ONE DAY

                                                                              Part 3

 

                             In this Chapter Reece Maggs makes his appearance, and, because he is a well-bred boy, he will speak nicely in bold italics.

 

I felt a right dork when I turned up at the bleeding evening class; half a dozen blokes in their fifties and sixties, another half dozen women and me!

I didn't spot Reece Maggs at first, an' I thought I'd made a right tit of meself going there, but it were me only chance of getting at him, so I'd gone and done it.

Like no way was I gonna miss out on the chance, cos I knows for definite I'm a fully functioning bent boy now. Like I biked round to Mr Kevil's a couple of times in the week, after school, like, an' he were a bit dodgy about me doing that till I got me kit off for him, then he sorta changed his mind and fucked me. I gobbled him again as well, an' I weren't in such a hurry to swallow that time either, an' I quite liked it.

Mr Kevil said I'd like it loads more when it were Reece Maggs spunking in me mouth, an' I knew I'd have no problems with that!

So, like I'm as bent as buggery an' I got a man what shags me, an' now I wants a boy to shag meself, an' I wants Reece Maggs to be that boy.

I were just about to give this golf thing up an' piss off home when he turns up, an' no way is I pissing off home now! Reece Maggs is so fucking gorgeous!

Like this is the first time I seen him proper, not just occasional glimpses in school, but real proper where I can get  a good look at him, and he is just so fucking hot!

Yeah, I know he's thirteen an' a year younger than me, but I spose that's right cos I'm gonna be shagging him so I guess I should be older. I dunno if I'd even fancy him proper if he was the same age as me, but I dunno where that idea came from either.

"I know you, don't I? You go to my school." I was surprised to see another boy there, but it was a really nice change from all the oldies, someone I could at least talk to. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name. I'm Reece." I gave him a smile, hoping we'd get on because it would be nice to have someone around my age to be around and not feel so out of place as I had felt, being the only boy there.

Fuck! He'd spoken to me! My wank dream had spoken to me! An' he ain't just spoken, he'd bleeding smiled an' all!

"Yeah," I stammers, cos I ain't expected me wank dream to speak to me, "Yeah, I'm in Year Ten. I'm Jason," I manages to get out an' fuck me, he's holding out his hand, not for a fist bump or a high five, but a proper shake. I'm gonna actually hold his hand!

I'm in real trouble now, ain't I, cos no way can I think of cunt when I'm looking at him an' if I shakes hands with him I'm gonna be touching him and I know damn well what me cock's gonna think of that!

"Have you ever played before? Or are you just starting, like me? I'm not really very good at all, so I hope you don't make me look silly." He'd said he was Year Ten, and if we were in school I wouldn't be talking to him, but we weren't in school and he looked like he was quite a nice boy, not one of the rough sort, so I hoped he'd be okay with talking to a mere Year Nine boy.

"Never done it before," I manages to get out, an' takes his hand, an' it's almost like when Mr Kevil licked me nipple, I gets this shot of electric right through me, an' I knows I'm not gonna be able to stop me cock from boning up.

I thought for just a moment he wasn't going to let go of my hand, which was a bit strange, and so was the way he was looking at me. I know I do get quite a lot of odd looks from older boys and from some men as well, but I suppose that's because I am a rather good looking boy; my dad sometimes jokes that I look more like a girl than a boy, and I ought to have my hair cut shorter or my mother will have to start buying me dresses. And I liked my hair the way it is; it's not really long, not shoulder length, though it does go over the collar of my school shirt, and I have it down over my ears, and although it's not exactly curly, it does have little natural waves in it that my mother says would cost a fortune to have them put in by a hairdresser.

"I know it's a little presumptive of me," I gave the boy a smile, "But I do hope we can be friends. Not at school, of course, we couldn't do that, not with me being Year Nine and you in Year Ten, but here that doesn't really matter, does it?"

Fuck! He'd smiled at me again, an' he's so fucking hot! An' he says he wants to be friends!  Mr Kevil had said he was bit girly, an' I sees what he means, but that don't make no difference. He is hot, hot hot!

"Yeah, course we can be friends," I says, "I reckon you're okay."

How lame was that? Okay? He's fucking steaming! Yeah, he's a bit girly and well posh, like, but that don't make no difference, I wants to get in his pants even more!

Course, I'm wondering what he's got in his pants, if he's got hairs yet and can spunk; he should be able to spunk if he's fourteen in January, so he's thirteen and eight months now, but he probly ain't got many hairs yet, an' his cock won't be as big as mine, but I don't care how big it is, I still wants to suck it.

Luckily we has to start trying to his these balls then, plastic ones with holes in so they don't go very far; we's in the Sports Hall, so obviously we can't use real golf balls. I'm managing to hit a few, but Reece seemed bloody good to me, he hit every one he went for, so bollocks to him saying he weren't no good at it.

Jason was on the mat to my left, so I couldn't actually see what he was doing, but he wasn't hitting many balls properly, so I stopped to see what he was doing wrong. The Professional who was taking the lesson was far more interested in a couple of the women, who looked as though they were well off, and  he was probably thinking of them as prospective Club members, so I thought I'd try to help Jason out a bit if I could.

"I think you're standing up when you hit," I said, "You have to stay in the same position, and not try to see where you've hit it, because that means your head comes up and you only hit the top of the ball. Sorry," I added, "I don't mean to sound know-all, sorry."

"Nah, that's fine," I says. I couldn't give a fuck if he was being know-all or not, he were talking to me and I didn't give a fuck about what he said as long as he talked to me.
I were standing behind him when we tried to hit, so I think the reason why I weren't hitting too many was cos I were looking at his bum, but I couldn't tell him that, like, could I.

I gives him a grin, like an' we goes back to hitting balls, an' I tries to do what he said an' it seemed to work cos I did hit more, except  when I were staring at his bum.

"Do you fancy going outside for a bit of a break?" I turned to talk to Jason and was surprised to see he was staring at me, but I supposed he was trying to see how I did my swing so he could copy me. "Mr Rodgers won't mind; he's only really interested in those women."

"Yeah, could do with a break," I says, and going outside with Reece seemed like a bloody good idea to me, cos if there were just the two of us, he'd have to talk to me some more.

"I know I've only known you for about twenty minutes," I said when we were outside, "So it's a bit pushy of me, but do you smoke?" I dug my hand in my trackie's pocket and brought out a packet and my lighter. "I know it's bad," I grinned, "But it's nice to be naughty now and again."

You got no idea how naughty I wanna be with you, I thought, but all I said was, "Yeah, now and again. Not a lot like, just now and again."

Like now and again after Mr Kevil has done me, but I couldn't say that!

"Ain't got any to give you one back, though," I shrugged despondently.

"No problem," I gave Jason another smile "I expect you can give me one some other time."

Did this kid have the faintest idea what he just said? I'd give him one any time he wanted!

An' course, me cock started to rise an' when I tried to think of cunt all that came into me mind was what Reece's cock might be like.

"Hope so," I says, "Like, hope I can give you one sometime."

Fuck! Why had I said that? Like make it bloody obvious you're after him, why don't you?

I liked Jason. I know my parents wouldn't be at all keen on me liking him; Jason was obviously from a farm worker's family or something, he didn't speak at all like Mummy and Daddy would think was a proper way to speak, but I didn't care about that one little bit. He seemed nice, he was happy to talk and be friends with a Year Nine boy, and he wasn't at all pushy about being a year older than me.

He did keep looking at me, though, and sometimes he had a sort of funny look in his eyes.

Then I spotted something else. I ought not to have spotted it, but I just happened to be looking at him there and I saw what I shouldn't see, or shouldn't be seen seeing anyway. Jason had a hard-on! It was so obvious, and I suppose that may have been why he kept giving me funny looks, wondering if I had noticed or anything.

I sneaked another look when I thought Jason wasn't looking at me, and it looked really big!

I stared at it a moment too long, though, because Jason turned back and he saw exactly where I was looking!

I went bright red!

"Sorry, Jason," I mumbled, "Please don't hit me."

"Hit you? Why the fuck should I want to hit you?"

"Because you caught me looking," I stammered. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have. Sorry."

"Why not, if you want to," I shrugged, "Ain't no big deal, is it." Fuck me, this couldn't have gone better if someone had written the script! He'd seen me bone an' he'd stared at it! He had to be into cock or he wouldn't have stared at it!

"No É I mean yes ÉNo," I was blushing like a fire engine, and my face felt hot enough to be in need of one.

`Never look a gift boy in the mouth,' Mr Kevil had said when we were chatting about how he got all them boys when he was on holiday, so I weren't gonna miss a chance like this, was I?

Course, I could get it all wrong, an' he'd do one on his toes an' I'd never get near him again, but I didn't see no point in beating about the bush so I says, "It's cos I never wears no pants, so when I bones up it's sometimes bloody obvious."

`No pants?" I gasped at the sheer wickedness of it, and I couldn't stop myself from looking again, and even though Jason was wearing jeans, there was no mistaking what the lump in them was! And why should he have a bone anyway? All we were doing was having a smoke and talking about nothing.

"Go on," I grins, cos the tables were well turned now, weren't they; I weren't the shy one no more, I were after his cock an' he'd given me a way I might be able to get at it, "Have good look if you wants, I don't mind."

"You don't? I couldn't believe Jason had said that, saying I could stare at his bone, then I thought he may be going to spread it around that I had stared at it. "You won't say anything, will you? At school, I mean?"

"What, like, I went to this golf thing and Reece Maggs was there an' he couldn't get his eyes off me bulge. That sorta thing?"

"Yes," I mumbled, "I'd be dead if you said that to anyone."

"You an' me both, mate," I says, "Cos everyone'd wanna know why you ain't got two black eyes."

"Oh," I said when I understood what he meant, "You mean they'd think I was gay for looking and you were gay for not hitting me for looking."

"Got it in one, mate," I grins at him, "So I ain't gonna say I sprung a bone an' you looked at it an' I said you can look as much as you want. An' anyway, someone'd be bound to ask why I got a bone when I was outside with you, wouldn't they?"

Yeah, I were well pushing it now, but Mr Kevil had said Reece was as gay as a circus full of clowns, an' I don't reckon Mr Kevil gets thing like that wrong too often.

"But it just came, didn't it? I know mine does that sometimes, but mine's not as big as yours and I do have to wear tight briefs because that's what  my mother always buys."

"Yeah, I spose you could say it just came," I agreed, hoping he might do a bit of thinking. "They does pop up now and again, but usually it's cos of what you's thinking."

"Oh," I said, not really following what he meant, "But there's nothing out here that could ÉÉ. " I trailed off as I did start to understand and follow what he meant. "Oh," I said again as the penny started to drop.

I could tell from the way his eyes went all wide and he had to swallow a gulp that he was doing some adding up and getting an answer or two.

"You mean ÉÉÉÉ.?"

I shrugged. "Any chance of another one of your fags? Unless you wanna go back in an' hit some more plastic balls, of course."

I did not want to go back in and hit some more plastic balls! This was far more interesting! I fished in my pocket and got out the packet and my lighter again, and handed one to Jason and took another for myself. I only sneaked the odd one now and again, but this seemed like a time to sneak more than one.

"Thanks, Reece," I said and, bugger me, but did I get a thrill from saying his name, or what! "You're one cool kid. I likes you, you're fun."

"Thanks, Jason, I think you're cool as well. Did you really bone up because ÉÉÉ" I wanted to say `because of me' but I didn't dare.

"Well, it deffo weren't cos of the car park," I grins, "So unless you can come up with some other reason."

"Oh! Gosh! You got a bone because of me? Really? Really and truly?"

"So know you know there ain't no way I'm gonna be telling anyone you sneaked a peek."

"I did more than sneak a peek," I giggled, "I had a full on stare. Jason ÉÉ" I had to pluck up the courage to say the next bit, "Do you like me? You know, like me not as a sort of friend but ÉÉ."

"You mean, would I like to snog your face off, rip off your tight briefs and suck you dry? Give you one guess."

There, that was me outed and no messing!

"Oh," I said because I couldn't think what else to say for a bit. "Do you think I'm gay? Or is it because I look a bit like a girl? I know I do, because my Father is always saying Mother ought to buy me a dress. I think he thinks I'm gay, but he's never actually said so."

"Don't give a dry wank if you're gay or not," I tells him, talking dirty deliberately cos I had the feelin the dirtier I was the more chance I had of getting into his knickers, "An' I don't think you look nothing like a girl. Do look a lot like one well tasty boy though," I grins at him so he gets the message.

I sniggered at Jason's dirty talk, I hadn't all that long ago given up dry wanks for the real thing, so I knew what he meant, the real ones were so, so much better. "You fancy me," I sniggered.

"Just a bit," I shrugs, "Like I usually has three or four wanks a day thinking about you."

"Three or four? Every day? Good job you don't fancy me loads then." We both fell about laughing then, "Be twenty," I giggled.

"And the rest," I giggles as well. "Gotta see you again," I dares.

"And not outside a sports hall where someone might come out and catch us ÉÉ.smoking." And we collapse with laughter again, because we both know that smoking was not what we had in mind at all.

"You okay with seeing me again? Like, really okay? You do know I wants to get at your cock, don't you."

"And you know I could get my eyes off yours," I grinned.

"Let you see it proper next time."

"And I'll let you suck me dry. Not tear my knickers off though, because that would leave me with some awkward explaining to do."

"Don't forget about the snogging your face off bit."

"Won't. Promise."

We went back in and Jason started hitting the balls really quite well.

"Easy now," I giggled, "Just keep me eyes on balls. Reckon I can manage that."

 

"He's amazing," I grinned at Mr Kevil. I was naked, of course, on the bed in his `boy adoration vehicle', and he'd just spent an hour eating me all over, front and back, and finished off with a mouthful of his favourite flavour. "It was so easy, I still can't believe how easy it was. He's gonna let me suck him and snog him when we get the chance to do it. I reckon he might even let me fuck him as well."

Jason now was just how I like my boys, totally compliant. Submissive, but not in the S&M meaning of submissive. I didn't have to put a collar on him and lead him round like a dog or anything like that, I didn't even need to spank him, though I was tempted occasionally to turn his bum red, if only to see if it had an effect on the way he fucked, but he was so good at taking cock inside him I didn't feel it would make any significant difference. What made him so perfect was that, for five days a week, he was a normal schoolboy and that, for him, I was just another teacher.

At weekends he was a completely different boy, presenting me with his naked adolescent body because he wanted to, because it was his duty to please the alpha male and that was a duty he gave himself up to utterly.

There was no doubt that his enjoyment in being enjoyed had gone up a notch or two since he started, in effect, `going out' with Reece Maggs. They'd only had a couple of meetings, because that was another `out of school' affair, and this was the second Saturday Jason had been with me after seeing Reece on the Thursday at those golf evening classes, and the second time he'd given me an account of how it all went.

They hadn't managed to get beyond the looking at each other and telling each other how much they wanted to get at each other's cocks stage because, apparently, they couldn't think of a place to do any more than that.

"You give me a really good fucking an' I might let you do me a favour," I grinned at Mr Kevil. The brill thing about Mr Kevil was that I let him do everything he wanted to do, cos I loved everything he did to me; he was the boss when it came to having sex, but I'd worked out I could twist him round me cock no trouble if I wanted to. I spose that's the ace thing about being a boy for a man, you give him everything he wants, which you does cos you loves doing it, an' you can get things from him sometimes cos he adores your body and wants to keep you happy.

Works for me, anyway.

"I don't know," he says after he's given me a well good fucking.

Jason wanted me to make the camper van available for him and Reece to get it together. They couldn't do it at Reece's place because his mother was always at home, and Jason's place was out because some other kids from school lived in those flats, so he'd be totally busted if he tried to take Reece there.

"Like you don't have to be around," he wheedled, "An' I won't say to Reece it's your place, just belongs to someone I know an' I know where he keeps the key under a flower pot or something.

We won't make a mess or nothing, promise."

It was a plan fraught with danger, the chances of Reece finding out that the cottage was where I lived and the camper was mine, were not minimal, and, of course, if he found that out then he'd find out that I was fucking Jason as well. A consummation devoutly not to be wished!

But, of course, a man who adores boys is putty in the hands of a naked one, and I agreed, Jason thanking me by giving me a superb suck and really taking his time eating my spunk, which, of course, he knew would turn me on big time. Boys are manipulative creatures, especially when they're naked and can suck like Jason!

 

"How you fixed for getting home late after school? Like I mean well late, like seven or something?" We was outside the sports hall having a fag. I'd conned Mr Kevil into giving me a pack so I were able to give Reece one of mine this time.

"I couldn't do that straight after school. I'd have to go home first." No way could I convince my parents to let me stay out that late straight from school.

"Ain't you got a mate or something what you could say you was going round his?"

"I'm talking to my only real friend right now," I smile, I know Jason really likes to see me smile. He says it gives him a bone, and it usually does. It's actually rather fun to be able to get him hard just by smiling at him. It proves somehow that he really does fancy me and that makes me feel nice inside.

"Shit!" Even though Reece is well posh, he don't mind me swearing. He says it's part of me and just cos he's posh an' I'm not, he don't want me to try to change nothing just cos we're going out together.

"I might be able to get out on my bike, though, for a couple of hours or so. The man who runs our cross-country team says cycling is really good for building up leg strength, and I do go for some quite long rides sometimes."

"Fucking ace!" I grins at him, "You know where Little Hampton is?"

"Oh yes, it's out in the wilds, all country lanes round there, and some little hills as well. It's good for cycling round there."

"You reckon you can get there about four? School finishes quarter to three."

"Not by four, school bus takes ages. Be there by half past, though."

"Cool, still give us about hour and a half. Should be enough time to suck you dry."

"And snog my face off," I grinned, "Don't forget you promised to do that as well."

"Oh, I ain't forgotten," I sniggers. "Next Wednesday, and make sure you got full balls."

I thought it was all a joke at first, but now I wasn't sure. "You serious? You know somewhere we can go?"

"Yeah, but it's a total secret. You gotta swear never to tell anyone. Deep, deep shit if you do."

"Oh, yes," I mimicked what Jason had said a couple or so weeks ago when I saw him with that bone, "Hey guys, guess what. Jason Price in Year Ten and I went out to this place in Little Hampton and he snogged my face off and sucked me dry. Somehow I don't think so." He giggled and gave me a mock punch on the arm, and I giggled with him. Going out with Jason was really fun, and if he was serious about next Wednesday and did what he said he was going to do, by this time next week I'd have a real, proper boyfriend!

"If you're really serious, I won't have a wank after Sunday night," I offered, "Have loads for you to suck out."

"Fucking hell, Reece, you're really great," and, course, I meant it an' all, I were bleeding nuts about him and no messing. "An' yeah, I'm dead serious. I do really an' truly wanna get at your cock, you know."

"And I'm dying to see that great big bone of yours," I sniggered. "And I think you're great as well."

 

Course, I had to get Mr Kevil to agree to be out till seven next Wednesday, we couldn't have his car parked outside, could we. Like Reece was bound to recognise it an' obviously I knew Mr Kevil were running a huge risk letting me use his camper van to do Reece in, an' I promised again that we wouldn't make any mess, and told him he was fucking ace for letting us use the van, an' I said I'd be up for letting him spank me as a thank you if he wanted, but he just snogged me instead and hoped it would be as much fun for me as I were hoping it would be cos I reckon he knew how nuts I was about Reece.

"I can probly get a couple of pics of him on me phone if you wants," I says, `You know, nudy ones like," but he said better not, cos it wouldn't be fair on Reece taking nude pics of him without him knowing I were gonna show them to him.

 

"We can't go down there, it's a private driveway, isn't it?" I was feeling mare than a bit nervous now. I really hadn't wanked since Sunday night, half looking forward to my first ever sex and half not believing it was going to happen, and getting more and more nervous about it since I'd met up with Jason and we'd cycled out to here, and now he wanted us to go down someone's private driveway.

I could tell Reece was almost bricking it, and, fair play, I couldn't blame him. It were alright for me, cos I knew it were dead safe, but no way could I let Reece in on why I knew it were dead safe, so I had to make stuff up an' hope he swallowed it.

"Nah, it's fine," I says, trying to sound all big and confident like, though I were having a brick or two of me own in case Reece bottled out, like. "Bloke what lives here is always out till around eight on a Wednesday, I checked."

"You checked? How?" I was really nervous now, what if we got caught? Even caught now, just on our bikes on someone's driveway?

"Biked out here in the summer," I was all casual like, "Saw this driveway thing an' got nosy, went down to see what was at the end. Then, when we started, well you know, wanting to do stuff like, and didn't have nowhere to go, I thought of this place and come out here a few evenings after school to see what was going down here, and I spotted the bloke don't get home till about eight on Wednesdays."

I wouldn't have believed that shit if someone said it to me, but I had to say something, didn't I.

"We going to É.. you know, in those woods?" I couldn't see anywhere else we could but I really didn't feel safe about doing it there.

"Nah, mate," I says, "Somewhere way better than that, Come on, you'll see." An' I starts off down the drive not looking to see if Reece is following cos I thought there were more chance of him going through with it if I acted all big, like.

"In here, mate," I says pointing to Mr Kevil's camper van, "I knows where he keeps the key, an' if we hides our bikes round the back of it an' he does come back, he'll never see our bikes there, and he sure as fuck ain't gonna come an' check his van, is he."

"I'm scared, Jason," I almost whimpered, "I'm really scared we might get caught."

"Trust me," I says, which were easy for me cos I knew no way was we gonna get caught, "Look, how about we parks our bikes outa sight an' has a fag? Then, if you's still scared an' not up for it, we just has a quick snog an' goes home."

"Alright," I whispered. We might get away with it if we were just caught smoking, and if nobody was around I think I was up for a quick kiss or something. We hadn't touched each other at all apart from that very first handshake and a few play punches, and I really wanted to touch Jason and have him touch me.

We lights our fags an' sits on a sorta log seat what I knew was there, an' I just wants to grab Reece an' hug him, but there were something I had to say to him first. We'd sorta almost outed ourselves to each other, I spose, but all that could just have been, like, boy stuff, not serious like, an' I reckoned I had to tell Reece I were dead serious about him. I spose that were Mr Kevil, saying he never, ever took advantage of a boy, an' I sorta thought I gotta do the same.

"You know I's absolutely fucking crazy about you, don't you, Reece," I starts.

"Yeh," I giggle, `You wank about me four times a day."

"Nah, not that, you daft sod, I mean real nuts, like. I wants you to be me boyfriend." Fuck me, but that took some saying!

"Me too," I said, "I want you as my boyfriend."

"Yeah," I says, an' if the last bit were hard it weren't nothing as hard as this bit. "But I gotta tell you, I'm total bleeding bent. I mean, I ain't messing, I's as bent as they come. You want a bent bugger for a boyfriend?"

I thought it was amazing for Jason to say that. I knew he wanted my cock, he'd not made any secret of that, but to say that it wasn't just for a bit of fun, to say out loud to me that he was, well, into boys and not girls, was terribly brave of him. It was so sweet of him as well, because I knew he was giving me a chance to run away; he could have just had my cock because I'd told him that he could suck me, so he could have done that without having to tell me he was gay. I might be only thirteen, but I am not stupid, I could see what Jason was really saying; this was not going to be just a bit of boys having some naughty fun together, not for Jason anyway. If I let Jason kiss me and suck me, at some point he was going to want my bum as well.

I had a pull at my cigarette, and decided if Jason was honest and brave, then I had to be as well. I couldn't actually look at him, that would have made it all too difficult, so I stared at the ground instead.

"I really don't know if I'm gay or not. I know my Father thinks I'm gay, he says I'm too pretty to be a boy and I ought to wear a dress, so I know he thinks I'm gay. You might think that as well, I mean, that may be why you fancy me, because you think I'm gay. Or perhaps it's just that you think I'm pretty as well, so that could be why you want to go out with me, you know, a gay boy wanting to go out with a pretty boy, just like other boys are always trying to get with the best looking girls.
I don't know if I am gay, Jason. I do think of boys and men when I wank, much more than I think of girls; in fact, if I'm being honest, I never think of girls, so I suppose I might be gay. I don't know. That may be because I've not been spunking for very long, I don't know.
I do know I want to be your boyfriend though." I looked up after I'd said that, looked right at him, hoping he'd understood what I was trying to say.

"Come here," I says when he's finished, an' I grabs him an' pulls him in for a massive cuddle; I reckon it were more of a bear hug than a cuddle, but it were the best I could do, an' I did just wanna squash him right into me. Cos we were that close, me face were close to his, though I were a bit taller so I had to bend a bit to get me mouth on his.

He never tried to back away or nothing, so I had a nibble of his bottom lip, like what Mr Kevil had done when he first snogged me, an' then I sorta wiggles me lips like, as a hint I wanted him to open up, an' after a bit he does an' I gets me tongue in his mouth.

It weren't nothing like that first snog with Mr Kevil when I went crazy when his tongue went in me mouth, Reece didn't go crazy, but he didn't stop me either, an' in a bit he were twisting his tongue round mine, but it weren't crazy twisting, it were all sorta slow and gentle somehow.

I reckon we must have looked a right pair of dorks, cos we has one arm round each other an' the other's stuck straight out sideways cos we still got our fags in our hands an' we was making sure we didn't burn bits of each other while we snogged.

I just melted into Jason when he hugged me. I know that sounds like the silly, romantic stuff you get in stories, but I really did, and then he kissed me. I suppose that meant my Father is right, I really am gay, because I was kissing another boy and it was quite wonderful.

"Please, Jason, can I be your boyfriend?"

The key was where Mr Kevil had said it would be; there's a compartment sorta thing where the gas bottles go and it were on a hook in there. I just goes straight to it without thinking cos I knew it'd be there. An' I opens up and takes Reece straight into the day room bit where there's that big couch. I'd have loved to have done Reece in the bed but that'd mean we messed up the sheets and would have to make the bed again when we'd finished, and it'd be a bit obvious like that someone had been in there.

Course, I didn't have to worry about that cos Mr Kevil knew I were taking Reece there to do him, but, course, Reece didn't know that, did he. I flops down on the couch an', after a second or two, Reece flops down beside me an' I wants to eat him like Mr Kevil eats me, cos he were so fucking gorgeous.

He had on his cycling stuff, proper stuff, you know, lycra top an' bike shorts, that stuff what clings to you like a second skin. His was all pale blue an' he looked fucking stunning! I just had an ordinary tee shirt an' football shorts on, so I spose I must have looked just like any other kid of fourteen, but Reece was bleeding amazing.

Course, me cock what had taken a bit of a rest after we'd finished our first snog outside like, bones up again straight off, no messing, and when you's wearing footy shorts with nothing underneath there ain't no hiding a boner!

"You really do like me, then," I giggle, looking at Jason's hard-on.
I had some sort of feeling that things weren't quite as Jason said they were, he'd found that key straight away, as though he knew where it was, and he'd brought me straight into this part of this enormous camper van, again as though he knew about the couch that we were sitting on.

I forgot about all that, though as I stared at Jason's hard-on, sticking up in his shorts. I wanted to see it properly and feel it, hold it and wank it for him.

"Think you're fucking gorgeous." I almost said `beautiful' cos that's what I thought he was, but I didn't know if I could say that, cos he's a boy an' so am I an' I don't think boys says stuff like that to each other. Even bent ones to might be gay ones.

"See it proper if you wants," I offered, making me cock jerk a bit.

"Can I? And I expect you'll want to see mine as well."

"Not just your cock, mate, wants to see the whole fucking lot of you. Wants to see you stark bleeding naked."

"Oh!" I hadn't thought about that. I suppose I thought we'd just get our cocks out, not do things naked. "Is that safe? I mean ÉÉÉ.."

"Told you, ain't no-one coming. Trust me. An' anyway, I bet you look bleeding fantastic naked."

"I don't know. It's not very big. And I've got hardly any hairs yet."

"Mmmmm, yummy," I grins, "I ain't got none at all."

"What? I mean, you must have. You're a year older than me and your cock is huge."

"Ain't that big," I shrugs, "An' I ain't got no hairs cos I shaves them off."

"You what!?"

"Told you I was a bent bugger, didn't I. Did it one day cos I wondered what it'd be like an' now I thinks it's dead sexy; feels ace an' so much better when I wanks an' all. That's when I stopped wearing pants as well."

"Can I see it, please?" I begged, "I'll undress if you let me see it."

"Course you can fucking see it. You're me boyfriend, ain't you?" An' I peels off me tee and tugs me shorts down and off so Reece can get a well good look at what I got. I leans back an' stretches me legs out an' a bit apart so's he can see the lot, cos I wants him to stare at it an' like what he's staring at.

Jason is huge! Well, to be honest I don't know if he really is huge as his is the first one I've seen, but it seemed huge to me. Far bigger than mine; I thought you could get three or four of mine out of his if it was something like play dough or modelling clay. And he was right, there wasn't a hair on him. That ought to have been , a boy with a cock that size not having any hair, but I could see what Jason meant, it really did look sexy like that. My little cock went very hard and wasn't at all comfortable, trapped inside my briefs.

I'd given Jason a promise, so I had to keep it. I stood up, because lycra isn't that easy to get off, and I struggled out of my top, peeled my shorts down, hesitated for just a moment, then got rid of my tight briefs, and stood there so Jason could look at me.

Fuck! Reece weren't good, he were bleeding perfect! Way, way better than any of the kids I'd looked at in porn! Yeah, he were Year Nine an' he had the body of a Year Nine kid, sorta slender, like, but perfectly put together. No sign of fat on him an' his legs looked well strong, long, shapely an' strong. That was cos he did cross country running and cycling, I spose, but they is well hot, horny legs!

He's right about his cock, it ain't very big, but it is bloody hard! It's almost pressed against his flat tummy, pointing up towards his face. Thank fuck he's got a foreskin, cos I thinks the ones that ain't got one ain't all that nice to look at, not that I seen a real one like that of course, just in porn. It ain't a long skin like what mine is, cos it's peeled back so the tip of his cock's on show, I spose that's cos he really is well hard an' all.

I don't mind that it's small, means I can get all of it in me mouth when I sucks it, an' do the things with me tongue what Mr Kevil does for me, an' he right about his hairs an' all, he's got hardly any an' what he has got is blond like his head, so you can hardly see them at all.

"You are fucking beautiful, Reece," I says before I realises I's said he's beautiful.

I blush a bit when Jason says that, but at the same time I hope he means it and isn't just saying it. I want him to think that, think I'm beautiful; I want him to be my real, proper boyfriend and want to do things to me and let me do things to him.

He beckons for me to get closer, and when I do he reaches round me, grabs my bum and pulls me right up close, and then he does what I've wanked millions of time dreaming about, he gets my little hard cock in his mouth, and my head spins and my knees go a bit wobbly and I'm being sucked off!

I do my best for him, trying to do the things Mr Kevil does for me cos I know how good they make me feel. I squeezes his bum cheeks, an' bugger me, you can deffo keep a girl's tits, a boy's bum must be way better than any tits in the world. I runs me hands up an' down his thighs, an' they feels magic, all smooth and firm, an' I sucks his cock as best as I can, using me tongue, me cheeks, me lips, anything what might make him feel good.

"I'm going to spunk!" I gasped. I really hadn't wanked since Sunday night, and I couldn't last with Jason doing the things he was doing to my cock!

"Mmmmmm," I murmurs without getting me mouth off his cock, no way is that cock getting out of my mouth till it's spunked.

"Jason!" I wail. Because any second now I'm going to shoot in his mouth, and he's pushing me right in so I can get it out.

Oh, fuck! I feel his little cock stiffen an' then it spurts, an' somehow it feels like I just spunked an' all. It don't feel like that when Mr Kevil shoots in me mouth, but it did when Reece shot. You know, those feelings in your stomach and round your balls that you get  just before you spunks? Well, I got them cos Reece were spunking in me mouth! How weird is that?

And the taste! Fuck me but was it delicious or what!? Loads thinner than Mr Kevil's an' nowhere near as much of it, but the taste! Like some sort of mixture of honey and swimming pool, nowhere near as strong taste as Mr Kevil's. I swirls it round in me mouth so I gets as much of the taste as I could before it trickles down me throat.

I spunked in Jason's mouth! He liked it! I could see him swilling it all about in his mouth as though it was some special delicious sweet or something. I just spunked in my boyfriend's mouth and he liked it! Oh, wow!

Then, as I started to get over spunking, I realised that I was naked, Jason was naked, and we were in a camper van that belonged to someone I didn't know, but I had a suspicion he was someone Jason did know. How else could he be so sure it was safe for us to be in here, doing this?

"You arranged this, didn't you," I said to him, "You know it's safe because you arranged it. Who owns this camper van, Jason? Is it someone you know?"

Shit! I were well and truly busted, weren't I? I knew I couldn't get away with telling Reece more lies, an' I didn't want to lie to him either. I'd just sucked him off, he'd just let me suck him off, an' I wanted to suck him off again, loads more times.

"Let's go out an' have a fag," I says quietly. "You don't need to put nothing on, I swear it's dead safe."

"If you promise to tell me the truth. No more fibs, please, Jason."

"Can't tell you all the truth, but promise, no more lies. Tell you as much as I can. That okay?"

"You do know who owns this camper van don't you. And you did arrange it so we could be here now."

"Yeah," I admitted, cos there were nothing else I could do, were there. "Come on, let's have that fag. Might be our last, cos you may not wanna see me again."

 

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