George Finds a Bloke

 

The usual warnings that this short story is about a sexual encounter between teenage boys and a teenage boy and adult male. It is a fantasy, not an account of an actual event, and any resemblance between the characters and `real life' persons is totally accidental.

George Finds a Bloke Is a short story by Ivor Sukwell.

 

"Oh, yes!" I sighed, about as happy and content as a boy of fourteen and a half can be, "I love being wanked by you."

I was on my back, stretched out full length with my wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame so I was completely helpless and could do nothing to interfere with his hand dealing with my cock. Not that I had any urge to interfere because, as I'd sighed to him, I loved him wanking me. He'd finish me off in his mouth, of course, because he never wasted one single drip of my spunk and I loved that as well. I suppose it's because I am fourteen and horny as fuck all the time, but I find having my spunk eaten is just about the sexiest thing I can imagine.

And sexy beyond sexy when it comes at the end of being wanked like he wanks me. He is just so bloody good at it!

I know that wanking is just about the most basic way there is of getting a cock to spurt, but my bloke has made it into an art form! Forehand and backhand grip, full fist and just finger tips; one fingertip and thumb right at the top, partly peeling and unpeeling me, finger and thumb making a ring round it, right on the helmet ridge; he's got dozens of ways of doing it to me and he uses them all in one wank!

And he makes me last! Fuck, does he make me last! When I do myself it never takes more than a few minutes at the most, even when I try to make it last longer I fail miserably and spurt far too soon, but he can keep me going for well over an hour! I'm begging him to make me shoot long before he gets round to having enough, and he gives me this well-wicked grin before he at last goes down on me and takes me in his mouth.

I love it! I simply can't get enough of it!

I ain't always been like this, or perhaps I have, really. I dunno. I mean like I started wanking when I discovered that my cock were for more than pissing with, I spose I was eleven, or something, and then, when it started spurting not long after my thirteenth birthday, I took up wanking as a serious hobby. Minimum three a day; before I get up, when I get back from school and before I go to sleep, and they are the absolute minimum. The thing is, though, I never used to have dirty thoughts when I wanked, not about birds and not about boys, I just wanked for the pleasure of wanking.

Then, about three months ago, no, it were less than that, it were when term started so it's about two and a half months, Joe, this weird kid in our class, starts on about how he'd like to suck me. It was so random! Like he'd whisper `Let us suck you,' in me ear, and even say it out loud in class, not loud enough for the teacher to hear, but loud enough for the kids sitting round us to. Then he started passing notes to me in class, `Please George, let me suck you' and things like that, and, of course, all the kids what passed it from him to me read it, as you would, wouldn't you.

So cos everyone knew about it and Joe was weird anyway – he did a homework essay on `The Moon' once about this kid mooning his bum to people, I ask you! How weird is that? Anyway no-one takes it serious like and when I gets a bit fed up with it and passes one of Joe's notes back with `Ok, bogs at break' on it, this Joe kid looks horrified and everyone has a good laugh at him. One of his mates giggles that it would be an awful blowjob cos Joe'd probably bite instead of sucking and we all has a real good laugh and nobody thinks I'm at all gay or anything.

Then this kid, you know, the one what's Joe's mate and said he'd probably bite, comes in the bogs when I'm having a piss and we has a laugh about it, and I jokes and says to him would he bite an' all. He says he wouldn't an' for some reason we's looking down at each other's cocks an' we both got bones.

Well, it goes from there, don't it, and he comes round my place after school and we get down to doing stuff, and, I gotta tell you, it was fucking magic! Jim, that's this kid's name, says he thinks he's probably gay, but that don't bother me and I ain't saying anything, and I tells him I got no idea if I'm gay or straight cos I've never even thought about it.

Anyway, this Jim kid's done the lot, been fucked an' all, an' not only that, but he's got a bloke who does him. Well, after I've fucked Jim a couple of times and he's fucked me, I starts thinking about what it'd be like to get done by a bloke. Jim reckons it's fucking magic, and though he prefers boys he loves being done by his bloke.

Well, of course, I has a fair few wanks thinking about cock now, don't I. I mean, I'm not thinking I'm gay, like, just that cock is bloody good, an' when I starts thinking about it while I'm wanking I realises that the bloody school is full of kids I'd be well happy to do stuff with, so I guesses I must be gay cos I don't fancy doing stuff with girls in the least little bit, cos girls don't have cocks, do they.

Trouble is, you can go up to a girl and say you wouldn't mind getting her knickers off, but you can't do that with a boy. Well, you can if you're weirdo like Joe and no-one takes you seriously, but if you ain't Joe you'd get your head kicked in. Blokes, on the other hand, is a different matter. Everyone knows there's hundreds of blokes wandering around all wanting to get at boys' bits. My mother's always telling me to be on the look-out for men like that, and so are teachers, but, and I've got to tell the truth, I don't think I've ever seen one.

But they must be out there, I mean, Jim had one and the papers was always full of blokes being done for abusing boys, so how did I find one? Perhaps, if I was lucky, one might find me, and he wouldn't have to abuse me or nothing, cos I'd be well up for it, wouldn't I, an' if I were up for it, then it couldn't be abuse like, could it. But I wasn't keeping my hopes up like, and settled for loads of wanking and fucking with Jim twice a week instead.

And then, bugger me, a couple of weeks after half-term I found one, dint I. Like I dint know when I found him that I'd found one, did I, cos he was just some old geezer sitting on a bench by the river. He dint have no sign saying, `Boy bits wanted' or nothing, he was just some old bloke sitting on a bench by the river and having a fag. I just thought he were some well old bloke what'd been shopping an' were having a rest on the way home like. I knew he'd been shopping cos he had this big Prymark bag beside him, and I thought he'd got a bit knackered carrying it cos he were well old like, grey hair an' all, an' he looked like he'd been getting his pension for more than a few years, if you know what I mean.

I saw him looking at me cos I was keeping me eyes open just in case I spotted some bloke who fancied a bit of boy to play around with, and I nods at him, polite like, and smiles. Not a special smile or nothing, just a sorta friendly one like. He smiles back and takes a drag on his fag and I gets this idea of seeing if I can cadge a fag off him cos I ain't got none an' the shops is well arsy about selling them to kids my age.

Anyway, I goes an' sits beside him an' cadges a fag like, an' we chats a bit about nothing special, just being polite like, and the old dredger chugs back up. The old thing goes out every day, chugging and dredging the river and dumping the silt out in the sea, so what few ships that comes here now can get in, and it's a standing joke that the thing's so old and slow that the silt probably gets back here before the dredger does.

Anyway, he gives me another fag without me even asking, an' I'm a bit cheeky like, an' asks him if he stopped for a rest cos his bag was heavy like, an' he calls me a cheeky sod an' says no, he dint come into town much an' when he did he just liked to sit, have a fag an' look at the sights.

Well, there ain't much to look at round these old docks, is there, an' I says that to him an' he sorta grins an' says, "Oh, I dunno, sometimes you see something well worth looking at."

Takes me a bit to realise what he's on about an' when I does I grins an' tells him that he oughta go to Specsavers if he thinks I'm worth looking at an' we both has a laugh like. Then he tells me that I oughta be careful like, cos a tasty boy like me could get into trouble sitting on a bench and chatting to a bloke what he don't know.

"What trouble?" I says, cos there were nothing round here to get into trouble doing, was there, an' then, an' I don't know why, it were sorta like that time in the bogs when I just asks Jim if he'd bite, the words just came out without me thinking like, I says, "You reckon I'm tasty?"

"Very," he says an' grins at me.

Well, I dint know what to do, did I? I mean, he were real old, musta been old enough to be me great grandad an' all, but he weren't dressed like some old codger or nothing, he were wearing jeans and a blue waterproof top that was quite stylish, an' I was thinking `would I let a bloke as old as him do me?' an' then I thought, `why the fuck not? Be a laugh, wouldn't it,' so I grins back at him an' asks him if he fancies me or something.

"Course I do, you silly bugger," he says an' offers me another fag.

So I takes the fag, and feeling a bit daring chatting to an old bloke who says he fancies me, I asks him if he fancies lots of boys.

"Only the fit ones," he grins an' I takes that as a bit of a compliment like, an' starts to quite like him. I mean, even if it is just chat, it's a good laugh sitting talking to an old bloke about stuff like this.

"Do more than just fancy?" I asks him, blowing out smoke from me fag.

"Not these days," he grins, "Buggers can run faster than me now."

Well, I has a good laugh at that, don't I, cos the image of him trying to catch a boy, running up the street after one, is dead funny an' all.

"What you do if you caught one?" I says, keeping the joke going like, "Bend him over and do him up the bum?"

"Nice idea," he says with a wicked grin, "But couldn't do that now. Even pills don't work that well anymore."

Well, I was starting to enjoy meself now, weren't I, chatting dirty now to this old bloke, like you might chat dirty to kids in school like. Course, you couldn't chat about this sorta dirty stuff cos it were gay, but I could chat about it with him cos he weren't gonna kick me head in, was he.

"So," I says, "If you can't fuck him, what would you do?"

He looks at me to see if I'm taking the piss like, an' when he's sure I'm not cos I tells him I'm not, he sorta gets this wistful look on his face and says he'd just wanna make the boy feel good.

Well, I'm really interested now an' asks him how you makes a boy feel good without fucking him, cos fucking's what it's all about, ain't it?

Well, I spose it's pretty obvious to him now that I ain't the sorta kid what's gonna go running to the nearest copper so he asks me if I've ever been done. Well, I tells him about Jim an' all, an' how we fucks each other twice a week an' how often I wank cos I love wanking an' he says that's what he really like to do now, just wank a boy and perhaps suck him if he was up for that, cos he used to love it when a boy spunked in his mouth.

I said I thought it were dead sexy when I spunked in Jim's mouth an' all, but it never happened no more cos I spunked in his bum instead cos we both liked getting fucked an' all, an' it were well sexy spunking in Jim's hole.

"You modern kids," he grins at me, "All you think about is fucking. There's loads more fun you can have with your cock than just sticking it up some other kid's arse."

"Like what?" I says.

"Loads of things," he says, "Blow your mind things."

"Want me to carry your bag home for you?" I grins at him, hoping now he'll take me to his place and show me some new stuff.

"Carry it to my car if you like," he says, "I don't live in town, I'm afraid."

"No worries," I says, getting well hard now, "I got till nine tonight if you can give us a lift back to town."

"We can just go somewhere quiet and I'll toss you," he says to me when I got in the car, "Or we can go to my place and you'll be naked from the moment we get there till the moment we leave. Your choice."

Instead of answering him, I asks him when was the last time he had a boy an' he tells me it must be at least ten years or so. Bugger me, I thinks, that means I were only about four when he last had cock, an' I thinks, poor sod, well, he can have as much of mine as he wants.

"Love being naked," I tells him, an' it's true an' all cos I does. I always wanks naked when I gets home from school, an' I stays that way while I does me homework. Course, sometimes me cock sorta winks at me an' I has another one as well, but I spose that what being naked does for you.

Well, we gets to his place, an' he lives right out in the Marshes don't he, no-one for miles around, an' dirty minded sod that I am, I'm thinking it'd be great out here in the summer cos I could run around naked outside like, an' that'd be well horny. Anyway, I gets me kit off soon as we gets there, without being asked or anything, so he can get a good gawk at me, an' gotta be honest, cos I wanted to be gawked at, dint I.

He takes me into his bathroom an' gives me arse a well good washing an' I'm wondering why he does that cos he ain't gonna fuck me, but I bleeding finds out soon enough, don't I!

Well, he gets me on his bed an' starts feeling me all over, not getting anywhere near me cock for ages, an' that's a bit of a surprise, ain't it, cos I thought cock were what it was all about like. Fuck me though, I never knew you could get such sexy feelings from having your legs felt, and your stomach and your shoulders and your tits an' all! Then, when he's felt me up for ten minutes or so an' keeps telling me how gorgeous and sexy I am, he starts licking and kissing me in all the places his hands has been and my cock's like near bursting, ain't it.

He asks me when I last spunked an' I tell him not since this morning an' I was on me way home to have a wank when I met him.

"Reckon I could manage at least three before I gotta go," I tells him an' he grins at me an' gets down to business at last.

Well, I don't last long, do I, cos me balls is well full, an' I feeds him a decent mouthful an' watches him eat it. That is so dirty! Watching some old bloke eat your spunk! I loved it!

We has a fag an' then gets going again an' this time I finds out what he's washed me arse for cos he turns me over, gets me bum in the air an' goes for it with his mouth.

If you ain't never had your arse eaten, then, believe me, you gotta try it! It's utterly fantastic amazing like, an' I'm thinking this is all cos I smiled at some ancient bloke sitting on a bench by the river!

Then he starts on his wanking stuff an' I can't believe any kid would wanna run away from this bloke if they had any idea how good he was at wanking, an' I gives him another couple of mouthfuls before me cock says it's had enough.

I sees him every Saturday now; he picks me up in town at ten and gets me back by nine an' all the time he's got me he has me starkers and never leaves me alone. I fucking love it! I ain't got a hair on me now, me pubes is gone an' me arse is as smooth as a baby's, an' so's me legs. An' tell you what, that is so fucking sexy an' all!

I know it's well dirty like, going with a bloke what's sixty years older than me, but I tell you what, I don't think it's the least bit wrong. I mean, he makes me feel fucking wonderful, an' not just cos what he does to me cock, he makes me feel good about being me. An' I know he's well happy an' all that he's got a boy to play with an' enjoy, an' I don't care if anyone does think it dirty and nasty cos it ain't. It's fucking ace for both of us, an' that can't be wrong, can it!

"Yeah, that's it, wank me," I sigh as he does me the finger and thumb ring round the ridge way that feels so fucking amazing. Why did I never learn to wank myself like this? Good job I didn't, I think as I shuts my eyes and just enjoys it; might never have found an old bloke to do it for me if I had! "Do me all the way," I whisper as he picks up speed, "I'll warn you when it's close."

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