Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2015 23:48:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: No Touching No Touching. "Is he fucking insane?" I ask, incredulously. Here's the thing: My friend Ron, my VERY gay friend Ron, who's totally obsessed with pubescent boys, has been asked, by his own brother, to take care of his nephew while he, the brother, is overseas for a week. He's gotta be crazy. Everone knows that Ron is a total fucking pervert, whose whole life is dedicated to the seduction of twelve and thirteen year old slender, hairless chested boys. The whole fucking family is well aware that Ron's had several brushes with the law as a result of trusting youngsters, whom he'd picked up at the local arcade, not to tell anyone how he'd groped/fondled/sucked/fill-in-the-blank'ed them, and who'd subsequently bragged to their friends. We all know that kids can't keep secrets, which is why I, something of a pervert myself, only occasionally enjoy sex with the very young. For the time being, I have to content myself with servicing the cocks of lads of at least sixteen years, that being the age of consent in merry England, until I can find someone younger whom I can trust to keep quiet. Some fucking chance! I ask, "Why would he place his son, who, by the way, is without doubt the sexiest little fucker for miles around, in the care of, well . . . the most active child molester in the fucking county? He's fully aware of your sexual proclivities." "It's like this, Tony. He has to go to Europe on very short notice and he didn't have much time to find someone." "He could've asked me, but then he knows I'm a cock fondler, too, I suppose." "So what he did was have me make a solemn oath that I would not under any circumstances, touch his son in an inappropriate way. So I did. After all, he is my brother and I have to honour it." "But," I say eagerly, looking for loopholes, "Is young Nick allowed to touch you inappropriately?" "Nice try, but he made Nick promise the same thing. Just an occasional hug and a goodnight kiss, that's about it. Fuck, it's gonna drive me crazy!" "When's all this happening?" "Tomorrow. I'm gonna drive them up to Heathrow before lunch, drop him off and come back with Nick." "You need help. Come straight back to my place," I tell him. "The less time you have alone with that gorgeous little darling boy, the better. I'll try to keep you pure." "You're a pal," he says. "Always glad to lend a helping hand. Speaking of which . . ." I look down at the front of his pants, down which he has something long, fat, like a two pound roll of prepackaged ground beef, only harder. I reach out, pull his zipper down and push my hand inside. I'm greeted by the feel of smooth silk over an utterly rigid cock which is bursting to see the light of day. I extract it and drop to my knees so I can inspect it closely. It's an old friend of mine. It feels familiar in my hand and it knows the inside of my mouth well. I lick a bead of precum off the end, savouring the taste. "Cum in my mouth," I say, looking up at him. "Just pretend that I'm young Nicky." He closes his eyes and seconds later I'm swallowing an impressive load of his jism. It would be hard to tell which of us takes more delight in sucking cock, rimming and being savagely fucked up the arse. I've swallowed enough of his cum to fill . . . well not a bucket, but certain a pint mug at the local pub. Not that I swallowed it all at the pub, only some of it, in the men's room, but you know what I mean. He's swallowed less of mine, but only because he likes me to splatter his face, then lets me spread it all over with my cock until I get soft. After he leaves, I lie in bed, thinking about young Nick, almost thirteen, whose longish blond hair, intense blue eyes and kissable lips make him look like a girl. One of these days, I gotta get him to put on a dress, so I can run my hand up his leg and grope him. I take hold of my rigid cock, push the sheet down and cum all over my chest. ______________________________________________________ It's the following day. Ron's phoned and they're gonna be here any minute. I step out of the shower, towel off and break out a brand new pair of Marks and Spenser's briefs fresh from the packet, blinding white. I find a matching cotton tank top, don it and look at myself in the mirror. I feel like a porn star. My cock is already at half mast in anticipation of their arrival, bulging in my underpants. I'm hot, and I fucking know it. The doorbell rings and I run downstairs and fling the door open. Fortunately, it's not the postman, although one of these days I'm gonna let him see what I look like in my undies. I don't think he'll be disappointed. "Hi, Tony," Nick says, a broad grin on his face. "Why aren't you dressed?" "I am dressed," I tell him. "This is what I wear round the house." "Cool." He's wearing a pair of camo cargo pants and a white tank like mine. "Hi, Ron. Come on inside. How was the trip to Heathrow?" "The usual traffic nightmare, but it was okay coming back. Couldn't wait to get here." "He had a hard on all the way from the airport," says Nick with a mischievous grin. "Why wouldn't he, all alone in a car with a sexy boy like you?" "Well, Dad make him promise not to touch me, so he had to keep his hands to himself." "Yeah, I heard about that. Poor Uncle Ron!" We chuckle, as though it's amusing. "But," I ask, "Did your Dad say anything about anyone else doing any touching? Me, for example?" Nick laughs. He knows quite well that I'm gay, though he may be unaware that he's exactly my target age range. "No, he didn't." He's still grinning. "Anyone for a beer?" I ask. We go in the kitchen and I pull three cans from the fridge. "You can have one, for the moment, Nick. Don't tell your Dad." My idea is to implicate the boy in as many "crimes" as possible which in theory will make him less likely to talk about the even bigger "crimes" I have in mind. I look at them both. "I hate to say this, Nick," I say, "but those baggy shorts are really fucking ugly. I'll be so glad when short shorts become fashionable again." "You want me to take them off?" The kid is ahead of me. Ron immediately reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his phone. "Yeah, and you take your pants off too, Ron. They're not doing anything to hide your hard-on." Ron shoot half a dozen pictures as Nick unfastens the top of his shorts, lowers the zip and spread the front wide. He has on a pair of white briefs like mine. The flash goes off as he lets his shorts fall and steps out of them. Ron is wearing silk boxers in an eye-watering hot pink. Very gay, no surprise there. His cock pushes the front of his underpants out invitingly. I have an intense desire to grab it, but that can wait. I open a kitchen drawer and take out my stash. "I've got some primo weed here," I tell them. I light up a pre-rolled joint, take a hit and pass it to Ron. When he hands it back, I give it to Nick, who looks surprised. "Take a pull, inhale it and hold it in for as long as you can. Just don't tell your Dad and don't ever, ever smoke cigarettes. They'll kill you." He takes a drag, tries to hold it, coughs then gives up, handing the joint back to me. That's two "crimes". He ain't gonna tell his Dad nothin'. "Let's go out to the pool, guys." I've arranged three chaise lounges with long cushions under the shade of a big umbrella. It's an unusually hot day. We sit, sipping at our beers as Ron and I pass the joint back and forth. We take our tops off. Nick has another pull on the joint, this time a little more successfully. "This weed is making me even hornier," Ron says. His rigid cock hasn't drooped a centimetre the whole time. "We're gonna have to help him," I say to Nick. "How? I can't touch him, but you could if you wanted to. You could give him a wank." "Yeah," I say, "but I have something else in mind." "A blow job?" asks Ron. Nick looks at me. "You suck cock?" he asks. Oh, I thought he knew. "I sucked him off last night and let me tell you - nothing," I say emphatically, "nothing in the world is quite as exciting as having a big stiff cock in your mouth." "Well, Uncle Ron's is certainly stiff." "With the possible exception of one up your arse," I add, "but you'll learn more about that when you get older. For the moment, let's just stick to the delights of cock sucking." "If you're gonna blow me," says Ron, "can you please get on with it. I really need to shoot my load and take the pressure off." "Wait here," I tell them and step indoors. I grab my camcorder and a couple of tea towels from the kitchen and hurry back out. I throw a towel to Nick. "Okay, let's tie him down to the lounge. Tie his elbow to the leg, and I'll do the other one." Within seconds, Ron is secured, helpless. He can move his legs, but that's all. He waves his hands in the air but he can't reach his cock. "Now, here's what I suggest we do. Tell me if you think it's too weird, Nick. I want you to stand over him with your feet either side of his chest. Then pull your briefs down to mid thigh. Your Uncle's seen your cock before, hasn't he?" I set up the camcorder on the table, and line it up. Nick laughs. "Every time I pee, every time I shower, every time I take my underpants off for any reason, he's there, trying to get hold of it." "Don't tell me you don't like showing it off, you little fuckin' tease," says Ron. "We all do," I say, "but now you can only look." I start the camcorder. "There was nothing in his oath to your Dad that prevents him from looking, was there?" "No, nothing." "Meanwhile, "I'm gonna pull your boxers down, Ron. Nice colour, by the way. Can I borrow them later?" "They might have cum stains on them," he says. "Even better!" I take my own briefs off. Now I don't want to boast, but my cock is, to say the least, impressive. Uncircumcised, straight, long and moderately thick, I think it's perfection. I'm not gonna bullshit you with a claim of nine inches, you wouldn't believe me and it's not actually that long, but it's bigger than average. On this hot morning, my balls are hanging down, swinging gently in the breeze. Nick looks at me, his eyes big. "That's an awesome cock, Tony," he says. "It's bigger than Uncle Ron's, bigger than my Dad's." Has daddy been flashing his cock at his son, I wonder? Probably not, he's a bit of a prude, but at least his son is showing interest in penises, which is a good thing. Or maybe the kid's been sneaking looks at his dad's dick. I did at his age. The sight of my dad's dick used to thrill me. Nick stands over his uncle and slowly pulls the front of his briefs out clear of his cock, then slides them down to where they're just above his knees. His dick, small than ours, naturally, is almost fully hard. A little tuft of blond hair sits at its base and his foreskin extends beyond his glans. He thrusts his hips forward. "Oh, God, you're so fucking beautiful!" Ron groans. "I almost ready to cum." "That's the big idea," I tell him. "I'm not gonna suck you off, at least not right now, and I'm not gonna give you a wank, either. We wannna see you come with nothing touching your cock. It'll be a measure of how much you desire your nephew." Nick giggles. "It's perfectly possible, because I've seen videos of hands-off cum shots on the internet." "Can I look at them later?" asks Nick, eagerly. "Abolutely!" More "crime". This is getting good. "Look, Ron. Think about what it would taste like." "I've been thinking of little else," he mutters. "Are you gonna suck him off, Tony, you lucky fucker?" "Maybe later. Have you ever been sucked off, Nick?" He hesitates. "Okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But you've been wanked off. Every thirteen year old boy has been wanked off." "Twelve," he corrects me, not denying it. "Near enough." I put my hand on his knee, then slowly slide it up his thigh, past his stretched underpants until I reach his balls. I gently cup them. "Jesus!" Ron groans. My heart is racing as my hand goes round the shaft of Nicks cock, rolling his foreskin back to expose his glans, wet and shiny. I look between his legs to where Ron's cock is bobbing up and down in time with his pulse. It couldn't possbibly get harder. His eyes are almost popping out of his head as he stares at my hand as it slowly moves back and forth. Nick is now fully erect, the head of his cock peeping out of my fist on the down stroke and disappearing on the up stroke. I want to suck it, but it would obscure Ron's view. I keep my strokes slow because I don't want him to cum before his uncle. "Cum on me, you gorgeous little darling, cum on my face!" Not if I can help it, I think, at least not right now. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" Ron mutters. "Oh, Jesus, here I cum." I see his hips buck upwards. Nick bends down and peers back between his legs as his uncle shoots an amazing load of cum, four, then five big blobs on to his chest and stomach. I let go of Nick's cock and take hold of Ron's, milking it as my lips close around the end. Nick steps away, looking at me. When Ron is completely dry, I wipe his chest and stomach with his pink boxers. I turn to Nick. "Now let me finish you off." I walk on my knees to where he stands, his underpants still round his thighs, put my hands on his bum and pull his cock into my mouth. I takes him only about ten seconds to cum, which is not surprising, given my skill as a cocksucker and once again I'm treated to the exciting taste of semen. "Untie your uncle," I say to Nick as I collapse on to a lounge and start pumping my own cock. I don't manage to last any longer that young Nick, shooting my own load on my chest. I grab Ron's silk boxers, wipe myself on them. They're nicely stained with two loads of cum. As cum stains go, they're pretty impressive. Then we all jump in the pool. __________________________________________________ After lunch, we're sitting in the living room. I'm wearing Ron's cum stained underpants, still slightly damp and giving off that sexy cum odour. Ron has my briefs on and Nick is wearing his own. We've just looked at the video of our adventures of the morning and, as promised, I'm showing Nick the collection of facial cum shots that I've collected over the years on to my laptop. Most have been downloaded from the internet, but some show me cuming on Ron's face and in his mouth, and vice versa. All our cocks are hard as we watch and Nick is visibly excited. He's muttering, "Wow," and "Holy shit," and "Fuckin' awesome!" with each ejaculation of jism. There's a lot of it. "So how do you feel about getting your first blow job?" his uncle asks him. He hesitates. "Acutally, it wasn't my first. There's a guy at school; he's a year ahead of me. I've been watching him in the changing room after P.E. when he strips off. One time he saw me looking and he took me in the bathroom, pulled my pants down and wanked me off. At the last minute, he dropped to his knees and I came in his mouth. It was fuckin' awesome! But you were better, Tony." The idea that I can pleasure him more than a fourteen year old thrills me. "Did you return the favour?" I ask. "I never got the chance." "I remember the first cock I sucked," Ron says, reflectively. "Some guy I met in a laundromat. He offered me fifty quid and I sucked him off in his car, parked in an alley. Had I known how much I was gonna enjoy it, I'd have done it for free." Nick laughs. I close the laptop. The constant repetition of splashing cum is getting stale. "My first was my art teacher, in a store cupboard. He was totally in love with me." "What does it taste like?" asks Nick. "Heaven," says Ron. "To be honest, Nick, it's not the taste that's so exciting. It's the fact that you're giving your partner such intense pleasure. Having your cock in my mouth was the most exciting part of this morning, much better than when I wanked myself off." He look intrugued. I take the plunge. "How would you like to try it?" "Suck you off?" "You can't suck your uncle off, remember? You did say this morning that my cock was awesome, as I remember. I don't think you'll be disappointed." He looks at me, then down at the still wet front of his uncles boxers tented by my dick. I lift my hips and slide them off. Maybe he doesn't like the smell of stale cum as much as I do. My cock points at the ceiling. "If you don't suck him, then I will," says Ron. "Let me tell you, you're gonna enjoy it. Just kneel down between his legs and . . ." Before he has a chance to finish the sentence, Nick is on his knees, leaning forward, staring intently at my cock. He tentatively reaches his hand up and takes hold of it. His touch is so gentle. "This isn't the first time you've touched a cock, is it?" I say. He looks up into my eyes. "No." "Good for you," says Ron. "There are a few boys in my class. We go into the churchyard behind some old graves and give each other wanks." "You can cum on my grave," mutters Ron. "And you're right, Tony,"say Nick. "I like to wank a dick better than being wanked." He starts to stroke my cock. It's like an iron bar. His face is just inches away. He leans forward and touches the tip with his tongue, tentatively tasting it. Then his lips go round the head. "Mmmmmmmm," he murmurs. I feel his tongue playing with my foreskin, then he rolls it back and bathes my glans, running his tongue round and round it, then pulls my skin forward again with his tongue trapped under it. "Oh, Jesus, Nick, you're fucking good at this," I groan. "You're driving me crazy." I let out a few grunts and sighs and the occasional gasp to let him know how much pleasure he's giving me. Ron has pushed my briefs down to his thighs and is pumping his own cock. Nick glances sideways to watch him. I lovingly run my fingers through the boy's hair and caress the back of his neck. I can feel my orgasm building. I start to sound like a bad porn video. "Ooooh. Shhhh! Mmmmm! Oh, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck! Yeah, oh yeah, suck my cock baby." He bobs his head up and down, masturbating me with his lips. "Suck it!" I yell, somewhat unnecessarily. "Suck my hot, stiff cock, you little slut! You darling little cocksucker, you fuckin' whore!" I'm getting carried away. I thrust my hips upwards and he briefly takes my cock from his mouth while continuing to stroke it. Then it happens. My cock explodes, shooting one long stream of cum on to his face. He immediately clamps his lips round it again and I shoot a second blob, then a third. His hand milks me as smaller and smaller spurts eject. He takes his mouth off me and looks in my eyes, with a look that I can only describe as adoration. His mouth is open, full of my cum. More cum drips down his cheek on to his chin, where it hangs, threatening to fall. I reach out, wipe it with my finger and offer it to him to suck. He takes it in his mouth, then swallows. He licks his lips. "You were right, Tony. Sucking you was even better than being sucked.. I could feel how excited you were." "Sorry about calling you those names," I said. "I got carried away." "No, it's alright. You can call me a cocksucker, 'cos that's what I am now. And a slut too, I guess." "But you're our slut," says Ron. I'd almost forgotten poor Ron, watching his nephew suck his first cock and unable to touch him. Amazingly, despite the fact that I've just cum, I think about how exciting it would be to watch Nick finish him off. Usually at this time, I'm totally disinterested in sex, but somhow, I'm still excited. Alas, the rules won't allow Nick to do it, so I lean across and push Ron's hand off his cock, replacing it with my own. "If you came on Nick's face, would that count as inappropriate touching?" I ask. "Not if I don't actually touch him. My promise didn't say anything about my cum touching him." "How about it, Nick. You wanna scootch over here between Ron's legs and let me wank him off so he cums on your face? I thought so. Can you get a little closer so he doesn't miss? Perfect. Just relax, Ron, we're gonna take our sweet time." I should say at this point that Rons' cock, though a tad shorter than mine, is slightly thicker, which is why it feels so nice when it's up my arse, and it, too, is uncut. Right at this moment, it feels like iron encased in velvet as I slowly stroke it. We look down at the boy, kneeling with his face close to his uncles balls, getting a close-up of the action. I'm gonna have to aim it down at the crucial moment. Ron starts to grunt and groan and mutters, "You like my cock, don't you, you little fucking tease! I've seen you sneaking looks at it, lthough you didn't need to sneak. I'd have shown it to you any time you wanted. Oh, fuck, Tony, that feels good." There's more to wanking a dick than just moving your hand up and down. There's speed and varying pressure, length of stroke, fingers versus fist, all sorts of variables, and I bring all my skill to bear. After several long minutes I know he's gonna cum. "Get ready, Nick," I call and he tilts his head back and opens his mouth. A dozen strokes later, Ron cums, big blobs of thick, creamy cum, most of which lands on his nephew's forehead, nose and cheeks, but more than a little goes right into his grinning mouth. All in all, it's a lot more erotic that any of the cum shots I got from the internet. Before Nick has a chance to wipe any of the cum from his face, I grip him under the arms and pull him up so he's lying on top of me. I put my arms round him and lick his face, taking care not to swallow any cum. Then I press my lips to his and he opens his mouth, letting my tongue push as much cum as possible inside. He sucks on my tongue, then lifts his head. "That was nice, Tony. I got lots more cum." He lies there, his body sprawled on top of mine, his hard cock pressed against my stomach, his head on my chest. "You didn't get to cum," I murmur to him. "You can suck me later, if you like," he says. "I've got a better idea. How would you like to fuck me?" He looks up at me, his eyes big. "Really? Up the arse? Doesn't it hurt?" I laugh. "Your uncle, among others, has fucked me so often that you could put two dicks up there and it wouldn't hurt a bit. My arse has stretched, and I think your dick will fit nicely." His face lights up. "Cool," he whispers, then, to my surprise, "Do you wanna fuck me?" Even Ron is shocked. "I love you for saying that, but you're way too young." I say. "You need to prepare for weeks before you'll be ready to take a dick up there. Don't worry, we'll help you. I'm truly flattered, though." Talking of preparation, I wanna go take a shower. I take Nick's hand and head for my bedroom to pick up a clean pair of white briefs. In the bathroom, I put them on. "Why are you putting clean underpants on before you shower?" Nick asks. "Just wait and see," I say. I step into the shower, leaving the glass door open. The floor might get wet, but fuck it. I turn the water on and get thoroughly wet. My half hard cock is perfectly visible through the wet cotton. I take the bottle of liquid soap, pull out the waistband of my briefs and squirt some on to my cock, and do the same down the back. I put the bottle back on the shelf and start to rub my cock and balls and my bum until my whole midriff is a mass of suds. By now, my cock is rigid. Then I wash myself all over and take my time rinsing myself off. All the while, Nick is staring at me. Finally, I lean back against the shower wall, my wet briefs stretched over my hard cock. "Whotcha think?" I ask, thrusing my hips out. "Ain't that a fuckin' beautiful cock?' "It is," he breathes. "Now come in here and let me wash your briefs." I do the same procedure to hime and have the satisfaction of feeling his cock respond immediately to my touch. His bulge may not match mine, but it's impressive, nevertheless. Then I put my hands on his bum and pull his body against mine. His arms go round my neck and He hugs me, our cocks grinding together. I can hear his breath quickening in my ear. "Oh, Nick," I whisper, "I think I'm falling in love with you." He leans his head back and lets me kiss him on the lips, my tongue probing his mouth, his own tongue responding. We run out of air and break apart. I hold him at arm's length and look in his eyes. "It's time you fucked me," I say, then drop to my knees, pulling his wet briefs down his legs. "But first, just a little suck to get us going." "I'm already going," he says as I take his hard little cock in my mouth. I keep it brief as I don't want him to get too far ahead of me. Then I stand up and start to slide my briefs off, but he pushes my hands away, dropping to his knees. "Let me take them off," he says, slowly sliding them down. My cock springs free, hitting him on the chin. When my briefs are round my ankles, he takes them off and tosses them aside. "A little suck for me, too," he pleads, looking up at me. For a few seconds I let his sweet, soft lips to their work and then I take him by the shoulders and lift him up. From the liquid soap bottle I lube his cock thoroughly, then turn my back on him, one hand on the shower wall, the other guiding his cock to my hungry arse. As he puts the tip against my hole, I hear the bathroom door open and Ron comes in still wearing my briefs, carrying the camcorder. Clearly, he's recovered, because the briefs are bulging. "Oh, yeah!" I hear him say. "Go on, you little sex toy. Fuck Tony! Fuck him right up the arse! He loves it, I can tell you. He likes it hard and deep and savage. Fuck his brains out, and when you've finished, I'm gonna fuck him too." I push my bum back and feel Nick's cock slide smoothly into me. It may be smaller than I'd like, but it's Nick;s, my darling little stud, and I'm perfectly happy. I relax on the in stroke and clench my arse on the out stroke. It's like wanking him with my arse. I hear him gasping and groaning. "Oh, my God!" he whisper in my ear. "This is blowing my mind." "Fuck me, Nick!" I croak. "Just keep shoving your gorgeous cock up my arse! Oh, this is soooo good! Yeah, you're doing great. Keep it up, don't stop, you're taking me to heaven." But then I feel several long hard thrusts and I know he's cumming. I'm disappointed that it's over, but delighted that I was able to arouse him and make him cum so quickly. I feel his cock slide out of me. "Here, Nick, grab the camera," calls Ron. "I'm gonna fuck him too. I want it all on video." He steps into the shower, pulling my briefs down his legs, revealing that his cock is about as hard as I've ever seen it. We don't bother with any soap, my arse is already lubricated with Nick's cum and Ron just unceremoniously shoves his cock all the way up my in a single thrust. I gasp with pleasure. "Are you getting this, Nick?" he calls. "Perfectly. You should see Tony's face. I think he IS in heaven." I am. I love being fucked, and being watched by a twelve year old boy while it's happening is the icing on the cake. Ron, ever considerate, reaches round and strokes my cock as he thrusts faster and faster into me. I'm right on the edge as I feel him cum inside me, and he keeps going for almost half a minute longer until his cock begins to soften. He pulls out of me and I turn to face him. I push my cock against his and my orgasm explodes, splattering cum all over his abdomen, cock and balls. He laughs. "A cum bath!" he says, grinning. "I love a cum bath. I can never get too much cum." "Me neither," I say. "That was awesome, guys. Thank you both very much." Later, in the living room, sitting on the couch in fresh briefs borrowed from my drawer, we look at the video. My underpants look a bit baggy on Nick, but that doesn't detract from his sexiness. The action has all been captured faithfully on the screen. "Fuckin' awesome," says Nick. "I can't wait find out what it feels like to be fucked." "We have to prepare you," says Ron. "Lie back and pull the crotch of your briefs aside," I say, putting my middle finger in my mouth to wet it. "Here we go." He smiles at me as my finger slides smoothly into him. The End.