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The Emancipation of Oscar Lewis.
By John Teller.
Part 8.
Jeremy Foster.
Wednesday March 14th 2002... eighteen months since I came to Regent Magna and fifteen months since Oscar and I first got together at that fortuitous New Year's party at the Jolly Roger. I knew it would be coming at some point, but when the site agent calls me into his office and tells me that the company want me to go to East Anglia to take charge of surveying another bypass there in late March (just under two weeks time), I feel sick to the pit of my stomach. I thought I would have another three months here, but my qualifications are not needed during the final stages of this job. Lesser beings than I will be here to see to any minor tasks. I ring head office and I'm told that all details of the new job are already in the post to this address, and that I'm to be on site in East Anglia by Monday 26th March 2002, and because I know all the snags of moving lock, stock, and caravan to a new site, I also know I have only one more full weekend with Oscar and his family before I leave... which places me in a dilemma. Oscar is seeing Daniel regularly at weekends now, even staying over on occasions. I need to let him know as soon as possible so he can decide for himself how he wants to handle this. I know what I want: I want to spend as much time with him this weekend as I possibly can, so as soon as I leave the office and get to my caravan, after I've made myself a coffee, I phone Ted on his mobile. He's surprised to get a call from me during the day, but when I tell him what's about to happen, he's silent for a few moments before he says, "I'll tell Oscar when I get home."
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Although Oscar is a big lad now, when he walks uninvited through my door just after I've eaten tea, he comes directly to me, wraps his arms around me and cries like a little girl. Of course, that sets me off and we end up weeping together on the sofa. After about ten minutes of this sadness, I lift his face, take out my handkerchief, wipe away the snot and tears, and then clean my own face. I kiss his sweet lips, and say, "It was going to happen sometime. You're a big boy now, and I'll still come to see you and your family when I can."
Oscar nods. "I know (more tears), but I don't want to lose you."
I smile at him. "You'll never lose me. I'll always love you no matter where I am, and we can keep in touch by phone. In fact, before I go, I'll buy you a super-duper one so you can send me pictures and we can keep in touch by email."
"But it won't be the same." He giggles through his tears. "I won't have you ogling me every morning through your bloody net curtains! That always gives me my first hard-on of the day."
I giggle too. "Liar! You never wake up without one!"
He pulls a silly face. "I don't count that one. That's because I need a pee. The one I get when I know you're perving on me is because I know you're thinking about what we do in bed."
I pull a silly face. "And the rest! You wouldn't believe what going through my dirty mind when I see you every morning, dressed to the nines with your polished shoes and bouncing along like Zebedee. I've pulled your school trousers down and sucked you off before you get to the caravan, and before you disappear with your mates, I've fucked you twice."
Oscar laughs. "I've never asked, but do you wank when you see me?"
I kiss his lips. "Of course! That sets me up for the day. I couldn't do my work without I've imagined I've fucked you."
"What will you do when I'm not around?"
"I've got those photos of you naked, and don't forget the special film we made when you were still thirteen! They'll last me a lifetime."
Oscar strokes the side of my face, and stares into my eyes. "Look at my eyes when you do. I didn't tell you at the time, but when I was sucking you off, I was thinking how much I loved the special man who'd come into my life."
I wrap my arms tighter around him and bring our lips together. He wraps his arms around my neck and we kiss passionately. As soon as we've broken the kiss, because we're now well past the stage of shy talk, he says, "Fuck me now. Then I want you to suck you off."
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And the next two hours are very special ones. Although I do get to suck Oscar off (twice), everything he does is to give me satisfaction. He won't even let me massage his P-spot; he takes me all in and makes me unload my semen deep inside him, crying when he feels me going over the top, and just a quick wipe with a scented wet-wipe of my dick is all he does before he takes me into his mouth and swallows the residue of my spunk as I cum for a second time.
At eight-thirty he goes home. At nine-thirty I get a phone call from Ted asking to meet me for a pint down at The Jolly Roger. When I arrive, he's already there with his part empty pint and a full one for me. I sit down, take a large draught from my pint, and ask, "How is he?"
"He's buggered off to his room to do some homework. He was upset when he came home. He's going to miss you."
I nod. "I'm going to miss him... and you and Michelle. I've enjoyed being in Regent Magna more than any other job I've been on. But in my job you have to get used to going wherever the work is. You don't mind if I pop down on the odd weekend to visit you, do you Ted?"
"I'd be bloody angry if you didn't! Oscar worships the ground you walk on. You're an amazing guy, Jezza, and I reckon my family might have been in tatters had you not been around, starting with that stupid episode of us visiting Oscar in his room that night when we thought he was asleep, and God knows how we'd have coped with all this stuff with him and Daniel."
"And are you okay with him and Daniel now?"
"I'm fine with it. I worry about his future sometimes, but apart from that, I'm fine. As a matter of fact, I'm hoping him and Daniel last the course. I like Daniel. He's a great lad, and he's clever enough to go places. And he's not backwards at coming forwards either."
"What do you mean?"
Ted grins. "I haven't told anybody before now, but the bugger had a day off school after he'd phoned me and asked if we could meet. I met him in The Noah's Ark in town. The cheeky bugger was already there with two pints waiting. He's only just turned sixteen, but they served him."
I laugh. "He looks a lot older."
"He acts a lot older! He's a confident sod."
"What did you talk about?"
"Mostly about him and Oscar. I was so embarrassed at times, I was wishing you were there. He told me that he'd loved Oscar for a long time, and that he was sure it wasn't a temporary thing. Then the bugger got onto the sex side! I didn't know where to put my face when he said that he'd make sure nobody found out about what him and Oscar got up to. Bloody hell... I didn't want to know that!"
I chuckle with amusement, imagining Ted having to listen to something he was uncomfortable with, and after an outright chuckle, Ted giggles with me when I ask, "He didn't tell you what they did in bed, did he?"
"No... thank goodness. I didn't let him get that far, but I reckon he would have done if I hadn't told him it was none of my business. I just reminded him that he's breaking the law now he's sixteen."
"And...?"
"He said he knew he was, and that's why it was important that I had a word with Oscar to reinforce some new rules."
"New rules...?"
Ted nods. "Apparently, Oscar's the one who could get them in trouble. He says Oscar doesn't give a shit anymore. Daniel says he has to try and ignore him at school, but it doesn't go down too well with Oscar."
I laugh. "So you want me to have a word."
Ted grins. "I knew I could rely on you."
Being the quick thinker I am, an idea comes into my mind, and I say, "How would you feel if I took Oscar away for the weekend? I think I need to have a long talk with him away from everybody."
Ted looks surprised. "Where would you go? I'm not sure he'd want a weekend away from his lover boy."
"I'll take him to East Anglia. It will give me a chance to look at where I'm going, and at the same time I can have a word in his ear. With a bit of luck, by the time I bring him back on Sunday, he'll be all genned up about what he's to do."
Ted looks disappointed. "Me and Michelle were hoping you'd be having Sunday dinner with us." He grins. "Sort of The Last Supper."
I think for a moment. "I'll tell you what, if Oscar is okay with it and you don't mind him having a day off school, we'll go Friday afternoon and be back for Sunday dinner. You can invite Daniel to dinner too. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good to me. Are you going to put the idea to him?"
I grin. "Leave it to me. Don't say anything to him about what we've been talking about, but make sure he takes his mobile phone to school tomorrow and leaves it switched on. Tell him I'll be ringing him up."
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I look through the net curtains and see Oscar and his pals turn the corner on the way to catch the school bus. That's when I ring him on his mobile. He looks at my caravan, drops back slightly, and I hear his beautiful voice. "Where are you?"
I'm grinning when I say, "I'm watching you, Wazowski!" in a voice like Roz in Monster's Inc., a film we'd watched at their house when it came out late last year.
I see a big grin cross Oscar's face, and he's looking at the caravan when he says, "You're a perv, Roz. I'll get Sully to do you over."
Still using the same voice, I continue, "That will be nice, Wazowski. I've always fancied a nice furry monster in bed with me. It will be like having you in bed with me. How do you fancy a weekend away with Roz? I'll skip your paperwork in exchange for your lovely bottom, and if I do you properly, I'll collect enough screams to light up the whole of Monstropolis for a month."
Oscar drops even further behind his pals, and he's giggling fit to burst. "What are you talking about, you pervert idiot?"
By the time he's level with my caravan, I've explained everything. He doesn't look at me when he's passing, but I see him nod his head enthusiastically when he says, "I'll sort it with Daniel today so I don't see him until Sunday. Will we be having a room together?"
I chuckle evilly. "You can bet your arse we will."
He laughs. "I've lost the bet already."
When we break the call, he doesn't look at me, but he knows I'm watching him, and just before he catches up with his pals, he gives me a two finger salute over his shoulder.
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Friday 16th March. It's almost ten at night when I park the car in the car park of the Holiday Inn in Norwich. Without lifting his recliner, Oscar peers over the dashboard, and says, "Is this it?"
"Yes. You stay here and I'll book us in. We've got one of the chalets, so you won't need to show your face until the morning." I get out of the car, go into reception and do the necessary, and then go back out and drive to chalet number 7 and park outside it. "Move your arse. We're here."
Oscar grins. "Number 7. My lucky number."
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"One more time and I'll let you go to sleep," says Oscar as he sits on my groin with my dick buried inside him.
I run my fingers over his cheeks and neck, onto his broad shoulders and down to his nipples. He shudders and arches his back when I fondle them and pinch them softly, and then I trace the contours of his magnificent body down to the gorgeous, spread thighs, and feel at the soft flesh on the insides of them before I caress his balls and take hold of the nail hard erection that's jutting up into his belly. I push up off the bed slightly to signal that he should go ahead, so he begins the movements; manipulating my dick inside his deep tunnel of love. Never once do my eyes leave this gorgeous boy, and a smile crosses my lips when I recall the young boy I first met. Oscar was smaller then in every way, but he's still very boyish now. Yes, he has a tuft of pubic hair above the base of his dick, but the manliness of masses of pubic hair is completely absent. Very probably, even when he gets older he's not going to be a hairy man. He has the body of a beautiful adolescent boy, but a certain womanly grace about him: for me, the perfect creature of my dreams.
Because he has his eyes closed, I know what he's doing is more for his benefit than mine. Yes, he wants a final climax from me, but he's also after the one that will allow him to go to sleep satisfied: his fifth one because I haven't had a wank all day so we could have a good time tonight. His first ejaculation (rope upon rope of pent up frustration) went part down my throat and part over my face; his second entirely down my throat; his third onto his belly when I fucked him when he was lying on his back; his fourth a dribble when we were kissing and cuddling and I was wanking him off, and now I'm waiting for this one, which I know will be almost dry. I need to help him with this one, so while he concentrates on getting the most from my dick rubbing on his prostate, I roll his foreskin on and off the swollen knob. When I cum, it will be my third. The first ejaculation was all over his dick and balls (which led to his second when he made me take his spunk splattered dick into my mouth and suck him off); the second was when I brought him to a prostate induced fuck, and the third is about to happen. For Oscar, this one is all about sex, but for me it's all about love. That's why I'm so entranced with his beautiful, boyish body, and when I sense him reaching his peak, my eyes are misted over when he shudders and takes me over the top, and what is left of my semen is planted deep inside the boy I love.
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He's spooned into me, fast asleep, breathing easily. I can smell him; his own personal boyish odour that plucks at my heartstrings. I've never loved anyone as much as I love this boy, and I reckon I never will. Behind the sadness that I feel because I know I'll be losing him soon is a sense of joy; of well-being; of fulfilment. I recall the young boy who I watched almost every morning on his way to school; the proud way he walked which set him out from his peers; the boy I thought I would always admire from a distance. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the outcome of what we would become. I'm under no illusions that Oscar doesn't love me as much as he does his lovely boyfriend, Daniel, but what we have is more than enough for me. Maybe Daniel will pass into obscurity one day (I hope not), but I know Oscar will always have a place in his heart for the man who has steered him through the trials and tribulations of his emancipation from innocence to understanding. I've been his guide, but like all guides, once the journey of discovery is over I'll be surplus to requirements. Yes, one day (perhaps many days) he'll look back with deep affection on the person who helped him so much, but that guide also has a life to live after he's escorted his protégé to safety. Tomorrow we'll explore this new place; my home for another eighteen months or so. Will I be lucky and find a new boy? Having loved and still loving Oscar has not made me a monk. Oscar and I are almost over sexually, so I need to look for a replacement. But boys don't grow on trees. Not my sort of boys. They hide in the undergrowth of life, only venturing out when they know they're safe to do so. I'm getting older now, which makes the chase more difficult, but I reckon I still have a few more years to enjoy the fruits of my desires. Or so Oscar says. What was it he said on the way up here and he was talking about my future? "You're the sexiest sod I've ever known. The first time I ever saw you I knew there was something different about you. Don't ask me what it is, but I reckon you're a boy magnet. I'm sure I'm not the first boy who's had a hard on as soon as he looked at you, and I don't think I'll be the last." Then he couldn't stop giggling when he added, "Put a sign up on your caravan. Pervert for hire. Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back."
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Oscar Lewis.
It's late afternoon. Jezza has sorted things with the new site he's going to. It's more complicated than I thought it would be. The workmen have already moved in and set up base camp in a field that's been covered in hardcore. There's all sorts of machinery there. He was dead cool with me being with him. In a dismissive sort of way, he introduced me to some blokes as his best mate's lad who fancied a trip up country. Then he pretty much ignored me when he was talking about things as we sat in the portable cabin that's the office. Most of it was technical stuff that I didn't bother with, and then I almost started laughing when Jezza said he wanted his caravan sited by the main road. He even went out with the manager and they picked the spot. I took a good look around so I can picture him when he's gone. That's important to me. We'll be emailing and texting and phoning, so I want to have a picture in my mind of where he is when he's doing it.
But all that's done and dusted now and we're approaching the seaside; a place called Winterton-on-Sea; a tiny village on the east coast above Great Yarmouth. He parks the car, and we get out and stretch our legs. It isn't very warm. There's a cold wind blowing in from the North Sea, so Jezza tells me to put on my warm coat. Then he puts on his winter Parka and we walk through the sandy dunes to the rough sea. I look left and right. Nothing but sand both ways for what seems like miles. Jezza looks at me. "Which way... north or south?"
I point to our left. "North."
At first I'm busy looking for sea shells and stuff, and after we've had a bit of fun with my finds, he just walks on ahead. He's about a hundred yards in front of me when I look up and watch him. Although the Parka has a hood, because he's an outdoor man, he hasn't got it up and the wind is blowing his hair. Apart from a couple of people with two dogs, way, way in front of us, there's just them and me and Jezza on this long stretch of sand. He's sauntering; his hands in his coat pockets, and he looks a lonely figure. That upsets me. It isn't the Jezza I know: the man who's almost always got a grin on his face and is usually mixing with people when he's not in his caravan. If I didn't know him, I wouldn't be able to tell that underneath that coat is one of the most beautiful people on earth; the most loving and kind individual I've ever met; the man who's so sexy that he can make me cum just by spurting his spunk all over me. Yes, he's done that a couple of times when I've not done it with him for a while and made myself go without because I know it will make things twice as nice when we do meet. From here he looks ordinary, but he's not, and right now I know he'll be churning things over in his mind... especially that he's leaving me.
When I catch up with him, I push my arm through his and link him, and then lean my head against his shoulder as we walk together. Because the wind coming in from the sea is so cold, Jezza makes me go to the other side of him so he's sort of sheltering me from it. That's lovely... Jezza always thinking about my welfare: sheltering me from whatever the weather. Normally it's from the shit of life, but today he just wants me to stay warm, so I squeeze his arm a bit tighter and nestle my head against his shoulder more firmly. He squeezes my arm, takes his hand out of his coat pocket, wraps his arm around my shoulders and hugs me to him. I wrap both arms around his waist, and we walk on slowly... two people who love each other. Oh, yes... I love Jezza, and now I'm with him on this lonely beach, for the first time I realize that my love for him has changed. Before, it was solely because he was my protector and tutor in all things sex, but I've now got feelings for him that are like those I've got for Daniel. I'm confused. When I've had problems before, I could talk to Jezza about them and he would sort it, but because this concerns only me and Jezza, I don't know what to do.
We've walked for about a mile saying nothing and both deep in our own thoughts when Jezza asks me, "You're very quiet. What are you thinking?"
I pull us to a halt, release the hold we have on each other, and go and stand in front of him. I can't look him in the face when I play with the top of his zip by the neck, and say, "I've just realized that I love you like I love Daniel."
When Jezza puts his hand under my chin and lifts my head so he can look into my eyes, tears are seeping from his when he says, "I thought that meeting you and loving you was the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me, but hearing you say that is far more wonderful. I've been thinking while we were walking, too. You know I'm a boylover, but what I didn't know when I met you was that you were the first boy I would ever meet who I would happily live with for the rest of my life. And for me it isn't all about sex." He chuckles. "And that's a first."
I stare back into his eyes. "So what are we going to now?"
Jezza smiles. "Nothing. Nothing changes... unless, that is... you don't love Daniel anymore?"
I shake my head. "I still love Daniel."
Jezza brings his lips to mine and kisses me softly. "Then things stay exactly the same. Before you and me, I want you to make a go of it with Daniel. He's a wonderful young man, and you two are made for each other. What you've just told me has put the cream on the cake of what we've had, and I don't ever want the cake to be cut." Then he grins. "But that doesn't stop us going back to the motel to celebrate this new-found love."
I grin back at him. "I've got a better idea."
He looks puzzled. "And what would that be you sexy sod?"
"How long will it take us to get home?"
"Home?"
"Back to our caravan?"
Jezza giggles, and then looks at his watch. "It's almost four. By the time we've sorted stuff at the motel, it will be about five thirty. I can get us back home for about eight thirty to nine. How does that sound?"
"Brilliant! Let's go. I'm fucking freezing!"
And laughing and giggling, we run all the way back to the car.
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Jezza's body has taken on a new meaning to me. No longer is it the body of the man who I want to have sex with, it's also the body of the man I love who I want to have sex with, and when I sink my teeth into his neck and bite him, even the four hard smacks he gives to my arse doesn't make me break the love-bite I give him. When I'm sure I've left my mark, I sit on his belly and admire my handywork.
"You bastard!" says Jezza.
I grin, pretend to go down to kiss his lips, and then plant my teeth into the other side of his neck. This time he doesn't smack my arse, instead he puts two fingers up it and squirms them about inside me. That increases my pleasure, so I bite harder. I feel his fingers slide out and I'm just about to release him when I feel the P-spot vibrator going inside me, so, although I release him with my teeth, I continue to suck on his neck. But when the feelings surge through me and my spunk spurts onto his belly, again I bite his flesh until it's all over.
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As I lie wrapped in Jezza's arms, nibbling on his ear, he says, "I'm going to have to wear a roll-neck pullover tomorrow you bugger. Whatever possessed you to do that?!"
I nibble a bit harder, and then whisper into his ear, "That's put the mockers on you getting a new boyfriend for a few weeks."
"A few weeks! Looking at those bloody things, it will be months before they disappear!"
I giggle. "Good. A few months then. I'll be having it off with Daniel on a regular basis, and you'll have to live like a monk for a few months. That way I won't get jealous until I've almost forgotten you."
Jezza's chest is heaving up and down as he tries to suppress his laughter, but eventually, he asks, "So you'll be jealous if I get a new boyfriend then?"
"Uhuh! I don't want no other little squirt having your cock up his bum until I've forgotten you."
"Pfffttt! You'll never forget me! I'll give you two weeks before you're on the phone begging me to get back down here to fuck you. I've forgotten more about fucking boys' bums than he'll ever know."
I nuzzle his ear. "Mmmmmm... I know... that's why you're going to put your cock up it now and do your special stuff."
"Your spunk hasn't dried on my belly yet, you sexy little sod!"
"I know. That's why I want to do it now. It will be nice and sticky on my back while you're fucking me."
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With my head on the pillow while I'm in the doggy position, I relax and absorb the wonderful feelings of Jezza's knob rubbing over my P-spot. He's right... nobody can fuck like Jezza. It would be good if Daniel was here to learn from him. Because my arse is now well-stretched and because Jezza also uses loads of lube, there's absolutely no discomfort now... just the fantastic, pleasurable sensation of doing what Jezza taught me to do: use the muscles in my tummy and bum to suck his cock in or push it out to wherever I feel like having it. And the beauty of what we're doing now, and because I'm really comfortable kneeling on two long pillows, this can go on for ages and ages. Occasionally, Jezza stops fucking me and rubs his hands all over my back and neck and around my bum, and when he's had enough of what pleasure he gets from rubbing me, he starts again. And I can tell that this is one of those special times; the ones where he'll just carry on doing it until he's induced me to three or four small climaxes that make my teeth chatter. They're strange ones; different than the full blown cum jobs.
They first began to happen after Jezza found out I'd got a sensitive P-spot. I was in the same position I am now, and I'd just had a full blown cum onto the pillows, but he didn't pull out of me like he normally does. Instead, he kept rubbing my back and stuff, and I was enjoying being loved after being fucked. Then, while he was still rubbing me, he started doing little movements with his cock and I thought he was going to do a full fuck on me, but just as I felt I was about to cum again, he sort of slowed the movements down so I didn't quite get the full one. It was sort of half a one, but it was nice. Then he did it again, and after it was over, I asked him what he was doing. He told me that I'd got to learn not to be like a bull in a china shop, and that if I learned what he was teaching me, my sex life would be much better. Because I didn't squeal like I normally do when I get a full blown cum, I asked him how he knew when it had happened. He said my bum hole clamped on his cock when it happened.
He also taught me how to wank him off when he was up me by using just my bum and tummy muscles. Daniel was amazed the first time I did it to him. I told him not to move and let me do all the work. He thought I was magic when he came. I didn't dare tell him that I'd been taught by a proper magician. God knows what he'll do if ever he finds out about me and Jezza. I very nearly told him one day, but managed to stop myself, and when I next saw Jezza, I told him. He said I'd been wise not to. He said there's no telling how Daniel would have reacted to it. But I would like to tell him. One of my special fantasies is being in bed with Daniel and Jezza at the same time. That would be fantastic. Jezza could do his special stuff on my bum, I could suck Daniel off at the same time, then Jezza would fill me full of his spunk down there, and Daniel would fill me full of his spunk in my mouth. Jezza's right when he says I'm a perverted sod. LOL.
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Two half-cums and then I feel Jezza slipping slowly right into me. I push out when he gets to the second muscle, and once he's through that, it's all plain sailing. I can take every bit of him easily now, and enjoy it. It's that paradox in me: Jezza's in control, but I'm in command. When I say, "Do it!" Jezza knows exactly what he's got to do; grab both bum cheeks and squeeze them until they hurt. I like that bit of pain, and I'm pretty sure Jezza likes it because he enjoys pandering to some of my kinks. That's why he smacks my arse. He knows a bit of pain can get me going even when I'm almost drained. "Now!" I yell. Jezza also knows that command, so he stops pinching me and grabs me by the hips and begins to fuck me hard. If he didn't have hold of me, he'd be knocking me up the bed, but because he has, every time he slams into me, it makes me shudder. Slap, slap, slap his belly goes against my arse cheeks, and then he shoves right into me and grinds himself against me. I like this part most. I can feel every bit of his cock inside me, rotating and moving, stimulating me and him to another inevitable climax, and when I cum, I let out the long moan that I like doing, and that Jezza adores. For me it's a sign that I've enjoyed the fuck, and for Jezza it means that his boy has enjoyed the fuck, which is all part of his turn-on. I can imagine that he'd get no pleasure if his boy wasn't enjoying it. In fact he's told me that he wouldn't.
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I'm holding the Gameboy above my face, enjoying playing on it, and enjoying being played with. Jezza's got his own `Gameboy', down there between my legs. He's been there for at least a quarter of an hour now; kissing my legs and balls; sucking my cock; playing with my foreskin; putting his tongue up my arse. I'm in the `compliant-mode' as he calls it; getting over being fucked and taking my time for whatever comes next. This is the beauty of having sex with Jezza... I never know what he's going to do next. It could be rough or tender; or both. It might be the P-spot vibrator up me or one of the other dildos we use, or it might be his cock again. Because I know it will be the last one tonight, and because I know whatever he does will be entirely for my pleasure, I'm not bothered what he does. He'll let me know when he's ready.
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Jeremy Foster.
I'm lost in the beauty of the beautiful, curvaceous boy below me; his softness; his firmness; his warmth; his sexiness. Society says I'm the worst kind of pervert for desiring this creature: a child of the species. Desiring him? Really! Yes, just because I desire him, I'm that. For what I'm doing now, I should have my balls cut off, and that would be the least of my problems if some of them caught me at it. There's a special place for people like me... up against a wall and shot. But what would they do without me. Who next would they turn against to vent their spleen? Whatever would the media outlets do if they lost the juiciest of stories they delight in when one crops up? Nothing is so watchable; readable; profitable than a good story outing people like me who have dared to cross the rubicon of sexual desire. And they know it. They're not stupid are these people who make billions out of what I am. I am an industry; a creator of wealth; a way to earn a damned good living. It matters not an iota that they, themselves, are perverts of a different kind... but who cares if the male of the species goes home and fucks his wife up the arse; ties her to a bed and stimulates her rape; dresses up as Adolph Hitler and takes her that way. And those are tame examples compared to some of the things they do. But according to them, they're not perverted. According to them, those things are normal because they're foreplay leading to procreation. That's the word they hide behind to justify their perversions. But they're stupid if they actually believe that crap. 99.9999% of sexual activity has nothing to do with procreation, and everything to do with plain old simple sexual desire; exactly the same thing that's happening to me and Oscar now.
I've not forced Oscar into my bed: he jumped into it quicker than me! But they have an answer for that, too. He's done it because he's not mature enough to understand what he's doing. Jeezus H Christ! Oscar would leave most of them behind in the Knowing-What-He's-Doing-Stakes. He knows exactly what he wants: sexual satisfaction. He hasn't been brainwashed by some extreme religious nutters to believe he's a dirty filthy creature if he partakes, the same nutters who even condemn masturbation as harmful to `The Spirit', or those bastards who condemn homosexuality as an abominable crime. Yes, Oscar my love, some would cut your balls off or torture you or even kill you if you were thirty-four and not fourteen for lying on your back waiting for me to give you the supreme pleasure. Why? Because you're of the same gender as me. Well, fuck `em my little beauty! I'm going to give you what you desire, and let the devil take the hindmost.
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I'm watching Oscar's face as I force my tongue in between the now well-stretched foreskin and the swollen knob that's throbbing with desire because Oscar has already worked out how this final climax of the night is going to turn out, and I see him smile. Holding the stretched foreskin with two fingers of each hand, I plunge my tongue right down inside his foreskin until the end of it is doing circles around the fraenum, teasing the delicate nerves there. He's still holding the Gameboy over his face and pretending not to be interested. But we've played this game many times, and I know that whatever game he's playing on his hand-held contraption is of little importance now. I wait for the signs. They come when one of his legs folds over my shoulder, and then the other, and then he uses his strong boy legs to crush me to him. Although I can't see them, I know his toes will be curling. Time for us to go to the second stage.
I release his foreskin, roll it completely off his knob with my tongue, and then suck it back over again. I repeat the process and feel the muscles of his gorgeous buttocks tense in my hands when his hips rise from the bed. I slip two fingers into him and it doesn't take long before his knob pulsates in my mouth and the last dregs of his boyhood seep onto my tongue, and then he collapses back onto the bed, still staring at his Gameboy as if nothing has happened. It's part of the game, and my reward is the tiny drop of his boy-cum that I savour.
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Spooned into me, Oscar lifts and turns his head so I can kiss him. "See you in the morning," he says.
I kiss him softly. "See you in the morning."
He relaxes in my arms. I kiss his soft hair and count my blessings that I've spent this last thirty-six hours with the most beautiful boy in the world.
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Ted Lewis.
Michelle is cuddled in my arms. It's been a good day. No Oscar and lots of sex... almost as good as it was before we had him. We love our boy more than anything in the world, but he's a pain in the arse if we want sex nowadays. We have to plan everything around him, even waiting until he's gone to sleep before we can fuck properly. God! I'd almost forgotten how good Michelle is in bed. She's sex on two legs pure and simple. My aching balls are testament to that. I'm completely empty, and that hasn't happened for a long time. I suspect Jezza's balls will be too. My boy is as sexy as his mother. I just hope Jezza doesn't end up like Michelle's Uncle Trevor.
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She was twelve when Michelle first seduced Uncle Trevor, her mother's brother. He tried to stop her; to put her off, but the crush she had on him was so great that she was having none of it. It would have been better if he'd moved out before it happened, but after his wife and he separated and he went to live with his sister, he was on his arse money-wise and emotionally. She'd got another bloke, but he doted on his wife. Michelle wasn't savvy enough at that age to understand the situation. All she knew was that she adored her Uncle Trevor, and she wanted to get in his pants. Being the sexy fucker that she is, he was easy meat. He was careful and always wore a condom, but a condom didn't save him from his fate. Unlike Jezza, he was emotionally unstable, and when he committed suicide two years later, it was Michelle who was left carrying the burden of what happened between them. As she said, she was the one who instigated it, and she was responsible for his death. Only she and I know her terrible secret. She wouldn't have known if the bastard hadn't left her a note hidden in one of her textbooks saying, I'm sorry. But I can't live for what I've done to you. The bastard!
That's why I'm not about to go overboard tonight at what I've discovered, and I wouldn't have discovered it now if Jack hadn't insisted on dragging me down to the main road on his last walk. But he wasn't content with that... the bugger insisted we go along the main road and around the big block. Or so I thought. Until, that is, we came to Jezza's caravan and I saw his car outside and the lights on and Jack tried to get across the road. Then I understood why some of Oscar's late night walks with Jack took longer than I expected. As we stood across the road from it, I saw the lights go off, and I knew they were either going to bed or just going to sleep. They'd come back early from East Anglia and were spending the night in the caravan.
I've always had secret suspicions about my boy and Jezza, and they've hidden it well. I think if it had been anybody else except Jezza, I would have had a dickiefit. I've always wondered how he was so wise, but now I know. He's as gay as my boy, and he'll understand everything Oscar is experiencing. But I know something else; no way would Jezza be in my boy's pants if Oscar didn't want him there. Oscar can be a little bastard if he doesn't like someone, but he's like Michelle if he does, and I'm pretty sure Oscar has done an `Uncle Trevor' on Jezza. But I wouldn't be thinking this way if it wasn't for Jezza. Not only has he been Oscar's guide, he's also been mine. Because of him, our family is still intact and very much in love. So, as long as he doesn't top himself when he goes - leaving Oscar with the same hang-ups that Michelle has nowadays - I couldn't give a fuck. But I also know that won't happen. Yes, he's going away, but he isn't dead, and I expect the pair of buggers will find a way to get to each other if they need to. But as far as Oscar is concerned, I don't think that will happen. He's got Daniel now, and he can get his end away locally. Anyway, from what I've seen, Jezza promoted the Oscar-Daniel thing, so I reckon he's sorted that out too. But that's what Jezza would do... look after Oscar's best interests and not his own. That's why I still love the daft bat like a brother.
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Oscar Lewis.
When we turn the corner, I almost burst into tears. The familiar sight of Jezza's caravan is no more. Instead, all I see is an empty space. I stop and pretend to tie one of shoelaces while my pals continue walking. I want to turn around and go home, into mum's arms and cry my eyes out, but I can't. Keeping a wary eye on my pals, I take out my handkerchief and wipe away my tears. My mate Chris turns to look at me, so, hastily, I pretend I'm giving one of my shoes a quick polish. That won't bring attention to myself. They know what a stickler I am for being immaculate.
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Jeremy Foster.
I know Oscar's every movement to the second. I'm impatient as I wait, imagining exactly where he is. He'll be turning the corner now, and where my caravan was, will now be in his vision. If he didn't see it was gone late yesterday, then he'll be in for a shock. I don't know how he'll handle it, but the last thing I want is to have him upset when the reality of me being gone really hits home. Hoping that he'll have it switched on, I ring his mobile phone. I hear it ring four times before I hear the familiar voice that I love, say. "Hiya. Where are you?"
Time to put on the Roz act. "I'm watching you, Mike Wazowski! You didn't put your paperwork in?"
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Oscar Lewis.
I can't stop the tears flooding from my eyes when I hear Jezza taking the piss out of me, so I stop and turn away from my pals to stop them seeing me like this. If they look, they'll see me with my mobile phone to my ear and they won't think anything is wrong. They'll just think I've stopped walking to answer the phone. Despite my tears, I'm grinning when again I ask Jezza, "Where are you?"
He adopts his normal voice. "Sitting in the hotel thinking about you."
"Room seven?"
"Yes... you didn't think I'd have anywhere else, did you? I've got another night here, and then my caravan will be ready for occupation. Have you seen that it's gone?"
"Yes. It's knocked me for six. I had to stop and pretend I was tying my shoelace so they didn't see me crying."
"I thought it might. That's why I'm ringing you. Are you away from your pals now?"
"Yes, I'm lagging behind them now so we can talk. Just let me dry my eyes and then we can carry on." I turn so my face is turned away from my pals and dry my eyes properly, and then I begin to saunter along about twenty yards behind them. "Right. We can talk now."
"Good boy. The reason I'm ringing you is to make sure every time that you turn the corner, you don't miss me. I'm not there; I'm here, right on the end of this phone any time you need me. Forget about distance. I'm in your pocket twenty four hours a day. Preferably in your trouser ones so I can get to that beautiful dick of yours."
I chuckle. "Shut your mouth! You're making me hard!"
Jezza chuckles too. "Good. Now put your hand in your trouser pocket and hold it for me. Have you got it?"
I do as he asks. "Yes, it's nice and hard."
"Good, now roll that lovely foreskin on and off it."
I laugh. "Fuck off! It'll make a right mess!"
Jezza adopts his Roz voice. "Do as I tell you, Wazowski! Take out your handkerchief and get it down your trousers some way without your pals seeing you. Can you do that? You'd better, Wazowski, or I'll have you and Sully through a door and banished to the North Pole with the Abominable Snowman. You're not messing with Randal now!"
My cock is even harder now, and listening to Jezza has also got me worked up. I slow even more and drop a bit further behind my pals, get out my handkerchief, do a sort of a twirl so they can't see what I'm doing, and manage to get it down my pants and wrapped around my cock. Then I whisper, "I've done it."
Jezza talks in his own voice. "Good boy. Now wank yourself off and pretend I'm sucking you off. That's it, I'm pushing your foreskin down with my lips, and now I'm sucking it back over your beautiful knob again. Is it nice?"
Hoarsely, I whisper, "Yes."
"Good boy. Keep doing it and keep talking to me. Tell me how nice it is, and just so you know, I'm doing exactly the same thing as you while I'm thinking about sucking you off."
I stop, turn away from my pals, and begin to roll my foreskin on and off my knob. "Jezza... I'm thinking about it now. I can feel your hot mouth on it. It's fantastic. Suck harder!"
"I am. Your dick is covered with my spunk because you've just wanked me off all over you. Your lovely body is covered with it, and now I'm sucking it off your dick. I'm eating my own spunk. But I want yours. I love your spunk. It belongs to me. Cum for me, Oscar... cum for me!"
That takes me over the top, and my hot spunk floods into the handkerchief. "I'm doing it Jezza! I'm filling your mouth with my hot spunk. Swallow it! All of it! That's it... eat me Jezza... eat meeeeeeee!"
And I hear Jezza say, "I love you Oscar! I love you, and I always will."
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"The bus is here now. I'll speak to you tonight."
"Good boy. Then I'll ring you up again in the morning as you're going to school."
I laugh. "Don't you dare! I've had to put my handkerchief in a bin! It was soaked!"
Jezza laughs. "What a waste! You should have dropped it in a spunkproof envelope and posted it to me. Ring me whenever, and always remember I'm in your trousers whenever you need me. Have a good day, and tell Daniel he's got a long way to go before he'll be half as good as me. Oh, and stop looking for my caravan."
"I will. I love you."
"I love you too, Oscar. Enjoy your day my beautiful boy."
And I do, and that's because, once again Jezza has put me right. Although he's not here in body, he's in my heart. And my pants whenever I need him.
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Jeremy Foster.
Five months later.
He comes into the small café where I sometimes go for lunch when I'm at this end of the site. It's Saturday lunchtime and I've got my laptop on the table doing some calculations when he and three others come in and sit at the table next to mine. Because they're dressed in motorbike gear and have crash helmets on, I don't take a lot of notice of them. Motorbikes mean at least sixteen, so that usually puts them out of my age of attraction. I finish the calculation, pick up my cup of coffee, and absent-mindedly look at them.
He's got a mass of blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, and he's staring at me. My immediate instinct is to look away, but then I can't help looking at him again. Still he's looking at me, and when our eyes meet, he sends me a hidden smiley eyes. I'm familiar with the look. Contact! So I study him.
He's smaller than his peers, but I can tell by his voice that he's about sixteen. I can't see his body, but if it's in keeping with his face, then it will be nice. There's no trace of excesses in it, and unusual for a boy his age, his complexion is good: no acne to speak of. I would describe his eyes as `dancing ones': they're often flitting from person to person, and always with a hint of amusement in them. Part of it I know is an act: putting on the style... for my benefit. He's attracted me to me, and he wants me to be attracted to him. Despite his boyish mannerisms, I know he's as gay as they come, and I know exactly which role he wants to play. Like Oscar who I left behind five months ago (but who I still speak to a few times a week and who I've visited twice since I moved up here), he wants to be fucked, and I want to fuck him. Yes, despite his age, he's my type. All we need to do now is seal the deal.
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They've all gone, putting their crash hats on and going through the door. I've prepared for this moment, paying my bill early so as not to be caught on the hop. The moment the door closes, I'm out of my seat and following them. Their 50cc mopeds are parked in the street. Three of them burst into life and are off, making their power to noise ratio seem stupid. But my boy sits astride his and pretends to fiddle with something by his engine. When I draw level with him, I ask, "Have you got a problem?"
He sits upright, and looks into my eyes. "Not really."
I decide not to mess about. If I'm wrong (which I'm sure I'm not or I wouldn't be doing it), then all he can do is call me a perv. Probably an old perv given the difference in our ages. I smile at him. "My name's Jezza. What's yours?"
He doesn't call me an old perv, instead, he grins at me and says, "Dean. I haven't seen you round here before."
I work on the new road. Do you know where the main base is?"
"The main base?"
"Where we live. The caravans we live in while we're here."
"Where all the offices are?"
I nod. "That's the place. If you're around there anytime and fancy a cup of coffee, I live in the one right by the road; the large green one with the plastic dog outside."
He grins. "A plastic dog! What have you got that for?"
I grin back at him. "So when I tell somebody where I live, they know exactly where to go." I look at my watch. "I finish at five today. I'd better go. See you... Dean?"
Again he grins. "See you Jezza."
That's it. I can do more now, so I tap him on his helmet, and grinning like a Cheshire Cat, walk away. I hear his scooter burst into life, and when he passes me, I wave without looking at him. He doesn't wave back, but I'm sure that's because he's concentrating on showing off and doesn't want to come a cropper rather than not wanting to acknowledge me. That's when I notice his `L-Plates'. Dean is a learner driver, so he could have turned sixteen only recently: maybe had the bike for his birthday. It has got brand new plates on it. And the bike tells me something else: his parents will be reasonably well-off to have afforded it.
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Six thirty and I'm thinking either I've missed him when I was having a shower, or he's not risen to the occasion. It takes balls for a young man to just go for it, and most are not equipped mentally for making the first move. But I've miscalculated my clever Dean. Because it isn't quite dark until about nine pm in late August, he waits until then before he shows his pretty face. As a matter of fact, I've just finished speaking to Oscar and Daniel (Oscar is having a stayover at Daniel's) when I hear the sound of his scooter pull up outside. Then I hear a gentle knock on the door. Immediately I hear it, my dick begins to swell in my pants, and I arrange it so it doesn't show before opening the door.
He's taken his crash helmet off (wanting to look his best) when I invite him in, and the moment he's in I take it from him and point to the sofa. "Give me your coat. I'll hang it up. Take a seat, Dean. I'll make us a coffee. Sugar? Milk?"
He smiles at me and nods when he hands me his crash hat and denim jacket. Then he says what all the boys say, "It's nice in here?"
I give him the usual response. "Yes it is. It's my home." Then the grin. "I'm a surveyor, not a traveller. Have you come far?"
"I live in town. How long have you been a surveyor?"
I'm hoping he's good at maths when I reply, "Thirteen years. Since I finished university at twenty one. And how long have you been riding that motor cycle?"
"Two weeks. I was sixteen on the fourteenth."
I turn and grin at him. "You're old enough now then."
Whether Dean understands my double entendre of referring to his eligible age to both ride a motorbike and be above the age of consent, I'm not sure until he says with a big grin on his face, "Yes. I can do as I like now I'm sixteen."
I give out a little chuckle. "Yes you can. But let me give you a bit of advice, Dean, now you're of age, make sure you only do what you want to."
He stares into my eyes with the same twinkling smile I saw in the café. "I intend to."
I finish making the coffees, put them on a tray, take them and put them onto the occasional table, and then I sit on the sofa right by him. "Help your self to sugar and milk. There's cream there if you prefer it."
Again he doesn't miss the double entendre. He puts one sugar in, and then adds cream. When he stirs, he turns to me with a grin on his face, and says, "I like cream."
I lean forward, put one sugar in mine, and also add cream. Then I grin at him, and say, "So do I, and I like it fresh. And the younger the better."
"Is sixteen too old?"
I take a sip of my coffee and look at him over the top of the cup, "Usually, but most sixteen year olds are not as young-looking and as handsome as you. I'm amazed that you are sixteen. I would never have known it had you not been on that scooter thing of yours."
He smiles. "I've always hated looking so young."
"And now?"
His smile changes into a grin. "Now I'm pleased that I do."
I take a large drink of my coffee, put the cup on the table, place a hand on his denim clad leg, and say, "Good. And if I tell you that you're very beautiful and sexy, will that make you even more pleased?"
He nods. Then he puts his cup on the table and sits back, waiting for whatever comes next.
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He's shaking with nerves when I put an arm around him and draw him to me, but he doesn't resist. I kiss his hair, and whisper, "Have you ever done it before?"
He looks up at me, and shakes his head. "Not properly, but I've always wanted to."
I smile at him. "Good, but always remember what I told you: only do what you want to, and I promise that in return I'll respect your every wish. Now can I kiss you?"
Dean nods and half smiles, so I slowly lower my head and brush his lips with mine. He closes his eyes and responds slightly. I firm the kiss, and he accepts it. To help him out, I take his arm and place it around my neck; then I lean over him and kiss him properly. His arm tightens on my neck, and he pulls me to him. I open my lips and press my tongue against his mouth. His lips open, allowing me access. When I push my tongue inside his mouth, he gives in completely and accepts the French kiss, and after a few seconds his tongue is working as hard as mine is. Only when I'm sure he's lost in the sexuality of the kiss do I place my hand on his groin and search for his dick. It doesn't take long to locate the hard bulge in his jeans, and I'm more than pleased at what I find. Dean might not be a big boy in stature, but his dick is a goodly size for his age, and when I massage the throbbing lump, he opens his legs to give me proper access, and at the same time crushes our mouths together. That's the sign I'm waiting for, and the moment he does it, I'm undoing the press stud and zip of his jeans and putting my hands inside his underpants to get what I want.
It's folded down his leg, but with gentle persuasion it's soon out of its constriction and being held in my hand. Without looking at it, I examine it. He's uncut and his foreskin isn't tight. It's also a nice thick handful, and I can't wait to get it down my throat, but that joy can wait a few moments. Before I venture further, I need to assure him that he's in safe hands, so I break the kiss and stare into his eyes with a smile. "You're doing fine. How are you feeling?"
He swallows hard. "Okay. You promise you won't hurt me?"
I kiss his lips gently. "No, I won't ever hurt you. I don't want this to be a one night stand. I want to see you again, and again and again, and that won't happen if I don't treat you right." Then I smile at him. "But I'm worried."
He looks puzzled. "Why?"
I grin at him. "You know that fresh cream I was talking about?"
He grins. "Yes."
"Well, Dean, I really don't want to waste it. Do you mind if I have it?"
He giggles. "Only if I can have yours afterwards."
I giggle. "Oh, yes... I almost forgot that you like cream, too. I'll tell you what... how about we share each other's together. You give me yours and I'll give you mine."
Dean nods. "Here?"
I shake my head. "No. I've got a nice soft bed we can do it on. Are you up for it?"
Again he giggles, but not so nervously this time. "I know something that is."
I squeeze his dick. "You're telling me! I can't wait to get the cream out of this beauty. What have you been feeding it on to make it so big?"
Dean laughs. "It runs in the family. My dad's got one like a horse."
I laugh. "Well, come on then, Donkey Dick, and let's get on with it."
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Oscar Lewis.
I'm crying as I lie cuddled in Daniel's arms. He holds me closer and asks, "What's the matter? Is it me?"
I snuggle into him more firmly. "No you daft sod! Of course it isn't!"
Daniel kisses my forehead. "That's a relief. Is it Jezza? You miss him don't you?!"
I nod. "Yes. If I tell you something, will you promise you won't be angry at me?"
Daniel pushes me away from him so he can look into my tearful eyes, and asks, "That sounds serious. So I want to hear it."
I stare into Daniel's beautiful eyes, desperately wanting to tell him everything, but I can't do that. It might destroy us, and I never want that to happen. Jezza told me I was never to tell him anything. But neither can I hide what I'm feeling from him either; sadness because the man I love has got a new boyfriend.
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It came out when we were talking on the phone earlier. Having fun with him, I just asked if he was fucking anybody yet, and when he hesitated I knew he'd found another boy. He didn't want to talk about it, but I did. So I pumped him for about a quarter of an hour about him. Dean. My replacement. I tried to talk but I was so gutted that I had to break the call. Afterwards I waited and waited for Jezza to call me back, but he didn't. So unless I wanted it all to end like this, I called him. I asked him why he hadn't called me back, and as usual I got the same sensible Jezza I know so well. He simply said, "I was giving you time to think about it. He's not a replacement for you. Nobody can ever be that. I love you too much for that to happen, and if you want to leave Daniel then I'll pack up this job and come and live in Regent Magna tomorrow. But I'm not a monk, and Dean is just my way of relieving my frustrations." Then, even though I was upset, he made me giggle when he said, "It's a good job he doesn't know that when I was fucking him I was actually fucking you."
I asked, "Is he as good as me?"
"No," Jezza answered, "not in the same league as you. How about you come and spend a weekend with us and teach him how to do it? I reckon you'd like that you kinky sod."
I chuckled. "I'll get a train."
"Bring Daniel with you. He can have Dean and I'll have you for the weekend. In fact we could do that regularly... like every weekend?"
Now I was laughing. "Sod off! Nobody is having my man!"
Jezza put on a pretend hurt voice. "You little bastard! You want your cake and eat it! All I want to do is get my end away and you're putting on airs and graces, and at the same time you don't want to share your bloke! You'll finish up with a fucking harem if you carry on this way."
After I'd stopped laughing, but still giggling, I said, "Send me a photograph of him. In fact give me his name and address and I'll send him written instructions about how to satisfy an old bloke without really trying."
After that we made up and we ended the call knowing that we'd both crossed that first hurdle of separation. But I think both of us are still feeling the effects of not being together. I know I am.
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I kiss Daniel's lips softly, and then I say, "I miss Jezza a lot. In fact if he'd been gay, you might have had a rival."
Daniel returns the kiss. "Isn't he too old?"
I shake my head. "No. Age doesn't come into it. He's just a beautiful person. Just like you. I don't love you just for the sex you know!"
Daniel wraps me in his arms again. "Why did you tell me this?"
"I dunno. I'm missing Jezza and I needed somebody who loves me to understand that I'm hurting. It is possible to love two people at once. Are you angry at me?"
Daniel turns my head up, stares into my eyes, kisses my lips softly, and then he says, "No. I'm pleased you've told me. All I need to know is that you really love me... that you want to be with me... that I'm the one you want to spend your life with."
I grab Daniel's head, crush our mouths together in a passionate kiss, and when I break it, I say, "You're my man, and one day I'm going to marry you. Is that good enough?" And for the following half hour I prove to Daniel that what I said is the truth. I meant every word I said, but when Daniel is sucking me off, I've got my eyes closed and it's Jezza's mouth that takes every drop of my semen when I ejaculate in a frenzy of passion.
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Epilogue.
Jeremy Foster.
A small place just ten miles from Dumfries, Scotland, Saturday April 28th 2012... ten years since I left Regent Magna.
I open the A5 size quality cotton paper envelope and pull out the card. Tears are in my eyes when I read it.
Oscar Lewis and Daniel Philips
Together with their parents
Invite you to join us at the celebration of our marriage
On
Saturday, the twenty third day of June
Two thousand and twelve
At three o'clock in the afternoon
At
Buckinghamshire Registry Office, The John Hamden Room
County Hall
Walton Street
Aylesbury
HP20 1XF
Reception to follow at
The Jolly Roger
Regent Magna
Buckinghamshire.
At six o'clock in the afternoon.
~RSVP ~
To
Etc...
Inside the card is a small note. It says simply: Be there. I love you. Oscar. XXX
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At just turned six o'clock, the door of my caravan opens and in walks fourteen year old Robert D'Arcy. He grins at me, closes and locks the door, and comes to sit next to me on the sofa. I lift an arm and he cuddles up to me. I kiss the top of his gorgeous red hair and smell the shampoo he's just washed it with. After a short while, he lifts his head, looks into my eyes, and says in his lovely Scottish brogue, "You're quiet. Have you gone off me?"
I lean down and give him a peck on his sweet lips. "No. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
I point to the envelope on the occasional table in front of us. "That."
"What is it?"
I smile at him. "Read it."
Robert picks it up, settles back into me, opens the envelope and reads the wedding invitation. Then, looking puzzled, he asks, "Who are Oscar Lewis and Daniel Philips? Are they gay?"
I chuckle. "They wouldn't be getting bloody married if they weren't, you daft bugger."
Robert grins, and places the envelope back on the table. "You're the buggerer not me."
I grin at Robert and look deep into the beautiful green eyes that captivated me the first time I saw him in the local shop. "You're beautiful, and you like me buggering you."
Robert's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Maybe I do, but you're still the buggerer. Are you going to bugger me tonight?"
"Yes, providing you let me suck you off first."
"Now?"
"Can't it wait until we've eaten?"
Robert reaches down, locates my semi-hard dick in my jeans, and when he's found it he begins to massage it to full erection. When he's satisfied that he's worked me up, he looks at me, and grins. "Not really. We can have a sixty-nine for starters, and then a bit of buggering, and then dinner. How does that sound, Mr Buggerer?"
I chuckle. "You're a sexy sod. I should have ignored you. I would have had a much more peaceful existence."
Robert gives me one of his sexy looks. "But you didn't. I only had to wiggle my bum at you with my school uniform on and you were a goner. I knew the moment you looked at me that you wanted to bugger me, you old pervert. And I was only twelve. You should be ashamed of yourself, interfering with little boys!" Then he pulls his head back and stares at me. Eventually, he points to the envelope, and asks, "Which of those two did you bugger?"
"Who said I did?"
He grins. "Let me guess." He picks up the envelope again, and takes out the card. Then he studies it for a while before saying, "Because Oscar Lewis is the first name on the invitation, I reckon he's the girly one like me. So, you buggered him. Did you bugger the other one?"
I chuckle. "No."
"How old was Oscar Lewis when you first buggered him?"
"Thirteen."
"Did he like it as much as me?"
"Yes."
"Was he a virgin like me?"
"Yes."
Robert grins. "I'll bet that was nice, a nice virgin bum to bugger."
"It was."
"As nice as me?"
"Different."
"In what way?"
"It took me ages to find his P-spot."
Robert giggles girlishly. "You found mine the first time you put your finger up me."
I laugh. "I know! It only took thirty seconds of rubbing it before you squirted your bit of boy stuff into my throat."
Robert closes his eyes and gives out a long, "Mmmmmmmm. I remember that moment as if it was yesterday." When he opens his eyes, he grins, and asks, "Can we pretend it's our first time and do it again? I'll pretend I was that little boy again."
"Now?"
He nods. "Now!"
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I'm on my back and Robert's beautiful, thick dick is in the back of my throat when I locate his P-spot and hear the stifled moans from him as he's sucking my dick. I close my eyes and I'm transported back to Regent Magna; to the many times I did this with Oscar: to the boy I loved more than any other, and when semen begins to pour into my throat, it's the sweet semen of my special boy that I'm devouring; a gift from the young man on the first step of his emancipation into adulthood; to the marriage I'll be attending in June, and tears stream from my eyes. I love you, too, Oscar Lewis. I always will.
But Robert is beautiful young man, too, a boy who has become very special to me like you were, Oscar, so with your permission (which I know you'll freely grant with that same beautiful grin on your face when I showed you a photograph of him, just as you did when I showed you photographs of Dean, and after him young Connor and Adrian), I'll get down to the enjoyable task at hand. But I'm not as virile at forty three as I was at thirty three when you demanded my services. I've learned to adapt though... I concentrate even more these days on my boys' pleasures, and they seem to like it. Robert especially! I know for a fact that dinner won't be eaten until I've buggered him to two more climaxes. And they say I'm a pervert! They should take a long, hard look at this bugger on top of me now! He might only be fourteen, but he's enjoyed a dick up his arse since he was twelve, and he was prodding himself with a carrot at the age of nine. They haven't got a clue what they're talking about. But we have. See you in June, my sweet boy... unless this young bugger wears me out first.
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Oscar Lewis.
I chuckle as I look at the photograph of Robert D'Arcy, the fourth boy Jezza has captured since we parted. I have photographs of all of them, and I love them all. Jezza's boys. I was one of them. I hope they realize how lucky they are to have been mentored by my special man. I know how lucky I was. Yes, above all things, Jeremy Foster was responsible for The Emancipation of Oscar Lewis from boyhood to manhood; to the marriage to my beautiful lover, Daniel Philips. Without him none of this would have happened, and that's why I still love him so much; that's why I know when I see his face when he comes to the wedding, I'll be the happiest man alive. Daniel won't know it, but in my mind I'll have two men in our marriage bed that night. But Jezza will know. There's nothing he doesn't know about me, and that's because I know I really have been the most special boy in his life, and that gives me a warm glow all over. But there's something else I'm looking forward to. Jezza asked if he could bring Robert D'Arcy with him. He said he could pass him off as his former wife's nephew. I'm looking forward to it in a kinky sort of way. I want to touch the skin of a boy who I know Jezza is having sex with, and because Jezza has told me that Robert knows all about me and Jezza, me and Robert can have a private chat. I want to do that because there's also something else Jezza has told me... he actually loves this new boy in his life, and that makes me very happy.
The end.
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