From: an482470@anon.penet.fi (Spartan)
Subject: Remainders (M/m teen cons pedo)
Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 00:25:13 -0800

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The following story contains material of an explicit sexual nature,
involving consentual relations between teenage boys and/or teenage boys
and men. All events and persons contained in this story are purely
fictional and do not represent the actions of actual persons. Do not read
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From the SVP collection . . .

(Another one of Spartan's Favourites!)


"Remainders"

(Author Unknown)


I'd known the family for some time - we had lived opposite each other
for several years.  I had gotten to know John through a mutual love of
old British motorbikes and we often were round at each other's garage
up to our elbows in grease and dirt.

There were three children in John's family. The eldest, Bobby, was
three years older than his sister, Mary. Joey had been a late arrival,
some six years after his sister, and needless to say, was spoilt not
only by his parents but also by his older siblings.  We all got along
very well, I was often at their house for meals and social gatherings,
and came to be regarded almost as an uncle by the children.

About five years ago, John, promoted by his company, was moved North.
We kept in touch, and a year after they moved away, I flew up to see
them a one snowy Christmas time. So snowy, in fact, that all forms of
long-distance transport eventually became impossible.  We spent the
enforced leisure time by playing endlessly in the snow - building
snowmen, having snowball fights and tobogganing.

Actually, it was the building of the snowmen that first sparked my
special interest in Joey.  Having spent his previous nine years in the
far warmer south, this was his first hands-on experience with this
unfamiliar substance and his reaction to it was of never failing
interest to me.  For instance, it's one thing to see a ready made
snowman, it's quite a different thing to make one from scratch. Whilst
the two older children stayed inside the house watching TV, Joey and I
spent one whole morning collecting snow in heaps of varying sizes  and
trying to mould them into sensible shapes. He spent most of the time
screaming round the garden, alternatively collecting snow or trying to
ram it down my back. Needless to say, I got my revenge from time to
time, culminating in my grabbing him by his legs, pulling him into the
air and landing him gently head down in a pile of snow.  In fact it
was only when John returned from a trip seeking for provisions that
with his help some recognisable figures were made.

Eventually a thaw set in, and I was able to make my way back home. We
continued to keep in touch, and I made a special point about
remembering Joey's birthdays and speaking to him whenever I rang up to
talk with his parents.  About a year ago, John was once again promoted
and told that his new job would be located only about two hundred
miles from where he had used to live.  Once they had settled down in
their new location they invited me over to see them.  By this time,
both Bobby and Mary had left home for college, leaving the fourteen
year old Joey alone with his mother and father.

I have to admit that I was really curious to see how Joey had
developed. He would by now be on the threshold of adolescence.  I
remembered him as a cute boy:- brown hair parted in the middle, just
covering his ears and kept long at the back; mischievous large brown
eyes with long lashes; his mouth more often than not splashed  with a
good natured grin.

So, one Friday evening I packed my bags and set off to see my friends
in their new location.   I arrived at about eleven,  John was still up
and opened the front door just as I was walking up the front path.  We
shook hands and I stepped in.  After pouring me a drink, John told me
that Joey had been looking forward to my arrival and asked whether I
would mind going upstairs to wish him good night. I, of course, didn't
mind at all, and walked quickly up the stairs, identifying Joey's room
by the sign stuck on the door which read: 'Keep Out - Alien Inside'.
I knocked on the door and waited for a reply.


"Hi Dave, is that you?  Just give me a second", said a familiar but
slightly deeper than expected voice.  I heard some movement from
inside his room.  "It's OK now, you can come in".  I pushed the door
open and stood just inside the room.  It was in a complete mess.
Clothes were scattered all over the floor, over his desk, and on top
of the printer. His desk was additionally covered in books, all
half-open, and there were hundreds of floppy discs scattered aimlessly
around his computer. The walls were covered in posters which instantly
gave away his age. Some were of Disney characters -revealing the young
boy in him -  but they were obviously in the process of being replaced
by pictures of long-haired rock-guitarists.

I glanced over to his bed.  He was sitting up in it, bare-chested,
with his hands resting on his thighs.  I have to admit that as I gazed
at him, I could feel my pulse gather speed.  This was the boy that I
remembered from the snow, but now transformed from boyhood into that
limbo state before manhood catches fire.  He had certainly grown a lot
taller, judging by where his toes were pointing up at the foot of the
bed. His hair was a little longer than I remembered, still with a
central parting, and somewhat in need of a wash.  His chest was smooth
with the central dip in the middle accentuating both his rib cage, and
somehow highlighting his small nipples with their small surround of
dark circles.  His forearms had a faint trace of hair, thinning out
down to his hands which held long fingers and surprisingly clean
fingernails.

As I looked at him, he moved his hands defensively over his crotch and
left them there.  He couldn't quite meet my face and stared out
straight in front of him.  It was then I noticed that  he seemed to be
holding something in his right hand.  I approached his bed, and as I
did so, I noticed a box of tissues on the floor, near to where he was
sitting.  I now wondered whether the object that  he was holding in
his hand might not be a screwed up tissue - and then I realised that I
might have caught him at an especially bad moment.  Once again I felt
my heart beating a bit faster.  The thought of what had been probably
going on in the room, just before my entry, made my imagination run
riot for a few seconds.

Where had he been when he was jacking off?  Lying flat on the bed with
his young cock sticking out from his shorts?  Or had he taken all of
his clothes off, and sat on the side of the bed rubbing  his hard dick
one handed whilst feeling his balls with the other?  Had he cum - or
had I interrupted him at the crucial moment?  Was he wearing anything
under the bed clothes?  Was that tissue he was holding tight in his
hand seeping with his new cum - still warm from the contact with his
prick?  I knew that I would never get an answer to my inner questions,
but they had been enough to send a message to my own prick telling it
that the welcome odour of sex was in the air.

All this took only a few seconds to flash through my mind so I didn't
think that Joey would have noticed any interruption in my attention.

"How're you doing Dave?" he said.

"Fine," I replied, "And you?  I haven't seen you for a couple of years
now."  This was all OK talk, but then I added in an unnecessarily
condescending way, "But you've sure taking the opportunity to grow
some in that time".  I immediately regretted the remark.  Not only was
it banal grown-up chatter, but I knew that Joey might take the
possible double-meaning the wrong way.

"I guess I must have done," answered Joey, "Especially recently.
Where do you think that I've grown the most?"

It was now my turn to think hard.  Was this meant to have two meanings
- or was the boy being impossibly naive?  Once again I opened my mouth
without thinking, "I can't see all of you, so I really couldn't tell".
Joey laughed, and drew his hands up the top of the  sheet as if to
pull it  down towards his feet.  My mouth grew dry as I tried to
control my emotions.  In my heart I knew that he was fooling around,
but somewhere in my brain the  thought "If only..."  circled round and
around in a perpetual loop.  I forced myself to laugh too, and then
noticed that he had let his hands drop to his sides.

The effect of this was to leave his crotch area uncovered except for
the solitary sheet which was covering the lower part of his body. The
ring of emotion began to rotate once more, as I could  make out the
unmistakably obvious ridge that was being forced up out of the sheet.
There may have been a boy sitting there, but from the shape of the
heap, there was a large erect cock being hidden from my sight.  Joey's
gaze was now firmly sighted on his crotch, but even so, I knew that he
could sense where I had my eyes fixed.  I waited for a moment for him
to make some sort of defensive reaction but he made no move.  Once
again he had put the onus on me to react.  I just stood there, unable
to think of anything to say that would defuse the tension, but equally
unwilling to tear myself away from this undreamed of scenario.
  

At last, he bent himself forward, moving his arms under the sheet as
he did so. His right hand could be seen snaking towards the hump at
his middle and he soon started to openly rub his hidden tool in front
of me.  For the first time he turned his head and looked straight at
me. This time it was my turn to avoid another's gaze and I turned half
round as if to make for the door.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

I couldn't reply.  Once again my brain was racing.  I had often
imagined seducing a boy of his age, and had tossed off many times
imagining the scenario: - befriending a lonely boy, inviting him back
to my house, perhaps offering him a beer or two; the 'accidental'
touches, placing my hand on his thigh - waiting for rejection; my hand
moving up to the tight shorts he'd be wearing; stopping at his crotch
- hoping to feel a sympathetic erection perhaps.  The move inside his
shorts;  feeling the smooth penis and scrotum.  The other hand
caressing the smooth chest; and then the first kiss - unfamiliar
sensations passing through our lips.  His hand inside my pants,
feeling its way through to my bursting cock, a few moments of frenzy
and then our simultaneous climaxes; and finally, the inevitable
winding down and relaxation.

I turned round to face him.  "I really can't say what I'm thinking," I
said, "I've never been in this situation before.  I really can't work
it out."  He smiled, "This is new for me too, but I've been dreaming
about it for ages."  Just then we heard a noise from the hallway as
John appeared at the half-open door.  "Hey Dave, I hope my son isn't
boring you to death! Why don't you come on down  now?" I nodded and
started to follow him out.  As John went down the stairs, I turned
back to stand back in Joey's doorway.  "Good night, "I said, "Perhaps
we can continue tomorrow".  Joey nodded, and threw something at me. It
landed without a sound at my feet and I stooped down to pick it up.
Instantly realising  what it was,  I left the room and closed the door
behind me. "I'll be down in a minute, I'm just going to the bathroom,"
I called out to John.

I found the room and locked the door behind me.  I lowered the seat
cover and sat down.  I unclenched my hand, moved my fingers to my
nose. and inhaled deeply. The unmistakable smell of newly shed cum
flooded into my head.  I opened the tissue out, noticing that my hand
was quite damp.  I could see patches of dark stains on the paper and
cautiously licked them.  I hadn't felt so aroused for ages.  The
thought that a young boy had recently just wanked into this tissue,
and that I could smell and taste the results so clearly sent an
instant urge to my own cock.  I smiled inwardly as I pulled down my
pants and shorts - memories of my own early teenage days of quick
hand-jobs in the bathroom flooded into my memory.  I remembered often
arriving home from school, rushing up to the bathroom, being pulled by
an insatiable desire to grab my cock, and massage it furiously in
order to cum as soon as I could.  I thought about what had changed
since then.  OK, I was older, I'd had sex with a few men, but with
no-one as young as Joey.  I still wanked regularly, but in the comfort
of my own bed, and not with the same urgency of time behind me - I had
trained myself to slow down since the early days.

I clenched my prick with my right hand, at the same time wrapped the
damp tissue around the head.  My legs were stretched out in front of
me as I began building up to my climax.  A picture began to form in my
mind.  I was by Joey's bed, pulling the sheet down to expose his erect
cock.  I tried to imagine what it would look like.  I presumed that he
would be, like me,  cut. Would it be thick, or still thin like a small
boy's?   Would it be pointing straight up to his belly?  How much hair
would there be around his balls and tool?

My hand had reached maximum speed, and as I came, the thought of my
own cum mingling with Joey's gave me a final burst of pleasure.  I
stayed put for a minute or so, and lazily stroked the last juices from
my shaft, feeling my pulse slow itself down to normal .  I remembered
another of my teenage habits - and decided to give the orgasm a mark
of eight and a half out of ten.  I stood and cleaned myself up. I
couldn't decide whether or not to keep the tissue as a souvenir, but
in the end I flushed  it away - hoping that I'd have the chance to
collect another before my visit was over.  Feeling really tired, I
went down to rejoin John,  and after a short chat, interrupted by my
frequent yawns, we soon made our way to our separate bedrooms.

It was the sunlight which woke me up, the following morning.  I hadn't
bothered to pull the curtains before going to bed, and I lay there
with closed eyes feeling the heat seep into the fuzzy pores on my
face.  My mind flashed over the events of the previous evening and
soon I was stroking my half erect penis as the memory deepened in my
mind.  But in a determined effort of will, I shook the bed clothes
off, clambered out of the bed, dressed and went into the bathroom in
order to wash and shave.  As I left the room, I heard John and his
wife Anna talking downstairs.  I soon joined them and after early
morning pleasantries we sat down for breakfast.

"I suppose you aren't surprised that Joey isn't here," John said,
"He's just impossible in the mornings these days, especially at the
weekend". Anna murmured in agreement, "Sure," she said "And he used to
be so bright first thing.  In the last six months or so he's become a
regular adolescent."  I smiled, and the conversation drifted onto talk
about the two older children and eventually John and I became
embroiled in a friendly argument about the pros and cons of the
British Triumph motorbike.

John broke off the thread and asked whether I'd like to go for a walk
at a nearby lake.  That sounded pretty good to me, so I agreed.  "I
dunno whether Jo will want to come," John remarked, "But perhaps as
you're here, it'll provide some inducement".  I volunteered to do the
asking.

As I walked out of the dining room, I felt a flutter of anticipation.
Would there be a repeat performance of last night's activities, or
would the boy now be embarrassed to face me?  I knocked gently at his
door.  There was no reply, so I knocked again a little louder. There
was still no answer, so I knocked once more and at the same time
pushed the handle down.  Cautiously I opened the door and walked
quietly into Joey's room.  It was dark when I closed the door behind
me, the only illumination was the light seeping through the drawn
curtains.  I gave my eyes a few moments to become accustomed to the
gloom.  Joey was fast asleep, half lying on his side facing into the
middle of the room.  His arms were outside the sheet, folded across
his chest; his knees were folded slightly, pushing his middle-body
away from me.

I sat down on the bed, in the space left between his knees and his
head, and very gently shook his shoulder.  "Wake up Joey!  Rise and
shine!"  There was no reaction, so I  shook him once more.  There was
a slight groan and one eye half opened.  "Come on Joey, we're all
going out for a walk". The eye closed, and the body collapsed flat
onto the bed. I leaned over to shake both shoulders.  As my hands
touched his skin, instead of the normal fleeting contact, I felt an
overpowering urge to leave them there.  I compromised by lingering too
long, and dragging my hands down onto his chest as I removed them from
his body.

The eye opened fully, closely followed by the other.  He yawned and
passed a hand through his hair.  He yawned again and then closed both
eyes.  I could see that this wasn't going to get me very far, so I got
up from the bed and opened the curtains.  There was no reaction to the
sudden burst of light, but I now had an opportunity to examine the boy
carefully.  The top of the bed sheet had now come to rest further down
his chest than the night before.  I sat down in my previous position
gulping in the sight.  His chest was devoid of almost any body hair,
and like his arms was slightly tanned - dark enough to show up the
golden hairs on his arms.  His upper lip showed the faintest hint of
darkening and there was the scar of an old zit visible on his chin.
His mouth was slightly open and I could see his tongue lightly resting
on his beautifully white lower front teeth. Above his narrow nose his
large closed eyes were shut tight, his eyebrows slanting upwards
giving his expression a somewhat questioning air.  His brown hair was
in complete disarray, but the remains of his middle parting was still
just discernible.

There was little sign of life from the boy, except for the faint rise
and fall of his chest. I decided to be bold - grabbing the top of the
sheet in one hand, I got up off the bed and started to move towards
his feet, uncovering the sheet from his body as I moved.  This
provoked an almost immediate reaction - as the sheet revealed his
navel he moved both hands over his crotch, trapping the sheet as it
threatened to reveal all.  I carried on moving down, and he was forced
to sit up and hold on with all his strength.  We reached a stalemate
position;  I had gathered most of the sheet in my arms, but one part
of it stretched out to him as he held his end fast in his hands.

"That seems to have woken you up!" I said.  Joey mumbled something in
reply.  "Well, are you awake or not?" I continued.  Joey lifted his
head to look at me, and perhaps thinking that the tug-of-war was over,
relaxed his grip, taking me by surprise.  In a rush, the remains of
the sheet flapped in my direction and in an instant his completely
naked body was revealed before me.  There was a sudden silence,
neither of us knowing what to do.  I was facing him and therefore
couldn't help but take in all the previously hidden details.  An early
morning erection had not entirely disappeared, so that his circumcised
tool stood a little way above his scrotum bending reluctantly down
towards it.  The entire area was covered by a smattering of lightly
colored hair.

Joey made no attempt to cover up, he just looked up towards me and
grinned. "Do you like it?" he asked.  There was nothing to lose now -
I nodded my head.  "Do you want to sit beside me?"  I looked back to
make sure that the door was fully closed, and then went to the bed and
sat down in my previous position.  Dry mouthed, I put my left hand on
the boy's chest.  I began to stroke it - God! it felt so smooth.  The
circles my hand was describing gradually got larger, until I was
feeling his nipples, his navel and then lower down, to the top line of
his  pubes.  I stopped there, my hand within a few inches of his young
prick.  He moved his body up the bed, and as he did so, I  felt my
hand come into contact with his stiffening tool.  My fingers spread
out to enclose it, and then folded themselves around it.  Immediately
I started to move my hand up and down the shaft - his soft skin
following my movements.  Joey lay back on the bed, his arms cupped
behind his head. He started to make appreciative noises, "Christ Dave,
that feels great. Keep going man!"

I didn't need much encouragement - quickly swapping hands, so that my
right hand took over the wanking, my left hand was free to make other
explorations.  I let it fall to the base of his cock and lightly
floated my fingers over the hairs on his scrotum.  Then, with the back
of my hand I lightly touched the skin of his bag and then felt gently
felt each young ball with the tips of my fingers.  He began to make
small thrusting movements with his groin, and I knew that he was
getting close to his climax.   I licked my lips - I was going to make
this a truly memorable occasion for him.  Whilst continuing my hand
movements, I bent over and in one move transferred from hand to mouth.
I instantly began to suck his five or so inches deep into my mouth, my
wet lips stroking the smooth skin as I moved my head to and fro. His
butt left the bed as he began to fuck my mouth in small but rapid
movements. Suddenly he pushed up even harder, and I felt his first
burst of cum drench the inside of my mouth.  I sucked harder, and once
again he pushed up and shoot another load.  "Oh God, man, suck me,
just suck me", he cried.  I did as I was told, whilst his fucking
movements continued and my mouth began to fill up with his sweet and
salty cum. I continued working on the young tool kneading it with my
tongue and feeling the pressure of its head against the roof of my
mouth. Gradually the movements began to subside and he came to a halt,
his prick still inside my mouth.

Eventually, he lowered himself down  whilst I savoured the taste of
his cum and swallowed it slowly.  I looked at his sticky prick which
hadn't softened by very much. The glans looked red and swollen, and I
could see traces of my spit and his cum trailing from it.  I gently
squeezed the end and a last small drop of cum appeared and slowly slid
to the underside of the glans.  I dropped my head and sticking out my
tongue, licked his prick clean.

We both heard a noise from downstairs, I shot up off the bed and
quickly threw the sheet over him.  He quickly spread it over the lower
half of his body, and I made for the entrance, my own prick jutting
out in front of me. I  opened the door, just as Anna appeared at the
top of the stairs.  I thrust a hand in my pocket and managed to
straighten up my dick inside my shorts.  "Did you have any luck?" she
enquired.

"I see what you mean, he sure is a heavy sleeper", I replied. 

"Still, he's wide awake now - he'll be down in a moment".  Anna
smiled, and I followed her back down the stairs.  Joey appeared about
ten minutes later, dressed in 501s, pale green T-shirt and a tatty
pair of trainers.  We all climbed into John's car, and after a short
journey arrived at the lakeside car park.  We got out and made for a
nearby hill, about a mile distant.  Joey and I walked side by side, as
John and Anna strode ahead, leaving us gradually behind.  One of us
was going to have to say something, I cleared my throat in
anticipation, but Joey started first, "Dave, that was great what
happened just now at home".

I shook my head, "I have to say Joey, I didn't come here with the
intention of having sex with you.  I mean, it's not all that clever
having sex with a young boy in his parents' home."

Joey smiled, "Don't worry Dave, I won't tell; anyway it's what I
wanted.  I've known about you ever since when you came up to us at the
time of the blizzards."  I was puzzled, I didn't remember making any
advances to him - besides which boys of Joey's age only turned me on
in the sense that when I thought of them I could dream about what they
might become.  Joey obviously could sense my confusion; he went on, "I
saw those magazines which you brought with you.  I'd never seen
anything like them".  I immediately knew what he was talking about.
Whenever I went away, I took a few jerk off mags with me, just in case
I ever got bored.  "So you had a look round my room?", I said.

"Sure," he replied, "I was just sort of curious, you know. Anyway,
although I was shocked at the time, I always remembered those
pictures, and well, just recently I've got really turned on by sex,
and sex with other guys  in particular."

"I still don't quite understand," I replied, "When I was your age, OK
I jacked off alone and with other boys of my own age, but I wouldn't
have dreamt of doing it with some one as old as I am now".

"Yeah,  I  guess I can see what you mean, it's just that I don't
really see you as 'old' - you're more like an eldest brother to me,
rather than a friend of my parents."

"That's nice..." I started, but we were interrupted by John waving at
us, telling us to get a move on.  As we started to catch the leaders
up, Joey said to me, "Anyway, I should think we've got some unfinished
business to attend to when we get back".  The walk couldn't finish
soon enough.

Unfortunately, for the rest of the day there was no opportunity to be
left alone.  After lunch, John and I set to work on his latest
restoration project, and then after dinner, it was agreed that we'd
play bridge together.  Joey had just started to pick up the game, and
partnered John.  He obviously got pretty annoyed at the constant
stream of advice from his father and  Anna and I won pretty easily in
the end. It was about midnight when we decided to call it day, so we
all trooped upstairs together and went our separate ways.

I got undressed and flopped into my bed.  I lay there thinking about
the events of earlier in the day.  Snatches of the morning's events
flashed through my mind:- Joey's sexy stomach; his armpits with their
smattering of hair; his penis not quite fully grown, but obviously
constantly active. As I thought about all this, I started to stroke my
cock, but decided not to toss myself off - perhaps I might get some
help from another source.

I was woken up by the touch of a hand shaking my arm.  I lazily opened
my eyes - it was still dark outside and I couldn't make out who was
there.

"Ssshh!  Mum and Dad's bedroom is down the hall, but we'd be best not
making too much noise". I reached out for the bedside light and turned
it on.  Joey was standing beside me, dressed only in his shorts.
Without a further word, he stooped down and got into the bed beside
me.

We leant on our sides, facing each other.  He moved first, gently
brushing his hand through the hair on my chest.  I reciprocated and we
snuggled up closer together so that our chests were touching.  I
looked down, his nipples seemed to be so much smaller than mine; they
looked so innocent, a pink tip surrounded by a tiny circle of lighter
pink, adrift on a silky sea of brown skin.

I put my arm around on to his back, and pulled him into me.  He raised
his head and put his lips on mine.  We kissed simply, and then again,
lingering for a few seconds.  I lay back on the bed, and Joey, with
his knees on either side of my middle leant over me - I could feel the
slight tickle of his erect cock as it muzzled against my chest.  We
kissed again, this time our mouths opening, our tongues flicking out
into each other's mouths.  The boy relaxed down leaning on my right
arm.  His left hand started to roam over my chest, and finally made a
slow descent down towards my prick.  He brushed his fingers through my
pubes and then grasped my thickening shaft in his hand.  He didn't
start to stroke it, content presumably to feel the blood rushing into
it, to feel it reaching its full size.  He squeezed the head, and the
sensation sent a shock right through to the base of my prick and
beyond.

Once again he got up and knelt over me, this time positioning himself
a little lower down.  He grasped my tool with both hands and started
to knead it up and down very slowly, looking down as he did so, his
mouth slightly open.  I reached up and started to stroke his chest and
sides, but his butt was too far away for me to get to his own
genitals. He continued to rub me as a drop of pre-cum emerged from my
tip.  He paused for a moment, to smear it round the head, and carried
on.  I was determined that this should last for as long as possible,
so I raised myself off the bed, forcing him to discontinue his work.

I motioned him to turn round, so that for a moment his butt waved
tantalisingly near my face.  I moved my whole body further down the
bed, so that his groin was level with my head, whilst he arranged
himself so that his mouth was inches from my cock.  I pulled his
shorts down to his thighs.  His cock was almost completely erect;  I
could see it pumping up with every beat of his heart.  It was a
beautiful sight; the head blossoming out, the blue and crimson blood
vessels streaking up and down the shaft, his scrotum dimpled into his
body - the oval balls just visible.  I opened my mouth and took him
into me.  At the same time, he grabbed my cock and pushed it towards
his mouth. He started to lick my head with short strokes, pausing at
the tip now and again to dab his tongue down into it.  Slowly, he
started to take the shaft into his mouth.  I tried not to push,
letting him take it at his own pace.  After a few inches he closed his
lips and started to suck and stroke me at the same time.  Meanwhile he
started to stroke my balls with one hand, gently massaging and
stroking the sac.

I let his penis slip out of mouth and instead I started to mouth his
shrunken scrotum.  The smell which wafted into my nose was a mixture
of boy-sweat and boy-cum.  I breathed in deeply, hoping to be able to
remember this potent mixture at a later date.  My own cock was now
deep inside his mouth - I could feel the tip butting against the
entrance to his throat.  I pulled back slightly - but thinking that I
was withdrawing from him made the boy re-double his efforts.  I was
now beginning my own thrusts, as I felt the start of my climax begin
to feel its way from deep within my groin.

I began sucking him off again.  I took his entire length into my
mouth, and at the same time clasped him by his butt-cheeks, pulling
him into me.  My cock began to swell out and with a gasp I began to
fill his mouth.  I jerked again, and I felt him suck as each jet
spurted into him.  I pushed his cock out of my mouth and began to
massage him vigorously with my hand.  I felt his first ejaculation
explode from him, the cum shooting out and pouring down my face.  I
continued to rub him as each jet exploded from him.  My mouth closed
in on him once more as his orgasm began to subside, as I sucked the
last fluid from him. He copied my actions, and for a few minutes we
lay there with each others softening cocks in our mouths, licking and
tasting each other's juices.

At last I pulled out of him.  He started to lick my chest with his
sticky tongue.  Gradually he licked his way up to my mouth; we kissed,
this time holding our mouths together,- teasing the fresh taste of our
cum on our tongues.  Finally we relaxed apart staring at one another,
but feeling  no need to say anything.  I went to sleep, re-living the
past few moments of ecstasy  once again in my mind.

Once again, the sun woke me up.  Joey had gone, the only  trace of him
was the faintest odour of his body, and the sticky patches on my
chest. I got up, dressed and went downstairs.  "Sleep well?" asked
Anna. I nodded and sat down at the table.  "Jo's out to the world, I'm
afraid", she continued, "I think I'll leave him to sleep on". John and
I went back to work on the bike,  and it was only just before lunch
that Joey made an appearance.  He said very little during the meal,
and once it was finished disappeared into his room to do some
homework.

It soon grew time for me to head for home. Having fetched my bag I
reported to John and Anna that I'd go upstairs to say good-bye to
Joey. I knocked on his door, and heard his immediate "Come on in". He
was sitting at his desk, staring into the screen.  "I've come to say
good- bye," I said.  "Thanks for a lovely weekend, and especially for
last night.  I really enjoyed it."

"So did I", he answered.  "And I've got a little souvenir for you." He
opened his desk draw and pulled out a crumpled tissue.  I took it in
my hand and felt its warm clammy wetness.  I drew it briefly up to my
nose, and then put it into my trouser pocket.  "Thanks", I said. and
left the room hurriedly.

Anna and John waved me off.  "I dunno", John said, "You'd think that
Jo would have come down to say 'good-bye', especially as he asked me
earlier on if he could ask you if he could perhaps come and stay with
you during the next vacation."  I shrugged my shoulders in sympathy,
and drove off - one hand in my pocket seeking out the remainders of
Joey's day.

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