Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 19:41:50 +0100 From: Jase Subject: Scott's banana in his pyjamas Part 3 Usual stuff! This work depicts adult males in sexual situations with underage males. If this offends you do not read this story. All events depicted in this story are purely of a fictional nature and any resemblance to people living or dead is coincidence. If you enjoy this story, please feel free to send me a message at jojaskod@gmail.com Many, many thanks for all the encouraging emails! Keep them coming! Hope you enjoy part 3! "SCOTT'S BANANA IN HIS PYJAMAS" PART THREE Similar to the previous day, I awoke aware that Scott was beside me. Slight variation on yesterday though -- Scott wasn't playing with his cock, he was playing with mine! His head was on my chest, and his hand was rubbing my cock through my pyjamas. "Morning beautiful" I said. Scott looked up and smiled. "Do you still love me?" he said. "Of course I do!" I replied. "And what about you? Do you love me?" Scott nodded, "And I want to live here with you" he said. Now, that took me a little bit by surprise. I took his hand away from my cock. I lifted up his chin and looked him in the eyes. "Scott, I am flattered that you think that much of me, but you don't really know me that well, and that is a big decision to take after less than two days here." Scott looked downcast, and tears welled up in his eyes. "You don't want me here, do you? I would get in the way" he said. "Hey -- I didn't say I didn't want you here, and you wouldn't get in the way! It would mean big changes for me, yes -- but those are changes I would happily make if you wanted to live with me". Scott began to smile. "But," I went on, "the decision of whether you live with me isn't a decision that you or I can make -- that is up to your mum and Gareth. You are their son, and they are the ones who have care of you." "They aren't bothered about me," Scott said. "I'm sure they are, Scott" I said, not believing it for a second. "No they are not" Scott replied, looking down, "And they aren't bothered about Chloe either -- she's not 16 yet and they let her stay at her boyfriends, and I know what she and him do, `cos I have seen them doing it in Chloe's bedroom when mum and Gareth were out. It's gross and minging". Here speaks the boy who wants to fuck me and was happy to let me cum in his face, I thought. Scott went on: "All they are bothered about is Aaron, and getting him nice clothes and stuff, and enjoying themselves". The problem I had was that I thought he was probably right. Claire would have dumped Scott with anybody this weekend. If it hadn't been me it would have been someone else -- anyone, just so they could get away. And Scott's experience was sometimes typical of children who come from broken homes, and whose parents remarry. Tears were running down his face. I pulled him close to me and wiped them away and kissed him. "Right," I said, "This is what we are going to do. We will both have a think about it over the weekend, and if it's still what you want to do, when your mum and Gareth come back we will have a chat with them. Is that OK?" Scott nodded. "Yes please" he said. "I won't change my mind! I want to live here, with you." "OK, OK," I said, "but Scott -- you mustn't tell them that you love me, you mustn't tell them what we have been doing, otherwise I will be in a lot of trouble, and we won't see each other again, let alone live with each other. Do you understand?" He nodded. "I understand", he replied. "And, Mike? Will you still love me when I am 23? Or do you just like boys?" Clever, this lad! I looked him in the eye: "Love is for life matey! Will you still love me when I am 60?" Scott smiled. "Yep - even when you are a jerry hat trick!" he said. We laughed and I drew him in close. We started to kiss, and then our hands began to wander. Scott renewed massaging my cock through my pyjamas, and I started rubbing his as well. Soon our pyjamas were gone, and I had my first view of a totally naked Scott -- no football socks! - and he was gorgeous. He was white, with no hair, apart from a few pubes and some light downy hair on his arms and legs. I laid him on the bed, and then knelt over him, kissing and licking as much of his body as I could. I lifted up his legs, put them over my shoulders and sucked his balls, then I started to rim him, poking my tongue in his little pink hole. "Mmmm!" he murmured, "that's really nice! I like that!" I needed little encouragement, and carried on. He reached down and brought my head up and we deep kissed. "I want to fuck you" he said. "OK!" I replied, "that's fine by me!" I got up and reached in the drawer for some lube and a condom. Scott looked at me and said "Do we need one of those?" I replied "To protect you, yes. It's important, and its best we do it this way". I passed him the lube -- "get some of this on your fingers, and lube my hole for me." He opened it and got some on his fingers. I lay on my back and lifted my legs. His face was a picture! "Squeeze some up there" I said pointing. He did. "Now put your finger in a bit". He did. "Lets get this condom on you". Scott knelt while I unwrapped the condom. His cock was erect, waiting to be unleashed in my arse! I put the condom on him then kissed him. "Come on then, lover" I said, "fuck me!" He did. I lifted my legs and I placed them over his shoulders. I put a pillow under me to get a bit more support and to lift me up a bit. Scott placed his cock in the right place and began to push -- I pushed back, and soon he was in! The look on his face was one of sheer delight! He beamed at me, and then started to fuck me. "Oh my God!" he shouted, "I love it!!" "So do I, lover" I said, "So do I!" The feel of him inside me was incredible! He wasn't that big, but he was doing a great job! I sat up and pulled his face towards me, poking out my tongue. He poked his out and our tongues played with each other. He started to breathe rapidly. His cute face was red and he was sweating. I pushed back every time he pushed, and he was going at it fine style! "I am gonna cum!!" he shouted, and with that he gave one almighty push and I knew he was cumming. When he finished he collapsed on top of me. I lifted him off and his cock came out of me. I took off the condom, and then took him in my mouth, getting the last of his cum on my tongue. Scott's face was bright red, but he had obviously enjoyed himself, as he had a look of spent pleasure on his face. I got him to lie down. Resting on my elbow, I looked at him. "You OK?" I asked. "Yeah!" he said, "awesome!! What about you? Was I good?" "Yeah!" I replied, "awesome!" We both laughed. "Unfortunately," I said, "I have one little problem!" and I looked down at my cock. He didn't say anything, but just sat up, turned around and took it in his mouth. The pleasure was incredible! He sucked and licked and wanked me. I held his cute head and encouraged him. It didn't take long. "Scott, I am going to cum!!" I said. He didn't stop. He kept on. And I came. In his mouth. It was too much for him to hold, and the cum dribbled down his chin. By the look on his face he didn't like it very much, and was pushing it out of his mouth. When I had finished shooting, I brought him up to me and licked the cum off his chin. We kissed, and I could taste my cum in his mouth. When we stopped, he looked at me and said "Well, lover?" "You are superb" I replied. "You are not so bad yourself, for an old guy!" Scott said. "You didn't like the cum?" I said. "Mmmmmm!" he replied, "strange taste!" "Its an acquired taste!" I observed. "You'll get used to it!" "I'll have to!" he said. I tickled him, and he laughed and squirmed. I looked at the clock, and could see it was well after 10. "Come on," I said. "Time to get up! Things to do!" Scott looked at me. "Such as?" "You will see, sunshine, you will see!" I told Scott to have a shower, to make sure he washed himself properly and to dress in clean clothes. He reluctantly agreed. I went downstairs, got some breakfast together, and made a few phone calls -- which were quite productive as far as the day ahead was concerned! When Scott came down, he had his Manu U top on again. "Why are you wearing that again?" I said, "Put on one of the new t shirts I got you". "But I like this!" protested Scott. "All the more reason to save it for best, rather than wearing it every day" I said. Reluctantly, but with understanding, Scott went back upstairs and came back down in one of the new shirts I had bought him. I left him having his breakfast and went and had a shower myself. We then went into town and I bought him some new trainers -- which were far more expensive than I had planned, but to be fair, he didn't pick the dearest ones in the shop. He picked ones that he said his mates had. They still weren't cheap though -- but they looked good, and were certainly better than the old ones he had which we put in a bag. +++++ We had some lunch in Macdonalds -- hate it, but that's what he wanted -- and then we went back to the car. I drove for a bit then pulled up in the car park opposite the local football ground. "What are we doing here?" said Scott. "We are going to see them play!" I replied. "But they are shit" Scott said. "True," I replied, "but they are local shit, they are playing today, and I happen to have got us seats in the Directors' box." "Cool!" said Scott, "but they are still shit". "Might be an idea not to say that while we are here matey!" I observed. "OK, lover" he said, smiling. "And don't call me that here!" I said, tickling him. "I wish I'd worn my Man U shirt now" he said. We were laughing as we approached the football ground. I went to the Directors' entrance and asked for Derek, the chairman, as I had arranged with him on the phone. He came straight in and took us to the Directors' lounge. There was a buffet lunch, and Scott got stuck in, even though he had just had a Macdonalds. I had a soft drink and picked at some crisps. Scott seemed delighted, and was thoroughly enjoying himself. "Will we get to meet the players?" he said to me quietly. "Sure," I said. "I have arranged all that with Derek. We'll meet the players and have something to eat with them after the match". "Do you think that Dutch player of theirs is playing? His name is Mark something" Scott said, still whispering. "I know who you mean, and I think so", I replied. "Why?" Scott whispered in my ear, "'Cos I like him!" "As a player," I whispered back, "or because of something else?" "Well," Scott replied, continuing to whisper, "they're a shit team, so it must be something else, mustn't it?" I nearly choked on my orange juice with laughter. +++++ The game was OK, but uneventful, ending in a 2 goal draw. Scott seemed to enjoy it, shouting at all the right places (thankfully) and endearing himself to everyone in the Directors' box. Afterwards we went into the Directors lounge, and then after a while retired to the players' lounge, where we met the players, including the Dutch lad, who, I must admit, was very tasty indeed -- longish blonde hair and extremely good looking. I had mentioned to Derek that Scott liked him, and so Derek brought him to us and introduced him to Scott. Scott went a bit weak at the knees, especially when the guy agreed to sign his t shirt. On the way out, Scott said: "We are NOT washing this shirt!" "What you going to do," I said, "wank in it?" "Beats those banana pyjamas!" he said. Then he added "He's got a nice arse, but he plays crap". "True," I observed, "true". I put my arm round his shoulders and we chuckled all the way to the car. +++++ On the way home, Scott asked if we could have a take away again, this time Chinese. We stopped at the place I normally use, just down the road from where I live. We went in and Scott chose what he wanted. We ordered and sat down and waited. The woman behind the counter looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. She then nodded to Scott, and said in broken English "Is this your son?" I was taken a bit by surprise. Even though I had been there many times before, she had never engaged in conversation with me previously. I put my arm around Scott. "No," I said, "He is a very, very good friend!". Scott looked up at me and smiled. The lady smiled and nodded. The meal arrived. I said "Goodbye" and we left. As we did, Scott held my hand. I didn't resist. "Would you like to be my dad?" he asked. "Scott," I replied, "I want to be anything you want me to be: father, brother, friend, partner, lover. As long as I am with you, babe, I don't really care". "Do you mean that?" he said. "Certainly do," I replied."I have enjoyed these last 2 days better than any other days I can remember, and that includes when Everton won the league!" Scott stared at me. "Is that a joke? Have they ever won the league? What league did they win?" "Don't push your luck sunshine!". I pushed him jokingly. He was laughing. "No, seriously. What league? Crap League Division 3?" "You are going to suffer when you get home!" I said. "Hope so!" he replied. +++++ We had our meal and laughed and joked a bit more. Scott wanted to put his football kit on, and I didn't stop him -- he looked amazing in it, and he knew it turned me on. We lay together on the sofa watching TV. After a while, Scott looked up at me. I waited for the inevitable question. "Mike?" he said. "Yes, Scott?" I replied. "Have you got a computer?" he asked. "Of course! Why?" "Can I go on it, please?" "Do you mean the internet?" "Yep. Is that OK?" "What do you want look at? Porn?" "Yep." "My God, you are a little perve aren't you?" I said tickling him. "Yep!" he replied, laughing. "Don't you look at porn?" "Might do!" I replied slowly. "You're a perve as well!" he shouted, jumping up and tickling my stomach. "We are so well matched!!" I grabbed him and pulled him to me. I stared at this 13 year old by, his pretty face, blue eyes and long eyelashes. "God, I love you Scott" and then I kissed him. He kissed back, and then broke off. "Can I go on the computer? Please???" he said. "As long as I can suck you off later" I replied. "That's a `no brainer'" he said, "you can do a lot more to me than that!" "I will remind you of that!" I said. I went to get my laptop and set it up for him. I accessed the internet, and then he said "I'm fine now, thanks. Go and have a coffee or something!". I didn't really know if that was the right thing to do or not. Then, thinking about it, from what I had seen of Scott, I didn't think the internet would damage him! He seemed to know an awful lot! Stopping him from seeing porn now, would be like shutting the stable door after the horse had bolted, as they say! As instructed, I made myself a drink and sat down and watched TV. I glanced over to Scott now and again -- in his football kit, engrossed in the laptop. My cock began to wake from slumbers and it became even more agitated when I saw Scott fiddling with his cock though his shorts! "Scott," I said, "what are you doing?" Bit of a stupid question really. "I am making my cock more comfortable" he replied, still looking at the screen. "I am just looking through your history. You spend an awful lot of time on a site called Nifty, don't you?" Shit. "Yes," I said, "I do". "Good stories!" he said. "Yes" I replied. A bit later, he said: "Mike, come and look at this". I went over and looked at what he had on the screen. Two teenage lads fucking. One was on his back, the other sat on his cock, both of them going at it. "Good site this!" Scott said. "Only got a couple of days access left on it!" "Courtesy of Gareth, no doubt?" I said. "Yep!" Scott replied. "The thing is, that is how I want you and me to be. I want to sit on your cock and you fuck me like that". "OK" I said, pensively, "But Scott, it may hurt you. You are only..." "13" he said with a resigned look on his face, "and I know it will hurt a bit the first time, but then it will be fine. Won't it Mike?" "Hopefully" I said. "Can we try now Mike? Please??" Scott said with his head on the side. He then stood up from the table and came towards me with an obvious tent in his shorts. He put his arms up to me. I picked him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist with his arms around my neck. He came in close to my ear and stuck his tongue in it. He then whispered "Fuck me, Mike. Please?" To be continued ...