Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2009 09:53:25 +0100
From: DGG <dgg@cwgsy.net>
Subject: The Gardener (Adult/Youth, Watersports)

Hi, my name is Tom and I'm twelve years old.  I live in a big house with my
mum and dad.

Dad is a very successful businessman, I don't know exactly what he does but
he earns lots of money and is away from home most of the time. Mum doesn't
work but she does have a busy social life. Neither seem to have much time
for me. We've lived here for about five years now and I really like it.
The house sits in large grounds and apart from the formal gardens has its
own meadows, wooded area and stream.

When we took over the house it came with a gardener, a really nice man, he
had been looking after the land and gardens for most of his life.  I
enjoyed going out to see him in the grounds and talking to him. He was a
kindly man who always seemed pleased to see me and I spent a lot of time
with him. He told me lots about the plants and trees. I loved nature.
Sometimes, especially in the school holidays, the gardener would bring his
son to work with him, he was about ten years older than I. He was quiet
though and didn't talk much, he was pleasant to me all the same. I liked
them both very much.

During last winter we learned that the gardener had died suddenly.  I was
very upset but I wanted to go to the funeral, mum agreed so we went.  It
was a small affair and was the first funeral I had ever been to.  I cried a
lot.  The gardener's son, Joe, who I guessed by then to be in his early 20s
came over to speak with us afterwards.  He was obviously distressed and he
said how very grateful he was for us attending. He saw my red eyes smiled
at me and said "thank you for caring Tom".  He stroked a tear from my cheek
gently.  He said to mum that he would take over the care of our grounds if
we wished.  My mother said that it would be fine but he was not to worry
about the details at this time.  She suggested he came around for a chat a
couple of weeks time.

Joe said "Thank you Mrs Williams, but I can't let things slip, it wouldn't
be fair to Dad, I'll be round on Tuesday as normal" On the way home I
checked with Mum that we would keep Joe on and she said we would. I was
pleased.

Like his father, Joe came in two days a week, usually Tuesdays and Fridays.
In the early months of that year I didn't get to see him much, except on
the way to school, when we'd just wave.  May came quickly and the weather
was mild and sunny.  It was the first Tuesday of school holidays and as
soon as I could I went in search of Joe.  I found him way down at the end
of the meadow where he was repairing a fence.

He seemed more of an 'adult' than I remembered him and somehow I felt drawn
to him. Maybe like a big brother substitute, or a father figure (as mine
was never around) or maybe because of the affection I once held for his
father.  He seemed pleased to see me and we chatted for a while. I said
that I would like to help him and he gladly accepted.  I spent a few hours
with him and we were getting on well.  I enjoyed being his assistant.  By
the early afternoon it had gotten quite warm and we stopped for a break.
Joe took off his shirt and sat on the grass.  I stared at his body, it was
lithe and athletic.  Joe suggested that I took off my shirt too, he said
"You're too pale, you need to get some sun on your body".  Although I felt
a little embarrassed I took off my shirt and sat on the ground opposite
him.  He said "There, now doesn't that feel good".  I laughed and said that
it did.

As we sat and rested my eyes wandered to his muscular legs and as I
followed them up I realised that I could see right up his shorts.  He was
not wearing any underpants and I could clearly see his penis and balls.  I
had never thought of anyone not wearing underwear before and the idea
excited me.  I didn't realise that I was staring, but I must have been
because I looked up and he was looking right at me, he was smiling.  He
said, "So you now know that I go commando", I apologised for staring but he
said "No problem for me Tom, I'm comfortable with it, you can look as much
as you like".  He then went on to say "I learned to go commando from my
dad, he hated being cluttered up with clothes, he actually preferred to be
naked whenever possible, even here while he was gardening sometimes" I must
have looked surprised, he added, "He was very discreet though and would
never have wished to offend anyone he only stripped off when everyone was
out."

I couldn't help my eyes wandering down to his groin again, I was
captivated, he said "Why don't you try going commando, I think you'll like
it."  I said "I don't think mum would approve" he said "she doesn't need to
know.  Why don't you give it a try now?".

I was nervous, excited and embarrassed all at once.  My penis was getting
hard.  Joe egged me on and eventually I agreed, he said he'd look away
while I got rid of my underpants.  He rolled onto his side away from me and
I gingerly slipped my shorts and pants down my legs.  I removed my pants
from the tangle and slid my shorts on again.  They were white nylon
football shorts which were a bit too small for me, my penis was clearly
defined.  As I adjusted myself I realised that Joe was watching.  He said
"There, I bet that feels good now."  I replied, "I'm not sure, it feels a
bit strange."  Joe said, "stand up and move around, you'll see how
wonderful it feels".  I stood but was conscious of the protrusion in my
shorts and tried to cover it up.  Joe said, "you don't need to cover up for
me, its only a natural reaction. My dad taught me to enjoy the sensations
my body gave me, you should enjoy those feelings as well"

I moved my hand away and Joe stared at my lump.  He said "run around a bit
and see how you feel" I ran along the meadow and felt the silky material of
my shorts caressing my penis as it bounced around.  It felt fantastic.  I
ran back to Joe, my lump more prominent than before, he said "I can see
that you enjoyed that", I nodded and sat down opposite him.  I looked at
his shorts and I could see that his penis was much bigger and was lying
along his leg.  He said nothing for a while and then said "Its a shame your
mother is home because I'd love to get naked right now." I blushed.

He went on to say "Dad used to bring me here from when I was little, he
loved it here, he taught me to enjoy being at one with nature and we'd
sometimes stay naked all day while we were doing the gardens."  I thought
for a while and said "I've never seen my Dad in the nude ever, actually
I've never seen a man naked at all."  He replied, "when we've got the place
to ourselves we'll put that right because I don't need an excuse to get my
kit off and I'd expect the gardener's assistant to wear the same uniform as
the head gardener."  We laughed.

After our break, we worked for a couple more hours and then headed back to
the sheds.  I told Joe that I needed to pee and he said "follow me".  We
went down to the compost heaps and Joe stood in front of one.  He said "My
dad told me that gardeners always pee on the compost heaps because all the
nitrates in pee are good for the compost" He opened his shorts and lifted
out his penis, he started to pee.  I followed suit, but had to pull my
shorts down because they didn't have a fly.  Joe peed like nothing I've
ever seen, there was so much coming out with so much force he was able to
pee all over the compost heap.  I tried to copy him.  As his pee reduced to
a dribble, some ran over his fingers.  He squeezed out the last drops and
then to my utter amazement licked his fingers.  I must have looked shocked.
He said "Its okay Tom, Dad taught me to enjoy the tastes of my body.  You
should try it."  I didn't but the thought had burned itself into my mind. I
watched as he shook his growing penis vigorously before finally tucking it
away.  He didn't bother to do up his flies.

I realised that I needed to put my pants back on before I went to the house
and I mentioned it to Joe.  He suggested that I went inside one of the
sheds.  To my surprise he followed me in.  I was embarrassed but I didn't
want to look like a wuss so I had to go through with it.  Joe chatted about
nothing in particular, I think he was trying to take my mind off of the
situation, and I turned away from him as I slid down my shorts.  I heard
him say "mmm peachy" and wondered what he meant.  When I was dressed again
I turned around and faced him.  He was looking thoughtful and I asked him
if he was ok.  He said "I was just thinking about Dad, I miss him so much
and I haven't really got anyone to talk to about him. I saw you cry at his
funeral Tom, did you love him ?"

I thought for a moment and said "Your dad was so nice to me, he talked to
me about everything and I was always happy to be with him.  I often wished
he was my dad.  Yes, I think I did love him in a way". He held open his
arms and I walked into them for a hug.  He held me tight and nuzzled into
my hair, saying "I guess that makes us sort of brothers".  I looked up at
him and said "I'd like that very much". He kissed my forehead.

His next visit was three days later, but it was raining.  I went down to
see him though and found him in the glass house.  He was sorting out some
of the young plants.  He looked pleased to see me and said "well don't I
get a hug then".  I went to him and he embraced me.  I felt so good in his
arms, better than I could remember feeling, ever.

I was happy to be with him and helped him out for a while.  We talked about
this and that and it sounded like his home life was very lonely now.  He
said that he had always been shy with people and only really enjoyed the
company of his Dad, until he got to know me.  He never mentioned his mother
and I didn't ask about her, but it seemed like she hadn't been around for
most of his life. He said "Dad and I didn't really need anyone else, he was
everything to me.  I miss his love very much".  He seemed to be about to
cry and I moved to him and hugged him, he held me tight for a few moments
and whispered into my hair "You are so sweet Tom, thanks.  I don't
understand why your parents don't have more time for you, if you were mine
I'd hold you close all the time and tell you how much you were loved.
Thats what my Dad did for me, he loved me and expressed it all the time." I
started to cry and he squeezed me even tighter.  Joe said "there is so much
love in you, I'm glad I found you little brother".  He gently wiped the
tears from my eyes and kissed my forehead.

We just stood for ages in our embrace and said nothing, I felt like I never
wanted to separate from him.  Eventually we parted though.  He said, "hey,
its stopped raining and there are things I should be doing outside, want to
help?"  I smiled at him and said "Of course". The weather brightened and
the sun came out and it became quite warm, the air smelled wonderful. As
the afternoon came to a close I was sad because I knew that Joe would soon
be leaving.  I think he read my mind and said "Don't worry Tom, I'll see
you next week, you do have another week off school don't you", I nodded yes
but my heart felt heavy.

After we cleaned the tools and put them away Joe walked toward the compost
heaps.  I knew why and was excited. He stood in front of one of the heaps
and opened his shorts, they slid down a little and I could see the top of
his buttocks.  I stood alongside and looked across at his penis and balls,
which were all out on show.  I undid my jeans and open the flaps, I had no
underpants on and Joe looked down and exclaimed "Well done mate, it feels
sexy doesn't it", I nodded.  He started to pee and I was fascinated, he
squirted it all over the compost.  My pathetic little jet tried to follow
his, sometimes they crossed.  It was fun and we giggled.  As his torrent
subsided I watched him pinch the end of his foreskin closed and watched it
swell as it filled with pee.  When it was full to bursting he let it out,
some went over his fingers.  He squeezed out he remainder and licked his
fingers.

I copied what he did and loved the feeling of my pee filling up my
foreskin, I let it out with a blast and some went over my hand.  As my pee
reduced to a dribble I looked at my hand, Joe said "If you don't lick that
off, I will" I was hesitant but I brought my hand to my mouth and licked
it, surprisingly I did not find the taste offensive and finished cleaning
my hand.  I looked across and Joe's penis was still in his hand, it had
gotten bigger, I stared.  He said "do you like my cock Tom?"  I nodded, he
said "Well when we've got some privacy sometime, I'll let you play with it
if you want."  I blushed deeply.  Joe laughed and said "You are so cute
Tom" and ruffled my hair. We sorted out our clothing and put away the
tools.  Before we left the shed I said "I'm back to school next week and
I'm really going to miss you Joe".  He smiled at me and said, well now the
evenings are getting longer in future on Fridays I'll start at lunchtime
and work into the evening.  That way you can spend a couple of hours
helping me after school.  I grinned from ear-to-ear and fell into his arms
for a hug, he kissed my head and said "you make me happy Tom, and I need
that right now, I do miss my Dad so much". He cried quietly and that made
me start too. I held him as tight as I could. We separated eventually and I
looked into his watery eyes he smiled and said "Thanks Tom" and kissed me
gently on the lips.

The following Friday could not come fast enough.  After changing from my
school uniform I ran out to find Joe.  On the way I stopped by the sheds
and took off my underpants. He was by the edge of the woods cutting back
bracken.  He did not hear me approach I stood for a while just watching
him, he was shirtless and wearing some tatty very short cut-offs with a
tear in rear, through which I could see his flesh.  I thought he looked
magnificent.  I spoke his name as I moved forward and he turned to me and
smiled, I could see that his body was covered in a light sheen of sweat,
but that did not prevent me from falling into his arms.  We hugged, I loved
his manly smell and I felt my penis stiffen.  We broke from our embrace and
I started clearing away the cut bracken for him and could not help but keep
looking over at him working and watched his muscles move. Sometimes I
caught him looking at me too. I liked it. Once when he crouched down I saw
his penis and balls fall out of the leg of his shorts, I stared and he
caught me, he just smiled.

The time soon came for him to finish and we gathered the tools and headed
back to the sheds as we strolled back we talked and I don't know why I said
it but I said "I really like those shorts Joe" he laughed and said, "that's
probably because there ain't much of them and what there is is torn to
pieces.  I do find them sexy to wear also, especially if someone is looking
at me, like you were today."  I blushed heavily. he said "It's ok mate I
didn't mind you watching me, actually I found it quite flattering and a bit
of a turn on.  They don't hold my bits in too well, do they" We both
laughed.  I said I'd like to have some work-shorts as the ones I was
wearing were getting too tight and that my mum had commented that they had
to go.  Joe said "that's a shame I think they are very sexy, especially
when you have no pants on, if I wore shorts like that with no pants, I'd
probably get arrested."  We giggled.  I said that I didn't have anything
suitable for work shorts.  Joe said he thought he still had an old pair he
had grown out of and would bring them next week.

We went to the compost heaps for our ritual pee and I stood close to Joe.
He undid the flaps of his shorts and lifted out his penis and balls.  I
wiggled my shorts down under mine.  I watched him as he started to pee and
my willy was hard, he said "Hold mine while I piss Tom."  I reached over an
put my hand round his penis, it was warm and velvety, I directed his flow
over the heap and marvelled at the power of his flow. As he slowed to a
stop Joe said "now squeeze out the drops Tom."  I tried to copy what he had
done before and as I squeezed the length of his penis it started to swell a
little, some pee ran over my fingers, I looked up at him and he said "You'd
better wash your fingers Tom." I brought them to my mouth and licked them,
I liked his taste and smiled at him.

I still had not peed and my willy was rock hard.  It took me a while to get
going.  As I did I relaxed a little and then I felt a warm hand displace
mine and surround my willy and balls, it felt wonderful.  Nobody had ever
held me there before.  He massaged my willy as I peed and when I finished
ran his finger over the wet end and brought it to his mouth.  "Mmmm, nice",
he said.  He returned his hand to my penis and took my hand and placed it
back on his.  He said "I like the feel of your hand on my cock, I remember
holding my Dad's like that when I was little, now I know how he felt." I
said, did he hold yours too?", "Oh yes, I loved his big hands on me.  From
when I was very little Dad always held my cock when I peed and when I'd
finished he'd bathe and clean it for me."  "How?", I asked, "with his
mouth", he said.  I was silent and thoughtful and before I could say
anything he added "and I would do that for him too."  My mind was reeling,
I could take in what he had just described, I was not offended, just a
little shocked I guess.

Joe broke the ice by saying, "Come on, your mum will be calling you soon".
As we went into the shed with the tools and I noticed that Joe had not done
up his shorts.  Inside the shed I retrieved my pants.  I slid down my
shorts, struggling to get them over my buttocks.  I stepped out of them and
was about to put on my pants when Joe dropped his shorts to the floor and
stepped out of them.  We were both naked apart from out boots.  Joe moved
toward me and brought me to him, we were skin to skin all over and it felt
marvellous.  I could feel my willy stiffen against his leg and I could feel
his swell against my tummy.  As he held me he ran his arms over my back and
down to my bum he caressed my buttocks and squeezed them gently.  I looked
into his eyes as he kissed me.  His lips touched mine gently at first.
Then I felt his tongue pushing through.  I sucked on it and used mine to
caress it.  We kissed and kissed for ages and my hands found his buttocks
as I copied his actions.  His penis was rigid against me and I could feel a
wetness coming from it.

Our mouths parted and he looked into my eyes and said "I never thought I'd
love anyone after losing my Dad, but Tom, I think I am falling in love with
you in a big way.  I want you in my bed, I want to kiss you all over, I
want to make love with you the way my Dad did with me."  I was moonstruck
and took a while to respond.  "Joe, I don't really know what love is, but I
think it must be what I feel for you, and probably what I felt for your dad
too.  I want nothing more that to be in your arms, I am sad when you go and
happy when you're here.  I am excited by the things you are teaching me
about my body and want to touch you all the time.  When we kissed I thought
I was in heaven.  Is that love?"  He smiled and said "I think it is my
young friend", "Brother", I corrected him.  "Brother it is" he affirmed.

Our bodies parted and his big wet penis came into view.  I looked at it and
he asked me if I wanted to hold it, I did and it felt powerful and strong.
I asked him why it was wet and he told me about how men made a lubricant
when they were aroused.  He brought some to his mouth and suggested that I
tasted it too.  I was about to put my finger forward when he said, "the
best way is with your tongue".  I knelt in front of him and moved close.  I
could smell his manliness and grasped his big penis.  I licked it like it
was a lollipop and found that I loved the tasted of the juice he was
making.  He told me to push my tongue under his foreskin and I did so.  It
tasted more musky but I loved it also.  He said "take it all into your
mouth Tom, but mind your teeth."

I could barely get the whole head in my mouth, but managed.  At Joe's
suggestion I started to suck on it, whilst lathering it with my tongue.
Joe stroked my hair saying "You are wonderful Tom, I love you". I was in
seventh heaven.  It was then we heard my mother's voice.  In a moment of
panic we tried to dress.  Joe calmed me and told me to slow down and to
follow him out after a few minutes.  Although he had put his shorts on he
still showed a massive bulge so he held his shirt loosely in front on him
and headed out.  I heard him walk away along the gravel path and the start
of a muffled conversation.  I gave it a couple of minutes before I
followed.  They we about 50 metres away. As I neared them Joe said "Thanks
for sorting out those tools Tom, I was just telling your mum how much I
appreciate your help and company."  Mum added "Apart from coming to tell
you that your dinner would soon be ready, I also came down to ask Joe a
favour.  Next Friday I'm going to be out through to the evening and I
haven't been able to find a sitter.  I was hoping that Joe might stay on
into the evening and keep you company. Joe has kindly agreed."  I could
hardly contain my excitement, but managed to repress an outburst.  I just
smiled and said "Great".

It seemed like an age before the next Friday came.  That afternoon I rushed
home from school dumped my bags and went in search of Joe.  I saw him in
the walled garden where he seemed to be planting.  He was naked.  As he
bent over and I studied his muscular buttocks for a moment before saying
his name.  He turned to me and smiled. I ran into his arms and he kissed me
long and hard on my mouth.  He said "I've missed you little brother."  I
told him that I'd missed him too and that the previous week had been agony.
He pecked me on the lips and said "Well its here at last and we're
together.  I need to finish planting these out though.  I offered to help
but he reminded me that I was still in my school uniform.  My boldness
surprised me as I said "Well I'd better get into the same uniform as the
head gardener".  I stepped across to a seat and stripped off.  He watched
me.  Before I was naked my penis was hard.  I looked up and his was too.  I
removed the last piece of clothing and moved back to him he hugged me and
said "You sexy little beast, I could eat you right now."  He kissed my lips
and while he did my hands found his penis.  I stroked him.  He gently
parted us and said "let us just finish off here then we can play all you
like."

He told me what to do and I helped.  I could not take my eyes off him as he
worked though his muscular frame and hard cock captivated me.  He seemed to
be watching me a lot too.  I loved being out there naked and wished I had
discovered this feeling before.  If only Joe's dad had introduced me to it.

When we were done he gathered his tools and I grabbed my clothes and we
headed for the sheds. Once the tools were away grabbed my hand and said
"time for some fun".  Shall we go down to the bottom meadow.  At the end of
the lower meadow was a stream and Joe led me to a grassy spot on the banks.
The stream was not very deep, kissed tenderly at first and then more
passionately, our bodies pressed together.  After a while our mouths parted
and Joe spoke, he said "this was my dad and I's favourite place, it was
here that he first made love to me properly.  We came here whenever we
could."  I said "what happened?" He said "I'd better tell you the whole
story"

He continued, "From my earliest recollections, I guess from about the age
of 4 or 5, Dad and I were naked most of the time and it was normal for us.
When I was about 6 or 7 I started to get interested in Dad's body.  I
wanted to touch him all the time.  He encouraged me as it gave him pleasure
too. I was particularly interested in his cock, especially when it became
erect. Dad let me hold it and stroke it. I was intrigued by the liquid it
would produce and when Dad scooped it up and ate it, I wanted to try it.
Of course, he let me but suggested that I did it with my tongue and I loved
it.  From that point on I was licking his cock whenever I could. Eventually
he taught me how to suck him and he would usually return the favour.  So
from about the age of 7 I was addicted.  Our life at home became more and
more intimate and it was not long before I shared Dad's bed all the time.
I loved being surrounded by his arms and the feel of his hard cock pressing
against me.  He kissed me and loved me all the time.  In the mornings if I
awoke before him, I would go down under the covers and take his cock in my
mouth.  I would nurse it from its sleeping state to full arousal and Dad
would wake with a groan, he'd tell me how much he loved me and I'd suck him
furiously until he ejaculated and I'd always swallow the lot." I asked him
what 'ejaculate' ment and he explained, I told him that I never seen it
happen.  Joe said "you soon will".

He went on, "Anyway, our love-making was pretty much based on oral
pleasure. For a couple of years we learned how to give each other pleasure
with our hands and mouths.  One of my favourite things I know know is
called rimming and Dad was a master at pleasuring me that way.  I will
introduce you to that later, it is when one guy uses his tongue on
another's arse to give him pleasure. I guess I was about 8 or 9 when one
summer's day, here on this spot, things moved on to the next level.  We had
been laying here kissing, licking and sucking each other when Dad told me
to get on my knees so that he could rim me, needless to say I was on my
knees in a shot and Dad soon had his face buried between my arse cheeks and
was drilling my hole with his tongue.  It was fabulous.  He worked on me
for ages and I was relaxed and wet.  He then knelt behind me and put his
stiff cock to my hole. I felt him gradually push and realised that he was
going to put it in me.  I was not scared at all.  Ever so slowly he
gradually pushed further and further in.  It was a bit uncomfortable at
first but he stayed still for ages before he started moving it in and out.
It was the most wonderful feeling. I could feel the length of his cock
sliding in and out of my arse until he squirted his cum inside me. I
realised then that this was truly making love.  From that point on our
love-making developed and I could not get enough of it."

I was absorbed with his story and wrapped in his arms and said "Could it be
like that with us? I want you to make love to me that way".  He kissed my
lips and said "My sweet Tom, I want to love you every way possible, I want
you to feel the pleasures I felt with my Dad.  When I think you are ready
that will include fucking and I hope that one day that will include you
fucking me too."  I said "I am ready, I want it Joe, please make love to
me".  He kissed me softly and said "we'll take it slowly and if at any time
its too much for you, tell me to stop."  I nodded.  He kissed my neck and
ran his tongue down to my nipples he tweaked them with his lips and flicked
them with his tongue.  It felt great.  After a while he licked his way down
to my navel and wiggled his tongue inside.  I liked that too.  He travelled
down bathing my hairless pubis with his wonderful tongue.  He lapped an my
balls before running his tongue along my penis.  When he got to the top his
tongue lapped at the opening before he pushed inside between my foreskin
and the head of my penis.  It was electrifying and I was squirming with
pleasure.

He gently rolled me over and bathed my buttocks, gently biting them.  His
tongue moved to my crack and he pushed his face in I could feel his tongue
probing my hole, wiggling and drilling it got further in.  He pulled away
and said "Ok my love, I want you on your back.  I want to see your face
while I do this."  He positioned me on my back and lifted my legs until
they were suspended over my head.  He grasped my buttocks firmly as his
mouth returned to me.  He licked my smooth balls again and sucked on my
willy before returning to my arse.  He drilled again with his tongue and
applied loads of spit.  As his wiggled his tongue into my hole he pushed in
a finger.  I loved it. He then pushed it in deep and withdrew it before
using two.  He worked on me for a while introducing more spit and a third
finger, I felt good and when he lowered my hips slightly I knew what was
coming.  He aligned his cock to my hole and pushed in slowly.  His penis
filled me and felt enormous.  I was a little uncomfortable but I wanted him
so badly I said nothing.  He looked into my eyes and said "I'm inside you
my love and I'm going to rest for a bit so that you can get used to it.  I
hope it feels as good for you as it did for me the first time Dad put his
cock in me."

I nodded and said "It feels wonderful Joe, I like it."  He smiled and
started moving backwards, pulling out.  I was a bit alarmed at first
thinking that it was over but then he pushed back in and my eyes rolled in
my head with the feelings.  He started to do that faster and faster until
he was banging against me.  I could feel his balls slapping me.  I had
never felt anything like it.  Suddenly he pushed in deep and his whole body
spasmed. I felt a heat spread inside my guts and realised that he must have
shot his stuff into me.  With his strong arms he lifted me up, still
impaled on his manhood, and brought his mouth to mine.  He kissed me
passionately and said "how was that?"  I replied "It felt fantastic Joe, I
love the feeling of your cock inside me, don't ever take it out."  He
smiled and said "Sadly it will soften and slip out soon, but we can do it
again later".  He kissed me tenderly and said "You were great Tom, your
arse felt so tight on me it was a struggle for me not to come too soon.
When I did come I nearly feinted.  It made me remember my Dad coming in me
for the first time right here on this spot, I hope it was as good for you."
"It was, I will remember it forever", I replied.  We cuddled together and
held each other tight and kissed tenderly.  All too soon his penis softened
and slid out of me.  I felt vacant without it and wanted it back.  We laid
back on the grass, face to face.

Joe then said, "I need to pee Tom and I'm just going to let it go."  I then
felt a warmth spread across my groin and stomach we parted slightly and a
jet shot up between us and hit my face.  I licked my lips as Joe squirted
again and I received more.  His pee went all over my chest and there was a
lot of it.  I loved the sensation when he peed on my nipples. His flow
eventually subsided and I slid down his body and took his dribbling penis
into my mouth. I bathed it with my tongue as he finished.  I moved back up
and he kissed me deeply.  I started to pee and when Joe realised he quickly
moved us apart so that he could get to my cock. I was in full low when he
took me in his mouth.  He kept me there until I was finished swallowing my
pee.  He did not release me but kept working on my cock with his mouth.  He
sucked and licked me fingering my anus until my whole body shook.  "What
was that?", I said.  "I think you just had an orgasm little brother", he
said.

We laid on the grass for a while until Joe suggested that we got in the
stream for a wash.  It was a bit cold but Joe washed me vigourously and I
felt good. Using his fingers he washed out my anus thoroughly and I enjoyed
the feelings he was creating.  It was too cold to stay in long so we
climbed back onto the bank and dried in the sun.  Kissing now and then,
touching, stroking.  Naked, we wandered hand in hand through the meadow,
slowly back toward the sheds. It felt the most natural thing in the world
to be naked with him out there.  When we got to the sheds we retrieved our
clothes but did not dress.  We headed up to the house, saying very little.

Staying naked we sat at the kitchen table side by side, not able to stop
touching each other.  We ate the food mum had left and went upstairs to my
bedroom.  We laid on the bed and kissed softly.  We cuddled for a while and
Joe said. "what do you want to do this evening?".  I kissed him and said,
"Nothing, can't we just stay here like this."  "Sure, your mum won't be
back until about ten."  Entwined with each other we drifted off into light
sleep.  When I awoke I realised we'd been out for about an hour.  Joe was
still asleep and I remembered what he said that he used to do to his
father, so I carefully moved down until my face was in line with his groin.
I held his soft penis and marvelled at it.  It was smooth and velvety to
the touch.  The foreskin was generous and its opening revealed his slit
which looked like a little eye. His testicles hung low in their wrinkled
sac.  I kissed his penis and licked the opening gently. I moved my tongue
in circles gradually pushing it under his foreskin.  He started to swell
and I increased my efforts.  Soon he was rigid and groaning.  I felt his
hand on my head as he said softly "You are so wonderful Tom, what pleasure
you give me.  Make me nice and hard so that I can put it inside you, where
it belongs."  I worked on his member and he started to produce that soft
liquid which tasted so good.  He said "Oh Tom, I'm boiling up inside, I
need to get my cock in your arse, flip around so that I can get you ready."
I turned around and straddled his chest.  His mouth went to my bottom and I
felt his tongue invade me, wiggling and pushing.  He started to push
fingers in and it felt so good I started to groan.  He said "Are you ready
for me baby?".  I broke off from his juicy cock and said, "Oh yes Joe,
please put it in me", He said "turn around and sit on it".  I turned and
lowered myself onto him.  It felt bigger than before but I wanted it so
badly.  Slowly it inched in and my young cock twitched and quivered as it
got deeper.  Joe spat in his hand and stroked my cock.  I was overwhelmed
with all the feelings.  Eventually he was all the way in and I paused for a
while to adjust.  I lent forward to kiss him and his cock moved out a
little.  With his hips Joe pushed it back in and the movement felt good.
Joe continued to use his hips and soon he was sliding in and out of me.  We
kissed passionately, we were both nearly breathless as he fucked me.
Suddenly he thrust into me hard and I felt him spurt inside me.  We stayed
put for a while and then I resumed my seated position trying to keep him
inside as long as possible.  His hand returned to my stiff hairless cock
and he wanked me.  As he got me worked up my arse twitched and clamped on
his cock, he groaned.  My whole body shook with my second ever orgasm.
Nothing came out though.

We looked at each other and I was overtaken with what I now knew to be
love.  In our bliss we started to talk softly, interspersed with kisses. I
learned that he lived in a rented place which he could barely afford and my
mind began to race.  There were rooms above the old stables, which had been
converted into garages, and I wondered if I could persuade Mum to let Joe
live there. I told him my thoughts. He said "It would be wonderful to be
closer to you Tom and as your mum is out so much it could be very
convenient for her to have me on the premises."  I promised to approach
her.  Joe kissed me deeply and said "I love you so much little brother, but
we must be careful to keep this secret, because you are so young if anyone
found out they'd probably send me to prison."

I said "Why would they do that when we love each other?"  He replied, "Well
they write these laws to protect children, which is okay but they don't
take into account that the youngsters might actually enjoy having sex with
an older person."  I said "Well it doesn't make any sense to me but I will
never do anything that might hurt you and if that means I cannot tell
anyone about us then I won't."  He kissed me again.  He moved down my body
using his tongue to lead the way lingering for a while on my nipples he
ended up lapping at my hairless groin.  He bathed my balls and all around
before taking my penis into his mouth.  His tongue worked magic under my
foreskin before retracting it fully an tickling the head gently.  I was
squirming.  He started to suck and moved his head backwards and forwards.
He got quicker and quicker until my whole body shook.  He moved back up and
smiled at me.  I kissed him.  We hugged for a while longer until Joe said
"Your mum could be home soon, I had better go downstairs."  I was saddened
and wanted to cry, I did not want him to go.  He hugged me and reassured me
that we would be together again soon.

I stayed naked in my bed stoking my body pretending it was Joe's hands on
me.  A little while after he we downstairs I heard my mother come home.  It
took me ages to get to sleep.

to be continued....

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I hope you enjoyed the first part of this tale, my other stories can be
located in the Authors section on Nifty, under "DGG".

Thank You to those who for take the trouble to give me feed-back on my
stories.

David