Stories of my Youth Chapter 5 Meeting Ken
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My mother’s suggestion that we accept his invitation for me to spend the coming two weeks of the spring school holidays with “Uncle” Ken pleased me. It was much better than being home alone in our small flat while she went to work each day. Besides Uncle Ken had always been nice to me. Whenever he visited us he usually gave me a small present. He owned a car too, which made him special to a teen year boy like myself.
Uncle Ken picked me, and my small suitcase, up early on Saturday afternoon for the drive to his place on the other side of the city. His home was to me a fantastic three bedroom brick and tile house on the standard quarter acre block. He helped me unpack and hang my clothes in the wardrobe of a spare bedroom. I’d visited him a few times before with my mother but nevertheless he proudly walked me around the place again. As I was going to be living there with him I looked at things with eyes fresh for adventure. The back yard was large with many trees and a tool shed down against the back fence.
Closer to the back veranda was a beautiful lawn enclosed by a brick fence from the rest of the yard. Ken (he’d told me on the drive to drop the “uncle”) told me he liked to sun bath in the nude and the inner yard gave him privacy from the neighbours. He asked me had I experienced nudism and was surprised when I blurted the secret of my mother and I generally not wearing too much at all inside our flat. That fact established he suggested we sun bake on the warmer mornings of the holidays so we wouldn’t get burnt. We changed our good clothing for work clothes and spent the rest of the afternoon in the back shed doing carpentry. Ken was an able and patient teacher.
Ken showered first and commenced cooking the evening meal. I followed suit and soon joined him in the kitchen with an offer to help. His earlier observation proved correct. The evening was warm enough to be comfortably nude. We looked each over for the first time. Ken was just under six feet tall with neatly brushed light grey hair. His build was slim in an unmuscular way without being skinny. A smattering of fine grey hair curled on his chest, and tapered down to a sparse growth on his lower belly. Given I thought I had more than a reasonable exposure to people in my early life I nevertheless found part of his anatomy fascinating. Ken’s cock hung in a curve over his balls. It was quite thick around its base, but quickly tapered to a slim girth along most of its length, before mushrooming into a large flange and impressive dark pink knob. On the other hand I still had the slim build of a boy, with little body hair, and the bit I had was fine and blond. Where I was different from most boys my age, and many men too, was in the size of my genitalia. Most people who saw me naked commented on this aspect of my anatomy, a fact that didn’t bother me in the slightest. Some people had said some very nice complimentary things.
In contrast to Ken my cock hung down long and straight over a large smooth skinned sac of two big balls. A small blond fringe triangled my lower belly. My cock was uniformly thick throughout its veined length, the knob in proportion to the thickness of my shaft. The only problem I had was that, most of the time it seemed to me, my cock was perpetually half hard or fully erect. Ken told me that my mother’s comments to him on my build were correct, that I was certainly large where it counted, but he added some nice personal opinions too. Naturally his words caused the b**st between my legs to stir and swell.
Mutual observation and admiration complete we ate a nice dinner, shared the washing up and watched TV from opposite ends of a three-seater lounge. When the shows became boring Ken suggested it was time to call it a day. Not really tired I nevertheless complied, thinking I might read in bed. Ken’s further suggestion that it might be sensible that I sleep in his room in his double bed, rather than the spare bedroom, so we could talk seemed okay to me.
I helped him turn down the quilt and blankets, and accepted the half of the bed he said I could use. In the soft light of two reading lamps we lay side-by-side and talked. Ken rolled onto his side closer to me. He reached out a hand and touched my nipples with his fingertips. They quickly hardened. His hand moved down my belly, underneath my cock and into my smattering of pubic hair. All the while he murmured complimentary remarks about my physique. His fingertips lightly travelled over my thighs and back up to my balls. He caressed the soft smooth skin of my sac. My cock was now hard, and lay thickly along my belly to my navel. The pads of his fingers walked along the length of my shaft. It throbbed with excitement. I wanted him to touch me. At that moment he could do whatever he pleased. I needed to be touched. A fingertip rested on the weeping eye of my slit. He smeared the copious clear fluid all over my swollen knob. He began to caress the length of my shaft, from the thick round bulging base to the dripping tip of my knob. My cock pulsed and throbbed with an inner life of its own. I certainly had no control over it. The intensity of the sensations quickly increased as his fingers moved up and down along my skin. I knew I was going to burst soon, very soon. There was no doubt that Ken knew I was nearly there too. He wrapped his fist around my shaft and pumped and wanked up and down with his hands. My body arched and my prick erupted, spraying white jets of spunk over my belly. He pumped and pumped my meat. The eruption abated. Still he squeezed and milked the last few dribbles out of my core over his fingers until I was empty. As I lay back I agreed with him that yes it had felt wonderfully good. And yes I would like to do it to him.
I knelt beside him. His stiff cock stretched along his belly, the knob already leaking clear fluid. With one hand I gently massaged his balls while I ran my fingertips of the other hand along his shaft. The veins stood out engorged. I ran my finger through the fluid and spread it over his knob. He shivered. I caressed his shaft and was surprised at how excited he seemed to be. I guessed his work on me had achieved that for him. It did not take long for his tool to begin to flutter under my fingers. I continued to play with his balls while I wrapped my fist around his shaft and pumped up and down along its length. Ken cried out as the spunk spurted out in a huge white load over his belly. I pumped it all out of him and the final few drops dribbled over my fist. Oh yes; now that was power. And oh yes, he loved it.
Again we lay side by side while he recovered. Then he noticed I was hard, again. He knelt me upright over him and wanked my erection with as much care as before. Slowly, slowly the pressure built inside me until I sprayed my spunk over his chest and belly. He loved it. So did I. And at last we were both tired enough to sleep.
I awakened slowly with sunlight pouring in the bedroom and unexpected feelings of pleasure running my body. I was on my side and felt Ken completely tucked in behind me, body to body. His hand stroked my morning erection. His hard cock was under my bum in cleft of my legs. He rocked it back and forth between my legs. It curved up over my balls, abrasing my sac with the massive flange around the knob. He rocked in unison with his hand pumping my shaft, gradually going faster and faster. My cock throbbed then spurted over my belly, the sheet and his hand. His cock erupted. Hot cum sprayed over my balls and cock. It was impossible not to agree with Ken that this was an excellent way to start the day.
By Sunday night Ken and I were getting into a routine that seemed to last throughout my holiday with him. We sun tanned in the warm spring sun, for an hour or so each morning, in the private area of his backyard. Much of our time we spent doing carpentry in the back shed. He was a good teacher, not only at carpentry. Ken led me further and further along the path of sexual learning, usually in the evenings, but occasionally at other times too when the inclination became too much for him to tolerate. I think he enjoyed having a willing student.
As he knelt over my supine body on the bed that night the touch of his tongue on my balls, along the shaft and over my seeping knob felt superb. My muscles shivered. He held my cock upright with a hand and sucked my knob into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. I watched more and more of my shaft disappear into his throat before the saliva covered skin reappeared. His head and mouth bobbed up and down over me. I could not hold back. My cock pumped my spunk into his throat. His lips milked along my pump muscle and his tongue swiped the dribbles from the slit in the knob.
It pleased Ken that I was happy to do the same to him, though he understood that I needed practice to be able to handle all his length with my mouth. It was to be another week before my lips fastened around the base of his tool with the rest of him inside my mouth and throat. He understood and enjoyed the fact that I was able to cum more than once in our sessions, and that I little control first time around. This second night together was no different. By the time I’d sucked him off I was hard again.
After a brief rest Ken laid me on top of his body, hugged me to him, and urged to rub my erection over his saliva covered flaccid cock. He gripped the cheeks of my arse with his hands as I slithered back and forth over him. It felt good and I craved release in response to his encouragement. I spurted my load over his cock and balls. We both loved it as the stickiness bubbled over him.
On Tuesday morning, as our suntan session in the yard was drawing to a close, Ken took me one step further along my path of discovery with him. I was laying face down on my towel. He instructed me to lie quietly while he dribbled baby oil into the crack of my arse. I already knew from past experience that this was the time I needed to relax as first he pierced my rosebud with one finger then two. Ken lifted me to my knees and his knob probed at my arsehole. It slipped in easily enough. He waited while my boy’s body adjusted itself to the size of this tight intrusion. He slipped further inside me until I had all of him. His oily hand reached around my thigh and grasped my erection. He fucked my arse while he simultaneously pumped my cock. Harder and faster he went until my cock throbbed in his hand and his cock throbbed in my arse. It wasn’t until next morning that our roles were reversed.
Wednesday night Ken turned on his DVD player. The two movies were of groups of men engaged in a most interesting range of activities. We were both so excited we went straight to bed.
When we were involved in our carpentry that day we discussed the movies. Ken confessed that he visited a club a couple of times a week where men were able to do such things together. It was easy for him to convince me that I would have fun there too. Late that afternoon, after an early dinner, we set off in his car to visit his club.
The entrance to the nondescript building was locked and it took some time for someone to answer the front door bell. Ken paid for us both. Another locked door had to be unlocked before we got further inside. We entered a locker room similar to that in a gymnasium. Ken and I shared a locker and he tied the ribbon holding the key around his ankle. We put club towels around our waists and he showed me over the premises; a lounge area with a servery where he had a tab for us to buy soft drinks; at the rear showers and toilets; a communal room with two large mattresses on the floor and three bench seats along the walls for the voyeurs; and a long U shaped corridor off which there was a variety of small rooms. At Ken’s suggestion we hung our towels on a couple of numbered hooks outside the corridor entrance. Now nude we wandered along the dimly lit corridor. Ignoring the many men standing about he showed me a number of small rooms, most without doors, and most with small beds or covered mattresses on the floor. He made sure I saw the squeeze bottles of oil in holders on the walls. Around the corner there were cubicles, every second one with a door. Ken showed me how these were used for anonymous oral sex, with large holes at just the right height in the walls. In the corridor towards the exit there were more small rooms, many occupied. I noticed Ken was as excited as I was by what we’d seen. We were both erect. My tour over Ken said I was free to wander as I pleased, to shower and dry myself before meeting him for a cool drink later in the lounge. He decided to go to the communal room while I opted for another tour of the corridor.
It was necessary to manoeuvre myself past several naked men as I slowly walked along once again, taking interest in the activities around me particularly in each of the rooms. As I brushed by two men engaged in murmured conversation one reached out and grasped my erection. He drew me into the small room behind him. His mate followed. The pair of them enfolded me in a close embrace of hands and arms. Our hard tools rubbed against each other. Hands fondled my balls. I too explored their pricks and balls. The three of us wanked each other. Naturally I thought I’d come first so I was surprised when the man I pumped emptied his load over my cock as his mate masturbated me. The splatter of hot cum excited me even more. My prick pulsed. The man holding me directed my white spray over his mate. They let me go and I slowly ambled further along the corridor, pausing in doorways, looking at the activities on display. I turned the corner and decided, given my hardening tool, to try the cubicles experience.
The door on one cubicle in the middle of the corridor was latched shut indicating occupation. There was no one in either of the two open cubicles on either side. I stepped into dimly lit space. Through the large round hole in the wall I could see someone kneeling on the other side. I leant against the wall and my erect cock and tight balls passed through the hole. The unseen hands immediately moved over my sac and shaft in exploration. His tongue felt hot and wet as it saliva’d my knob. The mouth engulfed my cock. Down, down it went along the shaft while one hand fastened in the tightness of pleasure pain around my nuts. Up and down and around the mouth moved. I relaxed against the wall, closed my eyes and just enjoyed the experience of the unknown mouth. There was no rush, just a slow climb to a shuddering climax as my meat muscle grew throbbingly taut. My arse clenched as my muscle spasmed and emptied into his mouth and throat. His tongue swiping across my sensitive swollen glans sent shivers through me. He let go and I walked on wobbly legs to the showers.
Ken was sitting in the lounge talking to three other men. He told me to get a cool drink and put it on our locker tab. A cold bottle of coke was a rare treat indeed. I sat in a vacant lounge chair next to an older gentleman. He seemed happy to talk to me, noting he hadn’t previously seen me in the club. As I looked around I saw that while all the guys had towels wrapped around their waists their poses in the lounge area certainly allowed their hardware to be seen by everyone else. When I looked down at myself I saw I was no exception to the rule, my half hard dick evident between my thighs. I took my time over the drink and enjoyed the break from the physical fun. Like everyone else I too needed to recover.
Some time later Ken went off with the other men. By now the man beside me was occasionally touching my thigh as he talked. When I put my empty bottle on the servery and went to leave the lounge he asked me if I’d mind if he came with me.
We hung our towels on a hook outside the corridor. He led me to a vacant room with a mattress on the floor. I lay on my back spreadeagled on the mattress. He knelt over me and ran his tongue all over my body, from my nipples to my arse. His tiny cock touched mine. He ran his slippery knob up and down the underside of my shaft. His hot wet spunk splattered over me. He knelt between my thighs, grasped my cock and avidly sucked me dry.
Ken found me later sitting on one of the benches in the communal room and watching the groups of men at play. It was time to leave. In the car going home he seemed happy that I was so excited by our outing to the club and promised me we’d certainly return soon. It seemed he was amore frequent visitor than he cared to admit. While we returned to our usual holiday routine together at his home we were back at the club on Friday evening. Both at home and at the club I continued my voyage of sexual discovery.
On this particular visit I locked myself in one of the cubicles, knelt on the floor with a wall hole on either side of me. With the door shut I was in semi darkness but could easily see through the holes into the open cubicles on either side. It took only a few minutes for my first anonymous customer to arrive. An average sized flaccid uncircumcised cock, hanging down over a small fleshy sac, pushed into the aperture. I stroked my fingers over the nuts and tool, ran my tongue tentatively over the shaft. My efforts reaped immediate reward. His member came alive, thickened and lengthened, the foreskin drawing back to reveal his small hard knob. The body behind the tool rocked as I sucked him into my mouth. It was a pleasant change from Ken, but putting the skills I learnt from him into practice here. The cum when it came was hot, salty and yummy. As I finished I saw another small erection poking through the other hole beside me. It was an enjoyable experience bringing it and its unknown owner pleasure. By the time I was finished my own tool was massively hard with the excitement of this new situation for me.
A very nice young man took care of that as I wandered along the corridor with my hard tool swinging back and forth in front of my belly. He invited me into his small room, laid me on my back on the bed, lifted my legs over his shoulders and sucked me to oblivion.
Sunday the weather became wet and cool. By early afternoon Ken and I had sought refuge at his club. He suggested I pace myself, as we’d stay until the evening. As usual I began with a visit to the corridor enclave. Two fit young men in their twenties accosted me in their room. They positioned me standing, bent forward, supporting myself with my hands on the edge of the bed. One oiled the crack of my arse and anus. I relaxed myself as he probed into me with his knob. Soon he slipped forward into my depths. The other man knelt in front of me between my body and the bed. He sucked me while the other fucked me. In spite of my new found control, helped no doubt by my abundant sex life, my orgasm did not take long. It was exceptionally strong and powerful.
That day I tried the communal activities for the first time too, encouraged by two older men. The mattresses, I soon discovered, were covered with a vinyl material. They obviously knew this as they liberally coated our bodies with oil. In front of the quickly forgotten audience we performed body slides on each other. Rubbing tool against tools, sliding along arse cracks, wanking each other all three of us were eventually liberally covered in white bubbling gelatinous foam. A hot soapy shower and a cold coke revived my interests.
Fascinated by the cubicles I locked myself in and, kneeling in front of the wall apertures, waited for a customer. A nice hard circumcised cock poked through the hole. I drew it further towards me with my hands. Fluid coated the knob. I swirled over it with my tongue and sucked it strongly. It tasted great and felt good. The response was excellent. It gave me a sense of power to feel the throbbing jerking results of my efforts, to swallow the jetting squirting flow of white nectar.
I sucked cocks of all shapes and sizes until my jaws ached and my own cock ached for release. That was achieved elsewhere in a room off the corridor by a hungry middle aged man who obviously also liked giving oral relief.
The last week of my holiday with Ken went far too quickly. Our activities at home, including the carpentry, interspersed by frequent long visits to the club filled our time and sapped our energy. Ken was pleased I was interested in visiting him again soon, maybe next school holidays. And my mother loved the coffee table he helped me build!
My mother’s suggestion that we accept his invitation for me to spend the coming two weeks of the spring school holidays with “Uncle” Ken pleased me. It was much better than being home alone in our small flat while she went to work each day. Besides Uncle Ken had always been nice to me. Whenever he visited us he usually gave me a small present. He owned a car too, which made him special to a teen year boy like myself.
Uncle Ken picked me, and my small suitcase, up early on Saturday afternoon for the drive to his place on the other side of the city. His home was to me a fantastic three bedroom brick and tile house on the standard quarter acre block. He helped me unpack and hang my clothes in the wardrobe of a spare bedroom. I’d visited him a few times before with my mother but nevertheless he proudly walked me around the place again. As I was going to be living there with him I looked at things with eyes fresh for adventure. The back yard was large with many trees and a tool shed down against the back fence.
Closer to the back veranda was a beautiful lawn enclosed by a brick fence from the rest of the yard. Ken (he’d told me on the drive to drop the “uncle”) told me he liked to sun bath in the nude and the inner yard gave him privacy from the neighbours. He asked me had I experienced nudism and was surprised when I blurted the secret of my mother and I generally not wearing too much at all inside our flat. That fact established he suggested we sun bake on the warmer mornings of the holidays so we wouldn’t get burnt. We changed our good clothing for work clothes and spent the rest of the afternoon in the back shed doing carpentry. Ken was an able and patient teacher.
Ken showered first and commenced cooking the evening meal. I followed suit and soon joined him in the kitchen with an offer to help. His earlier observation proved correct. The evening was warm enough to be comfortably nude. We looked each over for the first time. Ken was just under six feet tall with neatly brushed light grey hair. His build was slim in an unmuscular way without being skinny. A smattering of fine grey hair curled on his chest, and tapered down to a sparse growth on his lower belly. Given I thought I had more than a reasonable exposure to people in my early life I nevertheless found part of his anatomy fascinating. Ken’s cock hung in a curve over his balls. It was quite thick around its base, but quickly tapered to a slim girth along most of its length, before mushrooming into a large flange and impressive dark pink knob. On the other hand I still had the slim build of a boy, with little body hair, and the bit I had was fine and blond. Where I was different from most boys my age, and many men too, was in the size of my genitalia. Most people who saw me naked commented on this aspect of my anatomy, a fact that didn’t bother me in the slightest. Some people had said some very nice complimentary things.
In contrast to Ken my cock hung down long and straight over a large smooth skinned sac of two big balls. A small blond fringe triangled my lower belly. My cock was uniformly thick throughout its veined length, the knob in proportion to the thickness of my shaft. The only problem I had was that, most of the time it seemed to me, my cock was perpetually half hard or fully erect. Ken told me that my mother’s comments to him on my build were correct, that I was certainly large where it counted, but he added some nice personal opinions too. Naturally his words caused the b**st between my legs to stir and swell.
Mutual observation and admiration complete we ate a nice dinner, shared the washing up and watched TV from opposite ends of a three-seater lounge. When the shows became boring Ken suggested it was time to call it a day. Not really tired I nevertheless complied, thinking I might read in bed. Ken’s further suggestion that it might be sensible that I sleep in his room in his double bed, rather than the spare bedroom, so we could talk seemed okay to me.
I helped him turn down the quilt and blankets, and accepted the half of the bed he said I could use. In the soft light of two reading lamps we lay side-by-side and talked. Ken rolled onto his side closer to me. He reached out a hand and touched my nipples with his fingertips. They quickly hardened. His hand moved down my belly, underneath my cock and into my smattering of pubic hair. All the while he murmured complimentary remarks about my physique. His fingertips lightly travelled over my thighs and back up to my balls. He caressed the soft smooth skin of my sac. My cock was now hard, and lay thickly along my belly to my navel. The pads of his fingers walked along the length of my shaft. It throbbed with excitement. I wanted him to touch me. At that moment he could do whatever he pleased. I needed to be touched. A fingertip rested on the weeping eye of my slit. He smeared the copious clear fluid all over my swollen knob. He began to caress the length of my shaft, from the thick round bulging base to the dripping tip of my knob. My cock pulsed and throbbed with an inner life of its own. I certainly had no control over it. The intensity of the sensations quickly increased as his fingers moved up and down along my skin. I knew I was going to burst soon, very soon. There was no doubt that Ken knew I was nearly there too. He wrapped his fist around my shaft and pumped and wanked up and down with his hands. My body arched and my prick erupted, spraying white jets of spunk over my belly. He pumped and pumped my meat. The eruption abated. Still he squeezed and milked the last few dribbles out of my core over his fingers until I was empty. As I lay back I agreed with him that yes it had felt wonderfully good. And yes I would like to do it to him.
I knelt beside him. His stiff cock stretched along his belly, the knob already leaking clear fluid. With one hand I gently massaged his balls while I ran my fingertips of the other hand along his shaft. The veins stood out engorged. I ran my finger through the fluid and spread it over his knob. He shivered. I caressed his shaft and was surprised at how excited he seemed to be. I guessed his work on me had achieved that for him. It did not take long for his tool to begin to flutter under my fingers. I continued to play with his balls while I wrapped my fist around his shaft and pumped up and down along its length. Ken cried out as the spunk spurted out in a huge white load over his belly. I pumped it all out of him and the final few drops dribbled over my fist. Oh yes; now that was power. And oh yes, he loved it.
Again we lay side by side while he recovered. Then he noticed I was hard, again. He knelt me upright over him and wanked my erection with as much care as before. Slowly, slowly the pressure built inside me until I sprayed my spunk over his chest and belly. He loved it. So did I. And at last we were both tired enough to sleep.
I awakened slowly with sunlight pouring in the bedroom and unexpected feelings of pleasure running my body. I was on my side and felt Ken completely tucked in behind me, body to body. His hand stroked my morning erection. His hard cock was under my bum in cleft of my legs. He rocked it back and forth between my legs. It curved up over my balls, abrasing my sac with the massive flange around the knob. He rocked in unison with his hand pumping my shaft, gradually going faster and faster. My cock throbbed then spurted over my belly, the sheet and his hand. His cock erupted. Hot cum sprayed over my balls and cock. It was impossible not to agree with Ken that this was an excellent way to start the day.
By Sunday night Ken and I were getting into a routine that seemed to last throughout my holiday with him. We sun tanned in the warm spring sun, for an hour or so each morning, in the private area of his backyard. Much of our time we spent doing carpentry in the back shed. He was a good teacher, not only at carpentry. Ken led me further and further along the path of sexual learning, usually in the evenings, but occasionally at other times too when the inclination became too much for him to tolerate. I think he enjoyed having a willing student.
As he knelt over my supine body on the bed that night the touch of his tongue on my balls, along the shaft and over my seeping knob felt superb. My muscles shivered. He held my cock upright with a hand and sucked my knob into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. I watched more and more of my shaft disappear into his throat before the saliva covered skin reappeared. His head and mouth bobbed up and down over me. I could not hold back. My cock pumped my spunk into his throat. His lips milked along my pump muscle and his tongue swiped the dribbles from the slit in the knob.
It pleased Ken that I was happy to do the same to him, though he understood that I needed practice to be able to handle all his length with my mouth. It was to be another week before my lips fastened around the base of his tool with the rest of him inside my mouth and throat. He understood and enjoyed the fact that I was able to cum more than once in our sessions, and that I little control first time around. This second night together was no different. By the time I’d sucked him off I was hard again.
After a brief rest Ken laid me on top of his body, hugged me to him, and urged to rub my erection over his saliva covered flaccid cock. He gripped the cheeks of my arse with his hands as I slithered back and forth over him. It felt good and I craved release in response to his encouragement. I spurted my load over his cock and balls. We both loved it as the stickiness bubbled over him.
On Tuesday morning, as our suntan session in the yard was drawing to a close, Ken took me one step further along my path of discovery with him. I was laying face down on my towel. He instructed me to lie quietly while he dribbled baby oil into the crack of my arse. I already knew from past experience that this was the time I needed to relax as first he pierced my rosebud with one finger then two. Ken lifted me to my knees and his knob probed at my arsehole. It slipped in easily enough. He waited while my boy’s body adjusted itself to the size of this tight intrusion. He slipped further inside me until I had all of him. His oily hand reached around my thigh and grasped my erection. He fucked my arse while he simultaneously pumped my cock. Harder and faster he went until my cock throbbed in his hand and his cock throbbed in my arse. It wasn’t until next morning that our roles were reversed.
Wednesday night Ken turned on his DVD player. The two movies were of groups of men engaged in a most interesting range of activities. We were both so excited we went straight to bed.
When we were involved in our carpentry that day we discussed the movies. Ken confessed that he visited a club a couple of times a week where men were able to do such things together. It was easy for him to convince me that I would have fun there too. Late that afternoon, after an early dinner, we set off in his car to visit his club.
The entrance to the nondescript building was locked and it took some time for someone to answer the front door bell. Ken paid for us both. Another locked door had to be unlocked before we got further inside. We entered a locker room similar to that in a gymnasium. Ken and I shared a locker and he tied the ribbon holding the key around his ankle. We put club towels around our waists and he showed me over the premises; a lounge area with a servery where he had a tab for us to buy soft drinks; at the rear showers and toilets; a communal room with two large mattresses on the floor and three bench seats along the walls for the voyeurs; and a long U shaped corridor off which there was a variety of small rooms. At Ken’s suggestion we hung our towels on a couple of numbered hooks outside the corridor entrance. Now nude we wandered along the dimly lit corridor. Ignoring the many men standing about he showed me a number of small rooms, most without doors, and most with small beds or covered mattresses on the floor. He made sure I saw the squeeze bottles of oil in holders on the walls. Around the corner there were cubicles, every second one with a door. Ken showed me how these were used for anonymous oral sex, with large holes at just the right height in the walls. In the corridor towards the exit there were more small rooms, many occupied. I noticed Ken was as excited as I was by what we’d seen. We were both erect. My tour over Ken said I was free to wander as I pleased, to shower and dry myself before meeting him for a cool drink later in the lounge. He decided to go to the communal room while I opted for another tour of the corridor.
It was necessary to manoeuvre myself past several naked men as I slowly walked along once again, taking interest in the activities around me particularly in each of the rooms. As I brushed by two men engaged in murmured conversation one reached out and grasped my erection. He drew me into the small room behind him. His mate followed. The pair of them enfolded me in a close embrace of hands and arms. Our hard tools rubbed against each other. Hands fondled my balls. I too explored their pricks and balls. The three of us wanked each other. Naturally I thought I’d come first so I was surprised when the man I pumped emptied his load over my cock as his mate masturbated me. The splatter of hot cum excited me even more. My prick pulsed. The man holding me directed my white spray over his mate. They let me go and I slowly ambled further along the corridor, pausing in doorways, looking at the activities on display. I turned the corner and decided, given my hardening tool, to try the cubicles experience.
The door on one cubicle in the middle of the corridor was latched shut indicating occupation. There was no one in either of the two open cubicles on either side. I stepped into dimly lit space. Through the large round hole in the wall I could see someone kneeling on the other side. I leant against the wall and my erect cock and tight balls passed through the hole. The unseen hands immediately moved over my sac and shaft in exploration. His tongue felt hot and wet as it saliva’d my knob. The mouth engulfed my cock. Down, down it went along the shaft while one hand fastened in the tightness of pleasure pain around my nuts. Up and down and around the mouth moved. I relaxed against the wall, closed my eyes and just enjoyed the experience of the unknown mouth. There was no rush, just a slow climb to a shuddering climax as my meat muscle grew throbbingly taut. My arse clenched as my muscle spasmed and emptied into his mouth and throat. His tongue swiping across my sensitive swollen glans sent shivers through me. He let go and I walked on wobbly legs to the showers.
Ken was sitting in the lounge talking to three other men. He told me to get a cool drink and put it on our locker tab. A cold bottle of coke was a rare treat indeed. I sat in a vacant lounge chair next to an older gentleman. He seemed happy to talk to me, noting he hadn’t previously seen me in the club. As I looked around I saw that while all the guys had towels wrapped around their waists their poses in the lounge area certainly allowed their hardware to be seen by everyone else. When I looked down at myself I saw I was no exception to the rule, my half hard dick evident between my thighs. I took my time over the drink and enjoyed the break from the physical fun. Like everyone else I too needed to recover.
Some time later Ken went off with the other men. By now the man beside me was occasionally touching my thigh as he talked. When I put my empty bottle on the servery and went to leave the lounge he asked me if I’d mind if he came with me.
We hung our towels on a hook outside the corridor. He led me to a vacant room with a mattress on the floor. I lay on my back spreadeagled on the mattress. He knelt over me and ran his tongue all over my body, from my nipples to my arse. His tiny cock touched mine. He ran his slippery knob up and down the underside of my shaft. His hot wet spunk splattered over me. He knelt between my thighs, grasped my cock and avidly sucked me dry.
Ken found me later sitting on one of the benches in the communal room and watching the groups of men at play. It was time to leave. In the car going home he seemed happy that I was so excited by our outing to the club and promised me we’d certainly return soon. It seemed he was amore frequent visitor than he cared to admit. While we returned to our usual holiday routine together at his home we were back at the club on Friday evening. Both at home and at the club I continued my voyage of sexual discovery.
On this particular visit I locked myself in one of the cubicles, knelt on the floor with a wall hole on either side of me. With the door shut I was in semi darkness but could easily see through the holes into the open cubicles on either side. It took only a few minutes for my first anonymous customer to arrive. An average sized flaccid uncircumcised cock, hanging down over a small fleshy sac, pushed into the aperture. I stroked my fingers over the nuts and tool, ran my tongue tentatively over the shaft. My efforts reaped immediate reward. His member came alive, thickened and lengthened, the foreskin drawing back to reveal his small hard knob. The body behind the tool rocked as I sucked him into my mouth. It was a pleasant change from Ken, but putting the skills I learnt from him into practice here. The cum when it came was hot, salty and yummy. As I finished I saw another small erection poking through the other hole beside me. It was an enjoyable experience bringing it and its unknown owner pleasure. By the time I was finished my own tool was massively hard with the excitement of this new situation for me.
A very nice young man took care of that as I wandered along the corridor with my hard tool swinging back and forth in front of my belly. He invited me into his small room, laid me on my back on the bed, lifted my legs over his shoulders and sucked me to oblivion.
Sunday the weather became wet and cool. By early afternoon Ken and I had sought refuge at his club. He suggested I pace myself, as we’d stay until the evening. As usual I began with a visit to the corridor enclave. Two fit young men in their twenties accosted me in their room. They positioned me standing, bent forward, supporting myself with my hands on the edge of the bed. One oiled the crack of my arse and anus. I relaxed myself as he probed into me with his knob. Soon he slipped forward into my depths. The other man knelt in front of me between my body and the bed. He sucked me while the other fucked me. In spite of my new found control, helped no doubt by my abundant sex life, my orgasm did not take long. It was exceptionally strong and powerful.
That day I tried the communal activities for the first time too, encouraged by two older men. The mattresses, I soon discovered, were covered with a vinyl material. They obviously knew this as they liberally coated our bodies with oil. In front of the quickly forgotten audience we performed body slides on each other. Rubbing tool against tools, sliding along arse cracks, wanking each other all three of us were eventually liberally covered in white bubbling gelatinous foam. A hot soapy shower and a cold coke revived my interests.
Fascinated by the cubicles I locked myself in and, kneeling in front of the wall apertures, waited for a customer. A nice hard circumcised cock poked through the hole. I drew it further towards me with my hands. Fluid coated the knob. I swirled over it with my tongue and sucked it strongly. It tasted great and felt good. The response was excellent. It gave me a sense of power to feel the throbbing jerking results of my efforts, to swallow the jetting squirting flow of white nectar.
I sucked cocks of all shapes and sizes until my jaws ached and my own cock ached for release. That was achieved elsewhere in a room off the corridor by a hungry middle aged man who obviously also liked giving oral relief.
The last week of my holiday with Ken went far too quickly. Our activities at home, including the carpentry, interspersed by frequent long visits to the club filled our time and sapped our energy. Ken was pleased I was interested in visiting him again soon, maybe next school holidays. And my mother loved the coffee table he helped me build!
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