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Subject: ST: Playing Hooky - 1963 - Part 3 (M+/t, Oral, Anal)


WARNING - The following story contains explicit descriptions of sexual
activity. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or
offended by such material.

Playing Hooky - 1963 - Part 3

By Alan Garland

I quickly put two and two together and came up with five. The men were
going to hold me captive until Alan, the soldier, was able to talk
another young lad into becoming a member of the Triple X Club. In the
meantime, Howard and his friends were going to fuck me senseless for
days, possibly weeks, on end.

My cock twitched as Howard eased back the foreskin as far as it would
go and ran the tip of his tongue over the most sensitive part of my
knob. I liked the idea of becoming a sex slave, but the thought of
being held prisoner for weeks on end did scare me; and what of the
boys Alan and Howard had invited to the cottage before me - were they
now being fucked by groups of horny sailors in Shanghai.

I had told my parents that I was going to the cinema with Paul
Bridges, a friend from school. So no one, apart from those in the
room, knew where I was. My chest began to tighten as Brian left the
room for a few minutes to retrieve a small, leather bag from the
hallway. On his return, and before rejoining the fold, he pulled back
the curtains covering the window and switched off the projector.

'It's time for Alan's initiation into the club,' he announced, opening
the bag and pulling out a cut-throat razor.

'Initiation,' I said in a high-pitched voice.

Howard released my cock and stood up to make way for Brian and his
leather bag.

'Yes, initiation,' said Paul cheerfully. 'That tuft of pubic hair has
simply got to go.'

'All new members of the club have to be shaved during their
initiation,' added Howard.

I swallowed hard as Brian knelt on the floor between my legs and
started applying shaving soap to the base of my rapidly shrinking
erection.

'Don't cut it off,' said Paul laughing. 'He'll be no good to us
without it.'

'Less of the stupid jokes,' rebuked Ian.

'Oh, I do beg your pardon,' said Paul sarcastically. 'I didn't mean
to...'

'Button it, Paul,' snapped Brian. 'No more jokes, okay?'

Paul nodded his head as the razor went to work on the hair around my
genitals. I shut my eyes and tried not to think about the sharpness of
the blade, or the damage it could do to my cock if it slipped
inadvertently.

I could feel my foreskin being stretched, and I could feel the blade
against the skin of my ball-sac from time to time, but nothing
prompted me to open my eyes and take a peek at what Brian was doing.
Instead, I revisited the idea of being held captive by the men and
fucked senseless for weeks on end. The possibility of being kidnapped
and sold to white slavers was still on the cards, but somehow I had
managed to turn this negative into a positive - I was warming to the
idea of being used and abused by lots and lots of naked men.

Within minutes the razor was safely back in the leather bag and the
first part of my initiation was over. I opened my eyes and, with a
sigh of relief, thanked the heavens for Brian's steady hand. The
second part of my initiation came in the shape of a small bottle of
TCP, or something that smelt very much like TCP. The men holding me
down suddenly released my arms and legs as Brian poured the contents
of the bottle over my newly exposed skin.

'Outrageous!' roared Ian in mock protest. 'Who would have thought a
lad of his age would know so many swear words.'

'Come on. Let's fuck him again,' suggested Victor, stroking his semi-
erect cock.

'No. That's it for the day,' said Howard sternly. 'Alan and I need to
get back to town by four o'clock.'

'He can't go yet,' said Paul. 'He hasn't shed his load.'

'Alright, alright,' agreed Howard. 'Who wants to toss him off?'

Everyone in the room, apart from Howard, offered to do the job. In
fact, Brian went one stage further and took hold of my cock before
anyone else could be nominated, which caused quite a rumpus.
Therefore, it was agreed that I should 'cut out the middleman', as
Scoot so aptly put it, and take on the job myself.

Howard glanced at the clock sitting on the mantelpiece, then mumbled
something under his breath and knelt down between Ian and Scoot: in
the position Brian had occupied when he had face-fucked me earlier. I
was now surrounded on all sides by an audience of six naked men. It
felt really good being the centre of so much attention.

I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it, slowly. My audience
gathered in around me as I pulled my foreskin back and lodged it
behind the flared rim of my swollen knob. Brian watched a tear-drop of
pre-cum emerge from my cock-head and run down to meet the forefinger
of my right hand, which was wrapped firmly round the upper part of my
erection. He licked his lips and took hold of his own hard-standing
cock, which in turn prompted me to squeeze my cock really hard and
give out a long, low moan.

'Nice one, son,' said Ian. 'Let's see you work on that hot rod some
more.'

With just a finger and thumb, I eased my foreskin back and forth a few
times; then, after releasing my erection and letting it stand for a
while, I grabbed hold of my cock and began pumping away like mad. A
heady mixture of praise and encouragement filled the air as my fist
blurred, my legs stiffened and my ball-sac gave up its seed. The men
continued to praise my efforts, and stroke their cocks, as they
watched my sperm sail through the air and land, in splatters, on my
chest.

'What say we broaden his horizons again, Howie,' suggested Scoot.
'There's no way you're going to get him back to town by four o'clock
now.'

'Yes. Yes,' added Victor. 'I'm sure the lad would welcome another good
rogering from those of us who want a second bite of the cherry.'

'No! You'll have to wait until next Saturday,' snapped Howard
aggressively. 'If Alan's late, and his parents start asking awkward
questions, we could all miss out on a lot of fun. So no more talk
about having a second bite of the cherry. Got that?'

Scoot and Victor reluctantly nodded their heads in agreement.

'Besides,' continued Howard, 'the lad's arsehole is in no shape to
take on another man-size cock, let alone three or four.'

For my part, I was quite happy with the decision to call it a day. I
was very sore down below and knew that it was going to take a while
for my arsehole to recover.

'He won't forget this day in a hurry,' said Paul. 'I bet his arse
feels like it's been fucked by a red hot poker.'

'Four red hot pokers,' I responded, with a cheeky smile.

All the men laughed as Howard helped me to my feet and ushered me out
of the room, telling me to go into the bathroom and get cleaned up as
quickly as I could.

I arrived home that day some forty minutes late; and even though I
looked like a bedraggled waif, my parents didn't say a word about my
appearance.

* * *

As planned, Howard and I met outside the cinema the following Saturday
morning. We walked to the car and talked in some detail about the
condition of my 'love hole', and whether it was ready to take on
another gang-bang. Howard then informed me that our planned visit to
the cottage was cancelled. Instead, we were off to a part of town I
didn't know all that well.

The bicycle repair shop had clearly seen better days. There were no
new bikes for sale and the inside of the shop was dark and dirty, and
littered with all kinds of old, dilapidated bicycles.

The shop had once been owned by Otto Glaser & Son. Unfortunately, Otto
had died years ago, leaving Victor, his son, to run the business into
the ground. Victor was far more interested in sex than bikes. However,
he did use the business as a cover to employ Saturday boys: young lads
that were paid to help out in the shop, but in reality spent their
working day upstairs, posing in front of a camera.

Victor and his friends had converted the upstairs stockroom into a
studio. They would invite a boy to stand under the lights, take off
his clothes and have sex with others in front of a camera. Most of the
boys were recruited by Ian and Paul, who worked as carers at the local
children's home. Other boys were picked up in the amusement arcades by
Alan and Scoot; and a few boys were recruited by Brian, the man who
liked to show the local sea scouts the ropes.

Victor paid me ten shillings a day to work as a Saturday boy. I would
have done the job for nothing, but as Howard explained, my parents
needed to be convinced that I was there to earn money, not to have
sex. My mother was very taken with Victor when she met him, and told
me he certainly needed some help in that shop of his - the sly old dog
had told her that it was Otto, his father, who had let the shop go to
rack and ruin. He also told her that I was working in the shop to earn
enough money to buy a second-hand bicycle, which was news to me.

Howard and I entered the shop and were immediately waved through to
the back by Scoot, who was standing behind the counter fiddling with a
dynamo. We climbed a narrow flight of stairs and entered the stockroom
on the first floor. The room was extremely large and separated into
three areas: the one to the left had a black leather settee at its
centre; the one to the right had a large double bed; and the area in
the centre was filled with an untidy array of lighting stands and
camera tripods, and intermingled amongst this photographic equipment
stood three naked men and a boy.

Alan acknowledged me with a wink and a smile as he stood listening to
Brian's plan for the next session. Apparently, prior to our arrival,
Alan had seduced the boy on the settee, stripped him naked and licked
his eleven-year-old cock into shape. The next session would see the
two of them move across to the bed and go at it like rabbits.

'Fucking thing,' said Victor, as he continued to fiddle with the
tripod that was refusing to hold the camera in place.

The boy - a small, innocent-looking redhead with freckles - stood
beside Victor holding a near empty bottle of Pepsi-Cola in one hand
and a jar of Vaseline in the other. Initially, I was taken aback by
this rather surreal scene; which, if you recall, was happening in a
seaside town on the south-east coast of boring old England. However, I
soon accepted the odd reality of the situation when Howard told me to
'get with it' and 'get undressed'.

The stockroom was now occupied by four naked adults, one naked
teenager, and one naked eleven-year-old boy.

'Well, bugger me,' said Victor, throwing his arms up in delight.
'Young Alan's brought us some good luck. The fucking thing's stayed
put this time.'

'I told you to use another tripod, dozy,' rebuked Brian. 'We've got
three of the bloody things around here somewhere ... And what happens
when you need to change the film!'

Brian looked at Howard and mumbled something uncomplimentary about
Victor under his breath. He then switched on the photofloods and
waited for Alan and the boy to step into the limelight.

'Okay, let's get this show on the road,' said Victor cheerfully. 'And
don't forget, Darren. I want to see that cock of yours really hard by
the time I zoom in for the first close-up.'

The boy smiled as Alan came up behind him, kissed the side of his neck
and squeezed his tiny arse-cheeks. Brian put a reassuring hand on
Victor's shoulder to let him know that they were still friends; and as
he did so, Howard signalled that he and I should get out of the way
and stand over by the curtained windows, which offered a better view
of the developing sex romp.

Alan and Darren were quick to get into their stride. The young redhead
was being held in a gentle embrace and urged to stroke his pencil-thin
cock, which was some four inches long and uncut. Alan stood behind the
boy and firmly pressed his cock and ball-sac into the small of the
youngster's back.

'Ace,' said Victor, with a tremor in his voice. 'That looks so sexy.'

'Kiss and cuddle him some more,' suggested Brian. 'And play with his
nips ... He likes that.'

Alan did as his friend suggested, which prompted the boy to nestled
back in his lover's arms and give out a low moan of satisfaction.
Everyone else in the room had a hand wrapped tightly around his own
erection - the sight of a full-grown man having sex with a
prepubescent boy was far too stimulating to ignore. The young sea
scout's body was small and slim, with prominent shoulder blades and a
ridged backbone. His silky smooth skin was stretched drum tight over
his slender rib cage, and punctuated by tiny, hard-standing nipples.
In contrast, the soldier's body was large and muscular, and fit enough
to fuck a whole boatload of sea scouts.

'Okay, Darren,' said Brian. 'Bend forward and let Alan's tongue go to
work on that lovely bum-hole of yours.'

The boy spread his legs, leaned forward and placed his hands flat-out
on the sheet covered bed. He then turned and smiled directly into the
camera's lens as Alan knelt down, eased his arse-cheeks apart and
began licking his 'lovely bum-hole'.

'That's it, that's it,' Victor enthused. 'It's a pity we haven't got
the other camera up and running. We could have done with a close-up of
both the head and the tail.'

'Just concentrate on the tail shot,' said Brian, patting Victor's
right buttock with his free hand. 'You're no Roman Polanksi.'

'Maybe we should invite Polanksi to direct our next film,' said
Victor. 'We could call it "Prick in the Water", or "Prick in the
Arse", or maybe something a little more arty farty.'

'Just concentrate on the tail shot,' repeated Brian wearily.

Howard and I stood by the curtained windows and watched Darren's body
tense, relax, and then tense again in response to Alan's probing
tongue. I became very envious of the redhead when I heard him cooing
and sighing with such intensity. However, my envy soon vanished when
Howard told me to spread my legs, leaned forward and take hold of my
knees.

For some ten minutes, Darren and I were treated to an exhilarating and
mind-blowing bout of rimming. My whole body quaked with excitement as
Howard used the tip of his tongue to keep me pleading for 'more ...
more ... more' - just like Darren was doing on the end of Alan's
tongue.

'That's it, Howard,' said Brian. 'Get him ready for the four o'cock
rock. We can fuck him on the bed later, after Alan's finished poking
Darren.'

I looked up and saw Alan and Darren separate, clamber onto the bed and
re-engage in a sixty-nine position. The camera zoomed in to capture a
close-up of the boy struggling to cope with Alan's eight-inch cock -
his mouth was simply too small to accommodate the whole thing in one
go. Unfortunately, I missed out on what happened next. My head dropped
and I gave out a howl of satisfaction - Howard's tongue had struck
gold and I was right there to cash in on the strike.

I grasped my knees until they hurt; I shook my head until I was dizzy;
and I kept saying 'don't stop' until I was blue in the face. I was on
cloud nine, and my four-inch cock, which was aching for relief and
bouncing around in mid-air below my belly, was on cloud ten.

'What a horny little fucker,' said Brian. 'He certainly likes all that
attention you're giving him, Howard.'

'Don't over do it,' added Victor. 'We don't want him shagged out
before the big event.'

I shuddered with excitement as my imagination conjured up a vivid
image of the 'big event': I was going to be fucked by dozens of big,
burly men. They were all waiting outside the stockroom door, on the
staircase, and they were all naked and extremely.... A hard slap on my
right thigh brought me suddenly back to reality.

'Come on, tiger,' said Howard. 'Let's fool around on the settee ...
It'll be more comfortable.'

'But,' I said in a disappointed huff.

'No buts!' chide Howard. 'The settee awaits us.'

>From the glint in his eye, I knew that Howard was expecting me to
reward him for all the hard work he had put in so far; and sure
enough, the instant we were on the settee he assumed the position and
invited me to use my tongue on his 'love hole'.

'That's it, tiger,' he cooed, as my tongue probed the little starburst
between his arse-cheeks. 'Keep doing.... Ah! Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s.'

Meanwhile, on the bed, Alan and Darren were locked in a passionate
embrace. The camera had been moved to a new location, to get a better
view of the action, and Brian and Victor were waiting for Alan to end
the scene by turning the boy on his front and spreading his legs
apart.

'That's great, Al,' said Brian. 'Now in the next scene, I want to see
you climb aboard and take the young scallywag for a ride ... And don't
worry about being too hard on him, he can handle it.'

As Alan reached for the Vaseline, Victor announced that he needed a
couple of minutes to replace the film in the camera; a task which,
when complete, didn't cause any of the problems Brian had envisaged
earlier.

With a new film in the camera, Victor signalled to Brian that he was
ready to resume filming.

'Okay, everybody,' said Brian. 'Let's get this show on the road. We
have a hole to fill and an audience to please, so chop, chop.'

Darren sniggered and braced himself for the scene ahead. He had been
fucked a good many times before, but never by a cock that was as big
as Alan's. Brian usually teamed him up with boys from the children's
home, although he had been fucked by a rather large dildo once.

The film in which he and the dildo had shared a scene together was
based on one of Brian's abduction and rape fantasies. Three teenagers
and a man, a Fagin-type character, jumped him in the park and carried
him off to their liar. The gang stripped him naked and took turns in
sucking his cock. The teenagers then tied him to a Long John coffee
table and, before fucking him with the rubber dildo, helped the man
redden his arse-cheeks with a leather strap.

Darren winced when Alan's cock-head entered his arsehole. The memory
of the dildo and leather strap made him shudder as the Vaseline coated
cock pushed its way into his rectum.

'Spread those legs apart, boy,' boomed Brian. 'And don't look so glum.
It's good to have a cock up your bum.'

Victor looked up from the camera and gave an exaggerated sigh: he had
heard the same old line a hundred times before. Darren was too
preoccupied with Alan's lust for his arse to take much notice of the
joke. He just shut his eyes and grimaced when the man's powerful
buttocks began hammering his body into the mattress.

Because of all the attention he had received from Alan, Darren was far
too exhausted to watch his replacement being stretched out on the bed
and fucked in turn by Brian, Howard, Victor and Scoot. All four men
managed to put me in the same exhausted state as the redhead. In fact,
Darren and I spent a good hour recovering on the settee while the men
drank beer and joked about their sexual prowess.

I visited the shop at least once a week over the next two years. It
was a very exciting time for me, especially when I saw the results of
my efforts on film.


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