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Subject: My 1962 Caravan Holiday-3 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. All comments welcome. Gay – Adult-Youth: M+/t+, oral, anal, – – – – – My 1962 Caravan Holiday 3 The next day, Mr. Brown sat on the back seat and watched me strip off completely. The Rover was again parked in the lay-by on the edge of the wood. I was very excited as the two men talked about how sexy I looked in the nude. “His arse looks so cute, Paul,” Mr. Brown said. “Yes, Steve,” Mr. Smith said. “And he’s real keen and compliant when it comes to sucking cock. He can’t get enough of it.” The two men continued to talk about me as I sat back and toyed with my stiffy. elazığ escort I was showing off, and the two men were eager to encourage my bravado. “Would you like to suck my cock, Kevin?” Steve asked. I smiled as the man showed me his hard-standing cock. It was uncut and a tad shorter than Paul’s eight-inch stem, and there was no sign of any pubic hair. “No!” Paul snapped, as I tried to clamber over the front seat. “Get out and go round the front.” I stopped in my tracks and blushed. The man wanted me to walk round the car in the nude. “No! Not on your nelly,” I said. “Someone might see me.” “Who’s going to see you, boy?” Steve said. “Apart from me and Paul.” “I don’t mind climbing over the seat,” I said, as Steve leaned forward and opened the front passenger door from the inside. The tussle for the door-handle lasted several long minutes. “Go round,” Steve said. “No one is going to see you. The road’s elvankent escort blocked off at the far end, so no one comes down here anymore.” “He’s too scared,” Paul said, as he reached out and squeezed my cock. When the skylarking was over, I was angry and red-faced. I then thought I saw someone hiding in the undergrowth, watching me. “That was fun,” Steve said, as I climbed over the seat and sat down beside him. “Now suck my cock!” I so wanted to bite his cock clean off, but I settled down and went to work on his shiny cock-head. I had been embarrassed and humiliated by the two men, but still I wanted to please them. ~ ~ ~ Over the following days, and not wearing a stitch of clothing, I was ‘encouraged’ to have sex with Paul and Steve in the car. Only once did I see a vehicle – an old tractor – pass the Rover in the lay-by. My heart was racing away like billy-o, but the tractor eryaman escort driver didn’t seem to see me in the car. One Saturday afternoon, the Rover stayed in the lay-by for hours. Russell, a 14-year-old boy from Dave’s school, was invited to get naked in the car and fuck me. Unfortunately, even with lots of Vaseline, I wasn’t prepared for Russell’s youthful exuberance. He fucked me like a crazy person, and then fucked me twice more. Steve took dozens of photographs of our first, second and third mating. I was sweating buckets as Russell fucked me on the back seat. “He’s knacked, Russell,” Paul said. “Stand down and give him a rest.” “Nah,” Russell said. “He’s just the right size for me, and his arsehole is real tight.” “Not now it isn’t,” Steve said. “You’ve fucked him three time, so stand down and give him a blow.” Russell reluctantly withdrew his cock and let me go. A cool breeze from an open window caressed my sweaty arse-cheeks as Steve took a few more photographs. “I need a drink,” I said. “Is there any Tizer left?” “Yes,” Paul said. “Here you go.” I sat up and finished off the bottle of Tizer. I then sat back and watched Russell being fucked by Paul initially, and then Steve.

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