Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2024 11:10:42 +0000 From: Kevin Webster Subject: Son-Swap-2 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org Gay / Adult-youth: oral, anal, incest, M+/t+ - - - - - Son-Swap - Part 2 Gavin and Roy fucked my arse for hours the following Saturday, and my dad took over on Sunday. The crew kept Gavin and myself busy throughout the summer holidays, so I had five men to service for weeks. "Lots of hot baths is the trick, Kev," said Gavin. "Your arse will thank you for it by the time you go back to school." "I'm naked all the time now," I replied. "My arse is always being poked by the crew. How did you cope when I wasn't around?" "I was swapped for other boys," said Gavin. "Howard and Paul run a network in the Scouts, so boys and Scoutmasters kept coming and going at camp meetings. The tents were always full of naked men and horny boys." "Do I get to join?" I asked. "Only if your dad puts you forward." ~ ~ ~ After the summer holidays, my dad put me on sick leave. He said my arse needed a well-deserved rest, so I was put on cock-sucking duties for a month. Cars would stop and pick me up after school. Apart from the crew, Scoutmasters would take me out into the countryside and show me their cocks. Of course, some of the men would break the rules and share me with others. My dad didn't know, so in my book, what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. Jack dropped me off at Gordon's place one Friday afternoon. Apparently, he had urgent business elsewhere, so I was "rented out" to Gordon for a couple of hours. "Good to see you again, Kevin," said Gordon, as the front door swung open. "Come in. Come in." Gordon stood there, stark-bollock-naked in the doorway. It was hard not to notice that he and his cock were very pleased to see me. "I'm so glad you could make it," he said. "Now remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just relax and have a good time." I walked into the living-room and spotted two cine-cameras, on tripods, against the far wall. "Here, have a glass of wine," he said, smiling. "It will help you relax." "How many men are you expecting today, Gordon?" I asked, as I took the glass and swallowed half the cherry-red content. "Well, six said that they were definitely coming, so I figure maybe two or three more. That's about the minimum for a good gang-bang." "That's a lot of cock," I said. "Gavin and I will be so knackered by six o'clock." "Will you be able to cope, Kev?" "Yeah, no problem." Just then, someone knocked on the front door. Gordon quickly took the glass from my hand and went to answer the door. After a few words on the doorstep, Bill and Gordon walked into the living-room. I smiled as Bill began taking his clothes off. "Why aren't you naked, boy?" he asked. "C'mon, get those togs off!" My head began to spin as the two men helped me undress. Gordon insisted that I finish off my drink, and then went off to get some more. Bill turned me about and guided me over to the sling. Apparently, Gavin was not going to make an appearance that afternoon, so I had to service Gordon's guests alone. I just smiled, not understanding the gravity of the task I was about to take on. In my tipsy state, I continued to smile as the two men strapped me into the sling. I felt so relaxed when Bill began to rub some Vaseline into my arsehole. I was still thanking him when there was another knock on the front door. Gordon was quick to return to the living-room with three men in tow. Colin and Lee were in their early 20s, and Lloyd was a burly black man in his 30s. The 'fortified' wine kept me smiling like a fool. I watched the three newcomers strip naked and instinctively zeroed in on the coal-black cock. Lloyd slapped Lee's arse-cheeks and told him to collect up the clothing, including mine and Bill's, and take them upstairs. Just then, there was another knock on the front door. I turned my head toward the living-room door and heard Gordon talking to more men. They were told to followed Lee up the stairs and strip off in the spare bedroom. "He's a good-looking boy," Lloyd said to Bill. "Is he for hire?" "No," replied Bill. "He's Frank's son, so we only get to fuck him from time to time." "Pity," said Lloyd. "He looks so cute and compliant." "That's the wine in his bloodstream," said Gordon. "Gavin cried off yesterday, so Kevin has to take on more cock today. He's ultra-relaxed now, so he's good to go." "He's real keen on group sex," added Bill. "But we didn't want to push our luck and spook him with a last-minute change of plan." All the men were gathered round the sling some 10 to 15 minutes later. I tried to focus on their fully erect cocks. Lloyd's stem was probably nine inches long, and quite thick. Colin and Lee had lovely seven-inch cocks, as did most of the other men. Only two men had small cocks, but I wasn't complaining. "Okay, Kevin," said Bill. "We're ready to hump your arse in a clock-wise configuration. I'm One O'clock and Deke is 12 o'clock. So, just lie back and leave all the time and motion stuff to us." A finger worked its way into my arsehole. It was soon joined by a second, and they both stretched my anus to the full. The two fingers were pulled out, and I felt something larger and blunter press against my anus. Bill's cock-head pushed in and kept going. I didn't feel any pain, so I figured that the wine was doing its job. Bill immediately began to hump my arse. It was just like the last time I was in the sling - I was huffing and puffing, and sweating like a pig. Bill clearly enjoyed being the first to fuck me, especially when the other men began cheering him on. The ring of cocks closed in on us as Bill cursed his luck and suddenly climaxed. "Fuckin' hell!" he snapped. "His hole is so greedy for spunk." Bill continued to swear as he withdrew his cock and stepped aside for the next man. Brendan was someone I hadn't seen before. He pushed his cock into my hole and began fucking my brains out. His technique was a lot like Bill's; although every now and then he hit something inside me that sent a shock-wave surging through my body. Alas, his fuck didn't last very long. I was delirious with joy when Lloyd appeared between my legs. He was six or seven o'clock, and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. "He's crazy for it," he said, during an impromptu respite. "And look! He still thinks he's being fucked, the little scamp." The men laughed as Bill and Gordon tried to steady the sling. "Don't stop!" I snapped. "Keep going! Keep going!" "He's steaming hot, Bill," said Deke, as he wiped my face with a damp flannel. "The boy needs a break. He'll bust a blood vessel if he doesn't have a pit stop soon." I then felt pressure inside my hole again. Lloyd wasn't going to miss out on his climax. He smiled and buried his cock deep inside me, stretching my inner sanctum to the full. He picked up speed and began thrusting harder and harder; and each time his cock thrust forward, it hit the spot that felt so good. I then felt his cock swell and spasm, as it flooded my inner sanctum with spunk. After Lloyd pulled out, Bill called for a 10-minute break. I was none too pleased initially, but Deke's ice-cold wash down soon changed my mind. The man really knew how to bring a tired and sweaty body back to life. "Where's eight o'clock?" asked Gordon. "If he doesn't step up now, he won't get another chance." Colin quickly appeared between my legs. I remember his cock going in, but lost track of everything around me as he began to fuck me. This was the roughest fuck yet. The man just slammed into me over and over again. He was hitting that magic spot inside me, so I just grit my teeth and went along for the ride. "Ease up, Colin," said Lee. "Leave some for me. We won't get another invite if you split his arse in two." Colin just laughed as he shed his load inside me. He then withdrew his cock and left me reeling. ~ ~ ~ After Deke had fucked me, I was released from the sling and carried upstairs to the bathroom. "Listen to him moan, Deke," said Gordon. "He clearly doesn't like lying in that bath of hot water." "He won't be walking straight for a week," said Brendan. "That sore arse will keep him awake for two or three nights." "Yep," said Bill. "But that won't stop him coming back for more. He's addicted to group sex. I know the type." Bill was right. My arse was battered and bruised, and hurting like hell. However, 12 cocks in one session wasn't going to stop me bending over for my fans. ~ ~ ~ I was in the sling a week or so later. Gavin was now old news, so I was on-call most afternoons. "Where's the Vaseline, Gordon?" asked Brendan. "The boy needs his arsehole greased." "That arse looks so inviting," said Tom. "I love humping young whippersnappers. Ain't that right, Gordon?" "Yes," replied Gordon, as he handed Brendan an open jar of Vaseline. Brendan smiled and put a greasy finger in my arsehole. He then moved his finger in and out real slow. "Righty-ho," said Gordon. "Kevin will be fucked by you all in an orderly manner. During the fuck-fest, you must be ready to get between his legs at a moment's notice. Stragglers will not be tolerated, so take heed." I instinctively grabbed hold of the twist-chains securing my wrists to the sling. Don, the biker, was the first to appear between my legs, so I hung on for dear life as he fucked me. I rocked back and forth in the sling for what seemed like hours. Don led the charge with a marathon, arse-ramming fuck. He was then replaced by Warren, who made my eyes water with his noisy contribution. "We're gonna sweat you, boy," said Tom, as he poured some wine into my open mouth. "You're our spunk monkey now, and we're gonna take real good care of you today." "More cock! More wine! More cock!" I barked. "Give me more!" After Tom, all the faces that appeared between my legs blurred into one. Each man's cock kept my joy-button fully depressed, but no one stood out as a face to remember. I blacked out after the fuck-fest, which ended with Gordon securing a leather strap around the base of my cock and wanking me off for a very long time. When I woke up, I found myself still restrained in the sling. The living-room was still full of naked men, but now they were all gathered round Bill and a young boy. Apparently, Bill and Jack had arrived with the 12-year-old in tow. The boy was drinking wine and smiling like a fool, so I knew I had a rival on my hands. "Hello, sleepyhead," said Deke. "Welcome back to the land of the living. Fancy a bath?" I so wanted to see the boy naked. Unfortunately, Deke insisted on cleaning me up and getting me dressed. "Jack wants to hang around for a bit longer" said Deke, as he carried me upstairs. "So, he's asked me to take you home." Deke had a thing for boys in baths, so I knew I would be upstairs for quite a long time. Apparently, according to Bill, it was all to do with a fetish that went back to Deke's public school days. "Okay," I said, "but you better drop me off near the park. I can walk home from there." "Saves any awkward questions; is that it?" "Yes," I replied. "Plus, your car in my road will stick out like a sore thumb." "You did say 'sore thumb'?" he asked. "Or was it 'sore bum'?" We both laughed as we reached the bathroom.