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Subject: Andy’s 1962 Adventures-6 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 6 When Derek and I arrived at the flat, Brenden welcomed us in with lots of hugs and kisses. And when we entered the living-room, I was introduced to four naked men and three naked boys. The men were aged between thirty and sixty, the boys were aged between eight and fifteen. I was very popular that afternoon, mainly because I was new to the group. I got to suck long cocks, short cocks and fat cocks. I also got to suck hairy ball-sacs and hairless ball-sacs. I was fucked by a good many cocks that day, and loved every minute of it. Towards the end of the party, I was encouraged to take on Bob-the-Knob, a muscle-bound Scotsman. “Righty-ho,” Brenden said. “Let’s film Andy and Bob being intimate, with Bob fucking the boy doggy style.” I got down on my hands and knees as Bob smiled and stepped forward. I looked over my right shoulder and saw his eight-inch cock heading my way. I gulped as the man dropped to his knees. “Relax, boy,” Brenden said, as he pressed a button on the cine camera. “It’s just another cock.” “Easy for you to say,” I said. Bob grabbed my hips and pushed forward. The cine camera zoomed in on my quaking body as the man’s cock-head touched my damp anus. With nostrils flared, the burly Scotsman took charge of my skinny body. Derek bellowed out a few directional orders, but no one was listening. He clapped his hands together, but still his orders fell on deaf ears. All eyes were now on the David and Goliath sex-romp. “Fuck it!” Derek snapped. “Bob needs help finding the boy’s hole, so someone get down there and help him out.” Owen knelt down and got in on the action. Bob’s hard-standing cock was quickly lined up with my arsehole. “Yes, yes,” Brenden said. “Push his knob in, Owen …. then get out of the way, behind the camera.” I was sweating profusely, and Bob’s grip on my hips was beginning to hurt. However, I kinda liked being fucked by this powerful Scotsman. My battered arsehole was now being humped by the Greco-Roman wrestler, and I knew my audience was mighty jealous. “Keep that arse up, boy,” Owen said. “Go down on your elbows, if you have to, but keep that arse up.” Bob was in full flight, and concentrating on the youngster beneath him. He liked fucking schoolboy arse; and as he did so, my rock-hard cock was bouncing çankaya escort around between my tired legs. The man’s cock was well and truly inside my hole, so we were now locked together in front of an elated audience. “Wow! That feels good,” I said, as Bob flooded my inner sanctum with his seed. “He’s wiped me out. I can’t move.” “Good,” Brenden said. “Just stay where you are, and let Bob pull out slowly.” “Mmmm, I feel all warm inside,” I said. “This doggy-style sex is pretty good.” I stayed stock-still, even when Bob’s cock slipped out of my sore hole. “Keep the camera rolling, Brenden,” Derek said. “This could turn out to be a great ending to the film.” The camera zoomed in and caught Owen fingering my hard-standing cock and ball-sac. His lips and tongue began to lick away at my gaping hole. Brenden and Derek couldn’t believe their luck as the camera captured the entire clean-up scene, which included me sucking on Owen’s cock. ~ ~ ~ Owen was a muscular man in his late fifties, with silver-grey hair and a Don Juan beard. He helped run a circle of boy-lovers, which had just over a dozen members. They met on a monthly basis in Owen’s basement, and most of them were now in the basement watching me get undressed. “So are you ready for another romp, Andy?” Brenden asked, smiling. “Yes,” I replied. “I can’t wait to see Bob-the-Knob again.” “How’s that arsehole of yours holding up, kiddo?” Ken asked. “It’s a lot better now, thanks,” I replied. “That ointment you gave me worked a treat.” I was real keen on getting undressed and showing off my assets to all the naked men around me. They obviously wanted to see me being fucked by the burly Scotsman. “He’s got a lovely dick,” said a man holding a Polaroid camera. I was totally at home with the kinky situation I found myself in. I heard at least three men panting and grunting loudly as they shed their loads early. I guessed that they couldn’t wait to see me being fucked by Bob-the-Knob. As I stood there, posing for my fans, Derek and Owen placed a metal workout bench in front of me. It had clamps and clasps attached, so I was going to be tied down during the sex-romp. I gulped as Brenden handed Owen a large coil of rope. “Climb aboard, kiddo,” Ken said. “Owen wants to tie you up real tight. He was a Boy Scout when he was young, so he knows all the right knots to use on a sexy bum-boy.” I looked at the workout bench and gulped again. It did have padding on it, so it felt quite comfortable when I assumed the face down position. My ankles and wrists were quickly tied to four metal clasps. Owen then secured my back to the bench with loops of rope. My upper thighs were then tied to the bench, to allow my cock and çankırı escort ball-sac to hang free. “Order! Order!” Owen boomed. “This is Randy Andy. He’s here to entertain you lot today. So give it up for our new bum-boy.” The audience clapped as Ken and Owen reached for a pair of levers on the bench. I let out a whimper of surprise as my arms were pulled outwards, so that they were horizontal to my body, in a T-shape position. A third lever raised the upper section of the bench slightly, lifting my chest, while the lower section bent underneath, bending me at the waist. My cock was now completely exposed as a fourth lever pulled my legs apart, into an inverted V-shape position. “That’s perfect,” Owen announced. “I so want to fuck that arse!” said a man at the back. “Same here,” Ken said. I heard some catcalls coming from my fans as my arse-cheeks were squeezed and slapped. Suddenly, a large cock appeared in front of me, so I opened my mouth and concentrated on licking it into shape. “Right,” Owen said. “Are we ready for our first round of entertainment?” Yells of joy filled the basement as I began to quiver in anticipation. “Look, his dick is ultra-stiff again!” shouted the Polaroid man. “He just can’t get enough,” Derek shouted. “He’s a dyed-in-the-wool bum-boy.” “Order! Order!” Owen shouted. “Now settle down and be quiet. It’s time to introduce Andy to the Boatswain’s cane.” “Boatswain’s cane!” I said to myself. “No, that ain’t right.” I heard a swishing sound, and then felt the cane strike my arse. “Fucking hell!” I yelled, as the cane left its mark. “One!” shouted my fans. The cane came down again, and again. “Three!” shouted the men. The cane was then handed over to someone else, before it came down on my arse-cheeks three more time. “Six!” shouted the men. “Stop hitting me!” I snapped. “It fuckin’ hurts! …. And untie me, I want to go home now.” “Sorry, Andy,” Brenden said. “But we always cane a new recruit, to show him who’s boss, before we gang-bang him in the den [Owen’s basement]. It’s a tradition. Still, not to worry, we’ll release you and let you go.” “Let’s get you untied and on your way, Andy,” Derek said. “If you’re not willing, then…” “No!” I exclaimed. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m here now, so let’s get on with it.” It was then that I felt something pressing against my anus, and was surprised to feel how cold it was. Someone was lubing me up with a metal applicator. My arse was still red hot from the caning, so the metal applicator felt nice and cool against my burning skin. I began to get excited as the applicator was put to one side. Derek’s cock was the first to enter my inner sanctum, with Brenden standing off to my left, filming each çayyolu escort and every thrust. The Bolex camera zoomed in to captured the action in vivid detail. Derek and I began to grunt and groan in unison as the pleasure overwhelmed us. We were both pleased that the Boatswain’s cane had not come between us. Derek’s thrusts hit my immature prostate; and my erect cock began to jump around with the force of his horny enthusiasm. My mind blanked out the men around me as my body gave itself over to the sex. I groaned loudly as Derek’s cock flooded my inner sanctum with spunk. “That was quick!” Ken announced. “Derek’s getting too old to run point, Owen. You need a new point man. Someone with my good looks and stamina.” Owen laughed as Derek stepped away and handed my arsehole over to Ken. “Oh, that looks so fucking horny,” Ken said. My anus stretched a little more to allow Ken to hump me to a climax. My rectum basked in a mixture of pain and pleasure as it stretched around his rigid stem. I couldn’t help but throw my head back as the man filled my innards with lashings of spunk. It seemed like it would never end, but of course it did. Ken’s cock remained stubbornly inside me, which didn’t go down too well with Ray, the next man up. Eventually, Ken gave way to the peer pressure around him. “That’s why you ain’t no point man, Ken,” Brenden said. “You’re too greedy for schoolboy arse.” “Hear! Hear!” Ray said, as he lanced my schoolboy arse. So, with the log-jam removed, I was humped by Ray, Stan and Victor. I was then released and humped by Brenden and Owen. After the gang-bang, I was teamed up with Bob-the-Knob again. I got into position beside the workout bench and waited for the final cock of the day. My cock was rock-hard as Bob began to rim my battered hole. I peered over my right shoulder and saw his awesome cock, waiting to fuck me. He gripped my hips and pulled me near. Bob’s cock jabbed at my arsehole as the boy-lovers cheered him on. Clearly, my hole was like an open door to him. His huge cock thrust deep into my well-used hole. I felt his stem filling me to the full. He gripped my hips tighter and howled like a wolf, a werewolf. I somehow knew the moment was near, even though I wanted him to keep pounding away at my arsehole forever. I could hear him grunting and groaning, and so wanted to hear him howl again. It was then that the moment arrived. I felt his seed squirting into my inner sanctum. His fuck was far better than all the previous ones. Bob’s effort was a good nine out of ten, even though it didn’t last as long as I wanted. Owen had left the thickest cock to last – he always let the thin cocks go first. I stayed on my hands and knees as the cocktail of spunk dripped out of my arsehole, and ran down the inside of my thighs. “Excellent finale, Andy,” Owen said. “You’ll need to rest that arsehole up for a couple of days, so we don’t want to see you back here until next week. Got that?” I nodded my head as Ken handed me another tube of ointment.

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