Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2009 12:17:24 -0800 (PST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Tom Brown's Schoolboy - Part 2 of 3

Tom Brown's Schoolboy Part 2 of 3
by
Alexander

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between two boys, and a man &
boy. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you
find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945

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Part 2 of 3

Chapter Eight.

Billy was at school early again the following morning, this time going
straight to the gym before any other kids saw him. He tried the office
door, which, as he half expected, was locked: if it'd been open, somehow he
knew that Mr Brown wouldn't have minded if he'd waited in there for him.

Going into the changing room, he lay on the wooden bench, folded his arms
over his eyes and waited.

Fifteen minutes later, he heard the key turn in the lock. Getting to his
feet he went and knocked on the door. After only a slight pause, he heard
Mr. Brown invite him in. He was stood at his desk, pouring himself a cup of
tea from his flask, still with his outdoor coat on.

"Hello, young man. You're bright and early today," he smiled.

"Sorry," Billy replied, "I'll come back later if you like." For an instant
he thought he'd blown it by being too anxious and getting here so early.

"No, that's alright. Come and take a pew." Mr Brown pulled up a spare chair
and waited for Billy to sit down.

"No problems at home about, you-know-what?" he was asked.

"No, nothing," he smiled.

"Good. Want a drink?"

Billy hadn't a clue what he was being offered, but took it anyway. It was
tea, hot and sweet.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while and finished their drink.

"You going to take your shower now?" Mr Brown asked.

"Yeah, if I can."

"Sure. Would you mind if I got changed while you're in the shower?" Mr
Brown asked.

"No, 'course not. I'd like ...... I mean, I don't mind," Billy stammered
out, blushing at what he'd almost said. Why did this man make him feel so
strange, and make him blush so easily?  "Good," he replied as he went in
search of Billy's school things.

They half-watched each other as they stripped. Billy wasn't sure what Mr
Brown meant exactly by 'getting changed', he assumed he meant putting his
school PE stuff on and wondered how much he took off first.

Billy stripped, leaving his undies until last, hiding his erection for as
long as possible. Mr Brown stripped down to his pants as well and watched
as Billy removed the last item of his clothing. His dick sprung upwards and
outwards, once again sticking out at Mr Brown. He grinned and stood still.

"The soap and stuff is over there," Mr Brown said, pointing to a shelf on
the far wall. He made no effort to go and get it for him, preferring to sit
on the desk and watch the boy go and get it.

Billy didn't mind in the slightest. He walked over to the shelf, picked up
the things and walked back, his cock and balls bouncing provocatively in
front of him.

A bulge began to rise in Mr Brown's boxers.

Once the water temperature was adjusted, Billy turned round to face the
room, and Mr Brown. He saw the rising tent and almost jumped for joy as he
realised he was going to be OK with him.

Starting at his feet, he soaped his body up as far as his groin and washed
himself, only stopping himself with great difficulty from actually rubbing
his now painfully erect cock.

Hr rinsed the soap off his legs and started to wash his waist and groin
area, watching his teacher out of the corner of his eye. Not only was there
was a definite pole sticking up now, but also a spreading wet patch as
well.

"I thought you were going to get changed," Billy said mischievously, with a
glint in his eye. "I don't mind."

Tom Brown swallowed and stared at Billy. Who was seducing whom? Did he
dare? He'd fancied a lot of the boys he'd taught, and even felt the cocks,
'accidentally', of a few of them, but he'd never actually acted on his
urges other than ogling them as they changed. But now .....? Billy was
definitely giving him the come-on, of that he was certain.

Slowly and deliberately he walked over to the door, locked it and turned
the lights off, leaving the high windows to provide the only light.

"Just in case anyone comes," he said. If Billy picked that one up, he knew
he was right.

"Good," said Billy. "I feel safer now."

That was it. He was locked in to the situation. Tacit approval had been
given for him to make the next move, if he wanted. Did he want? Yes,
definitely. Did he dare? He thought about it for the two seconds it took
for him to walk from his desk to the shower. Yes. He dared.

"Want me to wash your hair for you?" he asked, his voice now a sensual
growl.

"Mmmmmm. Yes please." Billy said, moving over in the shower to make room
for him. It was happening! He was actually going to have a shower, naked,
with a man! Not only a man, but a teacher as well! The thought or even
possibility hadn't even crossed his mind until Mr Brown had asked him if he
minded him getting changed whilst he had a shower, and from then on things
just seemed to go on. He hadn't a clue as to how it had happened, but he
couldn't give a toss, that wasn't important in the slightest. This was the
best and most important thing: he was getting into the tiny shower with
him!

Tom Brown dropped his boxers to the floor and stepped into the shower,
squeezing in between the boy and the wall. Even now, with his solid
erection only inches from the boys' waist, he was reluctant to cross that
final, ultimate line and touch him. He knew he wanted the boy, knew that
the boy wanted him; but he was the adult, the one supposed to be in charge,
the teacher. If he touched him, all the thoughts and feelings he'd fought
to overcome over the years would count for nothing. He'd been close before,
very close at times, but had always managed to resist the
temptation. There'd been those looks from boys which he recognised
instantly, that slightly too-long eye contact, that slightly too long delay
in hiding a burgeoning erection, even a longer than proper hand on waist or
leg. He'd managed to overcome those temptations with no little
difficulty. But this was different. Billy had made no effort to hide his
intentions, no effort to avoid being naked with him, no effort to cover his
erections. He was deliberately showing himself off even. Tom stared at the
shampoo bottle, unseeing.

Billy, waiting for his hair to be shampooed, turned round to see what the
delay was. His dick stood out in front of him, parallel to Mr Brown's and a
couple of inches lower. He stared at it, entranced.

It was about two inches longer than his, and a bit thicker; he had that
fold of loose skin at the end and mass of curly brown hair at the other. He
thought it was beautiful and irresistible, and reached over to touch it. He
stopped, just a little bit afraid. Should he be the first to touch? He
wasn't sure.

With Kim it'd been easy, they were both boys and the same age more or less,
but this was a man and therefore in charge. Or was he? He wasn't moving,
making no attempt to wash his hair or even touch him. Billy understood the
feelings he must be having and decided to make the first move.

Stepping forward a few inches he lifted his swollen cock up in the palm of
his hand and touched the hyper-sensitive end of it to Mr Brown's. He looked
up at his face and smiled gently. Half a pace more and the two dicks were
side-by-side, Billy's hand closed around them.

Tom Brown sighed, gave up all pretence of thinking that he would be able to
resist temptation and extricate himself from the situation. He pulled the
boy to him, their cocks now squeezed between their bodies.

For some minutes they hugged each other, rocking to and fro under the hot
water, two hard pricks being at the centre of their wet little universe.

Billy had never been hugged very much, not by his mother, and certainly not
by his father, not by anyone. He'd always been slightly envious of the boys
who were given a hug at the school gates in the morning, wondering why his
mother didn't do it to him even when she used to walk him to junior
school. Now he was in the arms of a man he realised how much he missed it
without knowing: the feeling was one of warmth, safety, comfort and above
all contentment. He liked it and clung on tightly, resting his head on the
teacher's chest.

Tom felt Billy relax into his arms and clasped his hand together in the
small of his back, resting them on top of his perfect butt.

After a couple of minutes enjoying the closeness and comfort together, Tom
tilted Billy's head up and looked at him.


"You alright, Billy?"

Billy nodded and stared back at his teacher with wide, doe-like eyes. He
was more than alright; he was blissfully fulfilled.

Tom slid a hand between them and felt for Billy's dick, and having found
it, folded his fingers round it. It'd been a long time since he'd held a
boy's erection, a very long time, and he spent a couple of minutes enjoying
the novelty and sensuousness of it. His own cock twitched in sympathy,
reminding Billy that it was there. Slowly Billy took it and gripped it
tightly, causing Tom to jump.

"Not so tight!" Tom said quietly.

"Sorry, Sir!" Billy replied letting the pressure off a bit.

"I think under the circumstances, you can call me Tom when we're alone,"
the teacher said.

"OK, Sir, ... Tom." For some reason Billy didn't feel all that comfortable
with this, he'd never even know the first name of most of his teachers, let
alone be allowed to call them by it.

Tom found the hot water spray distracting and turned the shower off before
beginning to masturbate Billy slowly, making sure his finger and thumb
stimulated his cockhead each time he touched it. Billy moaned with delight
and worked his own hand along Tom's enormous (to him) dick, watching as the
foreskin slipped back and forth over the end of his dick.

"Do you want to come?" Tom asked, whispering in Billy's ear.

"Yeah, oh yeah!" Billy managed to stammer out as his body quivered with the
astonishing sensations arising from his dick.

Tom turned Billy round so his back was to him, lay his cock up Billy's back
and started to wank him seriously.

Billy was a bit sad to have to let go of his teacher's hard cock, but soon
forgot about it as the man got to work. Tom hadn't forgotten how to give a
boy a good time. He'd started messing about with boys long before he went
to university, when he was at school himself in fact, and had known a good
many in his time. Most he'd been with just once or twice, but there were a
few he'd got to know very well and had had some fantastic times with
them. Once he'd entered college though, he had made a conscious effort to
put this sort of thing behind him and to all intents and purposes had
become 'normal', if there was such a thing. He'd lapsed once or twice,
usually in the local public conveniences with a complete stranger when he
couldn't handle the tension, but it was nothing more than a quick relief
and wasn't in the slightest bit satisfying. Once he'd started teaching,
he'd managed to satisfy his urges by watching his boys changing and
showering, and jerking off three or four times a day picturing a
particularly attractive boy as he did so - and there had been a good many
of them.

Billy, though, was the first one he'd touched in a deliberately sexual way
and was still trying to come to terms with it. But not now, he'd think
about it later. Just now he was looking over the boy's shoulder as he
wanked him off, admiring his perfect, opalescent-looking adolescent cock
and hairless balls dancing in front of him. He was an angel; a scruffy one
for sure, but nevertheless a scruffy little cherub sent from heaven. To
hell with his good intentions.

Billy was thinking heavenly thoughts too, although he wouldn't have put it
in quite those terms. Over the past days he'd had some good wanks and
enjoyed them all, but this was by far the best. It was the first time he'd
been completely naked with anyone, and really liked the contact of skin
against skin as he was being played with. Not only that, but he could feel
an immense man-cock rubbing up and down his back as he moved. He was glad
he couldn't see his teacher's face just now, that would spoil it somehow:
For the present he was totally immersed in the sexual attention he was
being given by him.

Billy felt the tingles starting in his belly and working their way up to
his balls and cock: he knew what was about to happen and held his breath in
anticipation. His cock stiffened up and begin to throb: he folded his arms
back around the man's waist, grasped his wrists and pulled himself as tight
as he could into his body. Once, twice, ...... four times he exploded, the
globs of cum shooting across and landing on the white-tiled wall. Even when
he'd shot his last, energy-sapping wad of cum, his dick remained hard, as
if waiting for just one more spasm. He breathed deeply, letting his body
sag into Tom's arms.

He wanted to kiss the man, hug him tightly, meld his body into his and stay
like this for ever. But he couldn't. Instead he turned round to look at
Tom's face, his smile and eyes saying everything he couldn't. Billy kissed
the man on his chest and squeezed him, still hanging on, sure he would
collapse on the floor if he didn't.

Tom hadn't cum, but he didn't mind. The boy was delirious with delight he
sensed as he was being hugged and kissed on his navel. He was certainly one
very hot little boy, Tom thought, and a more than willing one at that.

Regretfully, they eventually had to separate: time was moving on. Stepping
out of the shower, they dried themselves and got dressed, Tom in his PE
teachers sweats and T-shirt, Billy in his school clothes.

Tom sat at his desk waiting for Billy to finish dressing, his mind still in
the shower, unable to even think about work let alone do any. He felt the
boy's hands on his shoulder and turned to face him.

Billy was beaming at him.

"See you after school, Sir. Tom," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Yes. OK then. Have a good day," Tom replied, not quite believing what had
just taken place in his shower.

"Great. By the way, you didn't wash my hair yet!" Billy giggled as he
unlocked the door and scampered out.

Unlike Billy, Tom didn't have a very good day - he couldn't concentrate on
anything at all. He bitterly regretted letting things get out of hand this
morning, and was seriously worried that Billy would tell someone,
deliberately or otherwise. That would mean the end of his job, the wrecking
of his career and social disgrace at the very least. At worst,
............... he didn't even want to think about those possibilities. By
mid-afternoon, when he'd heard nothing from anyone, he decided that so far
Billy hadn't said anything and relaxed a little. The testing time would
come after school ended for the day, when one of three things would happen
he decided: Billy wouldn't turn up at all, Billy would turn up with the
headmaster in tow, or Billy would turn up and act as if nothing at all had
happened. Of the three, he preferred the last. At least then he would know
that the boy was going to keep quiet about it, even if he never did it
again.

The tap came on his office door about ten minutes after school had
closed. He shouted a 'Come in,' and turned round, a sudden pain gripping
him in the pit of his stomach. It was Billy, and only Billy.

He came in and closed the door behind him.

"All right, sir?" Billy asked, smiling and dropping his school bag to the
floor.

"Mmmmmm? Oh, yes, thank you." Tom said, allowing himself to breath now, the
pain in his stomach easing slightly.

"Great. Is it all right if I get changed now?"

"Yeah, sure. Your things are where you left them." He was going to add
'this morning', but decided this morning was best unmentioned.

Billy stripped, completely, before asking his teacher if he should lock the
door. Tom faced the tantalisingly naked Billy, wishing he hadn't asked that
particular question. He knew what it meant, and was unsettled by
it. Firstly it meant that Billy wasn't at all disturbed by the morning's
events, and secondly that he was looking for more of the same.

There was no way could they do anything now, even if they wanted, Tom
realised gladly. There were still too many people around: cleaners getting
started on their work, teachers clearing up and the odd boy or two. Much
too risky.

But still Billy stood there, pants in one hand, an erection in front of him
and an expectant look on his face.

Tom knew he was beaten, and knew he'd been seduced by this perfect-looking
boy.

"Put those on, and come in here," Tom said quietly as he stood up and
walked into the store room.

Sadly, and a little curiously, Billy did what he was told. He'd been
looking forward to some more sexy fun all day, but now he sensed he wasn't
going to get any. From the sound of Tom's voice, he wasn't even sure now if
they would ever do it again. Pulling his pants on over his now flaccid
penis, he followed 'his man' into the darkened room.

Tom decided not to turn the lights on; it would be easier somehow if he
said what he had to say in the gloom. Pulling up a chair, he sat down and
waited for Billy to come in. The boy stood directly in front of him, closer
than any other boy would, especially ones clad in only their
underpants. Tom took a deep breath, tried to ignore the sight , and
started.

"Tom, What happened this morning, ........"

He got no further. Billy knew as soon as he started to speak, what was
coming. He'd heard that tone of voice so many times before: from his
mother, from his father, from his teachers and from many others. It meant
bad news, disappointment and sadness. But this time, he suddenly decided,
this time for the first time in his life, he was determined to fight
back. And fight back with the only weapon he had - himself.

He took a step closer to Tom, put his hands on his shoulders and looked him
straight in the eye, challenging him to carry on and finish what he was
going to say.

Tom stopped, confused by the boy's reaction. He stared into his eyes and
abruptly realised that what the boy was offering, and needed more than
anything else, was his friendship and attention.

The sex was only a part of it, admittedly the driving part, but still only
a part. The lad's background flashed through his mind: no father, an
uncaring mother and no family to speak of. He was lonely, probably afraid,
and needed loving. He was overcome with emotion, feeling desperately sorry
for the boy and at the same time completely helpless. He pulled Billy to
him and held him gently.

Billy suddenly felt very tired and drained of all energy, as if some great
weight had been lifted off his shoulders, a weight he didn't even know he
carried. Much to his surprise he felt tears running down his cheeks: hot,
uncontrollable tears. He locked his arms round the man's neck, gripped him
tightly and let his sobs run free: he hadn't cried for ages, he couldn't
even remember when or why. Billy didn't know why he was crying now, all he
felt was a sense of release from some sort of tremendous pressure and the
fact that he could cry if he wanted without embarrassment. He let himself
be seated on Tom's knee and tried to stop crying.

Tom cuddled the boy, holding his head on his shoulder and waiting for the
sobs to subside. He was aware that his door was closed, but not locked, and
would have difficulty in explaining why he had an almost naked boy in tears
on his lap. Just for the moment though he didn't care - he had a more
pressing problem on his lap. Patiently he waited until Billy pulled himself
together.

Eventually Billy sat up, rubbed his eyes with his fists and stared at Mr
Brown, still not comprehending why he'd let himself down so badly, crying
like a stupid baby.

"Come on, Billy, get dressed and then we'll talk."

The two walked back into the office, Billy leaning on Tom for support. He
helped Billy dress himself before sitting on his desk chair and putting him
back on his lap. At least if anyone came in the room now, he would have
less to explain.

They both knew that they had to talk, but neither knew where to start or
what to say. Billy twirled a lock of Tom's hair between his fingers as he
thought. He'd always liked this man and thought at last he'd found a
grown-up who wasn't pissed off with him all the time and actually cared how
he looked and how clean he was, and everything else. But now he was going
to push him away, just like all the others had and he didn't know why. The
only thing was the sexy stuff they'd done this morning, but then the door
was locked, the lights were out and it didn't matter that much anyway.

So why? Slowly he realised that what they'd done could get the man sacked
from his job, and worse. Billy hadn't been fair to Tom, he hadn't
understood all what he'd done, but now he did.

"Are you going to send me away?" Billy asked, becoming tearful again.

"No, not if you don't want." Tom replied, grateful the conversation had
started.

"Thanks. And can I still come here and change my clothes?"

"Yes, of course." Tom hugged the boy in confirmation.

There was one last thing to clear up. Billy shuffled a bit on the man's lap
and steeled himself to ask the last question.

"And can we, well you know, do what we did this morning, just sometimes?"

Tom had given this a little thought overt the past few minutes and decided
that if the boy wanted to mess about a bit, then he couldn't, wouldn't, say
no. There had to be some ground rules though.

"Yes, we can if you really want to, but we shouldn't ever do it in school,
and no one must ever find out. It'd get us both in very serious trouble."

Billy smiled and felt a lot happier. He even kissed Tom on the cheek and
hugged him, grinning.

"Thanks!" he whispered.

Tom felt his dick hardening, despite what he'd just said. He too was happy
now that they'd sorted things out between themselves. Billy felt the
hardening cock next to his thigh, and allowed his own to grow. He slipped
his hand down and felt Tom's erection between his fingers.

"If we can't do it here, where can we do it?" he whispered, urgently,
grasping his own cock through his trousers as if seeking inspiration.

He hadn't thought as far as that yet. God forbid, half an hour ago Tom was
praying that he'd never see Billy again.

"Where do you live?" Tom asked. He knew the address, but couldn't place it.

"On the estate, in that big block of flats."

Tom knew it immediately of course, and felt even sorrier for the lad,
knowing the reputation it had.

He lived on the main road, less than half a mile, and a world, away.

"I live on the main road, not far from you." Tom explained, not at all sure
that he should have said even that much.

Billy looked at Tom, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

"What time have you got to be home?" Tom asked, hating himself for even
thinking what he was.

"Soon, but I'm coming out again afterwards," he said, now stroking the back
of Tom's neck.

Tom debated with himself, knowing precisely what he was going to say and do
next, but nevertheless pretending he had a choice.

"OK, I live at number 47. Ring the doorbell as soon as you get there." Then
he added, stupidly, on reflection, "Try not to let anyone see you."

Billy, now serious, said he would do his best.

The two new friends stood up, preparing to go their separate ways for the
time being. Billy picked up his school bag, made to leave the office and
changed his mind at the last second. Running to Mr.

Brown, he hugged him tightly and left, with a cheery, "See ya later!"

Tom wished he felt as cheerful. He knew he was taking a phenomenal risk,
but seeing Billy's happy face as he left made it more than worthwhile Billy
raced home, his feet hardly seeming to touch the ground, grinning insanely
to himself. He'd forgotten all about Kim, the toilets and even the other
man. There was only one thing on his mind now and it made him delirious
with delight. As he climbed the stairs to his flat, he saw Kim waiting for
him on the balcony.

"Fuck you, fuck my mother and father, fuck the world!" he thought to
himself. "None of you have got what I've got." Then he slowed down as he
remembered his promise to keep it a secret - a big secret. He'd have to
talk to his mother and Kim just as if everything was normal - he wasn't
sure if he could do it, but he'd have a damn good try. He'd just have to do
it.

"Where you been?" Kim asked, "I thought we might go to the house."

"Sorry I'm late. I got detention," he said, raising a grim
smile. Thankfully Kim didn't ask what for, he was more interested in other
things as his trousers showed. "Sorry, but I don't feel like going out
tonight," he added, "I've got some homework to do."

Kim didn't believe him for a second, Billy never did homework. Feeling
somehow slighted, he turned, gave Billy a glare and went indoors.

'I'll have to watch that one,' Billy thought to himself, 'He mustn't find
out. I 'spose we'll have to do things sometimes.' He stored it in his
memory and went indoors to get his tea.

Chapter Nine.

An hour later found Billy walking quickly towards Mr Brown's house. 'Number
47, number 47', he kept repeating to himself over and over again, burning
it in his mind. He recognised the house as soon as he saw it, he'd passed
it dozens of times on his way to town. It was the left-hand house of a
semi-detached pair, no different to any others in the road until now. The
numerals '4' and '7' on the door stood out like beacons, now forever
marking the house as special.

He waited until a man and woman had walked past the house and disappeared
round the corner before running down the garden path and pressing the
doorbell.

It was answered a minute or two later by Tom, dressed casually in sweat
pants and shirt.

"Come in, come in," Tom smiled. Up until the sound of the bell, Tom had
more than half-hoped that Billy's nerve would crack and he wouldn't turn
up. They would go to school tomorrow and behave as if nothing has ever
happened. But as soon as he heard the door, he was surprisingly happy,
pleased that 'his boy' had had the courage and motivation to do as he'd
said.

Billy walked, slightly nervously, into his teacher's house, in one glance
his eyes taking in the obvious luxury in which he lived. He was impressed;
the flat he lived in was about the same size as the ground floor of this
house, and there was another floor upstairs! All this space for one person!
It was clean and tidy as well, infinitely cleaner than his own place, and
smelled of air freshener and good cooking. He was shown into the living
room and stood, waiting to be told where to sit, acutely aware of his
unkempt appearance.


Tom sat on the enormous sofa in front of the tv and lay his arm across the
back of it, inviting Billy to join him. Billy took a step or two towards
him and stood, staring down at his grubby jeans, he didn't want to mark his
nice furniture with whatever had stained them. Tom saw the glance and said
not to worry, it was alright. He sat down in the centre of the sofa and
looked round the room at the shelves of books, video films, CD's and hifi
stuff. There was a desk, stacked high with school things, books to be
marked, timetables and all the other stuff teachers needed. He chose not to
look too closely at it. He folded his hands in his lap and wondered what
would happen next; he was excited and tried not to let it show too
much. Excited at being in such a lovely home, excited at being alone with
Tom, and excited at what he hoped they would be doing later.

"You feeling better than you did at school?" Tom asked, "Things a bit
better for you?"

"Yeah. - Errr, Yes. It's nice here isn't it?" Even his speech improved in
these surroundings.

"Not bad. Would you like to watch a video?"

It was Tom's honest intention to invite Billy to his home, and if he turned
up explain that they could stay friends, but they must not do anything like
they'd done again. Being friendly with a pupil, especially a young boy
pupil, was bad enough, but doing anything sexual was simply not an option.

He'd asked Billy if he wanted to watch a video to slow things down a bit
and give him time to think how to tell him.

Billy didn't want to watch a video particularly, he wanted to, well, not to
put too fine a point on it, get on with it, but appreciated the offer and
said yes. Tom selected one more or less at random and put it on to play,
the volume turned well down so they could talk.

He returned to his seat, put an arm on Billy's should and pulled him
towards him. They sat in the corner of the sofa, Billy resting comfortably,
in Tom's arm.

"What time have you got to be home?" Tom asked glancing at the clock.

"Don't - err - doesn't, matter," he said truthfully. "She probably won't
even know I'm out. As long as I'm home for breakfast!" he giggled.

Tom sighed: he was almost certainly telling the truth unfortunately.

"Good. You comfortable?"

"Mmmmmm, This's nice," Billy sighed, nestling in closer to 'his man' as he
was already beginning to think of him.

Billy stared at Tom's groin, looking for any signs of life to match the one
growing in his jeans. There wasn't. 'How could anyone be so close and not
get a hard on?' he mused. He always did and assumed everyone else did
too. Billy moved his hand down, adjusted his boner so it was less painful
and wriggled himself closer.

Tom saw the movement, recognised the cause and felt his resolve
weakening. Things were going to be difficult. Against his wishes, his dick
started to get bigger as he thought about the boy in his arm, and the
reason, the only reason, he'd appeared tonight. Billy, noticing the tent
building in Tom's groin, moved a hand tentatively towards it, looking at
Tom for approval.

Tom's good intentions went out the window to be replace with sheer wanton
lust; the lad was too irresistible, too determined and too available. Billy
wasn't going to be dissuaded easily. He nodded slightly, and asked Billy to
sit up for a moment. Once free of the seductive bundle he was cuddling, Tom
stood up, closed the curtains and turned the wall-lights on. Instantly the
room was transformed into a haven of peace, tranquillity - and
seduction. Tom sat down again, spreading his legs apart slightly to give
his now fully erect cock some room. Billy lay full length on the sofa,
laying on his left side with his head on Tom's thigh. His right hand he
rested on Tom's dick, first feeling it gently through the thin material,
then running his index finger along its length and round the head. He
watched as it blossomed even more under his touch, giving the occasional
twitch as he found a particularly sensitive spot, then the little wet spot
appearing. Billy reached down and unfastened his jeans, pushing the zip
down as far as it would go. That felt enormously better, his dick now
having the room to stretch to its full length inside his pants. He sighed,
perfectly content and stared unseeing at the tv screen. Once more he was
happy. Without seeking permission, he worked his hand inside Tom's
sweats. Rather to his surprise, he wasn't wearing any underwear, and found
his red-hot dick waiting for him, already leaking. They both sighed, Tom
spreading his legs even further apart.

"Can I take my clothes off?" Billy asked in a whisper.

Tom realised that Billy had made almost all the moves so far, and felt that
he aught to do something to show he was just as keen as he was for things
to progress.

"Yes, if you like. Stand up a minute," Tom said quietly.

Billy did as he was asked and placed himself in front of Tom, waiting. Tom
looked the boy up and down, picturing him naked. He gripped Billy's T-shirt
at the waist , slipped it over his head to reveal a beautiful, taught chest
with perfect little nipples of them, without a vestige of a hair, just as
Tom liked.

Then off came his shoes and socks, immediately followed by his trousers
being slid down slowly, his thighs and legs being exposed inch by
tantalising inch. Tom felt his dick throb in anticipation. Billy stepped
out of his trousers and moved closer to Tom, now standing between his
thighs. Tom inserted his thumbs inside the waistband of the cherub's pants
and carefully worked them over the horizontal boner pointing directly at
his navel, which, to his surprise, was dripping pre-cum slightly.

He stared at Billy's groin as he took his pants right off and left them on
the floor. The lad wasn't in the slightest embarrassed at being stood,
naked, with an adorable hard on; in fact he looked rather pleased with
himself if anything. Not for the first time, Tom wondered who was seducing
whom, not that it mattered in the slightest. He longed to take that
exquisite dick and bury it deep in his mouth, but wasn't sure if Billy was
ready for that yet, or whether he even knew about such things. Instead he
took it in his hand and felt its warmth and hardness, which was even now
throbbing softly under his fingers, just waiting to be used.

Billy sighed and rested his hands on Tom's shoulders. "That's really nice,"
he whispered, "Really, really nice."

Experimentally, Tom pulled the erection towards him, and to his delight,
not to say astonishment, Billy followed through, standing on his toes
slightly to push it in the direction of Tom's waiting mouth.

Billy moved closer, as close as he could, as Tom bent his head forwards.

Lips and dick met; a sharp electric shock ripping through them both as they
touched for the first time. Billy gasped in awe as his dick disappeared
into that wonderful, moist cavern of a mouth, Tom's tongue bathing it as he
slowly eased it to the top of his throat. He felt that ecstatic tingle as
his cockhead reached the back, gasping both with passion and as yet
unfulfilled lust. Unable to help himself, Billy let out a long
"Aaaaaaaahh!" as he desperately held on to the back of Tom's head.

Without once letting go, Tom slid down to the floor, taking Billy with
him. In something near a frenzy, Billy managed to turn himself round and
almost ripped Tom's sweats off in a passionate urgency to reach his
dick. And there they were, both naked now, laying on the soft, smooth
carpet, completely lost in each other, endeavouring both to give and take
as much euphoric delight as they could. Without a moments hesitation, Billy
wrapped his lips round Tom's proffered cock, swallowing his pre-cum
hungrily. It was if he'd been doing this all his life; his tongue slurping
round the end of Tom's cock, anxiously trying to taste every bit of it.

Automatically he sucked harder, allowing more and more of his shaft to fill
his mouth until he felt it was as far in as he could get it, even managing
to stifle the retching reaction. His hands were massaging Tom's balls,
delicate fingers running feather-light all over and around them.

Tom groaned: it'd been far too long since he'd felt like this, so long that
he'd forgotten just how fantastic it was. Urgently he sucked and
masturbated the young cock filling his existence, desperately wanting his
seed to spill into his body, desperately wanting it to go on for ever. His
own cock was throbbing with a passion and desire far beyond his control as
the juvenile mouth and hands carried him into realms he'd never realised
existed, not on this earth at least.

Billy began to thrust himself in and out of Tom with an animal lust. He
didn't give a toss who heard his screams of pain and pleasure, or what they
would think, just so long as they didn't interfere with this incredible
mind-blowing sensation. The more he felt Tom sucking and feeling him, the
more he returned the favour, feeling Tom's cock sliding down his throat,
marvelling at how awesome it was.

They erupted simultaneously, Billy expecting it and forcing his rampant
dick just that little bit more into Tom as he ejaculated furiously, his
spunk jetting out in a continuous stream of pure elation. He couldn't even
speak, his mouth wide open and his eyes glazed, he shuddered and trembled
as he gave the last few drops of his essence to his man. Tom was taken
completely by surprise, not only by the rapidity with which Billy had
orgasmed, but also his own: he didn't think he was anywhere near
cumming. Caught unawares by the unexpected tightening of his balls and the
insistent throbbing of his cock, he fired his volley into Billy, more than
making up for the dumb-struck Billy with his shout of pure carnal
pleasure. Times without number he jerked and jumped as he emptied every
last drop his body possessed into his seducer.

They lay together on the floor, unmoving for minutes, collecting their
thoughts and breath. Billy turned round and faced Tom, his arm resting on
his waist.

"That was good," he whispered. "Better than this morning."

Tom nodded, still in a state of shock with the speed at which things had
happened. The boy was amazing: not a shadow of guilt, not a shred of
remorse, just pure joy and serenity showing in his face.

Tom felt a cold draught on the floor, making him shiver. He glanced at
Billy, whose eyes were closed, a faint smile on his lips, and his dick hard
again! He stroked his cheeks and Billy opened his eyes.

"Come on, let's get up," Tom said. "It's uncomfortable down here."

They lay on the sofa together, stretched out full length, Billy's legs
entwined with Tom's, their cocks nestled together between them.

Billy lifted his head up, crawled along Tom's body until his face was level
with Tom's and kissed him on both cheeks softly. Then he lost it
completely, gripping the man's head between his hands, he planted his lips
firmly on Tom's and kissed him again, passionately and painfully, his
tongue forcing his way into Tom's mouth, urgently seeking out its
companion. Tom had no time to react consciously, he automatically wrapped
his arms round Billy and hugged him closely, his tongue now dancing with
Billy's. For timeless minutes they enjoyed each other, Tom regaining his
erection to join Billy's boner rubbing along his navel. His hands wandered
all over Billy, fingers playing lightly down his spine, round his waist and
over his butt, relishing his silky-smooth, delicate skin. He felt Billy
shudder and shake, his hips thrusting into him and a spreading warm wetness
oozing between them.

Billy showed no sign of even knowing he'd come again, his kisses continuing
unabated.

"You come again?" Tom whispered in the boy's ear.

"Mmmmmm, Yeah, I think so," he mumbled into Tom's mouth.

An hour later, they were still there, somewhat calmer now, but still
embracing nakedly on the sofa, watching the end of a long-forgotten film.

"I think you'd better make a move home," Tom reminded Billy. "It's getting
late."

Billy sighed and kissed Tom once more, reluctantly realising he was right.

They both dressed and looked at each other, smiling.

"Can I come again?" Billy asked.

Ignoring the obvious answer, Tom replied that he could, but not for a day
or two, just in case he was seen coming and going to his house too
often. Then an idea crossed his mind. If Billy left through the garden, and
went through the back gate, he could come and go unseen by anyone as his
garden backed on to a little used footpath. He explained the route to
Billy, who grinned happily, and with a quick peck on his cheek, left Tom
alone in his lovely house.

Billy went home on a cloud, smiling and humming to himself as he jogged
along the road. Life was OK. Even when he got indoors to find his mother
semi-conscious on the sofa, he didn't mind. He simply went to bed and slept
soundly, dreaming of his man, waking up twice to relieve the pressure on
his boner.

Chapter Ten.

Tom meanwhile had showered and was himself in bed, thinking of
Billy. Giving up any idea of putting an end to their relationship, he was
trying to think of ways of making it as safe and secretive as possible. The
first and immediate thing he could do was to more or less legitimise the
regular visits to his house he was going to make. It wasn't unknown for
staff at the school to teach one or two pupils privately, either because
they were unusually clever, or needed extra coaching in weak subjects. All
he had to do was get his mother's written agreement, and inform the school
using the appropriate form. This would mean either Tom visiting Billy's
home, which he was reluctant to do, or getting her into school, which may
be a problem. He would also make sure he was not around when Billy was
changing his uniform in his office, preferably being in the staffroom with
other teachers.

Once he'd more or less sorted this little problem out, he turned over, had
a slow, ecstatic wank thinking of Billy, and went to sleep.

The following morning, he waited for Billy to arrive, almost as excited as
Billy would be. When he arrived, the lad bounced into Tom's office, slammed
the door shut and embraced Tom. With a little difficulty, he unravelled
himself from the exuberant boy and grinned at him.

"Get undressed and have your shower, idiot!" Tom said, still smiling. "I
want to talk to you."

Billy could tell by the tone of voice that he wasn't in any trouble, so he
grinned broadly and stripped off, his prick already erect. Remembering just
in time to lock the door, he stood in front of Tom and pecked him on the
cheek.

Whilst he was under the shower, Tom explained his idea to Billy, who
thought it was a brilliant one, the only bad part of it being that they
couldn't have any fun in the mornings. 'Well,' Billy thought, 'at least
that's what he says, but we'll see about that'.

Once he was dried and dressed in his school clothes, without having any
fun, Billy wandered across to where Tom was sat at his desk, pretending to
be marking exercise books - there was no way he could concentrate with this
boy in the same room as him. Insinuating himself onto his lap, Billy
perched himself on Tom's knee and watched as he worked. Tom found it even
more distracting, but struggled on, pleased that the boy seemed happy to
accept the 'no sex at school' rule. When the time came for him to leave,
Billy satisfied himself with a quick, chaste kiss on his cheek and scurried
off.

Tom taught Billy for two subjects in school, PE and History. He was
apprehensive when he saw Billy sat in his usual place in his History class
and studiously avoided meeting his gaze. There was no problem at all
though, Billy behaving just as normal. There was no problem in PE either,
which was certainly the most difficult time. The only slightly
nerve-wracking moment came when Tom was looking at the boys taking their
showers. Billy caught his eye, stuck his tongue out very slightly and shook
his head as if saying, 'I know what you're doing and you'd better stop
it!'. They half-smiled at each other knowingly, and Tom retreated to his
office. How Billy managed to keep his erection down he didn't know, he
couldn't.

Even getting changed to go home, Billy managed to keep his lust under
control, but only with difficulty. It'd been a long time since he'd touched
Tom and he felt the need, if only to make sure he was still real and still
his friend. After he'd changed he sidled up to him and put a tentative arm
round his waist and hugged him. Tom smiled at him and left his arms there,
only moving away when Billy took his hand and tried to put it onto the
boner tenting his trousers out. Whispering a 'no' to him, he suggested that
he went to the school office and ask for a form for his mother to sign
about his extra lessons. And not to forget to bring it, and his mother, to
school tomorrow.

This was a problem, a big problem, Billy thought as he walked home. His
mother hadn't ever been to the school, not even on his first day, and he
just knew that there was no way she would come just to talk about his extra
lessons. He was still pondering over this difficulty when he saw Kim
waiting for him on the balcony.

This was just what he needed to take his mind off things, Billy ruminated;
it'd been over 12 hours since he'd last cum and he suddenly felt like doing
it. He'd've preferred doing it with Tom, but as he wasn't around, Kim was
the next best thing.

"Wotcha!" he said as he ran up the last few steps two at a time.

"Hello," said Kim, off-handedly.

Billy was confused. Yesterday Kim was more than keen to go to the house,
but today something was different.

What's up?" Billy asked.

"Nothing." Kim replied, staring at his shoes.

"Ok," Billy replied, not believing him for an instant. "Wanna come and
play?"

There was an instant flash of hope in Kim's eyes. After his rebuttal
yesterday, he thought that Billy didn't want to do 'it' again, but now he
thought he might, just might, want to do it.

"Yes, OK then. Where shall we go?"

"To the house, of course. Unless you don't want to."

"No, that's good," Kim answered, feeling better.

Billy threw his school bag through the door, informed his mother that he
was going out to play for a bit, and re-joined Kim.

The chatted idly on the way to the house, both boys getting boners on the
way, thinking of things to come. Yet again, to the casual observer the
house showed no signs that anyone had been beyond the ground floor - it
seemed that whoever else used the house, they weren't interested in
anywhere else. But Billy noticed that there were a few more empty Coke tins
and cigarette packets scattered around than there were before, and more
dangerously, signs of fairly recent cannabis smoking.

Although Billy had never tried the stuff, he was street-wise enough to
recognise the remains. He decided that he'd stop coming here after today,
it was becoming too risky.

Kim was already sat on the blanket and had found the magazine. He was
turning the pages over as Billy joined him, sitting next to him looking at
the pictures. It wasn't long before they were both fingering their boners
through their trousers, grinning at each other slyly. Billy was looking at
the huge dicks and mentally comparing them with the two other adult ones
he'd seen recently. They were both quite a bit smaller than the ones in the
photographs admittedly, but were somehow nicer.

He didn't see how on earth he could suck on the ones in his book, they were
much too big; they must have been specially picked because of their size he
assumed. They didn't make him feel the same as before either, these were
just pictures. He needed to hold real ones, Tom's out of choice, but Kim's
or even his own were better. Thinking of Kim, he glanced at him to see that
he already had his flies undone and his lovely brown dick standing out
solidly erect and proud. Billy put his fingers round and stroked it,
sliding his own zip down at the same time.

Kim dropped the magazine to the floor and lay down. "Want to take 'em off?"
he whispered looking at Billy's jeans.

"Yeah, OK. You taking yours down?"

For reply, Kim undid his belt and pushed his trousers and pants down to his
ankles, and shucked them off altogether. Billy, surprised at his eagerness
and sudden change in attitude from the other evening, did the same. They
lay as close together as they could, all but on top of each other, Kim's
legs over Billy's. Their cocks mashed together between them, rubbing
alongside each other as Kim slowly rocked his body up and down,
masturbating himself with Billy's dick.

Kim leaned his head towards Billy, their lips getting closer and
closer. Billy knew what was coming next and smiled. Kim, taking this as
approval kissed Billy, his lips remaining closed, not knowing any
better. Billy liked it and wanted more, he worked his T-shirt up to his
neck, exposing his chest as much as he could; reaching up, he undid the
buttons on Kim's shirt and put his arms under the thin material, pulling
Kim back down onto his chest.

They kissed again, Billy opening his lips a little and putting his tongue
out. There was no response from Kim and so he gave up, concentrating on
making Kim feel as good as he could without the added pleasure. The lads
twisted and turned together enjoying the novel sensation, to Kim anyway, of
their naked flesh in close, erotic contact, legs, arms and torsos writhing
like two snakes, every second of sensual contact being savoured. It was too
much for Kim; in a desperate craving for release from the incredible
arousal he'd built up, he grabbed Billy's hand, thrust it onto his leaking
dick and seized Billy's engorged boner, masturbating it with a fierce
urgency.

Billy managed to slow him down a little, but the fever was infectious and
he was frantically working on Kim. For five all too-brief minutes they
enjoyed each other's bodies, their need for sexual contact and stimulation
as desperate as only adolescent teenage boys in rut can be. They both
climaxed together, their joint orgasms being celebrated by unified moans
and groans of mutual gratification, their sperm mixing on Billy's stomach,
quickly spread all over his front with Kim's impassioned writhing. For once
Billy's dick softened instantly; it was tender and felt red-raw after the
vicious working over it'd just received from the grinning and apparently as
yet unfulfilled Kim.

His dick was still hard; for an instant Billy thought of taking it in his
mouth and sucking him dry, but knew he wouldn't like that so enjoyed
himself wanking it again, fairly quickly, to another climax, just as
delightfully intense, but nowhere near as much cum. This time Kim was well
and truly exhausted, laying back with his arms outspread and breathing
deeply. Billy looked at his near-naked body and thought how good-looking he
was, spread-eagled as he was and kissed him on the lips, managing this time
to work his tongue in as far as his teeth before Kim stopped him.

Ten minutes later, they were walking home, Kim as happy as could be, almost
skipping along with delight. Billy, only slightly less excited, was
trotting alongside him, his mind already on other things.

They parted at Billy's front door with a wave and a joint, "See you later!"

After tea, Billy sat in the living room watching tv and thinking. The sex
with Kim this afternoon had been good, but not really satisfying he
thought. He'd enjoyed it, not nearly as much as Kim obviously had, but it'd
been fun though for both of them and he was sure they'd do it again. There
was something missing though, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but
no doubt it would come to him in time.

The other thing on his mind was Tom. He wanted desperately to see him, be
with him and have sex with him, but knew he couldn't - he'd been told not
to. Tomorrow morning was the best he could manage: it would have to do.

Then there was the extra tuition form. He pulled it from his back pocket,
now looking a bit tatty and dog-eared. He had to get Tom and his mother
together, but how? And when? And where? It had to be as soon as possible
obviously. He didn't want his mother to be seen at school in the state she
was normally in, and he certainly didn't want Tom to see how he lived.

His mother seemed alert enough to talk to and during a commercial break in
the tv programme, he took a deep breath and broached the subject nervously.

"Mum?" he started, waiting to see how she reacted.

"Yeah?" she replied, eyes still glued to the set.

"I've been told I need to take some extra lessons from school, and Mr Brown
has said he'd teach me."

"What the fuck for?" she said, without malice.

"I won't pass my exams without 'em, and I need to."

"OK then, if that's what you want, then fuckin' do it. I don't care."

That was the easy bit. The hard bit came next.

"But you've got to go to school to have a talk and sign a form."

"I ain't goin' to no bleedin' school, for you or anyone else."

Billy sighed. He knew he'd lost the argument; there was no way he'd ask Tom
to come here. Apart from his seeing him home, she'd throw a fit if anyone
from school came here and probably give Billy a good hiding into the
bargain.

"Please, mum, I really want to do them."

Her reply consisted of a series of short, sharp expletives, ending with a
'get yourself outta my fuckin' sight, now!'  He knew better than to argue,
and took himself off to his room. Stretched out on his bed, he was as close
to crying as ever he allowed himself to get. He pummelled his pillow in
sheer frustration, angry and upset, feeling helpless. It was early yet, far
to early for bed; he decided to go out for a walk to cool down.

Going back to the living room, he simply said, "I'm going out for a walk, I
won't be long," and left before she had time to answer.

He wandered round the streets for an hour or so, finding himself eventually
across the road from Tom's house. He leaned against a garden wall, staring
at the living room window where a thin line of light round the curtains
showed Tom was probably relaxing and listening to music or something.

There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to cross the road and
ring the front door bell.

But he knew that would probably ruin everything, for ever. Tom would be
angry with him for breaking his promise, send him away and never talk to
him again. Billy, once again on the edge of tears wandered off aimlessly in
the direction of the town centre.

He arrived back at his house an hour later, one solitary idea having come
to him. His mother was still where he'd left her, and apart from the opened
bottle of scotch by her side, nothing had changed. She looked at him
bleary-eyed.

"You OK son?" she said drunkenly, the earlier discussion obviously
forgotten about already.

"Yeah, 'spose so." he mumbled and sat down on the hard-backed dining chair
more than a little pissed off.

"Can I have a bath?" he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be,
hoping that for once she might take enough interest in him to feel just a
little bit guilty.

"What d'you want a fuckin' bath for? You ain't goin' anywhere. 'Sides the
water ain't turned on."

Despite knowing the reply before he even asked the question, and getting
the answer he expected, he was suddenly very, very angry with his mother,
with his home, with his life, with every fucking thing. Even Kim had pissed
him off today, and it wasn't Kim's fault.

Billy grasped the rail of the chair so tightly his knuckles went white, a
red mist descended and he stood up, still holding on to the chair. He
stared round the room, eyes flared, wanting to lash out at something,
anything. Slowly, he calmed himself down, released his grip on the chair
and sat down again, his mind suddenly crystal clear. He was getting out of
this place just as soon as he possibly could. It might take a year, it
might take ten, but leave this place he would, and never come back. A
feeling of cold resolve such as he'd never felt before filled his mind. He
had never been so determined about anything in his life, it was as if a new
light had dawned. He'd seen how other people lived, people like Kim, like
Tom, like a good many others he knew, and he realised for the first time
just where on the ladder his so-called family were.

Strangely, he felt better. Now he had a target to aim for, a goal to
attain, and all he had to do was reach up for it.

Taking the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, he carefully spread it
out on the table and read it.

Looking coldly at the back of his mother's head, he forged her
signature. This was his first step to freedom, and he didn't feel guilty in
the slightest. Carefully re-folding it, he placed it inside his History
book ready for the morning.


Chapter Eleven.

Billy tapped on the office door and went in without waiting for an
answer. Tom knew just who it was by the footsteps and turned to greet
him. He didn't like to admit it, but he'd missed not seeing him yesterday
evening. It was made worse by the fact that he could have done too, all he
had to do was ask him. But there was something odd about his manner,
something new. Tom knew enough about boys to know that he had something on
his mind.

"Oh, no!" he thought, "Please not that. Please!" He waited for Billy to
tell him he didn't want to see him again.

Billy handed the crumpled form over to his teacher and sat down on the
spare chair. Tom read it, saw it'd been signed and looked at Billy
expectantly. He was overjoyed not to hear the news he expected, but didn't
dare show it.

"My mother, ...." Billy started, "My mother's too ill to come to
school. And she says you mustn't come to the house. So she signed the form
and said it's OK." Billy, the accomplished liar suddenly felt physically
sick at having to lie to a man he was beginning to care a lot about.

Tom knew he was lying, and knew why. She'd probably refused point blank
even to discuss the matter, and had maybe even hit him for just mentioning
it. Billy looked at Tom, his face a mixture of defiance and
sadness. Everything depended on the next thirty seconds.

"OK," Tom said, "I'll fill in the rest of the form and give it to the
office. You can come round tonight if you want and we'll work out your
timetable."

Billy could have shouted for joy, it'd worked! Not giving a toss about the
door still being open, he hugged Tom and kissed him on the neck, his face
now glowing with delight. Life was infinitely better already.

Tom was as happy as Billy, and showed it as much as he dare by closing, but
not locking, the door.

He was still determined to keep his 'no sex in school' rule.

"Going to shower and change then young man?" Tom said, returning to his
desk and getting on with some reading.

"OK," Billy said, his voice bright and chirpy.

Two minutes later, Tom heard Billy ask, "Gonna do my hair, sir?"

He swung round and looked at the boy, stood not two feet away, not a stitch
of clothing on him and sporting a huge erection.

"Jesus, Billy, the door's not even locked!"

"Sorry!" Billy said, not really giving a damn, and certainly not making a
move to lock it. He was too proud, too fond of his man to give a toss.

Tom did it for him, turning the lights off at the same time.

"Billy. Oh, Billy," Tom said as he hugged the lad gently. "You really must
try and be more careful."

Billy felt duly chastened and apologised sincerely. "Sorry, but I was so
pleased you're gonna help me."

Tom turned the shower on and helped Billy step over the tray before handing
him the soap and shampoo. He watched for a few seconds as he soaped himself
and washed his feet and legs. Going back to his desk, he'd just say down
when he heard, "Hair?" from behind him.

Sighing, he again stood up and walked over to Billy, still with that bloody
erection. Gritting his teeth, he asked Billy to turn the water off for a
minute, explaining that he didn't want to get his clothes wet.

Billy showed no disappointment at the news that Tom wasn't going to shower
with him, he'd half expected it anyway. At least he was going to touch him,
to hold him and to wash his hair. That's all he wanted, for the time being
anyway.

Tom rubbed the shampoo in and worked up a good lather, enjoying tending to
the youngster. He stroked his cheeks and rubbed his neck, watching the suds
run down his front, dividing either side of his horizontal cock and running
down his legs. The boy was gorgeous, and his for the taking.

Shaking his head, he took a step back and told him to rinse off.

Stepping out of the shower, Billy waited for Tom to dry his hair, which he
did from the back, knowing what would happen if he faced him.

"That's nice," Billy said, his voice muffled by the towel. "I like it when
you dry my hair."

Tom draped the towel over Billy's shoulder and ruffled his hair. "There you
go, it's dry now."

Before he could step away, Billy grabbed Tom's hand and placed it in his
dick. Leaning back onto Tom, he whispered hoarsely, "Please? Just for two
minutes?"

Tom, stepping forward pressed his erection into Billy's butt and started to
jerk Billy off, gently but hurriedly.

It didn't take long, Billy was well aroused, the news about the extra
lessons at Tom's house having done its work. Four, five strokes was all it
took before Billy shot a magnificent load right across the room, the first
wad landing on Tom's desk, the remainder drawing a dotted line across the
floor.

Tom jerked convulsively as he ejaculated inside his boxers, pressing his
cock between Billy's cheeks. Billy sighed ecstatically, turned round,
reached up and kissed Tom quickly on the lips.

"Thanks, Sir!, err, Tom!" he giggled and reached for his new, clean pants.

Tom stared down. Two splodges of cum were glistening on his trousers where
Billy's softening dick had caught them when he turned round, there were two
butt-shaped damp patches either side of his cock where Billy's still damp
butt had rested, and there was a massive wetness spreading from his groin
and running down his leg. Billy wasn't the only one who needed a shower.

Later in the day, Tom caught Billy up in the corridor and handed him an
envelope .

"Give this to your mother," he said in his official, school-teacher
voice. "It's confirming her request for your extra lessons." Then he added,
with heavy emphasis, "There's no need for a reply."

Billy fully understood what he meant, he would give her the note when she
was pissed and then put it with the rest of her papers where he could find
it if ever she denied seeing it.

After he'd had his tea, just as soon as he could, Billy shot round to Tom's
house and pressed the bell. Tom answered the door smiled at the young man
stood there, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Yes? May I help you?" Tom said, holding the door so Billy couldn't get in.

Billy stood there for a moment, his smile frozen into a grimace, wondering
what was happening before he saw the slight smile playing on Tom's face.

"I've come for my lesson, Sir," he said formally.

"In that case you'd better come in."

They went into the dining room, and sat at the big table in the middle of
the room. Billy had never seen this room before and wasn't surprised to see
it was just as nice as the living room, although obviously not used as much
as a thin layer of dust showed.

"Before we start, I think we need to get a few things straight," Tom said.

Billy was a bit disturbed by Tom's manner, but nevertheless sat down and
looked at him expectantly. At least he was in his house, and with him which
was better than nothing, a whole lot better than nothing.

Tom went on to explain that he was glad they'd arranged these 'extra
lessons' and was more than pleased Billy had turned up. But, he went on,
Billy must at least bring some books with him just in case anyone wondered
why he was coming to his house for lessons without any materials! They also
devised a sort of timetable, with Billy having lessons three times a week,
for about an hour each: this would be attached to the form they'd put into
the office to make it all official. Billy was also given Tom's home 'phone
number 'for emergencies'. Having got the ground rules straight, Tom felt
happier.

In fact, he'd been talking to one or two of his colleagues about Billy and
had had his suspicions confirmed. The general opinion was that Billy was a
bright lad who was under-achieving badly.

"That's understandable bearing in mind his background and consequent lack
of motivation," his Form Teacher had commented.

If only you knew just how motivated the lad can be, Tom thought wryly.

Tom offered Billy a drink and something to eat as they moved to the more
relaxed atmosphere of the living room. Once this had been arranged, they
sat on the sofa and relaxed, seated at each end and chatting whilst they
ate. Billy was feeling at home already, more at ease than he was in his own
home as a rule. He looked at Tom dotingly, like a puppy at its master.

"What?" Tom said, noticing his look.

"Nothing!" Billy said, "It's just that it's nice being here."

Tom opened his arms and invited the boy to join him, smiling gently. "Come
here, dopey!" he said tenderly. Billy grinned a wide, happy, grin and
scooted along the sofa to join 'his man'. They cuddled up together, Tom
stroking Billy's hair and neck as they made themselves comfortable. Billy
turned his head round, hugged Tom and kissed him firmly on his cheek.

"What was that for?" Tom enquired.

"Because," Billy replied.

"Because?"

"Because I wanted to," he giggled.

Once again Billy felt a tingly feeling as he nestled into Tom's side, his
dick starting to erect. Kicking his shoes off, he curled up and rested his
head in Tom's lap, closing his eyes and savouring the masculine aroma of
his mans' wonderful body.

Tom flicked on the tv to catch the news, not that he wanted to hear it
particularly, it was just that it would provide a bit of background as they
lay quietly together. Aware of the sudden noise, he opened his eyes,
blinked at the tv and turned over, burying his face in Tom's groin.

It wasn't long before Tom's cock hardened, a fact sensed by Billy who
smiled to himself knowingly.

He slid a hand down to his trousers and unfastened them, sliding the zip
down at the same time.

Wriggling about, he freed his boner and turned back to Tom's crotch and
began to rub his nose up and down the shaft of his cock.

"Can I get it out?" he whispered.

Tom lifted himself up slightly and pushed his trousers and pants down to
his knees, allowing Billy free access to his rampant and leaking dick. He
sighed happily as Billy held it in his fingers and stared at it
lovingly. He was even happier when Billy commenced to lick it, slowly and
sensuously, from base to head, covering it in a shining layer of
saliva. This was some boy, he mused, some awesome, lovely boy. He slid his
hand into Billy's pants and cradled his beautiful dick and balls in his
hand, rubbing his thumb around his cockhead.

For fifteen minutes they caressed and fondled each other affectionately
before Billy said quietly, "Can we get undressed properly?"

Tom smiled down at the young satyr and nodded. Billy bounced up from the
sofa gleefully and in no seconds flat was naked, his astonishingly handsome
body hopping from foot to foot impatiently as Tom stripped.

"Draw the curtains," Tom whispered as he dropped his trousers.

Billy stood there for a moment without moving until Tom looked at him,
wondering why he hadn't moved.

"It's not very comfortable down here on the floor," he said, the
implication being obvious.

Tom had decided not to let Billy see his, or any, of the bedrooms
upstairs. He'd heard stories of boys, and girls, who'd been questioned by
the authorities about alleged abuse, and one of the things they asked was
what the bedroom looked like. If they could describe it, that was the end
of the matter. He thought for a second before looking Billy in the eye,
making his mind up.

"Let's go upstairs then," he said, knowing he was committing the last,
final act.

None of these thoughts crossed Billy's mind however; all he wanted was his
man in bed. To him it was a sort of bridge, and once crossed, their
friendship would be proved beyond doubt: they would be 'together'. He knew
about so-called 'dirty old men' who preyed on young boys in public toilets
and swimming pools and so on, they'd been warned about them at school. He
always got a hard-on when they were discussed and was even slightly envious
of those boys who'd been lucky enough to be picked up, it'd never happened
to him except that man in the toilets, and that was his different.

And what he was going to do, and what he had done, with Tom was
different. It wasn't 'pervy' or 'dirty', it was good and made them both
feel happy. He knew however that most people wouldn't see it that way and
if anyone ever found out about it, they would never be able to do it again
and would be in very serious trouble. He was determined that no one, but no
one, would ever find out about him and 'his man'. He was as determined
about this as he was about leaving home.

Tom folded the bedcover back and got in, closely followed by a rampant
Billy, who immediately wormed his way to Tom and cuddled him
desperately. He pushed Tom onto his back and lay half on top of him, one
leg stretched his and their faces inches apart. He leaned down and kissed
him passionately all over his face, settling eventually on his mouth, his
tongue searching for Tom's frantically, his hands rubbing his chest. Tom
was taken completely by surprise, not only by the speed with which Billy
pounced on him, but the ferocity of his attack. He hugged Billy even
tighter to him and returned the kisses, rolling over onto his side as he
did so.

He pushed Billy's head away from him slightly and stared into his eyes, his
beautiful, sparkling eyes.

He was going to say something, anything, to slow him down, but
couldn't. Tom pulled him back down again and kissed him again, just as
passionately.

Their initial lust assuaged a little, Billy lay back and put his arm under
Tom's neck, holding him tightly whilst he fought to keep breathing,
conscious his heart was racing fit to burst. He wanted to tell Tom how
wonderful, how perfectly overjoyed he felt, but just couldn't find the
words. Instead he kissed Tom on the cheek and went in search of his cock.

Just about over his shock, Tom took Billy's leaking dick in his hand and
started to masturbate him sensitively and delicately.

"Not too fast," Billy said softly, "I want this to go on for ever."

Tom knew exactly how he felt: he too wanted it to go on and on for as long
as humanly possible.

Billy was fondling Tom's superb cock, and running his fingers over it when
he noticed that clear watery stuff leaking out. Idly he scooped it up on
his finger, and to Tom's utter astonishment, licked his finger
clean. Billy, hardly aware of what he'd done swallowed it and went in
search for more.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Tom asked incredulously.

Billy blushed, realising what he'd done. "Oh, err, I, err, saw it the other
day and wondered what it tasted like. It don't - doesn't taste bad. It's
not wrong is it?"

"No, not at all," Tom smiled, "I was just surprised to see you do it,
that's all." This boy was a bit more experienced than he'd given him credit
for, he mused.

"What's it called?" Billy asked, looking up at Tom.

"The proper name is pre-seminal fluid, but most people just call it
pre-cum," he said. "It's a sort of oily stuff that lubricates your dick
when you have intercourse." He let the boy assume he meant man/woman sex
only, choosing not to enlarge on that particular topic.

"I see," Billy replied, storing another piece of vital information in his
brain. "And the white stuff that comes out afterwards is called spunk,
right?"

Tom grinned and said, "Yes. That's right. The proper word is semen or
seminal fluid."

Billy suddenly realised that he could learn a great many things from Tom,
apart from History and how to speak and behave properly. He was the only
adult he could talk to about these things without being told off for being
dirty, and loved him all the more for it. Whilst in the mood he followed
his train of thought through.

"And when you put your dick into someone's mouth, it's called a BJ, a blow
job, even when all you do is suck?"

Tom laughed and hugged the boy tighter, "Yes, but don't ask me why."

Billy fell silent as he fitted all this new information together, the
jigsaw becoming more complete.

"Can I ask you something else?" Billy said, his mind going back to the
toilet walls.

"Yes?" Tom said, uncertain where he was going next.

"Do some people put their, err, dicks up other people's bums?", he went on,
hoping he wasn't asking a stupid question.

Tom, half-expecting this, took a deep breath before answering. He didn't
want to travel this road, but having been asked the question, determined to
tell him at least part of the answer.

"Yeah, some people do. Where on Earth did you learn that from?"

"Toilet walls down town," he replied, glad he wasn't that stupid after all.

"I see." Tom answered, not too surprised on reflection. He may have been
surprised by Billy's last question, but was taken completely aback by the
next one.

"Can I ask you one more thing, and then I'll shut up?" he giggled,
returning his attention to Tom's now red-hot cock.

"Yeeeees," Tom replied dubiously.

"Have you ever done it?"

"Christ, Billy!" he stammered, "You don't mess about do you!"

Billy stopped what he was doing and stared up at Tom, afraid he'd make him
angry.

"Sorry," he stuttered, on the edge of tears, "I didn't mean to piss you
..... err.... make you mad."

Tom, over the shock now, squeezed him gently and smiled down at him,
realising how upset he was.

"That's OK, you haven't. It's just they way you asked, that's all. That
sort of thing you shouldn't ask anyone, it's a bit personal!"

"Oh, yeah I suppose it is," he said, relieved the moment was over. "Forget
it then."

They settled down together, Billy grateful that he hadn't upset Tom too
much and resolving to think before he opened his mouth again and Tom musing
over the few times he'd tried 'having a dick up his bum' as Billy so
succinctly put it.

He'd grown up with Michael Todd, who lived next door to him. They were the
same age and had done everything together from the time they could walk
almost. As a result they knew each other's bodies almost as well as their
own, each stage of sexual development being shared and explored secretly
and with great pleasure. Regular sleep-overs, camping trips and hours spent
hidden away in their tree-house ensured frequent and mutually enjoyable
boy-sex. Tom smiled inwardly as he thought of their happy times together,
right up until they went their own separate ways as they went to different
universities. It must have been when he was 14 or so when, after a
particularly satisfying jerk-off session that Michael had suggested that
they could try putting their dicks up each other. The first few attempts
had been frustratingly good fun, but they didn't really get anywhere until
Tom acquired a bottle of baby oil. Having used it a couple of times to
lubricate their cocks when wanking, it struck them that it would make
getting their dicks inside their bums a lot easier. It did, and at least
once a week from then onwards they fucked each other. Even now after all
these years, he remembered vividly their first time.

It was during the long summer holidays and they'd been out riding their
bikes all day and were recuperating in their tree house, reading some porno
mags they'd got from somewhere or other when Michael got an attack of cramp
in his thigh. As usual, their shorts had already been removed so they could
play with each other as they ogled the pictures. Tom had started to massage
the cramp out of Michael's thighs when he spotted the baby oil and used
some to ease the pain, rubbing it all over his lower back and thighs. It
was when his fingers slipped inside Michael's butt cheeks the idea struck
him, and without bothering to warn Michael, oiled his dick and pressed it
experimentally against his hole.

Once he'd got over the surprise, Michael suggested he try properly, the
erotic sensation of the massage having got him well and truly
aroused. Increasing the pressure, Tom found his cock slid in his buddy
easily, and he quickly found himself buried to the hilt. The new sensation
was fantastic and he slowly started to screw his best friend. Being the
first time, he didn't last long, but succeeded in achieving the best cum
he'd ever had, and was more than happy to change places with Michael so he
could try it. From that point onwards, they screwed each other at least
once a week, usually in Michael's bed on their Friday night
sleep-overs. For the best part of a year they enjoyed themselves
enormously, their sex sessions getting more and more delightful as time
went on.

Gradually though, once they'd hit 15, although they remained the best of
friends they had sex together less and less until eventually they ceased
altogether apart from the occasional jerk-off session when they were
feeling especially horny. Tom hadn't had any anal sex since then, and
hadn't even thought about it until now.

He turned to look at Billy, nestled against his chest, lazily playing with
his dick and balls. Tom hugged him lightly and squeezed his
balls. "Alright, tiger?" he said tenderly.

Billy was blissfully content, and murmured softly, "Mmmmmm, This's fun,"

Pulling Billy up to his face, he smiled at him and kissed him softly on the
lips. Billy maneuvered himself to lay stretched out on top, his legs
between Tom's, their dicks squashed between their navels. Time seemed to
stand still for the duo as they lay together, Billy listening to Tom's
slow, rhythmic heartbeat in between kissing him and caressing his dick and
balls. Tom was simply enjoying the presence of the boy, revelling in his
nakedness and warmth as they embraced, feeling his hairless balls and erect
prick against his skin.

They would have remained like this all night if Billy hadn't suddenly
decided that it was time for some action: it would be nice if he had his
dick sucked. Unwrapping himself from Tom, he knelt astride him, grinning
wickedly and pointed his cock at Tom's lips, daring him to refuse to offer.

Tom gripped the tumescent cock between his thumb and finger and examined it
closely from all angles, watching the pre-cum appearing through the piss
slit, then said sorrowfully, "Naah, I don't think so. It's got a leak."

Billy started to lean forwards, panic beginning to set in before realising
that Tom was pulling his leg.

"Dickhead!" he mouthed. "Go on, please!"

"Oh, alright then, if you insist."

Tom wrapped his lips round the head of the perfect cock and gripped it just
under the purple head, licking and sucking just the tip, occasionally
swiping his tongue just beneath the head. Billy jumped at the first touch,
a bolt of lightening streaking through his small frame. Concentrating just
on the tip of his cock, Tom started to give Billy the blow job of his
life. For the first time Tom and Billy felt truly at ease with each other,
Billy because he was with someone who cared how he felt and what he was
thinking, and Tom because it seemed young Billy was happy to go to bed with
him and enjoyed 'messing about'. It was more enjoyable too because if
anyone ever found out that Billy was calling on Tom at his home, they had a
good excuse in that he was supposed to be studying - studying what is
neither here nor there!

Once he'd got over the initial shock of the lightening bolt of erotic
stimulation, Billy leant his head back and sighed deeply before pushing his
dick into Tom's mouth as far as he could, finally getting his cockhead into
Tom's throat. He sat back on his haunches, delirious with the totally
overpowering sexual arousal. As he leaned back, he sensed Tom's iron-hard
boner pressing against his butt-crack and reached around to hold it. He too
was now leaking masses of pre-cum and Billy delighted in wiping it up and
down his bum, slowly masturbating him in the process. It was whilst doing
this that he accidentally allowed it to touch his butt-hole, and the novel
sensation caused him to jump with pleasure. He thought for a second and
tried to push it into his hole gently, without success. But, he presumed,
if he tried a little harder, ........

Tom felt what Billy was trying to do and stopped playing with his dick to
look up at him.

"No," he whispered. "Not like that." He rolled Billy off his chest and
placing an arm underneath him, said, "Do you really want to do that?"

Billy, still ecstatic, but pissed off that Tom had stopped blowing him,
simply nodded.

"Ok, then. Get over on your back."

Tom arranged a pillow underneath Billy's back and raised his legs to his
shoulders, exposing his beautiful deep pink hole. As Tom manoeuvred Billy
into the best position, he thought about what he was just about to
do. Apart from the fact that he wasn't very experienced at this, it was
also Billy's first time and it scared him a little.

"You sure?" he questioned, half-hoping that Billy might have changed his
mind.

"Yeah. I wanna try it, honestly."

"It's gonna hurt some at first, but then it gets better. Tell me if it's
too much and I'll stop; we can always try it again later."

In his haste, Tom had forgotten that they would need some sort of
lubricant. Frantically he tried to think of anything suitable he had in the
house before remembering the tub of lanolin cream he used for his dry
skin. Telling Billy not to move for a minute, he hurried to the bathroom,
found the cream and dashed back. Billy looked at the pot curiously, but
said nothing, after all 'his man' knew what he was doing.

"This'll make it easier to get it in," Tom explained as he smeared the
white ointment over his dick and round Billy's waiting hole. Gently he
inserted first one, then two fingers into the orifice, ensuring the cream
was well spread out.

Billy winced as the fingers forced their way in to him, but sighed with
relief as the pain quickly went, to be replaced with a wonderful full
feeling, making him shudder with exhilaration. If it was this good with
just his fingers, he couldn't wait until Tom's dick replaced them. With a
lot of concentration, Billy found he could actually relax his sphincter,
which made it a lot better and easier for them both.

Once he was sure Billy was well greased up, he touched his throbbing
cockhead against Billy and looked at him.

"Sure?" he asked one more time.

"Yeah. Go on, try it."

Tom pushed, gently at first, but then increasing the pressure as he felt
the resistance and the muscle fighting back.

"Try to relax it," Tom whispered.

Billy did so, but still it wouldn't slide in. They were both getting
frustrated at the lack of success, but at the fourth try, Tom's cock
slipped through the barrier with an almost audible pop. Billy gasped at the
sudden sharp pain and grabbed Tom's waist in panic, "Stop!" he gasped.

Tom, taken by as much surprise as Billy had already stopped. He was just
going to pull out when he heard Billy say, "Wait. It'll be OK. Just wait a
minute."

They froze where they were until the discomfort had eased and the youngster
nodded for him to carry on. Very slowly Tom inserted the rest of his tool
in one smooth move, only stopping when he could go no further.

"That's it. It's all in. How do you feel?" he asked, feeling sorry for him
in an odd sort of way.

"OK. The pain's gone now. It feels good - better than good, it's filling
all my inside up. I like it!"

And he did like it. He'd never felt like this before, sort of glowing all
over and red-hot at the same time. His solidly hard dick was standing up,
still making pre-cum he noticed idly, so everything must be OK. Grasping it
gently in his fingers, he alternately squeezed and relaxed his hold grip,
increasing his arousal even more. Automatically he started to buck his
hips, feeling Tom's cock moving in and out of him.

'This is sensational!' he thought, 'fucking sensational!'  Tom, aware that
Billy was now calmer and actually trying to fuck himself, began to move in
time with him. All the magical feelings from his youth years ago suddenly
surfaced as he stared to make love to his boy, it was as if all the
intervening years had melted away and he was back with Michael, doing what
they did best. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on giving his boy the
maximum of enjoyment, working his dick back and forth sensuously. They were
both moaning with happiness as they worked together, Billy almost screaming
with euphoria as his prostate was stimulated time and time again, lending
an urgent passion to Tom as he speeded up his thrustings, savouring every
fantastic second of the feast. Billy masturbated himself fiercely, his hand
a blur as he wanked.

With a final, heaven-sent thrust, Tom let out a loud 'Aaaaaaarghh!' as his
balls emptied themselves deep down Billy's insides, seemingly gallons of
sperm spraying his guts. This was far too much for Billy to cope with, and
seconds afterwards shot his jet-propelled juices high in the air, cumming
so violently his cock ached with the effort.

Tom was exhausted, and once his cock had softened enough, withdrew from
Billy and collapsed alongside him, grinning tiredly at him. "That was
fantastic!" he sighed, "Wonderful!"

Billy was over the moon, and far from being tired was feeling
extraordinarily full of life, his excitement showing in his ruddy
complexion and sparkling eyes. Turning over to face Tom, he kissed him,
hard, on the lips. "That was fuck ......, fantastic, I'd never believe it
could have been so, so, well, terrific!" he gasped out. "And it hardly hurt
at all! Can we do it again?"

Despite his distinct lack of energy, Tom managed to hug Billy tightly and
stroking his hair, answered that there was no way he could do it again, not
yet anyway, he wasn't twelve years old any more!

Billy giggled and kissed him again After an hour or so wrapped up in each
other's arms, snug under the blanket, it was time for Billy to leave, much
to their regret. Scrabbling round for his clothes, he dressed hurriedly and
gave Tom one last kiss goodbye, their tongues dancing together.

"I'll miss you," Billy said sorrowfully, "I wish I didn't have to go home
just yet."

"Me too," Tom said, "Still, we'll see each other tomorrow at school."

"Yeah, but it isn't the same. I wish ...." He stopped, not wanting to put
into words what he was thinking. With that, Billy ran home, feeling somehow
sad and gloriously happy at the same time.

End of Part 2

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