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 I loved my new school, the only problem being that classmates were from all
over the county and WHOOPEE half of them were girls so my circle of friends
was small but exciting.  A thirteen year old boy though is in a brand new
world though not thought of as an adult but then not a young child so the
world is his oyster.  My cousin took me angling a few times and I liked it
so he gave me some of his old kit and I often went on my own at weekends
and during holidays.

   My first summer break turned out to be very hot weather, not conducive
to fishing but it did not deter me and I went further abroad, cycling to a
large lake that was not much used in the week, divesting myself of all
clothing except shorts and sandals.  The fish were not biting and by early
afternoon I was thinking about packing up when a small dog found me and
enjoyed the fuss I made of it.  Three elderly men appeared and it turned
out one of them was its owner and they stopped for a chat, asking me if I
had been catching.  I told them of my disappointment and was informed that
I was in the wrong place for such a hot day, pointing to a spot at one end
of the lake that had bushes at the waters edge and tall grass everywhere.

   I let them lead me to the spot they said would be best and had
difficulty casting over the bushes but after a while got fairly good at it.
He men sat on the grass and eventually told me to take a break and sit in
the sun, all saying that four of us could easily see if the fish started
biting.  I sat near them and they teased me by saying I had a good tan and
must spend lots of time in the open air and did I ever get completely
undressed, I was embarrassed and crimson as I vehemently denied ever doing
that.  The men made light of it and said they would not mind if I did but
still blushing I declined and they continued ribbing me and asked if I
needed help with my shorts.

   There was a sudden flurry of movement and two of the men held me down as
the third made short work of removing my shorts so I was naked and they
took no notice of my protesting as their hands roamed all over my body,
taking turns handling my genitals.  I supposed it was because this was not
the first time I had been handled in this way and even though I was
panicking that, as each man drew my foreskin back to its full stretch, I
started to swell and it took only a short while for them to get me erect.
There were gasps and murmurs of that is a nice cock for a young boy and it
definitely needed a lot of wanking and they made sure I was rampant as six
pairs of eyes had their fill.  I do not know which man had the honour as
they all took more turns and seemed to know when to ease off when my peak
was at a high, but eventually, amid gasps and body contortions I ejaculated
spears of semen into the air and they watched it splash back over my body.

   What happened next was totally new as, instead of letting me come down
from the pleasurable sensations I was feeling they took turns once more and
continued to manipulate my now all but flaccid shaft.  My balls were cupped
and gently kneaded and my foreskin really stretched and as I had stopped
any protesting they all looked at my nakedness even I surprised myself as
new sensations started to arouse me and I swelled to another erection.  I
was spurred on as the men were smiling and chatty as they told each other
it was a big cock for a young boy and was definitely made to give pleasure
to others.

   They took even longer this time in savouring my flesh, each giving a
running commentary as they again stopped me from peaking at the last moment
until in the end as I was bucking and breathless I begged for release.  A
repeat of my ejaculation splashing over me at last satisfied the me and
they left me, panting and naked in the grass.  I lay for ages before
dressing and wending my way home and later I inspected my genitals as there
was some discomfort.  I panicked as there was red wealds all over my penis
and the head of it had little black blotches all over it, my body below the
waist was also bright pink where it had caught the sun.  I was scared and
resolved never to do things like that again if I went back to normal.

   Of course in a few days I was back to normal and my resolve weakened but
I went fishing in the river where it was crowded and there was no
temptation.  I guiltily went back to the pond but kept out of the corner
and was disappointed when I met no one the first day, happier the next one
though when one or two men did wander past even though they did not stop
and speak.  It was late afternoon and I was thinking of calling it a day
when a small dog appeared and fussed about, fetching a small branch back
each time I threw it.  Two or three minutes later an elderly man joined us
and asked if the dog was being a nuisance by stopping me fishing, smiling
when I told him nothing was doing anyway.

   Now I did not know how to recognise men's intentions at this naive stage
of this new experience so I casually said I was thinking of moving over to
the corner for the last hour, indicating the spot and noting his smile of
interest.  He carried my stuff while I pushed my bike and when I had cast
out we sat and watched the float bobbing in the water and I quite quickly
started to swell.  He noticed and laughed as he said it looked like another
rod needed using and slid his hand up my leg and took hold of my growing
erection, having difficulty in getting my shorts off but eventually had me
bare from the waist down.  He did not take long to bring me to climax and
quickly left, satisfied at watching me ejaculate.

   For the rest of that holiday I spent most of my time in that spot,
marvelling at the number of middle aged or older men that obviously knew
about it.  I was naked most of the time and lost count of the times I was
masturbated by ones, twos and even watched by others that returned later
for a turn thus giving me the pleasure of three ejaculations most days. 
The holiday ended and, hooked now on letting men pleasure me, found other
spots nearer to home and was kept satisfied until the next summer holiday.
Tingling with excitement I went straight to the corner the first day of the
new holiday and although there was not many people around soon recognised
one or two of what I now knew were last summers regulars.

   They were soon at me, knowing what easy meat I was and soon things were
much the same as the previous year and I was not short of ejaculations once
more.  I often mused on the fact that whenever possible the men had me
naked and seemed to enjoy it more if they had either another man taking
part or an audience but I did not mind how many there were as long as my
semen flowed.  It was towards the end of the holiday when things changed
dramatically as two men that were regular watchers eventually came to sit
and talk after I had been brought to ejaculation for the third time that
day.  They fondled my genitals but got no response, laughing as they told
each other that looked like that was it for the today.  One of the men said
they knew of a pond that was special and if I met them the next day they
would be happy to take me there, having a van so they would be able to get
all my stuff in.

   I slept like a log and was all of a tingle while waiting for the men,
wondering what was in store for me on this new day at a new place.  I sat
between them as we drove and the passenger wasted no time in having his
hand up my shorts leg and pushed it out of the way so that his friend had a
good look at my second erection of the day, the first being when I woke
sporting a rampant one with the anticipation of the day ahead.  We left my
tackle and bike in the van and went to look at the pond and it was
overgrown with reeds and vegetation, a rustic picnic table and benches were
near the waters edge and two men were sitting at it.  The were obviously
known to the pair that had brought me and they chatted and told me not to
worry as we were not there for the fishing.

   I was stripped and surveyed by all and they soon had a turn each wanking
me, the new men flattering me by enthusing at the size of my cock and the
hardness of erection and looking very pleased when they were told that I
would probably ejaculate at least three times before they had finished with
me off.  There was no urgency shown by this new group of men as they just
kept my arousal at a pleasing level so that I gasped and wriggled on the
table that they had laid me on and thoughts of a very long session played
across my mind.

   I was soon in for a surprise as one of the took my cock into his mouth
and sucked and bobbed his head up and down, stopping now and then to run
his tongue round the rim of my now very swollen bell-end.  I loved it and
was soon panting and squirming as the other three had a turn doing this new
thing to me.  I moaned and bucked as I reached my first peak of the day,
wondering what was going to happen as the man must have felt my shaft
throbbing in his mouth and as I ejaculated he released me so all present
could watch the semen squirt over my body.

   As the murmurs of approval stopped they gently worked on me again and I
was still so excited by this new twist my second erection was very quickly
on me, surprising both them and me.  They took advantage of it and I was
treated to another round of sucking and was in seventh heaven as their wet
mouths soon had my cock twitching as I rolled on the table, gasping and
moaning.  My spurting spears of thick semen were once again witnessed by
all and shattered now I needed a long rest flopping on the table, drained
but totally satisfied as I gurgled with pleasure, much to the delight of
the men.

   One or two attempts to get me to another erection were made but it was
obvious to all that I needed time and so just one man handled me, his only
reward being a slight swelling of my shaft.  The men were still excited and
for the first time in my life I witnessed grown men exposing themselves and
one man masturbating two others.  It would have been an exciting tableaux
if there had been watchers as two men were kneeling either side of me on
the benches having their cocks worked on by a third standing at my head
while the forth at last had me swollen enough to suck on me.  My arousal
was slow but non of the men seemed in any hurry so I lay and enjoyed the
sensation of being sucked rather hard this time and with the kneading of my
balls as well was soon squirming and gasping once more.

   My peak came and this time the man carried on as my cock throbbed and
jerked so he took my full ejaculation while being egged on by the others. I
was gaping for breath as a totally new sensation racked my writhing body as
semen was sucked out of me and I could not help but cry out with the
intensity of my climax which took ages to subside.  I was brought to earth
suddenly as the helmet of a penis was pushed into my gaping mouth and as I
moved my head in the opposite direction to free myself the other man did
the same.  I thrashed about, this time not in pleasure but to free myself
from the onslaught and thankfully they did not try again.

   There was some mirth at my reluctance and the man who had just sucked me
put my legs over his shoulder and I felt his bell-end at my rear entrance.
I was frightened now and wriggled and struggled, managing to make it
impossible for him to penetrate me and one of the others stopped him and I
was able to close my legs as I told them I did not like all this new stuff
they were trying.  They quickly tried to calm me down and agreed between
themselves that it was too soon to push me any further and they should not
spoil it for another time.

   I was very uneasy now, to be honest bordering on being frightened,
wanting the day to be finished and my main aim was to keep the men in a
good mood while protecting myself.  One of the men was at my cock again and
his hand was working overtime but I knew he would get nowhere from now on
with my present mood.  The other two were back in position on the benches
and their new erections were being looked after by the forth man and once
more their cocks were inches from my mouth which I kept tightly closed.  It
was with some relief when I had to accept the ejaculations of the two men
over my face and chest as it heralded the end of the hours ordeal as the
men left me sprawled on the table as they left chatting and laughing.

   I had to rest for a while before taking stock of my situation, looking
at the abrasions to my elbows, shoulders and back as a result of my
struggles on the rough table.  I was in a lot of discomfort also from the
last mans treatment of my penis as his rapid hand movements had chafed my
shaft in a couple of places, also there were the early signs of blood
blisters from prolonged sucking on my bell-end.  I was relieved to see my
bike and tackle at the side of the path, told my mother my injuries were
the result of my coming off the bike and a couple of days later when the
pains had subsided put my fishing tackle in the corner of the shed and that
was the end of my angling days.  I kept away from all the known spots for
the rest of the summer and on leaving school became an apprentice, my
adventures with men receding into the background.

   As we boys do I eventually started ogling girls my own age and older and
they became my new focal point and one in particular caught my eye.  My
father had always been a keen motor biker, lending me the cash for my first
one and on passing my test (at sixteen in those days) did it again so that
I became the proud owner of a 500cc twin.  Now this, don't forget, was 1956
and was the beginning of the "rockers" and teenage bikers were few but we
wore the customary surplus store fur collared leather American air force
flying jackets (a little later to be superseded by the black leather with
white nylon fur collar) Lee Cooper jeans, flying boots and the almost
permanent cigarette drooping from the corner of the mouth so, inevitably,
mothers of teenaged girls did not put us on there favourites list so as we
became more friendly I had to leave the bike at home so that I could walk
her close to home when she eventually let me date her......  More later.