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A Valuable Lesson
by Isabella

Firstly, I have to apologise to gay men everywhere if I portray you in a bad light, I have no idea about gay men and what they do for real, or should I say in real life, I'm a thirty-two year old mother of three, totally one hundred percent heterosexual. This story was written for Brian, he read a story I had written and posted in ASSTR, where I had imagined myself as a man for the fantasy story Mrs Andrews, this time he has asked me to imagine I'm a thirteen year old boy becoming entangled with an older man and entering the homosexual scene and to add to the difficulty, Brian wanted the story set in nineteen sixty nine.

Quote: As you get older you realise that you can't remember where you left the teapot this morning but the first girl or boy you kissed in pre-school dominate your thoughts, so much so that you just have to do something about those earliest thoughts!

Story Codes: M/b, MM/b, Homosexual, Prostitution, Human Trafficking

My thirteenth birthday was a Friday, how did I know that? I was playing hooky from school, Friday afternoon at school was 'Games', I was playing a totally different kind of game though, As 'Register Monitor' for my class, one of my tasks was to mark the register each day, first thing in the morning and after lunch, on Fridays though, I marked the register by simply marking everyone that was present in the morning as present in the afternoon. I would take the register to the school secretary, then bypassing the changing rooms I would slip out of school, behind the mobile classrooms, over the vandalised tennis courts, jump the brook and catch the bus into town at the stop opposite the Herald of Peace pub, every Friday without fail!

My thirteenth birthday turned out to be different though, the journey from school was no different, the school bag hidden in the Orchestra's instrument store was no different, the walk through town from the bus stop to 'Playland' wasn't different, even playing the Cyclone pinball machine wasn't different, the first difference came after I had been playing on one coin for thirty minutes, I was just a few hundred points away from my personal best score when I realised an old man was standing behind me, 'checking me out!'

I really didn't like it when anyone stood behind me while I played, it really put me off, I lost two balls in quick succession and it was game over, still one thousand points from getting my name on the scoreboard, not that it mattered, my name was already on the score board, the top three highest scores on the machine since it was installed.

"Fucking hell!"

I didn't swear often in front of adults, especially in Playland, I didn't want any complaints to the management about my behaviour, this was the only place in town where they wouldn't call the police if they realised they had a truant in the room.

"I'm sorry Rob, did I put you off?"

"I don't like people standing behind me!"

"That's a pity; I love the view, not many young men in here today to look at!"

I looked around, he and I were the only two in the room, Playland was an amusement arcade in more ways than one, tons of penny and two pence machines, some older pinball games that were four plays for two shillings and the latest, the most difficult and most expensive pinball in town, Cyclone, at two shillings a go it didn't come cheap but it was the only machine to play as far as I was concerned.

The guy dropped a coin on the glass, "Sorry I put you off, I'll pay while you play, all I want to do is watch!"

I dropped the coin in the slot but the game was over in a few seconds, I was worse than a first timer.

"I'm guessing from the scoreboard that you're Rob!"

"Not from the way I'm playing at the moment!"

"No, I saw you last week, when you ran the ball for over an hour and put that impressive fifty million up on the scoreboard, I was over in the snack bar then though, so you didn't know that I was checking you out!"

This guy was very unusual, all the men who came in Playland were gay, they seldom admitted it to the boys who were sucked into the place every day by the flashing lights and gaudy music. I had watched many times as men approached boys while they were playing, struck up a conversation, paid for a few games and then into the snack bar for a Coke and a chat, I seldom saw the Coke finished before the man and the boy went off, usually through the fire exit, across Lee Circle to Tesco's car park, either into a car parked in the darkness of the multi-story car park or to the unlit stairwells. The boys usually returned in twenty to thirty minutes, sad look on their faces and usually a few coins in their hand to spend in Playland.

"My name's Brian, I think I went to school with your father, you look exactly like he did when we were at school, his name was Robert too!"

So the old geezer knew my father, that made it a little different to the usual pick up line that I had rejected over a hundred times before.

"If I'm putting you off that much we could have a Coke in the snack bar, just a little chat, then I'll spot you a few games and leave you alone if that's what you want!"

What did I have to lose?

I sat in the seat facing the door, Brian came to the table with two Cokes and two Twix bars, a seat was pulled from the opposite side of the table to me and placed side on to me. Brian gave me one of the Cokes and Twix bars, then he unwrapped his Twix and started playing with it in his mouth, sucking it in and pulling it back out again.

"Mmmm, I love sucking the chocolate off first, if you get to know me, you'll soon find out how good I am at sucking things off, and I do hope that you want to get to know me!"

I had never done 'Anything', and I mean, 'Anything' before, I had never taken a Coke from a man in Playland, never even talked to a man in Playland apart from telling them that I wasn't interested, I'd never talked to a girl either, I went to an all boy's school, it was very difficult to meet girls.

There was a buzz as the front door opened, two men walked in off of Humberstone Gate, Brian and I both checked our watches.

"Three-fifteen, the Vultures are gathering!"

I had thought something similar, Three fifteen, the Grammar School boys will be in any moment. Another buzz, we both looked up again, another man, this one had a roll of newspapers stuffed under his arm, Brian nodded a distant greeting to the first two men, it was like a club, the men who haunted Playland all knew each other, they all knew what each of them preferred, what age and type of boy they each looked fore, Brian's smile turned into a frown though as he looked at the third man.

"I know I said I'd pay for a few games for you if you had a Coke with me but I have to go unfortunately..."

Brian nodded toward the third man.

"And, you'll go too if you have any sense, I have a white Rover in Tesco's car park, if you want to come back to my place, you pop out the fire exit, wait for me inside Tesco's entrance, not on the pavement though, if you're not interested, I suggest you still split while you can!"

Brian slipped out of his seat, he walked silently but quickly, he dodged behind Cyclone while the first two men were looking round to see if anyone was playing machines out of sight, when their gaze returned to me they looked totally surprised and shocked to see me sitting there on my own, it was as if Brian had left the arcade without leaving a ripple, the two sharks were in a feeding frenzy, I had said no so often that I must have been seen as some kind of prize. The two men moved in on me, almost fighting each other to get to me first, I saw the third man watching with interest, standing back, making out that he was playing the Penny Avalanche, standing unnaturally awkwardly, to one side of the machine so that he was square on to the snack bar.

I stepped on the seat and hopped over the barrier dividing the snack bar from the arcade, I said nothing to the two men, just hopped toward the toilet and the fire exit, that exit had an alarm to warn the manager when it had been opened but he had a kill switch that turned it off, the constant buzzing at rush hour would have caused suspicion amongst the few genuine users as the constant stream of men and boys circulated between Playland and the promised land!

I stood in between the two sets of doors leading into Tesco's store, a white Rover pulled into the pick-up area, Brian saw me and leaned over to open the front passenger door, I almost ran across the pavement, there was a certain level of excitement, I had no idea what was going to happen but it was going to be something different.

As soon as Brian sat upright he stopped, a white Ford Escort had pulled up in Lee Circle, just to the left of the fire exit from Playland, nothing so unusual about that, there were hundreds of cars milling about, mothers picking their children up from the back of the grammar school, this car was different, four large men sat in the car, all had white shirts and black ties on.

"Reach into the glove box and fish out my notebook please!"

I found the hardback notebook and passed it to him, he was looking around, scanning everything in sight.

"How long has that white Transit van been parked outside the Grammar School?"

"Just pulled in as you did, why?"

"Look on the roof of the van and the Escort!"

Each had a triangle of three aerials, not car aerials, thin, wire rods, on the roofs of each vehicle, each rod had two black blocks, dividing the rods into unequal thirds.

"Can you read out the registration of the van?"

"DRY 421 F!"

Brian ran his finger down a list of registrations written in his book, he pointed to the page for me to read.

"The van is from Braunstone Police Station, it's a film surveillance vehicle, they usually use it for football crowds and demonstrations, "the car is from Asfordby Street Police Station. Looks like something is about to happen!"

Brian reached behind my seat and picked up a camera off the floor, it was no 'Box Brownie' and that was for sure, an almost professional camera, interchangeable lenses and everything. Brian snapped a few close-up shots of the men sitting in the car; suddenly the fire exit burst open at the back of Playland, four Grammar School boys ran out followed by the three men.

At that precise moment two marked Police cars screamed around the corner from St James Street, they both cut in front of the escort, the lead car, jumping the pavement and touching its front nearside wing against the wall of the back of Playland, the four plain-clothed policemen jumped out of the Escort and between them and the two uniformed officers now coming through Playland's fire exit, they had the four boys and three men surrounded.

"I'll bet they put the guy with the rolled up newspaper in the unmarked Escort, the guy's that we both know are regulars, what we both know as 'Players!' They'll be stuck in the two marked cars; there will be a bus round here someplace or an Ambulance to take the kids to hospital!"

As soon as Brian had finished speaking the bus pulled up, blocking Lee Circle completely, the bus had two uniformed WPC's in the back and the distribution of people was exactly as Brian had suggested it would be.

In less than two minutes the whole thing was over, the two marked police cars led the way, they passed the back of the grammar school and turned into Lower Hill Street, I was distracted as they passed, Brian pointed out that one of the plain-clothed officers was carrying the roll of newspapers to the unmarked Ford Transit, he opened the side door and as he did the shadow of the camera mounted against the rear window of the van came into view until the door closed, the bus followed the two marked police cars, the unmarked Ford Escort and finally the camera van.

As soon as the van started to move Brian reversed out of the pick-up zone, he didn't follow the police vehicles, instead he drove the opposite way around Lee Circle, then turned right into Eldon Street, Right again into Wharf Street, the lights on Humberstone Gate were green and as Brian crossed the lights into Rutland Street he was doing fifty miles an hour, that was the fastest I had ever been in the town centre. At the end of Rutland Street there were more traffic lights, they were on red as we approached. Even though the lights were against us there was a uniformed officer holding the two cars that waited back until the motorcade of marked and unmarked vehicles had passed.

We turned right and followed behind the line of police vehicles along Charles Street.

"I'll bet that the two marked cars and the Ford Escort turn left, either at Church Street or into Northampton Square, the bus will go on until the railway station and turn right into Waterloo Street and that the van will carry on along London Road!"

The cars did turn left but not exactly as Brian predicted, the Ford Escort turned left into Church Street, and the marked cars turned into Northampton Square, as we passed the end of Northampton Square I looked left and saw the two marked cars waiting at the gated entrance to Charles Street police station, waiting for the gates to be opened so they could drive in and unload their prisoners behind locked gates.

At Waterloo Street the bus turned right as predicted.

"You know what's up there Rob?"

"A grotty pub, then the New Walk Museum, the Welford Road Recreation Ground, the Rugby Stadium, Granby Halls and the Leicester Royal Infirmary...."

Brian stopped me there.

"Okay! You do know the city, those poor bastards won't be going to the grotty pub or the park, they are on their way to the Infirmary, they have an appointment with a Police Doctor who will shove his finger up their bums to see if they are still virgins!"

I didn't know exactly what the men and boys got up too, the term 'Bummers' were used by kids at school as a derogatory term for gay men, there were other things that I could imagine men and boys doing together but I knew how tight my bottom muscle was, I couldn't imagine a Doctor getting his finger up there, when I was seven years old I had been given Antipyrine suppositories for a Bronchial attack and even though I was close to death there was no way they could get them into me, I had to go on intravenous treatments instead which meant that I had to stop in the Infirmary for a week until the attack had eased.

We followed the van a little further up the London Road.

"They're going to Knighton, almost all the way to Oadby but the technology support unit is way off the road so there won't be anything to see!"

Brian turned left into Prebend Street, right into College Street and left into Seymour Street. At the junction with Sparkenhoe Street he stopped, I got very uncomfortable, sitting in Brian's car, looking directly at the block of flats where I lived with my family, there was little chance of my mother or father seeing me, my dad was working the late shift and whenever he worked late my mother would be out until thirty minutes before he was due home, so I had no fear of my parents seeing me but if one of the neighbours should look out, they might just mention something.

"Well Rob, moment of truth? You can get out now and we can go our separate ways or you can come with me to my flat and we can have a little fun for an hour or so!"

Brian checked his watch.

"I'll bet if you caught the busses perfectly you wouldn't be home from school until five o'clock or even five-fifteen, so we could spend almost ninety minutes having fun if you want too!"

"No one will be in before ten o'clock at the earliest!"

"I thought your parent's worked opposite shifts so there would always be someone at home!"

I just hunched my shoulders and had a pathetic look on my face, Brian got the picture, there was no need to hurry and I was still sitting there, in his car with him, he smiled and shifted into first gear. Right turn into Sparkenhoe Street and third turning on the left into Gopsall Street and then first right into Earl Howe Street where Brian stopped outside the shop. I didn't get out, I assumed he was stopping to get something from the shop; it was a general store and off-licence so I half hoped he was getting some kind of alcohol.

"Were here, my flat is above the off-licence!"

I was a little shocked at how close Brian lived to me, we were less than three hundred yards apart as the crow flies, the shop was built around seventy years earlier and looked like it hadn't seen a paint brush or repair man since, the windows had bare, rotten sills and uprights and the door looked like it had been broken open a dozen times and instead of being repaired it looked like another lock had been added.

We had to go down an ally to get to the flat, note I could have said back passage for a cheap laugh, the gate was broken, we had to step over the bottom support, the rest of the gate was missing. There was an old, rusty fire escape, the steps were metal but the landing had wooden slats that looked as bad as the rest of the woodwork around the place. Outside the flat it looked exactly like the shop, crumbling brick and woodwork but inside, the paint was glossy, the wallpaper tasteful and obviously recently applied.

The kitchen was to the left of the entrance, to the right was a small bedroom, then, along a passage an even smaller bathroom, no bath just a shower, a toilet and sink, then the stairs down to the shop which were bricked up at the bottom and a landing with the living room and the main bedroom off of it.

The living room was surprising, it looked like a curtained box, thick chocolate brown curtains hung all the way around the room, the floor was covered with a virgin lamb's wool shag pile carpet, blinding white like fresh snow, Brian took his shoes off before entering the room, he made me do the same. The room had a leather, three seat, Chesterfield sofa on one side, not quite touching the wall and what looked like two strange wardrobes either side of NASA's UK control centre.

The wardrobes turned out to be speakers, they were placed exactly ten feet apart, they were cantered about forty degrees to the back wall, the bottom was a twenty-four inch bass speaker with magnetic cone fitted into a kapok filled cabinet, the face of the speaker was raked backwards by about fifteen degrees. On top of that there was a cabinet with five different midrange speakers set horizontal to the floor and on top were two horn tweeters, both angled down-wards by fifteen degrees. Between the two speakers there was a hi-fi, I had never seen one like it in a house before, separate units, all made by Technics, all matching, the living room was less a living room and more a music room, the whole setup was built so that when Brian sat on the middle seat of the expensive sofa the sounds converged on his ears.

I was sat in that sweet spot, the guest of honour, Brian gave me a coke with a little dark rum in it, he put on a record that had loud timpani and finger cymbals as well as a full orchestra, sitting on that middle seat I could clearly hear both timpani and finger cymbals at the same time the quality and clarity was so good if I closed my eyes I could feel the breeze caused by the conductor waving his arms.

Brian sat to my right, he wasn't getting the pure effect of the stereo, to be honest it would have been much better if I had sat to the side, I didn't appreciate the quality like Brian obviously did. I was sitting on the edge of the seat, it felt a little uncomfortable having Brian watching me so closely, the man really needed a TV to look at.

When I finished my drink I felt very warm inside and a little light headed, Brian got some porn books out from under the seat, he handed me the first, I had seen Fiesta and Park Lane, they had naked woman, you saw pubic hair and tits bit nothing more. The book Brian gave me had both men and women in it, not just posing but actual pictures of them fucking, licking and sucking. I got an instant hard on from the pictures, not that I needed the visuals though, just being in a room with an older man who I knew wanted to have sex with me was a turn on too.

Brian passed me a book with two men in it, sucking and rubbing each other, as I turned the page to the picture of one man easing his cock up the other guys bum hole, Brian turned side on to me, he slipped his left leg behind my back and eased forward so that his crotch was pressing against my side.

"I'd love to try and do that to you right now!"

I felt myself blush and tried to ignore that comment, then Brian started to brush the fingers of his left hand through my hair and down onto the back of my neck. I wanted to push his hand off of me but stopped myself, after all, what was I there for? I was encouraged to flick through more pages of the men fucking, Brian was rubbing my shoulders and back through my nylon school shirt, then his right hand came over in front of me, he sat forward and started to unbutton my shirt.

It took only seconds to pull my shirt out of my trousers and off over my head, Brian's hands were running all over my upper body until the music stopped, he slipped his leg out from behind me and changed the record, soft dreamy music, he sat back down, slipping his leg back behind me again, I looked over at him, he had removed his own shirt, the contrast was amazing. I was totally hairless, Brian was totally covered with thick wiry hair, mostly dark brown but there were patches of grey too. The thing that stood out as funny though, Brian looked like he had almost got breasts and his nipples were huge, he went back to rubbing me all over my upper body again.

Brian closed in, his chest was pressing against my shoulder, as his mouth closed in more on my mouth his right hand slipped down to the belt holding my trousers up and as he kissed me he pulled my belt open. What the fuck do you do? I had never kissed a girl as passionately as Brian was kissing me, how should I respond?

Brian pulled me onto his lap, as he moved my body upward I felt my trousers disappearing downwards. I was totally naked, except for my socks, I had never been naked with anyone before, girl or boy, I even hated undressing at school, that and my bronchitis were the reasons that I skipped school whenever we had games.

There was a little awkward fumbling as Brian rubbed my cock, he pealed back my foreskin and tutted.

"You really need to wash under here every day if you don't want a bad case of knob-rot!"

Brian used a tissue to clean under my foreskin, then he had to get up to change the record again, he switched the real to real machine on, the sound quality wasn't as good as vinyl but the tape would last almost ninety minutes.

Brian slipped out of his trousers as he came back to the sofa, my eyes almost 'bugged' out of my head, Brian's cock was huge, his cock head went way passed his belly button, it had to be over ten inches long and as fat as my wrist, he slipped himself under me again, lifting me up so that my hip was pressing against his cock.

"I really want to try and see if my cock fits in your arse hole!"

He had to be kidding me, his cock looked like a six year olds arm, there was no way that was going anywhere near my bum.

"I don't think there is any way that will happen, I'm sorry!"

Brian pulled me back against him and began kissing me again, he rubbed my cock gently with his right hand, not like I did when I was masturbating myself, that was fast and frenetic, get it over as fast as possible before I got caught, I had never had a leisurely wank before. As Brian brought me closer to my climax he began to rub his own cock against my hip and thigh, then he lifted me slightly and slipped his monster under me, his cockhead pressed against my bum hole, the pain was excruciating.

"I'm sorry, there's no way on earth that will fit in me!"

I couldn't even believe that I was letting him try to do me in the bum but it didn't seem to be wrong, I was just enjoying myself being loved by Brian, he was a very good and gentle lover, gentle up to a point and that point was now trying to crowbar my bum open!

Eventually Brian realised that he wasn't going to get his own way just then, he finished me off, giving me an earth shattering orgasm, it felt like I shot a gallon of spunk out even though it was less than a tablespoon full, Brian gathered my juice and rubbed it all over the head of his own cock, then he positioned me carefully on the sofa and put his cock between my thighs, he was behind me and was fucking in and out of the soft flesh between my legs, we started out on our sides, as Brian came close to his own climax he pushed me over on to my face.

"Squeeze your legs together hard!"

Brian started to fuck my inner thighs hard, the only lubricant was my own sperm and the little pre-cum he was generating as he fucked me. I could tell he was very close, his breathing was short and fast and he was finding it difficult to control his muscles. Then, at the point when his balls started to boil and pump semen along his pipe, he took expert aim and stabbed his cock head hard against my anal muscle, his cock didn't actually go in me but the pain was such that I was sure it had.

Then the mind blowing sensation as his semen forced its way up into my bowels, I felt three jets, shooting deep into my belly, his cock started to soften as soon as he had finished his ejaculation, soften and shrink and as it shrank it slipped in me about a half an inch, it was difficult for Brian to do it but he managed to keep his cock just inside me until it was completely soft and I expelled it.

"Was that too painful?"

I shook my head; it had hurt a lot but not more than I could stand. Brian took me naked through the flat to the bathroom, he sat me on the toilet as he started the shower, I was wondering why he had put me on the toilet when suddenly his cum shot out of me, too thin for me to hold it back with my anal muscle, especially having it stretched as it had been, I had cum about a tablespoon full, it felt like Brian had cum a teacup full up my bum.

Brian pulled me off the toilet and into the shower, we played under the hot water for ten minutes, we were washing each other too but it was more about playing with each other.

When the water turned cool Brian took a huge, fluffy white, bath-sheet and wrapped me up in it and dried me off, no one had bathed and dried me since I was about six years old, it felt just like I was back there again, it felt so special, Brian dried me totally before he dried himself, then we went into the bedroom.

The bed was a king-sized; the room was clean and tidy, well decorated and very warm. Brian had installed two radiators in the bedroom so that he could play without blankets on the bed; as soon as we walked in he pulled the duvet off of the bed and folded it neatly on a blanket box at the foot of the bed. I didn't have a duvet at home, we were still using sheets, blankets, comforter and counterpane at home, it took ages to make the bed and felt like a ton weight on top of you when you slept, the duvet was all together more practical.

Brian sucked my cock, again he was in no hurry to make me cum, it was an act of love more than a means of relief, I had never even imagined having my cock sucked, there were no words to describe how it felt to have someone worship your cock in that way. Brian took about an hour to make me cum; he taught me a hell of a lot about pleasuring a man in that hour. Brian didn't take it for granted that I would reciprocate, he asked me if I would but made it clear that if I didn't want to suck his cock it was Okay.

It was a stretch to get just his cockhead into my mouth without bruising it with my teeth but I managed it, I knew that I hadn't given Brian a tenth of the pleasure that he had given me with his mouth but I did the best I could, eventually I used my hands to bring him off in my mouth just because I had incredible jaw ache from the size of his cock. As Brian was about to cum he warned me that it would taste strange, that it might be unpleasant at first but that it would be far more special to him if I could try to swallow it all.

"No man likes to see his spunk spat out after a blow-job!"

No amount of words can prepare you for the shock of just how disgusting something can taste, Brian assured me that I would come to love the taste of cum, I wasn't so sure but I swallowed it all. Brian pulled the duvet up over us both and we cuddled, I might have even fallen asleep in his arms, about nine o'clock Brian moved for the first time, he fished something out of his bedside cabinet, a jar, I couldn't see what was in the jar but I soon felt it. Brian had dipped his index finger into the content, pushed me on my side so that my back was too him and stuck his finger up my arse.

It was painful but I tried not to complain, but there was no way that I could stop wincing as he tried to get the finger past the second knuckle.

"Still hurts too much? I was hoping that I could try my cock up there before you went home!"

I sucked Brian's cock again, he 'encouraged' me to take his cock a little deeper into my mouth, he wanted to try and get it down my throat but decided a blow-job was a blow-job and he shouldn't be too greedy on our first date. Brian dropped me off at home around ten o'clock, I beat my mother in by just thirty minutes, there was a note from her on the work surface in the kitchen, basically there was a pound note folded up with the note, the note told me to go to the chippy and get my dinner, dinner, I had forgotten all about that, I had been lost in love, silly I know, you don't fall in love so quickly but the man who takes your virginity is very special to you :)

I was starving but I pocketed the money, that was ten goes on the Cyclone, not to be sniffed at. I woke up at eight o'clock on Saturday morning, I was starving so I headed for the cornflakes, as I poured the milk into the bowl I noticed Brian standing opposite the kitchen window, the kitchen in our flats was looking out over the road, when the flats were all finished there would be a grassy area in front of the living room with all the rest of the blocks of flats looking out over it.

I ate fast, rushed out to see why Brian was standing right out in front of my flat, he told me that he missed me; he wanted me to go to his flat with him. I left my parents a note that I would be back at twelve o'clock and ran out of the house before they could wake up and ask me where I was going.

Brian had undressed me before he finished closing his front door, we hit the bed hard and he was pushing his finger in my bottom before I could stop him, this time he was sucking my cock as he worked his un-lubricated finger in and out of my anus. I didn't try to stop him, would you? He spent at least an hour bringing me off with his mouth as he massaged my prostrate with his index finger. I told him that I would need to go home by twelve o'clock, he got the hump, he wanted to spend the whole day in bed with me, he had planned the whole day and I had just thrown a spanner in the works.

I paid extra attention while I was sucking him off, just before he climaxed though he stopped me, he checked the time, we had less than an hour before I would have to dress and leave, he got me a beaker with dark rum and ice in it, there was only an inch or so of rum in the bottom of the glass but it was a very wide glass. Brian made me drink the rum in one go, my throat and stomach were both on fire but the rum had the desired effect and numbed my brain.

Brian put a pile of pillows in the centre of the bed, he got me to lay with my stomach on the pile, then he took the pot of lubricant and smeared it between my thighs, he got behind me, told me to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could, then he forced his cock between my thighs and started to fuck me the same as he had done it the previous evening. Just as the night before he waited until he was about to cum and repositioned himself, as soon as I felt him move I realised what he was going to do, I took a deep breath and tried to hold it in but it was no use, Brian fell against me with so much force that it knocked the wind out of me. The pain was excruciating but Brian managed to get his cockhead engaged in my anus as he fired off inside me.

Knocking the wind out of me was probably the best thing Brian could have done as it took my mind off of what was going to happen and it stopped me tensing up my anal muscle. It was hurting like hell but the feeling of Brian lying still with an inch or so of his cock buried inside of me, spurting cum up me like he was taking a piss felt wonderful.

"You're so fucking tight, that was wonderful. I was hoping that I would be able to actually try fucking you this afternoon instead of just cumming in your arse but if you've got to go home you've got to go home!"

Brian gave me a tissue to hold against my bottom, I really had to run for the toilet as he had pushed so much spunk up my bottom with such pressure that my body was rejecting it violently. This time as it flooded out of my bum it washed out a whole load of my own solid waste too, my bum muscle was stinging but it didn't hurt as much as the day before. Again we showered together; Brian brought me off as the water washed over me. I dressed to go home, Brian gave me a gift, a diver's watch, not expensive but it looked good, said it was tested to ten fathoms so I could wear it in the shower next time we fucked.

I reached home at ten to twelve; I even managed to rip up my letter as my mum and dad were still in bed when I got home. Because I was out, there hadn't been the usual noise to wake them up. Dad had to have a rushed lunch so he could get to work in time to start his shift, my mum was on a day off, she didn't have many days off, she usually worked a six day shift pattern to earn extra money. As soon as my father's car turned the corner into Sparkenhoe Street there was a hooter sounding in the road outside, mum put her coat on and kissed me, she gave me a pound and told me to get my own lunch and dinner again.

I looked out of the window, my mother's work partner, Keith Driver, was sitting in his car outside waiting for her, he must have been waiting for my father to leave in the Burlington Arms car park about fifty yards up the road. I watched as mum and he kissed in the car before he drove off with her.

The TV was on, the afternoon film was about to start, Fred Astaire in 'Top hat, White Tie and Tails', no thanks I thought to myself. I was torn, I had two pounds, twenty games on Cyclone, I went to the toilet on my way out, as I wiped, I felt the weight of the watch on my wrist and the slight twinge in my anal muscle, Brian's words came back to me, he wanted to try and actually fuck my arse this afternoon, I was really torn now, 'Top hat, White Tie and Tails' verses Cyclone was a no brainer, Cyclone and being hit on by six or seven men all afternoon or going back to see Brian and make him happy, that was a big choice to make.

Well, Cyclone was a mile away in the town centre and Brian was just two minutes walk away, I took the easy option but as I walked to Brian's flat I was looking out for the thirty-two bus into town, that would have been seen by me as on omen, God telling me to go into town. I stopped at the corner of Gopsall Street and looked way into the distance to see if a bus was coming, Well God, I guess you want my bum fucked today.

I walked to the corner of Earl Howe Street and stopped in my tracks, a man had just come out of the shop, there was something about him that was familiar, I was frantically searching through my memory, at first I thought he was a friend of my mothers, he was about thirty, tall, thin and handsome, just the kind of man my mother looked for in a lover, or he may have been a friend or workmate of my dad but his face didn't ring any of those bells either. He walked down the alleyway that led to Brian's flat, Brian's flat and forty other flats and houses.

As soon as I was happy that the guy wasn't a friend of either of my parents I started off again, but I got to the start of the alley just as the guy's head appeared above the wall, he was climbing Brian's stairs. Dam! Well God, I guess you wanted me to beat my high score on Cyclone after all. I stopped again, I turned and started to walk back to Gopsall Street.

"Rob! Hey Rob, where are you going?"

I should have ignored him, should have pretended I hadn't heard him but I looked over my shoulder. Brian had opened his door before the guy had reached the top of the stairs, he must have been in the kitchen looking out of the window. I walked back to the broken gate.

"I was coming round to see you but I thought that if you had company you wouldn't want me to come!"

"Don't be silly! This is my mate Paul, you know Paul I'm sure!"

Paul turned towards me, I flicked through my memory again, this time not in the draws marked mum or dad but the draw marked me! Bingo, Paul was one of the men who haunted Playland most days; I had ignored him over a hundred times when he invited me to the snack bar for a coke. And now here he was, grinning down at me, there was a look on his face that disturbed me a little but I still climbed the stairs and followed him and Brian into the flat.

We all dropped our shoes at the door to the living room, I was about to sit on the floor but Brian told me to sit on the sofa, I took the right hand seat, Paul took the left, the heavy carrier bag that he had brought from the shop was put on the floor at the side of the sofa. Brian didn't sit, he went to the kitchen and returned with three half pint glasses and stood to my right.

"Budge over!"

There was music playing, one of those with cannons and bells in it, probably the Eighteen-twelve Overture.

"I thought you might like the middle seat to listen to the music better!"

"No lad, you're the guest of honour, the sweet seat goes to you!"

I moved into the middle seat. I didn't know what the etiquette was for situations like this; I had been gay for less than twenty-four hours after all! Did we sit, talking rubbish until Paul got the message and pissed off? Did Brian and I slip out to the bedroom under some seemingly innocent pretence? Did we have to sit there until it was time for me to go home and leave Brian and me and God disappointed?

Paul took a bottle of strong cider out of the carrier bag, very strong cider, it was eight percent alcohol, that doesn't sound strong but mild and bitter at that time were only two and a half percent, best bitter was around three percent, so a half pint of this cider was the same as a pint and a half of bitter. The three glasses were filled to the brim, Paul and Brian took turns at pushing me to empty my glass, I had finished and both Paul and Brian had only sipped an inch out of their glasses.

I was refilled and again I was pressed to drink up quickly. With the equivalent of three pints of bitter and the rum I had drunk in the morning I was well and truly blasted. The record had finished in a volcanic crescendo of artillery and church bells, the room fell silent but my ears were still ringing.

Brian asked, "Any requests?"

Paul said, "Have you still got that K-tell compilation album with the stripper on it?"

Brian nodded his head and smiled.

"You know what the stripper is Rob?"

I nodded my head; it was probably the most hummed tune in the world, well in the world of teenage boys.

"I know you know the tune but do you know what a stripper does?"

I nodded my head again.

Paul said, "I've got a good idea, let's draw lots to see which of us has to do a striptease for the other two to watch!"

Brian took a page from his notebook, he tore three small pieces of equal size, he wrote 'Stripper' on one piece of paper and left the other two blank, then he rolled the papers into tight tubes.

"Rob, can you go to the kitchen for me please, bring a straw from the kitchen cabinet and the scissors from the draw under the sink? Quick as you can please!"

I was very unsteady on my feet as I walked to the kitchen, I found the box of straws and the scissors, I ricocheted off the walls all the way back to the living room. Brian took the straw, cut it into three equal lengths then he pushed the tubes of paper just inside each of the straws. He moved his hands behind his back, shuffled the straws then returned them to show us the ends of the straws opposite to where he had put the papers. Paul took hold of one of the straws but Brian stopped him.

"Rob is the guest of honour Paul; he should have the first choice!"

My chest puffed up all on its own, Brian had a gift for making me feel special and loved. I took a straw, I had expected Paul to take one next but they both just looked at me.

"You read your paper, it might save Paul and I from picking one at all!"

I pulled the paper out; there it was, clear as day, 'Stripper'. I had won, or lost, depending on your point of view.

This is the part of the story that it's named after. I should have insisted that Paul and Brian drew their straws and proved their papers were blank but I was only thirteen, only just thirteen years and one day old, I was drunk and sent out of the room. If I were smarter I would have smelled a rat after being sent out of the room.

"I'll put the record on at the stripper track, you dance and undress as sexily as you can, the idea is to be naked as the track ends!"

Brian put the record on; he seemed to know exactly where the track started without having to look on the record sleeve, obviously a favourite game of Brian's! I didn't start to move, I just stood there looking stupid, growing very red in the face. Brian picked the arm off of the record and reset it, then he whispered.

"Don't be shy, you weren't shy yesterday, we're all friends here!"

The track was restarted, I started to sway from side to side, I undressed slowly but there was nothing sexy about it, both Brian and Paul were wolf-whistling and clapping at me even though I was totally crap. By the end of the track I stood in the middle of the room totally naked, feeling very drunk and very self-conscious. Brian beckoned me to the sofa again, he stopped me sitting down, he made me just stand there while he and Paul looked me over.

Paul pulled me in front of him, he sat and kissed my chest, kissed my nipple, tried to suck it into his mouth as he rubbed my cock with his hand. Brian pulled me to him, he pulled me forward so that he could kiss me on the lips and stick his tongue in my mouth, as Brian kissed me Paul stood up and took his shirt off.

I was pulled away from Brian again and Paul started to dance with me, the tracks following the stripper tune were all tunes with a strong, slow, dance beats, I danced with Paul and he kissed me like Brian had, full tong. Brian was on his feet now, he took his shirt off and as the next track started he pulled me from Paul's arms and he started to dance with me.

As I turned slowly around with Brian I saw Paul drop his trousers and under pants, his cock was ram-rod hard, seven inches long and only half as thick as Brian's cock. The tracks changed again and Paul took over the dance while Brian took his trousers and underpants off.

Brian switched to the real to real tape deck, started the ninety minute tape going and turned the volume up until the windows started to rattle in their frames. Brian took my right hand and started to pull me from the room, Paul caught my left hand and followed Brian and me as we went from the living room, along the landing and into the bedroom, I was walking sideways like a crab all the way.

The bed was still in a state of disarray from our morning fuck session, Brian got on the bed and pulled me after him, I would have let go of Paul if I had been holding his hand but I wasn't, he was holding mine, as Brian pulled me further onto the bed, I pulled Paul after me.

We lay on the bottom sheet, the room was warm and smelled of Old Spice Cologne, Brian lay on his side looking at me, he pulled me onto my side so that I was facing him, then he started to kiss me as he fondled my cock and balls. I felt Paul slither up against my back; his body was totally hairless, even the ring around his cock and balls had just a 'five o'clock' shadow.

As Brian stuck his tongue into my mouth again I felt Paul pulling my buttocks apart, he moved down the bed so that he could look between my now open buttocks.

"Mmmm, lovely, looks almost virgin to me!"

Brian broke the kiss, he nuzzled against my neck.

"Just relax, forget Paul is here, just concentrate on me and stay calm, OK?"

Brian started to suck my cock as Paul moved back up my body, kissing his way up, I felt his smooth body pressing against my back, touching all the way down, then I felt his cock pressing between my buttocks, burrowing their way between the soft flesh until he found my anal muscle. Brian started to fondle my balls as he sucked my cock hard and licked the tip of his tongue around my cockhead, a shiver ran through my body just as Paul pressed forward hard with his hips and his cock slipped into my bum.

Paul took his time getting in to me fully, he made little thrusts, about fifty pushes to get his cock all the way in to me, then he rested so that I could get use to the feeling inside me. I came very close to my climax but Brian was ready for me and slowed me down again.

Paul asked, "Are you Okay now?"

Paul wanted to move on to phase two but he didn't want to ruin things for me. I took a deep breath and nodded my head, Paul pulled his hips back an inch but slowly, then he returned fully inside, I felt his balls against the back of my thighs. Paul started to step up the speed slightly, on the out stroke each time he pulled out a little further and on the in stroke he went a little faster and a little harder. When he got to about three cycles per second Paul said, "I'm going to have to finish off soon Brian, you want to bring him off first?"

"No, he'll have plenty of time to cum later!"

Brian had taken his mouth off of my cock to answer Paul and he didn't put it back, instead, he put the pile of pillows against my belly and started to roll me onto my stomach, Paul matched the roll so that when I was on my front Paul was still connected in my arse and lying on top of me.

Paul asked me if I was ready.

He didn't wait for my answer, I was aware of Brian nodding his head though, Paul pulled his cock all the way out, his cockhead cleared my hole and then he fell forward again, ramming his cock up, hard into my anus, all the way until his plums slapped against my buttocks. Then Paul went wild, fucking me hard, as hard and as fast as he could. I was whimpering and crying with the pain and then suddenly Paul stopped, he was gasping for breath, totally still but for the pulsing of his cock as he injected spunk over six inches deep in my arsehole.

He took a few seconds to get his breath back, then Paul looked up at Brian.

"You ready now?"

Brian took his cock in his hand and pumped it a few times to ensure it was fully hard, then he nodded his head, Paul and Brian moved synchronously, Paul pulled his softening cock out of me in one fluid movement and less than a second later Brian replaced it with his own, all the way in, in one thrust, the pain almost made my brain shut down, I could hardly hear it but I knew that I was screaming at the top of my lungs, Brian ignored my protests, he just started pounding his meat into me as hard and as fast as he could.

I greyed out slightly, when I came back into the room fully Brian was jerking his cum up my arse with all of his body weight pressing down on top of me. It was a struggle but all three of us ended up in the shower together, Brian and Paul were both praising me a lot for being able to take all of Brian's impressive cock up my bum.

"If you can take Brian up you can take anyone, the world is your oyster from now on kid!" Brian was about to clamp his mouth over my cock to bring me off in his mouth but Paul stopped him.

"If we shake a leg we can be at the club ahead of the crowds!"

Brian nodded, we all dried each other, I was a little disappointed, I was the only one who didn't get off in the three hours we were playing together and I had gone through a lot of pain for Brian and Paul to have their fun.

"What time do you have to be home?"

"Before ten o'clock!"

"Plenty of time then!"

We got in Brian's car, I had expected to get the front passenger seat, after all, I saw myself as Brian's 'Special' friend. Paul took that seat though, I sat in the back, in the middle seat, and as usual I was sitting forward in the seat so that I could see what the driver was doing, one day, I would be driving a car and I wanted to see as much as I possibly could.

"Ten seconds!"

Paul was looking at his watch, he was counting down, Brian had started the engine and was building up the engine revs, "Go!" Brian threw the clutch out, dumping about eight thousand revs directly into the rear wheels; the street disappeared in a cloud of smoking rubber as the tyres lost about ten thousand miles of tread in an instant.

Brian took the side streets at ridiculous speeds, when he was on slightly wider roads he went even faster, we took a roundabout on two wheels, Brian and Paul were whooping in the front, I was crapping myself in the back, I even sat back and put my seatbelt on, even though it was very rare to find cars with rear seatbelts in them, the Rover was special.

On the A46 we touched one hundred and fifty miles an hour, we reached the Nottingham turn in just eight minutes, that was around twenty miles distance, it took my father thirty minutes to cover that same piece of road in our old Standard eight.

We drove into the multi-story car park at Broad Marsh at fifty miles an hour; Paul checked his watch, "No prize for you this time old man, almost a full minute outside your personal best!" We crossed the car park and took the Collin Street pedestrian exit, left into Collin Street, crossed Melville Street to a converted cinema, above the door was a massive roundel, red with two massive letters, a white 'L' and a 'C'..

Brian looked up at the sign, his car keys had exactly the same roundel only in miniature, Paul took his keys out and had exactly the same token, at the door Brian and Paul showed the doorman their key fobs, "We'd need to sign our friend in as a guest if that's possible?" The doorman just folded his arms across his chest, "No guests, the committee have pulled the guestbook, he'll have to join or go home!"

Brian filled in my membership form for me, there wasn't a word of truth on it apart from my first name, I almost gasped when he put that my date of birth was nineteen forty-eight instead of nineteen fifty-six, making me eight years older, he had to do that as, officially, the club had a no under twenty-one's policy. Homosexuality was still illegal in England so as there was no age of consent the club made its published policy look like only adults would be allowed to join. The doorman was no idiot, there was no way that he would have mistaken a thirteen year old as a twenty one year old but it didn't matter, I had signed to say that I was twenty-one.

I was given a little disk to put on my key ring, and the doorman insisted on seeing it go on my ring. What is the LC for on the disk?" Brian fielded that Question, "It's never written anywhere but it stands for 'La Chick', that way, just finding the disk wouldn't help anyone, some use the disk to pick up other members out in the straight world, they have to say, 'I see you're a member of La Chick', that's like a code word!"

Inside the club was very different picture to the outside, from the outside the building looked almost derelict, the only thing that stood out was the huge roundel above the front doors. Inside it was totally different, the main doors, a set of double glazed, double doors, kept almost all the sound of the main ground floor room out. There was yet another set of doors before the first bar area, the doors had hand etched glass, intricate pattern including the LC motif set in solid Oak, carved framing. The floor was covered with a plush, Royal Blue, carpet and the ceiling had alabaster coving and scroll work, it took a while to make it out but the scrolling was also a stylised LC. The main room on the ground floor had a long bar, seating at tables for over two hundred and a tiny dance floor with a sealed disco, the DJ couldn't see anything that went on inside the club. There were kilowatts of sound power which really hurt the ears. Brian and Paul seemed to both be very well known in the bar area, most of the men nodded or waved to both of them, we didn't stop there though, we turned the corner and went through another set of double doors, not double glazed this time though but with the same etched glass, beyond the doors were a flight of stairs.

The stair carpet was deep Red with gold coloured thread used to make up the LC logo, at the top of the stairs there was a restaurant, about sixty seats around differing sized tables, the disco music could be heard in the room as background music. No one was eating, it was obviously too early. We turned through another set of doors and the carpet changed again, deeper pile, even more luxurious, there were chesterfield sofa's in the room, a few tables with reading lamps and the walls were full of shelves and on those shelves were books, apparently, every book had either a gay or lesbian theme, hundreds or even thousands of books.

We didn't stop in the reading room either, we turned the corner again and went through another set of doors, this time solid wood, up more red carpeted stairs and into a gymnasium, again the gym was empty, apart from the fitness instructor. Brian arranged for a set of shorts and a t-shirt from the instructor in my size and took me to the changing rooms to put them on, I was barefoot, no underpants or vest, just the two items, both white cotton.

Brian pointed out the door at the back of the room, "Sauna!" he said, Brian was trying to work out the best way to tell me what it was that was on his mind, I was hoping that he would give me the orgasm that I had missed out on earlier but that wasn't why I was in the room almost naked.

"We are going to have a meal later, all three of us but Paul and I don't have enough money to pay for it after paying for your membership, so I need you to help out, I'll book the meal for nine o'clock, that will give you over two hours to get some money and we can still get you home for around ten o'clock!"

I waited for ages for Brian to carry on; he didn't seem to want to give me a clue as to how I would earn that money. When he told me what he expected I must have looked like I was going to go off on one, he took a small white pill out of a bottle in his pocket and forced it into my mouth.

"Well, it's up to you but we don't have any money, just to get back to Leicester we will need petrol, that takes money, Paul and I would both do it if anyone would be willing to pay us but they won't, so if you want to eat tonight or even if you just want to get home you'll have to earn the money to make it happen!"

It only took a few minutes for the pill that Brian had given me to take effect, I felt things slowing down, it suddenly didn't seem so bad, I had to hang around in the coolest of the steam baths, men would come in, if they were interested in me they would pay, two pounds and ten shillings if I gave them hand relief, five pounds if I gave them oral and ten pounds for full sex, the tenner included oral as well as anal, tip, if you're ever in a similar situation, do the oral first! If the man wasn't interested, he would move on to another room, the fitness instructor would feed the men in one at a time so that we wouldn't be disturbed.

Things went a little fuzzy, the pill that Brian had given me made things seem slow, or timeless, the first man who came in just looked and went on to the next, hotter room, the second man told me he wanted oral, he handed me a five pound note and I sat on the bench and sucked his cock, he didn't go into the hotter room, he left after he filled my mouth.

The third man told me to undress, I did, he checked me over, he pulled back my foreskin and checked for cleanliness and lesions, then he turned me around and pushed me forward, I felt him pulling my buttocks apart, I didn't mind one bit, not even when he poked his finger up me, "Okay, I'll give you the ten pounds for full sex!" I had to suck him, he kissed me a lot, then he turned me and just fucked my anus as if I were just a piece of meat. He pulled out after filling my arse and left without even saying thanks or goodbye or anything.

The fitness instructor came in and handed me a tin and a box of Kleenex, "The last guy complained that you don't even have tissues, I'll be charging you for the Kleenex later, keep the cash in this tin!"

I had a busy few hours, because of the drug I had been given I didn't know if I had been in the warm room for one hour or two, it could even have been more, I just kept doing whatever the men wanted me to do, took the money and stuck it in the tin.

When Brian returned to the sauna he tipped the cash out of the tin, he piled the cash up on the bench and started counting it, I had no idea how many men I had sucked, how many I had given hand relief too or how many I had allowed to fuck me in the arse but there was quite literally a river of cum running down the back of my legs.

"Sixty pounds, not a bad night's work!" If I had been functioning properly I would have agreed with him, my father had to work for fifty six hours a week to bring home just twenty-five pounds after stoppages. I remember asking Brian the time but he ignored me.

I dressed and we went down to the restaurant, as the first course arrived I noticed the time, already past ten o'clock. Brian calmed my protests down with another pill and an explanation. "They couldn't fit us in until ten o'clock, your mum and dad will just assume that you are already in bed, if you wait until three or four o'clock, you can sneak in, flush the toilet or something, they'll just think you got up for a pee, that's if they hear you at all!"

As the pudding arrived a man joined us, his name was Alexander Bell, he turned to Brian and whispered, "I understand that your young friend here is available!" Brian looked at me and nodded his head, "Shall we say, twenty pounds for the night?" "He has to get home before his parents wake up!" Alexander shook his head, "All night or I'm not interested!" "Give us a few minutes!"

Brian and Paul got their heads together, I only heard snippets of the conversation but it sounded like, "Well I think he's ready!" "We can't arrange it that quick and he's not nearly ready yet!" Brian seemed to be keen on my doing something and Paul seemed to want to wait, Brian won, "I'll make the calls and find a place to take him, I'll even go and get the gear!"

"Just a scratch kid!" A needle was pushed into my arm, as the plunger went in there was a loud buzzing in my ears, suddenly I felt great, the slowness of the pills wore off and I was ready to disco. Alexander led me by the hand to his car; it was a large Japanese model. It took about thirty minutes to get to Alexander's house in Asfordby, close to Melton Mowbray.

Alexander had some very peculiar habits and kinks; he also had an outstanding stamina for a man of almost sixty years old. Alexander was a Bio-chemist, working for the pet food company; he liked to push all sorts of chemicals into both of our bodies, stuff to make me more amorous, to turn me on more, to make me acquiesce to his kinks. Just putting his cock in my bum wasn't enough for Alexander; he wanted to hit, cane, tie me up, and eat chocolate pudding, using my cock as a spoon.

The funny thing was that with all the men I had been with during the evening, including Brian and Paul, I didn't climax once; it seems that if a man pays for play, he is less interested in your pleasure than he is in his own.

It was almost ten o'clock on Sunday morning before I woke up and Alexander untied me. Brian's car was parked in the road in front of Alexander's house. Paul and Brian were in the front seats and another boy was in the back, I recognised him as one of the boy's that the police had picked up on Friday, I was introduced to him as I got in the car, his name was Steve Furnace, he had failed the finger test with the doctor and the police had told his father to bring him back into the police station on Monday morning to be interviewed, the police were determined to find out who had taken Steven's anal cherry.

I recognised Steven Furnace from Playland, he was one of the boys who often went out in the back with men, his parents may have been well off but no child got as much allowance as Steve spent every week in Playland.

I was in a bad mood, I had been used by countless men for the best part of twenty-four hours, I had been drunk, drugged, beaten and restrained, I had a hangover and felt like I had a bad case of influenza. I sat with my arms folded across my chest as Brian drove from Asfordby, my face looked like I had lost a pound and found a penny. Paul turned in his seat and looked at me.

"What's up with your face?"

I slumped back in the seat.

"Nothing!"

"Didn't any of your playmates bring you off last night?"

I shook my head, then it dawned on me that I would have some explaining to do, I wouldn't even get away with saying I had left home early, before my parent's woke, that wouldn't work because my bed hadn't been slept in, I never made my own bed so I would have some explaining to do for sure.

We passed to the North of Leicester, I lived to the South of the city, eventually we joined the M1 motorway and once again Brian took his car to maximum speed. Paul turned to the side again, Brian tilted his rear view mirror so that he could see Steven and me in the back, Paul smiled, then he said.

"Hey Steve, how about showing us how grateful you are to us for getting you out of Leicester, I think you should show Rob how grateful you are, he has paid for the petrol with his arse after all and no reach around to make him happy either!"

Steven didn't need to be told how to show his gratitude, he almost fought me to get my trousers off, then he bent forward and took my cock in his mouth, having Steven sucking me did ease my bad mood and made me forget the shit I was in at home.

Paul stopped things just before I filled Steven's mouth, he told Steven to strip and turn around and kneel on the seat, as soon as he was in position, Paul looked at me.

"Well, you've had enough cocks up your arse to know what to do. Get behind Steve and do it to him!"

I had never done anything like that before, neither to a girl or a boy but it sure changed me from Mr. Grumpy into Mr. Happy as soon as my cock slipped into Steven's arse. I filled him with my spunk; it felt just like I was pissing up his arse it had been so long since I had a climax with so much sexual stimulation. When I finished Paul reclined his seat and clambered into the back, he took my place and rode my spunk trail up Steve's bum.

We covered ninety-seven miles in around fifty minutes, we even passed several Police cars but they weren't interested in us as there was no speed limit at all on the M1, mind you, they would have been interested if they had spotted a grown man, arse fucking a twelve year old boy in the back of the car.

We had a great day out in London, Steven and I were taken to see loads of sights eventually ending up in Soho, in the sex trade district where we went to yet another gay club for a drink and a dance, at midnight, Brian and Paul both kissed Steven and then handed him over to a dark and swarthy man who looked slightly Asian. Brian was given an envelope which he pushed into his inside jacket pocket without opening it to look inside.

"Those Arabs, they really do love little blond boys and girls don't they."

We drove back to Leicester at a slightly slower speed to conserve petrol and the tree of us tumbled into Brian's bed at almost three o'clock in the morning, I was whittling about what I was going to tell my parents as I had now been missing from home for two days but as soon as the three of us tumbled into bed together and started fucking I seemed to lose interest in my problems at home, Brian had said, "Well, you may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb!"

I was the first to wake up in the morning, Brian's jacket was folded over the back of his sofa and the envelope had fallen out of it, I took a quick peek inside the envelope, there was two hundred and fifty pounds in it in used notes, Brian had sold Steven to a white-slaver for roughly the equivalent of ten weeks salary for my father.

I got myself a Coke and sat, naked in the living room trying desperately to work out what I was going to tell my parents when I got home.

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