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Brighton was the next stop and I was to be met by the B anyone becoming a sex pest would be asked to leave. The back garden was not overlooked, so nude sunbathing was allowed. Other than that, things seemed simple and you could come and go as you pleased, with your own key to the main door.John took me to the kitchen to meet Mick who was equally as pleasant and shook my hand reminding me that I was their “charge” for the week. I looked a little blank and he explained that they would be keeping an eye on me during my stay and keeping me away from all those “nasty queers” as my friend had put it. John pointed at my shorts and mentioned that it may have been too late for that!We went into the lounge for a cup of tea and a chat and I warmed to the two hosts who seemed genuinely good people with a wicked sense of humour – mostly at my expense.Mick then took me up to my room on the top floor and he continued to discuss my safety. He called me every gay man’s dream and that I could easily find myself in trouble if I went to the wrong places. He said that I was “Prime Meat” – young, skinny, and blonde who looked like he would be up for anything.We made an agreement that I would tell him, or Mick where I would be going in the evenings and that they would advise whether it was a good idea or not based upon their knowledge of the area. I was happy with this arrangement as they had slightly unnerved me with what they had said. Maybe Brighton wasn’t the best place for me to be alone?At that point, one of the other guests stuck his head around the open door to ask Mick a question.He was naked, around mid-thirties, muscular body, shaved head, and a thick moustache, and an average-sized circumcised cock. Mick introduced us and told him what we had been discussing about me being on my own and he agreed with Mick, saying that I could go out with him and his boyfriend if I wanted and was at a loose end or unsure where to go. I thanked him and he turned to leave before saying that I should please tell him that I was older than I looked.Cheekily, I told him that I was seventeen and had been kissed before so not to be to concerned as I didn’t shock easily. He grinned looking at Mick and said, “we will see about that!”Mick told me that I would be doing myself a favour if I took him up on his offer as they were regular guests and were really genuine. Of course, I had no intention of being chaperoned, after all, I was alone for the first time in my life and wanted to sample everything by myself.It was now about 16:00 and I was hungry and Mick said that as an exception, he would make me a sandwich. I was to unpack changing out of my stained shorts and into something more decent, then go to the kitchen bringing my shorts with me so he could wash them.I duly changed and went downstairs as instructed. Some of the other housemates had appeared by that time. There were three naked guys in the isvecbahis lounge and I passed another on the stairs. I was clothed and started to think that perhaps I should take off my clothes too as I was looking forward to getting naked and mingling.I ate my sandwich in the kitchen and chatted with my hosts. John then took me into the lounge and introduced me to the three guys. All very different, an elderly couple who were quite overweight sitting on a sofa and a younger man sitting in an armchair, who, I thought was quite interesting to look at. He clearly exercised and shaved his chest hair. looking closer his pubic hair and balls were also shaved. He had the most edible looking nipples.Being shaved was something that wasn’t new to me but looked hot. It turned out that he was the BF of the guy that I had met upstairs.They all greeted me warmly and the old men slightly more lustfully. One of them mentioned that maybe I was slightly overdressed and looked forward to seeing me soon in somewhat less clothing. I blushed and told them that I was on my way out soon which was why I was dressed. We chatted for a few minutes before John took me out and showed me the garden where we were allowed to sunbathe.I then decided to go out and see where things were. The promenade was round the corner and I headed in that direction. The main pier was buzzing with holidaymakers, the noise of the amusement arcades was tempting but I gave it a miss and stayed on the back streets. There were many quaint old shops and surprisingly many homeless people sitting in doorways asking for money.Deciding that I probably needed help in order to find and gay haunts, I headed back to the B me leading the way so they could get a good look at my teen ass which seemed to please them.I lay on my bed, happy that I now had somewhere to eat but still not sure where to go after. My biggest problem was that I certainly didn’t look old enough to by a drink at a bar. Besides, I certainly wasn’t a drinker. In fact, more than two Bacardi and Cokes were enough to get me merry, and any more I would be drunk – hardcore, eh?We all arrived downstairs at about the same time. I dressed in my black school trousers and my favourite Ben Sherman shirt that was a birthday present from my mum and the two guys were suited and booted. I didn’t have a tie but they said that it didn’t matter, Both giving me a reassuring hug, sensing that I was not one who usually went to restaurants.The place seemed rather posh and a little stuffy. We were shown to a booth by a rather imposing man who appeared to know Dave and Mo. He made a comment gesturing towards me that they had brought company tonight. Mo went back telling him, “that’s our dessert, my dear,” laughing. I sat next to Mo and Dave sat opposite us.The waiter returned with the menus asking what we wanted to drink. Mo said the usual red wine, which I was pleased about isveçbahis giriş as I had no clue what I should ask for. The wine arrived and the waiter looked a little doubtful asking my age. Mo told him that I was his grandson and that I was more than legal age. He made a show of grasping my leg and squeezing, making me jump. I don’t think that for a minute that he believed us.I hadn’t tried red wine before and didn’t like the dry sour taste, but nonetheless I sipped it slowly not wanting to appear clueless.The waiter returned for our food order and asked what the young gentleman wanted. I certainly didn’t have a clue what to say. Mo had put his hand back on my leg so the waiter could see, making it worse. He suggested that we all have the daily recommended special. Asked whether we wanted a side dish Mo, much to my embarrassment, ran his hand up my leg seriously close to my crotch, telling him that he already had a side dish. The waiter smiled and retreated to his station.The meal was really good and Mo, seeing that I was struggling with the red wine, ordered me a Bacardi and Coke. The conversation turned as to where we could go after eating and Dave suggested a club that they belong to – my first gay club.We finished our meal with a port, which I thought to be very sophisticated. But frankly, it made me feel slightly drunk which the guys observed and commented upon. I was actually excited and buzzing expectantly.I decided that I needed to use the toilet and splash some water on my face before we left so Mo shuffled over and let me out. To my surprise, I was slightly wobbly on my legs due to the strong drinks. Dave offered to come with me to the toilet and I said that I would be fine when I had washed my face.The waiter noticed that I was having difficulty walking to the toilets and smugly suggested that I should not have had the port. I made it to the door and he opened it for me. I’m not sure whether it was the wet floor of the booze, but I stumbled as I entered just managing to save myself. The waiter had also grabbed me, seeing what was about to happen which probably helped. I was still wobbly and he told me to go to a cubicle and gather myself and led me to an empty one at the far end sitting me down on the toilet seat.I said that I needed to pee, so he stood me up and before I could protest was undoing my trousers and yanking them down to the floor, followed by my boxer briefs, and spun me around. He took hold of my cock and pointed it at the toilet, pushing the door closed behind us. I may have been drunk, but I was certainly not prepared for this. However, I obediently started peeing on demand. You know what it’s like, once you have started you can’t stop and that’s exactly how it felt. The flow subsided and he milked my cock shaking off the drips. I was spun around half expecting a blow job or something, but he yanked my briefs and trousers isveçbahis yeni giriş up and told me to wash my face and return to my friends.I was steadier walking back to the table. Mo put his hand over my crotch, giving it a little squeeze, asking me if the waiter had looked after me. It turned out that the waiter had told them what happened before I got back. I apologized and they told me that it didn’t matter.Whilst I was still a little fuzzy, I was now okay and didn’t mind the fact that Mo’s hand remained on my crotch stroking gently as we spoke. I didn’t know if Dave was aware of what was happening under the table or even if he minded Mo feeling me up. However, it felt good and my cock was starting to wake up and make its shape more prominent against Mo’s fingers.I shot him a look, in panic as the waiter approached but he said that things were looking up. The waiter chimed in with the fact that he had been there before Mo. Mo grinned and told him to behave himself.Mo paid the bill and we left heading for his club. Mo explained that as this was a “gentlemen’s club” you needed to be twenty-one to gain entry. But he knew the right people to be able to get me in. Once at the club, which was basically a side door to what appeared to be a closed shop, I waited outside with Dave and Mo went in to discuss me. He returned saying that I could go in as long as I stayed with them.The door led to a first-floor lounge, beautifully decorated with massive leather sofas and low drinks tables. A waiter was taking drinks round. It all looked very civilized.Many of the heads turned when I entered, making me feel a little uncomfortable. We sat down on a huge sofa, me in the middle of them. The waiter took our drinks order. I had a soft drink, knowing that if I had any more alcohol I would probably be sick.Whilst we chatted, Mo asked the waiter for some of their special cigarettes which, on arrival, I recognized as joints. I declined mine saying that I didn’t smoke, only to be reminded that I had told them that I smoked sometimes on special occasions and that this would be one. Besides, I would look more grown-up if I joined in. I had no choice and took the lighted joint from him.If I’m honest, I had smoked joints with my uncle before and knew that it would just give me a bit of a rush, making me feel happy.Mo and Dave described the facilities. A gambling room and a cinema room upstairs and that maybe we could go to see what films were showing later, as it would not be appropriate to take me gambling. Dave looked rather doubtful and suggested that we return to the B not that I cared but Dave didn’t seem too happy about me being so obviously groped.I sat between my two friends and Mo took out the remainder of our joints, lighting them, and passed them to us. I was intently watching the screen puffing away like a pro. The dope was making my head buzz, but in a good way and it, together with the film, was starting to have a positive effect on my cock, which was now rock hard inside my tight briefs.I looked at Mo and Dave and they were groping themselves whilst I joined in, wishing that I could properly relieve myself.

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