Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2006 16:09:53 +0100
From: mozzie@zalau.ro
Subject: Suzie #12

This is the story of a girl's sexual awakening and her experiences and
those of her friends. How her curiousity and self-doubt bring her to
explore new heights in pleasure. As usual the story will show instances of
masturbation, M/F, M/F/F, F/F, M/M but now will develop to show fetish,
M/M/F and incest - if any of this is likely to cause you offence, please do
not read on ....

Liam raised his hand in greeting, turned and hauled himself out of the
pool. Within seconds he was padding around the outside of the pool, leaving
a wet trail from his dripping body. Clearly Liam was another Goth. Although
his hair was plastered wet to his scalp, it was a deep dyed blue-black. He
also had on the same black lip-gloss and dark eyeliner that Chloe used. He
was 100% cute that much was sure. He was slim, his upper body was long if
you know what I mean - clearly he had some more growing to do. I am
guessing that he must have been older than Chloe, maybe my age, I couldn't
be sure.

Almost by second nature my eyes travelled down his flat stomach and onto
his dark blue swimming trunks. They looked like the trunks that our
school's serious swimmers used in their team meetings, a white speedo tick
contrasted on the shiny nylon briefs and a white tie cord hanged in a loose
bow over the waistband. I was staring not so much at a bulge but more of a
mass. I was, of course, now familiar with the straining bulge of a boy's
erection but this was something else. The wet clinging material revealed a
hanging mass. There was the large bump with a slight indent underneath of
his ball sack and a curved thick tube in an arc over the top hanging
slightly forward of his stomach and being kept there by the clingy
nylon. This boy was huge!

Liam saw where my eyes were glued to and grinned. He waved his hand in
front of my eyes, like anyone trying to distract a daydreamer. I snapped
back into the world and said "Sorry". He smiled again, a wonderful natural
smile and replied simply "It's OK, I'm Liam." He put out his hand for me to
shake. I shook the offered hand; my eyes kept flitting over to the
nylon-covered crotch behind the handshake. Liam grinned once more and then
dived headlong into the pool.

Chloe was hanging onto the pool edge chuckling "Jeepers Suzie, you have a
one-track mind don't you." I lowered myself slowly into the water and said,
"Sorry, I don't mean to perve your boyfriend."

Chloe laughed out loud, "He's not my boyfriend. He's my bro. Literally
... he's my brother!" I didn't quite know what to say or do. I mean, was I
supposed to be cruising a brother's crotch in front of his sister? I dipped
my head below the water and swam around Chloe until I surfaced on the other
side of her.

I decided to act a little more brazen than I actually felt. I figured that
I had already shared something with this girl, something special. "I'll
have one of those butterfly things off you. How much are they?" Chloe
smiled back at me and replied, "I figured you would. They're either £15 or
a sleepover" I looked a little uncertain, Chloe continued, "Look Suze,
you're hot, I don't know if you know it but you are. If you sleepover one
night, I'll let you have the butterfly." I was both shocked and pleased at
the compliment.

I acted my best coy and innocent, "You mean if I say over one night I can
have it for nothing. Just for sleeping over?" Chloe smiled and replied,
"There's no need for the act girl, and its NOT what you're thinking." I
have to admit that about now I was confused and I must have looked it, she
continued, "Look. I'm a voyeur, I like to watch, I like girl porn. OK
sometimes I might sneak a few touches like back then but mostly I want to
watch - it's my thing, it's what I do." For the first time in my life I had
an insight into someone else's fetish.

I was a little surprised. It was genuinely something I would have to think
about and I told Chloe this. "Hey it's good," she said " Claire said you
were good with girls, I figured you might want to try this too. I don't
want to frighten you off. I know I can be too full on sometimes, you let me
know when you've made up your mind OK?"

The afternoon drifted into the evening. Liam got out of the pool and
stepped gingerly around the pool edge, shouting some sort of message to
Chloe about going out. Chloe and I eventually stepped out of the pool. We
had to share a towel from the arm of a chair and we both walked back into
her bedroom.

Chloe stepped into the shower first, carrying her clothes in the crook of
her arm. I politely straightened up the bed, a little embarrassed at a
dried yellowing circle of my juices on the black quilt cover. Chloe came
out just a few minutes wearing the black robe that she had greeted me in.

I stepped into the bathroom. My clothes were stacked on the top of the
towel rack. My panties were still in the basin but in a much different
position than I thought I had left them. Chloe saw me looking and asked,
"Have they been moved?" I nodded, Chloe continued "That was probably Liam,
the perve, he's always coming in here, sorry." I shrugged, "Hey, it's no
biggie"

Chloe politely left the room so I could shower in peace. I quickly dressed
but decided against wearing my damp but drying school knickers. I bundled
them so the driest layers were on the outside of the rumpled ball and
stuffed them into my pocket.

We finished our now flat cokes and made our goodbyes. Chloe gave me a peck
on the cheek at the door and said, "You've got my number right?" I smiled
back and made my way back home.

The screaming boys shipped out and, almost immediately, another boy
arrived. He was young; maybe just 13 and I think he was Polish.  At least
this one was quiet. Mum and Dad looked exhausted from the duo from hell, I
felt genuinely sorry for them. I suggested that they get away for the
weekend, stay somewhere nice and I would look after the boy. He wasn't due
to be picked up until Sunday evening, so they could enjoy a weekend to
themselves.

My parents were immediately grateful but felt that they shouldn't dump
their responsibility on me. Dad was a little keener on getting away than
mum and he applied some gentle well-reasoned arguments. It was just enough
for mum to compromise that they would go away Saturday morning until Sunday
morning. Mum and dad were overjoyed at the prospect of a break and thankful
beyond the usual niceties.

I sauntered back to my room and rang Chloe before the door had clicked shut
behind me. My heart sank, she couldn't make a sleepover at the weekend as
her Dad was back and they had this family crisis. She sounded upset but
chirped up when she realised that I was saying yes to a night satisfying
her voyeurist urges. I reassured her that there would be plenty of other
opportunities and, hearing her purr, I hung up. I next tried Marc, he was
eager to come over but was going out with Claire on Saturday night, he
seemed desperate to arrange something but I insisted that he keep his date
with Claire.

I was about to call Claire and suggest some kind of threesome, when I took
stock of what I was doing. Yea Gods, just how depraved had I become? I
decided to go without for the weekend; in the back of my mind I figured I
should try and break my growing nymphomaniac habits.

That Friday night I pawed my way through my vanity case, through the few
items of boys' underwear that I had collected from the laundry basket. I
had long ago accepted this was my fetish and had figured it was harmless
enough. I reassured myself that there wasn't much of it, at that time there
really wasn't. I tried a mental picture of each boy that had worn them and
tried desperately to get some scent of the boy from the material. I
wondered if I could get a real picture of each boy, nothing smutty, just a
simple photo to allow me to remember better who owned what souvenir in my
case. We had a web cam, the pictures were grainy but they would do. It was
easy to get the boys engrossed on the computer and it was simple to click
the frame-capture button on the web cam. That would save a picture on the
hard drive for me to move across onto my hidden floppy disks later. It was
an idea but, at that time, that was all it was.

That night I dug out the only special pair of boy's briefs that I had at
that time, Marc's. These were the only momento of a live encounter in my
collection. I pawed the grey material and tried to lick a small spot of
long-dried precum that had oozed through the elastic waistband as Marc's
tool had tried to push up and under them.. The waistband bore the trademark
'Wolsey' all the way around and the precum spot nearly covered the whole of
the front seam. I studied it as I stroked myself into a gentle
sleep-inducing orgasm that was no comparison to the shattering episode
brought about by Chloe's sex toy from earlier.

The following morning Mum and Dad left at about 10am and I looked after the
boy. The boy's name was Kain.  He was a regular 13 year old, fair-haired
and cute but nothing special. He watched TV and ate a burger for lunch. He
spoke no English at all. He spent most of his time with his nose buried
inside a huge book that I couldn't understand at all. He didn't seem too
distressed at being in a strange house waiting to be shipped back to Poland
with his parents on Sunday evening.

The only special thing was his ointment. He had tried to come into the
country with his parents hidden on a truck carrying a prefabricated
building of some sort. Kain had hidden between two rolls of roof insulation
that had brought him out in a rash. It was nothing much but he had to have
this ointment rubbed on the rash after he washed.

A science fiction programme that he had been watching ended. He hadn't been
listening; he'd just stared at the robots and aliens blowing each other
up. It was about 9pm and I made a sleeping gesture to him with my hands on
each side of my face. He nodded and bounded off towards his bedroom.

I watched the news a little and started channel hopping. Kain had moved
across the landing upstairs, I had heard him run a few inches of water into
the bath and was now listening the gentle sloshing of someone bathing. A
few minutes later the sloshing stopped and there was a flurry of footfalls
followed by the unmistakeable noise of water draining out of the plughole.

Kain appeared in the lounge wearing nothing but a pair of blue and white
striped briefs and carrying a tube of ointment. The boy was completely
unabashed at his lack of clothes in front of me; he probably looked at me
as a surrogate sister or, heaven forbid, a mother figure. He offered the
ointment tube towards me and I reached out to take it from him. He turned
his back towards me and I started to smear the thin white paste from the
tube over his skin.

He didn't really have a build as such; his young body was just a tube shape
running down to slightly wider hips and a small round bum covered with the
horizontally striped briefs. I gently rubbed the white gloop around the
angry look patch of skin down his left side until it had disappeared
completely. I started rubbing a smaller amount onto another red patch that
stretched from the base of his left buttock a short way down his leg and
around the side of his thigh. The boy simply stood in front of me as I sat
there dutifully massaging the cream into his pale skin. I lifted the bottom
seam of his briefs slightly up his buttock to get to the top of the rash,
this caused him to take half a step forward to catch his balance, but that
was the only movement that he made during the whole process.

With the last of the ointment rubbed into his back, I turned him around. I
put one hand gently on his hip and slowly pulled until he had turned to
face me. The rash reached around from his back and onto his left ribcage,
the red patch got narrower towards his stomach and was really just on the
outside part of his thigh. There was a red mark on his elbow and forearm. I
could almost imagine him half lying on his back propped up by his elbow,
completely oblivious to the irritant that he was on.

I poured a fresh line of gloop onto my hand and smeared it between both
palms by rubbing my hands together. I rubbed the cream into his arm. Once
that had disappeared I started to rub the ointment into the red skin on his
chest, round and round, back and forth I went, waiting for the white smears
to be worked into the skin before moving lower to the next part.

I had worked my way onto his stomach before I really paid any attention to
his briefs. In a way this was a relief that maybe I wasn't becoming a
sex-mad fiend after all, I could be disinterested in a male crotch after
all. Unfortunately, this male crotch was interested in me! What had been a
tight and compact bump in his briefs was definitely growing the lower my
hands worked.

At first the compact hard bump grew slightly, I could now make out a
distinct tube curved down over a small pair of balls. My hands kept up
their gentle massaging of the ointment, slowly inching lower and lower. I
realised that my innocent nursing ministrations had almost instantly turned
to a seduction at the first hint of the boy's arousal. It was good to see
that there were still some red-blooded boys about and not the sexually
inhibited ones like Hafsa.

I worked my way lower and lower, until my fingers were brushing just inside
the wrinkled waistband. The material felt new, I guess another welcome
present bought by my mother courtesy of the immigration department. I
wondered why she had moved away from the white briefs that she had
outfitted Artemka with. I figured there were cheaper; they didn't have any
kind of heavy-duty seams or openings to them.

By now the little boy tube was sticking straight out in front of him, a
definite growing erection growing in an unnatural direction because of the
briefs. I slid my hands down to the boys thigh, my hands stroking up and
around in a gently caress.  My fingers found their way into an opening in
the elastic leg hole caused by the boy's erection pulling the front of his
briefs outwards.

I looked up and the boy laughed like a mischievous imp, he put his hand on
his hips and thrust his groin towards me a few times, laughing loudly all
the time. It wasn't like he was trying to shock or upset me; he was simply
playing a game. He bounded onto the sofa and started to gyrate his hips in
a clumsy attempt at erotic dancing. I took up the game and pounced, pinning
him onto his back on the sofa.

He giggled and tried to wriggle out from between my arms. I had one hand on
his chest and the other on his shoulder, it was like trying to grasp a
giggling eel but I managed to hold him down. I lifted one still-greasy palm
up to show him and tried to playfully smear it onto his nose. He chuckled
and flailed his hands playfully, protecting his face from the gooey mess
that I threatened him with.

I rubbed the ointment down his chest, cleaning it off my palms. I showed
him my palm again, still a little bit greasy. Half playfully and half
lustfully I wiped the last remnants of the ointment off on his briefs. My
palm completely encircled the boy's groin, cupping everything in that hard
lump. I held my hand still for a moment, relishing the stiff tube in my
grasp before I moved my hand in a circle, swirling and twisting that hard
small pole that stuck straight out of the striped cotton. I moved the end
around and around, swirling it in the palm of my hand. I went faster and
faster moving the shaft around inside the smooth cloth. I decided to
suddenly change tactic, pushing the youngster's erection up and down - one
moment pushing it down back between his legs, the next pulling my fingers
back along its length dragging it back to its previous position sticking
straight out in his stretched briefs.

The boy had kept up his laughing and giggling; it was still just a great
feeling game to this young boy, the sexual implications perhaps lost on him
altogether.

The cloth finally released its grip on his hard young rod and Kain's
erection flopped to lie to one side in the front of his briefs. It was
solid, very hard, but only measured maybe three and a half inches at the
most. My hand was still working on the hard flesh, rubbing it up and down,
moving it left and right, all at a furious and determined rate. The palm of
my hand was suddenly wet, slimy in fact. A small wet spot was growing from
the hard bulb that was the end of his erection. It wasn't as much as the
other boys' ejaculations but it was definitely there.  I was staring at the
mess on my palm when Kain squealed in delight. Not so much thrill of his
ejaculation but more that he had somehow won an advantage over me in our
game.

He wriggled free and ran up to his bedroom. I simply couldn't help but lick
the youngster's cum from my palm, it didn't taste like Artemka's and his
was the only fresh cum that I had really tasted, I wondered if each one
tasted different.

Kain had apparently gone straight to bed, he certainly was fast asleep when
I checked up on him ten minutes or so later. I retired to my lonely bed,
for some strange reason I didn't feel too good about myself. I know the boy
had enjoyed himself, if he had been more mature he probably would have
enjoyed it more, but I still felt guilty that I had probably taken
something from this boy simply for my own moment of amusement. I couldn't
even remember feeling particularly aroused at the time, it was simply there
and like a hunter I had pounced.

I made Kain his breakfast and he went outside to play football, he didn't
show any kind of reaction to what had happened the previous evening - maybe
it had just been a forgotten game after all. I tidied his room knowing he
was leaving that evening, removing the sheets to the laundry bin. I dropped
his socks and a button up shirt into the laundry before I realised that his
briefs were missing. Surely he wouldn't still have them on? I know that
there hadn't been a great deal of his semen on the cotton front when I had
last seen them, but I guessed there would have been more that had slopped
down onto his belly. Surely he wouldn't simply have kept them on, they must
have been really sticky and nasty.

I was right, I found them all screwed up hidden under the mattress. Within
the minute they had joined my vanity case collection. I decided that Chloe
seemed really well informed about things sexual, I thought that I should
ask her if my fetish was so bad or not.

The day moved on with Kain playing on my X box and then munching his way
through a plate of chips, before my much-relaxed parents returned home. I
didn't see Kain again, I had meant to at least say goodbye, but the goon
squad arrived when I was scooping green weed out of our pond and he was
gone by the time I came back to the house.

The next I knew the week had trundled on to Wednesday morning. The school
exam timetable drew to an end over the next few days with everyone out of
school except those poor souls taking the more obscure subjects. Even the
dramatic society was reduced to a final dress rehearsal before the big
night on Friday, the last day before the summer holiday. We had all had our
last minute meetings that morning about the stage production and then
walked away in our various friend groups.

Marc was there and seemed almost desperate to talk to me. I was keen to
speak to him too; I knew we both wanted, no, we both needed the same
thing. The milling crowd and people wanting to talk to him about things
theatrical simply kept us apart. I was hanging back, giving him the chance
to catch up with me when Chloe appeared at my side.

"Hi Suzie," she said, "sorry I couldn't do your sleepover on Saturday, Liam
cut his leg doing some sort of loop on his skateboard the day you came
round. Dad came back for his weekend and sort of freaked."

I listened sympathetically "Sorry Chloe, I didn't know, is Liam OK?" Chloe
nodded and looked up, she replied, "Yeah. He's getting out of hospital
tomorrow morning if all is well. He would have been out sooner but he
refused to keep his leg raised for a few days, so they kept him in. I'm
going to visit him now, you want to come along?"

I had nothing better to do so I followed Chloe to the bus stop and endured
the bus trip to the city centre on the rank circle line bus. Chloe chatted
away about anything and everything, she seemed such a genuinely nice person
- although, apart from the interest in sex, we had little in common.

The hospital was a busy place and we walked deeper and deeper into the maze
of corridors with all these people apparently knowing exactly where they
were heading. Eventually we came onto Liam's ward. I hadn't really been in
a hospital before. The ward was a just a long room with low walls dividing
the room into small cubicles of four beds, two on each side of a central
corridor. We checked in with the nurse at the entrance to the ward and she
told us to look in the last section.

Liam was sat up in bed reading a torn comic book, the bed next to him was
empty but being made up by two nurses; ready for its next visitor I
guess. On the other side of the corridor another boy, slightly younger than
Liam, was lying on his side apparently asleep, the bed beside him was
neatly made, ready and waiting.

Liam smiled at his sister and positively beamed when he registered who I
was. The nurses completed their bed making and nodded politely at us as
they left the cubicle. All three of us chatted about the lack of things to
do and exchanged some hospital jokes in the worst possible taste. Liam
complained that there were only four comics on the whole ward and they were
just going round and round.

Chloe then mentioned that I was trying to arrange a sleepover and Liam's
eyes gleamed. He said, "You mean, you two are going to ..." Chloe nodded,
and Liam continued, "Pffft you lucky cow Chlo, how come I never get your
luck?"

I was intrigued; clearly there was some background to this conversation
that I didn't know about. Chloe spoke in hushed tones, "Suzie is going to
be a customer and you know that butterfly thing? She loves it."

Liam was really interested by now. "I bet," he laughed, "next time you try
it can I have the controller?" Chloe joined in the joke, she said, "Hush
you, you're supposed to be ill."

I simply had to ask, "Do you two ..." I let the question trail off. Chloe
quickly replied, "No, no. He's just played with my toys, there's some for
the guys in there too you know." I nodded like I already knew that. Chloe
continued, clearly intending to embarrass her brother to the maximum
degree, "There's one he loves, he still got to pay for it now I think about
it," she paused to shoot a reproachful look at her brother, "its like a
soft pussy, you know, and it vibrates. It's a tight fit but he really loves
it judging by the number of those batteries that I see in his waste bin."

"Hey, no fair," protested Liam "I didn't know you'd been checking up on
me." Chloe chuckled; she continued to annoy her brother "Well I hope you
don't wear it out before you've paid me for it. It was £20 and you still
owe me."

Liam protested, joining in the banter, "I paid you £5 already." Chloe
thought on this, she actually put her finger to her black painted lips as
she considered what he had just said. She replied, "Why yes, so you did,
but that was weeks ago and you still owe me £15. I'm still not getting you
them until you pay the whole lot off."

I looked from Chloe to Liam and back again, not really believing the
conversation that was taking place in front of me. Chloe explained, "Liam's
got a problem, haven't you brother dear? I am getting him something from
mum's shop - but only ... when ... he ... pays ... me." She punctuated the
last few words with jabs of her finger into his bare ribs.

I opened my mouth to ask the question but Chloe was just one step ahead of
me. "Liam finds condoms hurt him, so he doesn't get his wicked way. He
either goes through pain or does without, don't you bro?" She tussled his
hair playfully. Then, ever the entrepreneur, she said "Claire gets her
condoms from me, can I put you on the list?" I smiled and shook my head,
"No, I don't use them." I replied almost without thinking.

On hearing this Liam's head snapped round to face me. He was going to speak
but Chloe gave him an extra hard prod in his bare side and said, "No!" then
she paused "I'll bring your toy if you're kept in any longer OK?"

Liam chuckled quietly, "I'll sure need something sis, I've been stuck in
this same bed for days." Chloe lifted the sheet off Liam's stomach and
peered down under that raised cover. "Aw," she teased, "it's looking all
neglected." Liam tried to half-heartedly brush his sister's hands away from
the bed sheet. Chloe continued, "What do you reckon Suzie?" She lifted the
sheet a little higher, but I had to move to her other side to see what she
was talking about. Chloe's cell phone started to ring as I moved past her;
she struggled to hook the phone out of her bag while keeping the sheet
lifted ready for my inspection.

It was clear that although she was intent on annoying and embarrassing her
brother, even Chloe had respect. She could have ripped the sheet clean off,
or pulled it down, instead she raised it to make sure that only those
people that she chose shared in her actions.

I had been sat on Chloe's left, on a chair level with Liam's knees, but I
now moved around the back of Chloe's chair and stood on her right. Without
further invitation I peered under the raised white sheet.

Liam was naked. I now had a clear, well clear-ish, view of what had created
that promising mass in his dark blue Speedos of last Tuesday. A dark brown
tuft of hair crowned a thick long rubbery tube of his flaccid penis,
lolling over the top of a swollen pair of balls lying deep in the shadow
between his thighs. He was big, even in his floppy state I was guessing he
was already as large as Marc was erect. I joined in with Chloe's tease
"Yup," I said, "Looks very neglected."

Chloe dropped the sheet quickly and used an outstretched arm to move me
back a little. I looked up and saw why. A nurse was descending on us - just
as the guilt hit home, I realised it was Chloe's phone that was the
problem. Chloe spoke quickly into the small black flip-phone "I'll call you
right back" and pressed a button to end the call. "Sorry," she called to
the nurse, "I thought it was off. I'll take it outside." Chloe stood
quickly and strode past the nurse towards the exit.

Liam spoke up "Suzie, look I know we've just met and everything but would
you even consider err ..." I stopped him short with a smile. "Whatever do
you mean?" I replied trying my best to be coy. Liam looked really
embarrassed.

I let him suffer a few moments before becoming my lust filled monster then,
out of the blue, I asked, "Can I touch it?" Liam said nothing in protest so
I lifted the sheet a little and peered back in. This time I reached in with
my free hand.

Before my fingers actually touched my prize it started to rise. Jerking
every second or so and becoming longer and harder with each powerful
throb. In just a few seconds what had been a long but limp hose was now a
hard straining rod. My palm slid over the swollen glans and my fingers
reached down to grasp the top the shaft itself. On the first touch his
penis jumped powerfully, throbbing against my hand. He was huge, I was
guessing maybe 8 inches long. Such a monster on such a cute boy was a
dream; for the sex-starved vixen I had become it was simply too good to
turn down. My hand slid around the top of his rod as I readjusted my grip
to clench his flesh in my fist. My fingers just managed to encircle his
thick shaft. I slid my hard down the long sleek shaft, amazed at how far it
had to travel before it came to a rest against its base. My little finger
tickled his balls a little while my hand remained motionless.

I drew my loosely clenched fist slowly up, gently almost, all the way back
up to the top until it came to rest under the hard ridge that marked the
start of his glans. I looked up to find Liam looking passionately at me. I
looked that boy straight in his big brown eyes and said "Liam, you can use
this in me anytime you damn well want." Liam looked astonished; then he
said, "What you mean, no condoms or anything?" I nodded and he grinned,
very much like the cat that had just stolen the cream.

He lay back propped up against the pillows that raised him. While my hand
moved gently below the sheet, moving up and down just an inch or so. Liam
was torn between fully joining in the experience, or keeping what was
happening just below the low partition wall a secret from the rest of the
ward. He ended up just squirming in the bed as my hand moved under the
sheet.

I decided as I had another helpless victim firmly in my control I would try
something different. As I slid my hand up I allowed it to continue all the
way up to the top of his penis until my palm was resting on the very top,
then I would turn my palm around on top of the slit before gliding it back
around his shaft and down until my whole hand had slid to just below his
glans. I then turned my loosely held fist around, sort of running it around
the underside of that hard ridge before repeating the whole process.

I deliberately, teasingly kept it oh so very slow. My usual tactic was to
build up speed, but I wasn't in any hurry and this boy had inches more for
me to play with.  As the minutes went on I allowed my slowly pumping hand
to creep lower and lower down his shaft, always paying that special
attention to his glans on each up stroke. My fingers almost not touching
his smooth silky shaft, sliding and slipping slowly all the way up and all
the way down had the effect that I wanted.

My palm started to pick up a little moisture each time it spun around the
top of his glans. Liam started to squirm a little more each time my hand
snaked it way down. He started to thrust gently into my hand, his beautiful
stomach tensed. I knew he was close; I was going to enjoy this.

The poor boy hadn't had any relief for days and he must have been
bursting. I desperation he whispered huskily, "Suzie, please can we go
someplace?" The question took me by surprise but it seemed a really
attractive option at that time, the thought of having this cute boy's
monsterous shaft inside me really turned me on. I considered this a while,
absent-mindedly I was still slowly working on his tool as I thought. I
should have stopped, the thought of being screwed in some side room
someplace would have been good right then, but I wasn't thinking about what
I was doing.

Liam squirmed hard and gasped, still trying to hide his predicament from
the rest of the ward. I felt his penis spasm and a hot, wet liquid splashed
hard against my forearm just below the elbow. A second hard pulse wracked
his straining shaft and a long white stream of cum suddenly appeared as a
ribbon from his left nipple to its origin down under the sheet. A third and
forth shot landed a trail of spots on his stomach. The last remained as a
strand to momentarily stretch as a rope between his stomach and my
still-moving hand.

He was half laughing, half gasping, all the time trying to act
matter-of-fact to those people on the other side of the low partition
wall. There were even a couple of adults, probably parents of a young boy
who was lying in a bed just on the other side of that wall. The thrill of
wanking a beautiful boy just a few feet away from a lot of people, with
none of them knowing, always with the risk of being discovered, was amazing
- I was positively alive with the buzz of it all.

Liam lay there splattered. I knew I had best try and do something so, with
a few paper towels and two discreet trips to the wash basin for water, I
managed to sponge most of the cum off his smooth chest.

We giggled and chatted as if nothing had happened for the next five minutes
or so. Chloe came back and she joined in the conversation. Eventually the
nurses started to get busy preparing to serve dinner and we were politely
told to leave. Liam suddenly told Chloe, "Chlo, you know when Suzie comes
over for your sleepover?" Chloe looked up quizzically and half-nodded, Liam
continued, "Well err ... can I join in?" the look on Chloe's face was a
picture; it was a mixture of surprise, jealousy, anger and disgust. Liam
picked on the misunderstanding, "I mean for Suzie, not you!" Chloe calmed
down a little, kissed her brother on the forehead without saying a word and
started to walk away. I waved a goodbye and smiled as Chloe marshalled me
out. Just as Chloe passed the foot of Liam's bed she smiled and said,
"Maybe." She really was the ultimate tease.

To be continued ...