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!'

 

 

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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.

 

 

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'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?

 

 

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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.

 

 

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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 site.

 

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