Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2019 07:16:20 +0000
From: 1357910@tutanota.com
Subject: Ben's Adventures in Chippendale Part 1

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Ben's Adventures in Chippendale


Ben had struck it lucky.  He'd been walking along the street during his
lunch-break when the sign outside the Newsagent caught his eye - "POWERBALL
JACKPOT $8 MILLION!".  He purchased the cheapest ticket he could, and two
days after the draw he presented it to his local lottery agent, who ran the
it through her ticket-scanner before she excitedly announced that he had
"won the big one - the whole lot!"

That had been nine years ago.  Now aged 39, Ben had established a nice life
for himself.  No, eight million dollars isn't anything close to being
enough money for private jets and haute couture, but it is enough; if
wisely invested; to have a comfortable life free of financial burden.  Ben
had given up working, and bought himself a lovely two-bedroom, two
bathroom, top-floor apartment in Chippendale, an inner-city suburb of
Sydney, which had a pleasant district outlook across the treetops, and was
very conveniently located.

Ben looked after himself physically.  He was athletic, his 6'1 frame
featuring nicely defined muscles that drew envious glances from men fifteen
years his junior.  To top it off, he still sported a full head of thick,
dark-brown hair. In the dick department he measured just under seven inches
when fully erect, of moderate thickness, and, like more than half
Australian guys his age, Ben still had a foreskin on his penis.  Fit,
handsome and friendly, he had any number of Sydney's huge cohort of
homosexual men to choose from in the husband stakes.  There was one problem
with that, though, because Ben wasn't interested in men.  Ben liked boys.

Not, of course, that he'd had many.  None that were really young, anyway.
A couple of years ago he'd had a passionate fling with a 14yo schoolboy
rugby player named Liam, who'd lived with his dad in one of the flats
downstairs for twelve months.  Not only had Liam been the the star of the
school's Under 14 rugby team, but he (like his father) had exuded an
easy-going, friendly confidence that won Ben's heart.  It helped that the
boy was 5'10, built like a brick shithouse, and had a huge smile that could
melt a gay man's dick at 150 paces. It was also no handicap that the
handsome teen had a big uncut dick with a compact blonde bush, and fat,
smooth balls that produced a seemingly inexhaustable supply of sweet young
jizz that Ben had enticed to spurt out of that big intact teenboy boner
over and over and over again.

It had taken Ben a couple of months to seduce the boy, but once he'd taken
him to bed, young Liam proved to be a passionate, affectionate lover.  The
14yo may well have been a tough-guy out on the football field, but in bed
with Ben he was 100% sweet, cocksucking gay-boy.  Ben had been
broken-hearted when Liam told him that he and his father were moving out,
and there had been no contact with any boys since.

That was just over two years ago, and a boylover has needs, so in the
meantime Ben had amassed a sizeable collection of boy-porn in a
heavily-encrypted Cloud drive.  There were still places where one could
find likeminded men who were willing to trade, and Ben had traded heavily
for a time, ending-up with almost 80 gigs of hard-core material. His
kiddy-porn collection was dynamite, and he'd arranged it into folders, each
with a different theme.  He regularly browsed all of them, but the stuff
that he kept going back to was the stuff with men and/or teenagers with
little boys.


Over the last twelve months, Ben had developed a friendship with a
like-minded man, who joined him once a week or so to watch boy-porn and
swap blowies.  Rich was 43, and lived with his wife and two daughters a
couple of suburbs away.  The men had initally met on a phone-sex chat-line,
and their cautious disclosures of what "broadminded stuff" they were into
had led; after a couple of months of regular conversations, and the
astonishing discovery that they lived less than two kilmetres apart; to
their first meeting.  Rich defined himself as straight, but he had a thing
for the little fellahs as well, and he also didn't mind returning the
favour when Ben sucked his dick as they watched videos of cutie-boys in
hard-core action.  At 5'10, Rich was a little shorter than his boy-porn
suck-bud, although he was more slender, and appeared younger than his 43
years.  In the penis department he measured a respectable 6.5 inches, with
a bullet-shaped head, and the characteristic scar of a Gomco clamp
circumcision about one-third of the way down his shaft.




It was January when the woman moved into the apartment with her two boys.
The removalist truck has disgorged its contents into a two-bedroom
arrangement on the ground floor, and Ben had met the little family that
same afternoon in the foyer of the building.  The woman was pleasant
enough, but her two boys were what really interested Ben.  They were
introduced to him as Jake and Jamie; half-brothers, he discovered later,
and very close in the way that little boys are.  Jake, the older one, was
brown haired and brown eyed, while his younger brother had honey-blonde
hair, and the same dark eye-colour.  Both were tall and slender for their
ages, and both had a full compliment of shiny white milk-teeth.  They shook
Bens outstretched hand as their mother introduced them, and the boys gave
him their best smiles.


Over the next few weeks, Ben saw the boys and their mother regularly.  Both
lads were adorable chatterboxes,and seemed to vie for Ben's attentions
whenever they saw him.  Ben was friendly and sweet with the boys, but was
very careful to never reveal even the smallest indication that the young
lads were the unrivalled stars of his masturbatory fantasies.  In his mind,
there was no sexual act that he; and sometimes Rich as well; hadn't
performed on the preteen cuties.


One Saturday morning, there was a knock on Ben's door.  It was the woman -
she was sorry to disturb him, and she hated to ask, but her babysitter had
fallen-through, her mother was feeling unwell, she had a shift at the local
hospital this-afternoon, and she had nobody to look after Jake.  The
younger brother was off with his father for the weekend, so it would be
Jake alone, and she'd be happy to pay Ben for his time.

Ben explained that there was no need for her to pay, that he'd be happy to
have Jake for the afternoon and evening.  The woman was very grateful, she
said, and would bring Jake up at 12.30.  Ben closed the door, then promptly
went to his bed and wanked out a fresh load of jizz fantasising about the
boy with whom he was to spend the afternoon.

The time arrived, and there was another knock on Ben's door.  Jake was
looking super-cute, with a fresh haircut from that morning; he was wearing
a tight red t-shirt, blue shorts, and a pair of white sneakers.  He smiled
up at Ben, those shiny-white teeth almost causing the man to go weak at the
knees.

He kept it kosher, though, and after a tour of his apartment he took the
boy to see a G-rated movie.  The little fellow reached-up and took the
man's hand as they strolled back through Chippendale, chattering excitedly
about the movie, and how much fun it was to do things with Ben.  Back at
the apartment, Ben set the boy up with some more cartoons, then went to
change out of his jeans.  It wasn't a hot afternoon, but it was warm and
humid, and Ben stripped down to his boxer shorts, leaving his polo shirt
on.  Returning to the living room, Ben sat on the couch and read the news
on his iPad as young Jake watched his cartoons.  After a while Ben
dozed-off, the iPad falling to his side.  As he awoke, he felt a pleasant,
familiar sensation, and opened his eyes to check what was going on.

His penis was out of the fly of his boxers, and it was erect.  Jake was
sitting next to him on the couch, and had his right hand wrapped around the
shaft of Ben's boner, staring at it intently as he slowly wanked the man's
foreskin up and down over the glistening glans.  The preteen was totally
oblivious that Ben was now wide-awake and watching him, and he could
scarcely believe what he was seeing - the kid was wanking his dick!  He had
an overwhelming urge to let the boy continue, and nut everywhere to give
the kid a big surprise, but he knew that he could push this much, much
further, now that it was plainly obvious that the kid was hot for his cock.




"What the hell are you doing?", Ben said, in as stern a voice as he could
muster in the circumstances.

Jake jumped, recoiled to the end of the sofa, and looked up at the man with
an expression of wide-eyed, open-mouthed terror.

"Well?", Ben questioned again, just as sternly, "What are you doing?"

Tears welled-up in the boys eyes, and his lip trembled as he stuttered,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm SORRY!"

Ben continued.  "It's very naughty to touch someone like that while they're
asleep.  You're in serious trouble!".

Jake burst into tears.  "I'm sorry!  It was sticking out and I just wanted
to touch it!  I'm sorry!"

Sticking out?  Not likely - there were three plastic clips on the fly of
Ben's boxers.  There was no way his boner had been sticking out - even if
he'd already had an erection, the little liar would have had to unfasten
the clips, and then reach-in to pull his cock out to play with it.



Ben sighed, and spoke to the quivering child again, his tone softened.  "If
you want to touch it, you only have to ask."

The lad missed the message completely, and continued to cower at the end of
the sofa, blubbering.

"Did you hear what I said?", Ben asked him, "If you want to touch it, just
ask".

The tears dried-up immediately.  Jake wiped his face with his forearms,
then moved back to Ben's side and asked him.

"Can I touch it?  Please?"

"Touch what?", the man teased him.

"Your big hairy DIDDLE!", the boy replied excitedly.


Ben smiled down at the little fellow, who now had an expression on his face
like he was about to open his birthday presents.

"We'll go into my bedroom, and you can touch it in there", Ben told him.

The boy ran into Ben's bedroom, and when Ben arrived he was sitting up on
the bed, grinning at him.  Ben removed his polo shirt, then dropped his
boxers, revealing his boner at full mast.  He lay next to the boy, who
started to move back down the bed before Ben said, "Hang on.  You need to
be naked too!".

The man had the child raise his arms, and took off his t-shirt.  He then
had the boy stand on the bed, and slowly pulled his pants down, revealing a
pair of Spiderman briefs.  "Cute undies", Ben commented, as he folded the
shorts and placed them on the bedside table.  Now it was time for the big
reveal.

Ben used the tip of his index finger to stroke the outline of the boy-cock
that hid beind the cotton, and it became stiff almost immediately.  "Does
it feel nice when I tickle your diddle?", he asked the boy, who nodded in
return.  Ben slowly, slowly pulled-down on the tiny briefs, and Jake's
boner caught under the elastic as they were lowered.  Ben pulled them down
the rest of the way, and put them on the bedside table before finally
inspecting his treasure.

It was stunning.  Pointing up toward the sky at about a 60 degree angle
from the bed stood two and one-quarter inches of fully erect uncut preteen
boy-cock.  The ample foreskin was still puckered-up over the end of the
glans, the outline of which was clearly visible under the snug prepuce.  It
was no surprise to find that the boy had a foreskin; ony a tiny percentage
of little boys get circumcised in Australia anymore.  Beneath the erection,
two prepubescent testes rested in their totally smooth scrotum.  There was
not a trace of hair to be seen anywhere; indeed, the boy was years away
from sprouting even the first soft, downy hairs of burgeoning pubescence.
His boner was about the same thickness as the base of Ben's little finger;
all-up, it was a very impressive penis for such a young boy.

Ben couldn't believe that this was really happening.  After all the
waiting, all the wanking to videos, the endless fantasising and talking
about it, he was finally naked on his bed with a little boy; a boy who had
a raging boner, a boy who had been playing with his man-boner as he slept.
Ben was about to have what he'd dreamed of having for years - sex with a
handsome, willing little boy.  Kidsex.

"You've got a yummy diddle," Ben told him, as he ran his fingertip up and
down the underside of the throbbing kiddy-cock, making Jake tremble, "It's
a nice big one for a boy your age, too".

Jake grinned, watching intently as the man took the preteen stiffy between
his index finger and thumb and gently wanked it, before gingerly attempting
to retract the long, overhanging skin-hood to reveal the head underneath.
To Ben's delight, the boy's foreskin retracted quite easily despite his
tender years, and he was able to uncover the child's bright-red knob.

"It's nice and stiff", Ben whispered, as he collected some saliva on the
tip of his left index finger and gently smoothed it over the
freshly-exposed head of the preteen boy-cock.  Jake's knees trembled, and
continued to do so as Ben began to wank the foreskin up and down over his
wet, slippery knob.  The boy was in a trance, eyes half-closed, mouth open.
The man alternated between watching the cock-knob appear and disappear
under the overhanging foreskin, and the boy's expression of pleasure as he
was slowly wanked.

"You're a very cute boy, Jakey, and you have a very cute diddle".  Ben slid
the boy's foreskin back up over the glans, and it retook it's natural
resting-place.  "Do you want to touch mine again?"

Jake smiled again and said, "Yes, please!", with great enthusiasm.




Ben arranged three pillows against the bed-head, and moved so he was
sitting-up against them while opening his legs.  "Crawl up between my legs,
and you'll find my diddle waiting for you."

Jake quickly repositioned himself, perching on his knees between Ben's
thighs, his bottom resting on his heels.  The boy remembered his manners
this time; he looked up at the man and asked, "Ben, can I please touch your
diddle?"

Ben smiled at him and nodded. "Go on," he said, "It's all yours".

Two little hands reached-out and took hold of Ben's fully engorged
erection, and immediately began to wank vigorously.  "That feels nice," Ben
told him, "But do you want me to teach you how to play with diddles like a
big boy?"

Jake nodded and grinned, thrilled that the man was going to teach him
big-boy things.

"OK, so the first thing we have to do is teach you a big-boy word, OK?"

Still nodding, and still holding Ben's erection in his little hands.

"When we're playing games like this, we won't call it a diddle anymore.
We'll call my diddle a cock.  Can you say that?"

"Cock!", the little boy repeated.

"Good boy! Do you like playing with my big hairy cock?"

"Yeeeeeeeeees!"

"Tell me what you like, Jake."

"I like playing with your big hairy COCK!", the child exclaimed.

"Good boy.  Now the first thing you have to learn is how to wank my big
cock.  How you're holding it is just fine.  To start, pull my foreskin all
the way back, like when you wash your diddle in the bath."

Jake used both hands to gently pull Ben's foreskin right back behind his
glans.  "That red part on the end, do you know what that's called?", Ben
asked him.  No, he didn't know what it was called.

"It's called the head.  Can you say that?"

"The head", echoed the little boy.

"Excellent.  Now, to wank my cock, use your hands to move my foreskin up
and down over the head."



The boy complied with the instruction, beginning to slowly move the man's
foreskin up and down as he held onto the rock-hard shaft with both hands.
"Oh, yeah. Good boy, Jake.  Wank my cock. You're doing a great job."

Jake looked up at Ben with a big grin and whispered, "I'm wanking your
cock!".

Ben smiled back at him, and continued the lesson.  "You know you're wanking
it properly when the cock stays as hard as a rock."  His dick was certainly
as hard as a rock.  Watching his little neighbour wank it, staring at it as
though he was in a trance, was pushing the man rapidly toward the brink.


"You're giving me such a nice wank, Jake, it feels so good.  In fact, it
feels so good that I'm going to squirt my white-stuff soon.  Have you seen
the white-stuff squirt out before?".

The boy shook his head again; unsuprisingly he'd never seen a man
ejaculate. "What is it?", the boy asked, continuing his slow wank of Ben's
now impossibly erect penis.

"It's special stuff that comes out of a man's stiff cock when a little boy
makes it feels really nice."

"Is it wee?"

"No, it's not wee.  It's something different and special, something that
I'll make just for you.  Let me show you.  Come and lie down here."

Jake removed his hands from Ben's boner, and they swapped positions, with
the little fellow up against the bedhead and Ben on his knees in front of
him.  Ben took Jake's little hands and put them on his balls.  "Play with
them, nice and gentle while I wank myself, and I'll show you the white
stuff."  The lad dutifully did as he was instructed, which made Ben moan.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh, good little boy," he sighed, as he began to stroke his
dick.  Jake watched carefully, keen to learn as much about big hairy cocks
as he could, and keen to see this mysterious white stuff squirt out.


"That's it, tickle my hairy nuts, ohhhh yeah Jakey.  I'm gunna squirt it
soon, I'm gunna squirt it all over you.  Do you wanna see it?"

"Yeeees, I wanna see it!"

"What do you wanna see, little Jakey?"

"I wanna see the white stuff!  I wanna see it SQUIRT!"

"Tell me to squirt it, Jake.  Tell me what you want!"

"Squirt the white stuff, Ben.  I want white stuff!"


That was it - the child's enthusiastic encouragement and the sensation of
tiny fingers ticking his scrotum pushed Ben past the point of no return.
He shuddered; whispered, "Oh, Jakey! Watch the end of my cock!", and then
let out a sigh as the first watery arc of semen exploded out and hit the
preteen right between his nipples.

"Whoa!", the boy cried, surprised by the power this first jet, unaware that
there was so much more to come.  There were two more watery, clear spurts
in rapid succession before Ben grunted deeply, and the first thick, white
rope of man-cum jizzed out, striking the boy on the top of his forehead,
and streaking back along in the hair at the crown of his head.  The second
rope landed on his chest, the third was splashed across his abdomen; Ben
moved his aim around deliberately as he ejaculated, grunting and groaning,
intentionally covering the preteen in his nut, annointing him, baptising
him into the world of sex between full-grown men and little boys.  Rope
after rope issued forth; Ben counted nine in all, not including the first
three of water pre-jizz.

The man collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, but allowed himself only a
few seconds before he looked back the boy, who was still sitting up against
the bed-head.  Jake was covered in cum, a look of astonishment on his
face. Ben chuckled and asked the boy,

"Did you like seeing the white stuff squirt?"

The boy, still looking astonished, replied, "There sure was a lot.  And it
went 'Pa-tchoo! Pa-tchoo! Pa-tchoo!' out of your cock."

Ben chuckled again.  "OK. let's get you cleaned-up a bit", climbing off the
bed to retrieve his t-shirt from the floor.  As he stepped back to the bed,
Jake was using his hands to spread the man's semen all over his chest and
abdomen.

"Don't forget down here too", Ben whispered, as he spread some cum down to
Jake's still fully-erect boy-bone and tight hairless scrotum.  The man
applied the cum to the length of the child's stiffy and ball-sack.



Ben used his t-shirt to wipe the bulk of the rapidly-liquifying jizz from
the boy's slim body, and then lay down beside him, once again holding
Jake's uncircumcised stiffy between his thumb and index-finger.  He
retracted the foreskin, and then leant over and licked the bare glans with
his tongue.  Jake's entire body stiffened, and he gasped as his hands went
to Ben's head and held-on tight.  Ben sucked the entire length of the
boy-cock into his mouth and applied gentle suction as he began to rotate
his tongue around the turgid preteen penis.

Jake started mewing like a kitten, and gently opening and closing his fists
in Ben's hair.  Ben pulled his mouth clear for a second to ask, "How does
that feel, mate?", before returning to the fellatio that he performed for
all he was worth.

"It's nice!", Jake answered him, "It's the best suck ever!"



It took Ben a moment to take full stock of what the kid had said.  If this
was 'the best suck ever', did that not mean that there had been other sucks
that were not as good as this one?  He had to know; he stopped sucking, and
resumed a slow wanking of the boy-bone, which had now grown to an even more
majestic two and one-half inches in his mouth.  He moved his face up next
to the boy's.

"So, has your diddle been sucked before?"

Jake suddenly looked shocked, realising that he'd revealed a secret that he
was never supposed to reveal.  Recognising the expression on his face, Ben
immediately reassured him.

"It's OK.  You can say if you want to.  I promise never to tell."

Jake didn't look convinced.  Ben spoke again, softly and sweetly, as he
continued to slowly wank the boy's long foreskin up and down over his
engorged, red knob; "I showed you how I squirt the white stuff, can tell me
one of your secrets now?"

Jake nodded.  Ben asked him again, "So, has your diddle been sucked
before?"

Nodding again, then a whisper, "It's been sucked lots".

"Oh, I see", said Ben, wondering who the lucky man was, before enquiring
further, "Can you tell me who sucked it?"

Jake's reticence lasted another few seconds, before he whispered, "Jamie".



Ben thought his head might explode.  Jamie?  His younger half-brother?
Jake was sucking diddles with his little brother!

"Do you suck Jamie's diddle too?", Ben enquired.

The boy nodded slowly.

"How long have you been doing it?"

"A while."

"How often do you do it?"

"Lots, because it feels nice."

Ben couldn't argue with that, and since the lad still looked somewhat
uncomfortable about having disclosed his deepest secret; and possibly
betraying the deepest secret of his brother at the same time; Ben decided
not to question him any further.


Instead, the man kissed Jake on the forehead, then retracted his foreskin
again and returned to sucking the boy's throbbing diddle.  He went to town,
sucking and rolling his tongue around, as he tickled the retracted scrotum
and stroked the boy's smooth slender thighs.  All the while, sexy Jake
mewed and panted and wiggled on the bed.  Ben took his mouth off for a
moment to say, "Tell me you like the way I suck your diddle", before
sealing his lips around the base of the boner and switching the suction
back on.

"It feels yummy!  Suck my diddle, Ben!  Suck my diddle!"  Hearing the
preteen talking dirty in his high-pitched voice drove Ben to new heights of
lust for him, and he feverishly fellated the boy-cock, reaching up to play
with the lad's nipples with his left hand, and then lubing the little
finger of his right hand with saliva before slipping the tip of it up
through Jake's tight virgin bumhole, causing the boy to gasp again.  "Your
finger is up my bum!", he squeaked breathlessly, as Ben's probing pinkie
found the pea-sized nubbin of Jake's prostate and started massaging it.

Once the prostate massage had started, it only took about two minutes
before Ben heard the boy groan as his entire body stiffened; the
two-and-a-half-incher pulsed in his mouth and the anal sphincter clenched
tight around the man's finger, the two hands in his hair gripped so tightly
it was almost painful.  The boy began to shake, as though he were having a
minor seizure, and made a series of grunting noises in his sweet, unbroken
voice.  Ben looked up at his face, continuing to suck the boy's dick - his
expression was a combination of ecstasy, wonderment and fear, not untypical
for a first orgasm.  The shaking subsided, and the boy lay still, breathing
rapidly.  Ben removed his mouth from the still-erect penis, and gently
extracted his finger from the boy's bumhole.




"What was that?", the boy panted.

"It's called an orgasm", Ben replied, and he lay down next to Jake, who
immediately turned toward him and buried his face in Ben's chest.  The man
wrapped the child in his arms, holding him close, and kissed the top of his
head.  Jake stayed like that for several minutes, and Ben let him recover,
before the boy looked up and whispered, "That was a really nice feeling.
What was it called again?"

"An orgasm.  It's the feeling I get when I squirt the white stuff", Ben
explained.

"Did I squirt it?" the boy asked hopefully.

"No, mate, you're too little.  But you will one day", the man reassured
him.

"I can't wait 'til I can squirt it!"

Ben chucked.  "Don't grow-up too fast, just enjoy being a little boy
first".





Jake snuggled in to Ben once again, and as they cuddled, Ben felt Jake's
hand move down and take a hold of his fully-erect cock.  "It's really
stiff", the boy commented, "Why is it so stiff again?"

"Because you're so cute", Ben replied.  The boy giggled.

"Can I wank it again?", the boy requested.

"You sure can!", the man replied, as he sat up and arranged the pillows
against the bed-head again.  Laying back, he watched as Jake lay himself
over the man's thighs, looking up at him with a big smile before taking the
fully-erect boner his his right hand.

"Big hairy cock!", Jake whispered, and slowly began to wank Ben's foreskin
up and down once again.  Ben let him jack it for a while, before he made a
suggestion.



"Do you wanna suck it?"

Jake looked unsure.  "I've never sucked on a big one before", he protested.

Ben continued.  "Well, I can teach you to suck a big one, if you want?"

Jake smiled; "Teach me how to suck a big cock!"

"Good boy!", Ben said encouragingly.  "Now, first you need to pull the
foreskin back.  Do you remember what the red part on the end is called?"

"The head!", replied the boy, as he gently retracted Ben's hood to reveal
the prize underneath.

"Well done!  I'm going to teach you how to do something called 'giving
head'.  Can you say that?"

"Giving head"

"Tell me that you want to learn how to give head", Ben continued.

"I wanna learn how to give head!", Jake replied excitedly.  Ben's cock
throbbed; this kid was a boy-loving pedophile's wet-dream come to life.

"Well then, you can start by giving my head a little kiss," Ben instructed.

Jake lowered his face to kiss the end of Ben's cock-knob.

"Good boy!  The next thing to do is to rub your lips all over the head.  Go
on."

Jake did as he was instructed, rubbing his lips all over Ben's glistening
bell-end.  The boy looked up at Ben, his lips now covered in shiny pre-cum.
"Lick that stuff off your lips, cutie.  It won't hurt you, I promise".

The boy complied, licking the man-juice from his lips, then proclaimed,
"It's sweet!"

"I knew you'd like it", Ben told him, before continuing, "Now the next
thing you have to do is pretend that the head is a lollipop, and lick all
over it with your tongue.  Go on."

Jake stuck his tongue out and began to lick.  The sensation was exquisite.
Ben sighed loudly as the preteen cutie licked and lapped at the bare head
with his soft, wet tongue.  Ben had him rotate his tongue around the knob,
then flatten it to rub against his frenulum, before rotating it around
again, teaching the little boy how to use his tongue when he was giving
head.  He was almost ready for the big moment.

Ben had been stroking Jake's face with his right hand as the boy licked the
man's acorn, and his left hand had been playing with the rock-hard
uncircumcised boy-diddle.  "OK mate, it's time to bring it all together.
Are you ready to give head?"

"Yeeees!", Jake replied excitedly.

"Good boy! I'm ready too!", Ben told him, "OK, now put the head in your
mouth and suck, but you also use your tongue like I taught you before.  Do
you think you can do that?"

"Yes!", another excited reply.

"Go on then, mate", Ben suggested with a big smile, "Give me head!"



Jake opened his mouth, placed it over Ben's knob, closed his lips, and
began to suck.  His cheeks pulled-in tight as he sucked like a vacuum
cleaner.  It was not unpleasant, but the suction was much too high and
there was no tongue.  Ben gently corrected him in a soft, smiling voice.

"Suck more gently mate, and don't forget to use your tongue".

The suction dropped, and Ben felt the boy's tongue begin to rotate.
"Yeahhhhh that's it.  Now you're me giving head", Ben whispered to his
apprentice.



It's been said that it takes twenty years for a straight man to teach his
wife to give good head, but it only takes a gay-boy about three minutes to
work it out.  Jake was a fast learner - inside ninety seconds after his
first head-job lesson it was obvious that the kid was a natural born
cocksucker.  Ben watched in wonder as the boy graduated rapidly from his
first over-enthusiastic sucks, to a much more polished technique - his head
bobbed around, he alternated the suction, and his tongue - his TONGUE!

"Oh, little mate!", Ben moaned, "Give me head!  Good boy!"

Ben guided Jake to use his right hand to gently wank and rotate around his
shaft as he worked the knob.  "Oh, my God!", the man groaned with pleasure,
as he watched the pre-teen work his cock.  Ben felt that he wouldn't last
long, and he wanted to negotiate with Jake to swallow his nut.

"Do you think you'd like to taste the white stuff this time, mate?"

The boy stopped sucking, but his hand kept wanking.  "Are you going to
squirt it in my mouth?", he asked, wide-eyed.

"I think you'll like it", Ben reassured him, "And if you don't, you never
have to try it again.  I reckon you should give it a go, huh?"

The boy thought for a few seconds, said, "OK, I'll try it!", then went back
to giving head.


"Fuck yeah!", Ben whispered, thinking, "He's gunna let me spoof in his
mouth!"  Ben hoped he would swallow the lot, but there was always a
possibility that he'd pull away after the first taste.  It was worth a try,
though.

The preteen boy was giving head intensely now, and Ben's orgasm was
starting to build.  As it did so, his verbalisation became more much
explicit.

"Fuck yeah, kid, fukken suck that cock!"

"Give head to my pedo diddle"

"Good boy!  Suck that pedophile cock!"

"Oooooh fuck yeah, baby boy, fukken give me head!"

"Work my big dick you little cocksucker!"



It wasn't going to be long now.  Ben breathlessly told the boy that, "I'm
gunna cum soon, that means the white stuff is going to squirt, so get ready
for a mouthful!"

Jake moaned in acknowledgement, as Ben felt his orgasm mounting.

"Fuuuck yeah, Jakey-boy.  Work that pedo cock.  Suck a bit harder, tongue
the head of my pedophile diddle.  Gooood booooy, Jake, suck that pedophile
cock.  Oh shit, here it comes, here cums the white stuff!"

Jake sucked harder, as directed; he was shocked by hearing Ben's profanity,
but he didn't understand what Ben meant when he said "pedophile" or "pedo".
He kept giving head though, and could see that Ben was going to squirt
soon.

"Here it comes, Jakey.  Get ready for it to squirt into your mouth!"

Ben grunted twice in short succession, and the first jet of semen nutted
out into Jakes still-sucking mouth. It was followed by a second and third
rope, which overwhelmed the small boy's ability to swallow and suck and
breath at the same time; he coughed, and Ben, in the midst of his orgasm,
moaned, "Swallow it, boy"; the big dick kept ejaculating, squirting again
and again and again.


Jake dutifully kept giving head until Ben said, "OK mate, stop now".  The
boy pulled away, and Ben collapsed back on the bed, panting.  Jake could
still taste the man's semen.  It wasn't horrible.  He'd swallow it again.

Ben patted the bed next to him, eyes still closed.  "Come up here, mate.
Come to me.", he whispered.  Jake crawled up the bed and the man held him
close again, nuzzling his face in the boy's hair, kissing his face.  After
a time, the man opened his eyes.

"You give lovely head", the man whispered.

"Thank you, Ben", the boy whispered back.



It was 6.30 pm.  Ben and Jake had a shower together, during which Ben gave
Jake another dry orgasm, and Jake wanked-out another load of the
white-stuff from Ben.  They dressed, and Ben cooked dinner, during which
they had a chat about the need to keep their games a secrtet, before
settling back on the couch with little boy in Ben's big arms.  By 8.00 pm
Jake was asleep, and Ben lay him on the sofa with a cotton blanket over
him.  At 10.30 his mother knocked on the door; Ben carried him downstairs
to his bed and kissed him on the forehead.

"Goodnight, mate", he whispered.

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I have a lot more adventures planned for Ben, and he will return soon in
Part 2