Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 13:41:44 +0100 (BST)
From: David Williams <davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: William's Account 2

Kevin stayed in hospital for another 10 days. The police had gone around to
investigate the bashings and the drunken oaf had attacked them and been
quickly carted off to gaol. The judge suggested that he be detained for 2
years, which pleased Kevin's mum.  But she was still in hospital with a
broken pelvis, and other complications from the beating.  She told the
authorities that Kevin was the problem and that she didn't want to see her
'poofter' son ever again.  In the meantime, Kevin had been staying at our
place. Mum and dad were quite happy to have him sharing my room and even
bought a new single bed for him.  With loving treatment from my parents and
me, he quickly recovered.

Following a visit from the authorities, dad told them that he was willing
to become the boy's guardian, as he felt there was no point in sending the
boy into foster care when they were pleased, happy and financially able to
look after him.  I was so happy about that I hugged and kissed my
dad. Surprisingly that didn't shock him.

I was now able to examine Kevin's cock in detail as I had to assist him in
the shower, making sure his repaired broken wrist didn't get wet.
Naturally when I was soaping him all over his cock got stiff and I lovingly
washed it and his arse, even fingering his arse every opportunity. He never
objected. Then after he had been with us for almost two weeks, I sucked him
off. He was delighted and shocked that I would do that to him. He had been
scared that I wouldn't understand his gay feelings, so I lovingly announced
as I cuddled him in my bed that night that I had great feelings for him and
was in love with him. He kissed me and cried a flood of beautiful tears.  I
sucked him again that night and we slept cuddled up together spoon fashion,
my large hard cock rubbing up into his arse crack.

The guys at school asked me about Kevin almost daily and seemed concerned
for his wellbeing. They thought my parents were tops for taking him in.  A
week after his mum left hospital, a box was delivered to our place. It was
all that remained of Kevin's 'things'.  His mum put a note on it saying she
wished him well but as his father was right, they didn't want a pansy
poofter in their house. She and his sister left town a few days later with
a friend of his fathers.

The authorities were extremely concerned that they would now have to take
Kevin in and assign him to government foster care, as he was still only 14.
To my great delight, but also surprise, my father went to seek advise from
the highest government officials, and finally was able to sign another
undertaking that he took complete responsibility for Kevin until he was 18,
when he would be able to make his own decision about his life.

When this news was coveyed to Kevin he hugged and kissed my dad right on
the lips. I was a little concerned but dad just hugged him more and kissed
him back. Then Kevin hugged and kissed my mum, and she cried and whispered
something to him, and he hugged her more tightly. Then he turned to me and
hugged and kissed me.  We all celebrated the new addition to our family.

The attitude of most of the guys at school to Kevin changed. They all
treated him with greater respect, except Paul. It was many months before I
learnt why Paul was still against my loving boy friend.

Kevin was so happy. He danced around the house all the time, up and down
the stairs. Our house reverberated to the stereo music and we all felt good
about this lovely boy's happiness.  Even his dance teacher was pleased and
he was able to win his first championship just prior to his 15th
birthday. We all went along to watch and cheer him on, even a big group
from school.

I gained the sports award for Junior football, our team going through the
entire season undefeated. I also was awarded a blue for swimming, and
should have got the school award for sex, only the teachers didn't know of
any of the activities I participated in with the swimming guys or Kevin for
that matter.

Scholastically I finished in the top 5% of my grade, and surprisingly,
Kevin moved from being in the lower 10% to into the top 10%. His teachers
were so pleased and I realised that living in a happy cohesive family was
the greatest boon to a good school result.

For the end of year social Kevin and I both asked chicks to go with us and
dad and mum made special preparations for us. Mum made little posies for
the chicks and dad bought boxes of chocolates and had then professionally
wrapped for us to give to them.  Everything was going really well until
Kevin disappeared. I became concerned so went outside to see where he could
be. There he was around behind the sports storeroom. His trousers were down
and he was crying.  Paul had called him out and taken him there and raped
him. It seemed that Paul had first fucked Kevin six months previously and
wanted his arse whenever he fancied it.  I cleaned Kevin up and re-assured
him that nothing was changed between us. He returned to the dance but
wasn't a s happy as he should have been. His arse he told me hurt something
dreadful.  Then to the hushed attention of the entire school Kevin was
called up to dance for us. My heart really hurt for him, but in spite of
his hurt, he performed.

The band had his favourite number, the current top 10 song and Kevin took
off his coat and danced like he was winning gold at the Olympics. It was
one of the best performances I had ever witnessed from him, and the
assembled kids went ape over him.  He was assured a place in school
history.  We escorted our chicks home, with mum and dad, kissed them good
night. I think they were a bit, maybe that should be very,
disappointed. They knew I had a huge cock and I was told later that they
both had hoped that their cherries would be taken that night. Shit they
were only 14 and so were we.

When we got home I told mum and dad about Kevin's dancing, but I wasn't
sure about revealing the fucking or Paul's actions.  Kevin and I showered
and I washed his arse carefully and with great feeling and concern. He
hugged and kissed me in the shower. Dad called out to see if everything was
ok. I knew he knew we were both in the shower together.  I applied some
skin cream to Kevin's arse and we just cuddled up in bed, both naked and
slept, wrapped with each other's feelings.

Dad called in to wake us the next morning. I have never found out if he was
shocked or otherwise, finding us cuddled up together naked. He never said a
word.

My mind raced about Paul's attack on Kevin and I pondered how I could fix
him right up. He was much bigger than I was, and almost 16, so fighting was
out.  I thought about telling someone but that could easily backfire on
Kevin, as it would be revealed that he had allowed Paul to fuck him many
times earlier in the year.

I actually discussed this with my swim mentor, who subsequently decided
that my arse needed cock, and I must say that I really enjoyed being
fucked, but in a very gentle and loving manner. The suggestion was that I
should in some way reveal to his macho mates his desire to plunder boys'
arses.

My final solution was easy. I dropped a hand written note into the sports
equipment box for Paul's basketball team. All it said was that "Paul likes
to be fucked in the arse".

A week later I got my answer. Paul was absent from school that
Monday. Nothing was said except there was a rumour going around the school
that he had been the centre of attention at an all boys house party on
Saturday night.  He didn't ever come back to school.  It was stated that
his mum had been offered a really top job in a city about an hours drive
away, and he and his mum had moved there. His dad had fled the house years
previously.

Later I also found out that my mentor had through his connections organised
the job, which was genuine, for Paul's mum. I also found out those older
guys from then on in his new city also regularly invaded Paul's arse.

Dad decided that we should have our summer vacation by the sea and so we
drove to this lovely beach resort, staying in a nice cabin attached to a
guesthouse.  There had been some confusion with the bookings so that when
we arrived the only cabin assigned to us had big double beds in each
bedroom. Dad winked at me, but Kevin said it was ok, he didn't mind having
to share with me.

One the second night there I asked him if I could fuck him. He was
overjoyed as he had wanted me to for ages but had been frightened to broach
the subject. I had actually planned it, obtaining a tube of personal lube
from a supermarket the week previous. The boy at the checkout (I had
deliberately made sure there was a young guy on the checkout) smiled at me
and rubbed his hand over his crotch. I smiled and winked back at him. He
bent forward and whispered to me that it made you feel good. I got his
message. He was a slightly build boy about 16 with blonde streaks in his
hair. I also noted that he had some rings on his fingers, a nice loose gold
bracelet on his left wrist and a chain around his next.  Two days later I
met him at his break and we went off to a building nearby and I started to
wank him, then I dropped down and sucked him to a shattering climax. He
could hardly walk afterwards. I said I would suck him off anytime, and he
agreed he would love that.

We met twice a week after we returned from my holiday and I swallowed all
his uncut thin cock could provide. Then one day he asked me to meet him
early on Saturday morning, as he had a special request.  We met and he
showed me a tube of lube he had stolen from the supermarket. I immediately
thought that he didn't want me to suck him any more, but I was wrong. He
wanted me to fuck him!  He had been preparing his arse for the past week
with all manner of vegies and wooden handles. During all our time together
he had never seen or touched my cock, so when I opened my pants and pulled
it out he almost fainted. He had no idea it was so big, but he wasn't put
off. He wanted to be fucked. We climbed into an older abandoned building
and we found some old bags. He stripped off and I sucked his lovely cock
and then using the lube I prepared his arse and my cock.  He asked me if I
had fucked anyone before and I lied and said no, he would be the first for
my cock. That made him happy.  It took a bit of effort but then he relaxed
and my knob popped into him. He muffled a little scream as I drew back,
then I pushed s bit and gradually over the next few minutes I eased more
and more of my 20cm into the boy. Eventually he was comfortable with my
cock in him, and so I began the fucking process. The tightness of his arse
walls sent me into pleasurable spins and soon I had a good rhythm going,
giving both of us much pleasure. His legs started to bang my back and then
he gurgled and his body tightened and his cock started to fire off globs of
cum. The pulsing restrictions on his arse sent me into the highest order of
sexual feeling and I was soon filling his nice small arse with load after
load of cum.  We kissed and he hugged me, just like Kevin did.  It was the
first of many fucks until I introduced him to my mentor. Young Gary was
soon getting as many fucks as he wanted and probably more.

In order to assist Kevin's body development programme, I took him along to
swim training. He was soon almost as fast as I was, but then decided to
change from freestyle to breaststroke and he started to excel. My mentor
was pleased, as here was a beautiful 15 year-old boy, eager for cock.

Do you enjoy this? If so e-mail me: davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk