Subject: Mr. Moore-2 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to fty). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Gay – Adult-Youth: M+/t, oral, anal – – – – – Mr. Moore – Part 2 Come Saturday morning, Harry and I were sitting in his car, waiting for the rain to stop. “You ready for today’s sex-romp, Liam?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, “I’m looking forward to it.” “Good, that’s what I want to hear.” Gordon opened his front door and waved. He was in his early sixties, with salt and pepper hair. He looked well fit and ex-military. Harry got out of the car and told me to follow him. It was still raining, so we ran across the driveway and jostled to get undercover, inside the narrow porchway. “Take him through to the living-room, Harry,” Gordon said. “We can say our helloes there.” The living-room was large and well appointed. However, in addition to the usual furniture, there was a tubular steel frame that supported a wide, hammock-like, strap. “Welcome, Liam,” Gordon said. “I’m so glad you could make it today. Harry has told me so much about you.” “He does tend to exaggerate,” I said, smiling. “He’s bias, you see.” “Only because I’ve seen the best side of you, Liam,” Harry said. “Do you want to see the best side of me now?” I asked. “No,” Gordon replied. “Keep your clothes on for now, and wait here.” Harry and I sat on a leather sofa, whilst Gordon disappeared upstairs. “What’s that, Harry?” I asked. “It looks ultra-weird.” “You lie in it, with your legs spread wide apart and strapped up,” he replied. “Then Gordon and the boys fuck you up the arse. It’s called a sling.” Some ten minutes later, Gordon and three other men entered the room. They were all stark-bollock-naked, and looked very pleased to see me sitting there. Gordon told me to stand up and say, “hello”. “Pleased to meet you, Liam,” Eddie said, as he and his friends introduced themselves to me. “Now strip off, boy,” Gordon said. “But leave your underpants on.” I took my clothes off and handed them to Harry, who folded them up and put them on a small table, with my shoes. “Nice body, son,” Warren said. “Yes,” Don said. “Harry certainly knows how to pick the right boy for the right job.” “Nice underpants,” Eddie said. “White Y-fronts are the best.” “C’mon, Gordon,” Don said. “Tell him to show us his arse.” “Okay, Liam,” Gordon said. “Lose the Y-fronts and give us a twirl.” Oohs and aahs filled the room as I slowly removed my Y-fronts. “Nice arse,” Don said. “A bare arse is so-o-o scrummy.” I spun around a couple of times, and then stood there as the men groped me. I so wanted to reach out and grab a cock or two, but thought better of it. “Bend anadolu yakası escort over and show us your arsehole, boy,” Gordon ordered. “Yes!” Eddie said. “Spread those arse-cheeks and give us a peek.” I bent over and spread my arse-cheeks, showing the men what I had on offer. More oohs and aahs filled the room. The men clearly liked what they were looking at. A few minutes later, Harry left the room with all my clothes. This confused me a great deal, and got me worried. I listened for the opening and closing of the front door, thinking that he might be leaving me in the lurch. However, a noise from upstairs set my mind at rest. Harry was probably getting naked upstairs and would be down soon. I then heard the front door open and close. “Hiya, Liam,” Frank said, as he grabbed hold of my cock and ball-sac. “I’ll be filming your debut today with my cine-camera. So, I want to see this cock nice and stiff during the close-ups.” I hadn’t been told about the cine-camera – Harry didn’t say the sex-romp would be filmed. Everything was going awry, so I began to worry some more. Gordon noticed my concern, but mistook it for impatience. “C’mon!” he barked. “The boy wants some cock. His arse is hungry for dick, so throw him into the sling and strap him in. Let’s fuck his brains out.” Someone slapped my arse as I was pushed towards the sling. Hands grabbed my arms and legs; and then on Gordon’s signal, I was lifted high into the air. The men strapped me in, with my arms outstretched and my legs spread wide apart. I felt so wicked lying there, surrounded by so many randy men. The men lined up, with their cocks sticking straight out. “Who was going to be the first man in?” I thought. “Where’s Harry?” Don asked. “And where’s the Vaseline?” “He’s upstairs,” Gordon said, “with Ken and Nick. They’re in the bathroom, getting Nick ready for the afternoon session.” “And the Vaseline?” Don asked. “Where’s the finger-man put the jar.” “The new finger-man has it here,” Eddie said, holding up a jar of Vaseline. “I’m gonna be greasing up the boys today. Harry knows who to trust on that score.” “Fuck off!” Frank snapped. “It should be me. I’m Harry’s backup man.” “Good idea,” Warren said. “Greasy fingers all over the camera lens. That’ll work.” “Oh! Right,” Frank said. “I didn’t think of that.” The men laughed as they stroked their cocks and waited for Eddie to work his magic. He greased me up good and proper, and certainly did a good job of finger-fucking me as well. The man took his time, and didn’t let his friends rush things. “C’mon, Fast Eddie,” Warren said. “Put some welly into it. We ain’t got all day.” I oohed and aahed as “Fast Eddie” rubbed me up the right way. Harry had cleaned me out earlier, in his bathroom, so I had been rubbed up the right way twice that morning. Apparently, Harry had been let down by another ankara anal escort boy, who just wasn’t ready to take on Gordon’s friends. Nick had already been pencilled in for the afternoon session, so that just left me to take care of the morning session. “Chop-chop,” Gordon said. “That’s enough fingering, Eddie. Let’s take Liam for a ride.” “Nice,” Don said, as Gordon kicked off the fuck-fest. “Switch that camera on, Frank. We don’t want to miss a second of this session. A lot of my friends will want to see this virgin fuck.” Gordon slowly eased his cock into my tight arsehole. The pain was overwhelming at first, but it did fade as the man fucked me for a good ten minutes. He then pulled out to let Don have a go. Don was in his late twenties, and super fit. He had short, brown hair and looked ex-military. In fact, all the men looked like hard-nosed ex-soldiers. “Maybe they’re all from the same battalion,” I thought. “The Fuck-the-boys Battalion.” Don fucked me to an earth-shattering climax, and left a five-star impression on my arse. I was loving this fuck-fest. Eddie and Warren were both three-star fucks. They weren’t that good-looking, but their cocks were truly awesome. Unfortunately, they were both outshone by Gordon. He fucked me like a caring mentor. “Spool change,” Frank announced. “Give the boy a drink. He looks done in.” Yes, I was huffing and puffing, and sweating like a pig. I gulped down the lemonade and waited for Frank to change out the film spool. “Who’s up next?” Gordon asked, as he wiped me down with a damp towel. “Frank or George, the late comer?” Frank was a wash out, a one-star fuck at best. He looked okay, but he was more voyeur than anything else, and seemed more interested in my cock. I figured he was a cock-sucker, and only there because he owned a cine-camera. George was a four-star wonder. He took me for a very long ride; and after another glass of lemonade, he took me around again. He was a rugged looking man, with a scar on his left shoulder. He liked wanking me off as he fucked my arse. He should have been a five-star fuck, but he brought me off too soon. “That’s done it,” Gordon said. “You’ve finished him off, before my second poke.” “Sorry, sarge,” George said. “I got carried away.” “Again!” Don put in. “You should fuck ’em with your hands tied behind your back.” “Old kinky’s talking again,” Eddie said. “The man wants us all tied up, so he can whip our arses.” “And what’s wrong with that?” Don asked. “Your arses are all going to waste. It’s all dick, dick, dick with you lot.” Apart from me and Don, everyone else in the room laughed. Apparently, outside the group, Don was a leather-clad biker. He liked to pick up men and whip their arses. “Right!” Gordon barked. “Stand down and let me try to fire him up again.” George pulled out and let Gordon take his place. The old man grabbed ankara anal yapan escort my thighs and slipped his cock inside my sore and throbbing hole. It felt okay, but the fire in my belly had definitely gone out. I was truly knackered, so Gordon pulled out and told Frank to stop filming. ~ ~ ~ After a hot bath, I came down to watch the afternoon session. Nick looked a lot like me. He was tall and ultra-thin, and looked so fuckable in the nude. His cock-sucking skills were better than average, and he sighed a lot to encourage his fans. Harry and Ken stood beside Nick and stroked away like mad. The rest of the men waited in twos for their turn – Gordon had organised a two-cock relay for the boy, with Frank filming it all. I sat on the sofa and watched my replacement suck cock. He was good, but not as good as me – clearly I was bias, and a tad jealous. Don and Eddie were up next. They were more pushy, so they grabbed Nick’s head to get a better suck. Nick took it all in his stride – he clearly knew how to keep a pair of cocks in harness. However, he did gag on George’s stem when it was rammed down his throat. It must have took him by surprise. “Fuck, he’s a real firecracker,” George said, “and mad-keen on all this cock-sucking stuff.” I was getting a little miffed. No one had asked me to suck cock. They just dumped me in the sling and filled up my arsehole with military grade spunk. “Spool change,” Frank said. “Give him a drink, Ken. Let him wash it all down with…’ “Vodka and orange,” Nick interrupted. “I could murder a Screwdriver right now.” “Fuck off,” Gordon snapped. “Lemonade is all you’re getting, boy. I don’t want no drunk kid spoiling the session.” “Good!” I thought. “Nick needs telling off.” “Suit yourself, sarge,” Nick said. “Let’s make a move, Liam. The man just told me to fuck off.” The negotiations lasted a good half-hour. Ken and George came down on Nick’s side; the rest came down on Gordon’s side – I just twiddled my thumbs on the sofa. The breakthrough came when Nick stood up and wiggled his arse. The vodka and orange he received was just a small one. The sling was adjusted to accommodate Nick. “Grease him up good, Eddie,” Gordon snarled. “Let’s make this session a marathon. And no stopping for drinks or spool changes.” All the men fucked my schoolmate to a noisy and sweaty finish. And as I sat and watched, it looked like Nick was loving every minute of it. “Not so cocky now,” Gordon said to Nick, as he squeezed the boy’s cock. “Maybe we should keep you strapped down for a bit longer, and have another poke tonight.” “You ain’t got it in you, grandad,” Nick said, straining against his leather restraints. Gordon squeezed Nick’s cock again, and then switched to the boy’s nipples. “Let’s see what an old man can do with these two beauties,” Gordon said, smiling. A gag was needed to keep the decibels down. Nick bounced around in his bonds as Gordon worked him over. He almost brought the frame down when the man began to tickle Nick’s feet. Meanwhile, I was sucking on the magnificent seven in the background. I sat on the sofa as the line of cocks moved from left to right, and then back again. It was strenuous work, but someone had to do it.