Date: Wed, 09 Jul 2003 09:51:24 +0100 From: John Stevens Subject: Calvinism C A L V I N S M by John Stevens Story Code/s: M/b (Mutual/oral/anal) WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy with a fully consenting adult male. If this is not to your tastes, or is illegal wherever you live, please read no further, unless you wish to be educated and/or have an open mind. No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no rain-forests devastated, nor any harm done to the biosphere. In particular, no boy was hurt in any way. This story is pure and total fiction - designed to be read with one hand - it's for entertainment purposes only! Any resemblance to any individual, alive, dead or yet to be born, is purely coincidental ... so there! This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes: except whether or not I can write an arousing story! Like writers of murder stories, I do not necessarily approve of any of the acts described here! "To the pure, all things are puer" = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It was to be a simple day out in the country with my boy-friend, but it turned out to be very much better than that. Calvin was my pupil and after spending a long time simply getting to know him, he had finally seduced _me_ (!) a month or so ago. Recently 13, he was quite tall for his age, long-legged, which is something I always love. Very slenderly built - skinny you would perhaps say - but with a deliciously well-rounded bum which he loves having stroked. Round the front, he is more than adequately equipped for a boy his age, his dick like his body, slender and long! Nice little patch of fluffy hairs and two small, but fully functioning balls. But more than any of that, was a good-looking blond (with a nice straggly rat's-tail), blue eyes and smooth skinned. Perhaps most important of all, Calvin was very intelligent - and when I say very, well, he had an IQ of over 150! That was one of the reasons I had managed to get to know him as well as I did. Somehow, I'd established a reputation for teaching brighter pupils and had ended up almost a specialist in that field, although I usually find it difficult with kids who are all much brighter than me! You try teaching differential equations to a couple of 12 year-olds! Anyway, after a couple of wild Saturday afternoons spent in my bed, I decided I wanted to put our relationship on a better footing. As much as I loved his body and his willingness to enjoy sex with me, I wanted more. So, we arranged to cycle out to the country, have a pub-lunch, do a visit I knew he'd enjoy, cycle home and then, only then, resume our erotic games together. Calvin was keen on my plan - he understood what my intentions were and was keen to more our relationship along those lines. So, as arranged, mid Saturday morning, I cycled over to his place, soon ringing on the front-door bell, already having noticed a boy-sized bike leaning against the garage door. What appeared was a stunning vision. Calvin had dressed to kill! Although warmish for June, he was wearing too little really. A brief shirt on top and, what surprised me most, a pair of cut-down jeans lower down! Long bare legs and trainers - oh, and one of those shell necklaces that I thought were no longer in fashion. It was all a change from his usual clothes - but then, usually on a Saturday, he'd have his things off very quickly. "Hi Graham!" He greeted me with an infuriating smirk, a smirk that clearly indicated how much he'd dressed up for me. "Come on in then." "Hi Calvin ... you look great. I suddenly remembered, "Is your mother in?" "No ... he's gone away for the weekend," He stuttered, "She's gone away ... I'm _home alone_!" Calvin was very slightly dyslexic and such little verbal lapses were what we called at school, _Calvinisms_! They always amused me, one of those little things that make a boy special, such a slight lisp or eyes of differing colours. Ignoring his little mistake, I told him, "Sounds like a great idea." It was a tempting to idea to pick him up in my arms and take him up to his bedroom! He would have enjoyed that, perhaps he was even hoping for that, but I was determined not to succumb. So, I shut the front-door behind me, Calvin still smirking wickedly at me. "Well then? Are you ready for our ride?" "Sure ... but ... what about," he playfully rubbed the front of his jeans, "a quickie first?" He smirked once more, "I know you want to!" "Course I do!" My resistance was crumbling especially as the bulge in his cut-downs looked even more uncomfortable for him. "Come on then." He started to undo his jeans and as I watched closely, they were quickly slithering down his long skinny legs. His underpants were bulging quite obscenely and with another wicked smirk, Calvin started to stroke that inviting bulge. I quickly moved closer and removed his hand, happy to be able to fondle that magical lump in his under-pants. And of course, what else could a boy with his name wear but Calvin Klein's with the name written all round the elastic waistband! But the maker didn't matter - what mattered was the boy-cock inside them and the soft susurrus of a murmur he made as I started to caress him. "That's better ... you're in a hot mood today ... thought we were going out?" "We are ... just do it quick ... then we can go!" He sighed, "That feels nice ... get on with it." Almost impatiently, he pushed his pants down out of the way, allowing his cock finally to solidify properly and stand up proudly ready for action. "What do you want? A blow-job?" "No ... just gimme a wank!" "Ok ... let's see what I can do for this lovely thing today." As I spoke I moved round to his side as I closed my fingers round his warm shaft. His penis felt as lovely as ever and the pleasure I got from holding it was going to be more than equalled by the pleasure I was about to give him. "That's great ... but do it faster ... I wanna spunk up!" He managed a weak smile but then relaxed into my embrace as I did what he wanted, some very rapid, but exciting I hoped, masturbation. As always, the boy is in charge - I would have preferred to go and lie on his bed and take my time, but he wanted a quickie, so that's what was going to happen. Besides, I knew that he was looking forward to our bike ride, perhaps we'd manage some more leisurely sex later in the day. "Hurry up then!" I whispered through his hair, "Thought you wanted to spunk up quickly Calvin!" "Yeah ... it's lovely ... do it faster." I did as commanded, sliding his silky soft foreskin up & down over the sensitive rim of his glans increasingly rapidly. I tightened my grip round him and tossed even faster - and the rewards for my effort were now not slow to appear. In my embrace, his body tensed up and then, his dick throbbed several times as it spat his sticky load all over the front-hall carpet. He whimpered helplessly as I milked out all that he had, not much really, but it was quite likely, that, sexy boy that he is, he'd already masturbated in bed earlier that morning! Even so, his orgasm was much enjoyed by him, very much enjoyed by me. There's nothing really so exciting to watch as a hot boy-cock spitting white juice: to have had my mouth round his penis might have been more enjoyable for me, but simply to watch him squirting his load, was pleasure enough! Calvin just loved being masturbated and I loved doing it for him - we were both happy! "Wow!" he sighed when he finally pushed my hand from his cock. "That was great ... you really wank sexy Graham!" "Only when I've got a dick as sexy as yours to play with!" I told him. "An' look what a mess you've made!" He giggled, "I wish I could shoot as much as you do!" "When you're older ... anyway, I didn't make a mess ... _you_ did!" "You made me!" He pouted, "Clean it up then ... then we can go out!" I understood his mood - as he'd asked for, it was just a quickie and now, having enjoyed his wank, he wanted to get on with the rest of our day. But even so, I insisted, "If you'd let me suck you off there'd be no mess!" To emphasise the point, I raised my hand to my mouth, to lick off the traces of his juice over my thumb! With a giggle, Calvin pushed me away and ordered, "Clean it up ... if me mum sees that mess she'll go bananas!" "Ok!" I pulled out my hankie and knelt down to mop his mess, more than happy to have a boy-spunk-wet handkerchief in my pocket for the rest of the day. By the time I'd stood up, Calvin had pulled his clothes up round him, looking quite presentable really, no trace of an excessive bulge in those tight shorts. "Come on then ... let's go!" He turned to the door and we quickly left his house, ready to set off on our outing. Our plan was very simple - cycle off towards West Wickham, through Coney Hall and onto Jailhouse Lane which eventually leads to Biggin Hill. Then, past the old aerodrome, turning into Jail Lane towards Cudham. I had intended stopping for a drink and a sandwich in the Old Jail pub, but we were cycling faster than I had estimated so we carried on towards Downe where I knew of other places to eat & drink. On the way, we managed some sort of conversation when able to ride side by side, but happily, after his quickie in the front hall, he was like most boys, sex for the moment at least, quite forgotten. Finally though, Calvin was sitting in the pub garden with the bikes, whilst I went inside to order some food & drink. It was a Saturday so the place was really quite busy but again, I approved of that as it meant that we had to chat on general topics. Not that that was difficult - being a very intelligent boy, Calvin had no problem with discussing anything, from school to global warming. "That was nice!" he looked gratefully at me as he finished the last of his meal and picking up his glass once more, he asked, "What's this called?" "A St Clements ... a mixture of orange juice and lemonade ... you know the old nursery rhyme?" "Course ... it's nice!" "So are you!" I whispered before finishing the last of my pint. "Shh!" He was nervous of being overheard. "Don't worry," I lowered my voice even more as I leaned over towards him, "You're more than nice ... you're fantastic!" He blushed, but then, looking round briefly, asked, "Do you ... do you love me then Graham?" "Course I do ... lots!" It was the first time I had admitted my feelings towards him, but I felt he was ready to hear how I felt and I was almost sure he felt the same way about me. "Me too!" he whispered, blushing even deeper, something that more than confirmed what he was saying. I was pleased, very pleased and in a way, proud to be the object of such a boy's love. And it wasn't just his body that I loved, Calvin had exactly the right personality for me - intelligent, witty, playful, mature yet still boyish. He was perfect that way and what's more, he loved having me play with his body as well! We sat there looking at each other for a moment or two, before he asked, "What next?" "Indeed! Come on ... let's go!" "Where to?" "Downe House ... should be open." "What's that?" He sounded bored at the idea. "It's where Charles Darwin used to live ... you know? Evolution?" "Oh ... of course ... didn't know he lived near here." "Well, he did ... and we're gonna go an' see his home." Calvin was perhaps the only boy I'd even known who could appreciate Darwin's home, just one of the reasons I loved him. We cycled off and were soon enjoying the little museum and its attractive gardens. Once again, he surprised me by being able to identify several plants I didn't know - there seemed to end to the depth of his knowledge. Later, we cycled back into Downe, where I took him into the village church, curious in a way to discover just how much he knew of religion, architecture or whatever. But I had a little ulterior motive for our visit! Inside, someone was playing the organ - Calvin wandered up to the chancel and stood behind the elderly man busy practising. He was clearly fascinated by the whole thing, intelligent to realise that this was a difficult instrument to play, even though I knew he didn't like any sort of classical music. As I joined him, the man noticed us and stopped. Turning slightly, he asked, "You're a bit early aren't you?" A friendly voice along with a broad smile. "For what?" But by then he must have realised we weren't there for the wedding he told us was in half an hour. "Ok ... we'll just look round ... soon be off!" I told him as I gently steered Calvin back into the nave. Surprisingly interested in the architecture - not a great building by any standards though - we wandered round. My main intention was to get him to the space under the tower: there was a curtain screening off this small space which I pushed apart and beckoned him in. Carefully tied up were the ropes for the bells, with the usual notice stating that the bells were "up" and no-one should touch anything! I explained that briefly to Calvin but I wanted one thing only. Moving closer, I held my finger to my lips before placing both hands on his hips. Silently mouthing "I love you" I lowered my head to his and to his surprise, I kissed him on the lips. At first, he didn't want to kiss but I hugged him closer one hand now on the back of his head to hold him in place. He soon understood, he soon discovered that what I was doing was nice and he soon discovered how to kiss me as sexily as I was kissing him. It was fantastic. I couldn't help myself and, with a little help from Calvin, I insinuated my hand into the back of his shorts. His bum always felt fantastic for me although on this occasion I couldn't stroke it the way he enjoyed most. But, we were both aware of the danger of our situation and suddenly, I realised that I couldn't hear the organ any more. Releasing him, I moved away - Calvin looked nervously at me and moved for towards the curtain which he pushed open. No one in site - thank heavens! We walked back into the nave, the organist suddenly appearing as if from no where. I don't think he thought anything of it, happy when I told him I was interested in the bells - but that we couldn't stay until the end of the wedding to hear them! Outside, we found our bikes and quickly rode off, both finding it difficult to say much now we had expressed our love for each other. We used a different route back, taking us over Hayes common where we stopped at a disused caf^Â. I had hoped it would have been open, for I was thirsty once more, but sitting on a bench in the overgrown car-park I thought it was time for Calvin and me to have a serious talk. But he started things rolling. "Do you really love me?" "Course I do ... you love me?" He nodded, "Course ... especially," he hesitated, "no ... not just when you're playing with my dick!" He blushed slightly, "You know!" "I know ... but you're great when being sexy as well!" "Yeah ... it's fun!" He giggled, "If we go home, we can do it again!" "Suits me!" As much as my love for him was based on his personality and his intelligence, his body was always of interest and I was very much interested in getting him naked on his bed once more! "What about in the bushes over there?" He indicated with his head to the main common - at the same time, he gave his shorts a squeeze! Calvin was getting aroused - and a little al fresco sex might have been fun! But it was a Saturday, there were too many people about! As I'd almost told him, the reason for my choice of route that day was in memory of my very first boy-friend whilst I was at University. Chris had been 13 like Calvin and we had done the same journey but on foot, one weekday that summer. Unlike with Calvin, I hadn't kissed Chris in the church - we had masturbated each other, leaving more than a little mess on the old carpet! Today though, there was no chance to do anything where we were, something Calvin understood when I explained. Leaping up, he ordered, "Come on then ... let's go home ... I'm in the mood!" He jumped on his bike and almost before I could follow his example, he was cycling off. I've no need to tell you, I was quickly following him and we cycled off at quite a speed, Calvin keen to get back home for the fun he felt - no, he _knew_ - was his right and I certainly wasn't going to deprive him of the fun he wanted. It didn't take all that long to reach his home, Calvin leading the way and in no mood to ride side-by-side and chat. Eventually though, we were propping our bikes against each other in the narrow passage by the side of the house, Calvin then letting us in through the back-door. I didn't need to stand close to him to realise that he was hot and sweaty - I was in the same state! But I wanted him in that state - after all, the smell of a pubescent's body cannot be beaten by any other smell in the world! Grasping his hand, I pulled him a little closer and almost without any further conscious thought from either of us, I had my arms round him as we started to kiss. Like all boys, he hadn't want to kiss me earlier that afternoon, but now he had discovered how nice it was - and having admitted he love me - Calvin was now more than willing for a long drawn-out, passionate, tongue-tangling kiss. As we kissed, I slipped my hands up under his shirt, but it's difficult to caress a back slippery with sweat! Didn't matter, for I had in my arms the boy I loved, a boy who loved me and who was soon urgently grinding his lower body against me, demonstrating he was stiffly ready for action! When we parted, I grinned at him, "That was good ... you really know how to kiss don't you young man?" "Never done it before!" He smiled, "An' I only let you kiss me 'cos I love you!" "And I love you!" I was happy. "Anyway, you're all sweaty after that cycling!" "Me too!" He muttered - another _Calvinism_! But of course, he quickly realised his little error and, blushing slightly, added, "I mean _you're_ all sweaty as well!" "I know ... didn't you say that your mum's away for the week- end?" "Yeah ... we can have lots of fun together if you want!" "Course I want ... come on then sexy pants ... upstairs and let's see what we can do." "Ok ... do you wanna shower first though?" I was torn between two desires - shower off, or make love with a sweaty teenager. Of course, the last desire won out! "Not now ... maybe later!" Calvin gave me a puzzled look, but with a shrug, asked, "What do you want to do with me then?" "Whatever you want darling!" It was the first time I'd used that word, something he seemed to approve of. "Come on then ... you've got me worked up again!" He smirked as he indicated his shorts which clearly contained a sizeable school- boy erection! As I nodded my assent, he grasped my hand and pulled me towards the door, letting go as we emerged into the hall so that he could run upstairs to his bedroom. I followed a bit slower, taking a brief chance to admire on the hall carpet the - too obvious to my eyes- faint white stain from the wank I had given him earlier! But I was in a hurry to get Calvin's hot young dick to give me some more of that magical boy-liquid, so I rushed upstairs after him! In his room, I found him standing with arms folded over his chest, his cut-downs wide open but still - almost - round his hips. "Come on then ... undress me and then we can have some fun!" "Suits me." I stood in front of him, "Stand still then." Placing my hands on his hips, I pushed his shorts down. Calvin wiggled his hips to help, but otherwise stood still, all the time grinning inanely at me. Very briefly, I rubbed the back of my hand over his pants, causing him to growl at me, but I was in no real hurry and I knew that having had a wank earlier that day, he might be able to hold back his boyish enthusiasm about coming off quickly! "Shoes off!" I muttered as I squatted down in front of him. Obediently, he lifted each foot in turn and allowed me to pull off his trainers and the short socks he was wearing. Between dealing with each foot, I looked up and ordered, "Take that necklace off as well!" He did so, intelligent enough to realise that our _sexercises_ as he called them, might damage the thing. Along with removing his foot-wear, I was able to take his cut- down jeans off as well, so that when I stood up, he was wearing just three things: shirt, underpants and a happy smile. So I now grasped his shirt and carefully pulled it up and off over his head. My boy-friend now stood there, simply waiting for me to do whatever I wanted - what _he_ wanted was that I should take his pants off, but for the moment, I was content not to do so. "Shall I get undressed then?" I asked. "Go on then!" He reached for his pants which he wanted to pull down but I managed to stop him! "No! Just lie on your bed and wait ... you sexy young thing you!" Calvin grinned at me before throwing himself backwards onto his bed. There, he snuggled down in the middle as he watched me undress. I was surprised that he didn't simply push his pants down his legs and start wanking - his usual course of action when we had time to strip off completely. But all he did was to grin at me, although he did succumb and began massaging the bulge in his pants. That simple action made me even more keen to strip and I pulled my things off faster than I'd done for a long time. Eventually in the same state as him - my pants only just able to hold in place my raging erection - I knelt on the edge of his bed. "Well?" But without waiting, I fell down onto him. We started a friendly "fight" - more erotic than violent, the pair of us using it as a way to cuddle and hug each other as we rolled about on his bed. It wasn't specifically sexual, but I got great pleasure from simply touching him and in return, feeling his young hands all over my body. Surprisingly, he made no real effort to touch the bulge in my pants, but I made sure that I touched him there - briefly each time, but with obvious sexual intent. After a while, he _allowed_ me to win our fight and I ended up kneeling over him, my hands holding his wrists as he lay spread- eagled on his bed. "Well? Do you give in then Calvin?" "No way!" He laughed as he tried ineffectually to try to get me off of him, but all I could do now was to lower myself onto him and, finally releasing his wrists, slide my arms under him so that I could hug him close. Lowering my face to his, I quickly had my tongue in his mouth, now able to relax on top of him and enjoy the way he now hugged me tightly. We kissed for a long while, Calvin wriggling about under me as I pressed down on him. Our pants were rubbing together and soon I felt his movements indicated that he might reach his orgasm like that, something I didn't want at all! So I rolled off him, grasped his hand and placed it on the front of my pants. Since the day he first decided that he was willing to have sex with me, Calvin needed no further encouragement, but being so bright, he knew that we hadn't settled down yet to the serious business of giving each other an orgasm. So, he playfully stroked the front of my pants, sending amazing shivers of delight coursing through my body. "You're good you know!" I whispered, "Another reason why I love you!" "Yeah ... I like playing with your dick." He hesitated, "The only other one I've played with is about the same size as mine!" I could tell he was in confessional mode! "Oh? Whose was that? Someone I know!" Although I was keen to hear of what he may have got up to with any of his school friends, I tried to sound the opposite! "Oh," he laughed, "Paul Andrews from school ... you know!" "Course I know him!" A boy not uninteresting, but not a great looker, never a boy to be friendly towards adults, but one almost as intelligent as Calvin. "Well ... we wank each other off ... quite a lot really!" He smirked, "We did it yesterday ... here ... when we got back from school!" "An' is he good at it?" "Not as good as you!" "Well ... I practice as much as I can ... especially on this lovely thing!" I gently grasped the front of his under-pants - but only briefly as I still wanted to keep things going for as long as possible. "Yeah ... you like my dick don't you?" "Course I do ... but I love _you_ a lot more!" "I know ... I love you as well Graham." "Good ... that's why when we have fun together, it's better than when you do it with Paul." A proposition he had to think about for a moment or so, but then, accepting my logic, he smiled at me. "Suppose so." He grinned, "He wanks good though ... an' it's fun when I make him spunk up!" "Course it is ... an' I love it when I make you spit your load all over the place ... like you did this morning!" "Yeah ... that was nice!" He sighed, "Really lovely!" "Course it was ... but you know what I want to do now don't you?" He played dumb. "No idea ... wank me off? Fuck me up the bum?" "Well ... both would be nice, but," So far I'd not been allowed to screw his arse, ever hopeful though that he would one day offer that part of his body to me, "Can't you think?" "No idea ... what have you got in mind?" Looking puzzled, he half-smiled, well knowing that what I wanted to do was the thing he loved most. Even so, he grasped my hand and placed it on the front of his pants. "That's better ... you always make me feel nice there ... everywhere as well." "I try!" I gently fondled him for a moment or two, "Well, what can I think of to do to this hard thing?" "Dunno ... you could try," he giggled, "do it to me ... please ... pleeeeese!" "Maybe!" At that, the game was over! Almost angrily, he demanded, "Suck my dick then ... 'cos I know you wanna do it an' I wanna spunk up again!" He relaxed as he smiled, "An' if you do it good, then I might let you ... you know!" My heart skipped a beat - was buggery on the evening's menu? I wanted him to be more specific. "What? What do you want me to do then Calvin?" Another giggle, "You want to stick your dick up your bum don't you ... I mean up _my_ bum!" Slight embarrassment at his Calvinism! "Maybe!" I was keen but couldn't show it! "Course you do ... but why do you want to?" He was genuinely puzzled. "Because!" "That's no answer ... why do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to do it to you?" He pulled a face, "No way!" "But you might let me do it to you?" "Only if you really tell me why ... an' then only maybe!" He sighed, "That feels nice ... pull me pants down an' do it properly." "Ok!" Time to expose his cock so that I could not only play with it, but admire it once more. Moving slightly on his bed, I grasped the waist-band of his Calvin Klein's and, as he lifted his bum for me, I was able to pull them down out and then off over his feet. Quickly, I removed my own pants all the time, starring at his wonderful cock as it stood up from his body. Naked, Calvin was utterly beautiful and I could have sat there in silent meditation all day! But he wouldn't have understood that - what he did understand was the need to have his dick lovingly fondled and, so, as I lay back by him, that was what I did! "There ... that's better," I told him as I started to move his foreskin up & down slowly, "a perfect dick for some sexy wanking young man." "Yeah ... you do it nice." He sighed, but then asked, "Why do you want to do it up my bum? Won't it hurt?" "Maybe ... maybe not!" With Calvin, the only thing to do was to be more than honest and of course, give a full explanation. Simply telling him that fucking would be fun, just wouldn't work with a boy as intelligent as him. "I want to fuck you sweetheart because it would be very exciting for me ... not just that but ... it's different as well!" I was trying hard not to make it sound as if my pleasure was the only thing, Calvin already well knew that sexual-pleasure was best when shared. "Like fucking a girl?" "I wouldn't know!" I had to be honest! "Much the same really I suppose ... but quite a few women like it up the bum you know!" "Bollocks!" "No ... just true!" All the time, I was slowly wanking him, some- thing he just loved, but also an act that at the moment, might help persuade him to give me his cherry! "Anyway, you might like it if I fucked you ... lots of people do!" "Gay men!" "Of course ... but many others!" "Do you like being fucked up the bum? I'd never do it to you Graham ... no way!" "No ... it's not something I enjoy." Honest once more - only a few boys in the past had ever screwed me - like Calvin, few are ever interested. "Well ... maybe you can do it!" He sighed, "It's nice what you're doing to my cock ... you wank really good you know Paul!" Another Calvinism! "Graham ... that's my name ... I'm not Paul Andrews!" He blushed, "Yeah ... you wank better than he does!" Calvin wriggled about, settling down even more on his bed, clearly enjoying the way my fingers were sliding his foreskin up & down over the sensitive tip of his cock. "Well? Do you wanna spunk up?" I asked, keen not to push him into rolling over for me. "Dunno ... you can do it then I suppose ... do you want to?" "What? Fuck you?" "Yeah!" His mind was suddenly made up, "you can do it then ... I wanna find out what it's like!" He pulled my hand from his dick, "Fuck me first, then you can suck me off." My heart skipped a beat! I wasn't sure why I wanted to fuck Calvin (I prefer sucking boys off!) but he was willing and so I was now keen on the idea! "Ok ... are you _really_ sure?" "Course I am!" He was irritated by my question - he'd made up his mind and now, he was going to find out what it was like to be fucked. Maybe it would be the only time we did it, but he needed to experience everything! Maybe even he'd ask if he could fuck me! "Ok then ... let's see what we can do!" First thing though, "Now ... you bum's much tighter than any girl's vagina ... I'll need something to lubricate my cock if it's going to go up you," I smiled, "Or it would really hurt!" Calvin thought for a minute then smiled, "What about some Nivea? There's a pot in the bathroom." "Sounds fine ... go and get it then." "Ok!" Calvin wriggled away from me and slid from the bed. For a moment he looked down at me, wiggling his hips to make his erection jiggle about in front of my face. "You like my dick don't you?" But before I could reply, he turned and scampered off, leaving me to eye up his shapely bum as he left the bedroom. Sill almost unable to believe that I was about to fuck the boy I loved, I sat up and removed my socks, finally as naked as my young partner. Calvin was quickly back with the Nivea, but once more, he put on a little show for me, wiggling his cock about playfully, turning to "moon" me and being as silly as most boys his age are when naked. Surely you've noticed that? Even the toughest of 13 year-olds likes to put on a display like that? Not just when their nudity is in the privacy of a bedroom but in changing rooms and similar situations - one of those delightful traits of boys that makes us love them so much! Of course, I was more than happy to watch him for a moment or so, allowing me further chance to cool down slightly: I wanted to fuck my young lover so badly that I was sure that it would be all over far too quickly! He threw the jar at me, "Here you are then ... what now?" He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled, "You'd better do it before I change my mind!" "Well, if you don't want to do it ... then just say so!" "Who said that? I said get on with it!" Slightly exasperated - nothing really was going to change his mind, he was too intelligent, too inquisitive not to want to discover something new we could do together - even if it was for just the one time only. "Move over ... I'd better lay in the middle!" He almost pushed me out of the way so that he could lie face down on his bed. I had wanted to fuck him face to face, but like most boys, this was the only position that was possible as far as he was concerned. So, that was the position in which I would take his cherry! I removed the lid of the jar, ready to lubricate us both for what I was certain would be a wonderfully exciting fuck! Without me asking, Calvin lifted his bottom from the bed as he reached round and pulled his cheeks apart. For the first time ever, I was given a view of his hole - previously I'd never even touched him there! Turning his head, he demanded, "Go on then ... put your dick up there!" A demand I was happy to accede to! "Ok young man ... you asked for it!" I scooped out some of the cream as I leaned over my young partner, "Be still an' let me get your bum ready for my dick!" I quickly scooped up some of the cream onto my fingers and as he continued to hold his cheeks wide open for me, I started to smear the stuff round his hole. At that first contact, he shivered but then accepted what I was doing. I wanted to get him well lubricated so that my entry would be as easy as possible, but at the same time, I took the opportunity to slip a finger into him, soon gently finger-fucking his wonderful arse. "There ... how does that feel sexy bum? Does it hurt?" "Not really ... but I suppose your finger's bigger than your finger!" "Well ... try this!" I carefully inserted a second finger, surprised really at how open his bum was. "Not bad ... put your dick up there now!" He turned his head and rested it on the pillow, more than happy now to give me his cherry. "Ok ... but put that pillow under you ... lift your bum up more for me." Calvin understood and quickly slipped the pillow under his middle. His raised rear-end was a site I could hardly believe and even as I smeared some of the Nivea round my dick, I was mesmerised by what he was offering to me. "Right then ... let's try it!" I told him as I knelt up more of him. Moving my position slightly, I bent my dick downwards and managed to place the tip between his wide open cheeks. To start with I merely rubbed it round his now well-lubricated hole, but then, very carefully, I leaned more over him and started to push my dick into his warm young body. "No relax your bum ... push back at me ... that's it ... I'm trying not to hurt you darling ... stop me if it does!" I rested more on top of him, prodding my cock harder at his arse, suddenly surprised when he seemed to relax totally, opening up to me. My cock seemed to slip in home - so easy now and without a murmur of pain from beloved young friend. I almost collapsed down on top of him, revelling in that over- whelmingly exciting feeling of having the whole length of my dick held by his warm body. "Oh Calvin ... Calvin!" I sighed in his ear, "You wonderful boy ... this is amazing ...I love you so much darling!" "Yeah!" He didn't really know what to say, like most boys, quite, unable to think straight that first time they have a man's penis up their rear-end! Somehow, he managed to turn his head so that he could speak, "Is it really nice?" "Fantastic ... does it hurt?" I was praying for a negative answer! "A bit ... not too bad ... it's uncomfortable really ... go on then ... you gonna be quick?" "Maybe!" I slid my hands under him and hugged him tightly to me, "but you're so fantastic I want this to last for ever!" "Sex maniac!" He relaxed onto his bed, pushing his bottom up to me as I started to move my dick in & out of his bum. And for a while, that was all I could do! I was quite determined not to fuck him more strongly, partially so as not to hurt him, but mostly to delay my orgasm, to prolong this fuck for as long as possible. It was wonderful - not just the purely physical pleasure that comes from a good fuck, but the increasing internal joy that came from the fact that I was screwing the boy I loved. But inexorably, I found my self pushing deeper into him, pulling out a bit more and then thrusting back home - faster and faster as I clung to him, moaning his name in his ear and telling him even more how much I loved him. Calvin bore it well, not at all complaining about what I was doing and soon discovering that he could control the tightness of his anus round my dick. That alone made it even more exciting and my fuck became increasingly wilder! My tension rose uncontrollably and all too quickly I was moaning in pleasure as my hips thrust my throbbing erection deeper into him. With each throb, I shot a thick spurt of sperm deeply into Calvin accompanied by another moan of pure pleasure. "Oh Calvin ... Calvin ... you're wonderful ... love you!" I panted as I thrust my dick even deeper into him, still dribbling sperm as my balls emptied themselves into this 13 year-old. "Wicked!" he whispered from under me still not complaining about what I was doing to him. I utterly collapsed on top of my lover, quite lost in my pleasure and that even greater psychological pleasure that I had from the fact that I was fucking the boy I loved. I don't know how long I was lay there on top of him, but I simply could do nothing but rest there as the throbs in my penis slowly died away. My breathing slowly returned to normal but I simply lay there on top of the boy I loved, the boy who had just given me the best fuck I'd ever enjoyed. This was a moment to be savoured - to be extended for as long as possible. All too quickly though, Calvin managed to turn his head as he muttered, "You finished? Get off me then!" It didn't sound too serious an order, I felt I could have stayed there for a lot longer with my slowly softening cock embedded up his arse, but as always, the boy is in charge. "Ok darling, you're so wonderful you know!" As I spoke, I slowly lifted my bum, carefully pulling my dick from him. That done, I slid round onto the bed by his side, wanting nothing more than to hug him close and kiss him. But boys don't like that - they may like your sperm-wet cock pressed up against them, but not one so messy as one that has just been up their bum! "Calvin," I whispered, "that was simply wonderful ... easily the best fuck I've ever had you know!" Words couldn't express how I felt, but I think he understood! Rolling onto his side to face me, he smiled, "Yeah ... I liked that!" He blushed, another Calvinism? "I mean ... you liked that didn't you?" "Fantastic ... but did you like it?" Perhaps a Freudian slid on his part! "Dunno ... it was different ... felt strange when you put your dick in me and then ... well, it was fun I suppose ... but only you can ever do it to me ... 'cos I love you an' you love me." A slight hint that I'd be allowed a repeat performance in the future! "Well it was wonderful ... your turn now!" "What? I don't want to fuck you!" "No ... I promised I'd suck you off ... can I?" "Course you can!" He smiled as he looked down to his rigidly erect young penis. "You know you can whenever you want to Graham!" "Stand up then!" Calvin didn't understand to start with but with further prompting, climbed from his bed and stood looking down at me, his dick sticking out from his wonderful body in a most exciting way - he didn't need to say "suck me", his dick was already saying it! So, I swung round more so that I was sitting on the edge of his bed, his prize penis inches from my face. As always, I could have sat there contemplating its beauty for ever, but I needed to give thanks for such a wonderful fuck and those thanks had to be in the form of what I was determined would be the best blow-job he'd ever enjoyed. Grasping the back of his legs, I pulled him closer, sticking out my tongue so that I could run it round the exposed tip of his cock. He shivered in delight - so I worked even more hungrily on that most sensitive part of his body. Calvin was soon shivering in delight, making soft noises of appreciation as he enjoyed what I was doing to his dick. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, tightening my lips round him as he responded by pushing himself deeper into me. Experienced with each other, we now set up a slow and steady action, me masturbating his firm young cock with my lips whilst tongued and sucked on it, Calvin gently fucking my mouth as he tried to increase his excitement even more. The urge to bring him off was great, but I wanted to try to make this blow-job last. Even though at his age he can manage many orgasms a day, I knew that the wank I had given him that morning might help him hold back - that may have been a quickie, but Calvin knew the simple fact that a slow & steady rise of tension to orgasm always made it more exciting! I clung to him, his hands holding my head to his loins - not that I was going to let go until he had given me suitable drink. I was thirsty - fucking him had been very thirsty work! As I sucked him, the smell of puberty coming from his body seemed to increase by the second, his pubic fringe as my nose brushed against it full of that very special smell of a boy in heat. It was so much more exciting than usual - I may love cock sucking, but I loved Calvin even more. But it was very obvious that my young partner was soon going to come - I simply sucked even more seriously, waiting for his wonderful penis to start spitting on my tongue. Suddenly, he seemed to lean on me more and then, with no further warning I felt his cock starting throb. As he whimpered helplessly, those powerful throbs spat several tasty squirts of teenage sperm onto my tongue. He was clearly enjoying it to the full - I was in utter heaven at being privileged to be the source of such pleasure, but Calvin's pleasure was much greater than mine. I swallowed as best as I could, always ready to savour that special flavour of a boy's sperm - but especially Calvin's regular offerings! Suddenly, he jerked his hips back, pulling his dick from my mouth. Opening my eyes, I saw it slap back against his body - still dribbling sperm it looked amazing! After admiring this erotic spectacle, I sat back slightly and looked up. At first, his eyes were tightly closed, but then, he opened them and smiled at me. "Wow! That was good!" He sounded very content - but then, so was I! Quickly, I climbed to my feet and, wrapping my arms round him, hugged him close. As I did so, I finally swallowed the rest of his tasty load, happy once more to have tasted my lover that special way. But my pleasure was greatest from the realisation that I had given him a wonderful orgasm, one that he'd enjoyed so much. All too soon though, my young lover realised that my cock - pressed firmly against him - was very messy after our fuck! Pulling a face, he wriggled out of my embrace. "You're disgusting Graham ... come on ... we need a shower now!" He grasped my hand and looked at me quite lovingly - all I could do was to allow him to lead me into the bathroom. There, he immediately sat on the loo and quite unselfconsciously, had a shit! Most boys do of course that first time they get fucked - and usually on subsequent occasions as well! I busied myself with the shower and by the time Calvin had performed a cursory wiping effort, he was able to join me under the warm spray. There we clung to each other for a moment or so, but then got on with helping each other wash. There was the sweat from our day out, but mostly it was the mess created by our sex play. Calvin needed no encouragement to turn and lean over, holding his buttocks apart so that I could clean up him, a loving act, but when done, it was difficult not to bend down and kiss that special part of his body. Instead, I merely stood up, turned off the water and helped him out of the shower: towels were found and we quickly dried our- selves, my young lover deciding he needed no help from me. Dry, naked but no longer hard, I then hugged him into my arms. It had been a wonderful day in all ways. I didn't need to tell him that as the expression on his face showed all too well. Contentment, happiness, trust, joy all rolled into one. "Love you!" I told him as I rubbed my nose against his. "Love you!" He whispered back, "Don't go Graham ... stay with me." "For as long as you want." I then remembered that his mother was away for the weekend. "Can I stay the night here with you?" He looked surprised, "Didn't think of that ... course you can ... you must." He smiled, "I won't let you go!" "Don't want to ... all I want to do is to stay here with you!" "Good ... I'm a sex maniac!" He blushed, another Calvinism. "You're a sex maniac!" But then, he giggled, "Suppose I am as well!" "Don't care ... I'd love you whatever!" We could have stood there being sloppy and lovey-dovey, but fortunately, his stomach rumbled, bringing us back to earth! Letting go of him, I asked, "What shall we do about eating? I suppose your mum left you something?" "There's various things in the fridge ... or we could get a take- away or something?" I would have liked to have taken him out for a meal, but I was reluctant to leave the privacy of my lover's home - at that moment, I wasn't particularly interested in more sex with him, all I wanted was to revel in his nudity and the flawless perfection of his 13 year-old body. "Let's ring for a take-away ... come on ... shall we get dressed?" "Ok!" He seemed to understand that for the moment at least, sex was to be forgotten - we had other things on our minds! So we found our clothes and dressed, although my mind was still reeling from all the sex we'd enjoyed together. All that was made even better when Calvin eventually hugged me close and whispered, "It's been lovely Graham ... even when you bum-fucked me!" "And it was great for me as well!" I told him quite truthfully. "Yeah ... you can do it again one day!" he smirked, "But only 'cos I love you!" "Me too!" even more truthfully than my last words. Going downstairs, we found a menu and rang the local Chinese take-away. We were then going into the kitchen, but in the front hall, standing at the spot where I had wanked him off first thing that morning, I took Calvin into my arms and started to kiss him. We were still doing so when the doorbell rang with our food. THE END JS : 28th February - 5th July 2003 ___________________________________ If you want to email me please make sure the subject line is relevant I get so much spam and other junk mail!