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Subject: Martin’s Obsession-1 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 – Interracial: M+/t+, oral, anal – – – – – Martin’s Obsession 1 I was 13 years old when the following event happened in 1962. I had found out about wanking the year before, and like most boys of my age I did quite a lot of it – helped in the main by the photographs I found in a classmate’s dog-eared Health the man had swallowed my “stuff” on purpose. “You swallowed it!” I said, shuddering with excitement. “You swallowed my stuff on purpose.” My cock was still rock-hard when Earl finally released it, along with the hold he had on my arse. “Yes, son,” he replied. “It tasted great!” He then stood up and began wanking himself off like crazy; and as he did so, I took hold of my cock and gave it a really hard squeeze. I just couldn’t take my eyes off his ebony length. I so wanted to touch that ginormous cock. “You can play with my dick next time, son,” he said, reading my thoughts. “You can even suck it, if you want to.” I smiled as Earl gave out a low groan and shed his load, which sent jets of spunk into the bushes. “Crikey! That’s a lot of stuff,” I said in admiration. “I wouldn’t be able to swallow that lot.” “You’ll be surprised how much you can gulp down, once you get a taste for it.” I watched as Earl loaded up a fingertip of spent diyarbakır escort spunk, which was oozing from his cock-head, and offered it to me. I winced and declined the offer of a taste. “Try tasting your own spunk, when you’re ready,” he suggested. “It’ll taste a bit salty, but it’s full of scrummy goodness.” “Okay,” I said. “So, what’s your name, son?’ he asked. “And did you like me playing with your dick and ball-bag?” “Martin,” I answered. “And yeah, it was terrific.” “Good, good. So when do I get to play with your dick again?” I so wanted to say, “How about now,” but I didn’t want to push my luck. “This time tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.” “Good, good. That’ll be fine,” he said, smiling. “Now don’t you go telling anyone about what we just did. Mums and dads don’t like their little darlings playing with big, black dicks. So, let’s keep it our little secret, just between you and me, and the bushes.” “Yeah, okay,” I said. “Right, I’ll be off now, Martin. You get dressed and follow me out in five minutes. Okay?” I nodded my head as Earl disappeared into the undergrowth. Of course, I had no intention of getting dressed and following my new friend out of the bushes in five minutes. I still had a stiffy, and it needed a long, hard wank before it was fully satisfied. When I did emerge from the bushes a park keeper was standing on the path, smiling at me. “Did Earl make you feel good?” he asked. “Sorry. I don’t know what you mean.” I replied. “I saw the two of you together in the clearing, so don’t deny it, boy. Earl’s known for playing around with schoolboy düzce escort cock.” “Er… That’s…” “Tell you what!” he interrupted. “My hut’s just over there. So, why don’t you step inside and I won’t tell anyone about what I saw in the clearing? Deal?” I left the park keeper’s hut exhausted. Old George had kept me inside for ages. “Thanks for that, boy,” he said. “And do come back soon. I’d like to see you naked next time.” I smiled and walked off with a spring in my step. Old George had wanked me off three times, and I had wanked him off once. ~ ~ ~ George was a wafer-thin man in his 50s. He had a good collection of Dutch magazines, which featured naked men and boys having sex. These magazines kept boys like me coming back to the hut on a regular basis. When the hut door was shut, and a school tie was hanging from the handle, a boy was having fun inside. George was also a keen amateur photographer, so when flashes of light appeared behind the hut’s curtained window, a naked boy was posing for George’s camera. I stayed away from the park at weekends. There was far too much activity going on for my liking. The place was a mecca for horny boys and generous boy-lovers. Earl’s flat was the place for me at weekends. I could walk around in the nude and pleasure Earl and his like-minded friends to my heart’s content. My obsession for coal-black cock kept me quite busy on Saturdays. Earl and his three friends would gang-bang me for hours on end. It was only when little Steve appeared on the scene that things changed. The 12-year-old blond was real cute, and very sly, selfish, and manipulative. edirne escort I didn’t stand a chance against his wily ways, so I was dropped from Earl’s Saturday team. Luckily, Lloyd stepped in and saved the day. He invited me along to a small warehouse. The single-story building stood alone, in the centre of a lorry park; and by the look of things, it hadn’t been used in years. Fabian, Lloyd’s friend, was the keyholder, and looked after the place for the absentee owner. “Hiya, boy,” Fabian said, as he unlocked the doors to the warehouse. “Hello,” I said in reply. “He’s a real good fuck,” Lloyd said, as he put his hand on my arse and gently pushed me toward the doors. “And he loves black cock.” My face went bright red as the two men played with the waistband of my shorts. There was no one around, apart from us three, but still I took a half-step away from Fabian and Lloyd. “He’s real shy,” Fabian said, as he put his arm around my waist and brought me back to the black-on-white fold. To my amazement, my shorts were unbuttoned and tugged down a little. The two men were slowly undressing me, and I was too polite to stop them. We stood outside the warehouse as my t-shirt was pulled up to expose my belly. This touchy-feely process was embarrassing me something terrible. The two men were smiling as they opened the warehouse doors and watched me rush in. I crashed to the floor when Lloyd tripped me up. “We’re not all the way in,” I said, as Fabian pulled my t-shirt off. “My legs are still outside.” I kinda crawled into the warehouse as everything I was wearing came off. “Don’t get up, Martin,” Fabian said. “Just crawl over to those two mattresses and wait for further instructions.” Inside the warehouse, the storage area was clean and well-lit. I cursed my luck as I crawled towards the mattresses. Clearly, Lloyd had a liking for humiliation.