Mark told me that they ran a youth group (for anyone under 21, which was then the 'age of consent' for gay males in the UK). Would I like to go? "Yes"...was my eager, excited reply. The following Saturday at the prearranged time, Mark meet me at the door of the centre, a non descript building in the middle of a rather run down area of the city centre. There was no sign outside (this was the early 1980s don't forget and 'queer bashers' were not only numerous, they were actively encouraged!).. ” She said.“Yea me too bye.” Phil said hanging up the phone.Within the hour Jack packed his duffel bag with enough clothes to last him three days but he would try to stretch them out to last the week. He waved down a taxi and made the trip to his sister’s house. Along the way he thought about his sister. She had always been protective of him growing up and they were very close. However after she got married two years ago she started calling him less and less until they were down to only calling. I have always enjoyed swimming and slowly made my way up and down the pool for another few minutes. Just as I was thinking I would join Georgina for my first steam room experience, I heard the faint sound of voices drifting over from the stairwell outside. I sat waist-deep on the steps at the deep end and cocked an ear. Yes, men’s voices laughing and definitely getting louder.At the same time, I realised I could hear another sound coming from the steam room. A low moaning as though someone was. One after another my pussyass got fucked, each time with guys playing with my breasts I'd go wild and start thrust my ass back as each one pounded my ass. When they came I'd start begging them, "Please don't stop, don't stop fucking me!", or start saying "I want cock!"; "I need cock!” I lost count how many guys actually did fuck me I do think that due to the length of time (almost 3 hours a friend informed me) that guys did most likely came back for seconds or perhaps thirds but I do know that.