Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 17:47:54 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andy Caulden <andycaulden@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Lock-keeper - Part 1 (M+/t, anal, oral)

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

The Lock-keeper - Part 1

By Andy Caulden

The first adult cock I ever saw belonged to a lock-keeper. I was
13 years old and Tom, the lock-keeper, was in his late 40s. We
first met under the Mile End Bridge in the spring of 1962, during
one of my lunchtime walks along the Regents Canal. Tom and I began
to chat about the bargees and the narrow boats, and the horses
that towed the boats along the canal.

After becoming firm friends, Tom began to show me small, dog-eared
magazines from the Netherlands. They all contained black and white
images of naked and semi-naked women and girls, and sometimes
young boys.

Tom and I would stand in the shadows beneath the old Iron Bridge
[Victory Bridge] and wank each other off, while I keenly perused a
'dirty magazine'.

I quickly became addicted to the magazines and their content, so
Tom invited me back to the lock-keeper's house for some 'let's get
naked' fun.

Sucking on Tom's cock was great - it was nice and long when fully
erect, and curved upward like a large banana. Tom really enjoyed
sucking on my four-inch stem. He called it a dinkle, and it would
always be rock-hard, and between his lips, before I was completely
naked.

Tom was very keen on photography, so I spent many a long hour in
front of his camera. He would have me dress up in a variety of
outfits, just so he could photograph me taking them off again. One
day, during the school holidays, I would be dressed in a forest-
green school uniform. The next day would see me in a Boy Scout
uniform. The next session would find me climbing in and out of a
navy blue school uniform. And then, when Frank (Tom's like-minded
friend) decided to drop by, I was being photographed in a burgundy
school uniform. So, there I was, half in and half out of a school
uniform when Frank appeared in the doorway.

My embarrassment was total; and my cheeks were burning bight red
as I stood, rooted to the spot, in front of Frank and the camera.

'Blond and bonny,' said Frank. 'And he's wearing my old school
uniform.'

'Well, just the cap, tie and socks,' laughed Tom.

Some ten minutes later I was back in full uniform and sitting on
Frank's knee. Tom used almost three rolls of film that day. He
captured everything Frank and I did, which, after my ritualized
undressing, included an hour-long sex romp.

Frank and Tom always liked to see me in and out of a school
uniform. However, Bernie and Tinker liked to see me naked at all
times. They were both knobsticks (bargees) with a liking for group
sex, and were the first to pose with me in front of Tom's camera.

Tom never left me alone with the 'old knobs', as he called them.
He said they were likely to kidnap me and take me up north. I
would be kept naked in the coal hold and sucked dry every day.
Tom's over-the-top kidding always gave me a raging hard-on - I
kinda liked the idea of being shanghaied by the two knobsticks. I
often dreamt that they would stop off along the way and introduce
me to their friends, who all looked like the men in Tom's special
homo magazines. I would invariably be gang-banged, or put over a
man's knee and spanked, or, as one magazine depicted, mounted by a
large Dalmatian dog and fucked for hours.

My first four2one session occurred on the day after Tom took
ownership of his new 16mm movie camera. I recall kneeling, in the
nude, before Bernie and Tinker. The two men were also naked and
sitting side by side on the settee. Frank and Tom hovered and
fussed behind the new camera, which stood on a sturdy metal
tripod. They too were stark-bollock-naked and looked totally out
of place as camera crew.

'Suck on each cock in turn, Simon,' said Frank, as he took on the
role of director. 'Don't look up at the camera. Just suck on those
two cocks and wait for further instructions.'

'From Cecil B. DeMille,' mocked Tom, playfully.

'You're more of a Cecil than me,' Frank snapped. 'You...'

'Cut it out, you two,' Tinker interrupted. 'No arguing in the
ranks.'

'Yeah, don't go spoiling the moment with a tiff,' Bernie added.
'Just let the boy do his work in peace. Aah, that's it, Simon.'

It was then that Frank gave up the director's chair and got
involved in the action. He knelt down behind me and began to
finger-fuck my arsehole.

'He's real tight down here,' he said, as he took hold of my hard-
standing cock. 'I bet you two boys had a lot of fun with him last
week.'

I continued to suck cock as Frank prepared my arse for a fuck in
front of the Eumig camera. The image in the viewfinder must have
been truly awesome, for Tom never stopped encouraging us to 'keep
it up... And keep it stiff'.

All four men enjoyed roughing me up during our frenzied sex-romps
- they regarded me as their 'bum-boy slave', so I was expected to
do their bidding at all times, which I kinda liked.

'It might hurt at first, Simon,' said Frank, 'but you can take it.
A big boy like you won't want me to stop halfway through.'

'Yes, it's gonna hurt,' said Bernie. 'Frank's cock is a real
monster when riled.'

'But you'll soon get over it,' put in Tom, quickly.

Bernie's three-finger poke the week before had partly prepared me
for this moment; and now it was going to happen for real, and wow,
with three men and a monster cock!

Frank quickly greased my arsehole with lashings of Vaseline, as
Tinker held my head down on his throbbing cock.

'You look fantastic, boy,' said Tom. 'That ribcage looks so
awesome, and that curved back...'

'And don't forget his hips and scrummy bum-cheeks,' Bernie
interrupted. 'Get a close-up of them before Frank spears him.'

Frank began to rub his cock-head against my anus, as Bernie and
Tinker encouraged him to 'go in deep' and 'fuck him hard'.

Jeez! Bernie's poke hadn't prepared me for Frank's first push. I
felt as though he was splitting me in two.

The man loomed over me as he slowly lanced me with his nine-inch
cock. I began to pant and groan as his cock eased itself in to my
inner sanctum.

I felt wonderfully seedy, and so slutty, as the Eumig captured me
being used and abused by his three friends.

'Now breathe in deep, Simon,' said Tinker, as he rammed his whole
cock down my throat.

I panicked and gagged, and spluttered spittle all over his hard-
standing cock. This seemed to excite him even more.

'Breathe in through your nose, boy,' said Bernie, as he helped his
friend hold my head down.

This time, I managed to accommodate the whole cock without too
much gagging.

'Good boy,' Bernie continued. 'Just keep breathing in through your
nose, while old Tink fucks your throat.'

I now had the hang of it, which allowed the old knobstick to fuck
my throat, properly, for some ten minutes.

Meanwhile, Frank was power fucking my arse with his nine-inch
length.

'I'm almost there, Tom,' he said. 'So get the camera lined up for
the big finish.'

'No worries there,' Tom replied.

Frank's cock pulsed inside me, and then started flooding my inner
sanctum with hot spunk. I felt spurt after spurt leave the man's
ball-sac.

'I'm there now, Tom,' said Tinker, as he thrust forward and
released his load into my mouth.

I began to choke on the man's seed as it shot down my throat.

'Drink it all down, boy,' said Bernie. 'It's full of healthy
vitamins.'

Eventually Frank and Tinker pulled out, which gave Tom the perfect
opportunity to hand Bernie the Eumig and step into the breach. His
cock was a lot smaller than Frank's, so it slipped inside me
easily.

'Grab those hips and fuck him hard, Tom,' said Frank. 'He's the
best fuck I've had all year.'

Tom slapped my arse, grabbed my bony hips and fucked me hard for a
good ten minutes. I was huffing and puffing like an old steam
train by the time he shed his load.

I collapsed and tumbled onto the floor after the fuck-fest, and
lay alongside Frank and Tom. Bernie stopped filming and sat down
beside Tinker.

'Can we show the film to our friends, Simon?' Tom asked.

'Yeah, why not,' I replied, smiling.

'He's such a slut,' said Frank, as he grabbed hold of my cock and
started wanking me off.

'What if our friends want to meet you in person; would you be up
for that?' Bernie asked.

'Yeah, why not,' I replied. 'The more the merrier.'

I know for a fact that the film was seen by scores of men over the
following years; but alas, I was only fucked by a fraction of
them.

It was then that the doorbell rang.

*  *  *

Tom put on his dressing gown and went off to answer the front
door.

'It's probably the gas man,' said Tinker, 'come to read the
meter.'

I began to panic, but Frank squeezed my thigh and smiled at me.

Tom returned to the living-room with two men in tow. One was named
Joe, a man in his early 60s, with grey hair and a pot belly. The
other man was taller and younger than his friend, and Alan was his
name.

'I see exactly what you mean, Tom,' said Joe. 'He's absolutely
adorable; and so-o-o sexy looking.'

Tom told me to get up and greet the two men properly, by shaking
their hands. I stood up, smiled and put out my hand; and as I did
so, Joe pulled me close and kissed me fully on the lips. He then
shook my cock, instead of my hand, and kissed me again.

Meanwhile, Alan stepped up behind me and shoved one of his fingers
up my bum. The two men then sandwiched me between them and groped
me for a good five minutes.

'Right, get your clothes off, you two,' said Tom to Alan and Joe.
'I want to get the rest of this sex romp on film.'

The instant the two men were naked, I dropped to my knees and
began working on their rapidly growing cocks. Joe had a small,
six-inch cock that was circumcised. By contrast, Alan, who had a
truly gorgeous body, had an uncut cock that was some seven inches
long.

Both men had no pubic hair, so I had a real good view of their
wrinkly ball-sacs as I stroked and sucked their fully erect cocks.

My head bobbed up and down as I kept the two men happy with my
lips, tongue and fingers.

'That's it, Simon,' said Tom, playing the director. 'Get those
lips working on Alan's stiffy. He's going to be fucking you next.'

Both Alan and Joe liked their sex rougher than the others. I was
called all the names under the sun as the camera captured the
entire fuck-fest on film. Joe clearly liked pulling my hair and
pinching my nipples, whilst Alan enjoyed making me scream when he
gate-crashed my inner sanctum with his seven-inch erection.

'Shut the fuck up, you little shit,' Joe snapped. 'You should be
begging for more, so beg!'

I looked over at Tom, hoping that he might wade in and put a stop
to the abuse. He just smiled and continued to stroke his now VERY
hard cock.

'Treat him like a slut,' said Frank. 'He loves being used and
abused by men with lusty hard-ons.'

My 13-year-old anus was being rubbed red-raw by Alan's power
fucking, and there was no way of escaping it. My innards felt as
though they were being turned inside out by Alan's seven-inch
cock. I gasped for air and looked up at Joe, helplessly. He just
pushed my head back down and told me to, 'Suck it, boy. Make Uncle
Joey happy.'

'This is fucking great!' said Bernie. 'Simon, the bum-boy, being
topped and tailed by two old pervs.'

'Leave it out, Bernie,' said Alan, between thrusts. 'I'm no old
perv.'

'True, true,' Tom put in. 'Uncle Joey, the kiddies favourite, is
the only old perv we have on film today.'

'Fuck off,' Joe snapped. 'You're only as old as you feel; and I'm
feeling a ripe, young schoolboy at the moment.'

'With a fucking great arse,' Frank added.

Suddenly a burst of adrenalin kicked in and I felt hornier than
ever. I began wiggling my arse to encourage the man behind me. I
then took hold of Joe's ball-sac and encouraged him to increase
his stroke-rate.

The two fuckers went wild with excitement. They both slapped me as
they used and abused my submissive body. Joe twisted my ears
between slaps, while Alan slapped my arse-cheeks and spat on my
back.

A few minutes later I felt that now familiar pulse between my
arse-cheeks. Alan then squeezed my hips, hard, before flooding my
inner sanctum with a deluge of hot seed.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Alan groaned, as he slapped my arse again.
'That boy's hole is fuckin' tight.'

And without warning, he suddenly pulled out to allow Bernie to
step up to the plate. I was then humped by Tinker, while Joe
eventually managed to fill my mouth with a jet of thin, watery
spunk.

I recall collapsing on the floor again, as five loads of spunk
slowly oozed out of my anus.

'Don't let that spunk go to waste, Simon,' said Tom, as he scooped
up a dollop of spent sperm and offered it up to my mouth. 'Lick my
finger dry, boy.'

I did as I was told, and then repeated the action with three or
four more dollops of spunk I fingered myself.

I had taken on six horny perverts and satisfied them all. It was
now almost four o'clock, and near the time I was expecting home.

After a quick visit to the bathroom, I returned to the living-room
to get dressed and say my goodbyes.

'Can we do it again?' I asked Tom.

'Of course, Simon,' he replied, smiling. 'Let's give that arse of
yours a couple of days to recover, and then we'll fuck your brains
out again. Agreed?'

'Yeah, that'll be great.'

'We might have to draft in a few more cocks,' said Frank. 'That
arse of yours can drain a ball-sac dry in seconds. It's so fucking
tight and demanding.'

We all laughed as I did a quick round of goodbye kisses and cock
squeezing before leaving.

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Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, December 2012