MEMORIES by Ant-Boy@Hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009] Chapter 3
In a way I was very lucky in as much that after I.d finished my catering course I was able to stay with John and started, in a small way, in business on my own. At first just dinner parties for some of John.s friends and acquaintances, with or without a show afterwards, also after a while some straight business as well. It was taking time to build up and when John died suddenly and left me some money I decided to move, settling just outside Cambridge where I started up again. From time to time I visited London or one or the nearby towns to find casual sex but always found myself wanting something more satisfying.
Coming up to twenty-three I had started to wonder if I was to become just a frustrated dirty old man, so to speak, and never meet anyone I could have a real relationship with. Then one Sunday morning, shortly before 2.0.clock I was driving home from a club in Norwich. I was giving two coloured men a lift to the USAF base who.d had lost their driver somewhere. I.d noticed them in the club several times but always thought they were tied up with each other and so I.d never done more than pass the time of day even „though I fancied them both rotten.
Driving out of Norwich, in the course of our conversation, I discovered they were in fact brothers who had just finished their tours of duty and stayed on in England to work on the camp. The reason they were always together was the fact they liked to share any sex they had. Without really thinking I told them they could share me any time they wished and as our conversation progressed it seemed we had in fact quite a lot in common. They were both well-built six footers in shorts and T-shirts, Being midsummer I was dressed in sports shorts only, having removed my top to dance and not bothered to replace it. About half way home there was a picnic site where I usually stopped, to have a coffee from my flask in the boot and to see what was available in the toilets.
There were five other cars there that night when I pulled in and between us we knew all of them and in which way their inclinations lay. From our earlier conversation the brothers knew I had a bag in the boot with wrist, ankle and neck straps, also that under my shorts I only wore a leather support exposing my arse plus a cock and ball chain. At their suggestion I got the bag out and changed while we had our coffee, also removing my shorts. They decided we would get out of the car, myself being as dressed, (or undressed), as I was, go over to the toilet and take it from there.
It felt odd walking up to the toilet under the light knowing people from the cars were watching, somehow different from doing so indoors. When we entered there were a couple of other men just messing around but John and Andrew carried on as if we were the only people there. I was told to crouch down with my back to the urinal while John unzipped his fly and pulled out around seven inches of black meat that, after bashing me across the face with a couple of time, he proceeded to push into my mouth and told me to suck.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Andrew pull out an almost identical weapon, which he used to piss with, and then took John.s place and told me to lick it clean. By now most of the other men had come in to see what was happening, all standing around massaging their cocks and in a couple of cases openly masturbating. John offered me as being available and several had a go at my mouth. I was told to lie on the floor on my back and after wiping their trainers on me John stood with his feet resting on my outstretched hands and Andrew on my ankles and they suggested the others had a wank over me.
Needless to say they had several takers. During this time we.d heard several more cars turn up but as someone or other had always taken a quick look outside, knew that all was OK. I was told to walk outside and made to lie over a picnic table where John gave me the hardest fuck I could remember for a long time and Andrew had a go at my face. All this was going on with an audience cheering them on and I could feel some of them jacking off over my back.
When they had finished we went back to the car and after a quick wipe over with a towel I drove them back to my place, without putting any clothes on, where they both had me again, just reversing their positions. We started to meet quite regularly met regularly after that and soon they moved in with me.
The brothers as I had come to call them had been living with me and working on the USAF base for half a year when we received the good news they were to be issued with work permits. When the bases reduced in size and they were out of a job we were afraid they would not be allowed to stay in the country but after we got together they used to help me out and even though we catered for „straight. dinners and parties we all enjoyed the odd gay ones where they would serve the guests dressed in tight white shorts and nothing else. We got quite a good reputation in the region and had bookings from over 100 miles away. As we had had made a rule never to mix business with pleasure unless well paid and I always charged for distance as well as supplies we didn.t mind the travel.
Anyway, it also gave us the opportunity to visit other picnic sites on our way back and in that way we found several that met up with our inclinations. When we met we were all in our early to mid twenties, the boys being what I called a nice dark brown rather than black, five foot ten and five foot eleven with short dark curly hair. Well built but not stocky, very little body hair and an even colour all over. As we all worked out, after a fashion and I usually had a reasonable tan, I reckon we all looked reasonable without being over the top. As an easy description I used to say they were rugby players and I was a footballer. By the time this story ends we were all in our late twenties, but I have to admit still looked like late teens in a good (or poor) light. The brothers both had real good sized black cocks with a circumference in proportion. Paul had no body hair except round his cock and John just a little on his chest you had to look for in order to find. They were 5.10" and 5.11" respectively and as I was just less than 6. we went together well. They were both quite well built, being used to manual work and as I was slim with fair hair I know we looked good together when they made use of my body with an audience.
About a year after we.d all met, we had been down south to cater for a gay dinner party and on the way back the brothers suggested a detour to a site just off the M25 we knew off as a special treat. I never worked out if it was a treat for them or meant to be a treat for me. From the moment we drove into the parking area I had to do exactly what they said but the preludes had been enacted often enough by now for me to start without any prompting. I got out a couple of sports bags we kept in the boot and got into the back of the car while they both got in the front. They usually changed into shorts and trainers, sometimes leather and sometimes denim. Maybe a body harness on one and a strap or two on the other, both with cock rings and then shell tops to be on the safe side. They would carry a bag with an old shell suit and towel for me plus various other implements, as you will see.
I had to change into next to nothing but it took a good fifteen to twenty minutes to do so. Having striped right off I would put leather straps round my ankles and wrists that had D rings attached. Then a leather three way cock, ball and stretcher that in turn was attached to a chain round my waist and two more under and over my buttocks. Over this I would have a tight leather jock strap that also left my buttocks free and over that a pair of sports shorts. I would wear an upper body harness that we knew from experience was strong enough to support my weight and a chain round my neck. An old pair of trainers and they considered me ready for the offering.
Then we would usually sit for a while with a cup of coffee and a couple of reefers before they would make me get out and stand where at least some of the other cars could see me. After a few moments they would also get out and attach a lead to the chain round my neck and bend me over the car bonnet and beat me a few times. If it was muddy they would wipe their shoes on me and then having removed my shorts lead me off into the woods, making sure we passed in front of several cars on the way. This was what they called the come on and I have to admit that it usually worked.
A little way into the woods there were a couple of picnic tables that obviously had quite a different usage during the day. They would stretch me out on one, face down with my head off one end and my wrists and ankles fastened with luggage elastics to the frame. As I said that bag carried quite a lot of toys. They would lay a couple of light weight canes on the seat that sounded worse than they really were but hurt all the same and then fade away into the shrubbery to see what would happen. We usually got followed and sooner or later I would hear voices around me and someone a little bolder than the rest would start to fondle me or smack me, then the others would join in and I would get beaten and finger pushed up my arse, hands working on my tits and after a while Find a cock pushed in my mouth which usually got joined by one up my arse.
When this happened the brothers would come out and tell them to use me as they wanted but not to come inside me, just over me. There would always be several takers and as soon as one cock was pulled out of my arse or mouth and I felt it come over my back or face there would be another to replace it. By this time the brothers had usually removed their shorts as well and when things slacked off they would enter me, one at either end. By this time there was usually an audience and they would really get into it fucking in and out alternately so I was being rammed back and forth between them as much as the straps would allow. They would often come at much the same time and the sound of me gagging and groaning would bring some of the others back for another session.
Then the brothers would release me and turn me over with my arms fastened and my legs pulled up to my body leaving me arse open and exposed and my head falling off the back of the table. That.s when the canes came out again and sometimes a multi stranded whip, which they would use on my chest and tits. They liked to see my body abused as well as used and would quite often have a piss over me to mix with the cum that by now usually half covered my body. Then they would go round and take turns at my face leaving the rest of me available to who ever wanted. I would end up beaten and covered in piss and cum and the brothers idea of enjoyment was for me to put my old shell suit on and drive them home without cleaning up where they would make me strip before they both had me again.
On the night in question we arrived rather early, around eleven and had already been in the woods for one session where they had just made me walk around and offered my body to a couple of attractive butch leather lads. Unfortunately they were on their way home and apart from a little rough handling said we were too late for them but they knew of a couple of possible lads who lived close and might be interested but were not really very experienced and would require instruction in how to make use of my body properly. They said they would let them know the situation as they passed if we would still be around in half an hour or so.
Of course the brothers said yes and as the lads made their way off through the woods we went back to the car. It was one of those mild summer nights, almost a full moon and comfortable to be stripped off outdoors. We just messed around by the car, had a coffee and another reefer until half an hour had passed. The brothers decided they would wait to see if these other lads turned up as they fancied seeing me used by someone young and new, also even if they didn.t appear there was still plenty of time for me to undergo the usual ritual. When they decided the time was right I was taken back into the woods to where we had met the others and had my arms pulled above my head and tied to a thick branch that jutted out above above my head. My feet were flat on the ground but I couldn.t move much without them losing contact so I had to just stand and take whatever came my way. All I had on apart from the usual chains and straps was the leather jock and an old pair of trainers.
The brothers sat down at a nearby picnic table and we waited to see what would happen or who would appear. For a while it seemed as though we were out of luck and the John and Paul had in fact wandered off to see if anyone else was around when I heard voices and from the corner of my eye saw six youths cycle into the clearing. They were all in their late teens, looked clean and were wearing a mixture of shorts, torn denims, T-shirts and trainers. I heard the bikes being put down and voices whispering along the lines of; " He told us didn.t he", "It.s why we came down here", and " I.m going to anyway". With which one of them came up behind me and carefully put his hand on my shoulder.
Getting bolder he brushed it down to my tit, which he gently tweaked, and I moaned more than was necessary in the hope of encouraging him. He jerked back but when I made no further protest became bolder and placed both hands round me and started to pinch on them both. Then I heard Johns voice saying, "its better if you can see the pain in his eyes when you do that, why not go round the front and another one of you can beat his arse." "Can I really?" said another and a moment later I knew John had handed him a cane as he started to lay into me. I heard John giving him instructions as how to use it properly whilst another lad came round front with Paul and was shown how to work on my tits. Anyone want to use the whip John said and the glee in the voice replying made me glad it had been softened as I knew what was coming next.
While the boy behind me irregularly beat my arse another one started on my chest, tits and cock and balls with the whip. I could tell what he really liked from the attention he paid my cock. Even with the leather jock and the softened whip he made quite an impression on me there. Then Paul said, "He should be ready for something new now," and let me down and led me to the picnic table where I was bent over and had my arms strapped down again, leaving my arse up in the air somewhat. John and Paul both dropped their pants to a few gasps and without warning I had a black cock in my mouth, trying not to gag. "Any of you want to fuck the other end?" Paul said, "Just come on him, not in him", and after some discussion I felt a cock roughly push inside.
He may not have had much practice but very soon got into the feel of it and was in fact just feeling comfortable when he pulled out and with a gasp shot all over my back. I had no time to relax before I felt another cock ram in, more roughly this time, and start to fuck with the same result only to be replaced with a third. At this moment John came in my mouth and hardly giving me time to swallow was replace by Paul. I was very glad to feel the other lads cum splatter over my back, feeling shagged and shattered and god only knows what. Paul pulled out then and decided to cum over my face to more gasps from the audience we now had.
I.ll say one thing for the boys, they may not have been very experienced but were quick learners and I felt at least one pair of hands wipe over my back and face and a couple of fingers push slyly into my mouth to be licked. I was untied then and stood up to see we had quite an audience and that most of the boys were striped as well. Some of the older onlookers were eyeing them up but could see they had no chance with what the brothers were offering and quite a few of them were openly wanking. I was made to lie down and Paul got some of the boys to hold my legs and arms while he whipped my tits and cock again and then offered me to any who wanted to wank over my body. I was quickly surrounded by a group all wanking as hard as they could till I felt I was covered in cum.
He then asked the boys if they wanted a piss and a couple of them managed it, the one who had so enjoyed working on my cock earlier taking great joy in aiming at my face and open mouth. By now I was so far gone I hardly heard Paul say "Any of you for a second helping?" but was glad when only one took him up and made me kneel up while he fucked my face. That night I was quite incapable of driving home and don.t really have a very clear memory of what John and Paul did with me when we got there but did remember them telling the lads when we would be back and saying they could practice on me to their hearts content. I didn.t know how I felt about being used as a teaching aid for six fit young men but knew I would find out soon enough.
I found out later that John and Paul had exchanged phone numbers with a couple of the lads and whenever we were in that area and stooped off at the site, three or four of them were always waiting or turned up soon after. They certainly learnt very quickly and by the end of the summer needed no encouragement to use my body as they wished. An audience seemed to turn them on as well; certainly they had no inhibitions about performing in front of one. By now the brothers had told them the only rules were no permanent damage or scars and usually to cum over me, so quite often they would let the boys take me away and just follow on behind as observers until they felt ready to use me themselves.
I was even made to go down in the winter, „though without the water sports thank goodness, dressed in the chains with a leather jock, jeans and a leather jacket I would be set up for a quick one, several times had my jacket removed and jeans dropped, bent over a picnic table and fucked when there was snow on the ground. I always had to spend a good ten minutes in the car to recover from the cold afterwards before being taken out again. A couple of times when it was raining and the temperature was only just into double figures they had me strip in the car and then get out and walk up and down in front of the other cars just wearing the jock and chains with the rain pouring down on me and it was surprising how many sets of headlights would come on then.
There was a late snow in the following Spring but the temperature was much warmer than expected when we got down one night and they had me hanging from a branch and people throwing snowballs at me, the idea being that the first one to hit my cock got the choice of fucking whatever end they wanted. That was the evening when we met a man with a transit van with some dirty bags on the floor who offered my boys the use of it if he could watch.
The other boys weren't there but almost everyone else got in and watched John and Paul work me over, then I was turned on my back and after getting people to hold my wrists and ankles I was stretched out and used as a toilet and wanked over and then John let the driver fuck my arse.
He had me turned back over and stuck his cock in with a bang that made my eyes water so I cried out but all he did was laugh and after getting some of the others to hold my wrists proceeded to fuck me, it seemed forever, all the time pinching and pulling my tits. Every time he rammed in my cock and balls were bashed against the floor and I cried out which just seemed to turn him on more. He told them to hold my wrists and arms tighter and to spread- eagle them. Then he started to nearly withdraw before ramming in again. My cock and balls were being battered, my arse was being battered, and my tits were being battered and if I.d been stretched any more I am sure something would have given.
I don.t usually cry out but each time he rammed in and crushed my balls he grabbed hold of my tits and I yelled. I swear his cock got larger and the feeling of relief as I felt him gush inside me was immense „though even then he didn.t stop but continued for several more minutes. Then he just knelt there and I could feel his cock start to shrink but even then it was a considerable size. I started to move but he said to hang on as he hadn.t finished yet. I thought it would take him ages to get another erection when to my surprise I felt just that and he started again, and this time seemed to go on and on forever. It took me over a week to recover from that session and the brothers said they wouldn.t allow it again. I must admit that when there was another session like that I was as ready as they when it got really serious so can.t really blame them for allowing it.