Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2005 00:01:16 +0100
From: john.venn3 <john.venn3@btinternet.com>
Subject: Garry and John - the Begining

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and boy.
The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living
person or persons as far know, much as you or I might wish!

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Garry and John   (m/t, mast, oral, anal, cons)
by
Alexander

Chapter One

My father and his brother hadn't spoken for many years, for what reason I
don't know. The only thing I knew was that on the few occasions I'd met
him, I didn't like him much. I must have been about eight or nine that last
time we met, my mother took me to stay with them for a few days as his wife
had just had a baby and wasn't very well. The reason for her poor health I
was to find out later was that she'd had the baby relatively late in life -
in her mid-forties. Unbeknown to me that baby, later to be named Garry, was
to play an important part in my life much later on.

For the time being I just wanted to get away from my Uncle and his other
two sons, Bobby (short for Robert) and Michael. They were in many ways like
their father, and even at the ages of 15 and 16, were already brash,
boisterous and bullying. And I at the tender age of eight or nine was the
perfect target for them. My Uncle ruled the family with a rod of iron, or a
leather belt, or his fist. Family arguments were an everyday occurrence and
almost always ended with him hitting one or other of the boys whether they
were part of the argument or not. Life for those few days was hell.

It wasn't until twelve years later that I saw my Uncle again. I was at
university, about thirty miles away from them. I don't know what on earth
possessed me, but for some reason I'd telephoned them one day and asked if
I could come and see them. I'd like to think that it was from some sort of
altruistic idea of bringing my Uncle and father together again, but more
likely it was because I wanted to somehow show I was an independent being.

Anyway, for whatever reason I found myself driving towards Oxford (England,
that is!) one Spring Saturday morning, idly thinking of what the next few
hours would bring.  Once I found the house (they'd moved two or three times
since I was last visited, and now lived in a small picturesque village just
outside Oxford), I knocked at the door and waited. It was soon opened by my
Uncle and immediately I half-regretted my visit. The first thing that
struck me was the smell of pipe tobacco which enveloped him like an
invisible cloud. Instantly unpleasant memories of my previous stay with
them surfaced, I'd forgotten that smell and all its
associations. Struggling to pull myself together, we shook hands and I was
invited in.

My initial nervousness soon disappeared as I found that not only did it
seem that he'd changed, but the house was very different to the one I
remembered with some distaste.  The two older boys had married and left
home, which I was a bit surprised at, as far as I know we'd never been
invited or even told about their weddings. I'd almost forgotten about the
third boy, Garry, until I was reminded of him by my aunt, who told me that
he was ill in bed at the moment getting over a cold, and perhaps I would
like to go upstairs and see him later. I would be sharing the room with him
anyway if I decided to stay the night. We talked for a little while longer
about family affairs, catching up on a good many years history. One good
thing which came out of our conversation was that they'd promised to ring
my parents soon and even try to go and visit them. Something else however
disturbed me a little. Whenever we spoke about Bobby and Michael, they were
full of praise for them: how well they'd done, how rich they were going to
become and so on. Garry hardly ever got a mention, and when he did I got
the distinct impression that there was a problem of some sort. I wasn't on
firm enough ground with them to probe too deeply, but I stored it at the
back of my mind for future reference as I hoped that Garry wasn't being
given the same sort of brutal treatment my Uncle had given his two older
boys.

Despite all the foregoing, I had quite a pleasant day with them, and when
asked if I would like to stay the night readily agreed, and within a few
minutes was introduced to Garry, my cousin and my room^^mate for the
night. Things were a little awkward at first as you might expect, but once
his parents had gone I sat on the edge of his bed and started to chat with
him. He was a much slighter built lad than his brothers, and my first
impression was also that he was a shy and timid boy. We did however manage
to get to know each other well enough to make us comfortable. One thing
that I haven't mentioned so far is that I am gay, but I don't suppose this
will surprise you for a moment, bearing in mind where you are.  My
experiences had been very limited however as I was also very frightened of
being found out. I'd had quite a few experiences at school, especially in
my mid-teen years, some of which were more memorable than others. I'd also
had one or two flings afterwards, but for two or three years now I'd been
completely celibate: doing nothing except look after myself. It was
somewhat to my embarrassment and surprise therefore that I found I was
getting an erection just sat on the bed talking with Garry. With discretion
being the better part of valour, I decided to cut the conversation short
and go to bed before I got myself into trouble.

Laying in bed in the dark, I turned things over in my mind, trying to put
into some sort of order the many things I'd learned over the past few
hours. On the one hand I was pleased that I was beginning to build some
sort of bridge between my Uncle and my father and that I'd coped rather
well with what could have been a very difficult situation. On the other
hand, my unexpected reaction to Garry disturbed me.

The following day, being Sunday, I decided to relax during the morning and
stay until lunch-time when I had to leave so I could get back to my hall of
residence in time to do some work before lectures on Monday. One thing I
did do during the morning however, was to have a serious effect on the rest
of my life. To save time later in the day, I'd decided to do a bit of
shopping in the village and Garry asked if he could come with me. Gladly I
agreed, and added that if no one minded we could go for a ride round the
countryside as well. Within a few minutes we were drifting around the
rather uninteresting countryside of this part of Oxfordshire, chatting away
quite happily.  He'd lost some of his shyness, and whilst not being too
voluble still managed to maintain an interesting conversation. Like his
brothers, he had an interest in cars and was interested in mine, which
happened to be a rather old ex-army Landrover I'd picked up cheap. Not a
good-looker certainly, but fun to drive. Idly, I asked if he could drive. I
knew that his brothers had been taught at a very young age by their father
and was surprised when he said he couldn't.

For whatever reason, and I swear that there was no ulterior motive, I asked
Garry if he'd like to try and have a go at driving my Landrover. He grinned
broadly at me and said that he'd love to.

"Any idea where we can go?" I asked, uncomfortably aware that I was getting
an erection, again. What was this boy doing to me?

We ended up on one of the several Second World War abandoned airfields that
scatter Oxfordshire. It was an ideal place for learning to drive as it had
a concrete runway, which whilst not all that wide was plenty long enough!

The Landrover, surprisingly, is an easy vehicle to drive. Not very fast,
and certainly heavy on the steering, but still fun to drive. It didn't take
Garry long to pick up the rudiments. In fact he appeared to have a sort of
gift for driving. We quickly progressed from driving up and down the runway
in more or less straight lines, to three-point turns and so on. It was
during one of these turns, when I was helping him with the steering wheel
when I noticed his groin. He had a definite erection! My thoughts flashed
back to when I was taught to drive at about the same age and how I would
get hard almost every time I got behind the wheel. (There was a reason for
that, but I'll tell that story later - maybe!!)

Immediately I saw the boner, my own hitherto dormant member sprang to
life. A little embarrassed, I slid back to my own side of the car and,
hopefully un-noticed, adjusted my cock into a less uncomfortable position.

Whilst Garry was having fun driving around, I stared out of the window,
trying to gather my thoughts.  Idly, I glanced over at my companion and let
my eyes wander down to his groin again. It was still tented out, but this
time it was being caressed by Garry's hand. At first I thought he was
adjusting himself just as I had done, but apparently not as he was
definitely toying with it. He must have noticed where I was looking as his
hand suddenly shot back to the steering wheel. I looked at his face and saw
that he was blushing a very bright red.

"Don't worry," I said, "That always used to happen to me when I drove.
Must be the vibrations!" I joked.

Garry half-smiled back at me, slightly more relaxed. His hand dropped back
to his groin and just rested there, his finger and thumb massaging what I
judged to be his cock-head.  I was trying to guess its size, and without
thinking, regretting it just as soon as I had said it, asked him how big it
was. Shit! Any thoughts I'd had of seducing the boy (and I must admit, it
had occurred to me) were dashed. Bollocks!

I got only a slightly puzzled, quizzical look from him before he replied
that he'd no idea really, but he supposed it was about four inches or
so. At least I'd had a reply and so all hope hadn't been lost I thought
gratefully.

"Not bad," I answered, trying to think desperately of what I could say or
do next to move things along and possibly change the subject for a while as
least. Once again I took hold of my own erection and adjusted it.

"How big's yours then?" I heard him say.

"Dunno. About six inches I guess," I told him.

There was a slightly awkward pause whilst we both sorted our thoughts out.

"Can I feel it?" I asked him quietly, surprised at my own audacity. He
didn't answer in words, just simply moved his hand back to the wheel and
opened his legs a little wider. For some reason I became very nervous: I
wasn't at all sure whether or not Garry really wanted me to touch him, or
whether he was just being nice, a sort of reward for letting him drive.

"You sure? You don't mind?" I checked.

"Yeah. I don't mind."

Trembling, I slid my hand over and rested it on his boner. Feeling it
gently with my fingers, I mentally agreed with him that he must have four
inches at least.

"Can I get it out?" I asked with baited breath.

The final question. I knew that if he said no, then the game had ended.
If, on the other hand he said yes, then there was hope. He nodded, still
not saying a word, eyes staring intently ahead. The Landrover is not a
well-designed vehicle as far as the passengers are concerned.  For one
thing there is an enormous transmission tunnel running down the centre of
the vehicle, surmounted by three gear levers (driving gears, low/high ratio
drive and transmission lock for those interested!).

Sitting sideways in my seat, I reached up and started to slide his zip
down. It only went about a third of the way before it jammed and try as I
might I couldn't get it any further down. Wordlessly, Garry lifted his butt
off the seat and adjusted his trousers so as to make it easier for
me. Damn! I still couldn't manage it.

"You do it," I pleaded. "Can't when I'm driving. In any case I can't
concentrate when you're doing that.  Let's stop over there."

He indicated an old hangar some little way off to one side. Within a minute
or so he'd pulled up against the high wall of the derelict
building. Without looking at me, he pulled his zip as far down as it would
go and slid down in his seat to make it easier for me. Eagerly I searched
for his prize, and only causing him to wince once slightly, managed to
manoeuvre his cock out through the slit in his undershorts and out into the
fresh air. It was beautiful. Perfectly proportioned, uncircumcised and just
the barest hint of blond pubic hair visible, I stared at it, astonished at
how exquisite it was.

"Beautiful!" murmured, "Just beautiful."

Gently I fondled it, storing every square millimetre of it in my mind for
future reference and hopefully a myriad jerk-off sessions.

"Can you come yet?" I asked, not for a second taking my eyes of the prize.

"Yeah," he said, eyes closed. He was obviously enjoying the attention.

"Wanna come now?"

"Dunno. It's not very comfortable here, and we might be seen." "We can get
in the back if you like."

My Landrover had a van-like back on it, windowless apart from the doors.

"It's not very big, but we could probably manage." "OK, if you want."

The words seemed to put the onus on me: he was trying his best to give the
impression of not being really bothered whether we did anything or not. But
his actions told another story. Making only a nominal effort to fasten his
zip, he was out of the door and making his way to the back before I could
turn round.

The space in the back wasn't all that big, and in any case it was filled
with various bits of junk of mine, but with a little effort we made enough
space for us to get more or less comfortable. Excitedly, I fumbled to undo
his belt and slide his trousers and white pants down to his knees. This
time I took a closer look at his manhood. Still erect, it was pointing
North, its skin-covered head reaching almost to his belly-button.

"It really is very nice," I whispered, taking hold of it and starting to
work my hand gently up ands down the short shaft.

"You can get mine out if you like," I said, wishing with all my heart that
he had the confidence, and the interest, to do so.

I felt his tiny hands scrabbling to undo the button at the waist of my
trousers and I humped up a bit to allow him to push them down to my knees.

The sensation I felt as he started to fondle my cock and balls was
indescribable. It had been a long time, far too long a time, since I had
felt anyone else's hand on my cock and I almost came with the shock. I
moaned involuntarily with the pleasure Garry was giving me. I hadn't felt
as good as this since the last time I was masturbated by a friend - and
that was a long time ago when I must have been about fourteen or fifteen.

We lay there for what seemed ages, heads on each other's shoulders, gently
playing with each other, revelling in every movement, every emotion and
every sensation. Without warning, I felt Garry's slight frame tense up, his
groin thrust towards me, and just as he was saying, "John ......" he came
massively, the results of our joint efforts shooting the few inches between
us and landing on my lower stomach.  Warm, wet and wonderful; his fresh
boyjuice setting off a reaction in me which caused me to ejaculate in
sympathy. Luckily most of it landed on the floor between us, only a little
managing to finish up on his T-shirt. Sighing deeply, we relaxed with our
arms round each other, deeply contented as we slowly came down from our
incredible climax. Garry was the first to drop into reality. I was still in
a daze when I heard him say, "Drive. I wanna drive!"

Rather groggily I looked at him as he struggled to dress himself, the
events of the past few minutes apparently already consigned to the past.

"Yeah. OK then," I answered, reluctantly reaching down for my trousers and
pants. "Go on then." We drove around for another half an hour or so when I
remembered the time.  "Hey, come on, we'd better get back, it's getting
late."

Pulling a face, Garry asked if he could drive as far as the gate.  Agreeing
to this, I watched as my new-found friend headed towards the exit.


Chapter Two

On the short drive home, I experimentally took hold of Garry's hand and
gave it a gentle squeeze. I was delighted when he squeezed me back and held
on.

"You done this sort of this before?" I asked conversationally.

"No, never. At least never like we just did." he replied. "I wanked off
with a friend of mine once, but we only did it that once."

I was a bit surprised. He was a good-looking boy, and he seemed to be
comfortable with what we'd done, if not very experienced. If asked, I would
have guessed that he was just a little more experienced than he said he
was.

Later that day, I drove happily back to my hall of residence, my mind full
of Garry and the fun we'd had. I also made my mind up that I would visit
again just as soon as I could, whether or not my father and his brother
made it up. I thought that I could get to like Garry a lot, and apart from
feeling sorry for him living alone with ageing parents, I felt that there
was some affinity between us, apart from the obvious sexual one.

As luck would have it, what with one thing and another, it was another four
weeks before I could pay a return visit. I telephoned them one Thursday
evening, asking if I could spend the weekend with them again. There was a
slight pause as Garry's mother obviously consulted her husband. My heart
sank as I just knew that for some reason or other I wasn't going to get
invited.  Nervously I waited, certain by now that they knew what Garry and
I had done.

"Yes. That'll be all right. Your Uncle Bill and me are going to a friends
house on Saturday night though and there'll only be you and our Garry here,
if that's OK." After a brief conversation, I gratefully replaced the
receiver, more than a little relieved that our secret was still safe. Then
it dawned on me.  Did I mind staying home with Garry! Did I !! I rushed to
my room and throwing my clothes off as fast as I could, had a much-needed,
quick and very enjoyable wank, thinking of the upcoming weekend.

After an eternity, Saturday eventually arrived, and just after nine in the
morning I was pulling into their driveway. I'd even got up early and
skipped breakfast so that I could get there as soon as I could. My Uncle
and Aunt and started to chat idly over the breakfast they were having when
I got into the kitchen. Garry, as usual I now knew, sat silently, not
uttering a word as he ate. Still without talking he got up from the table,
washed his dishes at the sink and disappeared to his room. "How is he?" I
asked conversationally. "Got over his cold?" "Yes. He's better now."

There was that edge again. Not exactly unfriendly, but not the tone of
voice one would expect someone to use when talking about their son. The
door opened and Garry came in, his arms full of bed sheets.  Silently he
stuffed them into the washing machine and switched it on.  Still in silence
and not looking at anyone, he washed his hands at the sink.

"Wet your bed again?" his father barked at him.

I looked at him in disbelief. The bastard! I wasn't surprised to learn that
Garry wet the bed, even at his age. Given his parents nature, I probably
would too. No, what amazed me was that his father would belittle him in
front of a visitor, even if he was family. Garry turned to face his father,
and in a low voice simply said, "Yes." Experience had obviously taught him
to stand still and not try to leave the room until his father had had his
say. I sensed that another row was about to erupt, and I felt that familiar
knot in my stomach once again. Anxious to forestall the row, I desperately
interrupted the exchange and asked if there was a good garage nearby as I
needed some bits for the car. Luckily it worked. Uncle Bill had a passion
for cars and it was the one topic almost guaranteed to divert his
attention. "What is it you need?" he asked, even looking interested.

"Spark plugs," I said in desperation. They were in fact OK., but when the
devil drives, etc. "What sort are they?" he queried.

Whilst we were discussing the best type of plug for my car, I noticed Garry
took the opportunity to slip unnoticed out of the room.

Having told me that the ones I had, despite being the manufacturer's
recommended ones, were not the best sort to use, he reached for the
telephone and called Bobby. After a brief conversation with his son, he
told me that Bobby had a boxful of just the ones I needed and that I could
have a set if I wanted to go and collect them. I thanked him profusely and
said that I would go and get them now. I had no desire whatsoever to go
visiting either Bobby or Michael. I didn't like them very much, and I am
sure the feeling was mutual. Nevertheless, it was worth it to escape from
the house for a while and hopefully take Garry along for company. I had no
idea where he lived, and despite being told two or three times, still
couldn't quite grasp how to get there. I was just about to suggest that
Garry came with me when, without warning, Uncle Bill shouted for Garry to
'get his arse down here.  Now!'

A few seconds later Garry walked into the kitchen, chin on his chest and
fear showing in his face, assuming that the row he'd narrowly avoided
earlier was about to re-kindle.

"Show John the way to Bobby's house, will you. He's got something to pick
up." The faintest sign of relief showed as he grabbed his coat from the
rack and headed out towards the car. As I looked at him, I realised that
during the hour or so I'd been here, I'd only heard him speak one word. The
feeling of deep sorrow hit me again.

Garry sat in the passenger seat, head bowed and hands resting in his lap.
Sensing that he needed some cheering up, I lightly slapped him on the knee
and asked if he was OK.

"Yeah. 'Spose so," he said, head still bowed.

He was obviously embarrassed. Not only about the bed-wetting business, but
also by the fact that I was nearly witness to another family row. He didn't
know that I'd already seen more than enough of those.  Idly, I left my free
hand resting on his leg, gently drawing circles with my fingers on his
thigh.

"It's all right you know. I don't care about the, er, the problem" I said
gently, leaving it to him whether I meant the wetting or argument, or
both. "Just as long as you are OK." Lifting his head up, he managed to give
me a weak smile.

"Listen. How about we go for a drive after we've been to Bobby's?" That was
it. The grin broadened and he sat upright, suddenly alert and wide
awake. Bobby, his wife and kids lived on the outskirts of Oxford on a
notorious housing estate called Blackbird Leys. Rough, tough and dangerous
to those who don't know it. We reached his house without difficulty and
went in through the back door. Bobby's eyes said it all. All the
intervening years were as nothing as our eyes met.  We went through the
polite pleasantries as we shook hands and he handed me the plugs.

Grudgingly he asked if I wanted him to fit them for me. Not really wanting
to get my hands dirty, and also not wanting to turn down what was probably
(for him) a gesture of friendship, I took him up on his offer. Within a few
minutes the job was done, and with a much better atmosphere between us, we
shook hands again and parted company.

"Wanna go for a drive?" I asked Garry unnecessarily.

"Can we?" he almost shouted, bouncing up and down in his seat.

"Yeah. Any ideas where?"

"Back on the airfield?"

"OK. then. Let's go."

I'd noticed the last time we were at the airfield, the country lanes that
approached it were little used and quite wide. It was with only a little
trepidation therefore that I suggested that Garry might like to drive the
last mile or so to the field through the lanes. He was overjoyed. All the
traumas of the morning vaporised instantly as he adjusted the driving seat
and started the engine. He really was already quite a competent driver. On
the couple of occasions we had to negotiate our way past oncoming cars, he
did so with confidence and skill. I relaxed and began to enjoy being driven
for a change, even if it was by a 12 year old! We spent a very enjoyable
half hour practicing reversing, three point turns and so on. Garry (and me)
were relaxed and happy, the world outside our car forgotten for a little
while at least. I kept glancing down at his crotch, waiting and watching
for the inevitable to happen.  And I wasn't to be disappointed. It didn't
take very long for the tent to grow in the loose track suit trousers he was
wearing.

"I see our friend's feeling better now," I laughed, nodding in the
direction of his boner.

Without a trace of embarrassment, he grinned at me and retorted, "Yeah, and
it's not the only one!"

He was right of course. I'd had a boner almost from the time we'd left
Bobby's house in anticipation of what I hoped would happen again.

A few minutes later, I noticed that Garry was rubbing his upper arms. The
steering is quite heavy on my car, and it takes some getting used to,
especially if you are only a young, slightly-built boy.

"Wanna stop for a funny half hour?" he grinned at me.

So that was it. He'd accepted our situation and had even gone as far as
giving it a sort of name. Funny half hour. As a sort of allusion to our
activities, it was perfect: and appropriate. "No thanks. Not today. I don't
feel like it."

For a fraction of a second he believed me. The look on his face for that
instant was delightful.  Disappointment, disbelief and surprise all
together. Then he cracked up.  "Christ, I thought you meant it for a
minute!"

"Yeah, well. Maybe I could be persuaded to change my mind." This time we
went over to a different part of the airfield where we'd seen some small
brick-built structures. The doors and windows had long since gone, either
stolen or rotted away. Skilfully Garry slid the Landrover between them and
parked.

"Let's explore," he said, "The back of your car isn't very good."

He was really getting into this I was pleased to see, and willingly joined
him in the exploration of the buildings. The third or fourth one we went
into was OK. Well^^hidden, dry and not too smelly. It also had the
advantage that we could see the track anyone would have to come down if
they were approaching us.  Grabbing the blanket and sleeping bag I always
kept in the back of the 'rover, I threw them to Garry who spread them over
the floor. Still dressed, we lay down facing each other, arms under each
other's shoulders. Garry's head resting on my shoulder. From the way he
relaxed and closed his eyes, I was sure that it had been a very long time
since anyone had shown him any physical affection and tenderness. We lay in
silence for a minute or two simply enjoying each other's company.  I felt
supremely happy at that moment and squeezed Garry tightly. I felt an
emotion I'd never felt before and was almost about to tell Garry how much I
......... but I thought better of it and instead kissed him on the
forehead. "OK now?" I whispered.

"Mmmmm." he sighed as he wriggled closer to me, eyes still closed and a
contented smile on his lips.

At that moment, it wasn't sex we wanted, it was the company, the closeness
and the tenderness. I felt Garry's hand slide under my shirt and up my
hairless chest. The feelings were wonderful as he played with my nipples
and even tried to tickle me under my arms. This I didn't want him to do as
I was supremely ticklish just there, so I rolled over, pulling him on top
of me. Wrapping my arms round him, I hugged him and gave him a soft,
experimental kiss on the lips.

"Happy?" I mouthed.

"Yeah. But not as good as I'll be in a few minutes," he said softly at the
same time as he began to unbutton my shirt.

"Can we get undressed? Everything?" he queried, his voice trembling with
emotion. " I'd like to .................."

I stopped him with my finger on his lips and sat up so we could undress
each other. Just a few seconds later we were laid facing each other, naked
as the day we were born. I drank in Garry's beautiful slender frame. I'd
know a few boys in the distant past of course, and had even been nude with
a few of them, but no one compared with Garry. He was consummately handsome
in an innocent, boyish way. His now solidly erect prick only adding to his
Adonis-like body. I failed to understand completely what he found so
attractive about me, and for the first time wondered what I would do if I
ever lost him.

My somewhat morbid thoughts were interrupted when he took hold of my tool
and began to play with it. I returned the favour, now devoting my full
attention to him. Over the next few minutes, there wasn't a square inch of
our bodies that we didn't explore many times over. The sensation of his
delicate fingers dancing their way over my hyper-sensitive skin was
supremely erotic. More than once I had to ask him to stop before I shot my
load over him. This caused no little amusement on his part, and he even
threatened to get dressed and go home if he wasn't allowed to have his
fun. This I prevented by pulling him down on top of me and pressing my lips
against his. At first he struggled against me a little, but eventually
allowed me entry to his mouth and was soon kissing me just as passionately
as I was him.

Reaching down between his legs, he manoeuvred my cock so that it was
between his legs, tight up in his crutch and pressing against his tiny
balls. His own prick he carefully laid straight on his stomach.  Then he
began to hump me. Not only was he massaging his own prick, but he was
wanking me off between his thighs at the same time. I lay back, not able to
do anything except stare into his beautiful face and enjoy the new and
fantastic experience. Gently I ran my fingers through his fair hair as he
became totally lost in his own distant world of hedonistic pleasure. It
wasn't long before I sensed that his movements were taking on a sense of
frantic urgency. His fucking motion became intense, almost violent in their
intensity: eyes tightly closed, he was groaning and moaning loud enough to
wake the dead as he raced headlong towards his impending climax.

When he came, he pressed his slim body tightly into mine, and at the same
time he squeezed me so tightly that it hurt. I felt his cum leave his
steel-hard cock in six or seven heavy bursts. My own spunk shooting at the
same time, going I knew not where - or cared! It took quite a few minutes
for him to come down from what must have been the most intense experience
of his young life. I had the feeling that he'd actually lost absolutely all
control of himself and was totally animalistic in his passion. He wasn't
just fucking me, he was fucking the world - for perhaps on one of the few
occasions in his life, he was in charge and doing what HE wanted, freely
and without pressure, able for once to totally give himself over to
passion. All the pain, the anger, the stress, was being exorcised through
someone who not only didn't pose any threat, but even showed some interest
in him as a person. Gently I continued to stroke his hair and back,
whispering soothing nonsense in his ear. I could feel the wetness from his
tears on my shoulder and hugged him closer to me. There was nothing either
he or I could say that would make sense at this point - the only thing we
could do was hold and comfort each other.

When he did eventually roll off me, he lay crooked in my arm, head resting
on my chest. His eyes were red from crying, and the bright smile he always
wore when we were together, a long way away. There were even bright flecks
of blood on his lips where he'd bitten them. I think he'd frightened
himself badly.  I'd be most surprised if he'd ever experienced such a mind
blowing and body-wracking emotion before.  Thinking about it as we lay
there, I was certain that in those few minutes he'd driven a great many
devils out of his life. His mother, his father, his bedwetting, his
......... I'm sure there were more I wasn't aware of. He was also acutely
embarrassed I assumed.

"Better?" I eventually asked.

He simply nodded, unable to trust himself to speak for the time being.

"It's all right, you know. I understand." I didn't of course, but he didn't
need to know that. "That was the best ever," I added truthfully.

Slowly he got up and searched for his clothes, hastily abandoned a
life-time ago. I watched, unmoving as wordlessly he got dressed. Just as
silently he sat on an upturned box, staring vacantly into space as I
dressed myself.

Once dressed, I moved to him and grasped him by the shoulders. Lifting him
up, I looked in to his eyes and grinned at him. "You were perfect. We can
have a funny half-hour like that any time you like," I said, with as much
tenderness as I could muster. I sat on the box next to him and put an arm
on his shoulder.

"I wish ........." he started to say, but stopped when the tears started
again. "Shush," I whispered.  "Don't say anything just yet. There's no need
to. I understand more than you think. Just relax and get your breath back."

He managed to cheer himself up a bit by the time we got back home, at least
enough to behave normally as he entered the house.


Chapter Three

The rest of the day passed reasonably well. I even managed to hold some
half^^way decent conversations with my Uncle and Aunt, Garry laying face
down on the floor watching television in silence. At about seven o'clock
his parents disappeared to get ready for their evening out.  I couldn't
help but give Garry a gentle kick on his side and grinning wickedly at him
when he turned to look at me. Returning his gaze to the TV, I'm sure he
gave his butt a little wiggle for my benefit.  Eight o'clock came and my
Uncle and Aunt reappeared, ready to leave for wherever they were
going. Without a glance in Garry's direction, they informed me that they
wouldn't be back until after midnight, and not to wait up for them. Nodding
in assent, I wished them a good night and said that everything would be OK.

Garry didn't move for a quarter of an hour or so after they'd gone and so I
ran my foot up and down his spine, causing him to shiver with the
tickling. Rolling over and sitting up to face me, he said that he was going
to get ready for bed. It was only half-past eight, nowhere near his
appointed bed-time and I surmised happily that in fact going to bed was the
last thing on his mind - or maybe the first!. When he came back downstairs
he was wearing his almost-too-short dressing gown.  Without asking he came
across and sat on my lap, rested his head on my shoulder and put him thumb
in his mouth. Wriggling around to making himself more comfortable, he put
an arm round my neck and stared, unseeing, at the TV. He couldn't help but
feel my growing boner under his butt. Reaching down, I moved it so that it
lay more comfortably between the cheeks of his butt.

"That's better!" I whispered in his ear and kissed him on the forehead.
"Mmmmmmm," was the only response I got.

The atmosphere in the room soon became warm and tranquil, neither of us
interested in watching whatever was on the box: we were perfectly content
to stay as we were, forever if possible. Suddenly I felt the urgent need
for a piss. I ignored it for as long as I could, but eventually I had to
destroy the peace and tranquillity we had created and ask Garry to get
up. Reluctantly he did as he was asked, giving me a questioning
look. "Gotta go piss," I said by way of explanation. A little while later,
I returned to the living room having got undressed as far as my
undershorts. Turning the main lights off and leaving only the glow from the
TV to relieve the gloom, I sat back on the sofa and patted the space next
to me.  Garry took the hint and parked himself alongside. He made no
attempt to replace the dressing gown which had fallen open, displaying not
only his beautifully smooth chest, but also his glorious legs. At least his
legs were on display as far as his groin. The belt was still tied, stopping
it from falling completely open thus ensuring that just about the only part
of his body I couldn't see was the bit I was most interested in. Slipping
an arm round his shoulder I pulled him closer to me, allowing him to nestle
his head on my arm. At the same time I placed my other arm on his waist and
took hold of the knot holding his belt together.

"Alright?" I whispered.

His mouth still being full of his thumb, he look at me with his brown eyes
half-closed and nodded.  Slowly I undid the knot and exposed his body for
my inspection. Despite our earlier experiences, I'd never actually had the
opportunity to look at him closely and so took full advantage of the
situation.

His prick, already half erect, soon rose to full mast as I ran my fingers
over his chest and abdomen; something which obviously pleased him as he
shivered with pleasure.  Deliberately I avoided touching the area below his
navel, delighting instead in watching his cock twitch every time I touched
some spot which pleasured him. I also had an ulterior motive - the more I
could get him excited and yet not touch the one thing he wanted, the better
it would be eventually.

Turning over slightly so his body was sideways on to me, he smiled and
said, "Time for a funny half-hour."  Not so much a question as a statement.

I sighed as if I was too tired to bother. "Dunno. I want to watch this
programme," nodding in the direction of the box.

Garry wasn't fooled for an instant. Not so gently he dropped his hand into
my groin and grabbed my boner through my shorts hard enough to make me
wince. "Don't think so," he said.

"Oh, all right then," I grinned back at him. "If you insist."

Within seconds I'd shrugged off my only piece of clothing, and stretching
out full length on the sofa, allowed my young cousin to climb on top of
me. Wrapping our arms round each other, we lay forehead to forehead, happy
in the knowledge that we had almost as much time as we wanted to enjoy
ourselves.

We looked gravely into each others eyes, this simple act somehow or other
mutually confirming that our relationship had become more than just one of
friendship, but a much deeper and more meaningful one.  With an obvious
effort, Garry broke the almost hypnotic eye contact, and suddenly lowered
his head, gave me a swift peck on the lips before resting on my chest. Our
two cocks, now fully hard again rested side^^by^^side between us. Neither
of us wanted to move very much in case the spell was broken. The only
movement I allowed myself was to run my fingers up and down his spine,
occasionally taking time out to play with his soft mouse^^coloured
hair. Slowly Garry began to slide his body up and down, rubbing our dicks
together, just like before. This time I decided that neither of us wanted a
re-enactment of the previous episode and so I rolled over on to my side,
taking him with me.  Holding his head with both my hands, I leaned over and
kissed him on the lips. This time I lingered just a little to see if he
would allow my tongue entry to his warm mouth. It took a second or so
before he realised what I wanted, and nervously parted his lips. Slowly I
probed and searched inside his mouth, his tongue quickly learning what to
do.

Within just a few seconds I felt Garry tense up, his arms tightening round
my neck and the unmistakable signs of another emotional storm building
up. Garry, I realised with a blinding flash, was either on an emotional
roller^^coaster, or an incredibly passionate young man. Either way, I knew
it had to be brought under control, for his own benefit. With no little
difficulty I managed to break our embrace and look into his face, which was
already suffused bright red.

"Slow down a bit," I said quietly. "We've got all night. Almost anyway.
Take your time and loosen up."

"Can't help it, " he grinned widely, "We've only got an hour." "No we
haven't. I'll use my magic box to slow time down for us." I grabbed hold of
the TV remote and turned the sound off. "There we are. Time stopped." It
worked. We lay facing each other, arms around our shoulders, but this time
with Garry distinctly more in control of himself. We took hold of each
other's cocks and slowly began to masturbate.

"Wanna cum yet?" I asked "Not just yet. I like doing this. Just messing
about."

And so we did, for a timeless eternity. Eventually, nature (and passion)
took its course and we found ourselves gradually spending more time jerking
each other off than feeling each other's body. I was just about to resume
running my hand through he hair when, hoarsely, Garry managed to stammer
out, "Don't stop, I'm almost there."

More than willing to do as I was told, I went back to the job in hand.
Within just two or three strokes, Garry exploded with a massive
ejaculation, his body spasming violently with the pleasure of relief. Yet
again I was taken completely by surprise by the sheer, naked passion of his
release. (This, I came to know later was always the case with him. His
ejaculations were always violent and hugely intense.)

I hadn't cum yet, but that didn't occur to me just at that moment. Once I'd
got over the shock of his reaction, I took an immense pride in being able
to give him such a splendid and obviously satisfying orgasm. There were no
tears this time, simply a contented sigh and a wicked grin. His recovery
time was just as quick as his climax, or so it seemed. My cock was still
hard, and expecting some relief when Garry opened his eyes, smiled slightly
at me and took my problem in hand.  This time, he lay with his head on my
navel, watching intently as he started to jerk me off. Try as I might, I
just couldn't hold out. I wished and hoped that the ministrations Garry was
giving me would last for ever, but the supreme eroticness of the situation,
combined with the heavy odour of his earlier efforts ensured that I wasn't
going to last long. There wasn't even enough time to warn him before I shot
six or seven globs of spunk high in the air, the last two or three ending
up in his hair and on his chest.

"Awesome!" was his only comment.

I was spent - emotionally and physically drained. Laying back, I sighed and
closed my eyes, my erstwhile lover cradled in my arms.

I hadn't quite dropped off to sleep, but was very close to it when I felt
Garry move. Opening my eyes, I saw him idly toying with his once-again
erect organ. There was no way could I get hard again so quickly after
coming, but Garry was a lot younger than me, and almost certainly much more
excitable than me, given the recentness and intensity of his sexual
awakening. "Jesus, Garry!" I sighed, grimacing at him jokingly.

"What?" He laughed, staring down at his own tool. "Can't you get it up
then, old man?" "Give me a minute and I'll show you who can't get it up."

Before I could do anything about it, Garry rolled over and straddled me, a
leg either side and his cock a tantalising few inches from my mouth. I'd
never sucked a cock before, and was anticipating what it would be like when
Garry moved to sit back on his heels. The expectation of his cock in my
mouth had, unknown to me, brought my own tool to rigid attention. Garry
found this out too. As he sat back, my cock^^head made contact with his
butt. For a split second he sat there, shocked. Then as realisation dawned
on him, I saw in his eyes a flash of something I recognised, a new thought
had hit him. Shaking his head as if to clear the wicked thought away, he
inched forward slightly and sat on my stomach. This put his pride and joy
just that little bit closer to my lips.

I couldn't resist it. Looking into his eyes, I raised my head as far as I
could and stuck my tongue out.  I was still just a few frustrating inches
short of my goal. Garry, realising my intention smiled broadly and moved
his hips forward ever so slightly, deliberately judging the distance so I
was still not quite able to reach him. We played this game for two or three
minutes when, unable to contain myself any longer I grabbed his butt and
pulled him towards me, at the same time opening my mouth to receive him.

At first, he was probably as surprised as I was at this new game. We both
paused for a moment before I tentatively began to lick his lovely, soft
shaft. It was wonderful. I'd never done this before and I was delightfully
amazed at how good it was. I didn't suck, just took pleasure in feeling him
with my tongue.  Garry, for his part was also enjoying it as he gradually
began to fuck my face. He put his hands on my shoulders, leaned forward and
began to work himself in and out seriously, concentrating on the novelty of
the situation.

Amazed by his ability to recover, I allowed him to work at his own speed
and was entranced to watch the various emotions cross his face as he
pleasured both himself and me.  Despite his efforts to prolong his
enjoyment for as long as possible, he was soon thrusting in and out with
familiar urgency. There was a deep thrust, his cockhead almost making me
choke, and a couple of drops of his salty, warm cum slipped down my
throat. They were accompanied by a loud animal-like scream from Garry and a
powerful tremor wracked his body. When he cums, I mused, he certainly cums!

Once again totally spent, he fell off me and said, just loud enough for me
to hear, "Christ!" From a boy who never blasphemed, that in itself was
amazing.

We both fell asleep in each other's arms, blissfully content.

I awoke with a start some time later and in a state of minor panic looked
at the clock. Thankfully I saw that it was only 11 o'clock, but it was
still late enough. And I realised that I'd been particularly stupid to
allow this to happen. I didn't want to even think about what his parents
would say and do if they'd come home early and found their son and I in
what could only be described as ' in flagrante delicto'. I shivered at the
thought, and in so doing disturbed Garry who woke up, bleary eyed. "What
time is it?" he yawned, stretching out alongside me. I don't think he'd
realised quite where he was in those first few seconds he came too as he
stared at me aghast when he looked around. Then he grinned that evil grin
of his at me and said, "Wicked way to wake up!" "Yeah," I smiled, "But what
if they'd come in while we were sleeping?" "Oh. Yeah." he said seriously.

"Come on, I think we'd better head on up to bed."

He didn't disagree. He was probably tired after the emotional highs and
lows he'd been through during the evening. Together we tidied up the room,
making it more presentable before we made to go upstairs.  The last thing
he did, thinking more clearly than me, was to spray a deodorant aerosol in
the room to hopefully dissipate any unusual odours his parents may detect!
We were still naked as we closed the bedroom door behind us, Garry carrying
his long discarded dressing gown and me holding my shorts. We dropped them
on the floor by our respective beds. Before I could climb into my bed, I
felt Garry wrap his arms round my waist from behind. Turning to face him, I
looked down into his smiling face. "Thanks," he mouthed, "Thanks for
.... everything!" and with that stood on his toes and kissed me lightly on
the lips. Before I could respond, he grabbed a comic from his bedside
table, bounced into bed and lay on his back reading.

I don't suppose either of us was particularly tired, after all we'd dozed
for at least an hour downstairs. In any case, I was pondering over the
events of recent days and wondering where we were going from here. If I was
to continue with the relationship Garry and I were building up, and I was
certain that I did, then I had a lot to think about. It wouldn't do for me
to visit every week-end, it would soon become obvious to his parents that
it was Garry I was visiting, and not them. They may not be very good
parents, but they certainly weren't stupid. And in any case, I couldn't
afford either the time or the money. There must be another solution. And
then there was Garry himself. What did he feel? How much did he understand?
How far along this road did he want to go? These and a hundred other
imponderables wandered through my mind as I stared at the ceiling.

It was just after midnight when I heard the car pull up outside. I could
tell from their voices that they were both in happy moods as they climbed
the stairs to their room, probably alcohol-induced I guessed. I also
noticed that they didn't bother checking in on their son before
retiring. Turning over to look at him, I was surprised to see that not only
was he not asleep as I assumed he would be, but he was laid on his side
staring at me.

Not in the slightest way embarrassed, he winked at me and smiled. I smiled
back, mouthing that he should get to sleep.

"Can't." he mouthed back. He then pointed a finger at his chest and then at
my bed. The meaning was dangerously obvious. I shook my head no, as
forcefully as I could. In reply he nodded yes, threw his bedclothes off and
hurriedly clambered into mine before I had chance to stop him. Something
like 'sheeps and lambs' crossed my mind as we wrapped our arms round each
other to make room in the rather narrow single bed we were now sharing. We
both knew that it would be far too risky to do very much in the way of sex
games - we were far too likely to make enough noise to inform his parents
that all was not as it should be. We contented ourselves with a gentle
smooching session until we were satisfied and comfortable. It was then we
started chatting, in low whispers. I explained how I'd first met his
family, what awful things I'd seen and heard, how I felt now and so on and
so on.  Garry, for his part explained his side of things to me. I learned
that, although not as violent as he'd been with his other two sons, Garry's
father was still bad-tempered and aggressive. His mother was asthmatic and
quickly became breathless under any sort of stress. They were also
over-protective, not allowing him to bring friends home, or have
sleep-overs etc. But neither did they offer anything else to balance the
missing part of his life. The net result was a young, adolescent boy living
a life of almost total social isolation. No wonder he was a shy, timid,
emotional wreck.

Slowly an impossible, totally unrealistic idea began to form at the back of
my mind. But it was practical and workable given the right
circumstances. We fell asleep nestled together.


Chapter Four

Over the next months I managed to spend quite a lot of time in Oxford
without raising suspicion, but we had to be very careful. Garry and I made
arrangements once for me to drive to Oxford and him meet me in town: we
could then spend the day together without anyone knowing. I picked him up
at the bus station and we quickly hurried headed out for the London Road,
well away from where any of his friends and family lived. At first we were
happy just to be together, talking about all sorts of odds and ends. It
wasn't too long before the atmosphere between us changed slightly though.
We both knew the real reason that we'd planned this get-together, but
neither wanted to bring it up first. I'd driven about twenty miles
aimlessly round the lanes and was getting a little fed up with it, not that
I'd tell Garry that of course - I was happy doing just what he wanted.

About lunch time we stopped at a way-side cafe for something to eat and
drink. Rather than risk being seen by anyone, I grabbed a couple of hot
dogs and some tins of Coke and went to sit in the car out of the way.

"It's too busy here," Garry said. "Let's try and find somewhere quieter
shall we?" I started the Landrover and headed down a farm track behind the
cafe, not knowing where it would end up. Luckily, it didn't go anywhere
except to the top of a slight hill where it petered out on the edge of a
wood. The view was quite good in fact, and we clambered out of the car and
sat on the grass, leaning against the front of it finishing our food. Once
that was disposed of, Garry lay down, resting his head on my lap and
looking up at me. "OK?" I asked, conscious that my cock was starting to
wake up at the thought of what was now at last within reach.

"Yeah. Fine, thanks," he replied with an all-too rare smile. "Fancy a funny
half-hour?" I was pleased that he'd brought it up first: I always felt a
bit guilty when I did, as if I was taking advantage of him every time.

"That's a very good idea!" I grinned back, "Come here."

Stretching out, we put our arms around each other and sighed as we
relaxed. "That's better!" I whispered. "I've been looking forward to this."
"Me too," he sighed.

I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He wasn't totally comfortable
with this yet, but he was getting used to it and I felt him pull towards me
slightly as the tips of our tongues touched. At the same time I was aware
of his hand creeping towards my groin area, searching out his target. In
one smooth movement he unfastened my trousers and slid the zip
down. Working his way inside and through the slit in my underwear he took
hold of my boner and held it lightly. I moaned at his welcome touch and
hugged him. At a slight pressure from him, I lifted my hips up and let my
clothes be pushed down to my ankles.

Deliberately I refrained from touching him at all for the time being: I was
interested in finding out whether he liked being played with more his than
playing with me for some reason. I soon found out as my hand was grasped
and placed quit firmly over his crotch, the sign being obvious. "You randy
little ....!" I said grinning, "What have we started?" "Nothing," he
replied, "We're just having a bit of fun!"  "Good," I agreed and started to
undress him.

Up until now, just about all we'd done was a lot of mutual jerking off and
groping. We'd both been satisfied with this, but for some reason I felt
that today was different.  There must be something more we could do without
him freaking him out. Apart from anything else, I didn't want to cum just
yet, there was still plenty of time left in which to enjoy ourselves. He
was relaxed and content enough for me to try to explore and see what he's
done in the past with his mates.

His head was resting on my stomach as he watched his hand toying with my
pride and joy. "Ever done anything else except this?" I enquired
quietly. There was a slight hesitation in his hand movement as he
thought. "No, not really," he mused. "But Roger and me almost did." I'd no
idea who Roger was, and wasn't really interested at present; but what
they'd almost done interested me.

"What did you do?"

"We were on a cross-country run at school when we both wanted to piss. We
went into some woods and pissed together standing behind a tree. I couldn't
help but look at his thing and it was getting hard. I was embarrassed at
first, but then mine got hard as well and we looked at each other's
thing. He didn't put his away, just held it there for me to look at, and I
did the same."  He paused as he thought about it. "Then he asked if I
wanted to do anything and I said yeah. We dropped our shorts and started to
wank each other a bit, but then he asked if he could suck it. Then he got
down and put his mouth on it.  We did it for about five minutes then we
thought we heard someone coming so we had to stop."

"Did you like it?" I asked, holding my breath.

"Yeah. I think so."

"Wanna try it again?"

"OK" was the monosyllabic reply.

I'd only done this two or three times before in my entire life, and was
only a tiny bit more experienced than Garry, but I was more than willing to
do it. I got him to kneel in front of me as I put my back against the car
and leaned forwards. My hands went to his butt as he rested his on my
shoulders. Slowly I pulled him into my open mouth, conscious of him
watching, fascinated, as his cock disappeared.

He had a perfect cock for sucking: not too big around, but long enough to
reach the back of my throat without making me retch. It took me a few
minutes to get accustomed to the unfamiliar feeling, but once there, I
started work in earnest. Garry must be enjoying it as well, I remember
thinking, because he started his adolescent fucking movements. Gently at
first, but increasing in their ferocity rapidly. I remembered, almost too
late, the violence and uncontrolled orgasms he had, and steeled myself for
it. It took longer than I thought and was about to have a rest when I felt
his dick give a jerk and his body start to shake. Instantly his grip on my
shoulders tightened and he gave a deep thrust, embedding his magnificent
prick as far into my mouth as he could. Six or seven times he shuddered as
he deposited his load. Even when he'd finished, he was still trembling and
fighting for breath, mouth open and eyes glazed, his cock only
half-softening and resting on my tongue - he was on much too much of a high
to move anywhere until he came down from it. Eventually I eased him down
and lay his lovely body on top of mine, noticing with interested that at
some time I'd also orgasmed, my jizz making shiny pools on my chest. When
he was able to speak, I asked him what it was like.

"Brilliant!" He grinned, "I like that!"

I hugged him tightly and replied that he could do it whenever he wanted!
"What does it taste like?"  he asked after a while.

"It's a bit salty and gooey, but OK, I guess." I told him. "No, not
spunk. I've tasted that before.  Having a dick in your mouth I meant." "Oh!
That. Well, it's good. Better than good in fact, I can't describe it
really." "Can I try it?"

Just a few minutes ago, I was thinking of things we could do which wouldn't
scare him and now I found myself having given him his first successful blow
job, and his asking if he can return the favour!  Naturally, I agreed.

Spinning himself round, he quickly re-positioned himself, ready to embark
on another adventure of teenage discovery. He adopted the most logical
position possible I suppose, although it isn't one which everyone could
cope with. Simply, he stretched out along the top of me, his belly
slithering around slightly on the rapidly drying spunk covering my lower
trunk. Because he weighed so little, I could manage him alright, and as an
added bonus, had an eyeful of his delightful butt and hairless balls. They
alone were enough to give me the boner of a lifetime, but the delicate
touch of his tongue flitting around my hot prick were almost too much to
bear. I only had to remind him once about his teeth, and after that he
really started to get into it. If he had been nervous about getting
involved in our sex games initially, which I think he was right at the
start, he'd certainly lost all inhibitions by now.  He was using my cock
like a man possessed: when it wasn't at the back of his mouth being
stimulated by his tongue, it was being enchanted by his delicate fingers,
playing it like a fine musical instrument. I thought I'd faint when his
tongue delved inside my foreskin and worked its magic round my most
sensitive head. Even with his weight I was squirming and writhing around,
unable to stop myself in my ecstasy.  And here's another first. I shot my
second load of the day into his waiting throat, every drop being swallowed,
albeit involuntarily as he didn't have time to back off. It didn't phase
him though as he ingested as much as he could immediately and swirled the
rest around his teeth until he could get it down! As a finale, he managed
to produce another sympathetic cum himself, not as fierce as before, but
not far from it.

Exhausted, we lay there until our equilibrium returned, Garry at last
managing to turn round and lay nestled in my arms.

"Enjoy that?" I asked, stroking his lovely soft hair. "Yeah. It's OK isn't
it? I like that. Even managed to swallow your stuff as well. It tastes a
bit like mine does."

We cuddled and comforted each other for an hour or so, exchanging a few
thoughts and ideas about when we could meet up again, where we could go and
so on. It was getting late when we decided to make a move; the sun was
going down and there was a distinct chill in the air.  Reluctantly we
dressed each other and started the drive back to town. I dropped him about
half a mile from home with a last quick kiss and grope, and a boner he
would have to take care of later. Back in my room at college, I jacked off,
thinking of Garry and the things we had done and were yet to do. It was
beautiful.


Chapter Five.

It was two weeks later that I paid an `official' visit to the family.  This
time we'd planned that he would be out shopping in town when I arrived, but
that he would telephone to ask me to pick him up at half-past ten. This, we
hoped, would put his mum and dad of any scents they may have picked up over
the past weeks - not that they had I don't think, but you can't be too
careful.

I found it tedious keeping up a conversation with them while waiting for
the call, not to say hard work.  At twenty past the hour, the phone
rang. Thinking it was too early for Garry, I continued my idle chatter with
Uncle Bill as his wife answered the phone.

"It's our Garry," she interrupted us, holding the phone out at arm's
length. "He wants to say hello to John." Feigning surprise, I took the
receiver and held it to my ear.

"Hiya!" I heard. He was as excited as I was by the sound of it, but he
didn't have to hide it like I did.

"What you doing? Where are you?" I asked as conversationally as I could
manage.

"Round the corner in the phone box. Can you come and get me?"

"Oh, I see. Missed the bus have you?" Pause. "OK then, where are you, did
you say? Outside the university? Right. I'll be there in about twenty."

Fitting in my explanation with the half of the one they'd heard, I said
that I'd go and pick him up from town. It was almost spoilt when Uncle Bill
said that the idiot should walk home, or get the next bus, but luckily my
Aunt asked if I would be so good as to get him. She was worried about
strangers talking to him!

I collected him from the phone box round the corner within five minutes.
He leapt into the car and hid himself on the floor with the comment that
he'd just seen a mate of his down the road and didn't want to be seen. Once
at the top of the road and heading out of the village, he sat up and wormed
his arm round my waist.

"Glad to see you!" he grinned. "It's been ages."

I explained the conversation I'd just had with his mum and dad, and how
lucky he was that I'd been able to get out of the house to meet him. To
give him his due, he looked a little worried for a while, but soon cheered
up when I added that I thought things were alright.

Garry was now being hyper-active in his excitement. We were travelling down
the dual carriageway heading for a quiet spot we knew when he drew my
attention to his groin area. It wasn't the erection he undoubtedly would
have by now that he wanted to show me, but that it was poking out through
the fly of his shorts! The sight was adorable and I couldn't resist just
wrapping my fingers round its warm, smooth skin for a moment or two and
giving it a rub before reminding him that we were on a busy road and the
passengers in any passing vehicle could see what was happening - not a good
idea! Still grinning, he simply covered it over with my coat and held my
hand in place. Driving was made harder, but not impossible as I carried on
toying with him.

I'd worked out we'd about an hour, or just under, before we would be missed
and so I tried to remember if there was anywhere nearby we could stop for a
`funny half hour'.  Luckily there was a lay-bye on a little used road close
at hand, and before long I pulled up under an Elm tree and turned the
engine off.

 I turned to look at my cousin and smiled at him broadly. "It's good to be
here. I've missed you," and
 I took his hand and squeezed it. A tear formed in Garry's eye, and quickly
wiped away.

"Do you wanna do anything?" he whispered urgently. "We ain't got a lotta
time if you do."

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yeaaaaah!!" he sighed. "I've been waiting ages for you."

In view of the lack of time we clambered into the back of the Landrover,
which thankfully I'd had the foresight to clean out earlier in the week;
after all it now had a more important use than a storage space for my junk!

We didn't bother getting stripped, instead we unfastened our trousers and
slid them down to our ankles.  Garry lay back, enjoying the fresh air
drifting over his perfect body. I took a second or two to look at him
closely. His skin was flawless, pale pink and satin-soft. Not a hair in
sight apart from the one or two wisps of blond hair around his cock, which
only seemed to enhance the attractiveness of him. Not being able to resist
him, I leaned over and placed my lips on his. For the first time he reacted
as I hoped he would. There was a slight, hesitant pressure at first but
then he threw his arms round my neck and pulled me to him. I felt his
tongue trying to force its way into my mouth, which I opened willingly to
let him in. We tongue-wrestled for a while, until Garry pulled away and
looked into my eyes, but said nothing.

"Wow! That was brilliant!" I sighed. "What do you want to do next? Can we
do what we did before?"

Assuming he meant sucking each other, I replied that he was in charge and
we would do, or not do, whatever he wanted. With no little difficulty I
turned over so we were head-to-toe in the cramped space. Taking his
steel-hard bone between my fingers, I held it as I let it slide into my
mouth. I started sucking him hard: he'd got me so aroused in such a short
space of time that I wanted us both to be satisfied as quickly as
possible. Suddenly, I paused and thought.

"When did you last cum?" I asked curiously.

"Just before I rang you," he giggled. "I'd got back from town early so I
wouldn't be late and I got pissed off with waiting and my thing was hard so
I went to the public toilets and jerked off." The smile faded as he added,
"I didn't want to, I wanted to wait for you, I thought I'd just do a bit
then stop, but I couldn't and I came."

I laughed slightly at him as I said, "I know the feeling. Once you've
started, you can't stop!"

We returned to our sucking and licking. The thought of him wanking in a
toilet thinking of me, and the taste of his sperm in my mouth were enough
to make sure that neither of us lasted long. I sense his seemingly
prehensile tongue slipping and sliding inside my foreskin as his fingers
ran up and down my prick. I tried to suck out any remains of his earlier
jerk-off, thoroughly enjoying the scent and flavour of him. Given these
circumstances, I lost control of myself and spasmed my load of warm, love-
juice down his throat within seconds: soon after Garry's cock gave a couple
of jerks before shooting his still tremendous amount of sperm into
me. Thankfully, his earlier jack-off must have taken the edge of his orgasm
as he didn't react as strongly as he normally did.

Once dressed and we were heading home, I was deep in thought, turning over
an idea I'd had when he interrupted me.

"Have you ever had it up your bum?" I heard him say.

I should have expected this sort of question at some point I suppose, but
I'd never given it a serious thought apart from once in a while when we
were making love someplace. It was something which I'd only ever tried once
and didn't like it because of the pain - I must have been about twelve I
suppose. Garry, I assumed never had.

"What made you think of that?" I asked.

"Saw it on the toilet wall, but I've thought about it before."

I told him the truth and that it was probably very good, but painful. He
agreed that it would, but he wouldn't mind trying it though. My mind reeled
as I absorbed this revelation. I suppose that it was the natural
progression in our relationship, but it was a big step and one which might
just ruin the good thing we had going if we weren't careful. Still he kept
on about it, and we ended up agreeing to try it when we could. I took this
chance to bring up something else which had been worrying me slightly over
the weeks I'd got to know him. "You know when you cum, Garry?" I started,
"Well sometimes you worry me a bit the way you sort of scream and beat
about the place. I've even thought you were going into a fit or something
and it scared me."

He giggled at this and explained that ever since he started to play with
his - thing, as he still called it - when he came to the good bit at the
end, he'd always sort of lost it. "You should've been there the first time
I came," he laughed. "I was in bed and was wanking it when suddenly I got
the feeling and I shot this stuff out. I was so surprised that I went into
one and fell out of bed!"

"What happened?" I chuckled, remembering happily the first time I came.

"Mum came to see what'd happened, but by the time she got in my bedroom, I
was back in bed. I told her that I'd just fallen out of the bed when I
turned over."

By this time we'd arrived back at the house and weren't too late to cause
any comments, thank goodness.

During the afternoon, I decided to mention the idea I'd had before to see
how it would go down. Whilst Garry was up in his room messing about, I
turned to my uncle and aunt and said that my summer holidays were coming up
soon and I was going camping for the first two or three weeks, probably
down on the south coast somewhere. With my heart in my mouth, and certain
they could read my thoughts, asked them if they thought Garry would like to
come. I pointed out quickly that I hadn't as yet mentioned it to him, just
in case he couldn't make it.

They thought for a moment before telling me that they hadn't any objections
if he wanted to go, then he could. They even hinted that they thought it
was a good idea, although didn't actually say so.

It was during tea that Uncle Bill brought it up by saying to Garry that I'd
offered to take him camping if he wanted. Garry's face was a picture. First
shock, followed by a slow dawning that he wasn't hearing things. I'm sure
that if we'd been alone he would have rushed over, and hugged and kissed me
in thanks. As it was, he just about managed to stay on his seat and say
excitedly that he would love it.  I hope his mum and dad didn't notice the
red glow of happiness that suffused his face. Just as I might have
expected, there then followed an impressive list of `do's' and don'ts' from
his father, calculated I guess, to piss him off. I could tell that Garry
didn't take his father too seriously, despite the sombre look he
adopted. His sparkling eyes said all that was necessary for me.

Garry and I didn't get much of a chance to talk that evening as his parents
didn't go out; neither we get what we probably wanted just as much as one
another, and that is to be near each other, to touch and hold and be
close. Talk about frustrating!! From about eight o'clock, I kept getting
more and more frantic signals from him that it was time for bed: either
fingers pointing to the ceiling or a hand dropped to his groin. He even had
to move to another chair out of his parents eye-line as his erection became
more and more difficult to hide. Not that I didn't have a similar
problem. You try keeping your dignity when a ravishingly good-looking
almost 13-year-old boy is trying his best to get you into his bed!

I managed to stay around until the news finished at about ten-thirty; Garry
had given up an hour before and had gone upstairs. Saying goodnight to my
uncle and aunt, I followed my hopefully would be ready and willing angel.

He wasn't in bed, much to my surprise. Sat on the floor, he'd gathered
together what few bits of camping gear he had, as well as fishing rods and
other stuff he wanted to take along.

"Come on," I chided him, "It's weeks away yet. Don't get too excited."

Largely waste of breathe of course, but it did slow him down. He pushed the
pile into the corner of the room and bounced across to where I was sitting
on the bed. Worming himself round my back, between me and the wall, he
hugged me tightly and lay his head in my crotch, looking up.

"Thanks!" he whispered, "It's gonna be great isn't it?"

"Yeah, It'll be good fun for us." I agreed. "Provided, of course that you
can keep out of trouble between now and then!" I was joking of course, but
only partly. I didn't want anything to spoil it for us.

Sneaking surreptitious glances at each other, enjoying the real and secret
reason for our happiness, we undressed and climbed into our beds, neither
of us bothering with pyjamas I noticed. We lay on our sides talking to each
other about where we would go and so on, both aware that we were simply
killing time until the house was quiet.

Once we thought that everyone else was settled, Garry slipped out of his
bed and I held the covers back while he slid into mine. Wrapping our arms
round each other, as much to stop us falling out as anything else, I was
basking in his lovely warmth and delicious odour of fresh soap as I made
myself comfortable.  He'd also overdosed on deodorant! I assume that he'd
been thinking ahead for a change and had got himself ready for me, in the
way that adolescents tend to, by going overboard with the smellies! Still,
it was a lovely thoughtful thing to do and there was no way I was going to
spoil it for him: I wasn't his father!

I was also aware of his boner pressing urgently against mine. It seemed to
have grown over the past few weeks and was getting close to the same size
as mine I realised - perhaps it'd benefited from the frequent use and
massages it'd been subjected to!

"Can we, you know, do what I said before?" he whispered in my ear.

"I don't think so, not here anyway. We would make too much noise and they
would hear us, much as I would love to try it."

He looked disappointed, but understood why we shouldn't do anything too
dangerous.

"Tell you what, though, we could try something else if you want. Turn onto
your front and I'll show you."

Doing as he was asked, he stretched out fully on the bed, head resting on
folded arms. Carefully I climbed over him so I had one leg either side and
gently lowered myself so my cock was laying along his butt crack. Easing
down further, I let my elbows take the full weight of my body. Very, very
slowly I started to rock myself back and forth, letting his superb
butt-cheeks do all the work. I think it was difficult for both of us:
certainly the pleasure we were getting from it wasn't all that
much. Whenever I tried to speed up, the bed creaked alarmingly and I had to
stop. In frustration, we swapped places, hoping that Garry's slighter frame
would work better. It did, but not much and it still wasn't fulfilling. It
was Garry who whispered that we could go on the floor.

Hurrying from the bed, we re-positioned ourselves between the beds and
tried for a third time, with Garry on top. This was much better. Garry's
dick fitted perfectly between my cheeks and I could feel every single
movement he made. It was much more sensual that I thought it would have
been and I was getting extremely excited by it. Even the pain of my cock
being rubbed up and down the carpet was bearable, just.

Garry was sighing and moaning somewhere behind me as he thrust in and out,
the pace varying with his passion, obviously lost in his intense
concentration and determination to enjoy every second of it. His breath was
coming in short, sharp gasps as I sensed his orgasm start to build up. The
thrusts became more and more urgent and less and less controlled, his back
arched in ecstasy. As I felt the first wad of spunk hit my back, I rolled
over quickly and kissed him desperately, hugging him tightly to me - I was
terrified that the noises he was sure to make would bring his parents in at
the run. Thankfully Garry realised what I was doing and allowed me to
caress him lovingly as he calmed down. With a final thrust, he dropped the
last of his cum on my stomach and breathed deeply.  He didn't rest there
though: in something of a frenzy, he spun round and engulfed my now tender
cock in his mouth and took the whole length. With an out-and-out lust he
sucked, swallowed and tongued my dick, his small hands pulling my butt up
as far as humanly possible. I managed to keep pace with him until with a
desperate final lunge, I shot huge wads of my cum straight down his waiting
throat.

I waited a while with him cradled in my arms, watching the bright red glow
of his body gradually subside to a more normal colour. We were both spent
and could only manage short, breathless sentences.

"OK?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Fucking marvellous!" he smiled. "When can we do it again!!?"

Somehow I managed not to laugh out loud at his exuberance and satisfied him
with a 'just wait until we go camping!'

Staying on the floor, we hugged and cuddled for a while before Garry
reached over and kissed me. At first it was a quick peck on the lips, but
once he was sure I wasn't going to stop him, followed through by a deep,
tongue twisting kiss of real emotion. I was glad he'd come to enjoy this
and I relished every second of it.

Glancing at the clock and finding that it was well after one in the morning
by now, I picked him up and gently dropped him on his bed. As I did so, he
grabbed my half-hard dick and started to jerk me off.  Not having the
energy to stop him, I lay beside him and took hold of his.  Slowly and with
great enjoyment we kissed and started to jerk each other off. I was sure
that there was no way I could get together enough spunk to shoot for a
third time today, and neither should Garry be able to. But I was wrong:
much to my amazement we both did. Not a lot admittedly, but enough to
please us both.

Totally spent I staggered over to my bed and was asleep almost before I hit
the pillow.


 Chapter Six

The camping trip had been agreed to and I spent the next few days gathering
things together, making sure that there was enough equipment for two as I
usually camped by myself. I was thinking of Garry all the while I was doing
this, and inevitably had to stop part-way through to lay on my bed and pay
my respects to him! Once done, I packed my things away and settled down to
some proper work. My finals were coming up in a couple of weeks, and
although I was sure of passing as my course work was more than good enough
to ensure a pass, I wanted to do as well as I could in the exams.  Turning
this over in my mind, I let my mind wander to the future. I'd given very
little thought as to what I would do when I'd graduated and the need for a
job was getting desperate. And also somewhere to live it suddenly struck
me! I'd always lived at home before coming up to university, and had spent
my entire life since then living in college, but now I was soon to be out
on my own. I could of course go back home to live: that would be OK, but
having left once, felt reluctant to go back. I was picturing the sort of
place I would like to live in when suddenly an image of Garry intruded
itself. Now there was an idea! If only Garry and I could ........ but no,
it could never happen, there were too many ifs and buts for it to ever
become reality. Nevertheless, it was a lovely idea. Once again, I had to
take time out!

I'd given Garry my mobile telephone number the last time I was down in case
there were any urgent changes to our plans, but asked him not to use it
unless he had to. I didn't want his parents finding out he'd been talking
to me without their knowledge. It was surprising then that when the phone
rang about ten o'clock one evening, just as I was thinking about going to
bed, I heard Garry's voice.

"Hiya!" he shouted, "What you doin'?"

"Hi yourself! What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Mum's bought me a mobile for our holiday so I can ring her if we
get into trouble or something. But Dad hasn't got to know about it
though. And I gotta pay for the calls myself."

I was pleased for him - it was another step on the way to independence.

"Where are you?" I asked as I lay back on my bed, my spare hand slipping
unbidden to my crotch.

"In my bedroom, and I haven't got a thing on - except, well you can guess!"
I laughed at the thought and unfastened my trousers.

We chatted about nothing in particular for a while, both aware of what was
really on our minds.

"What you doing now?" Garry asked with a lusty edge to his voice.

"Same as you I expect," I giggled.

"Great. Good isn't it?" he laughed back.

"Yeah. Wish you were here though, I miss you."

"Me too. Still, this is nearly as good. Hey, listen, you remember that I
asked you if we could, well, sometime try to get your thing up my bum?"

"Yes," I replied cautiously. "Well, I've got something up it now, and it
feels nice. If I wriggle about, I get a tingly feeling all over and my dick
gets bigger."

"What you got in it?" My stroking took on a new intensity.

"One of my felt pens, a big one."

"Don't for God's sake lose it, will you?" I laughed, but it was too late.

I heard the phone bouncing around in sympathy against his hair as he got
down to some serious wanking.  It was fantastically erotic about hearing
him jerk off so far away, and knowing he was doing just the same as me. I
closed my eyes, concentrating on every tell-tale sound from him and the
bliss emanating from my cock. I could hear his breathing increase in speed
as we both neared our climax.

"John, John, I'm cumming, I'm ..................Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" There was a
long sigh and a strangled sort of scream as he ejaculated as intensely as
only he could.  Sympathetically, I came with him, watching fascinated as
the wads of cum fell in an almost straight line down my chest, picturing
Garry recovering from his orgasm. The experience was truly awesome, not
least because it was totally unexpected. Struggling even to talk, I managed
to ask Garry how he was.

"Bloody marvellous, but missing you lots," he stammered out. "And I've
christened my new phone, I hope spunk don't stain it!"

Laughing at his joke, we spoke for only a few seconds more before I
reminded him that very much as I'd like to carry on, the call was costing
him money and that we aught to stop. With a quick goodbye and lots of
kisses, we hung up.

Dropping the phone to the floor, I spread my legs out and fondled my balls
as I thought how very lucky I was to have such a good-looking and randy
young boy like Garry for a cousin: my semi-soft cock gave a twitch of
agreement but gave up the struggle to re-erect itself so soon.

My mind returned to the plans I so quickly discarded about living together
- they really were deserving of some serious thought.

That would have to come after our camping expedition however. The time
passed all to quickly for me: I had a lot to do before the end of term and
the days passed quickly. Garry phoned me about every other day, usually
late at night when I would tell him how far I'd got with arranging things,
he would tell me about his doings, and we would end in what was becoming
our usual way!  Talk about absence making the heart grow fonder!

I left college on the Wednesday morning and drove straight to Oxford,
fitting in some last minute food shopping on the way. It was lunch-time (
and three phone calls from Garry) before I finally stopped outside their
house. The front door was open and he was standing in the door-frame
looking for me.  With an ill-disguised saunter he walked down the path to
meet me. I'm sure it took all the strength of character he had not to jump
for joy and hug me as I clambered out of the Landrover. Giving him a quick
squeeze of his hand, out of sight of the house, I let him lead me into the
kitchen. Typically, his father was in the living room reading the paper and
smoking that awful pipe of his. Turning his head towards me, he nodded a
`hello' and returned to the paper. His mother was just finishing some
sandwiches for us and smiled as I greeted her.

"He's been jumping around like a firecracker since nine o'clock this
morning," she said cheerfully.  "He's packed and unpacked at least four
times!"

Garry was hopping from one foot to the other in his excitement, and we
grinned at each other light-heartedly.

"OK, then throw your things in the back and we'll be away."

I was asked to stay for lunch of course, but declined the offer. For one
thing, I don't think Garry could have kept the lid on things much longer,
and in any case I wanted to get as far as we could before we had find
somewhere to stop for the night. With a final hug from his mother on the
doorstep, and a shouted " `Bye, and behave yourself!" from his father,
still buried in his paper, we set off.

As I manoeuvred the car through the heavy lunch-time traffic on the
by-pass, I put my hand on Garry's thigh and squeezed gently. "Better now?"
I asked.

"Yeaaaaaah!" he sighed, happier than I'd seen him for a long time. I looked
at him out of the corner of my eye and bathed in his radiance. He was
wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt, baggy cotton shorts, white ankle-socks and
trainers. A picture of sheer heaven and enough to tempt a saint.

Once we were on the open road, he lay down on the bench seat thankfully
Landrovers are blessed with, jammed his feet against the door and rested
his head in my lap. Teasingly he rolled his head backwards and forwards,
knowing full well that it was pressing on my cock and balls. He smiled
widely up at me as he felt it stiffen up, and I slid my hand under his
T-shirt to stroke his slim chest and abdomen. His hands worked their way
into his shorts and I half-watched as he started to play with himself,
occasionally lifting the front up so I got a tantalising glimpse of his
pride and joy, already shining from the small amount of pre-cum he was
making: something else which was new to me. The scene for the holiday was
set: I only hoped I could keep up the pace.

About an hour later, I noticed that Garry hadn't moved for quite some time,
and looking down at him, saw that he was asleep. He had a thumb in his
mouth, the other still down his pants cupping his adolescent prick and
nuts, and a beatific smile. I don't suppose he'd slept that much last
night, that, and the excitement of the morning had just plain worn him
out. I kissed my fingers and pressed them against his cheeks, which raised
a little smile and moan in return.

We'd planned to go to South Wales, which has terrific scenery, lots of
empty space and plenty of campsites. There were also pony-trekking centres,
beaches, rock climbing and a host of other things to do if ever we got
bored; after all we had to do something to tell his parents about! About
seven o'clock we started to look out for somewhere to put up for the night
and luckily soon found a site not too far off our route. There was also a
fast food joint nearby so we didn't even have to worry about making a meal.

The field wasn't too busy and we chose a spot well away from the others,
most of whom were families with big frame tents and luxurious
four-tracks. In any case, we would have definitely looked out of place with
our beaten-up army Landrover and very much-used ridge tent. Our little tent
was quickly set up and as I began to arrange things inside, I allowed Garry
to drive the car across the field to where I spotted the water supply. This
was very much the icing on the cake as far as he was concerned. I had to
calm him down quite a lot before he was sensible enough to get behind the
wheel: I didn't want a catastrophe on the first evening! I watched, only
slightly nervously as he negotiated his way there and back. He raised one
or two eye-brows, but nothing serious as mostly they grinned at a boy
enjoying himself.

Darkness fell and turned on the small light I'd rigged up from the car
battery. I'd also brought along my little portable television which we
switched on. The overall effect was quite good, even though I do say so
myself. We were warm, comfortable and happy. It was only half-heartedly
that I suggested we aught to go and get something hot to eat down the
road. Thankfully, I was rejoined with, "Oh must we? I don't wanna move, and
I'm not hungry anyway."

I didn't believe him, but nevertheless conceded that we were too cosy to
move and made do with the sandwiches his mother had made, as well as some
chocolate bars I'd bought. It was with some surprise that I noticed it was
only nine o'clock when the film ended that we'd been watching.

We'd spread the sleeping bags out over the floor (we had four altogether,
God knows why!) and I'd been sat up with Garry ensconced between my legs,
my clasped hands resting in his lap. I felt my back twinge as I reached
over to get a drink and so, reluctantly I disturbed Garry as I stood up.

"Bed time?" he asked, hopefully.

"No, not yet, it's early. Look at the time." I answered as I stretched.
The look of disappointment on his face was almost too much for me: much as
I was looking forward to our night together, I thought it was much too
early to start our fun and games. But then, what the hell!  As a sort of
compromise, I suggested that it would be alright to get ready for bed as we
weren't going out anywhere tonight. As far as he was concerned, this
consisted just of taking off his T-shirt and shorts. Ten seconds flat and
he was ready, kneeling in front of me. He was about to strip off his
underpants when I taught him one of the first lessons of camping. Putting
my hands on his waist, I nodded at the light. He looked puzzled for a
minute or two before I asked him if he wanted to go outside and look at our
tent. Then he caught on and giggled, "Sorry! Never thought about that one!"

To save him from any further embarrassment I turned the light off, leaving
the tent lit only by the dim glow from the TV. He then finished undressing
and sat on my lap, resting his head on my shoulder, arms round my waist.

"Happy?" I whispered.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Couldn't be better!" he cooed in my ear. "But you gotta get
undressed as well."

I couldn't think of anything more I wanted at that moment, and so struggled
to get my shirt off without disturbing him too much. Seeing the trouble I
was having, Garry did it for me and determined to have me as naked as he
was, continued on to unfasten my trousers and in between bounces on my lap
managed eventually to work them and my pants down and off my legs.

It really struck me then, for the first time, that we were going to be
absolutely alone together for the entire night! We'd spent many hours
together over the past weeks, most of which were hurriedly snatched during
the day, or fervently hurried late at night always thinking about the noise
we were making. My cock rose instantly at the thought and pressed urgently
into Garry. His prick was already fully aroused - I expected nothing less
of him! Cuddling him closer to me I held him tightly and buried my head
against his neck. We sat like this for ages completely wrapped up in each
other, simply enjoying the closeness and feelings we had. We hugged and
petted and stroked each other, oblivious to everything else. I ran my
fingers down his back, through his hair, across his face and everywhere
else I could reach, matched move for move by my soon-to-be teenage
lover. It was sublime. I'm not normally an emotional person, but for those
never-ending minutes I was as close to tears as I've ever been. Garry too
seemed to be in a world of his own, just as much as I was. Not once did he
touch my dick; he wasn't in for a quick feel and a `funny half-hour' this
time, he knew we had all night and was determined to make the very most of
it.

Slowly and almost imperceptibly he moved his face in front of mine and
looked deep into my eyes, his arms draped casually over my shoulders. I
held him round the waist, my hands clasped in the small of his back, gazing
back at him.

There was nothing to say, and nothing was said. He leaned forward and
pressed his open lips against mine, urging his tongue into my
mouth. Knowing that we had the whole night in front of us, and no-one
around to hear or disturb us gave a new and exciting feeling to us both.
We could take our time and really get to know each other properly,
exploring one another's feelings, taking as much time as we wanted.

Lazily we kissed and cuddled, revelling in the peace and tranquillity of
our temporary home, aware that there was no-one else in the world except
us. Garry was squirming around, still sat in my lap when he whispered in my
ear, "Can we get more comfortable?"

Reluctantly I let him go as I knelt up to re-arrange the tent for us.
Moving the odds and ends to the sides of the tent, I lay two of the
sleeping bags on the floor and left one of them to wrap ourselves
in. Snuggling down together, I pulled it over us and took him in my arms
once more.

"That better?" I asked.

"Yeaaaaah!" he sighed, wriggling himself closer to me.

I felt his hand searching for my prick, and having located it, he took it
gently and squeezed it. Not moving, just taking a simple pleasure in
feeling its heat and strength. I did likewise, grasping his feverishly hot
rod in my palm and running my thumb over its sensitive head, already bathed
in pre-cum.  Lovingly, I moved my tongue down to his adorable nipples and
licked them softly, watching as they erected themselves in response. Garry
tightened his grip on my dick and arched his back at the incredible
sensation. I'd never done this before to him and it was thrilling to see
him react so wonderfully to it. He was moaning and groaning at the
sensations coursing through him, his prick throbbing in my hand with a
desperate urgency.

"Oh, Christ! Oh! Oh!" he almost shouted, "Please! Please! Don't stop!"

But I did. He was getting very close to having an orgasm, and we hadn't
done anything yet! I swapped my tongue for a finger and thumb and rolled
his outstanding little buds between them. He came down just a little and
looked at me, eyes watering, not believing the astounding feeling he'd just
had. I stopped and looked closely at him, unsmiling. He was spaced out
completely: an emotional wreck. I suppose that he'd waited so long for us
to get together properly to do things that the imminent release of his
sexual frustration meant he was on an extremely short fuse. The best thing
I could do for him was to give him what he wanted. And now!

Taking the opportunity, I kissed him gently on the lips and whispered,
"Wanna cum?" The question was pointless of course, but it stirred him up to
an even higher level of delight. I started sucking on his nipples again,
and this time also move two fingers backwards and forwards over the rim of
his cockhead, with just the slightest of pressure. He was in serious danger
of getting an overdose of sexual stimulation as he writhed and wriggled
beside me, his moans of rapture getting more vociferous. Even at the
distance we were from the other campers, I was sure it wouldn't be long
before he could be heard. I put my lips on his, absorbing his screams as I
used my full hand to take him over the top in just three strokes. His cum
shot ferociously from his raging cock in one solid stream, with
heart-stopping force.  His whole body went rigid with the effort and a
long, low atavistic moan escaped into my mouth. I held him very tightly as
he spasmed and trembled in the after-shock.

I was worried that he'd done some damage to himself as it was a long time
before he lost that glaze in his eyes and his muscles relaxed once more:
the film of sweat covering his face and body causing him to shimmer in the
glow from the long-forgotten television as he gasped for breath. He looked
at me, astounded, as he eventually managed to stammer out, "That was
fucking amazing! Bloody Hell!"

I grabbed a handy towel and carefully and lovingly wiped the perspiration
off his beautiful body, cradling him in my arms.

 We lay there curled up together, rejoicing in our joint nakedness and
wallowing in that glorious inner
 glow you get after love-making. I ran my fingers through his hair and
round his still tender nipples,
 and loved him. He lay there, silent and unmoving, simply looking at me and
smiling softly, his hands
 resting on my chest.

"You haven't cum yet," he mumbled sleepily.

"Yes, I have," I said smirking, "I came when you did, but you were too busy
to notice!"

He smiled, half-embarrassed at the remembrance. "But we didn't touch it
...."

"No," I interrupted, "It happens sometimes when you're with someone you
like a lot and you're, well, sort of doing things together. Bit like a wet
dream, but real!"

"Oh! I see, I think."

Our conversation was having its effect as I saw, out of the corner of my
eye, his prick start to harden again. Unconsciously his hand slipped
towards it and pulled the foreskin back over the head, leaving his fingers
to gently roll it around.

He stared down at my soft member as if ensuring that he would fix every
fibre of it in his memory.  "It's a lot bigger than the felt tip pen," he
murmured just loud enough for me to hear as he lifted my cock up and
examined it closely as it filled up.

"That's what I thought. Did it hurt when you pushed it in?" I asked.

"A bit, but then I used my fingers to make the hole bigger and then it went
in."

I asked him whether he liked the feeling or not and how much it hurt. He
replied that it hurt a bit to begin with, but once he'd got used to it, it
was a nice feeling. He'd done it two or three times more since the first
time, he went on, and each time it was easier. The direction he was leading
me in was blatantly obvious: subtlety wasn't Garry's bag!

"We've got a whole two weeks in front of us; let's not rush things shall
we? I want to do it as much as you do, but we'll only spoil it if we do it
wrong." I'd no idea what the `right' way was, but Garry had had one
almighty cumming tonight, and was thinking that another might me too much.

He didn't show too much disappointment at my suggestion: he may have even
been grateful in an odd sort of way. He was fully aware of the way he
reacted to a full-blown orgasm and I think it worried him just a little,
not that he would admit to it of course, and neither would it stop him in
the future.

It was almost midnight by now and we'd been chatting and messing about for
the best part of three hours by now. After his majestic experience of the
early evening, he was quite happy to settle down under the sleeping bag,
cuddle up to me and just fiddle around with each other.  There was
something very special about being together like this, with no possibility
of anyone spoiling it for us - the slow pace we were allowed to take just
cemented our relationship more. For Garry, it was a new adventure, being
able to explore his feelings and emotions without being restrained in any
way.  For me, it was like re-living my teenage years again, re-learning
things I'd forgotten and remembering people and events long since past.

There was a silly horror film on the TV, which we were half-watching as our
hands roamed freely but after seeing half of it, we decided that it was too
stupid to watch and the set was turned off.

I'd half-hoped to snatch a bit of sleep whilst Garry was watching the film,
but I should have known better. Once the tent was in complete darkness and
the only sounds were those from the wildlife outside, I lay my head on the
rolled-up blanket we had for a pillow, pulled Garry's head onto my chest
and dozed. I was dimly aware of his hand still holding my soft cock as I
slipped away. Garry had other ideas. He let me sleep for no more than ten
minutes before I awakened when his mouth closed around my rapidly hardening
dick. Smiling resignedly to myself, I stroked his hair and whispered,
"Don't you ever give up?"

"Nope." He grinned, his white teeth shining in the little moonlight
filtering through the canvas. "I like this. Go back to sleep if you want."

That, without a shadow of doubt, was impossible and so I decided to join in
the fun.

"You'll kill me if you don't slow down," I laughed quietly at him. "Oh, and
by the way, did you know that when you're born, you only have a certain
amount of sperm inside you, and if you use it all up now, you'll have none
left for when you're older."

He stopped sucking but left his mouth fixed half-way down my shaft and
peered up at me, his eyes questioning. Then he realised I wasn't being
serious, sniggered and nipped my cock with his teeth as punishment. I'd
been gently massaging his gorgeous boner while we were talking; not
masturbating him exactly but indulging myself in its silky-smooth
hardness. I shifted my spare arm over his body and let my hand rest on his
butt cheeks, pushing my middle finger between them and stopping at his
hole. Once again, Garry paused in his ministrations, but only to check my
finger didn't move away. He pushed his butt back onto my finger, letting me
know that it was alright for me to go further if I wanted.

I did. His little bud spasmed slightly as I increased the pressure, and
timing it right, pushed it in as far as the first knuckle when he was
relaxed. I felt an "umph!" from my lover as it entered so I stopped and
rested it where it was. I waited for the initial wincing pain he must have
felt to subside, then I allowed Garry to push back at his own
rate. Incredibly he hardly faltered in his sucking. Once I was as deeply
embedded as I could get, I wormed my finger around, searching for `the
spot'. Not having any success, I eased a second finger in and continued.

I must have found it because Garry suddenly stopped what he was doing,
arched his back and moaned loudly. His cock, already hard throbbed in my
fingers.

"Jesus!" he shouted quietly, "Jesus! Do that again!"

I obliged and wriggled my fingers delicately in his inside, massing his
magic button with every movement. Letting go of his cock, I put my hand
behind his head and almost viciously kissed him, forcing my tongue between
his teeth, desperately searching for his.

Entwined together, we twisted and rolled all over the floor as
simultaneously we rapidly flew towards Nirvana. Garry's mouth was replaced
by his hand on my cock, and before rushing to jerk me off, covered my hand
on his tool and frantically encouraged me to speed up my hitherto gentle
massage. Delirious with erotic hunger we lost all connection with reality
as we rode the wave together. A sharp, searing pain from my balls and I
shot a massive load of red hot cum, most of it landing on Garry's face. At
exactly the same time, his iron-hard rod throbbed and released his pent-up
sperm like a bullets from a machine gun.

This time there was no scream, he was much to far gone to shout out. A
final gasp exhausting all the air from his lungs and he froze solidly in my
arms. Hugging him securely, I waited anxiously for him to come round: I
would never get used to this; it scared the shit out of me every time. I
once asked him if he remembered anything when ever this happened and he
replied that he did, he just couldn't move a muscle, that was
all. Laughingly, I told him that he'd better warn any girl he made love to
about this, otherwise she would think she'd killed him! The only sign of
life was a solidly hard prick that didn't soften until he came down!

Despite our exhausting night, neither of us slept that much. I was
dog-tired, but it seems I was woken every few minutes with Garry exploring
some part of my body or other.  Where on Earth he got the energy from I
don't know, but he must have been awake nearly all night I guessed. Even at
eight o'clock when I eventually woke up properly, Garry was laying with his
head on my stomach, watching bleary-eyed as he fondled my prick and
balls. His own dick still as solid as ever!


Chapter Seven.

Ruffling Garry's hair, I suggested that he give it a rest for a while and
that we aught to think about something else for a change, like having a
shower and getting some breakfast. Giggling, he kissed my cock lightly on
the tip and knelt up, looking kittenish.

"May I suggest that you put some clothes on and go get a shower? You smell
like a brothel!" Sticking his tongue out at me, he searched for his
long-discarded clothes and put them on. "Can I take the car?"  he pleaded.

Pointing towards where I'd left them, I issued the mandatory `Be careful'
advice, before adding wickedly, "And leave the boys - and men - alone!"

Still laughing, he scampered out and I heard the Landrover start up as I
gathered the cooking things together to start breakfast. Within
half-an-hour he was back, freshly scrubbed and emanating a much healthier
aroma than he was earlier. Leaving him to make tea for himself, I walked
across to the shower block and luxuriated in a warm, invigorating shower. I
was drying myself off when a man alongside me smiled and said, "I'll bet
your brother is a handful, isn't he?" I was completely thrown by this, what
in Hell was he talking about. My first thoughts were either Garry had done
something silly while driving across the field, or our noisy night had
disturbed him. And the brother bit?

"Yeah, I was walking the dog late last night when I heard him shout
something out. All your lights were out, so I suppose he was dreaming was
he?" In the split second I had to think before answering him, I guessed he
believed it. Otherwise he wouldn't have said anything at all, and possibly
rung the Police if he'd had any doubts about our propriety.

"Yes," I mumbled, "He gets some awful nightmares. Sorry if he disturbed
you."

"Don't worry. I've got two boys and they scream the house down
sometimes. Your brother was in here just now, washing up whilst I was
shaving. He seemed happy enough, he was singing away to himself, so he got
over it OK."

"Yes, thanks." I replied.

"He said that you were on a camping holiday to get away from the house for
a some peace and quiet. I wish I could do that, believe me!" He laughed as
he collected his things together and waved as he left.  "See you later."

I held on to the sink to steady myself. Jesus! We must be more careful in
future, or find a campsite a million miles from the nearest people!

Garry thought this was hilarious as I told him the story, and to give him
his due, thought less of it than I did. "What you worried about? My mum and
dad think I have nightmares when I, well, you know! If it works for them,
well ..... And I told them you were my brother `cause if I said anything
else, he might not have believed you're my cousin."

That made sense: my estimation of Garry's sensibility went up a
thousand-fold and I knew then that I could depend on his intelligence and
discretion entirely, much to my relief as this had been niggling away at me
for a long time now.

It was with some relief on my part that we packed the gear away and left
the site an hour later, turning towards Wales and the West. Over a
leisurely lunch taken at a transport cafe, we talked about where we should
go next, and came to no real decision. In desperation, I bought a cheap
`Where to Camp' guide from the garage and handed it to Garry to search
through. Having gone through the children's playground- type and the
up-market caravan sites, I suggested that he look for a place that only
took one tent and was a thousand miles from anywhere.

I got a puzzled look from my companion in return, and pointed out that if
he was to carry on making as much noise as he has done so far every time he
shot his load, then nothing less would do! "It's your fault," he retorted,
"You always get me wound up I can't help it!" I laughed and punched him on
the arm.

"Of course, the easy alterative is to forget all about sex for two weeks
and just enjoy ourselves."

"NO CHANCE!" he said forcefully, grinning broadly "You got me out here a
zillion miles from nowhere to have your wicked way with me, and now you're
gonna dump me. Absolutely no way! In any case, look what you've done
already."

He lifted the front of his shorts up, sans underwear, and nodded at his
boner.

"Jesus! Doesn't that thing ever give up?" I groaned.

"Nope. Not when you're around anyway."

Still giggling, he laid out on the seat, rested his head in my lap and
started to read the guide.  Happily, I stroked his hair as I drifted along
the quiet road, thinking once again how lucky we were.

By mid-afternoon it was becoming obvious that we were about as far from
civilisation as we were going to get. We were surrounded by the magnificent
Welsh hills and deep valleys, once populated by sheep farmers, long-since
gone. I was just beginning to panic a bit, doubting seriously if ever we
would find anywhere at all to stop, never mind a quiet one. It was Garry
who spotted the tiny white sign leaning over at a crazy angle, half-buried
in the hedge.

"There!" he shouted.

Jerking to a stop I reversed to see the weather-beaten `Camping' notice
pointing down an over-grown lane. Gingerly I fought my way down it, not
expecting to find anything at all except a derelict farmhouse at the
end. Ten minutes later and we found it. Derelict it certainly was, peeling
paint, broken windows - the lot. But it was occupied as the tell-tale smoke
from the chimney said.

Nervously, I knocked at the door and waited. After what seemed an age, it
was opened by an old man, dressed in the bye-gone clothes of a Welsh hill
farmer. He looked at me waiting for me to start.

"We've - er - got ourselves a bit lost and it's getting late. We were
wondering if you still took in campers?"

He looked at me and the Landrover, and Garry peering out of the window.
"Mm.," he said, non-commitally.  "Haven't seen anybody in months. Don't do
much any more. The best I got is the field down there." He pointed vaguely
at a grass slope off to the side. "There's a river at the bottom." That
apparently was the extent of the `facilities'.

"Ok, we'll take it. For tonight anyway. I'll let you know if we're gonna
stay any longer."

"It'll cost £5 - and stay as long as you like."

I gave him the note and thanked him.

"Don't mind the cows in the field. They won't harm you," he muttered as he
closed the door.

It was lucky I had a Landrover as the slope down the field to the stream
was quite steep and slippery, and negotiating round the cows wasn't easy
either! Still, we managed to get down without any mishap and cruised along
the bank until we found a secluded spot on a bend with easy access to the
water.

The tent was quickly set up and our few bits and pieces thrown in. The
weather had turned hotter over the past few hours and we were looking
forward to trying the river to see if it was OK to swim in. Food was our
first target though, and I asked Garry if he wanted to try and find
somewhere to eat, or did he fancy cooking out here.

"Out here!" he bounced, "It'll be fun. What we got?"

I fished out some tins of beans, sausages and other odds and ends. "There
you go. Do you wanna do it, or shall I?"

We decided that I would make some tea whilst he cooked the food for us.
But first, a swim. Stripping off our now grubby clothes, we found our
swimming trunks and pulled them on. Garry suggested that we didn't bother
with them as we seemed to be so isolated, but thinking that it was always
possible a hiker or someone would wander by, we aught to try and be fairly
decent.

The water was cold at first, but we soon got used to it and splashed around
in the summer sun. Garry was as relaxed as ever I'd seen him and I enjoyed
sitting on the bank watching him play in the water diving for rocks and
generally having a good time - it was a real delight to watch him loose
himself in a world of his own for a while, completely free.

Leaving him to his own pleasures, I wandered back to the tent and started
the meal. It wasn't long before he smelt the aroma of cooking sausages and
ran back, shaking the water out of his soft fair hair as he did so. Sitting
cross-legged in front of the frying pan, he turned the sausages over with a
fork.

"You'd better put a T-shirt of something on if you're gonna do that," I
suggested. Turning to look at me, smiled and ignored my comment. He quickly
changed his mind however when the fat splattered at him making him yelp
with the short sharp pain.

Leaving him to get on with it, I started to sort the tent out, spreading
the bags out and arranging the TV and so on. I stopped suddenly when I
heard another yelp from outside.  "My nuts have gone!" he shouted, laughing
with glee. "Look!"

He was right, of course, the cold water had done its trick. Garry was stood
with his trunks at his knees, his shrivelled cock hanging loosely doing a
pretty good job of hiding his tiny wrinkled balls, pulled up tightly into
his groin as they were.

"Thank goodness for that, I might get some peace at last," I replied
seriously. "There's no way can you do anything with that except piss once
in a while. It's the first time I've seen it soft. Tiny little thing ain't
it!"

"Bollocks!" he beamed, "Just you wait." Without further ado, he cupped his
withered tackle in his hand and began to massage them back to life with one
hand whilst tending to the food with the other. Pretty disgusting, I know
he was clean enough, but I made sure he didn't touch anything with his
hands all the same. Much to his delight, it wasn't long before they
returned to something like normal once again, a fact which he thoroughly
enjoyed showing me.

I joined him as the meal was served, sat opposite him. We were hungrier
than we thought and the pile of food was quickly demolished, but not before
Garry showed me the way his mind was working. He was only wearing his
T-shirt, which just about covered his groin when he was sat down. I looked
at him as he stared pointedly at the remaining sausages in the pan, then at
his crotch, then back to the sausages again. Slowly the front of his shirt
began to tent out - I watched, intrigued knowing exactly what he was
thinking. Moving his shirt out of the way, he picked up a sausage, examined
it closely and stared at his semi-rigid cock, giggling.

"I'll never noticed that before," he said trying to be serious.  "They're
about the same." Looking me straight in the eye, he slid the piece of meat
between his lips and sucked hard, working it in and out
erotically. Laughing at his boyish game, I copied him and commented that
the sausage tastes better than some things I could think of.

"Prick!" he said between mouthfuls of food.

His tool was standing perfectly upright now, his foreskin just allowing a
glimpse of his purple head.  My own hitherto quiescent dick stirred in my
trunks, rapidly hardening and becoming painful. I eased my hand inside them
and made myself more comfortable.

"Gotcha!" he chortled, "You got a hardon! And you call me randy!"

Slightly embarrassed at being caught out for some reason, I half-smiled and
muttered, "I'll get you later for that!"

It didn't take five minutes to clear away the cooking things and rinse them
in the river. Once they were done and put away, I suddenly felt very tired;
I'd had a long couple of days and not a lot of sleep in the
middle. Clambering into the tent, I turned the radio on quietly and told
Garry that I was going to have a rest.

"Ok, I'm going for a swim then. See you later." Two hours later I was
awoken from a deep sleep when I was conscious of the tent flaps being drawn
closed. Garry had crawled in and was tying the fly-sheets together.

"I'm tired," he yawned. "Can I join you?"

Stretching an arm out, I invited him to lay down with me, "But take those
things off first, they're wet."

Doing as he was asked, he threw them in the corner, dragged a sleeping bag
over us and cuddled up close, facing me. Putting a thumb in his mouth, he
draped his arm over me and closed his eyes. Two minutes later I felt him
turn over, stick his butt in my groin and curl up once more, but this time
he lazily took my hand and placed it over his still cold and prune-like
cock and balls. Sighing contentedly, he wriggled his butt closer to my
prick and fell asleep again. It took quite an effort for me to get back to
sleep, and only then after I manoeuvred my dick between his butt cheeks to
give it some space to expand in!

It was almost dark when I woke up, still in the same position and feeling a
lot better. Garry was still sleeping like an angel and I was very reluctant
to disturb him. I needed a piss, but decided to hold on for as long as
possible, I was much too comfortable to move. Idly, I felt Garry's hard
dick in my hand, and gently started to play with it, running my fingers up
and down its length. He stirred slightly, moaned and pushed back just a
little. Gradually he came to, twisting over to face me.

"Good here isn't it?" he sighed, "I wish it could go on forever."

"Perfect!" I agreed and gave him a kiss and hug. "But I gotta go."

I decided not to get dressed, but poked my head out of the fly sheets,
checked that no one was in sight and crawled out to relieve myself against
the side of the Landrover. I was soon joined by Garry who stood alongside
me and grinned as we played piss-fights until we were drained. Hurrying
back inside, I lay down again with Garry, staring at the ridge of the
tent. Trying to find the spot he had warmed up, Garry stretched out
alongside me, threw a leg over and rested his head on my chest.

"What shall we do tonight?" I asked. "Apart from that!" I added, giving him
a squeeze.

"Dunno. Got any ideas?"

We were wide awake now and a quick look at my wrist watch showed it was
only eight o'clock. "How about a walk?" I suggested.

Once we'd found some clean clothes and dressed ourselves, we set off for a
stroll down the riverbank.  There wasn't a great deal to look at but the
scenery. We were at the bottom of a steep-sided valley, with the Welsh
granite rocks climbing skywards. It was a fine, clear evening and we
watched the kestrels wheeling about in the sky, hunting for their
supper. We sat down on the bank and watched, fascinated. I felt Garry's arm
wrap round my waist and I moved towards him. There was hardly a sound
anywhere, only the occasional bird making its presence felt before settling
down for the night.

We chatted together for a while about nothing in particular, enjoying the
evening air until it got dark.  Arms on each other's shoulders we drifted
back to find something to eat.  Cold meat sandwiches and hot cups of coffee
were quickly produced and we settled down to watch tv for a while.

I don't think sex was on the agenda particularly that evening; in some ways
we'd over-dosed ourselves the past 24 hours and a bit of respite was in
order. Still dressed, we sat on the floor and ate our food in silence.

Around midnight we undressed and lay down for the night, with Garry nestled
up in front of me, cuddled up close. In view of the heat, we were naked and
uncovered. Once the television was turned off, we listened for a few
minutes to the night noises and appreciated the complete isolation.

I was mistaken about the sex part of course. It didn't take him long to
worm his way to my into my groin and take hold of my cock. He stroked with
feather-light strokes waiting for it to respond, which it did in very short
order. Even then, I wasn't sure whether he wanted any proper fun and games
or not, or just the comfort. I reached down and found him to be already up
and proud, the radiant heat making it much easier to find!

Leaning over him I kissed him softly on the lips, and whispered, "Thank
you," in his ear.

"For what?" he replied.

"Just being you."

He stared at me for a minute and I watched as a pair of tears ran down his
cheeks. Getting closer, I licked them up and pecked his pert little nose.

He accepted the compliment gracefully with just a hint of a wistful smile
and settled down again. I lay my hand on his chest and began to twist his
nipples gently between my fingers, first one side and then the other. I
hadn't expected very much to happen as mine never seem to respond to this
sort of stimulation, but Garry's perked up instantly, accompanied by a
guttural sigh.

"That's nice!" he moaned.

Leaving go of his cock for the time being, I flirted with his tiny nipples
as I kissed him deeply and held him tight. Joining in the moment, he
clasped his hand behind my shoulders and returned the kiss, passionately
and lovingly. Still embracing we rolled around the floor having a
rough-and-tumble, laughing and giggling all the while, trying to escape
from the clutches of the other - not too hard of course. We kissed,
fondled, touched and tickled each other all over, with no holds
barred. It's been years since I'd had this sort of fun, and I don't suppose
Garry has had much of it either, we were hysterical with
laughter. Eventually Garry had me pinned to the ground with his knees in my
shoulders.  Moving down he kissed me tenderly and sat back, tears flowing
down his face, but with laughter this time. As he sat back my prick made
contact with his butt and bounced up out of the way. I saw a sparkle in his
eye which could only mean one thing - he'd been reminded of an earlier
promise I'd made.

Suddenly becoming serious, he said, "Do you think we could try and do it
now?" It was the pleading in his voice which persuaded me, against my
better judgement. He saw this final act as a sort of rite of passage I
guess and would be the ultimate act of the love which had grown between
us. There was no way I could deny him this last gift and so I agreed that
we could have a go.  "But, you're in charge and the minute you say so,
we'll stop and try again some other time."

There was no frivolity this time, he was being deadly serious. He knew that
it would hurt, at least to begin with, and that we might not even be able
to do it, but he desperately wanted it.

"How do we do it?" he questioned, still squatting astride me. "What do I
do?"

"Get the jar of Vaseline from the First Aid box in the car and I'll show
you." I said hoarsely.

In seconds he'd found the jar and was back, standing in front of me, prick
erect and proffering the container at me like a votive offering.

I smoothed a good amount of the grease on my tool and made sure the
foreskin was well peeled back from my cockhead. With a little difficulty I
spread the lubricant around and inside his butt and we were ready.

"There are two ways I suppose which are easy," I told him, "Either you can
lay on your back and put your legs over my shoulders, or you can try and
sit down on it with me underneath."

He paused for a moment or two thinking it over. "I wanna try and sit down
on you. Then I can look at you as well."

Planting his feet either side of me, I held his wrists as he very slowly
lowered himself downwards.  When he felt my dick touch him, he let go of
one hand and held my cock in place as he relaxed the muscles in his legs
and sunk a bit lower. I felt his virgin hole tighten closed as we made
contact. He stopped, waited for it to relax and pushed himself down, eyes
closed, mouth tight shut and a look of intense concentration on his
face. He held my hand with a vice like grip as he suffered the first
agonising shoot of pain. "Easy," I said, "Take your time, there's no rush."

Lifting up slightly, he took a deep breath and went down again. Once again
he spasmed shut, but soon loosened up. He suddenly let himself drop about
halfway down my cock.  Screaming out, he dug his nails into my hand, enough
to draw blood, not noticing at the time. I reached out to pull him off, but
he shook his head wildly from side to side, "It's OK. It's OK. Leave me!"

Very gently he continued downwards, absorbing my full length of raging
prick until he settled on my crotch. Bringing his other hand round now, he
entwined his fingers with mine and gripped tightly.  Slowly the pain
dissipated from his face, his muscles relaxed and his eyes opened.

"Did it. Did it. I DID IT!" he said loudly, beaming from ear to ear.
"John! I've done it!" He sat there for what must have been five minutes
rocking from side to side every so often and not letting go of my hands for
a second. Once the last vestiges of pain had gone, he started to lift
himself up a few centimetres before lowering himself and getting his
breath. Imperceptibly the length of his stroke increased until he was using
my full length. Twice he misjudged it and I slipped out, only to be pushed
back in again instantly with a mouthed "Fuck it!" each time.

After a while he settled into a smooth rhythm and managed to give me a weak
smile of triumph once in a while, holding my hands a lot less painfully
now. Abruptly he changed his pace, let out an ecstatic whimper and froze in
mid-stroke, his eyes ablaze. I assumed he'd found he prostate - and how!
Moving just a tiny fraction up and down, he hit it time and time again,
panting for breath, his mouth wide open. I watched his cock as it grew
redder and redder, beating in time with his heart. There was no way he
could take very much of this sort of arousal, especially on his first time.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he cried out as his magic button was pressed.

It wasn't long before he started to orgasm: I could even see the little
tube expand as the first wads of cum fired their way out, shooting straight
up in the air with phenomenal pressure. He emitted a low growl which
swiftly rose to a scream; his butt cheeks spasmed and milked my dick,
giving me the most breath-taking cum I'd had for ages and
ages. Predictably, he stiffened up, back arched forwards, his little belly
forced out, and his hands locking vice-like in mine; even the visible pulse
in his neck seemed to pause for a moment as his trance kicked in. Carefully
taking his shoulders, I eased him down to lay on top of me and rested his
forehead on mine.

Gradually his breathing slowed down and his eyes re-focussed, only to look
into mine with a stare of complete and utter bewilderment.

"Why... Why .... Why didn't you tell me how bloody fantastic that is? It
was unbelievable - and I came again without touching it!"

I was happy for him. More than that, I was over the moon with joy. What
could have so easily been a complete disaster turned out to be a wonderful
event, not only for him but me as well. This was a night never to be
forgotten, our love for each other proven beyond doubt.  Garry celebrated
as any boy would, with a tin of Coke and a Mars bar. The momentous event
which had just happened wasn't mentioned - it just wasn't the `done thing'
not to talk about it, but he was bubbling over with excitement and full of
himself: in different circumstance he would have been bouncing off the
walls!

We did it once more that night, or rather in the early hours of the
morning. There was no chance of Garry getting any sleep that night; as far
as he was concerned in was Christmas, birthday and any other celebration he
could think off all rolled into one.

"Can we do it again, but the other way?" he asked after a couple of hours.

"You sure?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I wanna do it again." I was as excited as he was, now that we'd
crossed the final bridge and was more than willing to give him what he
wanted. Smearing a little Vaseline on my fingers, I eased one in his butt,
encouraging him to relax as much as possible. He was already thrashing
around on the floor as I gently introduced a second finger and worked it
around.

"Ready?" I asked, looking at his beautiful face.

"Yes, yes. Go on, put it in now."

I rolled up the blanket, put it under his butt and got him to rest his legs
on my shoulders. I crawled forwards, aiming my cock at the waiting
orifice. To my surprise, there was absolutely no resistance as I pushed
forward, I slipped in with no effort whatsoever - the boy was a natural!
With just the merest hint of a grimace, he watched as I sank as deep in as
I could before pausing.

"OK?" I questioned.

"Mmmmmmmm! That's good!"

We leaned towards each other and kissed tenderly once before he whispered
insistently, "Go on."

Not having the desperate need to rush things, I started to move in and out
of him, slowly and carefully, making sure I gave him as much pleasure as I
could. His ankles locked behind my head as if making sure that I couldn't
escape, even if I wanted to. As I pushed down, he followed through, lifting
his butt up to meet me and squeezing his cheeks together at the same time.

"Deeper ... Deeper ... Deeper. Go on!" Garry stuttered as I fucked him.  He
started to jerk himself off, rhythmically matching me stroke for
stroke. "This is bloody fantastic!"

Smiling at him, I just had to go faster as I felt my nuts begin to boil and
what little was left of my sperm started its fantastic journey.

Deep. Hard. Deep and Hard, I thrust forwards. He was aware of how close I
was getting and sympathetically worked his dick quicker.

"I'm cumming - now! I shouted, this time beating Garry to it. "Oh, Jesus!"
And I shot my second load of the night, coating Garry's insides with my hot
cum.

"I'm ..." was all Garry could manage before he dropped his load on his
belly and chest.

This time there was no panic attack from him, simply an exhausted sigh and
a "Fucking Hell!" mouthed almost silently.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked him a bit later.

"Yes. It's terrific, better than anything else."

I embraced him as I told him we could do it whenever he wanted, and we
drifted off to sleep at last still holding each other's soft cock for
comfort.


Chapter Eight.

We decided to stay camping in the field we'd found by accident, at least
for a few days. One reason being that after we'd explored the area the
following day, there was quite a lot for Garry and me to do.  Apart from
the walking, which we both enjoyed, there was a riding stable close at
hand, some good fishing (which Garry was into, but I couldn't stand!) and,
much to our surprise, the sea was only about ten miles away. It was also
good for us that we'd manage to sort ourselves out with respect to our
relationship. I knew that we'd got closer and closer over the weeks, and
had a good friendship. Now that he and I had spent some time alone
together, we found that not only had we become better friends, but also
were perfectly comfortable in each other's company. We didn't feel the need
to be in each other's pocket all the time: we both spent a fair amount of
time doing our own thing: Garry fishing or clambering over the rocks, me
horse riding or simply lazing about. Our sex life also settled down to a
contented, mutually enjoyable important part of our day-to-day lives. At
first, we were both fairly demanding of each other in many ways I suppose,
wallowing in our ability to do more-or-less what we wanted when we
wanted. It gradually changed over the two weeks from a rather selfish
self-gratifying relationship into one of compassion and a want to please
one another. We indulged ourselves less frequently as well; often being
satisfied with holding each other or even just being close. The night-
times were the best and the hours we spent cuddled up together, kissing and
hugging and merely being there for each other were truly spiritual.

Somewhere in the middle of our hedonistic holiday, we even managed to take
dozens of pictures to show the family, not I hasten to add, any which might
even hint at the special and very private aspect of our vacation! Well -
there were a couple I wasn't sure about. We'd spent most of one day
swimming in the river, naked for a great deal of the time it goes without
saying, and Garry decided to take some pictures for home. Reluctantly he'd
put his swimming trunks on for the benefit of the photograph, although he
did express a desire for me to take a couple of nude ones just for us. I
would have done too, if I thought I could have them developed and printed
without being arrested! Anyway, when I collected the photographs from the
local shop, I showed Garry the two of him swimming. At first he didn't see
what I was getting, which was a good thing as far as the family were
concerned, but when I pointed out that you could most definitely see his
beautiful boner clearly outlined through the trunks, he thought it
hilarious. And gifted the pictures to me as a souvenir.

One thing we discussed at length one evening was the possibility of our
living together. To begin with he was naturally excited, ecstatic even,
throwing his arms round me and giving me a deep kiss. I gave him an hour to
get used to the idea and calm down before I outlined some of the problems
we faced.  Firstly, there was his parents of course. I was almost certain
that they would agree with a bit of persuasion. I knew they found him
difficult to cope with, and had already hinted to me that as he got older,
they would find it more and more stressful. Garry wasn't aware of this of
course, and I didn't tell him. He knew, though, that things could be better
for him than they were at present on the home front. The other major issues
were finding a suitable house or flat for us; finding a school for him and
the losing and making of friends. Another problem was money: I hadn't even
got a job yet! Hopefully that one would be solved soon though as I had a
couple of promising interviews lined up. Even with these downside
difficulties, Garry was exuberant at the prospect and was behaving as if it
had happened already - a fait accompli. Our love-making that night was one
of the more memorable times we were to have. Garry's ebullience was
infectious and we were both dreaming happily of what the future held for us
as we nestled up closely under the blanket.

"One day, we'll be doing this in our lovely, warm comfortable bed," he
sighed, "Miles away from Oxford."

I noted the `our' with interest. It appears that he'd already made his mind
up that we were to sleep together as well as live - an assumption I had a
few reservations about, but so far was content with.

His cock was steel-hard as he obviously ruminated on life in out
nest-to-be.

"Do it to me, Pleeeeeease!" he begged, kissing me lightly on the cheek.  "I
really want it."

Him asking me to fuck him was a bit unusual: normally, if it happened at
all, it was a natural follow-on to whatever else we had been doing and was
taken at that level. Only once or twice had we actually started out with
that in mind.

Not wishing to disappoint him, I asked how he wanted to do it.

"I like it best when I sit on you and hold your hands. I can look at you
properly then."

I grinned broadly at him. "Your wish is my command, Oh Master!"

I lay on my back, watching as he carefully positioned himself over my eager
dick. Taking hold of my wrists, he slowly lowered his butt until he felt my
cock touch it. I was just about to remind him about the Vaseline when,
letting go of me for a moment, he pushed my cock between his cheeks and
without pausing, pressed it firmly against his rosebud. In one smooth move
he squatted down and slid all the way down my shaft. There was no grimace
of pain, no hesitation, no reluctance. Taking my wrist again, he grinned at
me impishly and said, "That was easy. I'm getting better at it!"

I agreed absolutely and was glad for him. He must genuinely enjoy being
made love to this way, just as much as I did: the amount of pre-cum already
leaking from his adorable dick confirming it. I unwrapped my hand from his,
swiped up as much of it as I could and licked my finger clean. Gathering up
what was left, I proffered my finger to him and leaning forward he let me
put it in his mouth.

Stretching up as much as I could, I kissed him solidly on the lips, my
tongue urgently searching for his. The taste of his pre-cum mingling in our
mouths was supremely erotic and I felt my cock, buried deep inside him,
swell with excitement and anticipation - no less than his which was still
dripping wet.

Closing his eyes and smiling rapturously to himself, my little angel began
to ride up and down my achingly hard tool. I felt that Garry was trying his
best to make our intimacy last for as long as possible; he was gloriously
and completely absorbed in what he was doing, relishing every second of it.
He couldn't do it for ever though, much as he would like to. There comes a
point where hormones take over, and my young lover had more than enough of
those! Gradually he sped up and was soon bouncing up and down frantically,
almost howling with sheer animal passion. I was in no position to comment
however as by now I was thrashing about all over the place, head spinning
and mouth agape, struggling for breath. Up and down he went, up and down,
I've no idea how long we lasted but it couldn't have been long. With a
final, desperate groan I rocketed my cum into him, the last painful dregs
being sucked out by his clenching cheeks. Garry's prick, bright red and
shiny wet, pulsed violently and ejected a solid stream of boyjuice
vertically. Even after his balls had emptied themselves, his prick
continued to pound as if desperately searching for more of the intoxicating
fluid.

We were both sweating heavily as we laid down on the floor, gazing into
each other's eyes and smiling contentedly.

"That was the best ever!" Garry exhaled, "Bloody brilliant!"

We were still excited about the prospect of living together that even after
our exhausting love-making we couldn't sleep.

"Can we do this every day when we get a flat?" he asked, thoughtfully after
a while.

"If you want," I answered, "I think I could get used to it! But remember
what I said about using it all up if you do it too much."

He laughed at this and replied, "I don't care as long I can give it all to
you."

"It's not you I'm worried about. It's me! I'm an old man and I can't have
much of it left. What you gonna do then? Leave me and find someone else?"

"Never!" he said, seriously, "Never! It's gonna be you and me for ever and
ever and ever!"

I hugged him tightly and kissed him before saying, "That's the nicest thing
anyone has ever said to me and I love you." I wasn't joking either.

"I love you too. I really mean it," he whispered. "Really, really mean it."

We were both getting a bit tearful and maudlin by now and the atmosphere
needed lightening.

"Well, when I say `I love you', I only mean a bit of you - not all of you,"
I grinned. "And I'm not telling you which bit!"

"I bet I can guess, though," he giggled, cupping his cock and balls in his
hands. "Wrong!" He looked puzzled as I continued, "It's your brain. So far
it's guaranteed unused and empty except for dirty thoughts!"

"Bollocks! And if it is, who put `em there? I was a pure and innocent
little boy until I met you, and you made me do naughty things."

"Complaining?" I questioned.

" Naaah. I just wish we'd met sooner, that's all"

The conversation carried on in this vein for a while, but gradually we
drifted into a fitful sleep just as the sun was rising.

Today was going to be the last day of our holiday, and the rather
melancholic atmosphere settled down on us again as the day wore
on. Reluctantly we put our bits and pieces together, cleaning and packing
away the things we wouldn't need. Very few words were spoken as I think we
were both depressed about the unwelcome separation we were to have forced
on us shortly.

In an effort to cheer ourselves up we drove into town that evening and went
to the cinema. Thankfully there was a comedy showing and we both thoroughly
enjoyed it, forgetting our problems for a while. To cheer us up even more,
I bought giant pizza and a couple of tins of weak lager on the way home,
planning to have us a midnight feast.

It was such a warm night that we sat on the grass outside the tent to have
our last hot meal together.  When Garry prised open the pizza box, he broke
into fits of laughter and showed me the contents.  Artfully, the cook had
sliced some sausages lengthways and laid them radially on top of the
cheese.  Instantly I knew what had amused him so much, and I laughed with
him at the memory, hugging him round the shoulders.

"You don't need me tonight now, do you?" I giggled. "Grab `em while they're
hot. They go all soft and soggy when they're soft!"

He picked a slice up and delicately sucked on it, smiling at me with his
eyes. "Naaah. It's no good, there's no stuff gonna cum out. Waste of time."

My adorable little angel had done it again! With only the silliest of
comments he'd managed to give me another bloody boner! I tried my best to
ignore it, at least for the time being, but it was spotted.  Just a simple
nod in that direction and an evil grin from lover-boy was enough. It was
followed in double-quick time by a tell-tale little tent appearing in
Garry's trousers.

Knowing what would inevitably follow sooner or later from the banter, we
took our time with the food and drink, taking some sort of perverse
pleasure in stretching it out as for as long as possible. Once in a while
we would glance at each other, grinning slightly, fully conscious of what
was happening, both our dicks remaining solidly prominent. The al fresco
meal was eventually finished and we sat cross-legged looking at the stars,
draining the last of the lager. It was only a matter of time before one of
us snapped and gave up the pretence.

Unsurprisingly, it was Garry who lost it first.

Without warning, he leapt up and rather painfully launched himself into my
lap. Throwing his arms round my neck, he kissed me quickly and said, "Sod
you!"

Laughing, we rolled over and over on the grass, relieved that the game was
over.

"I hate you!" he grinned, "And I'm gonna get you for it!"

Somehow he managed to slide his hands under my T-shirt and tried to pull it
off. Not having the heart or desire to stop him, I allowed my shirt to be
removed and thrown aside.  Instantly he moved down to my waist, and in a
mock frenzy unbuckled my trousers and dropped the zip. My trousers and
pants soon joined the T-shirt and I was naked. Sitting up and folding my
arms round my knees, I watched impatiently as Garry stripped, which in his
mood, I swear took less than ten seconds!  Sadly, I only managed to get a
very quick and all-too-brief glimpse of Garry's nicely erect pride and joy
before he dragged me to my feet, cuddled me and relaxed into my waiting
arms. Instantly the mock hysteria evaporated as an exquisite serenity
overtook us.

"Let's stay outside on the grass for a bit," he said sensually. There was
an erotic lustiness to his voice which I hadn't heard before. We swayed,
locked together under the twinkling stars, with his head nestled on my
chest and hands stroking the back of my neck. Our pricks were resting side
by side between us, as if joining in our moment of togetherness. Yet again
we found that it wasn't the sex that drew us close; the sheer inexplicable,
simple pleasure we drew from just touching and holding one another was
enough. Just for those few supernatural seconds, we couldn't have cared
less if we never had sex together again, just so long as we could always,
until the end of time, be this close and hold each other.

But thank God, real life isn't like that, and sex was very much on the
agenda tonight!

Lazily, we sank to the soft ground, and amid the sweet aroma of grass and
country air, let ourselves be drawn into the welcoming embrace of
Eros. (Sorry about the flowery English but it fits! Incidentally, every
noticed how `Eros' is `sore' spelt backwards? I'm sure it wasn't a mistake
- the Greeks knew what they were about!!)

There is something very special making love in the open air - I don't know
what it is, but certainly every sensation seems to be heightened and you
are aware of every fibre in your body. Garry and I made sure that each and
every one of those fibres was given its fair share of attention. Hands
roamed freely and sublimely, every touch feeling like fire, yet cool and
soothing at the same time. Tongues were entwined and hair was stroked;
genitals were lovingly caressed, and faces nuzzled.

Almost inaudibly, and from a million miles away, I heard a voice ask if he
could `do it to me'. It was ignored at first, the obscene interruption to
my enjoyment resented.

"Well, can I?" it said again more insistently.

With infinite reluctance I forced myself to pay attention.

"What?" I managed to say. "You know, can I f... . Put it in you?"

In all our frolicking and experimentation, it dawned on me that Garry had
never actually screwed me.  We'd been very close to it several times, but
never quite did it. I'd put it down to Garry's not liking to be a `top',
and pushed it to the back of my mind - it wasn't that much of a big
deal. But now? I discovered that not only did I not object, but I
physically wanted him.

"Of course you can, if that's what you want."

"Yeah. I've not done it before, and you've done it to me lots. I wanna do
it with you."

Garry had got so used to me doing it to him that there was no longer any
need to use a lubricant: between us we made enough of nature's own to
manage. I'd not had it done to me for years, and was sure that I'd need
some sort of help.

Damn! Stupidly, I'd packed the Vaseline away and was now at the bottom of
the already packed Landrover.  Shit! Garry was almost in tears when I told
him, and I saw his dick start to wilt. But then he grinned wickedly, his
cock hardened again and he dashed into the tent. I watched curiously as he
up-ended his rucksack, emptied to contents on the floor and scrabbled
around. Waving something or other in the air, he ran back and said, "Got
it!" It was a bottle of shampoo!! Green herbal shampoo!

Sniggering like a two-year old, I told him to go for it!

Smoothing the soapy liquid all over his dick, I watched intrigued as the
shampoo, mixing with his pre- cum turned into a frothy monster. Garry was
too anxious to take much interest, he was hopping about from foot to foot,
unable to contain his excitement. Once my part of the ritual was completed,
I asked him what he wanted me to do.

"Lay down on your front. I wanna try it that way."

So, I was to be deprived of the luxury of seeing his face during the
supreme act of our love. I was at bit pissed off at this, but then
justified it by thinking there would be other times in the future when it
would be different. In the meantime, it was Garry who had to be
satisfied. Doing as I was told, I stretched out, legs apart and waited.

I held my cheeks apart as he carefully touched his dick to my hole.
Reflexively it clamped tight shut, but with an immense effort I willed it
to relax. Garry, feeling the movement, put a little pressure on and his
cockhead slipped in. Thankfully he stopped. The instant of searing pain
came and went, and I said that he could carry on.

I'd long since forgotten how it felt to have someone inside you.  Certainly
my memory told me that it should have been a great deal more painful than
it was. In fact I felt wonderful, and even better when he sank the frothy
monster fully in.

I couldn't see his face of course, but the `oooh's' and `aaah's' told me he
was well satisfied. "You OK?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Fantastic!" he stammered out. "Christ! It feels good."

With infinite care he started to fuck me, making long slow strokes
outwards, pausing for just the right length of time and then sinking back,
just as slowly. I could feel every inch of his fabulous dick, rock hard and
red hot. I even felt it grow a fraction, to become even harder and bigger
as he settled down to a steady rhythmic pace. We were in heaven as our
deep-seated adoration for each other was demonstrated in the only physical
way we knew. No matter how much two people love each other, and show it in
a myriad little ways, there is nothing to compare with the actual physical
act of love-making once in a while. Or even twice!

I was conscious of Garry exploring and experimenting, trying to derive as
much rapture as he possibly could, and in so doing managed to hit my
prostate time and time again, on each and every occasion forcing me to moan
loudly. He yelped with sheer joy when he discovered that he could excite
himself to an incredible height if he withdrew just enough to stimulate the
underneath of his cockhead against my tight ring before sliding back.

Neither of us could take much of this, it was way too much. With screams
loud enough to waken the dead we climaxed simultaneously, huge quantities
of boiling sperm erupting from our pricks in a never-ending stream. The
pain from my cock was awesome, causing me to grimace, but once I started to
lose my erection, the ache diminished. Garry had collapsed on my back, a
shivering, trembling wreck of a boy, sobbing with the shocking, intense
release of his nervous energy. I could feel his warm tears wetting my
shoulders as he struggled to pull himself together.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he kept repeating over and over again.

Turning over, I held him close to me and offered what little comfort I
could. Despite all his attempts to appear as grown-up as possible, I'd
almost forgotten he was still very much a little boy underneath and the
experience of such intense emotion as he'd just had was way too much for
him. A million thoughts raced through my brain as I petted and stroked
him. Had we gone too far? Would he ever forgive me? And most worryingly of
all, will he ever trust me again? In oh so many ways, he'd matured
enormously over the past few weeks, behaving and acting as a perfect little
man. What we had been doing must have been like a game in some ways, but
tonight reality had probably hit home with a vengeance - pay back time.

I picked his head up and looked at him, red-eyed and damp.

"That was fucking ace!" he said. "Bloody Hell!" And this from a young man
who very rarely swore!

Overjoyed with relief, I squeezed him more tightly than I should have,
driving what little breath he had left out of him. "You fucking frightened
me to death, you little rat-bag!"

"Sorry," he grinned, "but I couldn't help it. Did I hurt you? You yelled
like I did."

"No, not at all. It was you made me do it, it was so perfect." The
explanations made and understood, we cuddled up and rested, eventually
falling into a deep contented sleep.

We were woken up by the sun rising over the distant hills and warming us.
Garry, who apparently had been awake some time without moving greeted me
with a kiss.

"Morning grandad," he quipped." `Bout time you woke up."

"Piss off!" I replied, "and talking of which, I think we both should." I
was looking at two morning boners which obviously needed taking care
of. Shambling down to the riverbank, we emptied our bladders and sighed
contentedly. Both cocks deflated to their normal size - more or less, and I
walked back to the tent before anything else happened, which, knowing
Garry, was highly likely.

We had a lazy breakfast, dressed for once. The tent was emptied and folded
away, the rubbish cleaned up and dumped in the back of the car, and lastly
the tent was thrown in to join it. For the last time this holiday we lay on
the grass looking at the water flowing by.

"Had a good time?" I enquired.

"Yeah. It's been terrific. Thanks very much." he said without looking at
me. "Can we do it again sometime?"

"Of course. It's been fantastic. I've really enjoyed it." I said.

A comfortable silence fell as we each remembered our favourite bits.

We were still in a reasonably good mood as Garry drove the car up the hill
out of the field and down the lane. I took over when we came to the main
road and headed towards home.  It would be early evening before we reached
Oxford and the end of a perfect holiday. Garry adopted his normal position
when I was driving: head in my lap, one hand down his shorts and a thumb in
his mouth. I glanced down at him, lovingly. Such a handsome boy, such an
angel. Such a randy little ........ Well, you know. I gently pulled his
thumb from his mouth and replaced it with my finger. A little thing, but it
comforted us both immensely.

We stopped twice on the way. Once to eat and use the bathroom, and once
more, at Garry's instigation, on the airfield where it all started.

"Did you really mean it when you said I could come and live with you?" he
asked nervously.

"Absolutely," I confirmed. "But remember there are lots of things to sort
out first."

He leaned over and kissed me, placing his hand on my cock as he did so.

"Thanks," he said seriously. "I'd really like that."

"Good. But ... ," I grinned, "Don't for God's sake mention it to anyone
just yet. And don't even think of having a bust-up with your dad and
walking out. I know you and how you think, and that wouldn't work."

"What do you think I am? Stupid?" he smiled, "But you'd better not take too
long or I'll run away with another man!"

"You'd be lucky to find anyone who'd take you. You scream too much, and at
the wrong times!" He laughed at this and punched me on the arm, hard. I was
about to add `and you wet the bed' as a joke, but suddenly realised he
hadn't done it once all the time we'd been away.  The rubber sheet hadn't
even been unwrapped. I reminded him of this, and for a split second he
looked acutely embarrassed, but quickly recovering simply said, "I
know. And thank you."

"Tell you what," I continued, "I'll make a deal with you. We'll leave the
stupid thing tied up, and if it's still tied up when I see you next, I'll
buy you a present."  "Deal!" he grinned as he shook my hand.  Somehow, I
knew he'd never need it again.

We sat in the car, nestled together and chatting for ages, kissing
occasionally and fondling each other through loosened trousers and shorts
when we felt like it. There was no real sexual overtones: in fact we didn't
even want to jerk each other off. The simple delight in each other's
company was sufficient.  It was nice thinking that we could if we wanted
to, and even nicer knowing that there was no need to prove anything by
doing it.

All too soon it reached the time when we simply had to leave. With very
mixed feelings I drove the rest of the way to his house, and parked
outside.

I spent as little time as possible with his mother and father, and as soon
as I could made my excuses and made to leave. Just as I was about to go,
Garry asked me to come up to his room with him as he said he had a `thank
you' present to give me. Wondering what it was, I followed him up the
stairs. Once in the room, he kicked the door closed and leapt on me,
wrapping his legs round my waist and kissing me, deeply and
passionately. It was as much as I could manage not to undress him there and
then and have some fun, but luckily stopped myself!

"I love you," he whispered. "Promise you'll do what you can?"

"Promise. I'll tell you as soon as I know anything. And I love you too,
more than anything else."

We broke apart before we both started to cry, and as a parting shot he
thrust a hastily wrapped parcel in my hand, and said, "For you. It's very
special, so open it later.  Sorry about the paper though." I glanced at the
Holly and Father Christmas paper scrunched round the gift.

"You never change, do you?" I taunted with a grin.

Within a few minutes I was on my way, feeling very lonely and depressed.  I
unwrapped the parcel, curious to see what he'd given me that was so
important.

It was a dirty T-shirt and a pair of unwashed underpants of all things.
They were the ones he was wearing the day we left his house I remembered. I
turned them over laughing to myself at his glorious sense of humour when I
noticed some felt-tip writing on the pants. There were two badly drawn
hearts, enveloping what were obviously cum stains, marked `Yours' and
`Mine'.  A third, bigger heart on the back, just said, "I love you!"

I cried openly as I folded them carefully and wrapped them in the T-shirt.

Most certainly I would start job and house-hunting straight away. It was
his thirteenth birthday in three weeks time, and I knew exactly what sort
of present to give him

The End.

Look out for "Garry and John Make a Home" coming soon!