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The Emancipation of Oscar Lewis.

By John Teller.

 

Part two – Oscar's New Year Resolution is fulfilled.

 

Oscar Lewis.

 

It's half past eleven in the morning when I wake up, and the first thing I notice is that my eyes are more glued up than usual. Then it hits home why they are. Last night, when I was rubbing Jezza's spunk all over me, I had my eyes closed when I was rubbing it into my face. Although I did my best to clean it all off me, I must have missed some that was on my eyelids and lashes and it's mixed in with my sleep. Last night! God! What an experience! What a perverted sod I am! I couldn't help it. Never in a million years could I have dreamt that what did happen could have happened to me.

 

Before I went to the party, when I was dolling myself up for Jezza, I thought that if anything happened it would be an introduction to us getting to know one another better; sort of me giving him the eye to see if he was interested in me, and if he was then I could get him to play with my cock occasionally. Interested in me? God, he fucking loves me and wants to fuck me! Me... a boy who can't make spunk properly and has hardly got any hairs on his cock yet. So much for the gay stuff I've seen where men have massive cocks and fuck and suck one another. I've never seen anything where men with big cocks are fucking little boys. I've heard about it. Of course I have. Usually it's when blokes are being sent to jail for forcing little boys to have sex with them; priests and men like that who have access to them. It's not like that with me and Jezza. Yes, he told me that he loved me and that I was special, but nothing would have happened had I not wanted it to. I could have taken him home and just let him lie on the bed in his clothes and gone to sleep. That would have been it. I could have teased him afterwards and perhaps got him to wank me occasionally as punishment, but it didn't happen like that, and the reason it didn't is because that wasn't enough for me. So I wonder how many of those priest and blokes who've gone to jail are in there because of boys like me? Probably lots. Their problem is that they got caught. I don't intend that happens to me. What me and Jezza have done is going to stay a secret. Well... it's what I've done really. All Jezza has done is told me that he loves me and had his hand on my arse. Oh, and he's kissed me. Big deal!

 

Kissing me. I've never really kissed anybody before. Mum and dad don't count, but I don't even kiss them now I'm grown up. They kiss me, and I like them doing it, but it isn't the same as what me and Jezza did last night. When he pulled my head down and I smelled the ale on him, which is a real manly smell to me, I wanted to kiss him. I was feeling really sexy when we did it, so that was part of the reason why I let him do it. I kept my lips shut, but he had his mouth open, and when our mouths came together he was licking my lips with the end of his tongue, trying to push it between my lips. That was when I lost it big style, when I opened my mouth and let him in. His tongue was exploring everywhere inside my mouth, but the part that really got to me was when he began playing with my tongue with his. That was really sexy, and I just lost it then and began playing with his tongue with mine. Lads at school have said that if you manage to get your tongue in a girl's mouth then you can get your cock up their cunts. Now I know what they mean. I think if Jezza hadn't been drunk and we were doing it properly and he'd got his tongue in my mouth and we were tongue kissing, I don't think I could have stopped him even if he was trying to put his cock up my arse.

 

His cock up my arse. He was trying to fuck me! That's what he was doing when I was on top of him. He'd got hold of my bum and was making fucking movements. If I'd been a girl then I'd have been the right way round, but I'm not a girl so he would have had to have turned me over to fuck me. But I didn't think about that when I was fucking him back. I was pretending I was a girl and I was being fucked by him. I was so excited when we were doing it that I very nearly came. But that's when he fell asleep. He couldn't help it, but I was really angry when he did. What would have happened if he'd been sober?  Probably nothing, because we wouldn't have been in that position in the first place. It was only because he was drunk that we got like that. But that was good. When people get drunk they do things they normally wouldn't do. LOL. I'll have to get Jezza drunk as often as I can and then take advantage of him. But not so drunk as he was last night. Just merry-drunk so he knows what he's doing but won't be able to resist me if I lead him on. It would make me feel better as well knowing that he wasn't the full ten bob, as dad says when he's talking about folks that are a bit daft.

 

But what about today? If dad is anything to go by, Jezza will still be half drunk at teatime after a night like last night. So best strike while the iron is hot, as dad says, and dad should know: he's a bloody blacksmith! I'll go down to Jezza's place this afternoon and see if he's still half drunk. If he is, then I'll see if I can get him to carry on where I left off last night. I can sort of tease him, and if he still wants to get in my pants when he's not ratarsed, I'll make it easy for him. Jeez, I am a sexy sod where he's concerned! But why shouldn't I be? I'm as gay as they come, and I've got a bloke who wants to fuck me. The fact that I like blokes, and especially him, makes it ten times easier. Can I get him to suck me off? That would be brilliant. I've never been sucked off before, but some of the lads at school say there's nothing better if you get a girl who likes sucking cocks.

 

Jezza drags me to the bed and rips my jeans and underpants off. Then he pushes my legs wide open and gets in between them. I try to push him away, but he's having none of it and grabs my cock and licks it all over. Then he gets my cock in his mouth and begins to suck it. I tell him that he shouldn't be doing it because I'm only a little boy. That seems to make him even worse, and the next thing I know is that he's got hold of both my bum cheeks and is slamming my cock in and out of his hot mouth. That's when I give up and let him do what he wants. He's so strong that he gets up onto his knees and lifts me up by my bum cheeks and keeps slamming his mouth up and down on my hard cock, playing with me like a rag doll. I can't stop it! I can't stop the feelings! Oh fucking hell, Jezza, don't stop! Use me! Use me! Arrrggghhhh! Oh yes, Jezza! Yesssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!

 

I can hardly breathe. What a fantastic wank! I'd better get up and see how the land lies. I need to get to see Jezza as soon as I can. And poor Jack hasn't been taken for a walk yet. He'll be pissing in the kitchen if I don't take him out. Yes, I'll see to Jack first, then mum and dad, and then Jezza. But I'll need a bath before I go and see Jezza. I can still feel his spunk on my skin where I must have missed it when I was cleaning myself. And I'm hungry. I could eat a horse!

 

**********

 

I'm pissed off! It's almost half past four and I've still not been able to get to Jezza. Dad is still ratarsed and mum isn't much better. Grandma came just after I'd taken Jack, and I had to look after her because mum and dad can't. And she didn't go `till three.

 

**********

 

I'd just had some breakfast after I'd taken Jack and fed him. Well it was breakfast and dinner really. I was starving, so after I'd lit the fire I cooked some bacon and eggs and two pieces of fried bread, and had three rounds of bread and butter with it. I nearly had baked beans until I remembered that they make you fart. I don't want to be farting when I go to see Jezza. I was sitting down eating it when grandma came. She was on her own because granddad isn't feeling too well because he drank too much last night at the party they went to. The moment she walked in she came round the back of me and grabbed me round the neck and gave me a big kiss. Then she said, "Happy New year, Oscar, my little prince. Have you made a New Year's Resolution?"

 

Through a mouthful of food, I said, "Not yet. I'm trying to think of one. Mum and dad are still in bed. They got drunk."

 

Grandma snorted. "Your mother takes after your grandfather. You weren't drinking, were you?!"

 

"No gran, but it was a brilliant night."

 

"What time did you get home?"

 

I chuckled inwardly to myself. I wasn't going to tell her the truth that it was turned four after I left Jezza. "I'm not sure. I took Jack for a walk and then went to bed. Mum and dad had already gone to bed. It must have been late because I didn't wake up until just before you came. I haven't had a proper wash yet. I was hungry. I'll have a bath when mum gets up. Do you want me to wake her when I've eaten this?"

 

Gran sat opposite me, and grinned. "Don't bother. When you've eaten that, I'll make enough noise to wake the dead." Then she giggled. "Did you meet any girlfriends last night?"

 

I glared at her. "Bugger off gran!"

 

She chuckled some more. "Never mind `bugger off'! Those gorgeous eyes of yours will fetch ducks off water."

 

I gave her another glare, but this time she could tell by my eyes that I was amused at what she'd said. "Sod off, gran, and leave me alone!"

 

She giggled, and I chuckled inwardly. She'd have a fit if she knew the `duck off water' was a bloke as old as my dad who wanted to fuck me. My eyes do have their uses, but not for what she thinks I should be using them for.

 

When I'd finished eating, she got up and took the dishes to the sink and began to wash them. That's when I asked if she minded if I went and had a bath. She said she didn't, and that she'd make the fire up and stick around for a bit until mum got up, so I made my escape and went to the bathroom.

 

**********

 

I love lying in a hot bath. There's not a lot of things sexier than being able to feel at yourself in sudsy water, and I'd put loads of bubble-bath in to make piles off bubbles. But I didn't get in the bath until I'd sat on the toilet reading a book for a quarter of an hour while I had a proper crap rather than the quick ones I usually have. I was thinking that when I went to Jezza's place, I wanted to be empty just in case he wanted to get up my bum some way.

 

**********

 

Up my bum. Jezza wants to fuck me. Up my bum. He wants to use it like lads use a girl's cunt. It's fucking, but in a different way. All you do is put your cock in a hole and fuck it. And a girl's cunt can't be much different than a boy's bum until it's been fucked a few times. I mean, you can't just put a big cock up a girl's cunt just like that. When the lads talk about fucking a virgin, they say you've got to break them in first and it makes them bleed. Fucking hell! That must hurt! But they must like it or they wouldn't let lads fuck them, so maybe that bit of hurt is worth what comes after. The lads say that once you've fucked them properly then they follow you about like a stray dog. So if I want Jezza; really want him, then if he wants to fuck me, I'm going to have to get used to him trying to get that big cock inside me some way. God knows how I'll do it, but I'll have to learn. I can start now by shoving a finger up me.

 

Right, lie back, feet on the edge of the bath, and that makes my bum as wide as I can get it. Some soap on my middle finger first. Lots of it. That's it, now push it in. It's no trouble getting through my hole. Now push it right in. That's it. It's going in slowly. Fucking hell! It's right in. It's not very nice. But leave it in for a while and see if I get used to it. The discomfort is beginning to ease off now. It's still not nice, but neither is it horrible. Let's see what happened when I push it in and out. It's still not nice. Let's try two fingers. Yuck... it's not very nice when I pull my finger out. It's like having a crap. No, having a crap isn't uncomfortable. Two fingers now. They've gone in. Push! Right in. Out now. Yuck. Now three fingers bunched together. Jeez! This is difficult. More soap. Now try again. That's better. My hole must be really stretched, but no more than when I do a big dump. Push! They're going in. Push! Push! That's it! I'm right in. So, I now know I can get a reasonable sized cock in as far as my fingers. Out. Yuck! Let's look. Three of my fingers bunched together probably isn't as big as Jezza's cock, but it's not far off. But I'm not sure I want a cock up my arse. It isn't very pleasant. In fact my own cock is soft, and that's not its usual state when I'm in the bath. I usually have at least two wanks when I'm in the bath, but not today. I could do with one, but I don't want to wear myself out before I see Jezza just in case I can get him to do stuff. But there is one good thing. My arse is as clean as a new pin. LOL. Perhaps Jezza will stick his tongue up me. `Rimming' they call it. I'll bet that's fantastic.

 

Gran asked if I'd made a New Year's Resolution. I hadn't, but I've got one now. Jezza to get his cock inside me by Easter. LOL.

 

**********

 

Half past four. I'm getting desperate. If I don't get to Jezza soon, he'll be sober. Dad's still in bed. Mum's taken him some Paracetamol and he won't get up. She's ill... keeps being sick and saying, "Never again!" I hope Jezza isn't in the same state. I can't wait any longer.

 

"Mum, I'll nip down and see if Jezza's alright."

 

Mum stares at me. "He'll probably be still asleep and in the same state as your dad."

 

"Maybe, but if he's being sick like you are, he might choke on his vomit."

 

Mum puts her head in her hands. "Get off then, but take Jack for a walk first."

 

I'm out of my chair like a shot and put on my school overcoat. Then I take Jack for one of his short walks. I don't want to mess about. When I get back, mum is sitting at the dining table in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water. I go behind her and give her a hug. "I won't be long, mum. I'll just make sure he isn't dead, and then come back."

 

She waves a dismissive hand. "Bugger off!" 

 

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

 

Jeremy Foster.

 

Although the TV is on, I'm not watching it: I'm deep in thought and very worried. Even the hangover I have is a secondary consideration. I'm worried because I crossed that dividing line between provider of sexual release to willing boys to someone who had actively propositioned a thirteen year old boy who hadn't shown the slightest willingness to want to be seduced. Oh yes... that how boys who want sex actually get it. They come on at you in various ways. Most start by being tactile; wanting the touches and tickles that allow them to pretend you are the one who is seducing them, but in actual fact it's the other way round. Little boys are not stupid... they've learnt to wheedle things out of their parents long before they practice their fine art on you. They have a way of getting what they want, and if they want you in their pants, they rarely fail if they've worked out that the man they're seducing wants the same thing.

 

But this time I haven't waited for the signals. I've gone in like a bull in a china shop with Oscar. I know why I did: I have a mad crush on him, and too much alcohol overruled my common sense. I can't remember a lot about late last night, but I remember snippets of what happened after about the eighth pint of beer. The last thing I remember is after I'd phoned the kids, I told Oscar that he was the most beautiful boy in the world, and I remember even before then that I couldn't keep my hands off him for most of the night. Every time we were together I touched him in some way. The most stupid part is that much of it was done not only in front of the folk in the pub, but I'd done it in front of both his parents! But the most worrying aspect of all is that I can't remember a single thing after making the phone call. What on earth did I do afterwards when I was completely inebriated? I could have done anything! The only upside is that I've woken up in my caravan and not in the police station, and I'm not battered and bruised, which might have happened had someone taken offence that a paedophile was seducing a young boy.

 

But what now? Until I find out how much of a fool I've made out of myself, I won't dare show my face in the village, and I certainly won't dare to approach Oscar. Fucking idiot! I've ballsed it up completely!

 

I get up and make another cup of strong coffee; the fourth since I woke up at three this afternoon and had a long shower to revive myself. It's now five o'clock and its gone dark outside. I sit down again and think about when I did wake up. I had a piss before I realized I was naked. Why and how the hell was I naked? Unless it's the height of summer, I never sleep naked. Why didn't I do what I've done before when I've had too much to drink: just fall asleep on the bed, fully clothed? And why was Oscar's photograph on the bed? No way would I have been fit to have a wank last night! No way! Perhaps I was over emotional and took his photo to bed with me? That's the most likely explanation. I sit back and think more about the situation, and I'm just taking a sip of coffee when someone knocks on the front door. I almost shit myself! Who the hell will it be? The cops? Ted wanting to kill me? Oh... my... God! Almost retching with worry, I go to the door and open it. I'm amazed! It's Oscar, and he has a grin on his face! I stand back, wave a hand, and say, "Come in." He comes up the three steps and walks past me. He's dressed in the coat he wears to school when it's bad weather, and without asking, he unzips it and hangs it up with my coats. I give him a half-grin, and point to the sofa. "Sit down. I'll make you a drink. You look frozen."

 

"I'm fine. I ran here."

 

"Why?"

 

He stares at me. "Because it's cold!"

 

"Yes it is. How's your mum and dad?"

 

He can't stop giggling when he says, "Dad's still in bed. Mum's up, but she keeps being sick. How are you?"

 

I half-laugh. "Just about alive. Why are you here?"

 

"I told mum I was going to make sure you hadn't died."

 

Again I half-laugh. "Don't make me laugh! My head's killing me."

 

Oscar smirks. "Serves you right you drunken sod. It took me ages to get you into bed."

 

I stare at him. "You got me into bed?!"

 

Another smirk from him. "Of course I did. How do you think you got home?"

 

"Did you bring me home?"

 

He giggles. "Sort of, but it took me ages to get you past the churchyard."

 

"Why?"

 

"You were talking to the people in the graves."

 

Despite my headache, I can't help but laugh. "Was I really? What else was I doing?"

 

"You were peeing all over the place."

 

I pop two more Paracetamol into my mouth, sit on the sofa next to him, and shake my head. "I'm sorry." Then I look directly into his face. "But thank you."

 

He gives me a nice smile. "It was fun. Are you going to make me that coffee?"

 

I nod. "Sorry. Of course I will. Do you have time to stay and drink it?"

 

"Can I use your mobile phone?"

 

I give him a puzzled look. "Yes. What do you want it for?"

 

"To ring mum and tell her you're not dead."

 

I chuckle. "It's in the bedroom. I'll get it."

 

Before I can stop him, he gets up off the sofa and goes towards the bedroom. The photograph of him is on the dressing table, right by the phone. I have to stop him seeing that, so I protest, "No! I'll get it!"

 

He looks over his shoulder, and says, "Don't worry. There's nothing in there that I don't know about. I put you to bed, remember!" I flop back onto the sofa in resignation. The situation is completely out of my hands now. I'd been right about this boy... he is wiser than his tender years, and despite all the crap he had to endure from me last night, and despite knowing that I have a photograph of him in the bedroom, he hasn't rejected me. In fact he's here with me now because he's concerned about me. So, whatever impropriety I got up to last night, it hasn't turned him against me. If anything now, I'm relieved. When he walks out of the bedroom holding the phone and the photograph of him, I know the game is up. Holding the phone in his left hand and the photograph between his middle and third finger of his right hand, he dials a number with his right index finger, holds the phone to his ear, and studies the photo while he's talking. "Hi mum. I'm using Jezza's mobile phone. He's okay." Then he giggles. "Well, he's not as bad as dad. At least he's up and about." He's quiet while his mum's talking, and then he says, "I think I'd better stay here for a bit. He's not very well. I'm going to make him a drink and see if I can get him to eat something." He looks at me, and asks, "What's this phone number?" I tell him, and have to repeat it slowly after he's told his mother to get a pen to write it down. When that's done, he says, "Okay mum. If you need me, ring me on this number." Then he gives me the phone. "Mum wants a word."

 

I take the phone from him. "Hi Michelle. You okay?"

 

I hear a small chuckle. "Not really. I think somebody spiked my drinks again."

 

I chuckle. "Don't make me laugh... my head's killing me. I don't remember anything after Auld Langsyne, so Happy New Year."

 

She does her best to laugh, but I can tell she's feeling as rough, if not rougher than I am when she replies, "I don't remember much either. And a Happy New Year to you too. Send him home when you're feeling better."

 

I try to laugh. "He'll be home in about a week then."

 

When I end the call and after I've saved the number Oscar dialed as `Michelle', I look at Oscar, who's still studying the photograph of himself, and say, "I'll make us both a coffee."

 

I'm making the coffees and have my back to him when I hear him say, "Jezza?"

 

I don't look at him when I reply, "Yes?"

 

"Why have you got this photograph of me?"

 

"I think you already know why, so don't tease me. I'm sorry."

 

He doesn't say anything for a while, and then he says, "Did you really mean those things you said to me last night?"

 

I decide not to fence with him. It's perfectly plain to both of us what he's referring to. "Yes. But I was drunk, and I shouldn't have said them. I'm sorry."

 

"But you meant them?"

 

"Yes."

 

"I'm not angry at you if that's what you're worrying about."

 

At that point, I turn and look at him. "Thank you, but what I said isn't the only thing I'm worried about. Did I do anything silly when you were putting me to bed?"

 

He smiles at me. "You got the kiss that you'd been asking me for all night."

 

The way he says it makes me grin. "I'm sorry."

 

He shrugs his shoulders. "It's okay. It didn't bother me."

 

I stare at him. "Don't be silly! Kissing a drunken bloke can't have been anything but unpleasant. I didn't do anything else, did I?"

 

Another shrug of the shoulders. "You felt at my bum."

 

At that point, I give in, and my shoulders slump when I say, "I'm really sorry, Oscar. Really sorry."

 

He smiles. "Are you going to take all day with those drinks?"

 

I concentrate on making the coffees, take them and place them on the glass occasional table in front of the sofa, sit back, and sigh deeply. Then I lift an arm and look at Oscar, inviting him to come to me for a cuddle. He stares into my eyes, and I can see he's considering what to do next. When he scoots over and sinks into me, I'm relieved. His head is resting on my upper chest, his free hand clutching my woolen jumper, so I lay my head down on top of his hair and wrap an arm around him. Then I say, "I owe you massive apologies. Everything I did last night was completely wrong."

 

I hear a mumbled, "Didn't you mean the things you said?"

 

I kiss his hair. "Yes, every word. And probably a lot more that I didn't say. Well, I hope I didn't say any more!"

 

Oscar chuckles. "You asked me to sleep with you."

 

"Jeez! I didn't?!"

 

He nods. "You did."

 

"Was I undressed?"

 

Another chuckle. "No. Don't worry... you had all your clothes on then."

 

"Then? When did they come off?"

 

Now Oscar is positively giggling with amusement. "When I took them off."

 

"Oh...Gawwwd!"

 

"You'd zonked out by the time I did. You went out like a light, and I couldn't leave you like that. So I took your clothes off, tucked you in, and left you."

 

"Including my underpants?!"

 

"I don't wear any in bed, so I thought you didn't. I couldn't be bothered to search for pyjamas for you, and I probably wouldn't have been able to get them on if I found any, so I just tucked you in and went home. Then I came back about half an hour later with Jack to make sure you hadn't died. It was freezing in here, so I put the fire on and turned it to `low' before I left."

 

"Jack?!"

 

Oscar giggles, and lifts his head to look at me. "Jack. My little dog."

 

I grin. "Thank God for that! I thought you meant another boy."

 

He gives me a naughty, twinkle-eyed look. "Don't worry... it was only me you were saying naughty things to." Then he grins. "Well, I think it was."

 

I shake my head and pull him back into me. He doesn't resist. We're silent for a while, and then the fingers of the hand on my midriff begin to make circular patterns as they explore my relaxed six-pack. Does he know what he's doing? My dick knows what he's doing, and, involuntarily, it responds, swelling inside my underpants. I'm wearing tight Wranglers, so I know Dick has only so much room to grow, but its damned uncomfortable crushed in there. I look at the door and remember that it's unlocked. Anybody can walk in and catch us in this compromising position, so I take hold of Oscar's shoulder and try to pull him upright. He resists, so I have to say, "The door isn't locked." He understands what I'm getting at, so he gets up, goes to the door, and locks it. When he comes back, he sits on the sofa and picks up his coffee. I do the same, and silently, we drink it. I finish first, put my cup back on the table, and then lean back, watching him hunched forward, drinking and thinking. Maybe it's time to help him out, so I say, "I'm fine now. You can go home if you like." He doesn't answer... just keeps drinking his coffee in small sips, so I add, "I think it might be better if you did."

 

He finishes his coffee, places the cup on the table, looks at me, and says, "Why?"

 

I stretch out a hand and stroke the hair on his forehead with the back of my fingers. "I think I did enough damage last night, don't you?"

 

He stares into my eyes. "You didn't do any damage."

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm glad of that. But if you stay much longer, I might do."

 

He shrugs his shoulders. "I've locked the door. I know how to open it."

 

"You don't want to go?"

 

"Not yet. Do you really want me to go?"

 

We stare into each other's eyes, and then I shake my head slowly. "No. You know I don't, and you know why I don't!"

 

Oscar grins. "Because you think I've got the most beautiful eyes in the world?"

 

I grin back at him. "If it was just your eyes, I could cope with that."

 

Oscar adopts his naughty look. "What part of me is it that you can't cope with?"

 

I smile and flick him on his cheek with a finger. "Didn't that kiss tell you anything?"

 

"Just that French kisses do strange things to you."

 

I give him an open eyed stare. "I didn't!"

 

He grins. "You did."

 

"Did I force you?"

 

"No. I was on top of you. I could have got off and stopped you."

 

"But you didn't?"

 

Oscar shakes his head. "No."

 

"Then what?"

 

"Then you fell asleep."

 

"Just like that?!"

 

"Just like that." Again Oscar gives me that naughty grin. "Then I took all your clothes off."

 

"And then?"

 

"Then I examined you."

 

I chuckle at his naughtiness. "Did you find anything wrong with me?" Oscar starts to giggle, and his giggles turn into belly laughter, so much so that he comes to me and sinks onto my chest again and wraps an arm around me. I wrap my own around him and pull him close. Then I ask him, "What's so funny?"

 

Eventually, I manage to get him to gurgle out, "You had so much to drink that you couldn't have done anything if you'd wanted to."

 

I know exactly what he means, and begin to laugh with him. When we've stopped laughing, I let my hand slip down his back and grab his bum. "But I'm sober now, so that's why it's best if you go home."

 

He lifts his head and examines my face, and then the hand that's on my chest comes up and strokes my hair. That's when he looks right into my eyes, and says, "You've got your hand on my bum again."

 

I stare back into his eyes. "I know I have, but that's the least of your worries if you don't get off home!"

 

He breaks the gaze, puts his forefinger on my lower lip, and strokes it. And he's still stroking it when he says, "Nothing you'd do would worry me."

 

I stare at him. "And what do you want me to do?"

 

Oscar lift himself up and kisses me softly on the lips. "I want you to do naughty things."

 

I kiss him back. "Are you sure?"

 

He kisses me again, and says softly, "Yes, I'm sure. That's why I really came."

 

I nod. "Shall we go to bed? It will be more comfortable."

 

Without another word, he gets up and goes directly into the bedroom. I get up, check both door locks to make sure they're secure, check all the curtains to make sure nobody can see in from the outside, pick up the coffee cups and put them in the sink, and follow him. The moment I walk in the bedroom I know exactly what kind of boy he is. Oscar, like ten-year-old Brian McGelvy, has left the light on because he isn't at all shy, but he's slower than Brian. Brian was naked when I went into him, but Oscar has only taken his trainers and jeans off. But he is lying in the exact same position that Brian had been in: his legs wide open displaying his gorgeous inner thighs, and his head is on my pillow supported by both hands. It's the invitation. I've seen it many times before, and I know that even if Oscar isn't old enough to know it yet, he's going to grow up to be gay, or, at the very least, bisexual. He's thirteen now. By the time he's fifteen and it'll be time for me to move on, if I treat him properly, he'll know for sure where he's going in life.

 

I don't mess about myself. I kick off my slippers, get on the bed, and lie between his legs staring at the bulge in his light-blue underpants. I look up at him. He still has his hands behind his head, staring intently at me, his mouth partly open in expectation. Very slowly, I lower my head until my nose is rubbing his hard dick and my lips are caressing his ballsac. He shudders, and then closes his eyes. Oscar has surrendered to me, and I don't intend to let him off the hook.

 

With my hands caressing his soft tummy, I nuzzle Oscar to the point where he can't resist lifting his hips from the bed to make the contact firmer. His dick is in keeping with the rest of his body: slightly above average size both in length (about four and a half inches) and circumference, and it's hard and throbbing to my expert ministrations. Even though it's behind the barrier of his y-front underpants, I know I won't need hands or fingers to bring him to his first climax. I'd been oozing pre-cum when we were on the sofa, and my underpants are partly sodden from the mutual, sexual vibes that have been passing between us. Even if Oscar is not at that stage of his development yet, his not being able to produce semen isn't a barrier to him having an orgasm... or two... or three, depending on his physiological maturity. I rub the underside of his penis with my nose at the point where I know most of his sensory nerves are, fully aware that he isn't circumcised, which will dull the senses somewhat. Then I move up the bed slightly so I can use my mouth and teeth on it, and when I've fully repositioned myself, I pluck at it, pulling it gently away from his lower abdomen and sucking his knob through the fabric of his underpants with searching lips. That's when Oscar decides to take matters into his own hands. He reaches down and pushes his underpants onto the top of his open thighs, takes hold of his dick with two fingers and a thumb, and pushes it into my mouth. The rest is easy and natural: he simply wanks himself off in my eager mouth until the feelings surge through him, and then he collapses onto the bed when they've passed. I lie quiet for a while, gently kissing the gorgeous boy cock that's softening; allowing Oscar to get over the brief moment of depression that follows every climax, and while I'm doing this, I study it.

 

He's just reached the first stages of puberty, and the small amount of boy juice he's produced that tastes like honey to me is now settled in my tummy. He has a slight sprinkling of soft, dark pubic hairs just above his dick, but when I kiss his slack foreskin and try to push it off the crown, it's too tight, and I know I have some work to do there to make sex easier for him in the future. It will take time and patience to teach him how to stretch his foreskin so that it rolls on and off his knob: an important part to enjoying sex completely, as well as helping him to keep it clean. It's another couple of minutes before I feel his fingers ruffling my hair; the signal that his depression has passed, so I make my way up the bed and lie beside him, looking down into his face. He smiles (a good sign), and looks into my eyes. I kiss his nose and his eyes, but not his mouth. That will have to come from him. Then I ask him, "Are you okay?"

 

He nods. "Uhuh. Are you?"

 

I smile. "Never felt better."

 

Oscar gives me a wide grin. "Has your headache gone?"

 

I pull a silly face at him. "I know the cure for a hangover now."

 

His face is naughty when he asks, "And what's that?"

 

I wink at him. "The lovely stuff that comes out of four delicious inches of you."

 

He giggles. "You should get drunk more often, and actually its five inches when it's really excited."

 

I grin. "I'm going to. Every night from now on, and twice on Sundays. But on Sundays I'll kiss the other side of you for an extra cure."

 

Another naughty look. "You don't have to wait for Sundays."

 

I tickle his nose. "You're going to have to be careful. I think I might lose it when I get to that part of you."

 

"You already have."

 

I give him a questioning look. "When?!"

 

"When I was on top of you. It's a good job I had my jeans on."

 

"You haven't got them on now!"

 

"I know. That's why I'm lying on my back. What would you do if I turned over?"

 

"Don't tempt me." I put my hand onto his dick, and add, "Tonight is just for you. I've got some making up to do for being a pig to you last night, so we'll concentrate on him, shall we? Unless you've had enough?"

 

He grins. "It's up to you."

 

I smile. "No it's not! I'm not drunk now, so we only go where you want to go."

 

"And if I wanted to turn over?"

 

I look down at his underpants, and then pluck at them with my fingers. "They would have to come off."

 

"I'm not your servant. You take them off if you want them off."

 

So I do, slowly slipping them down his gorgeous legs and threading them over his feet. When they're off, Oscar turns over and lies still; waiting for what comes next. I'm kneeling on the bed by his feet, so I gently push his legs apart and run my hands along their length, caressing the softness of his beautiful skin. He has the most wonderful pair of buttocks, and when I place an open-fingered hand on each, they fit perfectly. But how will he react to an inspection? The last thing I want to do is spoil the wonderful time we've had up to yet. But he has turned over, and he does want to know why I love his bottom, so while I'm massaging the two orbs of mercurial flesh, I gently pull them apart to get a glimpse of his anus.

 

Like their dicks, boys' anuses are all different. Oscar's is a nice one, not completely pink as some I've seen, but the amount of brown pigment around the puckered entrance is only about two centimetres in diameter, and it's clean. I want to go down and put my tongue inside him, but I decide to wait until we're more familiar with each other before doing that. Easy does it, so I lean down and plant kisses all over his buttocks, adding just a couple of licks of my tongue along the outer edge of his bum crack. Then I explore his neck and back, and kiss him there, too, before slurping my way over the glorious humps again to get to the back of his thighs and down to his strong boy calves. And when I've kissed his ankles, I twist his feet as a sign that I want him to turn over. He glances down at me, and I think I detect a look of disappointment in his face. I'm right, because when I scoot up beside him again, he says, "That wasn't what you did last night."

 

I give him a puzzled look. "And what did I do last night that I haven't done tonight?"

 

He shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno. You sort of grabbed my bum really hard and pretended I was a girl."

 

"Pretended you were a girl?"

 

"You know... you'd got hold of my bum and were pulling me into you as if you were doing stuff with me."

 

"And did you think I was going to do that to you tonight? (Another shrug of the shoulders.) I nearly kissed right inside your bum, but I didn't know how you'd take that." I kiss his nose. "Let's take things gently, eh? One thing at a time, and only what you want. What do you say to that?"

 

Oscar smiles. "Okay. Have we finished now?"

 

I grin at him. "Depends."

 

"On what?"

 

I stretch a hand down and take hold of his now hard dick, and slowly begin to masturbate him. "On whether you want another bit of loving before you go home."

 

For an answer, he buries his head in my neck and throws his arms around me. So I play with his dick until the feelings surge through him again and he gurgles deliciously into my neck.

 

**********

 

Both fully dressed, we sit on the sofa, dipping crusty bread into two bowls of chicken soup. It's now almost seven, and when we've finished and I've placed the bowls and cutlery in the sink to wash up later, I go back and sit beside him again. I put an arm over his shoulder, and he folds into me. Then he lifts his head, looks at me, and asks, "When will I see you again?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "When you know for certain that it's safe to do so. Don't take any chances. Providing we work things out first, the door is always open. Have you got a mobile phone?"

 

He shakes his head. "No. Dad has, and mum has, but they don't think I'm old enough to have one yet."

 

I consider what he's said for a moment. "I'll write my mobile number down for you, and you can ring me from the public call box by the church. You won't need any money. Just let the phone ring three times and replace the receiver, and then I'll ring the phone in the phone box."

 

Oscar grins. "That's a good idea! Can I use your phone now to ring mum?"

 

"Yes. It's there on the table."

 

I sit back on the sofa, watching and listening to Oscar chatting away to his mum, and then to Ted, who's now up and about. I'm impressed. He could have fooled me when he describes what he's done since he arrived here... most of it getting me slowly over my hangover and getting some food into me. Then he says he'll be about twenty minutes before he's home, and breaks the call. I grin at him. "You didn't tell them you'd been molested by an old perv who talks to dead people in graveyards."

 

He giggles. "It's a good job I didn't tell them what I did to you last night!"

 

"And what did you do?"

 

More giggles, turning into deep chuckles. "I'll tell you one day, when you do a better job on my bum."

 

I point a threatening finger at him. "The next time I get your pants off, I'll have the Vaseline out! I think you'd better go!"

 

He laughs. "Don't I get a kiss?"

 

Just for a moment, we're serious, and I know that he actually wants to kiss me, so I draw him into my arms and give him a soft and gentle kiss. No tongues, just soft lips as we stare into each other's eyes. Then I break the kiss, and nod. "Off you go. I'll see you whenever."

 

He nods, and I can tell that he's like me... he would have liked to have spent some more time with me. But he realises that we've taken things as far as we can for now, gets up, and goes to the door. I follow him, and while he's undoing the door lock, I go behind him and pull his cute bum into my hardness. Just for a moment he hesitates and pushes back into me, and then goes out, waving to me as he crosses the road. When he's on the other pavement, he gives me one last wave and runs off as fast as his gorgeous legs will carry him.

 

**********

 

When he's gone, I sit on the sofa and work out what's happening to us. Before the New Year's Eve party, never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that Oscar would have come onto me so quickly. But it isn't just what happened at the party that's brought it on... Oscar must have been aware of me and what I am before then. The meeting at the pub had been entirely coincidental, but it had served its purpose: it had introduced two like-minded souls, and my being drunk had played a large part in helping Oscar to unload so quickly. My drunken forays into how I felt about him, and my non-sober efforts at sexuality had eased the path between us. But what now? It's obvious that he's enjoying the affection I'm giving him, and his own ability to be open about the sexual side of what he is has paved the way for us to progress further. No way would he have allowed me to do what we've done tonight had he not desired it. Yes, he actually desires a homosexual relationship with me. He was disappointed when I hadn't continued to explore his bum. I'd missed a golden opportunity to delve into the object of my desire; that hot tunnel of boyish delight that I love putting my dick inside. I thought I might be rushing things, but it was obvious from his comments and disappointment that I'd been wrong. The very least I should have done was to introduce him to the delights of being rimmed by an expert. That's how it always begins: rimming, then manipulation of a boy's anal nerves with my knob end before gentle persuasion to full penetration; if that's what they want. For most boys his age, well-greased and done very slowly, it's rare for it to be anything other than a slight discomfort the first time. It's when one begins full penetration that a boy will reject all anal contact unless pain is part of their turn-on process, and a few boys actually enjoy a bit of forceful sex, even to the point where they allow the older partner full access providing they get full sexual satisfaction afterwards.

 

That's the secret... making sure they never leave you without their sexual needs are satiated. But I hadn't quite done that tonight. Although Oscar had climaxed twice, he was still not satisfied when he left. When I pulled him into me and pushed my dick at him just as he was leaving almost made him change his mind and come back for more, and very probably, if he wanks later at home, his bum and what I might do to it will play a part in his thoughts. So, up to yet, Oscar is becoming my bum-boy, and because he has a superb bum, that thought is doubly exciting. But I'll have to wait and see. Right now, all I can do is wait for him to arrange for us to have sex again. I desperately hope it won't be long.

 

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

 

Oscar Lewis.

 

Mum's chuckling when I tell them what a state Jezza's in. She's recovering, but dad's sitting with his head in his hands, muttering over and over again, "Never again", and I don't think he hears much of what I say. It must be bad for him, because I've only been back for half an hour when he takes himself off to bed again and says he isn't getting up until the morning. At nine o' clock, mum says she'd had enough and is going to join him. I tell her I'm not tired and will stop up and watch some TV before taking Jack for his last walk and going to bed myself. After twenty minutes and all is quiet upstairs, an idea comes into my mind. Mum's phone is on the occasional table. I pick it up, and ring Jezza's number. After a few rings, he answers it, and I heard a mumbled voice say, "Hello Michelle."

 

I giggle. "It's not mum, it's me. What are you doing?"

 

After a short while, Jezza says, "I'm in bed. What time is it?"

 

"Half past nine. Mum and dad have gone to bed, and I thought of taking the dog for a walk."

 

"And?"

 

I chuckle. "I thought we might call on you to make sure you're okay."

 

"Does he bite?"

 

I giggle. "No. Can we?"

 

"I suppose so. I'll get up and make us a drink for when you arrive."

 

Ever since I got home, all I've been thinking about was what happened between us, and my cock's been hard all night almost. And that's why I blurt out, "No! Don't get up! Stay in bed and I'll make a drink and bring it to you."

 

"Are you sure? Do your mum and dad know what you're doing?"

 

"Don't be daft! Of course not! They're asleep now, and if I know them, they won't wake up until the morning." Then I add, "I don't have to rush back if you don't want me to."

 

There's hesitation before Jezza answers, and then he says, "Be careful!"

 

"I will. I'll see you in about fifteen minutes."

 

Before he can say anything else, I cut the call and then get ready to take Jack out. All is quiet upstairs, and so I sneak out as quietly as I can, and rush to Jezza's place, stopping only to allow Jack to do his business. All I can think about is that Jezza is in bed and I want to be naked in it with him so he can do whatever he wants to do to me, including whatever it is that he wants to do with my bum. That moment by the door just as I was leaving is still fresh in my mind. He'd gripped my hips and pulled me back into him as if he was fucking my bum, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind since. The thought that instead of being a boy, I can be Jezza's make-believe girl makes my mind spin with strange, sexual feelings that I've never had before.

 

*********

 

The gas fire is on medium setting, and as soon as I've settled Jack down in front of it and told him with a warning finger to "Stay!", I go to the bedroom. Jezza's propped up in bed, his naked shoulders and chest above the duvet. He doesn't look as if he's just woken up, and the slight scent of his body deodorant drifting up my nostrils tells me that he's very recently put some on, and I'm shivering with nerves and excitement when I ask him, "What do you want to drink?"

 

He shakes his head. "Nothing. I just want you. Is that what you want?"

 

I nod, and manage a dry-throated, "Yes."

 

He part-lifts the duvet, inviting me to get in bed with him. "Take all your clothes off and get in then."

 

Nervous as hell and feeling really self-conscious, I strip naked and slide into bed beside him. Immediately, and without saying a word, he wraps his strong arms around me, pulls me on top of him, and I shudder when he forces my legs open to slide his cock between my thighs so we can be close together. And I'm still shaking when I wrap my arms around his neck and allow him to kiss me properly while his hands roam all over my back and around my thighs and bum; my hard cock throbbing like mad as he crushes it into the pubic hairs at the top of his belly. I don't need encouragement to make the kiss an open-mouthed one; it happens naturally, and our swirling wet tongues make me feel even sexier. But the sexiest thing of all is that he's using my inner thighs as if it's a girl's hole, pushing his cock backwards and forwards, and I even help him by reaching down and pushing his swollen knob into my bum crack to make the feelings better for him. After a while, he breaks the kiss, and asks, "Do you want to lie on your belly?"

 

I know exactly what he means. He wants to use me like a girl, and because I've wanted the same thing ever since I left him earlier, I don't need any persuading before I slide off him and lie flat on my belly, waiting for whatever he'll do to me.

 

Never in my life have I felt more appreciated than I do when Jezza strokes my back. I can tell by how he's feeling at it that he's enjoying every moment of exploration; every gentle caress; every probe deep into my bum crack to tickle my hole. And I'm more than willing to do what he wants when he lifts me by the hips onto my knees, parts my bum cheeks with his thumbs, and I feel his warm breath actually on my most private part. Had it been anyone else but Jezza, I would have repelled them, but giving myself to him is immensely satisfying, and when he does what I hoped he would do and begins to kiss my hole, I reach back to part my bum cheeks to give him better access.

 

Being tongued up the bum for the first time is an experience I'll never forget. I can hardly breathe with sexual excitement as Jezza's tongue probes and caresses all the nerves in there, and when his tongue is buried deep inside me, I find myself pushing back to get even more inside me. Then he does something really, really special... he begins to wank me off while at the same time prodding me with his tongue as if it's a cock, and that's when I can't stop the feelings bursting out of me, and I'm actually moaning with pleasure until the feelings have passed.

 

**********

 

Half past ten and I'm lying cuddled in Jezza's arms, stroking his big cock while he drinks his coffee. It fascinates me, especially the sticky fluid that's oozing from the slit, and which I'm rubbing around his knob every time I get to the top of it. After a while, I look up at him, and ask, "Is that spunk?"

 

He grins. "No. It's what's called `precum'. It's what's produced to make it slide in easier. It's a lubricant. Spunk is something entirely different. You'll know the difference when you see it."

 

I chuckle inwardly. No way am I going to tell him that I've already seen it before, so I ask, "When am I going to see it?"

 

Jezza grins. "Sooner than you think unless you stop playing with it. If you carry on like that, it'll spurt all over your face, and that will make you squeal!"

 

I pull a silly face at him. "Maybe it would, and maybe it wouldn't. Because it's yours, I might even like that."

 

Jezza finishes his coffee, places the cup on the bedside cupboard, turns back to me, and says, "I'd prefer to squirt it inside those gorgeous bum cheeks of yours tonight."

 

I give him a puzzled look. "What do you mean? Up my bum?"

 

He smiles. "No. I don't think you're ready for that. I meant between your bum cheeks." Then he puts his head to one side, and asks, "That's if you don't mind?"

 

"Will it be nice for you doing it that way?"

 

He nods. "Uhuh!"

 

I don't give him a chance to change his mind. Immediately, I turn over, lie on my belly beside him, and look into his face. "Like this?"

 

He grins. "Like that. Do you mind if I put some Vaseline between your bum cheeks to make it better for me?"

 

I grin back at him. "Do what you want."

 

So he does, and after he's got the tub of Vaseline and smeared a load inside my bum cheeks and even into my bum hole, he parts my legs and kneels between them. That's when I close my eyes and let him have his way. And mine!

 

The feelings as he slides his cock inside my bum cheeks is nice for two reasons. Firstly it's nice because it's sexy, especially when he gets to my bum hole and rubs it around the entrance. Secondly it's nice because I like making Jezza feel nice. I'm beginning to get the feeling that I belong to him; that I'm his special boy; pleased that my body pleasures him so much. I reach underneath me and play with my hard cock while he's doing it, and that makes it even nicer. Then he stops rubbing it along the length of my bum and concentrates on my bum hole; pushing his knob deeper and spreading my hole wider. It doesn't hurt at all. I decide to make it nicer for him, and push my bum up from the bed to show him that I'm enjoying it. That's when he puts a hand under my hip bones and pulls me onto my knees so he can press his cock deeper into my hole, and that also makes it easier to wank myself. I'm getting really excited, and I'm wondering if he can get his cock into me and fill me full of all that spunk I saw last night. It will mean that I've really been fucked by him, and I begin to want it.

 

I know he's really inside me when the squelching noises stop. He confirms it when he leans over me and says, "I've got the end in. Is it hurting?"

 

I can hardly speak, so I just shake my head, and whisper, "No. Do it!"

 

He kisses the back of my neck, and says, "Just say `stop' if it is hurting you. Okay?"

 

I nod, and he goes back to what he's doing. The actions have changed now. No longer is he rolling his knob around; he's pushing it in and out. It's slightly uncomfortable, but not in a hurting way. I can't tell how far he's in me, but it's nowhere near all his cock inside me. But he's far enough in for him to let go of his cock and begin to rub my back and neck with his free hand. That's really nice, and my own feelings are building as I wank myself and hear him mumble, "Oh God, Oscar... you're beautiful! The most beautiful boy I've ever seen, and you've got the most fantastic body on earth."

 

I reward him for that by pushing back even more. And then it happens! It's fantastic! In a shuddery voice, he murmurs, "I love you! I love you! I love you!" just as I feel him trembling and his hot spunk begins to spurt into me, and that's when my own feelings boil over. Still wanking furiously, I do fucking motions on his knob to make it better for him; to suck every drop of his hot spunk out of him and into me, and I'm moaning in sexual ecstasy while it's all happening.

 

**********

 

Very quietly, I unlock the door and go into the house with Jack. Everything is as I left it. No mum and dad. They're still in bed. I sort a few things, go upstairs, and listen at mum's and dad's bedroom. All's quiet, so I undress and go to bed. I've had a pee and a poo in the downstairs toilet. It isn't so much that I needed a poo, but that I'd got rid of the tissue plug that Jezza insisted I tuck between my bum cheeks to stop his spunk running out of me on the way home. Because I'd kept my bum cheeks clenched all the way, it had worked, and it wasn't until I sat on the toilet that it all came out of me. I didn't look at the mess in the toilet before I flushed it away after I'd wiped my bum a number of times. I didn't want to spoil what had happened tonight by seeing the mess.

 

What had happened tonight. I've become Jezza's proper gay boy, not because he's made me do it, but because it's what I want. Jezza wanted it, but that isn't the point for me. I want it, and that's why I went there. And I wanted him to fuck me. Yes... I'd been afraid of what it would be like, but once Jezza had got me on my belly, all my fears dropped away. My first time hadn't even been painful like I thought it would be. A little discomfort, but that vanished after a few seconds and the whole experience overwhelmed me. And when I go to sleep, I'm spooned into him, wrapped in his strong arms, his big cock inside me pinning me to him, the end of it sitting comfortably in my tummy, and he's filling his boy with hot, sticky spunk while he's whispering to me how beautiful my body is and how much he loves me. That's why I fall asleep with a smile on my face and a warm feeling inside me that has little to do with his cock buried to the hilt up the bum that he adores, but more to do with the fact that he loves me and that I now see myself as belonging to him. At school when we're talking about gay stuff in a comical way, we always refer to someone being someone else's `fuck buddy'. That's what I am now, Jezza's real fuck buddy, and I like it. And my last thought is that I should have set my New Year's Resolution target even higher. Easter! It's come true on New Year's day! I'll have to make another: every bit of his lovely cock inside me by Easter. Yes, that's a better one.

 

To be continued.

 

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