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Subject: Ace In The Hole – Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and a teenage boy. Please send any comments to ook. And please consider donating to Nifty at fty/donate.html Gay / adult-youth: anal, oral, M+/t – – – – – Ace In The Hole – Part 1 I was thirteen years old when I had my first sexual encounter with a man. I was walking through the local park, during the school holidays, when a Labrador came running up to me. “Come back here, Laddie,” shouted a man, as he rushed along the path behind the dog. “Leave that boy alone.” “Down, boy!” I snapped, as the dog began to sniff at my crotch. “Stop doing that! Bad, bad dog!” “Sorry about that, son,” said the man, as he pulled the dog away by its collar. “He gets over excited at times.” “That alright,” I said. “My uncle’s Labrador is just as frisky. His name is Max …. the dog, not my uncle.” The man laughed as he attached a leash to Laddie’s collar. The young dog had a coal-black coat and a tail that just wouldn’t stop wagging. He kept springing forward and eyeing my crotch, but the leash held him back. “He’ll settle down in a minute or two,” said the man. “He’s not properly trained yet.” “Max is the same,” I said. “He’s always trying to lick me in all the wrong places.” “They’re gun-dog retrievers, so they’re always trying to bring back a tasty cock-bird to the gun line.” I knew the man’s gun-dog explanation had contained a sexual innuendo, so I ignored it completely. The boys at school were always trying out double entendres in the playground, and the word ‘cock’ was always being used to elicit a snigger. “Yes,” I said. “Max never fails to bring back the sticks I throw.” “It’s okay to stroke him,” said the man. “He’s settled down now.” I squatted down and began to run my fingers through Laddie’s short, dense coat. This sent his wagging tail into overdrive. “He’s taken a real shine to you,” said the man. “By the way, my name’s Asa. But my friends call me Ace. What’s your name, son?” “Paul,” I replied, as I continued to stroke the dog. Ace was a man in his late fifties. He was of medium height and build, and had dark grey hair. He was dressed casually, but his clothes wouldn’t look out of place at any high-end golf club. “How old are you, Paul?” “Thirteen. Why?” “I was just wondering if you played with yourself in bed at night? You look ankara türbanlı escort like a boy that knows how to wank; am I right?” “Wank?” “Stroke your cock. Get it nice and hard!” “No way!” I lied. “That sounds disgusting.” “Boys of your age do it all the time. It’s all part of growing up. Here, if you don’t believe me, look at this photograph.” I knew I should have stood up and walked away, but my curiosity kept me looking at the photograph in the man’s hand. The print was small and dog-eared, and I needed to stand up to get a proper look. “It’s part of a set,” said Ace, as he proffered it in my direction. “It’s going home a bit, but all the explicit details are still there. Here, take a look.” I stood up and took hold of the print. I was totally gobsmacked: the image was absolutely amazing. It depicted three naked youngsters, who were all smiles. The two boys were around my age, and the girl looked a bit older. They all lay on a double bed, showing off their naughty bits to the cameraman. The boys were wanking themselves off, while the girl fingered her cuny. I just stood there in a trance-like state, gawping at the photograph. So I didn’t take much notice of Laddie nuzzling my crotch with his over-curious nose. “So you see, Paul,” said Ace. “Boys like to play with their cocks …. and naked girls like to see boys with fully erect cocks. The rest of the set can confirm that in spades.” I continued to gawp, so Ace pulled the dog away and put the back of his hand against my crotch. He then pretended to brush away a damp spot that Laddie had clearly not left. Of course, my cock grew in response to the constant fussing. The man then began to work on the growing bulge beneath my shorts; and as he did so, he described the rest of the photo-set in vivid detail. With dense bushes on either side of us, it was easy for Ace to keep a lookout along the path. There were very few people about, so Ace took advantage of my bulge and coaxed me into the bushes. “Right, Paul,” said Ace, as he secured Laddie to a sturdy sapling, via the leash. “Drop your shorts and underpants, and let me see what’s on offer. Or you don’t get to see another print.” I was still in a trance-like state, and eager to see another black and white print. Something had clearly switched on inside my head: my imagination was abuzz with vivid images of me posing in the nude for a naked cameraman. Then the image of me lying on a bed with the three youngsters flashed into my head, and that’s when Ace saw me at my best. “That’s tuzla escort it, Paul,” he encouraged. “Whack that stem for all it’s worth. Show me what you can do with that sexy-looking cock.” I shot my load in no time at all. My spunk hit some of the leaves directly in front of me. I then turned to see Ace pulling on his rigid stem, and I really enjoyed watching his eight-inch cock go the distance. In fact, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the wondrous appendage. “Laddie’s got a nose for sexy boys like you, Paul,” said Ace, as he wiped our cocks clean with a paper tissue. “He knows when a boy is ripe for picking. That’s why he’s worth his weight in gold to an old codger like me.” I laughed as I looked at Laddie, who was looking at my cock and licking his lips. I then felt Ace squeezing my arse-cheeks and easing them apart. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Assessing your arse for future exploration. It looks well trim, and mighty fuckable. I bet we could have a lot of fun with that tight hole.” I tried to pull away, but ended up being turned round and held firmly by the hips. My shorts and underpants were acting like restraints around my ankles, so I couldn’t go anywhere when my cock disappeared into the kneeling man’s mouth. “No way!” I snapped. “That’s… That’s…” I fell silent as Ace worked his magic on my growing stem. I nearly fell over a couple of times, but Ace kept me upright with his powerful hands. I looked at Laddie and shrugged my shoulders – the dog had probably seen this sort of thing before, so there was no need to get embarrassed in front of the beguiled onlooker. It was then that Laddie turned his head sharply to the left, in response to someone walking along the path. The bushes around us were quite dense, but there were gaps here and there. A man and his dog stopped on the path. I was now torn between the feeling of a tongue on my cock-head and the anxiety of being discovered, half-naked, in the bushes. The man and his dog just stood there. “What’s going on inside those bushes, Butch?” said the man to his Husky-like dog. “I bet someone has his willy out. Shall we take a peek?” The Husky-like dog barked as Ace tightened his grip on my hips. Clearly he wanted me to stand my ground. However, I was more inclined to do a runner. Small branches and leaves began to move. I gulped as a man’s face appeared amongst the foliage. I could only see his smiling face, but he could see all of me – nothing in the small clearing couldn’t hide my cringing embarrassment. The avrupa yakası ucuz escort man was clearly enjoying my predicament. I had seen him in the park many times, so we were bound to meet again – I cut through the park each and every school day. If I avoided the park, he only had to wait for me outside school. Yes, there were three schools in the area, but it wouldn’t take him long to track me down. “Nice view, boy,” he said. Ace released my hips when my cock went flaccid in his mouth. I was trembling, and in a blind panic, I pulled away and promptly fell over. My shorts and underpants had brought me down. This gave Ace the perfect opportunity to slap my bare arse in frustration. “Fuck off, Doug!” he snapped. “Go find a boy of your own. This piece of arse is mine.” “Temper, temper,” said Doug. “You’re trespassing, and you know it. We share the boy, or I’ll break your legs.” Doug was around the same age as Ace, but far more muscular. He was completely bald, so he looked quite tough. The small scar on his left cheek only added to the bully-boy look. “This is no-man’s land. Ask anybody!” snapped Ace, as he slapped my arse again. “I have the north, and the schoolboy path to Westbridge College. George and Roy have the toilet block in the east, and the bushes behind it. Sam has the south. And you have the west.” “And the north-west is no-man’s land,” said Doug. “But this isn’t the north-west.” “Leave it out, Doug. Go check out the park map. The paths are the borders.” “And you’re on the wrong side of the path. So we share the boy, savvy!” Ace used the surface of my sore arse to help him work out the borders in his head. A prodding finger went back and forth across my rump several times. “Fuck!” snapped Ace. “A mere technically. We’re only talking about a few yards.” “And two broken legs.” The two men continued to argue as they stripped me completely naked. Rigid fingers and cocks entered my mouth as the two dogs sat and watched my frenetic introduction to group sex. My cock was rubbed raw as the men tweaked my nipples, slapped my arse, and fingered my hole. In hindsight, the word ‘ravaged’ describes my time in the bushes perfectly. However, I kinda liked being bossed around by the two bickering men, and I really liked playing with their hard-standing cocks. Dry leaf mould covered the ground of the small clearing, so I was filthy dirty by the time it was all over. I resembled an odd-looking scarecrow when we left the bushes and headed over to the fountain. My face and hands were easy to clean, but the rest of me needed a hot bath. “I’ll take him home with me, Ace,” said Doug. “A quick bath and he’ll be as good as new.” “Okay,” said Ace, reluctantly. “But don’t keep him out too late. We don’t want to aroused any suspicions. His parents might scupper our future fun, especially if he walks through the door bandy legged. – – – All comments welcome.

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