I loved my new school, the only problem being that classmates were from all over the county and WHOOPEE half of them were girls so my circle of friends was small but exciting. A thirteen year old boy though is in a brand new world though not thought of as an adult but then not a young child so the world is his oyster. My cousin took me angling a few times and I liked it so he gave me some of his old kit and I often went on my own at weekends and during holidays. 

My first summer break turned out to be very hot weather, not conducive to fishing but it did not deter me and I went further abroad, cycling to a large lake that was not much used in the week, divesting myself of all clothing except shorts and sandals. The fish were not biting and by early afternoon I was thinking about packing up when a small dog found me and enjoyed the fuss I made of it. Three elderly men appeared and it turned out one of them was its owner and they stopped for a chat, asking me if I had been catching. I told them of my disappointment and was informed that I was in the wrong place for such a hot day, pointing to a spot at one end of the lake that had bushes at the waters edge and tall grass everywhere. 

I let them lead me to the spot they said would be best and had difficulty casting over the bushes but after a while got fairly good at it. He men sat on the grass and eventually told me to take a break and sit in the sun, all saying that four of us could easily see if the fish started biting. I sat near them and they teased me by saying I had a good tan and must spend lots of time in the open air and did I ever get completely undressed, I was embarrassed and crimson as I vehemently denied ever doing that. The men made light of it and said they would not mind if I did but still blushing I declined and they continued ribbing me and asked if I needed help with my shorts.

There was a sudden flurry of movement and two of the men held me down as the third made short work of removing my shorts so I was naked and they took no notice of my protesting as their hands roamed all over my body, taking turns handling my genitals. I supposed it was because this was not the first time I had been handled in this way and even though I was panicking that, as each man drew my foreskin back to its full stretch, I started to swell and it took only a short while for them to get me erect. There were gasps and murmurs of that is a nice cock for a young boy and  it definitely needed a lot of wanking and they made sure I was rampant as six pairs of eyes had their fill. I do not know which man had the honour as they all took more turns and seemed to know when to ease off when my peak was at a high, but eventually, amid gasps and body contortions I ejaculated spears of semen into the air and they watched it splash back over my body.

What happened next was totally new as, instead of letting me come down from the pleasurable sensations I was feeling they took turns once more and continued to manipulate my now all but flaccid shaft. My balls were cupped and gently kneaded and my foreskin really stretched and as I had stopped any protesting they all looked at my nakedness even I surprised myself as new sensations started to arouse me and I swelled to another erection. I was spurred on as the men were smiling and chatty as they told each other it was a big cock for a young boy and was definitely made to give pleasure to others.

They took even longer this time in savouring my flesh, each giving a running commentary as they again stopped me from peaking at the last moment until in the end as I was bucking and breathless I begged for release. A repeat of my ejaculation splashing over me at last satisfied the me and they left me, panting and naked in the grass. I lay for ages before dressing and wending my way home and later I inspected my genitals as there was some discomfort. I panicked as there was red wealds all over my penis and the head of it had little black blotches all over it, my body below the waist was also bright pink where it had caught the sun. I was scared and resolved never to do things like that again if I went back to normal.

Of course in a few days I was back to normal and my resolve weakened but I went fishing in the river where it was crowded and there was no temptation. I guiltily went back to the pond but kept out of the corner and was disappointed when I met no one the first day, happier the next one though when one or two men did wander past even though they did not stop and speak. It was late afternoon and I was thinking of calling it a day when a small dog appeared and fussed about, fetching a small branch back each time I threw it. Two or three minutes later an elderly man joined us and asked if the dog was being a nuisance by stopping me fishing, smiling when I told him nothing was doing anyway.

Now I did not know how to recognise men's intentions at this naive stage of this new experience so I casually said I was thinking of moving over to the corner for the last hour, indicating the spot and noting his smile of interest. He carried my stuff while I pushed my bike and when I had cast out we sat and watched the float bobbing in the water and I quite quickly started to swell. He noticed and laughed as he said it looked like another rod needed using and slid his hand up my leg and took hold of my growing erection, having difficulty in getting my shorts off but eventually had me bare from the waist down. He did not take long to bring me to climax and quickly left, satisfied at watching me ejaculate.

For the rest of that holiday I spent most of my time in that spot, marvelling at the number of middle aged or older men that obviously knew about it. I was naked most of the time and lost count of the times I was masturbated by ones, twos and even watched by others that returned later for a turn thus giving me the pleasure of three ejaculations most days. The holiday ended and, hooked now on letting men pleasure me, found other spots nearer to home and was kept satisfied until the next summer holiday. Tingling with excitement I went straight to the corner the first day of the new holiday and although there was not many people around soon recognised one or two of what I now knew were last summers regulars. 

They were soon at me, knowing what easy meat I was and soon things were much the same as the previous year and I was not short of ejaculations once more. I often mused on the fact that whenever possible the men had me naked and seemed to enjoy it more if they had either another man taking part or an audience but I did not mind how many there were as long as my semen flowed. It was towards the end of the holiday when things changed dramatically as two men that were regular watchers eventually came to sit and talk after I had been brought to ejaculation for the third time that day. They fondled my genitals but got no response, laughing as they told each other that looked like that was it for the today. One of the men said they knew of a pond that was special and if I met them the next day they would be happy to take me there, having a van so they would be able to get all my stuff in.

I slept like a log and was all of a tingle while waiting for the men, wondering what was in store for me on this new day at a new place. I sat between them as we drove and the passenger wasted no time in having his hand up my shorts leg and pushed it out of the way so that his friend had a good look at my second erection of the day, the first being when I woke sporting a rampant one with the anticipation of the day ahead. We left my tackle and bike in the van and went to look at the pond and it was overgrown with reeds and vegetation, a rustic picnic table and benches were near the waters edge and two men were sitting at it. The were obviously known to the pair that had brought me and they chatted and told me not to worry as we were not there for the fishing.

I was stripped and surveyed by all and they soon had a turn each wanking me, the new men flattering me by enthusing at the size of my cock and the hardness of erection and looking very pleased when they were told that I would probably ejaculate at least three times before they had finished with me off. There was no urgency shown by this new group of men as they just kept my arousal at a pleasing level so that I gasped and wriggled on the table that they had laid me on and thoughts of a very long session played across my mind. 

I was soon in for a surprise as one of the took my cock into his mouth and sucked and bobbed his head up and down, stopping now and then to run his tongue round the rim of my now very swollen bell-end. I loved it and was soon panting and squirming as the other three had a turn doing this new thing to me. I moaned and bucked as I reached my first peak of the day, wondering what was going to happen as the man must have felt my shaft throbbing in his mouth and as I ejaculated he released me so all present could watch the semen squirt over my body.

As the murmurs of approval stopped they gently worked on me again and I was still so excited by this new twist my second erection was very quickly on me, surprising both them and me. They took advantage of it and I was treated to another round of sucking and was in seventh heaven as their wet mouths soon had my cock twitching as I rolled on the table, gasping and moaning. My spurting spears of thick semen were once again witnessed by all and shattered now I needed a long rest flopping on the table, drained but totally satisfied as I gurgled with pleasure, much to the delight of the men.

One or two attempts to get me to another erection were made but it was obvious to all that I needed time and so just one man handled me, his only reward being a slight swelling of my shaft. The men were still excited and for the first time in my life I witnessed grown men exposing themselves and one man masturbating two others. It would have been an exciting tableaux if there had been watchers as two men were kneeling either side of me on the benches having their cocks worked on by a third standing at my head while the forth at last had me swollen enough to suck on me. My arousal was slow but non of the men seemed in any hurry so I lay and enjoyed the sensation of being sucked rather hard this time and with the kneading of my balls as well was soon squirming and gasping once more.

My peak came and this time the man carried on as my cock throbbed and jerked so he took my full ejaculation while being egged on by the others. I was gaping for breath as a totally new sensation racked my writhing body as semen was sucked out of me and I could not help but cry out with the intensity of my climax which took ages to subside. I was brought to earth suddenly as the helmet of a penis was pushed into my gaping mouth and as I moved my head in the opposite direction to free myself the other man did the same. I thrashed about, this time not in pleasure but to free myself from the onslaught and thankfully they did not try again.

There was some mirth at my reluctance and the man who had just sucked me put my legs over his shoulder and I felt his bell-end at my rear entrance. I was frightened now and wriggled and struggled, managing to make it impossible for him to penetrate me and one of the others stopped him and I was able to close my legs as I told them I did not like all this new stuff they were trying. They quickly tried to calm me down and agreed between themselves that it was too soon to push me any further and they should not spoil it for another time.

I was very uneasy now, to be honest bordering on being frightened, wanting the day to be finished and my main aim was to keep the men in a good mood while protecting myself. One of the men was at my cock again and his hand was working overtime but I knew he would get nowhere from now on with my present mood. The other two were back in position on the benches and their new erections were being looked after by the forth man and once more their cocks were inches from my mouth which I kept tightly closed. It was with some relief when I had to accept the ejaculations of the two men over my face and chest as it heralded the end of the hours ordeal as the men left me sprawled on the table as they left chatting and laughing.

I had to rest for a while before taking stock of my situation, looking at the abrasions to my elbows, shoulders and back as a result of my struggles on the rough table. I was in a lot of discomfort also from the last mans treatment of my penis as his rapid hand movements had chafed my shaft in a couple of places, also there were the early signs of blood blisters from prolonged sucking on my bell-end. I was relieved to see my bike and tackle at the side of the path, told my mother my injuries were the result of my coming off the bike and a couple of days later when the pains had subsided put my fishing tackle in the corner of the shed and that was the end of my angling days. I kept away from all the known spots for the rest of the summer and on leaving school became an apprentice, my adventures with men receding into the background.

As we boys do I eventually started ogling girls my own age and older and they became my new focal point and one in particular caught my eye. My father had always been a keen motor biker, lending me the cash for my first one and on passing my test (at sixteen in those days) did it again so that I became the proud owner of a 500cc twin. Now this, don't forget, was 1956 and was the beginning of the "rockers" and teenage bikers were few but we wore the customary surplus store fur collared leather American air force flying jackets (a little later to be superseded by the black leather with white  nylon fur collar) Lee Cooper jeans, flying boots and the almost permanent cigarette drooping from the corner of the mouth so, inevitably, mothers of teenaged girls did not put us on there favourites list so as we became more friendly I had to leave the bike at home so that I could walk her close to home when she eventually let me date her...... More later.
