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Richard Darby Stories.

 

A 3 part story by Richard Darby.

 

Little Willie Stevenson - Part 3 of 3.

 

Little Willie was sitting in my lap and resting against my right arm, which was enfolded around him. His head was snuggled into my shoulder; his blonde hair nestling against the underside of my chin. My left hand was free. I picked up my brandy and took a sip from it and replaced the glass on the table. Then I also wrapped that arm around him and hugged him close. Little Willie had something on his mind, and right then, whatever thoughts he was having, I knew they were not sexual ones. Well, sex might have been involved in his thoughts, but sexual antics were certainly not paramount. So I kissed his golden locks and asked him, "Do you want to tell me about it, William?"

 

(It was rare for me to use the boys' first names. I only did it when boys were having problems and they needed a mentor and not a schoolteacher.)

 

I heard and felt Little Willie take in a deep breath; he lifted his right hand; clutched my left shoulder, and pressed his head more firmly against me. Then he whispered, "Sir... do you like me?"

 

I nodded onto his head. "Yes William, I do like you. You're a wonderful young man."

 

I waited while he digested my words. I thought I knew what he was thinking. The demons within us both had taken us to where we were, but Little Willie was not an evil little boy and I was thinking that he was making sure I was not evil either. And my thoughts were confirmed when he asked, "Why didn't you come to get me when I didn't come to you after Tuesday?"

 

I kissed his hair. "You fell asleep William. I checked on you. You're a very beautiful young man when you're asleep, so it would have been a crime to disturb you. Did you think I would?"

 

I felt him shrug his shoulders. "Some men would have woken me up."

 

"Some men? Do you mean some schoolteachers?"

 

"Some men Sir. Some schoolteachers too."

 

"At this school?"

 

Again he was silent for a while, and then he replied at a tangent. "My Uncle David used to wake me up. Well, he wasn't my real uncle. He was my father's best friend. I called him `Uncle David' because I'd known him all my life. It began when I was about five. Can I tell you about it Sir?"

 

I gave him a small hug and kissed his hair again. "Would you like a drink of my brandy before you start? It lowers inhibitions and might help you."

 

The words had the exact effects that I hoped they would, and he giggled. That was good. A boy outing things he was probably ashamed of was best done in a relaxed mood. He had to trust his mentor, and my making light of his confessions would do just that. But I was also aware that he did trust me. The fact that I didn't drag him out of his bed had told him that. I'd wondered at the time why he hadn't come to me. Now I knew why he hadn't. He was testing me to see if I was different to the others... the others being those who had molested him without his consent. It was all falling into place. If those grins told me that he was a kindred spirit, it had been confirmed when he was staring at me in the showers. The beautiful boy sitting in my lap and hugging me was sexually turned on by men, but only by men of his choice. He was no different than most people. We choose who we like and who we would like to be with. Why should a boy not be the same? Taking that choice away from them makes whoever molests them into monsters in my eyes. And I was no monster. I loved boys, but I was never a monster. Little Willie had probably worked that out when I didn't go and get him out of his bed. That's why, after he'd stopped giggling, he continued, "I thought brandy was just to make your hands warm, Sir."

 

I chuckled and kissed his hair again. (Soft kisses are important. They tell a boy that you care about his soul.) "It's dual purpose stuff, William. Sometimes it warms hands, and other times it warms hearts. Opens them up so you can reveal things you wouldn't normally do. It's why I only drink in my room and late in the evening. I can be myself here. I don't need to hide anything. And I can tell you without a shadow of doubt that very few people have been allowed into my room while I've been enjoying a brandy."

 

Little Willie lifted his head and looked up into my eyes. "How many is `very few', Sir?"

 

I smiled at him and kissed his lovely little nose. "Mind your own business, Sanderson!" Then I winked at him and added, "Very few! And they have to be special. Really special! Really, really special!" And then I added, "And they also have to make their own way here, William, just as you have done. I don't fetch little boys out of their beds."

 

"You're not like Mr Charles then, Sir. He used to fetch me out of my bed."

 

(Denzil Charles. He was in charge of the new arrivals... the eight year olds. He was dismissed almost six months ago. It was all hushed up. That's how these things work. No publicity. Here today, gone tomorrow. It's what happens when you get caught.)

 

I wasn't going to act ignorant of Charles's misdemeanours, so I replied, "No William, I'm not like him. So, just those two then? Your Uncle David and Mr Charles. Any more?"

 

Little Willie shook his head and then moved his hand from my shoulder and ran his fingers over my cheek, and then he asked, "Am I really special, Sir?"

 

Another gentle kiss on his nose. "No Sanderson. You're one of the really, really special ones. Now get on with it! You're embarrassing me!"

 

He was chuckling when he buried his head into my shoulder again, and then he asked, "Can I not talk about Mr Charles, Sir? I don't want to talk about him."

 

"Not a problem William. He's gone and I'm just sad that he had his grubby hands on you. Teachers should never fetch little boys out of their beds! That door you just came through. I never lock it. Why? It's open because, sometimes, little boys like you want to visit me. That's the only way it should be. Now carry on. Just tell me what you want to tell me."

 

Little William settled back into me. "Uncle David. He used to babysit me when I was small. Then he started doing things to me. Do you know what I mean Sir?"

 

I nodded onto his head. "I know exactly where you are, William. Carry on. Stop if you don't want to tell me anything you don't want to. I'll understand."

 

"He started doing things to me. It wasn't just his fault. I wanted him to do it. Some things I liked doing with him, but some things I didn't like. Sometimes it hurt. Sometimes it really, really hurt. It all stopped when I was eight. Father found out about it and then he sent me away. He sent me here so Uncle David couldn't get to me. Then Uncle David left the country and went to live in South Africa. Sir, if I tell you something, will you please not think badly of me?"

 

Another kiss on his hair. "I'll never think badly of you William. But I think I know what you're about to say. Sometimes you miss Uncle David?"

 

Again Little Willie lifted his head up and looked at me, but this time there was a puzzled look on his face when he asked, "How did you know what I was going to say, Sir?"

 

I winked at him. "Would you allow me to put your thoughts in a different way? Rather than missing your Uncle David, you miss some of the things you did together?"

 

Little Willie's eyes were full of admiration when he stared into mine. "You're brilliant, Sir! I thought you would have no idea what I was going to say. How did you know?"

 

I smiled at him. "Two days this week, I've been your surrogate Uncle David. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed being his surrogate. But I'm not your Uncle David. I'm the same in some ways but different in many others. For a start, I would never do anything that hurt you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

 

Little Willie had laughing eyes when he replied on another tangent, "I didn't really have a strained hamstring Sir."

 

I winked at him. "I know you didn't. And I also know you don't have anything wrong with you now. Well, nothing that needs an ice pack to cure it. What you have wrong with you can be cured with a drink of brandy and warm hands. Much better than a pack of frozen peas, don't you think?"

 

Little Willie was giggling so much when he buried his head in my shoulder that I had to shush him just in case any of the boys in the dorm heard him. Eventually, he stopped giggling and went quiet. That's when I decided to take control. It was time to make Little Willie feel really nice... to take away those demons that were going crazy inside him; to release his little boy tensions with someone who he trusted would not harm him in any way. The fact that it would also be great for me was secondary, but I couldn't help being a bit selfish when I thought of the things Uncle David might have done and I hoped that, when done differently, Little Willie would actually get to like them. And so...    

 

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I pushed Little Willie away from me and picked him up and deposited him in my lap with his back resting against me, making sure those gorgeous little buttocks were nestled on top of my still dormant dick. His hands were on the chair arms; his head tucked under my chin. My legs were closed; his were open and his lower legs were dangling at the side of mine. I kissed his hair and whispered, "Are you okay with this?"

 

He turned his head up to look up at me. Those beautiful blue eyes bored into me. We had moved on to a new stage in our relationship and he was naturally unsure about it. And then he asked me, "Is it what you want Sir?"

 

I smiled at him. "Yes William. It is. But I'm not your Uncle David. I'm the schoolteacher you little monkeys call `Taffy Davis', behind my back, and I think you're the sweetest boy in school. That's why the only hurt you'll get from me will be nice hurt, if you know what I mean. But it has to be your choice... always. But what I want to do right now will not hurt you one bit. It will be all nice. So... shall we begin?"

 

He grinned at me and asked, "What do you want me to do Sir?"

 

I winked at him. "Nothing. Leave all the hard work to me. Are you sure you don't want a drink of brandy?"

 

He giggled. "No thank you Sir. I'm not an old man like you. I don't need brandy."

 

And we both giggled.  

 

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I kissed his hair as I was unbuttoning the top of his PJ's, taking my time to stroke and caress each fresh part of him that was revealed. I caressed those perfectly contoured shoulders; played with his nipples until they were standing proud; stroked his tummy and the sides of his body, and when I unfastened the last of the buttons and the PJ top fell open, I carefully folded each side back until it slipped off his shoulders and rested on his upper arms. Then I began again from the top, using my flat hands and fingers; stroking; kneading; enjoying the beauty of the body I loved and knew so well. Little Willie was also enjoying it. He was watching everything I was doing and his little dick was tenting in his PJ's. He wasn't the only one who had a hard dick. Mine was nestled in the crack of his bum and projected into the empty space where his legs were opened, and it was throbbing like crazy. (I'd adjusted it so it was downwards just before I lifted him onto my lap. Even so, there was no way he couldn't have known how aroused I was considering that it was pulsating against his perineum and hairless ballsac.) Eventually, when my hands had caressed his tummy enough, I moved onto the next stage.

 

I undid the single button of his PJ bottoms and folded them back. Because of how he was sitting, his dick was caught under the PJ's below the joint at the bottom of the fold of his fly. That suited me fine. I'd taken my time to get where I was and no way did I want to delve headlong onto his dick. So I caressed his lower tummy and ran my hands down inside his PJ's to stroke the outside of his gossamer steel thighs. He was not on the rugger pitch, so they were relaxed and boy-soft and pliable and damned sexy. Even sexier were the insides of his thighs when I moved my hands there. Slowly... very slowly, I caressed my way up those gorgeous inner thighs until both thumbs were touching his perineum. His PJ's were tight against his scrotum, so I worked my thumbs up inside them and pushed them down. Little Willie – bless him – lifted his bum slightly so that they slid away easily, and as he did so, his nail hard dick flipped out of his PJ's and stood throbbing and proud. I decided to make things even easier for us and pushed his PJ trousers down to his knees.

 

Many little boys suffer from phimosis, a condition where the foreskin is very tight and refuses to slide easily off the glans. Maybe Little Willie did as a boy. Maybe Uncle David had done all the preliminary work and taught him how to stretch his foreskin so it was pliable and could easily slip from the head of his dick with no effort or pain at all when it was raging hard, but whatever, Little Willie's completely hairless dick was primed and ready and waiting, and because he was so aroused, just a gentle pressure on the beautiful foreskin sent it peeling back, revealing the pink, throbbing boy cluster of erotic nerves. But I was not stupid. Fingers are not the tools one should use on a boy's unprotected and sensitive glans when he is uncircumcised. Maybe I would get to use my lips and tongue on it at some future point, but right then I was in masturbating mode. So, after a very gentle tickle of his fraenulum, I pulled his foreskin back over the unprotected head and began to knead it between two fingers and thumb. By this time, Little Willie was meowing and stifling other noises because he was so aroused. Time for the kill!

 

While my right hand was doing most of the work, my left hand had been busy fondling his half-grown testicles and stroking his perineum right down as far as I could get. Unfortunately, because of how he was positioned, unless I used force, I could not insert a finger between those beautiful orbs of boy-joy to get at the sensitive nerves of his anus, so, instead, I rubbed his perineum in unison with the movements I was using as I masturbated him. Little Willie's hands, which had previously been gripping the arms of the chair, suddenly came up and wrapped themselves around the back of my neck and he thrust his face into my throat just as his body spasmed as he pushed himself upwards as the magic moment arrived, and he gurgled his way to probably thirty seconds of the most intense joy a boy of his tender age can experience. It was beautiful! For both of us.

 

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Five minutes after it was all over for Little Willie, we were still in the same position and the boy was in the same state of undress as he lay totally relaxed on me as I gently fondled his soft penis and the area around it. Neither of us had spoken a single word. Then he turned his head up and looked into my eyes, and asked, "Do you want me to do you now Sir?"

 

I shook my head and smiled at him. "No, William. Not tonight. I don't want to spoil what we've just had. It was beautiful. Are you tired?"

 

He nodded. "Yessir." Then he thought for a moment before he said, "You're the exact opposite of Uncle David, Sir."

 

"Why is that, William?"

 

He shrugged his shoulders. "You just are Sir. All Uncle David was interested in was what I could do for him. My feelings didn't matter. Sometimes he would do what you've just done, but it wasn't the same." Another shrug of the shoulders. "Even when he did it, it was to get me going so he could see me like that and he could enjoy more what I would do to him. Sometimes he would do that and then... and then... and then he would put it up me. That was the hurt I was talking about."

 

I leaned my head down and kissed his forehead, and asked him, "How old were you when he first did that?"

 

"When I was five Sir. Not all of it then, but he did get it in me. I hated him for that. It was stupid. I loved him!" He looked away when he added, "It was stupid Sir. He knew that I loved him and that I liked doing some of the things we did, but he spoiled it all by doing that. I hated doing that." Then he looked up at me again and asked, "You won't ask me to do that, will you Sir? Please!"

 

I gave him a reassuring smile. "No William. Your call on everything. I promise. Some boys like to be penetrated; some don't."

 

Little Willie gave me a quizzical look and asked, "Have you ever had a boy that did like it Sir?"

 

I gave him a screwed up face. "Mind your own business, Sanderson!  Anyway, your year group has got to go to church in the morning. Best we get you decent. Don't want you to attend church with your pants down, do we?"

 

He giggled; I giggled, and then we came together in a sort of hug. Then I lifted him from my lap and placed him onto the carpet, and as I did so, his PJ bottoms slipped down his legs and onto his ankles. He giggled some more and his face went red with embarrassment. I decided to tease him, so I gave him wide eyes and told him, "Are you sure you've had enough William? You could have told me instead of dropping your pants to the floor. I don't think I'll sleep tonight now you've done that!"

 

More giggles, and then he did something completely unexpected. His face became serious and he stepped out of his PJ bottoms. Then he let his top slip from his shoulders and down his arms and onto the carpet. Naked as the day he was born, he stared into my eyes. His mouth was open and he was breathing heavily. His full lips curled at the corners and he licked his lips. He was displaying himself to me as a sexual object. My dick, that had gone soft, rose quickly in my shorts. He looked down at it and then up into my eyes again. Something else also happened: his dick became hard. Then, hoarsely, he whispered, "I don't want my favourite teacher losing his sleep, Sir. Will you let me do you... please!"

 

"It's not necessary William. I was only teasing you."

 

He smiled a crooked naughty smile that revealed his inner sexual thoughts. "I know you were Sir, but I want to do it. I've wanted to do it for ages and it will be me who won't be able to go to sleep if you don't let me."

 

My mind went back to when we were in the showers, when he was fondling his hard dick as he watched me lathering my own dick up. Little Willie was not lying or pretending that he wanted to please me. His Uncle David really was an utter fool. He had a boy who wanted sex with him, but he went about it the wrong way. You need to gently lead a gay little boy into revealing and enjoying his sexuality and not go at it like a bull in a china shop. So I made my mind up about what to do.

 

I stood up and took off my rugby shirt, and then, watching Little Willie's face while I was doing it, I pushed my own shorts and underpants down and shucked them off my feet. Now we were equals... both of us naked and both of us fully aroused. But right then, the most lustful of us both was Little Willie. His mouth was open and he was frantically licking his lips. I thought he was going to suck me off, but he had other ideas. He looked up at me and said, "Sit down Sir. On the edge of the seat and lie back." So I did as I was told. The little boy climbed onto me and lay along my body on his back; my mass of pubic hairs nestled against his gorgeous buttocks; my dick between his legs. He reached down and pulled my dick up until it was nestling against his scrotum, and then he clamped his legs together and crossed his legs, trapping my throbbing dick between those gorgeous thighs, and then, as he did when I was wanking him off, he reached up and clamped his hands behind the back of my neck.

 

Gossamer steel. The powerful little body that I had admired flailing in the ruck was put to a better use... he used it to wank me off using just his thighs. There was nothing wrong with his hamstrings or his quad muscles when he set to work, and his tiny six-pack was rippling as he began his exertions. Up and down and rotating his body at the same time was obviously something he'd learned with his Uncle David, and although it had probably been a while since he did it, much like riding a bike, he had not lost the technique. If this had been the first time with any other boy then I would have warned him of the consequences of what he was doing, but Little Willie was an experienced lover. He knew what would happen, and when it did happen and my semen exploded from me, even though most of it shot up in the air and landed on his body, some of it also reached my face and little Willie's. But Little Willie was a sex-mad trooper and he didn't cease his exertions until he was quite sure it was all over for me. What a beautiful, crazy, sexy little man he was!

 

But if I thought it was all over, then I was wrong. That little boy nail between Little Willie's legs was still throbbing and excited. In fact, Little Willie was so lost in his lustful feelings that he didn't give me time to recover. Using both hands as a scoop, he scraped my hot semen from his face and body and smeared it around his dick and balls. I was watching him... wondering what he would do next. What he did surprised even me! He pushed back his foreskin and put plenty onto his glans and then folded his foreskin back over the head of his dick again, and whilst the head of my own dick was held hard against his perineum and ballsac, the other extremely sticky hand worked away on a sticky boy dick. Two sticky thighs squeezed my dick to full hardness again, and I joined in with his `fun' by pushing my hands under his bum and helped him go up and down on me while he concentrated on his own release. My semen was all over us, even seeping down between his legs, and I made good use of it. A sticky middle finger worked its way deep into that tight boy crevasse of joy to find his sphincter. Little Willie may not have wanted a dick up his bum, but my finger was welcomed. But, bearing in mind what he had told me about not enjoying penetration, rather than sticking the finger into him, I used it to tickle the erotic nerves of his love muscle.

 

"Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Please Sir! More! More! More! Do it gently Sir! Gently!"

 

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I assumed that it was the end of my finger slowly penetrating his bum that he wanted more of, so I obliged by rotating my finger, gently opening the well-greased, spunked-up muscle until my finger had penetrated him to the first knuckle. A big dick up his little bum may have been too much for him, but penetration with a gentle finger-fucking was not a problem... it seemed.

 

And then it happened. Mutual climax is very rare when men and boys are having sex, but it happened then. I heard Little Willie's throat gargle and saw his small body tense up as he began to reach his little boy peak, and that took me over the top and the remainder of my spunk squirted onto his hands and his little boy nail. More semen to oil us up... and Little Willie loved it when we squelched and moaned our way to a fantastic, beautiful, wonderful, kinky culmination of mutual boy/man sex, leaving me not only drained physically, but also making me wiser in the process. Oh yes! I did tell you earlier that one has to take account that little boys have dark desires that are rarely revealed, and Little Willie had just opened himself up to me, exposing his inner thoughts that spunk turned him on big style. And it's better than KY when a little boy knows how to use it. Those squelching noises are damned erotic!

 

I knew it was all over for the night, but Little Willie had his own particular way of cleaning us up. After a reasonable time of us both recovering, he spent many minutes massaging my spunk into the soft skin of his beautiful body; into his thighs and balls and soft dick and his lovely belly and even up his body and into his neck. And even then he wouldn't move off me until he was sure my semen had dried completely. Only then did he slip off me and give me a wonderful grin before saying, "Thank you Sir."

 

I winked at him and replied, "It's been my pleasure, William. Now get dressed and make sure you get a shower in the morning!"

 

He grinned at me. "I will Sir. Can I come again?"

 

So we spent a few minutes making plans before he slipped away in the night.

 

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The church bells were still ringing as I led Little Willie's year group and the one above him into the church. Smart they were in their Sunday best. The smartest of all was the little boy a row in front and two seats in from me. He looked like an angel in his tweed jacket and schoolboy shorts that revealed his gorgeous legs, and they went well with his white shirt and blue tie and his blonde locks brushed admirably to match the contours of his elegant head. Thank goodness we were in a Church of England and not a Catholic church. No sins to confess to here.

 

Throughout the service he kept half turning his head towards me with a partly hidden smile on his face. He didn't look directly at me. He had no need to. He knew I was watching him and that the half smile was confirmation that he was enjoying being my centre of attention. He was flirting with me. Why wouldn't he? Last night we had crazy sex together and we had planned when we would be doing it again. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. We might also do it Saturday and Sunday if, like this week, his parents didn't collect him for a weekend at home. I also had other plans in mind. Little Willie was a promising young rugby player and I had connections. It would not be too difficult for me to arrange a few weekends away with him for trials with various rugby union clubs. With his parents' permission of course! Being a person with impeccable credentials, I'd had a lot of experience being the Artful Dodger with John Imubako-Brailsford.

 

The service was over. The boys began to pile out of the church in single file, each one shaking the vicar's hand as they left. We had gone to church in the full complement of three Ford Transit school mini buses. The boys waited by them as we gathered together. Little Willie had blagged his way to travelling in mine and had even managed to get one of the two front passenger seats alongside my driving seat; the seat nearest to me. I was driving the bus in the middle of the three. George O'Hare was driving the front bus, and as he passed my door, I said to him, "I'm going to stop at The White Hart, George. I need to pick up a bottle of brandy. Keeps my hands nice and warm it does."

 

George laughed and replied, "You Taffs and your brandy! No wonder the sheep are not safe in The Valleys."

 

When I turned to fasten my seatbelt, Little Willie was giggling fit to burst. I gave him a long stare and asked him, "What are you laughing at Sanderson! I hope, at your age, you don't understand Mr O'Hare's remark!"

 

Little Willie was still gurgling with laughter when he replied, "No Sir. I was just wondering how brandy can keep your hands warm."

 

I winked at him. "Secrets, Boy! We old men have secrets." Then I turned around to look at the other boys, and said, "Right boys. Let's wake up all the old fogies around here. Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to school we go."

 

And as I drove the Transit back to the school, the thing was bouncing as the boys sang the song all the way back, even still doing it when I collected a large bottle of Napoleon Brandy from the White Hart. They were a happy band of boys, but one special boy; one very, very special boy seemed to be happier than all the others.

 

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I could now go on and on and tell you about everything that Little Willie Stevenson and I got up to, but a boy is allowed some privacy, don't you think? However, I think it's safe to say that, by the time Little Willie left prep school and moved onto pastures new, he was a proper little liberated gay boy. I could tell you where he is now, but it's none of your damned business! What I will tell you is that, whatever harm Uncle David did to him; it was well and truly cured by the time we parted. No, Little Willie never did enjoy penile penetration, and many gay boys are just like him. But, just as Little Willie showed me when we first had mutual sex, there's more than one way of skinning a cat, and I can highly recommend that if ever you get the opportunity, rather than hurting a little boy who doesn't want to be penetrated, use the cross-legged-tail-between-the-legs method of intercourse. (You can vary the method. Let the boy lie on his belly on top of you and you can then push your dick between those delicious buttocks while he's having fun.) Also, even though some boys dislike penile penetration, that doesn't mean they don't enjoy that tiny love muscle to be played with. Not only is a gentle finger fucking welcomed, they meow like a bloody tomcat when you push a firm tongue inside them. I did learn how to stop Little Willie meowing though. (Didn't want to wake the whole school up, did we?)  I turned him around while I was rimming him. He stopped meowing when he had a mouthful of raging hard man cock unleashing its sticky fury onto his little boy tonsils. *wink*

 

(Sigh! I do miss my Little Willie Stevenson! Having him and my lovely John Imubako-Brailsford in bed with me at the same time is my ultimate fantasy. Now where's that brandy? It's nearly eleven and I'm expecting someone. Life goes on you know!)

 

The end.

 

Richard Darby... richt4t1958@gmx.com