Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 00:34:18 PST From: David Lundquist Subject: Looking after John English is not my first language, so please excuse the faults in this story. There should not be many though, as my good American friend has read through the story and suggested a lot of corrections. If you don't like sex between man and boy, or if you're underage, don't read this story. If you have comments or suggestions, I would be very happy to have feedback to davidi50@hotmail.com Looking after John by David Lundquist My cousin John had his 13th birthday that summer. Uncle and auntie were going to England for two weeks, and everybody agreed that I should stay at their house looking after John while they were gone. I was 25 and still single at that time, and had no plans, so it was OK for me. John thought that I was the coolest cousin he had ever had, and was very nice to be with, and they had this wonderful swimming pool. I moved in Saturday, just a couple of hours before uncle and auntie left for the airport. Lots of instructions, and lots of money to use for food and stuff. The whole set up looked promising. John was there, said goodbye to his parents, and ran off to play with friends as soon the left. Nothing happened the first days. The whole weekend John spent with his friends, and I stayed home, swimming in the pool and enjoying myself. Monday John went to school, and I to the university. I bought a pizza on the way home, and we watched television at night after John finished his homework. Tuesday I came home from the university earlier than I had told John. John was home from school, I could see that by the unlocked door. I wanted to ask him what he wanted for dinner, but could not find him downstairs. So I went up to his room to see if he was there. The door was not open, and maybe it was unfair of me to open the door and walk in without knocking, but I did not think about it. John apparently had not heard me coming, and he looked surprised up when he saw me. He was sitting at his table, reading a magazine or something like that. What it was I was not able to see, because he hurriedly put the magazine under some books. Stuttering, he asked me what I was doing home so early. He turned all red in the face, and I realized that the magazine wasn't necessarily Superman or something like that. I made as if nothing had happened, and asked him what he wanted for dinner. He said something about pizza, and I went out of his room and closed the door after me. So that's how it was. But it was not that surprising. The boy was thirteen, and I could remember that a lot of exciting things happened with my body at that age. But I could stop thinking about it the rest of the day. John was a very beautiful boy, actually one of the most beautiful I had ever seen. He was slim and had long legs and arms, 170 cm high. His skin was perfect, a kind of light golden brown. He had black long hair, cut like a cute page boy style. Big brown eyes with long black lashes. His mouth was wide with very red lips, almost like he was using lipstick. He was still very much a boy, just starting puberty. Although I did not fancy boys and had not done anything with boys since my teens, I had to admit that I liked to look at him. And I was very curious about what kind of magazine he was looking at. The next day I went home in the middle of the day, while John was in school. And I did not have to search very long in his room before I found his magazine under the bed. It was a straight up and down porn magazine. Nice naked girls and some men too, and some make believe fucking, but nothing more. But I suppose this was enough for him. Going back to the university, I imagined John reading the magazine. Maybe he took his dick out of his trousers while looking at the pictures? And then the thought struck me; did he not deserve to see some real porn? Oh yes, he did. So on the way home from the university I bought a hardcore porn magazine, where they showed everything! Back home I kind of hid the magazine between some newspapers in the living room, but made sure that a tiny bit of the magazine could be seen. I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner when John came home. I heard him going into the living room, and then I heard him opening the newspaper. I tiptoed over to the door of the living room. Through the tiny opening, I could just see John sitting on the sofa. He had found the magazine! He had opened it and looked at it with big eyes, while one of his hands was fondling his groin! What should I do now? I hesitated a bit, but then I opened the door and went into the room. John looked up at me not realizing what he had in his hands. He blushed furiously, but before he could put the magazine back on the table, I snapped it out of his hands while commenting that this was not meant for him. He looked at me with a pained face, but his eyes were glued to the magazine when I put it back on the table. "So, you like to look at porn, too?" I asked him. He just nodded his head, if possible even more red, but did not say anything. "Just look at it if you want to." I told him. But he did not move. "It's nothing to be ashamed over. When I was your age, I loved to look at magazines like that." He looked up at me: "You look at porn magazines when you were thirteen?" "Sure!" "OK then." He picked up the magazine from the table. "Do you want to borrow it when you go to bed?" I asked him. "What do you mean?" he stuttered. My god, he was innocent! "I mean, when you go to bed. Then you can look at it and ..... and have a nice time with yourself." He blushed again. "Yes, you have started to .... to play with yourself?" I asked him a bit surprised. He looked at me a bit, but then he just rose and ran out of the room, leaving the magazine on the table. I left the magazine on the table, and went to the kitchen to finish the dinner. John returned to the living room again, and when I looked into the living room, he was sitting on the sofa, looking at the magazine again. After dinner John went up to his room and did his homework. We ended the evening with a boring movie on the TV. John surprised me after the movie when he told me that he was tired and wanted to go to bed. He did not want to look at the news or have some food as usual, but went straight up to his room when the movie was finished. And he took the magazine with him! I went to bed some time after him. When I passed his door I tried to see if I could hear anything from his room. I could very faintly hear some moaning! I bet he had a good time! It was so hot to think that John was laying in bed with the magazine in one hand and his dick in the other. I was sure that he had pulled his PJ trousers down his legs, or maybe he was naked. I got so hot thinking of him laying naked jacking off, that I had to jack off myself.. It did not take long for me do cum hard and wet! The next morning at breakfast John looked down at his food and did not say anything. "Did you have a nice time last night?" I asked him. He blushed and nodded yes. "Did you play with yourself?" He did not answer, but blushed even more. "Did you like the magazine?" He nodded yes again. "Do you want me to buy another?" He looked up at me, "Can you do that?" "Yeah, sure. No problem. Is there any special magazine you want?" "No... I don't know." "I know what we can do," I suggested. "I can pick you up at the school when you're finished, and then we can go to the shop and decide which you want." He thought that was a cool idea, and we agreed to meet outside his school after his last lesson. When I drove up in front of his school five minutes after he had finished, he was there waiting for me. I drove down to the city center to a porn shop I knew sold all kind of porn. We went in together. At first he did dare to do anything but just look at the front page of the magazines. After a while he got a little bolder and began leafing through them. Hesitating, he whispered to me to buy "Teenage Sex". I picked it up and went over to pay for it. "And 'Play'" he whispered in my ear. Soon after we were out in the car with "Teenage Sex" and "Play". I asked him why he wanted "Play". The pictures in that magazine were not that exciting. "It's stories in it, about girls and boys at my age. That's so exciting!" The last sentence he whispered, looking down in his lap. The weather was nice and warm, and when we came back home, I suggested that we take a swim first. John looked like he wanted to protest at first, but went up to his room to change. Following suit, I went to my room, and changed to my swimming suit. When John came down after some time in his swimming suit, I was very thrilled. He was just as I wanted him, with tiny red speedos that were popular for boys that year. Just a small triangle in front hiding his small package, and a ditto back. Seen from the side he appeared almost naked! We jumped into the pool and the water was refreshing, but John was restless. I got the feeling that he wanted something more than swimming! After about 10 minutes in the water, I asked him if we should go up and look at the new magazines. He almost jumped out of the water and started on his way to the terrace doors. "Wait!" I called after him. "We can look at them out here. Dry yourself while I get them." "We cannot look at them out here." John protested weakly. "Why not? Nobody can see us here. And then we can swim afterwards." Of course I was right. John's parents had a big garden with high hedges and fences all around. To see what's was going in the garden, you had to come through the house. And the doors were locked, I had made sure of that! "OK." He was clearly not happy with it, but took his towel and started to dry himself. He most probably was thinking the same as me, when wanting to watch the magazines indoors. His speedos weren't very big in front and I guess he was thinking about how it would look if he got a hardon in those tiny things, and he surely wanted to change before looking at the magazines- But that was the way I had planned it! I went indoors and collected the magazines. John was sitting in a chair with a towel in his lap when I came out again. I put the magazines on a small table and sat down in another chair. "Which one do you want to look at first?" I asked him. He hesitated, but then rose and went to the table. I was certain that he had started to get hard, the bulge in front of his speedos was clearly bigger now! I went over to his chair, took his towel, and started drying myself. John saw that I took his towel, and was clearly unhappy about it. But he did not say anything and sat down with the "Teenage Sex" magazine. I picked up the other one and sat down. It was quiet out on the terrace for a while. John just leafed through the magazine, stopping here and there. He had put one leg over the other, but he could not hide the big bulge that quickly started to tent out his speedos. He looked quickly up at me, and noticed that I was staring at the bulge in his speedos. He blushed and the bulge almost disappeared. But it came back when he looked at the magazine again. I had a hardon myself by now, and I could see John's eyes on it from time to time. I caught him staring at the bulge in my trousers, and he blushed furiously again. I had not thought about what could happened out there, and it was absolutely not in my thoughts that we should do anything together. I just wanted to watch John get hot. But now I was real hot myself, and ideas started to form in my head. I saw that he had finished his magazine, and told him to look at "Play", as it had a story I thought he would like about a boy at his age who fucked for the first time with his cousin. I put the magazine down on the table, and he had to get up from his chair to get it. He looked down at himself then over at me, but he did not get up. "Come and get the magazine!" I teased him, "Or do you not dare to show me that you have a hardon? That's nothing to be shy about. Look, I've got a stiff one myself!" I straightened out my legs and pushed my groin forward on the chair. My hard cock showed clearly through my swimming trunks. He hesitated a bit, but now that his cool cousin dared to show that he had a hardon, he decided to that it was not that dangerous. He rose and went over to the table. His speedos were tented out in front, and it was clear that his dick was not that small after all. And in the middle of the bulge there was a big wet spot. My of my, he was hot! He sat down with "Play", and now he did not mind showing that he had a raging hardon. I moved my chair over to his, and looked at the magazine together with him. He was reading the story I told him about, and on the same page there was a picture of very young naked boys and girls. I guess it had been taken in a nudist camp or something like that. I could not believe that the publisher dared to print pictures of naked kids so young, but I guess it was kind of OK as long as they did not have hardons. One of the boys in the picture was about the same age as John. He had a dick halfway between a small boy and a teenager, and was hairless. I pointed at the boy: "He's about the same as you, right?" Then I pointed at another almost grownup boy. "That's more like me." The boy had lots of black hair at his pubes, and a real big dick. "Yes....." his voice unsure . "But are you as big as him down there?" "Yes, sure, at least now!" I laughed back to him. John pointed to an another boy in the picture who could have been about 15 or so. His dick was halfway between a boy and a grownup, and he had some dark curls around it. "He's almost like one of my friends." Well, that was interesting. How did John know how he looked naked? He was clearly older than John, and could not be in the same grade at school. I had to know what was behind this. "How do you know that? Do you have sports together at school?" "No....." John started to stutter. Had he told me more than he wanted to? ", He's been over to my house and .... and we have ....." his voice trailed off. "Have you done anything together with him, like you did last night after going to bed?" John hesitated a second, but then he whispered yes. "How old is he?" "Fifteen." "Have you seen him naked?" "Yes." John was quiet for a while, but then he asked, "Have you a hardon now?" his face beet red. "Mm, what do you think?" I replied and pushed my groin upwards. John looked at the big bulge in my trousers, and then he whispered slowly "Can I see it? I've never seen such a ... a grownup hardon." I was a bit surprised and blushed myself, but then I nodded yes, and pulled my swimming trunks slowly down my legs. My stiff dick stood straight up, freed from the tight swimming trunks. My foreskin was halfway back from the big blue-red head. It was quiet on the terrace for a few seconds while John stared at my dick. But now I wanted to have something to look at myself. "But what about you, are you as big as him on the picture?" "No, I don't know......" John suddenly had become very unsure about the whole thing. "I guess you don't have any hair!" "Yes I have!" "Let me see!" I challenged. John sat quiet and did not move, but the bulge in his speedos was still big as before, and the wet spot had grown a lot bigger. I took hold of the hem of his speedos. He did not say anything, Carefully I lifted it up from his groin and pulled it down. First some black curly hairs showed up, and then slowly first the root and then the rest of his dick could been seen. When I pulled more he lifted his behind a bit from the chair, and I could pull the speedos all the way down to his knees. His dick jumped up when freed from the speedos, and stood slightly curved up against his stomach. I got all dry in my mouth, it was so beautiful! It must have been something like 4 inches with a tight foreskin that covered almost all the bulbous head. On the top it had a drop of precum, that slowly glided down the head while I looked at it. A small ballsack clinged closely to his groin under the stiff dick, and he had a small patch of black curly hair around the base of the dick. We sat very still first and just looked at each other. "Has your friend a bigger dick than you?" I asked him. "Oh yes!" "As big as mine?" I pushed forward my groin and my cock stood straight up in the air. "No, not that big!" "How did it start, I mean you and your friend, like doing things?" John was quiet for a while, but then it came out of him in a rush: It all started one year back. Paul, who John knew from the scouts, was alone home one night and asked John if he wanted to come home with him and do something exciting. John did, and they went to Paul's together. After drinking some beers that Paul had stolen, John asked what it was that was so exciting. Paul told him that it was playing doctor and patient. That was not that exciting John told Paul, that was what the small kids did. But Paul told him that this was a very special doctor-play. The doctor should examine the patient to check how far along he was in puberty, and then teach the patient a lot of nice thing to do. John thought that was indeed exciting. He had just started puberty himself, and they had learned a little at school about it, but he wanted to learn more. He agreed to play. They went up to the bathroom . Paul said that he was the doctor, and that John had to take off all his clothes. John did not want to undress first, but Paul told him that this was absolutely necessary for the doctor to observe how far he was in puberty. And besides, it was not different from the school doctor we had to undress for when he examined us. That was true, at least with the new young doctor at the school, he always wanted us all naked when examining us. John thought that Paul knew more about these things than he, and he wanted to know more about puberty, so he agreed and undressed. It was strange to be all naked while Paul had all his clothes on, and John noticed that Paul kept staring at him down there. First Paul weighed John and measured his height. Then he told John to lay down on his stomach on a bench. Paul opened a medicine cabinet in the bathroom and took out a big enema rubber ball. Covering the nozzle with some sort of cream, he separated John's ass cheeks, and pushed the nozzle slowly into his rectum. John thought it strange, but it was nice at the same time. First Paul told John to turn over on his back, with the enema nozzle still up his behind. Then he looked closely around the root of his dick, to see if he had any hairs there yet, which he did not at that time. Next he took hold of John's dick and measured it. It was strange for John, that was the first time anybody else had touched his dick since he was a baby. Then Paul carefully felt on his ballsack, and that was very nice too. As John was telling me all this, he had - surely without thinking about it - taken hold of his stiff dick and started to caress it slowly. Slowly pulling the foreskin down from the shiny red head, he continued: John went on with his story: Paul took hold of his dick and pulled the foreskin down. John had a white-yellow substance around the base of the head, and Paul said that it had to be washed away. But when he started to wash John's dick with a warm washcloth, John's dick started to grow and get hard, it was so nice! When it was rock hard, Paul measured it again, before telling him that now he should check if he could cum. He started to masturbate John, first slowly and then faster and faster. While listening to John's story, my head started spinning around with all kinds of ideas of what could happen now, but then we could here the phone from inside the house. Shit! John rose from the chair and pulled up his speedos before running inside to answer the phone. He came out again at once. "It's mom, she wants to talk with you." I pulled up my swimming trunks, as if she could see me, and went indoors. She just wanted to know if we were all right. I assured her that everything was OK, and after some talk I could finally get back to John again. But John had jumped in the pool, and was swimming around, yelling for me to get in the water. I had no reason not to, and I jumped out in the water with him. John suddenly disappeared under water, and I could feel him swimming trough my legs. OK, so he wanted to play, and play he should get! I swam after him, and the next minutes we swam over and under each other, pushed, pulled, and had great fun. We touched each other bodies a lot, and suddenly John's speedos were tented out again. Mine followed suit immediately, and now the play took a new turn. John tried swimming as close to me as he could, and several times he touched me down there. Every time an electric bolt went trough my body and several times I could feel his stiff poker against my body. Suddenly he swam behind me and took hold of my swimming trunks. Before I knew it he had pulled them down my legs. When I tried to swim away from him, my suit glided all the way off me, exposing my raging hardon. OK, so that was the way he wanted it! Then he should have it! I swam after him and got hold of his speedos. John just swam away, his pants gliding down his legs and his behind glowing white in the water in front of me. Before long, he was as naked as I was. When he turned to face me, I could see that he was equally hard. We continued swimming around each other, touching all the time. I could feel his stiff dick gliding over my body, first across my stomach, but then up over my chest, and at last up across my face! If I had had opened mouth then, I would have had a boydick in it for the first time in 10 years! That boy was hot! John dived under the water and suddenly I felt something warm around my cock. My heart hammered so hard, I thought I would faint! At last I got tired, and swam over to the shallow part of the pool. I stood with my feet on the bottom, and my head and chest over the water. John swam over to me, and took hold of me with his arms and kind of sat on my hips with his legs around me. He pressed all his body close to mine, and I could feel his hard dick against my stomach. Slowly he glided down on my body, until my dick touched his behind. He started to wriggle around with his bottom, and I could feel my dick touching his luscious round ass here and there. The feelings were so intense as I felt my dick slowly wedge between his asscheeks. He stopped wriggling, and just moved carefully up and down with his body, trying to push down on my dick. I felt it pressing against something. Something gave away, and I could feel my dick slowly gliding inside warm and tight John gasped, but kept on pushing down on me, and I could feel my dick gliding deeper and deeper into something that could only be his hole down there. He kept on pushing, and soon all of my dick was inside him. I felt between us with my hand, and I could only feel the root of my dick outside him. He grabbed me tight and pressed his face down beside my neck. Slowly he started to withdraw from me, drawing my dick out of him. Then he pushed all the way down on me again. The boy was fucking me! A 13-year-old boy was fucking my dick! While my dick kept gliding in and out of his tight ass, I could feel his dick gliding up and down between our stomachs. This was crazy! As I felt my orgasm closing, John started to breathe hard and erratic and his body started shaking all over. I could feel his dick jerking between us when I exploded inside him. Tons of my cum spurted out of me deep inside his bowels while he grinded his dick between us and moaned hard and high. At last he stopped moving. He just hung on me with his eyes closed. Slowly, he glided off me. My dick slipped out of his asshole, and as he swam over to the stairs, I could see some gray drops on my stomach. I followed him up out of the pool, exhausted. We sat down on our chairs, his dick laying across his stomach, half-hard and red. Mine was the same. He looked over at me and grinned. "You liked that, didn't you!" "Yes!" I answered. "There's a lot more we can do. Just wait!" And he was right. I've never fucked so much as I did that week, and never before or after have I had a boydick in my behind, and enjoyed every second of it!