Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2015 18:21:06 +0100
From: wankyodickdaily@gmail.com
Subject: Adult Youth Archive; 'Harry's Diary: My Gay Adventures - #1' {Danny Dickinson} [1!3]

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story is about a teenager growing up and other males. If this kind of
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Monday 13th May 2013

It was my first day, a trial actually, labouring for my Uncle at his
building firm. He tooted the horn outside my house at 07:30am. Boy, was I
tired.

"Come on, lazy ass!" He yelled out from his transit van. "You'll need to
move faster than that if we're to get anything done today."

I jumped up into the passenger side and off we went. My Dad waved from the
porch as we drove away.

"So what are we doing today, Uncle Jim?"

"We're in the middle of a loft conversion. We'll be out on the roof today
as the plasterers and electricians will be inside. Not scared of heights
are ya?" He grinned at me.

"No! Don't be daft. I love heights."

"Yeah well just don't go dropping tiles on anybody's head."

"As if," I snapped.

I left school last year, but couldn't decide if I wanted to go to college
or not. I hadn't done a lot since leaving and Dad was positive this would
give me the motivation I needed.

We pulled up at the house, a big townhouse in a Victorian street, and
started to unload the tools and take them through to the back garden. There
was scaffolding up the back wall of the house, rubble and wood scattered
around, a skip filled with old fibre insulation.

"Don't just stand there then," my Uncle ordered.

"What should I do?"

"I'll give you a look at the loft so you can see what we've done so far.
It'll be better next time really because you'll be there from the start."

I followed him up the two ladders, and into the loft through what I assumed
would eventually be the windows. As we climbed up I took the opportunity to
glance over my uncles thick, tanned legs. Both covered in tattoos and not
very hairy. Obviously tanned from working in the sun all the time. Uncle
Jim is a big, brick shithouse of a bloke. About 6ft 3 and very broad.

"So we need to get these windows in before the plasterers turn up, then
they can get on with what they've got to do."

We worked, I mainly fetched and carried, until about 10:30. As the morning
went on, various different men showed up doing a variety of jobs. We
decided to take a break; a cuppa and cigarette.

"Do you smoke?" My uncle asked.

"Sometimes," I said meekly. I didn't want him to tell my Dad.

"Here." He handed me a smoke.

"He ain't old enough for that, Jim!" Said Darren, one of the electricians.

Darren was a tall, lanky guy, about 6ft 2, but very slim. He had a long,
chiseled face with slicked back dark hair and dark eyes. Stubble around his
chin.

"Yeah he is, mate. He's 16." Jim glanced at me.

"Looks about 13," Darren sniggered.

"Oi! I'm 17 in June."

"Yeah, okay, pipsqueak."

The electrician fiddled with some cable and his toolbox while we finished
our brews. The day was starting to get really warm and I now understood why
everyone wore shorts.

"Pipsqueak, do me a favour?" Darren asked.

"It's Harry, actually. What do you want?"

"Nip back up the ladders and go and get my torch for me?"

"Fuck off, you go and get it."

"Come on mate, you're younger than me. Us old guys need to save our
energy," he pleaded.

"Go on, mate," my Uncle Jim urged." You can take a pile of those tiles up
with you.

Reluctantly, but as Jim had asked, I heaped a pile of tiles onto my
shoulder and started up the ladder.

"Here, boys!" Darren shouted.

A few of the other lads working on the house charged into the garden. I
stopped half way up the ladder, curious as to what was going on.

"What? What is it?" I quizzed.

"Go on then," one of the lads said as he pulled his phone out of his
pocket.

Darren came towards the ladder and reached up to my shorts, tugging at the
bottom.

"Oi! What you doing?" I yelled.

I was stuck. I couldn't drop the tiles. Darren reached up with both hands
and pulled my shorts and pants down to my ankles. The lad with the phone
must have been filming.

"Pull them back up you prick! Fucking prick!" I was helpless.

Jim, Darren, and the lads, laughed and cheered as my bare ass was exposed
to them all. Trying carefully to carry on up the ladder with my shorts at
my ankles, I felt something cold between my butt cheeks.

"Drill him!" One lad laughed and chanted.

Darren had taken the cordless drill and was rubbing it on my ass. Another
man appeared on the scaffold above me and took the tiles Sent from my
iPhone

"Come up, mate," he said as he extended his hand.

He helped me up onto the planks as I tried to hide my penis and pull up my
shorts.

"Fucking out of order, you lot. Not on his first day," grumbled the
stranger.

"Andy, look, it's a laugh. We do it to everyone," asserted Darren.

We climbed through one of the windows and into the loft area.

"I'm Andy the roofer. You'll get used to the lot."

"Yeah, cheers."

"And you are?"

"I'm Harry. Jim's my Uncle."

"Yeah," Andy nodded. "Jim said he'd be bringing one of his nephews."

Andy dusted his hands off on his shorts and then shook mine. Jim stomped up
the stairs and into the loft.

"We're only having a laugh, mate, you know that."

"I do. You gotta be careful with the lad on the ladders though. They're not
safe at the best of the times. You wouldn't be laughing if you broke his
neck."

Andy disappeared down the stairs.

"You know we're only joking don't you, angel cheeks?" Uncle Jim smacked my
ass.

"Piss off!"

We carried on working throughout the day. Although I was wound up, I was
loving all the homoerotic attention I was getting from all these big
builder type blokes. It was all a bit of fun.



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Wednesday 15th May 2013

It was day 3 at the loft conversion and I was loving it. I was enjoying
being active and learning new skills. I enjoyed being outside in the sun
and having a laugh and banter with everyone. Even more, I enjoyed the late
afternoon heat where most blokes there would take their t-shirt off and
tuck it into their utility belt. Even more than that, I enjoyed watching my
Uncle's junk wobble about it in his shorts. From what I can tell, it's
bigger than any of the tools on his utility belt. It had me mesmerised, but
I had to remind myself not to get caught staring.  Everyone was so manly
and sexy. They were either toned and tanned or built and hairy. My Uncle,
in particular, was overweight, but his big broad shoulders carried his big
hairy man tits and dark brown nipples well.

After lunch, we headed back up to the loft. The radio was blaring as we
stomped up the stairs.

"Fucking hell, Jase," Jim exclaimed at the top of the stairs.

I popped my head over the banister so I could see what was going on. Well!
Jase, the plasterer, was stark, bollock naked dancing to the radio and
plastering the walls.

"I'm too hot, Jim!" Jase shouted over the radio.

"How long you gonna be?"

"About half an hour, mate."

His dick bobbed up and down as he stepped to the beat on the radio. He was
smooth all over, tanned and toned. He looked younger than the rest. Only a
few years older than me, maybe. All he had on was his trainers. I couldn't
fucking believe it. Actually, after 3 days here, I could. They were all
pretty weird and highly sexual.

"We'll go to the yard and pick up the paint then," Jim declared.

Uncle Jim turned and ushered me down the stairs. I acted as if I hadn't
been peeping. Damn it! I could have stayed and watched him all afternoon.

"Fucking lunatics, eh?" Jim stated as he started the van.

"Yeah. Well weird. It is funny though."

"Yeah? Good. You enjoying you first few days?"

"Yeah, like, having a laugh actually. I thought I'd be bored."

"There is no way you'll get bored with us, Harry. Don't you worry about
that."




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Tuesday 21st May 2013

Day 7 up the loft, it was just me and Uncle Jim today. The last big job
left to do was the painting.

Jim was up a ladder painting the ceiling and I was below concentrating on
cutting in around the skirting boards. Jim had a pair of baggy shorts on
today which I could not take my eyes off of. I'd noticed them when he
picked me up. The way they sat, I could have sworn he had no underwear on.
I slowly moved around the skirting board in such a way that I was directly
under him. Bingo! As I looked up I got more than I bargained for. No
underwear, big, hairy testicles hanging and banging against his huge
thigh. They were like a bears. He nattered away, but I was paying no
attention. I was praying he'd adjust his leg so that his dick would swing
into view.

"Oi."

"Oi!" My Uncle said again.

I snapped out of my daze. "Sorry, what?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," I denied.

"Yes you were." He started down the ladder. "What we're you looking at?"

"Nothing. Just looking at you painting the ceiling," I lied.

"Nah. No you weren't."

Uncle Jim stood in front of me and grabbed his dick.

"Looking at my dick, was ya?"

"No, honestly!" I became flustered and dropped the paint brush. I didn't
know where to look.

"I saw ya, mate. Staring up my shorts."

"I wasn't! Not on purpose."

"Go on!" He growled deeply at me as he lifted up one leg of his shorts.

He lifted the leg of his shorts up and over what can only be described as
his trunk. Great, big, floppy, elephant trunk dick. His shaft was so dark,
his helmet the size of an egg with thick, dark foreskin wrapped over it. He
shook and wobbled it in front of me. Six inches of floppy man dick in my
face.

I pretended I didn't want to see it.

"Don't be gay," I mumbled.

"Go on," he said again. "Get a fucking look at my big cock."

He grabbed my face and turned it towards his crotch. He shook his hips from
side to side and wagged his flaccid member in my face. Again, I pretended I
didn't want to see. Narrowing my eyes, but not fully closing them. He
pushed my head away and pulled his shorts up.

"That's a mans dick, mate. My fucking beast," he laughed.

"You ain't funny," I huffed.

"Yeah, yeah. I saw ya."

Uncle Jim went back up the ladder and carried on painting. I was in a bit
of a state of shock, probably arousal. I picked up my brush and got back to
cutting in.




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Friday 24th May 2013

"Hello, mate. It's Jim. Where are ya?"

I fiddled with the CDs in the glovebox.

"Well I'm here now," Jim shouted down his mobile phone. "30 minutes? Right
I'll wait around here for you then."

Jim hung up.

"Darren said he'll be about half hour so we might as well wait
here. Alright?" Jim asked.

"Yeah. I'm putting some music on though."

I selected a CD and pushed it into the player. Jim played snake on his
phone while I gazed out of the window. We were down at Darren's yard
waiting to drop off some of his tools.  After five minutes, Jim broke the
silence.

"You gay then or what?" He grunted.

"No. Why you asking that?"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, mate."

"So? I'm not gay."

"I've seen you looking, Harry. Staring at those firemen at the petrol
garage."

"It was a woman!" I exclaimed.

"Nah, mate. It was a man. I saw ya."

I ignored him.

"I played with lads when I was your age," Jim shared.

"What? Played with lads?" I was confused. Was he really saying what I
thought he was saying?

"Yeah," he chuckled.

"You mean being gay?"

"Yeah. You know, we used to wank," he paused, "we used to suck each other
off."

Jim's voice became quieter, deeper, and he looked at me more seriously.

"I've fucked a guy in the ass, Harry."

We looked at each other, holding our stare for almost a minute. Uncle Jim
unbuckled his belt and turned the stereo down.

"So you're gay then?" I quizzed.

"Nah, no. Not really," he denied. "I'm married. You know I'm with your
Aunt. I'm just saying it's okay if you are gay. We've all had experiences."

I noticed him part his legs. The fabric of his shorts settled over his
crotch which was looking particularly swollen from where I was sitting.

"So have you ever done anything with your mates, Hal?"

"Dunno. Yeah, maybe." I was playing coy. Of course I had done stuff! But he
didn't know that. If only he knew.

"Go on then, like what?" He probed further.

I glanced down again and noticed his palm stroke up his big, hairy
thigh. Still bulging.

"Like you said. I've sucked it before."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The atmosphere in the van was electric. Tense, even. I could feel my heart
thumping in my chest and my palms were getting sweaty. My own crotch
started stirring.

"Been fucked?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

Jim let out a quiet sigh. "Did you like that?"

The van had two passenger seats in the front, I was sat by the window. Jim
patted the seat next to him, ushering for me to slide over.

"Yeah, it was good," I confirmed as I moved over.

Uncle Jim placed his arm around my shoulder. With his other hand, he pushed
his waistband down over his bulge, exposing his thick pubic hair and that
trunk dick. He dropped his shorts to his knees, his clearly semi-hard
member hung out between his thighs. He grabbed it with his fist and slowly
pulled on his foreskin, revealing a small bit of the helmet. Enough for me
to see a deep, valley looking piss-slit.

He leaned in to my neck. His breath smelled of coffee and smoke, but I
didn't care.

"Suck it, mate," Jim whispered.

I don't think there was much choice. He wrapped his hand around the back of
my head and guided my face down to his crotch. It didn't matter. I wanted
it. He lifted his self slightly, thrusting his dick up to my face. I tried
to grab the bellend in my mouth, but it was too big and heavy, flopping
back into his lap. I grasped his shaft with my hand and admired what I was
about to take in my mouth. A big puddle of pre-jizz had formed in the
valley of his piss slit. This was it. Tongue first, like jumping into a
swimming pool.

I licked the pre-jizz from his slit and then started to circle under his
foreskin with my tongue. When I pulled the skin back, his helmet expanded
from his underneath like a sponge. The taste was musty, unwashed, and
salty. It was delicious.

"Go on, mate. Give it a suck then," he demanded hurriedly.

I didn't resist. I stretched my pink lips as far down his shaft as I could,
which wasn't really that far. It was too big and fat for my not-so-big
mouth. He put both hands on the back of my head and bobbed me up and down
on his dick. I felt a gentle thrust from his hips too, pushing just that
little extra dick into my mouth and towards my throat. I drooled down his
dick as he started to quickly pump my mouth. His hands were firm on my head
and there was no way out now.

"That's it mate," Uncle Jim sighed. "Suck it, yeah."

He stopped thrusting and pushed his dick up to my throat. I tried to pull
back, but his grip was firm.

PUMP. PUMP. PUMP.

I gagged as his helmet swelled and a thick wad of semen spewed down my
throat. Then another wad. Then another. He held me in position as cum
travelled up his big shaft and into my throat. Damn, he must have been
horny.  It didn't take him five minutes to blow.

'TOOT TOOT'

Darren sounded his horn as he drove up from behind us. Jim quickly withdrew
his dick from my face, followed by strings of sperm trailing from his piss
end to my mouth. I sat up straight, swallowed, and wiped my face with my
sleeve.

Darren tapped on the window just as Jim pulled up his shorts.

"Ello Jim, Harry," he nodded.

I smiled and then turned the opposite way. My heart was in my mouth.

"Alright Daz," said Jim with a shortness of breath.

"Sorry I couldn't of got here quicker. Bloody traffic is a nightmare."

"That's alright mate. We've just been chilling," Jim laughed.

Darren gave Jim a wink and then started into his yard.

END

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