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Richard Darby Stories.

 

A 5 part story by Richard Darby.

 

What's it all about, Alfie? - Part 4.

 

I'm going to skip a year now and tell you about when I was eleven. The year leading up to me being eleven had been great and me and Dom's dad had lots of sex, and not once had we been caught out. We had sex at his house; in the caravan; and sometimes, midweek I would meet up with him after school and we'd go for a run out in his black Morris Oxford with the brown leather seats. What he'd done once we'd become secret lovers was to rent a lock-up garage about a mile from his house. So, he'd pick me up at a place away from his house and mine, I would lie down in the car while he was driving to it, and he would put the car in the garage. Then he would lock the garage door from the inside and we could have sex without anybody knowing about us.

 

On the back seats we would do it, and the reason I remember the smell of leather seats so well was because, by that time, he was into putting his tongue up my bum. Yes, he loved tonguing my bum, and I loved him doing it. So I would be on my hands and knees in the back with my nose buried in the seats, and then he would tongue me out.

 

We had also reached the stage where he could get the nob of his dick inside my bum. Not all his dick... just the nob. Getting to that stage was a natural part of our sex progression.

 

The first time we managed to do it was a Saturday night while I was kneeling on the heart rug on a spread bath towel and watching TV and he was behind me and his tongue was working its magic on my bum hole. I was really enjoying it when he suddenly stopped. I turned my head round and asked him why he'd stopped. He was sitting back on his haunches, stroking my bum cheeks and he had his dick out and was fondling it. He smiled at me, rubbed his thumb over my bum hole and said, "I'm crazy about you Alfie. I'm crazy about your beautiful bum. I really want to fuck you. Do you think it's time we try it? You have said you want me to do it one day. You like three fingers up you and my dick won't feel much different."

 

I looked into his eyes and then at his beautiful dick and decided to reward him for everything that he'd done to me, so I sort of shrugged my shoulders and said, "Go on then, but if it's really hurting will you promise to stop?"

 

He gave me a reassuring smile and said, "I promise. It's nice and soft and juicy now, so if I use three fingers first with lots of Vaseline, then I'm sure we can do it."

 

I did like him having three fingers up me, especially when he was sucking my dick and finger fucking me at the same time. So I nodded and let him get on with it.

 

Lots of times we'd half done it before. Without actually being inside me, he liked wanking himself off while just the tip was inside my bum hole, and when he came, some of his spunk would go up me and the rest would spill out over my balls and run down my legs. (That's why I had the bath towel on the rug under me. That wanking off in my bum hole would have followed him tonguing me out.)

 

So, this time now I'd agreed he could try and get his dick right in me, after he'd put plenty of Vaseline on his three fingers and he'd been finger fucking for me a bit, he snuggled up behind me as he normally would when he was wanking himself off up my bum. Then he asked me to pull my bum cheeks wide. I did as he asked and felt his dick against my hole. He was holding it and working it around in circles like he normally did, and then he pushed hard against me. I felt my bum hole stretching and it wasn't really painful, and then I felt it go in me. But the nice thing was that once his nob was inside me, because his dick was narrower behind his nob, once he was inside me it wasn't much different than when he was pushing three fingers up me. I remember that Big Ben had just started chiming for the ten `o'clock news when he went into me, and almost before the TV presenter had stopped telling us what was going to be in the news, Mr Wolf was so excited at what was happening that he was emptying all his spunk inside me. So that was really the first time that Mr Wolf got to fuck me properly.  

 

And so that became a common thing with us... and it became a dual purpose thing because it became a good place to get rid of most of his spunk, and, as anyone who has had man-sex should know, spunk can be a messy thing. So you have to take measures to try and make it not messy, and one of those ways is to deposit it in the willing bum of a little boy, if he'll let you, and I was more than happy to help out once I discovered that it was actually quite nice. Besides, he always did it after he'd had tongue sex with my bum, and by then I was so worked up that I'd let him do almost anything he wanted to me.

 

There was another way where we could get rid of his spunk. I did tell you that it was an acquired taste, and by the time I was eleven I was sucking him off properly, and swallowing his spunk. Well, most of it. Whether I swallowed all of it depended on how long we'd gone before we met up again. If it had only been a few days, then I could swallow it all, but if it was a couple of weeks, then I would swallow as much as I could and then catch the rest in my hand, or, if I was naked, I would let it run down my chin and onto my body. So that's how we dealt with the messy side of man/boy sex. But why am I telling you about spunk so much? I'll tell you.

 

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I was eleven when I stayed at Mr Wolf's house one weekend when Dom was not there. We'd got a routine going. By the time I was eleven, I was even more randy at that age, so when I first arrived at the house, because I was so horny, Mr Wolf would always take me into the lounge and wank me off before we had tea. He would sit on the sofa; I would sit crossways in his lap, and then I would lie back and my bum would be in his lap and my dick was handy to get at after he'd pulled my jeans and underpants down onto my thighs.

 

Well, one day he did it, and after I'd had the feelings, he said to me, "Hey Alfie, my beautiful boy, I think you'd better see this!"

 

So I pushed myself up on my hands and looked at what he was doing. I could hardly believe my eyes. He was holding the end of my dick between two fingers, and there, coming out of my slit, was a blob of thick clear liquid! I knew immediately what it was, but I was so excited that I couldn't believe my eyes! But it was! Mr Wolf messed with it and then showed me how he could stretch it between his finger and thumb like a fine line of clear snot. My very first cum! How fantastic! I was excited, and so was Mr Wolf. In fact, he was so moved that his eyes were misted over. I knew why that was. I loved Dom's dad, but not as in proper love if you know what I mean. I loved him because he had always cared for me and I loved him because he was so sexy and because of how he'd introduced me to sex and how great he made me feel. But I was not in love with him. But he loved me in a proper way as in he was crazy about me. So that's why, when he asked me who should taste it first, I let him do it. I was rewarding him for all he'd done for me. So think about that! The boy that he loved had let him be the very first person in the world to have my very first man-juice. Yes, that first drop of spunk was the very first sign that I was changing from a boy into a man.

 

I've remembered that moment all my life. You only ever have a first time once.

 

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And now I'll move on to when I was twelve. Why? Because that's when we had our first proper fuck, and I mean our first proper fuck when he put every inch of his beautiful dick right inside me.

 

As I've told you, he had his nob up my bum and came in me, but I'd never allowed him to shove his dick right up me. I don't like pain a lot, so that's why I didn't. And only if you've been a boy and tried to get a big man dick up you will you understand how painful it can be. But there was a reason why I let him fuck me and I put up with the pain, and it wasn't all to do with making Mr Wolf have nice feelings.

 

For a start, by the time I was twelve, I had a few, wispy pubescent hairs around the base of my dick, and I could also make proper spunk. Not gallons of it like Mr Wolf could, but when Mr Wolf wanked me off, I would produce proper white creamy stuff into his fingers (which he would devour as if it was rice pudding), and if I hadn't seen him for a couple of weeks and if I'd managed to abstain for a couple of days before we met, I could even spurt a little bit. But that wasn't the reason why I let him fuck me. No, it was something else, and it was something else because I could make spunk properly. It's how the body works. Some things don't work until you become more developed, and making spunk means other parts are beginning to work.

 

One day, when Mr Wolf put his nob in me and I was feeling really horny because we hadn't done anything for three weeks (he had to go away on a job across the country and wasn't at home), he pushed in a bit further than he normally would. I was on my hands and knees on the bed when he did it. Because it hadn't really hurt me, I didn't object, and anyway, I was so busy wanking myself off while he was putting his nob in me that a little bit of pain wasn't a big deal. In fact I was doing my usual thing; because having a man dick in me was a comforting psychological thing, I would always push backwards and forwards on his nob to help me feel really gay. (I was a boy and I was being fucked by my man. Those are powerful gay feelings!) So I let him get on with it. I knew he wanted to really fuck me properly, even though he always told me that he would never hurt me. So I pushed back a bit further. And a bit further. And a bit further. And then something happened that had never happened to me before. Now I understand that it was because my body was developing, but back then I didn't know that. What was it that happened? I'll tell you!

 

I pushed back a bit further, and as his nob was rubbing in my tunnel, I felt a really funny feeling. Well, it wasn't funny really, it was the sort of feeling you get when the feelings are cumming. It shocked me. The vibes from it didn't just reverberate into my balls and up my dick; they made all the erotic zones in my body tingle. I'd never felt anything like it in my life before. So I turned round to look at Mr Wolf and told him what I was feeling and asked him what was happening.

 

He smiled at me and I don't think I'd ever seen him so happy. He stroked my back and told me that we should try it a bit more and we would see what it would do. So we did. I stopped wanking myself off and concentrated on working his dick in and out of my bum. He'd put plenty of Vaseline up me, so it wasn't really bad pain. In fact, it began to be a nice pain if you can understand what I mean. A bit like when somebody is biting your nipples and the nice feeling cancels out the pain. That's what was happening up my bum. Anyway, we carried on doing it, and all the while I was getting the nice pain, Mr Wolf's dick was going further up my bum. But I didn't care about that. In fact I was pushing back at him and helping him. And then it happened. The nice pain began to feel not like pain, but like being wanked off, and I was liking it so much that every bit of Mr Wolf's dick went inside me until his groin was bashing on my bum cheeks. (In reality, his dick was about six inches long and not a whopper of eight inches or more.) And that's when the feelings came without me touching my dick. It was the craziest, most beautiful feeling, and it was helped because, when the feelings came, Mr Wolf unloaded every bit of his spunk right up inside me. I couldn't feel it going in me, but just the thought of what was happening was super-sexy-gay-boy-man feelings.

 

Afterwards, we talked, and Mr Wolf explained all about the birds and the bees of gay sex and how some gay men's g-spot is their prostate, which is inside their bum. I remember I gave him lots of cuddles. Once again my wonderful Mr Wolf had taken me to new heights. Mr Wolf was the very first person to stimulate my prostate to the point where the feelings would come without my dick was involved. And just like when he was the first person to make me make spunk, he was the first person to do that. I've also remembered that moment all my life. As I said before, you only ever have a first time once.

 

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So life went on for me and Mr Wolf. Some things changed. For a start, I was seeing less of Dom. He was getting older, making new friends, and when we became early teenagers, he spent more time with his mates and saw less of his dad and me. But I was still seeing Mr Wolf regularly. He was my gay sex outlet, and he was damned good at it. Sexually, he was giving me everything I needed, especially when we got into the fucking me properly stage. By the time I was fourteen, I could take his entire dick up me easily, and I could shoot loads of spunk. And I'd got a good tuft of pubic hair. And then things all went wrong when I was fifteen.

 

Now I'm almost sixty, I can understand what was going on, but at the time I was really hurt by what happened between us. I'm talking about how me and Mr Wolf eventually went our separate ways.

 

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Think about it. Mr Wolf had already told me that he had wanted me sexually since I was eight years old. He was a pedo. A lovely and wonderful pedo as far as I was concerned. But pedos love boys and not young men. Well, it depends on a pedo's age of attraction. In Mr Wolf's case, I can see now that his real age of attraction was probably boys aged from about eight to thirteen. The fact that we lasted until I'd just turned fifteen was because of the fantastic affair we had. At fifteen I was a young man and not a boy. So how did it end? I'll tell you.

 

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Something was going on between us and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Mr Wolf began to make excuses that he would be doing this or that, and we wouldn't see each other so often. Then, one Saturday morning, because I was feeling so sexy, even though he said he was busy, I decided to go to his house to see if he was in so we could have sex, even if it was just a quickie to get me through to the next time when we could do it properly. Then, just after I'd set out, I saw his car coming towards me. I was walking on the pavement and there were a few people also walking on it, so I was just about to step out from among them and wave to try and catch his attention, when I thought I saw a tuft of blonde hair on the seat beside him, but by the time he went past me, I couldn't see anyone in the car with him. I was puzzled and thought perhaps I'd made a mistake. But then I thought about it some more, and the more I thought about it, the more certain I was that I had seen someone in the car with him.

 

Anyway, because I knew he wasn't there, I didn't bother going to his house. So I turned around and began my way back home. As I was walking, I started to ask myself questions. Suppose that was somebody else in the car with him? But who could it be? I put two and two together and came up with four. What did I always do when I was in the car with him locally? I would slump down in my seat so nobody would see us together. Either that or I would lie down on the back seat, and once we were away from the local area, I would then get in the front seat and sit normally with him. So what if that tuft of blonde hair I thought I'd seen was really blonde hair? Who would it be?

 

Half an hour later I was by the lock up garage. When we weren't in there, it was locked from the outside with a padlock through a hasp and staple. When we were in there, it was locked by bolts on the inside. I looked at the double doors. There was no padlock and it was bolted from the inside. I knew straight away what was happening. That tuft of blonde hair I thought I saw; really was a tuft of blonde hair, and most probably it was a young boy. And that boy and my Mr Wolf were now inside the garage, and they were probably having sex with each other. I was both furious and intensely jealous. So I kicked the door and ran away, crying my eyes out.

 

I never saw Mr Wolf socially ever again.

 

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But things happen for a reason. Looking back now, I recall that the novelty of what we became was wearing off by the time I was fifteen. It was just about sex. And then something happened that made me not bother about Mr Wolf anymore; and that event happened no more than two weeks after I'd discovered he'd got a new boyfriend.

 

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I was still in a sulking mood because of what Mr Wolf had done. I was bored at home, so I decided to go to the cinema. To this day I can't remember what the film was that I watched, but I do remember paying my money and going in and sitting on my own. I was on my own because the cinema was only part full and I could choose an empty seat by the wall end of the row of seats, and the nearest person was half a dozen seats away from me. I had another ulterior motive. I was still a horny little sod and I could have a wank in the dark, and that's why I took my coat off and put it over my lap. After about ten minutes and I was sure nobody was watching me, I got my dick out and started playing with it. Because having a wank in the pictures had been part of my planning when I left home, I'd brought a handkerchief with me. (Planning to have a wank was nothing new to me. I was still wanking off four or five times a day.)

 

So, there I was playing with my dick when, suddenly, a man came along the row of seats and sat next to me. I was surprised, and angry. Why hadn't he gone and sat somewhere else? There were plenty of empty spaces where he could have sat down and bothered nobody. That's what I would have done. In fact, that's what I had done! So there I was, sitting in my seat with my coat folded over my lap and my zip open and my dick stuffed hastily back inside my jeans and a man sitting next to me. I leaned towards the wall and tried to look at him using my peripheral vision.

 

He was a youngish man; about early twenties; sort of good-looking, and from what I could see, he had blonde hair. The sod was also a bully. As soon as he sat down, he knocked my arm off the armrest between us and put his on there. I was fuming! In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the snap button at the top of my jeans and the zip was open, I would have got up and gone and sat somewhere else. And the next thing I knew is that he relaxed completely and his leg was pressing against mine as if he'd known me for years. Then I began to work it out, and my thoughts were confirmed when he placed his hand on his knee and that hand was also touching my leg. That's when my throat went dry and my dick became hard. Sitting by me was a fellow pervert!

 

Those fingers began to move; sort of scratching his knee, but at the same time, they were rubbing against my leg. I'd been here before... a long time ago when Mr Wolf first began feeling me up. God, I was so excited! Then the fingers moved from his knee onto mine, and they began to stroke me. I could hardly breathe! Because I didn't stop him, they moved onto my leg and under the coat on my lap. Higher up my leg next, and then he found my open zip. And still I let him have his naughty way with me. My heart was beating so loud he must have been able to hear it! Then his hand found my dick, which was still through the hole in my Y-fronts, and he wrapped his fingers around it and began to stroke me. Then he suddenly stopped, took his hand away, and whispered in my ear, "I'm a long distance driver. My truck is parked nearby. I've got a sleeper cab. If you want me to suck you off, then follow me out. I'm going outside now. Wait a couple of minutes and then come with me if you want to." And at that, he got up and left the cinema.

 

As soon as he'd left, I sat and thought about things. Sex with a stranger? I'd never done that before. In fact, the only sex I'd ever had was with Mr Wolf, and that was in familiar surroundings. What to do? My dick made my mind up for me. It was throbbing like mad and it wanted to be sucked off, and it didn't care about the risks of doing it with a complete stranger. So I struggled with my jeans and managed to get my dick back inside my underpants and my zip up and the snap button closed, and I left the cinema.

 

But I'll tell you about what went on in the next part, which will be the final part of this story and I can finally explain: What's it all about, Alfie?

 

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Richard Darby. richt4t1958@gmx.com