Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 21:36:56 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Arne needs help  -  part two

First, a couple of excuses: I'm sorry that I got the days confused in the
first part. I wrote in part one that Arne and Tom's first evening was
Saturday. Of course it was not, it was Friday. Consequently, the day I
write about here is not Sunday, but Saturday, Arne and Tom have the whole
Saturday and most of the Sunday to explore each other feelings for this new
game (if there is more to explore). And second, English is not my first
language, so please disregard my open blunders in spelling of words and in
the grammar.

And then: I would like to make very clear that I do not condone sex between
grown ups and children. I would like to be able to say that I'm very much
against it, but I'm not sure how strongly I am. I'm very much against
grownups mistreating and forcing children to fulfill their sexual
perversions, and the inflicting of pain or humiliation on kids angers me
very much. And I do not applaud grownups using their superior standing to
force children to do something they don't want to. But I do remember my own
youth. I did have a kind of sex with a grown up, and I enjoyed it very
much, and I've always been grateful for what he gave me. And when I was 13
- 15, my highest whish was for an older woman to seduce me and to force me
to hot steaming sex. I've never understood the meaning of sentencing women
having sex with boys, they should have a medal!

So be it with my amateur philosophy, on with the story:

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The sounds from the bathroom stopped suddenly. After a few minutes the door
opened quietly, and Arne came out. He went into my bedroom without looking
at me. He picked up his trousers and his brief, and went out in into his
own room. He shut the door after him, and I could hear he locked it.

It did not look good. I was afraid that I had frightened him, or that he
was too embarrassed to bear being with me anymore. I quietly went out to
the bathroom and pulled off my trousers and the sticky briefs. I washed
myself and put on a new pair of tight white briefs, and a clean pair of
slacks.

Arne joined me in the living room after an hour or so. He still did not
look me into my eyes, and declared that he wanted to go out - alone -
before lunch.

Alone in the apartment, I sat thinking about what had happened, and how
stupid I had been. To include Arne in my perverted sex life was just too
imbecile. What did I expect? That he would love to have strange things
stuffed up his behind, that he would love to share enemas and dildos with
his 15 year older uncle? Really! He was a normal 13-year-old kid. Sure he
loved to play with his hard dick, and he probably cruised on the net,
looking at sex and beating off at the same time, and maybe he did some
mutual wanking or sucking with his friends, but from there to receiving
enemas from his uncle? Totally daft!

Anyhow, I had to have some food, and I prepared a light lunch for both of
us. Arne came just after the promised time, and we ate our lunch without
much talk. But Arne was not so closed now. He talked some, and even looked
me in my eyes. And when I suggested a movie in the afternoon, he said happy
yes.

I'm sure the movie was great. Arne said so, but for all in my life I cannot
remember what it was about. My thoughts during the whole performance were
on Arne and what we did this morning. I closed my eyes and could see his
tight little butt in the white briefs, and his soft downy buns with the
black nozzle sticking out between them. And of course his very hard boy
dick with the broad head fighting to get out of his foreskin. I was hot and
sweaty, but I could feel the heat from him beside me, and the smell of
fresh washed boy filled my nose and my brain. Needless to say, I was hard
the whole two hours we sat in the dark.

After the movie we took a cup of coffee/chocolate alternatively, before we
went slowly home. On the way I stopped buying a dinner. After Arne's
suggestion I bought some tender beef, and after my own suggestion, a bottle
of Chateau Fombrauge 1998. I was not sure that a tender Bordeaux would be
the right thing to a beefsteak, but that was what I wanted.

Back home Arne helped me with preparing the dinner. He pealed the onions
and sliced them, while I warmed the oil in the pan. And while I let the
steaks get their brown crust, he laid the table.

We had a very nice dinner. The beef was perfect, and the wine even more
so. I asked Arne if he wanted a glass, and he accepted graciously. His
parents had told me only one glass, but I let him have two. The wine was to
perfect for me to drink it alone.

In the afterglow from the dinner and the wine, we started talking
again. First some chitchat about the movie, to which I answered what I
thought was right, but it was clear from Arne's expression and his signings
what he thought about my expertise about movies. He stopped talking after a
while, and looked straight at me.

"What did you think about in the movie theatre?" His big saucer eyes looked
straight through my soul, and I could only answer the truth, that I had
thought about him.

"Me me, or me naked?" he asked me shrewdly.

"You naked." I answered, and now it was mine turn to blush.

"You know, it was very exiting!" he suddenly told me frankly. "I was
ashamed at first, but now I'm not!" He smiled and did some arrangements in
his crotch.

"You do this often?" he wondered.

"Yeah, quite."

"You're a dirty old man!" he smiled to me, "and sexy!"

I wondered what he meant with his last statement.

"What did you like best?" Now it was my turn to ask. "The water or the
feeling when the nozzle slipped inside you?"

"I think the last thing, but I'm not sure." He paused and looked thoughtful
at me. "Yeah, I think the best was it coming inside me."

Wow, wow, I thought by myself. Do we have an anal type here?

"Do you do anything else?" he asked me innocently.

"Yes," I answered after some hesitation.

"What, tell me, tell me!"

"Ok, and remember, all promises about keeping this a secret between us is
still valid, yes?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Go on! Tell me! Now!" (Did I ever tell you that Arne is the
persistent type?)

"Well, I use some other toys, like dildos and such."

"Dildos? What's that?"

"Dildos are things you push up you bottom." Blushing again, the old maiden!

"Can I see them? Can I? Pleeasse!!"

"Ok. Wait here, and I'll get them."

"Them? You have more than one? Cool!"

When I went out to my bedroom I was sure I could see a tent in his crotch,
and he slipped his hand down and caressed it a bit.

I picked up the bag with my toys from under my bed and put them on the
table after Arne had cleared the plates and glasses.

I did not have many, three; one latex dick, and two vibrators, one of them
slim and one thick. And of course a couple of but plugs. Arne slowly took
up the one after the other and turned them over in his hand, asking me all
kind of questions how they functioned and how I used them. He was
particularly interested in the vibrators. His hand crept down to his lap
now and then, and I must admit my hand also did some independent work with
a hard dick. The last items he asked about was the but plugs. He wanted to
know why they were formed like they were, with the expansion in the middle,
and the wide rim at the end. I explained that this way they could stay in
your but while you were dressed and did ordinary thing, so that you could
receive the caressing of the erogenous zones there while pretending as
nothing was going on.

"Wow!" He looked at me with hungry eyes. "Can I ......  can I .....try one
now?"

I looked at him, where was this leading us? But I saw no reason to refuse
him, and said yes, of course. I gave him the small one and a tube of KY,
and sent him on his way to the bathroom.

He took his time in there, so I yelled to him through the door "Are you ok,
do you manage on yourself?"

"Yes, sure." Came the muted reply.

And shortly after he came out of the bathroom. Walking a bit hesitantly,
but grinning from ear to ear like a cat that had caught a mouse. He sat
careful down on the chair. Trying to find a comfortable seating, he moved
his behind back and forth a bit, and something must have hit something,
because his eyes opened suddenly wide, and he oh'ed and sighed a couple of
times.

"Nice?" I asked him.

"Mm, mm!" He nodded his head. His eyes kind of went inside his head while
his mouth formed a soundless "oh".

After a bit more talk about dildos and such we cleared the table. It was
fun to see his stiff walk and his dreamy eyes. His hard dick showed clearly
through the fabric in his trousers. He tried to hide it first, but gave up
soon, and concentrated instead on the good feelings.

We sat down in the sofa and watched TV for a while. But his thoughts were
clearly not on the news, and neither were mine.

"Do you always use these things alone? Or do you use them together with
friends?" he suddenly asked me.

"Oh, sometimes with friends." I answered him vaguely.

"What kind of friends?" he asked me with his old shrewd smile. "Boyfriends
or girlfriends?"

"That's none of your business!" I told him sternly. He got the message, and
dropped that line.

"But is it more fun to do it with friends?"

"Yes, it is." I admitted.

After that he kept quiet for some time. His hand stayed in his lap, and all
pretending about not playing with his dick was gone. He slowly caressed it
through his pants.

I was very hot now. My dick had been hard for hours, and I needed a
release. I suggested an early bed so we could get most out of the
tomorrow. I did not specify what, but it was clearly that he thought I
meant something dirty, and he smiled a big naughty smile to me.

I told him goodnight, and he surprised me with a big sloppy wet kiss in my
chin, before he asked me if he could borrow one of the dildos. I said yes,
if he would promise that he would not play with himself. He grinned a yes,
and took the slim vibrator with him and went to his bedroom. I yelled after
him that he must not forget his teeth, and he raced me to the bathroom, now
only in his tight brief with a sharp tent sticking out in front. While he
stood before the basin doing his teeth, I could clearly see the black rim
on the but plug between his bums. It was moving all the time, living it's
own life.

We said good night and went into our bedrooms. It was so nice to get my
tight trousers and little brief off me, so my dick could stretch itself out
in the air. The tip was all wet by precum, and I retracted the foreskin and
dried it before creeping under the comforter with my favorite dildo.

I had just screwed off the cap of the KY tube, when there was a soft knock
on the door.

"Yes?"  I asked, as I knew not what it was.

"It's me, Arne. Can I come in?"

I crept under the comforter and said yes.

I had only the nightstand light on, and it cast a small soft light out in
the room. He still wore his briefs, but apart from that he was naked. The
soft light played on his smooth skin, and he was so desirable!

"What do you want?" I asked him maybe a bit to harshly.

"I want to come in bed with you, so we can .... can ....... help each
other." He looked down at the carpet, finding it incredible interesting.

How could I deny him? I hold up the comforter and told him to creep in to
me. He did not let me ask him twice, and was under the comforter on one
tenth of a second. Oh! Oh! His live warm body against mine! Oh! This was
heaven! I took my arm around his shoulders, and he crept close to me with
his head on my shoulder.

"I want to try the dildos with you!" he whispered.

"And I with you!" I whispered back. "But lets get you naked first."

I folded the comforter back. Taking hold of his briefs I pulled them down
while he lifted his behind. The brief slid down his hips and down his
legs. His dick sprang free, stiff as a board up against his stomach. He
kicked off the briefs, while I cupped his ball sack in one hand and took
the quivering dick in the other. I drew down his foreskin and the wet blood
red helmet head appeared. A clear drop lost it grip and slowly descended
the short distance down to his stomach. It was just too much for me, I
could not hold back anymore, and without a word I bowed down and took his
dick in my mouth. He gasped, and his body tensed, but he did not withdraw
or show my head away. Slowly I let my tongue glide over the at one time
hard and at the same time hard head, while I started to suck his dick. He
sighed again, and under my ear I could feel the muscles in his stomach
heaving. One grunt and a stiffening of his body, and I could feel his dick
suddenly pulsing and filling my mouth with something slimy and slightly
salt. He grunted hard again, and while I swallowed the first spurt, the
next spurted out on my tongue. This time his hand pushed my head away,
while the third emission dripped down on his stomach.

"Oh God of God!" he exclaimed. "I did not mean to cum in your moth, I'm so
sorry!"

"Nothing to be sorry about!" I smiled to him.

"Oh, you're my best ever uncle!" he exclaimed and took hold of my head and
drew me down to him. He placed him broad lips on mine and kissed me deep. I
was very surprised when his tongue forced my lips open and darted onto my
mouth. But maybe they learn this in school now flew through my mind before
I let myself go in this wonderful kiss.

After an eternity he let go of me and pushed me down on my back in the
bed. "Now it's your turn!"

I could feel his tongue gliding down over my chest to my stomach, until I
could feel something warm engulf my dick. Oh! This was heaven! His tongue
glided over the head of my dick, and electric feelings flew out in my
body. But suddenly he let go of my dick. Not already! But it was only to
tell me to warn him before I came. "All your cum in my mouth is too gross!"
And he went down on me again.

I was so sexed now, that after just a minute or so I told him through
clenched teeth that I was there. He let go of me but pumped my dick hard
and fast with his hand. I erupted for the second time that day. The first
spurt hit me on my head, the next ones all over my chest and stomach.

I leaned back on the bed. Wow! This was strong stuff. That boy should have
a warning printed on his head: "Danger! Explosive! Having sex with this boy
can permanently damage your health!"

We lay down together, catching our breaths. But not for long, for suddenly
he said:

"Now we try the dildos, yes? See, I'm all hard again!" And true it was, his
hard dick pointed nose at me from his lap. Oh boy, my heart!


Dear friends: This was not what I intended when I started writing on this
part, but my hands kind of flew on by themselves. My dear anal play will
come in the next part!

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