Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2006 21:48:32 +0100
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: Cock'n'Hole Weekender

I'd been to many Rock'n'Roll Weekenders, but this one was different.
Organized by a gay club in London, it was advertised as the first
Cock'n'Hole Weekender for gay/bisexual Teds, Rockers and Rockabillies
and lesbian fans of the 1950s style music.

Instead of being in the usual holiday camp setting, this Weekender was in
a huge London warehouse complex hired out for the weekend. As we
registered on the Friday afternoon, we were each given, not the usual
plastic wristband to admit us to the main hall, but instead a plastic
button to wear. We were asked if we were active, passive or versatile,
and the badges were issued accordingly so everybody knew what everybody
else was into. So the active ones wore a button reading `Cock', the
passive ones buttons reading `Hole' and the versatile ones buttons
reading `Cock'n'Hole'. You could purchase additional buttons for
specialties; such as yellow ones for watersports, red for ff, etc. I wore
a versatile `Cock'n'Hole' button and a yellow one.

We were assigned not chalets, but a makeshift cubicles, each with a
double bed, two lockers etc. It was very basic. But also very raunchy.
The lesbians were in a separate part of the building, so all the guyz
were together, and as soon as I entered my cubicle I saw that there were
big glory-holes in the walls leading to the next cubicles. But I hadn't
been in the cubicle 5 minutes when a young Rockabilly guy came in, he was
so cute I wanted to throw him on the bed right away and ram my Teddy-boy
cock right up his cute little bum!

He walked in, given me the reverse rock'n'roll handshake we all give
each other to show how `macho' we all are, and that we are into the
real rock'n'roll music. (Thumbs entwined at the top of the handshake.)
`Hi, I'm Randy!' he said.

`I bet you are!' I couldn't help answering, `And after seeing you, so
am I! Very randy! But they call me Boppin' Bob, mate! Glad to meet ya!'

Well Randy was about 18, cute and blond and I was 42 with graying hair
and a beer paunch. I didn't know if I stood a chance with him, but he
winked at me and then gave me a private striptease as he slowly and
seductively peeled off his tight 1950s style t-shirt with the Rebel Flag
emblazoned on it and the legend `The South's Gonna Rise Again!. He
flashed a budding six-pack and a nice pair of pecs, all enhanced by a
gold chain with a cross on it. He rubbed his hands across his gorgeous
smooth, tanned body, and then down to his crotch and moaned, running his
tongue across his lower lip as he gazed at me lustfully thru half-closed
eyes. Boy, he was rampant and begging for it!

He disappeared down the hall to the makeshift communal shower room, and I
followed him. Loads of guys were in the showers, but not much was
happening. I showered next to Randy, and we chatted about the program for
the weekender, then we went back to our cubicle. Randy sprayed himself
all over with some body spray which made my head reel.

`My god, what's that stuff you're spraying on, Randy?' I asked.

He showed me the can. `Teenage Lust'. `It drives older guyz wild when
we teenagers wear this,' he said, `I can see it's having an effect on
you!'

`Darn right it is, and you wonder why kids like you get raped. You're
just pure sex on legs, Randy! You're fuckin' askin' for it, mate!' I
replied.

`I know, and I'll darn well get it,' he said. `If I'm not
gang-banged by at least 50 Teds, Rockers and Rockabillies tonite, I'll
eat my t-shirt.' With that he selected a stunning three-tone dark/light
brown and white short-sleeved rockabilly shirt, which showed off his
gorgeous neck and tattooed biceps. He smelt so fucking delicious I move
nearer to him, and bent over and gave him a big love-bite on the neck.
God, he tasted as good as he smelt, and I couldn't wait to give him a
good seeing to.

`Yeah, I'm drivin' you crazy ain't I?' he laughed, `Hang on, old
timer. You'll get your chance tonite, after I've had my fun. The
difference is they'll get 10 minutes of me, you'll have me all fuckin'
nite for three nites if you're lucky. Think about me at the gig,
this'll remind you what you're getting later.'

With that he sprayed a load of his `Teenage Lust' on to a pair of his
skimpy briefs and threw them to me. As soon as I touched them I could
feel they were stiff with his spunk.

`Go on, have a good sniff. You can lick `em too, in fact you can keep
`em. I've been spunkin' in `em for the past two weeks!' he said.
`As he pulled on his trousers and his two-tone shoes, I held the
cum-stiff jock-strap up to my nose and got a horny mixture of spunk aroma
and the overpowering smell of `Teenage Lust'. I gingerly put out my
tongue and licked at some of the thick encrusted spunky coating inside,
and he saw me in the mirror and laughed.

`Enjoy, mate! I'll save some of the fresh stuff for you later' and he
left the room.

I was still sniffing and licking his underwear, when I saw a movement at
the other side of the glory-hole on the far wall. I went over, bent down
and saw a young Teddy-boy aged no more than about 20 looking thru at me.
He was licking his lips, so without further ado I unzipped my fly and
shoved my 9" monster thru the hole and immediately felt his young, wet
lips and mouth eagerly close over it, hungry for my load. He was sucking
greedily as though lust-crazed for a big feed of milk from my cock. I was
still sniffing and licking Randy's jock-strap, and with this cute Ted
giving me an A1 blow-job I couldn't hold out any longer.

`Watch out, mate, you're gonna get a mouthful of my spunk!' I shouted
thru the wall, as I fed this baby Ted his daddy's cream. He gulped it
all down as I filled his mouth again and again. Phew, what a fantastic
orgasm!

I was still randy, so I put my finger thru the hole inviting the young
Ted to put his cock thru. A moment later I was on my knees sucking his
young throbbing cock. Seconds later I could hear him moaning with
ecstasy, and his delicious tasting prick swelled up and started spurting
sweet, thick, hot young cream into my mouth. I let it fill my mouth so I
could get the full delicious flavor, then slowly swallowed the lot.

`Did you enjoy that orgasm as much as I did?' he shouted thru the wall.
`Swallow it all down, mate, and I'll give you some more later!'

Later that day, in the main hall, we bopped and jived to the music, both
records and live bands. Most of the bands were ostensibly `straight' so
there was no sex on stage or anything like that. But there was quite a
bit of groping, kissing and cuddling in the audience. I got groped
several times, often by guyz in their 60s or 70s, but once or twice by
some cute younger guyz. The lesbians were also cuddling and kissing, and
they took over the dance floor for the Strollers.

The action was all taking place in the toilets. I went in there several
times and saw everything going on. Rockabillies sucking off Teds, getting
fucked by Rockers and Teds, Teds sucking and fucking each other,
Rockabillies sucking and fucking each other, even guys getting pissed on
and drinking piss. Three Teddy-boys stood over a cute rockabilly kid,
aged about 18 with short cropped blond hair and big blue eyes, and all
three spunked all over his cute innocent looking face. A lot went in his
mouth, and he swallowed it. Still he knelt there with his cum-covered
face looking up expectantly, so one of the Teds said: `'E wants sumfink
ta wash all that spunk dahn wiv. I fink `e's fuckin' firsty'.

`Yes, yes I'm very thirsty!' said the rockabilly kid, and as we all
stood round watching the three Teds all pissed at the same time all over
the kid and into his mouth. He swallowed a lot of it, but his rockabilly
clothes were drenched in piss. It was very erotic to watch, and 6 other
guys then stepped forward and donated their spunk or piss to the young
guy. He drank it all down gratefully. Soon a queue formed to spunk or
piss in his mouth, and the urinals were left redundant.

I went back in the hall and had a bop, and later found Randy and bopped
with him to my favorite record, `Got Love If You Want It'. I couldn't
believe they wrote lyrics like that in the 1950s. `I'm a King Bee baby,
I'm a King Bee baby, buzzin' round your hive, buzzin' round your hive,
I can make honey, let me cum inside, let me cum inside.'  Randy saw me
mouthing the words and said: `You can cum inside me later, baby. Save
your honey till then!'

So many 1950s rock'n'roll had very daring lyrics. `Jailhouse Rock'
had a gay theme, as there were no `mixed' jails in the USA in the
1950s, or now come to that. So the line: `you're the cutest jailbird I
ever did see' is a guy singing to another male inmate. From the same
writers came the hit `Charlie Brown' which includes the words:
`That's him in his knees, I know that's him, gettin' 7 come 11 down
in the boys' gym'. If Charlie Brown was on his knees in the boys' gym
he could only be getting 7 and 11 inch cocks in his mouth. Nothing else
really makes any sense when you think about it. If he was getting a
beating, he'd be bent over, not on his knees on the floor.

The main act for the evening was an American Rock-a-Billy original, and
in his final number he waved a Confederate Flag above his head.

Well, the first evening's on stage entertainment was over, and I was
ready for more sex. I wandered into the toilet, and a big punkabilly with
a pink Mohican haircut and a ring thru his nose beckoned me into a
cubicle. I went in and he locked the door behind us.

`I need a good fuckin' mouf,' he said as he unzipped his torn jeans
and whipped out a huge 10" cock with a ring thru the head. `Get your
lips round this,' he said as I sat on the toilet seat and he rammed it
down my throat nearly choking me. He fucked my mouth till it was sore,
then finally he said: `I'm gonna fuckin' cum, mate! I'm fuckin'
cummin'! Drink punk spunk!'

With that he literally did choke me with gallons of red hot spunk
spurting out of his huge cock into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged
and choked, but managed to swallow most of it, though a load overflowed
my mouth and ran down my cheek and onto my Teddy-boy drape.

When he finished he zipped up and said. `You got my spunk all over your
red drape! Looks good, mate! You filthy cock sucking bastard!'

He left the cubicle, and before I could get up a tall, blond Ted aged
about 20 came in and locked the door behind me. `I come from Finland.
You like to drink my sperms?' he said. I nodded, yes. So he unzipped his
fly and I took his sweet tasting circumcised young cock into my mouth and
sucked him off.

`Oh, oh, I cum. Drink my spunks!' he said as he shot his sweet tasting
honey into my mouth. I was loving all this filth, and thought it was
about time I got back to my cubicle and Randy.

When I got there he was in our bed being gang-banged by a load of Teds,
Rockers and Rockabillies. There must have been over 40 of them, all
taking turns. His `Teenage Lust' scent certainly attracted them, that
and his cute blond boyish good looks. I took my turn at the back of the
queue, and by the time I got to him his arse was well lubed up with all
their spunk, since not all of them had used condoms.

I turned him over on his back, and made him put his legs over my
shoulders. That way I could look into his cute blue eyes and baby face as
I fucked him. His pouting pink lips were covered in spunk (as was his
face) as he'd given some of the gang-bangers blow jobs.

`Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me daddy!' he screamed, as I rammed my big cock
up his tight little arse.

`I'm gonna make you cum!' he said. `Bend down and kiss my spunky
lips!' As I bent over and kissed him he spat a load of spunk into my
mouth, and the taste of that cum cocktail and his sexy Teenage Lust smell
made me cum. I shot my load right up his arse.

Then we cuddled up in bed together, with my nose nuzzled against the
teenage blond fuzz of his sexy neck and gold chain. Of course during the
night we got horny again, and I fucked him four times altogether. He
rewarded me three times with mouthfuls of his sweet orgasms as I sucked
him off. His was the most delicious spunk I had ever tasted. I was
certainly Randy for Randy!

This was just the first day, the next two days of the Weekender were just
as raunchy. On the Saturday nite they opened up two Orgy Rooms, one for
the guyz and one for the galz. These opened at 2 a.m. and stayed open
till 6 a.m.. It made a refreshing change having, as background music,
1950s style rock'n'roll and rockabilly rather than disco/house crap,
but it was very exhausting servicing all those Teds, Rockers and
rockabillies.

By the Sunday I was all shagged out, but managed to give Randy a last
good fucking. Wonder who I'll be sharing a room with next year? Probably
some Viagra-rampant 75 year old Ted with a big beer belly who is after MY
butt! Well, if he wants it, it'll cost him at least a supply of bitter
at the bar all weekend!