Date: Sun, 24 May 2009 22:45:49 +0100
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Memories - 2 [revised]

MEMORIES by Ant-Boy@Hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009] Chapter 2

[Quick note. This was almost my first effort at writing this type of
entertainment and even after some revision I still consider it to be very
basic. However, I hope you will enjoy.]

Some of the other boys came back the next day and there was little chance
for Paul and I to have much more than the odd fumble. Even so, I still got
more turned on at night when the others played with my cock, knowing he was
watching and thinking about what he would do to it, and me. During the next
holidays I stayed with my Aunt on the South Coast and she was quite happy
for me to spend all of my time on the beach where I found among the dunes
an easy way to make extra pocket money, I.d never considered in my wildest
dreams that some men would love to watch me remove what little clothing I
wore and then lie around naked, let alone that they would give me presents
if I allowed them to touch me, wank me off or give me a blow job.

 None of it was very serious „though and I was actually looking forward
to returning to school where the games master had said he would try and
arrange something special for the next term. It was quite normal for
arrangements to be made for the boys who had no parents in the country to
be taken out from time to time and when I got back I discovered the master
had arranged it that the prefect, Paul and myself were to make a series of
trips to London to the theatre and then would stay overnight in a flat he
could borrow. I guessed there would be more to it than that, especially
when we had to rush in order to see the matinee of My Fair Lady, then
straight into a taxi over to a house in Wimbledon. The owner, a well
preserved man of nearly sixty welcomed us and showed us up to a couple of
rooms with a shared bathroom.

It was quite obvious that both the master and prefect knew him well, also
that this had all been arranged well in advance as there were silky white
shorts, T shirts, socks and trainers laid out on the bed for Paul and
myself. It was suggested we have a shower and change and be downstairs for
7.o.clock so we could get acquainted before the other guests arrived. We
did as asked and went down both wondering how things would turn out. Paul
had not been here before either „though he told me he.d heard about the
parties. I was given a glass of wine and then another when the guests
started to arrive.

With us there were twelve altogether with a mixed age range, us in our mid
teens, several in mid twenties and a couple more around the owners age. It
was only when the meal was over and I.d had another glass of wine that I
discovered his name was John. We went down to what he called the games room
for coffee, It was in the cellar, had a tiled floor, reduced lighting, a
bar in one corner and I could see, that for some reason, it also had a
drain in the other. There were sofas round the walls and in the centre a
table with the legs cut down to approximately three foot and various straps
attached. I could also make out some chains hanging down from the
ceiling. They put some dance music on and after a cup of coffee Paul and I
started to dance together. It was very warm and soon we had both removed
our T- shirts. I saw Paul go up and ask the master something. He turned to
John and then back to Paul who returned to me.

"Do you feel like putting on a show?" he asked and when I said "I didn.t
mind", he undid his shorts and dropped them, suggesting I did the
same. Most of the others were now in a state of almost undress and I
noticed several of the younger ones just wore leather straps, which I would
have liked to inspect more closely. Paul looked at me and smiling in his
normal way he started to touch me, pinch my tits and pull on my cock. By
this time we had stooped dancing and he told me to kneel down and having
done so promptly stuck his cock in my mouth without any warning. He must
have been worked up as he came almost at once, making me gag and pull
away. It was still running down my face when someone else held my head from
behind and pushed their fingers in my mouth.

As I opened my eyes I saw one of the lads with leather had striped right
down and had a ring round his cock and balls with a strap round his
waist. I didn.t have time to see any more as he pushed his cock in my mouth
and proceeded to fuck my face at the same time as I could hear him kissing
the person holding my head. After a short time he pulled out and wanked
over my face, wiping his cock on me as he did so. Then I was helped up and
half carried over to the table where I was laid down with my waist and
shoulders fastened to the table and my legs pulled up and spread-eagled in
the air. Lying there I lost count of the number of people who put their
fingers up my arse and played with my body.

Whenever anyone started getting too serious they were told to stop, as I
was reserved for Paul later. I could see he had been tied up with his arms
above his head to the ceiling and after being smacked a few times on the
bottom he got fucked at least twice, possibly three times.  He was groaning
and yelling but told them not to stop. Someone got down and started to lick
my balls then I felt his tongue round my arse then start to push inside. I
was so worked up if I.d not been tied down I would have arched off the
table. I couldn.t hold on any longer and started to cum all over myself, a
great big shower that seemed to cover me and someone held my cock and
directed it so it fell over my face.

This time I couldn.t keep my mouth shut and some went in and I had to
swallow. "I think he.s ready now," I heard a voice say, and Paul was let
down and told my arse was his. He.d got hold of a cane somewhere and came
over and started to beat me lightly on the arse, tits and my cock and
balls. I couldn.t explain how it was he knew I.d not object, well not much,
or why my cock started to respond again almost immediately. When he finally
stopped there were no words, he just grabbed hold of the cheeks of my arse
and rammed himself in. I couldn.t help but yell but all he did was smile as
usual and start to pull and pinch my nipples as he wriggled and thrust
deeper inside me.

 Just as I was getting used to it I felt him shoot up inside me and
withdraw almost at once wiping his cock off on my legs. Then he got up onto
the table and knelt down over my stomach. A cushion was put under my head
to raise it and I was given another glass of wine.  Meanwhile the other
leather harnessed lad had come up and after a few fumbles inserted his cock
up my arse. I knew I was going to be sore on the morning but was enjoying
it all too much to even consider asking them to stop. Meanwhile Paul was
slowly moving his body up mine so that in the end he had his cock in my
mouth and then he just knelt there, waiting to for it get hard again.

All this time the other people watching us had been playing with each other
and wanking off and shortly we were both being covered with cum, some of
which Paul rubbed over my face and over his cock before pushing it back in
my mouth. I felt the cock in my arse shoot its load and as it withdrew and
was replaced by yet another knew I would soon have to cum again. I mumbled
something of the sort to Paul and it must have turned him on as he
immediately grew hard and started to fuck my face in time with the cock up
my arse. This time when he came he didn.t withdraw, just rammed it in
further so I had no choice but to swallow.

As he got off I saw that the games master was up my arse this time, holding
on to the edge of the table as he pumped me and being whipped with the cane
at the same time.  It certainly worked for him because it felt as though he
came more than the other two put together. John came up then and put his
mouth over my cock, fondling my balls and I soon came off, having built up,
such a load that one of the straps holding me down broke as I came. During
the next year and a bit a school I was able to visit London several times,
both with the master and Paul and later on my own. When I left school I was
able to go and stay with John whilst attending catering college just
putting on the odd show for his friends when he had a party instead of
paying rent. The „shows. never quite matched up to my first experience
but I suppose that was only to be expected and the „presents. came in
very useful.

The summer holiday before I left school, in my case at seventeen, was the
last time I went abroad to stay with my parents. We had never been very
close and I think that possibly they were quite happy when I told them I
would remain in England after school and go to the catering college. Even
so, that summer opened my eyes a little more and possibly led me further
toward the way I am today even if I was unaware of it at the time. I really
had a lazy time of it, lazing round the pool most of the day, once a week
the two hours trip each way into town to have a look round.

Quite often my parents would go out in the evening to visit other
expatiates and knowing they would be back late, after the servants had
left, I would strip off and wander round the garden with a beer, feeling
raunchy, rolling in the grass or rubbing up against a tree. I would go in
the gardener.s shed, fantasising about him and get a hoe or rake, sticking
the handle up my backside and wishing it was his cock. He was a year or so
younger than me and used to work in a tight pair of khaki shorts and
nothing else, not even shoes. Sometimes if he.d been sweating and the angle
was right I could see an outline bunched up in his shorts that got me so
aroused I would have to drape a towel over my trunks and go inside for a
shower. After a while I would wank myself off with the fingers of my other
hand up my arse.  I was getting my rocks off but still felt unsatisfied.

Then about halfway through the holiday my parents went away for the whole
weekend and knowing I.d only be bored with their friends I remained
behind. The first night they were gone I striped as soon as I was on my
own. I wanted more than a quick jerk off that night.  After my normal
couple of beers I tried a whiskey drowned in lemonade, it being my first
taste of spirits. Then taking a couple more cans of beer went out to the
garden. One of the trees had been cut down in preparation for a new
shrubbery and I stretched myself out on the tree, then turned over on my
stomach and rubbed my body on the trunk of the tree.

Hearing a sound I opened my eyes to see in shook a naked black body in
front of me, it was the garden boy. "We.ve watched you several nights," he
said, "It would be more fun with someone else wouldn.t it?" I told him yes
but asked who „we. was. "Just my brothers," he replied, "They are over
in the trees, I thought I should check out first."  With that he waved at
the trees surrounding our house and another black boy came out of the
darkness towards us. I say a boy because while he was really about my own
age but he looked like a man. Over six foot, jet black and a lovely large
black cock with a bend in it as it stood proud from his body.

 It was obvious they were both raring to go. Following some way behind was
another lad, he had to be the younger brother and until we got going was
very shy. Just as black, about 5 foot eight and also a nice proud cock,
nicely in proportion. I wondered what they usually got up to. The youngster
lay down on the grass and started to play with himself so I got down
between his knees and slowly licked his cock and balls before taking them
into my mouth. I could feel hands round my arse and a voice saying, "we
will have to do better than the hoe tonight".

By now the youngster was getting into things and had hold of my head,
moving it up and down on his cock and had put his legs over my arms to hold
them down. Next a voice, "Let.s see if you can take this!" and a pair of
hands probing between the cheeks of my arse, and finally I could feel a
strong, hot shaft push slowly in and up until I grunted. The youngster came
in my mouth and lay back as I continued to suck on his shaft and the cock
in my arse started to pump in and out, forcing all the air out of me each
time it rammed in. It seemed hardly any time before it was pulled right out
and I was turned roughly over and the garden boy stood there quickly
wanking himself off over me.

Then the older brother lay down on his back and suggested I sat on his
cock, as it might be too large to go in the normal way. I was glad he did
so because as I lowered by body onto it, even „though I.d already been
fucked, I was sure I.d be unable to sit all the way down. As I started to
moan and tried to hold back the garden boy held me from behind and told his
younger brother to pull my cheeks apart and as he did so I suddenly felt
the great big black cock enter me all the way. I felt impaled and in fact
that is just what I was. He didn.t move much, just wriggled about getting
comfortable and slowly pushing a little more up. I told him I would have to
cum soon but he just said, "Who cares," and told one of the others to give
me another beer.

He put his arms up and started to work on my nipples, it was obvious he had
been down this road before, either with his brothers or another man, and
then I found to my surprise another cock being pushed into my mouth. Both
of the others had recovered and were ready to go again. This time it was
the garden boy himself with his younger brother holding my head for
him. With all this going on I just had to cum and found to my surprise that
as I came over the face of the lad underneath me he was pushing even more
cock up my arse. Then he told the others to stand back and keeping hold of
me by my nipples started to fuck as if he meant to come out of my head. At
the time it felt as though he almost did. Even when he came he continued to
fuck for several more minutes before I could feel him relax inside me.

He still didn.t withdraw but stayed where he was, messing around with my
tits until I was surprised to feel him getting hard again and realised he
intended to fuck my arse a second time, and that.s just what he did. When
he had finished he just lay back with me still impaled on him with a smile
on his face that said it all. Then the young boy straddled him and lay down
putting his cock in the older ones mouth and taking my cock in his mouth at
the same time. I certainly didn.t have to worry about if this was what they
usually did. He nibbled at my cock with his teeth and got his hands round
my balls, which he periodically squeezed and pulled.

I could see his little arse pumping up and down as he fucked his brothers
face and looking up could see the garden boy standing behind me having a
wank as he watched the show. All too soon I felt myself cum and could feel
the boy behind do so as he came in my hair. We were all filthy dirty and
jumped in the pool to clean off and then they left and I went, for once,
satisfied though shattered, to bed. The next morning as I lay by the pool,
still exhausted, the garden boy walked by and asked slyly if would be OK to
visit again tonight.  Of course I said yes and after that they came round
nearly every night when my parents were away, which thank goodness was
quite often, until I had to return to England. In their way they taught me
a lot about what I really liked and how much I could take and I.ll always
be grateful to them for that if nothing else.