Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 20:05:58 +0000
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
Subject: DONNY- PART ONE

Donny
Copyright 2008 by Van T Zboi

(This is a figment of the imagination, it s not true to life and this
should be borne in mind when reading it; the usual disclaimers apply)

	"And finally for your half term project," Mr Walker paused whilst
the anticipated chorus of groans rose from the class. He continued, "On the
screen is a list of websites and suggested reading material, all you have
to do is chose a topic, research it and write up in suitable detail what
you have found out. The list is available on the school's website under the
History pages and I expect you to report by Friday's lesson what topic you
have chosen." He stopped to survey the class, noting the expected looks of
interest and horror from the usual faces. The bell rang and without
permission the class began to gather their books and papers, stuffing them
into their bags, ready to move to the next lesson. Mr Walker spoke loudly
above the clatter," I will be available after school tonight for anyone who
wants help or advice or you can arrange to see me during the rest of the
week for those of you who are experiencing difficulties." As he spoke the
class streamed nosily out of the room.

	That was on Monday and on Thursday night fourteen year old Dominic
Whelan decided he had just enough time before his supper to 'have a look at
'ol' Walkers' list and choose his topic." He sat down at the family's
computer in the living room and switched on the computer, the monitor
glowed but nothing else happened. Donny pushed all the buttons again,
checked the power connections and panicked.

"Mum," he shouted, "what's wrong with the computer. I've got homework to
do?"

	His elder sister Siobhan looked up from watching Neighbours and
said smugly, "It broke down last night. Dad was downloading his work
schedule and just as he was turning it off, it sparked. As Dad's away until
next week, Mum's got to take it back to the shop tomorrow so it can be
repaired, she didn't have time today cos' she was working."

"But I've got stuff to do for Walkers history lesson tomorrow," Donny
complained.

"Bet you've had that for ages, Walker always gives plenty of time. Oh," she
laughed, "I get it, its half term project time isn't it, well serves you
right for being so lazy." Siobhan laughed and went back to watching
Neighbours.

Mary, Dominic's mother looked into the room, "Did you call Donny, only I'm
getting dinner ready?"

"Mum the computer's broke and I need to do stuff for homework tonight or
I'll be in trouble," Donny whinged.

"Well dear I'm sure one of your friends could help and doesn't the library
do computers these days. Anyway I'm sure you're old enough now to sort it
out yourself," Mary went back to her cooking.

Donny quickly phoned his best friend Mike and asked him if he could help.

"Bollocks," said Mike, "I forgot about Walker's project, I'll have to do it
tonight too."

"Perhaps we could work together?" suggested Donny hopefully.

"Good idea," replied Mike, "I'll just check with mum," and the phone went
quiet, "sorry Don," came Mike's returned voice, "mum says that Ron has
already booked most of tonight with her for his homework, I can have half
and hour now and that's it until he's finished. She says as I have to print
off the list I can do you a copy and if I haven't made my choice by the
time you come around I can go with you to the library and work there."

"Okay," said a disappointed Donny, "I'll see you after supper then."

So after supper Donny went round to Mike's house to pick up a copy of the
list and as Mike had already made his choice from the list, he alone took
the bus onto the library to do his research. When he arrived he found he
would have to wait until a computer was free so he booked himself in and
went to look at some of the books on the list for any ideas before he hit
the net. All the books listed were Reference books and could not be taken
out of the library so he dug out the first and decided that Stone Age
people did not interest him. He worked his way down the list and was
looking for one on the Tudors, which eventually he discovered was out of
his reach on the top shelf. Dominic was short for his years; he had been
small throughout his school life, despite the fact that all his relatives
that he knew were big or tall.

"Don't worry," his father said, "the Whelans' are known for being small
until they grow, look at your cousin Gerry," and it was true; Gerry had
been just a few inches bigger than him till he reached sixteen and then it
seemed he had grown a foot every month so Donny had just accepted that it
really would happen one day.

'I need the steps' he decided and went to fetch them from the next bookcase
where he'd last seen them. In pushing the steps to where he needed them he
did not see the figure bent down looking on the bottom shelf and it was
with horror he realised he had knocked the man over.

"Sorry sir," apologized Donny bending to give the man a hand up, "I hope
you are not hurt?"

As they made eye contact they both realised they knew each other.

'Gosh its Mr Chapman my old Junior School teacher' thought Donny.

"Well if it isn't Domy Whelan," smiled the man on the floor, "I'm glad to
see you still have good manners and," he laughed ruefully, "although I see
you seem to be as clumsy as ever."

Donny reddened at the use of 'Domy' as a Junior he'd had a lisp and for a
few years had pronounced his name as 'Domy' instead of Donny, the nickname
had stuck until he'd gone up to his new school where it had been forgotten
as his lisp had gone.

"Its Donny now," said Donny, "and I am sorry for knocking you over. It was
an accident."

"Off course, off course," smiled Mr Chapman getting to his feet and looking
at his past pupil. "Well normally I say how much you've grown when I meet
an old student of mine, but is it my eyes or have you not grown that much,
lets see now you must," he made a mental calculation, "well you must be
thirteen or just fourteen now?"

"Just turned fourteen Mr Chapman, replied Donny, "a month ago now and as
for growing, well Dad says its genetic with the Whelans', it happens when
it happens."

"I see, I hope I did not say anything to upset you, one forgets that
children can be cruel where nicknames are concerned," Mr Chapman was very
apologetic.

Donny embarrasses said, "No Sir, its okay I'm well past that where my mates
at school are concerned."

" So then what were you looking for with these steps, perhaps I can be of
help," smiled Mark Chapman. He had always liked young Domy or Donny and now
the lad looked very attractive with his deep green eyes and shock of black
hair.

Donny quickly explained his problem as Mark got the book down for
him. Donny had always enjoyed Mr Chapman's lessons and even now found it
easy to speak to him. As a result they both ended up sat at the computer
discussing the merits of the suggested topics but by the time his session
was ended Donny still had not made up his mind.

"I'm still not sure what to do," Donny said as they got up from the desk,
the next person was waiting to take their place.

"Look why don't we take this to the burger bar and talk it through?" smiled
Mark, "I could do with a coffee and I'm sure you'd like a coke?"

Donny beamed, 'burger bar and coke' sounded ideal.

"Better telephone your parents to make sure it's okay?" suggested Mark.

Donny spoke to his mother on his mobile and handed the phone to Mark.

"Mr Chapman," he heard Donny's mother say, "It's very kind of you to help
Dominic, His father's away just now and I'm not much help with history, it
just wasn't my subject at school. Are you sure you have the time to spare?"

"It's fine Mrs Whelan, I'm doing some research myself for a paper I'm
writing for my Trade Association on children's education and it would be
helpful to have Dominic's input. He'd he helping me at the same time as I'm
helping him, so it really is no problem for me, in fact it's a great help
with my research. If its allright with you for Dominic to stay out, as it's
a schoolnight what time should he be home by?"

"Well he's normally in bed by ten so if you could bear that in mind, then
that will be okay."

"That's fine Mrs Whelan, I'll drop him home in my car in good time." Mark
smiled at Donny who beamed at the idea of not having to wait for a bus to
get home.

In the burger bar with a burger and chips and a huge coke Donny chatted on
happily as Mark sipped his coffee and occasionally nibbled at one of
Donny's chips.

"I really need an angle to work from," said Donny, "but I don't know where
to start. I'm not that much interested in history."

"You did very well in my class," said Mark, "I always thought you were a
good student, you always showed an interest in my lessons."

"To be honest," said Donny, "I don't really get on with Mr Walker, he
doesn't make it seem real. You could always make everything interesting,"
for some reason Donny blushed as he spoke.

Mark noticed the compliment and ruffled the boys hair, "Thanks," he
laughed.

Donny beamed back, he was enjoying himself, Mr Chapman always made him feel
special and he didn't know why or how he did it, they had only spent one
year together as Mark had joined his school during his last year as a
Junior but he had very much enjoyed that year and most of all had learnt
something when Mr Chapman was teaching him.

"Here's an idea," suggested Mark, "now your family originated from Ireland,
didn't it?" Donny nodded and Mark continued, "so why don't you research
your family's place in history, you must have seen some programmes on the
television on celebrities who have done just that recently and not only
would you be learning about history you would be finding out about your own
history, your family history, your place in 'time'. There's plenty of stuff
on the internet too, to help you with that."

"Mr Chapman that's a great idea," Donny bounced up and down in his seat
almost upsetting the remains of the coke, then a look crossed his face,
"sorry," he said rising to his feet, "gotta pee."

Mark laughed, the boy made him feel good and it was always nice to see one
of his special past pupils; again he wondered how grown up the boy was and
if the lack of growth had affected him in other areas, 'especially' he
allowed his mind to daydream, the boys sexual development. Aware he was now
getting aroused, he shook his head thinking, 'better do something to take
your mind off doing something with the boy, but it was difficult.'  He
quickly cleaned up the mess and slipped a lid on the coke after first of
all refreshing it. Donny bounced back to the table and Mark decided; 'Oh
sod it' he wanted to spend as much time with the boy as possible and
preferably 'alone', 'you never know?' he told himself.

"Tell you what," smiled Mark, "look you've got about three-quarters of an
hour before you have to get home, as your computer is down why not come
back to my place, have a quick go on the internet, just so you can show
your Mr Walker something and then I'll take you home?" Mark had quickly
worked out that there was nothing at his home to worry the boy, his DVD's
and porno mags were mostly in his bedroom and anything important on his
computer was password protected.

"Can I really?" asked Donny, "that would be real helpful."

As they walked to the car Mark put his hand around Donny's shoulders. The
boy raised no objection and when Mark used his remote to unlock the car, he
just giggled when Mark slapped him gently on the backside saying, "Go on in
you get."

Inside the car Mark checked Donny's seatbelt was properly locked and patted
the boy on the bare thigh where the boys shorts had ridden up; as he
started the car Donny simply relaxed into the seat his hands round his coke
cup oblivious to Mark's discreet touch. Mark could not help looking at the
boy between the legs but the shorts material had bunched and nothing was
clearly defined.

Donny stared around inside Mark's house, everything was so neat and tidy
and there was a so much more space in comparison to his own small
home. Mark also had a huge plasma TV and an up to date computer set up with
broadband. Donny was impressed, 'wait till I tell my mates' he told
himself. He slipped off his trainers, going barefoot; he was having allergy
reactions to certain materials and it was easier not to wear anything
between his trainers and his feet as it was pressure against his skin that
appeared to cause the reaction and made his feet smell and in some cases
caused a rash. As he was now a teenager 'Hormones' his doctor had suggested
to his mother was the root cause of the problem.

Mark got his computer set up going and went to get himself a coffee whilst
Donny got on with his research; he had intended to watch TV whilst the boy
worked away but Donny soon began to ask questions as he got lost in the
huge amount of information that flooded the screen so Mark found himself
sitting close beside the boy, enjoying the smell of teenage boy and
closeness of the boys bare thigh which he could not help rubbing up against
as he pointed out something of importance on the screen.

"Hey look at the time," said Mark, "it's time to get you home."

Donny gathered the information he'd printed off to show Mr Walker, "Thanks
Mr Chapman for all your help, or an' thanks for the burger 'n chips 'n
coke. I enjoyed seeing and working with you again."

"That's fine Domy," smiled Mask using Donny's old nick name, "I enjoyed it
too, now don't forget if you want to come around to use the computer whilst
yours is being repaired, just phone me to make arrangements and make sure
you have your parent's permission and I'll do what I can if I'm free."

Back in the car Mark again checked Donny's seatbelt and slid his hand up
the boy's thigh before once again patting it as he said, "Right lets get
you home." Donny engrossed in the stuff he'd downloaded didn't appear to
have noticed. They drove the short distance to Donny's home in silence and
Mark accompanied the boy to his front door.

Back at the boys home Mary Whelan insisted on offering Mark a cup of coffee
as a 'thank you' for helping Donny; Mark turned down the offer of an
alcoholic drink as he did not approve of drinking and driving, but coffee
was always acceptable. Donny eagerly showed his mother the work he'd been
doing and was then despatched to bed.

"You know I don't think I've seen him so interested in anything since he
started at that school," said Mary, "it's nice to see him so energised."

"I hope he manages to get to sleep," said Mark, "I wouldn't want to think
that I was responsible for him having a disturbed night."

"Oh I'm sure he'll sleep," Mary reassured him, "going to sleep is not a
problem, it tends to be getting him up that's hardest. His father is best
at getting him going, it's just a shame that his father's work takes him
away for long periods, as he does miss him so, but we all have to make a
living and this has to be his sacrifice for a roof over our heads."

They were interrupted by the arrival of Donny in his pyjamas; which
consisted of shorts and a t-shirt, to say goodnight. Mark was delighted by
the sight of the boy in his blue shorts and tight fitting light blue
t-shirt and not for the first time he wondered what the teenage boy looked
like naked.

"Well I must go," Mark said not wishing to appear to be overstaying his
welcome, "again Donny if you need to use a computer whilst yours is down
then please call and I'll see if I can be of help."

"That's very kind of you," said Mary.

"Mum, mum?" asked Donny, "mum could Mr Chapman tuck me in tonight as dad's
away."

Mary was taken aback, "Er, well, I'm not sure," she gazed helplessly at
Mark.

"Please mum, only I miss dad when he's away," Donny pleaded.

Mary looked at Mark, 'Donny had got on very well with him when he was at
Junior School and he does seem to need a positive male influence,' she
thought, but replacing his father like this was a problem for her;
uncomfortable with her predicament but not wishing to unnecessarily upset
her son, she said, "Well if Mr Chapman would be prepared to," as she was a
bit lost for words and a decision.

"It would be an honour Mrs Whelan, Dominick was always one of my best
pupils and I would think it a great privilege to be able to help his father
by substituting for him in this small way."

Flattered and convinced by 'substitute' rather than 'replace', Mary gave in
and Mark found himself following Donny's blue shorts up the stairs.

"So what do I do?" asked Donny as they entered the boy's bedroom.

"Dad usually makes sure I've cleaned my teeth, gives me a tickle and a
cuddle, lifts me into bed and then kisses me goodnight," explained Donny.

Mark duly sat on the bed and checked Donny's breath, the smell of
toothpaste enough for him to accept that Donny had indeed cleaned his
teeth. Donny now climbed onto Mark's lap and Mark cuddled the boy holding
him close to his beating heart. 'Oh he smells so good' thought Mark as he
looked down at the youth.

Unsure about how to 'tickle' Mark placed his hand on Donny's bare knee and
began to delicately fingertip walk along the boys thigh. Donny giggled and
Mark taking that as approval now 'walked' across Donny's groin and up his
stomach. As Donny was still beaming at him Mark paused and gently pulled at
Donny's t-shirt until it was clear of his shorts and he could get his hand
inside and touch the boys bare skin.

"Tickles," wriggled Donny and taking heart from this Mark softly walked his
hand up Donny's naked trembling tummy, across the smooth chest to the boy's
right nipple. He stroked around the tiny nub, noticing with pleasure that
as Donny groaned with delight his nipple began to harden.

Mark suddenly realised he was enjoying himself too much and his growing
erection would easily be noticed by the boy if he remained on his
lap. Abruptly he withdrew his hand saying, "Time for sleep, I think," and
unable to help himself he patted Donny's groin, sensing that the boy did
have the beginning of a lump.

Mark stood up carefully and laid Donny back on his bed delighting that the
boys t-shirt had now ridden up and he caught a glimpse of the boy's smooth
tummy.

"Now what do I do?" he asked as he pulled back the duvet ready to cover the
boy.

Donny looked at him shyly, "Dad normally just kisses me goodnight but, well
I really like it when Dad blows a raspberry on my tummy and then he kisses
me," he said hopefully.

Mark laughed and bending down he took great pleasure in sucking against the
boys enticing stomach before blowing a long raspberry against the satin
soft skin, he was very aware of hard muscle that lay beneath where his lips
had kissed. As Donny wriggled in delight Mark tucked his fingers inside the
boys blue shorts and lifted them clear allowing a brief glimpse down into
Donny's groin. In the dark Mark could just about make out the slim figure
of the boy's cock and he was sure that there were signs of a few dark hairs
curling upwards. Again Mark patted the now slightly wet tummy and gently
squeezed him between the legs as he pulled the duvet up and over Donny's
body, covering the boy from head to foot.

"Goodnight Domy," he said and bent down over the boy kissing him tenderly
on the lips.

"G'night dad," whispered Donny softly as he turned on his side and cuddled
himself into the duvet, he did not realise what he'd said, it had been an
automatic reply, but he did know that he had quite liked the kiss on the
lips, normally his dad kissed him on the forehead, 's'nice' he thought
sleepily

Mark stood up, a wave of delight washed over him and his cock lurched and
pulsed, 'what a fantastic ending to an unexpected day' he thought as he
quietly left the room, turning off the light as he did so. Downstairs he
finished his coffee and said his goodbyes. He made one stop on the way home
where one of his fuck friends was happily impressed by Mark's demands for
two very hard fast fucks within the space of half an hour.

"Don't know who got your juices flowing," his friend Gerry said, "but I'm
sure enjoying the result." In reply Mark simply fucked harder until both of
them collapsed following an almost mutual orgasm. As he got into his own
bed later on that night Mark relived the pleasurable moments of the
evening, wondering if he would get to see more of Domy, and hopefully the
bits of Domy he wanted to see.



It was late on Friday afternoon when the call came. Mark was still at
school finishing up and readying the classroom for the half term break. He
picked up his phone and noticed with pleasure that the call was from
Donny. He's put the boys details into his phone the previous night.

"Hi Domy," he said and then immediately added, "sorry Donny, forgive me, I
forgot."

"Er, yeah, well, that's okay Mr Chapman," came Donny's hesitant voice, "er,
well, er, you did say I could use your computer if you were free?"

"Yes off course," replied Mark both his heart and his cock leaping, 'I did
not think I would hear from him so soon,' he thought and mentally checked
to see if he had left anything lying around in the house which would give
him away.

"It's just that Mum says the man in the shop says it will be two weeks
before the computer is repaired. It seems that there was a bunch of them
with a fault and he's got to send back all the others in the shop that came
from the same batch and it will be a while before a new batch is
available. As it's a manufacturing thingy it won't cost us any money, which
mum is real pleased about, but it does mean I won't have a computer for two
whole weeks and I wondered if I could get some stuff done tonight to get it
out of the way," Donny pleaded.

Flattered and with visions of possibilities Mark decided to make himself
free, he did have a dinner invitation but it wasn't a necessity and would
be easy to rearrange.

"Sure Donny," he said, "er when do you want me to pick you up?"

'Wow' thought Donny, 'how cool I thought I'd have to ride over on my bike,
this is great, Mike is going to be so jealous when I tell him,' in truth
Mike had offered to do the project jointly but Donny had really been
impressed with Mr Chapman's computer set up which was so much better and
faster than anything his friends had.

"Er what about six o clock?" suggested Donny, "Mum has given me some money
for chips, we could share if you want, after all you did buy me a burger
yesterday, but later would be fine if your busy."

"No, six sounds fine Donny," Mark replied, "I can pick you up on my way
home, I'm still at school just finishing up for half term so it would be
easier to do it that way. You do have your mother's permission don't you?"

"Oh yeah Mum's okay," said Donny.

At Donny's house Mary Whelan welcomed Mark inside, "Donny won't be a
moment, he's just getting some spare discs to store his work on, it really
is so good of you to help him out. I was so worried about the computer, it
was good that we won't have to pay for repairs but it does play havoc with
his homework although his sister seems to be able to get her friends to
help out."

"Its fine Mrs Whelan," replied Mark, "as I said I'm doing a paper on
children's education and it would be handy to observe Donny's research
methods and thought processes, I can then compare them with the age range
of the children I teach and it would have a better perspective for my
colleagues."

Mary blinked, 'too much information for me,' she thought and added, "I've
given him some money for food, I hope you don't mind him eating at your
place but Friday's we tend to eat take away as we are usually so busy so I
don't cook on Friday's," 'even to her it sounded lame' she thought, 'what
must Mr Chapman think of me.'

"No problem," smiled Mark, "in fact Friday's is also my take out night as
well so we'll both feel at home."

Donny appeared and Mark stared at the boy. Donny was dressed in an
oversized dark blue t-shirt over a long pair of black shorts; he apparently
wore no socks as there was no sign of them above his scuffed trainers, he
carried what looked like a jacket in one hand and over his shoulder hung a
tote bag in which Mark assumed was his homework folder and school stuff.

"Hi Mr Chapman," beamed Donny, "I'm ready."

"Hi Donny," smiled Mark, "Er what time should I bring him back Mrs Whelan?"

"Normally we get him to bed at eleven on Friday's," she replied.

"Aw mum," groaned Donny, "its half term."

"Donny Mr Chapman may have other plans for this evening I don't think it
polite to impose on him." Mary was quite sharp with her son.

"Its okay Mrs Whelan," interjected Mark, "Eleven will be fine, I know that
even boys on half term holiday need their proper sleep so despite the fact
that I do not have any plans for the evening, eleven o clock it is."

Donny looked disappointed but shrugged his shoulders resignedly. "Okay
mum," he said dispiritedly, thinking, 'bummer, I wanted to play some games
on Mark's computer, they must look awesome on his set up.'

They said their goodbyes and got into Mark's car. Donny settled his bag on
the floor between his feet and Mark leaned over to check his seat
belt. Mark could see a definite lump between the boy's legs this time these
shorts fitted the boys crotch better and resisted the urge to feel it,
again he patted Donny on the thigh.

"Ready to go?" he smiled.

Donny leaned back and smiled, "Sure thing Mr Chapman. Oh I forgot," and he
dug into his shorts pocket, "here's the money for the chips," offering Mark
a crumpled five pound note.

"I was thinking about that," smiled Mark, "say how do you feel about pizza
instead, we had chips last night and we both know its bad for us to eat
them all the time?"

"Pizza Wow."

 Mark knew he'd said exactly the right thing.

"Put the money away, you can give it back to your mother and no you can't
keep it for yourself, that's not nice is it."

Donny looked crestfallen at being so easily read, "Yes Mr Chapman," he said
resignedly.

"Say look as I call you Donny and since you are not my pupil anymore why
don't you call me Mark," suggested Mark.

"Okay Mr Chap, I mean Mark," grinned Donny.

Back at Mark's house they unloaded the car with Donny helping to bring in
some of Mark's half term work. Donny hung his jacket up in the hall and
slipped off his trainers, Mark had noticed the boy preferred to go both
sockless and barefoot, something to do with an allergy to certain materials
Donny had explained as they drove. Mark gave Donny the pizza menu to choose
from whilst he put the percolator on for coffee and brought Donny a can of
coke to drink. He then set the computer up and as Donny settled down rang
the pizza order through and adding a big bottle of coke for Donny.

"Donny I'm going upstairs for a quick shower, I usually have one when I get
home. I should be down before the pizza arrives but just call me if you
need anything," Mark told the boy.

"Okay Mark," said Donny already reaching into his bag for one of the games
he'd brought with him.

A short while later Mark came down wearing just a short towelling robe. He
observed Donny was deeply engrossed in the computer but was annoyed to see
the boy was obviously playing a game rather than doing work. He was about
to speak to him but the doorbell rang and he went to answer it; the pizza
had arrived.

"Hi," smiled the leather clad delivery agent and stepped inside the door.

"Hi Justin," smiled Mark.

Justin reached forward and undid Mark's robe. "I see my usual tip is
waiting, or do you want extra topping on your Meatfeast tonight?" he said
as he caressed Mark's now erect cock.

"Sorry Justin," smiled Mark, gently pushing the youth's hand away, "but
I've got company tonight,"

"Well you know me," smiled Justin, "I don't mind a threesome, perhaps I
could come back later after I've finished and I could provide a filling for
a sandwich." Justin stepped forward and looked past Mark at Donny at the
computer, "Hey he's a cute young one, looks delicious, can I get a taste."

"It's not like that," whispered Mark pulling Justin away, "He's an
ex-pupil, I'm just helping him out with a half term project."

Justin looked at Mark with half closed eyes, "Wasn't I one of your
ex-pupils when you first fucked me," he stated quietly.

"No," smiled Mark, "if I recall you were a twelve-year old slut who'd been
fucked by half the boys and staff of that home you came from and double
fucked by the other half. Remember you came to me for help with your
reading long after you discovered I was a teacher. I also recall that it
was my idea for you to get the delivery job at the pizza when you reached
the age of seventeen so you could get out of your past life instead of
combining the job with your prostitution activities."

"I remember coming," whispered Justin and placed Mark's hand on his now
prominent bulge. Instinctively Mark grasped the outline of the youth's
cock.

"The boys busy," he said, "perhaps I could take a dose of that extra
topping after all." He pulled Justin into the kitchen, quickly unzipped his
trousers and released Justin's thick seven-incher. As usual Justin wore no
underwear. Deftly Mark slipped the thick cock into his mouth and slurped
heavily. In two minutes of heavy sucking Mark expertly sucked the youth
off, swallowing down the youth's creamy load. For a brief moment as he
looked at the half naked boy lying across his kitchen table he thought
about fucking Justin.

Justin sprawled back half naked lying across the table making no attempt to
get dressed. His cock slowly deflated leaving a small trail of cum slime
across his thick curl of bleached pubes.

"No chance of a fuck is there?" he pleaded, "it's been so long since we."

Mark cut him short, "It was last Wednesday; that's two days ago, you turned
up here after a nearby delivery and demanded that not only I fuck you but
when you found I had a guest you insisted that he fucked you too."

"Oh yeah," grinned Justin, "how could I forget that," and he wriggled his
hips seductively. "Perhaps I could come back after I've finished work?"

"Uh-uh," said Mark, "I may not be here then, once the boy finishes his work
I'm going to drop him home and take off for the night."

"Oh right," Justin said petulantly as he dressed.

Mark saw him to the door. As he turned to go Justin leaned forward and
kissed Mark, as he put his helmet on he cocked his head on one side and
said, "You're gonna fuck the boy aren't you?"

Mark folded his arms across his chest, his robe was still open and his cock
pulsed, leaking pre-cum from the tip. "Yes," he said, "if I get the chance
then yes." He shrugged his shoulders.

"How old is he then?" asked Justin getting ready to ride on his bike.

"Fourteen," replied Mark.

"Looks a lot younger but then I lost mine at ten so I suppose I can't say
anything," said Justin smugly.

"Lost," laughed Mark, "sold I believe is the correct expression."

"Oh yeah," grinned Justin, "bought me two weeks holiday. If only I'd know
how much it was worth I'd have been made for life. Still if you need any
help?" he wriggled suggestively.

"I'll bear it in mind," smiled Mark, "bye Justin."

Mark closed the door and placed the pizza in the oven to keep warm and
decided it would be better if he put some clothes on. Donny was still
engrossed in his game so Mark quietly slipped upstairs to dress. Once
clothed he came back down and set out a couple of trays so they could eat
their pizza whilst watching MTV on the television.

"Pizza's up," he announced setting the tray's down. "Come on Donny time you
had a rest from that computer."

Donny, who had just been killed for the umpteenth time, looked up, grinned
and paused the game. "Great," he smiled, "I'm starving."

They sat together on the sofa, stuffing themselves with pizza and in
Donny's case coke and in Mark's case coffee as well. As the pizza got
slightly smaller, Mark had ordered a huge one that they could pick at later
on if Donny felt hungry; they slowed and began to talk. Mark opened up his
planned attempt at seduction.

"So Donny how did you lose the lisp and so lost Domy?"

"Oh that," Donny paused to burp, "pardon me, it turned out that the braces
I had to wear were causing the lisp. All the dentist did was to alter the
braces and the lisp disappeared so by the time I got to BA's after the
school holidays (BA being the nickname that Bartholomew's Academy, Donny's
school was known as) the lisp had been forgotten and as there were so many
more new boys and girls, my old mates never remembered my old nickname. I
was real glad that happened; only Dad really calls me Domy now, I don't
mind him doing it and sometimes I don't mind you doing it."

"Does your lack of height cause you problems at all?"

"Its a pain," Donny grimaced, "I know its going to happen sometime but I'm
the smallest boy in school, even the first years are bigger than me. My dad
says he was short until he was eighteen and he says his uncle my
granduncle, he lives in Ireland didn't sprout until he was twenty-one."

"I suppose you get teased a lot about it," sympathised Mark.

"I did at first and also when the new kids start but I'm strong and tough
so they soon learn not to tease me, see my muscles," Donny bunched his
fists but his oversized t-shirt got in the way. "Sod these t-shirts, mum
always buy me stuff to grow into but I don't know when I'm gonna grow, I
know they're fashionable and all the other kids wear them but she never
gets them in my size," Donny complained, slipping off his t-shirt.

Once again he bunched his fists and Mark revelled in the sight of the boys
almost naked body now sat in front of him. At Donny's invitation Mark felt
the boys muscles and was impressed by the hidden strength, he continued to
stroke the boy's body enjoying the feeling of the teenagers satin smooth
skin. Gently he caressed the boys chest, circling his nipples like previous
night, at this Donny giggled saying 'tickles' as they both watched his
nipples engorge and harden under Mark's delicate touch.

Mark continued to watch admiring the strength and beauty in the boys
muscles as Donny showed off his physique, the boy appeared to be happy to
show off his body and Mark suddenly realized that perhaps the lad had never
had the chance to do this, his mates would have ignored him, dismissing it
as 'showing off'' and his family would probably have ignore his posturing.

"My legs are good too," boasted Donny and stretched into a legs akimbo
pose, "oh sod it, these shorts don't give," and to Mark's amazement he
slipped the shorts off and began displaying himself dressed in just his
over sized tartan check boxers. Mark alternated from admiring Donny's poses
to staring intensely at the fly of the boxers, hoping for the smallest
glimpse of the boys cock, but despite the various poses, the boxers were
too large to reveal anything, they kept folding and refolding just when it
seemed the fly was about to open.

Donny put his right foot on the sofa and Mark was invited to feel all along
his legs. Mark now very aroused leant forward carefully and slid his hand
up and down Donny's legs, first one then the other, sliding his hand under
the boxers, at one point he was just two inches from Donny's groin when the
boy changed position yet again.

At last the boy stood still his hands on his hips showing off his stomach
muscles, Mark then passed one hand down over the beginnings of Donny's
six-pack and slid his hand just under the waistband of the boxers. He felt
one of Donny's pubic hairs tickle the tip of his little finger. Mark left
his hand there enjoying the thrill of the availability of the boys
beautiful toned physique.

"Do you work out then?" asked Mark, wondering how the boy had managed to
improve his body.

"Yup," Donny grinned, "got me a programme off the 'net. Mr Roberts the
Sportsmaster knows, he controls it for me and he discusses my diet with mum
but so far it has done the job. I can run real fast, I've got good stamina
and I can give as good a punch as I get. Mr Roberts hopes it will speed my
growth correctly when it happens or 'kicks in' as he puts it."

Mark slid his hand out of Donny's boxers and gently cupped the boy between
the legs he could feel the small lump of the boys cock and his balls.

"Lots of changes since I last taught you," he said risking another intimate
squeeze, "last time I saw you like this you were in briefs."

"I hate these," said Donny looking down at the hand cupping his groin, "but
mum buys all my clothes and these things are just so loose. I prefer stuff
like my pyjama shorts, closer fitting, feels nicer in some way."

"Then why not wear the pyjama shorts?" queried Mark wonderingly.

"No fly to pee with," replied Donny, "and if you'll excuse me I need to do
that," and off he scampered.

As the boy disappeared towards the downstairs toilet Mark sat up, something
Donny had said made him recall that he'd taken Justin shopping when the boy
had stayed with him for a couple of months and he was sure that the boy had
left some stuff behind because they were the wrong size. Quickly he headed
up to the guest room and checked the bottom drawer where he kept things he
thought might come in useful, near the bottom he found what he'd been
looking for and headed back downstairs.

Donny was now standing by the sofa, still flexing his muscles.

"Hey tiger," smiled Mark, "my nephew left these behind, they any good?" and
he handed Donny the packet of mixed underwear.

Donny pulled out the first pair, they were a tiny pair of red bikini
briefs, followed by a black pair of briefs, then two pairs, one grey the
other blue, of cotton boxer trunks. Donny held these up looking at them
with interest.

"Wow these are cool," he said and looked inside the packet, "Hmm says
they're for ten-year olds, but," he held up the blue pair against his
boxers, "I'll just give them a try," and looking at Mark added, "if that's
all right with you?"

"Sure, my nephew doesn't need them, he's seventeen now. I think he chose
them for the colours and just picked the wrong size. Go on try them on,"
said Mark hoping that Donny would choose the red bikini briefs.

Donny picked up the red ones, "These are a great colour," he said raising
Mark's hopes and then he put them down and picked up the blue ones, "but
these remind me of my pyjama shorts only with a fly, I'll try these," and
to Mark's great disappointment he turned his back on Mark, dropped his
boxers, admittedly giving Mark a great view of his naked taut backside, but
denying Mark a look at his cock.

Donny stood up buttoning as he went and turned around.

Mark let out a whistle, Donny looked terrific; the blue trunks fitted him
perfectly, tight across his tummy and really showed off his packet. Donny
looked down and then at his reflection in the window.

"There's a mirror in the hall," said Mark. Donny flashed past him and as
Mark tidied up the trays he could hear cries of delight as Donny posed this
way and that way. At last the beaming boy reappeared and stood in front of
Mark turning this way and that.

"Wow these are so cool," he cried and began his posing routine again.

"They are quite a snug fit," said Mark, stroking his hand down the fly
front and again cupping the now more prominent bulge, "not too tight here
are they?" he asked squeezing Donny's genitals again, "don't want anything
down here hurt do we."

"Nah, they're great," grinned Donny, "they even make my dick look
bigger. Not as big as Mike's brother Ron, he's got a huge one, but dad says
mine will grow as well. I just have to wait."

"Really," said Mark encouraged by Donny's remarks and he slipped a finger
inside the waistband pulling it slightly forward, "not too tight across
here, you need to be able to breathe after all?" again it was too dark down
there to see anything.

"Nope," Donny took a deep breath, "see," he said, "easy-peasy," and he
darted away dancing around the sofa.

Mark settled for the next part of his plan. "Now whilst I finish tidying up
how about you get back on the computer and do some work and," he gave Donny
'the look', "no games this time, eh?"

Donny looked at Mark, "Busted," he said.

"Busted," nodded Mark.

Mark took the trays into the kitchen and washed everything up, made himself
a cup of coffee and returned to the living room with a glass of new ice for
Donny's coke. To his surprise and delight Donny was sat at the computer but
dressed only in his new briefs.

"You sure you're not too cold dressed like that?" asked Mark concerned.

"Nah," replied Donny, "I don't feel cold and these look so cool. Oh great
ice cheers Mark,"

They clinked glass against cup and drank.

"So how have you been getting on then?" asked Mark.

Donny had not wasted any time since Mark had spoken to him and had produced
a good range of basic information, well referenced and was starting to
build up information about his family's movements.

"Well done that's much better than Demon Driver," smiled Mark, patting
Donny's bare thigh.

"Sorry about that," apologised Donny, "but your system is so cool and the
graphics are miles better than ours."

"Yeah," grinned Mark but games play better on the big screen TV."

"Cor!" exclaimed Donny, looking round at the TV, "you mean you can play
them on that. Wow!"

"Well you do a good job and we'll see how good a Demon Driver you really
are," laughed Mark. "Now as part of your project I wondered if you wanted
to have a look at some sites that explain about late growth development. I
did a little research myself and came up with a small list of interesting
sites with some good information."

"That sounds a neat idea," said Donny, "I've always wondered about it, I
know dad keeps saying it will happen but he doesn't seem to have much of an
understanding about it himself and I really would like to know more."

Mark put up the list of sites he'd previously researched; just as he was
about to explain about them Donny's mobile phone rang and he had to leave
his seat to locate his phone that was in the pocket of his shorts. Mark
thought he looked delectable standing there in the tight trunks.

"Its mum." said Donny with disappointment in his voice. "Hi mum," he said,
"Oh no, not now," there was a brief gap, "Oh I see," he looked at Mark, "I
don't know," he nodded his head and passed the phone to Mark, "she wants so
speak to you," he said, "there's a problem I may have to go home earlier."

"Hi Mrs Whelan," said Mark wonderingly.

"Oh Mr Chapman, I'm sorry to have to bother you, it's just that well
Siobhan Donny's sister on hearing that he had gone round to you has gone
out with her friends and has just told me, " she sounded annoyed, "that
she's staying out overnight."

"Oh," said Mark, "er how is that a problem."

"Well, er look I'm sorry but I'd arranged to go out with friends tonight
myself on the basis that Siobhan would be here to keep an eye on Donny. We
don't like to leave him at home alone, he's been a bit of a problem in the
past, regretfully he got into the drinks cupboard on more than one occasion
and drank more than any boy of his age should, he even allowed his friend
who was staying overnight to get drunk and we had an embarrassing time
explaining it to his friends parents, who I must admit were not very happy
about it, it nearly cost Donny his friendship, you can see now why he's
being kept to a strict timetable at the moment. Anyway to explain, this
means that no one will be here when you were meant to bring Donny home, as
my daughter has let me down."

"So what do you want me to do?" asked Mark confused as to Mary's purpose.

"I'm not going to get back much before midnight myself, possibly later but
no later than one am."

"Well if you like he could stay overnight here," suggested Mark his mind
reeling with the possibilities; Donny was engrossed in the computer his
eyes glued to the screen.

"That's kind of you but you can appreciate that as Donny is sort of
grounded at the moment, then we can't really agree that."

"Then what should I do?" asked Mark even more confused.

"If you could bring him home shortly then he can stay with his uncle, I'm
going out with my sister tonight so when I do come home he can go home with
me," explained Mary.

"Well if that's what you want then I'll be happy to do it," said Mark, "but
I do have one more suggestion."

"Oh really what can you suggest Mr Chapman?" asked Mary, now she was
confused.

"Well why don't I bring Donny home at the original time, put him to bed and
stay at the house until you get there, I've no plans and it seems more
sensible than having Donny's sleep being disturbed."

"Oh," said Mary, "I never thought of that. Oh yes, that is ideal, it solves
the problem easily," she sounded relieved, "Donny hates having to stay with
his uncle, he teases him about his height. Are you sure you don't mind?"

Mark looked at the semi naked boy, "Oh no Mrs Whelan, not at all."

"Right then, that's all okay after all, Oh better check he has his keys to
get in?" Mary suggested.

"Donny do you have your house keys?" Mark asked.

Donny got up to check and pulled his keys from his shorts pocket.

"Yes Mrs Whelan its fine he has his house keys," replied Mark.

"Well as long as you are sure then I would be very, very grateful, you've
done so much to help and this is beyond the call of duty," Mary sounded
much happier now.

"Not a problem Mrs Whelan," said Mark.

"Again thank you Mr Chapman and I'll see you later tonight, again thanks
and goodbye," said Mary hanging up.

Mark looked at Donny, who looked back unhappily, "Am I going to my uncles
then?" he asked apprehensively.

"No," said Mark, "I'm still taking you home at the same time but I'm going
to have to stay there until your mother gets home. I did offer to let you
stay over but I understand that you've been grounded for drunkenness."

"Oh she told you about that," Donny said in a small voice.

"Donny don't you realise the dangers in drinking at your age, I always
thought you were a sensible lad, a bit clumsy sure, a lot of boys are but
drinking."

"I know," said Donny tearfully, "I got fed up with being teased by my uncle
about my height, both times I got drunk on my own was because I'd had to
stay with him and he really laid it into me. The third time was when Mike
stayed over, my parents thought with a mate in the house I would be okay,
they trusted me but I wanted to impress Mike, his brother had let us have a
couple of beers when I'd stayed over there so I opened the drinks cupboard
and well, Mike and I had a drinking competition and we both lost. Gosh I
was soo sick afterwards but Mike well he was drunk for two days. His mother
was livid, she always reminds me about it whenever I get to stay over at
Mikes, 'course he's not allowed to stay over with me," Donny was crying
now.

Mark pulled the boy into his arms and caressed him. Donny leaned into him
and cried his tears as Mark stroked his back. At last the boy stopped
heaving and Mark released him. He stroked the tear-strewn face wiping away
the traces with his fingertips.

"Hey come on now," he said pulling Donny's face upwards to look at him,
"here we don't want tears on those new briefs of yours do we," he joked
using his other hand to ping the waistband of Donny's briefs. Donny giggled
and Mark did it again only this time he pulled the waistband harder and
slightly downwards; he was rewarded with the sight of a few dark curly
hairs before he had to let go and the waistband snapped hard against
Donny's stomach. Donny laughed and rubbed the spot.

"Hey that's not fair," he giggled.

Mark made a grab for the boys briefs saying, "Perhaps we ought to take them
off to make sure you don't ruin them," he managed to half drag them down on
the one side.

Donny saved his modesty with a huge grin and darted away, "Oh no you
don't," he laughed.

Mark resisted the urge to chase after the boy and rip the briefs off. "Hmm
I see you are obviously better now. Well I'm going to get some more coffee
and I'll bring you some more ice whilst you get on with your work, okay?"
he said.

Donny smiled back, "Sure Mark," he said and added, "thanks for making me
feel better."

Mark made himself some more coffee in the kitchen and got some more ice for
Donny, he also put some chocolate biscuits on a plate and took everything
through to the living room. Donny was sat at the computer giggling away and
Mark could see that the boy had finally found the site he'd planned for.

"What's so funny?" he asked setting down the tray.

"Oh this is site it's so funny," said Donny, "just look at that."

Mark looked, the screen showed a picture of a man's limp cock, curled round
like an egg in a nest.

"Where did you get that from?" he asked, "I'm not sure its suitable for a
boy your age to be looking at."

Oh but its so funny, just look at some of these tiny dicks," laughed Donny,
"and the comments that people have placed on the site, I don't understand
them all but they are just as funny. See here this guy says 'its more of a
rooster than a cock that laid this egg' it sounds funny but I don't
understand it really, perhaps I should enlarge the picture in case I am
missing part of it." Donny did so and the reason became clear as the icon
he clicked produced another picture of the same cock only this time it was
erect and in this case it was a monster dick.

"Oh," said Donny and it was a long awed 'Oh', "now I see." and he quickly
clicked back and forth on some previous pictures now seeing the cocks erect
and limp.

"Donny I'm not sure you should be looking at this," said Mark, "I thought
I'd left that site of the list, I only looked at it because the site was
called the longandtheshortofit.com and I thought I was relevant to your
condition."

Donny giggled, "It's only dicks Mark, and I've seen worse on the net. All
my mates have, we swap details at school, just wait till I tell 'em about
this one, it's a hoot."

"Oh I suppose the damage has been done then," said Mark easing himself into
the seat beside Donny. "Have you looked at 'Strider's' entry."

Donny looked at Mark and clicked on the suggested page. He studied the
picture and clicked to the erect picture, he then clocked back and forth
and then he said, "It can't be, no it can't be," and a look of amazement
came over his face. "It is," he said.

"Is it?" said Mark, "I don't know him but I wasn't sure, it was the
background that gave it away for me."

"Yeah same for me," agreed Donny, "well blow me fancy that Mr Walker's put
a picture of his dick on the net. Oh boy my mates are really going to enjoy
this. Mind you I think my dick is bigger than his. In fact I'm sure of it,"
Donny studied the picture.

"Are you sure its him?" asked Mark.

"Must be," replied Donny, "look there in the background you can just make
out the edge of his lectern he uses. I remember the little crack on that
side. The rest is carefully screened but that bit is very clear."

"So you think your dick is bigger than his?" chided Mark carefully.

"Definitely," insisted Donny.

"We could always put a picture of it on the site so we can make a proper
comparison," suggested Mark.

"Can we?" said Donny excitedly, "that would be terrific, and one in the eye
for my mates, hey perhaps we could all get our dicks in pics," at that
Donny began to laugh even more.

Mark placed his hand between Donny's legs and squeezed him harder than he
had done so far, Donny laughed even more, Mark let his hand there squeezing
gently, Donny appeared to ignore the intrusion and was clicking on other
images.

"Course there's only one problem with putting your picture on the net,"
said Mark.

"What's that?" replied Donny, still clicking away, "no camera I suppose."

"No, the cameras in the drawer under the keyboard," explained Mark, "but
the problem is its not just one pic is it, there has to be two."

"Oh," said Donny and turned to look at Mark, "Ohhhhhh," he sighed, that
mean's I'd have to."

"Yes," laughed Mark, "and I'm not sure that would be a good idea. I mean
your mates would see your cock while you were having a hardon."

Donny clicked back to the page in question and he continued to click
between the two pictures.

"It's not really a problem," he said, "I've seen Mikes dick when he's got a
hardon, he's seen mine and I've seen his brothers, he's huge."

"Really?" said Mark.

"Well some of us compare sizes in the showers and on sleepovers," explained
Donny.

"I can't believe that you've got a bigger dick than your teacher," Mark put
on the pressure.

"Yes it is," insisted Donny, and stood up pulling down his briefs, "see for
yourself."

Mark stared at the boys cock which was now directly in line with his
face. Donny's uncut limp cock was about three inches long and about an inch
and a half round, it overhung a cute hairless set of tight looking balls
and there was a small ring of curly black pubes encircling the base of the
cock. It looked and smelt delectable. The foreskin was wrinkled and covered
the tip of the cock completely and Mark had to resist the urge to grab it,
pull back the foreskin and kiss it and suck it straightaway.

Mark looked from the screen to the cock in front of him it did look
slightly bigger.

"See," demanded Donny.

"You know I think you're right," mused Mark and putting up his hand, "may
I," he said and gently took Donny's cock in his hand and shaped it to the
same position as the one on the screen. Carefully he manipulated it to
match the picture, it was definitely larger looking.

"Well," demanded Donny.

"Yes," I agree nodded Mark.

"Told you so," said Donny triumphantly and sat down, he did not bother to
pull his briefs back up.

Mark laughed and put his hand back on Donny's cock and began to stroke it.

"What about the other picture?" he smiled, "is it bigger when its hard than
your teachers?"

Donny clicked on the other picture and studied it. "Yes," he stated flatly.

"So how do I compare it," giggled Mark, still gently stroking the limp
flesh.

Donny looked down at his cock, "I'm not sure it wants to get hard," he
said.

"Perhaps I can help," sighed Mark and leaning forward he kissed the
wrinkled tip and in a quick movement sucked the dormant tube of flesh into
his eager mouth.

Donny sat amazed and almost stood up but as Mark's expert mouth began to
work its warm magic his cock began to thicken. 'Wow' thought Donny, 'so
many times he'd heard the senior boys talking about how good it felt to
have your cock sucked and he'd seen pictures and videos of it on the
internet but 'WOW' again, this was a truly amazing feeling'. He found
himself unable to move, not just because Mark was holding him in place but
also because he did not want the fabulous sensation, the amazing feelings
to end. Donny sat back in his chair and watched astounded as Mark's head
and hand and mouth bobbed up and down on his now fully engorged and engaged
cock.

Mark slurped and licked and sucked with all his full experience. He knew
that at any time Donny could stop him and he desperately wanted to make the
boy cum and swallow his sperm before that happened. Mark used his tongue to
increase the sensations and his fingers to manipulate the hard tube of
boyflesh willing it to explode in his mouth.

Donny sat there his brain reeling as the new sensations he was feeling
rolled over and over him. What Mr Chapman was doing to him was wonderful,
it felt sensational and he didn't want it to stop. No wonder the senior
boys were always going on about having their cock sucked. Donny felt his
orgasm approaching, 'No not yet' he thought, 'this is too good' but try as
he might he knew he could not stop the inevitable.

Mark felt the boy lurch beneath him, felt his writhing and knew the boy was
about to blow. He sucked harder and squeezed Donny's cock with his hands
and caressed the cute hairless balls.

"Urrggghh, er Mr Chapman," gurgled Donny as one the most intense orgasms of
his young life coursed through his body and his fourteen-year old body
ejaculated heavily into Mark's so wiling and expectant mouth. Five hard
shots of boycum spat into Mark's throat, boycum that was sweet and
succulent and Mark eagerly swallowed all the boy could give.

Donny slumped on the chair, his hands which had been curled into balls as
he'd exploded now hung limp by his side, his chest heaved with deep breaths
as his heart and lungs coped with the excitement he had just experienced;
Donny had often wondered what drained actually meant and now for the first
time he had first hand knowledge of what it could mean.

Donny had wanked off before, in fact he did it regularly in the shower in
the morning before school and sometimes when he took a shower for other
reasons, he didn't do it in bed much because of the need to hide the spunk;
he had not worked out a convenient method of hiding it from his mother and
his father who in their turn had not realised their boy was becoming a man.

"Oh Mr Chapman," Donny gurgled, still on a high; although his cock had now
gone limp he was still experiencing the after shock of heightened orgasm.

Mark had left the boys cock slip from his mouth; he felt immensely
satisfied, Donny's spunk had been worth the trouble but he was now prepared
to face the consequences, he also knew he wanted more. He looked up at
Donny and they made eye contact. As he looked at Donny, the boy blushed.

Mark sat up and softly kissed the boy on the lips, noting that the boy was
still hot to touch. Donny pressed back and Mark was conscious the boy was
an inexperienced kisser.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Donny smiled and looked down, then a look of bewilderment came over his
face, "Where is it?" he asked confused, "What happened to the jism?"

Mark laughed softly, "Your cum is delicious," he said by way of
explanation.

Donny looked at him an odd look on his face, "You mean, you, you, you ate
it?"

"Yes," said Mark, "its the most delicious cum I've ever tasted," and he
gently squeezed a small bubble of Donny's cum onto his finger from Donny's
cock and held it out to Donny. Donny drew back and watched fascinated as
Mark licked his cum coated finger.

"I didn't know you could eat it," he said incredulously and then moaned as
Mark bent down and slowly, carefully sucked the limp tube of flesh back
into his mouth sucking gently to coax the last few dregs of boycum out of
Donny's tubes.

"Ohhh," Donny moaned twitching with pleasure as he felt his foreskin being
eased back by Mark's tongue and the tip licking across his cockslit. Mark
sat up and replaced his mouth with his hand, caressing and stroking the
boy's cock. Donny sighed and stretched with pleasure.

"Feel good Domy?" asked Mark, kissing him gently on the lips again. Donny
kissed back only this time he was aware of an odd taste on Mark's lips, it
dawned on him that it was probably his own sperm he was tasting. "Didn't
they teach you at school its full of vitamins?" added Mark.

Mark now began to kiss the boy all over, nibbling at his nipples, sucking
across his stomach, licking, sucking and nibbling at his lips and all the
time he played with the boys cock. Donny being the teenager he was began to
get hard again and Mark responded, extending his mouth and lip action to
the throbbing boymeat.

This time Mark took it slow, Donny lost in this new world of sensational
sensation and fabulous feelings, writhed and wriggled and moaned and
groaned as his pleasure mounted and mounted. Already he was well past the
peak he had achieved the first time and now his whole body was tingling, he
could feel his toes curling, his back arching: he was even sure he could
feel his hair rising on the nape of his neck, no not just his neck but all
over his head. Even his teeth tingled and he could feel a tickling
sensation at the tip of his finger and toenails. His balls felt hot and
cool at the same time, Marks mouth felt so hot and smooth and 'velvety'
Donny felt himself trembling with pleasure as his passion rose and rose and
rose.

At last Donny erupted, his ejaculation this time was immense, although
there were only four heavy shots of boycum, they felt like hard bullets, no
rockets as they left his cockslit, he could feel the semen being fired from
his very depths and he gasped, his heart shuddering as he climaxed. Again
Mark calmed him down, sucking gently to slurp all he could from the now
empty boy balls.

Donny was now limp and felt shattered but immensely happy and alive,
despite the fact he did not seem to have the power to move. Mark carefully
picked him up and placed him on the sofa where Donny sank back into the
cushions, stretching languorously, still on a high sensual plateau. Mark
sat alongside and slipped an arm underneath him and cuddled the boy against
him. As they sat, Mark whispering sweet nothings and lovingly caressing and
kissing the boy as he drifted dreamily through his recovery.

Donny suddenly twitched and began to show signs of life. He yawned,
stretched again and laid back on the sofa his arms behind his head.

"Still feel good?" asked Mark.

"Oh Yeah," smiled Donny, "Mr Chapman that was awesome."

"Please call me Mark,"

"Oh yeah, sorry Mark that was amazing, wow."

Mark ruffled the boys hair, it stood on end.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he said. "Now how about you show me just how good a
Demon Driver you are."

"You bet!" exclaimed Donny.

Mark rigged up the link to play the game on the plasma and soon both of
them were battling on the road desperately trying to out do each
other. After one game each Mark suggested they finish off the pizza and
Donny discovered that sex made him hungry and they tucked into the
re-warmed leftovers with gusto. Every now and again Mark would touch and
caress Donny's body, keeping his senses enflamed. Finally they sat back,
the pizza now gone and drank the last of the coke.

Mark cleaned up as Donny helped tidy up ready for the decider. The battle
was fast and furious and while Donny had the faster reactions, Mark was the
more devious and in the end Mark's deceptive abilities won over and Donny
crashed out of the game.

"You're good," admitted Donny, "I think you could even beat Mike's brother
Ron and I know he's better than me."

"Why thank you," smiled Mark.

"This plasma TV is awesome," said Donny, "and the games play really well on
the huge screen. I wish we had one, gee Mike and my other mates are going
to be so jealous when I tell 'em about this."

"And what about the other thing," giggled Mark as he rubbed his finger
across the tip of Donny's semi-hard cock, "what are you going to tell them
about that."

Donny blushed as he watched Mark's gentling finger.

"I forgot about that," he said and then he looked at Mark, "does my cum
really taste that good?"

"Oh yes," smiled Mark, "definitely one of the best I have ever tasted. Its
spicy sweet, not bitter like some, in fact it's just like you, young,
fresh, sweet and spicy."

Donny blushed redder, "I'm not sure I can say anything to my mates, I liked
doing it but I don't think they need to know, do they?"

  "Nah," laughed Mark and kissed Donny softly on his sweet lips.

Donny startled, "Oh I need to pee again," he said and shot off.

When he came back he noticed that Mark had placed some things on the table,
he looked at them curiously and took his place on the sofa.

Mark again kissed him gently and Donny responded kissing back.

"I want to ask you a favour," said Mark, "as I've said your cum or spunk
whatever you call it is very tasty."

Donny nodded and looked at Mark.

"But you will soon have to go home and I would like it if you would let me
have some of your cum so that I would have some in the morning," Mark
indicated the beaker with a lid on it that sat on the table.

"Oh," said Donny looking down at his now limp cock, "I don't know if there
is any there. I do feel sorta empty like."

Mark took Donny's balls in his hands, they felt hot, "Oh, I'd say they have
been working away," he cocked his head on one side, "it might be fun to
try?"

Donny giggled and put his hand on his cock, "Okay, I'll give it a go," he
said.

"Please," sighed Mark lifting Donny's hand away, "let me."

Donny stared at Mark and then looked at Mark's hand on his cock. Trembling
he sank back into the sofa. At fourteen Donny was not an accomplished
wanker, he knew how to rub himself but had not really experimented with
different methods, usually it was just a matter of getting himself off in
the morning so he was unprepared for what now happened as Mark began to
caress his cock and stroke it in ways Donny had never imagined.

Mark reached for the bottle of lubrication he put on the table and coated
Donny's cock with a good dollop. Donny tensed and gasped at this extra
sensation, he found himself writhing and wriggling just as much as when
Mark had sucked his cock, this was just as good in its own way and he found
a part of him was studying what Mark was doing so that he could do the same
sort of stuff himself. He gasped as Mark held his cock in his palm, his
foreskin completely down and the sensation of Mark's hand against his
exposed and lubricated cockhead was awesome, amazing.

Donny felt his toenails curling and his pubes straightening as Mark fisted
his cock with hard deliberate strokes, Donny gasping with pleasure on each
downward movement. Donny melted into the sofa as Mark manipulated his cock
and balls, moaning and groaning as he twitched. At the last he jerked
thrusting hard into the air as Mark captured the four shots of boycum in
the beaker. Gasping he laid back as Mark deftly milked the last dribbles
from his deflating cock.

"Wow," was all he said.

Mark kissed him, "Thank you," he said, and slipped the lid on the beaker
and left to put it in the fridge.

On his return they lay on the sofa, idly watching MTV as Donny
recovered. Mark sat beside him, stroking and caressing the now responsive
body. Again he kissed Donny, the boy responding clumsily as before.

"Would you like me to teach you how to kiss?" whispered Mark.

"Would you?" replied Donny, "I, I just don't know much."

Mark now showed the boy how to kiss and soon they were exchanging more and
more passionate kisses as once again Mark enflamed the boy. Donny threw
himself into the kissing practise; he was desperate to learn how to kiss
properly. He sucked at Mark's probing tongue as it invaded his mouth and in
turn probed Mark's hot sucking mouth. He learnt how nice it was to lick
lips as well as kiss them and how good it felt to have a wriggling tongue
inside your mouth and how good it felt to do it to someone else.

Mark now worked down Donny's body to where the boy's cock was now once
again hard. Donny moaned in expectation, once again gasping with delight as
his cock sank deep into Mark's mouth. In this position instinctively he
opened his legs and Mark given the extra access now sucked Donny's cute
hairless balls into his mouth as well. Donny shivered in delight at this
new sensation and began to thrust into Mark's mouth. 'Oh wow, Oh wow, wow,
wow' he thought as he again shuddered and trembled and blasted another
three shots of warm boycum into Mark's mouth. Mark, delighted that the boy
had managed to cum again cleaned up the boy's leaking cock. Sitting up he
stared at the pliant boy, Donny looked up with a new depth in his eyes and
he shivered at the look in Mark's eyes, anticipating something, knowing
something else was happening.

Abruptly Mark's watch alarm went off. "Oh," Mark said with disappointment,
"time to get you home."

"Do I have to?" he said peevishly, knowing he'd just missed out on
something.

Mark kissed him and said, "You're supposed to be grounded."

"But," Donny did not move.

Mark took Donny's damp cock in his hands, it looked like a little worm, "Of
course, you know," he smiled, "I do have to put you to bed," and he sexily
eased the slimy foreskin down and kissed the tip of the exposed cock-head.

Donny felt his cock lurch, "Ohhhhhh," and he began to move.

As he gathered his clothes and his things, Mark got himself ready he turned
just as Donny began to dress.

"No need for clothes," he said.

"What!" said Donny halting as he was about to put his t-shirt on.

"Well no-one will be able to see you get into the car and as its dark no
one will be able to see into the car as we drive back to your house and
once we are there I'm sure no one will be looking out, especially if I
carry you."

Donny stood still for a moment, thinking and then his hands dropped and he
began putting his clothes into his bag. In the hall way he put his trainers
into the bag whilst Mark opened the car door and stood on the doorstep
naked. Mark locked the door behind him and lifted the naked boy in his arms
and carried him to the car. In the car Donny settled himself in, feeling
odd with just the seat belt touching his naked flesh. Mark leaned over and
cupped Donny's genitals as he gave him a quick kiss.

"Ready?" he said, squeezing Donny's balls. Donny nodded.

As they drove Donny said, "I don't think I did much work after all."

"Too much Demon Driver," smiled Mark, he reached over and caressed Donny
between the legs, "you could always come over tomorrow unless you have any
plans?"

"Well I was going to go out with Mike, but his father decided to take him
and his brother away for a few days so I won't see him until he gets back
on Wednesday, that's why I wanted to come around tonight to do my work so
I'd be able to do stuff with Mike when he got back," explained Donny.

"In that case I'll pick you up at eight in the morning," decided Mark.

"Okay by me," said Donny.

At Donny's house there was a moment of panic as Donny had to stand naked on
the doorstep of his house whilst they searched his bag for the keys that
had dropped out of his shorts pocket. Donny felt naked and exposed but
found it also exciting and arousing. He wondered if his friend Mike had
even done nude stuff.

Inside the house Mark, gently slapped Donny on the backside. "Ready for
bed," he commanded and went to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. He sat
in the living room watching the television and reliving the night's events.

"I'm ready," he heard a shy voice and turned to see a freshly showered
Donny in his blue pyjama shorts and light blue t-shirt. Mark got up and
followed the boy into his bedroom.

"I need to check you have cleaned you teeth," he said and began French
kissing the boy. "Good," he said breaking off the kiss, "I can see you have
cleaned them."

Donny giggled and turned towards his bed.

"Wait," said Mark and began to lift the t-shirt, "I began sleeping nude
when I was ten," he said, throwing the t-shirt into a corner and bending
down he pulled the tight shorts off, lifting Donny's legs out one by one,
"I think its time you did so too."

"But what if mum asks?" began Donny lost for an excuse.

"Tell her it's your allergy," said Mark simply and he picked up the naked
boy and carried him to the bed where he laid him down on the sheet, pushing
the duvet to one side. The boy smelt delicious a combination of soap and
toothpaste and a hint of an aroma. Mark sniffed deeply.

"Your wearing aftershave," he stated.

Donny blushed, "I wanted to smell good so I nicked a bit of dad's stuff."

Mark kissed him making a note to buy the boy something more suited as his
dad's stuff was too stale for a young boy. Donny lay back on his bed and
Mark wasted no time in sucking the boys limp cock into his mouth.

Donny groaned luxuriously as Mark sucked him to erection. It was a gentle
suck full of little movements and before long Mark had milked two spurts of
boycum from the boy giving him a gentle sleep inducing orgasm.

"Oh that was soo nice," whispered Donny as they shared goodnight kiss and
Mark felt the boy was almost asleep by the time he left the room.

 Downstairs Mark made his plans for Donny's further seduction and drank his
coffee. Once again he relived the day's events and then on the stroke of
midnight he gave in to his base needs and slipped back upstairs to Donny's
room.

Inside the boy was sleeping on his side facing away from the door. Mark
moved around to the other side of the bed and knelt down. Carefully he
eased back the duvet to study the sleeping boy's naked body, it was a
beautiful sight and he felt very lucky to have gained so much pleasure with
the prospect of more to come from this delightful loving boy. He bent his
head forward and again sucked the boy's cock into his mouth. Donny grunted
in his sleep and turned slightly onto his back. His cock rose like a rocket
seeking the warm depths of Mark's slurping mouth.

Donny groaned and moaned and writhed, his cock pulsed and throbbed. He fell
right on his back, his legs open wide, twisting and squirming. Again Mark
sucked his hot balls into his mouth along with the boys throbbing
cock. With the boy's legs wide open Mark now released Donny's cock and
licked downwards to Donny's puckered boycunt. Gently he pushed his tongue
into the puckered hole. Donny moaned moving his legs even further
apart. Mark slid his tongue tip even further into the boy and began to lick
and fuck his tongue as Donny wriggled in pleasure.

Mark returned to the leaking boy cock and began to suck it again, faster
and faster. As he came; shooting four streams of pure boy spunk into Marks
throat, Donny woke up his eyes glittered in ecstasy.

"Urgghhhuurg," Donny groaned, Mark sucked up the remnants of Donny's cum
and quickly moved to kiss the boy and quieten him. Donny sighed, his eyes
fluttered, he half responded to the spermy kiss and fell back asleep. Mark
suckled at the boy's nipples and then licked his right
forefinger. Delicately he slid it between Donny's legs and slipped the
first inch inside the boy. Donny muttered and mumbled, twitched then
relaxed. Mark slid his finger in another inch; Donny twitched but made no
other movement, now Mark fucked his finger in and out but Donny simply
breathed in and out, fast asleep. Mark removed his finger and gently kissed
the boy, covered him with the duvet and quietly went back downstairs.

Around one am Mark heard the sound of a car drive up outside, he had been
sitting quietly reading and sipping his coffee but now rose to look out the
window. Seeing that Mary had returned he opened the front door. Mary was
now out of the car and was being supported by another woman.

"Can I help?" Mark called out softly.

The other woman turned, "Oh could you, it's Mr Chapman isn't it?" and as
Mark nodded she continued, "I'm Mary's sister, Bridget, I'm afraid Mary's
not very well. One of the girls decided to buy us all champagne to
celebrate her engagement but I don't think Mary had enough to eat, she's
been a bit naughty, she knows if she's going to have champagne she really
must eat or it goes to her head. Anyway if you could help me get her inside
I'll settle her. It won't be the first time I've done it."

Mark stepped forward and assisted Mary and her sister into the
house. Between them they got her into the living room where she sat down
heavily on the sofa.

"I'm fine mow Bridgy" she slurred, waving her hand in front of her in a
drunken dismissive way.

Bridget sat down beside her and held her hand, "Are you sure Mary, it was
champagne you know."

"Yess, ss, ss, o, orry forgot to eat, will be fine, just need a cup of
tea," slurred Mary.

"I'll do it," said Mark, "while you keep an eye on her, would you like one
too?"

"Oh I'd love one," smiled Bridget, "but my husband is waiting outside and
if its okay with you once Mary has her tea I'll leave. I know she'll be
fine by then. Milk and three sugars for her, she'll need the sugar to help
with the effects of the champagne"

Mark quickly boiled the kettle and made the tea and a coffee for himself
and returned carrying the tea and his coffee. Mary carefully sipped the
tea, she was now wrapped in a blanket and at the first sip a good colour
came into her face.

"That's better," said Bridget, "Look I'll get off, you'll be fine now
Mary."

"'Night Biddy," whispered Mary between sips, "and thanks again, silly of
me."

"Goodnight Mr Chapman," said Bridget, "I must hurry as Ernest will be
anxious, thanks for you help." she kissed her sister and left.

Mary sank back into the sofa, "I'll just sit here for a moment," she said
closing her eyes. Mark rescued the teacup that was in danger of spilling
and placed it on the table.

"I'll just check on Donny," he said, "before I go."

Mary moved the finger of her hand in reply.

Mark quietly slipped upstairs and tiptoed into Donny's room. He stroked
Donny's tousled hair which felt soft to his touch. He bent down intending
to just kiss the boy goodbye but as he did so Donny moved and the duvet
shifted, exposing the boys right nipple. Unable to help himself Mark began
to suckle it and then as it began to harden he kissed down the boys chest
to the waiting cock below. Donny was already hard.

Mark quickly shed his clothes and slipped naked into the boys bed. Donny
grumbled and then cuddled up against Mark, their cocks rubbing up against
each other. Mark kissed the boy who sighed sleepily, muttering
incomprehensibly. Mark caressed Donny for a few minutes and then manoeuvred
him onto his back and straddled him in the classic sixty-nine
position. Donny lay pliant and comatose.

Eagerly Mark sucked the boys leaking cock into his mouth and began to suck
it, at the same time, he slicked a finger and slid it into the boys
hole. Donny trembled. As he sucked Donny's cock and slid his finger in and
out of his hole he also rubbed his own cock against Donny's face, coating
it heavily with his pre-cum.

Further and further he slid his finger in until he could get the whole
digit in, Donny writhed and moaned beneath him and then grumbled and
released three more shots of sperm into Mark's mouth before sighing and
becoming still. Mark slid his finger back out of the boy and altered his
position so that he lay beside the boy, he now moved up the bed so his cock
was alongside Donny's face. As he rubbed his cock across Donny's face, he
watched the boy breathe, his chest falling and rising shallowly. As he came
coating the sleeping boy with seven thick strands of man cum Mark moved to
make sure his cum fell across the boy's body. Two streams landed on Donny's
face, part of one across Donny's lips. The rest landed on Donny's torso, a
strand coating Donny's right nipple. Mark rubbed his sperm covered cock
delicately against Donny's lips.

Mark now squeezed a droplet of his sperm onto his finger and slipped it
between Donny's lips, rubbing it against the boy's teeth. Donny's lips and
tongue moved and he swallowed in his sleep. A further droplet was slid into
Donny's boycunt. Donny made no movement.

"Tomorrow," whispered Mark as he gave Donny a final kiss, covered him with
the duvet and quickly dressed. Back downstairs he checked on the now
sleeping Mary, noticing that her teacup was now empty. He made sure the
note he had written about the next day's arrangements was in plain view and
quietly left for home.

At twenty to eight the next morning Donny woke groggily and tired to the
sound of his mobile. Sitting up he picked at something attached to his
face, 'must have dribbled in the night,' he thought as he answered his
persistent phone. 'its Mr Chapman' he thought looking at the phone and at
that memories of the previous night flooded into his mind. 'Ohhhh' Donny
thought.

"Hello Mr Chapman, er Mark," said Donny answering his phone, "Er yes I'm
fine, feel good. You'll be what, Oh over in twenty minutes, oh yeah, yeah
that's right I'm coming over to your house today. Ok I'll quickly shower,
what no need to shower, er, okay, I'll just get some breakfast then, Yes,
yes I'll be ready for you at eight,"

Donny put the phone down and stretched and scratched and suddenly realised
he was naked. 'my pyjamas?' he wondered and then reddened as further
memories were triggered. Pulling back the duvet he looked down at his body
noticing signs of dried cum on his chest and cock hairs. "'Wow'" he thought
remembering Mark putting him to bed and vaguely aware that something else
had happened.

He became aware his cock had hardened and he gently rubbed it, enjoying the
subtle pleasure. He studied his enlarging knob and eased back the foreskin,
he remembered something Mark had done last night and he licked his fingers
and caressed them against his exposed glans. Intense pleasure surged
through his body and he gasped, 'wow Mark does know his stuff'' he told
himself and then the sight of his phone reminded him that Mark was on his
way. Quickly he moved.

At eight o clock a refreshed but tired Mark parked his car and Donny now
dressed opened the front door.

"I'm just finishing my cereal," he explained as Mark entered, "Mum says
sorry she's not up yet and she also said to say thanks for last night."

Mark followed Donny into the kitchen and sat down beside him at the
table. Donny picked up his spoon and began finishing off his cereal.

"So how are you feeling this morning," said Mark, slipping his hand under
Donny's t-shirt and down inside his shorts and then inside the boys
underwear until he could feel Donny's cock. He noticed the tip was
slimy. "Hmm," he added, "someone woke up with a hardon this morning."

Donny coughed startled by the unexpected intimate touch,

"This is a bit uncomfortable isn't it?" said Mark. Donny his mouth full of
cornflakes and trying not to splutter and cough his breakfast everywhere
nodded. "Stand up then," ordered Mark, Donny complied and Mark pulled the
boys shorts down to his ankles closely followed by his underwear which
turned out to be the blue trunks he'd been given the night before. Donny's
cock sprang free and Mark caressed the thickening tube and the cute tight
balls before saying, "That's better, now sit down." Donny sat back down,
continued with his cereal whilst Mark continued to fondle his teenage tube.

Donny finished his bowl and sank back on his chair and sighed. Mark kissed
him softly on the mouth and then lifted his t-shirt to suck at the boy's
nipple. Donny groaned with pleasure.

"Lets go then if you've finished," said Mark. The boy stood up and Mark
slipped his shorts and trunks off which was easy as the boy was barefoot,
he pulled the t-shirt over the boy's head so he was naked. "Come on clear
away your breakfast stuff." He made Donny for the first time clear up after
himself and as a bonus made him do it naked. "You have a lovely body and a
gorgeous cock and I want to see it all the time, in fact I want everyone to
see it." Donny giggled and tidied, washed and cleared up all his
mess. "Well done," said Mark and bent down and sucked the boy's cock, Donny
gurgled with pleasure.

Mar ruffled the boy's hair as he redressed himself and went to say goodbye
to his mother. Back in the car Mark quickly pulled Donny's shorts and
trunks down and placed his t-shirt so his cock was on display. Donny sank
back against the car seat feeling happy and sexy, and with Mark happy about
Donny's appearance they drove off. Donny enjoyed being driven with Mark's
hand playing with his cock when driving conditions allowed.

Mark suddenly swung the car into the entrance of the nearby park and
stopped the car. "It's no good," he said, "I've just got to taste that
spunk of yours, come on."

"What!"

Donny was confused but pulled up his trunks and shorts and followed Mark
out of the car. Mark locked the car and set off with Donny in tow. Mark
strode down the main path and then darted off towards a copse of trees. He
stopped by he first large one, looked around and then moved on to another,
at last satisfied he stood a mystified Donny against a broad tree trunk.

"This will do," he said.

He bent down and kissed Donny, slipping his tongue into the boy's mouth,
Donny immediately responded. As they kissed Mark slid the boys shorts down
and then he bent down slipped Donny's trainers off, letting the boy stand
barefoot on the grass. Donny's shorts followed and then his trunks. Mark
immediately slicked the boy's cock into his mouth and it rose like a
rocket. Donny gasped with delight and then looked around worried in case
anyone had heard. The birds were singing and in the distance he could hear
the buzz of conversation and the cries of children playing. Donny got
nervous and his cock began to go limp.

"Hey what's the matter?" asked Mark, now on his knees.

"Someone might see or hear," said Donny looking around.

"So what," said Mark, "if they hear anything then they are going to be
jealous and if the see anything they are going to see a gorgeous boy with a
lovely cock being sucked off and that will make them jealous too," smiled
Mark.

Somehow this did the trick and Donny's cock began to thicken. Donny looked
down at Mark's head bobbing backwards and forwards on his cock, it felt
wonderful and he began to moan with pleasure. Mark's hands slid up Donny's
body under his t-shirt and began to tweak and tickle his nipples. Donny
leant back against the tree, his eyes closing as his excitement
mounted. Mark pushed the t-shirt up and over Donny's head; the boy was now
naked and just using the t-shirt to protect his back from the rough bark of
the tree.

Mark began to suck harder and harder, Donny moaned. "Open you legs,"
insisted Mark, Donny did what he was told. Mark licked his finger and began
to rub it against Donny's hole, Donny murmured at the new sensation, then
gasped loudly as Mark's probing finger slid inside him.

"Ohhh wow, wow, wow," he repeated and then his cock blasted, coating Mark's
mouth with five hard shots of boycream. Donny sank back against the tree,
exhausted but exhilarated his feeling heightened by the finger that was
still sliding in and out of his anus. Weakly he grasped Mark's still gently
sucking head with his hands and bent forward to kiss Mark on the top of his
head.

Satisfied he'd sucked the boy dry for the time being Mark slid his finger
out, got up off his knees and kissed the boy hard, slipping his sperm
coated tongue into the boys mouth. Donny noticed the odd taste but kissed
back hard, sliding his tongue into Mark's mouth.

"That's better," smiled Mark, "now that's my kind of breakfast." Donny
giggled and they both leant back against the tree. Mark continued to fondle
the boy.

"How do you feel?" asked Mark.

"Wonderful." sighed Donny.

Mark swung the boy up in his arms, Donny giggled and locked his legs behind
Mark's back and they stood there French-kissing.

"I suppose we have to go," sighed Mark and Donny jiggled in his arms.

"Can we play Demon Driver again," he asked.

"We'll see," sighed Mark nuzzling the boy's cheek. He put Donny down and
the boy started to dress. "No," insisted Mark, "nothing under the t-shirt,
just the trainers and the t-shirt."

Donny looked up worried, "but what if someone sees?" he began.

"I told you before I want everyone to see what a beautiful body you have
and what a delightful cock you have. In fact just put the trainers on for
now."

"But," said Donny scared.

"Don't worry I'm with you," smiled Mark, "look just walk as far as the
path, see there's no one around."

Donny looked around the tree, Mark was right although he could hear the
sound of people he could not see any.

"Okay," he agreed, "just as far as the path then."

Mark picked up Donny's shorts and underwear and his t-shirt and stepped
away from the tree, he held out his hand and Donny trembling stepped
towards him and took his hand, Donny looked around nervously, but there was
no one there. Gaining confidence but holding onto Mark he walked slowly
forward, suddenly excited at being nearly naked in the park. Mark noticed
the change and that Donny's cock had thickened.

"Well done," he said and bending down, sucked the boys cock, sending
shivers of fear and delight down Donny's back; the boy gasped and looked
around as Mark suckled his cock making it grow, almost completely hard.

"Wow!" exclaimed Donny; "I can't believe I've got this hard so soon after
coming."

"It's the open air that does it," smiled Mark.

By the time they got to the path the boys confidence had gown along with
his cock and he was easily persuaded to not only walk along the path but
allowed Mark to suck him, then as they got to the bend Donny heard noises
and they could see some boys coming towards them playing with a football.

"What do we do now?" asked Donny unsure.

Mark whispered, "look just stand off the path and hold you dick like you
were peeing, I'll put your shorts by your feet and it will look like you
just stopped for a pee."

Donny looked at Mark and at the boys, he hesitated for a moment with a
strange expression on his face and then he stepped of the path as Mark had
suggested. Mark placed his shorts at his feet and stood waiting.

The young footballers drew near, shouting and talking and passing the ball
to each other. Mark watched they all appeared to be around ten years of
age, suddenly one called out, ""Mr Chapman." Mark looked closely and
recognised one of his pupils, Danny who he knew was nine.

"Hallo Danny," he said, "enjoying half-term holiday?" Mark recognised some
of the others, they were from his school but not in his class.

"Yes sir, we're practising our football skills for the school team,"
explained Danny.

Mark suddenly realised the group of boys were part of his schools football
team. Donny was getting anxious standing there naked, his cock had gone
slightly limp but was still erect.

"Is he with you?" asked Danny curious about the naked boy with his back to
them, he looked to be peeing but had not moved.

"Oh yes," smiled Mark, "he's one of my old pupils that's helping me with
some work I am doing.. He wanted to pee but then he heard you lot making
all that noisy racket and I think its put him off. Donny," he now called,
"come on over."

Donny stood still not daring to move. Mark walked over and held his hand,
"it's okay," he whispered, "they're all boys."

"But I'm still sorta hard," whispered Donny, "should I put my shorts on?"

"No leave it to me," smiled Mark and picked up Donny's shots and led the
anxious boy forward.

"This is Donny," he said, "excuse the shorts only he doesn't want to get
them wet."

"Hi Donny," the boys said looking at him.

"He's got hair," said one of the other boys. "Look."

"Now, er Marty isn't it? That's not nice," said Mark, "you know through
your lessons at school that as you grow this will happen to you. Donny has
just started getting his hair, which means what Danny."

The boys reverted to classroom mode and hands went up with calls of 'me,'
me.'

Danny said, "it means he's getting ready to produce his seed, his sperms."

"Yes, well done Danny," said Mark and to Donny's amazement he began to
fondle his balls in front of the boys, Donny's cock also began to get
harder. "See boys," added Mark as he stroked Donny's pubic hairs, "see how
different these hairs are from the hair on your head and how Donny's balls
have dropped."

Mark took Danny's hand and placed it on Donny's cock, the nine-year old
examined it closely and felt Donny's hair and balls. Donny stood still
scared but excited. The others now crowded around.

"Stop," commanded Mark, "lets take this off the path, we are causing an
obstruction," and he led the group behind the trees where they could not be
observed, "allright boys now sit down," the boys duly obeyed.

Mark continued, "Now one at a time you can come up and find out the
difference between your balls and Donny's. Danny you can come back up and
we will be able to see how different yours are."

Danny eagerly stepped forward and began to play with Donny's cock and balls
like before. Mark encouraged him to pull back Donny's foreskin to see the
shape of the glans. He then made Danny stand beside Donny and from behind
him he pulled down Danny's shorts and underpants and pulled off his
shirt. Mark now stroked Danny's young cock and balls and was delighted to
see the boy get a hardon. He made Danny step out of his short and pants and
got him to again caress Donny and himself this time to discover the
differences.

One by one the five boys followed Danny and Mark now got them to go around
feeling each other. Mark also joined in and the boys soon recognised that
it was much nicer when he did it to them. Danny was very responsive and
kept trying to push in front of the others to keep Mark rubbing him.

Simon one of the ten-year olds suddenly asked as he played with Donny's
balls, "Sir what does sperms look like?" the other boys on hearing this
looked up expectantly.

"Hmm," pondered Mark, "well if you are all prepared to keep a secret and
not tell anyone I think I could get Donny to show us his sperms but it is
normally a private thing so you really ought not tell anyone about it."

"Please, yes, please sir," they all nodded, "we will keep it secret."

Donny looked uncomfortable and whispered to Mark, "I can't toss of in front
of these boys."

"Mark whispered back, "I don't expect you too, " Donny relaxed and then
Mark added, "I'm going to toss you off."

Mark sat the boys down while Donny stood still, shocked by what Mark had
said. Mark now pulled a reluctant Donny down onto his lap, Donny felt
unable to move but as soon as Mark's fingers began to work their magic he
relaxed and forgot the six boys who watched as Mark expertly caressed and
manipulated Donny's cock.

As Donny began to produce his pre-cum Mark explained to the boys what the
sticky liquid was and the reason for it being produced. He rubbed a little
on each of the boys cocks, calling them up one at a time and showed them
how much easier it was for their foreskins to move up and down and how
lubrication made their cock manipulation nicer.  As Donny produced more of
the silky liquid Mark invited the boys to dip their fingers in it and smell
it and rub it on their own cocks and then try rubbing each other's cock's
to see how much easier it was now to manipulate their foreskins.

"And of course," smiled Mark, "it also tastes nice," and he sucked a
fingertip coated with the precious liquid.

To Donny's surprise all the boys eagerly copied Mark, dipping a finger in
the liquid and licking it off, with some reaching over for more.

"This stuff tastes great," said Simon, dipping his finger yet again into
the pearl that Mark squeezed out of Donny's knob, "I can't believe anything
so sweet could come from a willie."

"I agree," said Danny and the others nodded their heads; it also brought a
further round of finger dipping. Mark continued to wank Donny noticing that
Simon was copying his actions with Terry one of the other ten-year olds. He
saw Terry wince and reached over to show Simon how to do it properly. "Now
see isn't that much nicer Terry," he said. Terry nodded.

"Rub a little slower Simon," advised Mark, "and as Terry is too young for
pre-cum use either his spit of your own to make it feel nicer, and Terry
tell Simon if you feel you want him to do it faster or slower. How's that
now Terry?"

"That's much nicer," smiled Terry adding shyly, "Simon I think it needs
more spit." Simon duly dribbled some spit over Terry's cock. Mark smiled as
Danny began to stroke eight-year old Sam in the same way.

Mark now began to concentrate fully on Donny and using all his expertise
brought Donny to the point of orgasm

"Now boys," Mark said, "watch closely," and he pumped Donny's cock over the
top with six shots of boy cum flying up into the air and landing
splattering on Donny's body.

The boys 'oohhed' and 'aahhed' as they watched the streams of sperm shoot
into the air and land splitter splatter and at Mark's invitation came up to
look more closer at Donny's 'sperms'. The boys were encouraged to dip their
fingers in the pools of sperm and compare it with the pre-cum they had seen
before. They began to smell it and play with it and taste it. Donny watched
as the six boys, scooped up his semen and ate it or placed it on their
cocks.

"I can't see the sperms," said Simon mystified as he examined his spermy
finger, "this stuff has a spicy taste, its not sweet like the pre-cum
stuff, but where are the wriggly things like in the film we saw at school."

"I can't see 'em either," complained Terry.

"Sorry boys, you have to remember that the sperms that live in this liquid
which you should remember is called semen are very, very small and you need
a big magnifying glass to see them, " explained Mark.

"Oh," said Simon disappointedly, "I wanted to see 'em wriggling about."

"But they are wriggling about in your tummy now, if you've eaten them,"
smiled Mark.

"Really, yeah, cor," came the excited reply as the boys looked their
tummy's and each others.

"I think I can feel them moving inside me," said Sam, rubbing his tummy.

Mark laughed, "I think they are much to small to feel."

Simon was looking at Donny who was lying back on the ground relaxed after
his climax. "That was amazing seeing your sperms come shooting out of your
dick," he said and asked curiously, "did it hurt?"

"Nah," smiled Donny, "it doesn't hurt at all in fact it feels really good
when it comes out."

"Really?" said Danny.

"He did look like he was having fun," said Terry.

"What does it feel like?" Simon was curious and examining Donny's cock as
he did so.

Mark looked at the boys, an idea came into his head, "Perhaps I could let
you feel what it might be like," he said. The boys looked at him with
curiosity and anticipation.

"Could you?" Simon looked excited.

"I think so," smiled Mark, "I mean none of you are old enough to produce
semen or sperms but I could try rubbing you like I did Donny and see if you
are able to feel good like he did."

The boys looked at each other and at Mark, no one spoke.

"So whose first?" asked Mark taking silence for approval.

"Simon's team captain," said Terry.

"Yeah," added Danny, "Captain's privilege."

Simon stood up and stood by Mark. "What do I do?" he said nervously.

Mark sat him down on his lap facing the others his legs stretched out
between Mark's legs. "Now lean back against me," he told the boy and then
gently he took Simon's still erect three-inch cocklet in between his
fingers and began to rub it up and down. So far he had done nothing more
than he had done with the boys earlier. He felt Simon squirm and noticed he
was breathing heavier.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

Simon wriggled and stretched, "It feels nice, really nice," he replied.

Mark began to work the boys cock harder and harder and then asked Simon to
spit into his hand, he spread the spit on the boys now exposed glans; Simon
twitched and gasped as he did this, making little squealing noises.

"Nice?" he said.

"Oh yessss," Simon sighed; the others watched closely.

Mark carried on and Simon began bouncing on his lap, moaning and groaning
and sighing; then a look of panic came across his face.

"Gotta pee," he said trying to push Mark's hand away and attempting to get
up.

"It's okay," calmed Mark, steadying the struggling boy, "it's not that you
want to pee, it's that you are trying to do what Donny did but you don't
have the sperms yet. Trust me," he spoke gently, "lets just carry on and
see what happens, if you do pee then it isn't a problem is it you will just
pee on the ground."

Calmed by Donny's nodding in agreement and Mark's assurances Simon lay back
and Mark once again brought him to his peak and then beyond. The others saw
the look of amazement on Simon's face; saw him writhe with happiness and
heard him sigh and groan with joy as he experienced his first dry
orgasm. He sank back against Mark trembling.

"Oh, wow, wow, wow, neato," he enthused and smiled up at Mark with bright
eyes dancing and a huge beaming smile across his face.

"Now whose next?" smiled Mark gazing at his excited audience. Each of the
boys leaped forward and eventually a pecking order was established. Mark
now caressed each boy in turn through his first climax. Terry was next and
wriggled and moaned just as much as Simon had, Simon watched carefully as
Mark manipulated the boy and began to look from Mark's caressing hands to
Donny's semi erect cock as Donny watched the arousing events
unfolding. After he had climaxed Terry sat next to Simon who immediately
began stroking his friends cock as Mark had done. Terry still on a high
continued to writhe, watching as Danny took his place, enjoying the extra
sensation as Simon caressed him.

"How soon can we do it again?" asked Simon watching from Terry to Mark and
to Donny.

"Well sometimes boys of your age can do it, again and again," replied Mark,
"but those who are old enough to produce sperm have to wait until their
balls have made more, Sometimes they do not empty their balls each time and
can do it quickly, other times you empty your balls completely and have to
wait ages before you can do it again."

Danny began to moan and thrust against Mark's hand so he began to
concentrate on the boy's pleasure. Mark was pleased to see the nine-year
old appeared to have experienced a greater climax than the others so far as
Danny thrust up hard and energetically against his caressing hands.

"Again, again," Danny moaned as he writhed, rubbing against Mark.

Mark his hands still stroking the boy quickly licked a finger and gently
slipped it inside Danny's young hole. The finger slid in easily in Danny's
relaxed state and Mark almost immediately felt the boy's nub, gently he
stroked it. Danny jerked, moaned and came again as Mark manipulated him
from the inside. Danny fell back almost in a faint.

"Oooohhhh," Danny moaned as Mark slid his finger out and carefully laid the
boy to one side before turning to the next.

One by one the others laid on his lap and enjoyed his caresses. Terry lay
beside Simon as his friend continued to stroke him and then suddenly he
grabbed Simon's hand.

"Faster," he whispered, "I want you to do it faster, please," he pleaded as
Simon brought his friend to his second climax. As Terry writhed and
wriggled beneath his hands Simon sought to make his friend do 'it'
again. Terry moaned and then tugged Simon's hand away. "Enough," he
whispered, "it hurts."

"Be careful Simon," explained Mark as he now caressed Marty, another
nine-year old through his orgasm, "your cock can get too sensitive after
you feel like this."

Simon nodded and slid over beside Donny and reached out and began to stroke
the teenagers now erect cock. Donny let the boy touch him at first but as
he got more enthusiastic he tried to remove Simon's hand.

"Stop Donny," commanded Mark, working Marty easily through a gently orgasm,
the boy smiling prettily as he sighed, "let the boy experiment, just tell
him if he's hurting you." Donny frowned but lay back and let Simon have his
will.

Bobby another nine-year old was next and proved to be very energetic,
bouncing and thrusting and giggling throughout his orgasm. The others were
now watching Simon stroking Donny's cock with interest.

"Will he do it again?" asked Danny, his thumb in his mouth as he gently
rubbed his cocklet.

"Do you want him too?" asked Mark, they all nodded, "Simon," he instructed,
"let everyone take turns, change every twenty rubs so everyone can have a
go," as Mark turned to the last boy Sam, the eight-year old.

Sam proved to be very interested in what was going on, stroking Mark's
hands as he caressed him., apparently wanting to get more involved. At one
point as Mark was observing the boy's cock and balls reaction to his
caresses, he made eye contact with Mark and leaned up and kissed him on the
chin which was about as far as he could reach due to his position.

"Thank you," he said, "for making me feel so good."

Mark this time leant down further and kissed the boy directly on his soft
lips, he had to resist the urge to slip his tongue in the boys mouth but
made note that perhaps he could continue the boys' lessons further if any
of them wanted to. Sam now began to show signs of his own orgasm, squirming
and writhing in absolute pleasure. He too appeared to have an ecstatic time
and like Danny whispered, "Again."

Mark licked his finger and found that it slid very quickly and surely
inside the boy. As he gently finger fucked and caressed the boy, the
eight-year old writhed through an even greater climax As he collapsed
against Mark sighing and breathing heavily he grabbed Mark's hand as he
tried to withdraw his finger, "No," he said softly, "leave it there, it
feels so nice."

A few minutes later Simon called out, "Come on Sam it's your turn to pay
with Donny's dick."

Grudgingly the boy moved, allowing Mark's finger to slide out of his
boyhole. Sam took his position straddling Donny on all fours before taking
the teenager's cock in his hand to begin rubbing it. Mark moved in beside
the boy and slid his hand down over Sam's back resting it on his backside
and slowly sliding his finger back towards the boy's fuckchute. Sam glanced
back and backed down on the finger, allowing it to slide back inside
him. Mark knelt there as Sam took his turn, gently sliding his finger in
and out, the boys intent on Donny's cock did not appear to notice.

Donny began to show signs of his climax approaching; Simon tried to urge
him on pushing the others away.

"Hey," said Mark, "now be fair, look all of you put one hand on Donny's
cock so you can all do it together, those of you who have their hand
towards his balls or actually on them might feel it as his sperms begin to
shoot up his dick."

The boys did as they were instructed and were soon whooping with delight as
Donny managed four shots of boy cum, shooting it up and out, most of his
cream landing on the boys hands. Eagerly the boys began to lick the cream
off their hands.

"Wow," said Simon, "that was so cool, can we do it again?" and he began to
pull on Donny's cock. Donny weak from his climax gasped and Mark had to
stop the boy.

"Can we do it again then?" asked Simon, playing with his own cock and
rubbing Bobby's.

Mark looked at the expectant faces.

"Well if you promise not to tell anyone as it must be a secret I could do
it slightly differently, it would speed things up as I am sure you must
have things to do as do Donny and I," he suggested.

The boys nodded in unison, this time Mark made them stand in front of him
as he sat on the ground. The look on Simon's face as Mark sucked his
cocklet into his mouth was amazing.

"Oh this is so awesome," he moaned as instinctively he began to thrust his
cocklet directly into and across Mark's slurping tongue. It was not long
before he had climaxed heavily, Mark having to hold the boy as his knees
buckled.

Terry was next up and Simon watched intensively as Mark sucked the boy
through his next climax. As Terry sat down unsteady from his exhilarating
cock suck, Simon was quick to push him down and watching Mark he tried to
suck Terry's cock in the same way Mark was now sucking Danny. At first
Terry was happy to let the inexperienced Simon suck away but after a minute
he pushed him off.

"Stop," he said, "it hurts, your teeth keep scratching me."

Simon sat back on his knees. Mark looked up from where Danny was trying to
sit further down on Mark's finger which he had just slipped inside the boy,
while at the same time he was trying to thrust his cock into Mark's
suctioning mouth.

"Careful Simon," he said, "you need practise to do this properly, try
covering your teeth with your lips and take it slow, Terry will be very
sensitive from what I did to him, feel how sensitive your own dick is. Take
you finger, lick it and try gently rubbing your dick head with it." Mark
returned his mouth to Danny's cock. He looked up at the boy who was
squirming away on his rubbing finger and thrusting away into his mouth, the
boy looked delectable, he had a look of wonder on his face. His eyes were
closed and he was biting his lips with concentration. He slipped Danny's
cock out of his mouth and a look of disappointment crossed the boys face.

"Hey tiger," he whispered, "take it easy, now here's some advice, take my
head in both your hands and ram your dick into my mouth as hard as you
want."

Danny did so and a look of joy crossed his face as he doubled his
movements, the finger hitting his little nub, the tongue rubbing across his
cockhead, all giving him an awesome wonderful feeling. He sighed and moaned
with delight. Mark observed the boy with pleasure, 'It looks like next week
at school will be the start of something very interesting,' and he added,
'I was thinking of appointing a stationery cupboard monitor, it's a big
cupboard and will need a lot of tidying and Danny has just the equipment I
am looking for.'

Mark remembered the fun he had had at a previous school, one boy little
Ricky had been very accommodating, he remembered when Ricky had been
eight-years old the boy had actually let him fuck him in the cupboard
during a lesson whilst the rest of the class had been busy with a
project. It wasn't the last time either, he and Ricky had been together for
the best part of four years, having first gained access to him on a school
trip when the boy was seven. Ricky had come to him in the middle of the
night, homesick, and after wetting the bed from a nightmare. One thing had
led to another and two nights later he and the boy had taken a sleeping bag
and stole down to the beach when everyone was asleep and he had deflowered
the boy, both of them naked, lying on the beach by the sea under a starry
warm night sky. After that they had spent a lot of time with his cock
inside the boy, either his mouth or his fuckhole and each night Ricky had
spent the night in Mark's room with Mark's cock deep inside him, they had
even fucked in the sea whilst the others swam or played around them.

Their affair had continued at school and whilst there had been others,
including a regular suck session with Ricky's older sperm producing
fourteen-year old brother, they had been lovers until Ricky's father had to
move the family away due to a new job. In his last year at school Ricky had
often sat half-naked at the back of the class, he'd also been very
accommodating to Mark's friends and even convinced his mother to letting
him go away with Mark on holidays or for weekend breaks, saying it was for
extra lessons. Mark was heartbroken when he'd left and a change of headship
and the way the school was run had given him the opportunity to change
schools. He was still in touch with Ricky who was now twelve and they hoped
to meet up when the family went on holiday as Mark had arranged to stay
nearby.

Mark found himself reliving the night some six weeks previous where he and
Ricky had revisited the beach where he he'd fucked the boy for the first
time on a stolen weekend. The first night they had like before taken a
sleeping bag to the beach and as Mark had brought his young lover to his
second climax, Ricky had gasped and had shot his boy cum for the very first
time. Again it was a balmy night under a starry sky. They had celebrated
Rick's manhood all weekend and had crowned it by seducing a ten-year old
boy who was staying at the hotel, taking turns to fuck the boy on the beach
whilst his younger brothers played in the sand nearby.

Mark was brought back to earth by Danny's climax washing over and through
him as the boy sank to his knees following his earth-shattering
climax. Danny climbed unsteadily over to where Simon was sucking Terry and
the next boy took his place. Mark sucked his way steadily through the rest
of the boys. Terry had had enough of being sucked, his cock kept going limp
and Mark had to almost pull Simon off his friend. Mark returned to sucking
Marty and Simon watched.

"Mr Chapman," he asked, "if you was to do that to Donny, does that mean he
would shoot his sperms right into your mouth?"

"Yes," said Mark stopping for a second to answer. Marty began to climax so
Mark concentrated on him, as he looked for the next boy he saw that Simon
was now sucking carefully on Donny's cock, the teenager being
half-hard. Donny looked at Mark who smiled.

"Teach him Donny," he said, "tell him what feels good and what feels bad,"
and Mark started on Bobby, easily bringing the nine-year old to his sucked
climax. Like the others Bobby lay down and Danny who had recovered began to
move between Marty and Bobby sucking gently at their little
cocklets. Little Sam was the last and he stepped up and stood in front of
Mark, eagerly holding Mark's head as Danny had done and standing with his
legs wide apart, already for Mark's well spitted finger. Sam proved to be
as enthusiastic with his cock being sucked as he was being wanked and
surprised Mark when he bent down to his ear.

"Please sir could you make your finger move faster and rub me inside a
little harder, it feels so good when you do that," he whispered and groaned
delightedly as Mark complied.

All too soon the boy was whimpering as he collapsed after experiencing the
fantastic sensation As he collapsed he brought his hand down to Mark's hand
to keep the finger still embedded inside him. Mark kept on stroking him
internally as the boy cried repeatedly with delight, writhing and twisting
on the ground.

Simon looked up from Donny's cock that was still only three quarters hard.

"It won't shoot," he moaned, "I want to feel it shoot off inside my mouth,
please Mr Chapman, make it do it."

Terry sat up, recovering from the sensations.

"Simon, we really ought to be practising our football. It won't be long
before my mum comes back with the car to take us home an' we won't have
practised any of our moves. We told Mr Dawson we would get those set pieces
down pat during the holiday," said Terry.

The others looked up nodding.

Simon sat up on his knees, "Okay," then he looked at Mark, "Mr Chapman
whilst the others are getting dressed could you help me please?"

Mark slid his finger out of Sam who moaned and then like the others began
sorting out his clothes from the pile.

Mark crossed over and helped pull Donny to his feet, he leant him up
against a tree and knelt down between the teenagers open legs. Donny sighed
as Mark's lips found his cock and he hardened almost instantaneously. Simon
watched intensely whilst the others began to dress. Mark was in his element
and he soon brought Donny to his peak.

"Okay Simon, now its your turn, do it like I just showed you and Donny will
shoot very soon. Remember to rub his cock as you suck, do all the things I
did to you at the same time with your tongue. Ready?" he instructed Simon.

Simon quickly knelt down and eagerly began to suck Donny's cock and rub it
at the same time. The others gathered around till dressing to watch and
Mark was aware that Sam was sating next to him still naked, the boy took
hold of Mark's hand licked his finger and slipped it behind him, guiding it
towards his fuckchute, Mark took the hint and slid his finger back inside
the boy and began to finger fuck him.

Simon licked and slurped as he had seen Mark do, Donny trembled and moaned
and started gentle thrusting movements towards the sucking boy. Donny now
gasped and Simon sucked furiously and then jumped up and down.

"He did it, he did it," he cried, "He shot his stuff right inside my
mouth. Look," and he went around showing his mates his open mouth and the
signs of boy cum lying on his tongue, Donny had not managed to shoot much
but he had shot.

Danny now bent down to lick the dribbles of cum from Donny's cock whilst
Simon rushed up to Mark holding out his hard and throbbing cock.

"Please. Please sir," he asked, "suck it quick, I need it."

Mark quickly knelt down and expertly brought the sexed up boy over the top
to a trembling dry orgasm. Simon sank to his knees and Mark held the
trembling shaking boy and kissed him gently directly on the mouth. Simon
wrapped his arms around his teacher and sighed softly.

"Anyone else want to go again?" Mark asked.

Bobby stepped forward but Terry cut him off.

"Please sir, its all very nice and I did enjoy it but we have to practice
our football," he pleaded to the others with his eyes as he did so, "can't
we do it another day?" he added.

The others looked at each other and nodded excitedly. Calls of 'Yeah'
'Right' and 'Good idea' could be heard.

Mark smiled, "When are you next in the park?"

"Wednesday morning," replied Sam, the bright eight-year olds eyes were
shining with anticipation.

"We do have some other sessions with Mr Dawson at school before then,"
explained Danny, "but we should all be here on Wednesday morning sir,
please could we do it again then."

Mark smiled, "Sure," he said, "Donny and I will be here, bring some towels
to lie on so we don't get too much dirt on us, or perhaps I'll find a more
grassy area. Is that okay with you guys?"

There was a chorus of approval and the boys finished dressing except for
Sam. He looked at Donny who was resting tired against the tree.

"Mr Chapman, where's Donny's clothes?" the boy asked.

"I was carrying them for him," said Mark, "it was such a nice day he wanted
to walk around and enjoy the sun. So I said I'd carry his clothes so he
could get more sun."

"Cool," said Sam and he picked up his clothes and stood there in just his
trainers and football socks, "then I'm ready to go too." He looked
delectable with his two-inch cock still semi-erect.

The others laughed and picking up their gear, decided what they wanted to
wear, most opting for just shorts and followed Simon as he led them back
towards the path and the practice area. On the edge of the path Mark knelt
down and kissed each of them and rubbed their cocks for one last time. Each
boy also kissed Donny thanking him for his 'sperms'

"See you all Wednesday," he said, and they walked in opposite directions.

Mark and Donny walked down the path and up to the car. It was only as they
were getting in that Donny woke up to the fact he was still naked except
for his trainers.

"I told you I wanted everyone to see that beautiful body and cock of your."
smiled Mark when he mentioned it, "see wasn't so difficult in the end was
it?"

"No,er noo," replied a tired but confused Donny.

Back at Mark's house Donny followed Mark into the house, leaving his
trainers in the hall, he was now naked, with all thoughts of his reason for
being there gone from his mind he even left his bag back inside Mark's car
along with his clothes. Mark led them towards the kitchen where with
Donny's help he made some sandwiches and a pot of tea and they sat at the
table to eat them. Feeling good with some food and a hot drink inside
himself Donny happily followed Mark upstairs to his bedroom, where he slid
under the duvet and settled back on the pillows. Sleepily he watched as
Mark undressed.

It was not until he saw Mark's thick eight-inch cock, still drooling from
the mornings events that he even thought about the fact he may have to do
stuff with Mark. He became fascinated by the size of Mark's cock and his
heavy balls. Mark got into bed beside him and cuddled him. Donny could feel
Mark's cock throbbing up against him, dripping his pre-cum onto his body;
it felt cold and yet exciting at the same time. Mark now began to kiss him
all over as he had done the previous night.

Donny felt himself being aroused, very, very aroused and his body began to
respond to Mark's caresses and kisses. Soon he was gasping as once again
Mark sucked his cock and balls into his mouth and he began to thrust
eagerly wanting to relive and enjoy the delights of last night. Mark played
him like an instrument, heightening his pleasure to another level. Apart
from all the other sensations Donny felt he could feel his bones marrowing
as Mark manipulated his teenage body and emotions. At last Donny cried out
in pure pleasure as he finally erupted, coating Mark's throat shooting
three boiling jets of newly balled boy cum.

"Uggrrrhhhhh," Donny groaned as he came, his whole body heaving with the
exertion. Mark kissed him and then to Donny's surprise slid up the bed and
positioned his cock at Donny's trembling mouth. Donny looked at the
gleaming, pre-cum sticky drooling monster and he looked up at Mark, smiling
down on him. For a moment he hesitated.

"I, I, I, d-d-d-don't know what to do?" he stuttered.

"I'm a teacher," smiled Mark, "I'm here to teach," and he gently pushed his
cock head past Donny's sweet virginal lips into his warm sweet heaven.

Despite Donny's concern he proved to be an apt pupil and remembering how
Mark had done stuff to him and how it made him feel and also recalling what
the younger boys had managed to do that morning he learned quickly. Mark
sighed as his protégée got to work, what the boy did not have in experience
he made up for in eagerness and the blowjob was less and less a teaching
experience and more and more a proper cocksuck. Mark could feel his climax
coming and he settled down to enjoy it. He had no intention of warning
Donny he was about to come, he wanted to claim the boy as his own and
flooding the boys mouth and stomach was going to be a precursor to filling
the boys colon with his fuckjuice.

Donny bobbed back and forth back and forth on the thick tube, swallowing
the pre-cum that continuously spilled into his mouth, pulling on the cock
length that was too long to fit inside his mouth. He had sucked and licked
Mark's balls able to get only one at a time into his small mouth. He was
aware of Mark tensing but made no association with it until he felt the six
jets of hard mancream pulse into his mouth, hitting the roof of his mouth
and filling what remained of the space inside his mouth with a new tasting
flavour. Spicy and salty the liquid flooded his tongue and he swallowed
involuntarily before he realised that Mark had shot his load.

Donny looked up at Mark's beaming face as the man smiled down at him. He
carried on sucking and licking swallowing all that Mark finally delivered
inside his mouth before he decided that he needed to take a deep breath.

"Well done Domy," grinned Mark, "that was an excellent first effort," and
he kissed him his tongue slipping into the boys mouth tasting the exciting
combined flavour of his cum and Donny's saliva.

Donny beamed and cuddled against Mark; now tired and sated by the mornings
events they both fell into a post sex sleep, dimly Donny recalled the word
'first' as he drifted off to sleep noting as an afterthought that he'd have
to do it again sometime. As they slept, back at the park, Simon was
kneeling over the other boys as he insisted on sucking them all before they
were picked up. Danny and Sam taking turns in sucking each other whilst
they waited their turn with Simon.

Two hours later Donny woke up the need to pee being most paramount in his
mind. Carefully he slipped out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. As
he was standing there relieving himself he heard the door open and Mark
cock proud obviously of the same mind and need entered the bathroom. Donny
made room for him and they stood side by side peeing into the bowl. Mark
used his free hand to caress the boys back.

"How are you feeling tiger?" Mark yawned, stretching as he finished. He
turned to the washbasin and ran the hot water.

"Really good Mark, I've never done stuff like that before and the way you
do things make it feel amazing I can't wait to tell Mike about all the ways
to wank," Donny replied shaking the last drops and looking down at the
thing that was causing him so much pleasure; he felt awesomely good inside
as he stared at the four inches of well sucked boymeat. He turned to the
washbasin and giggled and laughed at being tickled by Mark as he washed his
cock with soap and water whilst he washed his own hands. Mark now did the
same for himself as Donny watched and then he made the boy gasp with
delight as he poured on some special lotion that made their clean cocks
feel even better. Mark put his arm around Donny's shoulders as he steered
the boy back towards the bed and his destiny.

Gently Mark lifted the boy onto the bed and began to kiss him all over and
caress him. He reached for the body lotion by the bedside and began to
apply it massaging it in and paying particular attention to his sweet
virginal boypussy. Donny revelled in the new sensations. Again Mark bent
towards Donny's cock and he once more worked his magic, only this time he
began his assault on the boys hole. Donny gasped as the first finger slid
up inside him and touched something inside him that had him climbing the
ceiling, the feeling was awesome, beyond sensation, he felt like he was
floating. Mark pressed home and sucked the boy over the top. Donny
collapsed heaving, seeing stars and comets blazing in his head.

Mark gave the boy no time, in seconds he was back down on the boy; licking
and sucking, kissing and stroking, caressing with lips, tongue, hands and
body, working the boy's nerve ends to a further fever pitch.  Donny felt
the intruding finger, enjoying the repeated sensation, then the second
slipped in beside the second and both rubbed at him, inside him, ticking an
itch that did not want to be scratched more caressed. Donny still heaving
found it difficult to find time to take an even breath as his senses were
continuously assaulted, cajoled, caressed and sucked to a further gut
wrenching climax; his two shots of boy cum spitting onto Mark's suctioning
tongue. Donny gave an anguished cry of delight as he came, dragging in deep
breaths to fill his desperate lungs. He lay collapsed against the pillows,
a pliant almost comatose figure.

He was aware that Mark was kissing him and he gently responded, opening his
mouth as required. He felt himself being caressed and also arranged on the
bed but his senses were reeling. He held his legs open as he was
instructed, he lay back on the pillows that had been piled up behind him,
he slid back on the pillows when directed and he remembered looking up at
Mark now lying between his open legs, he recalled the look of passion on
Mark's face, he felt the finger sliding between his legs, but then he knew
it wasn't a finger, it felt, it felt very different....

To be continued



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