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Subject: Harry’s House – Part 2 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teenage boys. Please send any comments to ook. And please consider donating to Nifty at fty/donate.html Gay / adult-youth: oral anal, M+/t – – – – – Harry’s House – Part 2 Gavin was the reverend’s favourite choirboy, and the twelve-year-old blond was already at the vicarage when I arrived at noon. “I’m so glad you could make it, Kevin,” said the clergyman. “I’m looking after Gavin for a few days, while his parents are away on holiday. I do believe they indulge in wife-swapping, but keep that tidbit to yourself.” I had no idea what the man was talking about, so I didn’t have a problem in keeping the tidbit to myself. “Now, I’m going to sit in that armchair,” he continued, “while you and Gavin get to know each other. Act as if I’m not here. Is that clear?” “Yes, Vic,” I replied. Reverend Wheeler’s Christian name was Victor, so Harry’s friends called him “Vic the vicar”, which he didn’t mind. However, he didn’t like the bum-boys using the nickname in any shape or form, because they had modified it to “Vic the dicker”. Of course, boys being boys, they ignored his reprimands and used it all the more. Gavin showed me his collection of cars, which were all Matchbox models. He then suggested we wrestle, because he was in the amateur wrestling team at school. Fighting and competing were definite no-nos for me, but I agreed out of politeness. We wrestled on the living-room floor until we were both hot and sweaty. “Let’s do it like the Greeks did it, in ancient Greece,” he suggested. “How did they do it, then?” I asked. “Wearing nothing at all,” he said. “In the nude.” “That sounds a bit odd,” I said, “but why not. Let’s give it a go.” We took all our clothes off and began wrestling again. We were evenly matched, so the wrestling got pretty heated. We tumbled about in unison, and pinned each other down several times. Gavin was very good at getting out of a pin-down. I was less skilful, so he sat on my chest, with his knees on my shoulders, many times. In this position, his cock and ball-sac were right in my face. I thought it was a very sexy thing to have a cock so close to my face, especially a little stiff one. The next time I was on top of him, I pinned him down in the same way. He retaliated by sucking my cock into his mouth. The wrestling match suddenly ended at that point – Gavin and I had found a new game to pursue. He sucked my cock until I climaxed. Gavin quickly asked me to reciprocate, and I eagerly complied – I just couldn’t refuse the boy with kocaeli escort bayan the rock-hard stiffy. He lay on his back, so I could get down, between his outstretched legs. Gavin’s uncut cock felt so good in my mouth. I was so glad that we had found another game to play. I licked his cock and ran my tongue over his wet cock-head. I then sucked his stem into my mouth, and worked on its length until I was rewarded with a few drops of precum. We remained naked as we played with each other until two o’clock. Then, after a break for tea, Gavin suggested something new. “Why don’t we fuck like the grown-ups do?” he said. “Good idea,” I replied, as Vic leaned forward in his chair to get a better look. Gavin told me to kneel down and bend over the coffee table. He then got behind me and played with my cock and ball-sac, as he licked my arse-crack and blew warm air at my puckered anus. A jar of Vaseline then appeared on the table beside me. “The Vaseline will help,” he said, as he greased up his cock and my arsehole. He eased my arse-cheeks apart and pressed his hard-standing cock against my anus. I shuddered when his stem entered my arsehole, and then pushed in deeper. It didn’t hurt, because I was used to larger cocks, but he did fucked me like a sex-mad rabbit. And when it was all over, he pulled out and slapped my arse. Some twenty minutes later, Gavin was on his knees and bending over the coffee table. I spread his arse-cheeks apart and greased up his puckered hole with Vaseline. I then pushed my Vaseline-coated stiffy into his arsehole. “Nice one,” he said. “That feels great.” I couldn’t believe how good it felt, or how tight his arse-lips felt around my stem. I fucked him until I squirted a few drops of precum into his hole. And after that, we had a bath and spent the rest of the afternoon sucking Vic’s cock. “Did you have a good time?” asked Vic, as I left the vicarage. “Yes! Gavin’s great,” I said. “That’s good,” he said. “Now you cut along and I’ll see you back here tomorrow, at noon. * * * When I arrived at the vicarage the next day, Vic led me upstairs and into his bedroom. He then began to undress as I looked at Gavin in total amazement. The boy was completely naked and tied to a chair with an impressive array of ropes. He was gagged with loops of rope, and bound to the chair with a dozen or more ropes. “C’mon, Kevin,” he said. “Get those clothes off. Let’s see you bare-arsed and raw. Quick now!” Vic’s flaccid cock was impressively long, with a foreskin that went beyond the end of his knob by a good half-inch. The man’s cock looked like a large, pink earthworm. And his hairless ball-sac was truly massive. The minute I was naked, I got into the king-size bed. Vic quickly kocaeli sınırsız escort flung the covers over me and pulled me close. I then felt his growing cock poking me in the crotch. I was truly overwhelmed when he kissed me on the lips, and then stuck his tongue into my mouth. A minute or so later, he disappeared under the covers and began sucking my cock, until it produced a few drops of precum. It tickled when his tongue licked the tip of my cock-head clean. He then reappeared and forced me under the covers. I was guided down and put to work, with his hand on the back of my head. Needless to say, my lips were soon in contact with his rubbery foreskin. In the gloom, I watched as he pulled the foreskin back to expose his shiny cock-head. My tongue licked his piss-slit; and then, a few seconds later, the man was face-fucking me. “Suck my cock, Kevin,” he purred. “Make me fill up your mouth with spunk.” I bobbed my head up and down until he suddenly climaxed. He then placed his hand on the back of my head again and forced my nose against his pubic bone. I gagged as I desperately tried to swallow his seed. While we lay side by side later, he placed my hand on his cock and took hold of mine. We stroked each other until we both had erections again. “I want to fuck you, son,” he said. “Are you okay with that?” “Yes,” I replied. “But what about Gavin, shouldn’t we untie him now?” “No,” he said. “Gavin likes to be tied up like that. And he likes to watch sinners being fucked by me. So let’s get to it.” He pulled me to the centre of the bed, on my back, and knelt between my legs. “Lift your legs up, son,” he ordered, “and keep ’em spread apart. Hold ’em in place with your hands, if need be, but keep ’em up and apart.” He reached for a jar of Vaseline and greased up my arsehole. He then pulled back his foreskin and greased up his cock with plenty of the lubricant. After he tossed the jar aside, he took hold of my ankles and rested my heels against his shoulders, before penetrating my arsehole. Just like Gavin, Vic fucked me like a sex-mad rabbit. And when it was all over, I moaned with pleasure as he filled me up with spunk. “What did it feel like, son?” he asked. “It felt real tight at this end.” “It felt great!” I said, between sighs. “And it still does.” “Good, good,” he said. “Now, would you like to get up and pee?” “Yes,” I replied. I got up and apologised for the spunk spots on the sheet. “Don’t worry,” he said. “These sheets will be covered in stains before the day is over.” He followed me into the bathroom and stood behind me; and then held my cock while I peed. When I’d finished, he washed my cock and arsehole with a warm flannel. After a break izmit anal yapan escort for tea, and still naked, we returned to the bedroom to fuck again: doggy style this time. We spent the rest of the day sucking and fucking in the bedroom. * * * Howard was one of Harry’s like-minded friends. He owned May’s Photography Studio in the high street. I had been photographed by him several times: school photos, family portraits, etc., so I decided to bump into him, literally, and see if he remembered me. “Sorry, Mr. May,” I said, as we collided outside his shop. “I’m in a hurry to meet my friend, George. He’s waiting for me outside the cinema.” “That’s okay, son,” he said, smiling. “Now cut along and meet your friend.” “Well, that didn’t go to plan,” I thought. “And mentioning George’s name didn’t seem to pique the man’s curiosity.” The next day, I was walking past Mr. May’s shop when he came out to speak to me. “Hello, Kevin,” he said. “Did you meet your friend yesterday?” “Oh, yes,” I lied. “We had a great time.” “Would you like to do me a big favour?” he asked. “The model I booked for today is ill. He was supposed to do some modelling for me, upstairs in the studio, but he’s got a terrible cold. Would you like to take his place? It’s just catalogue work, but it pays well.” “Catalogue work?” I queried. “Yes, modelling pyjamas and underwear for mail order catalogues,” he replied. “I bet you’d look good in a pair of pyjamas.” We both looked at one another in a knowing way. Howard had clearly talked to George overnight, and was now testing the waters to see if I would make a willing model. * * * “This is my studio, Kevin,” he said. “Make yourself at home. Would you like a cup of tea, or a glass of lemonade?” “A lemonade, please,” I replied. Howard disappeared to fetch the lemonade. The studio was large and cluttered with lights and tripods. There were scores of photographs on the walls, and some depicted Gavin in striped pyjamas. “Here you are, Kevin,” he said, as he handed me a glass of lemonade. “I’d like for you to wear a pair of swimming trunks, if you don’t mind. They’re only for a test shoot; just to see if the camera likes you. The red trunks are probably too small, but the blue ones are far too large. We don’t want you standing there in the nude, with the blue trunks around your ankles.” We both laughed as we looked at one another in a knowing way. “You can change in the next room, if you’re shy,” he said, smiling. I went into the adjoining room and took off my clothes; and as I picked up the swimming trunks, Howard walked in. “These yellow ones might be better,” he said, looking me up and down. “The label inside reads ‘medium’, so they’ll be a much better fit.” “Okay,” I said, a little embarrassed. “No need to blush, Kevin,” he said. “You look fantastic in the nude. Maybe we should do the test without the swimming trunks. What do you say?” I dropped the red trunks and picked up the glass of lemonade. I then gulped down the lemonade as Howard stepped forward.

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