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Anthony Alboran's story - Pederasty for Dummies.

 

Written by John Teller.

 

Part four.

 

There were quite a few people waiting in the doctor's surgery. Well, there wasn't just one doctor... this was a doctors practice where they had about six doctors. If you wanted to see a particular one, then you would have to make an appointment to see him or her, but if you were in a hurry - as I was - then you just turn up and take pot luck which one you get to see. I was nervous before I went, but I was even more nervous when I saw who was on duty... Dr Salt. She was almost at retirement age and one of those that nobody ever went to if they needed a club note to pinch a bit of time off work. She was unaffectionately known as The Dragon. I looked at the number on the card they had given me: 46. The same number as Ashton's `Fiddler's Elbow'. An omen? Good or bad? I had no idea, but I was hoping against hope that I'd get Dr McDonald, a chap who I thought was young enough to understand about sexual diseases. The buzzer went, and on the orange screen on the wall in front of us, number 28 came up to go to surgery 4. I did a quick calculation. There were four doctors on duty; each appointment took about five minutes; there were another seventeen patients to be seen before me, so it meant I had about twenty minutes before it was my turn. Plenty of time to think.

 

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Think. 

It was half past eight when Olga knocked on the bedroom door and shouted, "Are you two awake yet?"

 

We weren't, but we were after she'd woken us up. I was terrified she might walk in. Our situation was not the ideal one to be caught in. During the night, spooning had turned into a melee, and Ashton was facing me with his arms and legs all over me. And to make it worse, the duvet had slipped down almost to my bottom. As soon as I heard Olga yell, I drew the duvet up quickly and prayed she wouldn't come in. She didn't. She'd woken Ashton up as well as me, but he didn't panic. He just yelled, "We are now. What's up?"

 

"Me and your mum are off to work. Get your own breakfast unless you want me to bring it in to you."

 

"No! Bugger off Olga! We'll get our own."

 

I could hear the amusement in her voice when she said, "Suit yourself. I expect you two will be tired. No need to get up yet."

 

Ashton grinned at me through sleepy eyes, and then yelled back, "Just bugger off! We'll see you later."

 

"Okay. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Ta ta."

 

When we'd stopped giggling, I looked at Ashton, and said, "I nearly shit myself. I thought she was coming in."

 

Ashton chuckled. "She wouldn't dare. I'd have killed her if she had. Did you sleep alright?"

 

I smiled at him. "Not really. It was like sleeping with a tiger. I think I'm black and blue all over."

 

He growled like a tiger; I laughed, and then we came together.

 

Waking up in bed with a delicious, succulent fifteen and a half year old boy is something not for the faint hearted. For a start, you have to be ready to soothe their raging passions. Despite the mauling I'd given to Ashton's dick before we went to sleep, he was ready and willing for more. In fact he was in a demanding mood now all inhibitions were gone and his mum and her partner had gone to work and we were alone. Well, after we'd both been to have a piss that is. The first time happened in the bathroom. No sooner had he shaken the last drops of pee from his hard dick than he grabbed me and took up his normal position of kissing me while his arms were locked around my neck. I was hard, too, so it was a bit awkward to press our bodies close together while I was clasping his soft orbs. But we managed it, and after a few moments of passionate kissing, I slid down his body and slipped his dick into my mouth. Legs apart; his hands behind my head; he used me until his climax erupted with a series of bashes to my face. When I went back up to him, still savouring his boy juice, he pulled a face at me, and said, "It's not fair. Get off to the doctor's so I can do you!"

 

I grinned at him. "I'll make an appointment this morning. What now?"

 

He grinned. "Shall we have a shower together?"

 

That was good fun. We giggled our way through all of it, and because I was feeling really randy, I had to turn the water to cold before he had a chance to carry out his threat that he would suck me off if I didn't stop putting a soapy finger up his bottom. Washed, brushed, teeth cleaned, but still naked, we went back to the bedroom. That's when I had to do it a second time, but that was pretty special. Because he'd just bathed thoroughly, he knelt on the bed in the doggy position with his bottom wide open, and said, "Now you can fuck me."

 

I laughed, gave it a hard slap, and then didn't waste the opportunity, one that he really wanted when he said I could fuck him but knew I couldn't because of the lie I'd told him. I could have murdered Her and Greg Tomkinson then, because I really did want to get my dick inside that beautiful, pink, puckered morsel. But I sufficed by giving it as much love as I could until I managed to wank him off with a hand between his legs while I was chewing on his gorgeous sphinter, and because my tongue was inside him when he came, I experienced the fantastic sensations of having my tongue crushed by the contractions of that wonderful muscle when the feelings surged through him again.

 

Then we got dressed and had breakfast, and all the time we were doing it, Ashton couldn't stop giggling because I was cursing about the blood test and how it was robbing me of fucking his delicious arse. But it was lovely when we'd finished our cereal and he looked at me from across the table. He reached out a hand; I took it, and he said, seriously, "I'll make it up to you when you can do it... I promise."

 

I smiled at him. "Its okay. Just looking at you is more than good enough for me."

 

He nodded. "You can look at me all week. We're both on holiday now. Shall we go to your house?"

 

I thought for a moment. "No. Not today. I'll go and sort the doctor's out and then I have to go and see my parents today. Its mum's birthday and I have to go. How about I sort all this stuff and then you can come to my house tomorrow?"

 

He looked puzzled. "That's not fair! I won't see you for a whole day!"

 

I pressed his fingers. "You can have a rest and save your stuff up for me."

 

"I don't need a rest! I can do it anytime!"

 

I chuckled. "I've already worked that out. You're like a bloody rabbit. For once, can we do it my way today, and I promise after that you can have your own way every day."

 

"Every day?!"

 

I nodded. "Every day. I promise. I'll tell you what. Today, while you're on your own, work out what we can do over the holidays." Then, after a little thought, I added, "But I'm not loaded, so don't make it too expensive, will you?"

 

Ashton giggled. "It will cost you nothing. We'll spend it in your bed."

 

I laughed. "Whatever... just sort things and let me know tonight when you phone me about what we're going to do."

 

Ashton pulled a face. "Okay. Do you want to phone the doctors from here?"

 

"No. I'll do it when I get home." I checked my watch. It was ten-thirty. "I'd better be going. Are you going to see me out?"

 

"How are you getting home?"

 

"I'll walk. That's if my legs will carry me. You've knackered me up."

 

Ashton giggled. "I'll see you out then."

 

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The board flashed. Number 46 to to surgery 3. My heart sank. Who would I be seeing?

 

I could have wept when I opened the door and The Dragon said, "Come on in Anthony. Take a seat."

 

So I did, while she sat typing something into her computer without looking at me. That was good... it gave me a bit more time to rehearse my lines, and when she finished typing and looked questioningly at me, I smiled at her, and said, "It's a bit delicate, Dr Salt. I'm not sure if my background is on your computer because I haven't been here for years, but I was divorced more than a year ago and I've now found someone else. (She sat listening patiently.) The problem is that my ex-wife was seeing somebody else while I was married. That's why we divorced. Although I haven't been ill or anything, what I'm worried about is sexual diseases. It never crossed my mind until I met Wendy, but now I'm seeing her, the thought came into my mind... what if the man who was seeing my wife wasn't clean? If you know what I mean."

 

I was amazed. The Dragon turned into a pussy cat. "I understand. What a clever young man you are. I wish all my patients were like you." She picked up her pen, opened a drawer and took out a blood form with plastic envelopes on it, and began to write. When she'd done, she said, "Take that to Sister and she'll take a blood sample. You'll know in about a week." I think she saw the disappointment on my face, and I knew she was thinking that I was impatient to fuck `Wendy', so she added, "You'd like to know sooner?"

 

I nodded. "If it's possible?"

 

She smiled. "I don't do this for everyone, and we normally charge fifty pounds to do it, but because you're not one of the wastrels who clog up the surgery every week, I'll have it done a different way. (She wrote something else on the blood form.) Ring Sister about this time tomorrow and you'll know you're clear then. You didn't have any flu-like symptoms while this other man was sleeping with your wife, did you?"

 

I shook my head. "No. Healthwise, I'm absolutely fine, but I'm completely ignorant about these things."

 

She gave me a lovely smile. "It's been so long since you had intercourse... (I nodded because her statement was also a question) that I'd bet my house that you're fine. Don't you worry about it. Off you go now Anthony, and good luck."

 

I got up. "Thank you doctor."

 

She smiled; I smiled, and went to have my blood taken.

 

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It was mum's birthday, and I did go and see her and dad. They lived about four miles from me, and I had to catch two buses to get there after I'd bought her some flowers and a large box of Thornton's Chocolates. I didn't see my parents too often, but we did have a good relationship, as did my two sisters, who are both older than me. We were one of those families who spoke quite often on the phone, but we didn't live on each other's doorsteps, if you know what I mean. Mum and dad had done their job (and done it well) of bringing up three kids, and they were enjoying the fruits of their marriage. They had three kids who loved them and who were always there if needed... which wasn't often because they were pretty much self-contained and happy with each other. But I'd never told them that I was gay. We weren't that kind of family.

 

I had a pleasant day at my parents' place, and I got to see my two sisters and their families, but I was restless throughout the day. Why? I was missing Ashton. And Ashton was missing me. I had three texts from him during the day: Missing you – Missing you even more – Feel lost without you. That made me worse. I sent him the same brief reply to all three: Me too. His last text was: What time will you be home so I can ring you? I texted back: About nine. And when I was on the bus on the way back home, I was impatient because I needed to talk to him again. I'd be a liar if I said sex didn't come into it, but it was more than that. Because by now I was hopelessly in love with him, Ashton was filling my thoughts all the time. And love is a strange creature... isn't it?  It makes you do things you wouldn't normally do, and in my case it had even taken me to a point where I was prepared to break the law. Whether the law was an ass or not, it was against the law to have sex with someone under the age of sixteen, and even though I was a normal, law-abiding citizen in most regards, where Ashton was concerned, I was prepared to cast my principles to the wind. Because I loved him. It was that simple. I loved him... therefore... nothing else mattered. Maybe it was because I wasn't as strong as some people, but I was thinking that I would hate to be one of those who would live a miserable life simply to conform to the norm. Happiness is a beautiful state of mind, and even though I knew what I was doing was wrong in the eyes of the law in the UK, I was crazily happy that I was deeply in love with a fifteen and a half year old, and that state of mind was purely and simply because my own affections were mirrored in the boy I loved. Crazy... and I would hate to be a schoolteacher.

 

But there was one beautiful, crazy thing that happened to me while I was at my parents... I had a call on my mobile from the doctors.

 

It was almost six-thirty, just as mum and my sisters were preparing the table for the birthday dinner. My mobile phone rang and I looked to see who was calling. I fully expected it to be Ashton, but it wasn't. It was an unknown number. (Because I rarely visited the doctors, I hadn't saved their number. Why should I? I would have used the landline for that.) Anyway, I saw the number, knew it wasn't Ashton's, went into the hall, and answered, "Hello. Who's calling?"

 

"Is that Mr Alboran?" asked a lady's voice.

 

"Yes."

 

"Hello Mr Alboran. This is Dr Salt's secretary from the doctor's surgery calling." My heart sank like a stone. It's what happens, isn't it? You always think the worst. Why would they be calling me unless it was bad news? So with my heart in my shoes I waited for the inevitable tale of doom as she continued, "Anthony... we've just had the results from your blood test and Dr Salt asked me to give you a call rather than you waiting for tomorrow when we would usually contact people after an expedited test. Your tests are negative."

 

Negative from being good... or negative from being bad? Her comment meant nothing to me, so I asked, "Does that mean I'm okay or does it mean I'm in trouble?"

 

I could tell by her little chuckle that I was fine before she said, "Nothing at all for you to worry about. The test shows that you're absolutely clear of HIV/AIDS."

 

I was almost crying with relief when I said very quietly so nobody could hear me, "Thank you for calling. That's great news. Will you pass on my very grateful thanks to Dr Salt for everything please? I really do appreciate it."

 

"I'll do that Anthony. Goodnight."

 

"Goodnight."

 

Good night! Even my family asked if I'd won the Lotto after that call. I hadn't realised how much it had been weighing on me all day, but it was obvious to them that something was good. I got out of it by telling them that Pete Conway was selling me his JRC fishing bivvy tent for forty quid including sleeping bag. (He'd actually done just that the week previously, so I wasn't telling an outright lie.) Two hundred quids worth and more for just forty quid. They knew how much I loved my fishing, so the white lie was received with a "Well done" from mum. Anyway, apart from missing Ashton like mad, I really enjoyed the rest of the evening.    

 

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I could have cried. I got off the bus at nine, walked the few yards to Stanier Street, began to walk along it to my terraced house, and saw Ashton sitting on the front wall of the tiny forecourt to the house I rented, holding a small, overnight bag on his lap. He smiled at me; I smiled at him; I opened the door, and we went in. I closed the door and Ashton was in my arms sharing a spontaneous outburst of mutual affection. We just couldn't let go of each other.

 

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Sex is love? Love is sex? God knows. It's a chicken and egg situation I thought as Ashton sat on my knee on the small sofa in my front room.

 

He'd collapsed willingly when I pushed him onto it when I needed him, even though not one single word passed between us before it happened. Together we worked his chinos and briefs down to his knees so I could get at that I was desperate for; that he was forcing upon me. Yes, he was forcing it upon me, just as much as I was taking him. It was mutual, desperately needed, sex. My left hand was under him, lifting him up with a finger forced inside him; my right hand grasped firmly around his hardness and pummelling like crazy, with the rest of his dick (foreskin pushed right back) in my mouth while I was doing all sorts of things to it to create the ultimate moment of our passions, and I was as excited as Ashton when his semen flooded my mouth. I drank it greedily; licked up every drop that continued to ooze from his slit as I squeezed it, and only then did we both collapse after the frenzy of our sexual loving was over.

 

At first I just laid my head sideways on his deflating dick and rested it there, enjoying the closeness and warmth and softness of loving that very precious part of him while he stroked the hair on my head, but after a while, I lifted my head and looked up at him. There was no amusement in his face. Nor mine. We just gave each other forced smiles. I think we were both shocked at what had happened. Probably more than shocked. I think we were both beginning to realise the enormity of what it was like to love somebody completely. I know I was.

 

Then the first words. Ashton smiled through the tears that were slipping from his beautiful eyes when he whispered, "I'm sorry. I just needed you."

 

That's when I got up and sat on the sofa and dragged him (still with his chinos down to his knees) onto my lap and hugged him really tight. "No need to be sorry. You didn't do a single thing I didn't want more than anything in the world."

 

He snuggled his head closer and whispered, "I love you so much that I can't think straight."

 

I tried to take the seriousness out of the situation by taking hold of his soft dick and squeezing it when I said, "This thing has a mind of its own."

 

Ashton sniggered. "I know." Then he said something really beautiful. "But don't blame him for everything. This is what I needed too, but I couldn't have this until that was out of the way. Do you think I'm nuts?"

 

I smiled and kissed his cheek. "No, you're not nuts. I'm beginning to think you're as mad as me."

 

Aston giggled. "Mad?"

 

"Uhuh. I'm madly in love with you. I've not stopped thinking about you since I left you this morning."

 

"Were you thinking about what we've just done?"

 

"No. I was thinking about you. Just you... and how beautiful and wonderful you are." I gave him a bit of a grin, and squeezed his dick. "This did pop into my mind occasionally."   

 

Ashton grinned. "I was the same, but I was hoping you hadn't forgotten him. He's the one getting us into trouble, isn't he?" Then Ashton was serious when he said, "What are we going to do Tony?"

 

I stared into his eyes. "I don't know. I just hope it gets easier as we go along."

 

"Easier?"

 

I nodded. "It hurts when I'm away from you."

 

Ashton grabbed my head and kissed me properly, and then broke the kiss and said to me, "Pass me my bag."

 

"What do you want that for?"

 

Ashton glared at me. "Give me my bag!" I wasn't going to argue with that command, reached down and picked it up and gave it to him. He unzipped it and took out his Ipad. (I'd seen it before at his house when he told me that Olga had queued for hours to make sure he got one. The latest technology; and it had cost a fortune in my money: over £400!) He switched it on and fiddled about with it, and then looked at me right in the eyes when he said, "We're the same. I've been crying all day thinking about you. That's why I'm here. I didn't hear mum come in after work, and when she caught me playing this and crying my eyes out she told me I'd got to go to you because you'd probably be the same as me. Hold me tight Tony. Please!"

 

I did, and Ashton pressed whatever to make the Ipad play Love Hurts.

 

Love hurts. God, I never knew how much it did until Nazareth sang that song as we clung to each other in spasms of loving grief. Yes, I can't describe our feelings in any other way other than loving grief. My heart was actually breaking while I held MY BOY as we cried and kissed like crazy all the way through it, and only when the song had ended did we manage to come down from the dizzy heights of requited love... the type that can really drive you crazy, and it had very little to do with sex. This was love, the craziest, most beautiful, most hurtful of all emotions when you're really afflicted.

 

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We were both naked on my bed... Ashton lying on top of me with his legs splayed so my hard dick was nestling against the crevice of his bum. That's when I decided to tell him. He was holding my head and kissing my eyes when I said, "Ashton... will you forgive me for telling you lies?"

 

He stopped kissing me and looked seriously into my face. "What lies?"

 

I played with his full bottom lip with my fingers and couldn't look into his eyes when I said, "Last night, when I told you I'd got to go to the doctors for a blood test because my dad had prostate cancer. He hasn't. I had to go to the doctors for something else."

 

Not only was Ashton's face puzzled, I could also see anger in his eyes when he asked, "Then what did you go for?"

 

"I wanted to make sure I didn't have HIV/AIDS so I couldn't pass it on to you."

 

More anger than puzzlement in his eyes then when he said, "You told me you hadn't been with anybody else!"

 

"I haven't. Well, not with another boy, but I was married once you know."

 

"Did your wife have it?"

 

"It's complicated. You don't know the whole story. I've told you that my wife left me for another man. Well, just as we were making love last night, it hit me between the eyes. My wife was a virgin when I met her, and as far as I know, until the other bloke came along she'd been faithful to me. We didn't have sex for about four months before we broke up, and I thought they might have been messing about during those four months. Then it came into my mind last night that suppose she had been at it longer than that? Suppose he'd been fucking her while I still was. Do you understand?"

 

Ashton shook an angry and puzzled head. "No! I don't understand. Has he got AIDS?"

 

I shrugged my shoulders. "Probably not, but I couldn't be sure. That's why I told you lies. I had to make something up just to make sure you couldn't be contaminated by me. That's why I wouldn't let any of my semen get anywhere near where it could harm you."

 

Now just puzzlement. "I still don't understand. It's so long since you were married that you would have shown the symptoms if you had it, wouldn't you?"

 

I sighed. "Ashton, I might be twenty-seven, but I really am an ignorant sod when it comes to these things. For all I know not everybody might get the disease and could just be a carrier. I just didn't know. All I did know last night that I wasn't prepared to take a chance on anything where you're concerned. I had to be one hundred percent sure that I wasn't infected before I could do things with you that might cause you to catch anything."

 

"So it will be a week before you know anything?"

 

"No. I know now. When I went to the doctors this morning, the doctor said she'd get the test done immediately. I was supposed to ring up tomorrow, but they rang me while I was at my parents."

 

"And?"

 

Tears were rolling from my eyes when I said, "I'm completely clear. I just had to be sure. I'm sorry."

 

"You don't have it?!"

 

"No. You're completely safe, and that's all I care about."

 

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It took us a good half hour to get over that, and both of us were drained with crying so much. Then the atmosphere changed completely when Ashton kissed me and said, "So we can do absolutely anything now?"

 

"Anything you want."

 

"And you won't stop me?"

 

"Not if it's what you want. Why?"

 

Boys, eh! It's like when they're ill. They go down like a ton of bricks with whatever; you spend twenty-four hours worrying yourself sick about them, and the moment the twenty-four hours are up, they're bouncing about like a bloody kangaroo while you're still worried to death about them. And that's exactly how it was with Ashton that day. I was still in a state of semi-shock with the emotions that had reduced us both to jellies, when he suddenly pushed me onto my back and disappeared down the bed. I looked down at the evil grin he had on his face as he took hold of my dick that hadn't had time to swell, and began wanking me off as he lay between my now spread legs. As my dick swelled to its full length, he grinned and pulled my foreskin right back.

 

He began by kissing it gently, and then he began to lick it, never once taking his amused eyes off mine while he was doing it. Occasionally he'd open his mouth and go down on it as far as he could, and then draw off and allow his saliva to drip onto me. Then he began to lick underneath it, at the sensitive nerves where the foreskin is fastened, which caused me to grit my teeth and inhale sharply. He could see what he was doing to me, and when he saw it was driving me crazy, he left off and did something else like licking along its entire length before popping it into his mouth again. He was teasing me... paying me back Ashton Style. I'd made him suffer... now it was his turn. The sadistic, beautiful little bastard! After the fourth time of taking me right to the edge and leaving me to do something he knew would bring me back down again, I looked pleadingly into his beautiful face, and said, "Sorry." He smiled; a knowing smile that told me that he knew that I knew exactly why he was doing this, and then he took my dick in his mouth, and while he was pumping at my swollen shaft with both hands, he sucked on my knob until there was no return.

 

I knew how much I was pumping out. I was twenty-seven, at the peak of my manhood, and at the time of my life when I could produce the most amount of semen. Although I couldn't see it, the force of my ejaculation was a powerful one, and I knew jets of semen were entering his mouth. But very little escaped. As fast as I could produce it, he would almost pull off and swallow it. And then he went back to do the same again until he was sure I was completely empty. Then, with an evil grin on his face, he continued licking my knob like a dog with a juicy bone until I had to reach down and stop him because it was becoming painful. Afterwards, he got to his knees on his haunches between my legs and stared at me with a triumphant smile on his face. He cocked his head to one side, and said, "Don't tell me lies again."

 

I still hadn't got over the emotional stuff completely, and there were tears in my eyes when I said, "I won't. I promise."

 

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We lay together for quite a while afterwards, saying very little, but thinking a lot while we loved each other gently by caressing each other's bodies and occasionally sharing soft kisses. Amongst my thoughts was one that told me our sexual loving was not over. Ashton had only done it the once: when I sucked him off the moment we got in the house. He would want more sex, but it would come when he was ready for it. Actually, so did I. I was blessed with a good libido, something that She often commented on. Despite being gay, when I was getting my end away with her, whether  it would be down her throat, up her arse (which She actually liked), or fucking her properly, I could go for ages and she would always be satisfied when we'd fucked. Not long after we first got married, I fucked her for a whole night. I came four times during that session, but I was enjoying raw sex so much that climaxing wasn't the be all and end all of what I was doing. My fantasies had a lot to do with it. I'd seen a lad of seventeen when we'd been fishing who had turned me on big style, and I spent most of that night fucking him. But I didn't need fantasies when I was lying with Ashton. In my arms was the most beautiful, sexiest creature I had ever known, and I knew it would be only so long before he wanted more sex. But I was in no hurry. Why hurry when the boy in your arms is the love of your life? Just exchanging breaths and saliva was a mind blowing experience. So I waited until he was ready, sure in the knowledge that sexual things were in his thoughts too.

 

I knew he was ready when one of our kisses became more passionate. Passion turned to lust, and then he was straddling my chest, rubbing his swollen dick on my lips. I pushed him away, covered the middle finger of my right hand with oodles of saliva, and then allowed him to push his dick into my mouth while I was inserting my finger as far into him as it would go as he fell forward so his upper body was above my head and he was resting his head on the pillows while I concentrated on what I was doing. Ashton surprised me. I expected him to bash away at me, but he didn't. He just lay there enjoying the sensations I was giving him, which gave me time to experiment.

 

I'd heard about prostate stimulation, but I needed Pederasty for Dummies to be any good at it. But I didn't have that tome to hand, so it was make do and mend. But I had a problem. A woman produces her own juices when you're inside, but males are not made that way. After a while, Ashton's insides were clinging to my finger. I needed to make it more comfortable for him, so I had an idea. I remembered something She had left behind and which I'd never thrown away. But would it be out of date?

 

Slowly, I pulled my finger out of Ashton's bum, and after I'd slipped his dick out of my mouth, I said, "I've got something in the bathroom that will make things a bit easier up your bum. Stay right there until I get it."

 

I head Ashton murmur, "I was enjoying that. Don't be long."

 

I slid out from between his legs, gave his cute bottom a delicate pat, and went to the bathroom. It was in the cabinet. Actually, there were two tubes of KY Gel that she used when I was giving it her up the arse. One was opened, so I discarded that, but one was unopened. Purrrfect!

 

"That's cold!" said Ashton when I sat on the bed and applied some KY to his sphincter. "What is it?"

 

I chuckled. "Ice cream."

 

He turned his head and looked at me. "Ice cream! You're not using ice cream! What flavor is it?"

 

I chuckled again. "Raspberry ripple. I like raspberry ripple."

 

Ashton's body shook as he was giggling and I inserted a finger. He stopped chuckling when it slid in to its full length, and then he surprised me when he said, "Push two fingers up me."

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Yes. Try it."

 

So I pulled the finger out of him and worked my index and middle finger into him slowly. "Tell me if it's hurting." He made no comment as I slid them right in until they would go no further, so I assumed all was well, and I didn't pull them out when I got between his legs again and put his dick in my mouth. Once again Ashton was quiet and compliant, and he made no attempt to force a climax while I used my mouth and tongue and fingers to give him pleasure. But I knew he was enjoying it by the sexy noises he was making. But fifteen and a half year old boys only have so much tolerance to stimulation, and he took me by surprise when he squealed and pushed his dick into my mouth as he reached his throbbing climax and spurted a small dose of his boy juice into my throat.

 

Then his mobile phone rang. Immediately, he got off me, lay across my body as he rooted in his crumpled chinos by the side of the bed, took his phone out of a pocket, and began to talk to his mum. It was lovely. While I savoured the flavour of his boy semen, I stroked the gorgeous creature sprawled across me as I examined every centimetre of the back of what he was.

 

I'd dropped on perfection. Although he was small for his age, he was proportionately perfect in every department. Because I was in the middle of the bed, his dick was by my dick and his head was by the edge of the bed as we lay at right-angles to each other. Both his hands were being used to either hold his phone or prop his chin up as he chatted, which meant that he was shaped like a porpoise as he lay across me. So I laid a flat hand on him, and starting from his shoulders, I went down the curve of his back into the valley that was his waist, and from there over the beautiful, soft, yielding buttocks that were raised up high because I was underneath him at that point. Each delicious orb was a proper handful, so I used both hands to feel those. And then down the back of his thighs to the back of his knees, and up again onto his thighs, slipping the ends of my fingers between then to caress the most amorphous part of a boy. And while I was doing this, he chatted away as if he was on the bus while I enjoyed my tactile exploration of his lusciousness.

 

I chuckled at some of the things he was saying. Yes mum, we've had some supper. Yes, he was pleased to see me. Yes, I've asked him and he says I can stay here tonight. It's a nice house. He keeps it tidy. No... there are two toilets... a small one downstairs and one in the bathroom upstairs that was part of the new extension that's been built on the back of the house. No parking space. (He giggled.) He can't drive anyway. Downstairs is two rooms knocked into one. A bit like our house but smaller, but there's a separate kitchen. Yes, we're in the lounge now. He's making coffee. We haven't decided what we're doing tomorrow yet. Yes, we'll come home tomorrow night for dinner with you and Olga. Dunno, but we'll be there for seven. Okay mum. See you tomorrow. Tell Olga to behave when we come or I'll be moving out permanently. (More giggles.) Only kidding mum. Love you. Goodnight. When the call was over, he turned over and said, "Now do my front." I couldn't miss his dick being at full attention even though it was only a few minutes ago that I'd sucked him off. Boys... eh!

 

While I was stroking the front of his body, I quipped, "Is this what you call coffee?"

 

He giggled. "I couldn't very well tell mum you were playing with my arse, could I?"

 

I giggled. "You seemed to be enjoying it. But shall we have a coffee and a bite to eat before bedtime?"

 

"I thought this was bedtime."

 

"No... this is sex time."

 

He giggled again. "Same thing when I'm with you. Okay, let's have a drink and some supper. But it's not over, is it?"

 

"Is what over?"

 

"Sex."

 

"Are you feeling randy?"

 

"I always feel randy when I'm with you. You shouldn't be such a sexy bugger. I knew you were a sexy sod the moment I first saw you."

 

"And how did you know that?"

 

"I saw the way you were looking at me."

 

"And what way was I looking at you?"

 

"Your tongue was hanging out."

 

I began to laugh... Ashton began to laugh, and then he rolled over and came into my arms whilst lying flat on top of me. I looked into his eyes, plucked his lower lip with my teeth, and then said, "Coffee time."

 

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Coffee time was over and at one o'clock in the morning we went to bed again, but not until after bathtime, and not once did we have real sex during it. But I'll tell you about that in the next part. Be prepared, because some things might shock you. They did me. It was completely beyond the scope of Pederasty for Dummies.

 

To be continued... 

 

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