Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 19:30:44 -0800 (PST)
From: length length <llength@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Sydney Summer

     Darting across the scorching sand, maneuvering my burning feet through
the maze of colorful fabrics and idle bodies; I checked out the scene
looking for a spot to drop my stuff. Not too close to the flags, a bit away
from the main crowd. Not that there were that many people anyway, being a
weekday an all.

     I ended up toward the northern end of the beach, sprinting the
remaining distance, my feet on fire; dropped my stuff in a heap, and jumped
on the towel.

     "Fuuuck, fuck fuck fuck!"

     `Shit that's hot,' I thought.

     Quickly I spread the towel, stripped down to my Speedo's, and attained
the classic beach pose. Flat on my back. Soon I was dozing to the lulling
sound of breaking waves.

     Before long, my skin began to tingle with the sun's intensity and it
was time to roast the other side. Lazily I rolled over, taking the towel
with me. "Shit!" now I was half covered in sand.

     It wasn't till I had settled, my hands tucked flat under my chin, that
my gaze averted toward what had previously lain behind me. Someone had
planted themselves directly above me, a few meters away, with a board lying
alongside. Apart from that, there were only a few other people within my
scope of vision, which was bounded to the rear by the fence protecting the
stabilisation of the sand dunes.

     Intuitively, my eyes returned to the lithe form resting in front of
me. Being at ground level my view was somewhat restricted, however, upon
closer inspection the body seemed to belong to that of a youth. My vision
was limited mainly to the legs and upper torso, the face obscured.

     Traces of fine golden hair around his calves, and a slight mound in
the crutch region confirmed that indeed it was a boy. Whilst the legs were
shapely, in a gangly sort of way, and the feet large, an indication of that
awkward in-between stage, I still had no idea about his appearance.
Nonetheless, it was still fun to perve along his legs, straining to get a
glimpse up the inside leg of his boardies.

     Crooking my neck to get a better look, I could see the gentle rhythm
of his breathing. He was a beautiful berry brown, his chest smooth and
still developing.  Some definition had begun to appear in his upper body
and arms, probably due to the surfing. His nipples remained small and boy
like.

     His wraparound sunnies and the angle of his head still made it
difficult to get a clear look at his face. His hair seemed to be a dirty
blond, probably sun streaked, and fairly long.

     Without warning, the body shuffled and began righting itself.

     Wanting to remain inconspicuous, my immediate response was to ease my
head back down; hoping he hadn't seen me. I pretended to be asleep,
entrusting the depth of tint in my sunnies to conceal my perverted
intentions.

     Reaching forward, the boy clasped his ankles, tensing his muscles in
an attempt to stretch. He sat like this for a few seconds with his head
tilted forward, his tussled shoulder length hair falling over his face.

     Relaxing his grip, he reached his hands upward, sweeping his wavy
golden mane to the back of his head, simultaneously, folding his legs
inward so they rested against his chest. Next, he loosely locked his arms
around his legs.

     In this position, the material now taunt, the outline of his cock
became more prominent. I was finding it increasingly difficult to avert my
gaze and was thinking that either this kid was well endowed or he was
beginning to sport a hardon. There was also a fine trail of hair extending
upward, tapering just below his navel.

     Lying on my stomach was becoming uncomfortable, yet I was unable to
move for fear of exposing my own boner, and, even more importantly, not
being able to watch the kid.

     Thankfully, before long the boy began waxing his board. I used this
distraction to ease the mounting pressure on my groin by turning onto my
side. His being preoccupied also afforded me a safer opportunity to gawk. I
was treated to an eyeful of the kid's butt as it jiggled around in his
drawn up shorts in rhythm with the circular motion he was using to apply
the wax.

     This chore completed, he stood, picked up the board, tossed his
sunnies onto the towel, then turned and headed for the water. He passed
directly by my head, so close that for a split second I panicked that he
was going to trip over me. Out the corner of my eye, I'm sure that his gaze
was directed toward me, but in an attempt to remain discrete, I had lowered
my head as he approached.

     Avidly watching him as he headed toward the waves, I guessed him to be
about average height, slender build, broadening around the shoulders.

     Standing by the waters edge, he secured his leg rope before turning to
face the breaking waves. In one decisive movement, he launched his board,
at the same time lowering himself atop, then began to paddle furiously into
the surf.

     His mastery of the waves was a pleasure to watch, the exuberance of
youth, pure poetry in motion; a melding of the soul and elements.

     It was almost three-quarters of an hour later before he
reemerged. Shuffling through the shallows, board tucked under his arm, hair
plastered to his scalp; he made his way back to his spot.

     Again, he veered directly toward me, passing so close that he almost
trod on the edge of my towel. To my delight, he had not yet bothered to
draw the clinging material off his body, allowing me a true glimpse of his
flaccid member where it hung down the inside of his right leg.

     `Oh God,' so near, yet so far!

     Standing by his towel, he dug his board upright into the sand, then,
pulled his shorts loose, bent forward, ran his fingers through his hair
before vigorously shaking his head, sending out a spray of droplets in all
directions. Satisfied, he abruptly tossed his head back, catapulting the
long strands down the back of his head. Lastly, the shades enveloped his
face, but not before I got a gander of the most piercing blue eyes.

     Lowering himself to his towel, his body remained semi upright,
supported by his elbows, his legs slightly spread and crooked. `Oh, if only
to crawl between those divine thighs.'

     By now, the copious amount of water I had consumed was beginning to
take its toll and I needed to piss badly. Between contemplating the
considerable walk back to the surf club toilets, the stinging sand, and
willing my bone to subside, I finally mustered the motivation and started
jogging toward my destination.

     Passing close by the boy, I offered a brief smile as I thought he may
be watching me. No response.

     As I continued to sprint, I glanced back over my shoulder in the
direction of Surfer Boy. I must have startled him because he quickly looked
away. `Yes!' he must have been watching me.

     Standing at the urinal in the dank and dimly lit change rooms, trying
to decipher the writings on the wall; the only sound, that of my piss
splashing against the steel wall and heavy droplets hitting the trough; I
was somewhat startled when a scratchy voice broke the stillness. Taken
unaware, because, upon entering the facility I had determined that I was
alone, nor, heard the newcomer arrive.

     However, it was what was said that sent me reeling.

     "So. you wan'a suck my cock? I saw ya perv'n."

     Without thinking, I pushed my dick back up inside the elasticised leg
of my swimmers, piss now on my hands, Speedo's and running down my
leg. Turning, I found myself facing the kid whom I'd been mind fucking only
minutes earlier.

     His whole approach had me stunned, and it took me a couple of moments
to regain my composure and figure out how best to deal with this.

     My main concern was that this wasn't a trap. I knew that he had been
alone up till now, however, he could still wreak havoc simply by causing a
commotion, and that I could live without.

     As if reading my mind, the boy said, "It's cool dude, I'm not hassl'n
ya, I just saw ya look'n before and fought ya might wan'a have some
fun. I'm not a fag or nuff'n, and I don't wan'a do anyfing to you, but ya
know.maybe. I fought. you would wan'a have some fun wiv me.

     Like I said, I'm not a fag or nuff'n. no offence man, ." he trailed
off, obviously unsure of how to proceed.

     `This kid's cool,' I thought. I was totally getting off on his
breaking voice, faltering between the high and low octaves, one moment a
squeaky pitch, then unexpectedly lapsing into a deeper, more guttural,
sound.

     My mind was still gushing. I knew I had to say something, if only to
put the kid at ease. He stood before me fidgeting; through the semidarkness
I could see his eyes shifting nervously, from me to the floor then back
again.

     "Hey man, I'm flattered. are you sure you wan'a do this. have you ever
done this before?"

     "Yeah. if `ya' wan'a. and na, I haven't done this before. like I said,
I'm not into guys."

     "Yeah, I understand man. that's cool.

     So, did you have anything in mind?"

     "Na, whatever. maybe you could wank me a bit. or. maybe suck me off?"

     "Sounds good to me."

     "Should we do it here, or go into one of the dunnies?"

     Thinking fast, I replied, "There's a good chance we'll get busted if
we do it here and them dunnies are pretty small and scungy. Also, we could
have more fun if we went somewhere where we didn't have to hurry so
much. You don't know of any place around here where we could go, do ya?"

     He considered this for a moment, then suggested, "We could go to my
joint. It's just up the road."

     "Nobody'd be home?"

     "Na, Mum's at work and my little bro's at school."

     "Cool. you sure that's ok with you?"

     "Yeah man, no sweat, but don't fink I'm gon'a do anyfing faggy or
nuf'n.

     "But you can sure suck my dick," he reiterated.

     Heading back to gather our belongings, I learned that his name was
Kieran, he was almost seventeen. He attended the local high school,
however, had decided to `jig' today as the weather and surf conditions were
to good to pass up, and besides, school bored him shitless.

     As we jogged back to where our stuff was, Kieran was determined to
point out all the `hot look'n chicks', musing about what he'd like to do to
them, and, throwing in the occasional soft whistle for good measure. These
antics brought a smile to my lips, as it was blatantly obvious that the boy
felt compelled to affirm his `straight' demeanor.

     Having collected our gear, we left the beach, stopped by the outdoor
showers, then started to walk to his place. It is about 11.30 am.

     Trudging along the street in the sweltering heat, we engaged in idle
conversation.  Kieran explained that he didn't have a girlfriend at the
moment; he had broken up with the previous one about a week ago. They had
been together for the longest time; about three weeks. She had been a
grouse look'n chick, only she had been a bit of a prick tease, and when it
came to the crunch, she had turned out to be frigid. So he decided to
dumped her.

     About the third block back from the beach, the boy left the footpath
and turned into a driveway. Rather than following the drive along the side
of the house, he deviated onto the front lawn and joined the cracked path
that led toward the front door.

     Dilapidated would best describe the old weatherboard house, with it's
faded light- blue paint peeling, and rusty corrugate iron roof. An old
swing set sat corroding in a corner of the yard, covered in Jasmine
creeper; the grass looked as if it had been a long time between cuttings,
and there are a few straggly bushes and shrubs scattered around the
place. Hanging partly open and lopsided was the wrought iron garden gate.
Judging by the growth ensnaring it was indicative of its lack of use. At
best, the garden was overgrown and unkempt.

     Approaching, we take the single step up which has us standing on the
verandah, the floorboards weather-beaten and, in places lifting. Against
the wall stands an old cane settee with some faded scatter cushions and a
small art deco smokers stand. A few other odds and ends lay scattered
about.

     Deftly, Kieran takes hold of the ill fitting screen door and maneuvers
himself and his board inside. I grab hold of the screen before it has a
chance to fully retract.  Inside, the light is dim and it takes my eyes a
moment to adjust.

     As with the outside, the interior reveals a similar ambience. Wooden
floors with haphazardly strewn rugs, nondescript furniture and dated
fittings. One may image the place as belonging to someone with minimal
income and who embraces the `alternative' lifestyle.

     Standing inside the doorway I could see that this room took up the
entire width of the front of the house. In the far left corner was a
kitchenette with a narrow breakfast bar, and opposite, the dinning table;
fairly much obscured under the array of partially folded washing.

     A hallway extends from the rear middle of the room, I expect this
leads to the bathroom and bedrooms.

     A trace of incense and candles lingers. A general appearance of well
lived in and homeliness greets the newcomer.

     Unthinking, Kieran has dumped his board square in the middle of the
floor and plonked himself down on the couch. He appears totally oblivious
as to my impression of his home.

     "Can I get you a drink or somefink?"

     "Yeah, a glass of water would be good."

     "You sure you don't wan'a Coke or somefink?"

     "Na, waters fine, thanks."

     While he pours the refreshments, I sink onto the couch, enjoying the
cool stillness of the room. I notice that the darkness is attributable to
the heavy drapes, which remain drawn.

     Soon, `Golden Boy' returns; hands me my glass of chilled water; and
resumes his seat next to me. Typically teenage, he adopts a position of
spread-eagle. Just the thought of what lies beneath those loose fitting
shorts has me drooling.

     Momentarily there is an awkward silence as we sit in the semi dark
room, unsure of what to say next.

     Before long, he busts me staring lecherously at the focal point
between his slender thighs. Consciously, or otherwise, he reaches down and
gropes himself, seemingly to have a bit of a scratch and then change
position.

Looking up, a mischievous grin creeping across his face, he asks, "Do you
wan'a see me room?"

     "Sounds good to me."

     I follow him to the rear of the lounge, then through the door which
marks the start of the hallway. Moving along the narrow passage, he
indicates the first room off to the left as that belonging to his `bro'.

     Next room on the same side is his and occupies the end right hand side
of the house; with the windows facing the back and side of the house
accordingly. Tatty faded curtains adorn.

     Of considerable size is the room; the single bed situated in the far
right corner, surrounded by the windows; it's quilt halfway to the floor,
the linen disheveled and in need of a wash. Against the same wall as the
bed, but at the far end, is an old desk and antiquated swivel chair. Books
and other stuff lay strewn about, the chair draped in items of clothing. At
the base of the table lies, what would appear to be, his school backpack,
partially opened with bits of a soiled sports uniform hanging out.

     Scattered about the slightly sandy floor are; shoes, a pair of faded
blue Levi's, boxer's, an assortment of socks, some T-shirts and several
other items of clothing. A worn hessian rug bedecks the middle of the
floor, dog-eared and rumpled.

     A wardrobe stands against the windowless wall, its right-hand door
slightly ajar, the contents of the shelves and drawers spilling
over. Leaning against the cupboard is a second surfboard and a boogie
board. On top, stacked high, are cartons and other junk.

     A particular boy scent pervades the room, a smell which is
distinctively Kieran.

     Adorning the wall above the bed, adhered by Blu-Tack, are tattered
Playboy centerfolds and other girly pictures.

     Next to the bed-head is a chest of three drawers, doubling as a
nightstand. A clock radio; a half filled glass of something unidentifiable;
an ashtray, smokes and a lighter; an overflowing incense cradle, and dust,
clutter it's minimal surface.

     Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kieran smiles shyly, asking what I
think of his pad.

     I return his smile, "Yeah, it's cool man, I really like it."

     I was so turned on at having been invited into the teenagers inner
most sanctum; breathing his scent; absorbing his surroundings; imagining
him having wild wank sessions on the bed where he now sat.

     Casually the boy leaned forward, head sinking between his legs,
grappling for something under the bed. Righting himself, he placed the bong
on the table; in the process, pushing the other items aside to make
space. It was a homemade number.

     Unthinking, he opened the top drawer and produced the mull-bowl; next
he scraped out the cone and packed another. Grinning wickedly, he extended
his arm towards me, "Wan'a hit. it's good shit."

     Knowing how good it'd feel to get stoned, I decline. "Thanks, but not
just now." I wanted to keep my head together for what would hopefully turn
out to be a very memorable afternoon.

     His arm still outstretched, "Ya sure dude?"

     "Yeah man, but maybe later on.. you go ahead.."

     "Just try an stop me."

     A familiar gurgling sound fills the room, followed by an exacerbated
exhalation.  Soon the room is filled with a billowing smoke. He has sucked
the cone dry. In a continuous motion he packs himself another and repeats
the process.

     This time, he replaces the bong and lunges back onto his pillow,
facing the ceiling, he closes his eyes, enjoying the rush. "Oh. fuuuck
yeahhh. whoaaa," he babbles.  Head spinning.

     After a few moments his eyelids flutter open, he notices me still
standing across the room. "He dude," he drawls, "Why don't you come over
here and sit on me bed?"

     I move toward him and perch myself on the edge of the bed, near his
feet, facing him.

     "Hey, why don't you check out what's in the second draw," he suggests
knowingly.

     I reach forward and look inside. I smile to myself as I pull out a
handful of straight-boy mags. Most are soft, but one or two appear
hardcore. All are tattered and dated.

     He has sat up and shifted himself so that he is now sitting across the
bed, his feet sticking over the edge. I hand him the books and come over
next to him. He shifts a little closer and now our legs are rubbing.

     I want to touch him real bad.

     Idly, he thumbs through the pages, flippantly commenting on the
various images.  Some of the pages are stuck together. "Looks like these
picture books have seen plenty of action," I comment as Kieran carefully
separates another page. He grins slyly, "Yeah," he murmurs.

     For a while now I'd been mindful of the twitching between the boy's
legs and judging by the position of his cock, he must have been
free-snaking. Its full length was pressing against his left trouser leg,
the outline leaving nothing to the imagination.

     "Nice bulge there," I leered.

     "Your not do'n to bad yourself there man," came the reply. Fantastic,
he'd been checking me out too.

     Surfer Dude tossed his stack of dirty mags to the side and wiggled his
legs further apart, and gave his crotch a bit of a lewd rub.

     "Want some?"

     I needed no further prompting.

     Reaching across, I cupped his scrotum and began a kneading motion,
then moved along the length of the shaft, creating friction by placing the
flat of my palm against his throbbing organ, applying pressure whilst
stroking back and forth. It didn't take long for Young Dude's breathing to
become heightened, his dick sandwiched between the chafing sensation caused
by the material of his shorts and the skin to skin contact with his leg.

     "Having fun yet?"

     "Ohhh fuck man, that feels sooo goood. yeahhh. keep do'n it!"

     I slipped my free hand up underneath his T-shirt and began tweaking
his right nipple. This sent him into a complete frenzy; writhing in painful
pleasure.

     His sixteen year old dick was quivering uncontrollably beneath my
experienced hand. A sizable wet spot had permeated his boardies. Every now
and then his legs would shudder in mild spasm, almost as if he were
experiencing a mild orgasm.

     His bloodshot eyes rolled back in his head as he mouthed obscenities,
"Ohhh fuck yeahhh. oooh fuuuck meee. ohhh, go your hardest cunt. ohhh, make
me cum, yeahhh, fuuuck yeahhh. do it to me. ohhh, ohhh, ohhh. I'm gon'a
cum. fuck man, I'm gon'a shoot. aaahhh. aaahhh. aaahhh."

     Squirt after squirt of torrid boy-sap saturated the cotton beneath my
hand, leaving my palm feeling damp and sticky. From the number of shudders
and the size of the wet patch, I could only assume he had discharged a
hefty load. His boardies were soaked.

    Eyes closed; head slumped back; body limp; my young beach stud
languished in the afterglow.

     Determined to savor the aftermath, I slid my hand along the inside of
his loose shorts. Soon I was toying with his semi rigid member; coating my
fingers in his sinful seed; plying the lax foreskin back and forth over the
bulbous head, enjoying the ease with which it slid over the slimy surface.

     Satisfied that my digits were sufficiently anointed, I raised my hand
toward my lips, slipping the middle finger inside. `Oooh, the sweet taste
of youth,' the pungent tang, the amorous odor, the giddy sensations.
Greedily, I sucked another finger into my gob.

     "Oh, put your hand back on my dick. Pull me some more. Oh, c'mon,
pleeease."

     What young Kieran didn't expect was to find one of my fingers pressing
up against his lips. Realising what I was trying to do, he bucked, "I'm not
gon'a suck on my own cum, man, no way man. piss off.."

     "Go on dude, it's great. Try it man, you'll love it."

     Opening his mouth to further protest gained me the opportunity I
awaited. Before he knew it, my slick digit entered his cake hole. Still
struggling, I gently held his chin upward, sealing the popsicle between his
full lips. Once the delectable flavors began to envelop his senses, he fast
eased his resistance, choosing rather to caress and inhale deeply.

Taking my finger from his mouth, left him panting, begging for more.

     "Wait, I've got a better idea."

     Shifting around in front of him, I inserted my forefingers under the
waistband of his Okanui's, "Lift your arse!" I hissed. In one quick motion
they came sliding down his limber legs. His cock slapped hard up against
his abdomen. `Kids got great stamina,' I mused.

     "You ready for some more of that yummy boy cream?"

     "Uh huh," he drooled.

     Resuming my seat next to him, I turned the shorts inside out, slipped
the leg over my hand, and then pressed the soiled area to his face. I could
feel his tongue desperately lashing out, seeking to remove all traces of
his precious semen.

     Wanting to take control, Kieran brought his own hands into play,
grasping the material, manipulating it into his mouth, ominously drawing in
the intoxicating nectar and virile scent. Swept up in a wave of passion, he
was oblivious to anything else.

     With the horny boy totally engrossed, I took the opportunity to once
again focus on his engorged boyhood. Noticing that there were still
globules of cum on his loin, I lowered my head, dragging my tongue along
his upper leg in long sensual strokes, cleaning away any of the offending
sperm.

     Laying across his thigh, I nestled my face into his groin. He boasted
lovely heavy balls, with only a hint of hair. Having recovered from his
earlier ejaculation, they once again hung low, real nice and low.

     Still craving more of that fresh adolescent spoof, I decided to go
straight for the gland, which I knew would still hold remnants of his
earlier shooting. Easing my head upward, I grabbed hold of his hefty member
and angled it down to my waiting mouth.  `Fuck was he smooth, smooth as
silk.' Swirling my tongue around the bulbous head, flicking it across the
piss-slit; removing all residue; before moving down the shaft, over the
ridge at the base of the crown, where the retracted foreskin had gathered.

     I heard a stifled moan escape my young lover's lips; his legs flinched
involuntarily.

     My lusty lips continued to consume his pubescent penis until I felt
him reach the beginning of my throat. Inhaling deeply, I engulfed him,
forcing myself upon him until he was in me to the hilt, my nose rubbing
against his sparse pubes. His very essence held me in a state of delirium.

     Crawling between his legs, so that I was hunched over him, made it
easier to perform fellatio, I placed a hand on each of his flanks, returned
my mouth to his distended tool and continued to give deep-throat.

     "Ahhh, suck my fuck'n cock you fuck'n faggot, yeahhh.." I felt a pair
of hands grab onto the sides of my head, yanking me up and down
mercilessly. "Do it cunt, just do it, don't ever stop!" His hips were now
thrashing up off the bed, banging his unwieldy weapon to the depths of my
gullet, his nuts smashing into my chin with each vigorous thrust.

     His rapidly leaking pre-cum, combined with my saliva, made for a heady
lubricant, lining my trachea for his firing piston. What I couldn't
swallow, ran down his base, over his nuts and was absorbed by the bedding.

     "Ahhh. ahhh. ahhh." he was screaming now, bucking like a mule;
clutching handfuls of my hair; riding my face for all he was
worth. "Aaahhh. aaahhh.  aaahhh.."

    All his gyrating was causing the bed to shake and creak, his back
slamming against the wall on which he was leaning. To gain momentum, he had
drawn his feet up onto the bed, then planted them firmly on the mattress,
causing me to hook my arms around his folded legs. He was fucking my face
as if his life depended on it.

     His endurance and vigor were unrelenting, almost ferocious. His
aptitude for someone as young and inexperienced as he, astounding; his
zest, unparalleled.

     Without missing a beat, my schoolboy stud moves his arms by his side,
palms flat on the bed supporting his weight; then, and remember I'm
crouching before him, proceeds to wrap his lanky legs over my back, snaring
them.

     He is now, for all intents and purposes, suspended above the bed,
facilitating greater thrust capacity. Without hesitation, he engages in one
of the most violent rapping's my mouth has ever endured. Pumping
relentlessly and with a vengeance unheard of. Spluttering, I'm almost
gagging, unable to draw enough oxygen into my lungs.

     This kid, who's only sixteen, (ok, nearly seventeen), has plummeted
into total debauchery, lost all control, inhibitions and sense of decency,
is yelling out obscenities, whilst hammering a potential stranger's mouth
in the confines of his own bedroom. Fuck that's hot!

     "You fuck'n filthy faggot, I'm gon'a choke you with my fat dick. yeah
I'm gon'a stick it deep down your throat and spew my cum down there, and
there's nuf'n you can do to stop me. yeahhh.ya fuck'n poofta.."

     `Ohhh, yesss, please abuse me more!'

     His nut sac had started to draw upwards, we both know that the
inevitable is now close at hand, Kieran decreased his pace, opting to
withdraw only halfway. For a brief moment he held himself all the way in,
performing a series of short sharp thrusts, then grinding himself so that
his scant bush buffed against my chin. `Oh, was he delicious!'

     Feeling his engorged organ approach the point of unyielding, his
gonads retract tight against his teen scrotum; my blond headed beauty
returned to reaming my gaping hole with full-length stabs, only now they
became slower and more deliberate.  Such force was exerted, that my face
began to feel as though it was being battered with each contact. I was
beginning to choke and my head felt light through lack of air.

     "I'm gon'a cum. I'm gon'a cum. I'm gon'a spew my fuck'n seed down your
fuck'n poofta gob. yeahhh. yeahhh. yeahhh. take it. yeahhh, all the way
man. deep down that faggy hole of yours. fuuuck man, I'm flyin. oooh.
ahhh. ohhh.. "

     Molesting my mouth with reckless abandon; his sun bleached hair
flying; eyelids fluttering; head gyrating; gasping for breath; he drove in
deep, deep, deep. held himself, one hand coming to rest at the back of my
head.

     "Ahhh. ahhh. ahhh. I'm shootin man. ahhh. can you feel it. shooting my
spoof deep down your fuck'n throat.ohhh. ahhh. ohhh. dump'n my load deeeep
down your poofta gob. ahhh fuuuck yeahhh. suck it up man, drink my
juice. swallow my seed fag. yeahhh. you love my jisim, don't ya?

     "Ohhh, that's it take it all down. drain my nuts. yeahhh. suck me dry,
homo.  You like havin sex with naughty little boys, don't ya. taste good
don't I. yeahhh.  clean my dick now, make sure you don't waste any, you
dirty little fag slut.

     "That's it. that's it. milk my balls. yeahhh. suck real hard. take my
boy spunk. yeahhh dude. yeahhh. yeahhh. do it to me bro, siphon my python
man,. let me fuck your filthy mouth out, yeahhh. eat my hot cum. do it man.
don't stop.

     "Ohhh. fuck. yeahhh. that was unreal, I've never cum so hard before,
dude.  Yeah, that's nice. clean my cock for me. Ohhh, it's so sensitive
now." he was beginning to fade.

     `God was my mouth aching,' never before had it received a mauling of
such intensity, my esophagus felt distended, I felt pain in the back of my
neck. but fuck it was worth it. Those magnums of boy cum, discharged deep
into my gut; the flinching of his magnificent cock as it detonated it's
precious load; the depraved smells; the seepage; his zest. ohhh, it was all
to much..

     For some time, both of us lay there wasted, totally spent; he, slumped
against the wall; me, head in his lap, lying foetal position the length of
the small bed; engulfed by the after sex vapor.

     Waking in a daze, I felt his hand caressing my long brown
hair. Turning to look up at him, our eyes met, he once again wore that
devilish grin. "How long was I out for?"

    "Oh I dunno, about twenty minutes or somefing. Hey, wan'a drink?"

     "Yeah, that'd be good."

    "Coke?"

     "Na, water."

     "Cold?"

     "Yeah. Ta"

     Lifting my head, he wriggled out from under me, then slipped a pillow
to me. God, was I fucked!

     I noticed him pull his boardies on before tramping out to the kitchen.

     As we sat side by side on his bed, sipping the cool liquid, he reached
forward and picked up his pack of cigarettes. Turning, he offered them to
me. I raised my hand indicating no.

     "Bad habit," he said, placing one between his full lips. "Tryin to
quit," as he brought the flame to his face, inhaling deeply.

     Unexpectedly, "Hey dude, sorry about callin you a fag and stuff
before.  I--I just couldn't think straight. I don't know what I was sayin,
you know, where the words were comin from and stuff.

     "Actually. I reckon your ok man. for a homo an all. I mean. you know
what I mean. don't ya.?"

     "Yeah Kieran, I had a good time too."

     "Yeah man. it was wicked. I've never got off like that before. That
was heaps better than wanking."

     "And how do you reckon it compares with being with a chick?"

     "Well. truthfully, I've never done all that much with chicks before,
but it was sure better than what I have done. You know, chicks are always
so frigid."

     `Yeah right, it wouldn't be you that was chicken.'

     Resting his smoke on the ashtray, he reached and picked up the
water-pipe. Once packed, he passed it on to me. This time I accepted. Being
less diligent at the art than my counterpart, it took several tokes to
evaporate the contents of the cone. It was indeed `good shit'!

     Kieran, sucked back another two cones, exchanged the bong for his half
finished fag, then pulled himself alongside me on the bed, our backs to the
wall as before.

     "Man, I'm feeling pretty smashed!" I said.

     Yeah, me too. But don't worry, the head-spin'll ease off in a little
bit."

     "Hey, how long before someone comes home?"

     "We got plen'y a time."

     "Plenty of time for what?" I goaded.

     Without missing a beat, "Plen'y of time for me to fuck your arse!"

     Stirring, "Do you think a little boy like you can handle that?"

     "Fuck you!"

     "So you keep promising."

     "Ah, quit the smart arse comments, will ya."

     "Yeah, yeah, all right dude."

     In time, his eyes drift across to my crutch, "Hey, I haven't seen your
dong yet, and by the look of it, I reckon it's pretty big. So how bout it?"

     Before I could answer, the spirited young stud reaches over and starts
to grope me.  His handling is somewhat rough and clumsy, showing his
naivete.

     "Hey, go easy man, remember how I did it for you?"

     "Sorry," he murmurs, somewhat crestfallen.

     Don't worry about it dude, it's cool, just take your time and go
easy." I place my hand over his, showing him how to impart the most
pleasure. He's a sensitive and intuitive kid, so it doesn't take long.

     Soon Kieran is expertly kneading my trouser snake through the fabric,
his supple young hand creating all manner of sensations. "Do whatever you
want man, let your imagination take over." I lean back and close my
eyes. Between the smoke and Kieran's newly acquired skills, I'm in a state
of pure bliss.

     Off in a dream, I feel him begin to slide his hand up the inside leg
of my shorts.  `Whoa that feels good.' His gentle, quizzical fingers
probing unfamiliar territory. A fleeting look of disappointment crosses his
face as he encounters my encapsulating Speedo's. Not one to be easily
defeated, he cups my scrotum in the ball of his hand and commences to rub
me through the Lycra.

     "Ohhh fuuuck that feels fantastic. Your do'n a great job there buddy!"

     He beams proudly.

      "I'm gon'a pull your dacks off now."

     "Yeah, go to it."

     Throwing my shorts to the floor, he spreads my legs and dives in. I
see his eyes light up in awe. "Fuck," he gasps, the contour of my tool
unmistakable through the brief black bikini. He traces it's length, angled
up toward my left hip, then encircles the head. He is mesmerised.

     "Wow! Your all wet around the top of your dick!"

     "Do you wan'a taste it?"

     He hesitates, then shakes his head, yet remains undecided.

     "I'm gon'a take of your swimmers, ok?" He half asks, informs.

     Sure matey, whenever you want."

     I lift my butt as he wiggles the Speedo's down my tanned legs, my pole
thwacks hard against my stomach, a fine strand of pre-cum draw in it's
wake.

     Grommet just sits there agog.

     "Never seen a guys dick before?"

     "Yeah. yeah, sure. but not like this. not for real."

     "Like it?"

     "Ah. yeah. yeah. sure."

     "It's not gon'a bite ya."

     He stretched out his arm, grasping the meat in his fist, looking
somewhat dumbfounded as where to go from there.

     "Start wanking it little dude, nice and slow and gentle, like if you
were do'n it to yourself.

     "Yeah that's the way. good stuff. Now start mov'n the foreskin back
and forth, real gentle, that's it, use the goo that's comin out the
top. Ohhh, fuuuck. you're a natural!

     "That's it run your hand all the way up and down my dick, yeah, your
do'n real cool. Use your spit man."

     "What for?"

     "As lube dude."

     "Oh, I get ya."

     Aligning his head directly above my pole, he excreted a long line of
spittle. `Bulls eye!'

     My nads were fast becoming saturated with the combined juices flowing
over them.

     "Give me your other hand Kieran," this I placed atop my sac, and
showed him how to fondle and stretch down, concurrent with his upper
caresses.

     He was really beginning to dig this, not to mention the effect it was
having on me.  His adept hands working as thought they belonged to an old
pro; totally absorbed was he. Unbeknownst to himself, his breathing had
become short and shallow. Drooling more saliva, his face was only inches
from my purple crown. `Oh God. so near, yet so far..'

     As if reading my mind, drawn by some invisible force, his head bowed
forward till his mouth was mere centimeters from my pulsating organ,
inhaling the intoxicating elixir; eyes closed; he was floating.

     Withdrawing from my testes, his left hand reverted down between his
legs, working feverishly to draw his boner down his right inside leg. Once
in hand, he began `spankin the monkey' like there was no tomorrow.

     Consumed with lust, Novice Boy, extruded his puppy tongue and daringly
flicked across my slit, a fine thread of pre-cum trailing back to his
orifice. Licking his lips lecherously, I could tell that he was hooked.

     "Mmmm!"

     "Not so bad is it?"

     Again, "Mmmm!"

     Waiting for neither invitation, nor encouragement, he returned his
attention to my joystick, only this time with less hesitancy. Painting my
gland with his tongue, he was savoring the slick coating of love juice,
sighing in utmost contentment.

     "Hey Kieran, why don't you see if you can't get your mouth round it?"
I whispered.

     Momentarily, he glanced up at me, eyes wide, unsure, yet a look of
yearning.

     Running my fingers through his disheveled hair, resting my hand above
his crown; was all the persuasion he needed. His head simply nodded forward
and I felt his lips encircle my hard candy.

    "Ohhh God yeahhh!"

     Sordid slurping noises were escaping his ballooned mouth.

     "Use your tongue dude, yeahhh. that's good. Lick the slit man, taste
me."

     He was catching on fast, his course tongue darting feverishly across
the hypersensitive surface of my ribald swelling, his fist clutching the
base; regulating.  Placing the flat of my hand around his nimble fingers, I
introduced a stirring motion, moving the knob around his dank
cavern. Recovering from a slight splutter, I evolved the motion to include
masturbating the shaft.

     "Now your do'n it. yeah. real nice. fuck your good man. your a real
fast learner.."

     His mouth stuffed to capacity, and yet he wasn't far past the ridge,
still, I had to admire his fidelity, particularly for one so young and
inexperienced. His enthusiasm elicited all kinds of depraved noises from
between my legs; the smell of sex hung thick in the air.

     Occasionally, he would surrender the head, running his salacious
tongue along the thick trunk, swilling the copious extracts which flowed
its length, servicing my balls with untold gusto; as he continued to pump
my slimy pole.

     Bobbing away on my busting gland; fiercely shafting himself;
slobbering and spluttering incoherently; golden hair sweeping across my
abdomen, hiding his face; he was fast bringing me to the brink.

       "Ohhh, God, maaan. I can't hold back much longer. ohhh buddy, I'm
gon'a shoot soon. ohhh. you're really do'n it to me dude. fuuuck. your so
fuck'n hot man. you're so fuck'n goood.."

     I wanted to warn him, give him the opportunity to pull back; I didn't
want him to resent me for spewing in his gob. Anyway, he carried on with
gay abandon.

     I was ruffling his sun-bleached hair, when my hands came to rest on
either side of his head, gently holding him, moving in unison with the
rocking motion of each impaling lurch. Gums locked tight, he was wanking me
to the depths of his mouth, applying incredible vacuum; a fusion of saliva
and pre-cum, anointing the bulbous nub; administered by the frenetic
tongue-lashing.

     Yelling, "Ahhh. ohhh.. ahhh. fuuuck. yeeesss. fuck me dry ya dirty
little cunt. suck me seed down, hard. fuuuck. yeeesss. yeeesss.ohhh
yeeesss.  ohhh. you're a fuck'n natural. sooo fuck'n talented. ohhh. what a
cock- sucker. ohhh maaan. dude.. ahhh. ohhh. ahhh.."

     Lifting his head, smiling, my boy swept back his matted locks, a big
cheesy grin spreading from ear to ear; his face sopping under a deluge of
sperm, still warm and runny. Seeping from the niche of his gums, down his
chin; smatterings across his eyes, nose and cheeks, even his hair tips held
traces.

     Raising him in my arms, dragging him over my bulk till his face was
level with mine; his rigid fuck-stick nestling against my groin, I drew his
squalid face toward me relishing the salaciously reeking residue. Extruding
my tongue, the point began purging his soiled lips. His mouth goes lax,
inviting me inside. No resistance.  Exploring the cavern is simply divine;
even better, my tonguing was eliciting a response.

     Eyes closed; the embrace deepened; mouths locked in earnest; saliva
blended spunk; surging. His young tongue thrusting, seeking, longing,
fusing. `Fuck he was hot!'

     After a while the mauling began to ebb. Straight Boy eased himself off
and swung over to where he sat previously reaching for his smokes and
Coke. Once ablaze, he turned to me smiling.

     "I don't know what you did to get me to do that stuff and I know I'm
not a fag, but fuck. it sure felt unreal. I've never done anything like
that before, not even with a girl. It sure was fuck'n wick'd." He drew
deeply on his cigarette.

     I couldn't help but notice the blatant tenting in the front of his
Okanui's.  Intuitively, I stretched across for a bit of a maul.

     "Ah, you're fuck'n hopeless man!"

     "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

     I started to remove my grip. "Na man, I didn't want ya to stop. I was
just kidd'n about."

     "You are a horny bastard!" I smirked. "You never go down!"

     "Yeah, well what'd ya expect, I'm a kid, I'm sposed to be hard all the
time."

     "Yeah, well I'm impressed.

     "You still gon'a root me?"

     "Don't fink I've forgotten about that. As soon as I finish this durry,
that arse of yours is gon'a cop a full-on can'n. I always keep my
promises!"

     "Just as well!"

     Whilst he was finishing his smoke, I eased my hand under the
waistband, grasping the throbbing prick, drawing it out, and snagging the
band under his low hanging testes. As I wound my fist around the shaft, his
pre-cum was already oozing profusely.  In no time at all, sufficient lube
had been dissipated, enabling me to glide the full length of the trunk,
watching the foreskin sheath then retract, leaving the knob glistening.

     Stubbing out the cigarette, he inserts his thumbs under the lining,
driving the boardies down and off his legs, letting them fall in a heap on
the floor.

     Slipping off the bed, he reaches into the bottom drawer of his bureau;
fumbles, then withdraws, holding a small tattered packet, out of which he
produces a condom. I see him blush.

     "Smart thinking," I commend.

      "Well, ya can't be too careful."

     "I fully agree. And for what its worth, I'm clean."

     "Yeah, I know, but still.."

     "That's cool, I would've have insisted anyway."

     "Yeah?"

     "Sure. Every time," I smiled reassuringly.

     He began tearing open the satchel.

     "Hey, d'you mind if I do it?"

      "Yeah. if you want to."

     "I'd love to."

     I positioned him standing, facing me as I sat on the edge of his
bed. He began to strip his T-shirt, as it was passing over his head, his
vision subsequently obscured, I lunged at his stiffy, engulfing it to the
hilt. I grabbed his waist to stop him toppling.

     "Fuck man, what are you do'n!", came the muffled cry.

     Involuntarily, his hips began bucking my face. As quickly as I had
started, I withdrew, not wanting him to ejaculate prematurely.

      "In answer to your question, `old times sake'"

     `What a satisfying ingestion of pre-cum.'

     "Your weird man. but I like it."

     "Alright, lets get this condom thing happening."

     Kieran stood proudly before me, his cock extruded, as I rolled down
the franga. I sensed mild shivers run through him as the thin latex gripped
his sensitive membrane.

     For shock value. "So, are you gon'a eat my arse out now?" Blank stare;
confusion.  "Y'know, to get it all nice and loose and wet?"

     A short delay; a look of total disbelief. "Are you totally fucked? You
gotta be fuck'n joking! You're not serious? I'm not gon'a touch your filthy
hole man, I'm not a fuck'n homo! I already told ya that!" He was screaming.

     I was howling in fits of laughter, he had taken the bait, hook, line
and sinker!

     "Calm down dude, take it easy man. I was only tak'n the piss. I was
just shit stir'n ya, so to speak." At that, I cracked up again.

     Kieran looked at me as if I was totally demented; really pissed, but
before long, a smile broke out which soon turned to laughter as he realised
what a goose he'd just made of himself. `Thank God, at least he's got a
sense of humor.'

     Taking his prong in hand, I gently pulled him toward the bed, where he
sat next to me. I tenderly continued to fondle him.

     So, how are we going to do this?" I posed.

     "Doggy style?" suggested Kieran

     "If you like.

     "So let's get to it then."

     `I would really have liked Kieran to engage in a bit of arse play
first, but judging from his reaction to my teasing, I decided it wasn't
worth going there.'

     Assuming my position on the bed, I felt Wonder Boy climb up behind me.

     "Spit on your dick Kieran, and slick yourself up."

     Balancing himself, one hand on my butt, I guessed him to be carrying
out my request. Even this effortless task was causing the bed to rock and
creak menacingly, not to mention the saggy mattress; which was already
making it difficult to maintain stance.

     "You ready for this?"

     "Sure am dude, but I think we might find this setup a bit too wobbly."

     His youthful zeal precluded him from heeding my wariness, and without
delay I felt the robust tip homing in on my puckered nucleus. His ardent
stabs were futile, no matter how I braced myself, the mattress failed to
support me, along with the bed swaying beneath us.

     Soon frustration set in. "Ah fuck'n hell! Can't you just keep still;
this is start'n to shit me!" He knew it wasn't my fault.

     "How about we get down on the floor, dude?"

     "Yeah. fuck it."

     Hopping to the floor, I dragged the doona with us, spreading it
haphazardly aside the bed. Kneeling before the bed, I lay my torso on the
mattress. Face down, arms resting overhead, I awaited penetration.

     Faster than a speeding bullet, his stealthy arrow again pointed to its
target. I felt a drool of spit land at the top of my furrow, using his
poised weapon, he began to smear the lube over my distended mound.

     Satisfied; without warning; he rammed his hard meat home.

     "Ahhh. fuuuck. ya mad bastard!"

     My midriff pinned, his cock halfway up my chute, he extruded another
almighty shove; holding it.

     "Fuuuck. ahhh. ohhh. fuuuck maaan. that kills. you fuck'n cunt.."

     Sniggering, "Ah, stop your whinging and take it like a man. Does my
little boy- dick hurt you?" A sharp thrust, as if to punctuate his
mockery. Condescendingly, "Is your bottom sore?" It was his turn now to rev
me up.

     "Owww, fuck'n take it easy will ya, ya little prick. ohhh."

     He was impaling me on his rigid juvenile prong with wanton abandon,
smashing full blows against my tender butt. Occasionally his bucking became
so fierce that he dislodged himself, scrambling to reinsert. Grunting like
a depraved animal, he lurched into me, flattening his chest to my back,
arms forced under mine clasping my shoulders, aligning his cheek with mine.

     Thrust, "Oooh." thrust, "Fuuuck." thrust, "Yeahhh." his torrid breath
enveloped my ear.

     Watching him, one may have thought him possessed. Balls soaked with
sweat and carnal juices, slapping obscenely against my scrotum. Puerile
muscles taunt; butt flexed. My arse was being savagely defiled; mercy nor
reprieve unheard of.

     "This is what you like, huh? What you want? What you neeed. huh? And
I'm giv'n it to ya. yeahhh. You're a dirty little boy-fuck'a aren't ya?
Yeahhh, but this time the little boys' giv'n it to you. hey? Yeahhh. What'd
ya say to that?"

     "Ohhh, fuck your good. yeahhh. give it to me Kieran. don't stop
man. keep punishing me arse. yeahhh. fuck me harder
man. oooh. oooh. oooh. sink it into me
dude. aaahhh. aaahhh. aaahhh.fuuuck.."

     "Kiss me cunt," hissed Kieran, forcing me to comply, I could feel
moisture against the side of my face where it rested on the
sheet. Confirming my earlier speculation was the profane stench of stagnant
body fluids. Without hesitation, he roughly smacked his pursed lips against
mine, jamming his tongue way down, eating my mouth out.

     He still had me by the shoulders and continued to pound my hole
unrelentingly. By now my rectum had dilated sufficiently and was secreting
its own slime, transforming what had started out as somewhat painful into
sheer ecstasy.

     His supple contours amalgamating with mine, chest heaving as it
slithers across my back with each impending jab, hips gyrating for optimum
penetration; eyes closed; sucking my face intently.

     We were a pile of sweat and moans, him hammering; me gasping. For one
so green, he was doing a mighty job; not to mention his virility.

     On and on he forged, fucking me absolutely senseless; the squelching
noises, such a turn-on.

     Coming up for air, our eyes met, "How'm I do'n?"

     Momentarily, I was lost for words, "Fantastic, buddy absolutely fuck'n
fantastic!"

     Grinning with pride and confidence, he asked, "Any special requests?"

     Thinking, "Yeah."

     "Well, what?"

     I wouldn't mind trying a different position."

     "What?"

     "Well, I'd like to be able to see your face and watch you entering
me."

     "Yeah."

     He had eased off somewhat as he was listening, yet maintained a stead
and full drilling.

     "So, if I lie on my back on the floor and put my legs up in the air,
then you can."

      "Oh, I know, like that picture in the porno I showed ya, you know the
one where the chick."

     "Yep, that's it buddy, you've got it in one."

     "Is that a bit like a hole in one?" he giggled.

     "Yeah, you could say that," I laughed.

     A few more vehement stabs, then withdrawal.

     Separating ourselves, I spread the doona away from the bed.

     "Chuck us a pillow," I called out.

     "You want both?"

     "Yeah, if ya got two, that'd be good."

     I arranged them so that one was for my head and the other under my
butt.  Positioning myself, I hiked up my legs.

     Kieran dropped to his knees, his strained boner bobbing.

     "Now I'm gon'a fuck your brains out, just like that chick in the mag!"

     "Ohhh. please do!"

     Guiding his tool in met with little resistance, just the initial
parting of the sphincter as the crown popped through. `Ahhh, it felt goood
to have him back inside me.'

     "Hey, can I place my legs on your shoulders?"

     "Yeah, sure."

     He was developing a steady rhythm, adapting himself to the new
position. He clasped my calves, allowing him more control and greater
drive.

     "Wow, this positions great," he mused, his tempo smooth and direct.

     Stopping, with only his head in me; I look up to see him release a
line of drivel which he targets at his cock; his hand cupped underneath to
catch any runoff. When the strand dwindles, he fists his shaft,
simultaneously reentering.

     "Oooh," `so slick, smooth as silk.'

     Now he really starts battering; I feel the grip on my calves tighten;
he lists slightly in; I see his eyes glazed, a wild untamed lust. His
chest, undulating, his breathing turns shallow. I reach up and tweak his
nipples; a small whimper, otherwise unnoticed.

     His eyes close, "Ahhh. ahhh. ahhh." with each expiration.

     I notice his face still retains traces of dried cum. `Very appealing.'

     Raising up on my elbows, I watch him rooting me, his sappy pecker
tormenting my inflamed prostate. `Oh maaan, I've really found a live one
this time.' His body shimmers with a fine layer of perspiration; the meagre
trail of fluff leading to his belly button so enticing.

     Wanting a more intimate contact, I stretched toward him, placing my
palms on his thighs, "Come here . yeah that's it matey." Without breaking
his mantra, Kieran bends inward; releasing my legs, allowing me to maneuver
them under his arms and onto his back. He, places his arms astride me;
continuing with his paced humping.

     "Ohhh Kieran. ohhh man. oooh. you make me feel sooo goood. ahhh.
yesss, keep dick'n me. yeahhh. like that baby. ohhh. shove it in deeep
maaan.  oooh. to the hilt. yesss. yesss. yesss.."

     "Ya wan'd hard?"

     "Ohhh yeahhh!"

     "Then beg, cunt!"

     "Ohhh pleeease Kieran, pleeease, pleeease, pleeease, fuck my tight
hole. fill me with your big boy-cock. ohhh. slam it to me. pleeease,
pleeease, pleeease!"

     "Yeah, here it comes you big nancy girl, I'm gon'a tear your slimy
cunt apart. I'm gon'a fuck you so hard, your gon'a beg me to stop, I'm
gon'a rip your faggy shit hole apart, make it bleed cunt, fuck it up so bad
ya can't shit anymore!"

     By now he was bearing down hard, his face contorted with impending
fury, pummeling my arse with impelling force. He was knocking the breath
out of me.

     On a few occasions his savage fucking caused him to disengage,
followed by a barrage of obscenities, whilst desperately fumbling to
reinsert. To ensure that he stayed inside, I locked my feet behind his
back, enticing him closer still.

     "Oooh, your sooo deeeep maaan. I wan'a feel that hot cock
deeeep. deeeep.  reeealy deeeep," choking the words.

     He held hard, driven to the hilt; gyrating; his matted pubes prickling
the area just below my groin; elongating my cavity in every which
direction. My hands flew to his firm butt, seizing the supple globes;
hugging him into me.

     "His face in mine, "Deep enough yet?" he seethed.

     "Gurgle. gurgle.."

     My hips were countering his movements, doubling the friction, trying
to push upward, against his weight.

     "Oooh. oooh. oooh." I was whimpering.

     Sinking down the remaining few inches, achieving full body contact;
his arms extended beyond my head, heaving me to his mauling lips, attacking
my face with carnal desire; tongue spearing; teeth ferocious, drawing
blood. Feral savagery. Brute desire.

     His torment only added to the debauchery; my arms wrapped around his
back, clinging desperately, squeezing him into me. Both of us rocking
madly.

     Sandwiched firmly between us, my cock being vigorously masturbated,
foreskin skimming in a cesspool of liquid sin, gland pulsing, immersed in
his chest; my abdomen.

     We are one.

     Only animal sounds escape our lips, fast heavy panting; he heaves
against my depraved rectum, toes clawing desperately against a uniform
surface; exuding such force he drives our contorted bodies over the wooden
boards.

     Endlessly, he crashes into my hungry chute, torturing the delicate
membrane, viciously attacking, adamant to achieve maximum penetration with
each propulsion; to impale me to the hilt with each callous blow.

     Gabbling, almost incomprehensibly, "I'm gon'a do your tight box in,
cunt. I'm gon'a fuck you sooo fuck'n hard. make you cry. cunt. fuuuck. fuck
youuu cunt. tear you're insides out. suffer
cunt. suffer. aaah. fuuuck. ohhh.  yeahhh. oooh. oooh. oooh."

     My arms flailing impetuously from his shoulders to his resilient
cheeks; wanting him, needing him, having him, all of him.

     Our bodies begin to tense with impending orgasm. His boyhood flexing,
readying for optimum hardness, his ball bag drawn taut; chin driving down
onto my left collar; arms grappling my shoulders from underneath.

     "You dirty fag cunt, I'm gon'a pump you full of my hot boy-cum. ahhh,
fuuuck. ohhh. I'm so fuck'n, hot. so fuck'n horny. ohhh. this is maaad. I'm
gon'a pump such a fuck'n big load, right up your faggy arse. I want ya to
scream..  I'm gon'a make you scream. aaahhh. yeahhh.

     "Take that. ooohhh. and that. aaahhh. yeahhh. got my boy fuck stick
deep in ya. yeahhh. let me hear how much ya like it. go on cunt. tell
me. tell me now.."

      "Ooohhh. aaahhh. ohhh. yeahhh. I love it heaps maaan. keep fuck'n me
deep. ohhh. hard. ohhh. don't stop.give it to me Kieran. your do'n
fantastic dude. ohhh, my arse is so wet. slippery. ohhh. and it feels sooo
goood.  aaahhh."

     Kieran was reaming me with monumental vigor, each pound emanating
shock waves; pulverising my already aching bud.

     "Suffer cunt!" he spat into my ear.

     I could feel the floor vibrate through his powerful skirmishes,
objects atop furniture oscillating.

     Screaming, "I'm gon'a cum. aaahhh. I'm gon'a shooot. ooohhh. yesss.
yesss.yesss. aaahhh. ooohhh. aaahhh. " Eyes closed; body convulsing, held
rigid; cock embedded; balls sitting tight; anus constricting, milking,
extracting.

     "Yeahhh, that's it boy. cum deep. pump your stuff into me. fill
me. ohhh yeahhh. do it man. do it to me. fill me. flood me.ohhh. aaahhh.
yeahhh.."

     Simultaneously, a stream of hot pent-up goo erupted my prong;
smearing; binding; consuming.

     "Aaahhh. yesss. ooohhh. God. fuck'n yesss. ooohhh.aaahhh. oh,
maaan. fuuuck. ohhh yeahhh."

     As our consummate orgasms began to peter out, Kieran fell lax, totally
spent, onto me, transcended into a state of total delirium, dribbling
incoherently. Still inside of me, I could feel him gradually relent. My
hand was stroking the back of his head; cooing.

     "Oh. that was great.unbelievable. I can't believe it actually
happened. that I actually did it.."

     "You were great. fantastic man."

     Kieran began to rise; only now slipping out; strands of cum drawing
out as our bodies parted.

     "God, what a mess," he observed. "I'll need to get cleaned up before
my li'l bro gets back."

     As he backed away, turning to get up, I heard him gasp; an edge to his
voice, "Oh. shit!"

     Following his gaze toward the door, I froze, almost asphyxiated.

     Standing there, in full school uniform, was a boy, approximately
twelve years old.

     I was speechless, totally paralysed with fear.

     Turning toward me, beet red, Kieran stammered, almost whispering, "My
li'l bro."


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