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It began to rain and I needed to get into the dry, but the only place I could think of was the brick shed which was attached to the incinerator plant. It was a kind of workman's hut with a metal grill over one window but the other had been removed some time since. I felt along the window frame but it was closed solid. The icy wind was biting at my face and the rain lashed down. I was getting a good soaking and decided there was only one course of action I could take. The plant appeared deserted and I guessed that I would get away with breaking the small glass panel on the door above the latch. It smashed easily. I reached inside and turned the latch. The door opened and I cautiously went inside. There was a switch on the wall which lit the dim bulb enough to provide light to see by. It flickered as the wind blew the power lines outside. I closed the door and took a look around. It was untidy. An old kettle on a stove, both of which looked as if they hadn't been cleaned for years. There was a battered wooden cupboard standing on the floor. The cupboard door was off one hinge and inside were old newspapers and a filthy sandwich box. There was a big old car seat against the wall, and a dart board above that held in place with a nail. I looked around for a heater. There was an old stove in the corner, the kind you would throw wood into and shut the little door. It had a metal pipe for a chimney stack which ran up the wall and disappeared out of the roof. I reached into the cupboard and grabbed some of the newspapers. Stuffing them into the fire I lit them and once ablaze, I piled some sticks on top which had been left by the workmen I supposed. The burning sticks spat and crackled, and the yellow light from the fire flickered around the shed throwing shadows onto the walls. I took off my wet jacket and, placing it near to the fire to dry, I sat on the car seat, warming my hands in front of the fire. I looked around again, relaxing in my temporary shelter. Under a rickety old table was a cardboard box. I got up and went over to have a closer look at the contents. A dust sheet covered the top. I pulled it back and saw the cover of a glossy magazine inside the box. It had naked women on it. I took it from the box and flicked through the pages. More naked women, and some stories. I took the magazine back with me to the car seat where I lay down full length across with my head resting on a makeshift pillow. I was taken by a story which, at my tender age, described sex scenes which I hadn't even dreamed of. My hand found it's way to the swollen cock in my jeans. I rubbed it occasionally as I read on. I was on the point of unzipping myself to have a good pull at my dick when the door of the shed swung open with a force. A man, scruffy, wearing a black heavy duty work coat and holding an iron bar glared at me. I dropped the magazine and sat upright. The man turned his head to look back outside and shouted "come 'ere Jim... see what I found in the shed". He turned to glare at me again. I was aware of another man, younger, standing behind him. I started to splutter "I can explain...", but the man wasn't listening. He entered the shed followed by the younger one. I saw Jim's face properly now. He was kinda cute in a rugged sort of way. I put him att around 20 years old, unlike his assailant who looked about 45. The man stepped forward and picked up the magazine. "Been looking at the titty's 'ave yer", he exclaimed thrusting the magazine in my face. He threw it to the ground. "Been playin' with yerself 'ave yer?, he said looking down at my crotch and making a wanking gesture with his fist. "I'm gonna give yer something to think about right now" he continued, and he placed the metal bar above the door on some hooks. I now knew that the shed was his, and I had been caught trespassing, fair and square. He turned to face me again and with his left hand raised, he motioned for Jim to come forward. "Take his arms and don't let him move", he instructed the lad. Jim stepped forward and reaching out, pushed me back down onto the seat so that I was lying down again. Then he placed one hand on each of my arms and pinned me down. "Hey", I protested, trying to squirm my way from his iron grip. Since he was leaning over me, his face was close to mine. He said quietly "stop whimpering, if you know what's good for you", and he smiled. It was a warm and sexy sort of smile, and despite the fact that he was detaining me against my will, the thought crossed my mind that I felt kind of comfortable in his control. I stopped squirming and asked what was going to happen to me. Jim replied, still looking deep into my eyes, "just relax". I was puzzled and slightly scared. I had forgotten about the other man for a moment, that is until I felt my shirt being pulled from my pants and being torn open. "Hey", I shouted with more urgency, trying hard this time to break free of Jim's grip. He held me fast. I felt my jeans being unbuttoned, then I felt my zipper being tugged at. Jim ordered "Hold still, housebreaker!, this is what happens to boys who break into our property". I felt my jeans being tugged down. They slipped from under my bottom and slid off me with ease as the man gave an almighty pull on the legs. I felt the chilled draught coming from the broken window in the door. I couldn't see properly what the man was doing because my vision was obscured by Jim, but I felt a hand start to explore around my crotch, rubbing my cock slowly through the material of my underpants. I looked up again straight into Jim's eyes as I felt my penis begin to stiffen at the man's touch. I couldn't help it. My cock was being toyed with and I was inches away from the face of a dominant, good looking guy who kept staring deep into my eyes, almost hypnotically. I thought about struggling some more but what could I do. Even if I broke free, my shirt was ripped, my jeans were gone and it was freezing cold outside. Suddenly, the older man produced a flick knife from his pocket. Oh Christ, I thought, he's going to cut my dick off. I glared at Jim in a frightened way. He responded softly "Don't panic, we are not killers, we're not violent. Nothing nasty is going to happen". I was breathing heavy, half scared, half ready to believe him but not quite sure. The man took the knife to my underpants and I felt him cutting into the material, gently touching my cock with his hands as he cut into the cotton around it. My cock began to stiffen. As the elastic was cut I felt my dick rise up and stand proud. He gently lifted the material away and I guessed that my fully erect dick must now be exposed to him. I saw the man put the knife back in his pocket. I gave a sigh of relief. Jim smiled a broad smile. I almost smiled back as a warm moist feeling enveloped my cock head. It was heaven. The man had begun to suck my 18 year old dick. I felt his lips start to slide up and down my pole and his tongue flicked and circled my cock head at the same time. I breathed more heavily. The man continued sucking expertly. I felt him gently rolling my balls between his fingers. I was looking into Jim's eyes again. The man increased his sucking speed and the pressure on my almost bursting teen-dick. The man brought my knees up with his hands as he continued to suck me. I felt something begin to probe my bum hole. It was the man's finger. I whimpered as it found my hole and I felt it enter me a little. It was all too much. My cum juice began rising from deep within me. My chest and stomach contracted and I looked with a glazed expression into Jim's eyes. Just at the point where I felt my cock about to spurt a hot load, Jim brought his lips to mine. His tongue entered my mouth. I had never kissed with a guy before but I didn't care now. My cock jerked and emptied as I returned the kiss passionately. Our mouths locked together as my body spasmed and I came another hot load into the other man's eager mouth. He continued to finger my bum hole as my butt muscles gripped him, heightening my orgasm. I was gasping for breath as my youthful orgasm began to subside and my lips parted from Jim's. Our eyes were locked together now and Jim was smiling broadly at me. I brought my hand up from my side to locate with Jim's crotch. He was rock solid hard beneath his jeans and I rubbed him gently. The man behind Jim stood up and looked at us both. "I see you are both getting nicely acquainted", he said gruffly, wiping some of my cum from his chin with a tissue. The fire crackled and the wind blew wildly outside. "Looks like we'll be here for a while" he continued as he removed his jacket hanging it up on a nail. Jim let go of my arms at last and he knelt down beside me. I watched him unbuckle his belt and slip the heavy zipper down. My eyes widened as he pulled his monster hard cock out from beneath his briefs. "My turn", he said to me, smiling. "Yep, we'll be here for some time", the older man said again, as Jim placed his thick cock head against my soft lips. For the first time ever, I was about to take another man's dick in my mouth, and what's more, I was eager to taste it. roy_69@hotmail.com