Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 18:58:15 +0100
From: boyinsandals
Subject: 'Finn' Part 1 M/B (anal)

A WARNING:

This story describes sexual acts between a teenager and a man. If this
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isn't intended.  (Inspiration for this warning came from Edward Bangor's
work; I hope you do not mind my liberal usage.).


Finn

'Water bottle, torch, sun block and, most important of all bum blister
cream!'

'Very funny Jamie!  No need to be so jealous.  You know I need a break.  I
would prefer taking it with you.  But you are the one with the summer exams
for the next two weeks.'

The young man's eyes fell away from mine.  Even as he looked at my feet I
could tell I'd hit a nerve.  Yes, it would be hard for Jamie.  I have never
left him behind before.  For the past four years we'd been unseparatable,
except when our family obligations, school or my business intervened.  It
suddenly dawned on me that this was also going to be harder for me than I'd
imagined.  I knew I would miss him too.

'Don't be silly Jamie', I said through a forced smile, 'the two weeks will
fly past.  You will have your A grades and I will have nicely tanned legs,
then it's back to normal ... you do understand that?'

My voice betrayed my feelings.  He looked up at me through that long blond
fringe I have long loved.  A tear pushed its way out of each of his dark
blue orbs and raced each other either side of his slightly upturned and
freckled nose.  As he stood there, naked except for an old pair of jean
cut-off shorts, he still had me captivated.  His slightly broader chest and
swollen and erect nipples made Jamie look like the teenager he was,
flowering right on the edge of manhood.  Yet his slight frame, smooth
hairless legs, long golden girlish locks and round eyes made him the little
boy I'd know these past few years.  I resisted pulling him to my chest.
That would make our parting far harder.

Instead, as my hand caressed his naked shoulder I said, 'back to revision
for you.  Thanks for seeing me off.'

He stood there in the bright sunshine until I could barely see him through
the rear window of the taxi.  Finally, I turned around and look forward to
my holiday.

Even through my sandals the airport tarmac slowly burned the soles of my
feet.  I knew I had made the right choice.  I had nothing but sun and fun
to look forward to for the next two weeks.  Despite the heat I felt a chill
of excitement at the pit of my stomach as I caught the eye of a thickset
and rather hairy man on the opposite side of the luggage dispenser.  He'd
been staring at my legs and sandaled feet for a little longer than mere
curiosity.  I held his eye for a brief moment then look straight through
him.  The message was clear, you may look but you cannot touch.

In the cool of my hotel room I finally had time to contemplate my day.  The
low set green chair tried to suck me further into it as the mock leather
surface cloyed at my legs making alarming kissing noises every time I
adjusted my position.  My legs were spread wide apart in front of me, heels
rested on the dark red tiled floor.  The room had bright hue about it
despite the dark floor.  Through wide windows to my right I could hear
breakers rolling into the beach that over looked my balcony.  In front of
me the golden wall reflected the scattered light as bounced off the sea and
burst into my room.  To my left was the double bed where my case lay
unopened still labeled for travel.  Yet, as I gripped my glass of iced
water my thoughts were far away.

Jamie was right.  It has taken four years, but I am ready to believe it
too.  Maybe I now understood why he was so upset when he first learnt of my
trip.  For as long as I had known him Jamie told me that I was 'hot'.  The
thought of myself in that way still freezes my skin.  At school I was
certainly not one of the bronzed and handsome boys that I secretly admired.
Speaking to them was not encouraged, to make friends was impossible!  We
had nothing in common.  I was poor at sport.  I was too skinny and I did
not attract girl.  As for the girls, I neither liked them or them me.  I
spent my formative years wishing I were somebody else.  Wishing I was one
of those attractive boys.  Then along came Jamie.  His beauty made all
those bronzed studs of my past look like runners up in a minor village
maiden competition!

I still remember the day I first saw Jamie.  His long blond hair fell about
his shoulders and made it impossible to tell if he was a girl or a boy.
His ruby red lips didn't help much. Jamie's make shift shorts rode high up
his tanned legs.  It was only when his old leather sandals and sleeveless
tee shirt were discarded that I knew that I'd found the boy of my dreams.
All afternoon I watched as all the other girls and boys almost fought each
other for the privilege to chase and romp with Jamie.  I do not know where
he found the energy to cope.  This first meeting was at the annual summer
picnic I organized every year for my employees.  It was something I dreaded
until Jamie appeared, the uninvited guest of the son of an employee.  Since
that day Jamie has always received his very own personal invitation.

What amazed me was that he only agreed to go to that picnic because he
wanted to meet me.  Jamie was aware of me long before I was of him and
wanted to make friends.  We were many miles way from lovers at that time.
An eleven year old would not understand the forces that drove him.
Nevertheless, Jamie implicitly knew he wanted to be with me.  This is why I
am I went on this particular vacation.

Jamie had from day one insisted that I was the greatest thing in his life.
He also thought my sense of self loathing was the biggest joke.  Bit by bit
he taught me to love myself as much as he does me and I him.

My re-education has been long and painful.  It started with a change in
clothing style.  Jamie raided my closet and dumped my suits.  Out went my
suits. These were my cherished uniforms of authority that I had long hidden
behind.  How was I now to maintain respect as the boss of my company?  This
was a mistake, or so I thought.  Next was a trip to the street markets and
into shops I never knew even existed.  Jamie had to practically frog-march
me into these places because they were not me!  Well ... weren't they?

My legs have always held a fascination for Jamie.  I must have had some
interesting ancestors because my body is practically hairless.  This was a
major source of ridicule at school.  Today, the absence of hair has now
become a topic of conversation for my female employees.  I tan very quickly
hiding the few hairs I do I have on my arms and legs.  The office gossip is
that I wax my legs.  Yes, they do see my legs everyday, thanks to Jamie!

Leather thong toed sandals were the first item chosen for me. The next
purchase was those very short black cotton shorts.  They never get further
than one quarter the way down my thighs.  Mostly they ride high and anybody
who cared to look now knows that I have a small scare right at the top of
my left hip, the result of a childhood injury.  A variety of tee shirts and
jerseys served to set off my newfound image.  What was the impact of this
change in style on my world?  Quite simply devastating!

The shock in the office began to subside after a week.  In the following
months I noticed that the women were much more at ease in my presence than
ever before.  However, the majority of the men found the change too much.
I had a number of resignations.  I gladly replaced them with better team
members.  Those men who did remain also became closer and more open.
Overall, my office was a much happier and fun place to be than before.  My
staff embraced Jamie as well.  One unexpected bonus was an increase in the
number of clients.  Tendering for contracts dressed as I now was would be a
mistake, or so I thought.  Wrong again! We have doubled the number of
clients within six months of me first listening to that boy.

Now here I was alone in a small hotel in a Southern European resort
village.  Why?  The reason is also bound up with Jamie, of course.

'Do not fuck anybody over there!' That was his last request before I left.
Then the fifteen year old added with a devilish smile, 'Instead, it is you
who has to get fucked.'

He had grabbed me by my psychological balls!  To be pursued and then fucked
by a teen boy remained an impossibility to me.  You see, in my relationship
with Jamie it was I who was the dominant one.  We preferred it that way.
Furthermore, Jamie did not feel comfortable with me finding another teen to
dominate.  Yet, I certainly couldn't imagine myself at the bottom of
humping hot teen boy's load.  But that was exactly the task I had been set.

The first twelve days of my fourteen-day vacation were, as I had feared,
boy less.  I had many suitors in that time.  Many men and a few women made
it clear what they wanted.  Typically, while standing at a bar I would
suddenly feel a firm warm hand grasp my buttock.  Sometimes hands damp,
with sweat and excitement would rub my inner thigh, brushing gently against
the thin cotton g-string thong I wore under my shorts.  Then I would be
face to face with a large man, his piercing eyes searching for the sign he
was looking for.  In each case I'd mutter my excuses and retreat.  These
guys were not what I was looking for.

A local boy followed me around for days. Not more than twelve, he was
dressed in nothing but a pair of faded red shorts.  From the holes I could
see he wore little else underneath.  His dark long hair hid brown oval eyes
and sometimes half his face.  Long hours in the sun had given him the dark
even tan of a boy who'd lived outside most of his short life.  He would
chatter to me in the local dialect.  I could barely follow it, but I
quickly discovered what he wanted.  I found him naked in my hotel bed when
I returned the evening before.  As I watched him sleep, I was so tempted to
join him.  Unfortunately, I was on a mission.  Reluctantly, I gently woke
him, found his shorts and pointed to the window.  He left the way he came,
unwillingly.

I was in a bad mood when I walked into the seaside cafe.  This was a
village I wanted to visit before my vacation ended.  Ignoring the expectant
glance from the man seated at the cafe's door, I sat down in the cooler
saloon beyond.  I did not notice the gaggle of teenagers playing pool in
the coolest part of the bistro.

'Hey look at that guy,' said the oldest of the gang in clear English, 'I
bet he's the local fag!'

As the laughter died away I became aware of three pairs of eyes staring at
me from the pool table.  In earlier times such attention would have driven
me from the bar.  I am now made of much sterner stuff and, besides, in the
middle of the group was one boy who interested me.

I decided to play a small trick.  My command of the local language was good
enough to perpetuate the fiction that I was just a local.  My deeply tanned
arms, legs and feet did the rest. In a voice loud enough for the whole
cafe to hear, I questioned the cafe owner about the hills that
overlooked the town.  Satisfied the boys were convinced I was indeed a
local; I rose and walked directly towards the group of pool playing teenage
tourists.

'Have any of you boys explored the hills above this town?'  I queried in my
best Oxford University English, 'I understand it's the place where the
mythical beautiful boy, Ganymede, was seduced by the God Zeus disguised as
an eagle.'  I ignored the look of shock on all three faces and continued,
'It's my favourite classical story and I'm going to visit those hills once
the sun begins to cool down.'  Pure invention of course, but I got my
message across.  I was a tourist, I spoke their language and I was into
boys.

Briefly I held the eye of the smallest of the teenagers.  He had brown hair
that reached the nap of his lightly tanned neck.  His brown eyes shone like
two tiny moons lit momentarily by a distant sunbeam.  His slightly upturned
nose reminded of Jamie's, as did his full red lips.  Apart from the rough
string around his neck he was naked to his waste.  His nipples were plump
and full and stood out erect from his chest.  Compared to the other two
teenagers beside him, he looked skinny.  His knee length swimming short
hung low off his thin hips revealing a vast expanse of smooth skin below
his navel.  The cords of his swim shorts drew attention to his crutch and
what hung within.  I could just make out a faint hint of hair above his
waste band.  His long thin toes emphasized his broad unshod feet that were
smooth and tanned as his legs.

As my eyes returned to his face I was surprised to see his eyes fixed on my
crutch.  He reddened as he realized I knew he was checking me out.

The two bigger boys were muscled and thick set compared to my brown-haired
friend.  Their defined pecks, expanse of hair on their legs and arms and
pronounced bulges that their long swimming shorts failed hide.  This told
me they were at least eighteen.  Next to these hunks my boy could not have
been more than sweet sixteen.

'No mate, can't help you there,' was the reply from the largest boy.  They
rapidly recovered from their shock.  While the two bigger boys turned their
back to me and continued their pool game, the younger boy, statuesque,
stared after me as I left the cafe.

Even at this hour the sun was still very hot.  I was breathing in hot gas
as if I put my head into a hot oven.  The only thing to be heard was the
incessant call of thousands of crickets and the drag of my sandals as I
made my way up the stony path to the summit of the hill.  The nearer I got
to the top the narrower the path became.  Tall trees and low vegetation
that hid the crickets and birds began to crowded in.  At the top I was
grateful for the shade because the pool of light at the center of the hill
was still as hot enough to make the skin arms and legs tingle as if
assaulted by millions of tiny pins.  Then I heard it again and the pit of
my stomach went cold.  All thought of my discomfort went.  He was there in
the shadows.

I felt strange and exhilarated being spied upon by a young boy, especially
one I wanted.  I stepped out of my shorts that were pooled at my feet in
the middle of the clearing.  The sun so was bright it was hard to penetrate
the shadows that surrounded the clearing, but I knew he was watching.  My
cock stiffened as I pull my tee shirt over my head until my thong was could
no longer restrain my balls and they dropped out ether side of the string.
I picked up my suntan lotion and in my aroused state walked to where I knew
he was hiding.

'I need your help.'

He looked up embarrassed crouched there with his swim shorts discarded and
his long thin erect cock in his hand.

'Yeah sure,' was all he said.

He was barely able to get the words out as I took his hand and pulled him
to his feet.  His cock was longer than mine and curved up almost hitting
his navel.  In the heat his hairless balls hung low trying to escape the
cooker around his crutch.  I shook my head in disapproval as he
half-heartedly reached for his shorts.  He let me lead him into the center
of the clearing.  I could see that he was hairless except for a small
triangle of thin brown hair now separated by his engorged cock.  Like me,
he still had his foreskin intact.

'I need somebody to rub this on my back,' I too found myself becoming
breathless as my excitement mounted.

'Yeah sure,' he said again as he watched me lay face down on my towel.

The next fifteen minutes were heaven.  His fingers glided over my back
squeezing each muscle as if they were meant for one another.  With my aid,
he pulled my g-string thong down my legs and then eagerly explored my ass.
Rubbing oil over the globes, he let his fingers trail deeper and deeper
until I involuntarily opened my legs to aid his invasion.  He circled my
hole at least three times before he pushed his finger in far enough for me
to try and capture the digit and draw it deeper and deeper into my ass.
Then he was at my feet.  The boy bent my right leg discarded my sandal,
licked that sole.  He then repeated this with my other.  Each time I spread
my toes to allow his tongue better access as he kissed and sucked each
digit.  Now know why Jamie loved me doing this to his feet so much.

I was surprised by his strength as he suddenly flipped me onto my back.
His eyes greedily took in my cock as it slapped on to my belly.  Then he
surprised me again by pushing my legs up over my head, until each knee
touched either ear.  Over my engorged cock I watched as he used copious
amounts of suntan oil to lube his.  He became more aroused and pre-cum
joined suntan oil in the lube mix.  Then, almost as an after thought, he
pushed his oily finger far enough up my ass to get my cock twitching with
excitement.  As his slick finger needed and massaged my balls he pulled
himself to a position where entry would be trouble free.  After rubbing the
head of his cock, now completely exposed from its skin sheath, on my hole
he pushed with all his strength.

I have never been fucked before.  I was a very experienced boy and man
fucker, but I had never allowed myself to be fucked.  It just didn't feel
natural to me.  Of course, I had put things up my ass before as I rubbed
myself and so knew of the pleasures that could be had.  But this was
something else.

His assault was over eager and inexperienced and I winced with pain as he
forced his way passed my sphincter.  He let out a gasp as my ass wrapped
itself around his cock and attempted to squeeze the life out of it.  He
froze, his burning eyes fixed onto mine.  After what seemed an age he
shifted slightly and then pushed again.  It's hard to tell which reacted
first.  As my cock went into spasm and pushed out copious amounts of
pre-cum my brain registered the assault on my prostate.  I lay back, rolled
my eyes and moaned with pleasure as he began to plunge in and withdraw and
then repeat the process over and over like a piston forcing its way up a
very tight cylinder.  The only means of release would be an explosion of
cum.

Did this go on for hours, days, months years?  Who knows?  We were both in
a world without time.  Sometimes I would feel his hot breath and rasping
tongue wrapped around mine in a Zeus like union.  Other times I would feel
him painfully squeeze my balls in a vice sending waves pleasure pain
through me.  Or he would pound my cock until I thought I was near the edge.
All the time there was the stroke of that red-hot rode of steal, for that's
what it felt like, forcing itself in and out of my ass.

The boy's pace quickened, he no longer cared what he was doing to my ass,
if he ever did in the first place.  His renewed vigour sent waves of
pleasure from my ass to my tummy, down my legs to my toes.  My cock felt
like it had grown another inch as it went ramrod stiff twitching in time to
the boy's fucking.  The frenzy came very fast and then I felt spurt after
spurt of hot liquid coat my insides.  At the same time my cock gave a final
spasm and a then one jet after another of cum shot over my chin and my
chest.  My shrinking cock pooled the remainder on my navel.  The boy
collapsed on top of me, his cock softening inside my hole.

We must have lain joined by his dick and cum coating our chests for a good
half hour.  Eventually, the boy stirred, nibbling my bottom lip and licking
the excess of cum from my cheek.  As his cock slid out of my ass he rolled
onto his back.  He rubbed my cum into his chest like suntan oil and licked
it from his fingers like ice cream.  As I rolled onto my tummy I felt a
warm liquid run down my leg and over my balls.

'My name's Finn,' the boy said without invitation, 'you are so hot!'

I was deeply touched by that and managed to reply, 'well you have just
given me the best fuck of my life!'

Finn looked down, but I could see that my words meant a lot to him.  'Do
you really mean that?' he queered, 'after all you can get any guy you
want.'

'Yes, I really mean it', I said, I took his flaccid cock in my hand and at
the same time kissed his cheek, 'you have no idea how gorgeous you are!'  I
added as I nibbled his ear and hair at the same time.  He was now fully
erect but that just pulled him back into the real world.

'Shit it's getting late, my mum will kill me!'

Precariously balanced, he shoved his right foot into his swim shorts and
then looked back at me, 'you will be here tomorrow same time?'

I was stunned by the question.  For twelve days I'd been trying to find a
teen that was the least bit interested in me.  Now I had one practically
begging to fuck me for a second time!

'Will you?' the urgency in his voice scared me a little.

'Yes Finn, you can bet on your life that I will be here.'

With the word, 'brilliant!' still in the air he was gone.  It was only then
that I noticed that the sun had practically set and my wooded clearing was
now a mass of shadows.

THE SECOND - AND LAST - PART OF FINN next ...