Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 18:11:10 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: And he scores 3

A coming of age story which shares a boy's learning of same-
sex relationships with a man's understanding of letting the
past go. I hope you enjoy it, if you do and want more,
please let me know. Roy. sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk

                       And he Scores! 3

After about 25 minutes, Bryan opened his eyes as he slowly
awoke. He looked at Fred watching him and smiled. "Thank
you!" he said, and cuddled up to Fred, burying his head in
the man's chest.
"Thank you as well!" Fred whispered into the boy's hair.
Bryan snuggled up closer and, lifting his legs against
Fred's crotch, felt the damp material of his boxers. He
looked up at the man's face and giggled.
"I think we both need a shower!" Fred said.
Fred climbed out of bed and watched the boy jump out beside
him, then watched as he trotted across the room and out to
the bathroom, his soft but damp penis wiggling as he moved.
His tight white buns jigged as he went through the doorway.
'So tight, so inviting!' Thought Fred.
Bryan reached the bathroom door, turned and looked. 'Come
on!' he waved his hand.
Fred pushed down his soaked boxers and stepped from them,
walking towards the boy, whose eyes clicked open wide at the
sight. He ushered him into the bathroom, leant into the
shower to turn the water on, then stood back to miss the
first burst of cold water. He felt Bryan's hand, his soft
warm fingers, encircling it and sliding the skin to and fro.
With an arm on his shoulder he brought the boy into the
shower behind him as he stepped into the warm, soothing
spray. Bryan kept sliding that skin up and down as Fred
reached full erection, and as Fred watched, the boy's tool
lifted like a miniature crane jib until it stood pointing up
at about 50 degrees from his body.
Fred thought it would take him ages to come again after
blowing that huge load in his shorts as Bryan had filled his
throat almost an hour before, but as he looked down at the
boy, his hair plastered down by the water, water that
glistened on his body like smooth varnish, and watched his
perfectly proportioned, straight, hard penis stretch to the
point where its protective foreskin flipped and rolled back
over the shiny head, he felt the lifting of his balls and
the rush start.
"I'm gonna -" he started to say, then watched amazed as
Bryan crouched down and took his cock between those sweet
pink lips and suck him like an ice lolly.
Fred hadn't felt this turned on in years, and the force of
his cumshot blasted the back of Bryans throat, making him
gag and retch. Fred grabbed the boy under his arms, holding
him up and supporting him while he coughed and spat the
white fluid up, and fought to prevent himself vomiting over
them both.
As it passed, Bryan stood and looked Fred in the face, his
tears visible through the shower water.
"I - I'm sorry." He said. "I w-wanted to -"
"It's alright," Fred comforted him, "It caught you by
surprise. I threw up the first time Jimmy came in my
mouth, he always came hard, too!"
Bryan smiled weakly as a sign that his apology had been
accepted, and that Fred's comforting had worked.
Fred glanced down and saw that Bryan's hard-on had wilted.
"Come on," he said, "Let's get cleaned and dressed." And,
reaching for the soap, washed Bryan's body all over.
When they had soaped and showered each other, Fred got them
each a warm soft bath towel from a hot rail, and they wrapped
and dried themselves. Back in the bedroom, Fred helped Bryan
into his clothes and put clean ones on himself.
He sat on the bed and held Bryan's hands in his own. "You're
a very beautiful boy, Bryan." He said. Someday you're going
to make somebody very, very happy indeed." Bryan blushed and
smiled at him.
"The question is," Fred continued, "is it going to be a
pretty girl or a handsome boy?"
Bryan thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know yet,
Fred. How do I find out?"
Fred squeezed the boy's hands a little tighter, drawing him a
little closer to him.
"You'll know when it's time to know." He said. "You'll meet
someone who's right for you, and then you'll know." Bryan
smiled and said, "Thanks, Fred."
"That's all right, Tiger!" Fred smiled back. "Now, is there
anything else I can do for you before I send you back home?"
Bryan leaned right forward over Fred and whispered in his
ear, "Make me come again!"
Fred laughed, spun the boy round and sat him on his leg. He
had a hand behind his back, and tickled his far side with the
fingers of that hand, making Bryan wriggle and squirm. His
other hand's fingers unbuttoned and unzipped Bryan's jeans
and reached under his pants' elastic waistband.
"What's this I've found!" Fred joked, "A wriggly little
worm?"
"No!" Bryan giggled, "It's a deadly snake!"
"It can't be!" Fred continued, "Snakes are long and have hard
bodies!"
He slid the skin up and down a few times, and the worm
stiffened and grew longer.
Bryan stopped in mid-giggle, gasped, and took some of his
weight on his feet. "Please -!" he sighed.
Fred's fingers flew up and down the growing shaft. He pulled
Bryan closer to him. "I love you, Bryan." He whispered.
"Oh" "Ah" "Yeah!" Bryan cooed as Fred's deft fingerwork
brought the young teen quickly to his edge. Bryan turned his
head to Fred's, their lips met, their tongues touched a
couple of times, then Bryan turned back to watch as, ragged
breathed, he fired three long ropes of cum across the bedroom
floor. He stiffened as the climax swept over him, then
"Ahhhh!" he called out as it squirted from him. Relaxing
afterwards, he turned to Fred and said, "Sorry about your
carpet again!". Fred just smiled.
Bryan stood, and went to tuck himself back into his
underpants when Fred noticed a thin string of cum hanging
from his cock. He leaned forward and licked it off, then sat
back as the giggling boy tucked himself in neatly, zipped and
buttoned his jeans.
"Now leave it alone for a few days," Fred said, patting the
lump in Bryan's jeans, "Until you come back, say at the
weekend?"
"Leave it alone?" said Bryan. "Like, in a cupboard, out
of sight?"
"No!" Laughed Fred. "Just don't touch it!"
"But I'll pee down my trouser leg!" Bryan said, with a
pretend-hurt look on his face.
Fred laughed loud. "You know what I mean!" he said. "Don't
play with it at night!"
"Oooo! That'll be hard!" smiled Bryan.
"Well don't play with it when it is!" It was Fred's turn to
joke now.
Bryan looked the tiniest bit hurt when he realised the joke
was on him now, but a second later he chirped "OK! Fred, I'm
off home now!" and turned to go.
Fred followed him down the stairs, shaking his head as he
chuckled at the boy's humour.
He opened the door for Bryan and watched him run off down the
path.

Just after four o'clock on Friday, Fred's doorbell rang. When
he opened the door, there stood Bryan in his school uniform.
Green Blazer, jumper and tie, white shirt, grey trousers and
black shoes. All that was missing since his own school days
was the green uniform cap. Bryan had one hand on the strap of
a grey bag, slung on his shoulder. "Hello, Bryan!" he smiled,
then noticed the boy's pained expression.
"Whatever's the matter?" he asked.
"Fred, you just gotta let me!" Bryan said.
"Let you? Let you what?"
"It's been two days now, and it just won't go down!" he said,
pushing his hips forward to show the bulge in his trousers.
Fred laughed. "Not till the weekend!" he said.
"But Fred!" Bryan pleaded, "It's been like this all afternoon
at school, and we're going to Auntie Carol's tonight, we
won't be back till Sunday afternoon. I have to share a bed
with Billy, and I know I'll be in trouble, I just know it!"
Fred was disappointed. He was hoping to have a nice Saturday
afternoon with Bryan, watching the football on TV and then -.
He'd planned it all out.
"Isn't your mum expecting you straight home from school, eh?"
he asked.
 Bryan hung his head. "Please!" he whimpered.
Fred took a deep breath. "Come on then, be quick!" Bryan's
face lit up as he ran through the doorway. He dropped the bag
in the hall, then turned to face Fred. "Upstairs!" said Fred.
The boy's shoes clattered quickly up the stairs, and he ran
into the bedroom.
"No, in here!" Fred called when he reached the landing, and
walked into the bathroom. He closed the slats on the window
blind and turned on the light. Bryan ran into the room.
"If its got to be quick, its got to be in here." Fred said.
He looked down at Bryan, in the uniform Fred remembered
wearing himself, with the look of excited anticipation on his
face. 'Just like Jimmy.' he thought. "Get it out then!" he
said, as he had all those years ago.
Bryan unzipped his trousers, dove his fingers in through the
fly in his cotton briefs, and 'fished it out'. "You're gonna
love this!" Fred remembered that day, in June 1969. He knelt
down beside Bryan, turned him to face the toilet bowl, put
three fingers under and his thumb over the rigid cock, and
rubbed it to and fro.
"Ever done this before?" he asked.
Bryan looked down at Fred on hearing this strange thing. He
knew he did, he knows we've done more than this - he saw the
tear run down Fred's cheek.
Now if there's one thing you should know about Bryan, it's
that he's a very intelligent boy. He remembers things, even
the details, and can very quickly put two and two together.
He'd see things Sherlock Holmes would miss, and instantly
understand why they were important. He turned his head back
and watched Fred's hand rubbing his cock.
"No, what's going to happen?" he asked.
"You'll see, it's fantastic!" Fred whispered, barely audibly.
The fingers stroked away and Bryan felt the release he needed
so badly on its way.
"Stop, stop!" He said. "It feels funny!"
"No!" mumbled Fred. "You gotta keep doing it, it'll feel
great, you'll see!"
Bryan couldn't hold it back. A long stream of cum shot from
his cock, arced in the air and fell into the toilet, followed
by another, and another. "Prrrrp, prrrp, prrrp!" they went as
they splashed into the water.
"Wow! That was fantastic! Where did you learn that?" asked
Bryan.
Fred clutched him tight round the chest and pushed his face
into Bryan's arm. Bryan was sure he heard "Jimmy!" amongst
the sobs into his sleeve. He twisted and rubbed his free hand
in Fred's hair. "It's alright!" he said softly.
Fred looked up at Bryan with wet eyes. "I'm sorry!" he said,
struggling to hold back the tears.
"It's alright." said Bryan. "It was like the first time with
him, wasn't it?"
"Almost exactly." Fred murmured.
Bryan tried to lift Fred by the arm. "Come on!" he said. "I
gotta go!"
Fred stood up as Bryan adjusted himself back into his
trousers. "You OK?" he asked.
"I will be!" Fred replied, and forced a smile.
Bryan ran down the stairs, and Fred heard his kettle being
filled and switched on as he walked down a few seconds later.
He walked into the kitchen and Bryan had pulled a chair out
from the table for him. A teabag was in a cup ready.
"Have a cup of tea," Bryan said, "It'll be alright then.
Sorry, I gotta go!" and he was gone. Fred heard the door slam
as he left. Fred sat, lost in thought until the kettle
clicked off. He took a deep breath, stood and poured the
water into the cup.

The phone rang at ten o'clock and Fred picked it up. "Hiya!"
a familiar voice chirped. "You OK?"
Fred grabbed the TV remote and muted the sound. "Yes, fine
thanks, and you?"
"Bored stiff, and Billy's been playing up all evening. He's
still awake now!"
"Oh that's awful!" said Fred.
"I'll survive!" Bryan's voice sung down the phone. "I just
wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Thank you! That was very considerate of you!" Fred said,
delighted at his young friend's concern. "Gotta go! See you
Sunday!" came quickly down the line before it went dead.
Fred looked at the phone and smiled. 'See you Sunday!' he
thought.