Brighton was the next stop and I was to be met by the B&B owner.
I managed, with great difficulty to get my bag down from the luggage rack and stumbled to the door as we pulled into the station. It seemed that most people were getting off here and I dragged my bag on to the crowded platform looking for the exit. The guy picking me up was supposed to be waiting outside near the taxi rank.
As I headed for the rank, I saw a man holding up a piece of cardboard with my name written on it. He was what they used to call a Clone. Handlebar moustache, check shirt and tight jeans. He would have been mid-forties and around six feet tall and very fit looking. He noticed me straight away and waved as I approached.
He could see that I was struggling with my bag and strode towards me and grabbing it from my hand and tossed it into the boot of his car.
He looked me up and down and whistled, asking me if I was really seventeen as he thought that I looked younger. I promised that the information he had been given by my friend was true and he said that he hoped so because he had agreed to look after me during my stay.
I insisted that I could take care of myself and that I would be no trouble. He looked down at my shorts, pointing at the obvious cum stain on the crotch saying that it looked like someone had already looked after me that day. I grinned and told him some of what had happened on the train as we drove to the B&B.
The B&B was a three-story Victorian building that had once been two houses just around a corner from the seafront. The name of the street amused me as it was Coronation Street which reminded me of the TV soap that we had been forced to watch with my mother.
My host, John, ran the place with his partner, Mick. It had eight bedrooms over the top two floors and a shared bathroom on each floor. I guess that in those days, ensuite rooms were at a premium. Downstairs, there was a large dining room and a sitting room for guests. The rest was their private living accommodation and the main kitchen. There was also a huge back garden which was beautifully kept.
John and I went to their office for me to check-in and he went through the formalities of the house which were: clothing was optional, but you had to take a towel with you to sit on in all areas, all of the current residents were walking around nude but it would be my decision to do so.
Other house rules related to sexual activities should be kept to the bedrooms, but it was fine to have a quick grope but only in fun. No means NO; 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 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&B, hoping to talk to John or Mick and see where they suggested that I go that evening.
I let myself back into the B&B but Mick and John didn't seem to be around so I headed for the lounge to see who was there as I could hear voices.
The two elderly men were still there chatting and I waved as I passed the door They called me in asking where I had been and we chatted for a while and they asked me what I had planned for the evening. I shrugged, telling them that I didn't really find anywhere that took my eye.
The older one, Maurice, who had been more chatty asked me some more questions including was I comfortable with being there with them naked. I told him that I wasn't as innocent as I looked and knew about the clothing rules. He suggested that I go upstairs and get rid of my boring clothes and return so we could discuss where I could go that evening.
As I turned to leave the room he shouted not to forget my towel, or I would have to sit on his lap! I laughed and went to my upstairs. Whilst I had not great desires for either of these men, I felt that they were pretty genuine but maybe they wouldn't say no to a bit of young man and were probably not making a play for me anyway.
I any event, I was eager to be naked in the house as I considered it to be exciting. Besides, they might ask me to join them which would solve my problem.
Once in my room, I took off my clothes and had a quick sniff of my armpits. Deciding that I was not too smelly, I grabbed my towel, leaving the room slightly nervously with my room key on a band around my wrist.
I didn't meet anyone on the way and my nerves started to subside. Stopping just outside the lounge, I gave my cock a few tugs to plump it up a little as I knew that it would be the first thing that they would be looking at.
As I entered the room they both looked up from the magazine they were sharing and one of them made a comment that I was a lucky boy to have been blessed down below, making me blush.
I had a thing at that time about the size of my manhood. Yes, it looked big in comparison to my skinny frame. Maybe it was bigger than some of the other boys at school, but for me it made me feel a little freaky. Still, I knew that it had been meant as a compliment and I took it as such.
I stood in the doorway and Mo, as he preferred to be called, indicated that I should come on in so we could sit and talk. They were on a three-seater settee and they shuffled apart, making room for me, but I wasn't ready for that kind of close contact. There was an armchair next to the settee and I had to walk in front in front of them to get to it.
As I navigated the narrow space to the chair, Mo patted my bum calling it peachy making me giggle. They looked disappointed that I hadn't sat next to them but I angled the chair so that they could see me properly.
We sat and they asked me many questions relating to school, boyfriends, and girlfriends. I answered as truthfully as I could, explaining that I was in Brighton to find out more about gay life and to meet new people. They didn't push me to go into great sexual detail about my encounters, but I told them enough to keep them happy. I could see that Dave was getting happier than Mo as his cock was chubbing up slightly and he kept adjusting himself.
Seeing Dave becoming aroused by my tales prompted me to give away a little more to see where this would lead. Besides I was angling to go out with them that night. They eventually bit the bullet, asking me if I wanted to go to dinner with them to a small restaurant they frequented a few minutes away. I gratefully accepted and we agreed to meet in an hour.
That done, we all went up to our rooms; 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 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 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&B after our drinks.
I, however, was now on a high after puffing on my joint and really wanted to go to the cinema room. The thought of seeing some porn excited me further, however, Dave looked doubtful but Mo said that there would be no harm having a brief look.
The room was huge. It seated around forty people with proper cinema seats and a large screen. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see a guy at the back working the film projector. The room was full of smoke, which I usually would have hated, but in my high state, I didn't really care, especially as the screen was showing two guys giving each other blow jobs.
The seats were in rows of five, most of the seats had been taken and there were some guys standing in the aisle by the side.
Dave spotted three empty seats in the middle of a row and we headed for them. There were people sitting at each end of the row and I followed Mo with Dave behind me.
We had to disturb the man on the end. He half stood up to let us in and didn't look happy about it and then I saw why. He had his trousers undone and his erect cock was sticking out which he tried to hide with his hand as we passed. As I squeezed past him he pushed forward slightly squeezing my bum; 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.