Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2007 14:43:47 +0000
From: Trevor Martindale <attaboy-jo-jo@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Uncouth Youth - Part 1 (M+/t, Oral, Anal)

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


The Uncouth Youth - Part 1

By Trevor Martindale

I first met Craig in March, 1965. We both worked for a
well-known department store in London: in the packing and
returns department at the rear of the building. Mr Potter,
the person in charge of the department, was a hard man to
please. He was ex-army and arrived for work each morning
dressed in a pinstripe suit and bowler hat. He openly
called me an uncouth youth and Craig a shifty malingerer.
The man was a real tyrant, but the work was easy, so we
swallowed on the insults and spent most of our time
discussing soul music and girls.

Craig was thirty-four years old and not bad looking. His
blond hair was close-cropped and he had a neatly trimmed
Clark Gable moustache. He was tall, well-built and had a
personality that far outshone my own -- I was very shy at
the age of sixteen and in need of someone like Craig to
coax me out of my shell.

Craig had spent a lot of time in Scandinavian, and said:
`Swedish girls just loved Englishmen. They'll line up and
drop their knickers for any good-looking stud'. He then
went on to say that he had often slept with two girls at
the same time; and on one occasion he had fucked the mother
of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl, while the girl watched
and waited her turn. Craig certainly knew how to get my
cock twitching with his sex stories -- I was still a virgin
at sixteen and didn't have a girlfriend, so I was mighty
envious of my friend's amorous adventures.

Once a month, usually on a Sunday, Craig would invite me
along to his flat in Islington. We would drink a few beers,
listen to a couple of records and talk about the music
scene in America: Craig's knowledge of blues and soul was
awesome; he invariably knew the names of the session
musicians that had played on a particular track, and the
reason why the producer had picked them.

During one such visit a friend of Craig's stopped by for a
beer and a chat. Leo was in his early twenties, black and
very good-looking. He worked for a small record company as
a gofer; but to supplement his income he bought and sold
stuff that wasn't readily available on the high street.
Pornography was his main stock in trade, especially the
films and magazines that featured the really kinky stuff.
He said most of the material he sold was smuggled in from
the Continent, but some of the more unusual films were
being made in this country.

I was intrigued, so after another beer and a lot of
sycophantic crawling, I managed to persuade Leo to show me
the photographs he had in his `for sale' portfolio. They
were all eight by ten prints of Karen, his new girlfriend.
She was a young blonde who clearly enjoyed sucking cock.
Leo said she was a really good fuck and liked being
photographed having sex with two or more men. He then
showed me another batch of prints from the portfolio. These
featured Karen down on her hands and knees with a big,
black cock in her mouth and another up her cunt -- the girl
looked so-o-o hot.

Craig nudged me in the ribs with his elbow and smiled when
he saw the growing bulge between my legs. He said I should
get my cock out and show it to Leo; if it met with his
approval, he would phone Karen and ask her to come over.
Leo nodded his head and said his girlfriend would love to
suck on my cock, especially if she could do it in front of
a camera. The beer, which Leo had fortified with a little
`jungle juice' from his hip-flask, was making me think
seriously about the idea - but still my inhibitions were
keeping me from getting my cock out in front of the two
men.

Craig suggested I finish off my beer and take another look
at the photographs. He said Karen might want to give him a
blowjob as well, so I would be doing him a real big favour
by standing up and revealing all. Leo laughed and said my
`white boy' cock was probably too small to satisfy his
girlfriend's insatiable appetite. This well-aimed gibe did
the trick. I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my
hard-standing cock; and as I did so, I felt a sudden and
overwhelming urge to have sex with someone - and it didn't
matter who that someone was. All my inhibitions had
suddenly vanished and I was feeling extremely randy.

Craig and Leo were quick to take advantage of my new-found
bravado. They urged me to drink directly from the hip-flask
as they removed all my clothes and began stroking my cock
and squeezing my arse-cheeks. I knew the likes of Mr Potter
would condemn this sort of behaviour and call it unnatural,
but I was far too excited to care. Besides, I liked the
idea of Craig taking hold of my cock and using it to lead
me down the hallway and into his bedroom.

Leo laughed when Craig said I was just what the doctor had
ordered. I didn't take too much notice of the remark at the
time, but I later discovered that Craig was talking about
Paul Bridges: a doctor of psychiatry who enjoyed organising
sex parties for his friends and the friends of his friends.

I sat on the bed and watched Craig stroking his nine-inch
cock. I was amazed by its size and shape, which clearly put
my seven-inch length to shame. The two men were now naked
and sitting on either side of me. Craig said he wanted to
see Karen squeeze my balls and drain my cock completely
dry. Leo tightened his grip around my stem and said he
wanted to see me squeeze Craig's balls and drain his cock
completely dry. I just sat there and smiled.

Craig told me to lie back and turn onto my side. He then
took up a sixty-nine position in front of me and offered me
his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread my arse-
cheeks apart and pushed a finger, which was covered in
Vaseline, into my rectum. I felt the finger slip inside but
I didn't let the sensation distract me from the task at
hand. I eased back my friend's foreskin and ran the tip of
my tongue over his large, bulbous knob. The `jungle juice'
surging through my bloodstream was making me feel really
good. My cock was rock hard and I didn't give a damn about
being `the girl' in this threesome -- I needed to have sex
and that was that.

Craig took hold of my cock and fed it into his mouth. I
shuddered with excitement, opened my mouth and sucked in
several inches of hard cock. Leo slipped a second finger
into my rectum and said something to Craig in West Indian
patois. The Vaseline allowed his fingers to slip in and out
with ease - there was no pain involved, just some mild
discomfort at times.

I gagged several times as I tried to emulate my friend's
cock-sucking technique. He was a real expert; knowing
exactly how to keep a cock teetering on the brink of a
climax. I had no such skills, so I had to make do with raw
enthusiasm. Leo watched my efforts with interest. He said I
was a `rude boy' with a nice looking cock and an arsehole
that needed fucking. It was then that his two fingers were
removed and replaced by a hard-standing cock.

Apart from the colour, Leo's cock was very similar to my
own: it was some seven inches long, uncut and quite chunky.
However, it felt a whole lot bigger than seven inches when
it entered my virgin hole. I winced and tried to pull away,
but I was firmly sandwiched between the two men. In
desperation, I slapped Leo on the thigh as the pain began
to overwhelm me. This didn't seem to bother him none, he
just carried on pinching my nipples, biting my neck and
fucking my arse.

`Be still, boy!' he ordered between love bites. `Just relax
and go with the flow. A white boy like you should be
begging for more black cock, not less.'

The pain did ease off a bit as Leo's length made itself at
home. This allowed me to settle down again and start
enjoying myself, which in turn prompted the two men to
redouble their efforts and bring things to a memorable
climax. I was allowed to come first, and boy did I come! My
whole body began to convulse as Craig devoured every drop
of seed I could produce. In fact, he wouldn't let go of my
ball-sac until he had it all.

Leo was next to come. He gave out a mighty roar and
continued to pump away at my arse until my rectum was awash
with sperm. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head
back, forcing me to open my mouth and release my friend's
cock. This allowed Craig to take hold of his erection and
bring things to a spectacular close -- my face was
completely covered in sperm by the time he had shed his
load.

Leo withdrew his cock, slapped me hard across both arse-
cheeks and said he and Craig were going to rub some face
cream [sperm] into my skin. I just smiled and let them get
on with it - the sex had completely drained me, so I was
well and truly out of it by the time they had finished
cleaning me up.

* * *

I was still lying on the bed in the nude when I woke up
some two hours later. My arse and head were both competing
for the `Pain of the Year' award, and Craig was standing
over me with a glass of water in one hand and two aspirin
in the other. Embarrassment swept over me as I downed the
pills and sipped the water. Craig said Leo was to blame for
what had happened earlier: `The randy fucker should have
phoned Karen'. I agreed and quickly finished off the water,
knowing full well that Craig and I were just as much to
blame.

Craig sat down on the bed and said I should lie back and
relax. He then took hold of my cock and gave it a little
squeeze. I couldn't believe my luck; this was just what I
wanted him to do.

I never did get to meet Karen that day. I left Craig's flat
the moment I was fully sober. I just couldn't believe what
had happened, and why I had enjoyed it so much. Guilt and
embarrassment swept over me as I walked to the underground
station. I was a shirt-lifter; a queer; a nancy-boy.
Fortunately, I could limit the damage by phoning Mr Potter
the next day and resigning. That way, I would never see
Craig or Leo again.

Monday was my scheduled day off, so I decided to stay in
bed all morning and mull over my decision to resign -- I was
definitely having second thoughts. I didn't relish the idea
of working alongside Craig and pretending nothing had
happened, but why resign! No one at the store would hear
about what we had done, and besides, I was having some
pretty horny dreams about being used and abused by Craig
and his friend.

* * *

My next visit to the flat was on the following Sunday.
Craig invited me in and said that Leo was going to be late.
Therefore, I had a choice: I could listen to some music in
the living-room or join him in the bedroom for a quick warm
up session. My face went bright red. I wanted so much to
have sex with my friend, but I was far too shy to say so.
Craig gave me a knowing look and told me to strip off in
the bathroom, freshen up and join him in the bedroom.

In the bathroom, on a shelf below the mirror, I found a
hand-written note, a yellow coloured pill and a glass of
water. The note explained that the pill would help me
relax: it would melt away my inhibitions and turn me back
into `a randy little cock-sucker'. There would be no more
embarrassment and no more alcoholic hangovers. I picked up
the glass of water and swallowed the pill.

Craig was lying on the bed in the nude when I entered the
bedroom. His long, muscular legs were spread wide apart and
his cock was fully erect. I remember feeling really horny
as I closed the door and made my way over to the object of
my desire. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so I
clambered onto the bed and took hold of my friend's awesome
stem.

Leo entered the room some ten minutes later with Paul, the
shrink. I was too engrossed in what I was doing to let the
doctor's presence faze me in any way; in fact, I kind of
liked the idea of a stranger watching me suck cock - it
felt really wicked.

Leo helped Paul set up his photographic equipment as I
continued to work on my friend's nine-inch cock. Paul, who
was in his mid-thirties, enjoyed taking photographs of men
having sex with teenagers. He had dozens of these sex romps
on film, including the one that featured Karen and the two
black studs. Now he was about to add another new face to
his collection.

With the camera and lights set-up on aluminium tripods, it
only took Leo a few minutes to get naked and involved in
the action. He knelt on the bed behind me, put his hand
between my legs and took hold of my erection. His vice-like
grip was the first indication I had that this session was
going to be just like the last - the man was clearly out to
dominate me. He forced my hard-standing cock back, between
my thighs, and held it there while he covered my arse-
cheeks with painful love bits.

Meanwhile, Craig grabbed hold of my head and forced it down
on his hard-standing stem; holding it there until I gagged.
The camera shutter went into overdrive as I struggled to
deal with the cock in my mouth and the assault on my arse.

Paul congratulated Craig on his find and said that I would
make an excellent sex slave. He then asked Leo what he
thought of Craig's new bum-boy. The man biting my arse
laughed and said, in an upper-class accent that mimicked
the good doctor's, `Yes, I do believe he will make an
excellent sex slave.'

Paul told me to stop sucking cock and lie face down on the
bed, with my legs as far apart as possible. The experience
that followed was truly awesome. I grit my teeth and winced
as Craig straddled my lower back and helped Leo push a
well-oiled dildo into my rectum. My tearful protests
prompted the shrink to call me `a pathetic cry-baby'; and
once again, a well-aimed gibe did the trick - I stopped
complaining immediately and did my best to accommodate the
large, rubber intruder.

Paul was clearly impressed with what his friends were doing
to me in front of the camera. He encouraged them to go in
deep and ream me out, which they did on several occasions.
However, these slow and painful attempts to expand my inner
sanctum with rubber were eventually brought to a halt by
Craig, who decided to remove the dildo and let Leo's cock
have a go.

The weight of Leo's body on top of mine was crushing. He
spread himself out on my back and took an age to get
comfortable. `I'm gonna sweat you, boy,' he whispered in my
ear. `I'm gonna fuck your white boy arse and fill you up
with spunk. And when I'm done, the man with the nine-inch
chopper is gonna take my place.'

Encouraged by Paul, Leo plunged his hard-standing cock into
my hole and fucked me like a man possessed. The camera
captured the whole thing on film, and towards the end, Paul
turned to Craig and said that he now had it all: ebony on
ivory; master on slave; man on boy.

Leo's climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair for the
both of us; and so was Craig's: his cock certainly left a
lasting impression on my burning hole. I really had to
struggle to accommodate his `nine-inch chopper', which made
my eyes water the instant it was pushed into my battered
rectum. The two men took great pleasure in making me squirm
beneath their hot, virile bodies. I remember lying on the
bed with my arms and legs fully outstretched as they took
it in turn to hammer my rump into the mattress.

* * *

Craig had no trouble in persuading me to appear in front of
Paul's camera again the following Sunday. This time, the
sex-romp between the three of us was far less free flowing
and passionate: there was no pill available and Paul was
constantly interrupting the action with tedious requests
for specific poses. For instance, I was happily sucking on
Leo's cock when Paul decided he wanted a few shots of my
arsehole. He asked Craig and Leo to turn me onto my front
and spread my legs apart. I heard the camera shutter open
and close several times as my anus was captured on film in
glorious close-up. I was still being held in this position
when I felt something cold and wet slip in and out of my
rectum. I raised my head quickly and saw, reflected in the
dresser mirror, Paul holding a jar of lubricant in one hand
and an anal speculum (a phallic-shaped surgical device) in
the other.

The speculum was inserted into my rectum a second time and
rotated some ninety degrees. A lever was then released and
two metal wings snapped open against the walls of my inner
sanctum. There was no pain, just some mild discomfort. The
wings continued to press hard against the walls of my
rectum as Paul took several photographs of what he called
my `tunnel of love'.

With the device removed, Craig and Leo released my legs and
turned me over again. They then grabbed my ankles and
raised my legs high into the air. More photographs were
taken of my anus as the two men stood on either side of the
bed and held my legs wide apart - the image of a giant
wishbone being broken in two suddenly flashed through my
mind.

This happened again the following Sunday; but this time,
instead of being released and fucked by Leo and Craig, the
bedroom door suddenly opened and in walked two naked men.

Brian and Roy were both in their late thirties. They were
white, slim and rugged looking, with Roy being the taller
of the two. Paul, the only one in the room with clothes on,
greeted the two newcomers warmly and asked them for their
opinion of Craig's new bum-boy. My face went bright red as
Brian and Roy gave me the once over.

`He'll do,' replied Brian, as he took hold of his cock and
began stroking it.

Roy simply looked at Paul and, with a glint in his eye,
smiled.

`Good!' said Paul. `Now close the door and get stuck in.'

Craig and Leo were pleased to see that I wasn't going to
make a fuss about being offered to Brian and Roy. They had
tightened their grip around my ankles when the two men had
entered the room - fearing that I might over react and try
to spoil the party. But now they were quite happy to
release my legs and watch me take care of Brian's six-inch
length, which was circumcised, and Roy's seven-inch length,
which was uncut.

Paul was never worried about me over reacting to his little
surprise. Being a good judge of character, he knew that I
was a natural-born submissive with a desperate need to
please others. He also knew I was a cock-hungry slut and
totally bewitched by Craig's magnetic personality -- so why
wouldn't I welcome a surprise gang-bang.

The four men took great delight in dominating me for the
remainder of the afternoon. My arse-cheeks were slapped
repeatedly as each man took it in turn to tweak my nipples
and squeeze my balls. Roy, the most dominant of the four,
kept encouraging me to suck cock - if I didn't have a cock
in my mouth he would flick my nipples and verbally abuse me
until I did.

I really enjoyed being the centre of attention that day,
even though I was being dominated by a group of heavy-
handed ruffians. My body was pushed from pillar to post as
each man took it in turn to fuck me: beginning with Roy and
ending with Brian, who fucked me on my back with my arse in
the air and my legs jack-knifed over my head.

After a bath and a respite, which lasted for almost an
hour, I was led back to the bedroom for another session in
front the camera. Craig encouraged his friends to use my
body in any way they wished - he even asked Paul to strip
off and get involved, but Paul declined the offer, saying
it was more important for him to stay behind the camera and
capture the gang-bang on film. He then suggested the men
shave off my pubic hair, saying that I would look a lot
younger on film without it.

`Great idea,' said Roy. `It'll make him look like a twelve-
year-old schoolboy. I would really love to shag a twelve-
year-old schoolboy right now, especially if he looked like
sexy Trevor here.'

`Schoolgirl more like,' scoffed Brian. `Check out that long
blond hair and those baby-blue eyes. He looks more like...'

`You can be a real arsehole sometimes,' interrupted Roy.
`Most boys have long hair nowadays. It's the fashion.'

`That's enough, you two,' snapped Craig. `Trevor doesn't
look like a girl, he's just good-looking. Isn't that right,
Paul?'

`Yes, he's a really good-looking boy. Now stop all the
chatter and shave off his bloody pubes.'

Using a razor and a pair of scissors, Brian and Leo removed
all the hair from around my genitals in no time at all.
Craig ensured that I was scalped with the utmost care,
although the TCP and ice-cold water he used to finish off
the job did put our friendship on hold for several teeth-
clenching seconds.

Paul continued to take photographs of everything that was
happening to me on the bed, including my scalping. He then
set to work capturing the second gang-bang on film. And as
before, the four men took great delight in dominating me: I
was thrown around on the bed like a rag doll, and my body
was pushed and pulled into all kinds of unusual positions.

The photofloods were switched off around six in the
evening. I was totally shattered by then and couldn't get
off the bed - the men had really put me through the ringer.
I could hear them laughing and joking through the open
doorway as I lay in the dark, recovering. My arms and legs
ached; my arse-cheeks were covered in red slap marks; and
my rectum was awash with four lots of sperm - it was a
session I would never forget.

* * *

It was raining when we arrived outside the block of flats
in Clarence Avenue. Leo parked his Rover opposite the main
entrance to Pinewood Court and gathered up the films he was
hoping to sell to Paul. Craig said the shrink had dozens of
films in his collection and was always on the lookout for
more.

Paul took our coats at the front door and led us down the
hallway and into a large living-room. The curtains had been
drawn and an 8mm projector stood on a stand behind the
sofa. In front of the sofa, some twelve feet away, stood a
portable screen on a tripod. Paul said he had just finished
setting up the equipment and couldn't wait to see *all* the
goodies on offer. This announcement prompted Craig to put
his hand on my shoulder and tell me to find the bathroom,
strip off and freshen up.

The good doctor was reeling-up a film on the projector when
I returned to the living-room in the nude. Craig, who was
sitting in the middle of the sofa, beckoned me over and
told me to climb aboard. I felt so wicked sitting on my
friend's lap and stretching out along the entire length of
the sofa, resting my head on one armrest and my feet on the
other.

My cock began to twitch the instant the lights went out and
the film began to roll. On screen, two boys and a middle-
aged man were sitting at a table, playing cards. The boys
were maybe nine or ten years old and the game they were
playing was clearly a variant of strip poker.

Boy number one was a cute little blond. He had doll-like
eyes, a small upturned nose and rosebud lips. His card
playing skills were next to non-existent, so he didn't
smile all that often. However, when he did win a hand, his
impish grin lit up the screen.

Boy number two had a shock of dark hair and a long, thin
face. He wasn't good-looking, but the spectacles he wore
gave him the look of an innocent swot, which, from a boy-
lover's point of view, made him just as attractive as the
cute little blond.

The adult member of the cast was ideally suited to the role
of seducer. His reassuring smile encouraged the two boys,
even when they were losing heavily, to keep on playing. The
man looked like everyone's favourite uncle. He had wiry
brown hair, hazel eyes and a dimpled chin; and his warm,
friendly manner ensured that the boys unbuckled, unbuttoned
and unzipped without complaint.

Within ten minutes the boys were completely naked and
performing a series of cock-sucking forfeits on each other.
The blond was lying flat-out on the table, on his back,
with the swot above him in a sixty-nine position. The man
stood beside the table and encouraged the boys to suck
cock, and as they did so, he gently caressed the swot's
tiny bottom.

Then, as the man began finger-fucking the youngster's
arsehole, Leo stopped the film and rewound it -- Craig
explained to me, in a whisper, that Leo wasn't going to let
Paul see the whole film until he had paid for it.

`Excellent,' said Paul. `I've seen that blond boy before.
He was in that fishing trip film you sold me last month.'

Paul helped Leo set up the next film as Craig pulled back
my foreskin as far as it would go and repeatedly ran the
tip of his right index finger over my shiny, wet knob. He
could see that I was in desperate need of relief, but knew,
as I did, that he wasn't going to satisfy that need until
he was good and ready.

The setting for the next film was a stretch of sandy beach
on a warm, sunny day. On screen, a naked man was
introducing a young boy to the wonders of naturism. The man
was in his late twenties, good-looking and muscular. He had
wavy brown hair, a hairy chest and a long, uncut cock.

The boy, who was maybe seven or eight years old, was
another cute little blond. He had a really tiny, uncut
cock, which stood upright when fully erect. Leo stopped the
film a few seconds after the boy had taken hold of the
man's hard-standing cock.

Paul didn't say a word when the lights came on again. He
just stood by the projector and watched my fully erect cock
being teased and tormented by Craig's fingers.

The third and last film featured a naked teenager being
bound and gagged by two men dressed in black leather. The
teenager, who had no hair around his genitals, was hung
upside-down from the ceiling by his ankles: leather ankle-
straps attached to a metal leg-spreader and chain held him
suspended in mid-air.

He hung there, completely helpless, as one man slapped his
arse-cheeks and the other squeezed his ball sac. The two
men then spun him round and round so that they could both
slap his arse as it passed by.

I was totally mesmerised by this extreme form of sex. I
found the concept of a teenager, like myself, being held
captive in this way very arousing. The leather straps and
rope restraints didn't turn me off at all; in fact, they
actually strengthened my determination to seek out this
form of sex for myself.

Craig wasn't foolish enough to think that he could contain
my excitement for much longer, especially with the images
on the screen getting more extreme by the minute. With time
running out, Paul was invited to get down on his knees and
suck in my hard-standing cock; and as he did so, a jet of
sperm hit the back of his throat.

Paul certainly knew how to prolong the life of a climax. My
whole body shuddered whenever the tip of his tongue visited
the most sensitive parts of my knob. The man had latched
onto my cock like a limpet, and he wasn't going to let go
until he had drained my ball sac completely dry.

My dreams were filled with images of leather-clad men for
weeks after that first visit to Clarence Avenue. The mere
thought of being restrained and trained by such men made
the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I was hooked
on bondage and needed to know more about it. Unfortunately
my search for information produced nothing of any real
value, so I decided to return to the good doctor's flat and
ask him for help.

Paul was only too happy to assist a fellow enthusiast. His
collection of pornography contained all the bondage
information I needed. However, his offer of help did come
with a few strings attached: first, I had to be naked at
all times during my visits; second, I had to obey his every
instruction; third, I had to address him as `Sir'.

I agreed to all three conditions in an instant and made an
arrangement to visit the flat the next evening. As ordered,
I arrived on the stroke of eight and stripped off in the
bathroom. The action-packed film show lasted for almost two
hours, and as before, I lay on the sofa with Paul attached
to my cock like a limpet.

My next visit to the flat included an overnight stay in the
holding cell, which in reality was a converted walk-in
cloakroom. The cell's heavy wooden door had been painted
light grey to match the colour of the concrete walls and
ceiling within; and the only item of furniture in the cell
was a high-back wooden chair, which had been bolted to the
concrete floor and painted black.

Spending the night in the holding cell was an extremely
uncomfortable experience. I sat naked and cold in the
darkness for almost eight hours; and to add insult to
injury, a dozen or so ropes held me securely in place: with
one rope looped round my head several times to form a
rather crude but effective gag.

I was released from my bonds in the morning and sent to the
bathroom to get cleaned up. After breakfast, which
consisted of nothing more than a crust of bread and some
water, I was instructed to go through the boxes I found in
the spare bedroom and sort out the content. If I completed
the task by noon, said Paul, I would be allowed to go home;
if not, I would be doomed to spend another night in the
holding cell.

The six cardboard boxes I found in the spare bedroom were
filled with black and white photographs of naked and semi-
naked boys. Ancient Harry, a good friend of Paul's, had
taken the photographs during his time as a housemaster: he
had spent twenty years teaching ancient history and music
to public schoolboys, and the photographs depicted all the
boys he had been able to seduce from 1947 to 1964.

Every boy in the collection could be seen in and out of
school uniform; and there were dozens of group sessions
featuring boys having sex with Paul and Graham, a man I was
to meet a week later.

Being a good organiser, I decided to empty out each box in
turn and use the number and date stamp on the back of every
print to sort out the sessions in chronological order. The
first photograph from the box labelled `1947-1949' featured
a twelve-year-old boy in a dark blue school uniform.

The boy named `Robert John Chennell (12)' was standing in
front of a large stone fireplace with a glint in his eye
and a mischievous grin on his face. The next photograph
from the box featured Robert sitting in a leather armchair.
The school uniform was nowhere to be seen and the youngster
was stroking his fully erect cock, which was really tiny.

It took quite a time to sort out the thirty or so prints
that made up Robert's first appearance in front of the
housemaster's camera, and it quickly became apparent that I
would miss the noon deadline if I continued to study each
and every photograph in detail. Therefore, I decided to
sacrifice myself for art and spend another night in the
holding cell - I just couldn't resist it.

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Copyright Trevor Martindale, January 2007

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