Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2009 09:48:39 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: GRANT'S COMEUPPANCE Part 12

GRANT'S COMEUPPANCE. Part  twelve.

GRANT'S STORY  continued.
This is a homosexual fantasy involving sex between men and boys. If it is
illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. Because it is a
fantasy the sex will be unprotected. In real life please practise safe
sex.
Mark stopped the car half  way up the drive and we kissed passionately for
several seconds before he drove  up to the front door. As he let me out he
told me that he'd pick me up from  school on Wednesday. I waved goodbye and
walked gingerly up to the front door;  my arsehole was a bit tender. Inside
Mom made me a hot drink and after telling  me that I'd just missed Dad she
asked me how the weekend had gone. In between  yawns, I'd gone so tired; I
told her that I'd had a great time. She told me that  if I was so tired I'd
better go to bed; I'd got school in the morning. I didn't  argue I was so
knackered. I decided to remove the buttplug and wash myself out;  if I
overslept I didn't want all that hassle in the morning. I climbed into bed  and
thought of Mark telling me that he'd fucked me in my sleep and made me cum;  it
made me giggle, then I dropped off.
For the next six weeks life  was pretty much a routine, school all week
where my grades were still improving;  and hanging out with Terry when I wasn't
at the Gym. Terry and I were getting on  really well, I thought of him as
my best friend; but I sensed that he wanted to  ask me something. Because
Terry always took the lead I decided not to probe but  to wait for him to ask
me. Mark, well usually Mark, picked me up after school on  Wednesdays,
Fridays and Sundays and took me to the Gym for sex, after I'd done  my homework of
course. If Mark wasn't available Jason picked me up to drive me  to the
Gym; and on the rare occasions that Mark couldn't make it there was  always
someone available for a sex session. Quite often it would be Jason, he  had a
lovely smooth brown body with silky skin, a thickish 6 ½ uncut cock and he
always fucked me slowly and sensually making it last a long time; I loved
that.  Thankfully Harry was totally engrossed with training  Duarte so he never
propositioned me.  I didn't really like having sex with Harry, his cock was
so big and thick and he  was really rough when he fucked you. It was
different in the films, I was always  high on George's pills, and I enjoyed being
fucked hard and often. We had a half  term holiday coming up soon and Mark
arranged with my parents for me to go on  another "Adventure Weekend".
The film was about a white  boy (me of course) who gets lost in a North
African Arab souk. Denzel and Kemal  (another Turk who was almost as
dark-skinned as Denzel; about 30 he was a bit  bigger built than Denzel and his cut
cock, with a torpedo shaped knob, was as  long as Denzel's but slightly
thicker and very veiny. His body was shaved and he  had a big pair of balls in a
loose black ballbag) played a couple of Arabs who  kidnapped me and dragged
me to a room for sex. They roughly and literally ripped  off my clothes,
white shorts, tight white T-shirt and tight white Jockeys threw  me onto a bed,
and slipped out of their djellabahs, they were totally naked  underneath. As
one fucked me I had to suck the other's cock, and they kept  swapping over.
They both came twice, shooting their loads over my body after  they'd
fucked me or I'd sucked on their huge black cocks. I came three times.
Then Mark and Steve, dressed  as Gendarmes, arrived to rescue me. After
handcuffing Denzel and Kemal to chairs  they stripped and fucked me too, as
with Denzel and Kemal while one fucked me  and I sucked the other one's cock.
Mark and Steve came twice too and I shot  another three loads. Denzel and
Kemal had hands free ejaculations; well, off  camera George kept tossing their
cocks until they were ready to shoot. At the  end of filming my young body
was covered in spunk and Denzel's and Kemal's spunk  had plastered their
chests and bellies with thick mancum. That was filmed on the  Saturday and on
Sunday we filmed an orgy set in a prison involving all four guys  and me. I
got fucked twice by all four guys as I sucked on their cocks to clean  them
and keep them hard. I shot another five loads of boycum; obviously we'd all
taken George's pills I'd begged for and got 2 to take. I slept at Mark's
until  lunchtime and after lunch Mark fucked me twice before he drove me home
late on  Monday afternoon; I was totally exhausted but totally sexually
satisfied.
After that week-end my  feelings towards Mark slowly began to change.
Although I'd always love Mark,  he'd always be my first love; I just didn't want
to be exclusively his. So a few  weeks later we had a long talk and decided
to finish our relationship. I still  loved him, but more like a brother.
Jason now picked me up every day I went to  the Gym and usually ran me home.
After doing my homework I had sex with whoever  was available, even Mark
sometimes and Jason or Mark would run me home. I didn't  have feelings like I'd
had for Mark for anyone else, but I had a contented sex  life. About a
month before my 15th Birthday I made another film for  Mark and Steve, but
physically I was changing. Recently I'd experienced a sudden  growth spurt; by
now I'd grown 8 inches and my cock had thickened considerably  and was now at
least 5 ½ inches long. Even my man-sized balls were slightly  bigger and I
shot even more boycum than before and it was getting thicker all  the time.
My young body had bulked out nicely and my musculature had developed  thanks
to the Gym workouts. I hadn't got a six-pack as such, just a faint  outline
of one, but my stomach was hard and flat, and my body looked well toned.
Everyone agreed that my arse was still the most beautiful, most fuckable arse
that they'd ever seen and my buttocks were firmer and more  solid.
Two weeks before we were due  to shoot the film Steve told me to let my
pubes and hair grow. On the first day  of filming after I'd been cleaned out
and had showered George dyed my hair and  pubes jet-black with
wash-in-wash-out hair dye. Then he shaved and trimmed my  pubes into a neat rectangle above
the base of my cock. To disguise me further my  hair was pulled back into a
ponytail and I wore a soft, white leather domino  face mask. The plot was
simple: Day one, DVD #1 there was a party in a cellar. I  was there along
with 8 other young guys, Tim, the Indy boys and three other guys  in their
early twenties who'd made films for Steve and Mark before. I'd got to  know
them from the Gym; one was Indian, one half-caste and the last one was
Chinese. We were all dancing, everyone wore domino face masks which we kept on,
and the other boys' masks were made of soft black leather.
The set was a cellar disco,  and as we danced we snogged and slowly
stripped each other off until we were all  naked with hard straining cocks; then I
was picked up and tied into a sling. I  was fucked by all eight guys and
there was always a hot cock in my mouth too. To  keep their cocks primed some
of the guys coupled up while waiting their turns;  everyone came at least
three times and shot their loads onto my body. I came  seven times and by the
end of filming my body was awash with spunk, which Tim  and Stevie B greedily
licked up. We'd all taken 2 of George's special pills and  as George
helped me to the Infirmary to get cleaned up I heard Steve tell the  others to
pair up so that they could film some duets.
Day two DVD #2 my hair and  pubes were dyed black again. The set was a
prison and I was brought in by Mark,  Steve and Carl dressed as prison guards.
They threw me into a cell where Hasad  and Babar were then left. Within
minutes Hasad and Babar had ripped my prison  clothes off and I was soon on a
bed, which they'd dragged to the middle of the  cell, on my hands and knees
deep-throating Hasad while Babar banged away at my  arsehole. When they'd shot
their loads all over my body they swapped over; my  load had drenched the
black rubber sheet covering the bed. While Hasad fucked my  arsehole with his
thick cock he wanked my cock and my second load of cum was  soon splattering
onto the rubber bed sheet. As Hasad and Babar were covering my  back and
face with their second loads of spunk and my third load was shooting  onto the
rubber sheet the guards came back.
The guards bungled Hasad and  Babar into the next cell and they stripped
off. I was turned onto my back (lying  in my own sticky cum) and one held my
legs up and back while I sucked his cock  and balls and the second fucked my
arsehole while the third sucked my cock and  played with my balls and
nipples. They alternated of course and eventually  they'd all shot 3 loads of
thick spunk onto my body and I'd shot 3 more loads of  boycum to mingle with
theirs' on my well used body. The next day I shaved my  pubes off again, I
liked how the bare skin enhanced the size of my cock. I also  had my hair cut
short at the barbers, #4 high.
A week after filming the  DVDs my life totally changed again. It was Terry'
s 15 Birthday, he was three  weeks older than me, and his parents were
taking him out shopping. Then they  were going to have a pub lunch before
spending the afternoon at the  West  Midlands Safari  Park. I was due to go with
them and had cancelled  going to the Gym to spend time with Terry on his
Birthday weekend. But two days  before, a Friday, my Mom went down with the flu.
Dad was up North and couldn't  get back until late on the Sunday in question
so I had to care for her; she  couldn't even get out of bed except to use
the bathroom. Terry and his parents  never made it to the Safari Park; they
were in a head-on collision with a lorry.  The top was down on the car and
Terry, in the back seat, was thrown clear of the  wreckage and only suffered
cuts and bruises and a mild concussion, but his  parents were killed
outright. Apparently the lorry driver had suffered a fatal  heart attack at the
wheel.
Dad had just got home when  the police called round to inform us of the
accident. They'd used Terry's keys  to get into the house and amongst Terry's
Dad's papers they'd found out the name  of the family solicitor and a note
saying that my Mom and Dad were to be  notified in case of emergency. I
broke down in tears; and after seeing that Mom  was OK Dad ran me to the
hospital. I was allowed to see Terry but he was sedated  and asleep; he had
superficial cuts to his face and arms and red marks that were  turning to bruises.
I held his hand for 10 minutes or so quietly sobbing until  the nurse told
me that it was time for me to leave. Through it all my Dad was  brilliant; he'
d seen the hospital on-duty social worker and registered himself  and Mom
as temporary guardians. Then on Monday morning after phoning school and
arranging for me to have Monday and Tuesday off Dad had got in touch with  Terry'
s parents' solicitor, we used the same one, and tried to sort out what
would happen to Terry. Terry's only relations, distant cousins, lived in
Australia and  after Dad and the solicitor contacted them it was agreed that if
Terry was in  agreement Mom and Dad would adopt him so that he'd be able to
stay on at the  same school and take his upcoming exams.
I phoned Mark but his mobile  was switched off so I phoned the flat. Tim
answered and called Steve to the  phone; Steve informed me that Mark had gone
away for a dirty weekend in  Holland. Steve was really  sympathetic as I
sobbed out what had happened to Terry and after comforting me  as best he could
we agreed that I'd give the Gym a miss for a couple of weeks  and then we'
d decide what was going to happen once things had settled down. Late  Monday
afternoon Mom, Dad and I had a serious conversation and we agreed that
Terry would share my bedroom until we could have the loft converted into a room
 of his own. My bedroom was so large and had loads of storage room that it
would  easily accommodate both of us. I suggested that Terry had my double
bed and I'd  have a new single bed, I knew from being in his bedroom that
Terry slept in a  double bed.
Afterwards Dad ran me to the  hospital again while Mom, who was almost
better, went on the PC to order the bed  and stuff. Terry was awake when I got
there and we tearfully hugged each other,  Terry clinging on to me very
tightly. He'd been told about his parents and he  started sobbing every now and
again as I tried to cheer him up. Dad had been  talking to the social worker
and came and joined us. Dad explained about his  family in  Australia and
about the adoption. Then he asked Terry if he'd like to become a member of
our  family, trying to lighten the atmosphere by saying that was if he could
stand me  as a brother. That got a weak grin off Terry and he started crying
again as he  said yes. Dad went out to phone the solicitor to put things in
motion and Terry  and I hugged again.
On Tuesday I used the spare  keys we'd got to Terry's house (when Terry
and I became good friends our parents  had swapped spare keys) and I moved his
clothes and some of his other stuff, his  music collection, his school
books and things, into my bedroom; the rest I put  in the attic, including their
family photo albums. After thinking long and hard  about it I also put a
recent photo of Terry and his parents that had been in  their living room on
his bedside cabinet. Around lunchtime the new bed came and  when the delivery
men had put it in my bedroom I rearranged the furniture as  best I could
while Mom, who was almost 100% better, made up both beds. Dad got  home about
tea-time; he'd been at the solicitor's nearly all day helping the
solicitor with paperwork and stuff. As we ate our tea Dad told us that the  adoption
seemed to be going well. After tea the three of us drove to the  hospital
to see Terry. Physically he seemed a lot better although he now had a  couple
of black eyes; and he was being allowed home (to his new home) on  Thursday
afternoon. I was told that I'd have to go back to school from  Wednesday. I
sulked a bit but Dad reminded me that I'd need to keep Terry up to  date,
which cheered me up a little. Mom added that being on his own on Friday
would give Terry time to get used to his new environment. Mom would be in the
house of course if Terry wanted her company, but she'd give him breathing
space  if he needed it.
Wednesday and Thursday at  school went by as if I was dreaming; all I could
think about was Terry and I  prayed that he'd get better quickly.
Thankfully, after telling them about what  had happened, the teachers had cautioned
the other boys not to pester me with  questions about Terry. Of course my
parents and I visited Terry on Wednesday  evening and once again he was really
pleased to see us, but we had to cut the  visit short because he could
hardly stay awake from the medication. On Thursday  I rushed home from school,
Mom told me that Terry was in our room so I raced up  the stairs. Terry was
working on the PC; I'd logged him onto mine because it had  much more memory
than his laptop. Of course I'd password protected my part of  the PC so that
he couldn't access Steve and Mark's gay porn site. As I burst  into the
room Terry stood up and with some embarrassment on both sides we  embraced and
hugged. We were both a little embarrassed, but neither of us broke  the hug
for several minutes; and every time Terry squeezed me I squeezed him  back.
Terry's scars were healing well and the bruises were starting to fade.
Eventually I broke away; I was still a bit embarrassed and I was surprised to
feel my cock begin to stiffen. I hung up my blazer while trying to hide my
confusion, and babbled.
"Er, have you got enough  room for your clothes and stuff Terry? And don't
forget the rest of your stuff  is in the attic; you can bring down anything
else you need to have in here,  there's a still lot of room. And I'm so
happy that you're going to be my new  brother!"
"Yeah there's loads of spare  wardrobe and cupboard space Grant; this is a
really large room, its great! I  love the en-suite bathroom. Anything I
need from the attic I can bring down when  I want it; and I really appreciate
you putting my family photo on display Grant,  thanks."
"I'm glad you like having  the photo, I wasn't sure about bringing it, in
case it upset you. Er, you don't  mind sharing with me then? It's only
until we've had a room built in the attic  for you."
I'm sure Terry blushed  faintly as he replied.
"No, it's cool to share when  there's all this space, especially with my
best friend. I'm not really bothered  about moving to the attic; if it's
O.K. with you I'd prefer to share with you.  Oh, and thanks for letting me have
the double bed; with my size I prefer a  double."
"I'd prefer it if we shared  too, we'll talk to Mom and Dad later."
I was so happy to hear Terry  actually say that I was his best friend, he'd
never said it to me before, and I  was extra happy that he wasn't bothered
about moving to the attic. Then Mom  saved me from any further embarrassment
by calling us down for tea. Dad had just  got home from the solicitors so
we all sat down together. The atmosphere was a  little awkward at first but
Mom and Dad tried really hard and we all slowly  relaxed. Dad told us that
the adoption was going full steam ahead, so he'd be  going back to work Friday
afternoon; adding that hopefully he'd come back early  next week to sign
the papers after they'd been faxed back from Australia with  Terry's
relatives signatures. After the meal Terry insisted on doing the  washing-up, so I
dried; as we worked we kept smiling shyly at each other.
We joined my parents in the  lounge and had a long discussion. Terry agreed
to Dad having Power of Attorney  over Terry's money until he was 18. It was
also agreed that Terry needed another  week at least off school and I said I
'd try to keep him up to speed with his  schoolwork. Terry mentioned that
he was happy to share with me and that we  needn't bother with converting the
attic. Mom went to say something but Dad  stopped her and said if I was
happy about sharing they wouldn't bother with the  conversion. I told them that
I was more than happy to share with Terry, so that  was agreed too. Then we
said goodnight to my parents and Terry and I went up to  our room so that I
could do my homework. Terry joined me at my desk and we went  through my
homework together; it took a lot longer than usual because I had to  lead
Terry through it. When it was done Terry stretched and  yawned.
"I'm so tired Grant, I think  it's the medication; thankfully I've only
got another day on it. I'll use the  bathroom and go to bed."
I looked at the clock it was  almost 10:00  p.m.
"I won't be long after you,  school tomorrow."
Terry stood up and stretched  again as he walked over to the wardrobe; he
turned his back to me and pulled off  his T-shirt. I could see several
scratches and bruises but none of them looked  serious. Terry looked over his
broad shoulders at me, paused, and then he  shrugged.
"Er, I, um usually sleep in  the nude, is that O.K Grant?"
My mouth went dry and I sort  of squeaked my reply.
"Er yes Terry, I sleep in  the nude too."
Terry smiled gently at me  then he turned back and pulled down his gym
shorts and stepped out of them  revealing his long muscular hairy legs. He
stretched again and I saw that he had  very hairy armpits; then he walked naked
into the bathroom. Terry had grown a  bit too in the last few months and was
now over 6ft. I watched his muscles  ripple and his taut, dimpled buttocks
jiggle as he walked to the bathroom. I  couldn't help myself, I sprang a full
boner. Terry had a really sexy back and  quite a hairy arse-crack, which
for some reason I found sexy, I didn't normally  get turned on by hairy arses.
While Terry was in the bathroom I took  off the rest of my school uniform
and hung it up. I tidied up my desk and turned  out the main light after
putting the bedside lamps on; finally I opened the  curtains and then I sat
waiting for Terry to finish in the bathroom. My erection  wouldn't go away; I
kept wondering what Terry's cock looked like, soft and hard.  Obviously I'd
caught glimpses of his equipment before but I'd never really seen  it close
up and in detail. But I knew he had a really big bulge, and his feet  and
hands were large. I'd had so much sex in the last year, and so many men and
lads had seen me naked and hard that I didn't get at all embarrassed. Quite
the  contrary, I was very proud of my lithe young body and hard little cock
and I  loved to parade around showing them off. But I found the thought of
being naked  and hard in front of Terry quite embarrassing.
The bathroom door opened and  Terry walked out. Blushing faintly I looked
him up and down. He had no chest  hair but had a thick curly trail from his
navel down to his abundant long curly  black pubes. His big balls, bigger
than mine, were housed in a tight hairy  ballbag and his thick, soft cock was
longer than mine was hard. His foreskin was  long and loose totally covering
his knob and puckering beyond the end of it, and  his dark cockshaft had
several prominent veins running up and around it. My cock  jerked and I
suddenly realised that I wanted to have sex with Terry, he was my  best friend and
he was so sexy. Terry flashed me a silly grin as he walked over  to his bed,
his big cock gently swinging between his hairy legs slapping against  his
muscular thighs.
"All yours  Grant."
"Er thanks  Terry."
I got up and tried to  conceal my erection as I walked into the bathroom. I
completed my ablutions and  decided not to wank-off even though I was so
worked up; Terry might wonder why I  was taking so long. When I walked back
into the bedroom Terry's lamp was off and  he was lying on his side facing my
bed. Because it was a warm night he only had  a sheet on his bed like me; it
was pushed down below his muscled pecs and dark  brown nipples exposing his
beautiful upper torso. There were several scratches  and bruises which
seemed to be healing. Terry was snoring gently so I guessed  that he was asleep.
I got into bed, turned off my lamp and lay on my side facing  him; his bed
was bathed in moonlight and I admired his hunky body. I couldn't  drop off
to sleep; my mind was so active; so much had gone on in the last few  days.
And I thought it was wrong of me to desire Terry sexually in his moment of
grief, but I couldn't deny that I had a raging hard-on and that my foreskin
had  lodged behind my corona and I was leaking precum. Trying not to play
with myself  I tossed and turned for a while until I heard the sound of Terry
gently sobbing.  I looked across and saw that he'd turned onto his other side
away from me  pulling the sheet up around him. I could see his shoulders
heaving;  instinctively I got out of bed and went over to Terry's  bed.
"Are you O.K Terry?" I  whispered.
Terry turned his head and I  could see the tears glistening in his eyes.
"I miss them so much Grant,  I didn't realise how much I loved them and
how much they loved me. I don't know  what I'd have done without you and your
parents; you've all been so good, so  kind to me."
Terry was sobbing quietly as  he spoke in a half whisper. Without thinking
of the consequences I lifted the  bed sheet and got in beside him. I put my
arms around his strong body and hugged  him. I was very conscious of the
fact that my hard cock was poking into the  small of Terry's back but I hoped
that he'd ignore it. Terry's body had  stiffened at my first contact; then he
'd sighed, relaxed and turned back to face  me and we hugged each other as
Terry cried softly into my shoulder dampening it  with his tears. His thick
cock was lying against my thigh and I felt it start to  stiffen. I didn't
know what to do so I just kept hugging him while stroking his  broad muscled
back and making soothing sounds.
Slowly his sobbing eased and  Terry hugged me tighter to his body; my rigid
cock was now poking his hard  belly. Terry's cock was still stiffening,
almost hard, so I moved my thigh and  it sprang up; and as I pushed my thigh
back against it I felt it throb to full  hardness. Not sure what to do I broke
our embrace and started to gently kiss my  way down Terry's manly body
while looking up at his face. Terry turned onto his  back, he'd stopped sobbing,
his eyes were closed, and I was sure that he was  holding his breath. I
kissed both of his large brown nipples then continued down  his body pushing
the sheet before me exposing more of his hard muscular body to  the moonlight.
I lovingly kissed every scratch and bruise too. Terry was quietly  moaning
and his head was going from side to side. After swirling my tongue in  Terry'
s navel I kissed down his flat hard belly and paused when I reached the
base of his cock which lay semi-hard across his thigh. I took a deep breath
and  reached for Terry's cock, when I grasped hold it stiffened immediately.
As I'd  taken his cock in my hand Terry had sighed loudly. I turned and
looked at  Terry's rigid, throbbing cock; it was easily thicker than Steve's and
just over  8 inches long. I eased the long loose foreskin all the way back
exposing a  purple, torpedo-shaped knob which was slightly thinner around
than his veiny  cock-shaft, there was a pearl of precum on his cock-slit
glistening in the  moonlight.
I looked up, Terry's open  eyes glittered at me and he nodded his head in
encouragement. I turned back and  wiped my tongue across his knob gathering
up Terry's precum. There was a sharp  intake of breath; and when I took Terry'
s knob into my mouth and started to lick  and suck it Terry gasped. With my
other hand I fondled his big balls. Neither of  us had said a word; all I
could hear was my sucking and Terry's soft moaning. I  guessed that Terry was
sexually pent up so I was ready when after a few minutes  of concentrated
licking and sucking Terry's balls started to lift and he  hissed.
"Take it out Grant, take my  cock out of your mouth; I'm gonna cum!"
No way was I going to miss  eating Terry's spunk, so I just sucked harder
causing Terry to moan louder and  louder. Seconds later Terry's back arched,
he grabbed my ears and he started to  fire rope after rope of surprisingly
thick cum into my mouth, probably more  spunk than in one of Harry's loads.
Because of all my sexual experiences I  managed to swallow all of it, just!
When his orgasm was finally over Terry's  cock stayed hard; mine was so hard
I thought it would break. I lifted off his  cock and smiled tentatively up
at him. Terry smiled back and pulled me up until  we were face to face.
"That felt wonderful Grant,  and I don't know why but I was so pleased
when you swallowed all my spunk. I  know it was probably wrong of us to have
done it with what's happened to my  parents and everything, but I've wanted
you to suck me off and other stuff for  months; I just didn't know how to ask
you after warning you off when we first  met. Then when you finished with
Mark and we spent a bit more time together I  realised that I was in love
with you and I wanted to have proper sex with you.  Knowing that I'm with you
in whatever way will help me come to terms with what's  happened. Don't say
anything tonight let's just enjoy each other; we can talk  things over
tomorrow when you get home from school."
Then he kissed me, open  mouthed, tongues, everything; Terry was an
excellent kisser. I was totally  gobsmacked! I wanted Terry and he wanted me! I'd
always fancied him but he had  made it abundantly clear early on in out
relationship that he wasn't into gay  sex. We snogged for several minutes,
tenderly more than passionately, until  Terry broke the embrace and whispered in
my ear in a deep husky  voice.
"Would you suck me off again  Grant please, I'm still so terribly horny?
Cumming with you sucking my cock felt  better than any fuck I've ever had.
And you're a far better cock-sucker than my  ex, or any other girl, ever was.
But I don't think I'm ready to suck you off  yet, so will it be O.K. if I
just wank you off while you're sucking me off?  That's if you will suck me
off again?"
"Of course I'll suck you off  again Terry you've got a beautiful big juicy
cock. And yes it'll be O.K. if you  wank me off at the same time; I'm
desperate to cum. Oh, you know that I've  always fancied you don't you?"
Terry grinned and nodded his  head. I turned around and knelt on either
side of Terry's body; giving him easy  access to my precum dripping cock.
"Why have you shaved all  your pubic hair off Grant?"
"I think it makes me look  sexier and it makes my cock look bigger too. And
when you're having sex it means  there's no chance of getting pubic hair
in your mouth. I'll explain lots of sex  stuff to you tomorrow after school;
right now I want your thick juicy cock back  in my mouth and I want you to
wank me off!"
Dropping my chin onto his  hard belly I lifted Terry's stiff cock up a bit,
and then I pulled his loose  foreskin right back and held it there as I
took his throbbing cock into my  mouth. I was tempted to deep-throat Terry's
big thick 8 inch plus cock but I  decided that might freak him out a bit so
soon in his male sex education. So I  contented myself with sucking his cock
and licking and tonguing his knob while I  fondled his large balls;
deep-throating could come later. Meanwhile Terry took  hold of my rigid, twitching,
cock-shaft with one hand and started to fondle my  man-sized balls with the
other.
"You've got a lovely big  pair of balls for your age Grant, and your
shaved ballbag feels wonderful,  smooth, silky and sort of sticky. And I like the
feel of your rigid hot cock  throbbing in my hand." He whispered.
I couldn't answer Terry; my  mouth was full of his thick juicy cock. Terry
began to wank my cock gently as if  he was afraid it would break. He'd only
done about 6 strokes when my balls  contracted, my body stiffened and I
gasped around Terry's cock as thin ropes of  boycum started to blast from my
cock-slit splattering down onto Terry's chest  and belly. Terry kept wanking my
cock until I stopped cumming then he let it go.  My cock was still stiff; I
was so turned on by finally having sex with Terry, so  I lifted off Terry's
cock long enough to whisper.
"Keep wanking my cock Terry,  I want to cum again, at the same time as you
if  possible."
"I was going to wank you off  again Grant; I was just giving you time to
recover, you shot your load so  fast."
I didn't reply; Terry's  juicy cock was back in my mouth again. Terry took
hold of my cock again, holding  it a little firmer this time, and started
to wank it a bit harder. But this time  instead of fondling my balls his
spare hand started to stroke and fondle my  hairless buttocks, and occasionally
he'd run his thick fingers up and down my  sweaty arse-crack.
"You've got a beautiful arse  Grant; it's so smooth round and firm, so
fuckable. Er, um, maybe once you've  explained how to do it you'll let me fuck
you sometime? I never ever thought I'd  ask another boy to let me fuck his
arsehole but I want to fuck yours so very  much."
I nodded my head  enthusiastically as I continued to work on Terry's juicy
8 inch cock while  fondling his balls. I didn't want to freak Terry out by
stroking his hairy  arse-crack or finger-fucking his arsehole. "Let" Terry
fuck my arsehole, I  thought to myself, of course I would; I couldn't wait to
have his fat, juicy, 8  inch plus cock pounding away at my arsehole as he
fucked me silly! Tomorrow  night maybe, there'd be no school on Saturday so
it didn't matter how long we  played with each other before we went to sleep;
neither of us had to get up  early. Terry's moaning was getting louder and
his balls were starting to retract  so I knew he was close to cumming again.
I wasn't quite there so I lifted off  his cock and hissed.
"Squeeze my cock tighter,  wank it harder, it won't break. I want to cum
when you do; I'll continue sucking  you off when I'm closer to cumming!"
"O.K. Grant, I just didn't  want to hurt you."
"No chance of that!" I  giggled.
I kept Terry's foreskin  pulled back but didn't wank his cock. As I
admired Terry's big cock I watched  the precum oozing from his cock-slit and I
couldn't resist lapping it up from  his knob, causing Terry to gasp. Then every
time Terry's wanking hand had my  foreskin pulled back I felt something
warm and wet run over my knob, it must  have been Terry's tongue; he was a fast
learner. Perhaps I'd tell him he  couldn't fuck my arsehole until he'd
sucked my cock and eaten my boycum I mused.  Terry swiped his tongue across my
knob a few more times and then I felt my  orgasm building so I eagerly took
Terry's juicy cock back into my mouth and  started sucking in earnest. Terry'
s moans increased and his balls started to  retract as his body stiffened
and as his second load of spunk began to shoot  into my eager mouth my second
load of boycum began to shoot onto Terry's  writhing body. Of course I ate
all of Terry's spunk relishing the taste. As we  came down from our sexual
high Terry turned me around and lay me on my side next  to him. He took my
head in his hands and we kissed tongues gently duelling in  our mouths and I
just knew he could taste his spunk. I decided to experiment; I  broke our
kiss and I scooped up some of my boycum with three fingers. I looked  deep into
Terry's eyes as I bought my boycum laden fingers towards his mouth; I
smiled broadly and whispered.
"Taste my boycum Terry,  please."
I saw a brief moment of  panic in his eyes Then Terry opened his mouth and
I pushed my fingers  inside.
"Suck my boycum  off!"
Terry immediately suckled on  my fingers until they were clean, then I
withdrew them.
"More?"
Terry nodded his head so I  scooped up more of my boycum and fed that to
him. When my fingers were clean I  removed them, then I rolled on top of Terry
and we Frenched as I writhed about  on his fit strong body rubbing my
boycum into both our bodies. After several  minutes we broke apart and we both
yawned. I told Terry to lie on his side and I  spooned back into him. I could
feel his hard cock pressing into the small of my  back and Terry put his
hand around my body and gently held my hard cock. Then he  nuzzled my neck and
whispered:
"I love  you."
"I love you too." I  whispered back.
Within minutes we were both  fast asleep.
End of part  twelve.
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