Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2011 21:08:47 +0000
From: Frank Cooke <frankcooke123@gmail.com>
Subject: English Boys - Part One (Adult / Youth fiction)

Warning - The following fictional story contains descriptions of sexual
relations between consenting minors and an adult. If this offends you, or
viewing it is illegal in your domain, please do not read further.

Disclaimer - The following story is fictional. Any resemblance to persons
either living or dead is coincidental.

All comments or thoughts about the storyline appreciated -
theosmitt123@gmail.com


Despite it being just 4.15pm in the afternoon I was relaxed, naked in my
king size bed and enjoying the feel and smell of the freshly laundered
sheets.

As I listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom I reflected
on the way that my life had pleasantly changed over the last couple of
years since finishing work.

Having worked hard for most of my life I had engineered a situation whereby
I could retire at just 45 years of age, thus creating ample time to pursue
my lifelong interest in boys. For the last couple of years I had immersed
myself in working voluntarily with different youth projects, and I had also
spent a fair amount of time simply cruising the spots where lads tend to
hang out - playgrounds, skateboard parks, swimming baths, amusement arcades
- you know the score.

Investing a significant amount of my time in this way had yielded good
results. I had always had at least one young friend at any point in time
and I was currently juggling my affections between three different lads who
all had different needs.

One of those wonderful boys had earlier jumped off the school bus and
eagerly made his way to my flat. He was just finishing brushing his teeth
in my bathroom and would shortly be joining me under the covers. Our
regular hour long liaisons, sandwiched between him finishing school and his
mum getting home from work, had been established a couple of months ago and
neither of us had lost any appetite for our clandestine meetings.

Adam bounded out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a slightly grubby
pair of tight white CK boxer briefs, and launched himself onto my bed in a
fit of giggles. Despite our 9 week relationship, it was amusing how his
boyish shyness meant that he was still more comfortable taking his undies
off once he was in the bed, rather than running the risk of me seeing him
romp around naked!

I grinned. "Ok, whats so funny Spooner?". He had not yet divulged to me how
he ended up with the nickname Spooner. I gathered him into my arms and
nestled him close to me, his undie clad butt nestling in my groin, my arms
round his slim naked torso as he squirmed into me.

His lily white cheeks blushed a lovely pink glow as he snorted "That thing
in the toilet, for washing your bum, it tickles like mad!".

I laughed. "The bidet - you don't have one at home?"

"My mum has one in her en suite but I am never allowed in there". There was
suddenly a little tension in his childish voice. Another subtle indicator
that the relationship between Adam and his mum was not so good.

I had the misfortune of meeting her once, through a local youth group I
helped to run. She had turned up at a meeting unannounced to rant about her
car being scratched by one of the kids bikes. She was an aggressive, career
possessed, power dresser who had little time for her only son. Her husband,
Adams stepfather, worked abroad most of the time and was rarely at home.

I tactically changed the subject making a mental note to avoid too much
talk about Adams home life unless he chose to talk about it.

"So how was school?".

"Massive, I had double PE so we played soccer all afternoon - except it was
frigging freezing on the top field, I thought my fingers were gonna drop
off"

I bear hugged him and kissed his neck, the smell of his damp mop of freshly
washed blond curls was intoxicating.

I nibbled his ear lobe and whispered "As long as none of the little bits
that I like best have dropped off!"

Adam squealed in delight "You are so rude!".

If it were possible, he snuggled even closer and we melted together and
fell silent, enjoying the moment.

I mentioned earlier that all of my current young friends had different
needs. I had quickly appreciated, when I first met Adam, that physical
contact was just as important to him as any sexual gratification needs he
had. On several occasions he had arrived from school and we had done
nothing but jump into bed and cuddle. Sometimes he would chat incessantly
for an hour before I would give him a friendly swat on his butt to signal
it was time to pull his school uniform on and head home. Other times he
would lay quiet for an hour, even sometimes sleep, before reluctantly
dressing and heading home.

Mostly it was the direct opposite. I remember one wondrous occasion when I
was 10 minutes late getting home and he was waiting by my back door cold
and dejected - he was so overjoyed when he saw me that he ran and threw
himself on me, he hugged me tightly and whispered how he had longed to see
me all day, I could feel his small hardness pushing against my leg as he
hugged me tightly. My fumbling hands unlocked the door and as soon as we
got into the entrance hall he was desperately tugging his school trousers
down at the same time as kicking off his shoes. The hour that followed was
very special!

He seemed in an upbeat mood today but did not make his normal opening
gambit of tugging his briefs off as soon as he had hopped in bed.

"David?"

He suddenly sounded a little serious, maybe a little unsure of himself. I
quit kissing his neck and propped myself up on my elbow so I could see his
face. I left my right arm draped over him in a hug.

"Yep?"

He was barely audible "When do you think I will be able to cum?"

I paused gathering my thoughts. I wanted to take him seriously but not
leave him with any hang ups. "Well.....that's a tough question". Rather
than answer straight away I decided to probe a bit to understand what was
going though his mind. "Why? Are you worried about it?"

"Why is it a tough question?".

"Well, you kind of can cum. Its just that you are not producing semen yet.
When you orgasm you are actually cumming - it just that you are still a dry
cummer. Different boys are able to produce semen and then sperm at very
different ages".

I decided to lighten the mood a bit and try and relax him. "You don't
suddenly wake up one birthday with sticky pajamas you know!".

He giggled and I relaxed a bit more. "Whats bothering you Adam?".

"Nothing" he shrugged. I could sense he was forming his next question so I
waited.

"Its just that.....my mate Kitch, hes younger than me, and he says he
can....and he asked me if I could so..... I just said yes".

"Is Kitch that tall lad dark haired lad that came to youth club with you
last week?". I pictured the very attractive confident lad that I had met
for the first time last Friday.

He nodded.

"Look mate, lets get a few things straight. You only just turned 11 a few
months back - right?". He nodded again. "Well 11 is the kind of age that
things might start to happen but you shouldn't be in any hurry. You are
already having very powerful orgasms, I thought you were gonna break the
bed when we first did stuff!!"

"Dont tease!"  he squealed, a big grin opening up on his angelic face.

"Lol, Im not teasing. I mean it. You really have very strong reaction when
you cum. The sticky stuff is very overrated. It just makes a mess and is
tricky to clean up. It is fun, and it will be great when you start to spunk
but don't get fazed by not being able to right now!"

"Do you think I'm close?"

"Its hard to tell babe, but Kitch may not be telling the truth you know,
and its not a competition. Anyway, Kitch cant be much younger than you?".

I was fibbing a bit now, Kitch actually looked a whole year older than
Adam, he was a very well developed lad, the kind who would excel at sports,
and I was surprised to learn he was younger than Adam. When I had seen him
he looked like he would be capable of squirting for England!

Adam flipped on his back, kicking off the covers in a fit of overheating.
"He's only two months younger than me, do you think he is lying?". He
looked up at me with his big round blue grey eyes and I could not resist
leaning down to kiss him briefly on the lips.

"I'm sure he is lying, he is probably scared that you can cum and he cant!
Anyway, like I said, it does not matter babe. You are fantastic just the
way you are and I would not change you for anything. When you have your
first squirt I promise to take you for a big mac - might even go large".

We carried on chatting about all sorts of stuff. How old was I when I first
spunked? Could my mates cum before I did? Where was I when I first
ejaculated? Whats the difference between semen and sperm? He seemed really
relaxed was was great company. I just wanted to gather him up and hug him
to bits but time had beaten us again.

I glanced at my watch "Its time for you to get dressed babe".

He looked at the clock startled. "Shit!.....I thought we had loads of
time". He looked slightly panick stricken. "I'm horny, have you got time
to.....you know?". As he said it his hands urgently reached for the
elasticated waistband of his undies, the tell tale bulge in his briefs
suggesting that our long chat had left him very aroused.

Reluctantly I put my hand onto his to stop him. "Babe, I have all the time
in the world to give you a fantastic wank but you don't have any time left
to have one - save it for tomorrow pumpkin - I really don't want you to be
late, your mum will get mad".

"Dam!".

I felt genuinely sorry for him - he looked close to tears but then he
smiled mischievously and said "I might not save it for you - might just
play when I get home!".

"Well, to be honest Spooner, there is nothing in the world I can do to stop
a randy 11 year old playing with himself in his own bedroom but I am not
worried! You sprout enough boners in one day to satisfy a tribe of boy
lovers! - now scoot before I put you over my knee."

He rolled out of bed laughing. "That a promise?"

"Get dressed!"

I watched him reluctantly pull on his school uniform. He walked over and
kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks David. I love you". I tousled his mop of
hair and reached forward to straighten his tie.

"Mind crossing the main road on your way back babe. See you tomorrow?"

"You bet".

I relaxed as I listened to him thunder down the stairs and slam the back
door. I had to be the luckiest guy alive even if I did have a raging hard
on that desperately needed relief.

As if answering my thoughts my phone rang on the bedside table.

I glanced at the caller ID. "Hey Brandon, how are you?"

"Can you meet me in 20 minutes, at the park?"

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