Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 20:31:42 +0100
From: Simon Taylor <corcega112@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Simon's Story - The Sixties (M+/b+, anal, oral)

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional
and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males
and boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended
by such material.

Simon's Story - The Sixties

By Simon Taylor

My sexual encounters with men started in 1962, when I was 12 years old. I
was born in Clacton-on-Sea (England) and lived just a stone's throw away
from the local cinema. In those days a good many films were 'A' rated, so I
needed the assistance of a kind adult to get me past the ever watchful eyes
of the manager and his team of ushers.

I would stand outside the cinema and ask people in the queue to buy my
ticket for me.  I soon discovered that middle-aged men were more willing to
buy my ticket than women or couples. One man actually paid for my ticket
with his own money. He then took me in, past the ushers, and found us a
couple of seats at the back of the auditorium.

As we sat down, the man took his jacket off and draped it across my
lap. Then, as the cinema lights dimmed, he put his hand on my left thigh.

The man then unbuttoned my fly, as I sat stock-still and open-mouthed, and
started to play with my little dinkle. He made my dinkle really stiff as he
took hold of my hand and placed it on his hard-standing cock, which was
poking out of his fly and waiting for me to wank it off. I really enjoyed
this game, especially when the man took me off to the toilet to suck my
dinkle. In fact, I played this game in the cinema with quite a lot of men
after that first time.

I joined the Sea Scouts a year later, and that's when I started fooling
around with other boys. Our unit had a small cruiser berthed in Flag Creek,
and one weekend I slept on board with Mr. Shelden and four scouts. Someone
found a bottle of Martini Rosso and a porno magazine in one of the storage
lockers. So, after a couple of swigs of vermouth and a good oggle of the
magazine, I found myself in the nude and fooling around with another naked
scout.

When all of us were naked, Mark, the smallest boy in the group, asked if he
could stick his dick in my arse. Being somewhat tipsy, I readily agreed to
accommodate the little scamp.

Mark's cock was really small and stiff, so it had no problem penetrating my
anus. After he had fucked me, the other boys wanted to try - so each cock
got bigger and bigger as each boy got older and older.

The last two cocks belonged to Ian and Paul, who were both 15 years
old. They really stretched my anus, and they were old enough to produce cum
and shoot it deep into my inner sanctum. I also got to suck off Paul - I
always loved the taste of cum, so I didn't have to be asked twice.

I was the scout that everyone wanted to fuck, and I loved every minute of
my first, but not my last, experience of group sex. What I did not know was
that Mr. Shelden was spying on us through a porthole - he had asked Mark to
leave the curtain open a little.

The next day, Mr. Shelden asked me if I would like to visit his flat after
school, so that I could brush up on my signal flags. I was very keen on
signals, so I readily agreed.

Within the first ten minutes of my visit, Mr. Shelden accidentally spilt a
glass of orange juice over my lap. Of course, he insisted that I take off
my shorts and Y-fronts, so that he could get them washed and dried. The
scout master never offered me anything else to wear, as he pulled me onto
his lap and started to joke with me. He kissed my neck and started to run
his hand up and down my thigh. And as he took hold of my cock, he whispered
in my ear, "I saw you being fucked on the cruiser by the other scouts". I
was so scared, and didn't know what to say. He told me that Mark, the boy
who had fucked me first, was a regular visitor to his flat.

Mr. Shelden was the first adult to take me to bed and fuck me. I had never
been naked with a man before, and his cock was long and pencil-thin. He
started by sucking my cock and ball-sac, and then he had me suck his
hard-standing length. A few minutes later, he rolled me over and rubbed
some Vaseline on his cock and around my arsehole.  Then, I felt his knob
pressing hard against my anus. I tried to relax as the bulbous knob entered
my tight hole.

It hurt a bit, but I could handle it after the weekend's sex-romp on the
boat. He was very kind and gentle, and once his cock was all the way in, he
proceeded to fuck me long and hard.

So that's how I became Mr. Shelden's sex pet. I had regular, after school,
sex with the man for a couple of weeks, and then he invited Mark to join us
in a threesome.

Mr. Perry was then invited to sit in and watch Mr. Shelden undress his two
scouts and have them suck cock. Mark and I were then photographed by
Mr. Perry, who told us to stand before the camera and pose in a variety of
different positions.

Ian, Paul and a Mr. Boyd arrived in the middle of our next photographic
session at the flat. The group sex that followed was truly awesome, with me
being fucked by everyone except Mr. Perry. The camera captured me in all
kinds of lewd positions: I was fucked on the sofa by Mark; on the
living-room floor by Ian and Paul; over the footstool by Mr. Shelden; on
the bed by Mr. Boyd.

Two days after that awesome session, I was met outside the school gates by
Mr. Boyd. He told me to get into his car and pretend that I was his nephew,
if anyone asked.

As we drove out of town, Mr. Boyd told me to unbuckle my belt and ease down
my shorts and Y-fronts. We left the town behind us, travelling mainly along
deserted side roads, and headed to a large wood. I was completely naked by
the time we arrived at the wood.

Mr. Boyd remained fully clothed as he reclined my seat and told me to put
my arms above my head and stretch out my legs. He then slowly wanked me
off, but didn't let me shoot my load for ages.

After my climax, Mr. Boyd ordered me out of the car and told me to get
cleaned up and dressed on his side of the vehicle. I felt so embarrassed,
standing beside the car as Mr. Boyd handed my clothes to me through the
open window.

The next day I was told to walk away from the car and stand by a large oak
tree, and wait until Mr. Boyd brought over my clothes.

This game of dares and humiliations went on for well over a week, and then,
during one of my car seat wanks, Mr. Boyd added a twist - a man suddenly
appeared beside the car, right by the passenger window. I totally lost it
and shouted for Mr. Boyd to start the engine and get going as fast as he
could. Mr. Boyd laughed and told me to, "Lie back and show the man your
stiffy. He's one of us, so give him a good show". I squirmed around in my
seat as the man oggled me through the car window.

I was told to roll down the window the next day, which allowed the man to
get involved in my car seat wank. He tweaked my nipples as Mr. Boyd played
with my hard-standing cock. The two men then worked on my cock and ball-sac
together, before I was told to wank the man off through the open window.

The dares and humiliations became more diverse during the summer break from
school. I was being watched by several men by then, but none of them did
more than wank or suck me off. I would get out of the car, take off my
scout uniform and walked over to the large oak tree. The men would gather
round me as I stood there, slowly wanking - Mr.  Boyd was big and burly, so
no one pushed their luck with him.

The scout uniform came off at the beach as well. The men there were all
nudists, and some of them were having sex in the dunes when we
arrived. They kept asking me to come down to the beach on my own, "C'mon,
Simon. Spend the day with us and we'll gang-bang you in the dunes, and
teach you how to swim in a sea of spunk".

Mr. Boyd only took me to the beach four or five times - some of the nudists
were just as big as he was, so he didn't want to push his luck with
them. Also, he could see that I was becoming increasingly interested in the
idea of a gang-bang in the dunes. He did warn me against visiting the beach
on my own, "Those sharks will rip your arse apart if you turn up without
me. And they won't take no for an answer when the feeding frenzy starts".

With the beach out of bounds, a small caravan site became our next port of
call. Mr.  Boyd set me up in a four-berth caravan and pimped me out to a
select group of old men, who were all retired and had money to spend. They
would invariably arrive wearing only swimming trunks and flip-flops, and
some would have a beach towel draped over their shoulder. I would greet
them at the door, wearing only a pair of white swimming trunks, and invite
them in for tea (a blowjob) or tea and cake (a blowjob and a bum-fuck).

I later discovered that Ian and Paul were also offering tea and cake to men
in another caravan on the site. They were old hands at bending over for the
retirees, so they were in less demand than, "The new boy with the blond
hair and the cute arse".

Meanwhile, back at the flat, Mark and I were about to start a milk round -
we walked into Mr. Shelden's bedroom and found a naked man lying
spread-eagled on the bed. He was tied down with leather straps and rope,
and firmly gagged with a rubber horse-bit gag.

Lying there, with his cock twitching with excitement, the man watched Mark
and I get undressed - we slowly removed our uniforms and, folding each item
separately, placed them on, and under, the chair by the door.

We then clambered onto the bed and started milking the man's cock, ensuring
that he stayed on the very edge of a climax for as long as possible. I
really enjoyed teasing the man with the tip of my tongue: I licked his
nipples, knob and ball-sac as I played with my own cock; and when Mark
began to do the same, I ensured that my cock was on full display, within a
few inches of the man's face, at all times.

I really liked to hear the man's frustrated moans and groans as I ran my
cock over the rubber horse-bit gag, ensuring that it touched his lips on
every pass. The man was now twisting and turning in his bonds, trying to
get at his two tormentors. He was bucking like a bronco as I tweaked his
nipples and Mark stroked his hard-standing cock. Then, with an almighty
roar, he climaxed and released a jet of seed into the air.

I laughed as Mark's face and hair were splattered with spunk. In playful
revenge, the scamp stood up and, wanking himself off, splattered me with
his seed. He then pressed my cock into service, by encouraging it to
decorate the man's face with spunk.

The man was milked on a regular basis after that, as was two more
men. Mr. Perry and Mr. Shelden would punish the men with leather straps and
whips, before rewarding them with a visit from, "The boys with the magic
touch".

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Copyright (c) Simon Taylor, June 2011

- - -

Apologies for the above style of writing. My wordsmith skills are somewhat
limited, so my efforts tend to read like a run-of-the-mill
report. Therefore, the above account, which spans a four-year period, is
devoid of erotic detail and skips over a dozen or so encounters I had with
the woodsmen, the beachcombers and the retirees.

All comments and questions are welcome, including constructive criticism -
needless to say, all flames will be ignored and purged.