You Never Know 3

The third and final part of this story. If you've got this far after reading the first two parts then congratulations on your endurance. The content naturally is about boys and men, in this case just one man, and includes matters of a sexual nature, so please do not read if you know you shouldn't.

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Sixteen-year-old Pete, sighed, worked his tongue over his sleep-sticky lips and wriggled his body into a more comfortable position, flat on his back with his hands behind his head.

He'd been summoned from sleep only moments before, his erotic dream interrupted by a slowly dawning consciousness that it was not entirely a dream. This morning, as every morning, he was being sucked from slumber by the fifty-two year old man he lived with.

He'd been woken this way for almost five years now, though not every morning in all that time. Until his sixteenth birthday he'd not lived full-time with his man, just most of the time. Now and again, for the sake of appearances, he'd slept at his mother's tower block apartment in the depressed concrete jungle of the inner city, but on the day he became legal he'd moved in properly.

He'd become his man's toyboy when he was just twelve, two weeks after starting at comprehensive school. He wasn't a virgin then, of course; virginity had been eagerly surrendered in the summer holidays before he started at the comp, surrendered to two teenage boys who'd spotted him on the beach with his hand down inside his swimwear and come to the correct conclusion that a boy who played with himself was a boy who'd let other boys play with him as well.

Their version of play extended as far as the removal of his virginity, and once that had been, somewhat painfully, achieved, he'd had the best holiday of his young life.

He'd been very nervous on starting at the `big' school; coming from where he did he knew all about the harsh realities of life and had no illusions about what was in store for him.

He was twelve and therefore smaller than anyone who was older than twelve and he had the intelligence level of building material. He was the perfect target for bullies.

The `Alternative Skills' department he'd been placed in was a mixed age group, each young boy allocated to an older one who had the task of protecting him. He'd been given Jonny Ireland, an ugly fifteen year old, who, being even thicker than Pete was, took his duty very seriously and never let his young charge out of his sight.

That even included going to the bogs with him, and, being the boy he was, a twelve-year-old who's only working brain cells were fully occupied with sex, Pete had cheerfully exposed his young boy bits for the older boy to admire.

To his delight, the older boy had done more than just visually admire, and within a couple of days he'd taken Ireland's considerable cock inside his twelve-year-old hole when their mothers were out working in the evenings.

Two weeks into term Ireland had asked him how he felt about having man cock shoved up there.

Naturally, he said he'd give it a go and it had been explained to him that Ireland was looking for a boy to replace him as fucktoy because he was about to start on the rent and Dwayne wasn't going to let him get fucked for free anymore.

Well, he knew Dwayne didn't he; Dwayne was his mother's pimp, and Ireland's mum's as well and he knew no-one messed with Dwayne, so obviously he'd agreed to help Ireland out.

It had been a bit of a shock when he discovered that Ireland's man was a teacher in their school and that Ireland went to him every break and lunch time to have his cock sucked, and home with him after school for fucking.

That sort of thing suited twelve-year-old sex crazed Pete just fine. And just one afternoon in bed with Eric, the teacher, had convinced him that life as a boytoy was a perfect life for a boy like him.

For one thing, it kept him from having to go on the rent; Dwayne had been pushing his mother to send him out to work – there's really good money in twelve-year-old boy arse after all – but Pete, much as he liked being fucked, still wanted some say in who it was that fucked him.

His mother had been all for him going with his teacher; it made her working easier as she could take customers home without having to bother about him being around while she worked, and with Eric looking after him properly she didn't have to spend money on his food and clothes.

He was getting a bit old now, though and had been doing his best to think about his future. He'd grown by more than a foot since Eric had first done him, though he was still nice and slender and he kept himself properly smooth. He'd grown a good three inches elsewhere as well, though not a lot in thickness, but Eric seemed to like what he had and never left him untouched for more than a few minutes at a time, so that part of things was still alright.

It was his age that really worried him. Naturally, Eric liked his boys younger than sixteen, what man doesn't, and Pete knew that at some point Eric would be looking for a replacement.

He'd worried about that a lot when he was fourteen even though he had no need to. At fourteen, Eric simply couldn't leave him alone; he was fucked daily and, even though his sperm production was at its height, by the time he went to sleep he had nothing left.

His problem was that Eric had been like that with him when he was twelve and thirteen as well, and although Eric insisted that fourteen was his favourite age, he had to shave now to keep things smooth and even his legs were starting to show signs of hair.

Pete was not the brightest star in the sky, in fact it would need a very powerful telescope to even spot his glimmer, and coping with more than one thought at a time was way beyond him. The one thought that was ever present was that he liked being Eric's toyboy, he liked being fucked regularly and sucked dry every day. Being Eric's boy had saved him from going on the rent, but how was he going to stay Eric's boy when he was getting older every day?

There was the problem of Dwayne as well, who constantly tried to get Pete to start working. Dwayne had expanded his business interests and got himself some agreements with one or two of the concierges at some of the posh hotels up West and was in bad need of more boys to meet the demand.

Pete had tried talking about it with Eric, but he wasn't very good at expressing himself. He was fine when it came to talking about sex, but anything else was a problem. Eric had simply said that he was fine and that having him as a fucktoy was absolutely perfect, and anyway, Eric had promised to keep him till he was sixteen or went on the rent, and Eric kept his promises.

He was still getting older, though, he couldn't stop it. Even though Eric had bought some electric thing that kept him smooth properly, he still inspected himself every day in case a new hair had grown somewhere.

It was his mother who had come up with a sort of solution to this huge problem. He'd been fourteen and a half and spending one of his few nights at his mum's cos she weren't working.

He'd told her what was worrying him and she understood straight away and told him to get his clothes off so she could have a look at him.

That weren't a problem and he let her inspect him and she took a good look and told him he was keeping himself fine for a man what liked boys, but could see that there might be a problem as he got a bit older.

"Men like that like their boys nice and young," she'd said and Pete told her that was his worry.

Eric still fucked and sucked him loads, but he just had this feeling that Eric had enjoyed doing other stuff, like licking his arse, more when he was twelve than he did now.

"Get him round here Saturday morning," his mum had said, "And we'll see if we can't sort it all out."

Eric had been well stunned by that. He'd taught at that school for more than twenty years and had cock off dozens of boys from the estate, and the arse off a few as well, but he still had no real idea how things worked there.

Most of the kids were thick as shit, but there were two things they all knew about. One was that they all wanted to use their cocks, and if there weren't no cunt around to fuck, either because they were too young to fuck one or because all the available fanny was taken, then they were okay with having their cocks used instead for a bit until some cunt became available.

Most of the boys Eric had sucked came into that category.

The second thing was that, if you were having your cock used, you kept your mouth well shut about it. It weren't that other kids would go for you and give you a bad time if they knew your cock were being sucked by some bloke or other, but because you knew you never landed someone who was doing you a favour in the shit.

Course, some of the kids went on the rent, and that weren't no social problem either; if a boy wanted to sell his arse then that were up to him, and anyway, their mums' probably needed the money.

And, course, if you did go on the rent then there was people like Dwayne who looked after you, and your mum was probably doing some work for him as well.

Sex stuff was fine as long as you kept to the rules and your mouth stayed firmly shut – except when you was doing sex stuff of course, you needed to open your mouth for that.

It just wasn't part of a world Eric understood; mothers being quite happy that their sons were getting sucked and fucked, even if it was only because a boy who is in bed with a man cannot be out on the streets getting into trouble with the filth at the same time, and a boy who's spunk is being eaten by a guy cannot use that same spunk to get a girl pregnant.

Eric had been more than happy to benefit from this way of behaving, but had never realised why he had so little difficulty in getting cocks to suck.

Meeting Pete's mother opened his eyes.

"Pete tells me you're still okay with fucking him," she said by way of an opening gambit, "Cos I have to tell you he's starting to get worried that he's getting too old for you."

It took Eric a while of spluttering and coughing before he could get out a reply.

"I reckon he's probably good for another couple of years yet," she continued while Eric tried to recover, "But I knows men like you likes their meat young, an' he seems to think you found him better when you first had him than you do now."

"No," Eric finally managed, "I think he's perfect now."

"But you did like him when he were younger," Pete's mother stated, "Ain't no point in pretendin', you was all over his little arse then."

"First boy I ever had of that age, I suppose," Eric confessed.

"Liked it though," Pete's mother stated.

"Yes," Eric had to agree.

"That's fine," she said, sitting back in her chair. "Now me boy's got a problem an' I got one an' all. He's bothered that you ain't gonna want to keep him much longer an'll go looking for somethin' a bit fresher."

"Not at all," Eric protested, "I promised to look after him till he left school or went on the rent, and that I will do. I rather like him, as well," he tried a shy grin.

"Don't matter if you likes him," Pete's mother dismissed any sentimentality, "It's if you likes what he's got an' what he does with it what counts."

"That as well," Eric agreed.

"Dwayne wants to put him out to work; get decent money for him from the posh blokes up west. An' what Dwayne wants he usually gets."

"If Pete wants to go to work I won't stop him," Eric shrugged, "I'd rather he didn't, but it is his choice."

"No it ain't; it's Dwayne's choice. If he says the boy goes on the rent then that's what he does, an' that's all there is to it. Dwayne's the boss round here."

Eric shrugged, he was at a complete loss in an alien world.

"But I've spoke to Dwayne an' he's come up with a deal. His business is gettin' bigger an' he needs more boys, young boys. He don't do virgins cos they's too dodgy, so he needs boys what's been broken in a bit, knows where a bloke's cock goes."

Eric nodded, renting out boys was not his world but one he could at least partly understand.

"Round here we all knows everyone else, an' knows their business an' all. Pete knows all the kids, an' he knows the ones what's likely to do what they're told if their mothers need a bit of extra cash."

Eric nodded again; one thing he did know about the tower blocks was that they were almost all occupied by single parent families.

"So what Dwayne's come up with is that Pete gets the likely ones, gets them started an' then passes them on to Dwayne. He gets a finder's fee for everyone he passes on. If he does that then Dwayne won't rent him an' you can keep him."

"You mean that Pete has to procure boys for Dwayne?" Eric was stunned and shocked.

"Yeh. Easy enough for him to do an' he ain't got no problems with it. Fancy a bit of young hole now, don't you, Pete," she grinned at her son who was, as usual, playing with himself, "An' that skinny little thing what he's got between his legs be just about right for young kids"

"Wouldn't mind," Pete agreed.

"An' what's in it for you is you gets to keep Pete as your fuckboy, an' gets to sample the new ones an' all."

"You gets to watch me gettin' them started," Pete giggled, knowing just how much Eric enjoyed watching boy on boy porn, "An' then, when I's broken them in you can check they're ready for rentin'. Mum reckons that way you won't get bored with me cos you'll have some young stuff to do an' all."

Shock, horror, repulsion and lust passed through Eric's mind in that order, lust, naturally, drowning the rest.

Eric had discovered two years before that sex with not-yet-teens was a different experience than sex with boys who were teens. A teen boy's main attraction for Eric was his cock, but younger boys didn't have cocks worth dealing with. They did have hands and mouths and arses though and Pete, at twelve, had brought Eric to an appreciation of those.

Then, for the next two years, Pete had provided him more examples of `naughty age' boys to appreciate.

They began, not surprisingly, with the little boy Pete was `looking after' in the Alternative Skills Department.

A tiny creature called Ravi; as his name suggested he was of Indian origin, though a native of the tower block estate who came complete with seemingly huge eyes and a huger mouth. He was all smiles, but still only eleven years old, younger even than Pete had been when Ireland had given him to Eric.

"He ain't got hardly anythin' there yet," Pete announced by way of introduction when he shoved the boy into Eric's Seat after school one Thursday, "But I got him suckin' okay already, Needs to deal with his arse now."

Eric was far from sure that he should be getting involved in the preparation of a boy that young and small for the rental market and it showed on his face.

"Don't brick yourself," Pete grinned, "Ravi knows what it's all about. His ol' man's just got himself sent down so his mum needs the cash. I knows he ain't got a cock yet, but the blokes what's gonna be doin' him ain't interested in cock, is they."

"What about Ravi's mother?" Eric asked, feebly.

"Oh yes, sir, she is knowing," Ravi gave an enormous grin, "Mister Dwayne has seen her and will give her two hundred pounds for me when I am ready."

"An' me mum gets fifty an' all," Pete boasted, "An' I gets to fuck him."

Even knowing what he now did about the way of life in this inner city concrete jungle, Eric was still shocked that any mother would sell her eleven-year-old son to a pimp so that he could be rented out, but the boy himself seemed completely unbothered about it.

"If you eats him an' fingers him first, like what you did to me," Pete explained, "Then I'll fuck him an' he'll be ready for Dwayne."

Eric did; his mind said he shouldn't, but his mind was no real competition for his lust. Eating out twelve-year-old Pete had been a delight, an eleven-year-old might just be equally as delightful.

It was.

The boy was so small, so young. His tiny hole, freshly washed, was so sweet, so tight. So tight that even tongue couldn't enter there with any degree of ease and Eric had to work hard to make it yield.

He licked and poked, licked more, fastened his lips around it and sucked, did everything he knew to make it open just a little.

Small waves of disgust at himself for what he was doing washed through him, but never enough to stop his tongue working.

The little boy varied from gasping and moaning to whimpering as his hole was worked, his almost brainless mind moving from the acceptance of the inevitable to wanting it to stop, never to have happened.

So easy, Eric thought as the tip of his tongue at last started to get through the boy's weakening defences, so easy to become a pervert.

Eating an eleven-year-old boy's arse, preparing him for fucking, was a long way from enjoying willing adolescent cock, but waves of disgust had been replaced by tsunamis of lust, and no way was Eric going to stop until his tongue was as deep inside that tiny hole as it was possible to get it.

Success eventually and inevitably achieved, Eric came off the small boy's well tongued hole and left the rest to Pete. Now he'd finished his meal, delicious as it had been at the time, he felt nothing but disgust with himself, couldn't even bring himself to finger the boy open.

Eric left the bedroom, heading off for a cigarette, not wanting to watch the violation to come. A piercing, shrill scream announced the departure of the eleven-year-old's virginity – skinny though Pete's cock was it was still plenty big enough to cause pain.

"No more that young," Eric had later told Pete who simply shrugged. As far as he, his mother, and the boy's mother were concerned it was money in the bank, nothing more and nothing less. The boy's mother needed money and the boy's arse was a sellable asset, an asset that could be sold time and time again, not just once only.

Fortunately for Eric, Pete did not have to supply Dwayne with a constant stream of boys. Holding stock he had no market for was not profitable, so Pete supplied on demand, and, perhaps surprisingly, the main demand was for boys in their early teens, boys of an age that Eric had no concerns about helping to prepare for work.

 

Sixteen year old Pete stretched out his awakening body, revelling as he always did in his wake-up suck. At times like this he could forget his worry that Eric might dump him for something younger; Eric needed teen cock to suck, especially first thing in the morning, and Pete knew that Eric still, somehow, laboured under the illusion that finding another mid-teen to sleep with him every night would not be easy.

In fact Pete knew of at least a dozen teens in the tower block estate who would be eager to take over from him, but that was something he kept to himself. If he could hang onto Eric for just a bit longer he could pile up enough cash to start his own business. Dwayne was losing interest in boys – they made money, but more could be made from girls of the same age and Dwayne had already hinted to Pete's mum that he wouldn't mind sub-contracting out the boy side, a sort of franchise thing, so Dwayne still made money but without having to do any of the organising.

Pete tensed his long, slender, baby-smooth thighs in anticipation of his imminent spunk flow. It was a particularly pleasurable flow because he was also thinking about what he had lined up for the afternoon, and, thinking about that, he fed Eric a very reasonable breakfast.

He spent ages tarting himself up later. Obviously Eric wanted him naked all the time, and there was nothing wrong with that, but a little tarting did no harm at all.

Mascara, pink eye shadow, a little blusher with a hint of extra red on his lips and nails, both fingers and toes, a deeper pink than his eye shadow, turned him from a teen boy who was available for sex into a teen boy who was obviously interested in nothing else, a boy who used his arse as an exit point once a day but wanted it used for entry a lot more often than that.

He wasn't going to allow Eric to fuck him though, not yet. He wanted Eric's sperm at boiling point for the afternoon and he'd had a lot of practice at getting Eric's sperm to boil.

It would be good to stay with Eric for a bit longer, but if this afternoon's deal came off, well, you never know.

Eric was naked when the door buzzer sounded that afternoon. Nothing unusual in that – Eric liked being naked and if Pete had organised something for training then the sight of a naked man waiting for him would eliminate any lingering doubts as to the nature of the training involved.

The buzzer did three short buzzes, the signal that Pete had arrived with whatever he had that needed training, so Eric, naturally, answered the door without bothering to conceal things first.

For three heartbeats Eric thought he had made the wrong decision there, but it was Pete, dressed in pink tee and pink jeans with all his make-up on, and an obviously not-yet-teen who was a wonderful milky-coffee colour and built like a bamboo cane.

There was a third boy as well, also cafe-au-lait in colour, more of him than the other as he was very definitely a teen of the perfect age, and stunningly gorgeous to look at.

Both boys were of that racial mix that inner cities can produce – Afro-Caribbean combined with Southern Asian and a healthy dash of Northern European; they were obviously brothers.

Eric did not know that Mo Stollen had a brother. He did know Mo Stollen though, the gorgeous boy sat in the front row of his Year Nine maths class, a boy who daily gave Eric cause to wonder what lay concealed inside his grey school trousers.

"Hi, Sir," the gorgeous Mo smiled, "You seem pleased to see me." The boy's eyes, twinkling with amusement, took in the effect he was already having on Eric's not-yet-spunked-today cock.

It was an effect he was well aware of having on his maths teacher, though this was the first time he had seen that effect in the flesh.

"Garf's me brother," he said as he made his way past an open-mouthed and very nearly fully hard Eric; "Name's Garfield, but we calls him Garf, cos Garfield's a bit of a mouthful, an' no way is he a mouthful yet."

"Get yer kit off boys," Pete ordered when the door was shut, "You ain't here for no fashion show."

Garf giggled and Mo gave Eric a look that very clearly said, "I know this is something you've been waiting for," and clothes began to be removed.

A naked Garf was something worth seeing; slender as a bean-pole but never skinny, his still soft cock dangled a good middle-finger's length over tight, still pouched-up balls; his Afro-Caribbean genes gave him thick, very kissable lips and the Asian element provided him with high cheek-bones and almost almond eyes. Eric could not conceive how he had failed to notice this particular budding delight in the school corridors.

Mo's clothes removal completed the final stages of Eric's erection. Slim but solid, with thighs to drag the spunk from any man who delights in boys, Mo's essential detail dangled a still soft, plump five inches over balls that looked as though they had a very full load in them, all ready to be pumped out when the need arose.

"You gets Garf's hole ready, me an' Mo's gonna do some snogging practise," Pete announced.

"He's properly clean," Mo said, "We made sure we were before we came."

Eric looked slightly surprised, which earned him a wonderful grin from the delectable Mo.

"Pete said you'd be doin' some stuff back there what we ain't had done before. Said we'd love it an' all," his grin being definitely one of anticipation.

Eric's fifty-two-year-old hardeness was quite remarkable for a pill-free one, the understanding that he was going to taste delightful Mo's hole as well as his young brother's sending a fresh flow of blood to where it matters.

Before he could do that though, he was obliged to do his duty with not-yet-teen Garf, a duty he began by finding out if the four-foot-six bean-pole knew what kissing was.

Surprisingly, as he played the mouth-to-mouth game of `find the tonsil' with a boy who really wasn't old enough to know where tonsils were kept, let alone have the remotest idea of how to go about finding one, he felt not one single pang of guilt. Not only did young Garf know where tonsils are, he was surprisingly adept in trying to find them, and his searches, combined with Eric's hands roving all over every inch of his young flesh that could be reached, resulted in him sprouting a more than respectable bone for a not-yet-teen.

More than encouraged by the boy's evident delight in the way his training was going, Eric popped him on his back, lifted his legs and dived in for what he hoped would be the appetiser for his main meal of Mo's teenage hole.

The boy squealed and squirmed, panted, moaned and gasped, all sounds and movements that betrayed sheer delight in the events going on down below, a delight that was shared by Eric.

Pete's twelve-year-old hole had been delicious enough four years ago, and Eric had been obliged to munch away at a few others since, but nothing compared with the sheer sweetness of the one he was working on now.

All good things must come to an end, and there was more work to be done. Garf had a hole that Eric had no qualms about stretching, the young boy had enough cock to suck while he was being fingered open and Eric gobbled greedily at the not-yet-teen, tungsten steel hard item while his lubed fingers worked their way inside.

Garf gave a little grunt and a long `Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh,' when he was penetrated, entered far more easily that Eric had expected, and the `Aaaaaaaahhhhh,' became an `Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm' when second and third fingers joined the first.

"Think he's ready," Eric muttered, finally letting go of young boy, a young boy who was grinning so widely his face was almost split in two.

Pete parted company from Mo, the two teens had been watching rather than doing, Eric swapping places with him so he sat beside the older boy, wondering which bit of his milk chocolate coloured body to taste first.

The teen's chocolate lollipop had grown from rest to active status, and the boy, noting Eric's fixed stare, grinned,

"M over B equals LF."

"Not a formula I'm familiar with," Eric said, just a shade slow on the uptake.

"Man over boy equals lush fun," Mo sniggered, "Or so I'm told."

"Maths lessons will never be the same again," Eric sighed and reached for a handful of boy-joy.

"Hope not," Mo sighed as he leaned back and revelled in his first feel of teacher hand on pupil cock, "And don't make the mistake of thinking you've anywhere near solved the problem yet. I want you to go through all the details."

Unlike most of the boys Eric had enjoyed, Mo was not thick, he was one of the brightest boys Eric had the pleasure of teaching, and giving him some new, private lessons was a wonderful prospect.

Eric didn't get down to business straight away, having to initially content himself with a manual exploration of Mo's tasty flesh because the teen wanted to watch, understandably, his young brother's cherry being popped.

Pete's boy plunderer, being less thick than three of Eric's fingers, accomplished this task with a surprising minimum of difficulty and an equally surprising considerable degree of delight from young Garf, who cooed with pleasure as Pete's length disappeared from view inside him.

"Hope he likes that as much as he does sucking," Mo commented as fucking began, and, from the look on Garf's face, his hope was in with every chance of being realised.

Mo proved himself to be even better at mouth to mouth erection stimulation than he was at maths, and for some twenty minutes Eric enjoyed the most passionate snogging session he could recall. Naturally, for much of that time, Mo's cock was in Eric's hand, just as his was in Mo's, and Eric revelled in the feel of decent sized teen cock and in the feel of an eager teen hand.

Pete's six and a bit skinny inches were okay, but Mo had a similar length and twice the thickness, an adolescent cock well worth adoring.

Having thoroughly sampled the inside of Mo's mouth Eric started on finding out what the rest of the boy tasted like.

"Fuck," Mo muttered, "Never thought getting your pits licked would feel sexy," a comment followed by, "Jesus, I felt that right down to my toes," when his nipples were nibbled, "Could make me spunk doing that!"

"Been known," Eric agreed before demonstrating that something similar could well happen when the sensitive insides of boy thigh were licked, kissed and nibbled as well.

"For fuck's sake suck me," Mo pleaded, but Eric ignored his plea and hoisted his legs aloft instead so the teen could experience the same exquisite torment as his brother had done when his hole was licked and tongued.

Pete by now had unloaded into the not-yet-teen and both were watching the events while Pete reloaded for a second go.

Once again Eric only ended his meal of arse when his mouth became tired, but not so tired that, when Mo's legs came down, he was unable to finally sample the flavour of adolescent cock.

It was only a brief suck because Mo needed lubing up for the next stage, but enough to convince Eric that Mo had a cock well worth the sucking.

"Yummy chocolate cock," he grinned at the boy who grinned back.

"Wanna taste some chocolate cream?" he asked hopefully, "You can do that while you're fingering me if you want. You can fuck me after I've spunked, no trouble. Heard it goes in easier that way."

Mo's cock was just delicious, Eric remembering just how much he liked cock that was fourteen years' old. All teen cock is worth a suck, Eric had never denied that, but an uncut, long-foreskinned, decently thick cock of fourteen is the grand crux of cock, and the cream it produces must surely be the nectar of the gods.

Eric suckled Mo's weapon with an unashamed and uninhibited mix of lust and admiration. He worshipped the ample, but not huge, tube of pleasure with lips, tongue and throat, bringing moans of enjoyment from the boy and producing more than a few scratches on his own back as Mo dug nails in deep.

The boy's balls were nicely full, but a little on the hairy side – Mo had not yet been taught the advantages of using a razor. Eric abandoned, just this once, his insistence on hairless flesh and suckled them anyway. Boys like having their balls licked and sucked and Eric wanted to please this boy.

At the appropriate moment Eric eased a lubed finger into the boy. Mo was tight, virgin tight, but his hole was a long, long way from being the first that Eric had teased open, and with Mo even more keen on being fingered than Eric was in fingering him, his adolescent hole opened with a minimum of fuss and welcomed in the gently probing digit.

Two more soon followed, found the magic button and the boy shuddered and unloaded, filling Eric's mouth with delicious chocolate-boy cream.

Cock went where fingers had been while the fourteen-year-old boy was still a jelly from his orgasm, and Mo became yet another teenage ex-virgin inhabitant of the concrete towers.

Naturally, Eric sucked and fucked Pete regularly, but there was something missing. Willing and compliant as Pete was he now failed to raise any lust in Eric, indeed there was little more than basic satisfaction.

Eric had tried the cane, hoping that the boy's squeals and yells would ignite some sort of fire, but even when he caned Pete's thighs so hard that he produced real screams and the boy's spunk shot out a good three feet while the tears were streaming down his face, Eric's lust fire remained stubbornly unlit.

The boy was getting old, Eric mentally sighed, not a patch on the delicious, chocolate, fourteen that was Mo.

"Gonna move back to me mum's," Pete told Eric on the Sunday evening after Mo and his young brother had been broken in. "She's gonna be takin' over runnin' the boys from Dwayne. Stickin' to the little ones cos there's more money in them, an' cos you ain't keen on breakin' them in she reckons it'd be better if I done them at her place."

"Well, said I'd look after you till you left school," Eric accepted, "And you've left school."

"Yeh, was okay," Pete agreed, "An' I never had to do no rent or stuff, so thanks for that. Don't reckon you'll have too many probs findin' another kid."

Eric was less certain of that – it was five years since he'd tried to hunt one down, but for some -reason he felt quite relieved that the time with Pete was over.

The Monday was Eric's first day of cock-free break and lunch time, the first such school day for a very long time. Pete had finished school now, not having enough brain to negotiate any exam paper beyond putting his name on it, the rest of the school below Year Eleven still had more than three weeks to go.

There was, however, the small compensation of Year Nine maths which came complete with milk-chocolate coloured Mo.

Disappointingly the boy behaved no different from usual, just another pupil in a class, no indication that he was a pupil who had allowed his virginity to be removed by his teacher a couple of days before.

Only when the bell went and the class rushed for the door did Mo do something different. He was slow putting his books away and when he was the only boy left, said, seemingly innocently,

"Could I have a word with you at lunchtime, Sir?"

Eric was impatient for lunchtime to arrive; what Mo wanted to have a word about he had no idea and didn't care, the boy would be in his room and that was enough.

Lunchtime arrived, and so did Mo. Eric heard the outer door to his classroom open and shut and he thought he heard the soft snap of the lock being fastened, but that, he was sure, was no more than wishful thinking.

Mo was a wonderful, gorgeous, widely smiling boy when he walked into Eric's little office.

"Wondered if you fancied a stick of chocolate, Sir," he grinned, "And some cream as well."

"I'd love it, Mo," a very surprised Eric managed to say, though it took a few seconds before he was able to say it.

"Good," the chocolate fourteen grinned even wider, "Made Garf go without this mornin' just in case."

It was some time before Eric was able to ask Mo what he meant by that because thinking and asking questions is not easy when a fourteen-year-old boy is pressed close against you, arms wrapped round waist and shoulder and mouth pressed against yours.

Eric didn't even think about asking, all his concentration going on tongue-wrestling with the boy and fumbling the belt and zip of his school trousers undone. Even when that had been accomplished Eric was faced, for the first time in years, with the additional problem of underwear, but his hand soon managed to find a way inside and grasp the lovely hardness of firm, fourteen-year-old cock.

Pupil and teacher moaned with pleasure, a pleasure that was not unconnected to lust, as it appeared that both teacher and pupil had the same opinion about what should happen to fourteen-year-old cock, and very soon Mo was sitting, trousers and briefs round his ankles, shirt pulled high out of the way, his cock deep in Eric's mouth.

Eric made it last – a mouthful like Mo's was not something to deal with in a hurry, it needed to be worshipped and adored, and Eric did both.

He tasted every fraction of it, lips right down to the tight curl of black pubic hair, peeled head into the tightness of his throat; lip-covered teeth nibbling the eased-back-up ample bud of foreskin, tongue teasing the slit; Eric used all the skills he had developed in almost forty years in the art of boy-cock sucking.

He brought Mo to the edge three times with his mouth, dismissing any physical complaints by his jaws that enough was enough – no-one can have enough of fourteen-year-old cock.

Eventually Eric took pity on the boy who was in agonies of need, and allowed his spunk to flow, just the head of Mo's cock resting on his tongue so he could enjoy each and every spurt and dribble, savouring the wonderful flavour of mid-teen cream to the full.

"You certainly know what to do with a boy's cock," Mo grinned and sighed at the same time, half-sitting, half-lying in the chair, his still fully exposed teen delight slowly softening.

"Cock like yours deserves the full treatment," Eric smiled and gave the almost soft item a little kiss before rising from his knees. "Better cover up, though, I should unlock the door."

Mo was properly dressed when Eric returned, but Eric thought he looked almost as tasty in his school shirt and trousers as he did without them.

"So what did you want a word about?" Eric asked the freshly sucked boy, and lit himself a cigarette.

"Pete's leaving you, isn't he," Mo said, "So you'll be looking for a new boy. I wanted to get my application in first, before word gets around that you're available."

"Sorry?" a rather slow on the uptake Eric asked.

"Everyone knows you're a well good, safe daddy," Mo explained, "So there'll be quite a few kids hoping to take over from Pete." Mo worked out from the look on Eric's face that he was still not fully understanding. "Kids in the Towers got two choices, ain't they, find a daddy or go on the rent. I think," Mo said with a slightly wicked twinkle, "It's what's called responding to economic necessity."

Mo was definitely not thick as a brick!

"Thought you'd chosen rent," Eric said.

"One-off job," Mo explained, "Pete's mum set it up; some filthy rich bloke wanted a fourteen and his young brother and mum said we could do it and put the money towards a proper holiday. We ain't had one for years."

"How much did you get?"

"Two hundred, but Pete's mum kept half of that. Bloke was decent though, gave us another two cos Garf was okay about being fucked."

"Talking of Garf," Eric said, "I'm surprised I don't recall seeing him around school."

"That's cos he ain't here yet," Mo shrugged, "Still at Primary."

"How old is he?" Eric asked, suspicion growing in his mind that Garf was not just young, he was a little too young.

"Ten," Mo shrugged again, "But he's well into cock."

"So it seems," Eric said, unable to keep the hint of disapproval from his voice.

"And I got to be honest," Mo admitted, "I'm applying for Garf an' all. Mum won't let me go with you unless you takes Garf as well. No way can he be left on his own when mum's at work."

"What does she do?" Eric, not unnaturally expecting to hear that her work was mostly of a horizontal nature.

"Does nights at the hospital," Mo told him. Nights pays more than days."

"And she's willing to let her ten-year-old boy be with someone, knowing that they will probably be fucking him?"

"Live in the Towers, don't we," Mo shrugged, "It's what happens. Lot better than being rent, though," he added.

Eric lit another cigarette, offering the packet to Mo, who took one with a smile,

"Thanks," he said, "Don't smoke much, can't afford them."

"Let's get this straight," Eric decided things ought to be made fully clear, "You are offering to replace Pete and throwing your ten-year-old brother in as part of the deal?"

Mo looked a little hesitant and awkward, but he was a boy from the Towers and knew what life was about.

"Everyone knows you like boys," he said quietly, "An' that's fine, cos all the kids in the Towers know what their cocks and arses are for, an' if you wants to make a bit of cash or get to live somewhere that ain't shit then you uses your cock an' your arse, don't you. I know you fancies me cos I seen the way you look at me in class, an' I reckon that if you hadn't had Pete you'd have made a move an' I'd have dropped me trousers without a second thought. There's loads of kids what'd bend over for you if they thought there was a chance of landing you as a daddy cos everyone knows you look after the boys you get, an' most of us don't want to go on the rent unless we ain't got no choice."

"So I'm the alternative to rent, am I?"

"Yeh." That came out as a low-voiced admission, as though Mo was almost ashamed of saying it.

"Know how to make a boy feel good, though," he added with a weak grin.

"Thanks," Eric smiled, "Not difficult when the boy is a tasty, chocolate fourteen with a very nice cock, though."

"Yours if you want it," Mo stated, "But so's lots of others."

"I want more than just the cock, I want the complete boy," Eric knew he could no longer be satisfied with cock alone, not after four years of indulging himself in everything that Pete's body had to offer.

"Of course," Mo agreed, "After what you did to me the other day I ain't gonna be happy with just me cock getting seen to."

"And I hate body hair," Eric laid down his condition.

"You want me as smooth as Garf that's fine by me."

"Then your application is accepted," Eric grinned, hardening at the wonderful prospect of having this particularly delicious fourteen-year-old in his bed on a regular basis.

Mo surprised him by smiling but also by shaking his head.

"You gonna get plenty more to choose from," he pointed out, "Your lunchtimes'll be well busy for a bit. Might find one you fancy more than me."

"I doubt that," Eric was quite certain about that.

"Be daft if you didn't try them all out, though," Mo grinned wide, "Never let a cock go unsampled. And there's one or two well nice ones, I can tell you."

"Know about that, would you?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"Course I do. Live in the Towers, don't I."

"Into a bit of boy now and again, are you?" Eric was liking Mo more and more.

"Too right," Mo grinned, "Specially the ones like Garf. Just you wait till he's got your cock in his mouth an' you'll see why."

Instead of being horrified at the thought of being sucked by a boy of ten, Eric found himself very keen on the prospect of watching his spunk being eaten by that slender, unforgivably young boy.

"Best sort things with your mother, then," Eric said, "If you are going to be my new boy."

"New boys," Mo giggled. "Mum's gonna be well pleased we won't have to do no more rent." He stubbed out the end of his cigarette, thought for a moment before saying, "We can be round at about seven tonight if you want. Probably won't be able to stay over for a few days, but you never know. An' I'll make sure I'm proper smooth for you," he added with a wicked grin.

 

There you go. Eric seems to be well set up and with some interesting times ahead.

 

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