Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:20:45 +0000 From: Josh Cock Subject: Colin's Story All the usual disclaimers apply. Please do not read this story if it is in any way illegal for you to have access to this sort of material. If the concept of consensual sex between men and boys offends you, any offence this story causes is your responsibility, not the author's or the publisher's. All fiction is based on fact, how much fact is for you, the reader, to decide, and your decisions will all be different, and all valid. The dividing line between appearance and reality depends entirely on the perceiver. Colin's Story "Hi, alright, then?" " Yeh, ta, love one; lager." "Yeh, Carsburg'll be fine." " Yeh, I know I look a bit young to be in here; that's `cos I am, in' it". "Me? Sixteen." " Nah, landlord don't mind, so long as I don't cause no trouble, an' I ain't gonna do that, am I. Ain't no other boozers round here where they let me have a pint." "What you mean, you ain't surprised?" "Don't even look sixteen? Cheeky bugger!" "Fag? Yeh; we gotta go outside, so we better take our drinks with us." "So how old are you, then?" "Thirty five? You look a lot older." "Nah, just kiddin'." "I know I'm a cheeky cunt; gotta have a laugh, ain't yer." "Here y'are, this'll do fine; where I usually sit. Well outa the way when the lads start gettin' noisy after a few pints." "Like I said, I keep away from any trouble so I don't get banned." "What do I do? Just finished school, ain't I." "Nah, ain't got a job yet. Wot about you?" "Office work? Sounds fuckin' borin'!" "So what you do for fun? Apart from buying beer for sixteen year old boys?" "Told you I was a cheeky cunt, didn't I. And anyway, you did, didn't you." "Yeh, I know it didn't last long; I was thirsty weren't I." "Yeh, course I would, if you're buying." "Cheers." "Course I won't get pissed! Take a fuckin' sight more than a couple of beers to get me pissed." "How much? Why? You thinkin' of tryin'?" "Yeh, would be a laugh; but not here, I get pissed here and no way Bob'd let me in again. More than his licence is worth." "Your place? What, to get pissed?" " Yeh, ok. You got any smoke?" "Nah, I don't mean fags!" "You never tried it? Fuck me! What you do when you was a kid?" "Go on, be a real laugh, gettin' pissed an' stoned." "Tell you what. You provide the booze an' I'll score some weed. You up for it?" "Neat. Give us ten minutes an' I'll meet you by the phone box." "Yeh, it's all good; got some nice stuff." "Hey, nice motor. Bet you pull a few bits of cunt with this." "Yeh, I bet!" "Hope you don't live too far." "Why? I gotta get home later, ain't I." "Nah, don't have to; ol' lady don't give a shit." "Nah, Friday night, in' it. Don't usually get in till two or three on a Friday night an' she ain't gonna fuss if I'm out all night; so long as I ain't got meself banged up by plod." "Nice place; you all on your own?" "Wicked; we can get well pissed an' stuff." "How much? What, really fallin' down, pukin' pissed?" "`Bout two thirds a bottle of scotch." "Last time? Last summer." "Yeh, I was fifteen." "Nah, weren't a party. Was a school trip." "Nah, straight up; a real school trip." "Tell you? Yeh, maybe. P'raps after we've had a few drinks and a joint or two." "Aw, that's mean!" "Yeh, I know it's your booze, but it's my weed." "Ok, fair deal; we get half way down that bottle an' I'll tell." "Good weed, in' it. Scotch ain't bad either." "He, he, your eyes gone all slitty; you're gettin' well stoned." "Nah, not yet; I mean, I know I've had a few, but I ain't nowhere near pissed yet." "Fuck me! Half a bottle already! We got through that quick!" "Yeh, I know; I said half the bottle an' I'll tell you." "Well, went on this school campin' trip; only reason I went `cos all the kids knew there were no school rules on it. You know, teacher didn't fuss about us smokin' and drinkin'. I had to share his camper van, an' I got through loads of his scotch and got seriously pissed." "Yeh, just the one teacher an' about a dozen kids." "What you mean? All the details?" "Everythin'?" "Nah, couldn't do that." "Never told no-one." "You gotta promise you won't never say a word to no-one." "Someone might get shit, that's why." "Pour some more, then; I'll roll another joint. But you gotta promise." "Ok, from the start. An' stop me if you get bored." ................................................................................................................................................................... "One o'clock in the car park, Colin." I looked up, surprised. What the fuck did one o'clock in the car park have to do with me? "If you're going home for lunch, you'll have to make it quick," the teacher said. I was still well confused, I hadn't got the faintest clue what he was on about. "We leave at one," he said in that patient voice teachers' have when they're trying not to get pissed off. Then it dawned. Shit! Fuck! It's the fuckin' campin' trip this week an' I'd forgotten all about it! "Oh, shit, yes, sir," I said. I knew it was ok to swear `cos he didn't mind us usin' that sorta language so long as we weren't swearing at him. "You'd forgotten, hadn't you," he said, still patiently. "Yes, sir," I said, tryin' to look all meek like. "But I can nip home lunchtime an' get me stuff.." "You do that, Colin," an' he gave a little shake of his head. He was alright, was Auntie. We called him that `cos he always had time for you. Kid's took their problems to him an' he always listened, not like some of the other bastards who strutted around like they was some sorta gods. I dashed home, threw a few tee shirts, socks an' knickers in a bag and shot back to school. It never even crossed my mind to think about where I was gonna sleep. I mean, I knew it was a campin' trip, so we'd be in tents, but I hadn't worked out what that meant. Everyone else was in the van when I got back, with Auntie waiting in front of it. "Sleeping bag, Colin?" he said when he saw I only had me shoulder bag. "Oh, shit, forgot it, sir," I gabbled. I really hadn't worked out the sleepin' bit, I didn't even have a sleepin' bag! "Haven't got time for you to go back for it," Auntie said, which was just as well, `cos I hadn't got one to go back for. "You'll have to put up with being in the van with me. You can't go in a tent without one, you'll freeze." He was right there; summer it might be, but it certainly weren't no hot one! I weren't that put out about havin' to share with him. All the other kids were older than me; I knew them, but they weren't mates like, so I weren't gonna miss out on any stuff. An' anyway, there weren't gonna be no problems about havin' a fag in Auntie's van an' he probably had some booze stacked away as well. I reckoned he'd probably feel a bit bad about a kid havin' to share with him instead of bein' with the other lads, so he might even let me have some. I got the first plus from bein' with him when we arrived. The others had to put up tents an' stuff, but, `cos I was in his van, I didn't have none of that to do. We went off after everythin' was set up an' did what we were supposed to be on the trip for, an' then we went into town for some munchies and all finished up in a boozer. "What you want, Colin?" Auntie asked me, an' when I looked at him, surprised like, he said, "I don't think they'll actually serve you at the bar, so I suppose I'd better get yours for you." "Lager?" I said hopefully. "They'll only let you have it in halves," he said, "But I suppose you could always drink two halves." And off he went to the bar. Shit, I thought, this is gonna be well cool. I'm on a school trip, an' I'm in a boozer and me teacher's buyin' the booze for me! I had four halves, Auntie bought them all, an' when I said I got some money so I could give it to him when he went up to the bar, he said if I had to put up with havin' to share with him, the least he could do was to buy the beer. I was not gonna argue! He bought me a packet of fags, too, an' when I went to argue with him about that, he told me that when I was with him, he paid; when I was on me own, or with the others, I paid for meself. After the fourth half I needed a piss, so I asked Auntie where the pisser was. "Need one as well," he said, "Follow me." It weren't a huge bog an' only had a pissin' trough, no separators or nothin'. I got me cock out and let it go. I got this feelin' Auntie was tryin to cop a look at me cock; I ain't no uptight prick or nothin' so I reckoned if he was havin' a quick butchers, why not? So I didn't try to shield it with me hand or nothin', just pretended I didn't know he was coppin' a gawk. Happens all the time an' it don't do no-one no harm. "Time to be gettin' back," Auntie announced when we got back to our table. It was just gone ten, an' as most of us was under age for a boozer, that was reasonable; we didn't wanna be around when plod started their rounds or nothin', get all sorts of people into all sorts of trouble. It was pissin' with rain, typical fuckin' summer! So we didn't hang about once we got back to the camp, people just went off to their tents an' I went in the van with Auntie. Van had two bench seats, one on each side, with a table between them. I sat one side, Auntie sat the other. "Don't have no beer, Colin. Sorry about that." "No worries," I said, feelin' a bit let down, but I weren't gonna show it; after all, he'd bought me four halves an' a packet of fags, so I weren't doin' too bad. Just that half ten's a bit early to settle down for the night! "Got some scotch, if you can cope with that." Cope with that? Yeh, I could cope! He dug out this bottle that was about a third full. "Can't be arsed to wash glasses," he said, "So just swig it out the bottle," an' he passed it over. I swigged, passed it back, an' he swigged. "Tell me about Colin," Auntie said after we'd had two or three swigs each. "He's a ginger haired, cheeky little cunt," I giggled. They hadn't been little swigs an' I'd had two pints of lager, so I was quite well relaxed. "Noticed," he grinned at me, an' I was wishin' we had some smoke, but I was happy to make do with the scotch. "Girlfriend?" he asked. "Can't say I've seen you around with one. "Nah, can't be arsed," an' I held out me hand for the bottle. Bit more chat about nothin' much an' the bottle was gettin' seriously low an' I was gettin' a bit pissed, you know, that havin' to concentrate before you said anythin', sorta make sure the words came out right. "You seem to be coping alright," he smiled at me when I had another, quite decent swig. "Told you I can cope," I half giggled, half slurred. He gave a funny sorta look, as though he was havin' a private joke with himself, an' I was the subject of that joke. "So have you had a fuck yet, then?" he asked, out of nowhere. "You what?" Well, it's not the sorta questions teachers normally ask, even when you're gettin' pissed with them; not that I'd ever got pissed with a teacher before, mind. "'Cope' was Elizabethan slang for `fuck'," he said, an' I must have looked as confused as I was, `cos he explained it for me. "Short for `copulate', you know, the fancy word for `fuck'." "Oh," I said. We was doin' stuff on Elizabethan England, that's why we was on this trip, get some background like. So that's why he'd had that funny look, havin' a little teacher type joke with himself with me as the target. "So have you managed to `cope' yet?" he grinned at me, pleased with himself, probably `cos he'd done his teacher thing and showed he knew a lot more than me. "Nah, rather have a wank," I said without thinkin'. "Fucks can be good, fucks can be bad," he said, soundin', a bit more serious, like he was in a classroom, but teachers don't talk about wankin' an' fuckin' in classrooms. "But wanks are always good `cos you're in charge; can't say I've ever had a bad wank." This was well wicked! There was me an' Auntie in his camper van, gettin' well pissed and chattin' about wankin'! Well cool! "Nah, nor me," I agreed with a snigger and emptied the bottle. "More scotch?" "Finished it," I slurred and held up the empty bottle for inspection. "Finished that, but not this," an' he opened a cupboard an' brought out a full one! Fuck me, I thought, this is pure evil! I'm on a school trip, sharing with a teacher an' we're both well on the way to bein' pissed as rats! Love it! "If you can cope, that is," he sorta sniggered, an' we both collapsed with a gigglin' fit. "Can't fuckin' wank it, can I," I got out through the giggles, holdin' up the bottle and makin' like I was tossin' off the neck; "Wrong shape," an' that set us off gigglin again. Auntie was well cool, I thought. This was better than gettin pissed with me mates. After a few more swigs of scotch I remember tryin' to work out if I'd really said I'd rather have a wank than a fuck; I didn't want him gettin no wrong ideas about me, but Auntie never mentioned sex again, so I forgot about it. I ain't got a clue what we talked about, but we talked our way through most of that second bottle before we decided it was time for kip. At least, Auntie decided it was, reckoned he wouldn't be able to put the bed together if he had any more. It never registered on me he'd said `bed' not `beds', but even if it had I was too pissed to care. I fell out the van for a leak while he put things together, an' when I staggered back in I saw there was only one bed with a duvet on it, an' I didn't give a fuck. We somehow stripped down to our briefs and sorta fell into bed, snuggled under the duvet. It felt great, apart from the roof goin' round in circles! "So you got no objections to gettin' wanked, then, Colin," I heard Auntie say. "Nah," I said, which was true, `cos I was far too pissed to care. So I guess I musta told him I'd rather wank than fuck. What the hell. "You got any objections to gettin' wanked?" I slurred back. "None at all." "Good," I muttered. Might as well go for it: I'd got well pissed, now I was gonna get wanked as well. Counts as a good night. I felt his hand come over me and go for me cock, an' me cock didn't have no objections either, `cos it was already well hard. "Won't be needin' these, then," he said, startin' to get me briefs off. "Nah, nor you," I said and felt him wriggle around while he lost his. He pulled me in for a cuddle an' it felt well good. Felt even better when we went for me cock, an' better still when I went for his. I'm circumcised an' about four an' a bit inches, he was uncircumcised and a hell of a lot bigger and thicker than me. We felt around for a bit an' then I pushed his head, hintin' I'd like to get sucked. He didn't need no pursuadin' an' went straight down on me, an' fuck me, did he know how to suck! He had every bit of me in his mouth, swirlin' his tongue round it, lickin it up an' down and suckin' me balls. He even went with his tongue in the crack between balls an' leg, an' I've never had that done before, an' all the time he was feelin' me all over. He spent ages on me legs an' I really liked that. Havin' your cock sucked an' your legs squeezed an' stroked is total fab. "You got lovely, smooth legs," he muttered, an' I have, not a hair anywhere. "Can't bear hairy legs," I slurred back, an' then I hazily wondered if I'd given anythin' away. His wasn't the first mouth to get round me cock, but I wasn't gonna tell him that. I dunno why, but I thought it important he didn't know. I hoped he wouldn't ask if it was me first time, `cos I didn't wanna have to lie to him. He stayed down there, givin' me cock a wonderful time an' I knew I oughta be doin'somethin' for him, too, but me guts weren't steady enough for me to roll around an' get at his cock, so I just felt his shoulder an' made some noises to let him know I liked what he was doin'. He obviously wanted somethin' as well, `cos he shifted around so we could sixty nine, but I knew if I took that fat cock in me mouth I'd gag, an' then I'd puke on him, an' that'd sorta spoil things a bit, so I just tossed it slowly against me open lips, an' then put it on me face an' held it there. It was a lush cock, big, strong an' thick, an' I wanted to do it proper, but there was no way I'd manage without pukin', so I told him I'd do it proper for him tomorrow, an' he seemed happy with that. Then me guts started churnin' serious an' I had to make a dash for the door so I could puke outside. When I got back in bed he'd gone back to normal position, so I shoved his head down again so he could carry on suckin' me. I had to puke again a couple of times, an' each time when I got back to bed I pushed his head down again. Me guts might not have felt too good, but there weren't nothin' wrong with me cock! I had some more churnin' but I knew there weren't gonna be nothin' comin' up, so I lay face down on the bed with me head over the sink. It was sorta cheatin' really, `cos I didn't need to puke anymore, but I didn't want him to go any further than suckin' me. This way I could let him have a good look at me arse, knowin' that there was no way he'd try to get inside it; no-one tries to fuck a boy who's pukin'. He had more than a look, he had a good feel of me cheeks as well, but he never went near me crack, an' when I was back in bed again, he whispered in me ear, "Lovely legs, lovely arse, lovely boy." Then he went down an' sucked me some more. I wanted him to fuck me, an' I know he wanted to. There's no way a guy who sucked cock like he did ain't interested in the back as well as the front, but I couldn't let him. Pissed as I was, I knew it mustn't happen, an' bein' the sorta guy he was, he never pushed for it, just sucked me till I gave him what anyone who sucks cock wants. I worked things out next day an' told him I'd be goin' in a tent with another kid who was on his own. He was a bit upset, but I knew if I stayed with him again it wouldn't just be cock suckin' an' I couldn't let that happen." .................................................................................................................................................................... "There y'are, that's the full lot; an' I need another splif." "What you mean, I ain't told you everythin?" "It's fuckin' obvious, in' it? If I went to bed with him again, he'd fuck me, an' I couldn't let that happen." "Because it wouldn't have been a one-off fuck, would it. I mean, I knew the sorta guy he was. If he was just after me arse he'd have pushed for it that night, but he never did. He weren't the sorta guy who just fucks a boy an' leaves him. He'd have wanted me to be his proper boyfriend, and there's no way that could happen." "Because he was me teacher, you daft cunt! If I was his boyfriend he couldn't have helped not makin' me special, could he? I'd have been seein' him whenever I could, goin' in his office for cuddles and snogs an' stuff." "Course I would. I'd have loved him to be me boyfriend, but you can't go round school snoggin' a teacher without other kids noticin', an' then he'd have been in well deep shit. Me an' all." "Yeh, just once. I was in his office, gettin' changed for me exam piece when he came in. I was in just me briefs. His eyes went straight there an' he sorta smiled. I knew what he was thinkin' so I just held me arms up so he could get a proper look an' smiled back; let him sorta know he didn't just have to look if he didn't want to." "Yeh, he put his hand in me briefs an' gave it a squeeze an' told me I was still gorgeous. He asked me why the fuck I didn't stay in his van that time an' I said I'd tell him after I'd done me exam piece." "Yeh, I told him, an' he said he wished I was his boyfriend, an' I was fuckin' amazin', an' how I'd done the right thing even though he'd have loved to fuck me an' have me as his boyfriend." "Nah, time had gone, hadn't it. I'd gone with him the first time, he'd still be me boyfriend, or he'd be in prison. Probably in prison, `cos some fuckin' bastard would have found out and split on us." "Yeh, I know. He ain't me teacher now, an' I'm legal as well, but, like I said, too late now." "What you mean, that can't be the only reason?" "Course he still fancies me. Told you, he had his hand in me knickers only a couple of weeks ago." "So why's there gotta be some other reason?" "Alright: if I'd have let him get near me arse last year, he'd have fucked me, an' not just `cos he wanted me arse, but `cos I was gaggin' for his cock in me, an' I'd bend over for him now in a flash if we was to start goin' together." "Because as soon as his cock got near me hole he'd know it weren't the first time I'd been fucked. He might have a big, thick cock but it'd go in real easy, `cos I've been gettin' fucked since I was thirteen." "Because I like him, you stupid fucker, he's a really nice guy, an' I can't have him knowin' I'm me neighbour's fuck slut!" "'Cos if he knew he'd just want me arse, not me." "Yeh, I spose, he might, but I couldn't." "Why? Cos he's too nice a guy to have to make do with someone like me!" "Yeh, I know. Now, you gonna take me to bed or am I gonna have to crash here?" "Course you can fuck me. That's why you got me round here, in' it?" "You ain't gonna want to be me boyfriend, are you. You don't give a toss how many times I've been fucked. You just want me arse, an' me arse needs a cock in it." "Right, let's do it then; but you better not have hairy legs, `cos if you have, you ain't gettin' nowhere near me." If you got this far, thank you for reading, and if you are not familiar with the version of the language that is southern teenage English, I hope it wasn't too confusing and didn't spoil the story. Comments are, as always, very welcome. joshcock@hotmail.com