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Subject: Andy’s 1962 Adventures-4 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to fty). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. All comments welcome. Gay – Adult-Youth: M+/t+, oral, anal – – – – – Andy’s 1962 Adventures – Part 4 After two more visits to the garage, I decided to give Doug and his hoist-loving friends the elbow. Their rough-sex sessions were far too harsh for my weak constitution, so I asked Harry to find me someone else. “Hello, Andy,” Russell said, as he greeted me on the doorstep. “This is my friend Roy.” “Howdy, Andy,” Roy said, who was standing directly behind me on the pavement. “Your bum looks mighty cute from where I’m standing. It just requires a lot more exposure, but not out here.” Once inside Russell’s house, I was given a glass of lemonade and told to sit on the leather sofa. The two men felt me up and down as I sipped my drink and listened to their dirty talk. When my glass was empty, Russell stood up and took it from me. He then went into another room and returned with a tiny pair of yellow swimming trunks. “Now,” he said, “let’s see what you look like in these little things. They’re ultra-small, but they’re gonna look fantastic on you, Andy.” Roy began to remove my clothes as Russell tackled my shoes and socks. The two men had me naked in no time at all. They really liked squeezing my rock-hard cock. Roy pulled me onto his lap and caressed my body with his powerful hands. His fingers fondled my nipples as Russell played with my cock and hairless ball-sac. “Sweet!” Russell exclaimed, as his hands slowly caressed my rock-hard stem. “Real sweet!” Roy eased me off his lap, stood up and lifted me onto a Long-John coffee table. The two men then helped me put on the yellow swimming trunks, which were way too small for me – the back of the trunks disappeared into my arse-crack, so my arse-cheeks could be seen and fondled by all-comers. It was then that another man stepped into the room, armed with a Zorki-4K camera. “This is Derek, Andy,” Russell said. “He’s a very good friend of mine.” “Greetings, young man,” Derek said. “I hope you don’t mind me taking a few photographs of you in those swimming trunks? You look super sexy in yellow.” “He looks super sexy in nothing at all, Derek,” Roy said, laughing. Derek was a portly man in his early fifties. He worked in town as a professional photographer, and owned his own business. He was very good at getting mousy models to pose for him in the nude. So, it didn’t take him long to capture me on film in all my glory. In fact, it didn’t take him long to get me to pose on the sofa with Roy and Russell. The two naked men were only too happy to join me on the leather sofa, in front of Derek’s camera. Roy took hold of my hard-standing cock and guided it into Russell’s open mouth. The man’s mouth felt great on my rigid stem. A finger then entered my arsehole and made me coo with pleasure. “Great!” Derek exclaimed. “Now let’s see you devour those two tiny balls, Russell. Gobble them up good.” There were hands, lips and tongues everywhere after that first çankaya escort gobble. The two men had me tingling all over, and I had two orgasms in quick succession. I was in seventh heaven, and loving every minute of it. Russell pulled my foreskin back and kissed my sensitive cock-head; and as he did so, I felt something hard and warm press up against my arsehole. Roy’s cock slid back and forth between my arse-cheeks, with the cock-head touching my ball-sac from time to time. “That’s it, Roy,” Derek said. “Let’s see how tight he is down there.” I grimaced as the cock-head entered my arsehole. My head began to swim as the hole’s resistance was tested. Roy didn’t go in very far, but still it hurt. Luckily, Russell’s lips and tongue kept me well and truly wedded to the sex-romp, so I kept my legs apart and let the two men have their way with me. “My customers are going to love this initial photo-set, Andy,” Derek said. “They really like the old and young stuff.” Russell kissed my cock-head again, before he went back to work on my ball-sac. Roy decided to fall back to using his fingers again – my arsehole was “real tight” apparently. Being a “schoolboy tart” was fun. The three men spoilt me rotten. There was talk of sex on the sofa throughout the summer holidays, plus sex parties with Derek’s ‘special’ customers, and lots of photo sessions were also mentioned. I liked the idea of being a tart, and I liked the idea of sucking hard-standing cock. I had a huge smile on my face when Derek asked me to suck cock. I really enjoyed sucking Roy’s cock as the camera’s flash lit up the living-room. His uncut length was just as large as Russell’s uncut cock; and I even got the chance to suck on both of them at once. “He’s real keen, Russell,” Derek said. “And real pretty.” “Yes,” Russell said. “He sure is.” “And he’s got a real sexy bum as well,” Roy added. The three men continued to talk as I was position over the sofa, face down, and made ready for a hard fuck. ~ ~ ~ Within seconds, Roy’s expert hands were roaming all over my naked body, and squeezing my “sexy bum”. “Lummy!” he gasped. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous. I’m gonna really enjoy fuckin’ you into the middle of next week.” “Yes,” Derek said, as the camera’s flash lit up the room again, “that hole needs servicing on a regular basis, and we have the cocks to do it.” “You can say that again, Del,” Russell said. As the men talked, Roy continued to play with my arse-cheeks and anus. He asked me if I liked what he was doing. “Yes!” I said. “It feels really good”. He then eased my arse-cheeks apart and pushed his tongue into my hole. I eagerly pushed back, to get more tongue. I was writhing with joy, and kept saying “don’t stop!” My cock was now rigid and aching, so I began rubbing it against the leather arm of the sofa. “Stop that, Gavin!” snapped Russell. “We don’t want you reaching a climax too soon. You can wank yourself off later.” I moaned as Roy put his cock-head against my anus. I then sighed as I felt it go in. “How does that feel?” he asked, as I gasped my approval. “Good boy, now I’m going to put it all the way in, so relax and go with the flow.” I yelled out as his stem entered my inner sanctum. The Vaseline on his cock helped a lot, but the pain still çankırı escort made me dizzy. “It hurts, Roy,” I said. “Can you ease up a bit?” “Yes, sure,” he replied. “Slow and easy.” Roy began to fuck me real slow. He was going in deep, but it felt so gentle. I have to say that to this day, I have never felt so aroused and excited. He fucked me for a long, long time. And when he climaxed, it felt like the most wonderful feeling in the world. With Roy spent, Derek and Russell took it upon themselves to continue my sex education. I ended up in all sorts of different positions on the sofa. And then Roy came back from the bathroom and fucked me again. ~ ~ ~ I visited Russell’s house two days later. “Keep that arse up, Andy,” Russell said, as the top of my head bumped against the stair riser. “And keep those knees apart.” “Being fucked on the stairs is truly awesome,” I said. “It feels so kinky.” I bumped my head again as Russell lanced my hole with gusto. He was on a roll, and the sight of a naked man fucking a naked boy on the stairs certainly pleased the two men standing in the hallway. I didn’t know they were there, so I froze when they spoke. “He’s a smasher, Russell,” said one of the white-haired men. “A real smasher!” “Yes,” said the other naked man. “And he clearly likes taking it up the arse.” “Greetings,” Russell said, as he gripped my hips to make sure I didn’t move. “This is young Andy, a boy who likes to suck cock. He’s a keen exhibitionist, so I knew he’d want to show you his assets.” “No, Russell!” I snapped. “These men are strangers!” “Harvey and Paul aren’t strangers, Andy,” Russell said. “They’re boy-lovers, like yours truly, with a need to fuck arse.” “Your arse,” said the man squeezing my calf through the wooden banisters. “Harvey and I want to suck your cock and lance your pretty arsehole.” I kinda liked the idea of being fucked by Russell’s friends; however, I still didn’t like the way Russell had set me up. The two white-haired men were in their early sixties. They were both tall and thin, and looked mighty fit for old men. Their uncut cocks were just as long as Russell’s length; and although Harvey was older, he did look a lot like Russell. Apparently, Harvey and Paul were retired teachers, with a keen interest in good-looking schoolboys. Russell was Harvey’s brother, and also a retired teacher. He had been forced to retire early, because of a scandal involving boys and showers. After the fuck on the stairs, I was washed thoroughly in the bath by all three men. I was then taken into the main bedroom and fucked by Harvey and Paul. The two men had a liking for the “sex sandwich” position. This involved me being sandwiched between the two men on the bed. The three of us lay on our sides, with one man fucking my arsehole as the other face-fucked my mouth. I face-fucked the man in front of me, as if we were in a normal 69-position on our sides. Paul took me from behind initially, with Harvey bring up the rear later. As the sex-romp continued, Russell picked up a camera and began taking photographs of me being humped by Harvey and Paul. I lost all track of time as the two men fucked my brains out. Russell used up three rolls of film during that day-long romp. ~ ~ ~ The next day, the three ex-teachers çayyolu escort introduced me to John and Phil, a father and son combo. Phil was a good-looking man in his late thirties. John, his son, was fourteen years old and ultra-horny. Phil had recruited his son at the age of twelve, when he was fucking Robin, his son’s best friend. “Before we all get naked,” Russell said. “Can I take a few photographs of you two boys kissing?” “What! With our clothes on?” John said. “That’s kinky, Teach. You could be arrested for corrupting a couple of minors.” “Stop fooling around, John,” Phil said. “And stop showing off in front of the new boy.” “But, dad,” John said. “I like being photographed in the nude. You and Teach know that.” Russell’s camera captured the two of us in all kinds of passionate embraces. Our poses really helped break the ice, so it didn’t take long before we were all stark-bollock-naked and flaunting our assets. “Good, good,” Russell said. “Now let’s get the three of you on the bed, with Andy in the middle.” It was then that the bedroom door opened and in walked Harvey and Paul, carrying four glasses of white wine. “That’s a sight for sore eyes,” Paul said to Russell. “It reminds me of that threesome you snapped with young Robin. Now that’s a session I won’t forget in a hurry. The boy was so noisy.” “So was I,” John said. “My dad’s dick made us both holler and shout that day.” Clearly the boy was being teased, but he was too miffed to see the wind-up. “Righty-ho,” Russell said. “Let’s get this threesome on film. Phil, you take the lead.” Phil closed up behind me and shoved a finger into my arsehole. The father and son combo then sandwiched me between them and groped me for a good ten minutes. I stroked their fully erect stems and enjoyed every minute of it. “That’s it, Phil,” Harvey said, directing the action. “Get those fingers in deep. You’ll be fucking him in a few minutes time.” Both John and Phil liked their sex rough. I was called all the names under the sun as the camera captured the entire fuck-fest on film. John clearly liked roughing me up, whilst his father enjoyed making me “holler and shout” when he gate-crashed my inner sanctum with his hard-standing cock. “Shut up, boy!” Phil snapped. “You ain’t felt nothing yet!” “Treat him like a slut, dad,” John said. “He needs a good seeing to.” My arsehole was being fucked by an awesome cock, and there was no way I could escape it. My innards felt as though they were being turned inside out by the man’s rock-hard stem. I gasped for air and looked up at Russell, helplessly. “This is fucking great!” Harvey said. “Keep fucking him hard, Phil.” Suddenly, a burst of adrenaline kicked in and I felt hornier than ever. I began squeezing my arse-muscles to encourage Phil to shoot his load. I then squeezed John’s cock and increased my stroke-rate. Both father and son went wild with excitement. They both slapped me hard as they used and abused my submissive body. Then, a few minutes later, I felt that now familiar pulse between my arse-cheeks. Phil squeezed my hips hard, before flooding my inner sanctum with his seed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Phil groaned, as he slapped my arse again. “His hole is so fuckin’ fuckable.” And without warning, he suddenly pulled out to allow his son to finish me off – I recall collapsing in a sweaty heap, with two loads of spunk oozing out of my arsehole. I took on five hard-standing cocks that day, and satisfied them all. It was now four o’clock, so after a quick bath, I dressed and returned to the bedroom to say my goodbyes.