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Cornish Tales and Piskey Tails.

 

Part seven.

 

  

Freddie Montgomery says...

It's almost bed time and I'm cleaning my teeth when my mobile phone rings. My heart misses a beat. Mum or dad will probably have heard it. If it's Zac, I'll be in deep shit. I wipe my mouth on a towel and run to my bedroom to see who it is. I let out a relieved sigh when I see its Kris calling. Mum shouts up the stairs, "Who's that calling at this time of night?"

 

I yell downstairs, "Its Kris, mum."

 

I open the call just as she shouts, "Tell him to ring at a proper time in future or he'll be in trouble."

 

I take the phone back to the bathroom, shut the door, and very quietly, say, "What do you want at this time of night?"

 

Kris laughs. "Have I got you in trouble?"

 

"Yes! What do you want? I rang you earlier and told you that we won't be having dinner `till late tomorrow. What do you want?"

 

"I just wanted to talk. I'm in bed thinking Zac is shagging me. What did you two get up to while I was away?"

 

"Mind your own business!"

 

Kris giggles. "So you let him do it then, did you? I told you that you should. Was it good? Did you let him shag you?"

 

"Fuck off!" I whisper loudly. "Of course I didn't!"

 

"What did you do then?"

 

"Mind your own business!"

 

"Did he wank you off?"

 

"Mind your own business!"

 

"Did he suck you off?"

 

"Mind your own business!"

 

Kris giggles again. "So, that means he sucked you and wanked you, but he didn't fuck you. Did you enjoy it like I told you to?"

 

I giggle. "You've got a dirty mind."

 

Kris sniggers. "It must have been fantastic! Did you wank him and suck him off?"

 

"No! Of course I didn't! I'm not fucking gay like you!"

 

"You rotten bastard! Perhaps he shot his load in his pants. Did he?"

 

"I've no idea. I asked him if he wanted me to do stuff, but he wouldn't let me."

 

"Fuckin' `ell! He's a fuckin' saint!"

 

I laugh. "Saint Zachary of Davidstow. And he's got the devil living at the other end of the village."

 

That has Kris is stitches, and he gurgles, "I'll sneak down there in the morning and stick my trident in his mouth."

 

I break up with laughter, and chortle, "That's Neptune, you divi! He's the one with the trident!" When we've stopped laughing, I tell Kris to hold on while I go to my bedroom. When I get there, I close the door, and because it's warm, I get into bed, naked. After I've pulled the light duvet over me, I lean back against the pillows, and whisper, "That's it. I'm in bed now. Keep it down. I don't want dad or mum to know I'm still talking. Are you wanking yourself off as usual?"

 

Kris whispers. "No. I've done it twice though. That's four times today. How many times have you done it?"

 

"Just two times. Once this morning, and once when I got back."

 

"Thinking about Zac?"

 

"Fuck off!"

 

Kris giggles. "I'll bet you did. The last time I did it I was sucking him off after he'd sucked me off, and I swallowed every bit of his spunk."

 

"Yuck! Do you really like that stuff?"

 

"Of course I do! I'm not like you! I admit to being gay, and that's what gay people do. I'd love to suck his dick. Are you going to let me do that part for you?"

 

I think carefully about Kris's words. I'd be paying Zac back for what he's done for me if I let Kris suck him off. It would be my unselfish way of making sure my Zac was satisfied all the time. If I let Kris give Zac his really gay stuff, then I could give him the part that he loves most, my body and my love without the sex so that he wouldn't treat me like that Jaoa lad. It could work well as long as Kris didn't butt in on me and Zac when we were doing our loving stuff. Another thing... I wouldn't be jealous if it was Kris doing it. I love them both, and I'd be doing them both a favour. It could work. But I'm still not entirely sure it would be the right thing, so I say to Kris, "I'm not sure. Two boys going to Zac's place could look strange."

 

"Don't be daft! One boy going there on his own all the time will look strange. This way we can sort of back each other up that nothing is going on. I'd deny it `till the cows come home providing you did the same. If ever anybody butts their nose in, we can scream blue murder at them and tell them they've got filthy minds. Nobody except you knows I'm gay. We're just ordinary boys helping Zac to settle in, and if I join you sometimes when he's teaching you stuff, we can say he's helping me as well as you. And if we tell Zac all this, and if ever anybody does butt their noses in, if he denies it and we deny it, nobody will get in trouble. That will help you and Zac. What do you think?"

 

The way Kris has put it makes a lot of sense. All I need to do now is settle my own mind that Kris sucking Zac off won't make me feel bad. I don't think it will, so I reply, "Okay. But don't piss on me and Zac or I'll fuckin' kill you. I mean it, Kris!"

 

Kris is quiet for a short while. Then he says, "I would never do that, Freddie. Honest, I would never do that. Don't forget that it's been me looking after you for ages because of the shit you've been through. You don't think I'd let you get hurt again, do you?"

 

Kris's words hit home really hard. He has been there for me where Zac was concerned, and I've always been there for Kris as far as him being gay is concerned. We've looked out for each other without really thinking about it. If I can't trust Kris, then I can't trust anybody. That's why I say, "I'm sorry, Kris. I know you wouldn't. I'll tell you what. I can't do it because I wouldn't know what to say, but if you go and see Zac in the morning and have your own way of talking to him, and you can say what we've been talking about, let's see what he wants to do. If he wants to do what we've been talking about, then do it. You can let me know about things when I see you tomorrow night at dinner at his place. How does that sound?"

 

It seems as if Kris has been thinking, too, because he says, "I'll think about it Freddie. I want to be sure you're not going to be hurt. I'll let you know tomorrow night if anything has happened. Okay?"

 

"Okay. Fuck off now. I don't want mum to catch me still talking to you. I'll see you tomorrow."

 

"Okay Freddie. See you tomorrow."

 

**********

 

I take the red leather band from my wrist, and kiss it. Zac gave it to me after we'd been to bed. He gave me two: a brown and a red one. The brown one he said he bought me because it reminded him of my beautiful eyes, and the red one because it reminded him of my red hair. Well, it's not really red. It's all sorts of shades, from sort of red in some places right through to brown in others. But mum calls it auburn. She says most women would die to have hair naturally coloured like mine. I don't get called `Carrot Top' or anything like that, because it isn't ginger hair. Zac loves it. He's always fondling it and kissing it. He used to do it when I was little. I remember that. He told me then that I had gorgeous hair. I remember that as well. Some things from back then have always stuck in my mind. I remember when he used to pick me up and hold me in his arms. If we were on our own in the sea, he used to give me small kisses on my neck. Sometimes he would have both hands under my bum while I had my arms round his neck, and I remember that his hands would be moving on my bum as if he was stroking me. Now I know why he did it. He loves my bum. Today, while we were on the bed, he couldn't stop feeling it. What does he feel when he's doing it?

 

I turn over on my side and feel at the cheeks of my bum. They're soft and cuddly. He likes the back of my thighs. They're soft and cuddly too. Yes, I can understand why he likes them. I turn over onto my back and pretend my hands are Zac's hands exploring me; all round my balls and along my hard dick. He pulls my foreskin right back and tickles underneath it with his tongue, right on the part that I rub my foreskin on to make me cum. I place the red wristband on my dick, pinch it together, and pretend it's Zac's mouth rubbing my foreskin up and down. It's good. Really good. I increase the speed and lie back, wanking myself off with Zac's wristband. Then I push my other hand in between my legs and work a finger into my arse crack until I can touch my hole. Zac's tongue is in there. Right inside, driving me crazy. I work my finger inside. I take it out and wipe some of the precum off my piss slit onto my finger end and try it again. It slips in easier now. But not easy enough. I need something else. What can I use? I know... sun cream. There's some on my dressing table.

 

That's better. My finger goes in easier now. Slowly does it! Don't want to hurt myself. Push! That's it. More! Almost all in and it isn't really hurting. Just a bit more. That's it. It won't go in any further. Let it rest there for a while. I won't push it in and out... I'll just waggle it about. Mmmmm... that's not bad! Pretend it's Zac's tongue. That's it. Now use the wristband and pretend it's Zac's mouth. No, that won't work. He can't have his tongue up my arse while he's sucking me off. I know, pretend I'm letting Zac fuck me. Yes, that's it! My finger is his dick, and the wristband is him wanking me off at the same time. Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yessss! Oh, Zac... that's it! I belong to you! I always have! I love you! I love you Zac! Yes Zac! I'm letting you fuck me. You love it, don't you Zac? You love fucking your boy! I'm yours, Zac. All yours! ALL YOURS ZAC! Ahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhh.

 

I lie back with a smile on my face. That's the first time I've ever wanked over having really gay sex, and it wasn't bad!

 

*********** *********** ********** ********** **********

 

Kris Boscowan says...

I haven't told Freddie how I really feel about Zac. I daren't. I don't want to hurt him. As soon as I saw him I knew he was special. He's fantastic looking, and he's got a body that makes my dick hard every time I look at him. He's at the perfect age that I like blokes to be in my fantasies when they're on top of me and dominating me with a big dick stuck up my arse. I've only ever had sex with a bloke once. Well... sort of had sex.

 

It was in the toilets at Launceston when I was eleven. I went in for a piss, but when I looked at all the writing on the walls in the cubicles behind me, I went in one and locked the door so I could read them. I was really horny, so I dropped my pants and was wanking to the pictures of blokes shagging and that sort of stuff, and reading some of the fantastic stories. There were holes in the thin hardboard walls between the cubicles, but they were covered over by toilet paper. I was almost cumming when somebody went into the one next to me. I wanted to look through one of the holes to see who it was, but I didn't dare. Instead, I sat on the lavatory and kept very quiet. There was a small space at the bottom of the wall between the cubicles, and after a while, I saw a man's shoe right by it which kept tapping. I was so busy watching it, I never noticed anything until a piece of paper fell off the wall between our cubicles. I was scared shit, and sat right back so nobody could see me. Then I saw the shoe disappear, and then two shoes with the toes pointing towards me as if he was standing by the wall facing me, in line with one of the holes which was just about big enough for a dick to go through. That's when I leaned forward and looked through the hole. I was amazed! There was a hand wanking a big dick, pulling his foreskin on and off his knob. Although I was scared, I was fascinated by what I could see. Then the hand and dick disappeared and an eye came to the hole. That freaked me out and I sat right back again. About a minute later, a note and a pen was shoved under the wall. I picked it up and read it.

 

`You're a lovely boy. Can I suck your cock?'

 

I didn't know what to do, but my dick was so hard and horny that I couldn't stop myself replying, `Yes please.' Then I shoved the note and the pen back under the wall, pulled off the paper from a hole that was just about the right height for me to put my dick into, and I could hardly breathe through excitement when I lifted my tee-shirt up my body and pushed my dick through the hole. I felt the bloke wanking my foreskin on and off my knob, and then his hot mouth sucking me. It was fantastic. Then he stopped. I wondered what was up and pulled my dick out of the hole, and then his big dick came through another hole. It was massive enough for me to get two hands on, so I began pulling him off. That's when I really fell in love with dicks. The feel of the red hot dick in my hands was fantastic, and I played with it for a while. Then I went down and licked the end of it. There was some precum oozing from his piss slit, so I tasted it. I couldn't taste anything except it was a bit salty. I tried to get the end of his dick in my mouth. It just about fitted with my mouth stretched right open. I was wanking and sucking it when he pulled his dick out of the hole. I wondered what was up until another note popped under the wall. `Put your bum by the hole and let me rub it with my cock."

 

So I turned round and put my arse by the hole where I pushed my dick through. Then I felt his dick come through the hole and push at my arse, so I bent over, pulled my arse cheeks wide, and pushed back against his knob. I could feel him trying to get his dick inside me, but it was too big even though I was pulling my arse cheeks as far open as I could. So I pulled harder on my arse cheeks, and it went in a bit further until it was just lodged in me but hadn't gone inside me, but I was losing my balance. So I put one hand on the opposite wall to give me some leverage, really pushed back while he was trying to fuck me, and I wanked myself at the same time. Then I felt his hot spunk spurting into my arse and felt it running down my balls. I looked between my legs and watched the thick cream sliding down my inner thighs, and that's when I came myself. And I was still wanking like mad when he pulled his dick out of the hole.

 

As soon as my wank was over, I heard his door unlock and him walk away. Because he'd spurted so much spunk and it was oozing out of my arse crack and sliding down my legs, I had to spend ages cleaning myself up. Then I had to get out of there. I was terrified. What if he was waiting outside for me? I didn't give anybody a chance to do anything, because as soon as I walked out of the toilets, I ran off and didn't stop running until I was sure nobody would catch me. Then I caught a bus home and wanked off three times that night thinking what had happened. But it had scared me so much, I didn't do it again, and I spent weeks after wondering if I was going to be ill because he'd spunked up my arse. I never told anybody, but I've always wanted to do it again.

 

And now Zac is here, I'm excited, because I know he wants to fuck me. I nearly let him when he told me to turn over on the bed, but the thought that his big dick might split my arse frightened me. But he should have at least sucked me off, and if he had, I would have sucked him off. Maybe it will still happen. Freddie says I can ask Zac to do things with me. I'll go to his place first thing in the morning and see what happens. But right now I need another wank thinking about Zac fucking me, and me sucking him off.

 

He's on top of me, towering over me, his big dick buried right up my arse. I wrap my legs around him and my arms round his neck and pull his face down so I can kiss him. He tells me he loves me, and then kisses me like mad, pushing his tongue right inside my mouth. I suck on it while he pounds away at me, and then I feel him cumming. His big dick swells right up and his hot spunk floods out of him, filling me right up so that it's oozing out of my hole, and that's when I cum big style. Oh yesssss! Oh yesssss! Fuck me Zac! Fuck me! Yesssssssssss!

 

***********

 

The following morning.

It's just turned seven-thirty. I usually hate getting up, especially on Sunday mornings, but as soon as I wake up I'm excited. With Freddie's permission, I'm going to Zac's house. Mum and dad are still asleep. I told them I'd be up early. I said I was going to play cricket with some of the lads down at Trewassa. They said I hadn't got to wake them up. That's why, instead of having a bath, I have a really good body wash after I've brushed my teeth for five minutes to make my mouth smells nice. I make sure I wash my arse well, and shove a couple of soapy fingers up to make sure there's no shit left from the crap I've just taken. My dick is spotless, especially under my foreskin. Then I dry myself and squirt some Lynx all over me to make sure I smell nice. What to wear? I'll wear white shorts, a white tee-shirt, and short white trainer socks to go with my red and white Adidas trainers. I'll look dead smart for Zac then.

 

**********

 

The curtains are still drawn. He must still be in bed. Shit! That means I've got to knock him up! But, no, I can use the key he said he'd leave just inside the small shed that's used to keep tools in. That's if he's remembered to put it there after he said he would so we could use it if we needed to when he was out because it was be a good thing to do in case he lost his key. But I'll try the back door first just in case he hasn't locked it. I told him yesterday that we had no burglars round here. It's open! He hasn't locked the door! Fantastic! But what will he say if I wake him? Will he go mad with me? Fuck... that's a chance I'll have to take. I know what, I'll be quiet and make him a coffee and take it to him in bed. I'll be halfway there then, so if I put on my daft act, he won't be mad.

 

**********

 

I'm really nervous when I creep into his bedroom. It's half dark in here, but I can clearly see him asleep in bed. He's lying on his back and the duvet is halfway down his body. He's got a lovely chest with quite a bit of dark chest hair. Just how I like them. He looks a bit rough though, he needs a shave, and his hair is all over the place. Here goes... "Oi Sleepy Head, I've brought you a coffee!"

 

Zac wakes up straight away, and he's really surprised. He gives me a nasty look, and says, "What the fuck are you doing here!" He looks at the alarm clock by his bed. "It's only just turned eight!" He rubs his eyes. "How did you get in? What's going on?"

 

I grin at him. "You left the back door open, so I came in and made you a coffee. Just one sugar. Where shall I put it?"

 

Zac stares at me, and then grins. Brilliant! He's not going to chuck me out now! He points to the bedside cupboard on the other side of the bed. "Put it on there you little sod. I must have forgotten to lock the back door. I'll have to remember next time if I want a lie-in."

 

I giggle at him. "I'm better than any lie-in. They're boring." Then I get on the bed on my knees, lean over him, and put his coffee where he said he wanted it. Still grinning, but shaking his head now, he studies me, his eyes running over my face and my body and down my legs. I turn my head round and look at my trainers. I giggle. "Ooops! Trainers!" He's still grinning and shaking his head when I sit on the bed, take them off, and lie back on the bed next to him with my head on a pillow and my hands under my head. I look at him, and grin. "It's a lovely day for not having a lie-in."

 

He grins, and then asks, "Have you got permission to be here?"

 

I grin back at him. "Of course I have. Freddie said I could, providing I didn't wear you out completely. He's still trying to make up his mind whether he'll let you or not, so I told him he was like a fart in a colander and he didn't know what he was missing."

 

He laughs, pushes his hair back with his hands, pulls himself up the bed, arranges his pillows, and leans back against them. Because I'm lying on top of the duvet, he can't pull it up to cover himself, so now I can see most of his body right down to where his pubic hairs begin to fan out on his lower belly. But he doesn't seem bothered, and I'm certainly not. He picks up his coffee and sips at it while I stare up at him. I can tell he's thinking, because although he's glancing down at me, he's saying nothing. I don't say anything either. This isn't a time for me to open my big gob. I've put myself on a plate for him, and if he wants me, then he can have me. If he doesn't want me, he'll tell me to fuck off. My heart is beating faster while I wait, but I pretend I'm easy with the situation.

 

He takes another hard look at my body, leans over to put his cup down, and I can now see the top of his arse. He's got no underpants on, and my dick begins to swell. Should I hide it? Fuck... no! He already knows why I'm here, so why should I. I glance down and see it tenting in my shorts. It should do; I've not put any underpants on. He fiddles about a bit, and when he turns back, he's got a packet of cigarettes and a lighter and an ash tray in his hands. He looks down at me, and says sarcastically, "You don't mind if I smoke in bed, do you?"

 

I grin up at him. "Nope. Don't let any ash get on my tee-shirt. I've put it on clean this morning."

 

He chuckles. "Just for me?"

 

Still grinning, I nod. "Just for you. Everything for you."

 

He takes a cigarette out of the pack, lights it up, places the ash tray where I think his dick is, and says, "Sit up here beside me."

 

I get up, arrange my pillows, and lean back right beside him. He lifts his arm, and I snuggle up to him on my side with my head resting on his shoulder and my hand across his chest clutching his other shoulder. His hand goes lower and I feel it grab one of my arse cheeks. He squeezes it, and then wriggles his fingers inside my arse crack. I let him do it, and then let my right hand slip down off his shoulder onto his chest, and rub his nipple with my thumb. He takes a draw of his cigarette, taps the ash off the end of it into the ash tray, and then blows out a long stream of smoke. I look up to watch it, and when he's finished, he looks down at me, right into my eyes. The hand that was on my arse pushes my tee-shirt up my body, and then I feel his fingers burrowing under the hem of my cotton shorts. I stare up at him as he pushes his hand down and feels at my bare arse. When his fingers go into my arse crack until he's fingering my hole, I lift my head slightly with my lips open. He lowers his head and our lips touch. That's when I put my right arm round his neck and pull him down further. His lips begin to work on mine, and I join in the kiss with him. I'm expecting it to be a long one, but he suddenly breaks it, stubs his cigarette out in the ash tray and leans over and places it on the bedside cupboard. When he returns to his original place, he stares right into my eyes again. My heart is racing like a steam hammer. Suddenly, he takes his hand out of my shorts, grabs the back of my neck, and pushes my head down his body, and at the same time, he lifts the duvet to show me his dick.

 

It's rock hard, and throbbing. The pressure on my neck eases, and again I feel his hand slipping under my shorts. I know what he's doing. If I want his dick, then I must take it of my own accord. Jackpot! Oh, my God! I'm so horny that I could eat the beauty! It's big, about eight inches, and when I put my hand on it, my fingers only just meet. I hear Zac shudder when he feels my hand on him, and the fingers inside my arse crack really burrow deep until they're fiddling with my hole proper. I go down further until his dick is by my mouth. I kiss it, open my mouth wide, get the knob inside, and suck hungrily on it while I wank it and play with his balls. I'm not comfortable like this, so I get on my knees and get both hands working on his dick while I'm sucking it. Zac takes his hands out of my shorts, grabs my waist, and lifts me onto him so I'm kneeling each side of his chest with my arse by his face in the sixty-nine position.

 

Although I'm sucking his dick, I'm fully aware of what Zac's doing to me. He rubs his hands up and down my back, and then pulls my shorts off my arse. He must be looking at it now. Thank God I gave it a bloody good scrubbing! His hands are all over me, pulling my arse cheeks wide to look at my hole. Then I feel his tongue on it, tickling round the entrance. It looks like he's into rimming little boys. Thank God he is! I've always wanted somebody to rim me. He's really stretching my hole now, and his tongue is inside me, licking away like a good `un. Fuckin' `ell! This is fantastic, and I reward Zac by redoubling my efforts on his dick.

 

That's when he gets rough and starts dragging my shorts off. I have to help him by lifting each leg while he strips them off me, and then he pushes my tee-shirt over my head. I let go of his dick for a minute to let him get it off, and when I'm completely naked except for my socks, we begin again.

 

This is much better, because Zac can now get to my dick while he's sucking my arsehole, and he even pulls it right under my legs to suck the end of it. I think he's lost it, because he's lifting me up so he can get my dick and balls into his mouth at the same time, and sucking on them like mad. It's a bit uncomfortable, but who cares about being uncomfortable when we're doing sexy shit like this! Now he's got his tongue up my arse again and is wanking me at the same time. I'm not idle... I'm sucking on his knob like a dog with a bone. I love it! I've dreamed about sucking dicks like this, and I've every intention of making this time the best in my life.

 

I know he's cumming when he begins to fuck my mouth, pushing his arse off the bed to get it in further. I let it go in until I'm almost gagging, and then he spurts his spunk. I've got both my hands round his dick when he's cumming, and I can feel it throbbing as the hot spunk quirts right into the back of my mouth. At the same time, Zac pushes his tongue as far up my arse as it will go, makes it go mad inside me, and wanks me off twice as quick. That's when I cum.

 

I can't make a lot of spunk, but what I can make, squirts out of the end of my dick onto Zac's chest while I'm having the most amazing cum I've ever had in my life. I'm so worked up that I swallow as much of Zac's spunk as I can until I can take no more, and then it runs out of my mouth and down the sides of his dick and over my fingers and into his hairs.

 

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

 

Zachary Blair says...

When it's all over, I'm thinking about Jaoa. Kris is like Jaoa, and that's why I do something I'd never do to Freddie even if I had the chance to do it. While I stare at the wet, juicy, puckered hole in front of my face, I put my hand on the back of Kris's head and rub his face in the spunk that's run into my hairs. He wanted it: he can have it, all over him like Jaoa wanted it. And when I lift Kris up and turn him around, I know he's exactly like Jaoa. His face is defiant as he sits on my chest, panting, and looking down at me, my spunk smeared all over his boy face. And to confirm it, he stares into my eyes and rolls his tongue around his lips to show me that he's a proper spunk boy. It's what they are: boys like Jaoa and Kris. That's two I've had now, and I'll never tire of them. I like them. They fulfil my most base sexual desires, and I know one day I'll be fucking Kris just as I used to fuck Jaoa. It will take a while, but I'm in no hurry. I've never been into hurting boys, and the pace will be set by Kris. But he wants it. He desires it so much that he'll probably take it too fast. I reach up and stroke a finger around Kris's face, drawing lines in the spunk that's splattered on it, and ask, "Did you enjoy that, Kris?"

 

He nods. "It was fantastic. Was it nice for you?"

 

I nod, and smile up at him. "Brilliant! You're pretty good for your age. In fact, you're superb at it." I wink at him. "And you'll get even better at it."

 

Kris grins. "When?"

 

"When I've taught you all the tricks of the trade."

 

"Do you want to fuck me?"

 

"Of course I do. But that won't happen yet."

 

"Why? What if I wanted it now?"

 

I shake my head. "It hurts, Kris. Really hurts if you don't take it easy. It could even damage your insides, and I'm never going to hurt you. I like you far too much to do that. Anyway, I'm not into hurting boys."

 

"How much do you like me?"

 

I smile at him. "I'm very fond of you, Kris. That's why I let this happen. When did Freddie say you could do it?"

 

"We talked about it on the phone last night when he was in bed."

 

"And you told him that you'd take care of the really sexy stuff while I just gave Freddie the loving he wanted?"

 

"That's about it. I told him that you wanted this, and if I did it with you, you wouldn't go looking for other boys."

 

I chuckle. "What a strange threesome we are! We all need each other, but in different ways. Have you had enough now?"

 

Kris pulls a mock-angry face at me. "No! Have you?"

 

"No. But I reckon we both need a shower before we start again. Don't you?"

 

Kris stares into my eyes. "No. I like to be covered in your spunk. It makes me feel really sexy."

 

I'm surprised at Kris's comment. He's kinkier than I suspected he would be, and I ask, "What would you like to do now then?"

 

"Can I do anything I want?"

 

I smile into his beautiful blue eyes. "You seem to doing exactly that now, so why should things change?"

 

He pulls a silly face at me. "Right. You promise you won't stop me?"

 

I pull a silly face back at him. "Be my guest, just so long as it doesn't involve crapping on each other."

 

Kris laughs. "No! And I'm not into pissing on each other either!"

 

I laugh. "Then that's fine. Go for it. I can see your dick is hard again already. Are you going to rape me?"

 

Kris giggles. "Sort of." He points a stern finger at me. "Don't stop me!"

 

I put my arms up in surrender. "You're the boss. But let me have a pee first. I've been dying for one ever since you jumped in my bed."

 

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I'm lying on my back on the bed. Kris is lying between my spread legs, licking my balls and dick like a dog with a bone. He's totally engrossed in his task; lost in boyish hormonal lust. It doesn't get much better than this to someone like me. One of the things that really attract me to Kris is that although he's thirteen years old, he looks no older than eleven. That really turns me on. I try not to admit it even to myself, but I'm as attracted to really young boys as I am to those who've reached puberty. There's just something really sexy about a very young boy being aware of his sexuality and wanting sex with a man. I think back five years to when I first met Freddie. At eight years of age he was a sexy sod, and if he'd been like Kris is now, then I'm absolutely sure I would have had sex with him. In fact he was in my bed thoughts even at that age, and I spilt a lot of semen when I was a youth over the thoughts of what I'd like to do to him. Yes, I really loved him, but I also wanted sex with him. When I had him in my arms by the beach, I made sure my hands were on his little bum, and I also made sure my fingers often strayed into the crack of his bottom. Then there was that time on the Friday when I was holding him while we were dodging the rollers, and...

 

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Dodging the rollers.

 

"There's a big one coming, Zac," says Freddie as I put him on his feet facing the sea.

 

I'm behind him, on my knees, hands around his hips supporting him. I watch the roller break about ten metres in front of us, and as the water hits us, Freddie squeals as the strength of the wave knocks him back into my arms. I wrap my left arm around his chest and place my right hand directly over the front of his brief speedos. The latter is an involuntary act to protect his precious jewels from being harmed, and as soon as the wave has passed, I know I should take my hand away. But I don't. I can't. My fingers are splayed over his groin; my little finger pointing down and in between his legs, over his tiny ballsac. I've got a `handful' of the little boy I'm in love with, and I don't want to release him. There's now not a single part of my beautiful boy that I haven't touched. Maybe not naked, but I've had him nevertheless. I should take my hand away, but I don't. Instead, I yell, "There's another one coming! Hold on!"

 

Freddie laughs, and grabs the arm that's across his chest. I tighten it around him. I also press my other hand more firmly against his groin, hoping he'll think I'm doing it inadvertently. I watch the roller approaching, but I'm not thinking about it. My mind is firmly on what's under my right hand, and when the roller hits us, I use the momentum of the collision to feel for his little cock. It's there, not tucked down by his balls, but sideways across his speedos. It might be small, but it's definitely a lovely little cock. The wave passes; we laugh; Freddie looks back at me, and shouts, "Can we do it some more?"

 

I laugh. "Yes, of course we can. Are you enjoying this?"

 

With seawater dripping from his face, Freddie looks right into my eyes; deep into what I am, and if he wasn't so young, I'd be almost sure he knows what I'm about when he says, "Yes, but don't let go of me!" So for the next ten minutes we do it again and again, and not once does Freddie try to remove my hand from his precious jewels. I feel at him good and proper, even holding his little cock between a fingers and thumb and squeezing his foreskin over his little knob every time a wave hits us. Because his cock is so small, I can't tell if he's aroused or not, but it most certainly isn't shrivelled up by the cold water. Then I do something else. I stretch my hands and work my little finger under his balls and down to his small bum, and every time a wave hits us, I do my thing with his knob, and at the same time prod that little bum crack with my little finger until it's deep between his bum cheeks, trying to get to his little sphincter. Not once does Freddie object to what I'm doing. Perhaps he's so engrossed in the fun we're having that it doesn't register what's happening down below. Well, that's what I'm hoping.

 

All good things come to an end, and because the sea is coming in fast, I have to release him and pick him up and carry him further towards the sandy beach. I don't do it again, not because I don't want to, but because I'm scared to death that he'll realise what I'm doing and tell somebody that I've been abusing him.

 

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Was that sexual desire from little Freddie when he said "Yes, but don't let go of me!" I don't know to this day, but the boy, Kris, between my legs now, is certainly filled with it.

 

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Kris is slobbering over my dick as he licks and mauls it. He's in love with it. Then he stops licking it, gathers a mouthful of saliva, and spits it onto my knob end. I'm puzzled for a moment until he suddenly gets up from between my legs and moves up the bed to straddle my hips. He bends over, looks down between his legs, grabs my dick, and begins to lower himself onto it. Now I know what he meant when he said I wasn't to stop him. He wants to be fucked. He wants my dick up his arse. I tap him on the back of the head. "You're going to hurt yourself."

 

He looks up at me, right into my eyes, and scowls. "I told you not to stop me!"

 

I scowl back at him. "You're going to hurt yourself you silly lad! If you're intent on doing it, then I'll have to help you."

 

Kris looks quizzically at me. "How?"

 

I point to the chest of drawers. "Go in there and get three bath towels out. Go on! It gets messy and I don't want to fuck the bedclothes up. They haven't been on five minutes! Just do it!"

 

Kris gets off the bed and goes to the chest of drawers. He takes three bath towels out, and shows them to me. "These three?"

 

I nod. "Bring them here." He brings them to me, I throw the duvet off the bed, get off it myself, arrange two of the towels doubled over on top of each other, place the other to one side, and then I point to them. "Lie on your back with those under you." Kris grins, does as he's told, and I tell him, "Grab the back of your legs and pull your knees onto your chest. If you want to be fucked, then we'd better make it as comfortable as possible for you." I point a finger at him. "This is going to hurt you know!"

 

Kris grins, grabs his legs, and pulls them tight to his chest. Then, looking through them at me, he says, "Is that okay?"

 

I weigh up the situation. I point at his legs. "Try and squeeze yourself into a ball so your arse is up in the air. I can get to you better then."

 

He giggles. "What do you think I am... a fucking contortionist?"

 

His comment makes me laugh, so again I point a finger at him. "You're a supple little bugger, so just do it!"

 

He soon gets the hang of it, and when he's contorted himself so his bum is sticking up in the air with his buttocks wide open so I can clearly see his puckered anus, I grin at him, and say, "Perfect. Now stay there while I put some baby oil all over you." Tools of the trade. Out of the bedside cupboard. I brought it with me... a large bottle I bought from Boots in Bristol, so I snap it open and pour some into his open bum crack and onto his anus before working it around and just inside his hole. Then I maneuver myself so I'm kneeling by his arched back with my cock over his balls, pour some baby oil all over it, close the cap before placing it on the bedside cupboard, and wipe my hands on the spare towel,. I think about using one, but my experience with Jaoa taught me that gently-does-it with three closed fingers are less painful than a single prodding one. So I place them against his now stretched sphincter, and begin to work them into him. It looks as though Kris has been learning from somewhere, because when I push, he pushes as if he's taking a crap, and my fingers slip into him quite easily. Then we spend a silly ten minutes getting my fingers to their full depth. I say `silly', because ever the joker he is, every time I ask if I'm hurting him, he giggles, licks his tongue out, and then tells me that it will take more than three fingers to make him stop because he's enjoying it so much. Finally, I remove my fingers, pour some more baby oil in and around his now stretched anus, take hold of my cock with one hand, use fingers and thumb of the other hand to stretch his sphincter as much as I can, and look at Kris when I say, "Tell me to stop if it's hurting, and don't blame me if it does. You asked for this!"

 

Kris grins. "I know I did. Are you going to spend all day talking about it? Put it in me!"

 

I take it slowly, rotating my knob around his sphincter, pushing gently to stretch it, going slightly deeper all the time. Every time I look at Kris, he gives me a consenting nod of the head. I reward him with a smile, and then concentrate on what I'm doing. I've rolled my foreskin off my knob so it doesn't get in the way, and it's just my swollen and rock hard knob that's doing the work of stretching the entrance to this little boys' tunnel of love. The baby oil is doing its work as I pressure-massage his sphincter, and very slowly, and without pain it seems because he's not wincing, my knob begins to disappear bit by bit. Because the sight of what's happening is highly arousing, I'm also trying not to climax as I work my knob around. Almost there; Kris's hole is stretched as far as it has to go, so I give one last push and watch my knob slip through his sphincter, which, once I've entered him, retracts and traps my knob inside him. I look at Kris. His eyes are wide open. I smile at him. "It's in. Does it hurt?"

 

He grins. "I know it is. No it doesn't hurt. It did a bit when you were pushing it into me, but that's gone now. What are you going to do now?"

 

"What do you want me to do?"

 

Another grin. "I want you fuck me, what do you think I want you to do... take me to the pictures?"

 

I smile at his cheekiness. "You're a brave little man. Okay, so I'll try to fuck you, but the moment it begins to hurt you and not please you, tell me to stop. Okay?" He nods. Because I'm trapped inside him now and only if he makes a sudden movement and pulls away from me or I pull back too much will my cock slip out, I wipe my hands on the towel, lean over him and place my hands on the pillow each side of his head, and look right into his wide blue eyes that are sparkling with excitement. Then I begin to gently press my cock against his bum and let it slip in a little deeper. Because we're looking into each other's eyes, I'll know if I'm hurting him, but up to yet all I'm seeing is the concentration on his face as he experiences the feeling of a cock going into him. Gently making fucking movements, I probe him slowly, going deeper on each thrust. I look under me and check how much is inside him. I'm not even halfway in. If this was Jaoa, I'd be pube deep by now, but it isn't. This is a thirteen year old boy experiencing his first anal intrusion by another male. But I have a problem too. Kris is the first boy I've fucked since Jaoa, and I like fucking boys. That's why I can't hold back any longer and I say to Kris, "I'm cumming, Kris. Do you want me to pull out?"

 

Kris's eyes open even wider, but in alarm when he snarls, "No! No! Do it! Do it! It's what I want for fuck's sake! Don't stop whatever you do! Fuck me Zac! Fuck me!"

 

So I do, but not conventionally. Kris's sexy words have taken me over the top, and I growl at him as I make one final, deep thrust and rotate my cock inside him as I ejaculate to a tremendous climax until every last drop of my spunk is seeded into him.

 

**********

 

Kris giggles as I cuddle him in my arms, and then he says, "My arse is sore now."

 

I kiss the top of his blond mop of hair. "Sorry. What was it like when it was in?"

 

Kris lifts his face and grins at me. "Like being fucked."

 

I chuckle. "I would imagine it was, but did you like it?"

 

"Uhuh! I thought it would hurt more than that, and it did hurt a bit when you came. But knowing you were filling me up took the pain away. It's a fantastic feeling you know."

 

"What is?"

 

"Being fucked by a man. Was it really nice for you?"

 

I nod. "Yes. It was brilliant. You were fantastic."

 

Kris grins. "I bet you say that to all the boys."

 

I chuckle. "Chance would be a fine thing."

 

Kris's face becomes serious. "You mean Freddie?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I suppose so, but it isn't going to happen, so I'm happy that it was you."

 

"Why?"

 

I smile at him. "Because you're a great kid. You're a sexy little sod as well. Which reminds me, I'm not letting you get away without I suck that little dick of yours until I get some more spunk out of you."

 

"Do you like my spunk?" Kris asks.

 

"Uhuh. I like all of you. I'd eat that little dick of yours for breakfast, and have a few slices of your gorgeous little bottom for dinner every day if I could."

 

Kris giggles. "You're kinky you are. Anyway, if you're going to suck me off, can we do it how I want?"

 

I nod. "Sure. How do you want to do it?"

 

"If I get over your face and you suck me, can you put your fingers up my bottom and try to tickle my prostate? I love wanking while I tickle it."

 

I give him a surprised look. "You know how to massage your prostate?"

 

Kris grins. "Of course I do. At home I use a plastic dustpan handle that I cut off when I'm wanking because I can't wank and use my finger at the same time."

 

His comment makes me giggle. "I'll have to call you the Dustpan Boy. Have you tried using a vibrator?"

 

Kris giggles. "Where can I get one of those round here? From the fucking cheese factory?"

 

When we've stopped laughing, I kiss his small lips very gently with lots of affection. This little man is growing on me very fast. I tickle his cute nose. "I'll get one for you from the internet. Will that do?"

 

"Can I keep it here? I wouldn't dare take it home. If mum found it, she'd kick me out."

 

Again I laugh. "Or she might thank you and use it herself?"

 

Kris scowls. "Don't be disgusting! I'll keep it here, and you can teach me how to use it. You can shove it up my arse when you're sucking me off."

 

I pinch his nose. "Never mind a dildo! I've got something else that likes being up your arse. Now move it and let's see how quick I can make you squeal with delight."

 

Kris laughs, jumps up, and is straddling my face with his nail hard cock by my lips in no time, and when he slips his cock into my mouth, I gently insert my middle finger through the still oiled orifice and push until I've located the small mound of his prostate. And when he begins to shudder, I massage it as he fucks my face. He was right when he said he liked his prostate massaged, because when he comes again, he's making noises like a scalded cat throughout the entire climax that shudders through his small body.

 

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Four thirty in the afternoon.

Everything is ready for when the Montgomery's arrive and Kris comes back to have dinner with us. Because we're having salad, most of the stuff is in the fridge, including a nice bottle of Sancerre. There's beers too, and Coke and various juices for the boys. For some reason I'm as nervous as hell. It's like being on a first date. An unusual one though. I'm expecting the boy I love, and another boy who I eventually fucked twice this morning before he buggered off. Yes, I fucked him twice. It was his doing, of course. Is anything not beyond the bounds of his lusting young body?

 

The second time happened when we were having a shower in the bath. He was messing about with my cock in his mouth when he suddenly got up, wrapped his arms round my neck, hoisted himself up until he could wrap his legs around my waist and insisted I hold my cock firmly while he lowered himself onto it. Then he locked his small mouth against mine while I clutched his buttocks and lifted him up and down on my cock until I shot the remnants of my man juices into him. Afterwards, with his arms still around my neck and his small legs wrapped around my waist, he insisted on watching what I was doing while I wanked him off. And to cap off a very special morning, he made me laugh when he was leaving by walking with his legs wide apart, and pretending his arse was so sore that he couldn't walk properly. Maybe that's why I'm nervous. The little bugger has a naughty sense of humour, and I know the evening will not pass without some innuendo from him.

 

These boys! Whatever am I going to do with them?!

 

To be continued...   

 

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