The
Itch
By
Pink Panther
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It's
the summer holidays. In a couple of weeks' time, we'll be heading back to
school. I'll be starting Year Eight; I'll be thirteen a few weeks after we go
back. Right now, though, I've got an itch up my bum. I need a guy's cock up
there. Normally, I'd call my friend Blake, and he'd be more than happy to take
care of it, but this week he's gone to stay with his cousin Leonard who lives a
hundred miles away.
Blake's
just turned fourteen. He's very good-looking and has a beautiful cock. Two
years ago, he was the one who got me into this stuff. He was very keen to show
me the sort of things boys can do together. I loved it! Once Blake knew I was
cool, he introduced me to some other boys. It's just gone on from there.
We
live in a nice area out in the suburbs. There are no gangs, and no crime to
speak of, and there's plenty for us to do, with two well-equipped parks for us
to play in, and woods to explore. Best
of all, there's a swimming pool and fitness centre
right next to St Anthony's Collegiate, the private boys' prep school that I and
most of my friends go to.
Our
parents all have good jobs, but they do work pretty long hours, so after school
and during the holidays, we're largely trusted to look after ourselves. We
don't get into any trouble that they're going to find out about, so as far as
they know, it works fine. They don't have a clue what some of us get up to!
The
swimming pool was where I met Brad. He's in his mid-twenties, quite
good-looking, a swimming instructor and one of the duty managers. And he likes
boys. During the school holidays, they run Kids' Fun Sessions in the
afternoons. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, when Brad's in charge, he lets us use
the club changing room rather than the public one. There are nine or ten of us
when everyone's there.
After
we come out of the pool, we get up to all sorts of stuff: sucking, fucking,
whatever. Brad always comes to check on us. Sometimes he joins in; other times
he just watches. It depends on who's there and what we're doing.
I
live with Mum and Dad and my brother Tom, who's ten. His birthday is a month
after mine, so there's just over two years between us. The thing about him
being my little brother is that he always wants to do what I'm doing. For the
year after Blake taught me about sex, I managed to fend him off, but last
summer, he started to get upset that I was excluding him from stuff. So, after
making him promise not to tell anyone, I let him in on the secret. Well, guess
what? He took to it exactly the same way I did.
During
that summer, Brad invited me to visit his house. I'd enjoyed it when he'd
fucked me in the club changing room, so I agreed. He lives right where the
suburbs end and the countryside begins. The house is single storey
and not all that big, but it stands on a large plot of land and is surrounded
by mature trees, so it's pretty isolated.
When
I got there, Brad introduced me to his partner Keith, who's a few years older,
a fitness instructor and a big guy. As well as teaching classes at the fitness centre, he works one-to-one with some rich private clients.
Well,
he took a shine to me straightaway! I liked him too. Despite his size, he was
gentle, very friendly and great fun to be with. He made me feel totally at
home.
The
problem was that being a big guy, he was big down there too, and he wanted to
fuck me. Now I'm not talking humungous; I'd have turned him down straightaway.
But he is well above average. I was very nervous, but eventually I
agreed to let him.
It
did hurt when he stuck it in me. But once I'd got past that, I was well
into it! It was so exciting! Afterwards, my bum was sore for a couple of days,
but I wasn't worried about that. Nobody else had made me feel the way he did.
It was an amazing experience! That's how it's been ever since.
Since
last year when I began Year Seven, my boy-bits have grown a lot! By the time we
broke up for the summer vacation, my cock was the biggest of all the boys in my
year. I've been able to cum since January, and these days, I shoot proper white
spunk.
For
the past few months, I've spent most of my free time fucking the younger kids,
like Tom and his mates. I really love that! But just occasionally – like now –
I get the itch to have a cock up my arse.
With
Blake away, there's nobody obvious among the other boys. Andrew, who's a few months
older than me, loves to fuck and would do it in a heartbeat. He makes lots of
spunk too, but his dick's not as big as mine. Right now, that just wouldn't do
it for me.
My
thoughts turn to Keith. I'm nervous again because I know it'll hurt, but there
really isn't anyone else. I take out my phone and call him. He answers on the
third ring.
"Hi Josh!" he says
brightly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I've
got an itch that really needs scratching."
"Hmmm!
I thought Blake usually sorted that out for you."
"He
does, but this week he's staying with his cousin."
"Well,
you're welcome to come over. Tell me, is Tom there?"
"Yeah,
he's playing video games."
"Any
chance you could bring him with you? It's Brad's day off, so we're both here."
"Let
me go and talk to him. I'll call you back, yeah?"
"Sure!"
Ending
the call, I make my way to the living room. Brad really likes Tom. When he
comes into the club changing room, Tom's one of the boys that he always looks
for. He's actually fucked him a few times.
We
haven't talked about it, but I'm pretty sure that Tom likes Brad too. As Brad's
cock is only slightly bigger than Blake's, Tom has no issue taking it. I find
him playing Grand Theft Auto.
"Hi
bruv!" I say. "I'm going over the see Keith this
afternoon. He asked if you could come with me. Brad's not working today, so
he'll be there too."
"Are
you going there because Blake's away?" he asks, smirking at me.
"Yeah!"
"Okay
then! I'm up for it! Brad's cool!"
After
confirming with Keith, I make us some lunch. As soon as we finish eating, I
check the bus app on my phone.
"There's
a bus due in ten minutes," I announce.
A
few minutes later, we head to the bus stop, Tom dressed in his football kit,
while I'm wearing a football top with cargo shorts, boxers and Nike trainers. Because
I have pockets and he doesn't, I take charge of the house keys, which I'd do
anyway, and take care of Tom's money.
Getting
off the bus, we make the short walk to Keith's place. As soon as we get there,
I call him.
"We're just walking
up the drive," I say when he answers. "We'll be a couple of minutes."
"Okay,
I'll leave the front door open for you. Lock it behind you and come through to
the living room."
We
follow the instructions to the letter. Around three minutes later, I usher Tom
into the living room, where Keith is sitting in his favourite
armchair, while Brad is on the sofa. On
the large screen TV, a slim, well-developed teenager is pounding the arse of a kid who'd I'd guess to be around Tom's age. As
soon as we appear, Keith turns off the TV.
"We
don't need that now we've got the real thing!" he says, grinning.
While
Tom joins Brad on the sofa, I go and stand in front of Keith.
"Mmmmm!" he purrs,
getting to his feet. "You're looking as delicious as always!"
Without
saying another word, we begin undressing each other. My football top is the
first to go, followed by Keith's polo shirt, my cargo shorts and Keith's jeans.
I'm not hard just yet; I guess I'm too nervous.
"Beautiful!"
Keith breathes, sitting back down. "I think it's time these came off," he adds,
hooking his fingers into the waistband of my red boxer shorts.
A
moment later, he skins them down my legs, allowing me to step out of them.
"Mmmmm!" he repeats,
fondling my semi-hard dick. "You are getting to be a big boy!"
He
reaches out, gently fondling my still-soft prick. Leaning forwards, he takes it
into his mouth and begins to suck, working his tongue all over it. Now that
does get me hard! At the same time, he runs his hands up the backs of my
thighs and onto my bum. Letting me go, he stands up.
"Come
on!" he urges. "You
know what to do!"
Grinning,
I return the favour, exposing his magnificent cock.
The last time I was here, we took a tape measure to it. It was 20cm long
(almost 8") and 18cm around. It's way bigger than any of the others I've taken.
Mine's 14cm long and 12cm around, but that's pretty good for a kid my age.
"Now
suck me," he says quietly.
Kneeling
on the floor, I take his hard cock into my mouth and begin to suck. I can only
get about halfway, but he seems happy enough.
"That's
wonderful!" he purrs, his fingers gently stroking my hair.
After
a couple of minutes, I start to struggle. I guess he can sense it.
"Okay,
that's enough for today," he says. "Now stand up and come over here," he
continues as I let his cock slide out from between my lips.
Leading
me to the dining area, he pulls out one of the chairs, and indicates for me to
sit facing the wrong way. He's had me do this
before, and there's a trick to it. After slipping my right leg between the
stainless-steel uprights that support the back of the chair, I sit down, leaving
my left leg on the outside. It seems to work!
Keith
sits down behind me, his legs outside mine, his arms wrapped around me, his
hard cock pressing against my back. We sit there for some time, Keith gently
running his big hands all over my chest and stomach, his fingers tweaking my
nipples and playing with my cock. Finally, he leans forwards.
"As
far as I'm concerned," he whispers, nuzzling my ear, "you've got the most
fuckable arse out there!"
He
stands up again and returns to his armchair. As I stand in front of him, he
takes a small electric razor from the side table and skilfully
removes the little pubic hairs that have started to appear above my dick.
Replacing the cap on the razor, he hands it to me.
"Put
this in your shorts and hide it when you get home. Use it to keep yourself nice
and smooth, like Blake does."
I quickly do as he says.
"Okay,
now sit on my lap!" Keith urges.
I
sit down diagonally across him, his left arm around my shoulder.
"I
hear you've been practising our religion!" he says,
grinning.
"What?"
I respond, turning so I can look at him.
"Sticking
your cock into younger boys' bums!" he explains.
"Oh,
that! Yeah, well once I could cum, I just had to! Whenever I'm with the younger
kids, that's what I end up doing. I love it! But sometimes, I need . . . you
know!"
"Yes,
I understand," he says gently. "Now tell me about this cousin that Blake's gone
to stay with?"
"His
name's Leonard, he's
a few months younger than me, dark hair, not bad-looking, actually. They were
busy with family stuff most of the time he was here, so we only saw them a few
times."
"And
is he into this?"
"Oh,
yeah! One evening, we met at Blake's place because all the grown-ups had gone
out. You should have seen them, man! Blake and Leonard were down on the floor.
Leonard was lying on his side with Blake spooned up behind him, his one leg
cocked over Blake's. Blake was giving him a real pounding! It was amazing! We
could see everything!"
"And
how did Leonard react?"
"Oh,
he loved it! He was rock-hard all the time Blake was fucking him!"
"Sounds
wonderful! Did you fuck him?"
"Not
that night, but I did one of the other times we met."
"And?"
"I
had him on all fours. He wasn't the tightest because he'd been getting Blake's
two or three times a day, but it was still pretty exciting. He even squirted a
few drops."
"Sounds
very nice! So how many boys have you fucked?"
"Including
Leonard, I think it's
eight."
"Wow!
You have been a busy boy! So who were the others?"
"Tom
and Liam, obviously; Caleb, Jacob, Sebastian, Dima, and this new kid that I met
at the skate park last week. I can't even remember his name."
"Why
is it obvious that you'd have been with Liam?"
"Because
Aidan's in my class and Liam's in Tom's, so we have `swap' sessions. I
love it! Aidan's cock isn't as big as mine, so Liam's always really tight when
I fuck him!"
"Yeah,
I guess that makes sense!"
"I
remember seeing you fucking Dima in the changing room," Brad comments. "You had
him with his back to the wall, with you holding his thighs up so you could fuck
him from underneath."
"Yeah!
He was well into it! He was kissing me all the time I was up him!"
"I
take it you do it properly," Keith says, "and shoot your spunk into them?"
"All
except Sebastian. He asked me not to, so when I was ready to cum, I pulled out
and spurted on his back."
"You
didn't mention Lincoln," Brad queries. "I
thought he was a friend of yours?"
"He
is, but he keeps putting it off. He thinks I'm too big and I'll hurt him. He's
taken Jacob's cock, but I don't think that counts, because Jacob's quite small,
and he can't cum."
"Quite
right!" Keith confirms. "You haven't lost your cherry until you've had a guy
shoot his spunk into you."
"It's
okay though," I say, smiling. "I'm sure Lincoln will let me do it once we get
back to school."
"Possibly
with the assistance of Mr Steinmetz," Brad suggests.
"Maybe!"
I agree, grinning.
Mr
Steinmetz teaches creative arts. It seems that he and Brad know each other. You
could say they have very similar interests!
"If
you go into the spare bedroom," Keith says quietly. "You'll find some clothes
on the bed that I'd like you to put on. Will you do that for me please?"
Getting
off his lap, I give him a big smile and head out of the living room. On the
sofa, Brad and Tom are naked too, Tom with his mouth around the swimming
instructor's cock, and the guy's finger up his arse.
`Are they going to watch me get fucked?' I wonder. I guess they probably are.
Keith
asked me to do this once before. He'd got me a red mini-dress and long pink
socks that came up past my knees. No panties though. I soon found out why he
wanted me to wear them. When I went back to the living room, he bent me over a
chair, lifted up the skirt and gave me the most amazing fuck!
I
wonder what it's going to be this time. The same again, maybe? Strolling into
the spare room, I can see it definitely isn't. There is something on the bed,
but it's black, and it's not a dress. I pick it up. It's a pair of fishnet
stockings.
Yeah,
it's a bit weird, but if that's what he wants, I'm not going to argue. I pull
them on. I don't know how he knew the size, but they come right to the tops of
my thighs, and are tight enough to stay up on their own. I check myself in the
mirror. I have to admit, they do make me look sexy!
I
head back across the entrance hall with no more than a hint of a semi. We're
coming towards the scary part, and I'm getting nervous again. I reach the
entrance to the living room. Stopping where Keith can see me, I rest one arm
against the wall and cheekily run my tongue over my upper front teeth.
"Come
here, sexy boy!" he orders,
grinning.
Smiling
back, I stroll across to him. Getting to his feet, he leads me onto the tiled
floor of the dining area, where one of the chairs is standing on its own.
"Bend
over there," he tells me.
I
do as he asks. Almost before I know it, he's kneeling behind me, licking me
out. Fuck! If I wasn't so nervous, I'd have a hard-on to end all hard-ons!
After
a couple of minutes, he pulls away. Standing up, he starts working some lube
into my arse, beginning with one finger, then adding
a second. Finally, both fingers slide slowly out. I think I know what's going
to happen next, only it doesn't.
Instead,
he gives me a sharp smack across the bum, quickly followed by a second one.
They sting like hell! But before I have chance to recover, his big cock is
spearing into me. Holy shit! I hadn't expected that!
As
I try to process what just happened. Keith stays exactly where he is, the head
of his cock firmly lodged inside me.
"Good
boy!" he whispers. "Just relax! You're going to love this!"
For
maybe twenty seconds, he keeps perfectly still, the stinging sensations and the
pain of having my bum-hole stretched slowly ebbing away.
"Okay!"
he says finally. "It's time to give you the rest of it."
Holding
me around the tops of my thighs, he begins to push, his cock advancing deeper
and deeper into my bum until I've taken the whole thing. After a short pause,
he starts to fuck me with long, powerful thrusts. It's the most amazing feeling
possible. Within a few seconds, my dick is as hard as it gets.
"This
is what you came here for, isn't it Josh?" Keith demands, his voice quiet and
raspy.
"Oh,
yeah!" I gasp. "Fuck me, Keith! Fuck me hard! This is the best ever!"
He
keeps right at it, pounding me remorselessly. The sensations are unreal! It's like
he's got me teetering on the edge without actually pushing me over.
Unexpectedly, his right hand slides off my thigh. As his fingers wrap
themselves around my throbbing prick, he starts to wank me off.
It
only takes a few strokes. I buck like a wild animal, my whole body wracked by
crazy spasms. My dick jerks into action, my spunk spurting all over the tiled
floor, some of it landing several feet in front of me.
"Oh
yes!" Keith growls. "You really needed this! Now take my cum, you naughty boy!
Take it all!"
Moments
later, I feel his warm, sticky man-cream flooding into my arse.
Wow! He was right! This definitely was what I came for!
After
a few long seconds, he gently pulls out.
"Josh!"
Tom calls excitedly. "That was awesome! Your spunk shot all over the place!"
"I'll
clean that up later," Keith says, nodding towards where my spunk splattered
over the floor.
"That
was weird, man!" I say quietly, grinning up at him. "After you'd spanked me,
your cock went in much easier than it usually does."
"Yeah!"
he agrees, smiling back. "That's why I did it."
"Our
turn now!" Brad announces, licking Tom's ear. "Come on! Let's take it to the
bedroom!"
Having
helped Tom up off the sofa, he ushers him out of the living room.
"Do
you want to watch?" Keith asks, smiling.
"Sure!"
I respond, grinning back.
We
follow Brad and Tom towards the spare bedroom. Keith's spunk is already
starting to leak out of my boy-hole and trickle down my legs. I really ought to
use the toilet first, but I don't want to miss anything. Sure, I'll make a mess
on the stockings, but Keith doesn't seem to mind, so that's cool, I guess.
When
we get there, Tom's lying face-down on the bed, his legs apart. He's stretched
out completely flat, not even a pillow under him. I wince slightly. Brad's
fucked me like this a couple of times. It was okay, but it's not the most
comfortable way of taking it.
Standing
on the floor behind, Brad smears some lube over his six and a bit inches. Then
he gets down on top, guiding it onto my brother's bum-hole, and stuffs it in.
"Ooooff!" Tom gasps.
"I'm
going to take my weight off you now," Brad says quietly. "As I do, I want you
to push your arse up so you keep my cock inside you."
Placing
his hands below Tom's armpits, Brad slowly pushes right up until his elbows are
locked out. As instructed, Tom stays right with him, his feet flicking up off
the bed to keep him balanced.
I'm
impressed. With his knees resting on the bottom of the mattress and his toes on
the floor, Brad's whole body from his shoulders down to his heels is in an
almost perfect straight line. He must be very strong to hold that
position!
Pumping
his hips, Brad begins to fuck. Beneath him, Tom's moaning and whimpering, but
he's keeping his bum in the air, and his willy's rock hard, so he's obviously
enjoying it.
"Oh
yes!" Brad growls. "You love having my cock up your tight little arse!"
I'm
completely transfixed, my eyes glued to the action, my stiff penis throbbing
with my heartbeat. Standing next to me, Keith gently strokes my bum. Quickly
grinning up at him, I immediately return my attention to what's happening on
the bed. When I'm not doing it myself, I love watching one of the cute younger
boys getting fucked, and it doesn't get any hotter than this!
On
it goes, Brad pounding my little brother harder and harder. Suddenly, Tom
begins to gasp, his breathing becoming harsh and irregular. A moment later, he
shudders from head to toe, his fingers clawing at the mattress. Fuck! Without
anyone even touching his prick, he's had a dry cum! That's amazing!
"Ohhhh!" Brad rasps.
"You are so sexy! Here it comes! I'm going to fill your boy-hole!"
He
makes a series of short, hard downward thrusts, pumping his hot cream into
Tom's arse. A few seconds later, he carefully
withdraws. Tom's hole is gaping
open, with Brad's spunk beginning to seep out. Helping
him off the bed, I gently guide him to the bathroom.
"Are
you having a shower?" I ask, parking him on the toilet.
"Can't
we have one when we get home?" he counters, giving me a knowing grin. "You
know, together?"
"I
guess we can if you want," I respond, grinning back. Fuck! If he's up for it,
I'm not going to say `No'!
As
soon as Tom's finished, I peel off the stockings and take his place. Having
expelled Keith's spunk, I head to the living room to collect our clothes.
Returning to the bathroom, I separate Tom's stuff from mine. That's when I
notice.
"Why
weren't you wearing underpants?" I demand. "You knew what we'd be doing."
"Sorry,
I forgot."
That
means he'll have to go home wearing only his skimpy football shorts. Without
underpants on, he could easily stain them. Fortunately, they're navy blue, so I
guess it shouldn't be that obvious.
"Put
your shorts into the wash as soon as you get home," I tell him. "And don't
forget!"
As
soon as we're washed and dressed, we make our way back to the living room. To
my surprise, Keith and Brad seem quite happy for us to stay around for a while,
serving us ice cream and some really yummy brownies, and chatting about all
sorts of stuff.
"Tell
us about the new boy that you met at the skatepark," Brad says.
"I
was there with Blake," I explain. "He came and started chatting to us. Like I
said, I can't remember what he said his name was. Anyway, we could tell from
the way he was looking at us that he was up for it, so we took him back to my
place."
"How
old?"
"He
said he was eleven."
"And
what happened?"
"We
all got naked. He's got a great body! Anyway, after we'd messed around for a
bit, I got him on his back with his legs up and stuck my cock up him," I
explain. "Then Blake got behind me, and we had a chain-fuck. It was awesome!
The kid had a dry-cum, so I filled his arse, and
Blake spurted in mine!"
"Sounds
wonderful!" Brad agrees.
"Yeah! Blake and
I have done that with a few of the younger kids. We love it!"
"I can imagine!
So where was Tom while this was going on?"
"Oh, he'd gone to
Caleb's place with a couple of his mates."
After
another few minutes, I check the bus app on my phone. It's not that I'm in a
rush to leave, but if Tom and I are going to shower together when we get home,
we can't stay too long.
"There'll
be a bus soon," I say grinning at Tom. "We'll get to the stop in time if we go
now."
"Are
you leaving us?" Keith asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry!"
I say, smiling. "We've
got chores to do when we get back."
Fifteen
minutes later, Tom and I are on the bus that takes us towards home. We grin at
each other. We both know what we're going to do when we get there.
Back
at the house, we head straight to our shared bathroom. We strip off our
clothes, Tom making a big show of throwing his shorts into the wash. As we step
into the shower, I'm about to turn it on, but Tom stops me.
"We
can do that afterwards," he says, grinning. "Now will you fuck me like you did
with Dima?"
I
might have guessed that'd be what he wanted. He'll be heavier than Dima was,
but not by much. I know I can do it.
"Sure!" I say casually.
"If that's what you want."
With
his back to the shower wall, I lift him up, my hands under his thighs, until
his face is level with mine. As I slowly lower him, he reaches behind, takes
hold of my cock and guides himself onto it. Over the next few seconds, he
steadily works his way down until it's deep inside him.
"Come
on, Josh!" he urges. "Fuck
me hard! I want your spunk up my bum!"
I start pumping my hips, my cock pistoning in and out. It feels amazing! More important than that, it's what he asked for. I'm not going to disappoint him!