This is an entirely fictitious account and in no way
condones the activity it describes. There are graphic descriptions of sexual
activity between adults and young people within. If this kind of material is
likely to offend, or if it is forbidden to you, then proceed no further.
ARCHIE
PART 4
Archie, Ryan and Harvey are
chatting in their usual manner on the bus as I sit nearby, eavesdropping.
Archie occasionally catches my eye knowingly but other than that there is no
clue of the clandestine relationship that has developed between us.
The topic of conversation is school lunch that day
when an unfortunate pupil had dropped his tray, scattering food and drink
across the floor. This had led to the inevitable cheering of the diners and a
stern reprimand for Harvey who had typically taken things a little too far.
Harvey is complaining. 'She always picks on me,' he says,
referring to one of the female teachers who he reckons has it in for him.
'Well, you were standing on your chair,' says Ryan,
'What do you expect?'
Harvey laughs it off and the conversation changes
tack. Harvey cannot sit still as usual and is now kneeling on the bus seat bent
over the one in front of him. This affords me a perfect view of his rear. He's
outgrowing his black school trousers and they hug the shape of his rump
tightly. I can make out the edge of his briefs under the fabric and feel my
cock filling out as I ogle his pert buttocks.
All to soon, Harvey and Ryan
have gone and I am alone with Archie.
'How was the sleepover with Gavin?' I ask.
'I told you, it wasn't a sleepover!' he complains.
'Whatever it was,' I continue, 'Did you have a good
time?'
'Oh, yes, we certainly did!' Archie replies. I will
have to await another occasion for him to spill the beans, as it were, and
confess to the fun they had both had playing with the little dildo and wanking together.
The previous week he has assured me that he'd pay me a
visit. Now I am keen to find out if he is going to keep his promise. 'Are you
coming back to mine sometime,' I ask.
'I can't tomorrow,' he explains, 'We've got a soccer
match after school. Hey, why don't you come and watch?'
'I'm not so sure that's a good idea,' I reply. The way
things are these days, a man watching boys playing soccer is likely to be
treated with suspicion.
Archie understands my concern. 'It's no big deal,' he
says. 'There'll be lots of parents watching. You can just pretend you're
someone's dad!'
The idea of watching an under-14s soccer match
certainly has an appeal and so I agree. 'Where is it and what time?' I ask.
It is at a local park, Archie explains, with kick-off
at 3.15 pm. They are playing in the area league against a rival school.
'Okay, I'll try to come but I can't promise,' I say,
although I know the thought of watching all those boys is going to be too hard
to resist!
'Epic!' Archie grins. 'And before you ask, I can
come to yours on Wednesday after school if you like!'
* * * * * * * * * *
On Tuesday I head to the venue of the soccer match
after work instead of catching my usual bus. I arrive soon after three and
there are already a good number of adults for me to blend in without drawing
attention. The two teams are warming up under the supervision of their sports
teachers.
Archie's school colour is obviously blue (as I
mentioned before, their blazers were a pale blue shade) and now I can see their
soccer kit was similar. They wear light blue tops and socks
and their shorts are dark blue. The opposing team are in red and white striped
tops and white shorts.
The match gets underway. Other than a few inspired
moments of skill, the game largely consists of a melee of boys charging about
the field and a good deal of yelling by their coaches. I quickly spot Archie,
of course, and I notice that Harvey is also playing.
I bemoan the fact that changes in fashion mean the
boys' shorts are not like the tight, scantier style of yesteryear (any boylover will be familiar with the skimpy shorts boys used
to wear!). Other than that, I'm treated to an hour of delight as these fit,
energetic thirteen-year-olds run up and down before me.
I'm no expert on football, it has to be said, so I
won't go into a minute by minute account of the match.
The result is 3-2 with Harvey clinching the match with a penalty shot in the
last few minutes of the game.
It would have been nice to have taken some pictures of
all those sexy boys. Instead I will have to content
myself with a fantasy about the boys in the showers as I wank later that
evening. My imagined scenario begins with a team talk from their teacher. The
eleven sweaty boys sit on the benches in the changing room with their grubby
knees and muddy boots. They are exhausted from their exertions but elated by
their win. The teacher congratulates them and concludes by saying, 'Okay, boys,
you all know what happens next, don't you? As Harvey scored the winning goal he gets the special reward!'
Eleven boys strip off and head for the showers. The
teacher gathers all the kit into a heap. He can't resist inspecting the boy's
underpants, picking up each one in turn. There are boxers and briefs and trunks
in all colours and sizes. He sniffs each pair. They are all warm and sweaty,
each scented with the boyish aroma of a day's wear.
In the showers, the eleven boys
soap themselves clean, transforming their lithe, young bodies from grubby
scamps into fresh-faced striplings. Eleven little Ganymedes!
One or two have yet to develop any pubic hair and they have dainty little
scrotums and diminutive cocks. Most have at least some pubes decorating their
bigger cocks.
Clean and fresh, but still dripping from the showers,
they return to the changing room. They are tugging on themselves, cajoling
their cocks to stiffness. The smallest boy has little more than two inches to
display in contrast to the biggest boy who proudly exhibits six inches of boycock. Without a word, Harvey spreads a large towel on
the floor and lays down upon it. The other ten boys gather in a circle around
him masturbating themselves eagerly. It doesn't take long (boys seldom do) and,
one by one, each boy announces his impending orgasm. Two of the boys are unable
to produce anything although it doesn't prevent them from enjoying shuddering drycums. The other eight boys, including Archie of course,
aim their stiff young cocks at the prostrate Harvey. Some shoot little creamy
darts of cum and others dribble but soon enough Harvey is decorated with sticky
spots and warm splashes of boyish goo. Harvey finishes last, squirting a
surprisingly substantial dollop of jizz that lands on
his chest.
* * * * * * * * * *
'Hey, you was at the soccer
yesterday, wasn't you?' Harvey asks once he's found his seat on the bus with
Ryan and Archie.
'Yes, I was,' I reply with a smile. 'Well done on the
win. Great penalty!'
'You ain't a parent though,
aren't you?' he adds.
'No, I'm...'
Archie interrupts. 'I invited him. He had heard us
talking about it and I said he could come and watch. After all, we know him
well enough as he's on our bus every day.'
Harvey's suspicions drop and he goes on. 'What did you
think? Was I the best player?'
'Oh, that's a tough call,' I reply, 'I thought you
were all pretty good.'
'Yeah, but I was the best, eh?' Harvey grins.
His shirt is untucked and
he's lost a button. I catch a momentary glimpse of his smooth, soft belly. He
notices this because he closes the gap although he doesn't seem to have minded
me looking at him.
'Sit down, Harvey,' complains Archie, 'You know the
driver doesn't like you mucking about and we'll all be
thrown off if you don't behave!'
Ryan pipes up. 'Do you wanna
sweet, mister?' he asks, thrusting a bag of chews in my direction. It's great
that all three boys seem at ease in my company. I briefly consider whether
Archie and I could persuade one or both of them to
join one of our fun sessions. Who would I like first, I wonder, a slightly
chubby Ryan with his little hairless dick or the energetic and more physical
advanced Harvey?
* * * * * * * * * *
True to his word, Archie returns home with me. He's
told his mother that he's having tea at Ryan's. She's fine with that as long as he is home by seven to do his homework.
'I'm starving,' Archie announces once we get indoors.
'You're a growing lad,' I smile. 'I'll see what I've
got, shall I?'
A couple of frozen pizzas are soon in the oven and we sit in the kitchen as they cook.
'I've got French homework tonight,' Archie says. That
is his way of saying 'will you help me do my homework' and we're soon working
through the exercise together. I don't simply give the answers this time, he has to earn them. Leaning over him, checking his answers and picking out the errors is fun. It even makes me
wonder why I never considered teaching. Of course, the simple answer to that is
I'd give in to temptation too easily!
We eat the pizzas once they're ready and Archie
watches the TV as I tidy away. It's almost as if we're a couple enjoying
typical domestic life rather than a single man and his young lover! Archie
appears at the kitchen door just I finish my tasks.
'Can I have a shower before we...you know!' he grins.
'Only if I can watch!' I reply, following him to the
bathroom.
I observe as he undresses before me. First his tie and
white shirt and then his school trousers. He gets one leg tangled at his ankle
and humorously hops from on the other foot trying to extricate himself. Eventually
he has to sit on the edge of the bath. His socks are
next, leaving him in his briefs. They are a black but decorated all over with a
pink splodges almost as if they've been splashed with
paint. A decent bulge in front indicates he's already half-hard.
He stands before me naked. His arms are folded across
his chest, his hands resting on his shoulders. He could me
mistaken for a helpless waif, innocent and child-like if it were not for the
way his stiff cock is standing proud inviting attention.
I reach for my phone. 'Can I take some pictures of
you?' I ask him.
'How do you want me?' he replies, eager to please.
'Stand still, just like that. You look so cute and
mischievous!'
I begin to take pictures. They will be something to
treasure for the future, long after Archie has become an adult. He takes to it
like a duck to water, striking all kinds of poses without any need for
instruction. There are pictures of him standing with his hands covering his
little genitals as he looks straight to camera, pictures of him sitting on the
edge of the bath toying with his boycock, pictures of
him with one leg raised so his little hairless scrotum dangles like a pair of
cherries waiting to be plucked. I even have pictures of him bending with his
bum facing the camera as he pulls his cheek wide apart to display the dark pink
pucker of his boy hole.
'I think I have enough now,' I say at last, although I
could happily spend the evening engaged in this impromptu porn shoot.
'Will you wash me back for me?' he asks.
'I'll have to get in the shower with you then.'
'I was hoping you might say that!'
There isn't a great deal of room in the shower but
that adds to the fun as our naked bodies rub against each other. I soon have
him covered in suds and my hands travel all over his lithe frame, washing and
caressing him. I wash his cock and little balls. He returns the favour, soaping
my dick until there's a danger I'll cum.
I leave his bottom until last, turning him around and
sliding soapy fingers along his crack and against his sweet pucker. We exit the
shower and dry ourselves
before heading for my bedroom. He clambers straight onto the bed and I follow. I snuggle against his smaller frame and
hug him tenderly, breathing in his scent. The aroma of sweaty schoolboy can be
a delicious turn-on but there's something to be said for the fresh, soapy scent
of a just-washed one. Archie turns and kisses me on
the lips. It's not a full-on kiss but more an affectionate peck. It comes as a surprise nonetheless.
Then Archie shuffles down until his head is alongside
my middle. He takes my cock and begins to suck it, lapping at the precum that
oozes from my piss slit and with his free hand he
fondles my heavy balls. I sigh with pleasure as the thirteen-year-old uses his
mouth to indulge me.
At last I speak. 'I want to fuck your little bottom. Will you let me?'
My boy slides up alongside me again. 'Yes, I want you
to,' he whispers.
Archie turns on his side and I snuggle up behind him.
I rest one hand on his smooth buttocks and stroke him gently. As my fingers
glide towards the cleft he raises a leg, giving me
freer access. I lick a finger and place it on his pucker, drawing delicate
circles around the rim.
'That's nice!' he murmurs, as I pleasure him there.
Then I reach for the lube, unfasten the cap and pour a
dribble into his crack. 'Ooo, that's cold!' he says.
The lube trickles down and I use a finger to direct it
to his little orifice. The circular movements continue but, now and then, I
probe my finger inwards. His practice has helped because I'm soon able to slide
my finger deeper without him resisting. I make sure that plenty of lube is
going into him, sliding on my finger into the hot, tightness of his boyhole.
'Okay?' I whisper.
'Yeah, that feels so nice.'
I take my time, there's no need to rush. Only when
he's ready will I move to the next step. Besides, feeling the boy impaled on my
digit is a treat in itself ,so I gently finger-fuck
him for a while.
'Put your dick in me.' Archie says.
I lube up my cock. 'Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop,
okay?' I say, shuffling closer behind him. I hold my cock so that the head
presses against his hole, Then I push forward a little, poking the glans of my
cock inside him. I feel the muscle of his tight rim fighting back. This is the
point of no return. I push against him more strongly for a moment and suddenly
feel the head force itself into him fully. Archie whimpers but doesn't call
out. As much as I'd love to slide it all the way in, I hover there for a while
longer until his young hole has accepted the intrusion.
'Is it in?' Archie mutters.
'Yeah, just a little bit,' I reply.
'Keep going...only slowly!' he tells me.
I probe him deeper, sliding in slowly until he has
three or four inches of me in his cute bum. He has coped well so far but the
last part is going to penetrate much deeper and thicker than the little dildo
he had used. I pull out a little way and fuck him in
gentle strokes. Each time I push back my cock goes a little deeper. Archie's
body has tensed up and he is drawing in hissing breaths.
'Am I hurting?' I ask.
'A little bit, yeah,' he grimaces, 'But keep going. I
want all of it in me!'
I rest for a moment for him to get accustomed to my
trespass. Then, with one full shove, I enter him completely.
'Uh, ooh!' he whines in his treble voice as I slide my
shaft back and forth in his bum. It is so tight, so hot, so wet, so bloody
horny! I fuck the thirteen-year-old's exquisite,
virgin arse with increasing vigour, holding his lithe body in my arms as I
thrust my hips to-and-fro.
Archie groans a little each time I push forward. 'Oh, fuck, that's amazing!' he gasps.
Now he's working with me and
I feel him pushing his little rump against each of my forward prods. My balls
slap against his rear as I fuck him faster and faster.
I reach around him and find his stiff boycock which I
fondle avariciously.
'Oh, God!' I splutter, sensing my orgasm building.
Archie senses it too and urges me on. 'Go on,' he
moans, 'Squirt your jizz right up me!'
My body freezes rigid. I'm buried in him as deep as I
can be. As my cock swells and throbs I feel his muscles flexing rapidly,
tightening around my shaft. I realise that I've made him cum just by fucking him. At last I shoot my
load into him. It is the best feeling as my creamy goo fills the boy's insides.
'Uhh! I can feel your hot jizz!' Archie sighs.
I don't want the moment to end
and I grip him firmly as the pulses of my cock ease. I hold him close and kiss
his neck.
Soon enough, my spent cock starts to soften. It
gradually slides from within him until it is free. I look down at his sweet
hole. It gapes slightly and oozes a copious mixture of lube, spunk
and his own sweet juices.
Archie turns onto his back again and I see the little
puddle of milky boycum that he's produced. Some is on
the sheet where he was lying and the rest trails in a delicate strand from the
head of his young cock. I bend down and lick up as much as I can, not wishing
to waste a drop of the boy's nectar. Then I kiss Archie, my sweet boy who has so
willingly given up his virginity to me.
* * * * * * * * * *
Many thanks to all those who have written with
comments and advice. You've read it before but
feedback is vital for Nifty authors. If nothing else, it shows when they're
going in the right direction! As always, I can be contacted here: puermalo1@protonmail.com for comments about the story or just a chat.
This seems an obvious place to end the story [or to
put it on hold at least]. I will perhaps resume at a later
date. There is clearly plenty of scope to develop intimate goings-on
amongst the boys who have featured so my next story will be 'Archie and
Friends' which will be posted in the `young friends' section of this amazing
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