Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2000 23:00:44 BST
From: jon_stansfield@talk21.com
Subject: Matt and Pad

This story is pure fantasy, based on two real people who I know. It does not
imply anything about the sexualities of any living person. Send feedback or
requests for pictures of the two 'characters' to jon_stansfield@talk21.com

Matt and Pad

   Matthew Coffey was lying on his bed, enjoying the peace and quiet that he
so rarely experienced. At 17, he was the oldest of the eight Coffey children,
and had decided that he was hence too old to join the rest of the Coffeys on
their "family holiday" to a Haven camp. Jim Coffey, Matt's father, had agreed
to letting him stay at home and look after the house, but had added "as long
as you're not bringing girls home!" in that knowing fatherly way.

   Trouble was, Jim knew nothing at all. For his seventeen-year-old boy,
tremendously good looking with bright blue eyes set into his maturing face;
dark-haired, well built and handsome Matthew (the object of many schoolgirl
fantasies) was gay, and had known that he was gay since the age of thirteen.
At school, where he studied for his "A" Levels, nobody knew. At home,
nobody knew. It was Matt's secret. Privately, he fantasised about sex with the
boys from his school, but he was still (despite his outwardly mature
appearance) completely inexperienced in matters sexual.

   He lay on his bed, dressed in a grey T-shirt and blue jeans, barefoot,
smoking a cigarette, one of the privileges of having the house to himself.
Really, he knew he should be doing homework or something, but he had
trouble focusing. Just recently, he had started to develop major feelings for
one of his friends, Paddy Morral. Pad and Matt had known each other pretty
much all their lives, but Matt had never until recently noticed how attractive his
friend was. He closed his eyes and brought up a vision of Pad into his mind.
Pad with his mop of blonde hair, skinnier than Matt (though Matt wasn't at all
fat). Pad with his crooked, almost cheeky charm. Matt wondered what it would
be like to have sex with Pad. And immediately got a hardon.

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   Across the town, warm between the sheets of his own bed, Pad was dozing.
School holiday fever had washed over him, all homework forgotten, and so he
lay in his bed, absently playing with his dick. He often found himself doing this
nowadays, almost every time he was alone. He was no fool, and knew quite
well that masturbation was perfectly normal, but the thoughts that ran through
his head as he did it. surely they were unusual?

   He saw pictures in his mind of other dicks being rammed into his mouth, he
imagined the taste of cum as it shot down his throat, imagined the feeling of a
hot, male naked body pressed closely against his. Images such as these flew
through his mind as he wanked himself faster and faster, moaning as he
finally shot his load all over his chest. The cum felt warm and sticky as it
landed on his bare flesh, and Pad realised that what he wanted more than
anything else was the cum of his friend Matthew.

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   Matt couldn't bear it any longer. He needed to see Pad. Even if he couldn't
do anything with him, he needed to see him. He picked up his mobile and
dialled Pad's number.

   "Hi," Pad's voice said, on the other end.

    "Hi Pad," Matt said.

     "Oh, hi Coffey," Pad said. Matt thought he detected delight in Pad's voice.
No, surely he was imagining it!?

    "I was just wondering," Matt went on, "if you'd like to come round.
Everyone's on holiday for a week, so I'm bored!"

   "Sure!" Pad said, trying not to sound too eager, "I'll be round in half an
hour!"

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   Matt decided that he was going to try his luck. He had an inkling, just a faint
suspicion that Pad was interested in him, and so had engineered a way to test
his hunch. About ten minutes before Pad was due to arrive, Matt hopped in
the shower. Sure enough, he was still in the shower when he heard the
doorbell go. He hopped out, wrapping a flimsy towel loosely around his waist,
and proceeded to answer the door semi-naked.

   Naturally, Pad had problems keeping his mouth closed and preventing it
from watering at the sight that met him. Firstly, there was Matt's perfect face,
damp and fantastically good looking, topped off by his wet dark brown hair.
Then there was his perfectly formed chest, lightly tanned, no six pack but
nevertheless muscular, the only hair a slight treasure trail going under the
flimsy towel. Then came his perfect legs, the hairs wet and clinging to the
tanned flesh, and finally his masculine bare feet. Pad had always had a foot
fetish, and to see Matt's perfect specimens gave him an instant erection. Matt
noticed this, but pretended not to.

   "Hi Pad," he said, wearing his most intoxicating smile, "come in!"

   Pad recovered from his sexual daze and stepped through the door, which
Matt closed behind him. "Come on up," Matt said, starting off up the stairs.
Pad followed him, and they both went in to Matt's bedroom.

   "So, what did you call for?" Pad asked.

   "Oh, I was bored," Matt said, "I thought we could have some fun together."
Did Pad detect an invitation? Matt's voice certainly had that cheeky, horny
edge to it, like he was giving the come-on.

   "OK," Pad said, "what do you want to do?"

   Matt grinned. "I'll just get dressed first." Pad got up to leave the room. "No,
stay!" Matt said, "it's OK."

   Pad couldn't believe he was hearing this. Before he fully had time to think,
Matt had removed the towel. Exposed to Pad was a fine, fleshy cock, the cock
of a boy becoming a man, and a good size even now in its flaccid state. Pad
stared. And stared. And stared and stared and stared. He couldn't stop staring
at Matthew's impressive manhood. Now, from that reaction, Matt knew what
Pad wanted.

   "You like?" he asked.

   "I.I." Pad was lost for words.

   "Yes?" Matt prompted.

   "Don't get dressed!" Pad urged.

   "Well it's unfair only me being naked!" Matt said.

   Pad grinned, and took off his shoes and socks, exposing a fine pair of
sweaty feet. He hoped that this would hint to Matt as to what he found erotic.

   "Looks like I've found me a foot lover!" Matt grinned, taking the hint, "Nice!"

   Pad simled, and unbuttoned his shirt. When exposed, his chest was much
skinnier and paler than Matt's. There was a little muscle there, especially on
his stomach, but it was more of a boy's chest than a boy-man's, although still
incredibly sexy. Matt noted that Pad's nipples were erect with anticipation.
Next, Pad removed his jeans, leaving him wearing only a pair of grey boxers,
tented severely at the front. He removed these to expose an eight inch, long,
thin and uncut erection. Matt's dick was considerably fatter, and stretched to
ten inches when erect, also uncut.

   Matt pushed Pad down on to the bed and climbed on top of him, the
wetness of his body rubbing off onto Pad's. The couple kissed, enjoying the
taste of one another as their tongues met in hot passion, all the while groping
one another, getting used to each other's bodies. As they kissed, they ground
their dicks together, teasing out pre-cum which added to their wet and sticky
bodies. They rolled around on top of each other for twenty minutes, kissing
and licking each other, fingering one another's nipples, all the while grinding
their dicks into one another.

   "I want to lick and suck your feet," Pad said, eventually, his voice betraying
his horniness.

   Matt had a hunch that his friend, a foot lover, would do anything for this
privelege, and decided to milk the situation. For Matt had always wanted to
torture another boy, to force someone to do the most degrading things.

   "Allright," he said, "but only if you let me torture you afterwards. Whatever I
tell you to do, you do it"

   "OK," Pad said, desperate as he was to lick and suck feet.

   "Anything at all?" Matt asked.

   "Yes!"

   Pad wasted no more time. He thrust his face into Matt's feet, taking the salty
sweaty toes into his mouth and sucking on them for all his worth, draining
every ounce of sweat from them before lapping up the funk from the soles and
tops. For ten solid minutes, Pad licked and sucked Matt's toes and feet,
moaning and groaning in sheer ecstasy whilst his friend watched on intrigued.
Then, he started rubbing his dick on matt's bare soles. Matt took the hint and
gently began giving pad a foot job. Pad moaned and shot hot jism over Matt's
feet, then immediately licked every last drop of it off. When he'd finished, Pad
said, "OK, now 'torture' me!"

   "Not here," Matt said, "follow me."

   He led Pad down into the house's cellar, a rather large room, cold and damp
with stone walls and a stone floor. Matt ordered Pad to stand by the far wall
and then got down on his haunches.

   "Watch this," he said.

   Slowly, Matt began to shit, and Pad looked on horrified as a great brown
turd oozed out of Matt's arse and landed in a smelly splatty heap on the stone
floor.

   "Lick that up!" Matt ordered.

   "Oh, shit, Matt." Pad said. He was disgusted, but his erection revealed that
he was turned on by the idea.

   "You made a fucking promise," Matt said, "now fucking keep it. I want you to
eat that shit. Lick it, suck it and swallow it."

   "What, now?"

   "In a minute." Matt had had an idea. He ran upstairs and returned after a
minute with a video camera, which he set up at a good but close enough
distance from the shit. When the tape was running, Matt once more ordered,
"Eat!"

   With that, he grabbed Pad by his mop of blonde hair and thrust his face right
into the filthy shit. The smell was rancid, as was the taste, but Pad had
promised. He put out his tongue and licked the shit, gradually getting used to
it. He lapped up more and more, his tongue and face were coated brown.

   "Now pick it up and eat!" Matt ordered.

   Pad picked up the turd, and it felt squelchy in his hand. Nevertheless, he
had no choice. He bit off a chunk, gagging at the bitter taste, but chewed on it
in spite of the taste. All the while, Matt was behind the camera, wanking
himself silly, beating his dick at an incredible speed. When Pad swallowed the
shit it was too much, and Matt went over the edge, cum spurting out of his
dick and landing on the floor of the cellar. Pad was, thought Matt, an erotic
sight to see, naked and erect eating shit with brown stains all over his face.

   "Lap up that cum," Matt ordered.

   This time, Pad didn't hesitate. He crawled forward to where the cum was
cooling in a small puddle and thrust his tongue into it, licking the stones dry of
Matt's delicious sweet juices.

   "Now come over here," Matt commanded. Pad crawled over to his friend
and knealt down before him. "Open wide," Matt said. Pad obeyed and Matt let
loose a flow of hot piss straight into Pad's mouth. Pad gagged but drunk the
lot, knowing that he had to obey Matthew, wanting to obey Matthew. Wanting
nothing more than to become his friend's property.

   "Is that it?" Pad asked, "is that my torture?"

   "Oh no," Matt grinned, "I've barely started."


Matt and Pad (part 2)

Based on two real people, this story is totally fictitious, and implies nothing
about the sexuality of any of its characters. The story involves gay sex
between teenaged boys, so if you're not allowed to or don't want to read such
material, stop now. Feedback gratefully accepted at
jon_stansfield@talk21.com. If you want to see pictures, e-mail me and I'll
send you the relevant URL (I've had to put them on the net due to an overload
of requests, but I don't think I can publish URLs here.).

Thanks to all those who e-mailed regarding part one.

Matt and Pad (part 2)

Pad came back into the cellar, still naked, only now clean, ready for more
"torture".

"Good shower?" Matt asked, lust all over his face as he admired his friend's
naked form.

"Yeah," said Pad.

Matt crossed to the other side of the cellar and picked up some of his
mother's clothes line.

"This ought to do!" he said, walking back to Pad. " Lie down and put your arms
above your head."

Pad obliged, and Matt bound his wrists together. He then tied Pad's wrists to
a hook on the far wall of the cellar, trapping Pad face up with his arms tied to
the wall. Matt then used another length of the line to tie Pad's legs together at
the ankles, leaving him stretched out and helpless along the cellar floor.

"Now," said Matt, "let's see if you like having your feet serviced."

At mention of this, Pad's dick rose to full attention. Matt grinned, and licked
the length of his friend's hardon, breathing in the sweaty, salty aroma of pre-
cum.

"So you like that idea," he said, a wicked grin on his face.

"Mmmm," Pad groaned in acknowledgement.

Matt started kissing Pad's legs, starting at the thighs and working his way
down, dampening the flesh with his tongue until he reached Pad's bound bare
feet.

"Let's see what we can do with these," he said, running his tongue slowly
down Pad's bare soles. Pad moaned and wriggled around in ecstasy, pre-cum
oozing out of his throbbing cock head. Matt thrust his face into his friend's
feet, lapping up the funky smell of sweat, licking the soles, taking delight in his
friend's writhing on the floor.

"You like this, don't you," he grunted, licking and sucking at Pad's sweaty feet,
"you love to have me licking your feet, don't you?"

"Yes," Pad grunted, still writhing on the floor, "yes.I.love.it."

Matt started to gently stroke Pad's feet with his finger tips, sending Pad totally
crazy. "That tickles!" he said, and this spurred Matt on to do it more. He tickled
Pad's feet, brushing his fingers over every sensitive spot, for a solid half hour.
Pad's dick continually spilled pre-cum out over his stomach, soaking his
blonde pubes.

When he'd finished with Pad's feet, he laid down on top of his tied-up friend
and started to kiss him. The two boy's tongues met and they sank into a hot,
wet, passionate kiss. Matt ground his crotch into Pad's, and the two boys' pre-
cum spilled out, wetting both their stomachs.

Matt moved down and started licking the sweat from Pad's chest, flicking his
tongue over his friend's nipples, eliciting more ecstatic moans from Pad. He
buried his tongue in Pad's navel, sniffing and licking, revelling in the musky,
sweaty, odours.

Next, Matt began to lick the pre-cum from Pad's stomach, before moving
down to Pad's cock head. He started flicking his tongue over it, causing more
pre-cum and more moans to escape from pad's taught, sweating form. Matt
sucked the pre-cum out of his friend's dick and swallowed it all, before taking
the length of the dick into his mouth. Deep throating was something Matt had
never done before, but he gave it his best shot, gagging occasionally as he
wet the length of Pad's dick.

Pad was in heaven. Matt's mouth sucking on his tool felt like a hot, wet and
highly erotic vacuum cleaner. Pad was close to the edge, and knew that he
couldn't hold his load in much longer.

"I'm.gonna.cum," he moaned.

Matt didn't stop sucking. Rather, he sucked faster, working Pad to a massive
climax. He was still sucking at this rapid speed when he was rewarded with a
hot, salty load of jism spurting from Pad's cock head and into his mouth. He
swallowed every drop, loving the taste of it, the taste of his friend's boy-cum. It
was slightly salty, but also sweet. Matt adored it.

"There," he said, looking at Pad's naked body and admiring the beauty of it.
"Did you like that?"

"Hmmmm." Pad could hardly speak. But it didn't matter to Matt. Having sex
with his beautiful friend was all he wanted. And here he was doing it. He
untied Pad then, and the two boys left the cellar.

Matt's bedroom door opened, and Matt and Pad came rushing in. They got
onto the bed, Pad on the bottom, Matt on the top, and began to kiss
passionately. Pad could taste his own cum on Matt's tongue, salty but nice,
and Matt just enjoyed sharing oral juices with his friend. After a while of
kissing and fondling, Matt was beginning to feel the need to cum again.

"Pad," he said, in between kisses, "lift your legs up."

Pad knew what was coming now, and he wanted it. He didn't argue, he just
lifted his legs. Matt rested them on his own shoulders and then spat onto his
hand. He began to lube up his dick as best he could, soaking it with his own
saliva, being careful not to accidentally wank himself to climax.

Then he thrust his tongue into Pad's hole, licking and sucking at his friend's
tight pucker. The smell was sweaty, and sickly sweet, as was the taste. Matt
basked in the sensations of sex, and inserted a wet finger into Pad's hole to
loosen him up a bit. Pad groaned, and Matt inserted another finger, wiggling
them around. Pad moaned again.

"You OK?" Matt asked.

"Yeah." Pad moaned ".fuck.me!"

Matt wasted no more time. He lubed up his dick a little more and then
squeezed it up Pad's arse. Pad had never been fucked before, and while it
was painful, he was enjoying it too. Whole new sensations of pleasure
washed over him as Matt gently slid his cock into him, out again, in again,
getting into a slow, relaxed rhythm of fucking.

Matt was in complete ecstasy. Everything around him was a blur. All he could
feel was Pad's hot chute clamped against his dick, all he could do was gently
thrust inside his friend, loving the feeling of real, gay anal sex.

Pad was loving the feeling of having Matt's hot rod inside him, brushing
against his prostate, sending electrical charges of pure sexual pleasure right
through him.

Both boys were amazed that it felt this good.

Nearing his climax, Matt picked up speed, thrusting his dick in and out of Pad
faster and faster until..

Matt exploded inside Pad, sending a load of hot cum right up into Pad's
insides. At the same time, Pad cried out and shot his lot all over Matt's chest.
Exhausted, Matt withdrew from inside Pad and the two boys collapsed on the
bed. Together, they slept, their naked bodies tangled together in a sweaty,
sexy heap. Both of them dreamt of nothing else but their sex. Both of them
wanted nothing more than to fuck again, and soon.

THE END

Sorry people, but I don't plan to write more on these two. It's just get
repetative and boring. No, honest, it would! Hope you enjoyed it while it
lasted. E-mail me with feedback.

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