Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2017 09:13:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Lion-King Chapter 13 Lion-King by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with fresh young lads then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Don't leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 13 31 August 1989 was another date when Leo and I were really in the UK. We were on holiday in Scotland that year, in a little place called Ullapool in the north-west. It's a somewhere between a small town and a large village. It's the kind of idyllic place older adults love (especially if they don't have to spend the winter there) and all the kids - blind as kids are to the beauty of their surroundings - can't wait to get away from. Fergus was like that. Leo and I had hired a decent-sized camper van for two weeks, and had driven from Glasgow, stopping wherever it looked nice to do so. By the end of August we were as far north as we planned to get, and on 1 September we would start to head back to Glasgow again. The scenery had been stunning: neither of us had been to this part of Scotland before. Yesterday we had driven from Fort William to Inverness, and had looked for the Monster in Loch Ness. She - the Monster must be female, surely - chose not to show herself. Leo was disappointed, and said that the only monster he was going to see was the one he saw every day. "Ah," I said, "but that one's always very friendly." "True," he said, and gave me a kiss, "and I love him." My Monster is definitely not female. Anyway, today we drove to Ullapool, as I say. "I" was in the camper van along with Rex and Leo, but of course neither of them could see me. It will make things a lot easier if I can dispense with the "I" and I nonsense, so I'll just report what happened. You'll have to imagine invisible "me" watching it all. (What "I" saw was sufficiently exciting for "me" to have a nice leisurely wank or two at the spectacle being played out.) We got there in time for lunch at a nice little place. That was where we encountered Fergus. We were never quite sure what his role was: he wasn't an employee of the place, but seemed to be sufficiently well in with the proprietor to be allowed to 'help' with various duties. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Leo and I went in and sat down. A woman came and greeted us, leaving two menus. There were two other tables, one with a couple about our age, the other with a family. A boy appeared (we would discover that he was Fergus) with plates for the couple. The woman came to take our order. Fergus re-appeared with food for the family. I caught Leo's eye. Our mutual smiles suggested that Fergus was nice to look at. When he brought our food we would be able to see more closely. I should describe Fergus for you. He was about 15, I suppose, 5'6", nicely-built, flaming red hair, freckles, turned-up nose. He was wearing a kilt and a green jumper. A boy's boy. Would he possibly be a man's boy? I thought of Jack, remembering how he was attracted to his Jack because of his red hair. He brought our plates and set them before us with some ceremony. "You'll be needing the special things for the lobsters," he said, and went away to get them. He returned with claw-crackers and a couple of little picks. "Do you know what to do?" he asked. We knew perfectly well, of course, but neither of us had any wish to cut off conversation with Fergus. His accent was pure soft West Highland, and his smile as he told us how to crack the claws was melting. "Thank you," I said, "what's your name?" "They call me Fergus." "Well, thank you, Fergus." The lobsters were delicious. Would we find out whether Fergus was? By the time we'd cracked our way through the lobsters and found every last bit of meat we were the only people left. When Fergus took the plates away he left the pudding menu. "You'll be wanting something sweet now." Leo grinned after he'd gone. "Was that an invitation, do you think?" I wasn't sure - the boy was certainly sweet enough - but agreed that it might have been. We would remain alert. The woman returned to take our order. "I hope you don't mind being served by Fergus," she said, "but my daughter isn't well today, so I've asked the boy to help." "Is he your son?" asked Leo. "No, no, he's just a local boy who likes to earn a few pounds. He wants to learn to be a chef, or so he says, but last year he wanted to be a fisherman. My brother took him out and he hated it, so now it's a chef. Next year it'll likely be a space-man he wants to be." We assured her that the service provided by the former fisherman was entirely satisfactory, and she was pleased. "He's bored stiff, of course, but all the kids are. I was the same at his age. There's nothing to do." We expressed agreement that the young were unfathomable; living in such a beautiful place seemed to mean nothing to them. "He wants to go to Glasgow, of all places," she said, "there's no understanding the boy." She collected herself. "But he's a good boy, and he'll make a good chef if he stays with it," and off she went to the kitchen. Fergus duly returned with the pudding. He seemed in no hurry to leave, so we started chatting to him about being a chef - surely a topic which would engage his interest. One thing led to another and when he returned with our coffee he drew up a chair and sat with us. The woman came to clear up and was surprised to see the three of us in conversation. She was very apologetic and was going to shoo him away (with harsh words to be delivered out of our hearing) but Leo stopped her. "We were telling Fergus about cooking and what it's like being a chef," he explained. Neither Leo nor I had any training, but we're both pretty good cooks and we knew enough about it to tell Fergus a story which was pretty accurate. Needless to say, Fergus was captivated. "Well, whatever that may be," she said, "I can't have Fergus out here when he has work to do in the kitchen," and she went away. "You'd better go," I said regretfully. The boy clearly wanted to hear more. "Why not come and see us when they unchain you?" said Leo. The boy grinned. "I get off at 5," he said, "they don't want me after that. Where are you staying?" Leo told him that we had a camper van parked at the end of the village. The boy's eyes lit up (why? was a camper van a more exciting place to meet us than a B&B? if so, then things might just be looking up. Still, there had been no hint of mischief about Fergus so far). "I'll find you then, and we can talk some more," and away he went with a swirl of his kilt. Leo and I strolled back to the van debating whether Fergus was interested. He was certainly interesting, we agreed, but he hadn't dropped any hint. "Let's just see what happens," said wise old Leo, "we'll be the fishermen this time." Shortly after 5 there was a knock on the van door, and we found Fergus out of breath on the step. He had run - which must surely be a good sign that he was keen to see us again. We got him in and sat him down facing us. We were sitting side by side on one of the bunks. We offered him a drink by Leo's using a formula he's used many times with boys of Fergus's age. "Squash, milk, whisky, gin, beer or wine, Fergus?" That can be presented as a joke, and allows the boy, if he's feeling daring, to opt for one of the less-appropriate things being offered. If the boy says 'milk' then you're unlikely to get very far in the direction Leo and I are hoping for. If the boy says beer (or better) then at least there's a possibility that our hoped-for direction might also be the boy's. "Whisky, please," said Fergus. Now that was a surprise. Most 15-year-olds opt for beer - a few like to try wine - but spirits are rarely chosen. Luckily we have a decent malt on board and Leo poured a glass for himself and another for Fergus. "What would you like with that?" asked Leo. Fergus was scornful. "There's only one thing that's right," he said, "and that's the same amount of water." Leo's eyebrows shot up. "This boy knows a great deal, Rex," he said, "he's a man of the world." Fergus got his whisky the way he wanted it; Leo decided that it would be prudent to have his the same way; and I got the glass of wine I always have. "Well now, Fergus," I said, "why are you really here?" Fergus spluttered in his whisky and a gorgeous blush crept up from his neck. Leo chuckled. "I think that reaction tells us a great deal, Rex. My guess is that Fergus is a very bright boy with a very big problem. He's bright enough to see two men lunching together and two men sharing a camper van with only one bed made up and to put two and two together." I allowed myself a grin at how Leo was doing this. I noticed that Fergus was paying close attention, his whisky untouched. Leo went on, "That's the bright bit. Fergus has worked out that we are a couple of gay guys. Fergus, you're right: we are, and we've lived together for 17 years. The very big problem is that Fergus has only been able to work this out because Fergus is gay as well, and hasn't a clue how to deal with it. Am I right, Fergus?" Fergus, to his credit, didn't burst into tears, or fly from our corrupting presence. As Leo had said, Fergus was bright. He sipped his whisky before replying. "Yes, I'm gay. No-one knows, so how did you know?" I explained how gaydar works (not the crap web-site, the way we can sense other gay guys) and he seemed happy that his awful secret wasn't going to be divulged. He was the only gay person he knew - apart from us, that is - and he was pretty sure that he would be crucified by Ullapool society if he was outed. "Is that why you want to go to Glasgow?" It was. Not an ideal choice, but from his point of view a reasonable one. I asked him if he was willing to say, out loud, 'I am gay'. He was, and he did. "Good," I said, "that means you've crossed the hardest hurdle of all - admitting it to yourself. Who's next?" He wasn't sure. "Fine," I said, "there's no hurry. In a small place like this no-one's likely to find out if there's no other gay guys around." Leo asked him what made him think he was gay. Fergus confessed to having a great interest in boys' cocks in the school changing room. I didn't think that necessarily made him gay: it merely made him curious. Plenty of teenaged boys who liked looking at cocks turned into happily married men - well, married men anyway. Leo asked him the same question again. Fergus thought a bit and said. "OK. Cocks are interesting, and I suppose looking at them may be a stage in growing up. My secret is that I want to play with other cocks, to suck them, to have boys play with mine and things like that." He was blushing again, poor boy. "Look Fergus," I said, "there's nothing wrong with feeling like that. If you really are gay you'll find a way to have sex with other boys. Are there no other gay boys in Ullapool?" He shook his head - tears were near. He mumbled something I couldn't hear. "Speak up, Fergus, no-one can hear you," said Leo, "we're all the same in here." Fergus said it a bit louder. "It's not boys I want to have sex with, it's men who know what to do and can show me. Boys don't know what to do." I thought of Jack again, but then, to be fair to Fergus, Jack had really been 70, not 14. This was rather a poser. Here we were in the camper van. Two men of 56 and 60, both very much into sex with boys his age; and a 15-year-old unsure of his own sexuality desperate to have sex with 'men' rather than boys. What, if anything, should we do about it? Seduce, or counsel? Nobody said anything for a minute or two. His 'I want to have sex with men' was lying there, unanswered, unwithdrawn and - which was a good thing - unembarrassing to any of us. The invisible "I" knew what would happen next. I leant forward and took both his hands in mine. "Look, Fergus, you don't know anything about us except that we're a gay couple. Leo and I have been together for 17 years. We haven't fucked any man apart from each other since the day we met. We are both keen on fucking boys - not just fucking, but you know what I mean." Fergus nodded. "Good. We can tell you, and show you, a great deal about being gay, and what gay guys do, but only if you want us to. We won't pounce on you and rape you -" (he grinned) "- but you've got to be willing to stay here, knowing what I've just told you. Understand?" He nodded. "Can I show you something?" he said. I nodded. He let go of my hands and lifted up his kilt. There, in all its 15-year-old glory, was a marvellous erect cock, its tip glistening with precum. "I reckon that's a 'yes'," said Leo, smiling. We settled on a few ground rules then. Fergus lived with his mum and dad but they were relaxed about his comings and goings. After his stint at the restaurant he was accustomed to wandering off on his own, and as long as he was back home by 9, when it began to get dark, it was fine. It was now about 5.30. We had three hours to open his eyes. Other openings were available. We showed him the shower, so that he could be relaxed about returning home not reeking of sex. Would wet hair be a problem? No, because he sometimes swam. No trunks? He grinned. "No, but who's going to see in a place this remote?" We asked him what he wanted to learn. He had no idea. We decided we'd just take each moment as it came. Luckily we'd drawn the blinds to keep the sun out before going out to lunch, so there was no possibility of anyone being able to see in. I bolted the door just to be on the safe side. "Ready, Fergus? This is where you go if you're not 100% happy," said Leo. Fergus grinned, lifting his kilt again. "Even if I wanted to go, he wouldn't let me." "Let's lose the kilt," I said, unzipping my trousers. Two minutes later the three of us were naked and Fergus was, like so many before him (and after) awe-struck by the tattoo. "Is that what we do?" he asked. "If you want," I said, "there aren't any rules." "Hold on," said Leo, "there are rules. No-one does anything to someone who doesn't want whatever it is done to them. Pain is out unless it's brief. OK?" Fergus nodded, but I could tell he wasn't completely happy about the pain bit. "Look, Fergus," I said, "my cock is longer than most men's, and Leo's is thicker. If we fuck you, your arse isn't used to anything that big. So it's bound to hurt a bit the first few times. But I promise you it won't always hurt, and the pain, while being quite strong at first, doesn't last. But that's if we fuck you. There are many other nice things to do apart from fucking." Fergus said that he wanted to experience everything - a healthy response from a curious boy of 15. "I don't know what I want," he said, "can't you just do things gently and we'll see?" I took him by the cock and led him to one of the bunks. Even being led by the cock gave him a thrill - perhaps no-one had ever touched him there before. It was a nice cock: Jack would have loved the ginger pubes. I decided to dedicate the next few hours to Jack's memory. His foreskin was generous; his balls sufficiently well-developed to produce lots of spunk; his arse nice and cuddly. He'd be a great fuck if he let us. I'm the suck expert, so I got to work on him very very slowly. I explained that we could rush to an orgasm, and that he could come in well under a minute, or we could take it nice and slowly, building up to a more satisfying cum in 10 or 15 minutes (I didn't think it right to keep him on hooks for much longer). He thought about it while my tongue was teasing his belly. "I can cum three or four times, I think," he said, "so maybe the first one could be quick?" His cock was in my mouth before you could spit, and my fingers were gently rolling his balls. It was in fact rather less than a minute before he warned me he was going to cum. Naturally I ignored him. "Stop! It'll go in your ... aaaaaaaaaaah!" Delicious! He subsided after a moment. I leant over and kissed his lips, to his great surprise. "Three lessons there, Fergus. Lesson 1 - it's meant to go in my mouth. It's nice to taste - every boy tastes different - and, as you'll maybe find out later, it's nice to share. Lesson 2 - it's nice to kiss a boy after he cums, just to say thank you. Did you like it?" He nodded, a big grin still fixed to his post-orgasmic face. "What's Lesson 3, Rex?" "This," I said, and gave him a proper kiss. My tongue licked his closed lips; they opened a little; my tongue touched the tip of his tongue, gingerly poking between his lips; his lips opened wider; his tongue and mine played together; he moaned with pleasure as I caressed his arse while out tongues got to know each other. He broke off. "Fuck!" he said quietly, "this is great. Are there more lessons?" Leo pointed out that Fergus hadn't actually done anything yet. "Time for action. Did you like what Rex did to your cock?" "Yes." "Well, you do the same to mine. It's not as fierce-looking as Rex's. Show him, Rex." Fergus knelt beside Leo. "Keep your lips over your teeth," I said, "and use your tongue to lick his cock like an ice lolly. You can suck too. The clever things is not to have a plan - just lick and suck all over it. Leo'll warn you if he's about to cum, and you can let him do it in your mouth, or let him do it on his belly. It's up to you: there's no right and wrong." "Won't he expect me to swallow?" "Leo won't. Other boys or men might, but it's your mouth, and you get to choose, Fergus," I said. I added, "Sometimes it's nice to feel the spunk squirting into your mouth, and sometimes it's exciting to see it jetting out onto a guy's belly. That's what nice about sex - there's so many different ways of enjoying it. That's Lesson 4, I suppose. Now get your lips onto Leo or he'll never forgive you." Actually he was pretty good at it for a beginner. I know Leo wanted to give a good account of himself - it would boost the boy's confidence - so I noticed he was giving himself a little stroke now and again. "Nearly there," he grunted. Fergus withdrew and was rewarded with a fine spray from Leo's cock. Several fine sprays actually. Leo's belly now had several lines of spunk radiating from his cock up towards his chest. Fergus couldn't take his eyes off the spectacle. "Christ!" he breathed, "I've never come anything like that." "You will," I assured him, "give it time. Now, Lesson 4, the practical part. You can lick it up if you like." Fergus didn't seem at all keen. "OK," I said, "I will. It's much nicer when it's still warm." Leo grinned. I bent and took most of Leo's strings of cum into my mouth until I was nudged aside by Fergus. "Fuck it," he said, "I ought to try. That's why I'm here." Good boy, I thought, and made way. I don't think he was completely sold on the idea, but maybe next time he'd let the lucky boy, man, whatever, come in his mouth. Much better that way. "Do you want to try mine?" I said. Fergus nodded. "I won't be able to get it all in though." "You're not meant to - that's A-level cocksucking: settle for the GCSE for the time being." He grinned. "Something to look forward to when I'm older." "Too right. Now just concentrate on the first three inches: they're the important bits where the nerves are. You can fondle my balls while you're at it, if you like." Fergus bent to his task, but I had other ideas. "Let me position you better," I said, and lifted him round to 69. "Heard of 69ing?" I asked. He had, but of course he'd never done it. "You're in for a treat then." I knew perfectly well that if he had my cock - or some of it anyway - in my mouth that it would have been impossible for me to get his cock in mine. The geometry was wrong. What I could do, and what I had fully intended to do when I reversed him over me, was to get access to his arse. Fergus was a quick learner. His mouth work on me was pretty good: no teeth and some nifty action with his tongue. I was coming along nicely. Meanwhile I had parted his arse cheeks and gazed on my target - a lovely pinky-brown arsehole. I blew gently onto it; he shivered (I heard 'nice'); I licked gently over his hole; more shivering (I heard 'oooh!'); thorough licking; the sounds were now incoherent. I said softly, "Will I carry on?" "Yes," just as softly. Leo threw the lube over and I coated my fingers. I didn't put any on Fergus's arse as the sudden cold might have made his teeth perform an unwelcome involuntary movement. A finger went in slowly, meeting no resistance. Fergus liked that. "Push like you're shitting," I said. In went a second finger, all the way, to my surprise. "Have you been practising with things up your arse?" asked Leo, who was watching keenly. Fergus admitted that he had. A cucumber was mentioned. Had he enjoyed it? Yes, but not half as much as this. I took that as a suggestion that I might insert a third finger. It was, with a bit of a groan, welcomed within. I remembered what Jack had been good at - rubbing a prostate with his middle finger while using the other two to stretch and stroke the warm wet welcoming inside of the lucky arse. I had been doing this for no more than 30 seconds when ... "Oh, fuck, I've cum on you, Rex, sorry." "No need to be sorry, Fergus. Lesson 5 - never say 'sorry' when you come. The guy you're with wants it nearly as much as you do," said Leo. "Do you want Lesson 6 now?" Fergus nodded, his head still very close to my cock. "Lesson 6 is that cum is an excellent lubricant for a wank. Why not see if you agree." "But I've just come," he said. "Rex, foolish boy," said Leo. Fergus was a first class wanker, and, as Leo had told him, his cum was an A1 lube. Fergus knelt beside me to carry out the practical work of Lesson 6; I still had two fingers up his arse, still actively stimulating whatever was up there. Leo bent over me for a long kiss, one that continued while I came at Fergus's bidding, my moans of joy being lost in Leo's loving mouth. "It's everywhere!" said Fergus, admiring the mess on my belly. I had come, Leo had come, Fergus had come twice. It was just after 6. There wasn't an unlimited supply of hot water, so Leo suggested that nobody showered until 8, then Fergus should go first, in case there wasn't enough for everybody. Leo and I could go smelling of sex all night. We dug out some food for the boy to restore his energy - biscuits and crisps (what else?). He timidly asked for another whisky. The first one had given him courage to ask for, and do, things thitherto only dreamed of. A second might unlock even more lustful things. By 6.30 we were ready for another round. Fergus's cock was rampant again, brought to that happy state by my sitting him on my lap and stroking him all over. His back was particularly sensitive and he demanded that I scratch it, not stroke it. "Harder ... lower, no, lower still ... ah! that's it." There's something called an erector centre apparently which, when stimulated, does what it says on the tin. Fergus was blithely unaware of this, as most men seem to be, but his directions to my scratching finger led me straight there ... and up he went. From soft to steel-hard in under a minute. "I see you're hungry again," said Leo, his eyes on Fergus's cock. Fergus grinned. "It does that all the time." "Let's put it to good use then," I said. "Lessons 7 and 8 are more advanced. They're about fucking. In Lesson 7 you get to have what I assume is your first fuck?" He nodded. "Which of us do you want?" He thought a little and then asked an intelligent question. "If Lesson 8 is me getting fucked -" (I nodded to indicate that he was correct) "- then I'd like each of you to be involved. Rex's cock is very long and Leo's is very thick. I don't know which will be harder for me to take. What should I do?" "Think about it," I said. "Which of us can put half his cock into you? Choose that one." He smiled. "Then I will fuck Leo and Rex can fuck me, but only half-way." "I promise," I said. Poor Fergus had no idea about positions, so he allowed me to arrange him and Leo in several different ones. I pointed out the advantages and drawbacks of each. He thought about it and decided that, as a beginner, the best way would be for him to be on his back and for Leo to lower himself. I wasn't convinced as Leo weighs a good 12 stone, but the boy had to learn the hard way. In the end it went fine. Leo enjoyed a good, if very quick, fuck (under 2 minutes), Fergus finally lost his cherry and came inside Leo, I enjoyed watching, as indeed did "I", invisible. It was now my turn to fuck Fergus. I wanted it my way. Fergus would lower himself onto me - that way he could control how deep I went. I had a shrewd idea that he would get a lot more of me in that he expected. I spend ten minutes with tongue, fingers and lube getting him oven-ready. I laid back and invited him aboard. He crouched, guided by Leo, who aimed my cock at the boy's hole. "Can you feel my cock, Fergus?" I said quietly. He nodded. "Good. Move yourself very gently to make my cock tease your arsehole." He did. "Do you want me to fuck you, Fergus?" He nodded. "No, Fergus; you have to say the words. Say 'fuck me, Rex'." "Fuck me, Rex." "Good, Fergus, now say them as though you're desperate for my enormous cock to invade your tight little never-been-fucked arse and fill your deep insides with hot man-spunk. Act a bit, Fergus." "Rex, I need you to fuck my brains out with your red-hot fuck-stick. I want your spunk to fill me so much it comes out of my navel. I want to feel you cum right up my guts." "Very good, Fergus, you're a gay boy all right. Welcome," and I thrust upwards into him. He gasped, but didn't flinch. His eyes were wide open, as was his arsehole. Slowly, slowly he eased himself downwards until over half my 9 inches were in him. I kept still: he was doing the work. "Nice?" "Mmmm!" "More?" "Mmmmm!" "Go on then, you're in charge. Fuck yourself on my cock, Fergus. It's all yours." Ten minutes later it was over. I had cum deep inside the boy, my orgasm being very bounteous indeed. Fergus had come again shortly after me, shooting onto my belly. Leo had licked it up, and shared the mouthful with Fergus (that being Lesson 9), and - best of all - Fergus was intensely proud that just before I came he'd felt my belly pressing against his arse cheeks. He'd taken the whole fucking 9 inches! The sad thing was, as he pointed out while we lay stickily together catching our breath, that he couldn't tell anyone of his prowess in that department. I stroked his sweaty brow. "Not yet, love, but one day soon. You've had 9 Lessons: you've come four times with two perfect strangers old enough to be your grandfathers; you've got a million times more confidence than you had this time yesterday." And Leo added, "and you won't get pregnant either." It was now well after 7. We stuck sticky Fergus in the shower and told him not to waste the water. He was out in 3 minutes, fresh as a daisy. Naturally I had to check that all his boy bits were clean - they were, but it took quite a while to be sure about his arse. Nice things, arses. "Off you go, Fergus," said Leo, "go out into the world as a fully-fledged gay boy. Don't apologize for being gay. Be yourself." Fergus kissed us both. "Thanks. I'll never forget today." Leo and I looked at each other after he'd gone. "I don't suppose he ever will," I said. "I" had enjoyed all that. Being invisible has its attractions. I was able to have two ecstatic wanks while all that was going on, wholly unconcerned about where my invisible, but plentiful, spunk flew. =============================================================================== badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should sent comments and suggestions