Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2013 07:24:42 -0500 (EST)
From: insilva92@aol.com
Subject: Baptism in Bournemouth 1

BAPTISM IN BOURNEMOUTH. Part one.

    The following story is a homosexual fantasy of a sexual encounter
between a teenage boy and some older guys. If it is illegal for you to read
such material please leave now; if not I hope it brings you pleasure.
Because it is a fantasy the sex in it may not be safe, but I would advise
you to have safe sex in real life. The story is set in July in the late
1960s.

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    Mom, Dad, me, and my 10 year old Sister went on summer holiday to
Bournemouth as usual, the Boscombe end. We always stayed at my Dad's
widowed aunt's 5 bedroomed house which was about a 10 minute walk from the
beach. We'd been going there every summer holiday since my Sister was
one. Oh, I'm Timmy and this happened when I was just 15. I usually enjoyed
my summer holidays in Bournemouth; and me, Mom and my sister stayed for a
month, Dad had a fortnight then he had to go back to work. When we arrived
late Friday evening my Aunt told me that the family next door had moved to
London a month ago. I was gutted; they had twin boys, Peter and Paul,
almost 3 years older than me, and every holiday we used to pal up; they
didn't seem to care about my being much younger than them, we were firm
friends from the first holiday. We used to swim a lot and horse around in
the sea and we'd wrestle too on the beach, but usually in the park. As we
got older the twins seemed to like the physical contact and instigated more
of it; I know I enjoyed it to.
    Sexually I'd never done anything with anyone at school apart from the
usual "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" stuff and one circle jerk
after I shot my first load and had to prove to my schoolmates that I
could. It was a sort of school tradition and I found it terribly
embarrassing while being proud that I could now cum. But at home I wanked
off whenever I could; and I always seemed to imagine that the twins,
sportsmen (usually young footballers), or our Gym Master, who was a hunky
35 year old, were wanking my cock for me. I didn't know if that made me a
Homo or what, but it didn't worry me that I fantasised about males.
Obviously I'd never done anything out of school either; but I would have
done things with the twins if they'd offered.
    Last year there seemed to be a lot more physical contact than ever
before with the twins; and I kept throwing a boner whenever one of them
would "accidentally" brush their hands over my cock. The twins didn't
comment on it, but I noticed that they got boners too when I "accidentally"
touched either of their cocks. Then at the end of the holiday while we were
waiting for my Dad to come and take us back home to Birmingham the twins
took me aside and Peter told me that they'd noticed my boners; and then he
asked me if I wanked off yet. I went bright red but stammered out that I
did. Then Paul asked me if I could shoot any boycum yet; well, I went
purple this time, but I told them I'd shot my first load 6 weeks ago just
before my 14th Birthday. (Boys seemed to mature later in those days.) They
both said good and told me that next summer they'd show me lots of sex
things to do. I threw a boner there and then! I couldn't ask them any more
because Dad arrived to take us home. So you can imagine how frustrated I
was to find out that they weren't there anymore; and when I went to bed I
didn't even fancy a wank.
    Saturday morning arrived and over breakfast my Parents and Sister
decided to go to Salisbury for the day sightseeing, and in the afternoon to
a concert in the Cathedral. I was still sulking over the twins and declined
saying I'd have a day at the beach, the weather forecast had promised
sunshine all day. My Aunt made me sarnies and told me that dinner wouldn't
be until 7p.m. because my Parents wouldn't be back until after 6p.m. My
Aunt wasn't going to the concert, she'd been the week before, and so I knew
I could go back to the house at anytime. She told me she expected me to be
back home for 6p.m. at the latest. I headed off for the beach at about 10
a.m. I was wearing white tennis pumps (this was before the ubiquitous
trainers), a pair of baggy beach-shorts with my usual swimming trunks
underneath; and I was carrying a T-shirt, my towel, about a pound in
change, my Aunt's sandwiches, a book and a bottle of pop in a small
satchel.  At the beach I found myself a nice spot, lay out my towel,
stepped out of my shorts and settled down to sunbathe.
    Oh, I'd better describe myself as I was then: I was 5ft 6ins tall,
gangly and thinnish with floppy brown hair and green eyes. I had no body
hair apart from a little in my armpits and a few pubic hairs above my cock
of which I was inordinately proud. I also had the faintest traces of a
moustache across my upper-lip. My ballbag was tightish, smooth and hairless
and my balls were quite large. My thin, uncut cock was just about 5 inches
long when stiff and stood up straight parallel with my body; my pale
cockshaft was smooth with flat blue veins under the surface. My foreskin
was short and loose and peeled back to lodge behind my corona when I had a
stiffy revealing my bright-red, slightly bulbous knob. When my cock was
hard I produced loads of precum. My bum was big, firm and round, it seemed
out of proportion with the rest of my body; but my Parents assured me that
my body would change during puberty. My nipples were prominent and bigger
than most of the other boys in my class at school, they were dark brown and
although my skin was very pale I tanned easily. Because I wore swimming
trunks like tight boxer-shorts my big bum, groin, cock, and tops of my
thighs were lily-white.
    Before midday I'd eaten all my sarnies, finished my book and drunk my
pop and I was really bored so I decided to walk into Bournemouth to see
what was on at the cinema. I put my T-shirt and shorts on and then decided
I'd better have a piss first; there weren't anymore toilets until you got
into Bournemouth city centre. The nearest toilet was set back off the road
to the beach and almost hidden by trees; there was a copse behind it and at
the sides. I didn't usually use it, it was secluded and un-inviting. I
pushed the outer door open, it squeaked, and went in, it smelled strongly
of stale piss and there was a coppery tang in the air as well. There was a
metal six-stand urinal without dividers against one wall and four hand
basins opposite, and at the end at right angles to the urinal and hand
basins were three toilet cubicles; the middle one was occupied and I could
see that the other two were empty because their doors were wide open. There
was a padlocked door next to the cubicles. After dropping my bag in one of
the basins, a clean one, I went to the last urinal by the cubicles, pushed
my shorts down a bit, then my trunks, which I tucked under my balls, and
then I fished out my cock and started to piss.
    I'd almost finished pissing when I heard the door squeak open and
someone walked in and came and stood at the urinal, to my left and right
next to me, which I thought was unusual because there was loads of room
further up the urinal. I risked a glance; it was an Adonis, a blond haired,
blue eyed, handsome Adonis dressed only in a pair of flip-flops and skimpy
white Speedos which he quickly pushed down until they dropped to his
ankles! I think my mouth dropped open and I almost stopped breathing. I'd
already noticed him earlier on the beach; he'd walked past me a couple of
times and smiled at me, which had made my cock twitch. The Adonis had a
swimmer's build, a firm, dimpled arse, and a smooth hairless body which was
tanned the same golden-brown colour all over. I gulped and my pulse started
to race. I gulped again when he took hold of his uncut cock (which was
bigger soft than my cock was when hard) in his left hand and began to toss
it. I noticed that his balls were big and his loose ballbag was totally
hairless and he had no pubes either. I couldn't help myself, I was
blatantly staring at his cock as it started to lengthen and thicken and,
startled, I jumped when he spoke.
    "Do you like what you see then kid?"
    I went bright red and my pulse quickened even more as, dry-mouthed, I
stammered out my reply.
    "I ... er ... er ...um ..."
    "Relax kid, I know you do, look you've got a hard-on of your own! And I
must say that you've got a lovely little boycock too, I like boycocks, I
like them lots."
    I glanced down, and although I had finished pissing I was still holding
my cock. It was rock-hard, almost touching my body, with a thin string of
precum already running down my cock-shaft over my hand and my balls and
dripping towards the floor. I'd never seen a man's hard cock before but I
knew instantly that I liked what I saw. Nor had a man spoken to me in a
public toilet before let alone about anything sexual; my heart was pounding
and I trembled slightly, whether in fear or excitement I didn't know; but I
knew something monumental was happening. The Adonis turned to face me and
held out his hand, I gulped and shook it, his handshake was warm and firm
and it sent tingles through my body. Then he let go and spoke in a kind
voice.
    "Hello young man, I'm Danny, I'm 24. What's your name and how old are
you?"
    He looked at me inquiringly, his head to one side. I didn't really know
what was going on, but I sensed that it was going to be good; I hoped it
was going to be something to do with sex. I didn't know why he'd mentioned
our ages, but I gulped again then answered.
    "Er ... I'm ... er Timmy, er ... I'm just fif ... fifteen."
    "Ever done anything like this before Timmy?"
    "Er ... um ... no."
    His face lit up as I almost whispered my reply, then he sort of leered.
    "Would you like to mess about with me Timmy?"
    I knew instantly what he meant, sex! And I frantically nodded my head;
my pulse was racing, my mouth had gone bone-dry and I was too scared to
speak.
    "Good boy; I'll tell you what Timmy, to begin with you feel my cock and
I'll feel yours."
    I was totally mesmerised by Danny, blood was pounding through my body,
my heart was hammering, and I was caught like the proverbial deer in a
car's headlights. I knew I should leave the toilet, that I shouldn't be
doing it; but I turned towards him and on sort of auto-pilot I stretched
out my hand towards his now very hard cock; it would be the first cock
other than my own I'd ever felt. It was uncut, 8 inches long and, as I
found out later, averagely thick but it looked huge to me. However Danny
took hold of my cock first and I shuddered at his touch, it felt soooo good
as he fondled and squeezed my rigid cock; and more precum oozed from my
cock-slit descending in a thin string towards the floor. Then my hand
closed around his cock-shaft, Danny's cock felt wonderful as it throbbed in
my hand, it was warm, hard, smooth, and silky; and when I automatically
pulled his loose foreskin back I saw he had a flared, light-purple knob. I
tentatively squeezed Danny's cock and a large pearl of precum appeared from
his cock-slit. I heard a noise behind me and I nearly fainted when I felt a
big, meaty hand on my shoulder and I quickly let go of Danny's cock and
withdrew my hand. I thought we'd been caught, that it was a policeman or
something, but Danny quickly reassured me.
    "Don't worry Timmy it's only my mate Roger, he was in the cubicle
watching, show him your cock, he likes boycocks too."
    Still mesmerised, and trembling slightly, I turned around. Roger looked
a bit like my Gym master; I found out later that he was 42. He was dressed
in a white singlet (wife-beater) tucked into a pair of baggy, khaki shorts
and open leather sandals. He was 5 ft 9 inches tall with a fit, hard, hairy
body, arms and legs. He had brown hair cut short and brown eyes. He was
ruggedly good-looking and his eyes twinkled when he stopped looking at my
cock, lifted his head, and smiled at me, and I relaxed slightly.
    "Well Timmy you really have got a lovely boycock, now what's the rest
of your body like? Ready Danny?"
    And before I knew what was happening they'd stripped me, pulling my
T-shirt off, pushing my shorts and trunks to the floor where I
automatically kicked them off and I was standing naked before them apart
from my pumps. I began to tremble even more, my cheeks burned, and beads of
sweat broke out all over my body. Danny gently took my head in his hands,
turned it up and looked deep into my eyes.
    "Stop worrying Timmy we're only going to make you feel good, you'd like
that wouldn't you.
    I nodded my head tentatively.
    "Good, ever had your cock sucked Timmy?
    I think my jaw dropped open again as I shook my head. I'd overheard
older boys at school talking about it, saying how good it felt, but I
couldn't imagine what it felt like. My face, neck and shoulders had turned
so red they felt as if they were on fire. Danny turned me around so that I
was facing Roger.
    "Roger, show Timmy what he's been missing."
    Roger dropped to his knees in front of me and put one of his big meaty
hands on my bony hip.
    "Put your hands on Roger's shoulders for balance Timmy."
    I did as Danny said and I jumped slightly when Danny immediately moved
behind me and started to fondle my buttocks and gasped.
    "Jesus Roger, the kid's got an arse to die for!"
    I was slightly shocked but more than a little pleased by Danny's words;
nobody had ever told me that I'd got a nice bum. And then Roger tightened
his grip, he pulled my cock down, leant in, and his warm, moist mouth
engulfed my rigid little cock! Then as he fondled and pulled on my balls he
started to suck. IT FELT INCREDIBLE! Everything else left my head, I was
totally focused on the sensations Roger's mouth and tongue were causing; I
hardly even noticed that Danny was running a finger up and down my sweaty
arse-crack. Within seconds I gripped Roger's shoulders even harder and my
body tensed, then the breath left my body as my cock started spewing jet
after jet of watery boycum into Roger's mouth; it was the most intense
orgasm I'd ever had.
    When it was all over I sagged back into Danny's body fighting for
breath, and I could feel Danny's hard cock pulsing against my back and his
finger was still in my sweaty arse-crack pressed against my pucker; it felt
weird but sexy somehow. As I struggled to get my breath back Roger stood up
and he and Danny snogged, I could see that they had their mouths open. I
was a bit surprised; I didn't know men kissed each other like that. My cock
was still very stiff and my foreskin had peeled right back behind my knob
and postcum and precum were oozing from my cock-slit. When I got my breath
back they stopped snogging and Roger spoke.
    "Well Timmy your boycum tastes delicious."
    Danny chimed in.
    "It certainly does Timmy; I'll bet you'd like me to suck you off too
wouldn't you?"
    Then it dawned on me, they'd swapped my boycum as they kissed and then
both swallowed it. Somehow it didn't gross me out; everything that was
happening seemed so very natural. I knew that what had happened was
probably wrong and illegal, but so what, it had felt so right, so good to
me. When I replied my voice kept squeaking.
    "Er ... yes ... please."
    "Good boy Timmy, but not here, it's not that safe, luckily another
friend of ours, Winston, is on guard outside, you'll meet him in a bit."
    Danny removed his finger; I sort of missed it, and turned to Roger.
    "When Timmy's dressed open the back door for us and I'll take Timmy
through the copse to the car park, you can bring his bag."
    Danny turned back to me.
    "What time do you have to be back home Timmy?"
    "Er, my Aunt's expecting me at 6 at the latest."
    "That's good, plenty of time to make you cum a few more times!"
    I blushed. Somehow I wasn't worried about my bag, I trusted the two men
completely. And I wasn't the least bit concerned that I was going to be
alone somewhere with three men, all I wanted was to have my cock sucked off
again and again until I couldn't shoot any more boycum. Danny turned back
to me.
    "Put your shorts and T-shirt back on Timmy, but put your swimming
trunks in your bag."
    As I dressed Roger went and opened the padlock on the door. I finished
dressing and both men looked me up and down and whistled their approval; my
rigid cock was making an obscene bulge in my shorts and the remains of my
cum had begun to make a big wet stain, I blushed. Danny, now wearing his
Speedos, offered me his hand, I took it, and he led me out the door; Roger
fondled my bum as we passed him and I sort of giggled. As Danny led me
through the copse he explained that Roger was a Councillor and head of the
Maintenance Department so he had a master-key to all the Council
padlocks. When we got to the fence around the car-park Danny pushed two
planks aside and led me through. We came out in the far corner of the
car-park behind a backed up green van with the back doors open. Inside
there were some drawers against the driver's enclosed cabin with a cool-bag
on them and a large mattress on the floor. Danny climbed in and helped me
up and told me to sit on the mattress by the drawers, I did. Danny closed
the doors then went and banged on the driver's cabin and a couple of
minutes later the van drove off.
    Danny opened the cool-bag and took a couple of bottles of Coke out. He
came and sat behind me and splayed his legs before pulling me back into his
body. I could feel Danny's hard cock and his balls pressing into my back as
I leant back against him. I didn't say anything when Danny removed my
T-shirt; I even held my arms in the air to make it easier for him. He
handed me one of the Cokes and we both had a drink, I needed it, I was
really thirsty. We started chatting and I told him about being on holiday
with my parents for the next month, where they were today, what time I had
to be home; and of course about the twins.
    When I finished telling Danny about the twins he asked me if I meant
Peter and Paul. I was amazed and nodded that I did. Danny informed me that
he, Roger and Winston also knew the twins from the Venture Scout Troop 96
they ran, and they'd seen me with the twins for the last 3 summer
holidays. Danny added that they, and the other boys in the Troop, were all
also sorry to see the twins leave, they were both very popular. Danny told
me that he owned a business in Germany and the twins were working for him
there. Danny continued that he and Winston had seen me on the beach earlier
and noticed that I was alone and looking bored. When I headed for the
toilet they'd decided to approach me; luckily Roger was already in
there. If I enjoyed myself today Danny said that I could join the Scout
Troop for the duration of my holidays. That excited me.
    As I absorbed the information I wondered if the twins had done stuff
with the men, sex stuff I meant, and somehow I guessed that they had and
that all the boys in the Scout Troop did too. I decided to ask Danny
later. I felt very comfortable in Danny's presence, of course he was good
looking and he had a lovely cock but he had a really nice nature too. And
he talked to me as if I were an adult, I liked that. Then Danny warned me
that I mustn't tell anyone about what had happened already and what was
going to happen later. Indignantly I told him that I wasn't stupid, I'd
realised that already; it was our secret.
    "Good boy Timmy, er do you smoke?"
    I giggled.
    "I have the occasional fag during breaks with my school mates behind
the bike shed. And weekends if we meet up I have more."
    "Have you ever smoked any dope, you know, pot, a joint?"
    "Er, no, but I've heard about it. What does it do?"
    "It really relaxes you, it makes you feel good. Umm, would you like to
try some?"
    ("Why not?" I thought to myself, "another taboo broken.")
    "Er, yes please."
    "Good boy, I've got a pre-rolled joint in a drawer."
    Danny leaned back and took a funny looking fat cigarette out of a
drawer along with an ashtray and a lighter, which he placed on the
mattress. He lit the cigarette, er joint, and I watched intently as he took
a slow, deep drag, Danny held the smoke in his mouth and then exhaled
slowly. He held the joint out to me. I took it and tried to copy him but I
coughed and spluttered. Danny rubbed my back.
    "Don't take in quite so much next time."
    I tried again and this time I was more successful, managing to hold the
smoke in my mouth for a couple of seconds before exhaling it. I handed the
joint back and Danny had another blast before handing it back to me. We
traded the joint twice more, then when Danny handed it me back the next
time he said:
    "You finish that one Timmy; I'll have one back at the house."
    As I smoked Danny massaged my shoulders and occasionally ran his strong
hands over my nipples, they soon hardened. I didn't mind, I liked to feel
his hands on my body. By the time I'd finished the joint I felt really
relaxed and I was very light-headed and giggly. Danny picked up the ashtray
and lighter and put them away. Then he tilted my head back and kissed me on
my brow.
    "I'm going to strip you off now Timmy; I want to admire and enjoy your
sexy young body."
    Emboldened by the joint I giggled then said:
    "Are you going to strip off too?"
    "Of course, once I've got you naked."
    My cock was almost stuck to my shorts by postcum and precum and Danny
had to peel them away carefully; but within seconds we were both
naked. Danny pulled me onto his lap facing him and started to kiss me and
fondle my body, concentrating on my buttocks. It seemed so right to kiss
him and soon our tongues were duelling, it was the first time I'd kissed
anyone sexually and I trembled with pleasure. I could feel Danny's hard
cock pressing against my buttocks and I wriggled about when Danny pulled
them apart until his throbbing cock lodged between my arse-cheeks; that
felt so nice. Danny eventually broke the kiss by holding my head and
pushing it back, and then he looked deep into my eyes.
    "Would you like to taste my cock Timmy?"
    I didn't hesitate, I knew what we were doing was wrong in most people's
eyes but I didn't care, I was falling in love with him; when I answered my
voice was a squeaky whisper.
    "Oh yes please Danny."
    "I bet it will be the first cock you've ever sucked won't it Timmy?"
    I nodded my head vigorously, too excited to speak. I wondered if I'd
get to taste Danny's spunk and what it would be like; I'd been eating my
own boycum for the last 6 months and I really liked the taste. Danny lifted
me off his lap and lay back on the mattress supporting himself on his
elbows so he could watch. On my knees I moved to his middle and took hold
of his throbbing cock.
    "Pull my foreskin back and lick my knob."
    Danny's voice was deep and husky and it sounded a bit like an order, I
didn't care, Danny could order me to do anything. I pulled his foreskin
back and saw a large pearl of precum appear from his cock-slit.
    "Lick my precum off then lick and suck my knob, but watch your teeth."
    I bent my head and licked up the precum, like my own there was only a
hint of flavour, and then I ran my tongue all over his knob. Finally I
opened my mouth wide and took his flared knob into my mouth and started to
suck. Danny's knob tasted wonderful, slightly tangy, and, I dunno, fishy
and musky. I knew in an instant that I'd been born to suck cock, to have
sex with men. Danny had to warn me about my teeth a second time, but he was
soon groaning and moaning softly; his hands were on my head and he was
ruffling my hair. But I'd only had his knob in my mouth for about 2 minutes
when the van stopped. Danny gave a wry chuckle as he gently lifted my head
off his knob. I was so disappointed, and it must have shown on my face.
    "Don't look so sad Timmy, you'll only have to wait a bit longer to suck
my cock again; we're home!"
    Danny opened the van doors and then scooped me up telling me to put my
arms around his neck which I did. I suddenly realised that we'd been
driving for quite a while and must be deep in the country. When Danny
stepped from the van I heard Roger call out.
    "Where to Danny, the Cellar?"
    "I don't think so Roger. I'm not just treating Timmy as trade; I
believe Timmy's going to train up to be one of our Special Boys. So I think
we'd better start in the Nursery."
    I didn't really understand what Danny was talking about but I liked the
idea of being a Special Boy. Still carrying me Danny got me to bang the
van's doors shut, on the back, in large black letters, was sign-written
PARKS DEPT. Then we left the large garage and went into a small hallway; I
could feel Danny's hard cock slapping against my buttocks as he walked. I
could see a large kitchen through an open doorway on the left but Danny
carried me up a door-less stairway on the right. At the top of the stairway
was a small landing which led directly into a huge windowless room, but
there were closed doors either side of the landing. Danny put me down after
explaining that this was their photographic studio where they photographed
Special Boys and then he moved away and I looked around. On the left in the
far corner was a huge, black-rubber sheeted king-size bed with loads of
cupboards and shelves around it. There were a lot of large cuddly toy
animals on the shelves and scattered on the bed's pillows which were also
black. The two right-angled walls had a continuous mirror about 3 feet deep
running around the bed. The wall opposite the bed (not the right-angled
ones) had a long desk with the biggest T.V. I'd ever seen and a load of
other electrical equipment on it facing the bed.
    I noticed tracks running all over the ceiling and Danny explained that
they attached curtains, well, backdrops he called them, to the tracks so
that they could create lots of different backgrounds, like outdoors, or a
camp site, or a classroom, or a surgery, (I wondered about that one but
didn't say anything), or a bus, or a public toilet say to take different
photos. When I mentioned that there were no top sheets on the bed Danny
explained that the whole house was kept at a constant 20 degrees C. so
sheets weren't needed.
    On the right was a funny shaped piece of padded furniture like a
carpenter's saw-horse with straps hanging from the tops of all 4 legs,
beyond which stood a very large wooden X-shaped cross; weird I thought to
myself. Beyond the cross I noticed several camera tripods and what looked
like satellite dishes (I later found out they were powerful photography
lights). There was a door with the legend STOREROOM above it, and there
were also several large different coloured bean bags scattered around the
room. But I didn't take in too much more detail because into the room came
Roger and a young Jamaican guy, and my eyes fastened on them as they came
and stood in front of me next to Danny. All three were totally naked and
they started fondling each others' bodies and stiff cocks. I'll describe
all three of them; I can still see them now, 15 years on, like it was
yesterday:
    As I said Danny was 24 with a swimmers build, his whole body was shaved
as were his balls and pubes. Danny was 6feet tall with cropped blond hair
and blue eyes and an all-over golden tan; an Adonis. His stiff smooth cock
was 8 inches long and averagely thick with a loose foreskin and a flared
light-purple knob. Danny's cock stood out at 30 degrees from his body, and
he had big balls in a loose, shaved ballbag.
    Roger was 32, he was 5feet 9 inches tall with a hard, hairy body, but
his ballbag and pubes were shaved apart from a small, brown, cropped
rectangle above the base of his cock. He had brown hair cut short and brown
eyes. His very veiny, cut cock was 7 inches long and thicker than Danny's
with a red torpedo shaped knob; his balls were even bigger than Danny's and
his ballbag was wrinkled and tight. His hard cock jutted out almost at
right angles to his body.
    Winston was a handsome 28 year old Jamaican, the first naked black man
I'd seen, I instantly found him very sexy and attractive. He was 5feet
11inches tall with a gym-honed body. Like Danny his body was shaved, and
his hair was cropped short. His uncut shiny black cock was 9 inches long,
it looked huge, it was slightly thicker than Roger's; his deep-purple,
mushroom shaped knob was slightly thicker than his veiny cock-shaft which
curved slightly back into his body. Winston's hard cock jutted out from his
body at the same angle as Danny's.
    I think I licked my lips as I stared at the three sexy men who were
smiling sexily at me. I glanced down, my cock was rigid, my foreskin had
peeled back and precum oozed from my cock-slit. Winston turned and went and
fetched a table from by the bed, I hadn't noticed it before, and he placed
it in front of me. It was about 2 foot square and quite tall, Winston held
out his hand.
    "Climb up on the table Timmy."
    I took his hand and eventually stood up straight on the table. My groin
and big bum were now roughly level with their faces.
    "I promised to suck you off didn't I Timmy?"
    "Er ... yes Danny."
    The three of them formed a tight circle around my trembling young
body. At their bidding I put a hand on Roger's and Winston's
shoulders. Danny started to play with my balls and the other two started
fondling my body, Roger seemed to concentrate on my big bum. I gasped as
Danny's mouth engulfed my cock. I lasted a little longer this time, about 3
minutes, and by the time I was ready to shoot my load into Danny's mouth
Roger was running his fingers up and down my sweaty arse-crack and Winston
was playing with my prominent nipples which had stiffened at his touch. As
I groaned loudly when I started another intense orgasm and began to fill
Danny's mouth with my watery boycum, Roger pressed a long, thick finger
hard against my pucker. That was when I realised that they probably wanted
to bum me too, which filled me with a mixture of fear and anticipation! For
the last few months one of the older boys at school had been bragging about
being bummed by his Biker Uncle and his Uncle's three Biker mates every
weekend; and he said it felt really good and made him have massive
cums. Nobody teased him about it though; he was a big, tough boy.
    When I'd finished cumming Danny turned to Winston and they kissed, I
just knew they were swapping my boycum. Roger lifted my limp body off the
table and cupped his hands under my bum. He held me tight against his hairy
body and told me to put my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his
body, which I did, and then we snogged. Roger kissed me harder and more
forcefully than Danny, but I didn't care, I liked the feel of his stubble
rubbing my cheeks. My cock, which had softened a little, stiffened again as
it moved against Roger's hairy body. When Danny and Winston stopped
snogging Roger broke our kiss and stood me on the floor; it was then I
realised that the floor was carpeted in sort of soft rubber tiles. Danny
ruffled my hair.
    "Kneel down Timmy, it's your turn to suck our cocks; and remember to
watch your teeth!"
    My heartbeat quickened as I dropped to my knees; I hoped I'd get to
taste their spunk. The 3 men formed a tight circle around me, Danny in
front, Roger to my left and Winston to my right, their hard cocks were
right in my face. I took hold of Danny's 8 inch cock with my left hand and
pushed his loose foreskin back exposing his flared, light-purple knob. I
licked it a couple of times then took his knob and some cock-shaft into my
mouth and started to suck it. I reached out with my right hand and grasped
Winston's thick 9 inch cock, it felt wonderful. His foreskin peeled back
and I felt his large, mushroom shaped knob, it was sticky with precum. So
as I sucked Danny's cock I slowly wanked and squeezed Winston's cock. Roger
leant over my body and fondled my buttocks while running a long thick
finger up and down my arse-crack. Danny only had to warn me once about my
teeth. They were all praising me and whispering words of
encouragement. After a couple of minutes I could feel Danny's precum start
trickling down my throat. A few minutes later Danny tapped me on my head. I
looked up.
    "That's great Timmy, now suck Roger's cock."
    So I reluctantly let go of Danny's cock and lifted off it and then
turned to face Roger who was now standing up. I grasped his thicker 7 inch
cut cock and dropped my mouth over his red torpedo shaped knob and an inch
or so of his very veiny cock-shaft and as I sucked his cock Roger held my
head and moaned. Roger's cock tasted a bit stronger than Danny's cock. I
didn't let go of Winston's cock and my hand was getting sticky from all the
precum he was leaking. My own cock was hard and I was dripping lots of
precum onto the floor. Several minutes later Danny told me to swap again so
I took hold of the base of Winston's huge black cock and I had to stretch
my mouth really wide to accommodate it. It tasted about the same as
Danny's; I don't know what I'd expected.
    Roger had moved behind me, he knelt down and started fondling and
kissing my buttocks so I took hold of Danny's throbbing cock. They were
still praising me and urging me on; and once again Roger started running
his thick fingers up and down my sweaty arse-crack. After several minutes
of sucking Winston's cock I was told to do another round and this time the
men held my head steady while they pushed their cocks in and out of my
mouth a little, chuckling and making rude comments about the obscene bulges
their cocks made when they pushed them against my cheeks. When I lifted off
Winston's cock for the second time Danny put his hand under my chin and
lifted it up.
    "Very well done Timmy, now would you like to taste our spunk?"
    I nodded eagerly, too excited to speak. I was also a little relieved,
my jaw had started to ache; I wasn't used to having my mouth stretched that
wide and for such a long time. My cock was rigid by now and still leaking
precum onto the floor. I'd really enjoyed sucking the men's cocks and now I
was going to taste their spunk.
    "Do you want to eat our spunk too?"
    I nodded once more.
    "Good boy Timmy; grab hold of my legs, tilt your head as far back as
you can, and then open your mouth wide. Start swallowing as soon as we
start shooting our loads; I want you to eat as much as you can."
    They stood in a tight triangle around me with their free arms around
each others' shoulders, they aimed their hard cocks at my gaping mouth and
began to wank themselves off. Danny was the first to cum, quickly followed
by Winston and as the other two were squeezing the last drops of spunk from
their cocks Roger started to shoot his load. Their spunk went into my
mouth, onto my face and neck, and even into my hair. It was a lot thicker
than my boycum, Roger's was the thickest. When Danny's first rope of spunk
hit my tongue I started to swallow immediately as instructed. I loved the
taste of their spunk; it was so much stronger than my watery
boycum. Because it was a mixture I also wondered what their spunk tasted
like individually. They all shot big loads but somehow I managed to swallow
most of it and I got a lot of praise from the three of them. When Roger
finished shooting I was told to stand up and the three of them licked up
their spunk from my face, neck and hair then they frenched me in turn and
fed it to me; I swallowed their spunk mixture eagerly.
    Afterwards Danny picked me up and carried me to the bed, we lay down
together and kissed and cuddled; Roger and Winston left the room. Danny
explained that he'd been in business with his bachelor Uncle who'd died a
couple of years ago and left him everything. He'd got the house which was
also a Private Men Only Club, the business in Germany, which he called an
Art House and other investments. His Uncle had set up the Venture Scout
Troop 96 many years ago and Danny had helped him to run it since he was
14. Danny employed Roger and Winston to help him run the Club and the
Troop; and there was a Troop membership for boys who were on holiday; I
could decide later if I wanted to join. His younger cousin Tommy also ran a
similar Troop (33) in Sutton Coldfield which wasn't very far from where I
lived. Danny promised to telephone Tommy and arrange my membership in his
Troop if I joined the holiday Troop and enjoyed it. I told him if it was
going to be more of what had happened so far today I definitely wanted to
join for the rest of my holidays.
    Then I think we both drifted off to sleep, I know I did, Danny's voice
was so soothing. I was woken up by Danny yawning and stretching beside me,
causing me to do the same. Danny kissed my forehead and tousled my hair
before offering me a bottle of pop to drink. I guzzled it down I was so
thirsty. Danny cuddled me again and groped my cock which was still rigid. I
felt emboldened and groped his cock too, it was quite soft but as I fondled
it I felt it begin to grow. But Danny moved my hand away and stopped
groping my cock; I was so disappointed.
    "Time for more sex in a while Timmy, first I want to talk to you
seriously; so sit up."
    Danny sat up with his back to the wall opened his legs wide and pulled
me up between them so that I was leaning against his chest and could feel
his half-hard cock pressing against the small of my back. Danny impressed
upon me the need for utmost secrecy about what went on here, and promised
me that any time I wanted to stop what was happening and leave the Troop I
only had to say so. And I'd only have to do things I wanted to do I'd never
be forced to do anything I didn't want to do. Next Danny manoeuvred me
around until I was flat on my back and then he shoved a pillow under my
bum. I watched with trepidation as he took a jar of Vaseline from the
shelf, opened it, and placed it on the bed beside us; I just knew that he
was going to put something up my bum. Danny caught my look and whispered
encouragingly.
    "Don't worry Timmy, I'll only use one finger, just try to relax, but if
you don't like it just tell me to stop and I will."
    Danny got into a 69 position and swallowed my cock to the root after
telling me to just suck his balls because he wasn't ready to cum
again. While Danny expertly worked on my cock I alternately sucked on one
of his big balls and then the other. When I felt Danny's greasy finger
tapping on my sweaty pucker I automatically tried to relax, but I stopped
sucking Danny's balls. I knew that I eventually wanted Danny to fuck me so
it had to start somewhere. Danny pushed his finger hard against my pucker
causing me to gasp, but I still tried to relax and I was amazed at how
easily Danny's finger slid into my arsehole, it didn't really hurt at all;
it felt funny, weird, but sort of sexy. Danny wiggled his finger about for
a bit and then pushed it in deeper. Then, when his finger began to tickle
my prostate, in no time at all I felt another orgasm rapidly building and
my body stiffened, my hips bucked and moaning loudly I started to fill
Danny's mouth with my third intense orgasm of the day. Eventually my orgasm
subsided and Danny eased his finger from my arsehole before shuffling us
around and embracing me. Then we snogged and we shared what of my boycum
he'd saved.
    When we broke our embrace Danny lay me back on the bed telling me what
a good boy I was. Then he bent over me and kissed my brow and told me to
take a nap before I freshened up and he ran me home; I was asleep before he
left the room. Danny woke me up and offered me a warm milky drink which I
drank while he told me that I'd slept for a good hour. I'd woken with a
hard-on but by the time I'd finished my drink my cock had softened
somewhat. I put the empty mug on a shelf and Danny scooped me up. I put my
arms around his neck and we kissed tenderly as he carried me to the landing
and through the door on the right which opened onto a long corridor. Danny
opened the second door which led into a bathroom; he lowered me into an
already drawn bath filled with hotish water. As I started to wash he did my
back, I loved to feel his strong hands massaging my neck and shoulders.
    I luxuriated in the bath for 10 minutes or so then I quickly showered
in colder water. Then after Danny had dried me off he led me to the nursery
where I dressed. We went to Danny's car, and after blindfolding me he drove
off. After several minutes Danny told me to remove the blindfold which I
did. Then Danny set out the scenario for the following Monday, it involved
a story to get my Parents to agree to let me go away for 2 weeks. It would
be at the Big house of course, but they wouldn't know that, they'd think it
was at an Adventure Camp. We rehearsed my story a couple of times; then
Danny told me that I needed to rest and build up my boycum for Monday
because I would be having some fun in the van again. He explained to me
that there'd been something in the drink to lower my libido, but that I'd
be okay by Monday and my balls would be full again. Finally he warned me
not to try to masturbate, I agreed. Danny dropped me at the bottom of my
Aunt's street at ten-to-six.
    At my Aunt's I changed into my pyjamas and a dressing gown, my cock
stayed quite soft which, in a way I was quite pleased about, it would help
me to not masturbate. We had our evening meal and I kept yawning while I
told my family that I'd met some nice local boys who were in the local
Scout Group (part of Danny's instructions) and that we'd had a great day
swimming and playing on the beach. I added that I was hoping to see them on
Monday morning and that they'd promised to tell me about an Adventure
Camp. By then I felt so tired that I said my goodnights and went straight
up to bed. I was in bed by eight-thirty and fell fast asleep until my Dad
woke me at nine Sunday morning.
    Luckily for me on Sunday I was fully occupied with a visit to the Isle
of Wight by ferry with my Sister and Parents. Mom and Aunt had packed a
picnic and after a tour of Douglas we hiked onto the Downs to eat it. We
returned early afternoon and me, Mom and my Sister had a couple of hours on
the beach. Dad had gone back to my Aunt's and he picked us up in the car a
couple of hours later to drive us back to my Aunt's for our evening
meal. We played Scrabble for a couple of hours then I went to bed quite
tired. After tossing and turning for a few minutes while remembering the
fun stuff I'd got to do on Saturday I dropped off.
    Monday morning I woke up about eight-thirty, and thankfully my cock was
starting to show some life. I used the bathroom, dressed as I had on
Saturday then had breakfast. My Parents and Sister and Aunt were going
shopping in town, Mom knew I hated traipsing around the shops so,
thankfully, I was allowed to go to the beach to (supposedly) see my new
friends, but I was told to be back by lunchtime. I went to the van as told
to by Danny using the gap in the fence and the van was in the same place. I
tapped on the closed back door using the code Danny had taught me on the
drive home on Saturday and Roger opened it.
    I was a bit disappointed because only Roger was there but I felt a bit
better after we stripped each other off and Roger ate my arsehole out and
tongue-fucked it for several minutes. Then we 69'd and we ate each others'
loads. I came four times to Roger's once, and he finger-fucked my arsehole
with one finger the whole time. Roger's finger was much thicker and a bit
longer than Danny's but it didn't really cause me any pain, I enjoyed it;
especially after my first orgasm because then Roger started tickling my
prostate too. When we'd finished Roger handed me a pamphlet for an
adventure fortnight away with the Venture Scout Troop 96, his name and
contact number were on the pamphlet. I took it from him, and after quickly
dressing, I ran home to show it to my parents and my Aunt telling them my
new friends had given it to me. (Well, not the new friends my parents had
thought I was seeing.)
    My Aunt knew Roger through his Council work; he'd solved some problems
for her in the past and she said what a nice man he was, adding that she'd
heard other local parents say how much their sons enjoyed the Adventure
fortnights; and how they all came back very tired but very happy. They all
thought it was a good idea as I now didn't have the twins to play with. So
my Parents phoned Roger and arranged a meeting on Tuesday with him at the
Council House; I was to go along too.
    On Tuesday I woke up with a raging hard-on and had to wear an old pair
of tight Speedos under my baggiest shorts to cover it up. At the Council
house I waited outside Roger's office while he interviewed my Parents and
answered any of their questions. Danny appeared just after my Parents had
entered Roger's office and he took me into another room and introduced me
to an attractive, slim, young Pakistani lad called Altaf. Both were wearing
suit trousers, white shirts and ties. I sucked Danny and Altaf off and they
sucked me off each eating one of my loads. I came twice in quick succession
I was so horny; we didn't undress we just dropped our shorts and trousers
to the floor, and I wedged my Speedos under my balls. Altaf had a nice 6
inch cut cock which was quite thick and his spunk was as thick as
Danny's. Altaf left and Danny told me that Altaf was18 and if I liked him I
could see him again sometime over the next two weeks. Danny also asked me
not to try not to wank off before Wednesday; I told him that I'd try not
to. To help me out Danny sucked me off again while finger-fucking my
arsehole with one finger; I came another big load.
    Danny got me back to Roger's office a couple of minutes before the door
opened and Roger called me in. My parents told me that they'd agreed for me
to go on the Adventure fortnight; I was elated. Roger interrupted to tell
us that I would be fitted out with my uniform and stuff when we got to
Camp; so I'd only need the clothes I was wearing, some clean underwear and
a toothbrush. Dad asked if I'd need any money; Roger smiled and said no;
but if anything did come up the money would come out of the Troop's petty
cash and he'd sort it out with Dad later. Roger showed us out, and on the
way home I couldn't stop talking about how much I was looking forwards to
the Adventure Camp. I rattled on so much so that my Dad eventually told me
to shut up, in a nice way though. The whole family went to the beach for
the afternoon and I tired myself out having swimming races with Mom and Dad
who were both good swimmers. I went to bed with a hard-on, I managed not to
wank, even though I kept imagining sucking cocks and having my cock
sucked. Eventually I dropped off.


End of part one.
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