Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 10:44:54 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: PAL Firstly this story is of course copyright so please don't download for profit. That's if anyone thinks it is good enought to be published. The story is homerotic and contains descriptions of consensual sex between a fourteen year old and a twenty two year old Please leave this site if you are underage or it is in any other way illegal for you to read it in your present location. Mostly, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is my first posting of a story involving paedophilia. I know Toby is fourteen and old enough to make adult decisions, but it is still paedophilia in my society. PAL Chapter 1 - I meet a new love June, first of, and almost everyone my age was thinking about the weather. A long hot summer meant lots of parties, at the swimming pools, in the parks, huge BBQs at friends houses. Trips into the country for no particular reason, tons of opportunity to pick up something special for the summer, or maybe longer. A wet dreary summer would be a few friends chilling out together in private houses drinking too much beer, eating too much junk food and jacking off in frustration night and morning. The start was looking good. I had come down from Uni. early having completed my degree. I had nearly four months before starting my new job, and what a job. My name is Peter Anthony Luciano, no not Italian, at least not in the last four generations, but I got the nickname Pal, or sometimes Lucky. The lucky certainly applied on the job front. If my degree was a first I would be joining a prestigious Merchant Bank on an unbelievable salary for a new graduate and I was expecting a first. Lucky also applied to the rest of my life. My parents were both career oriented and had waited until their forties to start a family. Bad luck for them, Mum could only have the one, me. Despite high profile jobs both of them determined to be good parents. Sunday was the only day I saw them both together as I grew up but they arranged their schedules so that I had one of them with me almost all the time. I knew I was loved and that was more important than all the riches in the world. Three years ago they had sold the house I grew up in when it seemed so pointless to keep it. Bought for a big family we at last downsized to something reasonable. A new four bedroom detached house in a gated community. It was neat, I could live there and commute, only about an hour into the city. The front was almost open plan, just a small light wood boundary fence, the back, more enclosed and Mum and Dad had turned it into a Grecian garden with nice walks through variegated shrubbery and flowers, huge kidney shaped pool, also quite secluded so nude sunbathing was ok. Two years ago they had bought a villa on an Italian Lake and retired recently leaving the house for me to look after . We had a gardener and a housekeeper but I was pretty self sufficient and helped in both environments. I started to look after the front leaving Donald to keep the back perfect. Mostly lawn with flower beds round the edge and in the centre. Perfect weather so I was working in an old pair of athletics shorts, I was a runner. No top and old trainers on my feet. I noticed the kid almost as soon as I started weeding the flowerbeds. I guessed about fourteen, blond hair, floppy bang that covered his right eye most of the time. Tight T that showed a nice torso for a youngster, horrible baggy shorts. Oh how I hated the Americans for exporting that gross fashion style round the world. I had no idea whether the lower half was as tasty to look at as the upper. He cycled past a couple of times and as I moved closer to the front fence he walked past. He couldn't have been going anywhere to be doing that and being a gated community he wasn't some itinerant casing the house for a planned robbery. I realised the little bugger was scoping out my groin. I blocked him out after a while so I was quite surprised when a small voice said. "Can you tell me the time please pal." I looked up and my little blond mystery man was leaning on one of the fence posts about three feet from me. I could see the watch on his wrist quite clearly so as I stood up I said, "How do you know my name?" He looked flustered, "I don't." he said. "Well why did you call me Pal then." Even more flustered, by which time I had picked my way through the flowers so that I could take hold of his wrist, look at his watch and tell him the time. "Now what do you really want?" He blushed, "I just wanted to talk to you." He looked so cute, I wasn't normally into kids, I tended to stick to my own age group but he was different somehow. "I'm due a break, why don't you join me for a drink and a talk then." He almost flew over the fence he was so eager. We went round to the pool where I had left a cool box by one of the tables. Settled in with cokes I looked him over and introduced myself. "I'm Peter Anthony Luciano, Pal for short, or you can call me Peter." "Ah, I get it Pal." He laughed. "That's funny Peter, I'm Oliver Tobias Royale, I live at the end house in the Cul de Sac and my dad owns the Royale Group. Most people call me Toby, because I hate Oliver." "Well I'm pleased to meet you Toby, how old are you?" "I'm fourteen, how old are you?" "I'm twenty two and I'm home from Uni. for the summer before starting a new job in the city." "Wow that's cool." "Mmm I think so too, that's provided I get a first. If not I'm going to be job hunting." We both laughed. "Fancy a swim?" "Yeah, but I don't have any swim gear with me." "Ok, two choices, run home and get some or take what I have to offer." "Oh, I'll take what you have to offer." "I wear Speedos Toby and I might have an old pair that will fit you. Hang on here." I changed in my bedroom and dug out an old pair that I had used when swimming competitively before I went to Uni. They were small for me then so I guessed they would fit him well. I took fresh towels down with me and told Toby he could change in the shower area. When he came back I just stared, mouth open and eyes nearly popping out of my head. He was perfect. "What's the matter Peter?" He looked upset. "Nothing, absolutely nothing. Christ Toby, you are stunning." I blushed, I shouldn't have said that, but he beamed. "You mean that?" "Yeah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, but you are." "I think you are too, but I didn't dare say it." I laughed then. "Mutual admiration society huh." Embarrassment gone and we went for a swim. I impressed him. I was fast, if I hadn't loved running so much I might have made the national team as a swimmer but Athletics was my bag even though I wasn't that good. "I can see how you got such a great body Peter you must do heaps of that to be so fast." I pulled myself out of the pool and sat alongside him dangling my legs in the water occasionally touching his foot as I did it. He didn't pull away. "So what's your excuse for having such a great body at fourteen?" "You really think I have a great body?" "Yeah, good enough to eat." I laughed to take the seriousness out of that because eat him was precisely what I wanted to do. He blushed, "Well thanks. I work out in the gym. My Dad started me with him when I was only about eight. Light stuff to start with of course, but now I do all the same things he does. He used to box so we do a boxers keep fit routine." We talked a lot more in between swims but I think both of us realised we were fencing. There were things I wanted to say but didn't dare and I think it was the same with him. I caught him looking at my groin area a few times so I wondered. Mind you, lots of very straight jocks looked at my groin area, it was quite substantial even after swimming. Toby had a neat package too, of course he had reached pubity so his cock and balls were clearly defined in my old Speedos. I hoped he hadn't caught me scoping him. "Do you have to go home for lunch Toby or do you want to join me?" "Can I join you Peter, there is only the maid at home?" I was delighted, Janet had made a light salad and very quickly added more to it for my guest. We ate by the pool. She came to pick up the plates and deposited two large bowls of ice cream in front of us. We both grinned, no problem there, fourteen or forty, ice cream was great. "Donald and I will be off if that's ok Peter?" "Yes no problem, thank you both, and I'll see you tomorrow." "Are you here by yourself as well Peter?" "Mmm, my parents live in Italy now." "That's cool, this house all to yourself." "If we shower and change I will show you round if you like and we can either come back here later or play in the games room." "Cool." We showered and I bit the bullet. "Would I embarrass you Toby if I shower naked?" He looked, smiled and said, "No, I hoped you would." Realising what he had said he went scarlet. I gave him a hug and replied. "That's ok, us studs like to check out the opposition don't we?" He looked up at me and very sheepishly said, "Yeah, you don't mind?" "Not at all." We got under the shower facing each other, I slipped my Speedos off and stood up. His eyes were glued to my cock as he did the same. When he stood up I gasped. "Oh Christ Toby." He looked shocked. "What, what's the matter?" "Nothing, quite the reverse. You are incredible. You look so completely gorgeous I want to rape you." He lowered his eyes and whispered, almost. "Will you Peter, please." I put a finger under his chin and lifted his head until he was looking me straight in the eyes. "Do you mean that Toby?" He started to cry, "Yes, I want you to touch me Peter, I've wanted you to touch me for two years now." I pulled him gently into my arms and stroked his back. "It's ok, you don't need to cry I'm not upset. We just need to talk about this but I'm cool." His face was pressed into my chest so his reply was muffled. "You don't hate me for being a little queer." I pulled him away from me so that he could see my eyes. "No, I don't hate you. I wish you weren't though because I am as well and I want you Toby which is not a good idea." He smiled, "Really Peter?" "Yeah really. Let's finish this shower and go up to the house to talk." We sat in the kitchen either side of the breakfast bar. "What makes you think you are gay Toby?" "I don't like girls, I'm always checking out other guys. I jack off thinking about guys not girls and when one of my mates gave me a hand job I thought I was going to die my orgasm was so intense." I laughed, "That's pretty convincing, you've obviously given this some thought." "Yeah and I talked to my Dad about it. He thinks I'm still too young to be sure but he is very supportive." "You are a lucky guy. My parents were pretty good about it as well. Mum wanted grand kids to make up for only having me but still never blamed me or anything." "Dad knows I have the hots for you. It was him that told me to talk to you." I was almost in shock. "Are you saying your Dad would condone you and me having sex?" "I think so. He didn't say so in so many words but I think he would sooner I had a mature lover to teach me about gay sex rather than get into trouble with maybe some dirty old man or approach some kids that would maybe beat me up." "Jesus Christ Toby. If I touch you society will class me as a paedophile. I could go to prison and be on the sex offender's register for life. My career and my life would be in ruins." He started to cry again. "I know Peter but I am so horny and I like you so much. I wouldn't tell anyone, not even my Dad if you said so." What a dilemma. I wanted this boy, the thought of teaching him all about gay sex was such a turn on I was as hard as a chocolate frog. "I have to think about this Toby, it's madness. We can talk about it, I can tell you sites to go to on the Internet but touching you sexually, that's a huge step." "Can you at least cuddle me Peter while we talk." I thought we could manage that so we drifted off to the lounge and curled up on a settee Toby in my lap his head tucked into my neck. I was hard again it felt so good just holding him. He could feel my wood sticking in his thigh and he looked up and smiled at me. "Yeah little Peter is telling you what big Peter would really like to do." We both laughed, but he was a good kid, he didn't provoke any more action. We talked for hours about ourselves, our hopes and dreams. I found out he was a clever kid as well as a beautiful one. Parents too busy to spend much time with him, but a good relationship with his dad none the less. No siblings, just like me, lonely a lot of the time. This summer could be difficult for both of us. I had no University friends close by, my old school friends I had left behind when we moved and I had made no new ones in this area yet. It was getting dark when I realised how long we had talked. I had been cuddling him the whole time and he was almost purring he seemed so happy. "I hate to break up this party, but you ought to be heading home didn't you. It must be passed your dinner time, and mine." Reluctantly we parted company and he promised to be back tomorrow. A lonely night with my brain in turmoil. Not as much as it was the next morning though. A knock on my bedroom door at some ghastly hour and Janet's dulcet tones. "Peter there is Mr. Royale downstairs with his son, I have shown them into the library" Shit, was I going to get my head kicked in, be threatened with the police or what? I washed, cleaned my teeth slipped on jeans and a shirt in next to no time. I entered the study warily, expecting an attack. This huge guy walks towards me hand extended. "I'm sorry to disturb you so early but Toby was pretty insistent that we talk. I'm David, can I call you Peter?" I took his hand and nodded, still not able to speak. "I have a business meeting in town before breakfast, hence the hour." I looked at the clock, 0700, I never got up this early, although that would probably change when I started work. "My son told me everything about his time here yesterday. I understand you find him very attractive." I was almost numb with fear, but I nodded. "Well that is definitely mutual I have put up with chatter about you every time you have come home from University for the last two years, I don't know how he knew so young. This must pose quite a problem for you?" I nodded and said, "And some." "Peter I know this is going to sound like the weirdest thing you have ever heard, but I would be happy for you to teach Toby about gay sex. I know he is under age and the implications of that for you. But look at it from my point of view. He wants gay sex and will go somewhere else to get it if he doesn't get it from you. That could mean all kinds of disease and risks of physical harm. I love this boy more than my life and this is the best I can come up with to protect him." I was listening to a huge man, successful in a hard business almost pleading with me to have sex with his fourteen year old son. It was almost surreal. "I don't know what to say David, this is not what I expected from you or Toby." "We can't circumvent the law Peter whatever permissions I give you and however much Toby wants it to happen, but you have our word we will never tell another living soul. Please consider it." Jesus, what do you say to something like that? "The best I can say for now David is that I will think about it. Toby is still welcome here and we will just have to see how it goes." "Thank you Peter, I can't ask for more than that." and he was gone. Toby stayed and we just looked at each other. "Have you had breakfast Toby?" He shook his head. "Want to join me?" A nod. "What would you like?" "Juice and Cereals please." I wrapped an arm round his shoulder, guided him towards the kitchen and said, "I think Janet should be able manage that. I've got a guest for the day again Janet I think." I looked at Toby and he nodded. "Same routine as yesterday then I guess, lunch for two at the pool." "That's no problem Peter. Donald wants a word with you after breakfast and I need to go shopping." Donald wanted some more plants. "No problem, why don't you take the SUV and go with Janet, kill two birds with one stone and Toby and I will finish weeding the front beds." No problem. Toby and I worked side by side weeding until about eleven when I thought we had earned a swim. "Drink, shower, swim, another shower, lunch, how does that sound?" "Cool, can I wear your Speedos again?" "Sure, you look very sexy in them how could I say no?" He looked at me shyly. "Do you really mean that Peter?" "Are you kidding, of course I do." He preened a little and then said, "I think you look very sexy in yours as well." "Mutual admiration society again huh?" He gave me a hug and said. "I love you Peter, you're so nice." Shit, this was heavy, love! "Whoa cowboy, that's a pretty powerful word." He looked very serious. "I know, I thought a lot about it last night before going to sleep. I more than like you. I want to spend every minute with you, sleep with you everything. I don't know anything between like and love so I guessed it had to be love." "Can't fault the logic Toby but only my Mum and Dad have ever said that to me before." "Same with me, particularly my Dad. He tells me ever day how much he loves me, and how proud he is of me." "That's good, so I guess you really do know what love is." Companionable silence for a while. Drink, shower, change into swimsuits. Of course we scoped each other out and laughed when we caught each other doing it. "You know I really want to take that in my mouth and see how long and thick I can make it." "It's 6 ½ inches long and 5 ½ round." He grinned as he said it. I grabbed him and started to tickle him. "You toerag, measuring your cock at your age." He was giggling as he replied. "We all did it in my class at school as a dare." "Ok big boy, how did you compare then?" He blushed, "I only came third." I gasped, "Jeez, how big were the other two then?" "One was only about a ¼ inch bigger than mine but the other boy had eight inches it was awesome." "Christ at fourteen I bet it was. I can only top that by an inch at twenty-two." His eyes came out like organ stops. "Please Peter can I see it? Nine inches, wow that sounds amazing." I laughed, "Maybe later." "Please Peter now. Pretty please, I'll do it for you." "I laughed, I bet you would. Go on then." He was on his knees with my Speedos down before I had time to say Robinson Crusoe. I sat down and let him play. We both loved it and I knew this was the slippery slope. I was hard in no time and he jacked me gently not taking his eyes off it while he talked. "That is beautiful Peter, it's better than any dream." "Thanks, but now I have a problem, that won't fit in my Speedos." Big grin from him. "That's ok, I'll get rid of it for you." I couldn't say no I was so turned on by this kid. He was good, I had a huge orgasm which smacked him in the face. He didn't try to move away, quite the reverse, he moved in close to try to catch it in his mouth. I was fascinated. "Did you like the taste of that then?" "Mmm, I wanted to take your cock in my mouth to catch it all but I thought that might gross you out." He looked at me a bit apprehensive. I grabbed a towel, cleaned us both up and took his trunks off. I laid him on a sun bed and said. "Ok, blowjob, drinking all the cum afterwards, you watch." I was going to take forever on this one. I licked the head of his penis very gently while running my hands over his chest and the insides of his thighs, his skin was wonderful to touch, I was fully erect again in seconds. His nipples started to harden so I tweaked them eliciting a moan from him. I ran my hand over his belly and lifted his penis so that I could take the head in my mouth. I sucked it gently for a little while before licking my way down his shaft and taking his balls in my mouth sucking them for ages as well. I kept up that play for a long time until he was wriggling like a little eel. When I thought his senses were about to overload I took him in my mouth again, deep throated him and sucked like hell, as he came I pulled off a little, I wanted to taste his cum. It was so sweet I thought I would want this often. He was squealing as he kept shooting jet after jet into my mouth. My thought was, where the fuck does a fourteen year old get this much cum. I kept sucking gently as he went soft to make sure I had captured every last drop. His eyes hadn't left me the whole time I was doing this. I moved up his body and for the first time I kissed him. Very softly, barely a touch. Magic, a big contented sigh escaped his lips so I did it again a little harder. "Oh Peter, that was incredible, I love you, I love you so much." "Shh, I love you too." "Was I ok, did you enjoy that." I laughed, "I'm supposed to ask you that." "Oh yes, for me it was heaven, but I wouldn't want you to do it unless you enjoyed it too." Where the fuck was this kid coming from. Even mature boyfriends would not have thought about my enjoyment when I was blowing them. "Toby, that was the sweetest blowjob I have ever given. I've never blown someone I loved before. You are a wonderful experience." He smiled a lovely shy smile and said, "Will you cuddle me now, just for a little while?" That was definitely no problem. I stroked him gently, planting lots of little kisses all over his face. "You are such a beautiful boy Toby, I love you, I love what we have just done." "I will make it good for you next time Peter I promise." "You made it good for me this time Baby." More kisses and then trunks back on, Janet and Donald would be back soon. The little retch giggled as I tried to tuck my hard cock into my Speedos. I ended up with about four inches still protruding so I went for a swim. I wondered what the afternoon would bring. How far was I prepared to go on day one? I wanted to make love to him, let him feel my penis sliding deep inside him. I wanted to hear him beg me to let him cum, to fuck him harder, but he was fourteen for Christ's sake. After lunch we were soaking up the rays by the pool. "Would you like to go out somewhere this afternoon Toby? We could go down to the river or into town for a movie. Anything you like really, I'm easy." He climbed onto my sun bed with me wrapped himself round my body and talking into my chest said, "Will you take me to bed and make love to me Peter. I mean properly make love to me, fuck me with that huge cock." Would surprise be a reasonable reaction? Would it fuck, I flipped. "What, are you serious?" I nearly screamed it at him. He cringed and the tears flowed. "I'm sorry Peter please don't stop loving me." "You Klutz, I'm not going to do any such thing. It's just that anal intercourse is something I thought we might work up to in a few months time." I was stroking him all the time I was talking. He had to know I still loved him. He was so young to be contemplating such giant steps. I was twenty when I lost my virginity and it was traumatic even though I was expecting the cock to enter me. What would it do to him at fourteen. "It's a huge step to take Toby. It could traumatise you. I can love you and make love to you forever without going that last step." "You don't understand. I love you so much, I want you to do this. I know it is going to hurt but I know it will be wonderful after the pain has gone and then I will really belong to you." "Whoa boy, you are my lover not my slave." "But I want to be your slave, and your lover and I want you to be my big brother and my mentor and my life." Jesus this was getting beyond frightening. This boy was so adult and mature in his thinking he knew exactly what he wanted.. "Baby I'm not going to fuck you, not today. I want you to calm down and go with my flow. I promise, one day when I think you are ready I will make love to you like you want, better than you can ever imagine, but today is to early. Let's go to bed and I'll make love to you but not the anal bit." He sighed. "Ok Peter." I did make love to him. I took him to paradise. I almost wore my tongue out licking his bottom and working round his rosebud. I would have loved to open him up with my fingers and then fuck him to orgasm with my monster, but no way Jose, not yet. I took another huge quantity of boy juice and he took half an hour to calm down and become coherent. I spent that time running my fingertips over his body making him shiver wherever I went with them. "Oh Peter, that was beyond incredible. Will it be better than that when you fuck me?" "Yes Baby, for both of us it will be mind bending which is why it has to wait." "Can I make yours go small again now?" I can't even begin to describe the next half-hour. I swear that boy had retained the knowledge of what I had done to him without a gap. When I came I nearly screamed the house down, and I'm not a screamer, normally. I was bathed in sweat shaking like a leaf. His tongue and fingers had been amazing, incredible, awesome, wondrous. Any words you can think of would not come close to describing what my orgasm felt like. If I had been older I would almost certainly have had a heart attack and died the happiest man in the world. "Oh God Toby, I have never in my life had an orgasm come close to that in intensity. I love you Baby, I'll love you to eternity if you do that to me very often." He giggled, I joined him and then I buried him in kisses and jacked him off again as a punishment, te, he. As he snuggled in to me spreading his cum all over us he said, "Was I really good Peter, really, really good?" I raised his chin to make him look at me, kissed his nose and replied, "The very best ever I promise." He preened and I continued, "And the messiest lover ever. Yuck." We both dissolved with laughter and headed for the shower. I just knew I was going to have the best summer of my life. PAL Chapter 2 - I Do The Deed We fooled around for the remainder of the day, swimming, soaking up lots of rays. His tan was making him even sexier to look at. When Janet and Donald went we got naked and I found it difficult to keep my hands off him. "What are your plans for this evening Toby?" "Mum and Dad said they don't expect me for supper if you and I are doing anything." That sentence should have read, please let me stay with you I don't care what we do. I took him in my arms again, I couldn't get enough of touching him, delightful would be an understatement. How could I be so lucky? "How about I take you out to dinner? Nothing too fancy, but you will have to go home to change." "Great, what do I wear?" "How about button down dress shirt, smart chinos, loafers." "Can do, that's cool." He was off like a shot. Ten minutes later he was back looking a million dollars, and I told him so. "Mum and Dad don't like me to dress down like my buds at school so I have a pretty smart wardrobe." "Well I agree, I'm very proud to escort you to dinner." This guy appreciated compliments that's for sure. I was being kissed half to death. "Thank you Peter, I love you so much I want you to be proud of me. I know you are eight years older than me but I don't want you to be ashamed of being with me." Where the fuck did a fourteen year old get this kind of maturity? "Never going to happen Baby." Mum and Dad had bought me a Porsche 911 for my twenty first, when Toby saw it he nearly freaked. "Oh wow, are we really going out in this?" "Well, it's this or walk." His look was tragic and I laughed. "This please Peter, can we really?" Fuck I don't know about dinner I wanted to rape him on the spot. We hit a half way decent restaurant on the water in the Thames valley. I ordered Perrier for him and a half bottle of wine for me, but actually shared it with him. "This is cool Peter, you aren't trying to get me drunk so that you can have your wicked way with me are you?" He giggled and I nearly fell off my chair. This wasn't fare, almost everything this kid did or said just made me want him more. "I'm not going to play with you anymore, you don't play fare with me." He looked alarmed. "I'm sorry Peter, what have I done?" "You are guilty of making me love you more every time you open your mouth." The smile was incredible, I swear it lit up the whole restaurant. I couldn't resist it, I had to touch him so I slid my hand across the table to stroke his. "I do love you Toby, you are lighting up my life like I never imagined possible." Emotional overload, I could see the tears forming. He scooted off to the rest rooms like a rocket. It was still possible to see he had been crying when he came back but he was completely composed. A slightly tearful smile as he said, "Three days ago I couldn't even imagine being this happy. I love you so much Peter. Can I stay with you tonight?" Oh fuck, what do I say to that. Cuddling him all night was the stuff of dreams. "What will your parents say?" No outright rejection of the idea, his cell was out of his pocket in a second. Speed dial and! "Dad, can I stay with Peter tonight?" "Yeah, we'll drop by on the way home." I looked bemused, this kid was so switched on. "I have to go home first and get my toilet gear." Him grinning like a Cheshire Cat, me shaking my head in wonder. If I live to be a hundred, going to bed that night will never be surpassed in the happiness stakes. Would you believe no sex? I probably remained hard all night, and so did he, but being in bed together was just so awesome in itself we didn't need anything else. I spooned him after we had kissed for ages, and we were still spooned the next morning. I was a little embarrassed the next morning entering the kitchen with a young man still dressed smart. "Er, Toby stayed the night after we got back from dinner." Janet smiled and just said. "Well what would my hungry boys like for breakfast." She knew, but no sound of censure at my young companion. Maybe our love shone through. The day was very much like the last two except that my `several month plan' got a little foreshortened. Toby received my nine inches in his love shute that afternoon. We were just so hot for each other there was no way either of us felt inclined to drag out this last act consummating our love. To say it was wondrous or magical would be to denigrate the most incredible act of my life, and his. It all started the same as the day before, mid afternoon, bed together. "Please make love to me completely this afternoon Peter. I want to feel you inside me so much. I don't want to wait." We were standing together naked in the middle of my bedroom. I took a tube of gel from my bedside drawer and told him to turn round. "Spread your legs and bend over." He looked worried, which was why I was doing it this way. I lubed a finger and spread a little on his rosebud before gently working that finger into his love tunnel. Fuck, the totally wrong reaction. I expected him to tighten up on me and make a single finger painful, even with gel. The little bugger almost sucked my finger off with his gluts. "Oh God Peter that feels incredible, can I have more?" I was lost so I took him to bed. My over all experience of gay sex was pretty good. I wasn't a slut but I had been lucky enough to have three previous lovers with lots of experience. I swung happily between being a top or a bottom so I knew how to take cock and give pleasure, and give cock and pleasure. I was going to pull out all the stops for this one and make sure Toby had an experience that he would remember with pleasure for the remainder of his life. If there was even an inkling of any trauma I would pull back and leave his bottom for another day. So I started. I did all the things I had previously done but added to it by turning him over and making him come up on his knees keeping his shoulders on the bed. "Open your legs as wide as you can with comfort lover and push your butt back more." When he did I thought I was going to cum. I started licking his cheeks keeping that up for ages without getting anywhere near his rosebud. I continued running my hands over the rest of his body, tweaking his nipples, gently jacking his cock and fondling his balls. As he got hotter I moved closer to his anal entry eventually hitting it hard with my tongue and nearly licking it off. Toby was squealing now with the pleasure so I pulled his cheeks open as far as I could and pushed my tongue in to that beautiful little love tunnel. I got it really wet before I started to finger him. At four fingers I was rotating them and pushing in and out. He was almost pouring pre-cum and breathing in ragged gasps. I turned him over slipped his legs onto my shoulders and with tons of lube on both of us lined up with his pinky. I pushed gently and watched as his hole opened up to take my cockhead. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen. I was laying back a little to see it and flicking my eyes between his and his love chute. I could see the pain as my head went over his sphincter so I stopped. He looked at me in wonder. "I can feel it Peter, it feels huge. Can I have some more?" I leant forward to kiss him sliding a little more into him. Sitting back up I never took my eyes off his as I fed him all of me. No problem he still looked as though he was lost somewhere in wonderland. "You have all of me Baby, ok?" "Oh yes Peter, I never dreamt it would feel this good." "I am going to start slow stroking you now Toby, tell me if I'm hurting." He giggled, the little monster. "Are you kidding, this is fantastic." I screwed him for ages with long, slow strokes. I didn't ever want to cum, but I knew he would get sore if I stayed too long. He started to orgasm so I upped the pace, lay back more to watch my cock sliding in and out of his love tunnel and that took me over the top. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever known. I rolled sideways as I started to go soft and he wrapped his legs round my waist. We lay there kissing gently for ages without saying anything. Eventually he looked me straight in the eyes and said. "Will you stay in me and do that again?" No chance of refusal to a request like that. He clenched his muscles over my cock and I was hard again in no time. I made it a quick one the second time jacking him to another climax with me. What a mess, he had blown cum every where. "Was that alright Peter, did I do it right for you?" "Oh yes Baby, believe me that was the sweetest bit of love making I have ever experienced." He smiled said thank you and promptly fell asleep. I slipped off the bed, got a flannel and towel to clean him up, covered him with a light blanket and went down to the lounge to think about what I had done. Whatever way you looked at it I was now a full-blown paedophile. Fucking a fourteen-year old boy was beyond the pale in my society and I didn't feel guilty. The reverse, I was wrapped in the warm glow of the most amazing lovemaking with a young lover that had wanted it more than me. The remainder of my summer went the same way. Toby hardly ever left my side. He went home for clean clothes occasionally and we both ate with his family as often as possible. We both went to the gym with his dad, swam in my pool almost every day, sunbathed naked and by the end of our holidays looked like a million dollars. Toby went back to school I went to work. Most nights I helped him with his homework and we never stopped making love. Our love deepened and two lots of parents were happy for us. We all decamped to Italy for Christmas. It was fantastic. My Dad was marvellous. He took me to his study the first day for a Father/ Son talk. "I'm not too happy that my son is a paedophile Peter." I was gutted. "Dad, Toby seduced me and I know I should have been strong enough to say no, but I love him, I loved him from the moment I set eyes on him. His parents understand him and are delighted that he isn't sneaking around having gay sex with unsavoury characters, except me of course." Dad was winding me up. He and David had talked on the phone quite a lot. He had apologised to my Dad for putting me in the firing line with Toby and despite his age he was delighted I was looking after him. Dad broke into a smile and said. "Well you just make sure you continue to look after him. Janet tells me he is a delightful young man to have around the house, no trouble, very polite, never leaves a mess. You could learn from him." We celebrated his sixteenth birthday by letting him fuck me. It was fun, he went like a little jackrabbit and I was laughing so hard I couldn't orgasm. "Not fare, you aren't taking me seriously." That was too much, we were both nearly hysterical. It was several more days before he did the deed to both our satisfactions. Oh, and Toby got straight A's in all his school certificate exams. We live together all the time now and I hope that will never change. He has matured into a stunning young man, hell he was always a stunning young man to me. That's it guys. I have so many other projects on the go I'm not planning to make this a series. Comments always welcome, particularly if it is constructive criticism. These aren't the kind of stories I can ask my writing group mentor to comment on. I think she might freak!