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Anthony Alboran's story – Crisp Buddies.

 

Written by John Teller.

 

Part three.

 

 

 

 

(Note. There's lots of sex in this and the next couple of parts of this story, but actually, none of it is gratuitous. It's important not only that you understand how things were between me and Ashton in our sexual life, but also to make you aware of how easily we slipped into familiarity. And parts of the sexual description is very relevant to the rest of the story.)

 

I had a beautiful boy in my arms, especially one who was old enough to know what he wanted and young enough to have a body that was lithe and supple and curvaceous, and something even more important to me... it was the body of a young man who had given himself to me completely without a hint of me having to use wiles and plotting to ensnare him. Yes, I'd played the game, but this union with a fifteen and a half year old and a twenty seven year old was completely consensual.

 

Ashton's arms around my neck were unyielding as he drove his hot, delicious lips and tongue against mine, and they became almost brutal when, after I'd stroked his entire back and bottom, I worked my right hand between us to feel at the bulging gem of his boyhood. No, he didn't have a seven-incher like some of the stories I'd read, but neither was it a stub. With fingers around his ample balls, it was the perfect handful straining against the leash of the flimsy brief's he was wearing. I wanted to take it out there and then, but the desperate moans emanating from him as I fondled and kissed him drove me to take him to the edge of the bed and push him onto his back so he was underneath me. I broke the kiss and stared down into eyes filled with desire, and said, "You're gorgeous."

 

His breathing was coming in short gasps when he scraped his fingernails down my cheeks and said, "I'm desperate. Do me!"

 

I kissed him; pulled away; looked into his face and kissed him again, and then I buried my lips into the sinews of his neck. He groaned and turned his head to give me better access, and when I moved to the other side, he did the same there. I sucked on that part of him for a short while, and then slowly began to make my way down his tense body.

 

Shoulders and upper arms; each breast and erect nipple had my full attention, and then I slipped to my knees on the bedroom floor between his legs. I could see up his body and I watched his arms open and fold back so he could grip the blue duvet cover, and then I went lower to the wonderful lower abdomen that was pulsing with anticipation as he took shallow breaths. I could see his mouth open as he panted, and each fresh part of him that my lips sought out were almost vibrating with desire. And then the moment both of us had been waiting for... I reached the bulge in his briefs and pressed my face against it. Ashton's lower legs were folded over the edge of the bed, and he used his toes to push himself against me. He didn't need to push too hard... I was mauling his stiff, throbbing dick with every part of my face. I was making love to it, pushing it across his lower belly while I held his hips. And then I stopped. Removal time! And I grabbed each side of his briefs and pulled them right off his legs.

 

For a short moment, with my hands on his knees and his legs wide apart, I studied the naked young man, and I marvelled at his absolute beauty. Everything I had ever desired in a partner was there before me in perfect symmetry. Soft fleshy inner thighs led to that trail of desire; the distinct perineal raphe that emanated from between the orbs of his lovely bottom, up the perineum, and continued along the centre of his tight ballsac. Its beauty was enhanced even more because his middle parts were far lighter in colour from the distinct tan line which began half way up those gorgeous thighs to his slim waist. Pale delight, and that's where I headed after I'd absorbed his beauty. This was so much better than the only other time in my life that I'd had sex with another male.

 

(I might as well tell you about it, readers. It was while I was still married to Her. I'd gone on a lad's night out to Nottingham and had a bit too much to drink. I wasn't pissed up, but I was halfway there when I became separated from my mates. Of all places (and don't ask me how?), I ended up in a gay bar. There was this nice young man of about twenty who took a fancy to me, and the next thing I knew was that we were sitting in the backseat of his car on a car park and he wanted me. And I was drunk enough to want him. At first it was all feeling each other up, but then he decided he wanted me to fuck him. Not easy when you're as big as me and in the back seat of a Fiat Punto, especially when the young man you're with knows all the tricks of the trade. By the time he'd done with his rubbers and gels and goodness knows what, it smelt more like a hospital than a small-car whorehouse. Anyway, I did fuck him, and although I enjoyed it, it was a pretty sterile fuck. What it certainly wasn't, was being hopelessly in love with the most beautiful young man I had ever known in my life and having him naked and wanting me on his bed. So now we can get on with me and Ashton?)

 

I wanted to lift Ashton's legs and bury my face between his buttocks, but I was more than mindful that this was our first time, and instead, I sucked his balls. One at a time... gently, but measuring them in my mouth. It was important to me that I knew my boy, and the size of his testicles told me that he was ready for sex. But I would have known that without measuring his balls. His dick was telling me he was mature enough.

 

I'd seen all sorts of dicks in pictures and I was well aware that they came in all shapes and sizes. Ashton's was uncircumcised, standing out straight from his body and not curved upwards as many did. Five inches? Probably. Maybe five and half when it was straining at the restriction of his foreskin. Not too fat; not too thin. It mirrored Ashton as a whole. And what I could see definitely told me that my boy was old enough for sex. His swollen knob had half emerged from its sheath of skin, and oozing from his slit was precum, slowly sliding down his beautiful dick, which told me how desperate he was for this union. That's why I moved away from his balls and took hold of it with my fingers. The moment I did, his foreskin slid right off, revealing the pink head. I wanted to take it into my mouth right away, but the amount of precum oozing from him gave me the opportunity to gently fondle the delicate nerves around the glans by using his precum as a lubricant. Two fingers and a thumb, and Ashton moaned like crazy as he heaved his bottom from the bed when his sensory nerves sent shock waves through him. But this foreplay couldn't go on too long. I could tell by the way Ashton's body was writhing and the stifled moans coming from him that he was on sensual overload, so I decided to put an end to his agony and took his dick in my mouth, and using fingers to hold the base of his straining dick to stop him deep-throating me, while I stared at the wisps of dark hair above the base of his dick, I used my lips and tongue to give him the supreme pleasure.

 

Boy spunk is delicious when it comes from the boy you love, and I think it's the most beautiful gift a boy can give you. It's the very essence of what he is; the food he has eaten; the air he has breathed; his DNA in all its wonderful, creamy glory, and, very eagerly, I swallowed the copious amount he gifted to me. I was sure he wouldn't normally produce this much, but those very special moments are capable of continuing the ejaculation for quite a while, and I knew Ashton was experiencing the sexiest moment of his life when he heaved his bottom from the bed and fucked my mouth until it was all over. And then I saw and felt him collapse in a heap, completely spent; his mouth open while he was gasping for breath, and I felt like a million dollars.

 

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We'd not spoken a word since I left him down there and had gone up to hold him in my arms while he recovered, but when he had, he pushed me onto my back and lay on top of me, staring down into my face and planting lots of kisses on it. I think we may not have said anything for two hours had I not broken the silence. After I'd sucked on the end of his nose, I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, and asked him, "Was it nice?"

 

I expected him to grin as he usually did, but he didn't. Instead, his face was overly serious when he stared back into me and said, "I could never have dreamed it would be like that. Do you like me?"

 

"Your body, you mean?"

 

He nodded. "Yes."

 

"Yes I do. You're very beautiful."

 

"Really?"

 

I nodded. "Really."

 

He played with my lower lip with his finger, and then asked, "Have you done it before with a boy?"

 

(Have you done it before with a boy? I smelt the small-car whorehouse and the anti-septic gels and told him a white lie. After all, Master Sterile was not a boy, was he?) I bit Ashton's finger gently, released it, and whispered, "No. It was my very first time with a boy. Have you done it before with a man?"

 

He shook his head. "No. It was my first time as well. I was worried that you wouldn't like me with nothing on."

 

I smiled at him. "Don't be silly. You're beautiful... all over. But I knew you would be when I pinched a crisp off you."

 

He smiled. "How could you? I looked a right wreck the first time you saw me. You took me by surprise. I didn't even have time to comb my hair."

 

I grinned and pinched his nose. "Yes, you did look a bit rough."

 

Ashton grinned, and then took me by surprise when he asked, "What do I taste like?"

 

I pulled a face at him. "I don't know what you mean."

 

He giggled. "You know exactly what I mean."

 

I shrugged my shoulders. "I was expecting a prawn cocktail taste, but it was more like the cream we had with the apple pudding."

 

More giggles, and then he looked into my eyes. "That's why I love you. You have a way of making even serious things into fun."

 

I smiled at him. "You're exactly the same. That's part of the reason why I love you too."

 

"What's the other part?"

 

"You're beautiful, you're a sexy little sod, and you're certainly not a thirteen year old. My belly is full to overflowing now. How long have you been able to make that much stuff?"

 

He grinned. "I started at eleven, so I'd have been okay for you then if you like that part of me."

 

I snorted. "I missed out there, didn't I?"

 

He lifted his eyebrows. "You certainly did. You'd have saved me a lot of bother if we'd met earlier."

 

"Saved you a lot of bother?"

 

He nodded. "I was going through a phase when I didn't know if I was gay or not."

 

"And when was it that you knew that you absolutely were?"

 

Ahhhh... beautiful boys! A tear slipped from Ashton's eyes, and he wouldn't look into mine when he said, "Just."

 

I smiled at him. "That's nice, but a girl could have done that to you."

 

He shook his head. "They couldn't."

 

"Why not?"

 

Ashton looked into my eyes. "Because I was thinking about you and your body when you were doing it."

 

"Do you like my body?"

 

"Uhuh, but I haven't seen the really important bit." Ashton grinned. "It's still in your boxers."

 

I looked down, and then looked back at him. "So it is. I forgot to take them off. I think it's asleep."

 

Ashton giggled like mad. "It doesn't look asleep to me. Can I have a feel at it?"

 

I nodded. "Do what you want with it except cut it off."

 

Not getting off me, he began to slip down my body, feeling at me as he went lower. I watching him examining me; stopping his fingers at any part he wanted to dwell on, including both nipples and my chest hair (which is not profuse), and then he went lower. When he got to my boxers, he worked his fingers under the waistband, slipped his hand inside, and I felt those piano fingers encircle me. Only then did he look at me, and say, "It's big. It's lovely. Can I do you now?"

 

I smiled at him. "Have you recovered enough?"

 

He giggled. "Have a look."

 

When he rolled back so I could see his dick, I saw that he had an erection again, and I grinned. "Superboy! It doesn't take you long, does it?"

 

Another giggle. "Not when I'm with the crisp thief who can make me feel sexy just by pinching a crisp."

 

"Not prawn cocktail flavour though. Only cheese and onion."

 

Ashton giggled again. "Stop making me laugh, and take your boxers off."

 

I put my hands behind my head and pulled a face. "You do it. I'm comfortable here."

 

"Idle sod! Take them off!"

 

I shook my head. "No chance. You want it, you go get it."

 

"I will then... idle sod!"

 

And he did. He got off the bed and pulled my boxers right off, and when my hard dick was clearly in view at full attention, he grinned at me and pushed my legs wide apart. Then he went on his knees on the bed between my legs, grabbed my dick with both hands, and slowly began to wank me. Like Ashton, I had a foreskin that rolled easily off the head, and he made sure it was right back as he examined me, especially the precum that was literally oozing from my well worked up dick. I think he'd learned from me, because he used it as a lubricant to stimulate me, and he even grinned when he looked up and me and whispered, "I'm getting my own back."

 

Although I was in seventh heaven, I wasn't so far gone not to be able to say, "If you keep doing that you're going to get your face splattered."

 

There was a lot of amusement in his beautiful eyes when he retorted, "I might like it all over my face."

 

I grinned at him. "Whatever turns you on, but I'd rather it wasn't wasted."

 

He looked puzzled. "Why would it be wasted?"

 

I winked at him. "It wouldn't be wasted up your bottom."

 

Ashton giggled. "It wouldn't fit, and anyway, it would probably kill me from what I've seen."

 

KILL ME!       

 

(Oh, my God! Yes, readers, even though I was in the middle of enjoying probably the sexiest moment of my life, I hadn't lost my marbles. Shit!!! I would imagine before whoever wrote Pederast for Dummies began the details, he/she would have had a warning about diseases, especially about HIV/AIDS. Why was that in my mind at that precise moment? HER! She was a virgin when we met, but she'd been fucked by at least one other bloke by the time we parted. Sex between us was non-existent for about four months before we separated, but I never really found out if Greg Tomkinson had been up her before we stopped doing it. So, even though almost a couple of years had passed, and even though I always wore a condom when I was with her, because I was completely ignorant about such things, there was a slight possibility that if Greg Tomkinson was carrying any diseases, then they could have been passed onto me. And right then, the boy I loved with all my heart and soul might have been messing with something that could have KILLED HIM! I could be a carrier. How did I know what I was, but I did know something... no way was my Ashton getting infected by me! No way! And that's why I changed tack completely and used Ashton's chatter to my advantage.)  

 

Pretending to be absent minded, I reached down and rubbed the top of my knob to remove the precum, and kept my hand there while we had the conversation. I smiled at Ashton, and asked, "And what has a young man like you seen may I ask?"

 

Ashton giggled. "I've got a computer."

 

"And you've been on the gay porn sites."

 

He giggled again. "Sometimes."

 

"And?"

 

More giggles. "I've seen what they do. It's amazing. Great big cocks right up each other, and sometimes they use their fists."

 

"And you don't like what you've seen?"

 

He shrugged his shoulders. "I like some of the stuff, and it's sexy if it isn't happening to you, but I don't think I want to do that at the moment."

 

(Good lad! His comments were my out. Had I not thought about Pederasty for Dummies, then it may have been that Ashton would have at least sucked me off. But no way was my semen going into him via any orifice until I was 100% sure that I was as clean as a whistle. But I was in a bit of a dilemma. I couldn't suddenly say to him that we should stop everything right there and then, because that would spoil everything between us. So, the only way forward was to get on with what we were doing and I would make sure that none of my semen got into him. But how? I had an idea that would work.)

 

I smiled at him. "Neither do I."

 

He looked puzzled. "But you just said you did. Why have you changed your mind?"

 

Another smile. "For two reasons. One because both of us are not ready for that, and two, because I'm never going to do anything that will hurt you." I winked at him. "But I do know a way we can do it that's similar."

 

He gave me a puzzled grin. "And what's that?"

 

I pulled a wry face at him. "You might not like it."

 

He pulled a face back at me. "I'll love it if it makes you feel nice. That's all I want to do now."

 

"Have you got anything to clean us up when it happens?"

 

Ashton grinned. Then he came from between my legs, reached over to the bedside cupboard, took out two folded, small hand-towels, and grinned when he said, "Will these do?"

 

I chuckled. "Looks like somebody has been making plans for all situations."

 

He licked his tongue out at me. "It was my idea. They don't know I did it." Then he grinned. "Didn't want to leave any tell-tale evidence for them to tease me about."

 

I smiled at him. "Good lad. Now shall we get on with it?"

 

"It?"

 

I nodded. "Sit on it with it between your bum cheeks. It will be just like doing it properly."

 

Ashton giggled, climbed back onto me, straddled my hips on his knees, positioned himself so he was in the right position, and then pulled his bum cheeks open as he settled onto my dick with my knob sticking out under his balls. Then he looked at me, and said, "Like this?"

 

I nodded. "Like that. Do you mind doing it like that?"

 

He shook his head. "No, it will be good. Will you do me at the same time?"

 

I reached down and took his dick between my fingers and began to wank him. He watched what I was doing for a moment, and then he began to move his bottom backwards and forwards, wanking me between his bum cheeks. At first we were smiling at each other, but as the feelings began to build, we became serious. For a first-timer, Ashton was doing a great job on me, working himself backwards and forwards, and looking at me for confirmation that I liked what he was doing. So I urged him on by whispering, "That's fantastic Ashton. That's wonderful!"

 

Ashton nodded. "Do me faster. Let's see if we can do it at the same time. Tell me when it's happening for you."

 

I nodded, and because I was not far away from my own climax, I began to really give his dick some stick, actually rolling his foreskin right off and on his swollen knob, and at the same time I was looking at his beautiful body and face. He really was sex on two legs to me. I began to match Ashton's rhythm, pushing my buttocks up from the bed to fuck his bum cheeks as he slid over my dick, and then I felt it happening. "Now!" I said to him, and he gurgled as the feelings surged through him just as my spunk shot from my dick up and over my body, some of it even landing on my face as it spurted from me.

 

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We were both wrapped in each other's arms and stifling our giggles when Wendy and Olga came to bed. We'd beaten them by about ten minutes: cleaned up, oodles of after-sex kisses, and were in the recovery mode. We waited until Ashton said we were safe because they were in their bedroom and it had an en-suite, and then we began to talk. I asked him, "Have you had enough now?"

 

He snuggled a bit closer. "Yes. Have you?"

 

I kissed his nose. "Yes. You were fantastic."

 

"So were you. But can we do it at your place next time. We won't have to be so quiet."

 

My mind was in overdrive. I intended going to the doctor's as soon as possible to make sure I was disease free, so I said to him, "Yes, but I'll only be able to do you."

 

"Why?"

 

I told him an outright lie, hoping he would have as much idea about these things as me, which was absolute zero. "My dad's got prostate cancer, so I've got to make an appointment to go to the doctor's tomorrow for a blood test. Then I have to go a week without sex before they do the second test."

 

Ashton hugged me really tight. "Is your dad going to be okay?"

 

"Yes. They caught it in the really early stages, so they expect him to make a complete recovery. Don't tell your mum or Olga any of this. I'd like to keep it private. Please."

 

"I won't." Then his voice sounded worried. "But what if you've got it?"

 

I shook my head. "I won't have it, I'm sure. It's purely an investigation. The doctor says the chances of me having it are almost zero, but they do check just to make sure. Anyway, that's the least of your worries."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

I chuckled softly into his face. "You won't be able to sit on me for a week."

 

Ashton chuckled back. "That's a shame. It was nice having your cock rubbing on my bum."

 

I giggled. "Did it touch there?"

 

"You mean my proper bottom?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Yes. It was nice. After you've had your blood test and you know you're okay, will you rub yours on it properly and make it come there?"

 

"Would you like that?"

 

"Yes. I like playing with my bum, do you?"

 

"Yes, I like playing with your bum."

 

Ashton giggled. "No, you dummy! I meant do you like playing with your own bum?"

 

I grinned. "I knew what you meant, you dummy, but I don't like playing with my own bum particularly. I'd much rather kiss yours."

 

"Kiss it!"

 

To emphasize what I was about to say, I reached down and grasped Ashton's gorgeous bum cheeks. "Yes. You've got a beautiful bottom and I've been dying to kiss it ever since you walked away from me after I'd pinched a crisp off you."

 

"What part do you want to kiss?"

 

I wormed my middle finger between his bum cheeks until I was touching his sphincter, tickled it for a moment, and said, "This part. It's lovely."

 

I expected Ashton to remove my finger, but he didn't. All he did say, was, "You'd better stop doing that."

 

"Why should I?"

 

"Because you're making me go hard again and you said you were getting tired."

 

I gave him a really naughty look. "I'm never too tired to play with this part of you. If I didn't think you'd squeal and your minder would come running in here to give me a beating, I'd push my finger inside."

 

Ashton buried his face in my neck and I heard a muffled giggle. Then a muffled, "You can if you want to, provided you do me again when they've gone to sleep."

 

I wasn't about to let that invitation pass, so I put my finger in my mouth, covered it with as much saliva as I could, reached around so I could pull his bum cheek open, and then pushed the hand with the saliva covered finger under his body, and felt for his sphincter again. Bingo! I was spot on without losing a drop of saliva, and working my finger end into a bottom that was pushing back at me was a doddle, and it slipped quite easily through the little muscle. When it was in, Ashton pushed against me again, so I wriggled my finger until it was almost all inside the tight, warm tunnel. He must have been enjoying it, because the next thing he did was get my other hand and put it onto his hard dick. When I began to wank him, he lifted his head, wrapped his arms around my neck, and planted his succulent lips firmly on mine. He obviously liked to be finger-fucked and wanked at the same time, because in no time his dick was pulsing again and the remnants of his boy juice spilled from him onto my belly while our tongues were playing havoc with each other.

 

His arms were in their normal position - around my neck - as we lay side by side while I was holding his lovely buttocks and pressing our bodies together as we kissed. I broke the kiss and whispered into his lips, "You're a sexy little bugger, you are."

 

He chuckled, and his breath warmed my face. "It was your fault. You shouldn't mess with my bum. Put your cock between my legs. It's sticking in my balls and we can't get close enough."

 

I let go of one bum cheek, got hold of my stiff dick, and when he lifted his leg, I slipped it between his thighs and tucked it up by his ballsac. When I returned my hand back to his buttock, I pressed us really close together, and asked, "Is that better?"

 

He wriggled his lower body against me. "Much better. My cock and balls are in their nest now."

 

"Nest?"

 

"Mmmmm. In your hairs. They're nice and soft and tickly. Was it nice being up my bum?"

 

"Was it nice me being up your bum?"

 

"Not fair. I asked first."

 

I gave him a peck on the lips. "It was lovely and warm up there, so yes, it was really nice. Now your turn."

 

Ashton giggled. "Yes. But your finger isn't the first thing that's been up there."

 

I pulled my head back so I could look properly into his face when I asked, "No? Then what has been up there before me?"

 

"A vibrator."

 

"And where did you get that from?"

 

"Where do you think?"

 

I knew immediately what he meant. So I grinned, and said, "Let's not go there, eh! I'll buy you a new one if you don't want my dick up you."

 

Ashton chuckled again. "I didn't say I didn't want it up me. I said I didn't want it up me at the moment. It would probably hurt too much, so you can use your finger or that new vibrator when you get me one. Make sure you get plenty of lubricant, and don't make it too big."

 

"I won't. A bit at a time eh?" I licked my tongue out at him and then put it back. "Would you like that up you?"

 

Ashton's face was serious for a moment, and then his voice was soft when he said, "Yes. But only if you want to. I wouldn't make you do it."

 

"But you would like it?"

 

"Yes. I think about you doing it when I'm doing myself and I'm pretending you're in bed with me."

 

I smiled at him. "That's what I think about too."

 

Ashton gave me a naughty look. "What else do you think about doing to me?"

 

"I think about doing that, and sucking you, and fucking you. But that's just when I feel I want sex with you. The rest of the time I just think about loving you. That was my very first thought when I saw you. I looked at the beautiful boy coming home from school, and the first thought that crossed my mind was that I would be in heaven if I had a boy like him to love."

 

Ashton snuggled closer. "That's what I wanted as well. Well... sort of. I didn't think I'd ever have a man who would love me even though I wanted that more than anything else in the world."

 

"Do you miss your dad?"

 

"Yes. But I wouldn't do this with my dad."

 

I'd been right, Ashton was starved of male affection, and I was filling that hole for him. I didn't mind. In fact I was over the moon that I was. I loved this boy, and part of me loved him because he was a just a boy and not a sexual object; a boy who then becomes a young man with the world at his fingertips providing he's had a firm base on which to build his life. I didn't know the circumstances of why the break-up had happened, but I did know that none of it would have been Ashton's fault. He was a casualty of grown-up relationships, and if I could help create a partial base on which to build the rest of his life, then there was nothing that I wouldn't do to achieve that. Nothing! And that's why I said to Ashton, "I don't want to stop having sex with you, but will you let me give you lots of that kind of love as well?"

 

Tears... lots of them... going on for ages and ages and all I could do was hold the boy I loved in my arms to try and take away some of the hurt. Even the pillows were soaked by his despair, but I didn't say anything else until the deep, soulful sobs had receded and only the remnants of his feelings came out with the occasional stifled sob. When I was sure it was all over, I used the duvet to wipe his face, lifted us both up and turned the pillows over, and then lay us both back on the bed again. Only then did I say anything. I smiled at him, wiped the damp hair from his brow, and said, "I love you Ashton. Whatever you want, I'm here for you."

 

Ashton tried to smile, let out another inner sob, and said, "Thank you. I'm sorry I spoiled things."

 

I lifted his chin in my hand and kissed him softly on the lips. "You haven't spoiled things... you've made them better. You're not the only one who needs love, you know. I've been searching for an `Ashton' all my life, but I never thought I'd find one. I got married to hide away from the world, and look what that did to me. If I hadn't found you to love me then I would have grown old as a lonely man. Even if you decide you don't love me anymore, that won't take away what I have. I'll never be lonely again. No matter how old I am, I'll always love you. So it seems we need each other. Okay?"

 

Ashton stroked my cheek with his fingers. "Okay. I love my crisp thief ten times more now than I did before. I thought I was the only one who could be so unhappy."

 

I smiled into his eyes. "No Ashton, you're not the only one. The whole world is filled with unhappy people. Maybe we're the lucky ones now we've found each other... eh?"

 

He nodded. "Yes, but we'll still have lots of sex, won't we?"

 

I giggled. "That's the other part of us. We can love each other because we love each other, and we can fuck like lovers."

 

Ashton chuckled. "You can't fuck me yet. Your cock's too big."

 

"I'll go to the sex shop and see if I can buy something to stretch you."

 

"A butt plug? Anal beads?"

 

I decided there was enough fun now between us that I could tease him, so I said, "What are those?"

 

Belly chuckles from Ashton then. "You're a proper dummy, aren't you?!"

 

"You've seen my phone."

 

Ashton stifled his laughter. "It's an antique."

 

"A bit like me then... somebody who wouldn't know what to do with a butt plug or anal beads."

 

"You shove a butt plug up your arse until your hole is stretched."

 

"I see. And what about the bloody anal beads?"

 

Ashton giggled. "I'm not really sure if they're for stretching or for stimulation. They're on a string. The first one is a tiny one which you push in first, and the last one is massive. And there's loads of others in between that you shove up in various stages."

 

I put on a serious face. "So, let me get this right. Once I've got the last one inside you, then I can fuck you?"

 

Another giggle. "Not really. From what I've seen, the last one is twice as thick as your cock, so you only need to get half of them inside me."

 

"That's daft! Why don't they make them so you buy them in different sizes? I measure the thickness of my dick; you buy a string of beads so the last one is as thick as my dick, and when I've managed to get that inside you with no problem, then we know we can do it okay?"

 

"I don't know. You're the toolmaker, not me."

 

And because Ashton's last comment had us giggling so much, that's when the chat on sexual aids ended. But it wasn't the end of our night. Ashton decided he was hungry. So, while he went downstairs to raid the fridge, I crept silently to the bathroom along the upstairs landing and had a piss. Afterwards, at almost two in the morning, we sat up in bed eating two large bowls of leftover apple pie and cream. But if you think that was the end of our night, then you would be wrong. Pederasty for Dummies: chapter 17; subsection 12. Pubescent boys' hormones are raging when they're fifteen and half, so don't be surprised if they insist on having their dicks sucked before they go to sleep.

 

So, at exactly twenty minutes past two on that Monday morning, my beautiful Ashton lay on his back for a second time that night, and with the distinct taste of apple pie and cream in my mouth, I sucked him off. But the second time of sucking him off lasted longer than the first time I did it. Why was that? Because I'm a sneaky bugger...LOL. When I was lying between Ashton's open legs and was sucking his balls, I allowed my tongue to go a little lower... onto his perineum actually. While I was doing it, Ashton drew his legs up until his knees were folded. Voila! More of him was presented to me, and when he didn't object when I put a hand behind one knee to push it higher, he lifted both knees up so they were on his chest, and there, looking more delicious than the apple pie and cream we'd just eaten, was a beautiful pink puckered anus that looked terribly inviting. In fact it was so magnetic that it drew my tongue right into it, and I spent a good ten minutes licking and sucking and kissing that delicious morsel until my tongue was aching. Only then did I go back to the main task at hand and finish the job, and even though Ashton had climaxed three times that night, he'd saved up just a bit of watery semen to wet my throat. Not that it was dry. A boy's dick is a smashing thing to produce plenty of saliva when it's banging at your tonsils.

 

But rimming a boy has one drawback. You have to clean your teeth afterwards to be decent, so again I crept along the upstairs landing to the bathroom. This time I had company. Ashton came with me, and he couldn't stop giggling when he was pissing into the toilet while I was scrubbing my teeth like a lunatic.

 

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Spooning they call it, and it has to be one of the most beautiful things ever invented by humans, especially when the creature spooned into you is holding your hand onto his soft dick and your own soft dick is nestled between silky thighs. But it's even nicer when the head of the boy you love is level with your chin and you can smell his shampoo as you drift off to sleep. And that's what I did on the most eventful day of my life up to then. Pederasty for Dummies! Pfft! Just one night with Ashton and I could add a chapter or two.

 

To be continued... 

 

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