RENEGADES & OUTLAWS


By Pink Panther


All the usual disclaimers apply.

And on the story goes! As always, feedback is more than welcome, especially from readers who have not written previously. Please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I’ll reply as soon as I can.


CHAPTER TWENTY SIX


His homework completed, Tommy made his way down to the music room where Josh was still practising. He sat in the armchair, waiting for Josh to finish. He looked tense, Josh noted, as though something was bothering him. He’d soon put that right, he told himself.

Come on, let’s go upstairs,” he said, smiling.

He ushered Tommy into his bedroom, closing the door behind them. He began undoing the buttons on Tommy’s white school shirt.

Josh, we can’t do it,” Tommy said abruptly.

Can’t do it?” Josh queried. “Why not?”

I’ve got something wrong with my dick,” Tommy said, looking distressed. “It’s all itchy and there’s some stuff oozing out of it. I caught it off Kevin, and now Frank’s got it as well.”

Tommy, that’s terrible!” Josh said, looking the boy right in the eye. “What are you going to do?”

Frank’s arranged for us all to see this doctor, get it sorted out. He reckons it’s probably not that serious, but we can’t do anything till it clears up.”

Well, I hope you’re going to be okay,” Josh said, looking concerned. “When will you know?”

Not sure,” Tommy responded, shrugging. “We’re going to the doctor’s on Thursday. I’ll let you know what he says.”

I guess we’ll have to keep our fingers crossed,” Josh said encouragingly.

The thing is, I may have given it to you,” Tommy said baldly.

There was a stunned silence, Josh trying desperately to get his head round it. This was what Mark had warned him about, and now it had happened, or it least it might have. He needed to see a doctor, but how could he do that without his mum finding out? There was only one possibility; he’d have to ask Mark.

What are you going to say to your mum?” Tommy asked, looking concerned.

Nothing unless I have to,” Josh said nervously. “I think I know someone who might be able to help me.”

Sorry,” Tommy said.

It’s not your fault,” Josh said reassuringly. “And you’ve still got to come here to do your homework; we’re not letting that go.”

Yeah, thanks,” Tommy said, managing a smile.


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Josh dialled Ryan’s number. It rang several times before Ryan answered.

Hi!” Josh greeted. “You okay?”

Yeah, cool,” Ryan said. “Sorry I was a long time; I was upstairs practising.”

No problem!” Josh said brightly. “Ry, I need to ask you a favour. Could you give me Mark’s telephone number?”

Why?” Ryan queried.

I need to ask him something,” Josh said guardedly. “Please Ry!”

Yeah, I guess,” Ryan responded before reluctantly giving Josh the number.

Thanks Ry,” Josh said warmly. “I’ll tell you about it later, I promise.”

Actually, this is a good time to call him,” Ryan advised. “He should be back from the office by now. Don’t leave it too late; they rehearse Monday evenings.”

Thanks Ry,” Josh repeated. “See you Friday, yeah?”

Yeah, cool!” Ryan agreed.

Josh put down the phone. That was the easy part done; telling Mark was going to be much more difficult. He dialled again, his heart thumping in his chest. It was answered almost immediately.

Hi Mark,” Josh said. “It’s Josh. Sorry for calling you like this but I need to ask you something important. Ryan gave me your number.”

Fair enough,” Mark answered, already sensing that something wasn’t right. “What’s the problem?”

It’s Tommy,” Josh told him. “He’s got something wrong with his dick. He thinks he might have given it to me.”

That’s not good,” Mark said. “I was concerned something like this might happen. So how did Tommy get it? Does he know?”

Off his stepbrother.”

Older or younger?”

Older; he’s fifteen, I think.”

I see,” Mark responded. “So you need to get yourself checked out, but you obviously don’t want your mum to know.”

Yes,” Josh confirmed.

Well, you’re going to have to leave this with me,” Mark said firmly. “I’ll see what I can do. Call me this time tomorrow, yeah?”

Yeah, thanks,” Josh said, somewhat relieved.

So how are Tommy and his stepbrother getting checked out?” Mark asked.

Tommy’s stepdad’s arranged for them to see a doctor,” Josh said.

So presumably he knows what they’ve been getting up to.” Mark suggested.

Yeah,” Josh conceded, not wishing to give away more than he had to.

Sounds a bit weird to me,” Mark commented, “but I guess they’re not my problem. Sorry, but I need to get on; we’re rehearsing this evening. I’ll speak to you tomorrow, yeah?”

Yeah, thanks,” Josh repeated.


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As soon as school finished, Josh hurried to Newton Oaks village. He took the bus to the city, reaching Mark’s office at five to four. Making his way into the foyer, he sat on one of the sofas under the baleful gaze of the security guard. He was very nervous. Mark had made an appointment for him to see someone; that was all he knew.

A couple of minutes later Mark appeared. They headed out onto the street, striding purposefully towards the Mark’s apartment building. They entered the building and stepped into the elevator.

I’ve arranged for Rob to see you at my place,” Mark said as quietly. “I thought it would be easier that way. As soon as he’s finished, I’ll drop you home.”

Thanks,” Josh answered, smiling. “I really do appreciate you doing this for me.”

That’s okay,” Mark responded, letting them into the flat. “Rob’s the guy that keeps me checked out, you know, when I’ve been on holiday and that. He and I have a common interest, if you understand my meaning.”

You mean he likes boys too?” Josh queried.

Pretty much,” Mark confirmed, “so I hope you won’t mind him doing a full examination. Don’t worry; he’s very gentle.”

How old?” Josh enquired.

About the same as me,” Mark said. “He’s okay; you’ll like him.”

Josh shrugged, just hoping Mark was right. They chatted inconsequentially for several minutes. Suddenly, the intercom sounded. Mark answered it, buzzing the visitor into the building.

He’s on his way up,” he said quietly.

Josh was suddenly nervous again, hoping that everything would be okay. Mark went to the front door. He returned a minute later, followed by a slim guy, around 5’8” tall, with blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. He looked more like twenty than thirty.

Josh, this is Rob,” he announced.

Hi Josh,” Rob said, smiling.

Josh immediately relaxed. Rob definitely looked okay; in fact he looked more than okay.

Mark tells me you’ve encountered something of a problem,” Rob said gently. “I just need to have a look at you; then I’ll give you something that should help.”

He led the way into Mark’s bedroom, closing the door behind them. Josh immediately began to undress. Rob sat on the chair looking on, trying to avoid licking his lips; the boy was every bit as delectable as Mark had described him. Josh was already fully erect. He pulled off his underpants and stood in front of Rob, awaiting the man’s examination.

You are a horny little boy,” Rob noted, admiring Josh’s erection, “Mark said you were. Developing very nicely too,” he added, running his hand along the inside of Josh’s thigh. “When will you be twelve?”

At the end of June,” Josh told him.

And are you able to cum yet?” Rob asked.

Yeah, well, a bit,” Josh confirmed. “I had my first squirt a couple of weeks ago.”

Excellent!” Rob cooed, gently fondling Josh’s balls. “I’d love to suck you off, but I don’t think it would be a good idea right at the moment; another time maybe. This friend of yours; what symptoms did he have?”

He said his dick was all itchy,” Josh told him, “and that there was some stuff oozing out of it.”

Sounds pretty standard,” Rob commented. “And have you had any symptoms like that?”

No,” Josh said firmly.

Well there doesn’t seem to be a problem as yet,” Rob observed, carefully examining Josh’s penis and retracting the foreskin. “Turn round for me.”

Josh did as he was asked, bending over so that Rob could examine his anus.

Well, I can see you’ve been getting plenty of action back there,” Rob said. “And all without using condoms, I understand?”

Yeah,” Josh admitted, turning round again.

That really is most unwise,” Rob stated. “Once we’ve made sure you’re all clear, I’ll have to teach you how to use condoms; it really is the only sensible way.”

He stood up. “I’m just going to take a blood sample,” he said brightly.

He produced a kit from his bag, drawing a small amount of blood from Josh’s arm.

I’ll get this analysed,” he said gently. “I should have the results in a few days. I’ll let Mark know. And you’re to take these anti-biotics,” he added, taking out a box of pills. “One tablet three times a day, and make sure you finish the course.”

Thanks,” Josh said quietly.

I want to see you again in three weeks,” Rob said, smiling. “I don’t think this is anything to worry about, but in the meantime, sex is off the agenda, okay?”

Yeah, I understand,” Josh said, looking at the hard bulge in Rob’s trousers. “So don’t you want me to do anything for you now?”

Well, a little hand-job might be nice,” Rob conceded.

Get your clothes off then,” Josh said, giggling. “You can’t do it like that; you’ll get all messy!”

Rob quickly undressed. Naked he looked even younger. They snuggled up on Mark’s bed.

If I’d seen you at the swimming pool or something,” Josh commented, wrapping his fingers around Rob’s uncut cock, “I’d have thought you were about nineteen.”

Thanks,” Rob whispered. “Flattery will get you everywhere!”

Josh set to work, expertly rubbing Rob’s penis.

That’s very good!” Rob breathed. “Feels wonderful!”

He lay back, basking in Josh’s ministrations. He hadn’t been with a boy since the previous summer; having this delightful specimen masturbate him so beautifully was a total joy.

Just a bit faster!” he moaned, eager to bring on his impending orgasm.

Josh speeded up his stroking.

Oh! Ohh!! Ohhhhhh!!!” Rob groaned.

His penis jerked wildly, several volleys of creamy white spunk spraying over his chest and tummy.

That was superb!” he gasped, “Oh yeah!”

Josh grinned, hopping off the bed. He dressed quickly and headed back to the lounge room.

So how was it?” Mark asked.

Great,” Josh said, flopping down in the armchair. “He’s really nice.”

So did you do something for him then?” Mark enquired.

Just gave him a wank,” Josh said casually. “He wouldn’t let me do anything else. I’ve got to come back in three weeks.”

Sounds about right,” Mark answered. “Don’t worry; you’ll be fine.”

Josh sat back, gathering his thoughts. He’d have to remember to take the pills Rob had given him and to keep them where his mum wouldn’t find them. That wouldn’t be too difficult. As for sex, he’d just have to be patient.


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It was just before seven when Ryan arrived. Josh opened the door and let him in. they wandered up to his bedroom. He wasn’t looking forward to this. He’d toyed with the idea of making up an excuse, but he knew it wouldn’t work. Ryan would see straight through it and then there’d be an argument. He screwed up his courage.

We won’t be able to do anything this evening,” he said quietly. “I think I might have caught something . . . , you know.”

What d’you mean ‘might have’?” Ryan queried.

Promise not to say anything?” Josh insisted.

Yeah, course I won’t,” Ryan assured him.

Tommy’s dick’s all sore and itchy,” Josh said. “I seem to be okay, but I wanted to make sure.”

So was that why you needed Mark’s number?” Ryan asked.

Yeah, Mark arranged for me to see a doctor without mum knowing,” Josh admitted.

And?” Ryan demanded.

He said it probably wasn’t too serious,” Josh said, “but he gave me some anti-biotics and told me I wasn’t to do anything till he sees me again in three weeks.”

Oh, I see,” Ryan said casually. “Well that’s okay then.”

Josh breathed a sigh of relief. Ryan hadn’t asked how Tommy had got infected. Explaining that would have been very awkward.


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Josh set off early for the Sunday afternoon band rehearsal. He needed to speak to Zac, and hoped to catch him before the other boys arrived. This was going to be the really hard one. He still didn’t know Zac that well and wasn’t sure how the boy would react. He rang the bell of the barn-studio. Moments later, Zac appeared.

You’re early!” he commented. “There’s nobody else here yet.”

Yeah, well I wanted to speak to you,” Josh said nervously.

Yeah?” Zac queried. “What about?”

I won’t be able to stay behind afterwards,” Josh told him. “I’ve got a problem.”

What sort of problem?” Zac demanded.

I think I might have . . . you know, caught something.”

Now let me guess,” Zac said scornfully. “That’d be from that rough kid off the estate. Fuck knows what you hang out with him for.”

Don’t talk about Tommy like that!” Josh snapped, his eyes blazing.

Zac hesitated; he’d never seen Josh angry before.

We’re lucky, yeah?” Josh continued vehemently. “We can have whatever we want, more or less. Tommy gets nothing. Yes, me and Tommy do have sex, but he comes to my house to do his homework cause he’s got nowhere to do it at home. He’s working his socks off so that he can get out and make something of his life. How d’you think you’d get on if you had to do that?”

Sorry,” Zac said apologetically. “I didn’t realise. That must be really hard.”

Yeah,” Josh confirmed. “Tommy’s great. His mum doesn’t care and his step-brother’s an arsehole, but he doesn’t moan; he just gets on with it.”

His step-brother?” Zac questioned. “Is that the kid Damian had the run-in with?”

Yeah,” Josh confirmed.

Now he is an arsehole!” Zac said, grinning. “Right fuckin’ tosser! So I guess you like Tommy a lot.”

Yeah, I do,” Josh confirmed.

And have you seen a doctor?” Zac asked.

Yeah,” Josh confirmed. “he said it’s probably not that serious, but I’m not to do anything for three weeks.”

Well, you just get yourself better,” Zac said gently, putting his arm round Josh’s shoulder. “Sorry about what I said earlier; I was out of order.”

That’s okay,” Josh said, smiling up at him. “You know now.”


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Peewee strolled out of the flat and down the stairs. He sat on the grass in front of the block, basking in the warm evening sunshine. He’d just had the best weekend ever. On the Friday evening he’d taken Claire to the cinema again. As on the previous occasion, they’d snuggled up near the back, but this time things had gone further. Not content with just putting her hand on his penis, Claire had opened the button on his boxer briefs, slipped her hand inside and wanked him off. That had been really special!

On the Saturday, they’d gone to the theme park at Wellstead Manor. They’d had a fantastic time, screaming together as the rode the big roller coaster and getting soaking wet on the water rides, though in the late May sunshine, it had hardly mattered. As usual, he’d paid for everything, including lunch, burgers and fries followed by ice-creams and candy floss, all washed down with a large flagon of cola.

In between rides they’d chilled out. Just being out in the sunshine with a pretty girl like Claire was such a great feeling. He’d got envious looks from some of the other boys who were there; that had had made it even better. He’d got a pretty girlfriend to share the day with; they hadn’t. For the first time in his life, he’d got something other kids wanted; he liked that! Just a few months earlier, he’d been the poor kid with tatty clothes and no money; he’d never have dreamed that he’d be able to do that sort of stuff. But now he could, and he was making the most of it.

It hadn’t come cheap; by the time they got home he had less than two pounds left, but it wasn’t a problem. Spending the evening with one of Terry’s friends and the Sunday lunchtime with Terry himself had dealt with it. The sex had been nothing to write home about. As soon as he was naked, Terry’s friend, a tall, bony guy in his fifties, had laid him on his tummy and cursorily fucked him. Terry hadn’t even undressed him, just pulled down his pants before fucking him over the kitchen table. But it wasn’t important; a hundred quid was a hundred quid.

After leaving Terry’s house, he’d gone to the KFC in Newton Oaks village. He’d pretty much gone through the menu, drumsticks and spicy wings with coleslaw, large fries and a large cola. On his way home, he’d scored some weed before strolling back to the flat. He’d changed out of his soiled underpants, putting on boxer briefs and cargo shorts, finally crashing out in front of the telly.

But now, with his mum safely out of the way, he was sitting outside, waiting for Claire to show up. He didn’t have to wait long, Claire trotting across the grass towards him. Peewee licked his lips. She was dressed in a red skirt that came down to mid-thigh and crop-top which left her midriff completely exposed. The message couldn’t have been clearer; she was well up for it. She flopped down next to him.

You okay?” he asked, smiling at her.

Yeah, sure,” Claire said, smiling back.

Wanna come up to mine?” Peewee continued.

Claire didn’t even question it. She knew the score. Peewee had spent money on her several times, including buying her a bracelet for her birthday. Now he expected his reward. She was going to make sure he got it.

Yeah, if you want,” she said, getting to her feet.

Peewee led the way upstairs. He let them into the flat, guiding Claire through to the lounge room. It was pretty scruffy, but that didn’t matter; she didn’t live in a palace either. He turned on the telly and flopped down on the sofa. Claire snuggled up next to him. After a few minutes he slowly built a spliff, taking care not to make it too strong. He took a couple of drags.

Want some?” he asked.

Claire nodded. He passed it to her. She took a short drag and handed it back. Not her first time, Peewee judged, but she definitely wasn’t used to it. He took a final long drag and killed it. They snuggled up again, their lips meeting, their hands roaming everywhere. Peewee was on cloud nine, the touch of Claire’s fingers making him hornier by the second.

Let’s go to my room,” he suggested.

Claire made no objection, following obediently as he took her by the hand and led her through. She knew what was going to happen; it wasn’t the first time she’d done this either. They began to undress each other, slowly, sensuously; taking time to savour the experience. Claire’s top went first, allowing Peewee’s hands to wander over her small, firm breasts.

Peewee’s tee-shirt was next to go, followed by his shorts and Claire’s skirt. Peewee was awestruck. Claire was pretty anyway, everybody said so, but dressed only in her panties she was simply stunning. Claire was impressed too, Peewee’s body so firm and lean. They stood, chest to chest, Peewee’s arms draped over Claire’s shoulders, his hands massaging her back, her hands clasped around his waist.

He leaned forwards. Their lips met, Claire’s tongue pushing into his mouth. She was up for it alright! Very slowly he licked his way down her body until he was kneeling in front of her. Very gently he lowered her panties. The sight he’d been waiting for was right in front of him, still completely hairless, just as he’d hoped. He shuffled forwards, running his tongue along her cunt-lips. He pushed inside, licking eagerly.

After a few seconds, he pulled back. He got to his feet. Now it was Claire’s turn. She dropped to her knees, quickly pulling down Peewee’s boxer briefs. She smiled, her eyes confirming what her hand had already discovered. Even if she’d moved on a bit since the last time she’d had sex, it wouldn’t matter; Peewee wouldn’t be able to get her pregnant.

They got onto the bed, kissing and fondling. Claire rolled onto her back pulling Peewee over on top of her. It was all the invitation he needed, his penis homing in unerringly on her cunt. He thrust it in; with barely a moment’s pause he began to fuck. Claire moaned with pleasure, her legs wrapped around Peewee’s thighs. Lee Whitehead had hurt her, his large, thirteen year old cock tearing her hymen. Peewee had caused her no pain at all, his hard boy-spike stimulating her clitoris in the best way possible. Peewee ploughed on, totally lost in the moment, thrusting harder and harder, the tingling in his penis building steadily. He shuddered from head to toe. His cock jerked wildly, trying desperately to pump out the semen his balls had yet to produce.

After several seconds he slowly withdrew, rolling off onto his back. He was in wonderland, totally at peace, his every dream fulfilled. It had been the ultimate experience, what he’d been born for, what every boy was born for. Better still, it meant he was somebody. He’d had his cock right up Claire’s tight little cunt. Only the really cool kids got to do that, the ones who could do whatever they wanted. He’d always envied boys like that; now he was one of them. He allowed himself a smile. Gary always acted like he was really cool, especially when he’d started going out with Joanne, but she wouldn’t even let him feel her up. Well, there was nothing cool about that!


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The glorious weather continued, spring turning rapidly into summer. Mark set off from the flat, heading for Newton Valley. It was Tuesday evening; time to meet Peewee. Over the weeks since their first meeting, things hadn’t gone quite as he’d hoped. He’d asked Peewee what his interests were, what he hoped to do when he grew up, suggested that he might join the swimming club or the athletics club. The boy had pretty well blanked him; he just wouldn’t communicate. It was as though the lad didn’t want him getting too close.

What had become clear was that apart from playing football, Peewee’s life consisted of doing punters, hanging out on the estate and going out with his girlfriend. He was in all the bottom groups at school and seemed to have no expectation of ever achieving anything. It made Mark feel very uneasy. He’d have liked to help the boy, offer him some advice and support, but Peewee simply wouldn’t let him.

He drove onto the leisure centre car-park, noting that Peewee wasn’t around. He parked up where he could see the centre entrance and waited, carefully watching the comings and goings. A few minutes later he spotted the lad heading towards the centre. Mark swung the car around to their usual pick-up point. Peewee strolled across and got in. Mark noticed immediately. Not only was the boy stoned; he reeked of cannabis.

So what have you been up to, young man?” he asked, giving the boy a look of disapproval.

Just been havin’ a little smoke,” Peewee answered defensively.

Well I’d say you’ve smoked quite a bit,” Mark countered. “You want to be careful; that stuff can mess up your brain.”

Peewee didn’t respond.

So have you got any on you now?” Mark asked.

Yeah, a bit,” Peewee said resentfully.

If you want to smoke weed, that’s up to you,” Mark said firmly, “but if you’re coming over to mine, I’d be grateful if you didn’t bring it with you.”

Peewee turned away, staring sulkily out of the window. What did it matter if he was stoned? He’d still be good sex; that was why he was there. His other punters didn’t give him that sort of grief. It was frustrating; when it came to sex, Mark was the best one he’d got. He was a good payer too, but he ruined it by keeping on at him, telling him he ought to do this and he shouldn’t do that. He didn’t need it. It was his life; he was in charge. He didn’t want someone telling him what to do; it was like being at school.

So did you have a good weekend?” Mark asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Yeah, okay,” Peewee said, non-committal as ever.

So what did you get up to?” Mark continued.

Sunday night Claire came to our flat,” Peewee said pointedly. “She let me fuck her.”

Hmmmm! I bet you enjoyed that!” Mark offered, giving the boy a smile.

Yeah, it was wicked!” Peewee responded, smirking.

Mark grinned, his cock already rock hard, the image of Peewee screwing his girlfriend playing through his brain. On his travels he’d met several boys like Peewee. Outwardly he was aggressively straight; on the quiet, he loved being fucked. He found this apparent contradiction a huge turn-on.

A few minutes later they were back at his flat. As soon as they were in the bedroom, Peewee’s sulkiness disappeared. He knew they’d have great sex; they always did. Over the next half hour they kissed and sucked and fondled, stuff many of his punters didn’t bother with. Finally, Mark got him onto all fours, pushing his tongue into the boy’s anus.

Time for you to show me your party piece,” he announced.

Peewee flipped onto his back, drawing his legs up, his knees wide apart. Mark shuffled into position, thrusting inside. They fucked; they kissed, going for it as though on a spaceship hurtling towards inevitable destruction. It was fantastic sex, the best possible, bringing each of them to a shuddering climax. But then it was over, and the tension resurfaced, Peewee retreating into his protective shell. The journey back to Newton Valley passed off in silence as once again they found themselves ill at ease in each other’s company.

Same time next week,” Mark suggested, bringing the car to a halt near the leisure centre.

Yeah, sure,” Peewee responded with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm.

He got out of the car, striding away towards the estate. Mark drove home, his brain totally scrambled. He gave Peewee money that he spent on buying himself some nice clothes; he had no problem with that. He gave the boy money that he spent taking his girlfriend out; he didn’t have a problem with that either. But he did have serious concerns about giving the boy money to spend on drugs.

Although he’d never seen it first hand, he knew how it worked. Peewee was fresh meat and very young. For a time, maybe a few years, he’d do very well, be able to have whatever he wanted. But he was at the top of a very slippery slope. As he got older, punters would become harder to find; the guys who were clamouring to have sex with him now wouldn’t want him any more. By that time he’d almost certainly have developed a drug habit which he’d no longer have the income to feed. So he’d turn to thieving, dealing or pimping younger kids. It was all downhill from there. He remembered Viktor, the Ukrainian street boy. That was how Peewee could end up.


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Ryan and Ashley reached Mark’s office building and made their way inside. Ryan was pleased to see a different security guard at the desk, a much younger guy than the one he’d encountered before.

Is it okay if we wait for Mr. Connolly from the actuarial department?” he asked politely. “He should be out soon.”

No problem,” the man responded, smiling. “Make yourselves comfortable.”

The boys sat on one of the sofas, chatting quietly about nothing in particular. Just after five o’clock, Mark emerged from the elevator and they were on their way. They strolled towards his apartment building, enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine. It was the first time that Mark had spent time with Ashley without the rest of the gang in attendance. While he’d been aware of Ashley’s eagerness to learn and his sunny, easy-going nature; he hadn’t previously encountered the boy’s mischievous sense of humour. By the time they reached the flat, all three of them were in great spirits.


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Spirits were still high when they returned from the gig and trooped into the kitchen. It was twenty to twelve.

So is it tea for everyone?” Mark asked.

Please!” the boys chorused in unison.

Three mugs of hot, milky tea were produced. They wandered through to the lounge room to drink it, the boys taking the sofa, Mark sitting opposite them on one of the armchairs.

So was it worth coming?” he enquired.

Yeah, it was wicked!” Ashley enthused. “My ears are still ringing! That P.A. system was amazing!”

He talked the sound engineer to death!” Ryan giggled.

Oh, Moz is one of the good guys,” Mark said warmly. “I’m sure he didn’t mind.”

He was great!” Ashley bubbled. “Explaining what all the different bits were for and how it all worked.”

Mark sat back in his chair, finishing his tea. He’d rarely seen Ryan so happy and relaxed; spending time with Ashley was exactly what the boy needed. Despite his earlier misgivings, inviting Ashley to the gig had been an excellent move, even if nothing more came of it. Ashley was everything that Peewee wasn’t: open and friendly, with an infectious enthusiasm for life. He was an absolute joy to have around.

Okay, time for bed!” Mark announced.

There was no objection, the boys rising to their feet.

And don’t get into too much mischief!” Mark continued, grinning at them.

Yeah, whatever,” Ryan responded, grinning back.

He followed Ashley to the guest room, closing the door behind them. Straight away he began removing his friend’s top.

Are you sure this is okay?” Ashley whispered.

Yeah, course it is!” Ryan assured him. “Mark knows what we get up to; he’s totally cool with it. This is as safe as it gets.”

Within a couple of minutes, they were naked on Ryan’s bed, kissing passionately.

Even better,” Ryan cooed, “we can take as long as we want.”

Mark rinsed out the tea mugs and headed for his bedroom. It had been another great night. He stopped outside the door of the guest room, listening to the faint sounds coming from within. He knew what they were doing. He’d have loved to be a fly on the wall, but this was their time; he needed to be patient and give them some space. After all, he’d only have to wait till the following morning. Then, either Ryan or Ashley would give him a wake-up call; he just wasn’t sure which one it would be.


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Ryan awoke to find Ashley still draped all over him. He looked across; the other bed hadn’t been touched. They’d had wonderful sex, the best ever, and afterwards they’d slept together as though it was something they always did. He carefully disentangled himself, padding off to the bathroom. After a piss and a quick wash, he returned. Ashley appeared to be still asleep. He crawled back into bed.

Mmmm!” Ashley breathed, reaching down to fondle Ryan’s penis. “That’s nice!”

Sleep okay?” Ryan enquired.

Yeah, wicked!” Ashley responded.

Me too!” Ryan said, grinning.

Ry,” Ashley asked nervously. “You know you said about . . . , you know? Are you sure it’s alright?”

Yeah, no problem” Ryan told him. “But it’s up to you; you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

I know this is a bit private,” Ashley said, sounding embarrassed, “but when you and Mark do stuff, does he . . . you know?”

Yeah,” Ryan admitted, “but only cause I wanted him to. He won’t do that unless he’s sure you’re up for it.”

He won’t get mad at me, will he?” Ashley queried. “You know, just turning up without asking.”

No, course he won’t!” Ryan said confidently. “If you want to do it, just go for it. Mark’s cool, man. Have a pee first, yeah?”

Ashley slipped out of bed. “Should I take my pants off before I get in with him?” he asked.

Nah,” Ryan said, smiling. “He’ll take them off for you when he’s ready.”

After a quick trip to the bathroom, Ashley made his way noiselessly to Mark’s bedroom. He slowly opened the door. Mark was apparently still sleeping. Ashley took a deep breath and slipped in next to him. He was drawn to the warmth of Mark’s body; it made him feel safe, protected. He moved closer, taking in lungfuls of the man’s musky aroma. Mark opened an eye.

Hmmmm!” he whispered. “So what are you doing here?”

I came to see you,” Ashley said nervously. “Ryan said it’d be alright.”

Well, it’s no problem as far as I’m concerned,” Mark responded, “as long as you’re happy with it.”

Ashley smiled his agreement.

I need the bathroom first,” Mark said. “Just give me a few minutes, yeah?”

Yeah, sure,” Ashley replied, smiling.

Mark climbed out of bed and disappeared into the wet room. His ablutions completed, he returned, sliding in next to a nervous-looking Ashley.

Right, young man,” he said gently, wrapping his arm around Ashley’s shoulder. “Ryan didn’t talk you into this, did he?”

No, not at all,” Ashley said.

So you’re sure you want to be here?” Mark questioned.

Yeah.”

And there’ll be no regrets afterwards?”

No.”

Promise?”

Promise.”

You’re a very special kid,” Mark said quietly. “You’ve helped Ryan more than you know. Ry’s pretty intense most of the time, especially about his music. He’s so much more relaxed when he’s with you.”

Well, you and Ryan have helped me a lot too,” Ashley countered.

You’re more than welcome,” Mark said warmly. “Having you here has been a breath of fresh air. You and Ryan are very important to each other. I count myself fortunate to have you as a friend; I don’t want to do anything to spoil that.”

He gently massaged Ashley’s back. “Does that feel nice?” he added.

Yeah!” Ashley confirmed, his eyes sparkling.

Mark reached across, running his hand over Ashley’s slim, smooth thigh.

Okay?” he asked.

Yeah!” Ashley repeated.

Mark slid his hand onto the front of Ashley’s white cotton briefs, gently fondling the boy’s throbbing penis.

You’re so hard!” he breathed. “I think it’s time these came off.”

Ashley raised his hips, allowing Mark to skin his underpants down his long slim legs and over his feet.

Beautiful!” Mark cooed, running his fingers over the boy’s hard prong.

They snuggled closer, their mouths moving slowly towards each other, Ashley nervous, tentative. Their lips met. In an instant, he was kissing as though he was born to it, his tongue wrestling with Mark’s, the man’s warm breath filling his nostrils. After a couple of minutes, Mark gently eased away.

You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, looking right into Ashley’s eyes.

He snaked down the bed, resting his head on Ashley’s tummy. He took the boy’s slim penis fully into his mouth. He sucked it eagerly, working his tongue all over it, his hand running up and down the inside of Ashley’s thigh, his fingertips caressing the boy’s firm, round balls and tickling his perineum. Ashley lay back, completely captivated, the sensations too wonderful to describe. Sensing that the boy was close to orgasm, Mark gently let him go.

My turn now!” Ashley announced, grinning mischievously.

He took up the same position that Mark had used, licking the head of the man’s penis before pushing slowly down on it. Mark basked in wonderment, using one hand to stroke Ashley’s hair, the other to knead the boy’s bottom, his middle finger sliding down the lad’s crack. Having his cock steadily sucked by this beautiful boy was a total delight. But best of all, Ashley was doing it because he wanted to; that was such a privilege.

You’d better stop now,” he croaked, his breathing beginning to shorten.

Ashley pulled away, licking his lips. Mark rolled onto his back.

Come here,” he instructed. “Kneel across my chest.”

Ashley moved into position. Mark pushed up on his elbows, his lips barely two inches from Ashley’s hard spike.

Come on, do it!” he urged, extending his tongue.

Ashley shuffled forwards, thrusting his boy-cock into Mark’s waiting mouth. Instinctively he began to fuck, the man’s hands under his bottom. In barely half a minute he was there, his penis pulsing and jiggling against Mark’s palate. After a couple of seconds he carefully withdrew, sitting back on the man’s tummy.

Wow! That was amazing!” Mark breathed. “You are so sexy!”

They snuggled up again, kissing gently, hands roaming over each other’s body. Mark knew that he wouldn’t have to wait for long. Still well short of puberty, Ashley would be ready for more in a matter of minutes. Almost before he could draw breath, the boy’s hard spike was jabbing insistently against his stomach. He slipped his hand between Ashley’s legs, his middle finger quickly locating the boy’s puckered entrance.

Are you going to fuck me?” Ashley asked nervously.

Mark hesitated. His cock was screaming at him to say yes. He’d fantasised about fucking the boy for months; of course he was going to do it. He resisted the temptation; he’d decided how he was going to play it. He had to let Ashley set the boundaries; anything else could lead to disaster.

Is that what you want?” he asked gently.

Yeah, I think so,” Ashley said, sounding uncertain.

You need to be sure,” Mark advised. “It’s a big step. I won’t do it unless you’re certain that’s what you want.”

Yeah, I am sure,” Ashley responded, smiling. “Please.”

Okay, get on all fours,” Mark instructed.

Ashley quickly did as he was asked. Mark knelt behind him, bending forwards to lap at the boy’s anus. Almost imperceptibly, Ashley’s pucker began to dilate. Mark pushed his tongue right inside, encountering the remnants of Ryan’s semen.

Ohhh!” Ashley groaned. “Ooooh!!”

Mark picked up the boy’s discarded underpants, noting the damp stain in the crotch.

Did you and Ryan have a good time last night?” he asked. “You’ve still got his spunk inside you.”

Ashley didn’t reply there was no need. Mark pushed his tongue back in, licking up more of Ryan’s boy-cum. He knelt upright, replacing his tongue with a well-lubed index finger. There was little resistance, Ashley moaning with pleasure. Mark smiled; this was going to be easier than he’d thought. He inserted his middle finger behind the other one. Ashley winced slightly then relaxed, allowing Mark to finger-fuck him. Mark took a deep breath, carefully withdrawing his fingers.

Are you ready?” he asked.

Ashley nodded, making to turn onto his back. Mark gently held him where he was. His fantasy had been to fuck the boy in a particular position, and it wasn’t on his back.

I’m a lot bigger than you,” he advised. “I don’t think we’d fit together very well like that.”

He pulled a pillow into the middle of the bed, sliding it under Ashley’s tummy.

Lie down for me, yeah?” he whispered. “Get yourself comfy.”

Ashley settled down on the bed, the pillow beneath his hips, his legs spread apart. Mark sat back on his heels, taking in the scene in front of him. This most perfect specimen of boyhood was lying on his bed, exactly as he’d pictured him, waiting to be fucked. Patience and gentleness had won the day. He carefully lowered himself onto the boy, guiding his well-lubed penis onto Ashley’s sphincter. He steadied himself and pushed it in. Ashley didn’t even flinch.

You okay?” Mark enquired.

Mmmm!!” Ashley responded.

Mark pressed down, his cock advancing steadily into the boy’s rectum, stretching his sphincter to unaccustomed proportions. Ashley winced, emitting a slight gasp.

Good boy,” Mark cooed, pulling back slightly, “Just relax; get used to me being there. I’m a bit bigger than Ryan. Don’t worry; it’ll feel really good soon.”

He held his position until he felt the grip on his penis begin to ease. Very carefully he resumed his downward thrust until his pubic hair was pressed tight against Ashley’s bum. He began quite slowly, fucking the boy with long, even strokes. Ashley was wonderfully tight, as such slim boys invariably are, the lad’s knobbly sex-gland the only protrusion in his velvet soft tunnel, providing Mark with a special frisson of excitement each time he thrust over it.

Gradually, inexorably, the pace increased. Ashley hardly knew where he was. Being fucked by Ryan was always a magical experience, but having his boy-prong rub against the pillow while Mark’s penis thrust over his prostate was taking him to a level he’d scarcely dreamed of.

Ohhh!” he moaned. “Oh yeah! Ohhhh!!”

Almost without warning, his body was wracked with muscle spasms, his legs flailing, his fingers clawing at the mattress, his cock springing into action for the second time in barely ten minutes.

Oh yeah!” Mark gasped. “That is wild. Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Nng! Nnng! Aaarrrgghhh!!!”

He gripped Ashley by the shoulders, burying his cock in the boy’s bottom. It jerked violently, wad after wad of thick, creamy spunk spurting deep into Ashley’s rectum. He sank down, totally spent, his heart pounding against Ashley’s spine, the boy lying beneath him like a rag doll. As his breathing began to ease, he carefully withdrew, rolling off onto his back. Ashley turned to face him.

You okay?” Mark enquired.

Yeah, that was wicked!” Ashley whispered. “I’ve got all your spunk up my bum!”

You were amazing,” Mark said, stroking the boy’s cheek. “So sexy; I’m a very lucky man to be with you like this. And just remember, if I can help you in any way, all you have to do is ask.”

Thanks!” Ashley said, smiling.

They snuggled up one final time, their tongues meeting in the gentlest of kisses. Finally, they split apart. Ashley picked up his underpants and began to pull them on.

Aren’t you going to the toilet?” Mark enquired.

No, I want to keep it inside me,” Ashley said, grinning again.

Mark reached down to the bedside cabinet, taking out the cotton wool.

Put some of this in there,” he suggested, “saves making a mess.”

Thanks!” Ashley acknowledged, placing some in his briefs before pulling them up.

Just make sure to get rid of it where your mum won’t find it,” Mark advised. “But don’t flush it down the loo; you might block it.”

Okay,” Ashley said.

He gave Mark one last kiss and headed back to the guest room. Ryan looked up from his bed.

You’ve been long enough,” he observed, checking his watch. “How did it go?”

Awesome!” Ashley breathed. “Mark is sooo cool!”

Did he . . . you know?”

Yeah,” Ashley admitted, giving Ryan a mischievous grin. “My bum’s a bit sore, but it’s okay.”

So how did he have you?”

On my tummy,” Ashley told him, “with a pillow under me.”

Thought he might,” Ryan said casually. “He had me like that the first few times.” He smelt his armpit. “I’m having a shower,” he announced. “Are you coming?”


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Spirits remained high as they ate breakfast. Mark had specified that there should be no regrets. There certainly didn’t seem to be any, not even any slight misgivings, the boys chatting inconsequentially about this and that, the summer sun streaming through the kitchen window.

What are you doing the first week of the summer holidays?” he asked, passing Ryan a brochure.

Nothing, as far as I know,” Ryan said.

I wondered if you’d like to do a jazz summer school,” Mark suggested. “We could go together. I’ve picked this one because all the tutors are top jazz-funk players, the guitar tutor especially. And you’d get the opportunity to work with other musicians, which would be good.”

It says here he used to play with Billy Cobham,” Ryan commented, leafing through the brochure. “He must be ace!”

Yeah, he was there before Frank Gambale,” Mark confirmed. “He’s an awesome player. He’s got a university post in London now.”

That’d be wicked!” Ryan enthused.

I’ve already spoken to your mum,” Mark said. “She’s okay with it, so I’ll get us booked up.”

Thanks!” Ryan said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Right, lads,” Mark announced as the last of the bacon and sausage disappeared. “Time to get you home; there are things I need to be doing this morning.”

Oh, it’s no problem,” Ashley said brightly, “we can go home on the bus, can’t we Ry?”

Yeah, sure,” Ryan agreed.

Mark was somewhat taken aback, but he wasn’t going to object. With a dental appointment and several other chores to attend to, it would make his schedule considerably more relaxed. And they’d got there on the bus, so he knew they wouldn’t get lost. Ryan and Ashley trotted off to the guest room to get their overnight bags together.

Thanks for inviting me,” Ashley said with his characteristic smile. “It’s been great.”

Mark stood and watched as they crossed the landing and disappeared into the elevator. He returned to the lounge room, sinking into his favourite armchair. What a night it had been, he reflected, a dream fulfilled in every possible way. He had great sex with Peewee, but this had been so much more. He pictured the boys sitting on the bus, his semen seeping into the pad of cotton wool secreted in Ashley’s underpants. That was their secret, and a secret was what it would remain.

Of course, it couldn’t become a regular occurrence. Delightful as Ashley was, he wasn’t going to manufacture excuses for him to visit the flat, the risks were simply too great. This would be a treat to be reserved for very special occasions. It was probably better that way.