Date: Wed, 9 May 2007 07:52:39 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: COUSIN BILL

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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COUSIN BILL



by



G. Cutter




It was Easter again and as everyone knows we get a four week break from
school, just enough to keep us going until the long summer holidays. Four
weeks isn't a lot of time to let your hair down in but just about enough to
chill out and unwind. The good thing was that the dreary winter was at an
end and SUMMER WAS ON IT'S WAY.

I'd normally be away with the Scouts as I'm heavily involved in the local
troop, a Patrol Leader no less and I hear you say: 'Wowsie wow, the power
mad little prick.' Having put you in the frame seasonwise as you might say
I'll fill you in on some more personal details but not enough for you to
stalk me or anything like that.

Name, Mick usually called Micky and definitely not Mike. Fifteen and a
half, quite tall, dark haired, currently in a buzz cut and skinny or lithe
as I preferred. I'd done the growth spurt bit and was just hovering under
the six foot mark and at this moment in time and space I was concentrating
on building some muscle mainly by eating like a horse and exercising like a
wimp. Anyway, my parents seemed happy with me and I was happy enough with
myself, so, bollocks to Planet Earth. With climate change running amok I'd
probably get to be wiped out with the rest of humankind (can't say mankind
anymore the feminists get the hump, LOL), in around thirty years or so, so
why worry?

I'm not normally gloomy but my holiday plans of generally doing nothing
other than mucking around with my scouting mates had received a spanner in
the works. My snot nosed cousin Billy had been inflicted on me for two
weeks for some obscure reason which I won't go into here. Enough to say
that I hadn'd seen him for a couple or three years as he and his family
lived up in Manchester and we weren't too much of a tightly knit family. In
fact, my mum and her sister were barely on speaking terms so I was a bit
surprised that the dreaded Billy was coming at all.

Billy by the way was fourteen (I think) and the last time I'd seen him had
been as a snivelling rat of around ten or eleven so I was not a very happy
bunny. I was stomping around my room and hiding my goodies away prior to
his arrival as he was kipping in with me and I didn't want him messing
around with any of my treasures. You know, the knackered old air pistol,
the WWII German helmet and my top secret stash of sex mags. Unfortunately I
couldn't hide the second rate computer I possessed but it may have it's
uses. That was rather down to how Billy had turned out after a quite a long
absence, I was smart enough to realise that he couldn't stay a runny nosed
dwarf forever, hopefully.

'Come down, your dad'll be back soon,' my mother yelled from downstairs and
I may say in passing, she has a pretty good yell on her. Dad say's you can
hear her in Brighton if the wind's right.

I clonked down the stairs into the front room where my mother was lurking
trying to look maternal, my mother was a Leader in the local Girl Guide
Group so she treated all boys including yours truly and dad as aliens, she
also didn't handle maternal all that well. She wasn't what you'd call one
of the aforementioned feminists more one of the jolly hockeysticks types. I
often wondered how I came to be conceived as my 'rents seemed to spend most
of the time either in open war or ignoring each other. Weird setup, still,
they left me alone and that was the main thing. I think dad expected me to
follow him into the family building business but he hadn't pushed it and I
just drifted through school with no clear idea of my future at all. I
suppose I could always join the Army or the Navy when I was seventeen, at
least I'd get to see the world and collect a few medals.

'Get William settled in when he arrives and for God's sake try and look
pleasant,' she frowned at me and then grinned. 'It's only for two weeks,
Micky.'

'Little prick.'

'Enough of that.' The smile disappeared. 'How do you know what he's like?
You haven't seen him for four years and I might remind you mister... you
were a little whatsit four years ago as well.'

Suitably put in my place a gave her a weak smile. I was trying to remember
if mum and dad were talking this week or if it was one of the stony silence
ones. Buggered if I knew.

Just then I heard our car drive onto the carpad and sighed. It was about to
begin, two weeks of dragging around a dribbly nosed midget. My mates would
give me the elbow and I'd have to drown him or something.

'Smile.' My mother frowned at me and I fixed a manic grin on my
face. Anyone would think Prince William was about to come in the front
door. I peered through the curtains but all I could see was my dad and what
appeared to be an giant anorak on legs trailing close behind. Perhaps he'd
picked up a Yeti by mistake, he'd done dafter things.

Dad's keys rattled in the door and he entered the room with this thing in
tow. The first thing I noticed was the startling grey eyes, as grey as all
those Russian kids I oggled on the naturalist sites the rest of it
followed. A huge old anorak that came down to his knees and a woolly
fisherman's hat on his head pulled down over his ears making him look like
an egg wearing a bonnet. The shortness had gone, he was nearly as tall as I
was and I was delighted to see that his sweet upturned nose was drip
free. I must have been staring as he smiled slightly as he took his hat
off, by the way his teeth were beautiful as well. An unruly mop of blonde
hair sprang free and I was faced with a vision.

Well. I'm your normal boy. I find a few girls tasty and more than a few
boys to my liking, Sex-Ed classes tell us that it's quite normal for my age
and I was happy enough going by their book. My little secret was that month
by month I found myself liking the boys more than the girls but I excused
that by telling myself I found boys easier to get on with. As far as
William or Billy was concerned I was determined to get on with him, who
knew where it could lead to.

'Hello, Bilbo,' I used his baby name and he didn't seem to mind at all. His
grin got broader and I nearly wet my knickers.

'Hi, Micky. Long time no see.'

My mum and dad glanced at each other and relaxed. 'Would you like to take
William upto your room whilst we make some tea,' my mother suggested and I
just grinned at my cousin. Would I like to, I just wanted to see him with
that bloody anorak off and oggle his body.

'Come on, Bilbo. I'll show you the den.'

Mum and dad did a polite little smile apiece, I think they'd been expecting
some sort of affray but things were peachy. I had a lust object for a
couple of weeks but then again I was at the stage of feeling my feet,
experimenting maybe and I knew who I'd like to experiment on.

If truth be told I was a virgin, a one hundred percent virgin. Of course, I
read Nifty and looked at any naked boy sites you could visit for free and
often wondered at laying nude with another boy but I'd never actually done
it. I'd never even had a wank with another kid although I knew a few who
had. I wasn't actually shy, I was just a natural loner or I took my time
making friends to be more correct. As Billy followed me up the stairs I was
determined that this was going to be the holiday that things would happen.

'Hot down here,' William or Billy as I still considered him remarked as we
came onto the landing and I flung open the door to my room.

'I thought it was a bit cool,' I stood there and waved him in
ceremoniously. What's mine is yours sorta thing.

'Like an icebox up home,' he grinned and cautiously walked into my little
empire. 'Kewl,' he remarked casting his eyeballs around.

'Only problem's the bed,' I went for the throat in a manner of
speaking. Now I have to launch into an explanation here. You know the
normal double bunks they have in kid's rooms? Yeah? Well mine was one of
the state of the art thingies which had a normal three foot bunk on top but
a much larger one on the bottom, nearly double size in fact and the idea is
that you can use it as a sofa without knocking your head every five minutes
like you do with the old fashioned ones. When I'd had pals on a rare
sleepover in the past we'd just shared the bottom one and left the top as
it currently was. A messy storage space. By the way, on prior sleepovers
nothing of any consequence had happened and that's to save the evil
thoughts bubbling under.

'What's wrong with it?' He dropped his holdall and started to undo the
massive anorak.

'If you want to sleep on top we'll have to find somewhere to store the
rubbish or you can share the bottom.' I stood with bated breath as they
say.

'I'm not fussed,' he shrugged. That was it, problem solved.

He lounged by the window and continued to survey my room, he eyed the
computer, televsion and music centre before giving an approving nod. 'You
got the works he,' he said admiringly. 'Well fit.' I think that one was a
compliment.

'Toilet and shower through there,' I indicated my dad's latest little bit
of home improvements. 'If you want a bath you'll have to make a booking and
go down the hall.'

'I'll settle for a shower,' he grinned. 'Better than my place that's for
sure.' I glowed. I actually basked in his approval. Jeez, he was a year
younger than I was and here I was acting like a vestal virgin whatever that
was.

'Tea and sandwiches.' My dad's bellow came up the stairs.

'Shall we?' I oggled his slim form, he'd suddenly got a lot trimmer with
the discarding of the anorak by the way, he looked a bit more like a boy
now rather than a kitbag. He had a fluffy sweater on (created by the
fashion house from hell) and I could see a t-shirt peeping up around his
neck, he also wore quite tight khaki cargoes, you know, the things with all
the knee pockets. I was wearing the traditional blue jeans with the
mandatory rips and tears just to do a bit of catchup. I caught my breath as
he preceded me from the room. His bum was a delicacy to drivel
over. Tightly contained in his khakis, perky and high riding... I had to
see it in the flesh, mind you, I'd probably pass out with the pleasure but
there you go.

We trompled down the stairs and my mum gave me that familiar piss taking
grin she learnt at the Guides. 'Got two carthorses in the house now... sit
down boys, tuck in. I'm not doing supper until around eight so you can
wander around or whatever.' One good thing about my parents was that they
didn't actually tell me what to do, the bad thing was that if I got
abducted by aliens or hopefully pervy pixies they wouldn't notice me gone
for about three days. I'd settle for the pixies, it could be fun being
abused by little boys with pointy ears but there's my imagination taking
charge again.

Another change in my new lust's lifestyle was that he ate like a horse. The
last time I'd seen him he'd been picky and choosy, not now. He took
sandwiches into his maw like a crocodile, even my mum was taken aback a
bit. I think she envisaged the food bill going up like a rocket.

We finished up and went back upstairs, I didn't quite know what to do, take
him around and show him off or lurk around in the room and oggle him. The
weather decided the issue in the end, it was mild rather than warm but I
offered him a ramble around and he accepted. We lived on the edge of common
ground which then became woods, it was the area for a good mooch... so
mooching we went. I managed to talk him out of the super anorak and luckily
he had a lightweight sports top which he took with him.

After promising mum not to stay out more than a couple of hours we left via
the kitchen and back garden.

'You've changed,' he spoke as we headed off across the common towards to
local apology for a river. 'Bigger and butcher,' he laughed.

'Well, you've sprung up as well,' I replied still trying to think what the
'butcher' remark meant. 'You're nearly as big as I am.'

'You've been peeping,' he giggled.

I just smiled. He was quick of lip, I'll give him that. As we walked he
removed the fluffy jumper he'd been wearing and draped it around his
shoulders tying the arms in a knot. Unfortunately, there were no friends
around to introduce him to and we finished up walking along the river bank
chucking in stones and lumps of wood.

'Wanna sit down?' He paused and looked at me wiping a beading of sweat from
his brow.

I gave him a shrug and flopped onto the grass and he did the same alongside
me. I was trying to perv his crotch but his cargoes effectively hid
whatever he had beneath. He grinned at me again and lay back stretching
himself out and looking up at the cloudy sky. 'Gonna rain later you
reckon?'

'Maybe.' I felt tongue tied with this kid, very odd as I'm usually pretty
good at chitchat. I loved his soft Mancunian accent as well, better than
that horrible Scouse or Geordie. 'I've got some DVD's indoors we can watch
later on. I don't normally sit down with my folks.'

'Yeah, Coronation Street's a drag.'

'And East East Enders.'

'And Home and Away.'

'Emmerdale'

'Hollyoaks... yeuchy.'

'And all that family entertainment crap,' I laughed. I liked Billy as he
now was, very much on my wavelength or at least I hoped so. I couldn't wait
for the great adventure... bedtime or maybe showertime.  'What do you like
to watch?'

'Horrors,' he promptly replied. 'Scifi, fantasy and good CSI, NCIS any
American crime stuff .' Brilliant, we were soul mates.

'I gotta load of crap indoors but we can have a sort out later on.'

'Sure,' he looked at me sideways. 'No girlfriend?'

'Nah.' Very casual, very Mr Boy about Town with that one.

'Same as me,' he stretched out again and I swore he gave a little pelvic
thrust, not a Michael Jackson sort of thing but along those lines.

'How's the parents?' I wasn't particularly fussed to be quite honest and I
barely remembered them but I was running short of things to say.

'Alright, I suppose,' he sounded about as interested in his parents as I
was. 'You got Internet on that PC of yours?'

'Yeah, most of my mates are on line. I give 'em a bit of chat now and then
but surf around mainly, maybe an hour or so a night.'

'Porn?' He looked at me and grinned.

'Naturalism,' I countered. 'All good porn sites cost, you can look at most
naturalist sites for free.'

'I never thought of that.'

'That's because you're younger and dimmer,' I explained. I was half hoping
he'd leap on me at the insult and he did just that. I expelled air in a
whoof as he rolled over on me pressing his forearm across my throat and
grinning like a loon.

'Apologise or die.'

'Piss off,' I struggled but he was bearing down on me and he was no
lightweight either. Rather stupidly I wrapped my legs around his waist
trying to crush him and all that did was to weld us both together and I
could feel his groin pressing against mine. I think I raised an instant
erection as I felt his soft privates press against mine but he too had the
same problem. I swear as we struggled and he eventually moved his arm to
free himself that I could feel him harden up in response to me. His warm
cheek was pressing against mine and I nearly lost it and kissed him.  Not
to be a loser I rolled over on top of him and pressed him to the grass,
this time it was definite, not a shadow of a doubt, he was hard and so was
I.

'Gerrof, gerrof,' he spluttered and he'd gone a delicate shade of red.

'Surrender?'

'Yes sir,' he grinned cheekily up at me and quite deliberately pushed his
middle upwards into me and I felt our erections press together. I got off
him hurriedly, I felt my face burn with shame. This was my kid cousin if
there is such a term and we were getting aroused at a routine rough and
tumble.

'I'll give you a battle at bedtime,' he challenged. 'I wrestle better in my
sleeping shorts.'

'I'll bet,' I laughed and after a pause so did he. I think things were
getting out of hand in the nicest possible way and the thought of wrestling
with him half naked made my hard even harder.

'Seems to appeal,' he grinned looking pointedly at my bulging jeans and of
course I did the big blush again. 'No matter.' Then to my shock and
absolute horror he moulded the material of his cargoes to display a
perfectly visible sausage down his trouser leg. This boy had no shame, I
wouldn't have dared do anything like that. 'Can't help it, it's my age,' he
offered as an excuse which I nodded along with. I didn't want him thinking
I fancied him, he might go running back to Manchester.

It was a bit of an awkward movement but harping back to wavelengths I think
it firmly indicated that we were in tune. Hows about that for a nice turn
of phrase. I love mangling English and bad puns. Billy smiled at me just a
tad nervously as we clambered to our feet and ambled down alongside the
river again.

'Nice out here, pity it isn't a bit warmer,' he stopped and looked at the
nearby woods. 'Can we go over there?'

'We can go where you like, William my man. I am here merely to please you.'

'Sarky sod.' That one will need translating for the non English reader.

I laughed and we diverted just a little heading for the trees. I had the
funny idea it was a National Trust bit but there were no signposts and the
local kids made free with the place all the way from picnics with their
parents to weekend shaggies with their trollops. I wondered briefly if boys
ever did boy on boy stuff amongst the shrubbery but dismissed the thought,
I'd be popping another one else.

'Hey, wicked,' Billy leapt up and swung from a low branch. I just stood
their dribbling as I oggled his tightly clenched arse in his khakis.  'Come
on you tart.'

I couldn't resist the challenge, I was up with him swinging from the same
branch. We hung and swung like a pair of retarded chimps for a few minutes
and then dropped onto the soft moss with aching arms.

'That was good,' he breathed heavily as we lay side by side once more.

'You're too lively for me,' I did a mock grumble.

'I dont think so,' he looked at me with his beautiful grey eyes. 'I think
you've got stacks of life in you, you just need encouraging.'

'Yeah... well.' I had speech loss again. Everything he said seemed to have
a hidden meaning or perhaps it was my imagination. 'You'll have to
encourage me.' There you go, two could play at mystery remarks.

'Later,' he laughed. I just looked at him for a moment and then away. I'd
suddenly got the feeling that he was playing a game with me.

'Come on,' I got to my feet and held my hand out. 'Lets have a ramble.'

'I'd love a ramble,' he giggled and grabbed my hand and I hoisted him
up. We stood holding hands like a pair of little girls for just a moment
but just long enough. 'I like you more than I used to,' he blushed and
turned away.

'Ditto, Billy,' I rushed and caught him up and draped my arm around his
shoulder and gave him a quick hug, you know, one of the manly or chummy
ones nothing camp.

'Later,' he said again. It must have been one of his favourite words and I
still didn't know what he meant.

'Later,' I agreed and he beamed. At least I'd said something right.

We had a good wander about and I tried to stop studying him too closely,
one reason was that every time we split a bit and I looked at him he was
looking at me. Weird but there you go. In the end I suggested we meander
back, it was coming on supper time and I'd get a bollocking if I brought
him back late. You know one thing young men like myself don't like is being
shamed in front of their friends and Billy was definitely in the friends
grouping. I wanted to make it close friends but here I was was stumped. How
did you tell a boy you fancied them and I don't mean as an arm wrestling
companion. Arm wrestling... now there's a thought.

As soon as we got back in we were sent up to washup. I'm glad mum didn't
differentiate between Billy and myself but being a super Guide she probably
did it as a matter of policy and a good one if I say so myself. We crammed
into my little bathroom and shared the handwashing, real contact again. We
wandered downstairs giggling and mum and dad gave us a funny look but I
think they were relieved we were getting on so well.

'What are you doing tonight, boys, going out again?' My dad showed some
interest which was unusual for him.

'Thought we'd stay in and have an early one, Billy's a bit shagged after
his trip down.'

'Tired is the word, dear,' my mum smiled politely, of course Billy grinned
like a chimp which cheered me up no end.

'Out and about tomorrow?' My dad wobbled on, Christ all I wanted to do was
get through the meal and get upto my room.

'Yeah, probably take Billy around and introduce him to Dean and Darren.'

'The deadly twins,' my mother sniffed, she wasn't taken too much with my
closest pals who lived up the road.

'They're alright,' I muttered to Billy who was sitting alongside me but he
concentrated on his food. He was doing his hungry crocodile bit again, he
was the first one to clear his plate and sat there like a starving waif,
talk about shades of Oliver Twist. Needless to say my mum hopped up and
relenished him and off he went again.

Eventually it was all over and as we mounted the stairs my dad called out
good night and mum gave a little wave.

'Is that it?' Billy whispered to me as we went into our room, it was barely
eight o'clock.

'Is that what?'

'Don't they pop in and say good night or anything?'

'Not normally, they may rap on the door and give another good night but
that's about it.'

'So weird,' Billy grinned. 'My ma gives me a virtual tuck in and snog every
night, most embarassing.'

'I'll bet,' I laughed and flopped onto the bed. I was tempted to volunteer
to tuck him in and snog him myself but thought better of it. I was a bit
tired myself but it was far too early to think of going to bed and I was
duty bound to entertain my guest, William. The beautiful Billy boy.

'Come on, you gonna show me these naturalist sites of yours.'

'Hang on I'll turn on,' I did this and he seemed surprised that I used a
password before I could start but I explained that it kept the 'rents at
bay. I signed onto my server and typed in a website and away we went. I
think he was a bit taken aback by the fact that the site was in Russian but
I showed him that the selection was in English and away we went. I showed
him the choice panel where I normally selected either; kids, collections,
nudes or erotics. You can guess what he went for... yeah, only one guess,
not three.

'They're not naked,' he protested at the first set that flashed up. 'Bloody
fiddle.'

'It's not a porn site,' I explained patiently. 'You have to dig, you have
to go through a load of junk to get any decent pictures but they are there,
never fear.'

'Rightho boss,' he settled down on my swivel chair and I pulled up the
spare kitchen upright that I'd swagged.

Three minutes I had him sussed out. He did a fleeting peek at a few girls
but most of his viewing was of boys. To be fair the majority of the
galleries were of boys ranging from toddlers to young teens so he didn't
really have a choice. At one stage he complained that it was getting warm
and removed his t-shirt and sat there bare chested. I just lurked and
drooled... sad or what. I didn't peep at all the semi naked beauties
flashing up on the screen, I examined him in minute detail, I even took a
crafty sniff.

'Wowsie wow,' he finally rested back and adjusted his crotch. 'I can see
why you like this naturalist stuff.' The screen was full of a naked young
teen with a very obvious erection, he was so erect his foreskin had totally
disappeared and his shiny glans stuck out like a sore thumb to coin a
phrase. I glanced down and wasn't really surprised to see a lump at the
front of Billy's khaki trousers. He had a hidden stiffy but then again so
had I and to my shame mine came from the close examination of his flawless
pale skin and his darker skinned aureoles around his perky little
nipples. I was gone, I was gay, it was the Bedroom of the Damned. I felt
like shit but felt like I was on a threshold of something new. Gotta be as
sick as a parrot, I was in love with a cousin and a boy cousin at that.

'So, you like the site?' I asked cautiously.

'Yeah, great,' he grinned and looked at me with those arctic grey eyes just
like one of those little Ukrainian darlings.

I don't know how I kept my hands to myself but his next words really threw
the cat amongst the pidgeons (another one of those bloody phrases).

'I suppose I'll have to have a wank in the toilet,' his eyes held mine.

'You're a bit young for that aren't you.' OK, so it was lame but I couldn't
think of anything else to say.

'I'm fourteen, not four,' he laughed. 'Don't tell me you don't wank at your
age.'

I felt lost. Christ, I was the older of the two of us and I just got the
idea that he was leading all the way, a sort of Lolita boy. Mind you that
was nonsense, I wasn't an old man I was barely a year or so older than he
was. 'Of course I wank, I just don't talk about it all day long.'

'I've hardly been on about it all day,' he looked a little hurt and I
wanted so much to cuddle him. 'Don't you like me?' He added in a very small
voice.

'Yeah, I do. A lot,' I stuck my neck out. I then made the move that could
make or break our little moment and I did it without even thinking. I
reached out and placed my hand on his and gently squeezed it and this
wasn't like the hug in the woods, this was neither manly or chummy.

'Good,' he blushed a little and his face came nearer, I thought he was
going to kiss me for one awful moment but he didn't. 'I like you too,
Micky. A lot.'

'It's nearly ten,' I gave his hand a final squeeze and let go. I didn't
know where we were going from here but something was going to happen, the
phrase about there being electricity in the air always sounded a bit naff
to me but in this case it was true. It just needed the spark.

'Yeah,' he stood up and smiled at me. The moment was gone but not for long
I fancied. 'I'm going to have a shower.'

'Yeah, ditto,' I said not thinking as straight as I should.

'Well, we can share,' he replied calmly sitting on the bed and starting to
remove his trainers and socks.

'It's a bit small,' I put up my last line of defence and then mentally gave
myself a good kick up the arse but it didn't matter, Billy knew what he
wanted and he must have been on a roll.

'More fun to share,' he looked at me again with those amazing eyes and I
was lost. I sat alongside him and started on my own footwear, this was one
offer I couldn't refuse. I'd actually get to see him in all his slippery
glory and let's face it, we were both boys so why not share a shower. Why
not indeed.

We stripped off to our briefs and we both wore those tight white things,
our mums must have been Marks and Sparks fans but as you know they hide
exactly nothing. I felt my eyes drawn to his groin and there it was stuck
out to the side at full stretch, I could see quite clearly the outline of
it's head, the knob as well as the firm shaft and the bulk of his nuts. It
was about the same as mine and that was slighly over five inches at the
last measuring and it was nice and chunky, maybe a bit chunkier than mine I
thought with a twinge of jealousy. The thought that I was going to hold it
come what may and might even see it spurt never even crossed my
mind... really.  He stood up and the thing nearly hit me in the face, I
hurriedly stood as well.

'Together,' he breathed.

'Right,' I croaked and we both lowered our briefs together just like
soldier boys taking their flag down at sunset.

Kicking our underwear clear we self conciously went to the bathroom with me
leading, I was sure his eyes were burning a hole in my bum but never mind I
was going to soap and stroke his soapy body in a minute and I could feel my
juices rising. I was so hyper I was nearly floating. I got in and turned on
the water, he silently crammed in and pressed against me, without any
prompting whatsoever he put his arms around my waist and closed his eyes,
his erection pressed against my thigh until I moved a little and it slipped
between my legs. I moved in and clamped on him as he moaned.  Clasping his
firm buttocks I rubbed my own painfully hard erection up and down his belly
as he made vague fucking motions between my legs.

'You even done this sort of stuff before?' He whispered.

'No, never.'

'Well, there's a first time for everything,' he looked at me and gave me a
cheeky grin. 'You know what I thought when I first saw you today?'

'No,' I rubbed the side of my face against his, I was on the verge of
kissing him... now that would be well and truly bent.

'I thought: What a dishy boy and I love your haircut,' he giggled and
pressed against me and to my delight gave me a fluttery little kiss on the
throat. When I didn't object he gave me another under the jaw. I was lost,
I tilted my head down a little and we finally kissed on the lips.

'Wow,' I sighed when we parted.

'Ditto,' he grinned. 'Do you know what a Frenchy is?'

Did I know? I wasn't a complete moron. I just held his neck and guided his
lips to mine again but this time my tongue flickered at his lips, his teeth
and then entered his hot mouth to meet his. We'd done it. We swayed in the
bath enjoying and savouring the slide and slip of our tongues together. The
exploration, the lack of breath, the works.

'Jeeezus,' he held himself back a bit although we were still connected by
his erection between my legs. Soaping my chest he smiled at me as one
lathered hand grasped my hardness and began to move to and fro.

'Keep doing that and I'll cum,' I threatened.

He moved in again and rested his face against my shoulder. 'I'm gonna do
something for you,' he croaked. I didn't know what he could do to make me
happier and just stroked his wet back.

'Go on then,' I whispered and clamped my legs harder together feeling that
his cock if anything was getting harder and harder. To my surprise he
parted and I mean totally. His dick slipped free and he stood as far from
me as he could in the small shower and that wasn't very far. He reddened a
bit but then sliding his hands down my torso dropped to his knees.

I was in shock as he grasped my erection and I felt the wet heat of his
mouth cover my straining knob and then the ultimate as his lips began to
move up and down my rock hard shaft. He was sucking me, he was giving me a
bj, a blow, something I'd only ever read about. My young cousin, Billy was
actually sucking my dick. I held his head lightly and cautiously moved in
and out of his mouth.

He was good I'll give him that and he clearly had experience. I wasn't
going to ask him from where, he might tell me something I didn't want to
hear. Anyway, if he wanted to tell me anything he would in his own time, I
wouldn't pry. I was just so enjoying what was happening that I didn't
care. I could stand this forever but my young cousin had other ideas. He
slipped from me with a final suck and stood alongside me again with his
arms around my waist. 'You were going to cum?' He grinned, a bit of a
sluttish grin I might add.

'I was,' I agreed and reached down for him anticipating that it was payback
time and he'd expect payment for his attentions.

'I always think with boyfriends it's nice if they cum together,' he looked
at me nervously.

Boyfriends... now there's a word.

'Well... I suppose so,' I fumbled for words. What the hell was he on about
now?

'Let's get dried off and I'll show you how,' he busied himself getting rid
of the lather and then grabbed his towel and I followed his lead. I didn't
know what he had in mind but he obviously did. The younger was leading the
older and with this kid I was the pupil and quite happy to follow his
lead. It was when we were getting dried that there was a gentle rap on the
door and my mother and father called out their good nights. Thank God for
that, we had the night to ourselves. They wouldn't visit, they never did
and the spare room was between my bedroom and theirs, they wouldn't hear
anything or they shouldn't unless we went mental.

'Come on,' he lay fully naked and still damp on the bed patting the space
alongside. 'Fun time, Micky.'

'Right,' I smiled and it was a genuine smile. Things were about to happen
and I knew they were going to be dirty things. My sexual education was
going to take one giant leap forward. By the way, I'd stopped thinking
about bent and straight, I was lost in the moment to coin a phrase. I was
consumed with lust and Micky Minor was leading the way, I'd even begun to
ooze, I wasn't too far off popping.

'Toe to tail,' he muttered as I got on the bed and as soon as I was
alongside he crouched over me only with his head above my groin and his
knees either side of my head. As I've said I was an avid reader of Nifty
and I knew exactly what this was called... it was a sixty niner and the
ultimate challenge of the night, I had to take a boy's dick into my mouth,
no escape on this one and strangely enough I looked forward to the taste of
his beautiful cock with it's gleaming cock head. It seemed so warm and
strong as I grasped it and he sighed with satisfaction as I took my first
tentative lick at his slit. 'I was scared you'd bottle out,' he whispered
and grasped mine dragging my rigid meat down to his lips.

'Not with you, Billy,' I closed my eyes and sank my mouth over his hot
cock. Minutes later I had his ultra smooth bottom in my hands and was
taking him in deeply as if I'd been sucking boy cocks all my short life. I
might have found it disgusting and perverted but with Billy it was nothing
of the sort, it was a pleasure. It's not as if it would be over all the
newspapers in the morning, this was a very private thing, this was between
him and me. Our own little private perversion. Of course, it wasn't just
the cock sucking I was getting off on, the feel of his smooth gently
rounded belly, his whispy golden pubics and his oh so smooth scrotum were
turning me on big time as well.

I knew I was leaking precum, the so called personal lube, I was leaking as
much as he was and I could taste the peculiar bland taste of him in my
mouth, I also knew that we were both not a thousand miles away from a cum.

'I'm gonna cum,' I gagged around his slippery meat and tried to drag my
aching and throbbing penis clear of his mouth but he wasn't having it, he
clung to me and when I blasted off I felt pulse after pulse of my slippery
boy spunk splat into his mouth and get instantly swallowed. He held onto me
and drained me even squeezing my softening cock extracting the last little
drop.

To do the same for him was the least I could do and when it came it was a
bit of a surprise as he gave no warning. I felt his beautiful buns tense
and then the warm gushes of slightly salty thick almost munchable creamy
white semen in my mouth. I swallowed the first mouthful automatically but
savoured and like a right perv rolled the second lot around my teeth and
let if slip over my tonsils.

However, Billy was full of surprises. A moment later he was on me
frantically kissing and snuggling smearing his cum and mine together in one
glorious messy gum numbing kiss. I felt his tongue snake inside my mouth
and played the game. I'd done it... I'd sixty nined and I wasn't ashamed or
remorseful, I was delighted. In fact, I felt like I'd run and won a race or
something. I was over the moon. Jimbo was my boyfriend for the fortnight at
least and that was, as they say, end of story.

That is another one of those sayings by the way. The story continues for a
bit yet.

'You sure that was your first time?' He looked at me suspiciously and then
grinned as I gave him a dirty look. 'You were great,' he lay his cheek on
mine. 'Lover boy.'

'Lover boy,' I laughed. I put my arms around him stroking his soft and
supple skin, I was in love with him and I was in love with his gorgeous
body. I could fuck him to death.

Woops... There's the problem. Sixty nining may be classed as pretty bent
and undobtedly gay but the fucking, shagging, bonking or whatever the
correct phrase might be was the ultimate. Honestly, I swear on a thousand
assorted holy books I'd never though or even dreamed of actually doing the
'f' thing with a boy until that moment. Christ, I'd only ocassionally
thought about shagging a girl and that was normally after too many sex mags
and here I was laying in a sweaty and spunk scented bed thinking of going
the final step of the way with my cousin. God, how my life had changed in a
matter of nine hours. From Mr Straight to Mr Bent in less than half a day.

'Penny for them.'

'For what?' I answered rather dimly.

'A penny for your thoughts, Micky.'

'I was wondering about your boyfriend,' I answered and turned to look at
him. I was going to leave it but it niggled at me, I wanted to know more
about him. I suppose I was in love to a certain degree, or lots of
degrees. I wanted a part of him, I wanted to know much more about him than
I already knew. 'Tell me,' I whispered.

'I haven't got a boyfriend,' he answered just as softly and smiling kissed
me lightly on the nose. 'I was hoping you'd apply for the job.'

'OK,' I grinned and kissed his nose in return.

'You're all sussy, you're wondering how come I know so much about this gay
stuff, boy on boy sorta things.'

'Mmmm...'

'A year ago I was camping with the Scouts and I shared a tent with this
older guy, well, he was round fifteen and I was thirteen. He sweet talked
me and we shared a wank and whatnot and there you go.'

'Just like that?'

'More or less, you know what it's like when you get on your own and you
fancy someone... and I fancied him.'

'And it turned into a full fledged affair?'

'Not really,' he looked at me and took time out to pull the duvet over
us. 'A couple of nights later he wanted to bum me... you know, shag me and
I didn't want to know.' He looked at me and I noticed a tear at the corner
of his eye. 'So he took me anyway, he raped me.'

'Couldn't you report him to the Scoutmaster or something?' I looked at him
and wondered if that sort of experience put you off for ever or it you
recovered.

'What? After we'd been doing everything but that.' He looked at me. 'He
could have grassed me up for the rest of it, we had been wanking and he'd
taught me the blow job biz and I was all right with that.'

'But not with the shagging.'

'Not with him.'

'Why not?' I had to ask after all.

'I didn't fancy him enough to let him fuck me. He was OK for a play around
but making love is a bit serious... plus he fuckin' well hurt me.'

I couldn't help it I cuddled him in tight and kissed him fiercely, he might
have been pulling my chain and telling a pack of lies but then again, why
should he. I suppose I wanted to take the final step with him so
desperately I'd have accepted any old yarn he came out with.

'You done it with ayone else since then.' I suppose I was being nosey and
personal and probably a being bit unfeeling but I just wanted to know. If
he'd had told me he'd had a string of boy lovers it wouldn't have put me
off it was just that I wanted to know everything I could about him.

'No, I fuckin' well haven't,' he snapped and gave me a shove. 'Just because
we done things it doesn't make me a boyslut, I'm not Aaron Carter. We did
things because we both wanted to... didn't we?' He stared at me with those
beautiful eyes of his daring me to contradict him but I wasn't going to do
that. He was right.

'Of course we did,' I smiled slightly. 'You did seduce me though.'

'Wasn't too hard,' he giggled and I felt his hand wrap itself around my
semi hard penis.

''I've gotta get up and turn the lights off...'

'Chicken,' he busied himself sorting out the bed as I drew the curtains and
turned the main lights off. Much better now, I slid back into the funky
warmth and wrapped my arm around his shoulders drawing him in feeling and
enjoying his warm breath on the side of my face.

We were both tired and drifted off to sleep. I awoke in the middle of the
night for a toilet call and found that he'd turned onto his side and was
glued to my back, his boy's cock was at full stretch again and it nestled
between my cheeks just like a bit of fleshy central heating and it felt
quite nice. When I got back into the bed it was my turn, I shuffled in
behind him and it was my chance to work my soft cock between his legs and
enjoy the feeling as it hardened up between his soft fleshy mounds. Yeah,
the sexual education bit wasn't over yet.

A few hours later and the dawn was struggling with the curtains and
winning, from what I could see it was set to be sunny but I didn't care. A
glance at the clock informed me it had just gone five and I knew for a fact
my parents wouldn't be stirring much before seven. I was still glued to
Billy's back and I snuggled in even tighter.

'Randy rat,' he mumbled and pushed his soft bottom back onto my groin.

'Morning, Pumpkin,' I whispered and kissed his ear giving with a couple of
experimental digs. He was warm, sweaty, almost moist and it was lovely,
unlike anything that I'd ever experienced. I moved my hips slowly to and
fro and he tensed up. Jeeezus, it wasn't nice... it was wicked. I'd never
done the real thing so had no comparison but this would do. I moved faster
and held him so tight he protested. 'Sorry, sorry,' I mumbled and moved my
hands down his body resting one flat on his smooth belly and with the other
slowly wanked him as I fucked between his legs.

'This is nice,' he pushed back onto me and craned his head to meet my
lips. 'Go on, faster,' he growled.

I tried to reposition and actually take him, to penetrate him but he was
wise to that one and giggling moved around so that I missed.

'Later,' he laughed.

'Tonight?' I grunted moving faster and feeling a burning in my balls and
cock. I was going to cum between his legs.

'Bang for bang?'

'What's that for Christ's sake.'

'You fuck, I fuck?'

'It's a deal,' I moved faster and faster and rolling him onto his stomach
really went to town on my simulated shag. My dick was on fire as I plunged
to and fro between his tightly clenched cheeks and then it went. God, the
cum was wonderful, I felt my cock throb and pump and then the movement
became slippery and slimy. I'd squirted my climax and it was about three
lots deep between his cheeks and under his scrotum.

'Wooooo...' he giggled and as I withdrew he flipped over and started to
wank. Without a pause I forced his legs apart and crouched there for a
moment looking down at him and ducked my head. Massaging my own spunk into
his ballsac and into his pubics I bobbed my head up and down on his
straining cock until it's creamy white fluid erupted into my
mouth. 'Aaaah...' he moaned in complete satisfaction and stroked my bristly
crop cut hair and grinned as I moved up and sealed my cum stained lips onto
his. This time he guided his softening cock between my legs as I lay on top
of him.

'That's what I call a good way to wake up,' I lay my cheek against his and
closed my eyes.

'Perfecto,' His hands travelled down my back and clasped my bum. 'We gotta
do it tonight.'

'Bloody right but no pain.'

'No pain,' he agreed with a snicker and rolled us onto our sides, it think
it was then that we dozed off again.

The next thing I remember was my mum knocking on the door and calling
through that breakfast would be ready in an hour and to make sure we
showered etc. etc. Little did she know the lingering stink made a shower a
must. Dad would be at work by the time we got down but she had a good
Guide's nose and she knew what smell was right and what wasn't. Smelling
like a wanking club wasn't an option with my Girl Guide mother.

We shared a shower again but this time with a sense or decorum, that means
we didn't wank but we did fondle and snog... nothing wrong with that.

I mentioned Dean and Darren over breakfast and also briefed him on the fact
that my mother didn't do a lunch, she normally knocked up a few sandwiches
over the school holidays on an as required basis, the main meal came around
seven in the evening to catch my dad getting back from work. Of course it
was nice to sit down and have a natter in the evening just like the social
engineers recommended.

I explained to Billy as we walked upto the Carter house that Dean and
Darren were twins but not clones, they were quite easy to seperate but it
was still hard to remember which was which due their confusing names. They
were both fifteen and had been sorta casual pals of mine for yonks. You
know, as I've said earlier I liked my own company so we weren't what the
younsters call the bestest friends, just pals.

'I told them I was bringing a younger cousin around today and they were
pretty chuffed.'

'Why?' He looked at me and smiled.

'Because all fifteen year olds need a fourteen year old to kick around,' I
grinned as I opened the garden gate to their house and shouted upto the
window. 'Dean, Darren?'

'Come up, the back door's open,' a blonde headed kid looked down from the
bedroom window.

'Dean,' I explained as I led Billy around the side of the house.

'Right... nice,' Billy grinned cheerfully.

The boys were alright with my boy as I had explained that I was babysitting
him for a two week period and that he'd be glued to me most of the
time. Mind you, I didn't know how close the gluing was going to get when
I'd said it. We spent a couple of hours having a little music session and
chatting but one thing that struck me with my newly opened eyes was that
Darren, the slightly shorter of the two, seemed to have a fixation with
Billy. Every time I looked at him he was giving Billy sly looks, so much so
that I was getting quite jealous. The one encouraging thing was that Billy
boy didn't seem to notice.

Another funny thing was that after my experiences and talking with Billy I
was watching points like Sherlock Holmes. The boys had seperate beds unlike
my bunk bed and I wondered. I wondered if they did anything together, at
their age they were prime wanking speciments. Did they wank together? Did
they wank secretly? Did they do anything other than wanking? Questions,
questions. Come to think of it, I quite liked them both and I wondered if I
liked them enough to...  No, don't go there - which is my dad's favourite
catch phrase.

'We going over the common and woods for the afternoon?' Dean suggested.

I think we all nodded general agreement and we were off. We did stop at the
Paki's on the way and topped up on crisps and Cokes but after that it was
rough and tumble and horseplay all the way. Naturally enough Billy boy and
myself teamed against the brothers blonde. I think come four o'clock we
were all played out. We'd paddled and mucked around in the river, we'd
climbed trees, we'd played hide and seek in pairs and eventually we'd
finished up back on the common just flaked out on the grass with our shirts
off soaking up the sun.

'We gotta plan a day down at Brighton later in the week,' Darren looked
across at Billy and myself.

'Yeah, go down the nudist beach,' Dean giggled. Well, he had to, there's
always one.

'I've got to get some dosh off my dad,' I was concentrating more on the
practicalities. Then again I wouldn't mind seeing both Dean and Darren in
the raw, I'd never seen them nude even as a long standing pal. Come to
think of it, I don't ever recall seeing their dicks. I must be going
through some sort of transformation or an awakening, all I could think
about was naked boys and Billy topped the list. I was so looking forward to
bedtime I felt myself hardening up.

'Can anyone go on the nudey beach?' Billy asked and I could see that he was
trying not to look too interested.

'Waste of time really,' Darren gazed at the sky. 'If you want to run around
naked you can do that over in the woods by the ruins.'

'Yeah,' Dean laughed. 'No one to see you over there.'

'Plus too far for casual walkers,' I glanced at Billy and he winked
back. Something to discuss tonight methinks.

'We could take some sandwiches and pop and make a day of it,' Darren wasn't
letting it go and I wondered how keen he really was.

'We do nude in our room sometimes,' Dean suddenly came out with. 'It's
healthy.'

'Really,' I grinned. 'What's healthy about walking around with no knickers
on?'

'Well, it is,' he replied defensively. Jesus, I was beginning to think
everyone had a pervy plot and I was being drawn into them. They'd never
suggested anything like this on holidays past, Billy must be the spark or
the catalyst. I suddenly twigged it, they didn't want to see me naked, they
wanted to see my cousin Billy in the raw. Sad or what?

'Still it bears thinking about, we've got the weather for it,' I conceded
and got another flash of a smile from Billy, my sexy little cousin from
Manchester was definitely interested.

'At least we should get a good suntan,' Billy finally said something and I
think that was it. The matter was decided, we'd have a little adventure
tomorrow but the night was mine. I had my lad and they didn't, I felt
rather good about that. A bit more planning and they decided to take
sandwiches and we'd take some as well, so even if the whole thing turned
out to be a disaster we could sit there and eat ourselves to death.

'Right, we're decided on a bit of nudey sunbathing,' Darren said just as we
were about to toddle off for our evening meal.

'Yeah,' Billy and I nodded.

'And we'll still think about Brighton later in the week?' Dean chipped in.

'Leave it until Friday, I'll have my pocket money by then.'

'Whatever,' Dean agreed amiably and they wished us good night.

'Jeez, they were intense,' Billy remarked as we walked back home.

'In what way?'

'That Dean, he could't keep his eyes off you... he's got a crush.'

'Nonsense, I laughed. 'Darren's the one with the crush, he spent most of
the afternoon oggling you.'

'He's got good taste then, all the same that Dean's got the hots for you,
you could see it a mile off,' Billy laughed. 'Makes for possibilities
tomorrow all the same.'

That one I had to mull over. I was more concerned with tonight but then
again tomorrow also had to be faced and what three blonde schoolies and me
as the token darky would or could get upto.

'Very interesting,' I smiled at Billy. Back to the wavelength again, I
think we were on the same one. This holiday could turn out to be something
else. On reflection, Billy could be my key to a whole new life. I was
highly suspicious of Dean and Darren but if they did play boy games then I
certainly wasn't going to be Mr Sad Sack if I got any offers... If Billy
was up for it then so was I, just because we were going to get it on later
that didn't mean we were married or welded together.

I didn't know what he got upto in Manchester and I didn't want
to. Ignorance is bliss as they used to say in the old days and when he
returned home I still had a life to live... and enjoy.

We sat down to our evening meal and had to go through a questions and
answers session from both my mum and dad. Normally they wouldn't be
concerned with what I'd done through the day but I suppose they were bird
dogging Billy. You know, to me he seemed to me to be a pretty smart
fourteen year old from a bloody big city and here he was stuck in the
sticks and they were worried about him. They should have been worried about
me, I was begining to think I was the innocent and tomorrow I was going to
be one of the Babes in the Bloody Woods.

For a change we actually sat down with them after helping to clear up, we
soldiered through Coronation Street and the news before heading for the
castle in the sky followed by the usual claptrap about keeping the noise
down, yaddah, yaddah.

The first thing my little munchkin did as we got into the room was to grab
hold of me and drag me to the bed kissing and fumbling all the
way. 'Mickeee... I've wanted to grab this all day,' he twittered and delved
into my jeans grasping my penis which I was admit was a bit softly hard if
that makes any sense at all. It didn't stay that way for long as he spread
me out and dived on me like a bloody gannet. Boy, that kid knew how to
blow, in spite of all his claims of innocence to my way of thinking he was
so good he could have been professional. Another thought to be banished to
to back of my tiny mind... just enjoy.

'Spin around,' I groaned and as he did so I opened up his trousers and
fished his sweet noodle from it's hot and slightly sweaty nest. God, I was
even beginning to like his funk, now how bad and sad is that?

It probably wasn't as long as leisurely as the last one we'd done but just
as nice. This time the modesty barriers were gone and we both slurped away
like a pair of piglets on a sow's teats and when we came it had all the
pent up release of a day's frustration. Fortunately, we were sitting
playing around with the computer when my mum decided to make a rare call, I
invited her in as she knocked, at least she hadn't barged in, we'd sorted
all that out a year ago.

'Your father and I are going out for a drink, we should be back around
eleven thirty,' she announced giving the room a quick once over.

'Yeah, no probs.' I was a bit surprised as they didn't often go out
together, there must be a thaw in the air.

'Loads of goodies in the fridge,' she smiled at Billy and myself. 'Be good
and don't set the house on fire.' She always said that although I had no
record of arson and I hadn't played with matches for a couple of years (a
joke that one). She and dad departed and apart from having privacy in our
room we also had the house to ourselves for just over three hours.

'Hey, we can have a bath together,' I nudged Billy. 'It's a damn sight
bigger than that shower.'

'The shower's nice,' he grinned. 'Nice and close up.'

'More room to play around in the bath.'

'Playing around sounds good,' he smirked.

'Exactly...' I flung myself on the bed and began to get undessed, a second
or so later he joined me. I normally preferred the shower in summer but
this was a special ocassion and the thought of a soapy Billy had got me
going in spite of the recent mutual suck. Thoughts of a wet and slippery
Billy were more than enough to get me excited.

In the bathroom Billy twittered on about our bath which is a one off and
most visitors do make some comment. My dad got it from a job somewhere and
being a builder he plumbed it in and did the rest of the stuff. It's
gi-huge and he reckoned it was probably built for an outsized person, I'd
go with that as it acommodated two schoolboys quite easily. All foamed up
and slippery and slick we managed to have a bit of a giggle, clean outside
and in I thought as I crouched there with Billy enthusiastically plugging
my bottom with two fingers. From his vast experience he reckoned easing and
relaxing the anal muscle, the sphincter or whatever it was called was the
trick. I'd go for that, it was quite nice having soapy fingers in you
especially when he hit a certain spot. I thought I was going to take off, I
was as hard as an iron bar and had the tingle. I very nearly told him to do
me there and then but held off. Duty called... I had to relax his little
circular muscle after all, I was a bit bigger than he was and I didn't want
him squealing like a little piggy when I took his tight little arse. Moans
and groans, yeah OK... squeals, no.

'Do me,' he crouched in the bath and presented his soapy rear. 'Nice and
gently, Tricky Micky.'

'They should call you that,' I splayed his legs and knelt there admiring
his flawless pale bottom with it's smooth cleft and the darker skin
surrounding his hole. One tentative prod and I felt his tight little muscle
grip my finger as I slid it in and out. I don't know how I held off from
holing in one there and then but I did.

He groaned as I got my finger into the knuckle and stirred around and when
I slipped it out and substituted two he started to push back onto my
probes. This was a classic finger fucking and he was loving it. We must
have spent an hour in there before we finally quit and returned to our
room. The timing was exquisite as we were no sooner settled in and lounging
around on the floor listening to a bit of music than I heard my parents
return. They seemed to linger for hours downstairs but mum brought two mugs
of drinking chocolate up, it was a damn good job we had our sleepers on
otherwise questions would have been asked.

Anyway, she bade us both good night and didn't stay. If she and dad were in
a thawing period perhaps they had other things on their mind. I think
they'd appreciated that Billy and myself were getting on OK and decided to
let sleeping dogs lie or maybe let happy puppies play sounds better. Of
course they didn't know what they were playing at but my parents were
always into the Make Love not War scene so I was only following in their
footsteps in a manner of speaking.

'You do me first,' Billy looked at me over the rim of his mug. 'Then I do
you.'

'Mmmmm,' I smiled and looked at the clock. 'Eleven thirty.'

'So?'

'We can do it all again around five.'

'Why five?' He laughed.

'Gives us recovery time before we meet that pair up the road.'

'Christ,' he giggled. 'Talk about counting your chickens before they
hatch...'

'They'll hatch,' I looked at him. 'I've got this feeling about those two
and I reckon the afternoon could be fun.'

'Yeah, I reckon you're right... should be fun watching how they go about
it.'

'Yeah, don't play too hard to get,' I jerked my head towards the bed. He
stood and stared down at me with his flaxen hair sticking out like a badly
made haystack, he was gorgeous and he was all mine for the night. A boy
couldn't ask for much more than that.

'How we doing it?' He lay on the bed looking up at me with his hardness
laying up on it's belly with it's foreskin fully retracted. I knelt up with
him and gently kissed him on his full lips before gently turning him
over. He was nervous and so was I but I lost it slightly as I studied hid
smooth back and those beautiful slightly lighter skinned orbs of flesh. I
mouthed his smooth cheeks and gently parted them, he just sighed and seemed
to wriggle into the bed settling himself. 'Oooooh...' he gave a little wail
and giggled as I tracked my tongue from the bottom to the top of his
crack. I could smell the soap and the sweetness of his body as I got
carried away a bit and tongued at his bottom slowly coaxing him to spread
his legs. Eventually I saw his tight little pucker and dived in like a
gannet or a heron on the local pond. I spread his cheeks and slobbered and
probed at his little ring as he squirmed and shoved his hips up. 'Go on, do
it,' his voice broke as he spread his legs wider yet.

I couldn't hold off any longer, he was well lubricated and my hardness was
literally aching and shiny with my own natural lube. I gently positioned
myself and my gleaming glans pushed at his pouting little sphincter. I felt
it give as it had to my fingers but this was different. I nearly fainted as
I felt my cock's end encompassed by his hot tightness and I was in
him. Without realising I had my glans and part of my shaft inside him and I
could feel the constriction as his muscle clamped on me like a oiled
fist. I moved slowly to and fro and he just sighed as I sank deeper and
deeper into his welcoming flesh. There was resistance but only a little and
he gave the ocassional moan as I sank deeper and deeper sheathing myself in
his loving body.

'Go on, I'm alright,' he spoke softly and pushed his bottom up onto my next
thrust and I felt my pubics mash against his soft flesh. Another push and
he groaned clutching the bedding. I settled my belly onto the small of his
back and kissed his damp neck. 'I think you're in,' his body shook and I
realised he was silently laughing, his sweet butt clamped on me and I was
away.

The first time and the experience of a lifetime. I moved in and out, I
tried experimenting, I slid it right out to the knob and then back the
whole four or five inches in one smooth motion and he pushed up onto me all
the time.

'You alright...' I panted as I started to go faster, I couldn't play any
longer, I could feel the heat building, I was about to pop.

'I am with you,' he reached back lightly holding my legs as I pumped faster
and faster. 'We gotta do this again.'

I was past the talking stage now, I thrust and rammed into his soft flesh
and moaned out loud as I felt my balls as tight as nuts and then the
searing heat rush up my shaft. Then the glorious pumping and throbbing as I
cum and cum again deep into his sweet body. It was over. I lay on him stuck
with sweat and munched the back of his neck until he craned his head around
and we kissed messily.

'Love you, Micky.'

'No you don't,' I rested my cheek against his. 'You just want to shag me.'

'That too,' he chuckled.

We lay in companionable silence for some minutes before he struggled from
the bed. He gave me a quick grin so that I knew he was alright and then
made a rush for my little shower room, I guessed that he was bubbling as
I'd fed him a super cum and he was probably flooded. I was torn between
being so proud and so pleased with myself that I forgot we were about to go
into role reversal very shortly. I was trying to remember the gory details
of the bottom, you know, the plumbing aspect. I knew from crafty peeps at
literature down in our local surgery that there were the anus, the rectum
and the colon involved. It seemed a lot of tubing and I wondered with a
little shudder - I must admit - how big your dick had to be before you hit
the bowel? The shitty bit to be blunt. OK, so I know it was a pretty odd
think to think about at that time but I couldn't get the thought of making
a mess or getting messed out of my mind. Still, I'd survived the first
experice without anything going wrong and hopefully things would remain
that way.

He came from his toilet and he was fully hard, he'd either been thinking
about me or having a hand job, I just hoped it was the former being on an
ego trip that is.

'That looks nice,' I ventured as he padded across the room.

'All for you,' he murmured and lay back alongside me. 'Would you think I
was as bent as a five bob watch if I said I liked doing what we did?'

'No. I might think sad thoughts if you didn't gimme some loving.' I grabbed
him and pulled him onto my belly. 'Do it this way, I want to watch you,
Billy boy.'

'Really?' He grinned and parting my legs knelt between them. 'Where'd you
learn this one?' He asked with some of his former suspicion.

'Nifty,' I grinned. 'A lot to be learnt from reading.'

'Yeah,' he agreed with a grin and moved in with his erect penis jutting. He
was willing and able, the foreskin was back again and his cherry red glans
gleamed with precum, there was even a beading of it glistening at the slit
which he smeared over his tip. I took my knees back to my chest and lay
there like some sort of offering. He moved a bit closer still.  'Shall I
put some spit on it?'

'Just a bit, I still feel pretty loose after the finger assalt.'

'Oh, yeah.' He licked the fingers of one hand and I felt his saliva annoint
my pucker, a gentle nudge and his finger worked in and out for a
moment. However, he must have been just as keen as I was to get on with it
as a second later I felt the smear of his knob against me and then the pain
as his stiff flesh nudged into me. Jeez and I thought he was smaller than I
was, he didn't feel like it, he felt damn massive but once he'd done his
initial entry the rest of it was easy peasy... not. I groaned and clenched
my teeth as he slowly fucked his way in going where no man has gone before
to nick someone's lines. The funny thing was that once he'd got inside me
it felt fine, just a feeling of being stretched and being filled which
wasn't unnatural under the circumstances. When he grunted that he was in
which I thought was a bit of a joke I clutched his damp body and held him
in place,

He was in. I think that was pretty obvious, I could feel his hot and hard
cock in my gut and his lower belly nudging my balls, my own cock had shrunk
with the shock but as he started to move in and out it began to harden up
again.

I then realised with this position he'd got in deeply probably more so that
I had with him but too late now, the pain of entry was over and I was
confortable with his movements. I grabbed the back of his neck with my hand
and dragged his head down, as we kissed and traded spit he moved faster and
faster and to my everlasting shame I quite liked it. Not the physical act
to get the record straight but his nearness, the feel of his skin on mine,
his heat and his loving. 'Harder,' I muttered. 'Go for it, Billy boy.'

He did just that, after a quick smile he began to fuck quickly and deeply
and when he came I thought he'd exploded. I could feel his hot boy spunk
splash and splatter inside me like he was pissing cum. OK, so I know it
sounds crude and horrible but I had nothing to compare it too. I was just
suddenly aware that another boy, a male had fucked and cum inside me, I had
played the woman or maybe it was time for a good all round rethink. If you
bottomed with a boyfriend and then swopped around did that make you male
and female substitutes or what? I left it, all too much brain damage for a
tender mind. Just enjoy and keep it quiet seemed a pretty good idea. I
might get away with telling the odd pal (and they'd have to be odd) that
I'd shagged a young boy but if I told them I'd been fucked by a boy and a
younger one at that there maybe a few raised eyebrows.

'Whatsup?' He gazed at me with a beading of sweat on his brow and his long
blonde hair stuck to his skull, I could see the concern in his beautiful
grey eyes and something else. Love?

'Nothing, Pumpkin. Just absorbing your juices or something.'

'You don't,' he spoke as someone who knew. 'You don't absorb them and don't
call me Pumpkin with your mum or dad around, they might get sussy.'

'True,' I grinned and straightened out, as he slid free from my oozy hole I
held him tightly and kissed his tippy up nose. 'Do love you, Billy.'

'Ssssh...' he put his finger to my lips. 'You told me off for saying that.'

'But I mean it.'

'So do I,' he pulled the bedding up and over our sweaty and cum stained
bodies, stretching out he clicked off the light. 'Did you say five
o'clock?'

'Sooner if the juices rise,' I snickered and clutched him tightly. I didn't
care if it was infatuation or lust all I did know was that at that moment
in time and space I was in love with my Billy boy and that was good enough
for me.


				  The End
				  I think



This was the prototype or the dry run for my Jo's Boys - 17 and although a
similar scenario are different boys and ages.  In JoBo - 17 I make the
second character unrelated and a lot younger, ten coming on eleven.  They
stand alone as seperate stories.

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