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Exploring

By

Andy Mann

Chapter Thirteen

I sighed in grateful pleasure as I felt the mouth of Daimon engulf my cock. His red lips, so different looking on his chocolate face than on any white boy, pursed around my six inches of boy flesh. I gripped the sheets as he skilfully worked my shaft into full hardness. I reached for his slim hips, wanting to position his body over mine so that I could return the favour and get into a sixty nine with him but his body eluded my grasp. Teeth scraped gently against my dick, making me squirm as the slight pain, the slight twitch battled with the oh so wonderful feelings that the eleven year old was giving me.

 

"Shit Dai, that feels good," I gasped out, feeling my balls begin to tighten. I tried desperately to think about anything other than the sexy pre-teen so that my orgasm would not yet hit.

"Dai? What the fuck?" an older voice queried, the warmth leaving my cock.

 

I looked up to see Gary, fully naked and obviously upset that I had not been calling his name. My mind battled to remember how I had come to be with the guy who had taken my man boy sex virginity.

 

"Shit, Gary!" I whimpered. "I'm sorry! I spaced out and thought that you were Dai!"

"Well, if it's just little boys that you want," he huffed, turned himself and moving so that he sat himself on my lower stomach, trapping me to his bed. "Maybe you should stick with them."

"No, please, I'm sorry," I begged. "I don't know what is happening to me, but I do want you."

 

Tears leaked down my cheeks and my heartfelt plea must have touched the thirty year old as he raised the back of his hand to my face and wiped away the dampness. He raised himself up, edging closer to my face, his own six inches standing proudly to attention. I licked my lips in anticipation of taking him into my mouth.

 

"You want this don't you?" he asked me. I nodded and opened my mouth, taking his hardness inside.

 

I rolled my tongue around the head of his cock, savouring his manliness. Hands gripped the hair on the side of my head and started to move my head back and forth, timing the thrusts of his groin with the movement of my mouth. I was in heaven. I had a man's cock inside my mouth and he was face fucking me like I had seen so many times on the internet.

 

"Oh yeah, that's it cocksucker!" a teenage voice cackled. "Suck my dick you little queer boy!"

 

I tried to pull off the dick of the boy who was now face raping me, but his hands were too tight. I managed to glance upwards and saw the blonde haired face of Neil. Oh my god, he was here, letting me suck his cock. But he wasn't actually letting me, he was thrusting harder and harder, bashing into my face with his crotch, hurting my nose. I finally managed to pull my mouth of the fourteen year old scrum half.

 

"Neil? What?" I gulped.

"I knew you were a little bender, just like that fag Daimon," he hissed at me. "Well, you fag boys are good for one thing. . .come on boys!"

 

I felt my legs lifted and looked past the gorgeous boy who was raping me. I was stunned to see his two sidekicks, Daniel and Jimmy, holding my ankles. Both of them were naked, their fat bodies repulsing me. I couldn't believe though that for two so called homophobes, both of their cocks were stiff. Daniel, the taller of the two had a dick that even Jack would laugh at. Jimmy however had what looked like a baby's arm attached to his body underneath his fat gut.

 

"I've always wanted to try shagging a queer boy," Jimmy sneered. "Maybe after I've fucked you, I'll go get your little nigger boyfriend and fuck him too!"

"NO!" I yelled out. "You leave Daimon alone or I'll, I'll,"

 

My threat was cut off by the laugh of Neil as he forced his cock back into my mouth.

 

"MMphh!" I mumbled. "Help!"

"Hush now sweetie," my Dad whispered as he stroked my hair, placing gentle kisses on my cheek, my ear, my lips.

"Dad?" I croaked, turning towards my father. I stared into his eyes, seeing the unrestrained love that he had for me. Knowing it was wrong, but wanting it so much, I raised my head from the pillow and our lips connected. I raised my arms and encircled his neck. I opened my mouth and sucked in my Dad's tongue. I felt his hands slide down my body, tentatively as if he knew he was crossing a line that he knew he shouldn't. I pulled my mouth off his and tilted my head to the side, offering my neck. Somehow, Dad knew that it was one of my most sensitive, erogenous zones and nuzzled it gently, biting it softly, licking it. I groaned in ecstasy as I felt his hand finally slide inside my boxers and grip my straining cock, a cock that had been on the verge of spurting forth throughout all of my sexual encounters so far tonight.

 

Hold on? All these encounters tonight? Ah man, I was dreaming...but then I thought, what the heck, a dream this good should be enjoyed to the end.

 

"Dad, please, make me cum!" I gasped out as I started to hump into his hand.

"Not like this baby," he told me and pulled his hand out of my shorts and rolled us so that I was now laying on top of him. I could feel his own stiffness pressing into my balls as the height difference made itself known as we locked lips once more. Hands slid down my smooth back and into my shorts, cupping my smooth bum cheeks. Dad pulled me into him, my own urges causing me to hump him through the twin set of material separating our nakedness.

"CUMMING!" I groaned out as I felt spurt after glorious spurt of my boy juice soak my shorts.

"Me too sweetie!" Dad cried, guilt evident in his voice and dampness wet my balls as I realised my father was creaming me through his own shorts.

 

We thrust into each others' bodies, slowing down as the afterglow of our joint orgasms hit us. I panted in exhaustion, tiredness begin to sweep through my body. I looked up at my dad's face, him looking down at me. Our lips met gently.

 

"I love you Dad," I gushed.

"You too son," he replied.

 

 

I woke with a start. I glanced around, seeing I wasn't in my bedroom and realised I was still in my Dad's bed. I was alone and I rolled over to look at his alarm clock. I grimaced as I felt the squelch of wet boxers against my body. Ah fuck! The dream! I'd had a wet dream and I'd had it in my Dad's bed! I said a quick prayer that it was after my Dad had gotten up. He is an early riser and looking at his clock, it was 7am. He would have been up for at least forty five minutes. I pulled myself up and out of the warmth of the bed, taking a moment to smell the bed sheets. They smelled of a mixture of my scent and that of Dad's. I shook myself mentally and ran to the bathroom. I stripped of my boxers and stepped into the shower. After doing the necessary, I dried off and headed to my bedroom, stopping on the way to wake Jack. He looked adorable, his newly bleached hair sticking up in various different directions, wiping the sleep from his eyes. I made sure that I didn't stare too long at his semi naked body, rushing back to my room and getting dressed in my new school uniform.

 

Urgh! My new uniform! Really? It was freaking purple! Talk about advertising your gay!?!?! At least the trousers were black, the shirt was white but the tie was a mix of yellow, black and purple. Sick and not the good meaning of sick! I styled my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. Damn! The purple actually looked good on me! Walking downstairs to the kitchen, I heard my Dad in his office already.

 

"I need to set up the meet immediately do you hear me!" I had never heard him so animated before. "Look, if you want my business, and you already know that I will pay handsomely for the right result, you'll set up a meeting today." A pause as he obviously listened to whoever was on the end of his tirade. "Good, that's better. Four pm. Okay I can make that. Yes, I know the place."

 

I heard his chair squeak and I hopped it into the kitchen where Dad had laid out the cereals. Not feeling like anything hot, I just poured a bowl of cornflakes and covered them in milk. A few sprinkles of sugar and a glass of orange and I was ready to face the world. Jack finally appeared, grabbing a breakfast bar and we headed out to the roundabout leading into the village where our designated pick up point was for the school bus. I was pleased to see Ian the rest of the gang there, along with Karl. I hadn't really thought about him over the last few days but noticed once again that he was pushing cute in a major way, despite trying to hide it all behind the emo look that he was going for. As we took our seats, the bus pulled off.

 

"So you ready for the pleasures of Brookfield?" Harry giggled at the pair of us.

"Not really," Jack whined. "I hate school."

"What my oh so cheerful brother means is he hates the first day at a new school," I explained. "Me too I guess but it should be better this time as at least we already know some of you."

"Yeah but Jack has us in his year," Ryan pointed out, motioning to Harry, Pete and himself, "while you only have, um, Karl."

 

I glanced across at the skinny lad who was talking quietly with Ian. His dyed black hair was hanging forwards, covering his eyes, eyes that I seem to recall being a deep brown. I looked at him and saw that despite the hot weather, he had a long sleeved shirt on, and his blazer as well, while the rest of us were in short sleeves and held our blazers or had them shoved, sorry, neatly folded in our bags.

 

"Oh great, here's the bubble freak!" Dylan groaned.

 

I looked down the bus and saw the fuzziness of Daimon bouncing up the aisle towards us. He high fived us all before jumping into Dylan's lap, the older teen shoving him off as he started to wiggle himself into the fifteen year old's crotch.

 

"Nice boner you've got there Dyl!" Dai laughed as he hopped to the side, taking the seat next to him. "Hey Karl!"

"Oh, um, hello Daimon," the quiet voice of Karl replied. I thought I saw a look of longing in his eyes and I forced down the immediate flush of jealousy that someone else wanted Daimon as well. Well, I guess that answered the question about Karl's sexuality for sure. However, Karl must have somehow sensed the feelings I was fighting as he glanced across at me, guilt showing in his face. I smiled at him, letting him know I certainly had no problem with him. After all, Dai wasn't my boyfriend or anything. If anything, Karl probably had a bigger claim on the bundle of joy as he had known him longer.

 

My musings were cut short as I hit my head against the metal pole in front of my seat as the bus pulled to an unsteady stop and more kids got on. I gave them all a quick once over, and was surprised to see Neil, Daniel and Jimmy get on. I thought with all the Pattersons' money, he would have got driven in rather than slum in on the bus. I noticed him looking up at where we were sitting, his eyes fixing on Daimon's head and a look of disgust slid onto his face. As he walked past us, he nodded to Ian. Karl kept his face turned away from the three and I was shocked to see that the two fat lads deliberately bumped him with their bags on the way past.

 

"Hey, newbie," Daniel grunted at me. "You wanna watch who you sit with."

"Yeah, you might catch some disease or something," Jimmy laughed.

"Keep moving guys," Neil muttered, ignoring Karl as much as Karl was trying to ignore him. "Andy, I believe that you've been placed in my homeroom class, so if you want, you can sit with us and we can show you around."

"Um," I started, looking around at the rest. I saw the scowl on Dylan's face and Ian just shrugged at me. Not really knowing what else to do, I nodded at him. I regretted nearly instantly as I saw Karl slump a little in his seat but now having told Neil yes, I couldn't really back out.

 

Not much else was said on the short bus journey that remained and as we got off, Neil placed his hand on my elbow and started to lead me away from the rest. I shrugged him off, causing a flash of anger to cross his face until he saw me turn to Jack.

"You have a good day and don't cause any trouble," I warned my younger sibling. "First impressions remember!"

"Whatever bro!" he waved me off, leaving with Harry, Pete and Ryan.

"Come on Andy," Neil said. "I'll show you to our home room."

 

I let him lead the way, with Daniel and Jimmy following closely behind. I certainly got the impression that Neil was a very intelligent lad, seemingly popular with everyone as they stopped to say hello in the hallways, whereas the other two boys were tolerated for being Neil's friends. We entered a classroom and where my last school was very Americanised in that the classes had rows of desks, this room was set out with circular tables and four, five or six chairs set around them. I took a seat next to Neil, at his request, much to Jimmy's disapproval as he was forced to sit on the other side of Daniel, away from the obvious leader of the trio. The classroom quickly filled up until there were only a couple of spaces left. I was pleased now that I had made the choice to go with Neil as I would be lost, walking in to a room where I knew no-one and having to force my way onto a table where I could have taken someone's place by accident.

 

"Aw shit," Neil sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at a frown on his cute face. I really needed to stop thinking of him like that.

"Freak boy is still in our class," Daniel grunted.

 

I looked up to see Karl walk slowly into the classroom, almost as if he thought by moving that slowly he could become invisible to the world. He looked around the room and his expression grew distraught. I glanced around and saw he either had to sit with us, or sit on a table full of what seemed like air head bimbos. I heard the chair on our table scrape as saw Jimmy trying to cock his leg around it to pull it in, giving the indication that the emo lad wasn't welcome.

 

"Philips, take a seat will you boy," a deep voice instructed, making me jump slightly as I had failed to notice the tall, muscular figure of our homeroom teacher appear.

"Sorry Mr Henry," Karl stuttered and sat down quickly at the girls table, much to the delight of Neil, as well as the girls who started to talk behind raised hands. I saw Karl stiffen as he heard something that they were saying that was obviously aimed at him.

"So we have a new addition," Mr Henry announced, causing everyone to look at me. I let out a groan as I prepared myself for the usual torture of standing up in front of everyone and introducing myself. I was pleasantly surprised when the teacher continued. "Andy Morrison has just moved here from Leeds, grades are pretty much above your average and he plays rugby. The rest you can find out in your own time."

 

Talk about an underwhelming introduction! At least I didn't have to stand up in front of everyone though. I turned back to Neil, and caught the eye of that girl who lived on our street, Kerry I think Ian called her. She smiled at me so I nodded back, and tried to turn the topic of conversation away from Karl to rugby.

 

"So what are you going to do about him," Jimmy was asking. "I mean, him still being here is wrong."

"After what he did, he should be locked up somewhere!" Daniel added.

"Who and did what?" I asked innocently, wondering why they seemed to have it in for Karl.

"It's nothing," Neil replied, fiddling with bag as Mr Henry ran through the register before the notices were read out.

"Nothing? That perv tried to molest you," Jimmy hissed.

 

I looked at Neil's face, a flash of contrasting emotions playing upon it.

 

"Look, what he did or didn't do isn't anyone's business at school," the blonde godlike boy said.

"But he even got caught with Mr," was all that Daniel got out before Neil's elbow connected into the fat boy's gut.

"Listen to me carefully," Neil said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he pulled Daniel towards him. "Keep your mouth shut about that or I'll find something to fill your gob with!"

 

Okay!!! I was getting a sense here that something had happened between Neil and Karl, and while Karl now seemed to be an outcast because of it, Neil obviously didn't want people gossiping about whatever happened. I'm guessing it was to protect himself, but inadvertently he was also protecting Karl. However, my curiosity was going to kill me until I discovered what the big secret was. If Karl was gay and had tried it on with Neil, this could explain why my fellow rugby player was so down on gays, especially the openly gay Daimon.

 

The rest of the morning was spent putting our timetables together. For some reason, the school seemed to take delight in making the students do the work, instead of just telling us where to go and when. I glanced at the other lads on the table and saw Neil sitting back, deep in thought. His timetable was immaculately written out. Jimmy's looked a lot like what I imagine Jack's would if my younger brother was having to do the same. With most of his time spent on games consoles or his laptop, his writing looked the proverbial spider fallen into an inkpot. However, he did have all his periods filled in. Daniel on the other hand was in a state of confusion. I was correct in my earlier guess that he was just a grunt, as a tighthead prop forward, all he did was push in the scrum and hit bodies in the breakdown, not a great deal of intelligence was really required. I was conflicted as my initial impression of the three had been that they were bullies and not lads to make friends with, but having talked about small things on and off all morning, I found myself really liking Neil's humour and intelligence, and found that the other two didn't actually seem that bad.

 

"You okay Dan?" I asked quietly, so not to raise anyone else's awareness of his struggles.

"I hate this, I really do," he whined, his voice cracking slightly as if it had only just started breaking. "I can never figure this shit out."

"Here, let me have a look," I told him, looking over his schedule of classes, the level of set that he was in and quickly filled out his weekly timetable. I was correct about the level of his learning, he was in the bottom set for every subject, apart from art weirdly enough. A big surprise was that food technology was one his chosen subjects, but then again, looking at his size, I guess not.

"Thanks mate," he smiled at me as I handed his schedule back. "I normally end up missing half my first week's classes cos I get the wrong rooms and subjects at the wrong times."

"No prob Dan," I replied. "We're team mates after all."

"Yeah, Neil wouldn't shut up about you on the walk back last night," he chuckled.

"Really?" I said, surprised that I had made such an impression on the scrum half. Half hope raised little Andy before I shook myself mentally at the ridiculous idea that the blonde would fancy me.

"Yeah, he reckons if you play in the season like you did at training, you could be our best centre in years," the fat prop told me.

"Oh, yeah, well, I'm not bad," I downplayed it, casting an eye at Neil who seemed to be in a world of his own. I was about to tell Dan that he had also trained well, not in the fitness obviously, but didn't get a chance as a shout came from behind.

 

"You bitch, just leave him alone!" Kerry shouted, standing up and slapping a pretty brunette across the face.

"Why? He's a disgusting little pervert!" the girl replied, clutching her face.

"He's not done anything wrong, and not done anything to you," Kerry snapped back.

 

I turned and saw Karl sinking into his chair, almost sliding underneath the table. Fortunately for him, the bell rang to signify lunch and he bolted from the room. I turned back to the three lads and saw smirks on Jimmy and Dan's faces but one that looked like concern on Neil's before his straight faced mask came back on. He held my stare for a moment, his blue eyes piercing into mine and I had to break the look. I followed the masses down the corridor to the dining hall and spotted Ian and Dylan. Saying a quick farewell to the three lads I'd been sat with, I got my tray of slop, um, food, and headed over to sit with the older lads. I was quickly introduced to the two other boys at the table before being quizzed about my morning by Dylan. After reassuring him that Neil didn't have the horns of the devil like he believed, we chatted about various things such as rugby and girls. Dylan held in a chuckle as Kerry Mason walked past us, smiling at me and ignoring Ian, who was trying his hardest to be noticed by her.

 

"Man, this ain't fair," my rugby captain complained. "You've been here less than a week and she is smiling at you already."

"Still holding out for her then?" the dark haired boy called Simon laughed at his friend's predicament.

"I'll get her by Christmas," Ian replied confidently. "Just you wait and see."

"Where's Karl?" I asked, only to have silence greet me.

"He doesn't eat in here," Ian said quietly. "There's too many people for him."

"Too many people ready to have a go at him, you mean," Dylan sighed.

"What did he do?" I asked. "Dan and Jimmy were making all sorts of remarks before Neil threated to beat them up."

"Neil defended Karl?" Dylan said, shock in his voice.

"Yeah, but I get the feeling that something sexual happened between them," I replied, confident in my appraisal of the situation. "I guess Neil rejected him and other guys found out?"

"Something like that," Ian said. "Look, it's Karl's story to tell if he feels like it, but he will only tell the truth to a friend."

"I'd be his friend, no problem," I answered without hesitation. "I mean, I was bullied something awful at my last school, to the point of having my wrists broke, so I'd never back away from someone else who needs a friend."

 

I got a hug from Ian for my statement and Dylan actually wiped his eye. I poked him in the ribs to lighten the atmosphere and before we knew it, the bell rang, signifying that we had five minutes to get to our first proper class of the day. For me, history. Urgh. God knows why I chose it, but I guess that I like writing stories and if you know history, then you can base stories on that. This was followed by a double maths lesson and the bell finally rang to release us from school. The bus journey home was uneventful, other than Daimon receiving a dead arm from Dylan for once again making him pop a boner on the bus, much to everyone's amusement as the cute fifteen year old had to hold his bag strategically to stop the rest of the bus from seeing his huge tent. I certainly liked the look of it.

 

"Hey, Andy," Daimon suddenly said, stopping me as we started to go our separate ways. "You fancy coming back to mine for a bit."

"A bit of what moppy," Dylan joked, as there was only the three of us, Jack already going ahead with Harry and Pete.

"Fuck you Dyl," the young boy whined. "I keep asking you not to call me that, but why do you keep doing it."

 

He turned and started to run ahead of us, in the direction of his apartment. I heard Dylan sigh and turned to look at him.

 

"You know, he does really hate that," I said softly.

"I thought he was just joking," Dylan replied. "I'd better go and make it up to him."

"I'll leave you to go alone, it would probably be best," I said. "Maybe you could, you know, make it up to him properly."

"But I'm not gay," he answered immediately.

"Maybe not, but you're definitely bi aren't you," I told him. "You've done some stuff with him before, and let's face, you were all over me the other day, so go kiss and make up."

 

I pushed him away and turned to go home. I'd just passed up the chance to get naked with Daimon, I know, and even more, maybe a threesome with Dylan, but they needed to sort out their little spat. I got home, shutting the front door that had been left wide open behind me. There was no sign of Dad, but then I remembered he had that meeting at four pm so I guessed he wouldn't be home for some time. Jack was in his room with Harry and Pete, and offered to let me join them, but I wanted some `me time', so told him I would put the tea on and head out. I quickly showered and pulled on a pair of shorts, free balling underneath, and a pale blue t-shirt that was just a little too tight for me. It hugged my body though and I liked the way it showed my chest off.

 

After quickly preparing a casserole and putting it in the oven, I headed out to the village centre. Stopping off at the supermarket, I grabbed a bottle of water, got caught for a five minute conversation with Gina, before walking across the park. I didn't recognise anyone, not really surprising as we hadn't been here that long after all, and I saw the sign pointing towards the towpath of the canal that snaked around the side of the village. Thinking it would be nice to walk down it for a while, I was soon in the peace and tranquillity that comes with a canal path. After only a few minutes, I found myself away from the village and in the countryside. I ambled along, amazed that there was no-one around, but then again, as it was still only before four pm, I guessed that most adults would still be at work.

 

My mind wandered, as it is want to do when I'm not concentrating, and I started to muse over the Karl/Neil situation. I'm guessing that the two were friends and Karl must have tried kissing or feeling Neil and was rejected by Neil. However, if Neil was such the homophobe that Dylan says he is, then why would Karl try it in the first place, and why would Neil not join in the nastiness to him with Dan and Jimmy?

 

"Watch it kid!" a voice shouted out at me.

"Huh?" I started as I tipped forward having not seen the bend in the towpath and plunged into the canal, bashing my knee on a tree stump on the way in. Fortunately I was a strong swimmer and easily got my head above the surface but had managed to swallow a mouthful of the shit coloured water. I could have walked to the side, with the knowledge that the average canal is around four foot deep, but opted to swim as it would be quicker. Now getting out would be a more difficult chore but as I got closer to the blue narrow boat that I had not seen, I saw a rope thrown in to me.

"Grab a hold lad and I'll pull you out," the male voice said to me once again.

 

I did so and was surprised at the strength of the old guy as he easily heaved ho and I was on the small deck at the back of the boat. Aft? I can't remember, and who cares anyway! It's like calling the boot of a car a trunk! A car is not a blummin elephant!! I stood, dripping the foul water onto the wooden deck and looked down at my now ruined trainers. MY PHONE! I patted my pocket and in horror found it missing. I'd only got it a couple of weeks ago. The whole situation suddenly overwhelmed me and tears began to leak down my cheeks.

 

"Here now lad, you're okay," the kind man said to me as he grabbed a towel and dried my face before rubbing my hair. I looked up at him and saw a gentle smile on his face and managed to stifle my sobs and took a gulp of breath. I regretted it immediately and started hacking as the taste of the canal hit my senses. "You swallowed some?"

"Uh huh," I gasped out.

"Well, come on inside and I'll give you some anti-biotics just in case," he said.

 

I followed him down into the cabin, seeing wooden panelling everywhere. I was surprised at how large it looked. The man returned with a glass of water and a white pill. I thanked him as I took them and forced the pill down my throat. I was never very good at taking pills. I noticed that I was dripping on his clean floor and apologising, started to head back on top.

 

"Don't be silly," he said. "It's just water and easily cleaned. Now, how are you feeling?"

"Stupid," I replied honestly. "And my knee is hurting like a bast, um, like a bleeder."

"Let's have a look at it," he said, kneeling down so he could inspect it. "Hmm, looks like a bastard to me kiddo."

 

I laughed out loud, which was obviously the effect he was looking for, before seeing that I had a trickle of red running down my leg. I must have snagged it on the way in.

 

"So how far have you got to go to get home?" he asked.

"About a thirty minute walk I guess," I sighed, not looking forward to a soggy clothed walk.

"When do you need to be home?" the man queried.

"About six," I said. "What time is it now? My phone is my watch and it's at the bottom of the canal!"

"Oh you've got plenty of time yet then," he told me. "How about we get you cleaned up a bit so you can at least walk home dry."
"Um," I started, wondering what he meant by cleaned up.

"Plus, I want to clean out that cut and with everything that it is in the water, I think you should grab a shower," he suggested. "We don't want you catching Weil's now do we?"

"Wheels? Why would I catch a tyre?" I asked, confused.

"No, Weil's disease can be caught from stagnant water and can lead to all sorts of nastiness, like the shits, puking up, or if it's bad it can get in your kidneys," he told me.

"Crap! Fuck that!" I exclaimed, worried.

"How about I rinse your clothes out and stick them in my dryer while you shower, I'll clean out and plaster up your cut and when you're ready, you can be on your way," he said.

"Okay, um but what's your name?" I asked, manners finally coming out of me. "Mine's Andy."

"Well, that's two of us then," he laughed, holding out a hand for me to shake. He held it a few seconds longer than I thought normal, but shrugged it off.

"Where should I get undressed," I asked, before thinking that a perv would probably say `right here'! I hoped he wasn't one!

"Why don't you go into the shower room, get out of those dirty clothes and poke them out of the door and give me a shout," Andy suggested. "Then I can pick them up after you've closed the door behind you. That way your modesty is intact."

"Ha!" I laughed. "You sound like you know kids!"

"Well, I'm not just a lonely old bloke wandering along the canal," he chuckled. "I'm actually on my way to see my son, his partner and my step-grandson. He'd be about your age, maybe a little younger I guess."

"Oh cool," I said, breathing a slight sigh a relief. "So where do I go?"

 

I peeled my top off, thinking that it wouldn't hurt to let him have all my clothes other than my shorts. I bent down and undid my trainers and took off my completely drenched socks.

 

"Just hold on a sec, lad," he said to me, taking them from me before returning with another glass of water and another pill, this one blue. "Take this as well, you've grazed your back and I want to make sure the pills are strong enough."

"Thanks Andy," I replied, popping the pill. I stepped into the small bathroom, well, shower room was right really as there was no bath. I undid my shorts and peeled them off my body, despite their best efforts to remain stuck to my flesh. I opened the door to put them outside but Andy was walking past just as I did. I managed to hit him straight in the chest with the disgustingly filthy clothes. "Shit, sorry Andy."

"That's okay, my fault," he replied, taking them from my outstretched hand. I saw his eyes flick over my body before I realised that I was standing in the open doorway, fully exposed to him.

"Oops," I forced a laugh to try to solve the awkward situation. "Me bad."

 

I shut the door and stepped into his shower. As the water hit my body, I quickly poured some of his shampoo into my hair and washed the nastiness out of it. I saw some mint and tea leaf shower gel and gave myself a healthy dollop of it, lathering up my body to get rid of anything that could give me that tyre disease he was going on about earlier. It certainly didn't sound good. As my gelled up hand rubbed my cock, I couldn't help but gasp out as the tingling feeling from the gel hit my dick. I was immediately hard, cursing my inability to control my urges, and thought that I needed to do something before heading back out to the old guy. If he had a son and grandson, sorry, step-grandson, what the fuck was that??, then he wouldn't appreciate a gay fag like me popping boners in front of him. I started to stroke myself quickly, no thought in my mind about making it enjoyable, just wanting to bust my nut. I gripped my six inches of flesh and pumped it, not quite understanding why I was feeling so horny. After all, I'd fallen in the canal, drank a load of shit water, had an interesting but non sexual day at school, but here I was jerking off in the bathroom of some guy I don't know.

 

"Oh fucking yeah!" I gasped as I shot my load against the wall, leaning on it as my legs gave their little quiver that they always do when I cum.

"Are you okay Andy?" I heard my namesake ask through the door. Now that could be embarrassing.

"Um, yeah, I'm good," I shouted. "I'll be out in a sec."

"Okay, that's good," he replied. "I'll go put the kettle on."

 

What is it about old guys and tea? I stepped out, dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my waist. Having not thought the logistics through earlier, and obviously neither had Andy, I walked back into his lounge area with just the long bath towel wrapped around me. I took a seat on the sofa, as I heard Andy whistling in the small kitchen area. I picked up the remote control and flicked on the tv, figuring I'd put something on so that we had something to do while my clothes dried.

 

As the picture came on the television, my mouth dropped open in shock. I glanced underneath the large screen and saw a dvd player with a usb stick in it. There was a light flickering on the small memory stick, showing that it was the source of what was flicking through the screen. My cock stiffened immediately.

 

"Here you goooooo oh shit," the older guy said as he went to hand me a hot cup of tea, making me jump slightly.

"That's, that's," I started.

"Um, look, it's not what you think," he stuttered out.

"Not what I think?" I gasped out. I pointed to the screen where there was a young boy sucking on a man's cock while another bloke was fucking his arse.

"You weren't supposed to see that," Andy garbled out. "I had no intention of doing anything with you, okay, I just helped you out of the canal."

 

I looked back and forth between the screen and the sixty something year old guy. I heard a voice in my head. Or at least I thought I did.

 

`That's it grandpa, fuck me good," Daimon begged.

 

I was stunned as I looked around for my little cherub but couldn't see him. As I twisted, my towel fell away, exposing my hardness to him.

 

"It looks like you may not be so shocked about this after all, eh Andy?" the old guy smiled at me, and I felt a hand grip my cock.

"Wha?" I grunted, before pleasure hit my brain. I knew that despite my jack off a few minutes earlier, I was still horny, and was I going to pass up a chance of letting someone else get me off?

"I had a feeling about you, especially when you got naked for me in the shower room," Andy whispered softly as his body pressed against mine. "Tell me I'm wrong and we'll stop."

 

I looked up at him, he was about five inches taller than me after all, and words failed to come out of my mouth. Instead, as I opened to argue, I felt his lips press against me. Arms embraced my naked body, sliding up and down my back and my willpower went and I returned the kiss. I wrapped my own arms around his body and with an easy lift, I was off my feet. My legs hooked around his hips and I felt myself being carried through the boat. Our mouths parted, my lips moving to his neck as I started to grind my hardness into his chest.

 

"Please, I don't want to do this," I pleaded with him, but my own body was betraying me as I shivered and shook as my humping became frantic against his body.

"Cum for me baby boy," he whispered, giving my ear a little nibble.

 

That was all I needed and I groaned in ecstasy as I creamed his shirt with my boy juice. I grunted and gasped, riding the overwhelmingly wonderful feelings that only an orgasm can bring. Thinking that would be it as he lowered me to his bed, I couldn't believe it when Andy licked my balls before taking my cum soaked cock into his mouth, teasing it back to full hardness.

 

"Oh crap, what's happening?" I cried, not believing I could be so hard so quickly.

"I guess that Viagra really agrees with you," Andy chuckled.

"Huh?" I panted as he planted kisses all around my belly button.

"Viagra. That little blue pill," he continued. "I take a chance every now and then, and it looks like I've come up trumps, if you pardon the pun."

"But, but, but you've got a son and grandson?" I gasped out as I felt a finger probe around in my crevice of my behind. "Oh crap!"

"There's the little hole," Andy grinned as he watched me squirm on the bed as he scratched his nail over my pucker and teased me by pushing inside me upto his fingernail.

"Aw shit, that's good," I moaned, hating myself for the moment as my body betrayed me. As much as I had enjoyed the sex with Gary yesterday, this bloke wasn't someone who had been on my radar as a sex partner.

"Let me get naked and we can enjoy your body some more," Andy said to me.

 

Knowing that it was going to happen, I put my hands behind my head, spreading my legs slightly. Of course, that just exposed my body fully to the old perv. I watched as he peeled off his shirt, still wet with my recent ejaculate, and saw that while he wasn't thin, he wasn't fat. He had a bit of a belly but other than that, he didn't look too bad. He undid his trousers and pulled them off, leaving himself in a pair of women's knickers.

 

"Do you like?" he giggled as my mouth dropped open.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"The silky feel of them keeps me dripping all day long," Andy replied. "Come here and taste."

 

The brain in my main head was no longer in control of my actions, as little Andy stood up to attention. I crawled over to the side of the bed and as the old guy pulled down the lacey black knickers, a hard cock popped up. It was a lot bigger and thicker than Gary's was. He was right as well, as it was soggy with a sheen of liquid across the exposed head. I opened my mouth and he guided his thickness into me. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, my tongue running over the head, tasting the exquisite flavour of his pre-cum. Hands wove into my hair and he started to fuck my mouth.

 

"Oh god yeah," he groaned. "Just make sure you keep your teeth covered."

 

I couldn't answer as his cock filled my mouth and cut off my ability to speak. Remember what Daimon had done to me, I started to hum slightly, causing the old guy to gasp out and he quickly pulled out of my mouth. He grabbed my body and flipped my body up the bed. My face hit the pillow and I felt his hand once more at my rear entrance.

 

"There's only one hole that my spunk is going in and it's not down your throat," he growled. Dampness touched my pucker and I heard the squeeze of a bottle. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Andy lubing his cock. It looked even bigger than before and I had a moment of panic flash through my soul.

"I dunno bout this," I started. "You're a lot bigger than what I've had before."

"So you are a little arse bandit as well as a cock sucker?" Andy chucked as he lined himself up. I felt my hole stretch as he started to push the monster dick inside me.

"Aw fuck!" I cried, clenching the bed sheets as pain hit my behind. "Stop, please!"

"Not a chance kid," he told me. "Tell me about the cock you've had before."

"Argh! Um! God! The first was a mate, younger," I gasped out as I felt his entire head pop inside my bum hole. Stars hit my eyes and I took a large gulp of air.

"There, the hardest part is over now," he said gently, stroking my back with his rough hands. "Now tell me about it as I get fully into you."

"Um, we were just messing around at the start, I knew he was gay, and we kissed," I started to explain and ran through my first time with Daimon, leaving out the fact that Dave was there all the way through it. Body warmth covered my body as Andy eased his weight down on top of me. He was fully inside me, something I wouldn't have expected to be able to handle and I actually felt that thrill of pride run through me. His hands worked their way underneath my body, sliding down my chest and they gripped me on each side of my groin. He started to pull his cock out of me, and now that I'd been shagged by the experienced Gary, I knew what to expect. However, the older guy caught me by surprise when I felt his cock head stretching my pucker, he pulled me backwards, raising my hips off the bed, impaling me back onto his cock. "Oh Christ!" I gushed as I felt my own cock squirt underneath me. The sudden pressure on my prostate had took my beyond the edge and Andy held my trembling body as I shot load after glorious load onto the bed sheets.

"My little grandson loves it like this," he nibbled into my ear as my climax shuddered through me. "He adores it when my son or me ram our cocks into his tight little pre teen bum."

"Lucky bastard," I grunted as Andy pushed me downwards, scraping his cock along my inner tunnel. He then set up a rhythm of pulling my hips into him while thrusting himself in and out. I couldn't believe the feelings running through my body as this sixty something year old guy fucked me like I'd never been fucked. It was almost like something out of one of the many, many pornos I'd watched. I didn't know how he hadn't cum yet, but when I felt my toes curl underneath, my hands grabbed the sheets once again. My cock was sliding against the slick bed sheet underneath that was soaked in my previous cum. I lost the ability of being able to put words together and I just settled for grunts and groans as my cock let loose once more. This time though, as my arse twitched and spasmed against the pole of my invader, I heard Andy moan and he thrust himself hard into me, time after time until he held me, his body shaking.

"Take my cream," he gasped out. "I'm breeding your gay boy ass."

I felt pain on my neck and realised that he was biting into me. A weird thought that he might be a vampire ran through my head before my eyes started to droop. My whole body was tired, exhausted. I felt myself drift off into slumberland with Andy's still hard cock wedged firmly up my arse.

 

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