the waistband, just above my cock. My cock got hard in an instant. I could feel the tip of his finger touching my little mushroom knob, and secretly wanted him to pull down my Y-fronts. 'They are way too tight,' he said. 'I need to see how the suit trousers will look when you're wearing boxer shorts.' 'I don't wear boxer shorts,' I said. 'But I know what you mean.' 'Good boy,' he said. 'Now let's get these off and see how big you are down below.' I felt his hand on my bum as I stepped out of my briefs. He then squeezed my bum-cheeks and took hold of my stiffy. I felt so good, standing there in the nude. 'Tiny and rock-hard,' he purred. 'Just the way it should be .... And a nice small ball-bag to go with it. A superb matched pair.' I blushed and smiled, and checked out my naked stance in the full-length mirrors. * * * Some ten minutes later, Mr. Moore and I were both stark-bollock-naked and rolling around on the shag-pile carpet. I wanked him off, he sucked me off. I just couldn't believe how lucky I was, or how big Mr. Moore's cock was. 'Squeeze it real tight, boy,' he said, as he stopped sucking me for a while. 'Now let's see how tight your hole is.' I felt his fingers exploring my bum-hole. He then told me to suck his cock, which I did with pleasure. A few minutes later, he came in my mouth with what felt like an explosion; and as I tried to swallow his seed, he slapped my bum-cheeks and yelled, 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' * * * I skipped school the next day, and joined Mr. Moore in his car. As he drove me to the party, Trevor (Mr. Moore) asked me if I'd ever been bummed. 'If you mean a cock up the bum,' I said, 'then no.' 'Excellent,' he said, as he rubbed and squeezed my thigh. We arrived at the party around ten o'clock in the morning. Trevor turned right, into a tree-lined drive, and told me to take all my clothes off. He wanted me to arrive at the Manor House in the nude - the Manor House was located in the middle of nowhere, and was surrounded by dense woodland. I stood in front of a large oak door, shivering in the morning air. Trevor was also stark-bollock-naked, so I didn't feel too silly. Lionel, a man in his early 60s, opened the door and welcomed us in. He too was stark-bollock-naked, and seemed very pleased to see me. 'Hello, Trevor,' he said. 'It was extremely short notice, but I managed to get the Crazy Gang together for today's fuck-fest. And now I can see why you were so keen to share your good fortune.' 'Sorry for all the rush,' said Trevor. 'This is Colin. He's just turned 14 and needs to be fucked good and hard.' 'Welcome, Colin,' said Lionel. 'You must come through and meet my friends. They'll be so pleased to see a bum-boy in his birthday suit.' Lionel led us into the lounge, where three more naked men sat. 'This is Colin,' announced Lionel. 'And of course, you all know Trevor, the Scoutmaster who leads the 1st Naked Nippers Troop.' The three men raised their glasses and cheered as I made my entrance. I was then given a vodka and tonic, and drank it down in double quick time, I was that nervous. 'Here, have another,' said Trevor. 'And try to make it last a bit longer.' 'Mmmm. A beautiful virgin hole,' said Lionel, as he squeezed my bum-cheeks. 'Let's get you washed and ready for the marathon ahead.' All the men were playing with their cocks when Lionel and I returned from the bathroom. The alcohol had definitely helped me cope with the embarrassment of the big clean out, which Lionel seemed to enjoy doing. After another vodka and tonic, I was led over to the men and told to suck cock. The party was to begin with a cock-sucking preamble, which would last a good hour. 'Heaven, pure heaven,' said Toby, a horny 60-year-old man with a pencil-thin cock and an insatiable appetite for underage sex. He loved hosting the 1st Naked Nippers Troop on his farm. Having naked boy scouts on his land, and under canvas, was a real treat for the old man. And his annual barn dance, gang show and jamboree were a must to see. Harvey, another old-aged pensioner, put something to my nose and told me to breathe in deep, which I did. I later found out that it was alkyl nitrite [poppers] I was sniffing. The next thing I felt was Arthur's awesome cock in my hole. The old man was the first to fuck me that day. Apparently, he had won the draw to deflower the virgin. I began to cry when Arthur handed me over to Lionel, the man with the largest cock in the house. He really made me sweat as he took his time to ravage my 'sweet hole'. I was a 'slut' one minute, then a 'tart', then a 'bitch'. The man kept calling me names has he humped my arse. Trevor was the last man to fill my bum-hole with spunk that day. I had the stuff dripping out of my hole as I gulped down more spunk between sips of vodka and tonic. I was drunk, and needed to sober up in front of Toby's camera before I went home. A hot bath helped, which was also captured on film by Toby. The farmer had hundreds of photographs in his personal collection. Dozens of naked boys had posed for the man over the years. The walls of his darkroom were covered with black and white images of boys, both in and out of scout uniform. I still felt a little woozy as I got dressed beside the car. Lionel waved us off as Trevor drove away from the Manor House. We were both really tired and happy, but not too tired to pull into a secluded lay-by and stroke our cocks again. Of course, we were both back at the Manor House the following week.