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Anthony Alboran's story – Crisp Buddies.

 

Written by John Teller.

 

Part five.

 

When we were both in the bath, it was so full that water was draining through the overflow. Ashton insisted we have a bath rather than a shower. I want a proper cuddle, he had said. So I filled the bath while he was downstairs taking a dump. (I'd had one just before I left mum's, so I was fine that way.) I added some bubble-bath, and when he got back, he giggled at what I'd done. I got in first, and then Ashton got in and lay back into me, still giggling because I'd overdone it with the bubble-bath and some were running over the sides. For a while I teased him by creating mountains of bubbles, which I then brought along the top of the water until they completely covered his face. He turned his bubble covered face up at me and blew them into my face. We both laughed, and then we kissed gently. Then, to stop me doing it again, he grabbed my hand and pushed it down into the water onto his hard dick with the comment, "If you want to play with something, play with that."

 

I giggled, and stroked it between my fingers and fondled his soft ballsac. "Is that better?" I asked him.

 

"Much better. This is really nice. We'll do it lots of times. Are you comfortable?"

 

Was I comfortable? The soft, gorgeous body of the boy who had stolen my heart was relaxed into mine, and I was more than comfortable. I was in heaven. But lots of our loving was about fun, so I replied, "I would be if that thing between my legs was in its proper place."

 

Again Ashton turned his head up to look at me, and he grinned when he asked, "And where would that be?"

 

"Right up that lovely bottom of yours."

 

He laughed. "No chance! Think yourself lucky with what you've got."

 

We looked into each other's eyes, and I smiled at him. "I do. Isn't life strange?"

 

"In what way?"

 

I shrugged my shoulders. "Not much more than a couple of weeks ago I was pinching a crisp off you, and now you're in my arms in the bath and I'm playing with that thing between your legs."

 

He grinned. "He likes being played with. You have permission to play with him any time."

 

I stared into his eyes, removed my hand from his dick, and stroked the hair back from his forehead. "Thank you, but if I told you that right now I'd rather just hold you and love you, would you think I'm letting you down?"

 

He shook his head. "No, I like it too. It's the most fantastic thing in the world to me that you love me so much. I never thought anybody would ever love me."

 

I was puzzled by his comment, and I said, "What a daft thing to say! Of course somebody was going to fall in love with you. If we hadn't met, somebody would have fallen for you big time. Not only are you beautiful to look at, you're a beautiful person."

 

Ashton took hold of the hand that was stroking his forehead and kissed it for quite a while, and then he looked up at me again and said, "My dad hated me. He said I was the most horrible person who ever lived. That's why I thought nobody could ever love me."

 

I was shocked. "Your dad said that!"

 

"Yes. Do you really love me Tony? I need to know before I tell you about him."

 

I could tell by his voice that he needed my complete assurance, and I also knew that he wanted to know that my love for him was real love and not just about sex. How could I do that? The only thing I could think of was to say, "Love hurts, and I was breaking my heart when you played it. That's because I love you so much. If you think I'm telling you that I love you so I can get in your pants, you couldn't be more wrong. You've become the most precious thing in the world to me. So, yes... I really, really do love you Ashton." I hesitated for a moment, and then added, "You don't have to tell me about your dad if it will hurt you. I don't want anything to hurt you."

 

"He was a sadist."

 

"Who was? Your dad?"

 

"Yes. A proper sadist. I need to tell you about him if me and you are going to be... you know... together?"

 

"You want us to be together?"

 

His voice was almost a whisper. "Yes. More than anything in the world." He rested his head against my shoulder so he could talk and look at me at the same time. "Do you?"

 

I nodded. "Yes. I couldn't imagine us not being together now... could you?"

 

He half smiled. "No. I'd be totally lost without my special crisp buddy. Hold me tight, please."

 

So I did, enfolding him properly in my arms so he was almost sideways on to me and we could look into each other's eyes without having to move our heads, and when he adjusted himself so he was comfortable, I asked, "Is that better?"

 

He nodded. "Yes. Now can I tell you about my dad?"

 

"Only if you want to."

 

"I do. He used to beat me all the time. He only used to do it when mum was out of the house, and he told me that he'd kill me and mum if ever I said anything to anybody. He always made sure he never left any marks. He'd twist my arms up my back until I was screaming. He'd stretch my legs so wide that he almost split me in half. Then, when he realised I was making too much noise, he used a gag on me. That's when he began putting things up my bum. He never put his cock up me. It wasn't like that. It was never sexual. He just wanted to hurt me. He was real sadist. A proper one who enjoys hurting people. And he did all sorts of other things that I really don't want to tell you about yet. You're not ready for some of the stuff. (I can tell you by now, readers, that I was almost retching at what he was telling me. And I was angry. In fact I was so angry that I wanted to scream with rage, and that's me, Tony Alboran, a person who is as even tempered a person you could meet. But I didn't. My crisp buddy required that the person listening to what he was saying kept a cool head. So I said nothing and just kept squeezing him even tighter when the pain of what he was saying was too much to hold in completely. He continued...) But the pain he was causing me wasn't the worst part. What he said about me was much worse. You get used to the pain, but you never get used to the humiliation. He said I was the worst piece of shit on earth and that nobody could ever like me. That's why I'm telling you this. He said nobody could ever love a vile little thing like me." Ashton looked right into me, and asked, "You really do love me, don't you Tony?"

 

Well, what would you do, readers, in my position? Probably just the same as I did. I didn't scream, but I became a blubbering mess of emotions as I grasped Ashton tightly to me (too hard as he told me later) and sobbed my heart out. What a strange situation. In my arms was a young man who had been brutally (physically and mentally) abused, and he was trying to comfort me! In fact he squirmed from my grasp and got between my legs in the bath, and facing me, he locked his arms around my neck and crushed his tearful face against mine while he was making soothing noises and telling me that everything was alright now. And it was a long time before we could do anything.

 

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(Later... when the water in the bath and had gone cool and I had to run some hot water to warm it up.)

 

"Your mum did find out, didn't she?"

 

"Yes. He broke my arm. That's when it all came out... when I was eight. He made a mistake. He left finger mark bruises on my arm. As soon as I went into the accident unit the nurses saw it, and they separated me from my mum and dad. They put me into care for a bit. Well, until they were absolutely sure mum knew nothing about it, and then Olga took me home."

 

"Olga?"

 

"Yes, she was my social worker. That how she and mum met."

 

"And your dad?"

 

"He's in jail. He got a minimum of sixteen years."

 

I started to cry again, and blubbered, "I would have killed him!"

 

Ashton took my head in his hands and he was actually smiling when he said, "I know, but he's not important now. I had loads of counselling and I got better."

 

More blubbering. "How can you get better from that?"

 

He kissed me, and grinned, "By meeting m crisp buddy who loves me and plays with my cock while I'm in the bath with him."

 

"I'm not playing with it now."

 

"No you're not, and I'm not very pleased with you!"

 

I couldn't help but grin at him when I said, "I'll suck it for you later."

 

He pulled a silly face. "I might let you fuck me if you do that."

 

I was serious when I said, "I would never hurt you."

 

I was amazed when Ashton giggled, and said, "After what I've been through, that little thing up me won't hurt me I can assure you. In fact I can't wait now I know you've got some KY handy."

 

What could I say to that? This wonderful young man who I had met and fallen in love with had managed to use the horror of what had happened to him to his advantage. I stared into his eyes. "You want me to?"

 

He grinned. "I've wanted to ever since you pinched a crisp off me. I went to bed that night and stuck a carrot up me while I was wanking and thinking about you."

 

I stared at him. "Seriously?"

 

"Seriously! I washed it first though!"

 

I began to giggle; Ashton began to giggle, and our giggles turned into laughter until we were both rolling about in the bath and water was going everywhere, and we only stopped when I cursed him and told him to stop because the ceiling downstairs would get soaked.

 

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We got out of the bath, dried each other with lots of laughter and loads of kisses, brushed each other's hair with loads of kisses, doused ourselves with Ashton's Burberry Aftershave after I shaved... with loads of kisses, and were lying naked on the bed facing each other sharing even more kisses when Ashton pulled my bottom lip until it was stretched. And then he grinned at me. "You know I love you, don't you."

 

I pulled his fingers off my lip. "You'll have my lips as big as yours if you keep doing that."

 

Ashton pouted his full lips. "Olga says they're sexy lips. She says they're a sign of virility."

 

I chuckled. "She wasn't wrong there. The only time that thing between your legs is soft is when you're asleep. Well, that's not quite right. I only touched it once when we were in bed at your house and it got hard."

 

Ashton giggled. "Pervert. Touching little boys up while they're asleep."

 

"It was accidental."

 

He licked his tongue out at me. "I don't believe you. You're one of those men who go pinching crisps off little kids so you can get at their bottoms."

 

I pulled a face. "I'm not very good at it then."

 

"Why?"

 

"It's only ever worked with one, and if I'd known what a sexy little sod he was, I would have turned around and run off the other way."

 

"You don't like sex with me then?"

 

"I didn't say that."

 

"So you do like sex with me then."

 

"Sometimes."

 

"Like right now?"

 

"Depends."

 

Ashton giggled. "Depends on what?"

 

"Whether you kiss me properly first."

 

Not a big mistake! Ashton was on top of me in a flash, and his tongue was buried deep in my mouth while he was grinding his hard dick against my belly. I reciprocated, of course, and in no time I'd thrown him onto his back and was sucking on his dick like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Which it was, of course, and it even gave me a little nectar when he wrapped his legs around my neck and crushed me to him as the throes of lust surged through his wonderful body.

 

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"Do you want to fuck me yet?

 

I pulled Ashton a little closer, giggled, and then said, "I'm not sure who wants this the most... you or me."

 

He giggled. "Definitely you. You're the pervert who likes little boys' bottoms. I can tell."

 

"And how can you tell?"

 

"I can tell because of how you like kissing them."

 

I chuckled. "Them? I've only ever kissed one, and little boys must like their bottoms kissed if the one I kissed is anything to go by."

 

"They do. Especially when you do it. It sends all sorts of lovely feelings through their bodies... right up inside until it makes their teeth chatter."

 

"Do you like fishing?"

 

Ashton pulled a face at me. "What's fishing got to do with anything?"

 

"I love fishing. Carp fishing. There's nothing more thrilling than when you've got a twenty pounder on your hook and you're reeling him in."

 

Ashton laughed. "I'm eight and a half stone and you're bloody reeling me in! Where's this all leading us?"

 

I grinned at him, and shrugged my shoulders. "I just thought you might like to go fishing with me. I mean, we can't spend every minute of every day having sex, can we?"

 

"Why not? It's better than fishing."

 

"So... let me get this right! For the rest of our lives we're going to spend it in bed?"

 

Ashton stroked my cheek as he stared into my eyes. "For the rest of our lives?"

 

I nodded. "I want us to be like your mum and Olga. Isn't that what you want?"

 

Ashton's eyes were misty when he said, "Yes, if you'll have me. Olga said before I came here that I'd better get ready for the long ride, as she called it. I asked her what she meant. She said that you were probably the only person she would trust me with. She doesn't like men a lot, but she said you were the loveliest man she'd ever met." Ashton giggled. "She said she knew you were when you said she'd got beautiful eyes. She said you'd got a great sense of humour and that's just what I needed, somebody who would love me but make me laugh at the same time."

 

"And what did your mum say to that?"

 

"She didn't say anything. She was hugging me and crying. I'd just told them how I felt about you. We'd been in a bit of a mess ever since she caught me playing Love Hurts. She thought my dad was mixed up in all this and that my brain was still a bit addled because of what had happened. I told them that he was nothing to do with it apart from the fact that I wanted a nice man who was the exact opposite of my dad. That's when Olga said what she did. Then she was really blunt. She said that even though I was the best thing since sliced bread, and the only good thing to come out of all this, you and mum wanted your arses kicking for not doing what you wanted. She said mum had ended up with a monster and you'd ended up with a trollop. Then she said that she'd no intentions of me making a mistake. That's why she told me to pack a bag and come over here to wait until you got home. She drove me here. You walked past her. She was parked in the street."

 

"The bloody hell she was!"

 

Ashton giggled. "Just across the street. She was grinning at me when we were coming in."

 

I giggled. "So let me get this right. The woman who is supposed to be protecting you, sends a fifteen and a half year old into a house with a bloke who's twenty-seven! She'll get the sack if anybody finds out. Is she crazy?"

 

"As mad as a hatter, but the best social worker in the world. She set a few ground rules before she brought me here."

 

"Ground rules?"

 

"Uhuh. What goes on in mum's house stays in mum's house and nobody is to know anything, and what goes on in here stays in here and nobody is to know anything. She said I wasn't to do anything anywhere except in this house or mum's house, and that I had to be prepared to lie through my back teeth until I was sixteen if anyone ever suggested anything untoward was going on. So that's why we can't go fishing."

 

"And why can't we go fishing?"

 

Ashton gave me a huge grin. "Because you won't be able to take me fishing without you're pulling my pants down every half hour."

 

I laughed. "You mean you won't be able to keep your pants up after half an hour, don't you?"

 

"Same thing. Let's not quibble about minor details."

 

I was chuckling with belly laughter at that comment, and I stared right into Ashton's beautiful eyes. They were twinkling with amusement, and I couldn't help but shake my head in amazement at this wonderful urchin who had got so deep inside me that I couldn't think of a life without him exactly as he was. Despite all the shit he'd had in his life, his father hadn't killed the true spirit of what he was: a wonderful young man with a great sense of humour who was capable of turning disaster into triumph. Instead of Pederasty for Dummies, what I really needed then was a work by Freud, which would deal with the psychology of the human spirit. But from the very beginning our association had been built on shared humour, and that's how I dealt with this situation. I tweaked his cute nose and said, "You do talk a load of crap. Now where were we?"

 

He giggled. "You said you were going to fuck me."

 

I giggled. "I didn't. You said you wanted me to fuck you."

 

A massive grin from Ashton then. "Same thing. Let's not quibble about minor details."

 

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Ashton was in the doggy position with his bum cocked up in the air and his head buried in the pillow when I asked, "Is it hurting?"

 

I heard a muffled voice say, "No. You're nowhere near carrot depth yet."

 

I giggled. "Was it a big carrot?"

 

"It was more like a large parsnip." 

 

I drew out of him and flopped onto the bed by the side of him so my head was on the pillow. He never moved when I looked into his eyes and said, "I can't do it."

 

He stared at me. "Why not?"

 

"I can't stop giggling."

 

He grinned. "Me neither. Shall we leave the fucking bit for tonight and do something else?"

 

"Something else? Such as what?"

 

He sort of shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. What time is it?"

 

I looked at my watch. "Almost five. It's almost light outside. The birds are singing."

 

Ashton giggled. "We've been at it for eight hours. You've come once and I've come three times. If we do it one more time each then we can get some sleep."

 

"How shall we do it?"

 

"Go back and try again, but this time rub my back and tell me how much you love me when you're doing it. How far did you get it in?"

 

"About three inches. Was it hurting?"

 

"I would have told you if it was. I'll tell you what. I'll lie on my back and you can do it. That's what I wanted to do in the first place."

 

"Why didn't you say so then?"

 

"I thought you wanted to do it that way."

 

I glared at him. "That's your problem... you think too much of other people. You should be more selfish. This isn't just about me!"

 

Ashton grinned. "Hark who's talking. I only have to offer you a cheese and onion crisp and you come crawling to me like a puppy dog."

 

I grinned. "I'd do anything for a cheese and onion crisp."

 

More grins from Ashton. "Good. If you fuck me, I'll get you a whole bag later today."

 

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The amusement had left us when Ashton lay on his back and pulled his knees onto his chest, and he helped me by pulling his bum cheeks wide open after I'd lubricated us both. I held my hard dick by his hole, pushed, and I felt his sphincter stretch and then retract after my knob entered him. I looked into his eyes. "Did that hurt?"

 

He shook his head. "No. Push it in now, but go slow so I can get used to it."

 

So I did, and centimetre by centimetre my dick began to disappear inside him. I'm not built like a horse, but neither am I small. I'm about seven inches fully aroused, and the girth matches my body: sturdy. I watched myself disappearing until about four inches were inside him, and then I asked, "You okay?"

 

He took in a deep breath. "Yes. Fuck me Tony, please."

 

So I did, and while I was doing it, Ashton had hold of his own dick and was stroking his foreskin on and off his knob slowly while he smiled with his eyes. His dick was hard, and I was really pleased about that, because it meant that whatever pain he was feeling was not enough to quell the sexuality of the moment for him. Because I was really lodged inside him without danger of me slipping out, I took up a position of leaning right over him with my flat hands on the bed above his head to support myself, and I was looking down at Ashton while he looked up at me. On each gentle thrust, he smiled and nodded to reassure me. But I was still wary of going too deep, so I used just the four inches that were in him to stimulate myself. Ashton understood what I was doing and left off fondling his own dick and took hold of my hips. When I thrust inwards, he stopped me from pulling back, and pulled at my hips. He wanted more. I looked into his eyes. He nodded again, and pulled harder. Five inches were inside him, and still he was pulling. I saw his face twist slightly with pain, but he pulled again. I knew what was happening. I'd got to the second muscle inside him... the final barrier to full penetration. He looked right into my eyes with a steely determination, and pulled hard at my hips. He wanted me to break the barrier, so I pushed hard and felt myself go past the muscle, and as soon as I had, I saw the pain leave his face. He smiled, pulled on my hips really hard, and all seven inches of me slipped inside him. My pubic hairs were now firmly nestling against his open bum cheeks. I smiled at him. "That's it."

 

He grinned. "It's amazing what you'll do for a packet of cheese and onion crisps. Now fuck me properly."

 

I wanted to laugh, but the situation was too sexy for laughing, so I allowed Ashton to guide me to my climax. It didn't take long when he was looking into my eyes whilst pulling me in and out of him and saying, "Fuck me Tony. That's lovely. Fuck me Tony. Ohhhh... it's fantastic! Fuck me Tony. I'm your crisp buddy... the boy you love. Do it for me, please. Yes Tony. Do it! Do it!! Do it!!!!" And I did, making sure the final, crazily sexual short-thrusts were done while I was crushed against his bottom, and as my semen ejaculated deep inside him, he smiled beautifully and emitted a long, "Ohhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssss!" as his fingernails dug deeply into my hips like an eagle's talons holding a salmon it had plucked from the river, and I stared into his beautiful brown eyes and sent my love right into him as the feelings rocked me to my very core.

 

When it was over for me, he unlocked his legs from around my waist and wrapped them around my buttocks, drawing me down onto him, so I relaxed and allowed my upper body to do the same until I was on my elbows as my lips sought his. He grabbed my head and pulled it firmly against his so our lips were crushed together, and we kissed for quite a while. I could tell by his eyes that he was more than pleased: they were half-smiling and sympathetic and thankful at the same time. I'm not daft. I knew there had been some pain involved for him, but I understood exactly how he felt. I would have felt the same if the person I loved had got so much pleasure out of what I'd given him, and Ashton knew that my first act of fucking a boy had been perfection. What I didn't know was what his inner feelings were now someone had invaded him just as his father had. His father hadn't done it in a sexual way, but he had penetrated Ashton with something awful. That's why, when I broke off the kiss, I asked him, "Are you okay?"

 

My beautiful bright boy. You couldn't get anything past him. Where he and I were concerned (and I discovered it more later) there was a sixth sense between us where we each knew what the other was thinking, and he smiled and said, "It wasn't like my dad at all, so don't think that way, please! It was fantastic. I feel ten feet tall knowing I'm the only boy who's ever given you that. I am, aren't I?"

 

I smiled into his eyes. "Oh yes. The only one. And it was beautiful. Thank you."

 

He nodded, and then smiled. "I thought it was. I could tell by your eyes. Were you telling me that you love me?"

 

I nodded. "Yes. While it was all going on at the end, all I could see was the most beautiful boy in the world, and all I could think about was how much I loved you."

 

He half closed his eyes and his face was a picture of peacefulness as he sighed, "I love you Tony."

 

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Five minutes later, while my dick was still inside him but had part deflated but couldn't get out because Ashton's legs were keeping us together and we were at ease enough for me to joke, I said, "What now little man?"

 

He grinned. "Can we do something pervy?"

 

"Something pervy?"

 

He giggled. "Something really pervy. You can perv on me while I wank myself off."

 

"Don't you want me to do it?"

 

He shook his head. "That wouldn't be pervy. No, I want you to look at me while I do it myself."

 

"Do you want me to pull out?"

 

"No. That's part of the perviness. I want you to watch me while you've got your cock right inside your boy." Then he giggled. "You're getting hard again so that means you like me being pervy."

 

He was right. His words had gone to my dick, and it had swollen up again. I giggled. "I might fuck you again while you're doing it."

 

He pulled a silly face at me. "I'm not bothered if you do. Nothing to do with me what goes on in that pervy mind of yours. I suppose you've gone hard because you like watching little boys wanking themselves off."

 

"I've never seen one do it before."

 

He grinned. "You're going to see it now. Lift your hunk of a body up a bit so I can get hold of my cock."

 

So I did, raising myself higher so he could reach down and get hold of his hard dick, and high enough for me to watch what he was doing. "Is that high enough?"

 

"Uhuh. Now watch me and listen to me."

 

"Listen to you?"

 

"Uhuh. That's part of the pervy stuff. You don't mind your boy being really pervy, do you?"

 

"Do I have a choice?"

 

Ashton sniggered. "Not really. Are you ready?"

 

I looked into his amused eyes. "Get on with it then!"

 

Get on with it then. Sexual satisfaction comes in many forms, and although I'd never considered myself a voyeur up to that point, I did get immense sexual satisfaction watching Ashton using four fingers and a thumb as he began to stroke himself. He began slowly at first, rolling his foreskin on and off the pink knob while he was saying, "Look at it Tony. It's really excited. That's because it knows you've got your hard cock inside me and I can feel it filling me up. It's a fantastic feeling knowing the man you love wants his cock up you. It's the greatest gift I can give to him, him being up there so he can fuck me and fill me up with his spunk. (I was beginning to get the hang of what he was doing now. Clever boy! He was telling me in unadulterated terms what it had felt like to be fucked by me, and he was telling me because he wanted me to know how beautiful it had been for him. He continued... but he went further back than I thought he would.) Look at my cock, Tony. It was inside my underpants that first time we met. It was half hard as soon as you looked at me. It knew you wanted me. It could tell. But when we'd passed and I couldn't see you anymore, it went soft because I was sad. Then at night it made me do this while I was thinking about what you would look like with no clothes on until it had had its way with me. It made me do it again before I could go to sleep."

 

He looked up at me, and grinned. I grinned, and said, "Sexy sod."

 

That brought an even bigger grin to his face. "I've only just begun. Fasten your seatbelt."

 

I chuckled, and waggled my hard dick inside him. "I'm hooked up. Carry on."

 

He gave me a really naughty, sexy look, and continued playing with his dick. "The second time I saw you he was really hard. As a matter of fact, I'd had to tuck him up so he was on my belly so he didn't reveal his feelings, and when I went home I went right up to my bedroom and took all my clothes off. Then he made me do him twice again, and another two times when we went to bed. But when we were in bed he made me lie on my belly with a pillow under me so my bum was sticking up so I could pretend you were fucking me." He giggled. "That was the night of the carrot. Or the parsnip."

 

I giggled. "You told me before that the carrot night was the first night. Get on with it or I'll come up your bum before you've finished."

 

Another naughty, sexy look. "I got mixed up. The carrot night was the after the second time I saw you. Never mind. You like me perving, don't you. Anyway, look at my knob. It's oozing stuff out because it's so excited. You like that, don't you? (I nodded.) Good. My cock likes it that you like him oozing his fluids out for you. That's because you're special. Anyway, he made me make plans to give you my phone number because he couldn't bear the thought that he'd never be in your lovely hands or in your delicious mouth. That's where he really wanted to be, and that's why he made me do all the plotting. He was crazy about you. And he was crazy about your wonderful big body and your big cock. He wanted me to see it and hold it and kiss it because it gave him fantastic feelings, but most of all he wanted you to put your cock up my bum because he knew you would love that the most. Then, tonight, he managed to get me to do that, and he was over the moon. He told me it would be nice, but I never knew how nice it would be. It did hurt when your cock was inside my bum, but the hurt didn't matter. It was the feelings inside me that mattered, and the beautiful feelings going through my cock while you were doing it. Besides, I was used to being hurt, and the hurt you were giving me was like a tickle compared to some of the hurt I've had. That's why I could enjoy doing what we did, especially after you'd got it right inside me past that other place that hurts when a cock or whatever goes inside you. When my dad used to shove a baseball bat inside me... you know, the handle part with the knob on the end, once I'd worked out how to get it past that second part, I had to pretend it was really hurting by screaming under the gag so he thought he'd got his own way."

 

(By now, readers, you've probably got the gist of what was going on. Ashton was telling me things that he wanted to tell me, but they were things he would never be able to tell me under normal circumstances. He was using this sexual contact to get his message across; telling me unambiguously that what his dad had done to him could in no way be connected to what we did while we were making love. I did tell you that he was a clever boy.)

 

He continued, "What my dad didn't realise that when he was hurting me up my bum, he was doing me a favour. I didn't know I was gay then, but what he did do helped me when I knew I was gay, and that's because the beautiful man I met wanted to fuck me, and if my dad hadn't taught me how to take something up my bum, then it might have taken months for me to give my special man what he wanted. But it was what I wanted as well. I always wanted to be fucked by a man ever since I knew I was gay. I didn't realise then how special my special man would be, but when I knew it was going to be you, I was over the moon. Look at my cock Tony. He's throbbing because he's so excited. It won't be long now. Do you want to see him explode with pleasure because he loves you so much?"

 

I smiled into Ashton's beautiful brown eyes. "More than anything in the world. I love him and you equally."

 

Ashton grinned. "I hoped you would. Do you want him to do it now while he's feeling so much love for you?"

 

I smiled, and shrugged my shoulders. "I'm in his hands."

 

Ashton giggled. "No he's not... he's in mine, and that's because I know better than you when the right time is. I'm making him wait."

 

"Why?"

 

I want you to fuck me while I'm doing him. Can you come again?"

 

"I'm nearly there now you sexy sod."

 

"Good, but this time don't try and be gentle with me because you don't want to hurt me. Your hurt isn't like his. Your hurt is beautiful, so start pulling halfway out and push it back into me again."

 

So I did as he said and made a number of thrusts. "Is that okay?"

 

"Further out and back in."

 

This time I almost withdrew, and then plunged back into him. "Like that?"

 

He smiled. "Like that, at your own speed. I'll finish now. Watch me." He closed his eyes, grabbed his balls, and began to wank furiously. While he was doing it and while I watched his fingers working at a remarkable speed, I made long, slow strokes in and out of him, and then I heard him begin to gargle as the feelings surged through him, and then he yelled, "Fuck me Tony! Fuck meeee!!"

 

Mutual climaxes don't happen too often unless you're an expert, and even Pederasty for Dummies can't teach you how to do it. But me and Ashton did it, and because the mutuality was about many things, including Ashton cleansing his soul while explaining many things to me, not only was it a release of sexual feelings, it was also the moment when our love was sealed. But I'll tell you more about that later. For now, I'll just tell you that after it was over, after we'd loved each other for almost an hour, we fell asleep in each other's arms, and I can tell you that there were not two more contented people on the planet than Ashton and me when we did.    

 

To be continued... 

 

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