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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 38.

 

Journey of the Coin.

 

 

Jan Strichter.

I'm so nervous that I'm almost peeing myself. Thankfully, I manage to get to the bathroom and let it all out before I wet my pants. Then, while I'm pretending to wash my hands, I wash my pinkler, making sure it's perfectly clean just in case. Just in case? Yes, just in case I can get to do the things I've wanted to do to Hans since the moment I set eyes on him and fell for him big time. It seems ages ago now since Hans and the twins walked into the shop and bought all that stuff; ages ago since I looked at Hans and felt funny. I took one look at him and knew he was special to me.

 

I've known I was a lover of younger boys since I was eleven, and now I'm fifteen, I know I'm a pederast. My Mum and Dad know I'm gay, but they don't know my tastes. We don't talk about it, but they know. It's become sort of accepted now without us even talking about it. They never ask me about girlfriends. It hasn't come between us, but we all know I'm different. Maybe other parents could talk about it with their sons, but mine can't. But I'm sure of one thing... if they knew I was going out with a boy who is only ten years old, they'd go mad at me. What was it he said in the shop: `But I'm eleven in March!' But even in March I won't be able to tell them. He's way too young to go out with somebody who's fifteen. Well, in their eyes he is, but not in mine.

 

He acts so grown up at times that he could be as old as me. But I don't want him to be as old as me. I want him just as he is: small in every way and with that gorgeous, cute little bum he has. God... I adore it! It's soft and lovely, and in my fantasies I'm always doing things with it. Doing things with it. Yes, not only do I want to kiss it to death, I want to put my pinkler right up it and fuck him properly. But he's not old enough for that yet. He's only a little boy. He's got a beautiful little pinkler. He let me feel at it the second time he invited me in after school.

 

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Three times now his foster parents have allowed me to bring him home to their place after school. They trust me. That's good, because we can then spend time alone. Doing stuff. Hans likes it. After we'd been wrestling on the sofa and he made a joke that my pinkler was a big one, and after I asked him how he knew that, he made a daft face and said it was because he felt it sticking in him when I was underneath him. I said I was sorry, but he just giggled and said that I shouldn't be. Then he asked me if it had got hard because I was with him. I didn't know where to put my face, but he made me tell him. Eventually I did, and he said he was pleased because not many boys like him because he's got ears that stick out. I told him that I loved his ears. That's when he cocked his head to one side and said, `Loved?' Then it all came out. In bits and drabs. Sort of `I really like you' and then `I more than like you' and then `I think about you all day' and then the word love. From both of us. We couldn't stop laughing and kept shouting it at one another until I had to tell him to be quiet or they'd hear us in the apartment below. That's when we first kissed.

 

I was on top of him and he looked right into my eyes and asked me to kiss him. It was fantastic! I went down and kissed him, softly at first, but when he wrapped his little arms around my neck and crushed our mouths together, it made our lips open and we had a frenchy. That's when I asked if I could have a feel at his pinkler. I thought he might have told me to get lost, but he didn't. Instead, he giggled and said that I could, but only if I let him have a feel at mine. That's when we went to the bedroom. `Nobody will come in here', he said.

 

He got his out first. It's beautiful, about ten centimetres long. Quite big for a boy his age. But it was hard! Really hard! In fact it was throbbing like crazy. That's when I knew he wanted to do it as much as I did. I started to wank him, but he stopped me and said I could only do him if I would let him do me. He made me lie on my back and sat on my legs, waiting for me to undo my trousers. My pinkler was so hard that I had a job to get my underpants over it. He helped me... pulling my underpants and trousers down while I was pushing them. Then I watched his face when he saw how big my pinkler is. I thought it might frighten him, but he had his mouth open and he couldn't take his eyes off it when he put both hands around it and stroked it. Then he looked up at me and said, `Wow! That's amazing! How big is it?' I told him. `Twenty centimetres when it's hard. I've been blessed with a big pinkler.' He giggled. Then he got off the bed and took off his trousers and underpants and came and lay beside me.

 

That's when we had our first time. He was on his back; I was on my side next to him with my pinkler right by his, and we rubbed them together; he holding mine and me holding his. Together. That's how we did it. Wanking each other off. I knew what was going to happen, but I couldn't stop myself. The sight of Hansie's little body after he'd pulled his upper clothes right up to his neck was so sexy that I just couldn't stop myself, and when my spunk spurted out, Hans was watching it, and because I was going hell for leather at his little pinkler, he was shuddering and doing all sorts of things when he kept wanking me and spurting my stuff all over his little pinkler and balls and belly. When it was over, I asked him if he was alright. He just giggled and kept nodding. Then we both started giggling. Then he got up and went to the bathroom. He was ages cleaning himself up, but when he came back he was still grinning. By then I'd managed to clean myself up with wet-wipes and dressed properly. And we were sort of back to normal.

 

The second time was a lot easier. He asked on the way from school if we could go to his bedroom when we got to his home. I was thrilled. After I'd left him that first time, I thought he might regret what we'd done, but he didn't act any different than normal at school, grinning at me across the schoolyard but not associating with me. We'd decided that was better for both of us. But I do keep an eye on him to make sure nobody is bullying him. He seems to be getting on well with his school pals. He's told me that they make fun of his ears but that he just waggles them with his fingers and everybody laughs. He says he's used to kids taking the piss out of him by now, and it doesn't bother him. His ears don't bother me either. I like them. They suit him. He's dead cute with his sticky out ears. But that's the only blemish on him. Apart from his ears, he's better looking than nearly all the other kids.

 

When we got to his home, we went straight to his bedroom. Hans wasted no time. Asking me if we could go to his bedroom was the same thing as him asking me if we could do stuff again. We both knew that, and that's why, as soon as we were in the bedroom, he took all his clothes off. He was completely naked! Oh my God! He's gorgeous with no clothes on! We were giggling again, and I asked him to do a twirl. He did, and displayed himself to me, even patting his little bottom to make me laugh when his back was to me, and then he bent over and pulled his little bum cheeks open and started teasing me with it. Hans might only be ten, but he already knows he's got a super-cute little bottom to tease boys like me. Yes, although I haven't told him, I'm pretty sure he knows I'm gay. But it hasn't bothered him. If anything it's made him more fun. Although I know he can't know a lot about gay stuff at his age, he knows what sex is. Oh yes... he's a sexy little monkey, and I love him more because he is.

 

The second time was when I kissed his little pinkler. After he'd done a twirl and I'd grabbed him and we were wrestling on the bed because he'd pulled his bum cheeks open and teased me with his bum again. I was still dressed, but Hans was naked, and it didn't take me long to pin him down and start kissing and licking his gorgeous little body. That's when we stopped wrestling. Hans just lay there and let me do it. I knew he wanted me to do it, because his hands were on my head while I was kissing and licking his tummy, and he was pushing my head more firmly onto him while I was doing it. And when I started going down towards his little pinkler that was throbbing like mad, I felt his hands sort of pushing me to go lower. I reached down and stroked his pinkler and balls and he opened his legs to let me feel inside them. That's when he drew his feet up and let his legs flop to the sides, opening himself up to me. I was pretty sure it was an invitation. That's when I felt at his little bum for the first time. But it was after he'd pushed my head right down so I could suck his little pinkler.

 

His little pinkler. It's gorgeous. He has a foreskin that rolls easily off his pink knob, and as soon as I took it into my mouth, it slid right off the little, swollen head. It was throbbing like crazy when I was licking and sucking it, and that's when I slid my hand under him and felt at his bum. I was so worked up that I was almost cumming in my underpants. I'd wanted this since the first time I laid eyes on him (and more), but sucking on that delicious pinkler and feeling at his lovely orbs was fantastic. I thought about trying to get a finger inside him and then decided not to because it might freak him out. Instead, I just kept running my fingers along his bum crease while I was sucking him.

 

Sucking him. It didn't take long. After I'd put my hand under his bum, he pressed my head down hard and bucked into me, and I knew he was climaxing. He can't make spunk yet, but that doesn't bother me. I don't want him to. I want his beautiful hairless body and no spunk. I want a little boy, and I've got one. And I think he wants an older boy like me, because not long after he'd climaxed, after he'd got his breath back, he told me he wanted to do me again. This time he didn't wait for me to take my pants down, he unbuckled my belt, unfastened the press stud, opened my zip, pulled my jeans and underpants down onto my thighs, and then he did to me what we'd done the last time, but when my spunk came this time, instead of making it come over his lower body, he directed it to shoot all over him down there, and because I was so worked up and making so much spunk, he pulled my pinkler up so it was spurting up his body and over his chest, and even onto his gorgeous little face. When it was over, he gave me a strange little grin, and then went to the bathroom.

 

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But what will happen tonight? Hans has already asked if we can do stuff when we sleep in his bed. He asked me that before we set off to go to the party, and he's been giving me strange little grins all night. Sexy little grins, and I'm hoping we can go further. If he doesn't object, I want to feel inside his lovely, soft bum cheeks tonight. I want his little hole so bad that precum is making my pinkler really sticky. The ideal thing I want is for him to be a boy but also a girl. I don't want a girl, but I do want a boy who acts like one. One who likes to be fucked; one who will wear knickers, and when I take them off, there's a beautiful pinkler instead of a girl's thing. That's what I want.

 

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Hansie.

When Jan is in the bathroom, I make sure I know where everything is and then take off the tuxedo and hang it in the wardrobe. Underwear off... that's when I manage to get it over my stiff pinkler that's almost jabbing into my tummy. I pull it right down and then let it go. It jerks up and slaps on my tummy. I do it again. It's really sexy. In fact it's a long time since I've felt as sexy as I do now: back in the days of Herr Biermaier. God... I miss that long tongue up my bum, right inside me, giving me the feelings over and over again, and then that massive pinkler of his hurting me as he pushes it in. That's what I want, but tonight I'll settle for my lovely Jan and his big pinkler. The first time I saw it I could have cried. Twenty centimetres long! On a fifteen year old boy! It's amazing! And tonight I want it inside me. I don't care how I do it, but I want it inside me, rubbing over my love button as Herr Biermaier calls it. Bringing me to feelings after feelings; hurting me when he pushes it right in to its full length, and then the fantastic feelings when he fills me full of spunk. That's what I want. Don't let me down Jan!

 

I get in bed and wait for him.

 

**********

 

I almost start giggling when Jan comes back and switches off the light. That tells me he's shy, and I'm not used to being shy in these situations. But tonight I've got to follow instructions. Mum... Kurt... told me that I should take things slowly. She rapped me on the bum and told me that not everybody was a randy little monkey like me, meaning that I should let Jan take the lead and I was to pretend that I didn't know much about doing things. It was the way Mum said it that made me giggle. She doesn't actually discuss the really intimate things, but she sort of hints at it so I don't get embarrassed, and we both know what she means. It's what she's always done ever since we met. She knows everything, and she knows that I know quite a lot about stuff. My time with Herr Biermaier has given me more experience than fifty kids my age. Probably one hundred. I know what to do; I know what happens, but tonight, because I don't want Jan to know about my past life, I've got to act like I'm a virgin. That will be difficult. I've already managed to get Jan to spunk all over me, and we've only played twice. What he didn't see was when I went to the bathroom after the second time, I wiped his spunk off me and ate it up. It was delicious. LOL.

 

Jan slips into bed beside me, and he's naked! Fantastic! Now it's up to him. I'll let him be the top and do things to me.

 

It doesn't take him long. As soon as we're settled, he comes over me and whispers, "Can I have a kiss?"

 

Can he? My arms are around his neck immediately and in no time he's got his tongue in my mouth. He's also got hold of my pinkler and balls, cupping them in his hand, and then he pushes my legs open so he can stroke inside them. But it's not all one way... I've let go of his neck with one hand and it's now round his big pinkler, squeezing it and pulling it. This isn't going to last long! It doesn't. Less than a minute actually. But when he spunks on me this time, I close my legs firmly shut so his spunk doesn't go on the bed and I make sure it all pours out on my pinkler and belly while he's wanking me, and the feelings come bursting out of me at the same time as his do, and both of us are like mad dogs when it's happening. But now we're in a mess and have to clean up. Ideally I'd like him to lick some off and feed some to me, but that might freak him out, so I lean over to get the wet-wipes off the bedside cupboard, switch on the bedside lamp, and we both clean it up, giggling while we're doing it. That's good. At least he's not embarrassed. I make him feel better by telling him that it was the best ever, but he's got to clean his own mess up.

 

While he's cleaning me, he asks, "Did you like me doing that to you?"

 

I give him a shy grin. "Yes. Do you like doing it?"

 

He nods. "Yes. Do you think I'm dirty doing that to you?"

 

I shake my head, really hard. "No!" Then I grin again. "I wouldn't let you do it if I didn't like it. Will you be able to do it again?"

 

He grins back at me. "Yes. Can we do other things as well?"

 

"Like what?"

 

He giggles. "I want to kiss your bum."

 

I put on a really shy look, and giggle like mad. "You like my bum, don't you?"

 

He nods. "I like all of you. You're beautiful."

 

I waggle my ears with my fingers at him. "Including my sticky-out ears... my elephant ears?"

 

He puts on a stern face and comes right over my face and stares into my eyes. "They're not elephant ears! Don't you ever let me hear you say that again! I love you just the way you are!"

 

I stroke the side of his face and rub my hand through his hair. "Do you really!"

 

He nods and kisses me gently on the lips. "Yes. I really love you."

 

I pull his head down and kiss him more firmly than he kissed me, and then I say, "I love you. You can do what you want to me. I'll like it whatever you do... because it's you."

 

"Can I kiss your bum?"

 

I nod. "Do you want me to turn over? Shall we take the duvet off so you can get to me easier?"

 

He nods. "Yes please."

 

In no time, the duvet is on the floor and I'm lying face down, my hands holding the pillows, legs wide open, waiting for him to do what he wants. My pinkler is rock hard again, but it's under me, sticking into my tummy. He starts by kissing the back of my neck, but his hands are all over me while he's doing it, feeling at my back and stroking my bum and inside my legs and feeling at my balls, so I just lie still and let him do what he wants... what I want.

 

I know he's worked up because, while he's doing things, he keeps whispering, "You're beautiful, Hans. You're fantastic! I never knew anything could be as beautiful as you."

 

I lap it all up like a cat that's swallowed the cream and make sure my body responds when he's doing things to it, including pushing my bum at him when he puts his fingers inside my bum crack. I can't tell him what to do, but I can hint at it, and he doesn't miss the hint when I really push my bum at him when I feel his fingers touch my hole. That's when he goes down the bed and begins to kiss my bum. He's being very careful, making sure he doesn't spook me out, but he can't help himself, and it isn't long before he's got between my legs on his knees and his tongue is licking right along the length of my bum crack. I give him another hint, moan softly and push my bum up a bit. He pulls my bum cheeks open and goes deeper. I give him another, louder moan, and push up some more. He goes deeper, and in no time he's licking my hole. I keep taking deep breaths and making low moans so he knows I like it, and finally he grips my hips and pulls me into a kneeling position so he can get at me properly. Bingo! Time to get to work if I want him to do what I really want.

 

I give him a few minutes to get his tongue right inside me, and then I push him away and turn over. He looks puzzled. I just grin at him and grab my knees and pull them onto my chest. Then I nod to him to let him know that I'm all his. Jan is a clever lad; he pushes my legs even further onto my chest, raising my bum even higher, and he's back to work straight away, licking and sucking my bum hole and pushing his tongue right inside me.

 

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Jan.

I can't believe my luck. My Hans loves what I'm doing to him. I decide to take a chance and push my fingers right inside his bum cheeks to find his little hole, and he likes that too, because again he moans softly and pushes his bum up at me. That's the signal. If he likes it, he pushes up. And he's purring like a cat when I start to kiss his bum while I'm fingering his hole, and he's even showing me that he likes it by pushing his gorgeous little bum up at me again. But I can't really get to him properly like this, so I take a massive gamble and go down between his legs and start doing it from there. He pushes up again, so I take an even more massive gamble by lifting him onto his knees so I can really get to him. When he pushes his knees apart and sort of shoves his bum further up, I know it's an invitation, so I stop messing about and start doing what I've wanted to do ever since I met him.

 

He hasn't had a shower after we got back, but the slight odour of his bum, rather than putting me off, makes me feel sexier. Anyway, it doesn't last long, because after I've licked his hole a few times and got my tongue inside it, it just tastes of sex. Real sex... the sort of sex I've always wanted; a gorgeous little boy as my lover, and Hans is the most gorgeous and delightful little boy I've ever met. His body is small, but he's got really nice curves in all the right places, and his little bum is perfection... a proper little bubble butt that sticks out from the rest of his body.

 

He's got a special little hole. Well, it's not really little. Although it's closed when I go to it, it parts easily when I pull his bum cheeks open, and getting my tongue inside him is a piece of cake. Right inside him as far as it will go, and I know he's enjoying it because he's wriggling his bum while I'm working inside with my tongue. But what I really want to do is get my pinkler inside him, and I'm just about to make a move that way when he suddenly turns onto his back. I'm really disappointed, until, that is, he grabs his knees and pulls them onto his chest, displaying his lovely hole perfectly. Then he looks into my eyes and nods. What an amazing boy he is! He's my dream boy! But what does he want me to do? Is it an invitation to fuck him, or does he want some more tonguing? I'm not sure, so I'd better do some tonguing first.

 

I've been at it a few minutes when I hear him whisper, "Jan... do you want to do that with your pinkler?"

 

I get up and go over him, looking down into his face. "Are you sure?"

 

He nods and I can tell he's having a job to speak when he whispers, "Yes. I'm really sure. It's fantastic. You're fantastic. I like it when you do things to my bum." Then I see him biting his bottom lip before he adds, "I've got some stuff in my drawer that will help."

 

I'm puzzled. "What is it?"

 

"I'll show you. Just get off me for a minute."

 

I get off him and he goes to the drawer, takes something out and brings it to me. "It's some gel I pinched from my Mum's room." Then his face is serious. "I was hoping you would play with my bum. I like it. Do you?"

 

Do I?! Is this little boy for real?! Oh, my God! He's absolutely wonderful! I've only dropped on a little boy that actually likes what I like! This is amazing.

 

Hans is on his knees, smearing the cold gel all round my knob, and then he smears some on his hole. After that, he lies on his back and pulls his knees right onto his chest again. He looks into my eyes. "Go on! Try it! See if you can get it in." Then he adds, "But if it's hurting me, you will stop, won't you?"

 

I nod to him. "Of course I will. Just tell me if it's hurting and I'll stop right away."

 

Hans nods and smiles at me. "Okay. Let's try it. Do you want me to help you?"

 

"Yes. Shall we put some pillows under you and then can you pull your bum open more?"

 

He pulls on his knees really hard until his bum is up in the air, and says, "Put the pillows under me now."

 

So I do, and when I've finished, with the pillows under him and him tugging on his bum cheeks, he's at the perfect height for me to prod his hole with my pinkler. I'm fascinated when I push and watch his little bum hole opening up as I push, and with just a few pushes it slips through his little hole until the entire head of my pinkler is inside him and the skin of his hole has sort of trapped me. I look up at him, and ask, "Is it hurting?"

 

He shakes his head. "No, not at all. The gel is working."

 

I smile at him and push deeper. Very slowly. A centimetre at a time. His beautiful face is a picture of pure concentration, and every time I look at him he gives me little nods. I'm a few centimetres in him when he suddenly shudders. I stop and ask him, "Is it hurting."

 

I can see that there are a few little tears in his eyes when he says, "No. You've touched something inside me that's shocked me. It was amazing! It was fantastic. It almost made my pinkler tingle."

 

This is amazing. This is unreal. I've read about it and seen it on porn films, but I never realised a little ten year old boy could have a prostate that was sensitive to being fucked. This is truly amazing, and I feel three metres tall that I'm the first person to give Hans these feelings. I'm so pleased that I almost want to cry myself. I love little Hansie, and now I'm giving him the most beautiful feelings he's ever had. This is truly fantastic. But I need to explain to him what's happening. So I smile at him, and say, "It's okay. Some boys have a thing in there that can give you the same feelings that you get when you play with your pinkler. Do you want me to do it some more?"

 

Hansie's head nearly falls off he's nodding so hard, so I push in and out just where my knob is and watch his face. Oh, my God! He's shivering and shaking, and then he climaxes I'm sure, because he closes his mouth and blows his cheeks out and his face goes bright red, and then he blows out and crunches his face up while his nice feeling are going on. But there's something else I don't miss. All the time my pinkler has been inside him, his pinkler has remained as hard as a little nail, and it's still hard now even though I've made him climax. Then he does something really amazing. He looks into my eyes and pleads, "Will you do it again for me please?"

 

And for the next fifteen minutes I do just that, and my beautiful little Hans climaxes again and again and again, but something else is happening while I'm doing it: my pinkler is getting deeper and deeper. Hansie doesn't seem to notice, but I do, especially when my pubic hairs are nestling against his gorgeous little bum cheeks. I've bottomed out... literally, and that's what takes me right over the top and I grab his hips and fuck him properly, pulling out and slamming back into him with gay abandon. Hansie's body is shaking, but he's not protesting. Oh no! He's certainly not protesting! In fact, he wraps his legs around my waist and clings to me like a leech while I'm pounding him, and it's only when I've ejaculated the remainder of my spunk right inside him that he relaxes and falls back onto the bed, his eyes closed, his mouth wide open, and he's panting like a dog when my pinkler slides out of him.       

 

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Hansie.

Jan is all over me, asking me again and again if I'm alright. I want to tell him that I'm not; that I'm over the moon; that I haven't enjoyed sex so much since Herr Biermaier last fucked me until I was silly, but I can't do that. I can't tell him that the pain I felt when he was slamming into me was the most exquisite type of pain that anybody can experience. Oh no... I can't tell him that. But I can tell him that it wasn't all his fault what happened. So I do, and that's when we begin to talk... well after he's been to the bathroom and cleaned himself up.

 

**********

 

We're lying snuggled in each other's arms with the duvet over us. It begins with little kisses and giggles and us telling each other how much we love each other, and then we talk about when we first met. Jan tells me that he fell for me the moment he saw me, and I tell him I did the same. When I ask him when he first wanted to kiss my bum, he giggles and says the first time I turned my back on him in the shop. I call him a liar; he chuckles and says that when he went home that night he did `it' thinking about my beautiful little bottom and that I'm not to call him a liar. So I ask him when was the first time he wanted to put his pinkler up my bum. Matter of factly, he says that same night when he did `it' when he was thinking about my bum. I give him an extra special kiss for that, and he snuggles me even tighter into his strong arms. This is fantastic.

 

Then he asks me how I know so much about sex. I'm prepared for this. Mum told me how to handle it. So I tell him that I learnt a lot when I was in children's homes. He asks me if I was ever molested by anybody in them, and I'm not telling him a lie when I say I wasn't. I wasn't in a children's home when Herr Biermaier got hold of me... I was being fostered. But I don't tell him that. As far as Jan is concerned, and I'm pretty sure now that I'm his first proper boyfriend that he's done things with, I'm an almost innocent little boy who likes sex. Gay sex actually, because that's the next subject we get on to.

 

Jan tells me he's gay. I give him a big hug and a kiss to reassure him that I don't care, and then I tell him that I think I am, too. He says I'm too young to know. I make a whispered raspberry at him and ask him if a normal boy would have done what we've just done. He can't stop giggling when I say that, and neither can he keep his hands off my bum. And to show him that I know what I'm talking about, I dare him to let me show him that I am. He's puzzled about what I mean. I tell him that I knew he was gay when he sucked my pinkler, so if that's what gay people really do, then I'll suck his pinkler. He asks if I really mean it. I show him that I do by burrowing under the duvet, down to his hard pinkler and put my mouth over it. He doesn't put up a fight; he just lets me do it, and for the third time tonight he climaxes, but this time what little bit of spunk he's got isn't wasted on my tummy or up my bum, it goes straight into my tummy when I feel it spurt out of him, and when I go back up to him with a grin on my face, he has to admit that I am gay. I smirk at him, and then tell him it's time we went to sleep. He pretends to be disappointed, but I wag a finger at him and tell him that he'll have to wait until the morning before I'll let him suck me off again. He giggles and rolls me over so I'm spooned into him, and then after he's tucked his pinkler between my bum cheeks, he hugs me to him and holds my balls and pinkler in one hand until we drift off to sleep. My final thought is that Jan doesn't know it yet, but the little boy that he's hugging is now his girlfriend. Mum will giggle when I tell her. If I tell her! Some things are not Mum's to know. They're between me and my boyfriend, Jan Strichter.

 

To be continued...

 

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