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Subject: The Kite-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 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 runng. All comments welcome. The Kite 1 There was no wind on that Saturday afternoon, so I sat on the park bench with my kite lying across my lap. The old man who sat down beside me was also a kite enthusiast, but he had no kite. He was in his early fifties, with white hair and a happy, easy-going demeanour. “My kite crashed over there last week,” he said, pointing to a thicket of hawthorn. “It broke in two, so I’m building a new one in my workshop at the moment. It should be ready for its maiden flight next week.” “This one is shop bought,” I said, “but it’s still a good flyer.” “But not today,” he said. “It’s so dishearteng. The weatherman on the radio did forecast wind for today, but clearly he got that wrong.” “Everyone else has gone home,” I said, “so…” “You’re hanging around to keep an old man company,” he interrupted. “Is that it?” “Well.” “Your kite looks pretty good,” he said, runng his hand up and down the kite’s far edge. “I bet it can loop the loop with ease. It feels pretty sturdy.” “Yes,” I said, as the man’s hand disappeared beneath the kite. “It can zig-zag as well.” I was way too polite to challenge the man when his fingers touched my crotch. He carried on talking as if nothing was amiss. I did try to stand up, but his powerful hand kept me firmly in place. “So, before you unbutton your fly, son,” he said. “What’s your name and age? My name is Malcolm. I’m fifty-three years old and ultra-horny.” “Trevor,” I replied. “I’m thirteen years old and want to go home.” “Yes. You just unbutton your shorts and let me play with your willy for a little while. Then you can go home with an extra shilling in your pocket.” “I don’t want you to play with my willy, mister,” I said in a low voice, as a man walking his dog passed by. “It’s rude, so you shouldn’t be doing it.” The man and his dog continued to walk on as I tried to pushed Malcolm’s hand away. Then suddenly, my cock twitched twice, so all became lost on the goody-two-shoes front. Clearly my cock wanted more of this exhilarating attention, so instinctively my legs parted to give Malcolm better access to my naughty bits. “Unbutton your shorts, Trevor,” Malcolm demanded. “Then get your willy out for inspection.” Malcolm held my kite in place as I released my shorts and got my “willy out for inspection”. My four-inch stem was rock-hard by the time I took hold of the kite again. “Nice and stiff, boy,” Malcolm said, as he began to stroke my cock. “Uncut and ultra-stiff. I bet you wank off two or three times a day; am I right?” “Wank off! What’s that?” “It’s what I’m doing now, son,” he replied. “Stroking cock is known as wanking, or wanking off. Men and teenage boys do it all the time, so it’s quite a natural thing to do. And it’s always better when men and boys do it together.” “Yes!” I said, as Malcolm increased his stroke rate. “I play with my cock every ght in bed.” “Good boy. Now you just sit back and let me do all the work. And don’t let go of that kite.” ~ ~ ~ The school holidays were three days old when I met up with Malcolm again. No one was out flying kites that day, because it was a weekday. However, my kite was lying across my lap when Malcolm sat down beside me on the park bench. “No Y-fronts, as instructed?” Malcolm asked. “And your cock is already out, yes?” “Yes, and yes,” I replied, grinng. “It feels funny …. having it out like this, under the kite.” “Let’s hope the wind doesn’t blow the kite away,” Malcolm said. “It’s happened before, and I never saw the boy again after that. He was far too embarrassed to sit on the bench again.” “Right,” I said. “I’ll grip my kite. And you’ll grip my cock.” “Good idea. Now raise the kite up a bit, so that I can see your rock-hard willy.” Bizarrely, during our fourth meeting in the park, and after my dry climax, Malcolm decided that we should take a stroll around the park. I walked with the kite in front of me, etiler escort to shield my cock from any prying eyes. There were only a few people about, but I still felt wicked walking around the park with my cock hanging out. “Hiya, Tom,” Malcolm said, as a man suddenly appeared in front of us. “This is young Trevor, and he’s showing off his tackle to those with a shilling to spare.” I went beetroot red as Malcolm pulled away the kite to give Tom an eyeful of my semi-erect cock. From a distance, it looked like the two men where checking out my kite; but in reality, Tom was wanking me off. And after my climax, we stepped into the bushes to do it all over again. Tom was a tall, muscular man in his early forties. He had red hair, which was cropped, and a Navy tattoo on his right forearm. He also had a real liking for “sexy schoolboys” that played around in the bushes with old perverts like him. Malcolm called his kinky stroll the “Shilling Relay”. Men would stop us on our walk around the park at various points. Each man would appear from out of nowhere and insist on playing with my kite-covered cock. And most times, I would get an extra shilling for stepping into the bushes to suck on the man’s cock. These walks became a regular thing during that six-week holiday. ~ ~ ~ Malcolm’s workshop was large and well lit. “Okay, Trevor,” Tom said. “I want you to take off all your clothes and sit up on that work bench, the long one, by the wall.” I did as I was told, and then waited for further instructions. “He’s got a ce arse,” Tom said to Malcolm. “And he’s so obedient, especially when it comes to cock-sucking his elders and betters.” “Yes,” Malcolm said. “We’ve struck gold with this little fella. The park crew think he’s the best of the bunch.” Tom told me to spread my legs apart and lean back, with my arms well back to support my upper body. The wooden bench was free of timber and tools, so I didn’t hesitate to comply with Tom’s order. I liked being naked in front of the two men, and so did my cock, which was fully erect and ready for action. The workshop was large and spacious, and fitted out with an electric hoist and several wooden benches. However, there were very few hand tools on display, so what did Malcolm actually do in the place? I discovered later that the workshop was used to tease and torment naked members of the park crew. They would be hung up, like sides of beef, from the hoist; or strapped down to the wooded benches. Malcolm and Tom, plus invited guests, would then cane, edge and milk the men in pairs or threesomes. The idea of two naked men ordering me around was a real sexual turn on for me. As I widened my legs a little more, I realised that my arsehole could also be seen, and accessed. This made my cock twitch with unbridled excitement. I so wanted someone to touch my hard-standing cock. Tom leaned forward and touched my left pple. He then ran his hand over my chest and down my left side. My whole body shuddered as he touched my thigh, bypassing my naughty bits altogether. He smiled as he squeezed my leg, just above the knee. The man was clearly teasing me. “Nice ps you have there, Trevor,” Malcolm said, as he leaned forward and tweaked my right pple. “You belong to us now. So, when you’re in here, you get naked and obey your new friends. Understood?” “Yes, sir,” I said. “Now let’s see what we can do with that little stiffy,” Tom said, smiling. Malcolm toyed with his hard-standing cock as Tom took hold of my “little stiffy”. “Sit still, boy,” Tom continued. “Just relax and go with the flow.” I watched apprehensively as Tom eased back my tight foreskin. My whole body shook again as I got more and more turned on by what was happeng to me. I really liked this sex lark, especially now that my dry climaxes were a thing of the past. Tom’s mouth sucked in my shiny cock-head. I groaned with pleasure, and almost shot my load right there and then; luckily, it didn’t take the man too long to lick me into shape. He then straightened up and released my quivering stem. “Fucking hell, Malc!” Tom exclaimed. “His cock tastes so-o-o scrummy, and it gave up a big dollop of precum.” “Yes,” Malcolm said. “I think he’s gonna be a real etimesgut escort goer. Here, give us a taste of his seed.” I watched in amazement as they embraced and kissed each other. Malcolm’s tongue disappear into Tom’s open mouth. And after a couple of minutes, they broke apart and looked real flushed. Malcolm’s cock-slit was oozing precum, which made his purple cock-head glisten and sparkle. Tom’s thick and veiny cock just twitched in anticipation. “Right, let’s try something else,” Tom said. “Swing around, Trev, and get up on your hands and knees, doggy style. And press your forehead against the brick wall and wiggle your arse, just like a dog does with its tail.” The work bench was quite wide, so I had no trouble in assuming the new position. Of course, my arse-cheeks were now in full view and open for inspection. Malcolm put his hands on my arse and told me to stop wiggling. He then parted my arse-cheeks and exposed my anus fully. My cock was still rigid, and twitching away like crazy. I felt warm air on my anus, and shivered with excitement – Malcolm was blowing a stream of warm air at my arse. “Okay, Malc,” Tom said. “Try rimming his virgin hole. Let’s see if he likes it.” “I can then try a finger or two,” Malcolm added. “He’s bound to like that sensation.” “Yes, yes, yes,” I thought to myself, excitedly. “I’m going to have proper man sex!” All fear had left me now, I just wanted to have anal sex. My cock and ball-sac were aching to shed a load, and I thought if I could take Malcolm’s fingers, I could probably take an adult cock. As Malcolm’s tongue began to slide up and down my arse-crack, Tom stood a little to one side and toyed with my pples. He kept playing with them as Malcolm’s tongue licked right down to my hairless ball-sac. I was moang softly and shivering with delight – this new sensation was the tops. Then, something began to poke at my anus; I instinctively tensed. “Relax, boy,” Tom said. “It’s only Malc’s tongue …. And you’re gonna love it up your tight boy-cunt. Plus, it’ll loosen you up for his fingers.” I was confused, what did he call my arsehole; a “boy-cunt”? This dirty talk was really turng me on. I tried to relax as Malcolm’s tongue entered my hole. It felt really good as it darted in and out, causing me to produce more precum. “Are you going to dry-fuck him, Malc?” Tom asked. “Or do you need some Vaseline?” Malcolm lifted his head, leaving me feeling empty. “I think I can get him wet enough with some spit, Tom,” Malcolm said. “He’s a natural, so his hole should be able to handle a cock okay.” Malcolm hawked and I flinched when a gob of his spit landed on my anus. Then, my hips jolted forwards as he rammed a finger into my hole and left it there. There was no pain, just a little discomfort as it passed through my arse-ring. “Are you okay, Trev?” Tom asked. “He’s not hurting you, is he?” “I’m all right, sir,” I replied. “It feels good having a finger up my bum.” “Champion!” Tom exclaimed. “He’ll get your boy-cunt ce and loose, and then he’ll fuck it like billy-o. And when he’s done, I’ll fuck you with my big fat cock.” I couldn’t hide my eagerness, especially when a second finger was added to the first. ~ ~ ~ I had three fingers in my arsehole when Tom decided to alter my position again. “Right! Let’s get you down from there,” Tom said. “I know your arse looks great at this level, but it’s way too high to fuck. So, when Malc pulls out his fingers, hop down and spread your legs apart; and then bend over the bench.” I quickly complied with Tom’s instructions. I so wanted to suck on Malcolm’s hard-standing cock, but clearly I needed to be fucked first. “Righty-oh, sexy,” Malcolm said. “Let’s see if you can take my seven-inch cock up your tight arse!” Malcolm forced his stem into my arsehole. I gasped as he eagerly took my virgity. I gasped again, and then yelled out when his ball-sac slapped against my ball-sac. It hurt like blazes for a minute or two, then I felt only elation. I began to moan and groan with pleasure as I flexed my arse-ring around Malcolm’s throbbing stem. “Fuckin’ hell, Tom,” Malcolm said. “He’s a natural fuck-toy. The boy’s magic; a real good goer.” I couldn’t keep still as my body writhed etlik escort with pleasure; I was on cloud ne and loving every minute of it. “You two look good together,” Tom said. “Two horny fuckers rutting like crazy. Brilliant!” I reached for my cock, which was bouncing up and down in uson with Malcolm’s stroke rate. “Don’t you dare, boy!” Tom snapped. “You never touch your cock without permission. If you must play with something, tweak your pples.” I was desperate, so I reached for my pples and began to play with them as ordered. They quickly stiffened as I squeezed and pinched them; I so enjoyed the extra pleasure it gave me. Suddenly, Malcolm tightened his hold on my hips and yelled out, “Geromo!”. I stopped playing with my pples as the inevitable happened: my whole body stiffened as Malcolm shot his load and I followed suit a few seconds later. The man’s spunk flooded my inner sanctum, while my spunk hit the front of the work bench. My sphincter spasmed around Malcolm’s cock as he gave out a loud groan and pushed forward. I was in ecstasy, my body was awash with all these new sensations as I fished climaxing. I slumped onto the bench, exhausted and covered in sweat. My heart was beating away like a sledgehammer as Malcolm removed his cock from my battered hole. “Okay, Trevor,” Tom said. “Let’s get you ready for round two.” What could I do! I was at their mercy. My cock was still ruling my head. Although Tom’s cock beat Malcolm’s stem by a good inch or so, I wasn’t too worried about taking it on. I had coped well with Malcolm’s length, so I knew my boy-cunt was quite accommodating. But would a longer and thicker cock feel better, I wondered? Tom plunged his eight-inch stem into my accommodating hole. I cried out as it broke through my arse-ring. My itial assessment had been wrong: the man’s cock was clearly a pain lance. However, as his ball-sac hit my ball-sac, I decided to grit my teeth and weather out the storm. “The pain won’t last long,” Malcolm said, as he wiped his flaccid cock with a towel. “You’ll soon get use to taking it up the arse. It comes with lots and lots of practice.” Holding me firmly by the hips, Tom pulled his cock back a good few inches. He then pushed it steadily back in. I moaned with pleasure as his cock rubbed over my prostate. I was now loving it! A few minutes later, a spasm of pure pleasure shot through my weary body. My rigid cock erupted again as Tom squeezed my hips and released his load. A generous coating of spunk now covered the walls of my inner sanctum. “Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!” he shouted, as Malcolm cheered him on. “The boy’s magic. Fucking magic!” “I know,” Malcolm said. “And now he’s full to the brim with our hot spunk.” Tom pulled his limp cock from my battered hole; and as it plopped out, I felt “hot spunk” trickle out of my hole and run down my sweaty arse-crack. I was shattered, but still I wanted more. “How do you feel, Trev?” Tom asked, his voice sounding more kinder than before my climax. “Did you enjoy it? It’s all right to talk normally now. We just like giving orders and bossing our boys around during sex.” “Yes, I’m fine,” I said, smiling. “Boys? What boys?” “Boys like you, Trev,” he replied. “We have two other boys on the go at the moment.” “Yes,” Malcolm added, “we’re normally fucking their naked…” Then, before he could say another word, my stomach cramped up and I cried out in pain. “What’s the matter, Trev?” Tom asked. “Pain! Pain in my tummy!” I said. “I think I need the toilet. Quick!” Tom scooped me up in his powerful arms and rushed me off to a bathroom. He took real good care of me as my body purged the spunk it had been given earlier. I was so embarrassed and scared, but Tom said it was totally normal for a boy who had just lost his back-door virgity. “Now you’re in here,” Tom said, “let’s get you in the bath and cleaned up.” My embarrassment subsided as the pain slowly ebbed away. Malcolm found some ointment in the bathroom cabinet and used it to soothe my sore anus. When he’d fished, Tom handed me my clothes and a ten-shilling note. “How’s that arsehole looking, Malc?” Tom asked. “It’s almost back to normal,” Malcolm replied. “He’ll be bending over again in no time at all; you just watch!” “Right, Trev,” Tom said. “When you’re dressed, leave the way you came in. And remember, what we’ve done here today is a secret between us three. Understood?” “Yes, sir,” I replied. “I won’t tell a soul …. And thanks for the money.” “See you again tomorrow,” Malcolm said. “And build up a ce load of spunk for me and Tom.”

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