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By villager@hushmail.me 

Abuse – Part 5

OK, here's the part all you perverts have been waiting for! :-)

Continued from Part 4 ...

“You may as well keep your jammies off till I've put on your ointment,” John suggested, and they walked to the bedroom without bothering to put anything on. Matthew again took John's hand. As they walked in the bedroom door, the phone began to ring. John sat on the side of the bed and picked up the bedroom phone extension. Matthew sat beside John, their hips touching, and as John spoke into the handset he snaked an arm around John and cuddled his waist. John put an arm around Matthew's shoulder and pulled him close.

“Matthew's with me, Gareth, I'll put you on speaker.” John pressed the appropriate button on the phone.

“Hi guys,” Gareth's voice came from the speaker. “I've just come out of theatre ...”

John looked at the time. “That was quick,” he said, and thought to himself, “either the operation went incredibly well, or …”

“We started ahead of schedule,” Gareth explained. “I am very pleased with the operation, there were no complications and the post-op scan shows that the entire tumour has been removed.”

“Is Dad awake?” asked Matthew.

“You father is in intensive care,” Gareth said, “And we will be keeping him comatose for a while – these operations are quite a trauma to the brain. After we remove the sedation he may awaken immediately, though it is not uncommon for patients not to regain consciousness for quite a while. The hospital will keep you informed. You can see him in the morning if you want, but be prepared because he has a lot of tubes and wires coming out of him, and he doesn't look too well, but that is perfectly normal.”

“Would you like to do that?” John asked Matthew.

“You said there's no tumour left?” Matthew spoke to the phone.

“It's completely gone,” assured Gareth.

“Then it's my Dad again, so yes please, John.”

“I'll leave you two to it then,” said Gareth, “If you arrive at around 11, Bill and I will also be at the hospital and could meet you.”

“Let's do your back,” John said to Matthew, taking the tube of ointment from the bedside table. Matthew rolled onto the bed and lay diagonally across the large mattress, face down. John turned so that he was lying on his side facing Matthew, propped up on one elbow. He squeezed a line of the ointment down Matthew's spine, and began gently spreading it over his back and buttocks with the palm of his hand.

“Does that hurt?” John asked as he rubbed.

“No, it feels really nice,” Matthew assured him, “You can press a bit harder if you want.”

John obediently increased the pressure a little, giving Matthew a light one-handed massage. He added a little more of the ointment from time to time. Matthew stretched out his arm and held John around his waist for a while, and then rolled slightly onto his side, facing John so that John now had to reach around Matthew to rub his back. John noticed that Matthew had an erection again. So did John.

Matthew had begun experiencing sexual urges for the first time about a year previously. He had known about sex for quite a while before that, but only when the first invisible stage of puberty had begun did he understand what sexual arousal felt like, and he had discovered masturbation just like every normal boy of that age had done for millennia. His urges had been unfocussed and lacked direction. His activities with his best friend had begun to include a sexual element – body-rubbing when play-wrestling, and once they had briefly groped each others' erect penises though their clothing, but with his friend's mother being present in the house at the time it didn't develop into anything more, and to Matthew's dismay his friend's family had moved away shortly afterwards. After that his mother's worsening illness and his father's increasingly violent behaviour had made Matthew too distressed to devote a lot of time to fulfilling his urges.

The very first time that John had taken Matthew in his arms on the sofa after rescuing him, Matthew had felt a strong sexual attraction toward him, but had not considered the possibility that it might ever be reciprocated. A man would just not think of a boy that way. Matthew enjoyed the cuddles and took every opportunity to touch John, and he of course knew that John liked him a lot, but was certain that if John had feelings of love, it would be the same sort of love that his mother had had for him, or that his father used to have. It was only when he saw John get an erection in the shower earlier that he dared to hope – but it was not a very strong hope, because he knew from his own experiences that erections can happen for no good reason, and John had not seemed to pay any attention to Matthew's erection or his own. But now, with John caressing him as he was, even though Matthew knew that John was only doing it because he had to put on the ointment, Matthew's sexual desire was overwhelming and he knew he wanted closer contact – much closer.

Matthew moved his arm higher up, and pulled John toward him. John moved the elbow he was propped up on so that he was now lying down completely on his side, facing Matthew. Matthew rolled so that he was also completely on his side, his hips level with Johns hips. John stopped his rubbing.

“Don't stop, John, it feels really good,” urged Matthew, and at the same time he reached his arm around to cuddle John, and started rubbing his palm up and down John's back. John moved his lower arm under Matthew's neck, so his head was resting on John's arm, and continued to rub his back. Matthew wriggled his body closer to John, and pressed his chest against John's chest. John was copying Matthew's hand movements – when Matthew rubbed around John's shoulders, John would do the same to Matthew, and when Matthew ran his fingers up and down John's spine, John would do likewise. Matthew pulled John tighter into his chest, and John wrapped both arms around the top of Matthew's back and pulled Matthew toward him as well, then moved his head down to kiss Matthew lightly on his forehead. Matthew turned his head up and kissed John's chin, and John ran the tip of his tongue lightly over the tip of Matthew's nose. Matthew pushed his lower arm under John's neck and gave him a two-armed hug. Then the hand that had been rubbing John's back ran lightly down the side of John's body, and began stroking John's buttock. John copied his action, and ran his hand all over Matthew's upper buttock, and further down to the back of his leg, bringing his fingers slightly between Matthew's legs as he rubbed back over his buttock. Matthew also ran his hands between the back of John's legs, but instead of moving back to John's bum, Matthew's fingertips discovered the loose skin at the very rear of John's scrotum, and began playing with it. Matthew's scrotum was too small to extend back that far.

John had slowly realised since the shower that his compassion for Matthew had developed a sexual element – he was uncertain how long it had existed – perhaps it had been present from the very first, hidden from John's conscious mind. He also knew that a 12 year old boy in this day and age would know very well that things were becoming sexual, but was concerned that Matthew was only doing what he thought John wanted.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” John whispered to Matthew, “I honestly don't mind if we don't.”

Matthew's heart gave a leap. By asking the question, John had told Matthew that he knew exactly what was happening, and not only that, he was willing to “do this” if Matthew wanted.

Matthew had never kissed anyone on the lips in his life, but such things do not need teaching or training, they are instinctive. “Oh yes,” breathed Matthew, then pulled on the back of John's head, clamping his lips over John's. John pushed the hand that was under Matthew's bum in between his legs, and began fondling Matthew's scrotum from behind, rolling Matthew's balls gently between his fingers. John's tongue shot out and pushed past Matthew's lips, and Matthew sucked on it greedily. Matthew moved his legs apart, giving John more access to his jewels, then moved his own hand around John's thigh to the front, where he grasped John's fat ballsack and copied John.

Without breaking lip contact, John rolled half onto his back to give Matthew more room, and rapidly extracted his hand from between Matthew's legs so he could move it to the front. Matthew rolled fully onto his back, pulling John's head so that it was over the top of his face, lips still locked. John's hand gently explored all over Matthew's pubic area, moving from his loose ballsack to his smooth five inch long slender stiff shaft, running his thumb over the small neat pucker of Matthew's foreskin before delving down to his pubic mound and running a finger through the light sprinkling of Matthew's dozen or so fine pubic hairs.

John pulled his lips from Matthew's mouth and planted small kisses and licks on his neck. Matthew grasped John's penis, feeling its adult thickness, though it was only an inch longer than Matthew's own shaft, and he pulled down so that John's loose foreskin retracted to expose its head. John pulled on Matthews much thinner shaft, finding that his foreskin was sufficiently loose to be slid all the way back. Matthew gasped, and a silver bead of liquid oozed from the tight slit.

“I love you John,” Matthew declared, pulling John's head back up to his lips. John removed his hand, gently took Matthew's hand off his own penis, then thrust his hips forward so that their erections were pressed together. John squeezed his bum cheeks, and Matthew took the hint and pushed himself back against John. John rolled onto his back, pulling Matthew on top of him. Mathhew began humping against John in earnest, sliding his hard nail easily in the slippery liquid that both John and Matthew were producing continuously. John ran his hands down Matthew's body until he was grasping the bottom of Matthew's buttocks, pulling in time with Matthews movements, which were becoming increasingly feverish.

John was shaking with the strongest sexual feelings he had ever experienced, and even though Matthew had only been rubbing against him for a few seconds, he began grunting. “Ah, Matthew I'm going to cum. Do it fast.”

“Ugh – Oh John, I'm getting the feeling too.”

“Oh”

“Ahh”

“Ug … ugh JOHN!” Matthew gave three powerful thrusts and then his movement slowed. He gave a short gasp as his buttocks gave two quick spasms and then he sighed and became still. John's hands slid up Matthew's back and held him tight as they kissed again, grinding their lips together tightly as their tongues battled.

They lay like that for many minutes after their breathing had returned to normal. Eventually John rolled with Matthew onto his side, and they remained in their silent embrace for many more minutes. Matthew curled up, with his knee between John's legs. Their mingled semen ran down their bellies and stained the sheet with two damp patches.

“Are you still OK with it?” John asked Matthew quietly after a while.

“Of course I am,” said Matthew. Then worried, he asked, “Are you OK with it, John?”

“I shouldn't be,” John replied, “What we just did is supposed to be very wrong, but yes, I am completely OK with it. Do you think it was wrong?”

“Maybe for other people, but not for us,” Matthew said, “but we better not tell anyone else, 'cos they prob'ly won't understand.”

“That's for sure,” John agreed, “I've got … I mean that my feelings for you are … I've just never felt like this about anyone before.”

“Was it better than with a girl?” Matthew asked, curious.

“I wasn't meaning that feeling,” John said, “I mean my feelings for you in my heart, not sex.”

Matthew hugged John tight. “I was hoping that's what you meant,” he said. “But was what we just did anything like having sex with a girl? It was awesome! We gotta do it again tomorrow!”

“I don't know,” John admitted, “I've never had sex with a girl. Actually I haven't done anything like that with anyone else before, I think I was too scared.”

“But you weren't scared with me?” Matthew queried.

“No, I wasn't,” John said, “I think it's 'cos … um … you're the only person I've ever been in love with so it just felt right.”

Matthew began crying.

“Matthew, what's wrong?” John asked, alarmed.

Matthew was laughing and crying at the same time, “Nothing's wrong. I dunno why I'm crying, it's silly.”

“No it's not,” said John, and tears were streaming down his face as well.

John reached over to the switch by the bed and turned off the light, then pulled the duvet over them both. If happiness glowed, they would have lit up the entire neighbourhood.

To be continued …

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