Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2018 16:47:52 +0100 (CET)
From: jonkent69@tutanota.com
Subject: LOVING YOU LOVING ME - GAY - URINATION

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LOVING YOU LOVING ME

1 - IN THE BEGINNING

My English teacher says every story should have a beginning, a middle and
end, but not necessarily in that order. Fair enough if you know what the
end of the story is, but when it's your own life, you can't even judge
where the middle of your story is. So, all I can do is start at the
beginning, but the beginning of what? I think I'll just write, try to keep
things in order, and hope that the beginning takes care of itself.

Another problem. Whose viewpoint am I going to tell the story from? That's
what we're studying in English: viewpoint and perspective. I'm going to
break the rules a lot. I'm going to use empathy. That's a word our English
teacher taught us. I'm going to tell the story from my point of view
sometimes; and from someone else's point of view sometimes; and sometimes
in the first person; and sometimes in the third person. That's breaking the
rules, I know.

Anyway, here goes.

My name's Frankie O'Dowd. I'm sixteen. I'm going to write about the years
when I was 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 and 16. There, that should be clear
enough. But enough of that. If I'm going to a writer of slim volumes of
porno, I'd better get on with the writing. Here goes. Wish me luck!

Let's do a Dickens. We're reading 'David Copperfield' at school. How would
Dickens go about it if he were writing the story of my life?

My sex life began at a very early age.

There, that's a start.

But when was the beginning?

My parents handed me a twenty pound note as they left for the beach
cottage, and told me to stay out of trouble. This was the first time they'd
left me alone for an entire weekend and I was determined not to let them
down. I was glad my parents weren't turning out a bit of a disappointment;
in fact, it looked like they might fulfil the promise of my early years.

Rather than go out with friends on Friday night, I stayed home to watch TV,
then early to bed with the alarm clock set and up at the crack of dawn. I
began mowing the lawn and was finished well before ten o'clock. It felt
good to be responsible. It felt good to have the place to myself. I don't
think most parents realise just how much they bore their kids.

The doorbell rang as I stepped out of the bath tub. Everyone in town seemed
to know my parents and brother had gone to the beach, and I assumed the
visitor was one of my friends. I wrapped a fluffy towel around my waist and
dripped to the front door.

Water was still running off of my chest as I pulled the door open to find
myself face to face with Elwyn. He was supposed to be with my brother, Lee,
for the weekend, but his shit-faced grin told me something had come up.

"Hi, Frankie," he said. "I missed all the transport to the beach, so I'm
stuck here for the weekend. Mind if I hang out with you for a bit?"

I gave him my superior you-are-eleven-I-am-twelve look, but didn't go as
far as the "Well?" that was on the tip of my tongue. Why not? Hell, Elwyn
Andersen was one good-looking guy: short, spiky blond hair, blue eyes,
regular features, athletic, slim build, and a smile that could charm the
towel off me any day.

He'd been knocking around with my idiot brother Lee for a couple of months,
and, being honest, I'd jerked off more than once to the image of Elwyn
Andersen in his swimsuit and out of it. He stood there, saying nothing. I
realised where his glances kept straying. I have to admit I saw something
in his eyes that made me realise there's something I wanted to say.

My twelve-year-old, sex-starved cock had reacted like a cobra preparing to
strike, throbbing and quivering against the towel. First it tried to bound
straight up but the weight of the fabric was too great, but it made a tent
as Elwyn's eyes widened. I was mortified, yet too aroused to reach down and
adjust myself. After several agonizing seconds my straining cock rolled to
one side, escaped the towel and sprang straight up. My five, well
four-and-half inches must have been more spectacular than I thought,
because Elwyn gasped audibly.

The towel began to slip. I reached down to hold it in place. Pointless
trying to hide my erection behind my hands at that point, yet I didn't want
to lose the last remnant of modesty and rewrapped the towel tightly about
me, which only emphasized my throbbing hard-on. Shit! I didnīt know what
to do. I couldn't believe itīs true he made me feel this way.

"Don't," Elwyn whispered, though I wasn't sure what the "Don't" referrred
to.

"Shit," I thought to myself. "He's a boy, I'm a boy, so what's the big
deal. I bet this isn't the first hard-on he's seen." O, my prophetic soul!
(Remember I am doing A-level English!)

Elwyn looked into my eyes, his expression one of amusement. He had me, and
he knew it. Flirtation also flickered in his eyes. I felt flattered. What
really flatters a guy is that you think him worth flattering; yep, I felt
flattered.

"Just got out of the shower, damnit, and.... Oh, never mind. What are you
doing here anyway? You're supposed to be at the beach with Lee!" I'd
forgotten he'd already half-explained the reason for his visit.

"I decided last night not to go. I called Lee. Didn't he tell you?" Elwyn
glanced down. His eyes seemed to bore through the towel. They lingered for
a few moments, sizing me up before looking back up to my eyes. Could he
guess I was dripping with more than warm water?

"No, he didn't. Why would that idiot tell me you weren't going? What
difference does it make to me?"

"Normally he wouldn't; but I asked him to tell you I was coming over. I
left my Speedos here yesterday. I need them. Guess he forgot."

"Guess he did. That's Lee all over."

"Well?"

"Well what?" I jumped and looked away from his crotch. I realised I'd been
sizing up him up. Talk about a moth to a flame; I was like a fuckin'
kamikaze pilot.

"Well?" The music of his unbroken voice brought me back from the Never
Never Land and all those other lost boys. Elwyn giggled. The fact I'd been
consuming him with my eyes seemed not to bother him in the slightest. "Can
I come in and get it?"

"Yeh, fuckin' come in and get it. Come in and I'll give you it." I nearly
said that, I nearly actually said that. But I said, "Uh, sure. Why didn't
you just ask?" I stepped aside.

Elwyn's body brushed against me as he stepped into the house. I closed the
door and watched him walk across the living room. I know it's a clche, but
Elwyn Andersen definitely had a 'bubble butt'. I whistled under my breath
as he turned the corner into the hall and disappeared towards Lee's room at
the far end. For a moment I envied what those two got up to behind the
closed door of Lee's bedroom.

After a few moments I followed Elwyn, but paused half-way down the unlit
corridor. The door to my brother's room was open. Elwyn's reflection was
clear in the wardrobe mirror. He reached into a dresser, pulled out a blue
pair of Speedos and held the tiny suit in front of his body admiring
himself in the mirror. Then something unexpected happened. He laid the suit
on the dresser and began to strip.

Began to strip!

Elwyn slipped off his shorts; it was agonizing not to be able to get a full
shot of his body. But I saw enough of him to realise he could shake it to
the left, shake it to the right, shake in almost any direction he
wanted. After a few moments I realized his hands were doing more than
removing clothes. It took every ounce of self-control to keep from rushing
in on him. I let my towel fall to the floor and began to jerk myself
off. When Elwyn lifted one hand to his mouth, I fully understood what
'finger-licking good' means at last. I nearly shot my load against the
bedroom door. I'd heard of a cock-teaser, but this kid had my nipples
aching.

After licking the fingers of his right hand, Elwyn picked up his swimsuit
and began to put it on. When he bent over to pull them up his legs, I
nearly came again. I'd be lying if I said I could see his arsehole, but the
creamy curve of his crack was quite enough - for the moment - with its
darker shadows leading into the Valley of Delight.

My hand was still wrapped around my cock, stroking furiously, when Elwyn
glanced in the wardrobe mirror. Peripheral vision told me he was watching
at me in the mirror, but like anyone caught in the act I didn't want to
believe it. I stopped stroking and avoided direct eye contact with a faint
hope he hadn't seen anything, and a greater hope that he had.  Finally, I
could avoid it no longer and lifted my eyes; they met Elwyn's in the
mirror.

It was a confusing moment. He must have wondered how long I'd been watching
him. I wondered how long he'd been aware of me. My heart raced. If I didn't
make the first move, I'd lose him. His eyes widened. My hand returned to
its work. He continued to watch. I stroked myself slowly wondering what
would happen when I reached the point of no return.

Elwyn must have read my mind. He reached down and pushed the swimsuit to
the floor, once again revealing the perfect lines of his curving bum and
his summer-tanned, hairless legs. He also had a hard-on, or at least he was
well on the way to it. Was Elwyn Andersen finding the situation as erotic
as me? We watched each other in the mirror; I stroked my cock faster and
Elwyn let his fingers run across his chest, his stomach, and down in the
general direction of his tumescent prick..

I stepped slowly toward my brother's room. Elwyn looked at me with
ambiguous eyes. Overcome by desire, I misread his expression. The closer I
got the more I wanted him, but I failed to see his reaction. By the time I
reached the doorway he was trying frantically to pull his swimsuit up. I
froze in place, scared I'd scared him off. I tried to put him at his ease
by flicking on the radio. Out it came: "Time for a party - time to take a
chance - Turn up the music - And weīll dance - dance - dance." It
sounded like "we'll fuck, fuck, fuck" to me sensitized ears. I flicked the
radio off.

"Don't. I promise not to come any closer. I won't try anything. Just let me
finish. If you don't, I think I'm going to die."

"I've heard promises before," Elwyn said, the swimsuit back in place, the
outline of his cock pressed hard against the flimsy fabric.

"If you didn't trust me you'd already have bolted." I began to stroke my
throbbing erection again. "Push your swimsuit down to your knees. That's
all I want." Elwyn turned around. "I must be crazy," he muttered, pushing
down his trunks. "You'd better not try anything."

"I'm the crazy one."

I felt the first quakes of orgasm rake my body. My knees weakened.

"Why?"

"For making that promise before I got a good look at you." I was in such a
state of arousal that my hips thrust uncontrollably into my pounding
hand. "You're twice as good-looking as I thought. It looks like your prick
needs a pair of hot lips. Do you want your cock sucked as much as I want to
suck it?" I couldn't believe I said that out loud.

"Maybe..." Elwyn blushed. He touched his cock and his eyes stared into
mine. "...I want to let you, but it's best if I don't. At least not yet."

"Why not?"

"Please, Frankie." His eyes fell to my cock. "You promised not to try
anything. I only want to watch you - for now."

For some reason, not at all clear to me, Elwyn reached out and flicked on
the radio: Everyone - needs a little time - Everyone - a reason for a smile
- Everyone - wants to love someone - Everyone - wants to have a little fun.

My hand moved faster and faster, and my balls retracted in preparation for
what was about to happen. I rose up on my toes. My hand became a blur of
motion on my cock; every muscle in my body strained.

"Don't you want to lie down or something?" Elwyn asked, concern in his
voice as he gestured toward the bed.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!" I chanted, suddenly becoming ultra-religious,
pinned on the verge of ecstasy for an eternity. The pleasure built and
built. I leaned against the door jamb for support and my free hand moved to
my aching testicles and milked them, nursing my orgasm to explosion.

The first shot flew eight feet across the room and landed on the
mirror. Elwyn squealed in wonder. The second shot didn't fare so well, but
still travelled more than five feet to land on my brother's bed. The next
few were more like dribbling gushers than anything else. Then I trembled
and quaked and a massive stream shot out against the wall again. Elwyn
gasped and my cock exploded several more times as I sank to the carpet,
exhausted.

When I came to my senses I knew it had been no dream. I was naked on the
carpet in my brother's bedroom. There was cum on the mirror, on Lee's bed,
on the carpet and all over me. I sat up in a daze. The radio was still
burbling on: "My mama told me Iīm too young to love, but I know what I
know and I canīt get enough. Iīm thinking ībout you and me holding
hands, Pushing you on a swing, We can do anything..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

I yanked the lead savagely out of the wall. Aaron returned to the ether.

Elwyn must have left in a hurry; the cum was still fresh and his shorts and
T-shirt were on the floor. I picked up the shorts to hold them to my face
and even the recent orgasm couldn't keep my cock from responding to their
rich aroma.

Thoughts of his young arse made hard again in seconds, but I knew I'd have
to wait. Jerking-off alone would never be the same again.

I was lying on the couch watching TV when the phone rang. I didn't want to
get up. I let it ring six times before I went to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Are you all right?" Elwyn's voice sounded relieved. "Until I took your
pulse, I thought you'd died."

"I'm fine; but what happened to you? I woke up and you were gone."

"I got scared. I panicked. I should have stayed until you woke up."

"It's okay," I smiled down the phone. You're forgiven."

"Does your head hurt?"

"No... Why?"

"You bumped it pretty hard when you fell."

"Too far gone to notice. And by the way, I forgot to tell you what a sexy
mother-fucker you are."

"I'm only eleven."

"I'm only twelve," I countered. "But I've seen enough naked guys to know
when I see a truly gorgeous one like you." If you're going to tell lies,
make sure they're whoppers.

"You must be some stud!" Elwyn teased. "Where do you see all these naked
guys?"

My face reddened. "In magazines."

"Are you comparing me to pictures in your nasty magazines?"

"Do you mind?"

Elwyn giggled.

"Yeh... and no."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means, 'Yeh' I'm teasing you, and 'No', because I really am too tired
to start anything tonight."

"Tired?" I argued. "I'm talking about having some fun, not work. All you'd
have to do is enjoy."

"What do you think I did after I watched you come all over your brother's
bedroom? Do you think I ran home to clean the house?" Elwyn laughed. "Maybe
I've had more experience than just magazines."

"Okay, okay," I laughed. "But I want you to know I feel cheated."

"Why?"

"You got to watch me. I didn't get to watch you."

"Ever seen another boy do it?" asked Elwyn.

"Masturbate? Wank? Jerk off?"

"Yeah." Elwyn giggled again. "Have you ever watched another boy shoot his
load?

"No." My cock was beginning to stiffen again. I reached down to adjust it,
my mind was filled with images of Elwyn finger-fucking himself. I'd already
glimpsed a sample and had enjoyed it immensely. "Would you do it for me?"

"I don't know." his voice was soft. "Have to think about it."

"Why?" I pressed. "I did it for you."

"That was different," he objected, "I've seen you. You get as horny as
hell. Do you think you could stand to just watch."

"I can jerk off while you're doing it." I suggested. "We could watch each
other."

"You don't give up, do you?" Elwyn sighed.

"I've never wanted anything more."

There was a song playing in my head: "Now my knees went weak When you said
hi And then you held my hand And looked me in the eyes I almost died Deep
inside."  Do insane people know when they're going bonkers? I took a breath
and changed the subject.

"What did you think when you saw me doing it?"

"I was scared at first, when you started walking toward me. You looked
horny enough to rape me or something. But then I realized how much you
liked me and I wouldn't mind if you did - rape me, I mean. I'm glad I
stayed. You put on quite a show. I know someone who'd buy tickets to watch
you come like that."

"Tell him he can watch for free. Does he do stuff?"

"Jesus! You older guys are all alike." Elwyn began to giggle and
laugh. "You'll fuck anything with two legs. But what if I told you that you
lived with this boy? Would you still be interested in knowing if he puts
out?"

"What?" I stammered.

I was at a loss for words.

"The only other boy who lives here is Lee, my brother."

"He's still a boy," Elwyn giggled, "And the last time I saw him naked he
looked like a pretty sexy boy, too. Would you let him watch if he wanted?"

"This is crazy!" I said. "Lee's straight, absolutely straight."

"What the fuck's that got to do with the price of eggs?" asked Elwyn.

"You can't be serious. What makes you think my brother would want to watch
me jerk-off?" My heart began to race. Ever since I caught sight of my
brother getting out of the shower with an erection a few months ago, I'd
been trying to see more. Lee was definitely very, very sexy. I'd sometimes
wondered where Lee had got his looks. He was so much darker than everyone
else in the family. He was one of those lucky guys who look permanently
tanned. He looked as if he'd escaped from a travel brochure: sun-kissed,
long sun-bleached hair, grey-blue eyes, slightly snubbed nose, a smattering
of freckles, wide shoulders, wasp waist, jutty little ass, and leggy legs.

Elwyn changed the subject. "He knows you spy on him."

"He knows what?" I whispered.

"He told me," Elwyn giggled wickedly. "We tell each other everything - when
our mouths aren't full," he giggled. I have to admit I missed the point of
Elwyn's last remark.

"Prove it."

My face was turning as red as the head of my cock.

"Two weeks ago, Monday night. Lee was changing into his boxers.He heard a
noise outside the window. He knew it was you, so he stripped down to his
underpants and put on a show. You wanted to see what was in his pants,
didn't you?"

"Could've been anyone."

My pulse quickened. My heart skipped a bit. My cock added another inch.

"Maybe you didn't notice, but his window was a bit open. You made quite a
noise climbing in and out of your bedroom window. He heard you come and he
heard you go." Elwyn chuckled. "He even heard your zipper go down. And
don't say it could have been a cricket; it would have to be a fucking
cricket the size of Godzilla to make that kind of racket. Can you imagine
that? Jerking off outside your own brother's window! You should find
somebody else's brother - for example, mine."

"Jesus Christ." I was embarrassed. "I can't believe this! What else do you
know?" I was confused. "Okay, okay... That's enough." Lee not only knew
about my unbrotherly desires, but was actively inciting them. Worse, he was
telling Elwyn all about it.

"Do you remember the cycle shorts he was wearing?"

"Candy on the beach, there's nothing better, But I like candy when it's
wrapped in a..."  Pair of cycle shorts! I was going nuts!

I swallowed hard. I thought about hanging up the phone and concentrating on
my dick.

"He borrowed them from me," Elwyn giggled. "Kind of short, aren't they? I
got so many whistles and stares Mum won't let me wear them in public
anymore. Did he have a underpants on when he wore them?"

"No."

I reached down to free my erection. My body was activating freedom, my mind
accelerating passion. Maybe the reality of our youth is overlooked by those
who restrict our freedom.

"Isn't that wild?" Elwyn laughed. "Your brother showed you everything he's
got. Well, maybe not everything. Right there in broad daylight while you
were watching TV. Did it make you hard or what?"

"Maybe, but why would I tell you?" I was getting more excited by the
second.

"'Cos I've got my middle finger up my bum hole while we're chatting," he
giggled. "By the way, do you lile bumholes? I'm crazy about them. Can I
kiss yours?"

"This is getting crazy, Elwyn." I leaned against the wall and my hand went
to my throbbing erection. I began to stroke myself. "Why... why are you
telling me this?"

"Well, for one thing, I left that door open on purpose, because I get
jealous every time Lee talks about you. I wanted to see what it was like to
be him. But when you saw me and started walking toward me, I suddenly
realized you wanted to do more than look.  I wanted it, too."

"If that was true, you'd have let me," I objected.

"I wasn't afraid of you. I'm afraid of hurting Lee. He's my best friend and
I've known him longer than I've known you."

"This is too much!" My heart pounded. The vista Elwyn offered was beyond my
wildest dreams. I was consumed by incestuous thoughts. "Are you saying what
I think you're saying?"

"Let me tell you a secret: the walls in your house are pretty thin. Lee can
hear your balls slapping around every time you jerk-off. I've heard it
myself a couple times when I spent the night with him. He knows when you
jerk off, and he knows you do it every time you spy on him. We've also read
all of your mags. You should find a better hiding place for them. Behind
the boiler - too easy!"

"This is embarrassing!" I was beet red now.

"I think it's great. Why don't you go look under his bed? He does more than
just lie there while he listens to you." Elwyn's voice trailed off and the
click was followed by a dead line.

I returned the handset to its cradle. I was dumbfounded. I sat there for
ten minutes before I went to Lee's bedroom.

Elwyn's shorts still lay on the dresser where I'd left them earlier I
picked them up and pressed them to my face. The fragrance of his flies and
bum hole were strong. My cock ached and throbbed for release but I put the
shorts down and walked to my brother's bed. Half of me wanted to stop, but
the other half had to know. I dropped to my knees and looked.

I found two magazines. One was 'Street Angels' I recognized as having
mysteriously disappeared a few weeks ago. It's amazing how things can just
walk off from behind a boiler, and because of self-incrimination, no
questions are ever asked. The other magazine was the size of a paper-back.

ALL IN THE FAMILY - A SHERE HITE SURVEY!

My heart raced. I opened the cover. The book was full of letters about
incest. There were stories of brothers and brothers, fathers and daughters,
mothers and sons, aunts and uncles, cousins and just about every possible
combination a family can have. There was even one starring the family
fucking dog for Christ's sake!

I began to read. The stories were more than hot; they were believable and
obviously written by different people. Needless to say I went straight to
the section on brothers and brothers. Within minutes I was so aroused I had
to free my cock. I stroked myself as I imagined Lee would do while I read
of a boy who fucked his brother in the basement of their house. Within
minutes my cock was throbbing and jerking between my fingers.

After cleaning up the last mess, I didn't want a repeat performance. I
looked under my brother's bed for something to come on and saw a pair of
jockeys that would be perfect. When I reached to retrieve them I got more
than I bargained for: a dildo fell out! Eight inches of hot cock in pink
rubber! And I'd always thought it was something meant for just grown-ups.

I gasped at the thought. Was this what Elwyn had meant? Did my kid brother
screw himself with a dildo while he listened to me jerk off? Only the other
night, I'd told Lee to go fuck himself. Did he take me literally? What kind
of fucking family was I in?

Lee's jockeys were wrapped around my cock just before it exploded and I
filled the intimate garment with spurt after spurt of semen. I lifted the
dildo to my face; the smell of my kid brother's arse hole was on the
rubber. I lifted the dildo to my lips and tasted it. The flavour of my
brother's forbidden rectum was weak, but it filled me with an enthusiasm
I'd not previously known. I must have presented quite a sight as I sucked
on that dildo, but I didn't care. I kissed and licked every inch of the
rubber cock until I was satisfied every remnant of my brother had been
consumed.

Then I - and even somethings are hard for me to admit - I worked the dildo
up my arse and jerked myself off to images of Lee and Elwyn with a couple
of guest appearances by Yours Truly.

After my orgasm subsided I crawled into Lee's bed with his little jockeys
still wrapped around my cock. Shit! What would my friends think of me?
Aw. fuck it: I'm all grown up now, run and tell your friends.

I lay there wondering where all this stuff had come from. Okay, I'm gay,
I'd accepted that a few months ago though I was too scared to do much about
it. But Lee gay, too? It was hard to believe. And these incestuous desires;
where did they come from? My family was normal: a mother and father who
loved each other, who loved us. Our affection for each other was always
open. Okay, I'm a bit repressed but that's to be expected when you keep a
secret most of your life. But we had a good home and a summer house at the
beach. Mom enjoyed being a housewife; she'd go back to teaching when Lee
and I went to college. Dad had his own business and, as far as I knew, it
was doing well. We were candidates for Pleasantville, so what had gone
wrong? Maybe nothing had gone wrong; maybe that's the way it was meant to
be.

My fitful slumber was filled with wild dreams, and if I hadn't already
drained myself, I probably would have one of those fabled nocturnal
emissions: itīs a natural feeling, and itīs high - high - high!

The phone remained stubbornly silent all morning. I sulked around the house
waiting for its signal. The doorbell rang at noon and I opened the door for
Elwyn. To my delight he was wearing his swim suit, a ragged T-shirt and a
pair of battered trainers. The air was hot already; we were in for another
fierce one.

"Hi," he chirped.

He strolled to the sofa and parked his little candyass. I was already
humming inside: "Some day soon I'll make you mine Then I'll have candy all
the time..."

"Hi, Elwyn, how's it hanging?" I replied as nonchalantly as I could.  I
took a seat on the couch facing him.

"Did you look under Lee's bed?"

"Yeh."

I blushed as I remembered how I'd abused Lee's dildo. I made a mental note
to do it again.

"What did you find?" he asked wickedly.

"Two magazines: a 'Street Angels' he stole from me, and a book full of
stories about incest. I also found the dildo."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeh." I stared into his eyes. "I jerked off and came in a pair of his
jockeys." Since Elwyn obviously knew so much about me, it was silly to go
on playing games. "And I sucked off the dildo while I was jerking. I could
still smell him."

"That wasn't Lee you were smelling. That was me," the eleven-yearold angel
laughed. "Actually, you were probably smelling both of us. Leave the stuff
under the pillow for him. He'll love to find them."

"How long has he been using a dildo?" I'd to look down because his T-shirt
had ridden up showing the outline of his prick inside the Speedos. I licked
my lips and wanted to see more.

The dildo belongs to me. Well, I stole it from my mum's room. I let Lee
borrow it. What do you think now?"

"I think I'm going to cum in my shorts," I said and reached for my
zipper. It rasped open and I reached in to pull out my straining
erection. It was wild, stroking myself in front of him while he watched as
though it were a normal thing to do. "You can watch if you like. In fact,
I'd like you to watch me. And you know how much I'd like to watch you."

"That sounds a fair offer," Elwyn blushed. "Would you make the same offer
to Lee?"

"He's not sitting in front of me with his cock stiffening between his
legs. But if Lee were here, knowing what I know now, yeh, I'd make the same
offer." My heart raced at the confession.

Elwyn looked into my eyes and changed the subject, never taking his eyes
from my cock as I jerked it rhythmically. "I dreamed about you last
night. Did you dream about me? I know I'm only in Year 7, but maybe you
like me a little bit."

"I will be yours if youīll be mine I will be there till the end of time
I will be with you until the day that I die Iīll be yours, Iīll be
yours."

I didn't actually put into those words. What I did grunt was: "Uh."

Maybe you just dreamed about Lee?

"That's a loaded question."

"It's okay." Elwyn giggled. "I can imagine what was in your mind last
night, but I hope you thought about me little bit."

"I thought about you a lot." I fondled my swollen balls and gripped my
shaft more tightly. "Take off your T-shirt."

Elwyn rose to his feet and pulled the T-shirt over his head in one quick,
graceful motion. The garment trailed from his hand for a moment before
fluttering to the floor. His body was tanned from the summer heat wave. He
was uniformly golden, his darker nipples serving to highlight the bronzed
curve of his chest. Elwyn's nipples were like hot little studs, reddish
brown, in the centre of a lighter chocolate brown.

I licked my lips and stroked my cock faster as I imagined what it would be
like to kiss and suck his nipples. "Turn around and show me your bum."

"You're a real perv!" Elwyn teased as he turned his back to me and bent
forward slightly. Without being asked, he slowly pushed his swimsuit down
to his ankles and held the pose.He fondled his cheeks for a few long
moments, then spread them playfully open. I whistled appreciation at the
sight of his tightly puckered anus; he responded by pulling them wider to
give me a full view of the crease that darkened towards the centre, and
then became that little hole that held the key to a universe I was
desperate to enter. He searched my wild eyes from between his legs while
his hands moved up the back of his thighs. He pulled the lips of his anus
apart and I though I could just see his insides, then he straightened and
spun around to face me.

I was breathless.

He obviously knew the mind of a twelve-year-old boy.

"You have a lovely penis."

I was curious.

"How many have you seen?"

"Three," he smiled. "Well, more than three, but three that were ready for
action. Lee's, yours and and my brother's."

"Danny?" I stammered. "You've seen Danny hard?"

"Yeh. I've spied on him a couple times. He'd probably flip if he knew I
watched him jerk off." Elwyn had a mischievous look in his eyes.

"You watched him jerk off?" I asked, incredulous. "Has he seen you do... I
mean... has he seen you with that dildo?"

"Hell no!" he laughed. "Danny wouldn't look at me twice. You're a
good-looking guy, Frankie, but everybody knows Danny is the coolest-looking
stud in the whole school. And that's without seeing that horse cock of his!
I'd give anything to get it on with him, but it just ain't gonna happen. He
hardly knows I exist."

"Why do you spy on him?"

You're worse than your brother!" Elwyn sat down on the sofa and spread his
legs wide. "I do it because it's naughty, and I love to do naughty things."
He pulled his knees up onto the sofa so that he was sitting opposite me,
then lay back on a cushion and flexed his legs open and closed.

"Why am I worse than my brother?"

"Both of you are jealous," he said, then added, "What do you want me to
do?"

"Show me your bumhole again," I whispered.

Elwyn slid fingers to his arse hole. One finger dipped briefly at the
bottom before running up the crease and pausing at his balls. "If Lee knew
what we were doing right now, I don't know who he'd be more jealous of - me
or you."

His teasing was taking it's toll and my hips began thrusting my cock into
my hand. "But if he's jealous of me, then you have a problem."

"What makes you think that would be a problem?" Elwyn's face blushed and he
rammed two fingers deep into his arsehole and began fucking himself.

"Jesus!" My eyes bulged and I held my breath. This kind of visual
stimulation was new to me, and I couldn't take my eyes from him. Neither
could I ignore the implications of his last remark.

Elwyn's feet lifted to the sofa. When his thighs opened again he was spread
completely. Hands left his ankles; one to rub his arsehole while two
fingers of the other played with his balls. He removed them and the aroma
of his sex permeated the air as the glistening digits approached his
lips. He licked them with apparent gusto and his eyes rolled as he tasted
himself. Then he looked wildly at me. The fingers returned to his waiting
rectum hole and plunged in.

Something snapped, perhaps it was the look in his eyes, and I knew this was
no longer simply a kids' game for him. His desperate finger-fucking was
truly amazing. I dropped to the carpet and knelt with my face less than two
inches from his gyrating butthole. He moaned and fingered himself ever
harder under my scrutiny, the tight ass hole yielding at each thrust. I was
desperate to lean forward, to lick, kiss, probe, enter, taste...

My face tilted up and my back arched. I jerked my cock with blinding speed
and moaned loudly in warning as I came. My eyes were closed, but I knew my
sperm was landing on his body. That thought extended the orgasm for what
seemed forever. The intensity faded at last and I opened my eyes to see
Elwyn smearing my cum over chest and belly as though it was Vaseline.

I tensed and began to cum again, this time landing on his arsehole. Elwyn
stretched it open and smiled. I moaned and leaned forward. The boy's eyes
glazed as my cock drew closer. I knew he wanted me, but the intensity of a
double orgasm had been too much. My cock was too soft to serve when I
nestled it at his slippery crack. Slender fingers tried to stuff me in, but
it was no use.

I looked into his eyes with the expression of the boy who lost
Christmas. He began to laugh and I'd to laugh too. But it wasn't really
funny; I wanted to fuck him more than I wanted my next breath. Elwyn must
have sensed my embarrassment; he pressed his lips to mine and kissed
me. His tongue darted into my mouth and we tongue-fucked for several
minutes. This was the first serious kiss in my life, and it had to be with
an eleven-year-old boy!

Elwyn rolled out from under me and rose to his feet. He reached for his
things and in silence I watched him put them on. It turned me on to know
underneath he was naked and smeared with my cum.

I suddenly wanted him to stay.

"Don't go."

Elwyn skipped down the porch and into the yard. I followed to the bottom of
the steps before I realized I was still naked. I stopped and covered myself
with both hands. Elwyn laughed and teased me, lifting the front of his
T-shirt. If not for the children playing in the neighbour's yard I'd have
tackled him, right then and right there. Instead I ran back into the
house. He must have known I'd be watching out the window because he stopped
and grabbed his crotch just before he turned the corner and disappeared.

A couple of hours later, the doorbell rang: Elwyn! I practically ran to the
door. I composed myself, gathered my breath and opened it: Lee!

"What are you doing home?"

Lee yawned and walked past me into the hall. "The beach was pretty boring,"
he said. "Too many fucking adults, or too many adults not fucking," he
laughed. "I grabbed the local bus. It took a couple of hours to get here,
and I'm shattered. Think I'll go to bed for a couple of hours. See ya." He
walked past me and head for his room.

That was about the longest conversation I'd had with my little brother in
the last couple of years, and it was probably the most friendly. As he
strolled down the hall, his tight little bum switching from side to side in
his summer shorts, I looked at him with new eyes. So, my little brother
fucked himself in the arse with a dildo. Far out, man!

I decided to follow Lee's example and have a couple of hours in bed. Then
maybe we could get a barbecue together, phone Danny and Elwyn, and make a
swimming afternoon of it. Thank God, no thank Dad, we'd had a new pool
built last summer, and we were getting the chance to us it. Thank God, for
Global Warming!

It was late when I awoke, already noon and I trotted toward the shower.

Lee was coming out of the bathroom at the same moment I tried to
enter. Both of us were half-asleep. The force of our collision nearly sent
him sprawling. He caught the edge of the sink, but that took his hands from
his bath towel which promptly fell to the floor, exposing his damp,
muscular little body. I hadn't seen Lee totally naked for a couple of
years. It was worth waiting for.

The boy had hair! Not much, but definitely hair. All around the base of his
cock and the lower part of his tummy. My kid brother was growing up
fast. He'd probably been pulling on his cock in the shower, otherwise, he
was better-hung then me, and I'm no three-inch dwarf, but I reckoned he'd
one of those pricks that looks much the same length-wise, flaccid or
hard. Nice shape, too.

"Fuck it, Frankie!"

Lee bent over to pick up his towel.

"Watch where you're going."

He stalked off before I could speak. I don't know why I didn't go after him
then, our parents were at the beach, but I left the bathroom door open
while I showered. I strolled to my bedroom whistling a happy tune.

On the way, I reached behind the boiler to retrieve a magazine, I found a
pair of jockeys! My heart raced when I realized they were the ones I'd
placed under Lee's pillow. The little devil was sending me a message that
couldn't have been clearer.

I ripped off my shorts and ran for his bedroom. One way or another I was
determined to have it out with Lee, and the quicker the better. The sounds
of sex grew louder as I approached his bedroom door. Soft moans wet, syrupy
noises. Lee was only eleven, and Lee was my brother, but he was using the
dildo I'd sucked, the dildo that still had traces of Lee and Elwyn on it.

Lee lay on his back in bed, body jiggling in time to the hands so busy
below his waist. I was about to stick my head in the doorway to see the
show of my life when I heard the front door open and close. If sound could
kill I'd have died, then and there. The only people who would enter without
knocking were my mother and my father. Fear froze the back of my neck and I
scurried for the safety of my room. But when I turned the corner of the
hall, I ran smack into someone. We tumbled to the floor and I landed on
top.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Elwyn yelped.

"Sorry."

Although my apology was sincere, I made no effort to rise. My erection was
pinned comfortably between our bodies, and that seemed a good place to
leave it.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Elwyn's eyes widened as he realized his predicament. He was naked under his
shorts and my cock throbbed against his cheeks.

"Kind of..." I tried to smile.

One quick rip and my cock would nestle within his vulnerable crack. The
thought drove me wild with passion. I lowered my mouth as he twisted his
head to look up at me. He returned my kiss. We moved our tongues together
while I rubbed my erection against the cleft of his ass hole in the wettest
dry-fuck on earth.

Elwyn ended the kiss with a gasp.

"Am I interruptint?"

"I heard fucking sounds." I said, "I think Lee's using the dildo right
now." I rose up and Elwyn's eyes followed my erection. "Lee's door was open
and I was about to stick my head in for a look when you came in. Jesus, I
thought you were my mother or my father."

Elwyn laughed and manoeuvred himself into a sitting position on the rug in
the hall. I knelt in front of him.

I could believe neither ears nor eyes. The boy was sitting there studying
my erection like it was the best thing on earth, yet offered to leave and
let me continue to spy on my brother. The lewdness of his offer aroused me
beyond self-control. My hand found his and led him to my bedroom. I closed
the door and settled on the bed to sit and study him more thoroughly. Elwyn
gave me a wild look.

He saw the hunger in my eyes and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

I explained what had happened this morning and went on, "I went to my room
to jerk-off, but when I reached behind the boiler for a magazine I found
his jockeys. You know, the ones I soiled and put under his pillow. That was
the last straw. I stripped off my clothes and went after his. When I got to
his door I heard the sounds. I thought either he had you in there, or he
was using the dildo on his bum."

Elwyn kicked off his trainers, pushed down his suit and stood naked in
front of me. "How's that?" Elwyn's hands came down to my head and he
nestled against me. His nipples were pebbles against my face and the heat
of his erection burned my belly. Anxious hands cradled his arse while I
kissed and licked each square inch of his chest and stomach. When I started
to suck at the nipples, he moaned and began to feed them to me. My hands
slid up his spine and I rolled back, pulling him with me. Our mouths met
and we kissed. I slipped my cock between his legs and up into his crack
until the tip touched his bum hole.

Elwyn began to kiss down my chest. He stopped to suck on my nipples and I
was surprised at how good it felt. He dropped to his knees before me. His
tongue probed my belly button before descending to my erection. He kissed
and nibbled, up and down its length, while his sure hands stroked it. Then
he took the knob into his mouth. I cupped his head when his tongue swirled
around the cap and he made a gurgling sound as his mouth came down, taking
me deep into his throat. I was surprised and moaned with pleasure. I'd
never have believed it was possible, but he was consuming my whole cock.

"Jesus, Elwyn! Where in the hell did you learn that?"

Elwyn's mouth slowly rose up off my cock. he licked his lips and
smiled. "I've been practising on Lee, and on the dildo. It's called deep
throating. With the dildo, I can touch it inside my throat. Touching it on
the otuside, I mean. Am I doing it right?"

Hell, yeh!" I laughed and pulled his face back to my aching erection.

Elwyn took me back into his mouth sucked with increasing ardour. His head
moved up and down, faster and faster, and I knew I'd come soon. I warned
him, but he sucked even harder until finally I could delay no more. Elwyn
continued to suck as I exploded in his mouth, and swallowed most of it
before he lifted his mouth away. I rose up on my elbows to watch him lick
my spent cock clean. It turned me on so much I was hard again before he'd
finished.

"It's my turn!" I said as I pushed him onto his back on the floor.

"Do my hole again," he whispered.

He spread his legs wide open.

I looked at his sweet bum hole for a glorious moment. I poked a finger into
the tight hole, then removed the glistening digit and lifted it to my
lips. Elwyn intercepted my hand and pulled the finger to his own mouth. I
discerned the naughtiest look in his eyes as his tongue darted out to taste
his own anal juices. He sucked my finger clean and plugged it back into his
hot little hole. I thrust the finger in and out. He yelped as his tight bum
hole pulsed around my finger.

I heaved his legs up onto my shoulders and jammed my face into his crack. I
tongued his anus, probed with my tongue, and increased the pressure until I
found his anal ring give way and open and close as it gradually stretched
to accommodate the invader. It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would
be. Then I remembered why not. Elwyn had been working on his arsehole with
the dildo, and, for all I knew, with my brother's cock. I might not be the
first to go where no boy had boldly gone before.

"Fuck me, Frankie," Elwyn pleaded.

"Yeh, Frankie. Yeh. fuck him, Frankie." Lee's voice chirped from behind
me. "All we do is hold hands in the park. We can't even stay late after
dark. Maybe it really was love from the start. But you get to fuck him!"

I spun around, still holding Elwyn's legs back. The most embarrassing thing
that could ever happen, had happened. My brother stood in my doorway
getting an eyeful. He was naked and leaned casually on the door frame as
though he'd been watching for hours.

"Well?" said Lee with a toss of his hair. "Don't let me interrupt. You two
seemed to be having such a good time. Just carry on as you were. Hope you
don't mind if I watch, though."

I was scarlet with embarrassment. Blood thundered in my temples, but I
couldn't let go of Elwyn. It was as if my cock were glued in the entrance
of his rectum hole.

Lee came into the room, pulled the chair up to the edge of my bed and sat
down. Hard nipples stuck out and he opened his legs wide. The dildo was
jammed in his arse! "Come on, you two," he said, his voice teasing and very
erotic. "Show me a good fuck. I'm not too young and I'm not too old. I've
never seen my brother with a slut."

"I'm not a slut!" Elwyn protested, he lacked credibility with my cock up
his bum hole.

"Never thought I'd catch you fucking my best friend, Frankie. Still, If you
show me a really good fuck, maybe I'll show you something even sexier!" Lee
reached between his legs and started working the dildo in and out of his
bum; the big, pink, rubber cock slid in and out of his hole so easily I
guessed Lee was greased up and raring to go.

I returned my face to Elwyn, conscious my brother was intently watching our
every move. I kissed daintily at his lips, still not certain I should be
doing this, but our tongues met again and there was no stopping. Slowly,
almost deliberately, I lowered my aching cock into his hot, wet arse hole
until descending pubic arch met rising buttocks. Elwyn squeezed
triumphantly and we began to fuck.

I was vaguely aware Lee was no longer seated on the bed. He was kneeling
beside us. I glanced over at him. he was flushed with excitement, lust
burning in his eyes. Wet sounds gurgled from Elwyn's arse hole but I didn't
care, just kept moving my cock in and out. Lee reached in to capture my
balls in his hand.

"Shit, Frankie, " he said, "this is a beauty. You could have any boy you
want. All you have to do is show them this whopper!"

I couldn't speak. Lee smiled and began to squeeze a rippling rhythm on my
testicles. His hand might not feel as good as Elwyn's arsehole on my cock,
but it was a welcome addition. My thrusts grew longer and deeper.

"Oh shit, Frankie, I'm gonna cum!" Elwyn groaned and I raised up on my
arms. and Elwyn grabbed my cheeks while I pumped my cock into the orgasmic
clasp of his ass hole. Lee's best friend jerked up and down, twisting
furiously. My cock sloshed in and out until the first squirt splashed into
the depths of his anus. I moaned and slammed home. My brother giggled and
continued to milk my balls until they were empty.

"Now for the best part," Lee said in a teasing voice. He pulled me from
Elwyn and rolled me onto my back, then straddled my lap and tugged Elwyn
up. Before I realized what was happening, it was too late. Like a stooping
hawk, Elwyn's dripping arse hole descended on my mouth. I knew what cum
looked like and felt like, but was I ready to have it flow into my mouth,
even from such a lovely vessel?"

"Now ain't that cute? Chew ass, Frankie!"

It took me a few moments to realise what was happening. Elwyn was squatting
over me, his arsehole jammed against my mouth. Lee straddled me in such a
way he could suck Elwyn's stiff cock. I could feel Elwyn's ring, sopping
with my juices, ride against my lips and mouth as Lee sucked him off. A
sudden shuddering of Elwyn's arsehole told me he was cumming, shooting his
pent-up load into my little brother's mouth while Lee was still furiously
working the dildo in and out of his own sweet arsehole.

My tongue was still slimy from cum and anal juices when Lee pushed Elwyn
off my face and pulled my mouth to his for a kiss. His tongue worked into
my mouth, and he was actually sucking Elwyn's cum and my cum at the same
time. Then Lee twisted his body around so that his cock was at my mouth.

I didn't have time to study Lee's dick as he jammed it into my mouth; it
tasted incredibly sweet with an undertaste of sweat and smeg. He couldn't
hold out for long. Within seconds I felt him spurt and squirts jets of hot
cum into the back of my throat. It was a struggle to keep up with him, and
I felt some of his semen escape from the corners of my mouth and slide down
my chin.

I thought it was over. It had to be over, but Lee wasn't quite finished
yet. I felt him crawl along my body until his mouth was at my crotch, his
breath hot of my rehardened prick. "This is the best way to get boy-cum," I
heard him groan. He didn't hesitate a second as he took me all the way into
his throat.

My brother gulped and gobbled, effortlessly fucking my engorged cock with
mouth and throat. He looked up at me, pride in his beaming eyes. Lee's
tongue raped me as Elwyn's hand on my balls beat rhythmic squeezes in time
to the sucking, slurping sounds that filled the little bedroom.

I howled as my balls erupted, and a river squirted up the long shaft of my
dick. The tip was at the bottom of Lee's throat, and he gulped the load as
it poured into him. Panting hoarsely, Lee had finally to come up for
air. He fell back onto the carpet and wrapped his legs around me, his arms
around Elwyn. "You know what I've got," he said. "I've got the best brother
and the best friend a boy could have."

We lay there for quite a while getting our breath back, coming to our
senses. I told the boys about my idea for the barbecue and a
swim-in. "Great," said Lee, "but we'll have to wait till four o'clock."

"Why?" asked Elwyn.

"Because that's when Danny will get back from the beach."

"Danny?"

"Your brother Danny. Remember?"

But why's he coming back from the beach? I thought he was staying there the
whole weekend," queried Elwyn.

Because," explained Lee very carefully, as if addressing a five-year-old,
"Danny wants to fuck me again."

"What!" That was a simultaneous 'What!' from both Elwyn and myself.

"Because," repeated Lee, "Danny fucked me last night at the beach. He wants
to fuck me again. I want him to fuck me. He'd also like to fuck both of
you, but that's your business," he added fairly.

"I told him we'd be here this afternoon. Anybody not up for it can be
elsewhere." Lee sighed and lay back.

"Wow!" whispered Elwyn. "I've always wanted it. Danny to fuck me, I
mean. What about you, Frankie?"

"Double that Wow," I said. "I've always wanted to fuck Danny. What a
fuckin' great holiday!"

"Could we get some shut-eye?" asked Lee. "There'll be plenty time for
suckin' 'n' fuckin' this afternoon. By the way, Frankie, have you seen what
Elwyn can do with a barbecued sausage. Far out, man. Fucking far out."

"Right," laughed Lee, "but anyone wanna see me take a shii before we go to
bed?"

Lee was right.

Summer was here.

Now was the time to get wild!


2 - NOT PUPPY LOVE


I love boys, always have, always will, I hope.

Now, if I was over 18, a statement like that would get me into serious
trouble. But I'm not over 18, I'm 16, so that means I'm still a boy. Right?
Or is it? I think of myself as a young man, and I've been loving boys ever
since I got into sex. So, maybe what I've been doing was all right when I
was twelve, or thirteen, or fourteen, even fifteen. But now I'm sixteen,
what am I meant to think of myself?

Does this mean I'm going to be a DOM, a dirty old man, who wears a mac and
chases young boys? Or will I graduate to older boys, to young men, to men,
to older men, to old men? How the fuck should I know! And when I'm talking
about boys, I'm not talking about kids; honest, I've no interest in
kids. I've got three younger brothers, 11, 9 and 7, myself, and my sister
Eileen, 13, (my mother and father like to plan things). The thought of
getting it on with them, while it doesn't horrify me, doesn't tempt me. I
don't know. It's all too complicated for me. Let's go back to where it all
started - Can anyone ever do that? -and see how things worked out the way
they did.

When I say 'boyfriend' I mean more than just a boy who was my friend. Elwyn
was my boyfriend but not my 'boyfried'. Actually, Elwyn was more of a sex
fiend.

My first real boyfriend's name was Eric. It's a bit strange writing that:
boyfriend, I mean. Even to me, it sounds a bit weird: I'm a boy and yet
I've a boyfriend. It goes against the grain, doesn't it? Or at least it
goes against the brain-washing every boy has to endure: 'big boys don't
cry' and 'boys don't have boyfriends'.

Maybe it's hard to call him a boyfriend because it was puppy love. I knew
Eric in junior school. He was tall for his age with collar-length black
hair. He was tall and I was the shortest guy in the school. I guess it's
all relative but he did look cute anyway. By no means the best-looking boy
in the school but there sure as hell were a lot worse, including me, if I'm
being strictly honest. I wasn't a dwarf or a gargoyle or anything like
that, and I always had a big dick for my age, so life does have its
compensations, I guess.

Towards the end of the school year I met Eric. My teacher had asked me to
clean out the book room and sort the books by title and place them neatly
on their proper shelves. I was the kind of person who would do anything to
get out of class so I spent all morning sorting books. After a while it got
pretty boring. I asked teacher if one of my friends could help me. It
wasn't that I couldn't do it myself, I wanted someone to shoot the breeze
with.

My teacher, because there was only a few days of school left, didn't much
care what was going on and said sure. I got my friend. He brought along
Eric and introduced him as a friend. I'd noticed Eric a couple of times,
especially in gym. He was, as teachers say, athletically-gifted, and a born
swimmer. Even at 11, Eric had broad shoulders, tiny waist, neat little bum,
long legs and big feet. He had that smooth, shiny, satiny skin that serious
swimmers seem to have, always looking as if he'd stepped out from under a
shower. Anyway, where was I?

We were so busy sorting books and talking that the afternoon went by real
fast. By the end of the day, we had all the books sorted and in their
places. Naturally I didn't tell my teacher because I wanted to milk this
job for all it was worth. I told sir we had more work to do but we should
be able to get it done in a day or two. We left some books in a messy piles
so we could show him we were not yet done.

We started early next morning and worked hard at doing absolutely
nothing. We sat on our asses talking. My friend, Alfie, lit up a cigarette,
which at that age was a mortal sin, especially in school, but closed in the
book room we didn't care. Alfie drew on the cigarette and the room filled
with smoke. Cigarette smoke always seems to give me headaches so I lay down
on the floor to relax. Eric said 'cool' and lay down on the floor, too, but
unfortunately not near me. Alfie said, "I'm in with the in-crowd," got up,
turned off the light and lay down on the floor.

As my eyes adjusted to what little light was coming under the door, I
noticed Alfie had lain down beside Eric. They had their arms around each
other and were busy necking hard! Holy fucking Batman! My friend Alfie was
lying on the floor, arms and legs wrapped round Eric while they kissed,
tongued and frenched like my sister Eileen and one of her boyfriends at a
school disco. This wasn't real, this couldn't be happening, this was Major
League Naughty. So was the erection in my pants that sprang up as I
listened to the smooching and slobbering only feet from where I lay.

After a few minutes, I saw Alfie's hand slip down inside Eric's shirt. This
was too much. I was testing the stitching on my pants zipper. I couldn't
believe they were doing this. I wanted to run over there and stick my hand
down Eric's shirt, too. But of course, I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be
right to bother them so I lay there nursing my throbbing hard-on.

They finally got up and turned on the lights. Alfie and Eric recomposed
themselves as if nothing untoward had taken place. We talked for a while,
sorted the rest of the books, then left the book room for our respective
classrooms. Next day was the last day of school and we weren't allowed to
work in the bookroom, which disappointed me no end.

Alfie and Eric were going out for pizza after school and asked me to come
along. Sure. I met Alfie and Eric after school and we strolled to a pizza
parlour not too far away. Alfie's mother drove by and stopped when she saw
him. She called him over and asked to see his report card. It was crap! She
started screaming, bundled him into the car and gunned away.

Eric and I decided we would go for pizza and phone Alfie later. We sat and
munched our pizzas and talked about anything that came to our minds. Over
the next hour we became friends. I invited Eric to my house to go
swimming. I didn't expect it but he accepted my invitation right away. From
that point on, while walking to his house to get his bathing suit and then
to my house, I was on cloud nine.

Let me make something absolutely clear. At this stage, I wasn't thinking
about sex with Eric, well, not that much, probably because Major League sex
with anybody wasn't something I'd thought about. Of course, I'd lain in my
bed lots of times, played with my prick and thought about doing things to
some of the prettier foxes in the local girls' school, but I knew that was
fantasy, and anyway, it never turned me on. Now and again, thoughts of
boys, especially boys in the changing rooms, had crept into a corner of my
mind, but I'd dismissed them outright as temptations from the Devil (who
was big in our home).

The walk to my house took forever. I couldn't wait to see Eric in his
bathing suit. We talked along the way, and I started to like him. He was
open, frank and fun, with opinions on about everything and everyone. It was
a liberating experience.I got up the nerve to hold his elbow as I guided
him towards our house. Boy, was that a great accomplishment for me. I've
always found it difficult to make physical contact with people around
me. Then Eric put his arm around my neck as we strolled along in the late
afternoon sunshine. I could have burst with pride; putting your arm round
another boy's neck in public was a real sigh of friendship!

We reached my house and we went inside so I could show him around. We found
my mother working in the kitchen. I introduced Eric to her. He was polite
and answered mom's questions about his family with a self-confidence I
admired but couldn't emulate. Mom liked him! I finished showing Eric around
the house, then took him downstairs to the basement pool. I showed him the
side room where he could get changed while I slipped upstairs to change
into my bathing suit.

Dad built our basement pool. It runs the length of the house and is about
ten feet wide. The shallow end is about 3 feet deep, the far end is 6 feet
deep. We're all taught to swim before we can walk, literally, in our house,
but the rule stays the same: you can't go swimming on your own.

I changed in my bedroom and flew downstairs. Eric emerged wearing a super
bright, blood-red, pair of Speedos which made him look beautiful. It
accented his long black hair and the copper-coloured tan of his skin. For
the first time I noticed he had a set of nipples on him few boys in junior
school had. In actuality, they weren't that big but they sure looked good
enough to.... I think Eric noticed I was staring at his chest. He smiled
and looked down his body; I blushed and looked away. I heard a splash and
looked up to see Eric disappearing into the blue-green water of the deep
end.

I put my eyes back in my head and dived in after him. We swam and splashed
around for about an hour. The pool has a slide and we had lots of fun going
down the slide together, Eric sitting between my legs. He had to be aware
of my hard-on because it was sticking right in his crack! He gave no
indication anything was up. We horsed around in the pool till we were
water-logged. Eric said he was getting out so he could dry off. I followed
him.

We towelled ourselves, then Eric stepped towards me. I'd no idea what he
was doing but it didn't take long to find out. He pulled me to him and gave
me a wet kiss smack on the lips. WOW! He grinned at me. I noticed him
looking down at my bathing suit. I'd the hard-on of a lifetime. He let out
a giggle and said, "Me, too."

Before I could clear my throat to say anything, he slowly lowered his
swimming trunks and showed me a hard-on as stiff and hungry as my own!
Nearly as big, too, I must confess. I think I was drooling on my chest but
I didn't notice. My eyes were glued to his prick and balls; as I watched he
took his prick in his hand and began to pump it right in front of me. Like
me, he was uncircumcised so I'd the thrill of seeing the hothead of his
cock popping in and out of its fleshy covering.

I was having trouble breathing. I couldn't believe this was happening. Eric
stood there with an ear to ear smile, blinding me with his pearly white
teeth.

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?"

"Don't you want to feel me?"

"Can I?"

"Go for it."

I tried to raise my hands but I was still so stunned they wouldn't
budge. They tingled all over.

Realizing my problem, Eric took my hand up to his mouth and kissed it, then
placed it right on his cock. For the first time in my life, I knew what it
was to feel another boy's cock. Outstanding! It was sticking to the palm of
my hand and getting larger. I was a little spastic with my actions. I
wasn't doing much with my hand but fumbling around.

"Here, let me show you what to do."

He pushed my hand away and grabbed his cock with his own hand and started
squeezing and massaging it. He looked like he was enjoying it. Then he
started playing with his balls, rolling them between his thumb and index
finger. They, too, seemed to get even bigger. "Now you try?"

I slid my hand around his cock and started squeezing and pumping. It was
fabulous. I couldn't believe Eric was letting me do it. I stood there
playing with his balls, too, doing what he did, rolling them between my
fingers. He loved it. He let out what sounded like a little moan. I was in
heaven.

"Let's try something different," Eric said. "Step a little closer." I did
as he asked. He grabbed on to my suit and yanked it to my knees. My cock
bounced up, as hard as his. "Wow, that's a nice one," Eric said. "Your cock
is bigger than mine," he added, leaning against me so our cocks pressed
together from root to tip. I was maybe half an inch longer than Eric. He
started stroking me. What a feeling. I could feel myself cumming. I knew it
wouldn't take long because he had me so worked up.

"I want you to cum on my cock," he whispered.

"Okay," I gasped as he jerked my cock down and pointed it at his groin. I
shot my little load all over him. I felt my knees begin to give way. I
could barely hold myself up. He began rubbing my sperm into his cock and
balls. It should have been weird; instead, it was incredibly erotic.

"Watch me shoot my load," he said. I wasn't going to argue. I sat down on
the edge of the pool in front of him watching him go at it. He started
jerking faster and faster. After a minute or two he let out a moan or a
groan, or whatever the hell it was, and started to jerk and shake
wildly. His jism shot up into the air, then came splattering down on his
feet! He threw his head back and shook it like a dog coming in out of the
rain.

"Boy, did that feel good. It's been a long time since I came like that. I
love playing with myself in front of guys. It turns me on."

"You can do it in front of me anytime," I said shyly.

"I think it's time for me to be off," he said. "May I have a shower before
I go?"

We stripped off our suits and stpped into the shower cubicle. We didn't
much bother with soap because Eric was already late but it was great to
feel the water splash and sparkle on our bodes. Just as I was stepping out,
Eric said: "Hold on a minute. Try this." I turned and he splattered me with
piss. At first I was shocked but then I started to laugh as he hosed me up
and down. "Do me now" he said, and I did but that's when I was really
shocked.

Eric slid to his knees.

"My face and hair," he said. "Do my face and hair."

I did what I was told and soon got into but almost stopped pissing when me
spluttered: "In my mouth, in my mouth."  I squeezed off my piss for a few
moments. "Do it, do it, Frankie, piss into my mouth." That's what he wanted
and that's what I did. I stood there naked pissing into the mouth of the
naked boy on the tiled floor of the cubicle. As I finished, Eric got and up
said: "You're the best, Frankie simply the best," and I blushed in pride
more than embarrassment.

I walked Eric home. I was in a daze the whole time. I touched his hand
surreptitiously and he gave mine a squeeze.

We arrived at the front of his house and stopped at the door. In front of
his mum. he said he'd had a wonderful time and hoped we could do it again
in the near future. I was speechless. We agreed to meet on Sunday. Eric
shook my hand, said good-bye and they disappeared into his house. I ran
home as fast as I could. What a day it had been!

Sunday morning rolled around and I got up real early thinking about the day
ahead. I couldn't wait. The morning dragged on like one of dad's
lectures. I'd never felt this much anticipation before. It was a strange
feeling. I wanted to go as far as I could with Eric but I didn't want to
push too hard. I didn't want him getting mad at me. But I wanted to get his
clothes off so badly, I ached all over. From eleven o'clock to
eleven-thirty I sat watching the clock.

I finally decided it was time to leave. I knew we could get to his house in
about fifteen minutes but I'd to get out of my house before I went
crazy. Dad and I got in the car and started driving and got there in about
fifteen minutes. Eric lived in one of the most expensive neighbourhoods in
the city; even Dad whistled when he saw their mansion.

The time had come. We pulled up and parked in front of his house. I got out
of the car and went up to the front door. I took a deep breath and rang the
doorbell. My heart stopped, stuttered and started again. I heard someone
coming to the door. It opened and there stood Eric. He was wearing an
Armani shirt and Gucci jeans; his trainers were brand new. He reeked of
class and money; I reeked of lust.

"I'm ready to go. I've got my swimming suit on underneath, if that's okay
with you," said Eric, closing the door behind him.

"Let's go then", I replied as nonchalantly as my stiffening prick would
permit me.

My luck was in. Mom and dad took off shopping; that meant they'd be gone
for at least two hours! We were alone in the house. I showed Eric to the
basement. He couldn't wait to jump in the pool. I told him I was going
upstairs to get changed. I'd be back in a minute. He should go ahead into
the pool without me.

I was upstairs and undressed in under two minutes. Then I sat on the bed
and willed my hard-on to subside a little before I pulled on my swimsuit
-blue with a white flash. I came back to find Eric splashing around and
playing with one of the floating toys. I immediately threw myself in and
swam a couple of laps to get warmed up. I stuck my head out of the water in
time to see Eric coming down the slide. He was wearing a bright yellow
suit. Not the skimpiest but and he looked delicious in it. His hair was
plastered back on his head. His skin glowed as if he was on fire from
within. I was on fire, too!

Eric swam around, laughed and had a grand old time. He swam over to me,
thanked me for inviting him over to swim, then pushed my head
underwater. War had been declared! Having been raised in the pool, I was
twice the swimmer Eric was and I made him pay for his presumption.

We wrestled in the water, bodies contorted round each other in ways not
even hinted at in the Kama Sutra! Have you ever noticed what you get away
with in the pool? At once point, Eric had his legs wrapped round my neck,
his groin pressed hard into my face. I felt his cock and balls rub
squishily against my face, and, as I pulled him underwater, I opened my
mouth and pressed my lips around his genitals.

When we surfaced, gasping for water, Eric shouted "My turn!", and pulled me
under again. This time, I grabbed from the rear, winding my body round him
so that my hard-on was pressed right into his crack. Fifteen minutes of
this was enough, and we lay on a water mattress by the side of the pool
fighting for breath like landed trout. We swam around innocently for the
remainder of the afternoon. We splashed each other and played with the
floats and other toys in the pool. I felt like I was a little kid again. We
were having a lot of fun. I was elated we were getting along so
well. However, all good things must come to an end, or do they?

We got out, ran into the house, grabbed some towels and ran back
again. Eric was starting to climb up the ladder. What a sweet body he
had. Perfect for his suit. I held out the towel and wrapped it around him
nice and tight. I was about to let go when he leaned right up against me
with my arms still around him.

"That's better."

I stood there holding him in my arms not knowing what to do. "Why don't you
go inside and change into something dry? You'll feel a lot warmer."

"No, that's okay," he said. "I'll stay right where I am. I like it here."

We stood facing each other for several seconds. We were looking into each
other's eyes, not knowing what to say or what to do. I don't remember what
I was even thinking. Spontaneously, I leaned my head forward and gave him a
peck on the cheek. Eric smiled. I sighed in relief.

Eric dropped his towel, put him arms around me and gave me a kiss that will
take a long time to forget. I didn't know it then, but I know it now: most
boys don't kiss. At least, boys don't kiss when they're just fooling
around. A boy will suck your cock, let you suck his, even let fuck you or
let you fuck him, but kissing is the great taboo. Kissing means too much;
it means a serious commitment; and it always means you're gay. Our lips
were together for a long time. We were both enjoying every moment of it. We
finally broke ourselves apart and looked at each other contentedly. His
calming personality made me loosen up beyond my expectations. I felt
comfortable with Eric, and especially in his arms. Suddenly Eric broke away
from me.

Eric walked around to the deep end of the pool. I knew he'd something in
mind but I didn't know what. He moved right up to the edge of the pool, his
toes hanging over the end. Then he tucked his thumbs inside the waist band
of his costume and slowly pushed the suit down to his knees where he let go
and wiggled them down to his ankles. He stepped out with one leg and kicked
them behind him with the other.

Now he was standing in front of me with absolutely nothing on but a big
smile. He put his hands behind his head to accent his beautiful body. When
he felt I'd had enough of an eyeful he dived into the deep water. I
followed his lead by peeling off my swim suit and jumping in after him. We
swam straight toward each other.

When we got close, I reached out and put my arms around his waist and
pulled his body against mind. I never had a feeling like that one. There is
nothing else like two warm bodies rubbing against each other. I felt his
hard cock brushing against my erection.

We slowly moved toward the shallow end of the pool, our bodies
inseparable. His lips pressed up against mine. I reached down with my hands
and started fondling his hard-on. I did it the same way Eric had shown me
several months earlier. His four incher was solid in the warm water. Eric
put his hands between my legs and started fondling my cock and balls.

The feel of his hands on me made me go wild. I slid my hands round his
sides to his exquisite, tight little bum It was firm and well-shaped. I was
squeezing and running my fingers up and down his crack. He seemed to like
this. He started playing with my ass . It did feel good. Eric shocked me
when he started playing with my arsehole. He giggled when I jumped but kept
right on going. I began to do the same to him and he started to purr. Then,
with a little apprehension, I brought one hand around to his front side and
slipped it between his legs. I began tossing him off with loving care. This
got him even more excited. He was loving it.

"Keep going, don't move your hand, I like it there," he whispered as I ran
his foreskin up and down his slender cock, my other hand firmly in his
crack, my digit finger tentatively probing his hot little arsehole.

Once again Eric jumped, but I knew better than to move my hand this time. I
applied more pressure and began to move my finger forward and back along
the length of his anal slit. He loved it. The more he got excited the more
I enjoyed getting him excited. I completely forgot about my own pleasure
and concentrated on Eric's. I gave careful consideration to each movement
of my finger. I found Eric's most sensitive spot and gave it a bit of
attention. By now he wasn't thinking about my pleasure either. He probably
wasn't thinking about anything but the excitement between his legs and
buttocks.

At the same time I used a little innovation and raised him out of the water
a little bit with my leg and started sucking on his nipples. I'd pay close
attention to the hard tips which seemed to be getting harder.

His excitement started to build beyond the point of containment. He started
moaning softly, but that didn't last long. Soon he was groaning. I knew he
was going to come soon and he did. His whole body seemed to go into spasms
and his breathing became erratic. He wrapped his arms around my neck and
began to squeeze tightly. I almost came watching him cum. It gave me a
feeling of satisfaction to know I'd done that. I could feel hot spurts of
cum splash against my fingers, then drain off into the water. Mentally, I
made a note to drain the pool when our session was over.

Eric slowly came down from cloud nine and began to relax his body and
luckily for me, relaxed the bear hug he had around my neck. He looked at me
with the biggest ear to ear smile I'd ever seen and gave me one of his
healthy, whole-hearted kisses.

"Come over here" he said as he nudged me toward the side of the pool.  We
slowly glided over to the edge. I didn't know what he had in mind but I got
a real good idea when he told me to sit up on the edge of the pool. I was
right, my first blow job! My dreams and fantasies were beginning to come
true.

Eric gently took my hard-on into his hand and began to stroke it.

"You better be careful; I'm going to make a mess."

"That's the whole idea," Eric grinned as he kissed the head of my throbbing
rod.

I leaned back to enjoy the ride. Eric began licking the head like a little
kid on an ice cream cone, and I think he adored ice cream. He seemed to be
enjoying himself and I was loving it too. He put the end in his mouth and
with one stroke sank all the way down to my balls. I let out a moan that
surprised me. He went up and down with expert skill though I didn't know
any other. Even no skill at all would have been pretty good.

And then he stopped. He stopped and withdrew his mouth. I was stunned. What
was Eric playing at? I needed to cum, I was desperate to cum. Please, Eric
please let me cum. And Eric did let me cum but not in the way I expected.

Eric giggled, and took off swimming toward the ladder. I sat catching my
breath waiting to see what he would do. He started to climb out of the
pool, and as his arse came out of the water he wiggled it in my
direction. I decided that was a good time to get up and follow him. He
walked over to the patio and lay face down in one of the lie-lows.

I followed him and stood there.

"Eat me...please".

How could someone turn down a request like that? I didn't have the nerve to
tell him I'd never eaten out anyone before. I'd always thought it would be
disgusting but was I wrong. I parted his flesh with my hands and saw his
puckered rosebud pointing out at me. I started flicking it with the tip of
my tongue. His hips began to twitch. He didn't taste bad at all. Much
better than I'd expected. And the more I chewed and sucked and kissed and
licked, the better he tasted until the taste was delicious. I could feel
him opening for me tongue. I replaced it with a finger, then two fingers,
circling them round and round until the 5p opening became 10p and even
more.

"Fuck me," he said. "Remember in your shower. Fuck me and don't stop
fucking whatever happns. Promise."

I remember pissing in his mouth and thought "pissing up his bum can't be so
bad", so "I promise".

I kneeled down between his legs. Eric adjusted his bum until the head of my
cock was touching his opening. I pushed. I pushed. His hands came behind
him and he held himself open for me. I slid halfway in. Then I was
stopped. No, I didn't stop. Something stopped me. You don't have to be a
genius to work out what it was. Eric had a shit up his bum and I was
pushing into his shit.

"You promised."

I widened my knees and leaned into him. I felt the head of my cock push
through what felt like soft school plasticine. The smell rushed up to
me. It should have disgusted me. It didn't. It made me want more, so pushed
harder, deeper until all of my cock was embedded in Eric's arse.

"That feels great. Now fuck me, Frankie. Fuck me slow, then hard and fast."

I wonder how many men can say there first fuck was up someone's shit-packed
arse. I can and I loved it. I drove it, pulled out, drove in again. The
smell was an aphrodisiac. By instinct, I lay along Eric's back, put an
elbow round his neck, and jerked his head up. He grunted but he didn't try
to release himself. Harder, faster, deeper.

The only thing that could stop me was cumming, and I began to cum. I tried
to hold it back but no way. I came and came, spurting to Eric's body and,
after the last couple of squirts something happened I thought was
impossible. You can't piss with a hard-on, can you? Well, I can and I
did. I pissed straight into Eric's rectum where the piss joined his shot
and my cum... and below me I felt Eric bottom bopunce as he came as well.

We lay joined together, sprawled on the lie-low till...

"Eric, Eric, mum and dad'll be back soon. We got to get this place cleaned
up."

I withdrew from Eric, saw my cock and balls were covered with shit and cum,
and pattered to the shower cubicle, Eric close behind me. Used the shower
as a hose and hosed ourselves down - made sure we were clean - and hosed
ourselves down again. Then, naked, we got to the pool hauled out the
extension hose, and hosed everything we could think of. At one point, Eric
tried working the nozzle up his arse but he was too tender to get very far,
so he offered the service to me.

"Fuck off, you perv," I laughed.

"Takes one to know one," he laughed, and we got on with the job.

That day Eric lost his virginity and I lost my heart.


3 - IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMER TIME

I lie on my back in the dry hay, watching the swallows swoop and dive
overhead. They circle the rafters, darting in and out through the open
window lancing across a dusty shafts of sunlight. The dust dances in the
hot air like a billion stars and I start thinking about the million billion
stars in the universe. And our planet, like a green-blue speck of dust
drifting in all this immensity. And me, a tiny speck on a tiny speck, lying
in the hay on a hut summer's afternoon.

In time the sun will set and mum will call me for dinner. Company's coming
for dinner, though I'm not sure who. Probably some of my parents'
friends. I'll have to sit around all evening on my best behaviour, bored to
tears. I linger in the barn. All the mystery of summer is encapsulated in
this afternoon.

I'm wondering what I'm doing here. I could have gone to Summer Camp with
Lee and Elwyn but I'd this urge to be alone. No, not to be alone, but to be
left alone; there is a difference. So I did what no self-respecting teenage
boy would do; I opted to spend the last of the summer holidays with mum and
dad though, I knew, there would be few people my age around. What did it
matter? I only wanted one person - a boy like myself who liked other
boys. There, I've said it, it's out in the open, at least to myself, and
maybe that's the hardest bit of all.

Ever since I can remember, I've liked other boys, I mean, really liked
them. But it's only in the last year or so it's become overwhelming, only
since I started getting erections - and do I get erections! - by simply
looking at boys has it become hard to take. I didn't choose to be like
this. I don't want to be like this. But this is the way I am, and I guess
I'll learn to live with it. After all, loving other boys is better than
loving nobody.

Sweat trickles down my back, gluing my T-shirt to the skin underneath. I
itch slightly from bits of straw that have crept under my clothes. The air
is sweetly fragrant from the soft cushions of new mown hay. I stretch my
arms and legs luxuriously, wishing I could stay here forever. Just me and
my dreams - and the hard-on beneath the faded denim at my crotch.

The stabledoor opens, squeaking on rusty hinges. I freeze, resenting this
intrusion into my private kingdom. I creep to the edge of the loft and peer
downward through swirling columns of sunlit dust. A lone figure leading a
horse enters. The image of Shane pops into my mind; the movie was on TV at
the weekend; ancient but really good. Maybe this was my Shane coming back
for me.

At first my eyes, unaccustomed to the brightness by the window, are unable
to make out details in the dimness below. The intruder unsaddles the pony
and begins settling him. I recognise Elwyn's older brother, Danny. Is that
why I chose to spend the last fortnight of the summer at this stud farm?
I'm about to call out a cheerful greeting to him, when something in the
furtiveness of his movements stops me.

My heart is thumping now. God, he is handsome. That thick straight auburn
hair. Wide-set eyes. Straight nose, a bit long, but it suits him. Tanned
skin. A fucking dimple in his chin! Danny should be in movies. If it was
porno, I could be with him! Stop day-dreaming, you idiot. Danny's the real
thing. You don't need dreams.

Danny tends to the pony quickly, glancing now and again at the door. I know
I shoud call out but I'm scared in case Danny thinks I'm spying on him. I'm
not spying, I'm just watching. It's then he does something that makes me
blink, look again, blink, and then accept what I'm seeing is
happening. That's when I'm terrified Danny will spot me, so I lie silently
in the hay and watch.

It's a chestnut pony, beautiful but skittish at first until Danny holds its
face in his hands, whispering softly as he massages its balls..  Then he is
rubbing its sheath and soon I'm looking at the biggest penis I've ever
seen, maybe 13 inches long and 8 inches thick. I realise what Danny is
doing - he is waking the pony's cock with both hands. He lifts it to his
mouth and starts licking the head. He can't get the whole head in his
mouth; his lips run round and round the head. The pony gets jittery and
skittish again, and suddenly Danny is gulping back what can only be one
thing - the pony's cum. The white liquid is running out of the boy's
mouth. He can't hold it all. He can't get it all swallowed though I see his
throat gulping, and still sucking round the head. He lets the cock go and
it flops down still leaking cum and the pony looks content. Danny wipes his
mouth with the back of his hand and leads the pony out to pasture. I sink
as deep as I can in the straw, hoping he won't come back, but he does and
I'm glad about it.

A quick, nervous look around, and he slips back into the barn and hauls the
door shut behind him. I watch curiously as he sits down on a bale of hay,
then pulls a magazine out of his shirt and begins to read. Why is he so
secretive? I slither closer on my belly, my hard-on pressing into the
wooden boards, trying to get a better look. His hand is inside his
chequered shirt. He's pulling the shirt open. No T-shirt. He is so
beautiful, all male and so beautiful. His nipples are dark against his
tanned skin; each one like an old bronze penny; each one three times the
size of mine. I don't understand why guys have nipples but I'm glad they
do.

I can barely make out anything from this distance, but I see enough to
answer my question. Danny's reading one of those dirty magazines, the kind
with the naked pictures. His face is scrunched up, and at first I think he
must have a stomach ache or something. Then I notice that his jeans are
unzipped, his hand is down the front of them. His hand is moving
rhythmically, and I can hear him grunting and moaning in time with it.

Hypnotized, I hang over the ledge. A cloud of dust puffs up in my face. I
sneeze loudly. The noise echoes round the barn.

Danny freezes. "Who the fucks there?" he calls hoarsely. He has such a
comical expression on his face, I can't help giggling. He's got that
'Caught you!' look, like when I was taking a shit in the orchard two days
before and mum came strolling with with one of her friends! She still
hasn't forgiven me!

"It's just me - Frankie, Frankie O'Dowd," I stupidly add. Danny seems
relieved. He stuffs the magazine back into his shirt and clambers up the
ladder to the loft, his zip still open.

"Hi, baby!" he greets me cheerily. "Why didn't you say something when I
came in?" He ruffles my hair casually, just like he always does. Today,
this irritates me. I've had a crush on Danny since I was eight years old,
but he's never taken me seriously.

Now, Danny's a seriously good-looking guy. He has the same open face, the
same kind of "well, fuck you" attitude, and the same smouldering looks that
turn people's heads for a second look. Got the same kind of body,
too. Well-built, but lithe. I mean, the kind of long-legged, long-torso
body that could wrap itself right round you and swallow you in a couple of
gulps, if it had a mind too.

"Why do you always hafta call me that?" I snap petulantly. "I ain't a baby
anymore! I'm a guy now! See? I've even got hair!" Impulsively, I push down
my shorts a bit to show a few swirls of dirty blond hair. Danny chuckles
appreciatively.

"Yeah, babe-, Frankie," he corrects himself, "You sure do. How old are you
now, anyway?"

"Thirteen!" I declare proudly.

"Well! Practically a grown guy!" He's teasing me. Angry, I wrestle him to
the hay strewn floor and begin tickling him. For a few minutes he tolerates
this, laughing. Suddenly, he flips me over, and before I know what's
happened, I'm flat on my back and Danny's sitting across my chest. I stick
out my tongue at him in mock anger, but I'm actually enjoying the attention
and the closeness. His knees are on either side of me, his zip open. If he
moved up only a couiple of feet, I could...

I try to maintain a frown, but something catches my eye and I burst into
giggles. Danny looks confused for a minute, follows the direction of my
gaze and flushes beet-red when he sees what I'm laughing at. Something soft
and pink is peeking out between the zipper teeth. I've never seen a big boy
blush before; the sight makes me giggle again.

Gritting his teeth, Danny quickly stands and closes his pants. He looks
uptight. I'm still lying on the floor, gasping for breath. Finally, the
alarming colour begins to fade from his cheeks and ears. Anxious to change
the subject, I glance nervously around. The magazine has fallen out of his
shirt during our brief scuffle, so I pick it up and begin flipping through
the pages. It's a dirty magazine all right, but everybody in it is male!
Not a single pair of tits in sight! These are all guys, big naked guys with
hard-ons! and they're doing things to each other! Dirty things! Things that
make my hard-on ache as I turn the pages in slow motion - and find picture
of men doing dirty things with boys - boys my age!

"What do you think?" Danny asks abruptly.

"Well... they're a little... strong..." My voice trails off weakly. He
gives me an encouraging nod, so I continue. "I mean... look at those
bodies! I wish I looked like that..." I sigh wistfully. "I'll probably
never have a dick like that..." Danny sinks down to lie in the hay beside
me, our backs leaning against a square, tied bale of corn.

"Hey..." Danny's voice is warm and soothing. "There's nothing wrong with
your dick. If you've got hair, I'll bet you've got a decent-sized
penis... " As if to confirm his words, his hand slides inside the front of
my baggy jeans. Shit, I'm wearing no underpants! His palm is rough against
my skin. His touch sparks strange tremors inside me, and I shiver slightly,
as if from a sudden breeze.

Slowly, he circles the few pubes I've got with fingertips that seem to
trail fire behind them. My prick stiffens as his fingertips brush the
head. His left arm is across my shoulders, his right hand is in my shorts,
I turn the pages of the magazine. We gaze at the pictures while Danny feels
and fondles my erection. I'm looking at the guys in the pictures and
wishing there was a picture of Danny. I want to see him nude, naked, posed
like that, with a hard-on.

My breathing's a little jerky now.

Danny slips my cock out of the opening at the front of my shorts. It is red
and hard, hot and slippery. I am acutely embarrassed. I watch his big
fingers and thumb close around the shaft; he jerks me gently. Danny turns
my face towards him. I am solemn and serious; he is grinning. "Nice, real
nice," he whispers, squeezing my cock. "Nothing to be ashamed of here,
kiddo. Good-looking boy, good-looking cock."

I snuggle into him, reassured. There's a pressure building up down there,
in my cock and balls, in my stomach, it makes me tighten my arsehole. Of
course I know about ejaculation and stuff like that, but knowing about it
isn't the same as feeling it. What will it be like to 'cum', to squirt my
stuff with an older guy watching? Will I be embarrassed? Will Danny be
embarrassed? It's all so scary; all so thrilling; all so right.

A loud snorting sound interrupts us. Danny jumps guiltily, stuffing the
magazine back under his shirt. "It's okay," I whisper. "It's just Morgan."
I lead him to the window, pointing out the familiar sight of Morgan, our
bull, mounting one of the cows. Today he has selected Maggie, a fat reddish
cow who placidly ignores his attentions. Morgan's cock dangles grotesquely,
all pink and slimey looking. I pick up one of the pebbles I keep by the
window and throw it at him. He ignores it, as usual.

The is a strange gleam in Danny's eye as he watches the rutting bull. His
arms slip around me, one hand low enough to stroke my ass, and I see the
acts before me with new eyes. What has previously been just a ritual
assumes new meaning, and a strange thrill courses through me. A sudden
thought strikes me, and I turn to Danny, eyes wide with wonder.

"Is your...I mean...is it...like...that?" I stammer, blushing furiously.

A grin splits Danny's face. "You've never seen a big one before, have you?"
he asks. I shake my head. His grin broadens. "Want to see mine?" I nod, and
he hauls it out of his jeans. His cock reminds me of a thick salami sausage
as it stretches out from his body, seeming to defy gravity. It makes my
four inches seem puny.

"Feel it..." he urges. I reach out carefully and touch just the end of
it. It's getting hard, slightly rubbery, and hot. I snatch my hand back
guiltily. It's so more intimidating than my own pale, pink column. Will I
really be like that one day?

Danny is laughing softly. "Here..." he urges, taking my hand in his. "You
hold it like this." He curls my hand around his cock, then begins moving my
hand slowly up and down his shaft. It feels alive, the way it pulses and
throbs under my fingers. The skin is smooth and soft, radiating a fierce
heat. It swells at my touch, growing harder and hotter by the minute.

Danny isn't laughing anymore; instead, his eyes are closed in concentration
and his jaws are clenched. I touch something slippery and look down in
confusion. Beads of clear liquid are seeping slowly out of the slit. Danny
moans softly, then opens his eyes and stares piercingly at me.

"Do you like that?" he asks gently. I hesitate a moment, unsure, then nod
slowly. "Would you like to try something else, something that would really
make me happy?" I nod again, slower this time. He takes out the magazine
again and flips purposefully through the pages. "Here," he says, extending
a picture toward me. "Think you could do that?"

I look at the picture in bewilderment. It shows a teenager sitting on the
edge of a bed, and a guy kneeling on the floor between his legs. They are
both naked, and he seems to have his...thing...in the boy's mouth. My
stomach lurches uncomfortably at the idea, but Danny is staring expectantly
at me. I don't want him to think of me as just a baby! Defiantly, I say,
"Sure, I could try - But you'll hafta tell me what to do..." From the grin
that spreads slowly across his face, I know I've said what he wanted to
hear. His smile causes a warm, bubbly feeling to creep through my groin,
stomach and chest.

"Here..." he whispers, gripping my shoulders gently. He pushes me slowly
down to my knees, so that his erect cock bobs directly in front of my
face. It bounces off the end of my nose a couple times. I'm trying hard not
to giggle. "Now, open your mouth..." I do as he instructs, and he slowly
eases himself into my mouth. The liquid at the tip is warm and salty, not
at all unpleasant to taste, though I'm not so sure I like its slimy
consistency. He feels bigger than he did when I held him in my
hand. Hotter, too. I feel like I'll choke in another minute, but I'm trying
not to. I don't think Danny would like that. "Close your lips round it, and
suck gently..." he instructs.

Hesitantly, I do as he says. He begins moving slowly in and out of my
mouth, sliding over my lips and tongue. At first, I just kneel there. Then,
as I gain courage, I begin exploring his hot shaft with my tongue. He
groans. Encouraged, I begin flickering my tongue over the smooth head,
feathering it along the sensitive underside of the shaft, and even darting
the tip of my tongue into the hole at the end. I am taking my cues from
Danny; whatever he seems to like, I repeat or explore further. He's
breathing hard now, and I can feel him pulsing gently. The salty fluid
begins to flow more rapidly, first one drop and then another.

Suddenly, he wraps both hands tightly in my hair. I gasp at the brief pain,
then forget it as he thrusts firmly into my mouth and holds me there,
pressed tightly against his groin. He is all the way inside my mouth, his
curly, dark pubic hair tickling my nose and lips, and the head of his cock
rubbing the back of my throat. A hot throbbing begins, and I feel it all
along my tongue and the insides of my cheeks and on my lips.

He's jerking my head back and forwards now, so his cock pushes deep inside
my mouth, hits the back of my thrat, draws back to the head, then pushes
halfway in again. I'd like to take him in all the way, but as the shaft
bends into my throat, I've to gag and push him away again. Danny finds a
nice, easy rhythm, and it becomes a pleasure to feel his thick, sweaty
shaft sliding in and out of me. I become less passive; sometimes I squeeze
hard with my lips, other times I let it slip in and out easily.

My hands seemed wasted, so with one I squeeze his left buttock, with the
right I cup his balls and squeeze them, too. I'm pulling him onto me,
pulling him into me. I seem to be doing something right; Danny's breath is
coming in gasps, like he's been swimming underwater too long and has to
come up for air.

Spurts of warm liquid spurt from him into my mouth and throat. The jets are
thick and salty and have a familiar smell that I can't quite place. But
they smell of sex; all around me everything smells of sex. My eyes are
watering terribly, and I begin to choke. Will it ever end? Finally the
throbbing dies down. A few erratic spasms shake him, and then he is
still. He draws a deep, ragged breath and I realize he has been holding his
breath for a while. With a deep sigh, he withdraws himself from my mouth
and draws the end of his semi-hard cock along my cheeks as if he is
cleaning himself. I don't mind. I quite like it. It seems part of the act
itself.

Then I turn away and spit out the liquid that remains in my mouth. It forms
a small, slimy puddle that is quickly absorbed by the dusty hay. I'm not
stupid. I know what it is. It's strange to think there's millions of sperm
down there, and down my throat, in my boy belly, all swimming around
blindly looking for something they'll never reach. Is that what boys like
us do - swim around blindly, thrashing our little tails, looking for the
way to fulfil our destiny? Shut the fuck up! That's me to me. I've always
suffered from babbling inside my own head.

"Profound!" Danny sighs. I nod shakily, not altogether certain that I
agree. It was different, yes, and even a little exciting, but I'm not sure
I'd care to try it again right away. At least he'd enjoyed it,
though. Maybe now he'd see me as a real guy, rather than just a pesky kid.

My own cock is so hard it hurts. I look down and see the bulge tenting my
shorts. Danny's eyes follow mine. He eases me backwards until I tumble in
the hay. Then he follows, lying along side me as, looking into my eyes, he
undoes the buttons of my jeans and slips them off, disposing of my socks
and trainers as he goes.

"Mmmm," he murmurs, "you sure ain't a little kid anymore." I blush with
pleasure, then blush even more as his lips graze my throat, my chest, my
nipples, my tummy - and yes, yes, he slips the head of my cock into his
mouth easing back my foreskin with his lips. I'm already wet and slippery
down there with sweat and what I learn is pre-cum. He takes my whole length
into is mouth, his head bobbing up and down on my erection. I stiffen for a
moment as I feel the fingers of his hand reach into my crack. What must be
his middle finger strokes my dirtiest bit, but it doesn't seem dirty and I
relax as he whispers in my ear, "Relax, baby, take it easy."

The sucking, the stroking, the probing goes on and on making my cock ache,
my stomach flutter, the perspiration stand out on my forehead and
chest. I'm going to explode and implode at the same time.... then Danny
takes his mouth away and sits up. I'm sick with disappointment till he puts
his arm around me and whispers, "'S'okay, I'm going to finish you off. I
wouldn't leave a guy strung out like that." I'm thrilled to hear him call
me a guy, that makes us sort of equals. "But c'mere," he continues I want
to show you something. He stands and pulls me up by the hand. It's funny us
standing there, me with a hard-on and Danny's big cock hanging between his
legs.

Outside, the bull is still grunting and pumping away. We creep over to the
window to watch. After a moment, I feel Danny's arm slide around my
shoulders. "Looks like they're having fun, doesn't it?" he whispers. I
shrug noncommittally. "Like to try it?" he asks. I turn and look at him in
shock.

"What, just like that?" I gasp, incredulous.

"No, silly, of course not!" he replies teasingly. "People do it a lot
differently. You'll like it. Come on..." he urges.

"Well... okay..." I agree. I'm not really sure I'll like it, but Danny
wants to and I do enjoy making him happy. He beams at me, and I know again
I've said the right thing. I turn to face him and am surprised to see he
has removed his shirt and shoes, and is completely naked. Not only that,
but his cock is again pointing straight out from his body. It bounces
comically as he walks.

He's beautiful. That's not a word I often use, but I can't think of any
other word that will do. Danny is beautiful. He's got a deep chest, narrow
waist, strong hips bones, a tight little bum, masses of hair below his
belly button, and big cock and a scrotum that actually swings between his
legs. He's tanned all over, I mean all over. I make a mental note to ask
how he managed that - tanned all over.

He runs his fingers lightly up my leg, tangling them among the wispy curls,
then runs them along my erection. Tiny electric shocks surge through me,
weakening my knees and almost causing me to collapse. Danny notices and
guides me over to a bale of hay near the window. The hay prickles a bit on
my bare bottom, but I don't care right now. Danny's fingers have continued
their lazy exploration of my private regions, slipping between my buttocks
and even probing at my naughty hole.

Pressure on my shoulders indicates I should kneel, get on all fours
actually, which means I've to sling myself over the bale of hay so my bum
is high in the air. I can lean my arms and elbows on the wide window sill
and look out over the farm. It's such a perfect day.... problems all left
alone, weekenders on our own, having fun. Where did that come from? I pray
Danny's not a member of the Four-F Club: Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em and
forget 'em. I heard that at school last term. Neat, or what?

>From where I am, I can see Morgan is taking a lively interest in Maggie,
sniffing at her rear and raising his front legs; he means business. With a
shock, I see the bull's cock has hardened, lengthened to enormous size. How
is he going to get something like that inside the cow's fuck hole!

His hands are firm against my shoulders as he adjusts my body to make it
more comfortable for both of us. The hay is soft and deep here, though it
tickles slightly. It makes a fine nest for us.

Danny slowly runs his hands down my body, leaving tiny trails of goosebumps
behind. I'm breathing as hard as he is now, and I know I want something
-I'm not sure exactly what - very badly. There is a deep, sweet ache inside
me,a void yearning to be filled, and I know somehow Danny will be able to
fill it.

At last his hands reach my thighs, and very gently he draws them apart. He
kneels between my legs for a moment, then stretches out on top of me. For a
moment his weight forces the breath from my body, but then I become
accustomed to it and he no longer seems heavy. His hands fumble between my
legs.

At first I am perplexed, but then I realize his intent as I feel the head
of his cock, hard and hot, pressing against the entrance to my bottom.. It
seems so big! There is no way it could fit, but still he presses against
me. He withdraws one hand and I turn to see some slippery fluid glistening
on his fingertips. It is thick and slimy and I realise it's the goo my dad
puts on a cow's private parts before Morgan does the business!

I feel Danny smooth it between my buttocks, over my hole and then with a
couple of fingers push a gob inside me. I jump with pain, but as he holds
his fingers there, I relax and let his fingers do the walking. He uses two
fingers to make circles round the inside of my lips, the bum lips, I
mean. It's dirty, I know, but there's something really exciting about the
whole thing. For a moment, I want to go 'Moo!' very loudly, but this is
serious business so I stifle the sound and the thought. Still, I can't keep
it completely at bay: Danny the Big Bad Bull is about to fuck Frankie the
silly little Heifer!

He grips my thighs tightly, spreading them further apart, and positions
himself over me. He is now centred on my tiny hole, pressing firmly against
me. I'm glad I've used Lee/Elwyn's dildo quite a bit that summer; otherwise
it would be impossibe.

It hurts like hell, but with the promise of pleasure to come. I press back
against him, anxious to feel him inside me. Slowly, he begins to slide into
me. I whimper softly. It feels as if I'm being ripped apart. I want him to
stop, to withdraw, yet paradoxically, I want him to continue. The pain
grows sharper, and it seems I can feel delicate tissues tearing as he
forces his way into me, but I match him push for shove.

Suddenly there is a wave of greater pain, and then he slides easily in as
if whatever had blocked him had been torn away. Now he pulls back, nearly
withdrawing completely from my body. I moan weakly, not wanting him to
leave me. In answer, he drives easily into me again. This time there is no
obstacle, and he buries himself to the hilt.

Again and again he lunges into me. I raise my hips to match his thrusts,
reacting to the same primitive instincts I've observed so many times in the
livestock. A fierce pressure seems to be building up inside me, until I
feel as if I'll burst. Another thrust, and I can scarcely contain
it. Another, and I am shoved over the brink. Every muscle in my body
convulses. My toes clench and my thighs twitch wildly.

I'm looking out of the window, sometimes eyes open, sometimes eyes clenched
shut. Danny's hand is below me, jerking at my erection. I've never felt my
cock so hard in my life. I know I'm going to spurt the hot gooey cum for
the first time in my life. My eyes open. It's blurry, but I can pick out
Morgan and Maggie. The bull's humping the fuck out of her now. That's the
phrase that springs to my mind: humping the fuck... Danny's humping the
fuck out of Frankie!

My gaze wanders across the field. Shit!

On the other side of the field, I see mum and dad! They must be out for a
stroll. Mum raises her hand. She is giving me a wave. Dad joins in. It must
be fucking weird for them to see their beloved son's head popped over a
window sill on the upper floor of a barn on a hot sunny afternoon. I grin
weakly, wave, then jerk as Danny stabs into me again and again. mum and Dad
are heading this way! No! mum's a bit squeamish; the sight of Morgan
humping the fuck out of Maggie's a bit much for her. I wonder what - uh!
-her reaction - uh! - would be -uh! - if she saw - uh! - Danny - uh! uh!
-humping the fuck out of her boy!

I can feel my inner muscles contract fiercely around Danny's cock, gripping
it tightly with almost the same movement I use to milk the cows. And it
seems to have a similar result on him, because he plunges deep into me and
holds himself there, throbbing wildly as his juices spurt into me.

No sooner has Danny finished than he pulls out and grabs me. He turns me
round and bends my body backwards over the bale. I'm helpless. My groin is
on the centre of the bale, my cock sticking straight up. Almost in the same
movement, Danny kneels and sucks me straight in, to the bottom of my
shaft. I I feel his lips on my pubes. He's sucking hard and fast. It only
takes seconds, then I'm spurting and squirting my stuff into him. It's
shattering, just shattering!

In the distance we hear a voice: Danny's mum: "Danny! Frankie! Time for
tea!" We jump guiltily, grabbing frantically for our clothes.

"We'll be right there!" I shout back in the general direction of the
house. Hastily, we brush the dust and hay from our hair and sweaty bodies,
then dress.

Danny pauses to give me a quick kiss, then we scamper down the ladder. As
we leave the barn, Danny whispers we can come back this evening. He puts
his arm over my shoulder as we wander out of the barn. I can feel his cum
squelching in my bum. I tug his sleeve.

"What?"

"When we come back this evening, Danny, it's my turn to be the bull."

He grins at me: "Sure 'nuff, kiddo, sure 'nuff." Then he pauses, stops and
looks at me. "Done much riding this summer, Frankie," he asks.

"Naw, nobody seems to have time for me."

"I've," says Danny. "All the time in the world. You're having your first
lesson after tea. We'll go riding to Donnelly's Farm. Maybe cadge dinner
over there. What do you say?"

"Great," I say. "But what about the other stuff? You know, in the barn?"

"That can wait," says Danny. "We've got two more weeks left."

We turn and stroll on. As we go, Danny gives me a hug and whispers, "Elwyn
is right. You are one helluva sexy kid. And tell you something else, you're
a far better fuck than that little tyke."

4 - FLESH

Here's a story I wrote about myself when I was fourteen. Some of it's
fantasy, some of it's not. I suppose that's what writers' do: mix up fact
and fantasy in an effort to find the truth. At first it was weird writing
about myself in the third person, but gradually it became like watching a
movie, a movie in which I, Frankie O'Dowd, was the star - okay, a porno
star, but still a star.

Frankie O'Dowd stretched his lush young body voluptuously and yawned with
pleasure. As his muscles tensed, the short pyjamas he wore hiked up until
the bottom edge just barely covered his softly-rounded buttocks and upper
thighs, accentuating rather than concealing his lovely long legs and tight
buttocks. His flesh was tanned a deep golden colour by the hot rays of the
August sun.

Frankie was a beautiful boy by any standards. At fourteen years of age he'd
the face and figure of a young teenager, with none of the awkwardness of
adolescence. His patrician features were set off by large brown eyes,
perfect white teeth, and thick, longish blond hair. The lovely young boy
stood by the side of the disordered bed from which he'd just arisen and
looked around the luxurious room.

Everything was done in the best of good taste, from the costly furniture
itself to the thick rugs, brocade drapes, and original oil paintings on the
walls. The house whispered money, and an owner who would not hesitate to go
to any lengths to assure an almost sybaritic comfort for himself and
guests.

As he strode from the bedroom into the huge expanse of the redwood panelled
front room, Frankie blushed as he remembered his first reaction to Jay's
suggestion the two of them might spend a few weeks at his divorced father's
"little cabin at Lake Windermere."

Frankie knew Jay's parents were divorced; his father worked in television
for a major network. That was nothing out of the ordinary in London where
so many people worked in the entertainment industry. And many Londoners had
small cabins in the surrounding hills - places where they could escape for
a weekend, away from the bustle and motorway traffic.

Frankie had immediately pictured the "little cabin" as a cheaply-built
one-room affair, furnished with cast-off furniture and discarded linen and
crockery. He suspected there would be no telephone or television, and
almost certainly no interesting boys nearby to provide the excitement he
felt in need of. Frankie had almost said no to the idea, even if it meant
spending the long summer on the beaches of southern Spain, competing for a
small bit of sand and the attentions of the adolescent surfers.

Even that would be better than being isolated in some ramshackle cabin
nursing mosquito bites. It was one thing for Jay to want to be away from
boys and young guys for the summer. He had Danny, his sixteen year old
boyfriend who attended high school in Windsor, and a divorced mother who
let him do just about anything he wanted.

Frankie's own parents were too strict to allow him to spend time with
anyone older than himself. The only times he could feel free at all were
the days spent on the beach, away from their prying eyes and almost
fanatical protectiveness. Surprisingly, Frankie's parents (despite their
puritanical attitudes) had a great deal of misplaced respect for Jay's
mother. The boys had learned early Frankie's mother and father would
generally go along with almost anything if Jay's mother promised to
supervise them.

Not that she did, of course. She was much too busy with her own social life
to care what the boys did. She'd even promised to talk Frankie's parents
into the trip to Lake Windermere, telling them she would assure them she
would be along to chaperone. Her own plans for the summer were vague but
she told Jay and Frankie she'd drop by the cabin occasionally to see how
things were going. Frankie suspected she'd spending the time fucking her
brains out with some blond 'himbo' surfer, but he didn't begrudge her a
share of hot summer fun.

In the end, it was Jay's hints that Danny and one of his high school
friends would be coming up to the lake that finally persuaded Frankie to
say yes. Even though Danny belonged to his best friend, Frankie could not
resist the waves of pleasure that rushed through him every Danny was
nearby. Jay had only hinted at the things he and Danny had done, but
Frankie suspected it was more than just the usual backseat-in-the-minibus
fooling around.

As he pulled the short pyjamas over his lithe young body, Frankie examined
himself in the full-length mirror of the closet door. His long fingers
stroked his hips and thighs as his eyes ran down the creamy flesh, taking
in the curved chest, tipped by little pink rosebuds of nipples, the narrow
waist, tapering into long lovely legs. His gaze fixed automatically on the
patch of pubic hair that sat at the bottom of his tummy. It was all that he
could do to keep from gently intruding his fingers between the soft flesh
of his inner thighs, squeezing his semi-stiff cock, and feeling the warmth
spread through his pelvis in exquisite joy. His mother had so often warned
Frankie against touching himself there he half-believed she'd pop through
the door the second his fingers brushed his cock.

Beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead as he remembered the joy he
felt in stroking himself. How could such pleasure be wrong? He wondered
what it would be like to have Danny's powerful hand prying apart his legs,
jerking at his stiffie, and caressing his balls. The thought frightened him
a bit and he dropped his hands guiltily. Frankie pulled a pair of blue
Speedos from his hold-all and stepped into the swimsuit.

The swimsuit had been a last minute purchase before they'd fled London. His
mother and father would have collective heart failure if they saw him in
the skimpy little bit of silk. Quickly, he strode out of the bedroom and
into the kitchen for freshly-squeezed orange juice and toast. He ate
standing up at the kitchen counter. When he'd finished the last few crumbs,
Frankie brushed his teeth, then walked to the front door and opened it,
suddenly dazzled by the bright sunshine streaming in. His slim. elegant
body was framed between the cool darkness of the lodge and the brilliant
outdoors.

He saw the sparkling green waters of the lake a short distance from the
lodge. A long sandy beach ribboned its way between the lake and the rugged
pine forests all around.

Frankie had been surprised at how short a time it had taken them to reach
the lake from London. In just under two hours they were there, turning into
a small private road between huge pine trees, purring into a small clearing
and seeing the redwood lodge nestled among the trees. The chauffeur had
given them a cheery wave and sped on back to the traffic of the great
suburban sprawl of London.

This was no weekend cabin! It was a fucking mansion! Frankie immediately
had a new respect for Jay's divorced father. Standing in the doorway,
Frankie debated whether he should wait for Jay to return before going down
to the beach. His friend had arisen early and taken a pony to the county
seat to have the telephone turned on. Danny'd promised to call sometime
this evening and tell them when he'd be able to come up, perhaps bringing
his own beloved pony with him.

Frankie decided to go for a walk around the lake while he waited for
Jay. Retracing his steps to the bedroom, he put on a pair of sandals and
packed the straw beach-bag with suntan oil, a paperback novel, sunglasses,
and a large beach towel, and a handy box of tissues.

Walking down to the beach, Frankie marvelled at his good fortune in being
here with Jay. All of his previous doubts and apprehensions were gone,
replaced by a delicious excitement at the idea of Danny and his friend
joining them soon. He felt years older than he was, a mixture of elation at
being on his own, and yet a tinge of fear at what the summer might
bring. All of the mysterious processes that turned a teenager into a real
man were at work within him, he knew, and Frankie desperately wanted to
sample the delights of manhood.

His long legs carried him to the waters edge quickly. He stood there trying
to decide which way to go. His eyes wandered around the shoreline until
they rested on a large granite outcropping a few hundred yards to his
left. It looked like the prow of a ship, thrusting against the green waters
that lapped lazily at it.

He kicked off his sandals and started to walk toward it, the hot sand
burning the tender soles of his surprisingly large feet. The water, ruffled
by a light breeze, rippled in the sunlight.

As he drew near the huge granite rock, Frankie spotted a partially
concealed cove. His feet began to move faster now, anxious to see what lay
beyond. Suddenly, he was there. His eyes drank in the lovely scenery. A
perfect spot for sunbathing au naturel! The pine forest was thick and
almost inaccessible; anyone approaching from the beach could certainly be
heard. He felt like an explorer discovering an unclaimed piece of land; the
whole idea of having a private place was thrilling. He might as well have
been standing on a peak in Darien.

The water was still and a darker shade of green than the rest of the
lake. Frankie spread the towel on the hot sand and took the bottle of
suntan lotion from the beach-bag. His fingers worked expertly, spreading
the dark liquid onto his firm flesh, then gently massaging it in. A strange
feeling of pleasure ran through him as his hands covered the soft flesh of
his inner-thighs and stomach.

He stretched his beautiful body out on the towel, face up, already feeling
a warm glow on his skin from the hot rays of the sun. His legs were spread
slightly and the little piece of satin that covered his pelvic area bulged
as it traced the length of his prick the curve of his scrotal sac and
balls. It felt so good to be lying here, he thought to himself, not a care
in the world, no surfers kicking sand on him as they played out their
stupid mind games on the beach. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts,
just to lie here on the warm sand and try to anticipate what Danny's friend
would be like.

Frankie turned onto his back, and let his hands caress the growing bulge in
his Speedos. He imagined what Jay and Danny might do in the back of Danny's
convertible. He took Jay's place and imagined Danny's lips on his body,
sliding down from his nipples, across his chest, teasing at his little bush
of hair, then slipping his hot length into his mouth. Frankie knew pretty
soon he'd have to push down his Speedos, and play the part of Danny's hands
himself. He squeezed at his erection, and let two fingers of the other hand
slide under the tight fabric of his swimsuit, insinuating a fingertip into
his hole that burned like the hot sun over head.

"Jesus Christ! Are my eyes deceiving me? Are you really there?"

Frankie's eyes flew open. He struggled to sit up, startled and frightened
by the deep male voice that seemed to come from nowhere. He shivered as his
eyes focused on the figure of the man standing above him. The man was in
his late twenties, Frankie guessed, dressed only in a pair of faded khaki
pants rolled up to his knees. He was carrying his shirt and trainers in one
hand.

Despite his fear Frankie couldn't help noticing how handsome the man
was. His dark hair was uncombed, flopping in a fringe over his forehead,
hanging shoulder-length at the back The man was smiling at him from big
brown eyes that had longer lashes than Frankie'd ever seen on a guy
before. He had a strong nose, full lips, and a chin that removed any sign
of prettiness from his face, leaving a strong maculine attractiveness that
made Frankie shiver again. Frankie'e eyes ran over the khaki shorts,
lingering on the bulge that tented the crotch area.

"I've been coming here for years but I've never found anything like you
before," the man said in his deep voice, a smile playing across his
lips. "This must be my lucky day!"

"W--who are you?" was the only thing Frankie could stammer out.

The man's shadow fell across his legs, darkening the flesh. He could feel
the stranger's grey-blue eyes drinking in the sight of his almost naked
body. Despite his fear, the unwavering gaze excited him.

"Never mind who I am, sweetheart! The question is what I'm going to do with
you." The guy's voice was soft and gave no hint of violence. Frankie lay
hypnotised by his easy manner. The intruder came closer and knelt down on
the blanket. For an instant, Frankie thought about running, but something
in the man's manner made him hold back. The man ran his finger nails across
the boy's chest. Frankie tensed, then blushed, as he felt himself stuffen
and harden under the thin silk of his costume.

"Take off that swimsuit so I can get a good look at you." the man said
matter-of-factly, his hands reaching for the boy. There was no mistaking
his intentions now. The blond-haired boy, eyes wide, drew in his breath
sharply as hands went around his narrow waist, thumbs pressing his hip
bones, holding him tightly.

"Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me," Frankie pleaded, his voice strained
and quivering. Maybe the guy was crazy, a maniac loose from some
institution. He dared not cry out for fear in case man went berserk and
strangled him. Besides, he realized, there was no one close enough to hear
or help his. Frankie stifled his panic, deciding it would be best not to do
anything that would provoke him.

"Baby, take that thing off or I'll do it myself!" the blond-haired man
said, his voice hardening, his grey-blue eyes staring straight into the
boy's. One of his hands released Frankie's waist and poised menacingly over
the small patch of silk that covered his groin.

"Take them off!" the man ordered again, sternly this time.

The man reached out to brush his fingers lovingly over Frankie's chest. The
sudden attention to his starfish nipples made them grow hard with
involuntary excitement as they sprang out into the cooler air. The boy
tried to resist the excitement growing in his crotch as he followed the
path of the sun-tanned hand, fingers trailing lewdly across his glistening
skin.

"Never be ashamed of your own nakedness, sweetheart. You have beautiful
skin," the man said soothingly. The sensation of the man's touch was
echoing through the boy's body. Frankie felt goose-bumps on his arms in
answer to the pleasure and fear he felt, and it seemed as if his nerves
moved closer to the surface of his skin.

Suddenly, the well-built stranger moved forward and his mouth opened and
drew in one of the boy's hard little nipples.

"Ooooohhhh!" Frankie exclaimed, unable to disguise the exquisite pleasure
the man's sucking mouth was giving him. As the moist lips closed around his
sensitive nipple, a liquid warmth seemed to envelop him. For the moment at
least, his fears were forgotten as he experienced the most exciting
feelings he could ever remember. The helpless teenager was not at all sure
what was happening to him but despite his fears, he wanted it to continue.

Some primal instinct within Frankie whispered soothingly this might be the
most important encounter of his young life. The helpless blond-haired boy
had no control of the situation at all; it was out of his hands entirely,
he rationalized, and therefore he was doing nothing wrong. Even his parents
could see the logic in that.

Frankie looked down at the tight pants the man was wearing gasped
involuntarily as he saw the bulging outline of an erect cock straining
against the fabric. His fear returned as he tried to imagine how it would
feel to have a massive cock forcing its way into his innocent young bumhole
Frankie tried to press his buttocks into the towel-covered sand to prevent
the man from removing his swimsuit.

Without taking his mouth from the boy's nipple, the man forced him back
until he was lying flat on the towel, then easily slid his hand under the
tightly rounded shape of the firm, youthful buttocks. The inwardly-thrilled
boy knew he didn't have the strength to resist those strong hands as he
felt relentless fingers digging under the elastic band of the material to
pull it roughly down his hips. The tight swimsuit was suddenly pulled clear
of his buttocks, and Frankie felt the warm air wash over the nakedly
exposed area of his loins as the determined man worked with quick deft
movements to slide the protecting cloth down to his ankles.

He'd pushed the suit down as far as he could reach without taking his mouth
from the nipple, and Frankie raised his head to see the shiny blue fabric
bunched at his feet. He'd only to flip his foot to completely rid his body
of any entanglements. He lay back trembling, trying to comprehend the
frightening sensation of being totally naked before a complete stranger!

It was only at that moment he fully realized what was going to occur, but
the sensations from the nerve ends of his nipples and his straining
erection sent his mind whirling with indescribably passion. Frankie felt a
searching hand began to run up between the sensitive skin of his inner
thighs, and he groaned with his mouth half-open, when he realised he had
submissively spread his legs out wide.

Like a blind man reading Braille, the blond-haired stranger traced the form
and shape of Frankie's stiff cock with the tips of his fingers. The silky
smoothness of the boy's pubic hair was like an invitation to the man's
searching lips and mouth. Frankie felt strong fingers caress his cock from
head to root. His cock ached beneath the stroking fingers.

Feeling a sensation like an electric shock dash through his body when the
man's fingers began jerking him gently, Frankie had second thoughts about
what he was so passively allowing to happen. Despite his determination to
remain coldly passive, his entire body was becoming lewdly aroused by the
steady massaging of his genitals. Moisture now forming across the exposed
head of his cock. His body was betraying him!

The feeling was different and somehow more exciting than the pleasures he'd
obtained when his own fingers caressed his excited erection in the past. It
was as if the helpless boy had never been touched there before, and he was
completely shaken by the idea of what he knew was about to happen. This guy
was going to rape him, fuck his young bumhole with a flesh-and-blood cock
that would squirt out hot male cum into his bum! He was naked and
completely helpless to his demands--there was absolutely nothing he could
do to stop him--and somehow that fact brought a forbidden titillation to
his body and mind.

It didn't matter anymore that the salacious stranger was going to rape
him. All that really mattered was that he was going to have a hard hot cock
fucking into his hot little anus, and he was helpless to prevent it. He
found himself thinking it was all right as long as that cock belonged to a
stranger and no one else would know.

The man got onto his feet. He stared down at the helplessly naked boy lying
spread-eagled on the towel, seeing clearly that he was aroused and
squirming with passion. He pulled off his khaki trousers, kicking them away
from his legs as they fell. His hugely rampant cock leaped out fully erect
as his shorts followed the pants. The iron-hard shaft jerked several times
as he stared at the young lad's exposed and vulnerable sex. The dark pubic
hair was short and soft, and there were tiny drops of fluid clinging to the
the glazed head of his cock.

The boy was lying perfectly still, paralyzed by his conflicting emotions,
his eyes were fixed hypnotically on the man's hard, throbbing cock. Frankie
had to squint against the bright glare of the sun reflecting on the water,
but he didn't take his eyes off the thrillingly obscene sight of the man's
thick cock. He'd never really seen an erection that big before. The
stranger's throbbing cock was like a thick broom handle and the enormous
size of it made the shudder with a mixture of fear and lust. He hadn't
realized a cock could be so big - except perhaps Danny's pony - and he
couldn't tear his eyes away from it. The rubber-like flesh of the purple
head was thick and throbbing, he could see drops of seminal fluid wetly
glistening at the dilated slit at the tip.

"Is that his cum?" the boy wondered. "Maybe if he cums, he won't want
to. . . to rape me . . . to stick that enormous thing up inside me." It
frightened him to think of this huge rod of flesh pushing up inside his
tight little bumhole, and he started trembling visibly from the
thought. The blunt-headed shaft looked as though it would split his whole
bum and belly open and the thought terrified him. All he had to do, the
apprehensive teenager decided, was just to reach up and touch his
ferocious-looking cock, to put his hand around it . . . to make it
cum. Then the guy wouldn't be able to force that huge shaft up into him
. . . He couldn't rape him then, could he? But . . . but, if he didn't
shove his cock up inside him...

"Please don't hurt me!" he pleaded softly, and the blond-haired man
standing above his responded with a lewdly calculating grin. "You really
want to be fucked, don't you?" the older man grinned salaciously. Frankie
tried to shake his head: "No! I don't want to be . . . to be
... fucked. . . not here! Not like this . . . not . . . not by that
enormous wang!" he thought.

"Don't worry, I'll do it to you easy," the blond-haired man replied, and he
moved down between the boy's legs, pushing them apart so that his innocent
puckered rosebud was completely open to his gaze. Frankie was embarrassed
by the man's lusting gaze. He knew he was looking directly up into his open
crack, something that no one else had ever done. He wanted to close his
legs together but the man was now kneeling down between them. At home,
Frankie often lay on his back on his bed, legs up over his head, a
magnifying mirror angled at the bottom of his bed so that he could inspect
his little rosebud. At times, he's tried to pull his anus as wide open as
he could to see inside himself, but it was still far too tight for such
pleasures.

The blond-haired boy glanced up at the huge fleshy column that stood
straight out from the man's loins, then he looked up at his face. As he
leaned down toward his belly, the man closed his eyes and clenched his
teeth tightly together while his lips made contact with the pale skin just
above his pubic area. Frankie kept thinking of that giant cock as he felt
the man's tongue running wetly across his belly and down towards the tip of
his straining cock.

Suddenly the guy was lifting his lower half, slinging Frankie's open legs
over his shoulders, and pushing his head into the boy's crack. Frankie
gasped and fell back. He'd never felt so exposed and vulnerable in all his
fourteen years. Then he felt something he'd never even imagined could
happen; the man was kissing his crack, sliding his tongue along the smooth
flesh, the tip of his tongue pressing against his hole... and then.. O God
then... the man was kissing, really kissing his ring, his shot-hole... and
it felt... Great!

Frankie didn't know if he wanted to remain silent. He was afraid the man
would stop kissing his bumhole if he cried out with the pleasure of it. But
as the mouth pressed farther into the tender flesh of his virgin bumhole,
the boy let out a deep, uncontrollable moan from within his gently heaving
chest. He tried to repress the cry as he didn't want anything to stop this
forbidden sexual pleasure the man was giving him. His mind was completely
absorbed by the lewd, awakening tingles that poured over his sensitized
body, and the moistly heated tongue licking over, around and into his hot
little hole.

The helplessly writhing boy felt the nipping teeth on the pulsing little
ring of flesh; then the man lewdly sucked it inside his warm lips to nibble
on it lasciviously. Suddenly his tongue was like a snake of hot flesh as he
unravelled it to tremendous length, driving it wetly up inside the tight
little passage of the boy's anus. Sparkling ripples of pleasure washed over
his naked body as the man's tongue plowed into the moist walls of his
burning rectum.

"OOOOOOooooohhhh!" Frankie moaned in emphasis to the pleasure the tongue
was giving him. The crashing bolt that flared up through his belly forced
the air out of his lungs, and the rippling sensation that echoed back down
to his bumhole made the flame grown brighter as the tongue worked furiously
up inside his bumhole. Frankie was enmeshed in the pleasure it was giving
him, and he voluntarily moved his legs wider to give the hot tongue greater
access to his hungry hole.

The obscenely skewering tongue plunged in and out of his virgin bumhole as
the relentlessly devouring mouth beat a maddening rhythm over his whole
exposed rectal area, and the frantically aroused teenager began to grind
his buttocks down into the sand beneath the towel in time to the worming
tongue.

The fourteen year old boy didn't want him to stop now. Oh, this was so much
more exciting than his own cock could ever be! He reached down and took the
man's head in his hand, and, locking his fingers into the strands of hair,
the passionately writhing boy held him tightly against his crack as his
tongue darted in and out of his passion-filled hole. Oh God, it was
wonderful, and Frankie thought he'd been such a fool not to have allowed
this to happen to him before now.

His whole belly was jerking from the pleasure of his tongue, and he pushed
his hips up against his face to get him deeper up inside his. But suddenly
the man reached out to pull his arms from his head, and he raised his mouth
from the boy's sodden hole. Frankie opened his eyes, gasping, "Oh, no!
Don't stop!" The frantically writhing boy saw the man staring down at his
moistly glistening bumhole. He arched his hips up in naked invitation, and
the determined man began pushing his legs up and back until his whole
rectal region was open to the warm air.

The man moved quickly up between the boy's legs until his lust-swollen cock
was pointing directly at the place where his tongue had been a moment
before. Frankie had to raise his head up to see what the rapacious stranger
was doing, and his eyes opened wide when he saw his huge cock hovering like
a sacrificial knife over his wide-spread crack. The purplish-red
mushroom-shaped cock-head appeared even bigger than before, and the
trembling boy gasped out in terrified anguish.

"It's too big! Oh no! God, no! It'll rip me apart! Please don't . . ." he
cried, frantic tears springing to his soft brown eyes. The stranger's naked
cock was like a blunt sword of steaming fire made ready to plunge down into
the depths of his belly, and the swollen purple tip seemed to be throbbing
as little drops of seminal fluid oozed over the rubbery head from the
narrow slit. The man acted as if he hadn't heard a word the boy said.

Paying no attention to the sobbing protests, he moved even closer,
spreading Frankie's legs out wider. The thickly-smooth cock slowly made
contact with the boy's ring, the man still half-kneeling between his pale
thighs. He began to thrust his hips back and forth, stroking the exposed
bumhole with the hard flesh of his lust-engorged cock. Frankie couldn't
take his eyes off the swollen purple shaft as it slid between the cheeks of
his bottom.

With a pitiful sob of despair, he realized he was being forced into
submission by the brute strength of this relentlessly lascivious man, and
if he had no choice but to do exactly as he said--even if he ripped him
apart with his obscenely throbbing cock.

"Say it! Say you want me to do it," the grinning stranger teased again in a
suddenly gruff voice. He was holding perfectly still over the boy's body as
though waiting for his final signal of conscious submission. He had no
choice, the helplessly spread-eagled teenager decided. What did it matter,
anyway? Whether he wanted him to or not, he was going to rip him apart. Oh,
God! he thought. I don't care! Just get it over with.

"Fuck me!" he groaned, "Yeh, fuck my ass with your big cock!"

"You put me in," whispered the man. "Go on, take my cock and put it inside
you. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Then the blond-haired man leaned forward over the boy's body, placing his
hands into the hot sand on either side of his shoulders. Frankie hesitated
to take his pulsating cock in his hand, but when he looked down into his
eyes with a lewdly cruel grin on his face, he gave in, and the helpless
teenager reached down between their bodies to grasp the swollen rod. It was
the first time he'd ever touched another cock, and as he wrapped his
fingers submissively around the throbbing column of flesh, he could feel
the blood swirling angrily in the warm shaft.

"Put it in!" the man commanded, and Frankie winced at the urgent tone in
his voice. He held the stiff column in his hand, curiously moving it back
and forth, and feeling the hot rubbery tip gently parting the fleshy lips
around the opening of his shit chute. He held his breath as the spongy
bulbous head forced its way slightly inside his moistly-trembling
bumhole. And he gasped at the sudden surge of pain shooting through his
defenceless body.

"AAAAWWWWHHH!" Frankie screamed as the rapacious stranger pushed forward
with his hips in an attempt to drive his cock up inside the restricting
rectal passage. The boy thought he was splitting in half, and the degree of
pain surprised him in spite of his earlier fears. The man didn't pull back
when he cried out, but instead pushed forward harder, the long blunt end of
his tormenting cock seeming to grow bigger and hotter. The pain in
Frankie's loins increased with his added force; then suddenly he thought
his whole body all the way up to his nipples was being ripped apart as the
thick purple cock-head sank wetly between his legs and disappeared inside
the elastic flesh at the opening of his bowels.

"OOOOOHHHH!" The helplessly-writhing virgin screamed in agony as increased
pain seared his body with an insistent force while the massive cock
strained to push itself all the way deep up inside him. But his cries for
mercy went unheeded as the huge rod buried itself ever more deeply up
within his belly, adding more pain to his already spinning brain. All he
could think about was stopping the pain in his innocent young bumhole, and
he struggled beneath the cruel man's strong body in a desperate attempt to
get away from his forceful entry. He squirmed his buttocks vainly down
against the towel, spreading the sand beneath it as if to dig his way out,
but the determined man held him tightly, making his efforts useless.

Frankie's eyes were wide open and gazing with sobbing disbelief down
between his widespread legs. The man's hips were pressed tightly against
the young boy's buttocks. He was sweating from the effort, his balls
swirling with stored-up sperm that was throbbing for release.

"OOOOoooohh! Oooohh!" Frankie moaned as the man flexed his cock inside the
depths of his burning rectum. He knew he'd been skewered like a lamb for
roasting over an open pit, and the throbbing instrument in his bumhole made
the pain pulsate to his brain. His eyes were closed against the possibility
of further pain, and he fully expected it to continue the moment the man
moved, but the man kept still as if waiting for the boy's brutally-invaded
bumhole to adjust to his huge size.

The lewdly panting man flexed his rampantly throbbing cock once again, but
this time Frankie didn't feel the pain he'd expected. Gradually, the pain
was being replaced by sensations of pleasure--small tingles at first, then
building within his trembling bumhole more and more. His rosy nipples
tipping his strong little chest were hard and erect, and they responded
throbbingly to the sensation of the man's chest brushing against them. His
breath was warm, coming smoothly from his open mouth across the sensitive
nerves in the boy's neck.

The huge cock was plunged all the way up inside his bumhole, and Frankie
realized the pain of his entry would not again return. He was now going to
get fucked, and the hardest part of his first time was over.

"Oooohhhh! God! Yessss!" Frankie hissed between his tightly clenched teeth
as the man slowly rolled his hips into the softness of his widespread
buttocks. Frankie had his legs splayed out wide, and now he snaked them up
around the man's hips to lock him securely into his bumhole. His belly
jerked again and again as if the guy's cock might burst through like the
little creature in 'Alien'. Frankie laughed to himself.

"Ooooohhh! Oooooh!" Frankie moaned, trying to screw his bumhole back up
onto the long rod of flesh. He was completely absorbed by the idea of this
older man, a complete stranger whose name he didn't even know, fucking him,
and he wanted desperately for him to get on with it. The man saw how
excited the young boy was, and he deliberately drove his anxious cock back
inside his tight passage with slow sureness. The blunt tip of his cock
seemed to part the moist walls of his rectum like a knife sinking into soft
warm butter, and the bumhole closed tightly around the thick column like a
hot glove, the nerves in the walls transmitting every shape and part to his
brain. It was as if he were balancing on the edge of a cliff, clinging
hungrily to every movement of the long slow down-stroke, and the sensations
he felt were ultimate pleasure compared to his first painful entry.

The thick rubbery head finally reached the depths of his rectum, and
Frankie felt the twin sacs of the man's balls slap lightly against his
naked buttocks as if to signal the end of his slow drive. It felt too good
to be real, and Frankie spread his legs out as widely as he could to suck
every bit of pleasure out of his next plunge. The panting man held his
iron-hard cock motionless in his steaming bumhole for a moment, but then he
again withdrew it from the depths of his hungry hole. The boy's bumhole was
like liquid fire, and he again pushed forward, farther than before, his
balls slapping into the crevice of his widespread buttocks with a loud
smacking sound.

The lust-driven man began to hammer his burgeoning cock in and out of the
sensitive passage with ever-increasing ferocity, and the motion of his
rock-hard column sent ripples of shattering pleasure flashing with growing
intensity to every part of his aroused young body. Frankie took up the
rhythm with him, arching his hips up as he drove in on the down-stroke, and
then pulling back as he withdrew his fleshy rod. His excitement was
fantastic, and the helpless teenager began rolling his head from side to
side in uncontrollable frenzy at the sensation.

"Ooooohhh! Yeh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" he chanted with abandoned passion. All
of his previous fears about the rapacious man were gone now, to be replaced
with the pleasure his screwing cock was giving him. The blond-haired man's
long, thick, pounding column of flesh slid in and out of his bumhole with
greater ease, the walls of his tightly-grasping passage wrapping and
squeezing every part of his throbbingly hard thickness as it brought his to
highe r and higher levels of pleasure.

The moaning teenage boy felt the rolling motion of their bodies fucking on
the beach, and the sand and water seemed to amplify the entire act as the
woods towered over them. The sensitized walls of his bumhole telegraphed
the message of his screwing cock to the electrified tips of his nerve ends
through his entire body, and the young blond-haired boy's whole body and
mind seemed concentrated entirely inside his hungry bumhole.

Somehow, Frankie knew the huge pulsing prick was soon going to start
spewing out hot, white fluid, and at the same time his own belly started
jerking uncontrollably. he'd no idea what was happening to his insides, but
he felt sure he was going to explode at any moment. Suddenly, the hard
column of flesh sank deeper than ever up inside his, filling his hole
completely with its frenziedly swollen hardness. The expansion of the cock
in his bum was like a warning of greater things to come, and when the first
liquid burst of searing male sperm traveled up the massive cock to the tip
like a tremendous signal of a storm, Frankie was thrown into a wild
ecstasy.

"Ooooooohhh! OOOOOhhh!" the passion-drenched teenager screamed.

"Ohhh," the jack-hammering rapist groaned. "I'm cccuummiinnggg!"

Frankie thought he felt hot spurts of liquid hit the inside walls of his
bottom. He wasn't sure. His own cock was spurting onto his belly and chest,
every spurt setting off lighting jolts of pleasure in his brain just as
much as in his pulsating cock. He must be 'cuming'. Of course, he'd heard
about it in school. And a couple of times he'd come to close to it in the
dark warmth of his own bed as his fingers played with his stiff flesh. But
he'd always pulled back just in time. Now there was no pulling back. Only
the hot jolting spurts that went on and on forever, keeping time with the
hot spurts inside his body.

Frankie's eyes were closed, and he kept them closed. He felt the stranger
withdraw. He felt the sudden emptiness in his bowels. The burning of the
violated ring of his hole.  He wanted to say "Thank you" to the stranger,
but that sounded silly even to him.

"Are you finished, sir? May I go now, please?" the boy whispered to the man
above him.

"Not quite yet darling, not quite yet. Just you lie there. Don't move,
Don't open your eyes till I tell you."

Frankie nodded his head.

He wasn't quite sure what the man was doing till he realised the man was
squatting over him. "What the fuck was he doing?"

The dark voice came again.

"Don't you dare move. But you can open your eyes now."

Frankie opened his eyes. It took a few seconds to focus to work out what he
was looking at - or into.

It was a huge arsehole!  A huge hairy arsehole! And it was blossoming like
a rose. It was even red like a rose. And a huge turd was exiting from the
hole. Huge and solid. And dropping down onto the boy's chest. The man
grunted. Another six inches of solid shit bullied its way out of the man's
red protuberence and dropped into the boy's chest, steaming in the hot
sunshine.

Frankie closed his eyes, opened them, and the man was gone. The huge pile
of shit was still there but the man was gone. Frankie got unsteadily to his
feet. The turds stuck like two obscene nipples. He shook them off and
pattered across the hot sands into the sea, sighing as the cool waters
soothed his bumhole.  The ravished teenager didn't want to move. He wanted
to just lie in the water and remember every detail of his recent
experience. Then, from somewhere in the distance, he heard a voice calling
out his name. It was Jay!

Quickly, Frankie got out of the water, grabbed his things and made his way
back up the hill.  He could hear Jay's voice coming nearer. He stopped and
pulled on his swimsuit. As his friend's voice got nearer, Frankie began to
walk toward it, tottering slightly like a young gazelle who had just been
shot, but remarkably at ease with the sensations in his mind, heart and
glowing bumhole where the sperm swam blindly, aimlessly and helplessly.

"Gosh, you look great, Frankie!" Jay said in a half-serious voice. "Life by
the water certainly seems to agree with you!"

Frankie blushed at his friend's statement. If Jay only knew what had
happened so suddenly on the beach this morning. Frankie hated to keep
secrets from Jay. They were such good friends it didn't seem right somehow
not to tell him about the man who had so casually taken his cherry and shit
on him this morning. But something in his confused mind warned him to
remain silent about those terrifying pleasure-filled moments.

Jay might be so frightened as to want to return to London immediately, or
even to report the incident to the local police. Far from wanting the man
arrested, Frankie quietly hoped he would return again soon.

"How do you know I didn't meet my Prince Charming on the beach this
morning?" Frankie replied, trying to keep his voice light and humorous.
The two boys were just finishing a lunch of broiled steak and
vegetables. There seemed to be enough food there to last for several
months.

"If I know you, you wouldn't know what to do with a real guy, let alone
some Prince Charming!" Jay said slyly, proud of his own experience with
Danny and wanting to rub it in a little with Frankie. He'd always been
amused and puzzled by Frankie's refusal to allow boys any kind of liberty.

"You might be surprised!" Frankie retorted hotly. He looked Jay squarely in
the eyes, tempted to blurt out he was no longer a virgin. The sudden
ringing of the telephone saved him from uttering the dark secret. Jay rose
quickly and ran to the instrument. His voice was excited as he put the
receiver to his ear and began to talk rapidly.

Watching him, Frankie could tell it was Danny calling. From his friend's
little squeals of delight, he guessed Danny and his friend would soon be
joining them at the lake. His cock stiffened a little at the prospect! As
Jay hung up the telephone and rejoined Frankie at the table, happiness was
written all over his smiling face.

"Score one for our side, Frankie," Jay said. "Danny and a boy named Toby
Hopper are coming up this afternoon. They should be here around eight
o'clock. Isn't that great?"

Frankie tried to match the name Toby Hopper with a face in his memory but
could not. Danny was popular at college and had so many friends he probably
had not met him. He listened as Jay prattled on.

"Danny says Toby is a real cool guy. Didn't I tell you we were going to
have a great time here?" It pleased Frankie to see Jay so happy. The two
boys had been close friends for several years now, as close as brothers
really. They were dissimilar in appearance but they complemented one
another in many ways.

Despite his sexual experiences with Danny, Jay had an air of innocence
about him. Frankie was more a natural beauty, and his lithe young body was
graceful without being delicate. His dark eyes gave him a mysterious look,
a look that seemed to mask his actual inexperience.

"Let's take a walk down to the lake, Frankie," Jay said in an excited
voice. "I want to see your 'secret cove!'"

He was already stepping toward the doorway, his long blond hair
flying. Frankie followed his friend out of the lodge, and the two boys
chattered gaily as they walked toward the granite outcropping. When they
reached it, Jay ran the last few yards into the cove.

"Wow! This is a neat place," Jay exclaimed, looking around the sandy
cove. "It's like being in another world!"

The blond-haired teenager smiled as he walked to the sunniest part of the
beach to lay out his towel. He could see Jay was impressed with 'his'
beach, and he was glad he'd decided to share it with him. "Shall we keep it
a secret?" Frankie asked, a little anxiety in his voice.

Somehow it would spoil everything if Jay told Danny and his friend Toby
about the little cove.

"Don't worry! You can come here and fantasize about your Prince Charming in
complete privacy," Jay laughed aloud as he sat down next to Frankie, "I'll
be too busy with Danny to bother you!"

Frankie was still in his Speedos. The sun felt warm and good as he lay
there. He looked over at his friend beside him. "It's too bad you didn't
wear your swimsuit. I'd like to take a dip." Jay was wearing shorts.

"I wish I had. A swim would be great about now," Jay replied, smiling.  He
turned away from Frankie to look at the water. "The lake sure looks
inviting!"

"It's so private here we could go skinny-dipping and nobody would see us,"
said Frankie standing up to tug at his swimsuit. His body glowed in the
sun. Jay looked up to see if Frankie was serious.

"I'll do it if you will," Jay said sheepishly.

"Okay, let's go!" Frankie said, pulling the tiny suit off and kicking it
away from his feet. He was completely naked before Jay could get to his
feet and strip himself. Shyly, Jay stripped, and the boys stood facing each
other. Frankie couldn't help noticing the silky-smooth curls of light blond
pubic hair forming a patch at the bottom of Jay's abdomen. Jay looked so
sexy standing there in the nude, and Frankie was reminded of his own
nakedness this morning at this very spot.

Mentally willing himself not to spring a hard-on, Frankie ran toward the
water and felt the hot sand turn cool on his feet as he entered the green
liquid. Forcing his body into deeper water, he lowered his body and thrust
it forward to cover it completely with the coolness. The boy loved
swimming. It made him feel secure and alone . . . away from the prying eyes
of his parents and their hopelessly out-dated ideas about growing up.

Frankie came up out of the water to see Jay still standing on the beach. He
waved to his best friend to come join him in the water. Jay stepped to the
water's edge very slowly, his body moving sensuously, as though he was
making an important decision. He stopped for a moment, then giggled and ran
into the water, the spray rising to spatter his bottom.

"This is great!" Jay said as he trod water next to Frankie. Only their
heads above water, they might have been merboys surfacing into sunlight.

"I am the siren of the cove!" Frankie wailed, then he dove into the water
again, his pale buttocks gleaming in the sunlight as he submerged. Jay
waited until Frankie had resurfaced, then he, too, dove down into the clear
depths. It was like being suspended in a weightless world of liquid beauty,
and they both swam around the cove until they were tired.

Jay was the first to call it quits, and he walked out of the water,
trailing a piece of sodden weed from the lake's bottom in his hand.

"Neptune's son!" he called to Frankie, and both boys laughed as they ran
across the sand to Frankie's towel. Neither bothered to put on their
swimsuits, but lay down side by side on the big towel, wet and glistening
from the water. And both boys fell fast sleep.

It was just after seven-thirty when Frankie heard the sound of a minibus
coming up the graveled road. He threw aside the magazine he'd been reading
and ran to the window. The local service was unloading two boys: Danny and
Toby Hopper.

Frankie was surprised at Toby Hopper's appearance. He looked to be in his
late-teens, with curly brown hair and an easy grin on his handsome
face. He'd expected someone Danny's age, and here was a guy who appeared to
be a year or two older.

"Jay!" Frankie called out to his friend in the kitchen. "Danny and Toby are
here!"

He walked quickly to the wall mirror and checked his appearance as Jay
joined him in the front room. "You look just fine," Jay said laughing,
"Just don't be nervous and everything will be fine!"

Jay went to the door and threw it open to Danny and Toby Hopper.

"Hi, Jay!" Danny said immediately.

The two young guys stood in the doorway smiling, their arms loaded with
black hold-alls and a rolled-up movie screen.

"Give us a hand will you, this stuff is heavy?"

He handed Jay a small case as he backed away from the door to allow them to
enter. "Hi, Danny!" Jay answered, mystified by the equipment. He set the
case down and closed the door.

"What is all this stuff, Danny?" Jay asked.

"Come on, show me where we can put this," the older boy said, anxious to be
relieved of the heavy cases. He suddenly saw Frankie and smiled broadly at
him.

"Hi, Frankie. Meet my friend Toby Hopper. Toby, meet Frankie O'Dowd and Jay
Fellows . . . two really cool people!"

He set the cases down with a sigh of relief. As he did, Jay threw himself
into his arms and kissed him passionately . Frankie went over to Toby and
smiled shyly at him as he helped him put the cases he carried alongside the
others.

"Hi, Toby. I hope you had a good trip up!" His words sounded shallow and
inane to himself, but he was unable to think of anything else to say . Toby
smiled back as his dark, devouring eyes took in the slim, atheltic figure
of the young boy. "Jesus Christ," he thought to himself, "what a body!" He
could feel his cock hardening at the thought of spending the evening
seducing this beautiful young thing.

"Not bad at all, Frankie." He dragged his eyes away from Frankie and looked
around the room. "Wow! This is really great ! Jay's old man must have a lot
of bread to be able to afford something like this!"

Jay and Danny broke apart and stood there looking at one another
hungrily. Out of the corner of his eye, Frankie could see the bulging
outline of Danny's swollen erection. It was obvious Jay was going to be
busy soon.

"Okay, Danny, what is all this stuff?" Jay asked, his breath coming fast
from the passionate embrace and the hard erect cock that had pressed into
his belly. His crotch wwas beginning to burn in anticipation of the
throbbing staff plunging into his anxious bumhole.

"Relax, Jay. It's only a little entertainment for tonight. I told you Toby
makes films. This is his projection equipment and he brought up one of his
movies," Danny said, grinning at the look of puzzlement on Jay's face.

"I didn't plan to spend the night watching movies," Jay replied cheekily,
"I've got other plans!"

"It's a porno, baby!" Danny said, pulling Jay to him and wrapping his
hard-muscled arms around the boy's wriggling body. He was oblivious to
Frankie and Toby, pressing himself into Danny and rotating his pelvis
against him.

Standing next to Toby, Frankie was shocked and excited at the same
time. He'd never seen a sex movie, and the thought of the four of them
watching one together sent little shivers through his body. He could feel
Toby watching his face for his reaction and he avoided his eyes. He needed
time to comprehend all that was happening.

"Can I get anyone a drink?" Frankie said a little too loudly. Without
waiting for a reply he went to the bar and started fixing the drinks; lager
for Jay and himself, beer for Danny and Toby. He could hear the sounds of
the two young guys setting up the projector and screen; his confused mind
alter-nated between anxiety and resignation. The idea of seeing sex on a
screen was repulsive to him. He wanted to be laid, all right, but he still
thought of it as something mysterious and beautiful - like this morning on
the beach with the stranger.

He knew it was silly of him, but for some reason he'd thought the handsome
Toby Hopper would need no stimulation except the sight of his hungry young
body, eager for him to manfully take control of the situation and seduce
him quickly. As he finished pouring the drinks, he silently hoped the
experience would not be too unpleasant.

Jay and Danny sat together on a large couch, still frenching
passionately. They did not look up as Frankie placed their drinks on a
coffee table and went over to the projector where Toby stood adjusting
knobs. He took the drink from him and downed it quickly.

"Have you ever seen a pornographic film before, Frankie?" he asked
casually, as though this were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Oh, I've seen a couple," Frankie lied. He knew how shocked his parents
would be if they could see him here, about to watch God-knows what on the
screen! He sat down in a large armchair, hoping Toby would join him after
the film started.

"Everybody set?" Toby asked. Jay and Danny broke apart long enough to
answer affirmatively, and Frankie nodded. He quickly turned off the room
lights and started the projector. Then, to Frankie's great disappointment,
He pulled another chair next to his and sat down. The younger boy had to
force himself to look at the screen, even less interested now in what he
was about to see.

"I hope you boys aren't going to be critical," Toby said, "this is one of
the first films I ever made. My later ones are much better!"

"Let us be the judge of that!" Danny replied, his hands busy with the lush
body of the giggling Jay. They were stretched out on the couch now, their
bodies locked together.

The title of the film was "Love in the Classroom," and the picture began
with a shot of a middle-aged man sitting behind a teacher's desk in a
classroom. He was reading a book entitled "Sex and the Teenager."

Suddenly the classroom door opened and the man looked up to see a
well-built boy of about fifteen come into the room.

"Come here," snapped the teacher to the boy. "You're in trouble. You've got
an hour's detention with me, but we would make that half an hour if you
co-operate. Understood?"

The boy approached the desk. "Understood, sir," and without being asked,
sat himself down on the edge of the desk. The man got up, came round the
desk and stood in front of the boy who wore tight tennis shorts and a
T-shirt.

The man ran his hand up between the boy's creamy white thighs. Obviously
pushing his fingers between the curving mounds of his buttocks. After a
moment, he wriggled his buttocks as the man removed his shorts and
underpants. When he got them free of the boy's tapering legs, he took the
garments and tossed them aside. The boy raised his arms and the teacher
slipped the T-shirt over his head.

After a moment, sir unzipped his pants, and the camera once zoomed in to
reveal his massive throbbing cock leaping out into the boy's hand. The boy
encircled it with his fingers and began a slow, rhythmic stroking, from the
base to the pulsing rubbery head. As the camera pulled back, the man's hand
could be seen between the boy's legs, his fingers feverishly massaging his
genitals.

Frankie heard heavy breathing from the direction of the couch where Jay and
Danny were entangled. He glanced over to see they were locked together,
their fondling seemed to parallel the film couple though they were ignoring
the film to concentrate on their own lovemaking. He wondered how long it
would be before they were fucking in earnest. The idea excited him and he
wished he could watch them instead of the film.

Suddenly, Jay and Danny rose quietly from the couch and went toward a
bedroom, leaving Frankie and Toby alone.

On the screen, the man began to disrobe himself. As he did so, the boy
licked his lips obscenely and stared at his throbbing cock, his face coming
close so as to see better. At last the man was also naked and he lay down
on the desktop, motioning the boy toward him. His massive cock stood
straight up. With the couple in the film now naked, Frankie found the movie
a bit more exciting, and he felt a small tingling sensation in the pit of
his belly, his cock aching so hard it hurt. Frankie wondered how long it
would be before he spurted for the second time that day, the second time in
his young life.

His thoughts were interrupted by Toby's voice. "Excuse me for a moment,
Frankie," Toby asked, standing up from the chair. "If this film is becoming
too boring for you, I'll be glad to shut it off when I come back!"

Frankie guessed Toby was going to the bathroom, and he liked the polite way
he'd offered to stop the film on his return. He didn't really care if the
film kept running or not, but it was getting a lot better than the way it
had started out. He was glad to have it to watch while he was left alone in
the room. He began to rub his fingers up between his thighs as he directed
his attention back to the film.

The teenage blond boy was bending over the man on the desk, his slender
fingers around his hard cock, fondling it. Then his hands came up and went
around his head, pulling it closer to the thick pulsing organ. His tongue
came out and began to lick the hard cock, running wetly over every part of
the long, hard cock. It seemed to grow larger as the boy kept on licking
it, and his hand was gently massaging the twin sacs containing his
cum-filled balls.

After a long moment, the boy lowered his mouth over the head of the
throbbing cock, taking the whole of the thick, purple head inside his
mouth. He was sucking the man's cock furiously. The boy's long blond hair
brushed against the man's stomach as his head drove up and down on the
thick fleshy cock. Frankie couldn't believe what he was watching. The idea
of sucking a man's cock had never occurred to him, and for a moment he
wanted to call out to Toby to stop the film before it became even more
depraved.

Then he remembered the stranger's tongue wildly sucking at his bumhole this
morning, and he suspected the feeling must be the same for a man having his
cock sucked by a willing mouth.

With Toby still gone from the room, he couldn't resist working his long
fingers under the narrow strip of white nylon covering his own bumhole. As
if by signal, the boy stopped sucking the man's cock and climbed on the
desk with him. He straddled his body, his head once again poised over his
throbbing cock, his bumhole gaping invitingly near the man's head. Quickly
his head came down and his mouth drew in the man's huge cock and began to
suck it. The man's head came up and his tongue started to lick the boy's
exposed bumhole.

After a few minutes of furious mutual sucking, they untangled their bodies
and the boy stretched out on his back with his legs hanging over the side
of the desk. The man pulled his legs up and out as he stood in front of
him. The boy's bumhole was completely open to the camera, the moist opening
ragged and pink and seeming to pulsate as the man's throbbing cock came
near. Then slowly, the man drove his long, hard cock up into the slippery
rectal passage. The camera had zoomed into a close-up position, and every
inch of the disappearing cock could be seen as it entered the trembling
bumhole. It was almost as if the boy was pulling the man's cock inside his,
and then at last, his balls smacked hard into the boy's upturned buttocks.

They began rhythmically ducking immediately, and the big cock rode in and
out of the tight, vibrating passage with more and more speed. The film was
getting to Frankie, but he was reluctant to continue the massaging of his
cock for fear Toby might walk into the room and see him.

But suddenly, and maybe because the lager was getting to him, Frankie
didn't give a fuck any more. He stood up, stripped off his T-shirt and
shorts, and went to the couch to stretch out while still watching the
film. The lager he'd drunk helped him to relax, and his head was still
swimming with the excitement of being ready for sex. He lay down on the
couch on his side, leaning on one arm, his smooth tapering body stretched
invitingly along the length of the couch. In the semi-darkness of the room
illuminated only by the film, his dark young bumhole still tingled from
itys morning fuck.

On the screen, the man had bent over the boy when he wrapped his legs
around his waist. His long, rigid cock worked in and out of the boy's
bumhole with tremendous force, and the white liquid of some lubricating
fluid was clearly visible on the throbbing rod of flesh. It was apparent
they were nearing a climax as the boy arched his hips upward to meet the
thrusting cock.

Frankie was feeling his nerves tingle with vicarious sensations as he
watched the lewd coupling on the screen. He glanced over to the projector
and saw the film was barely halfway through, and he began to wonder what
would happen when the couple finished fucking on the desk.

All sorts of ideas flashed through his head, and it only served to make him
more excited. Then he remembered Toby should be coming back from wherever
it was he'd gone, and he was just looking up toward the door when the older
boy walked into the room, his shirt already half-unbuttoned as though he
was expecting to fuck Frankie without a fight of any kind.

Frankie wondered if Toby had seen him naked on the couch, and had gotten
the idea of coming in with his shirt half-off from that. His entrance into
the room gave every indication he was right in his guess, but he still felt
he should say something to him. It took a lot of effort to muster up the
courage to speak, and Frankie wanted it to sound right.

"I wondered if you had deserted me," Frankie said quietly. For a moment he
thought Toby hadn't heard him, as he said nothing while he continued
pulling off his clothing. Then, when he dropped his pants, Frankie could
see his cock was fully erect. Seven, maybe eight inches. Circumsized, and
as thick as Frankie's little cousin's wrist. Frankie licked his lips; his
bumhole twitched in anticipation.

"I want to fuck you, Frankie. You're very beautiful," Toby said simply,
moving to the couch. He wanted very badly to fuck the boy, to experience
the tightness of his tender young bumhole around his aching hard cock, and
he wanted to make his beg for his cum.

Frankie felt his belly jerk from the stimulating effect of Toby's words. He
badly wanted to experience once again the wild desire and pleasure of the
morning. As Toby stood there in front of his, his eyes went automatically
to the hard column of flesh that stood out erect from his groin. The
moisture in his bowels seemed to run freely, wetting his heated rectal
passage for the expected entrance of this fully erect cock.

Toby sat down on the edge of the couch, and leaned down to kiss Frankie
fully on the red lips of his soft yielding mouth. When lips met lips, he
opened his mouth to take in his tongue, and he expertly sucked and nipped
at it as if it was a delicious morsel fit for the gods. He immediately ran
his hand down over his full voluptuous young body, feeling his warm tanned
skin, his flat stomach, and finally the soft covering of pubic hair at the
base of his stomach.

Toby's fingers felt the dampness of lubricating fluids before actually
making contact with the boy's bumhole, and his moan into his mouth when he
touched his bumhole was a positive sign he was more than ready for good hot
fucking. He was a hot little bitch, just as Danny had said.

Frankie wiggled his buttocks down into the soft cushion of the couch in an
attempt to get flat on his back. He lifted his legs onto the armrest. He
wanted to give those probing fingers complete access to his hungry bumhole,
and his legs were partly restricted by the back of the couch and by his
body. He felt an extended middle finger working into the folds of his ring
muscle, and he pushed his hips down hard to speed its entrance.

When the electric contact was made, he felt as if the sensation traveled
out to every extremity of his body, teasing his nerves into an excited
state of passion, and he jerked his bumhole against the extended finger for
more. The hardened nerve ends under the finger felt both moist and
flexible, and Toby drove it back and forth with startling effect.

Frankie was frantically pulling at his tongue with his warm mouth, and tiny
squeals of pleasure came from his throat. Moving his finger faster, Toby
massaged the inner flesh of his bumhole.

"Mmmmmmmm! Yessssss!" Frankie moaned out loud as the long finger pushed
into the depths of his bumhole. The excited teenager was really ready for
him, and he reached with his left hand to take hold of the boy's throbbing
cock.

Finding the rubbery flesh of the blood-swollen head, he wrapped his hand
around it to pump it in time to the screwing finger in his bumhole. The
foreskin folded back under his tight grip, and he ran his hand down the
whole length of the shaft.

It was rock-hard and seemed to swell up larger in his hand as he felt the
blood swirling through the jerking flesh, and he released it momentarily to
cup the cum-filled balls in his hands.

His finger worked in and out of the tight bumhole with greater urgency, and
he pumped more vigorously up and down Frankie's cock to make him eager to
have Toby's cock inside his bumhole. Toby had to fight his immediate urge
to cum as Frankie's hand also pumped his cock, and he was excited by his
manner of manipulating his balls. For a moment he considered making the boy
suck his cock with his warm mouth, closing his lips around his aching shaft
until his cum would spurt deep into his throat.

But he was determined to fuck him in the bumhole first, as that was more
important to his objective. The boy's bumhole was hot and tight, the
moistening fluid making his finger slip easily in and out of the narrow
sage, and he wanted to get up on the couch to look down and see his
lust-hungry body beneath him.

Without saying a word, he pulled his finger from the throbbing bumhole, and
moving so as not to let his hand release his cock, he knelt down on the
couch between Frankie's widespread legs.

"Oh, yeh! Please fuck me now, Toby!" Frankie pleaded softly as he wiggled
his body to let the young man move up between his outspread thighs. He held
onto his cock as he moved, almost as if he was afraid of losing it, and
once he was up on the couch, he was free to bring his legs up and back,
giving the older boy complete access to his fully-exposed shit chute.

The flickering light reflected from the film on the screen was all that
illuminated Frankie's naked young body. Toby stared down at this virgin
doll, begging him for sensual pleasure , and it was exactly the appearance
he looked for in his films.

"Please put it in me now!" Frankie pleaded as he struggled to get his
bumhole up to Toby's cock. His belly was like a raging forest fire of
passion, and the tension only served to make the flames burn brighter as he
imagined how that big hard cock would feel inside his wet bumhole. Toby's
sucking and nipping of his nipple was beautiful, but it also prevented him
from putting his large cock inside his bumhole. It was so near he thought
he would go crazy if he didn't put it in soon.

Lifting his head from the boy's chest, Toby looked directly into Frankie's
eyes for a moment, and he could see the pleading passion in his
expression. He straightened up so he could look down toward his bumhole,
and then he moved his hips forward, until his cock just barely touched his
flesh. Frankie took his long cock in both hands, and excitedly tried to
work his body down toward the huge column. "Put your cock in my
bumhole. . . please . . . fuck me . . . fuck my bumhole . . . "

Frankie began babbling almost incoherently as he wriggled his buttocks
toward the head of his cock. He felt he had to excite Toby with words
before he would plunge his cock into his bumhole, and his lewd words seemed
to suddenly do the trick. Toby placed his hands under his thighs to push
his legs out wider, and then he moved toward his exposed ring with
deliberate care.

When he felt the thick swollen cock-head push up into the little brown
circle of his bumhole, Frankie quickly ran it up and down the slit to part
it for his entrance. Sensations flashed through his body as the throbbing
cock brushed over his ring, then made contact with the elastic sphincter of
his bumhole.

Unable to resist his any longer, the seventeen-year-old drove his cock like
a raging pile driver inside his steaming fourteen-year-old bumhole. The
thick head of his cock slipped into the tight opening of the anala canal
like a rabbit squirming desperately into its hole.

"Oh! God!"

The slow entry was like an eternity of pleasure, and there seemed to be no
end to the long plunging column. It was drilling into the depths of his
body until he thought it would pierce the base of his jerking bottom.

"Aaaaaggghhhhhh!" Frankie screamed with relief as his hungry bumhole was
thrillingly filled with the pulsating cock-flesh. He felt the wiry bush of
Toby's pubic hair tickling the pink flesh between his crack, and his
cum-laden balls swing heavily against the crevice of his upturned buttocks.

Toby leaned forward over the boy's passion-wracked body, and drove back and
forth, harder and harder, faster and fraster, deeper and deeper. Frankie's
whimpers, moans and screams only drove him on more ruthlessly than
ever. The boy's bumhole was better than he'd ever imagined, the spongy
walls rippling over the full length of his sensitive cock like waves of hot
water, as tight around him as a well-fitting glove.

He flexed the long shaft in the depths of the boy's rectum, and each time
he did so, Frankie let out a little squeal of pleasure. He continued
flexing his cock with more rapid pacing, until finally Frankie was
squirming with unbridled joy.

"Oh, God! That's so good! Fuck into me hard!"

Frankie groaned his passion, and he reached up to wrap his arms around
Toby's muscular back. The lust-driven teenager's belly jerked in automatic
response to his swelling cock in his rectum, and he screwed his hips down
into the couch in a desperate attempt to have the cock pumping in and out
of his rectal passage.

Toby's cock plunged to his depths, and when he hit bottom, he immediately
took up the sawing motion of fucking. Frankie's rectum tightened and
loosened as Toby rhythmically drove his cock in and out of his steaming
passage. All his senses were concentrated at the center of his rectum now,
and Frankie arched his hips up and down as his seducer's long, hard cock
fucked into him. On his down-stroke he threw his legs up and out, feeling
his thick rigid staff slide smoothly into the burning depths of his ass. As
he hit bottom, Toby's balls would slap noisily against his upturned
buttocks.

The lower ridge of the gland-head seemed to pull all his fluid with it when
Toby stopped at the end of his out-stroke, then swelling as it plunged, his
cock rammed back up into his arsehole once again. The sensation pounded and
echoed through his bowels like a repeat of the fucking he'd received on the
beach this morning.

"Ooooohhhh! Fuccckkkkk! Yesssss!" Frankie cried, and he rolled his head
from side to side, his dark hair caught under his head while his brown eyes
blinked rapidly in the film's reflected light.

"Oh, God! Give it to me! Give me your cum! I want your cum now!" Frankie
screamed, and he bucked up against the lust-enlarged cock like a wild,
passionate animal.

Hearing Frankie's words, Toby felt his balls give way to the exquisite
pressure, and a sensation ran down from the thick tip of his cock before
the released white cum started its pleasure-giving journey to the head of
his cock. The hot, sticky-sweet cum dashed furiously up the length of his
excited shaft and spurted from the tip like a hot stabbing knife.

"Ooohhhhh," the young man moaned, "I'mmm cccuuummmiiinnnggggg!"

"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Frankie yelled as he felt the first blast from his
deeply-buried cock. It was like the jet of hot male cum that had pierced
his lower guts with enjoyment this morning, and he pushed up hard to feel
every tiny drop of the hot, spewing cum up in his hole. He could actually
feel the sperm traveling up the length of the thick hard cock with the
nerve ends of his burning arsehole, and it seemed as if his rectal passage
was rippling and shuddering with uncontrollable sensations as the sperm
flooded out into him with wildly relieving and releasing heat. Their bodies
rolled together on the couch as they soared on their mutual climaxes, Toby
pumping hot sticky loads of cum deep between his desperately flailing legs,
while Frankie moaned out his pleasure, as cum spurted in little jets from
his own pulsating cock.

He didn't want to let go of Toby when his cock finally stopped squirting
out its hot fluids, and he kept squeezing it with the tight muscular ring
of his sphincter to milk every last drop from it. His stomach kept jerking
for several minutes, and it was only then he realized the film had finally
run through the projector. Only the whirring in the darkness stopped the
boy from slipping into a pleasure-induced fainting swoon.

Frankie was dreaming when the telephone rang. He and Toby Hopper were lying
on the beach in his secret cove. Frankie's legs slung over the older boy's
shoulders. Toby's body was above his, naked and gleaming in the sun. His
thick cock seemed to be huge, much larger than the boy remembered, poised
obscenely between his white thighs, the large purplish knob just inches
away from his moist anal lips. Frankie was begging him to fuck him,
pleading for him to hurry and plunge the pulsing rod into his hungry
arsehole. Just as he felt the massive organ begin to penetrate him, Toby's
face and body became that of the devil-may-care stranger. The man was
laughing at his pleas. The telephone rang again. While one part of
Frankie's mind struggled to come awake, another part screamed to let him
finish the lewd dream.

Frankie bolted upright as the telephone rang again, eyes wide open and
staring. He heard Jay's voice from the other bedroom. "Frankie! Answer the
fucking phone!"

He picked up the telephone from the bedside table, confused and uncertain
where he was. Danny and Toby had driven back to Windsor early this morning,
leaving the boys utterly satiated and ass-weary from their feverish
lovemaking. Danny had promised they'd return this evening, but he'd failed
to explain why they'd had to leave.

Dawn had been breaking as the exhausted boys fell into their beds and went
to sleep quickly. "Hello?" Frankie's voice was yawning as he spoke. The
digital clock beside the telephone said 16:32; the sun streaming in through
the window confirmed it was late afternoon. There was a long silence at the
other end of the line.

"Jay?"

"No . . . this is Frankie."

"Danny here. Is Jay awake yet?"

"Oh! Hi, Danny. Jay's right here," Frankie said, and held out the receiver
for his friend.

"Hi, lover! What's up?" Jay whispered into the receiver as he collapsed
down beside the still-sleepy Frankie. Jay was completely naked and his free
hand immediately went to his arsehole, rubbing it gently as he winked at
Frankie, who smiled knowingly.

"Listen, baby! I'm about sixteen miles down the road, but I wanted to find
out if Toby has arrived yet?"

Danny's voice sounded tired and anxious. The question puzzled Jay.

"I don't understand!" Jay said, "Aren't you two driving back together?"

"No. Toby wanted to have his own car there so he drove alone. He's up to
something and I wanted to make sure he didn't get there before I'd a chance
to warn you!"

"About what?" Jay asked impatiently.

"Look - I'll tell you when I get there! Just make sure you stay awake until
then! Okay?" Danny sounded irritated, and not a little anxious.

About an hour later, a sharp knock at the door announced Danny was
back. His arrival was reassuring, and the boys calmly walked over to the
large couch and sat down before pressing him further.

"Okay, so tell us what this is all about!" Jay said when they were all
comfortably settled. He and Frankie were sitting on the couch together
facing Danny, who had himself plopped down in an overstuffed chair.

"I'm only guessing, mind you, but I think Toby took pictures of our
escapades last night," Danny announced to the astonished boys. The serious
look on his face made Frankie burst out laughing as though appreciating a
good joke.

"I'm serious, damnit!" Danny said harshly.

"How do you know?" Jay asked, sensing his real concern. Frankie had stopped
laughing and was watching Danny.

"On the drive back to Windsor this morning he did everything but admit
it. And he said he had to go home to pick up some film and lighting
equipment. He wouldn't tell me anything more except he promised to tell me
- and you two all about it when he got back this evening," Danny replied,
his worried expression softening as if the burden of passing on bad news
had been lifted from him.

"I've heard some weird stories about Toby from other kids at school," he
continued, "but he always seemed straight with me. I don't know what to
think."

"But how could he have taken any pictures of us?" Jay asked seriously,
remebering how wild and abandoned their fucking had been last night.

He turned to face Frankie. "You were with Toby all night! Did he take any
pictures?" Frankie tried to remember every detail of last evening. The only
time he and Toby had not been together had been when Toby had slipped out
of the room while he was watching the film. he'd been gone a long time! "I
wasn't with him all the time," Frankie announced sheepishly.

Jay and Danny immediately started throwing questions at him, and he was so
confused he could not understand most of them. "Just after you two went
into the bedroom, Toby left the room, too. But I don't see how he could
have taken any pictures of you. I mean, did you leave the lights on, or
something?"

"No!" Jay said quickly, and then he caught himself, as if trying to hide a
secret of some kind. "I mean there wasn't enough light for a
picture. Anyway, we would have seen him."

" Infra-red flash!" Danny announced suddenly, and he slapped his forehead
with the palm of his hand. "He could have taken pictures without any of us
knowing it by using infra-red film and a flash. He's always boasting what
sophisticated equipment he's got!"

Jay looked nervously at Frankie and Danny as the full impact of Danny's
statement hit him.

"God, Danny, you've got to stop him somehow. My father would kill me for
sure if he found out about it!"

"Take it easy, Jay!" Frankie pleaded, his own mind racing with the thought
of what his parents would do if they even suspected he was involved in
anything like this. "We've all got to calm down and try to figure out what
to do."

"Right. There's no point in getting hysterical over nothing. We don't know
yet what Toby plans to do with the pictures . . . if he even really took
any. I can't be sure he was telling me the truth. He may have been joking!
Heck, it might be kind of cool to have some pictures of us together," he
laughed, and glanced in Jay's direction. "If that's as far as it goes,
fine! I just wish I knew what he really wants with them," Danny said.

"I think I hear a car coming," Frankie said, "maybe that's Toby now!"

Danny and Jay joined him at the window and they watched Toby drive up in an
old sports car. He waved to them casually as he got out. "Listen, you two
stay in here while I go out and find out what the hell this is all about!"
Danny ordered, his voice calm and self-assured now. "I'll get this thing
settled!" he added as he went out the door. Frankie and Jay watched as
Danny joined Toby Hopper by the side of the car. They were soon engaged in
animated conversation the two boys were unable to hear.

"Jesus Christ, what a way to start a vacation," Jay said wearily. "I think
I'll have a glass of wine to settle my nerves. Care to join me?" he said to
Frankie as he went to the bar and poured two full glasses of wine.

"Hell, yeh! Why not?" Frankie replied, joining Jay at the bar and gulping
down the wine. He'd tried a sip or two before but never a full glass. It
warmed his whole body as it went down, though he almost gagged. Jay sipped
his more slowly, but was soon pouring out more for each of them.

"You know, Toby really fucked me it last night," Frankie announced
suddenly, and he felt light-headed as he watched Jay's face for a
reaction. He was still a little worried about the possibility of Toby
having pictures of him in the all-together, but he couldn't help the desire
building up in his loins.

"I gathered as much from the way you've been defending him," Jay
responded. The two full glasses of wine were beginning to affect his
speech. He was slurring his words slightly as he spoke, and his head was
full of images of how Frankie and Toby must have been fucking
together. "You made it on the couch, huh?"

"Yeah! And he wasn't taking any pictures then . . . I'll guarantee you
that!" Frankie said grinning.

"Hi, boys!" Toby said, smiling as he dropped two cases on an
armchair. Danny set his down on the floor alongside the chair and watched
Toby go back out the front door.

"Not more movies," Jay groaned. Danny walked to the bar and poured out
drinks for Toby and himself before answering.

"Everything is okay. Toby will explain it to you when he gets the rest of
the equipment," he said, sitting down on the couch next to Jay. Frankie was
giggling when Toby came back into the lodge with the remainder of his
equipment.

"Come on, tell us what's going on?" he said.

"I'll explain it all as soon as I can sit down," Toby replied, out of
breath. He sat on the couch next to Danny and Jay and took the glass Jay
offered, drinking it down in one long gulp.

"We're dying of curiosity, Toby. What about those pictures you took? Or did
you take any pictures?" Jay demanded.

"I've them right here!" he said smiling, and he pulled a brown envelope out
of his jacket pocket. He handed the envelope to Jay, and Frankie jumped up
and sat on the arm of the couch to see.

Jay pulled a stack of black-and-white photographs out of the envelope, and
was immediately shocked by their pure clarity. On top of the stack was a
picture of Frankie lying naked, full length, on the couch just as he'd
suspected, only the lips of his mouth looked white, and Frankie noticed
that fact right a way.

He watched fascinated as Jay thumbed through the stack of prints. The top
ones all seemed to be of Frankie. He could see in some of them he had his
hand clasped tightly to his own erection.

Suddenly, Jay came to a photograph of hihimself and Danny. It had been
snapped at just the right moment. Danny was leaning over him, his erect
cock pointed straight down at his widespread bumcheeks. He had a look of
excited passion on his face.

"You bastard! What a sneaky thing to do!" Jay said, but his eyes were glued
to a close examination of the picture. The pictures got even better as Jay
continued to examine them, and they showed him and Danny in the process of
fucking in two different positions.

"Did you walk into the room with them?" Frankie asked incredulously. He was
astonished by these photographs, and just looking at them made him
excited. "I'd to. They were so busy they didn't even notice me!" Toby
replied cockily, and he laughed rather self-consciously at his own
statement. He got up and walked over to the bar to pour himself another
glass of Chardonnay.

"Call it a screen test, or at least that's part of the reason!" Toby said
casually, and he sat down taking a sip from his drink at the same time.

"What do you mean screen test?" Frankie asked, a frightening idea already
forming in his mind. He remembered Toby was a film student or something,
and he wondered if he really meant what his statement implied.

"Well, I want to make a film with all three of you in the parts, and I was
afraid you wouldn't do it without being reassured you're all
photogenic. The pictures prove you all look good in the nude!" Toby was
acting like everything he wanted was already settled, and as far as he was
concerned, it was only the first rehearsal for his production.

"You're crazy!" Jay said, waving some of the photographs over at him. He
still didn't understand what Toby was driving at.

"You mean you want us to play parts in a dirty movie. That's what the
equipment is for, right?" Jay tried to keep his voice calm, but the
unexpected shock of what Toby was saying, on top of the wine he'd drunk,
made his almost hysterical. He was suddenly very afraid of the smiling
Toby.

"Now, wait a minute, Jay!" Toby pleaded. "I've already admitted I'd an
ulterior motive in taking the pictures . . . but it isn't what you seem to
think! I've been working on a film for the New York Film Festival all year,
and there's a dream sequence in the film that calls for some uninhibited
sex. But the film isn't dirty or pornographic in any way! And, I really
think I can take the ten-thousand dollar first prize with my film."

Toby was lying smoothly, and he was proud of the way the expression on the
faces of Jay and Frankie had changed from anger to uncertainty as he
talked. "Look, I'd be happy to tell you all about my movie if you'd like!"

"I think you'd better!" Frankie said. He only half-believed Toby, but he
kept his voice on an even level.

"A character in my film has a dream, and I want to film this dream using
the three of you in the parts. I use special lenses that make the picture
blurry, your faces won't be recognizable. Believe me, these technical
things are hard to explain, but I can tell you the film has to do with the
psychology of sex. It's about the secret fears and wishes of a young boy
who is discovering for the first time what sex is all about. I've already
made most of the film in Windsor. The dream sequence is all that's left,"
Toby lied.

He was making up the whole thing as he went along, off the top of his head,
but his voice was assured and convincing. He looked at Frankie and judging
by his expression he knew he had to go on. Frankie wanted to believe Toby's
story, but he was still concerned about the possibility of him lying. At
first, the idea of being in a pornographic movie appalled him. But this was
somehow different, if Toby was telling the truth, and if they could get
some hard sex on without anybody finding out. The boy found himself getting
a hard-on. There was something really exciting about hundreds, maybe
thousands of men watching him having hard sex without knowing his identity.

"The dream sequence will really be the most artistic in the whole film. It
will keep changing colors, go to negative instead of positive, all kinds of
very special effects to show the boy is having a special dream. How about
it? Jay you do it for me, Frankie?" Toby was smiling broadly, his eyes
slightly moist to convince them how sincere he was.

"You mean you want me to be the star of your movie?" Frankie asked
incredulously. He was almost sober now, the effects of Toby's startling
proposal overcoming the wine he'd drunk. Despite his misgivings, he was
flattered Toby wanted him in the movie. And if he would really be
anonymous, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.

Danny was in a real quandary. He knew Toby's story was a lie, he intended
to use the film for other than legitimate purposes. But he also needed the
money Toby had promised him for helping to convince Frankie and Jay to
appear in the movie. For a few moments he was almost tempted to expose Toby
and throw him out of the lodge. But then, he suddenly decided to go along
with the scheme. Toby had also promised Danny would have an opportunity to
fuck the lovely young Frankie while the movie was being made, something he
felt was probably impossible under any other circumstances.

"I think it's okay," Danny heard himself saying. "What the hell, it might
be fun!"

"I vote to go ahead," Jay said. He was really feeling the effects of the
wine, and he didn't really care about anything now except being fucked good
and hard. He was having a difficult time putting his thoughts together, his
arsehole was burning so fiercely with anticipation. Toby was on his feet,
as if the argument were over and the decision already made.

"Great, kids! I really appreciate this. To show you just how much I
appreciate it, I'm going to split any prize money with you three! How's
that?"

"What do you want us to do?" Frankie grinned, and he felt himself yearning
to get on with it. "To hell with it," he thought to himself, "I'm going to
get fucked soon and that's the important thing." He could already feel the
warmth spreading through his genitals.

"I'm going to use this room for a studio," added Toby. "Everything is
perfect just as it is."

Toby moved about the room like a master director, shifting a piece of
furniture here, moving a lamp there, until he was satisfied with his
arrangements. "Danny, give m e a hand with this equipment, will you? You
boys have another drink of wine and take it easy until we get everything
set up!"

Frankie and Jay sipped another glass of wine and watched the two guys set
up the equipment. They were both impressed by the fancy array of gadgets
Toby had assembled from the cases of equipment he'd brought up. Frankie
found himself wanting to believe Toby's story about the film. At the very
least, he was excited by the idea of being fucked silly or whatever in
front of a camera. It was like having his talents recorded for posterity,
even though he wasn't quite sure what those talents might be. By the time
Toby and Danny had everything set up to their satisfaction, the boys were
anxious to get on with the filming.

When Toby went outside to get one last piece of equipment, Danny poured
himself a drink and sat down with the boys. "There's still time to change
your minds about this," he said quietly. "Are you sure you want to go
through with this?"

"You bet, lover!" Jay giggled and reached over to fondle Danny's cock
through his pants. He was really anticipating making the movie, and it was
all he could do to keep himself from fucking Danny before the film got
started. Danny could feel his cock responding to Jay's hand. He'd never
fucked anyone in front of someone else . . . except last night, of course,
but that was without his knowing it.

At first he worried about being able to get an erection with people
watching, but his throbbing cock told him he would have no trouble. He
hoped he could fuck Frankie first. He wanted to feel that little arsehole
tightening around his feverish cock while he pumped into him. Jay was a
great lay, all right, but it never hurt to try something new and different
once in awhile.

He'd suggested to Toby one sequence could be of the two boys sucking his
cock, but Toby had only promised to think about it. The self-styled film
maker came back into the room with a light meter and told them he was ready
to begin. He insisted they all come to the center of the room for
directions.

"Okay. Frankie, you will be the dream image of the boy . . . you're what
the boy thinks of as himself. The first part of this sequence, this dream,
the boy is seeing himself on the outside of a relationship. He sees his
imagined lover with another boy, and he symbolically fights for him without
success. Jay can represent the mysterious boy who is waiting to have
Danny. He wins him without a fight. The only struggle is within the
dreaming boy himself. Do you understand?" Toby looked directly at Frankie,
his mouth wide and smiling.

"You mean, I watch while Jay gets fucked!" Frankie said bluntly. The wine
had given him courage, and he was disappointed he was to be left out of the
sex. "Well, not exactly. I'll tell you what to do as we go along!" Toby
replied, and it was apparent he wasn't the least disturbed by the boy's
bluntness. He went around switching on small lighting units he'd set up,
and one area of the room was suddenly bathed in cold, white light. Jay was
thoroughly enjoying the whole idea and was half-undressed before Toby got
around to calling for it.

"If you all strip, I'll give you your positions," the curly brown-haired
film maker announced, and in spite of the newness of group sex for all of
them, the whole atmosphere seemed to dampen any embarrassment they might
have otherwise felt.

"Let's get down to it!" Jay said, and as he was the first one with his
clothes off, Toby positioned him on the fur-skin rug in front of the
fireplace. He had the boy kneel down on all fours with his rounded young
buttocks up in the air, ready to receive his boyfriend's cock dog-fashion.

Toby told him not to move, but only to watch Danny and Frankie by turning
his head to the side. His heart pounding madly, the blond-haired teenager
stripped off his clothes, too, and seeing Jay naked on the rug made him
even more excited. When he walked over to his friend, Toby had already
positioned himself behind the camera, and the lights were so bright Frankie
could barely see the camera and found it easy to ignore it. It was like
another world, a goldfish bowl. All he could see was the rug, Danny and
Jay, and the bright lights.

The room beyond the lights didn't exist anymore. It was nothing more than a
ring of blackness not the least important. What was important was the
hardened cock jutting out from the bush of pubic hair at Danny's loins. He
didn't even hear Toby's directions when he went to Danny and took his big
hard cock in his small cool hand. He could see in Danny's eyes the
excitement his naked body brought to him, and when his fingers wrapped
around his cock, it throbbed and pulsated as if a magic button had been
pressed. In his half-drunken state, Frankie thought it was the biggest cock
he'd ever seen, and he fondled it lovingly. It was so thick, his thumb and
forefinger didn't meet when he formed into an "O" shape around the pulsing
organ.

Squeezing it tightly, Frankie pulled the foreskin back as he ran his
fingers down the length of it, and the rubbery flesh of the swollen purple
head seemed to grow even larger. He wanted to have it inside his arsehole,
not watching it fuck Jay.

Pumping his hand rhythmically along the thick cock, the aroused teenage boy
dropped his other hand down to his own solid erection, four inches of
pinkish brown throbbing flesh that looked naively innocent compared to
Danny's massive hard-on.

The sound of the whirring camera was not disturbing anyone in the room, and
Toby decided to keep his mouth shut for fear of disrupting the scene going
on before him. It was working out much better than he expected, and he
pressed his eye to the viewfinder of the camera to watch carefully as he
zoomed in to a closeup of Frankie's face, struck again by ho9w absurdly
beautiful the boy was.

He was sure the three people whom he was filming were going to provide him
with the best fuck film ever made, and he wanted the action to be as
natural as possible. Tilting the camera down for a closeup of Frankie's
body, he grinned to himself as he realized he was far better looking than
any other boy in pornographic films he'd ever seen. He stopped the tilt
when he saw Frankie's fingers working hard on the tip of his own cock, then
zoomed back to include his hand on Danny's cock in the shot.

Frankie was moving his sexy young body like a puppy in heat, and Danny's
cock was jerking hard from his delicate touch. It was perfect, and Toby
continued filming as he quickly calculated other possible activities for
the three people to perform together.

Danny was tall and muscular, his dark hair a nice accent to his smooth,
tanned body, but Frankie was mostly impressed with his cock. Hanging below
the dark bush of his pubic hair was the sperm-heavy sac holding his balls,
and as he worked his fingers over the long, pulsingly hard column, the
balls looked as though they would burst from the sheer pressure of his cum.

Frankie could just imagine them swinging like a twin pendulum between his
cheeks as the thick shaft drove hard into his arsehole, and he squeezed his
fingers around the cock, wishing feverishly he could get to really fuck him
like he'd never done it to any boy before. The effects of the numerous
drinks Jay had consumed were causing him to forget what he was waiting for,
and he just stayed kneeling down, his head resting between his arms. He
knew he was going to be fucked by Danny, and he felt as though he would
have to wait until he was ready to do it.

The warmth of the lights all around made his naked buttocks seem more than
just uncovered. His excited anticipation was causing the moisture to form
in the folds of his bumcheeks, and the heat around his body only whetted
his lust. He was going to be fucked and he was willing to wait . . . but
not for long.

"Fuck me good, later, Danny," Frankie whispered, his lips close to his
ear. He didn't want Jay to overhear what he was saying, but he wanted that
man-sized cock deep up inside of his arse.

The sixteen-year-old youth turned to look directly at him, and his warm,
brown eyes made the boy's heart pound even more from the obvious lust in
their depths. He could see he wanted to put his throbbing cock in his
liquid arsehole, but then he turned his head toward Jay.

Danny was thinking of the money Toby had promised him for his help, and in
spite of his desire for Frankie, he was going to follow his instructions to
the letter. Placing his hands on Frankie's hips, he moved his mouth closer
to his ears. "Later," he said, and as if in emphasis to his simple
statement, he gave his bum a gentle squeeze.

"Now! Please now!" Frankie pleaded, and he sat down on the mattress,
throwing his legs out wide so Danny could get a clear view of his moistly
pink-brown arsehole. The young man looked down at his sensuous body for a
moment, almost overwhelmed with his lust for the boy, but then he moved
toward the bent-over Jay. His cock stood out straight from his belly, the
purple head looking like a thick, blunt cudgel on the end of a long stick.

Without hesitating another moment, he knelt down on the mattress between
the spread, creamy thighs Jay held up to him, and as if on cue, Jay reached
his hand back between his legs to take the now rock-hard cock in his
hand. Frankie recognized the situation was hopeless for him, at least for
the moment, and he moved closer to Jay to get a good look while he
continued to tease his own hard tingling shaft with his hand.

Frankie lay flat on the rug, his face next to Jay's so he could see up
between Jay's legs, and then he spread his legs out wide so that Danny
could see him fingering and playing with his own over-heated arsehole.

Toby was just about to interrupt and tell Frankie to move and stop blocking
the camera's view of Jay and Danny, but when Frankie lay back on the rug,
he was pleased with his subsequent position, and he kept his mouth shut. He
was able to get Frankie's self-fingering on film at the same time he was
filming Danny fucking Jay.

Unconsciously, Frankie used his finger to follow the progress of Danny's
fucking cock entering Jay, his own extended finger fucking into his own
burning ring at the same time. The puckered pink flesh suddenly folded
inward, and Frankie stared as the thick head disappeared inside the tight
opening of Jay's hot little arsehole.

Following suit, he pushed his finger inside his own boiling arsehole, and
in spite of his disappointment that it was only his own finger, he felt a
lewdly exciting sensation flash through his body.

"OOoouuuhh!" Jay squealed, and he lurched forward slightly to keep Danny
from driving his lust-engorged cock all the way inside. He wanted to wait
until his arsehole stretched to accommodate the massive organ, and Danny
obligingly held back from shoving his cock all the way to the hilt in one
long stroke.

The tightness of the hot arsehole around the head of his throbbing cock
made the youth's balls draw up with excited pressure. He had to fight to
keep his cum from squirting out right then and there, and being able to
clearly see Frankie's finger plunging in and out of his gaping ring didn't
help his control in the least.

Suddenly Jay's warm fingers reached back and made contact with his balls,
and the tantalizing caress caused him to shove forward hard, pushing his
thick cock in an even-paced thrust down his warm rectal passage until his
pelvis smacked hard against his widespread ass-cheeks.

"Uuuuuggghhh!" Jay groaned as the thick cock slid into the depths of his
wanus. He could feel the huge spongy tip stretching the walls of his
arsehole as it plunged into him, and every nerve of his passion-drenched
passage was transmitting the sensation to his brain. It felt hot and it
felt good. Frankie was amazed to see the long fleshy cock disappear so
smoothly and easily completely up into his friend's tight little hole, and
he leaned closer to watch the dog-style coupling.

Reaching his hand back between his thighs again to touch Danny's balls, Jay
felt the throbbing head of his cock fill him up completely like a huge turd
entering rather than leaving his body. Danny was completely filling his
ring with his huge member, and he could tell he was already near the point
of shooting his hot stored-up cum deep into his bowels. The wine he'd drunk
was making his head fuzzy, but at the same time, it seemed to heighten the
sensations in his arsehole. Touching the twin sacs of the youth's balls
with the tips of his gentle fingers, he could feel the pressure swirling
inside, his sperm anxious for release.

Then, slowly, Danny began to withdraw his cock from his depths, and Jay
raised his buttocks to feel the full sensation of its movement within
him. When only the blood-swollen cock-head remained inside him, he arched
his hips back to give the older boy complete access to his hungry,
wide-stretched arsehole. The throbbing cock plowed back into him fiercely
like a steam locomotive.

"Yessss! Fuck me like that!" Jay screamed as Danny's cock filled his
arsehole with his rapid thrusts. The bulb-shaped tip pushed into the lower
wall of his bowels, and the slithering sensation of the long plunge raced
through him with such force he lifted his knees clear of the rug; then he
instantly started to rhythmically pound his long, rampant member in and out
of the burning rectal passage. Frankie couldn't take his eyes from the
lewdly pounding couple next to him, and as Danny's cock withdrew from Jay's
tight arsehole, he could see the white lubricating fluid clinging stickily
to the long shaft, mixed with traces of light brown stickiness.

At that moment, Frankie was swept with jealousy, angry he wasn't being
fucked savagely instead of Jay. It didn't matter Danny was Jay's
boyfriend. What did count was that there was a big erect cock so close, but
it wasn't fucking his arsehole. He had to be satisfied with his fingers,
and they were proving to be woefully inadequate in comparison.

As Danny drove his cock forward into Jay's wet, frantically clasping
arsehole, Frankie could see the brown flesh fold inward, then it would roll
out with the cock's withdrawal, as if Jay's arsehole was sucking,
mouth-like at the hard cock, trying frantically to keep the thick cock from
leaving his arsehole. Each time Danny pushed into his arsehole again, Jay
spread his legs out a little bit wider, making it easier for him to probe
even deeper up into his gut. Frankie turned his gaze to Danny's face, and
he was surprised to find out he was not looking down at Jay's buttocks but
instead was watching the boy's own frantic fingers working desperately on
his own cock.

Wanting to feel everything his blond-haired friend was feeling, Frankie
dropped his free hand down to the crevice of his buttocks. He pushed his
middle finger between his satin cheeks in search of his anus, and finding
the tiny hole, he worked the extended finger slowly inside himself. At
first, the pain was more than he could bear, and he stopped pushing his
driving finger in any deeper.

He wondered why Jay hadn't screamed out when he felt Danny's cock, failing
to realise Danny had fucked Jay at least a dozen times before, but seeing
the look of complete ecstasy on his boy friend's face, he went on to push
his finger further up into his own arsehole.

Frankie shoved his lewdly skewering finger in as deep as it would go,
feeling a jolting sensation dancing up his spine. It was like a strangely
masochistic pleasure, and he began to fuck the finger in his anus in time
to the fingers wrapped round his cock. It was feeling fantastic, and he
knew he was going to succeed in bringing himself to a climax.

With his heart pounding faster than ever, Toby reached up to wipe the
perspiration from his forehead without taking his eyes from the viewfinder
of the camera. He knew everything was going to explode at any moment, and
he wanted to be sure he didn't miss anything.

"OOOOHHH! Please! Yeh! Give it to me! Fuck my arsehole! Please!" Jay
screamed. The spasms in his ass were becoming more and more intense, and he
clamped the strong muscle of his anus down hard on Danny's throbbing
erection. He knew he was nearing his climax, and he rode back against the
hard cock in his arsehole like a wanton whore. He wanted hot sticky cum
filling his anus to overflowing, squirting up inside his arsehole until he
almost burst from the pressure.

The tight slick arsehole walls around his cock seemed like rippling waves
of pleasure, and Danny could feel the unbearable pleasure in his balls
building to a point beyond containment. He pushed his hard cock to the
maximum depths of his hungrily clasping young arsehole, and then he looked
down at Frankie on the rug beside them. The boy was glassy-eyed in his
passionate heights, and his fingers were working furiously in both his
arsehole and on his hard-on. His mouth was half-open, and he was muttering
out lewd words as the liquid in his cock spourted out around his pumping
fingers.

Danny kept staring at the lust-driven teenager as he arched his strong
torso forward, and he felt the fantastic sensation of his hot sticky cum
beginning its circuitous route to the tip of his swollen cock.

"OOOOOHHH! OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHH!" Jay grunted as he felt the long hard pole
plunge deep up inside his arsehole, the head swelling out like it was going
to explode, and his brain shattered into a giant profusion of orgasmic joy.

"AAAAGCGHHH! OOOHHHH! FFFUUUCCCKKK! I'MM CCUUUMMMIIIINNNGGGG!" Jay bucked
wildly back, his screaming lungs making animal-like sounds as his arsehole
contracted around the blood-filled cock buried deep up inside his
bum. Leaning back to hold his cock inside the blond-haired boy's liquid
hole, Danny felt the gripping pleasure of his cum traveling up the length
of his cock. "I'm cuuummmiinggg!" he groaned, and with a mighty jerk, his
hot sticky fluid exploded from the tip of his excited organ the first hot
burst making Jay scream with joy.

The walls of Jay's arsehole were rhythmically clasping and unclasping the
throbbing cock as each burst of his cum splashed deeper inside him. A hot
sticky liquid spilled out around the thickness of his own cock, covering
his pubic hair with its liquid warmth, and slowly running down his balls
and thighs. Jay was in heaven. It was as if he'd finally gotten the gift
promised to him hours before by Toby, and he hung onto the pleasure like a
greedy child.

Nothing else mattered but that every moment was better than the last as the
tremendous spasms of ecstasy shot through his entire body. His mind flashed
over the sensations filling his body, the hard spewing column of flesh in
his arsehole sending out wave after wave of pleasure as the bursts of hot
cum spurted inside him.

Loosening and tightening at the muscles in his inner thighs as his arsehole
contracted around his fingers, Frankie felt the pleasure of his own climax
from deep within his balls. The middle finger of his left hand was shoved
all the way inside his arsehole, and he could feel the rippling walls of
his arsehole around the fingers buried inside it. It felt good, but he was
staring at the writhing couple beside him, their bodies bucking together in
the heights of ecstasy. Jay was flailing back and forth while he shoved his
widespread buttocks back against the hard pounding cock buried deep in his
arsehole.

There was only one thing Frankie was missing, the hot blast of cum from a
huge swollen cock, but he felt somewhat satisfied by the manipulations of
his own fingers. Watching closely, he could see the white sticky mixture of
their cum running down their tightly pressed bodies, and it splashed in
glistening wet spots onto the tanned flesh of Danny's leg. Jay had really
been fucked good, Frankie thought, and he would be next.

As the spasms in his belly died down, Frankie again remembered where he
was, and he stared out into the darkness surrounding the lights for a sign
of life. Squinting into the brightness, he finally located the camera with
Toby still pressing his eye to the viewfinder. Jay and Danny collapsed
together on the rug, and they were breathing so hard Frankie couldn't tell
if the camera was still running.

"Oh, man!" Jay exclaimed as he lay flat on his belly with Danny still
mounted on top of him. They were obviously exhausted from the extreme
coupling, and Frankie smiled at their obscene position on the rug. Without
waiting another minute, Frankie pulled his fingers from his arsehole let
his cock go, wanting to save his orgasm for when it really mattered.

Screening his eyes from the brightness in front of him, he looked directly
at the camera. "Hey! So now what?" he asked in a sexy voice, and it sounded
like he was asking for directions to be fucked. The lights suddenly went
out, and a lamp in the corner of the big room was all that remained visible
for a second.

When his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room, he found Toby
standing near a recorder, and he walked over to him. He was experiencing a
new feeling in that he was completely unselfconscious over his nakedness as
he approached Toby. "Was everything okay?"

"Yeah, just fine. I didn't shoot it all, but I got a good beginning to the
dream," Toby lied. He had already calculated what he wanted next, but he
wasn't going to divulge that information until the right moment.

Frankie rubbed his nipples seductively as Toby stood up from the
recorder. "How did I look?" he whispered, his bottom still burning with
lewd excitement. He hoped Toby would take him to bed that very moment, but
he was to be disappointed. "You looked beautiful, baby!" Toby said smiling.

"I've never seen a boy as sensuous as you!" The compliment was intended to
flatter Frankie so he could have his continued cooperation, but he was also
telling his the truth. He really was the most sensual young boy he'd ever
seen. "Jesus Christ, I'm tired!" Danny said suddenly. The other three burst
out laughing at his obvious distress.

After Danny and Toby had gone to bed for a couple of hours, Frankie and Jay
lay on the rug and argued about what to fix for dinner. When they finally
had settled on a quick snack of hamburgers and Cokes, they couldn't make up
their minds who should do the cooking. Ultimately, Frankie gave in and went
into the kitchen to prepare their snack. Jay was still lying on the rug
when Frankie brought the tray with their food back into the front room.

Less than two days ago they would have both been shocked at the suggestion
of appearing in pornographic home movies. Despite Toby's protestations,
Frankie could still not bring himself to believe everything he'd told them
about the movie being for a film festival. Still, he and Jay had been given
a choice and they had both decided to go ahead with the movie. "Do you
think the camera operates automatically so all of us can be fucking at
once?" Jay asked.

"Let's hope so," grinned Frankie, a mouthful of Coke and burger making hos
words sound even more suggestive.

They were still chatting away happily when Toby emerged from his bedroom
stretching and yawning a couple of hours later.

"Where's Danny?" asked Jay.

"We don't need him for this next sequence, so I thought I'd let him sleep
for awhile. Is there anymore coffee?" He sat down on the couch next to
Frankie while Jay went to the kitchen to get him coffee.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" he said to the grim-visaged Frankie.

"Just fine, Toby!"

Frankie's reply was cold and unfriendly.

"But I think it's about time we settled a couple of things! First, I'm not
at all sure I believe you about what the movie is for!" he motioned for him
to remain quiet as he tried to interr upt his.

"Secondly, I'm not going to sit here and watch everyone else get screwed!
Is that clear?"

"Jesus, Frankie, take it easy will you?" Toby pleaded, sensing Frankie was
close to spoiling all his plans. "I don't know how else I can convince you
I'm telling you the truth!" He put his arms around his and pulled the boy
to him, his hands beginning a slow, passionate massage of his back and
hips.

"As for not getting any of the action, well, I promise you that won't
happen again!" He could feel Frankie's warm body begin to respond to his
caresses and he increased the area of his massage by slipping one hand
underneath the thin shirt and moving the palm of his hand over his smooth
satin-like chest. The boy's nipples started to come erect, and a warm
feeling began to spread through his loins. As he opened his mouth to speak
again, Toby brought his face to his, and his mouth closed over his parted
lips.

Just as he relaxed and began to spread his legs apart, they heard Jay's
voice. "Wow! You two don't waste any time, do you?" Jay was standing in
front of the couch, a cup of coffee in his hand. Toby and Frankie pulled
apart quickly and Toby took the coffee from Jay. He knew everything was all
right for the moment, but he told himself he would have to be damned
careful with Frankie. He was no fool and it would be a serious mistake if
he didn't make sure he got fucked soon.

He gulped down the hot coffee and smiled at Frankie. "I guarantee you
you'll get all the fucking you want tonight! Okay?" Frankie's arsehole was
burning with desire and he could only nod in assent. All of his misgivings
were gone for the moment, and he wanted nothing more than to feel the
ecstasy of orgasm exploding within his flaming arsehole. If he didn't get
fucked soon it would be more than he could stand.

Toby got up and went to one of the black equipment cases piled on the
floor. He opened it and took out a smaller package in his lap.

"What do you have there?" Jay asked, reaching out to take the package.

"Just a minute!" Toby said sharply, and Jay took his hand away. "I want to
explain the scene we'll be doing!"

He very dramatically pulled the contents out of the box, and he held up a
large dildo in front of the boys' astonished faces. "With this!" he
announced, and he handed the rubber cock to Jay.

"You're crazy!" Jay exclaimed, holding the dildo like some diseased object,
but at the same time he was fascinated by the strange device. He had never
seen a dildo before, and he stared at all its intricacies.

Frankie started laughing again as he realized what the plan was, only his
laughter was more nervous than jovial. It was a lewd, vile idea, and he
didn't want to be subjected to such an obscene seduction. Yet his hole
burned at the sight of the dildo, and he could feel the hungry feeling in
the pit of his stomach growing more intense. The dildo was pink-colored,
and it looked just like a hugely erect cock, except that it wasn't on a
man. In spite of his distaste, Frankie found himself wondering what the
large hard rubber object would feel like inside his ring.

"I'm not going to do it!" Jay suddenly stated, and he held the huger cock
out for Toby to take back.

Of course you are!" Toby said quickly, and his tone had an edge to it made
Jay hesitate. He was smiling, but there was a hardness to his expression
that frightened him. He thought of the photographs Toby had taken
earlier. For the first time the thought came to him he could have made
other prints from the negatives before he burned them! Giving up the prints
would be meaningless if he could have others to hold over them!

"Don't worry, I'll direct you through the whole act," Toby said in a more
pleasant tone. He was the director of the film and he was going to be
obeyed, of course. "You needn't take it all seriously, you know. That's
part of being a good actor," he added, and he was looking directly at
Frankie. The boy hadn't said anything yet, but he was convinced he wasn't
going to give him anymore trouble. "Frankie, you just listen to what I say,
and everything will be all right.

Remember, the boy is dreaming this whole thing, so you will have to pretend
you are enjoying it." Toby started moving around various pieces of
equipment as he spoke, getting things ready to shoot again. When he turned
the lights on, Frankie felt isolated again in another world. The
apprehensive teenager looked away from the lights as they came on, and he
saw Jay was holding the dildo like some foreign object not to be
touched. He took it from him and immediately felt the full length of the
hard rubber cock.

There was no life to it, but it seemed like a warm object
nonetheless. hewas dismayed and disappointed at the planned scene, but he
still felt it would prove an interesting experience. He smiled at Jay, who
was still a little confused, and handed the dildo back to him.

"It's bigger than anything I've ever taken," he said smiling, making a
comment about Toby, and Jay felt more at ease as he realized there was a
camaraderie between himself and Frankie.

"So what do I do first?" Jay asked boldly, his mind made up to enjoy the
part he was given.

"Do I just stick this thing in his arsehole, or what?"

"It's a dream! You've got to seduce me!" Frankie said without waiting for
Toby to reply. He was getting strangely excited about the part, too, and he
was beginning to think the whole experience might be a lot of fun. Toby
switched on the last of his equipment before moving behind the
camera. After checking the camera out, he decided it was ready to roll.

"Okay, this is what I want," he commanded in his best directorial voice,
"Frankie, you are lying on the rug as if in a dream. I want you to run your
hands over your hips and thighs as if waiting for someone to fuck
you. Then, Jay, you stand over there," he continued. He moved Jay to a
point just out of camera range, to show where he meant.

"Now you stay there until I tell you to move, then you go to Frankie, and
begin to make love to him. I'll tell you when to bring the dildo out," he
added. He placed the dildo within reach of Frankie's naked body. Then,
checking the lighting one more time, he returned to the camera. He pressed
his eye to the viewfinder, and adjusted the lens to take in all of
Frankie's naked young body.

The familiar feeling of being in a goldfish bowl took over again for
Frankie. He was lying flat on his back, legs out, a slight distance apart,
and he could see nothing at all except the bright lights around him. He was
going to be fucked, and suddenly it didn't matter by whom or by what, it
was enough just to be fully satisfied. It was the mixed sensation of
feeling isolated while at the same time knowing he was being observed made
him passionate, and he found himself anxious to get on with it.

"All right, Frankie, action!" came the voice out of the darkness, but it
wasn't necessary since he was already beginning to fondle his body. His
hands were like distant objects, intended only to stimulate and make his
feel good.

Frankie spread his legs wide apart to give himself ample access, and he
then worked his middle finger around the tight opening of his rectal
passage. The trembling crevice was wet and warm, and his finger slipped
easily inside the glove-like hole. It felt good, but his mind was thinking
about the huge dildo that lay nearby.

In a few moments he would have that big cock fucking into his arsehole and
the thought was enough to make his scream for it.

"OOOOOH! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" Frankie pleaded to no one in
particular, but Toby thought he was just doing a good job of acting. So did
Jay at first, but when Toby told him to get ready, he was already thinking
about doing the same thing Frankie was doing.

Jay knelt down beside him, and, after a few moments of playing with his
erection, Jay searched for the elastic opening to Frankie's shit chute, and
running his finger along the ragged brown flesh of his pucker, he felt the
moisture of his friend's passion.

For a time, Jay played his finger over the opening as if undecided whether
or not to plunge the seeking finger inside. Drawing his legs up while
throwing them out as wide as possible, Frankie lifted his hips off the rug
to try to screw his arsehole up around Jay's probing finger. He wanted to
have something inside the tight walls of his passage, fucking into his
steaming arsehole like a narrow hot spit being stuck into a roast.

It was maddeningly titillating the way Jay started to dip his finger
inside, then playfully retreated just when Frankie thought it was going all
the way up his arsehole. Finally, just at the peak of the balance between
arousal and frustration, Jay plunged his extended middle finger up into the
warm depths of his arsehole.

"OOOOh! God! Yesss!" Frankie thought he would climax right then and there,
the plunging finger felt so good, and he arched his hips up to take it as
deep as it would go. Jay wiggled his finger inside the moist passage until
Frankie thought he could climb the walls with pleasure, and he wanted more.

"Jay! Get the dildo, then kneel over his face!" The voice sounded distant
and strange to Frankie, and he hated it for stopping Jay from doing those
wonderful things. Jay's lips were gone from his nipples, and his finger
pulled from the groaning teenager's arsehole.

Frankie opened his eyes to see what had happened. When Jay returned with
the dildo, the sight of the huge cock made Frankie's belly jerk with
excitement. He was going to be fucked by that huge thing, and his own
friend was going to do it. The lust-driven boy knew his pleasures would be
twice what they had already been with Jay's finger, and he suddenly lost
all anger at the voice from behind the bright lights.

Hovering over Frankie's writhing body for an instant, Jay looked at the
giant dildo in his hand, then licked the enormous tip with his pink tongue
to moisten it. He was going to give Frankie a fucking he would never
forget! Moving easily and swiftly, Jay knelt down so his knees were placed
on either side of Frankie's head, and then he spread his knees out until
his open exposed ring was just a few inches above the waiting teenager's
face, his own face between Frankie's widespread legs.

Then, leaning forward across Frankie's belly, the young lad reached over
Frankie's hips to point the dildo at the opening of his arsehole. Resting
on his elbows left both his hands free to maneuver the rubber cock up into
Frankie's brown ring. The blond-haired boy had his eyes wide open as Jay
lowered his own buttocks within inches of his face. He had never really
seen an arsehole so close up before, and the sight made him even more
excited.

Reaching with his arms up over Jay's thighs, Frankie gripped the firm
globular cheeks of the blond boy's buttocks with each hand, then pulled the
cheeks apart to see the hairless puckered anus.

Working his fingers slowly down, he pulled the loose lips of Jay's arsehole
apart, and there directly over his mouth was the ragged brown opening of
his ring. Suddenly wanting to give Jay pleasure like he was about to get,
Frankie stretched his pink tongue out to touch it to his friend's pooh
ring. Jay responded to the pleasure by lowering his arsehole more, and he
moaned out loud when Frankie ran his tongue along the puckered slit until
it was pressed against the tight rectal opening.

The pungent taste of Jay's secretions inspired Frankie to go on, and
raising his head up slightly, Frankie drove his tongue deep up inside the
clasping hot arsehole.

"OOOOOhhhh! Frankie!" Jay groaned as he felt the warm tongue probing into
his sensitive depths. It felt good, and for a moment Jay forgot all about
the dildo and his friend's moist, expectantly waiting arsehole. Then as
Frankie worked his tongue in and out of his arsehole, Jay looked down at
the dildo, and he placed the thick tip against the opening of Frankie's
anus. He remembered he was going to give Frankie a fucking with that cock
he'd never forget.

The contact of the cock-like dildo against his open arsehole felt just like
a real cock, and Frankie wiggled his hips in an attempt to make Jay push it
up inside his hungry arsehole. Jay seemed to be holding it back, and so
Frankie stretched his tongue out as far as he could inside Jay's arsehole
as if to show him what he wanted.

It worked because he suddenly felt the pressure against his arsehole
increase, and the thick phallus suddenly stretched his passage out to size,
the huge end popping wetly inside the tiny elastic ring.

"OOoooh! It's so biggggg!" Frankie moaned, and he lifted his hips up to
meet the downward thrust of the dildo. Jay drove it in with a steady pace,
and Frankie felt the walls of his arsehole wrapping tightly around its huge
size. It slid smoothly inside the passage, going deeper and deeper, until
Frankie thought it would just keep on coming. Nothing that long had ever
been shoved inside his arsehole before, and when it finally hit the bottom,
the flame that was burning in his bowels flared up higher.

"UUUUUggghhhhh!" Frankie had to pull his tongue from Jay's arsehole as he
pushed his hips down to keep the giant phallus from tearing him apart. He
hadn't expected it to go on to such depths, and he was afraid it would push
right on through into his belly.

It had all happened too fast. Frankie wanted to make it last much longer,
but the insistently graduating rhythm of the dildo in his arsehole was
pushing him to heights he'd never known. He licked at Jay's arsehole with
his tongue working in and out in time to the fucking in his own arsehole,
and staring up at the puckered anus near his fingertips gave Frankie an
additional idea.

He was determined to make Jay climax too, so he slowly worked his finger
toward the elastic ring of flesh without stopping the licking of his
arsehole. Frankie's tongue in his arsehole was making his shit hole more
and more excited, and Jay began to grind his hips with the same passionate
rhythm he'd established. He couldn't help thinking about Toby, and the fact
he was watching what he was doing to Frankie from behind a camera.

Jay was determined to keep his own role only an act until he suddenly felt
Frankie's finger probing into his anus, and the rippling pleasure he felt
made his mind whirl back to the sensual pleasures he was experiencing.

"Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh!" Jay screamed as his arsehole contracted again and
again, his internal fluids rippling in spasms down around Frankie's
screwing tongue, and the working teenager pressed his mouth against the
opening, sucking in the hot juices. It threw his whole body into heights of
ecstatic joy he'd never known before.

It was obscene and lewd, and it was tremendous pleasure. Frankie sucked
like a greedy animal, mad with thirst, at his friend's arsehole, and the
sheer baseness of his act made his own climax that much greater. He closed
his eyes to see stars bursting everywhere, and his hole jerked out of
control, spasming agin and again. Jay kept the dildo deeply buried in his
friend's contracting arsehole, afraid if he pulled it out Frankie would
remove his fingers and tongue from his own squirming anus.

"Ooooooooh! Dammmmnnnnn! Give it to me! Give it to me, Jay! I'm
cummiiiilnnnnnggggg!" Frankie screamed out his pleasure with such intensity
Jay nearly stopped, but then realizing he'd accomplished what he set out to
do, Jay worked furiously at Frankie's widespread groin. His own bottom
began to stop jerking with his climax, and he was better able to
concentrate on making Frankie go on begging for more.

Frankie hung onto the peak of his tremendous climax for as long as he could
maintain his strength, and felt his fluid spitting out of his cock to cling
warmly to his belly and chest, then slowly trickle down the crevice of his
tummy button. It was like he'd been soaring in a sky filled with sensual
ecstasy, and it took several minutes before his anus stopped jerking with
the after-sensations of orgasm.

Toby was thrilled with the performance of the two young boys, and he knew
their pleasure had been real. Seeing it was just about over, he turned off
the camera and walked over to where the boys lay panting with exhaustion
and satisfaction. Jay still had his hand around the giant dildo buried deep
in Frankie's anus. With a loud plop he pulled it out and brought it close
to his face. He could see the wet juices from Frankie's anus still clinging
to it.

"That was good! That was very good!" Toby announced with a smile.

"Good?" Frankie said, smiling back at him, "it was beautiful!"

In Frankie's bedroom it was dark and quiet. The heavy drapes had been
pulled to keep the bright morning sunlight from coming in. Frankie lay
there awake, the only sound coming from the soft snores of Toby who lay
beside his.

He wanted to get up to go to the bathroom but was afraid if he did it would
waken the sleeping young man. He could feel his full bladder pressing on
his lower stomach and the sensation was not unpleasant. One hand rested
lightly on his groin, the thumb and forefinger playing idly with strands of
damp pubic hair.

Frankie's mind kept going over the feelings he'd experienced last night as
the huge dildo brought him to climax. It had been almost as good as the
first time he'd been fucked in the cove. Almost as good, but not quite. But
there were other sensations contributing to his orgasm last night. His busy
tongue sucking and licking at Jay's sweet anus had enhanced his passion,
there was no question about that.

He wondered if their relationship would ever be the same again. But there
was something else - some faint emotion he could not yet classify. He tried
to concentrate, as hard as he could, to remember every detail of how he'd
felt. Then, suddenly, he knew what it was! It was his knowledge Toby's eyes
had been upon him as he screamed out his pleasure! He needed to be seen as
his climax wracked his young body. It made the sensations all that much
more intense to know someone was watching him! It all seemed so simple now
he'd thought it out. That was why he had a need to be in the film despite
his objections.

Toby was stirring in his sleep. His strong arms stretching out as his body
shifted. Frankie slipped quietly from the bed and went into the bathroom to
shower and dress. If he hurried he could go down to the cove and have a
swim before anyone else was up. He needed to be alone with his thoughts
before the day began. And, who knows, one day the stranger might return.

When Frankie left the little cove and returned to the lodge, the sunlight
was bright overhead. He went into the front room and found the other three
talking animatedly. They were seated on couches and in front of them the
remains of breakfast lay on a large coffee table.

Jay and Danny waved to him and continued to sip coffee. Frankie could see
Jay looked satisfied and happy. He felt close to Jay now, as close as he'd
ever felt to anyone.

Their experience last night had been a shared pleasure! Something tha t
brought people together. He wanted to go over and throw his arms around Jay
and tell him exactly how he felt. He felt no jealousy at all now about the
fact Danny had fucked Jay instead of him. He could have both of the boys
for all Frankie cared. Anything to make him happy!

"Ready for the final scene?" asked Toby, stroking Frankie's hair. "I'm
going to set the camera on automatic, then we'll all be in the
film. Whatever happens from then on, happens. This is the orgy scene, the
climax of the young boy's dreams, so to speak."

It was not out of any lack of interest in having Jay's sweet young anus
over his face again, but rather, Frankie was interested in Toby's words
about an orgy. He wanted him to clarify his intentions so there would be no
possibility he would be left out again.

"What kind of orgy, Toby?" he asked. He addressed his question in the
direction of the camera, unable to see him. "Don't worry about it,
Frankie," Toby replied, mistaking his query for an expression of doubt
about joining in group sex. "Once you and Jay are warmed up, we'll just see
what happens. I promise you you'll enjoy it!"

"Are we going to choose partners, or what?" Jay interrupted, wanting to
make sure Frankie wasn't just an onlooker this time.

Toby was becoming irritated. He wanted to get on with it. He had plans for
both boys in this sequence and his cock was throbbing with anticipation. It
had been all he could do the last two days to keep from fucking both of the
boys and he wanted no further delays. "I told you! It's an orgy scene!
Everyone is going to get into the act!" His voice was that of the director
again, patient but firm. "Frankie! You stretch out and let Jay get on top
of you like last night. The only difference is that we won't use the dildo
this time. Just do what comes naturally, okay?"

Jay quickly spread his body over his friend. His knees were on either side
of Frankie's head, spread out and exposing his well-used anus to Frankie's
view. He brought his own head downward until it was only a few inches from
Frankie's anus. He could see every detail of it and he became enormously
excited at the thought of what he was about to do. His arms went under
Frankie's legs and he pulled them apart gently to make room for his head.

As he did so, the tender brown lips of Frankie's ring opened, exposing the
treacle-coloured flesh of his anus, moist and inviting. Jay could hardly
wait to bring his tongue down on that little secret crevice. He licked his
lips nervously as he waited for Toby to signal them to begin. He could feel
Frankie's hot breath as his friend exhaled, sending tingles through his
lower body.

"Action!" Toby announced suddenly, and the boys could hear the whir of the
camera begin. Almost at the same time, each of the boys brought their heads
toward the other's hungrily waiting anus.

Jay's tongue came out first and he decided to set the pace and hope Frankie
would follow. He began a slow sensuous twirling motion as he felt Frankie's
hips respond with a lazy gyration. He could feel Frankie's tongue doing
exactly the same thing to his anus, and he was grateful Frankie had
understood what he wanted.

For a second it paused at the elastic opening to his anus, then it moved
backward and from side to side, tasting the musky but not unpleasant
secretions. His own anus was burning up with desire and Frankie followed
the same pattern. Bringing his tongue out full length and flattening it as
much as possible, Jay began to lick the sweet flesh in earnest, his saliva
mixing with the lubricating juices that slid from the silky anus.

Both boys moaned with pleasure at the same time, forcing their bodies
closer in an effort to savor every bit of the delicious sensations they
gave each other through their frantic tongues.

For Frankie, this was no pretended dream, it was real and tremendously
exciting, better than any experience he'd ever had. He forgot where he was,
the only thing important now was that he devour Jay's anus with his mouth,
to suck in the sweet and sour lips as his tongue slipped easily inside the
smooth rectal walls licking feverishly.

He could tell Jay was enjoying this as much as he was, and Frankie wanted
to prolong their pleasure for as long as possible. Suddenly, he knew his
climax was coming quickly. He was caught up in the hot passion that surged
through his loins . Extraordinary flashes of pleasure surged through him,
making his tremble with the wonder of it.

Just when he thought he could stand no more of the delicious anticipation
of the pleasure to come, his whole lower body seemed to explode in wave
after wave of joyous spasms, and he almost fainted with pleasure. He could
feel Jay cumming too, and Frankie drove his tongue and finger into his
friend's anus and anus with greater urgency. Suddenly, he felt Jay's body
pulling away from him, and he opened his eyes to see Toby's hard-muscled
arms around Jay's waist, pulling him upward as the boy moaned in the
anguish of his interrupted climax.

Frankie could not believe what was happening, even when he felt his own
legs being pulled apart as Danny's naked body came between them, his
massive lust-swollen cock poised just inches from his still-jerking
anus. Frantically, Frankie's arms reached up and his fingers dug into the
flesh of Danny's hips, desperately trying to pull him toward him.

"OOOOOHHHHHHH! FUCK ME! FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEE!" Frankie screamed
at him, his mind flooded with an insane anger at having Jay's mouth pulled
away from his anus. He could see Danny's leering face above his, his lips
pulled back to expose his white teeth. "Oh, God," he thought, "how can he
be so cruel!"

"You bastard! Put your cock into me! NOW! OH GOD! FUCK MEEEE!" he brought
his legs up and locked them around Danny's back, feverishly trying to bring
their bodies closer together.

Then, just as he felt the salty tears of frustration course down his
cheeks, Danny lunged forward and his hugely swollen cock-head lodged
between Frankie's rectal lips, resting there for a moment as if to gather
strength for the next thrust. Frankie squirmed upward, his anus hungrily
contracting with anticipation as the spasms of climax raced through
him. His eyes looked down his body at the huge fleshy shaft about to
penetrate his willing anus.

Suddenly, he felt the anus lips part and a tremendous pressure build up in
his loins as Danny's wonderfully swollen cock began its thrilling descent
into him. He felt as if he were going to split in two as the massive
purplish head disappeared into his flesh. Frankie fought to screw his body
onto the thick column.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! MORE! JIMMY! GET IT ALL THE WAY IN! PLEASE!" he could hear
his voice pleading with Danny, but it could have come from someone
else. Nothing mattered except that that wonderful organ push into him and
begin its rhythmic movements.


Danny's lust-engorged cock began to move again, plunging forward as it
filled the heated anus with flesh and with pleasure. Frankie was almost
crazy with lust as his eyes glazed, and little animal sounds came from his
mouth as the massive cock plowed on. The ragged edges of brown puckered
flesh around his tightly clasping anus turned inward as the gigantic organ
suddenly reached its limit, and Danny's balls slapped noisily against
Frankie's upturned buttocks.

"FUCK ME! JIMMY! FUCK ME HARD!" Frankie pleaded, feeling the staff plunge
into him again and again. He thought he would die with the ecstasy of the
hot flesh burying itself inside him. In and out, the piston-like cock went,
rekindling his dying orgasm as he cried out for release. The exquisite
sensations were no longer just centered in his lower body; they were all
over him, a part of him; they were all of him.

"NOT YET! PLEASE! MAKE IT LondonST FOREVER, JIMMY!" Frankie pleaded. Try as
he might, Danny could not control the white hot sperm that was building in
his balls, crying for release as Frankie's anus hungrily sucked in his
swollen cock. He felt his boiling sperm begin its journey up through the
passage in his organ. Suddenly, his body grew rigid and the explosions
began. The tip of his cock dilated as the first gush of sticky cum shot out
into the boy's anus, followed by more massive spurts of his molten male
fluid.

"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Frankie screamed, his body on fire as the cum spurted
into his pulsating anus. It felt as if the potent white fluid were shooting
straight through him. For the second time in the space of a few minutes he
felt his body experiencing the rapture of climax, this time stronger than
before, more intense.

It was pure ecstasy and he nursed the spasms along to prolong them, his
belly and buttocks jerking wildly as the fingers of joy went through him.

"I'MMMM CUMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG!" he cried out, oblivious to the whole world,
concentrating only on the flashes of delicious pleasure he felt. Then, just
as suddenly as the pleasure of climax had come, it was over. Frankie's body
went limp and his legs uncoiled from Danny's back and fell onto the rug as
Danny rolled off his and lay panting with satisfaction.

>From somewhere in the darkened room, Frankie could hear the sound of Jay's
voice pleading to be fucked just once more.

"Just once more. One more, please. Fuck me just once more."

Was that Jay's voice, or his own? He didn't know; he didn't care. All that
mattered was: just once more.

Then suddenly there was a cock at his mouth, a hard cock, a beautiful
cock. Whose cock was it? Frankie didn't care. He knew what he had to do,
and he did it.

Frankie would wait no longer. He hungrily sucked in the swollen staff,
moaning happily as it slid smoothly through the saliva-soaked oral cavity
and came to rest at the back of his throat. It seemed as if all the
pleasures in the world were centered in this slim instrument, pulsing and
throbbing as it entered and left his excited mouth, tempting and teasing
him to unbelievable heights of joy as it sawed in and out.

Jay's hands were resting lightly on his ears following rather than guiding
his movements. He felt his lower body arch up to meet his downward thrusts,
and he groaned with pleasure as the flashing tongue sucked the life out of
him. Jay tried to control the pressures building in his balls as the
white-hot cum signaled it would soon explode from the dilated tip of his
cock. He wanted to prolong this exquisite joy forever.

"Faster, Frankie! Suck me fasterrr!" he screamed as he felt himself sucked
voraciously into the warm space between Frankie's contracting and expanding
lips.

Then, Frankie thrust his mouth downward, relaxing his jaws and cupping his
tongue to receive his friend's fluid. It shot out in a white-hot burst as
spasms of delight began to rock his own groin again. The first delicious
explosion was followed again and again by gushes of the sticky white cum
that seemed to be inexhaustible.

The blond-haired teenage boy held the creamy sperm in his mouth for a
moment, savoring it before beginning to swallow mightily. As the last drops
began to ooze from the sensitive tip of his mighty cock, Frankie silently
begged for more of the delicious fluid.

His frantic tongue forced its way into the dilated tip, searching out the
last drop, and his hungry mouth continued to suck greedily at his flesh. He
was moaning and little animal sounds came from his throat, cat-like and
pleading for more of the sticky cum. He could feel his anus contracting as
the last spasms of orgasm subsided within his cock and balls.

Unwilling to believe it was over, he began to suck harder at the slowly
subsiding cock within his feverish mouth, coaxing the few remaining drops
of cum from around the ridge of his knob-head. Tears of happiness ran from
his eyes and flowed down his cheeks as he collapsed on the rug, still
nibbling at the flaccid flesh between his red lips.

Then Frankie felt Jay's cock slide from his mouth, and the pressure of his
body disappear. he lay there for a few moments, stunned, cum oozing from
the lips of his ass and the lips of his mouth. A scream made him open his
eyes. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Danny had Jay down on the carpet, face down, pulling the boy's rump up into
a doggy position. His hard cock was already probing between the boy's
cheeks, but this wasn't love, this was rape! The camera whirred, capturing
all of it.

"No, Danny! Please don't!" Jay begged, afraid the massive cock would split
him in two. His tiny rectal opening contracted with fear as the pressure
increased.

As the head of Danny's cock pushed forward, unbelievably painful sensations
shot through his lower back. Sweat broke out on Danny's forehead as he
sought to penetrate the hairless orifice with his pulsing cock, pushing the
organ forward as it struggled to press in, the arsehole so tight it brought
pain to his cock's sensitive head.

"AAAGGGGHHHH! NOOOO! PLEEAAASSSSSEEE!" Jay cried out, his voice growing
louder as the pressure at his back built up agonizingly. Toby had realized
what was happening and he tried to help Danny by holding the frightened Jay
tightly. His hands were like iron as they fought to keep the boy
still. Suddenly, the tight elastic anal ring muscle popped over the head of
Danny's swollen cock and it slipped into the wiggling boy's arsehole.

Inch by inch it wormed its way up into the dark depths of his ass. The pain
was unbearable for Jay; he was overwhelmed with sharp, burning fingers of
agony exploding up his back and into his arsehole. He screamed with each
hot inch that bored into him. Slowly, with Toby still holding his cock
tightly in his hand, Danny began to fuck in and out of Jay's sodomized
arsehole, each thrust widening the strained elastic channel and easing his
movements.

Out of the pain and shock of the brutal anal-rape came an entirely new
feeling, a faint resumption of the previous lust he'd felt as his heated
arsehole closed over Toby's cock. One moment there was the awful pain--the
next moment it began to feel as if his body were melting, consumed by waves
of sensuality that made the thrusting cock seem welcome.

"Yes, yes," whispered Jay, his voice making it clear he wanted more of what
he'd hated only a few moments before.

Excited by what was happening before his eyes, Frankie reached down with
his free hand and encircled Danny's lust-swollen prick. It was almost as if
the four bodies were now joined together in some invisible bond.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Jay moaned with pleasure. He felt Danny's balls smack
against his lower thighs as he rammed home the massive erection. He was in
heaven, with white-hot flashes of pleasure surging through him, making him
tremble with the wonder of it. Rockets of delight exploded through his body
sending great waves of joy to every nerve.

"OOOOHHHHHH YEEESSSSSSS! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!!" he screamed.

"AH . . . AHHHHHHH . . . AHHHHHHHH!" Danny responded, feeling himself about
to shoot his hotly raging load of sperm far up into Jay's bowels.

He tried to withhold the flaming-hot cum for another minute, he wanted to
fuck the churning arsehole for as long as he could. Suddenly, he was seized
by convulsive spasms of pleasure as his wildly jerking cock emptied itself
in a seemingly never-ending torrent. Jay could feel the boiling river of
lava-like cum gush into his anal and rectal passages at the same time, and
he felt wanton and giddy as exquisite orgasms shook his again and again. It
was wonderful--all the pain of Danny's first entry had disappeared in a
star-burst of joy and lewd pleasure.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" he cried out, his buttocks wiggling in an obscene dance of
love. "I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!" the overwhelmed blond-haired boy
screamed. The two cocks of the ecstatic boys continued to spew out the
sticky hot cum as they relaxed their thrusts and finally came to rest, the
four bodies entwined in a jumbled heap on the cum-soaked rug.


Frankie sat naked on the edge of the bathtub and played with his exhausted
prick while Jay lay in the steaming hot water, covered with foamy piles of
bubbles. It had only been two days since Danny and Toby had packed up the
camera and lighting equipment and left for Windsor, but both boys hardly
mised them.

They had found each other.

Then came the telephone call. Jay had to return to London, a family wedding
or something of that nature. Frankie could have gone home, but he knew Toby
and Danny might be back any day, and he didn't want to miss them. He didn't
want to miss the chance of making another film. To tell the truth, he loved
making the films. It was what he wanted to do, all he wanted to do - except
maybe for one other thing, and he'd told no one about that, though he
haunted his private little cove every day - hoping.

A couple of hours later Frankie heard footsteps outside the lodge. He got
up from the bed quickly and raced to the window to pull the drapes apart in
the hope of seeing who was coming.

Outside it was dark and he realized he must have slept for hours. He could
see the shape of a car but could not identify it. It must be Jay's mother,
he thought to himself. He raced back to the bed and pulled on a
bathrobe. Running his hands through his tangled hair, he went into the
front room just in time to see the door open and a figure step inside.

It was the stranger from the cove!

Frankie almost fainted as the memories of that fateful morning came back to
his. The man stood by the door, smiling at his expectantly, as if waiting
for a fond greeting. This time he was dressed in an expensive sportcoat and
slacks.

"What . . . what are you doing here?" Frankie asked in a terrified voice,
clutching his bathrobe tightly at his throat.

"That's hardly the warmest welcome an old friend has ever had, is it,
Frankie?" the man said with a grin. He pulled off his coat and threw it
casually onto a chair.

"Who . . . who are you?" Frankie asked. "How do you know my name?" Despite
himself, Frankie felt a warm glow begin to spread through his buttocks as
he thought back to how masterfully and pleasurably the man standing before
him had taken his virginity. "God," he thought, "I must be depraved to be
thinking about sex after everything that's happened."

"Oh, I know quite a lot about you, Frankie!" the stranger said smoothly,
unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it by his discarded coat. His chest
muscles were brown and hard, and he flexed them unconsciously. Frankie's
eyes became aware of the bulge in the stranger's pants as his cock strained
against the thin material of his trousers.

It was awful, he knew, but he remembered with absolute clarity how
forcefully that massive lust-swollen cock had brought him to his first
wonderful orgasm. Without realizing it, his hands relaxed their grip on the
bathrobe and it fell gently open to reveal his smooth skin, slim body, and
rising cock.

He watched fascinated as the stranger kicked off his shoes and began to
unzip his fly, smiling at him the whole time. Finally he found his
voice. "I've got friends who are coming back at any minute," he
lied. "You'd better leave - now!"

The stranger let his pants fall down around his feet, and Frankie could see
the massively swollen cock through his shorts. It was upright and bulging,
and it seemed much larger than he remembered when it had pumped in and out
of his virgin hole that morning.

"I know all about your friends," the man announced calmly.

"Jay is with his mother in Las Vegas. Neither of them will be back for at
least a week! We've got the lodge all to ourselves!"

As he spoke he slid off the shorts. His erection majestically sprang up,
huge and throbbing, the purple head glistening in anticipation. The
stranger came toward his and began to remove Frankie's bathrobe gently .

Frankie's arsehole was burning with desire now as he felt the heat from the
man's pulsing cock so near his own. He wanted to pull away but something
held him rooted to the spot as the man's hands came up and began to caress
his nipples. Spasms of delight were shooting through him as the skilfull
hands went around his waist and pulled him toward the naked body.

"Who are you?" Frankie asked again. "How do you know Jay?"

The handsome face exploded in a wide grin.

"I thought you might have guessed by now! This is my lodge!"

He paused for a moment to let the words sink in.

"I'm Jay s father!"

The man's strong hands went to Frankie's shoulders and began gently to push
him down.

Frankie knelt before the muscled thighs and marveled at the the throbbing
organ just in front of his face.

He sighed.

His red lips parted,

his mouth opened,

and he sucked in

the sweet

man

flesh.


5 - TEACHER'S PET

Summer was over, and we were back in school. Nothing had changed;
everything had changed. I'd learned to love sex, and my hero-worship for
Mr. Morton, our English teacher, had a new dimension. Mr. Morton was not my
English teacher but he was also the PE teacher for Year 9 and the
coach/manager of the Year 9 swimming team. It turned out I was a nifty
short distance swimmer and got a regular place in the team.

Throughout Mr. Morton's lessons, I was aware of the outline of his cock and
balls in his beige chinos. I sat there wondering what it would be like to
unzip those chinos, pull out his prick, get down on my knees and..... Dream
on! I was still only 14, he must have been 25 - 30. I should be so lucky.

The period bell ended my imagination. Class was over, another day
ended. Scrambling to pull myself back to reality, I knocked over the books
on my desk. By the time I'd picked them all up, I was the last to leave the
classroom. Mr.. Morton sauntered over to my desk. He was a good-looking
bastard and he knew it. Not that I ever really trusted him; he was the kind
of teacher who would cut your throat behind your back and never even bat en
eyelid doing it.

"I noticed how engrossed you were in my lesson today, Frankie O'Dowd," he
said. "Mind sharing what was so fascinating?" As he said this, he perched
himself on top of the desk next to mine. The hint of a smile curled his
lips as he waited for my answer.

What the fuck had he been talking about during class. All of my attention
had been on his body, taking in every move and greedily soaking up every
hint of the bulge under his slacks.

"It was the, aw, the great way you presented today's material," I
stammered. "Your presentation, your organization of the study material just
bowled me over."

"Sure it wasn't something else? All term I've noticed how much attention
you pay to my lessons, but you sail through any of the tests I set. Maybe
you've just got natural talents. Your answers always leave me feeling
you've seen the movie but never read the book, and, as I never tired of
telling you, you can't judge a book by its cover. Today, well, today I was
sure something else was on your mind."

With that, his hand slipped onto his lap. He manipulated his cock and balls
into what was probably a more comfortable position. My own cock sprang to
life, blood coursing through it even faster than the blood that fired my
face.

My face flushed over with excitement and embarrassment. Here was what I'd
been dreaming about, happening right in the classroom! Mr.. Morton
smiled. I noticed his face had a curious glow about it.

"What about my body? Were you watching so closely you can't remember my
lessons," he teasingly asked. "Don't just sit there open-mouthed... though
come think of it, it is one of the most attractive features of adolescent
boys."

I closed my mouth, then blurted out: "I'll try to pay attention, sir. Can I
go now?"

"How often have I told you lot it's not 'Can I go?' - it's 'May I go? The
modal auxiliary to request permission is 'may' not 'can'. You need an extra
lesson, boy". With that said, he got up, walked straight to the door,
locked it and pulled down the shades. The room was filled with that
pleasant kind of gloom you get at the bottom of a swimming pool. That's
where I like sitting, at the bottom of a swimming pool. I like to sit
there, holding my breath, of course, and listening to sounds so distant
they might be coming from another planet. I was in that room with
Mr.. Morton, and we might as well have been on a different planet.

Walking back to the middle of the room and stopping where he normally would
give his lectures, he turned and looked me straight in the face.

"Come up here, sit in the first seat right in front of me," he commanded. I
quickly moved to the front desk and sat down. What else could I do?

"Mr.. Morton, I didn't mean to get you angry! You asked me what I was
thinking about, and I told you! Please, if you won't say anything to anyone
about this, I promise not to stare anymore."

"This has grown far out of hand, young man. It cannot go on any
longer. We're both going to work this out now, today. When I get through
with you, you'll not fantasize any longer!"  With that, he moved closer to
my desk.

"Now, boy, reach out and pull down my zipper. But be careful," he warned,
"snag my skin and you'll be a very sorry." I sat there stunned, but he was
the teacher, I was the pupil, so I did as I was told. I reached out, found
his zipper and carefully edged it down. It wasn't easy; his cock has
expanded so much it was pushing out the fabric in a tight bulge. My fingers
trembled as I felt his hard shaft beneath them. At last I was touching
sir's cock.

When the zipper was fully down, Mr.. Morton said, "Now, Frankie, reach in
through my shorts and extricate my cock if you will." 'Extricate' - what a
beautiful word. With TLC, I 'extricated his cock' through the opening in
his shorts. It felt as if my fingers were burning, but the feeling was
great, especially when the head of his cock and most of his shaft slid into
view. It was hard and sweaty, just like my own, though my own is a couple
of inches shorter and a good deal slimmer; but I'm a growing boy.

Mr. Morton was big though not huge. I didn't mind that. Our vicar had
always drummed into us that he who expects little or nothing shall never be
disappointed.

Without being asked, I edged the flaps of his slacks wide open, lowered his
zipper all the way, and reaching in pulled out his cock and balls so I'd
access to everything. I couldn't resist working the skin up and down those
meaty seven inches and was fascinated by the emergence of pre-cum over the
angry purple of his cock head. I leaned closer, maybe to give the slit a
teeny weeny kiss, but Mr.. Morton pushed my hand away - shitface! -backed
off and spoke again. "All in good time, boy, all in good time." I hate
teachers; they always stop you just when you're really getting to the good
bits.

Turning back to me, he continued the lesson. "Now, it's your turn to get
comfortable. I want you to stand up, face me, and take off your shirt and
trousers". More willingly than before, I quickly complied with his
request. Since I never wore undershirts, I was left standing there in front
of him dressed only in my blue and white shorts.

"My, what have we growing here?" he asked. He stared at my cock which
bulged the front of my shorts obscenely.

"Have you noticed," asked Mr. Morton that all the most pleasureable things
in life are illegal, immoral, or fattening? Perhaps, it is only with the
adolescent penis that a man can achieve all three at one sitting." If there
was a witty reply to that it escaped me.

"Do you know why it is so big? I'll tell you. It's because it's getting
ready to explore a little tunnel. You'll soon find out, but not just yet!"
After a pause, he said, "Now, Frankie, I want you to do what comes
naturally."

"Yes, sir!"

I was kneeling in front of him in flash, looking up with my big 'puppy
eyes' (thanks, mom), working his belt free. Getting my hands into the
waistband of his slacks and boxers and jerking them down rather
unceremoniously. His cock slapped me in the face. I knelt there, nuzzling
his belly, his thick pubic hair, his big cock and his swollen balls with my
nose, mouth and chin. Would he let me suck him, would he?

Mr.. Morton leaned into my face, increasing the pressure on his genitals as
I squeezed his bum cheeks. I noticed he was now breathing rather deeply,
and there was a slight quiver in his body As I got closer, the smell
increased. It was the most stimulating smell I ever had sniffed, way up
there with a MacDonalds after a long hard cross-country run.

He thrust his hips towards my face, inviting me to accept his throbbing
cock into my mouth (there is a god!). I started kissing his cock head,
stroking it with my tongue, then slipped the first couple of inches inside
my hot young mouth. (I love stuff like that: 'hot young mouth' - real porno
style, isn't it? Suck it harder ... harder!" he cried, as he spread his
legs wider to let me get a better angle at his balls and crack.

"Take your finger, move it next to your mouth, and, sliding it along my
crack, find my ass-hole," he exclaimed in a really husky voice. "Then stick
it into my love-hole while you continue to suck my cock," he exclaimed in a
voice nearly choking with desire. (What the fuck was this - a biology
lesson?)

I found his bum hole. Sticking my finger into it, I fiddled around a bit,
but, before I could explore that fact further, Mr.. Morton started to move
his whole lower body against my face.

His stomach muscles started to contract, then expand, as he seemed to try
and push his entire cock and balls down my throat. His hips swayed back and
forth, forcing his pubic hair up my nose; I almost sneezed and blew the
whole thing, so to speak.

"Move your finger in and out faster," he told me. (Yes, sir!) As I did so,
I realized his body movements became synchronized to my finger
movements. The faster I moved my finger, the harder he face-fucked me.

By now, his breathing had become very audible. In fact, he was panting as
if he had just completed a half marathon. I tried to stop and pull my face
away from his genitals, but he pushed them right back, so I shrugged my
shoulders and continued to saw at his love hole and suck his dick, doing it
harder and faster all the time. His breathing now was a rasping intake of
air. His body was jerking around so much I wondered how he could remain
standing.

His body jerked violently up and down in front of my face. I suddenly felt
my throat becoming drenched in his love juices, as they from his pulsating
cock. I tried to suck it all up, but he moved too wildly for me to follow
with my mouth. The fucking stuff flew all over the place, some of it
hitting me in the eyes, which I managed to jam shut just in time.

My ministrations to his needs seemed to work. After a few moments, he
calmed down. I could feel a keen sweat on his body, especially from his
greasy arsehole. I extracted the helpful digit and sniffed it - not
bad. Sir pushed me back from him, still shaking noticeably.

"I think you may just pass this preliminary exam," he said, still breathing
heavy. "But there is one section left for you to complete". Taking my hand
in his, he pulled me up from the desk, so the two of us faced each other.

He started to squat, letting his hands flow down my back, stopping briefly
at the elastic band of my shorts just to get a firm hold on them, then
continuing down my legs, dragging my underwear with them and exposing my
cock.

"This," he said, staring at my erect cock "looks like something I must
examine closely. And unlike Garfield, I shall not avoid fruits and nuts. I
shall be what I eat!" This was turning into one of Mr. Morton's flights of
fancy when 90% of the class had no idea what he was talking about, and the
other 10% were asleep or playing under their desks. I had one simple
reaction: "Get on with it!"

And get on with it he did, taking it in his mouth, licking the tip of my
cock with his tongue. I could feel my dick, which I thought was as big as
I'd ever felt, get even larger and harder. The harder it got, the more he
tried to stuff in it his mouth. He was good, but to be honest, I'd had
better. Still, this was my first from an older guy, so I knew it would be a
valuable experience.

My hips started to move with his mouth, and gradually I shoved my prick
deeper and deeper into his mouth. I couldn't believe it, but he was able to
get nearly all of it in. His lips contracted around my shaft, and exerted
more pleasurable force around it. I wanted to give him a couple of tips but
that would have been presumptuous. after all, he was the teacher, not I.

Simultaneously, his tongue continued to work on my tip, getting me very
excited. I could feel the pressure growing, and swore my balls got larger
the longer he sucked me. I knew I could not hold on much longer, and tried
to get my cock out of his mouth before I exploded. But try as I might, he
wouldn't let me withdraw. In fact, his hands circled my hips and forced me
all the way into his mouth. I couldn't hold it any longer. After all, as
the song says: "That's the way I like it."

I exploded into his mouth, feeling my sperm shoot out in spurts. I could
feel him sucking even harder, draining every drop out of my cock. I
couldn't do anything, and let it just flow out, drowning his throat in my
cum. When sir felt there was nothing left, he slowly withdrew my cock from
his mouth, dragging his lips over my shaft, then my cock head, and finally
licking the very tip of my cock with his tongue as he completely withdrew
it.

He stayed down for a few seconds longer, waiting and watching my dick. As
it started to shrink, and little more cum started to drip out. He licked it
away with his tongue.

Finally, when I was only semi-tumescent, he got up, hugged me, and
whispered, "Tomorrow, after school, at my place. Can you manage a couple of
hours? Think of our time as 'private lessons'?

I nodded yes. Next day in school was a daze.

"Get in the car quickly, before anyone sees you. I hardly want it to be
common knowledge I'm providing you with private lessons."

I guessed there might be more behind the excuse for urgency than his
concerns over others thinking he was tutoring me, but I didn't let that
thought get in my way. Once in the car, my vision shifted to his
crotch. The bugger was already hard!

"Well, what subject matter do you think we should cover tonight?" he asked.

"I guess you'd know better than me, Mr.. Morton. I follow whatever teaching
plan you have in mind." That seemed the safest answer. I already knew that
the options Mr.. Morton offered were a bit like my mum's dinner menus: take
it or leave it.

"Good, but first, when we are not in school, my name is Sandy, not
Mr.. Morton. I'd much prefer you call that." That said, he quickly
down-shifted, gunned the car, and smoothly merged onto the parkway, heading
south. Once we'd settled into a smooth ride, he reached over, took my hand
and placed it in his lap. I could feel the heat of his erection through the
fabric. I did what I was meant to do though I drew the line at sucking him
off while were doing 80 miles an hour. That kind of thing causes accidents.

Once in his house, he directed me to go into the living room. He followed,
and stood in the middle of room while indicating with his hands I should
sit on the couch.

"Mr.. Morton, ah, Sandy, my pants are hurting me. Is it okay if I take them
off?" I asked.

He laughed. "That's the whole idea - while you're at it, don't stop with
your pants. Join me and take everything off!"

I quickly did, ending with stepping out of my shorts. I stood there, my
cock fully extended and sticking directly towards him. Sir's cock was
perpendicular, pointing straight up at a rather unusual light-fitting. We
were separated by about five feet until he started gliding towards me.

"During the last lesson, I taught you how to finger-fuck me. I also exposed
you to the art of a man performing oral sex on another man. Today, I'm
going to show your adolescent dick is meant for - exploring my love
tunnel. But first, let's review what you remember from your first lesson."

With that, he sat down on the couch and motioned me to join him and we went
through the basics of what we'd done the day before - without reaching
orgasms. It was a sort of rehearsal - you know, when you put on a
performance but nobody comes... cums... get it? Aw, go fuck yourself!
Better still, let me fuck you.

Sandy brought his head up from my straining cock. I could feel its head
swelling, getting even harder, as my balls threatened to explode. Sensing
this, he stopped, and pushed me away from him.

"I'm not ready to let you cum yet. In fact, we've only completed the review
of the last lesson," he explained in a voice that was still husky. For a
moment he held my face with both hands and sighed: "It's so true. The face
of a child can everything, especially the mouth part of the face."

Mr. Morton returned his attention to the lesson. "I want you to hold
yourself until we get into the new lesson."

"But, Sandy, I'm so close it hurts to stop. If you don't complete this
first lesson, I'm afraid I'll cum anyway."

"I've got just the remedy for that situation," he said in a knowing
fashion. "Just sit up and wait for me to come right back." With that, he
swung off the couch and walked over to his bathroom.

Emerging a few minutes later, he was carrying what looked like a tube of
toothpaste. The writing on it, however, was either Chinese or Japanese, I
couldn't tell which. He took the tube, removed the cap, and spread a white
cream onto his hands.

Kneeling in front of my pulsing cock, he took my cock in both his hands and
gently massaged the cream onto it, starting at its head and working all the
down its elongated shaft.

His hands felt like heaven. The cream, cold at first, took on a warming
feeling as his fingers deftly massaged in into my whole cock. It was a
completely new experience to me, and I wasn't sure I should be letting it
happen, but I think if you're faced with two temptations, you should always
take the one you've never tried."

My orgasm, which had threatened to erupt at any second, gradually was
replaced with a slight numbing sensation, followed by a feeling of immense
pleasure. It is difficult to describe. The feelings I was getting from my
cock were different than anything I'd ever felt. I was on a high emotional
plateau, higher than anything ever before, but at the same time I knew I
was nowhere close to cumming. Whatever it was he put on my cock had taken
the sharp peak off my high but replaced it with a general feeling of much
greater pleasure.

"This is an ointment I found last year when I visited China. I've always
wanted to try it on a boy, but this is the first time I've had a chance. It
works wonders on me, and I think it will help you, too, to control you
orgasm." Finishing the application with a long, tender kiss to my penis's
head, he said "Now you are ready for the next lesson."

Having said that, he slowly stood up and took my hand, and led me across
the room. "What we are going to try, my boy, may not be to every man's
taste, but it has always worked for me."

He lay down on the bed, and pulled me over him. Taking my cock in his hand,
he guided it towards his rectum, but left it just touching his anal lips.

"Now, this is the modified missionary position. It's the way most people
make love. Let's try it, and get an idea as to how it feels. Go ahead, push
your dick into my arsehole. It will slide in easily after a little bit of
pressure." With that he slung his legs up round my waist and hips. I moved
up into a kneeling position, which made it a whole lot easier, and which,
by the way, is how I like it - if we should ever meet.

I first pressed my cock into his ring, there was a lot of resistance.

Then, slowly, his anal lips opened up and accepted my cock. I slid it in
all the way. My erection was sheathed in warm, wet velvet. I marvelled it
had slid in so easily; my teacher had been fucked a lot of times in his
career!

"Oh, Sandy, that feels great!" I burbled "This is the first time I've ever
done this to anyone." (Okay, I'm a liar - but that doesn't make me a bad
person.) "Does that mean I'm not a virgin anymore?"

His hips started to move. My body, possessed as if with a mind of its own,
responded in sync with his body movements. Soon, our bodies were slapping
together like old pros. "Oh, oh, you ARE a fast learner," he grunted. "Keep
on moving, but harder. That's it - push in hard when I lift my love chute
up. Yes! Yes! Harder!!"

He lifted his legs onto my shoulders, encircling them. This allowed him to
use his leg muscles to drive me deeper and deeper into his waiting ass. I
could feel all the pleasure he was giving me, and my cock getting ever
bigger and stiffer, but I felt no urge to cum. That stuff he used was
really working!

"Yeah - yeah - yeah - keep it up. Now - harder!! Slam that stiff rod into
me harder! Make me feel it! Good, good! Now harder still - don't worry, it
doesn't hurt. It feels good! Yeah, oh yeah, you've got me there again! I'm
right at the crest! Keep doing it! Harder! HARDER!! I'm cumming AGAIN!!!!
Oh yes, I'm CUMMING!!!!" he screamed into the air. I felt his stuff
splatter against my belly and chest. I've always been glad I've got no
chest hair; fancy cum sticking all over you - Yuck!

And cum again he did - if I thought he thrashed about the last time, I was
wrong! He bounced all over the bed, dragging my body along with his. And
all the time he remained impaled on my stiff rod. His panting eventually
slowed down to normal breathing. I could see his body was now clothed is a
light sheen of sweat. His nipples were as hard as my cock, and was he
FLUSHED! But, apparently he'd not had enough yet.

By now, I was getting into this. I thrust into his arsehole as hard as I
could, muttering, "Take that, you gay bastard!" - which, I admit, was a
little rich under the circumstances. But the young are always in the right
if only by virtue of their youth.

His voice was again getting a mixture or hoarseness and huskiness in it. I
couldn't tell if he wanted me to slow down because he was again close to
cumming or because I was hurting him; I hoped it was the latter.

Sure enough, even as we were talking, I could feel his muscles relaxing,
allowing my cock to ease further and further into his ass. Soon, I was all
the way in. My stomach was hitting his cheeks, and my cock seemed to thrust
right through his entire body. His stomach contracted, causing his anal
lips to close tightly on my shaft. He moved up and down, side to side, and
started rotating his hips. Each thrust brought me to a higher level. Each
time he slowed I could feel my balls actually hurting from the pent-up
flood of cum that had been created. Each time I thought I'd cum he slowed
down, or stopped.

It was agony and pleasure, all mixed into one big experience. He kept going
this way for over thirty minutes. But I could see he was having more
trouble controlling himself than controlling me.

I reached my no-turning-back point, and it felt like an explosion inside of
my cock. My cum juices shot out from the tip of my cock, not in a spurt,
but in a steady stream. Sandy came at the same moment, squirting more cum
all over me. I couldn't stop - I grabbed his waist, and shoved him down
even harder than he was pushing himself - shoved so hard it hurt when our
bodies met. He loved every moment of it, screaming out with pleasure as we
pursued our joint madness.

Eventually we both drained ourselves. Stopping, I noticed sweat had pinned
his hair to his brow. I was dripping sweat and cum from him and myself. We
were both exhausted. I started to remove my cock from his rectum, but he
stopped me. "Let it stay there. Let it relax and shrink inside of me," he
pleaded in a hoarse whisper. "Let's take a nap just like this." We
eventually both fell asleep, still coupled together by my cock in his
rectum. When I woke, it was almost six o'clock!

Sandy woke up shortly after me. We cuddled together for a little while,
then got up and took a shower together. We had to, we were both glued
together with cum juice!

We dressed and he drove me home, stopping a couple of streets away from my
house where he gently pushed me out of the car. As I staggered up to my
home, I wondered what the next lesson could be ..... but strangely enough,
it came from the student, not the teacher.

It had been three weeks since his second tutoring session. I'd been paying
attention to the classroom work, and started making good progress in his
course. For the first time since we started the semester, I really
understood the course materials and was able to keep up with everyone
else. It now looked like I'd pass. It was no problem preventing myself from
daydreaming about Mr.. Morton (or Sandy, as he said I could call him out of
school) since we had completed the two outside tutoring classes. His
methods had worked.

In fact, I'd become an even more popular guy with boys of my class
(something which never happened before the tutoring). Each day, at lunch or
after school, there was always one or two boys talking with me, fooling
around, and generally doing what high school boys do when they are trying
to signal interest in each other. In short, it appeared I was growing up,
and was really starting to enjoy our high school's gay scene, which
although it was discreet was a lot more widespread than most people,
especially the grown-ups, could have believed possible. After all, it was
practically the Millennium, so whose business was it if boys wanted to get
it on with each other, or anybody else for that matter. As long as it was
consensual, it was fine by me.

My attentions to Mr.. Morton dwindled in direct proportion to amount of
attention I was getting from boys my own age. In part, I guess, this
accounted for the ease in which I broke away from my old habits of staring
at Mr.. Morton and daily visually stripping his clothing off while he
lectured to the class. I think I was turning into a pretty tolerant guy,
free from stupid prejiduces, and fancying just about every attractive male
person in the school.

On this day, as both his class and the school day ended, Mr.. Morton asked
me to stay after school for a few minutes. Perplexed, since I knew I was
doing much better, I waited to find out what he wanted to say to me. When
everyone else had left the classroom, he closed the door, isolating the two
of us from the rest of the world. It was very similar to that first
tutoring session.

"Frankie, I've been wondering what has happened to you in the past few
weeks," he started. "When we finished our last session after school, in my
car near your home, I recommended strongly that future sessions would be
needed. Yet now, weeks later, you seem to have no interest in pursuing
further help from me. What has happened?"

"Well, Mr.. Morton, I thought I was doing well in class! And as long as I
was, I thought no further help from you was needed," I replied
cheerfully. I knew I would have to tread carefully; Mr.. Morton's idea of a
joke was dishing our major assignments over the half term holidays.

"You really mean to say that, since I taught you all those tricks, you've
been too busy with all those little boys who hang around you every day to
worry or even think about me! That's what you really mean, don't you?" he
angrily proclaimed. He continued, "Did you think all of those efforts I
made to help you had no affect on me? That I didn't want to continue to
teach you even more? That you can now go about living your life, fully
convinced you know all you need to know? You're a bigger fool than I
thought, Frankie O'Dowd!"

Yipes! This was starting to sound like one of those late afternoon soaps
that are on TV. He really sounded hurt, angry and even more than a little
jealous! Before I could say anything, he continued his verbal attack. "You
must be very self-centred, young man. To not even take into account my
feelings, my desires, my hopes, while you freely give to those young
mother-fuckers everything I so painstakingly taught you! You're so typical
of your generation; all so fucking selfish!"

"Ah, you see, I, ah, I really thought you only had a professional interest
in me, Mr.. Morton. I thought what you were teaching me was to become more
aggressive, more outward, especially to males. And I've been. I've been
having a good time after school, dating for the first time, seeing
different boys, enjoying my life for a change. Wasn't that what you
wanted?"

"Yes, I wanted you to learn that. But I also wanted you to remember me,
too! While you may have forgotten what we did together, my body hasn't! My
crotch have been damp every day for the last several weeks, watching you,
sitting there in my classroom, having fun with those little bastards
sitting next to you. They've been wet with desire for your cock! Why
couldn't you understand that?" he sobbed.

Yeh, folks, I kid you not: the man actually sobbed! This was too heavy for
me; I'd to do something.

I quickly rose from my desk and walked up to him, took him in my arms, and
held him lightly. He lay his head on my shoulder, and soon the crying
stopped. Wiping his tears from his face, he backed away from me and sat at
his desk.

"I guess you want something younger than me, younger than my 31 years," he
stated matter of factly. "Well, maybe that's right, maybe you should. But I
still want to teach you more, and enjoy you while you learn. Look, this
weekend. Why don't you arrange to be free Saturday afternoon? I'll pick you
up here at the school, take you over to my house, and let's see if I can't
teach you something you'll not forget! You've heard a little about S&M, I
imagine." (Fuck me - S&M! Here was me, scared of a nose-bleed and this guy
wanted to introduce me to S&M!) "Maybe it will also serve as reminder to
you of what you were about to give up!" With that, he stood up, faced me
directly, and challenged me with his looks to say no. I couldn't.

"All right, Mr.. Morton, I'll make sure I'm free Saturday. But I've got
things to do, so I'll make my own way to your house - about two o'clock, if
that's okay?" He agreed. There went a date for the baseball game with John,
the redhead who sat next to me in class, which was going to be followed by
my sleeping-over at his house. Fuck it! But I owed Mr.. Morton one last
session. And I'd better not get Mr.. Morton pissed off at me until after
the school year ended.

Saturday afternoon came.

I arrived on time and knocked at Mr.. Morton's door. He opened up
immediately and looked me up and down hungrily. I'd hardly got inside the
living room when the father-fucker was wrestling me to the carpet grabbing
my privates and stripping off what little clothing I had on. We tumbled to
the carpet, thank God it was thickly piled, in a tangle of arms, legs and
sweaty torsos. Sir had already let his robe slip off, and sprawled
bare-assed across me. He worked his way down my body, slurping and
slavering as he went, then gulped my genitals into his wide-open mouth. He
hadn't even given me time to get a proper hard-on!

My body answered the call, and within seconds my stiff cock and swollen
balls were too much for him. He coughed me out, then flipped me over so I
was straddling his middle. I could feel his hard-on pushing at the crack in
my buttocks. I got the message. I wasn't going to get out of sir's house
until he'd fucked me good and proper. I heard my own gulp as my tiny Adam's
apple leapt in my throat.

Mr.. Morton worked me up his body until my cock was at his lips again. He
swallowed half the shaft and suckled on me like a hungry infant at a
swollen tit. His big hands parted the cheeks of my buttocks until I felt my
ring stretched like an elastic. No way, man, no way.

"Please, sir, please, sir," I whispered, but he was too far gone to hear
me. I had to tell him, there was something I had to tell him before we went
any further, but he wouldn't listen, he just wouldn't listen.

I worked me cock free from his mouth. He slid me higher until his face was
jammed between the crack in my ass, his tongue running over and probing at
my arsehole. He was loosening my sphincter muscle. Shit! That was the last
thing I wanted to do. The Greeks say that an iron rod bends while it is
hot. That's one theory I didn't want tested on my ass!

The tip of his tongue was inside me. I lost control, and a small hot turd
slid down my shit-chute. I was so embarrassed my entire body blushed. I
tried to wriggle away; Mr.. Morton was having none of it. He held on and
sucked. "Ah, fuck it," I thought, and so did my sphincter. We gave up
control and let the guy have what he wanted. A hot turd, probably only
three or four inches long, though it felt like a freight train, slid out of
me, and into...  well, I can only guess. There was a gulping and swallowing
sound beneath me. That fucking' perverted cannibal was swallowing me whole!

There was a rapping at the door, not just any rapping, but a series of raps
I recognised. I rolled away from Mr.. Morton's body, grabbed his robe, and
nipped sharpish to the door. The Seventh Cavalry had arrived! I led the
troops into the living room. Mr.. Morton stood there, clutching my T-shirt
to his groin with one hand, and daintily wiping his lips with my Calvins.

"Hi, Mr.. Morton," I chirruped cheerfully. "Hope you don't mind me bringing
a few friends. They've fallen behind in their studies, too. They'd be
grateful for a bit of extra tuition. I've told them what to expect, and
they're raring to go. If you don't mind, I'll just sit back and watch while
you take them through what I've learned. I hope you've got plenty of that
cream..." I heard guffaws of laughter around me. "...I think we're gonna
need it."

We slipped past sir and into the spare bedroom. There was stuff lying
around: leather stuff, and metal stuff, and huge rubber cocks... I wasn't
sure how you used some of that stuff, but I knew my friends would figure it
out.

Around me, Lee, Elwyn, Danny and Ashley (Danny's current) were already
getting stripped. P&A were in the school wrestling squad; unlike me, these
chaps were not about to take 'no' for an answer, especially Danny who had
this thing about something called 'fisting'. His favourite proverb was if
the camel once get his nose in a tent, the body will soon follow, which we
all laughed at without wholly understanding.

For a moment I felt sorry for Mr.. Morton, but only for a moment. Then, I
settled down in an armchair near the bed. I flipped open a can of Special
Brew, took a slug, and sat back to watch my teacher being taught a few
things maybe even he didn't know. Truly it has been said: If four people
want your ass, it's time to put on a bridle.


6 - PAPERBACK WRITER


"Frankie!"

"Aw shut up, Mom. It's Sunday morning. I don't have to get up."

All I wanted was to lie there, play with my prick and do what boys the
world over do on a lazy Sunday morning.

"Frankie!"

The voice was right in front of me now. I looked down the bed. Recognition
came slowly. I blinked. "Adam?"

He grinned toothily and hoisted himself up and gave a little jump to plant
a light kiss on my nose, catching me by surprise.

I stared at him. "You look unbelievable," I said, with complete
sincerity. And his appearance was more than half the reason I hadn't
recognized him.  I hadn't seen Adam in about 8 months. He'd just turned 12
a few weeks before we'd last bumped into each other. He'd been pretty much
as he'd been the first time I'd met him, three years before. Adam was
rather short - four-foot-nine, but he made up for that by a seriously
athletic little body. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, butterfly pelvis,
sturdy legs, you know the kind of thing.

Seriously attractive, too. Since he was eight, Adam had done a lot of ads
on TV and in kids' fashion clothes; his photographs had become a
collector's item with some people, including me. Especially the series of
swim suits he did in Tunisia! Not that I was particularly attracted
sexually to small boys, but Adam was something else, though I'd kept my
hands strictly, more or less, to myself when he was younger. I don't think
it's fair to fuck up little kids' heads before they can fuck them up for
themselves. What do you think?

Damn, he looked good! His jeans clung to slim hips and legs that were just
a shade too long for his diminutive height. He'd had his hair cut
differently, a bit longer and fuller. His eyes sparkled and his lips and
nose were perfect for his face. The Fairy of Puberty had waved his wand and
Adam Mason had turned into a remarkably handsome youngster.

We talked and Adam told me his family had moved back into the area. He was
coming to Queen Elizabeth's - my school! - in the Autumn.

Mom started hollering up the stairs. I knew I'd to get up, or she'd be in
turfing me out of bed. Since I was naked with a semi-stiff prick, I didn't
fancy that idea too much. But there was Adam sitting on the end of my bed,
too. Aw fuck it. I slid out of bed, my prick pointing the way to the
bathroom. Adam whistled! I blushed! I stood there in my bathroom trying
hard to take a piss through a cock that was getting harder by the second. I
strained and achieved. The thick splattering sound could be heard across
the County. Outside, I heard Adam laughing: "Can I come back this evening,
Frankie? Maybe you can tell me what school's like."

"Sure thing, Adam," I shouted. "Tell my mom I'll be downstairs in a couple
of minutes."

Adam laughed again. "Okay, but don't do anything I wouldn't do. Save it for
tonight." I heard the door close. I worked my cock to full hardness. I
began to jerk myself off. Then with a sigh, I gave it a slap. I didn't have
time for this. I'd to be in church in fifteen minutes. I'm an altar
boy. I've got responsibilities.

He rang my bell at 6:06 on that evening and I buzzed him in. He was wearing
jeans again and a simple white shirt tucked into his waistband. I gave him
a can of Irn Bru. The place was eerily quiet. Mom had taken the kids to
evening Mass, Dad had taken himself to the Club.

Adam enjoyed the stereo - choosing a recording by Sinead, much to my
surprise and pleasure - and ooohed and ahhed at the little study I created;
it's the place where I write. Okay, I was only 14, but I was going to be a
writer and that's that. If I wasn't, you wouldn't be reading this now,
would you? I tried sticking some stuff on the Web asking for comments and
suggestions, the suggestions I got would have given a hard-on to a
corpse. Adam picked up a couple of books from my collection and asked: "Do
you read all of these?"

I am always surprised when someone is impressed by my Library Wall in my
den. I explained to him if you read for an hour a day, you read a couple of
books a week. In thirty years, that's around three thousand books. If you
save some books - well, you pretty quickly end up with the Library Wall. My
den is only fifteen feet long, so a wall of books isn't that big a
deal. Adam picked up another book and scanned through it.

"Shit," he muttered, "this is hot stuff." I'd a peek at the spine, then
snatched the book from his hand. "Yeh, and it's a bit too hot for you."
(He'd read a couple of paragraphs from one of my gay stories and his eyes
had nearly popped out of his head.) I tucked the book back in the 'secret
section' of my library. It had been pretty stupid to leave that book lying
around, but Mom was good enough never to come into my room without getting
permission, so I wasn't too worried. Still, no point taking chances.

The talk moved on to half a dozen subjects and later, after more chatting
and catching up - and Adam doing in three cans of Irn Bru - he started
examining the titles of the books again, inspired no doubt by his find. He
asked if he could look at one on a high shelf. I started to get up from the
couch.

"I'll get it. I just wanted to know if it was okay to look at it."

"Sure, help yourself." He got the little folding step-stool from the corner
and set it up. It's only a four-step job, so he had to stand on the top. I
went to steady him because the steps were a bit wobbly. As soon as I got
there, he turned half-way and started toppling.

I caught him with my hands at his waist. His cheeks flushed and the redness
spread down his neck and throat and into the vee of pale flesh exposed by
the three unfastened buttons. Funny thing about bare flesh: when you expect
to see it, there's not much erotic about it; it's when you get the
unexpected glimpses that it can turn you on faster than any nakedness
can. The sweet vulnerability of Adam's body hit me hard.

I put my arms all the way around him and pressed him up and against me. He
was arching his back deeply to catch my face between his thighs and rub his
denim-clad crotch against nose and lips. . I ran my hands up and down his
back, then reached down and covered his bum, one hand to a cheek.

But there was nothing girl-like in the heat or experience in his hungry
touch or the way he was writhing against me. And there sure as hell was
nothing childlike in the pressure of his hardening prick against my face.

Stunned, I broke away and helped him down from the steps. His face was
flushed but there was also a triumphant look in his eye as if he'd broken
his own personal dare barrier. He'd certainly put a dent in mine. We stood
there in a semi-clinch while I made up my mind what I was going to do, if
anything.

"I've wanted to do that for two years," Adam said. "Did you know that?"

I shook my head.

"And you don't remember telling me you liked me and thought I was cute, and
at the Christmas party when you sat with me under the tree for nearly an
hour and we talked about everything, and you let me lean on you and share
your trifle? Don't you remember?"

I was starting to remember something, now .... I moved Adam over to the
leather couch I'd got for the den, for my fourteenth birthday. It was a
three-seater; I'd slept on it a couple of times, it was amazingly cool and
comfortable. I sat the boy down and looked into those solemn grey-blue
eyes. "And don't you remember at the swimming pool. You always used to let
me share your cubicle, and when I was very little you helped me dress and
undress. Maybe you could help me now."

He brought one hand up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt as if he was scared
I'd stop him before he got it undone. He slid open four buttons and parted
his shirt. Creamy tanned flesh filled my gaze; I saw the hint of pectoral
muscles, the hard rosy nubs of his nipples, the slightly creased flesh at
his stomach, the little inner belly button, the same tanned flesh pouring
tautly under the waist of his jeans.

I swallowed.

"I'm going to take off my shirt," the boy said, his voice quavering just a
bit. If you don't want me to, just stop me, and it'll be as if this never
happened." He tugged his shirt back from his shoulders.

"Adam?"

He frowned. "What?"

I lifted him easily and turned him, setting his bum in a corner of the
couch, then I bent slightly and began kissing and licking his hot, hard
little nipples, trying furiously to live up to the expectations of this
sweet twelve-year-old who had more courage and determination than all we
funked-up writers of porno could even imagine. I bent and licked his
shoulders, then down his arms. I trilled my tongue in the hollow of his
elbow and watched the goose bumps rise and felt him shiver. Then I went
back to work on his nipples that seemed even more sensitive than my own.

His aureoles were no larger than five-pence pieces, but the nubs themselves
were outstanding. They swelled up and out, stretching easily one-quarter of
an inch and as thick as pencil erasers. His hands had come up to either
side of my head and he was trying to force my mouth onto his nipples. I let
him - but my mouth draped over each one, open, and I withheld my tongue, so
no matter how much the boy pressed my face into the firm, fragrant
abundance, his nipples were untouched. I figured absence makes your nipples
grow harder, so I stayed completely away from touching his nipples.

It drove him crazy.

But while my lips and tongue were busy with his abundant upper attractions,
my hands had been steadily caressing and stroking his muscled but slim
legs. My right hand was gently moving up and down over the denim-clad curve
of his lower stomach.. I could feel the heat through the denim of his
jeans. I unsnapped the waistband of his jeans and lowered the zipper.

I could feel the humid heat rising in waves from the v-opening. I began
kissing all over his chest, working my way down over his abdomen. That's
what you call that part of the torso on a boy in his condition: "abdomen."
"Belly" is too soft a word. From the definition of the muscles
criss-crossing his tummy, it was obvious he was still burning up the
calories in the way that pubescent and adolescent boys do. I could easily
find the ridges of hard muscle beneath the smooth, minimal layer of normal,
healthy human fat by tracing and exploring with my tongue.

That's just what I did: explore with my tongue. I traced and delineated
every smooth ripple of firm abdominal muscle, always working lower, and as
my tongue finally found and reached the limits of his opened zipper, his
hands came down to either side of my head, pushing me lower, always lower.

One final little push and the tip of my tongue was playing in silky swirls
of brown pubic hair, so light and fine I knew it had been there only a
matter of months. Adam's hair brushed lightly against my lips, which turned
me on so much it was my turn to groan in pleasure.

Young boys are really sensitive about their pubic hair; it's all so new, so
significant, part of the mysteries of becoming a man, of becoming fully
male, of leaving that androgynous, sexless part of boyhood behind.

"Put your arms around my neck," I whispered - mostly because my voice
wasn't working quite right at that moment - and he complied willingly. My
plan was to stand with him hanging on me and push the jeans down off his
narrow hips. Worked, too, and I wasn't completely surprised to find that
Adam wore nothing underneath his jeans. I stood there, his legs around my
waist, his arms around my neck, his sweet Irn Bru breath mingling with
mine, and worked his jeans past his bum, down his legs until I'd to put him
down.

Then I dropped to my knees, undid his trainers, disposed of them and his
socks, slipped off his jeans and eased him back down onto the couch. He lay
there, beautiful beyond words, half sitting, half lying down, his erection
standing pink and taut, his balls lolling in the vee of his thighs. Adam
raised his arms and cupped the back of his head. To use a stolen phrase,
his armpits were like the chalice we used at High Mass. To me, they were
equally sacred and I knew I'd spend a lot of time cleaning and polishing
them with my tongue.

If Adam had let me, I'd have been content to stand there for ages making
love to his face and body with my eyes, but he grinned and reached for. I
let the boy draw me to him.

His hands were busy, unsnapping the waist of my slacks and dragging down
the zipper. He pushed the chinos down and then my briefs and my dick popped
free, standing straight out and pointing at his face like some turret gun
tracking its target.

He grabbed my cock and for the first time, after knowing him for something
like eight years, I realized how small his hands were. True, my dick is a
bit on the thick side - about an inch and three-quarters in diameter - but
that's within the standard variation. No one has ever swooned at the
sight. Adam's fingers barely reached around it. Leonardo di Caprio's got
small hands. I just throw that in because it's true. Mind you, if di Caprio
had his fingers round my cock I wouldn't much care about the size of his
hand; I'd be thinking about the size of the rest of him. Look, if you can't
visualise Adam clearly enough, substitute Leonardo di Caprio, in his
younger days, much younger days.

Adam ducked his head forward and began moving his tongue around my glans,
swirling. That's something you may have heard of, but let me tell you: I've
been with a few guys and the awkwardness of the movement usually restricts
it to something that's really pleasant, but not accurately described as
"swirling."

This boy swirled. His tongue was agile, experienced, limber and long enough
to do the job. Not to mention, tireless. He moved it around and around my
fat dick head, all the time moving his lips closer and closer to my
glans. His slim little fingers were gripping the base of my cock, his
tongue was swirling, his lips were nearing, and from time to time he'd
glance up at me and his eyes would sparkle.

His other hand?

He was playing with his nipples, caressing them briefly and spending a lot
of time pinching and twisting the nubs a lot more vigorously than I'd
have. Even lying full length on the couch, he could almost have
straightened his lithe legs. I reached down and caressed his face. He
closed his eyes dreamily and pushed his head forward a little more and
fastened his lips around the head of my dick. He let go of the base of my
cock and reached up to rest his delicate hand on my hip. He guided me
toward him a little bit, then back. As I pressed forward, he took about
half my cock into his mouth.

His tongue did amazing things to the underside of my shaft, and his cheeks
were drawn inward with the force of his sucking. I caressed his face again
and he shivered slightly. I traced my finger around the side of his mouth,
up his jaw to his ear, then back down to where my dick was outlined through
his concave cheeks.

I knelt astride his head and slid my hands under his bum. I couldn't
believe how tight his asscheeks were! It was exactly like holding two
little mounds of hard foam rubber...but considerably more pleasant. I began
kissing and licking just above his knees. When I slid my hands to the back
of his knees and pulled his legs open, his sucking hesitated. When I
pressed my lips to the taut flesh on the inside of one freckled thigh, I
felt him groaning around my turgid dong. The vibrations were excruciating
on my swollen, over-sensitized cockmeat. My balls were starting to tighten
ominously.

I licked higher on his thighs, forced by the difference in our heights to
slide back until my dick as threatening to pop out of him mouth - which was
the idea at the moment: I didn't want to cum too quickly.

I slid back a little farther and my dick popped out of his mouth. I licked
around the edges of his pubic hair and then pressed my tongue down between
his spread-eagled thighs and buried my face in his crack, heaving up so
that my tongue was in reach of his arsehole His musk was almost dizzying in
its sweet and sour boy-smell.

He gasped and his hands came down to push my head away. "Hey!" he
whispered. "You're starting to lick me...down there."

"I know," I said. "I'm trying to."

This seemed to stun him. "You mean - you want to lick me down there?"

"You betcha. Don't you like it?"

"Nobody's ever done that before. A couple of boys at school have sucked me
off, and I've sucked them off, but nobody's tried to touch me... down
there."

"Well, there's a first time for everything, Adam, and if you don't like it,
just push my head way, and I'll stop. That's a promise."

"But then I can't suck you! I'm too short to - "

"I know, but if you keep doing those things, I'm going to cum in your
mouth."

"Go for it!"

His hands were back on my hips, anchoring him so he could pull himself up
and get my dick back in his mouth from underneath. "I want you to cum in my
mouth," he breathed hotly onto my glans, his tongue flickering onto the
underside of my shaft for unnecessary emphasis. He used his hands to urge
me to lie back. He rolled to his hands and knees on the bed. "I want you to
lie back and let me suck you and .... maybe touch you down there, too."

Who was I to refuse a friend?

I sprawled crossways on the couch, with my legs hanging off at the
knees. He scrambled over me, brushing me with his stiff little nipples in
the process, and arranged himself perpendicular to me. His face was at my
groin.

He took my cock into his hot mouth again and this time he moaned as he
sucked it slowly into his face. My dick hit the back of his throat and he
groaned, backed off, then shifted his angle a bit. He took it slowly back
in and kept gulping until he'd his lips into the bush of coppery hair
around the base of my cock and his nose was pressed flat against my
abdomen. I don't what else they had taught him at that school of his, but
this was one expert little cock-sucker.

This time I was the one who groaned. Adam sucked powerfully on me. He began
to back my dick out of his throat. When only the head remained between his
lips, he slowly pushed his face down again. I reached down with one hand
and caressed his hair and his shoulders, then slid my hand over his
slippery torso and squeezed his greasy little bum.

He quickened his pace slowly, inexorably. As he came down, my hand was
pressed between his chest and my abdomen. I could feel his swollen nipple
grinding hot and pebble-hard into my palm. I rubbed a little bit and he
groaned. His groan vibrated my dick, eliciting an answering groan from me
-which seemed to excite him still more. His hips were hunching slowly,
almost grinding at the empty air. He was sucking harder and bobbing a
little faster.

I felt the tingling buzz through me and whispered, "I'm cumming now, Adam."

He moaned loudly, his hips pumped rapidly, demandingly. He sucked hard and
his hand came up between my shaking thighs. His fingertips grazed my balls
and I could hear and feel him gasp as his ass lurched and then he got my
jism spurting into his mouth.

I came like a newly-released convict. The stuff erupted out of me into his
mouth. When the first spurt splashed into the back of his throat, he
started to shaking all over. He sucked harder, almost frantically, and a
second geyser flooded his mouth. He swallowed and dived his head down and
back up halfway, working his throat and lips and tongue over my pulsing
shaft, milking my dick and balls.

When he got the last of my cum, he slowly relinquished my still
semi-tumescent dick by pulling his still-sucking mouth backward, his tongue
all the time working wildly on my shaft and finally on my glans. When my
shrivelled dick finally popped out of his mouth, he used his slender
fingers to raise it. He lapped at my cock like a kitten getting the last of
the milk from a saucer. When his tongue rasped over my glans, I almost
screamed from the sensation; my dick was much too sensitive at that point
and I'd to pull away from paradise.

He flopped on his side with his cheek on my abdomen and his face toward
me. His hips still moved, but now languorously. I rested my hand on the
side of his face and caressed him.

"C'mere."

I pulled him up to me and forced his to sprawl across me. I moved to kiss
him, but he jerked his head away.

"I've still got some of your cum in my mouth!"

I took his head in my hands and forced his face toward me. I kissed him as
sweetly and gently as I could, on the eyes and nose and finally on the
lips. He kept his mouth tightly closed for a moment.

I pulled back. "I want to kiss you, Adam."

He looked bewildered, but relented. Our tongues danced for a few
moments. He was telling the truth; he still had some of my semen in his
mouth. It didn't bother me in the least, but he seemed to get
uncomfortable.  I let him back away from the kiss. He looked at me
strangely for a moment, then: "Can I ask you really personal question?"

"Well, you just came in my mouth and wanted to kiss me and it's like you
don't mind the taste of, uh - "

"Semen. The word is semen.  Or cum."

"Well?"

I ran my hands down his back and pulled him closer. "Adam, you don't seem
to mind the taste; why should I? But to tell you the truth, I'd rather
taste your cum in my mouth, which, young man, I'm shortly about to do."

Adam cuddled into me. "I'm sorry, Frankie. It's just we never kissed in
school. It wasn't you know... well, it was just sex. Kissing means a lot
more, don't you think?"

"Yeh, I do, Adam." I pulled him against me and fastened my lips to his. I
probed a little with my tongue. After a few moments, he opened his mouth
and led me slide inside. Then I felt his tongue reciprocate and we lay
there for about fifteen minutes exchanging hot wet kisses and bodily
fluids. Finally, we lay side by side, looking into each other's eyes as we
murmured.

Adam's eyes got suddenly heavy-lidded. "Oh, yeah, well, I really like
feeling that in my mouth, all that stuff spurting so hot and thick, and
feeling you moving and hearing you groan and knowing I'm doing that to you,
making you feel like that while you give me the cum right out of you, like
you're feeding me and - "

"Shhh, baby," I whispered. "Every word you're saying goes for me, too. Now
close your eyes... lie back and think of ...." I slid down his body. His
hot prick was still urgently hard. I pressed my lips to the unsheathed head
and felt the boy tremble all over. Whatever I did, he wasn't going to hold
out for very long. Still, it was around 7.30 and I knew the folks would be
home by eight. We didn't have much time, but I was determined to make Adam
realise what he was beginning to mean to me. I slid his four inches into my
mouth and sucked as gently as I could; at once his legs started tremble,
his stomach fluttered under my hand, and I could feel his balls rise in his
tightening scrotum.

I don't think you could have reached 100 before he was squirting
uncontrollably into my hot hungry throat, his hands pulled my head so hard
into his groin I couldn't breath at all. Fortunately I've been a serious
swimmer since I was eight, so I dived and went for it. Four, five, six
squirts actually hit the back of my throat in rapid succession. "Oh oh oh!"
I heard Adam's voice count them, or rather groan them out. Then he trembled
again, locked his thighs round my head and lay there like an unstiffening
corpse. I gave both of us a bit of time to recover then eased him away.

"Come on, boy. Up!" I insisted. "Mom and the kids will be here in a few
minutes. "We'd better have quick wash. We smell like... like we just shot
our loads or something." Adam grinned and leapt up displaying the absurd
recovery powers of the thirteen-year-old and grabbed his clothes. "Okay,
race you to get dressed."

As we made for the kitchen and a show of innocence, Adam paused: "May I
borrow that novel. Betcha he can teach me a few things - for next time..."
I sighed, my cock stirring immediately at the thought of that 'next time'.

We spent the rest of next week together, which surprised nobody in either
of our families since they'd always been good friends. They were delighted
to be living near each other again, and Adam's parents were particularly
pleased I was taking the time and trouble to ease him back into our
neighbourhood before school started again. There was sex, lots of it, but
there was lots more than that.

Adam had a sharp mind, a lively intelligence, a restless curiosity, and a
willingness to learn that reminded me how much I'd appreciated him before
his age reached double figures. Now we had sex in common, our friendship
deepened even more quickly despite the two years difference in ages and two
inches in cock size!

He'd been playing with my dick while I pondered and my cock, which has no
conscience, was stiffening and my balls were tightening. His fingers were
tantalizing my prick now, barely touching it as they moved up and down and
then sliding lower, between my legs, where he trailed his fingernails
lightly over my balls. I almost had a seizure from the intense lightness of
the touch. He squirmed against me, his chest massaging my belly as his
arsehole drooled wetly on my leg.

He started kissing him way down toward my cock, but I stopped him with a
hand under his chin.

"I want to give you pleasure in my way," I whispered.

"I like this," he murmured, pressing his lips against my abdomen. "It makes
me, you know, get over when you shoot your - your cum in my mouth."

"I know, but I want to taste you, too," I whispered. Adam looked at me
quizzically. "But you have. You've swallowed lots of my cum."

I held his little chin my hand. "I'm not talking about your cum. I'm not
even talking about your prick and balls. There are other bits of you I want
to taste. You know our agreement. I never do anything you don't want me to
do, and when you tell me to stop, that's what I do. But, Adam sweetheart,
I'm hungry for all of you, and I mean all of you."

He bit his lower lip and then nodded. With my hands under his arms, I
pulled him up to me and kissed his lovely mouth. After a few moments of
hesitation, his lips parted and our tongues danced. I was running my hands
over his naked loveliness, savouring the taut, tiny waist and hard little
mounds of his flawless ass. Occasionally I let one hand wander down between
his legs to barely touch his love hole. His buttocks would flex at the
contact.

I rolled him onto his back and started kissing my way down his torso. It
wasn't a long journey down his small frame from his hardened nipples to his
naval, but I took a leisurely, meandering route, making the most of
it. Then I headed for paradise. All the time, I was running my hands up and
down his firm torso and legs and by the time I'd kissed the hollows just
inside each hipbone, he was sighing and occasionally gasping with pleasure.

I slid lower, forcing his legs apart, and then began kissing and licking
the insides of his thighs. His knees, wide to either side of my broad
shoulders, were bent and I could even lick the backs of his lean thighs. I
slid my hands beneath him and took one cheek in each palm. He tensed more
and more, the closer I got to my target. Again I'd to suppress the mental
association with a prepubescent boy - it was really disturbing - and I
began savouring the musky sweetness of his love hole.

I grazed the outer lips with my mouth. He stiffened and his thighs
trembled, as if he were fighting a battle with himself to keep them
apart. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" I whispered.

"No, no, it's great but ... I'm just not used to it."

"Get used to it," I ordered. "I like it!"

I went back to licking. I tried to catch his anal lips, one at a time, in
my lips and play with them, but they were too thin and tight. They were
beautifully engorged and I was almost drooling. I tried parting them with
my tongue. The tongue is, ounce-for-ounce, the most powerful muscle in the
body.

I could not part his anal ring with my tongue.

Bringing my hands forward, I used my thumbs to pry those tight lips open
and expose the brown tenderness within. I licked and laved and trilled and
teased and let my breath fall on his little rosebud. I didn't need to hear
his gasps to know he was enjoying it; his lips seemed to swell with blood
until they were noticeably puffy.

His legs had clamped on my head and his hands rested in my hair. They
trembled as if in isometric exercise. He was fighting the impulse to push
me away because everything he'd been taught told him what we were doing was
dirty, and at the same time he was enjoying it immensely.

Then I started flattening my tongue in his thumb-parted anus and slowly
wriggling it up his rectum. By the time I reached the root of my tongue
-and it took a good ten seconds, even for that short a trip -his cock was
hot, hard and throbbing against my skin.

I slowed my circlings and took his ring in a lip-grip. He seemed to go
catatonic. He stiffened, taut as a catgut string, and shook. He made barely
any noise at all. I moved one thumb over, finally found the vestibule again
and carefully worked my thumb into the spasming constriction of his rectum.

When I pulled my lips off his lips, he forced his hips down - and in the
process forced half my thumb into his rectum. He groaned, long and low. I
wriggled the digit until he writhed again, this time with his hips
rocking. His juices were coating my fingers, my lips, my tongue. My cock,
hard to begin with, was aching - no matter that he'd drained me less than
twenty minutes before.

I slowly licked him again and he arched and came again - and then again. I
could feel hot little jets splatter against my body. I felt Adam go rigid,
limp and then rigid again before he shuddered uncontrollably against me.

When I pulled my face away, he collapsed back onto the bed, sobbing and
gasping. I crawled up and rolled him into my arms. He began weeping
uncontrollably. I was getting scared, now. I held him, gently caressing him
till he calmed. Then I asked and he said, "I just feel so - so silly,
cumming so much that way! I know you weren't ready, but I couldn't control
myself. I'm just a baby, a cry baby." He started to sob again.

I kissed his eyes and his tear-stained cheeks as he caught his breath and
relaxed.

He squeezed my aching erection. "I want this inside me."

"Don't be silly, Adam, that would really hurt. And honestly, I get so much
pleasure sticking my tongue up you, or cumming all over you, that it's not
really necessary." I sounded convincing, even to myself.

"I don't care what you want," Adam said, almost angrily. "It's what I
want. I want to feel you inside me. I know it'll hurt. If it hurts too
much, I'll tell you to stop. I trust you. You want it, I want it, so we're
going to try it."

"Wanna get on top, shorty?"

He giggled, then calmed down. "Mmmmm, I don't think that would work. I'm
kind of...small down there." He pecked me on the lips. "Besides, I'd rather
be under you, 'kay?"

I rolled him onto his back and his legs came up around my hips. I leaned on
my hands, propping myself up, and smiled down at this brave lad. Then,
grasping my erection, which ached so much it hurt, I ran the head of it up
and down his anal ring. Even without seeing it, it felt huge against that
tiny opening.

Adam's hand insinuated itself between us and he took over the guidance. I
felt no difference, but he was satisfied, evidently, because he locked his
legs around me and began pressing up at me.

I can take a hint. I began pushing slowly down at him and felt a tiny
opening at the tip of my glans. A grimace flickered across his face and I
hesitated. His eyes, squeezed shut, opened wide. "No! Don't stop!"  Okay, I
didn't. I swivelled my hips and he swivelled his and only the fact he'd
vacuum-dried my balls less than a half-hour before kept me from blasting my
cum into him the moment my glans was inside the incredibly small hole and
his sphincter was vise-gripping just behind the raised flange of my knob.

I stopped there. His expression said he was in pain and his anal ring was
spasming slightly looser occasionally - but then clenching right back
down. I moved to withdraw but he tightened his legs around my back.  "Don't
stop!" he grunted. "I've to have it in more!"

I slid my hands down to his bum, so tiny and tight. I pulled him towards me
as I pushed down.

Bit...by...grudging...bit...my cock burrowed into him, as he humped
hungrily up at me. He was wet all the way down and tight all the way down
and spasming all the way down. And when I finally felt his pubis grind into
mine and knew I was all the way inside, I could feel the wall of his rectum
against the tip of my cock. It was unbelievable. I imaged how distended his
anal ring must be round the base of my cock. I'm sure Adam had had some
very big shits in his life, but I can't imagine he'd ever had anything this
big, or hard and throbbing, up his shit chute.

Putting my hands under his bum had caused my upper body to fall forward
onto him. I raised myself up on my hands again and looked down into his
face. It was slack and darkened with a deep flush - and he'd bit his lip
hard enough to draw blood. His eyes fluttered open and the concern must
have shown on my face.

"I'm okay. I want to you to cum in me."

"It's hurting you - "

"I want you to ... fuck me! Fuck me!"

Each time he said it, he shivered.

"Fuck me and cum inside me! Do it to me! I want it!"

I pulled back a little - maybe an inch - and pushed slowly into him. Sucked
off or not, I wasn't going to last long, not the way this felt.  "Fuck me
-fuck me hard! I want to feel it! Fucking do me!"

I pulled back half-way and then pressed slowly and steadily into him. He
groaned and his legs rose up and onto my shoulders, his slim hips angled up
at me. I did it again and he gasped again and he started with "Unnnnnh!"
each time my dick pounded into him. I touched something deep inside the
boy, and he practically lifted me off the bed. "Fuck!" he yelled so loudly
that I clamped my hand over his mouth for a seconds. When I took my hand
away, he grinned up at me: "Whatever you do there, do it again. It's
un-fuck-ing-be-liev-able!"

"See!" he demanded. "See! Now fuck the living shit out of me - hard so I
can feel it like that!"

I saw and understood. I pulled my legs up and knelt, my hands under the
small of his small back supporting him so he was arched back. I held him
with one hand and moved the other around to his front and started stroking
his hard-on lightly and persistently.

His abdomen twitched wildly and then - and then he came! The spasms of his
arsehole felt like they were going to hold my dick in him forever. He
squeezed his ring viciously, as if trying to snap me off at the root. I
couldn't believe how quickly Adam learned everything.

I leaned forward and starting driving into him faster, harder, using longer
strokes. He was cumming again, now, and giving himself over to the
pleasures. At one point, he wrapped his legs around my neck and glued
himself to me. "Yes!" he gasped. "YES! DEEP!" His legs went back farther
and farther and then he shifted his arms so that his knees were hooked
behind his shoulders. I looked down and saw his belly bulge each time I
pushed down and deep into him.

When my time came, I told him so, with my usual eloquence: "Cumming!
Cumming now!" I must have sounded like a fucking demented train spotter!

"YES!"

I squirted my jism into him, interrupted only by the clenchings of his anal
ring - which tightened so much it repeatedly stemmed the flow, which only
prolonged and intensified my orgasm. My dick lengthened and thickened
inside of him when that happened and Adam made little squeaky noises and
bit the back of his own leg in his wildness.

When my dick deflated - this happens, you know - his sphincter was so tight
it wouldn't let the erection-producing blood escape right away. Only slowly
did my cock soften enough for me to try pulling out of him.  His legs
straightened as my dick came free with an audible POP! and I rolled onto my
back, pulling him into my arms. His chest and belly were pressed against me
like fists and he shook against me. I felt dampness on my chest, from his
face.

"Are you okay?"

"Why do they have to make something so good sound dirty? It just makes me
want to do it more - just so I'll feel good."

"I don't know, Adam. I just don't know." He stretched himself out on me and
sighed. Does this mean we're HO-MO-SEX-SHU-ALS?" He grinned as he said.

"I don't know, Adam. I just don't know. I never thought I'd like having sex
with a boy, but when I'm around you that's what I want to do. You're my
first boy; I want you to be my last."

"Okay," Adam laughed. "When I'm 21, we'll give this up and get
girlfriends. Then we'll get married and have kids - boys. And our boys can
fuck each other!"

"It's a deal," I sighed. Adam rolled off and cuddled into me. We both
yawned simultaneously, grinned, closed our eyes and grabbed some
shut-eye. When I awoke, Adam was sitting up reading from the ring-binder in
which I keep my stories.

"Write about us," he said enthusiastically, ignoring the fact I was still
half-asleep. "What?" I yawned.

"About us, write about us, about you and me. I know you'll have to change
the names, but we'll know it's us. Use a different name. Sell the story. Or
stick it on the Net! I want everybody to know about us - everybody!"

Adam grinned, rolling on top of me. I felt his hot little (comparatively
speaking) cock pressing into my stomach. For a few moments, my mind was
miles away: Why not? Why not make what our story into my first real bit of
writing?

Maybe a paperback - on sale in all the book shops and airports of the
English-speaking world. I liked that idea: thousands of guys turned on by
our story, thousands of guys on thousands of rooms, paperback in one fist,
hard-on in the other, jerking to a climax just as Adam and I reached ours.

"Ouch!"

What the fuck?

Adam wasn't that small after all!


7 - FAR TOO FAR OUT

The summer of my fourteenth birthday I was shipped off to Thomas (call me
Tom) Butterfield, my dad's business partner, in San Fransisco, USA, for six
weeks.

What a trip it turned out to be!

Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge into Marin County was like driving ito
Heaven and Mr.. Butterfield pointed out the sights as we drove through
Sausalito to Tiburon to Corte Madera towards San Rafael. Mr.. Butterfield's
house was also straight out of Heaven!

I'm going to try writing this in the third person, so he, Frankie, will be
me, Frankie. As Rimbaud said: Je suis un autre. And I'm going to plunge in
media res, cos that's what were here for, isn'it?

Frankie and his host, Thomas Butterfield, emerged from the sauna into what
'Tom' called the recovery room. They sat on the high-backed, padded
lie-lows, with their tiny towels draped modestly around
the. Mr.. Butterfield was about the same age as Frankie's father, the boy
guessed, but better built and hairier.

"Sip your drink, Frankie," said Mr. Butterfield raising his own to his
lips. Frankie copied him and was startled to find that though sweet - a bit
like raspberry and lime - it had a fiery touch on the back of his
throat. But it was good!

"Go easy on that, son," laughed the man, casually lifting is left leg and
planting his foot on the end of Frankie's lie-low. The boy gulped. It
wasn't the drink. It was the sudden exposure or the man's over-sized, hairy
anus, an anus that seemed to have lips of its own. Frankie couldn't take
his eyes from the distended arse lips and gulped again as Mr. Butterfield -
Tom - flexed them ever so slightly.

"Well, how are you settling in?" he asked.

"Sorry, pardon, sir?"

"Think you're gonna like it here in Frisco. Like what you see so far?"

"Yes, Mr. Butterfield. San Francisco's an amazing place."

"It's Tom, not Mr. Butterfield," came the reply. "Call me Tom. Your daddy
told me to take good care of you and that's just what I'm gonna do." He
paused, then tweaked his towel onto the floor and sat there naked, sweaty
and hairy in front of Frankie O'Dowd. "There that's a lot more
comfortable. You should do the same. Then we'll both be comfortable."

Slowly, shyly Frankie pulled away his towel and folded it neatly across the
back of the lie-low. "Sorry 'bout this" he murmured, glancing down at his
semi-tumescent penis and putting down a hand to cover it."

"Hey don't cover it up. We're both guys and you've got nothing to be
ashamed about. As a matter of fact..."

Frankie was mesmerised as the man's penis, already the thickest he'd ever
seen, began to fill, stretch and rear itself up against his hairy
belly. Frankie had heard a penis could be more than ten inches; this one
definitely was.

"So tell me about yourself. What would you like to be?"

Still finding it difficult to speak Frankie took a gulp of his drink,
spluttered and managed: "I'd like to be a writer... and maybe even make
movies of the stories I write."

"What kind of things do you write about?"

It must have been the drink. Suddenly Frankie felt uninhibited and out it
popped: "Porn. I like writing porn stories."

"Mmm... porn," mused Mr.. Butterfield. "Porn and movies. Well, the best
writers are the guys who write about what they've experienced. Hey, I like
making movies, too. Maybe we can help each other."

"You do!"

"Yep I do. Tell you what, Frankie. Go into my office and get the camcorder
on the desk. ... No don't bother putting on the towel. We're both guys, and
there's nobody here but us. We can do whatever we want."

A bit light-headed, Frankie stood up, his cock now pressed hard against his
pubic area, and headed through the house towards Mr.. Butterfield's
office. If he'd looked back, he'd have seen his host pick up his glass,
drop two tiny pills in the cocktail, watch them fizz, bend his hard cock
into the drink and stir it, and then top up the glass. But Frankie didn't
look back and he didn't see Thomas Butterfield smile.

"Wow! This is the smallest one I've ever seen," said Frankie as be came
back, totally forgetting he was naked carrying a small camcorder with him.

"Yep," said Mr. Butterfield. "It's a Nikon. They aren't expensive but they
do a brilliant job. They're shockproof waterproof and when you've done
filming you can play your footage on the Virtual Reality headset I've got
in my bedroom. And you can hold the camera in one hand while your busy with
the other."

"Can I try it? Can I try it?" chirped Frankie, totally forgetting the
appropriate modal auxiliary.

"'Course you can," laughed Mr. B., "But have a few sips of your drink first
then get your sweet little ass over here."

Frankie down his drink in one gulp then sat beside Mr.. B. who gave him a
quick rundown on using the camcorder.

"What will I shoot? What will I shoot?" asked Frankie, whose head was
suddenly full of pink fluffy clouds.

"Have you ever tried this?"

The man rolled down his extra-thick foreskin to expose a huge piss
slit. "Watch this... get some close-ups." To the boy's amazement he pushed
the little finger of his left hand into the slit and worked it down to the
knuckle. "I've been massaging my urthera from the inside since I was
younger than you. Pass me the camera."

The man took the camera in one hand and slid his pinky out of his
urthera. Taking Frankie's small hand he gently gripped the boy's middle
finger and wroked it all the way down his piss hole. "Now fuck my
urthera. Fuck it from the inside. Gently. Gently." He was delighted to feel
the boy's finger inside him and panned the camera from Frankie's finger to
the boy's body and face. "You've never tried this?" he asked.

"No," said Frankie. "Does it feel good?"

"Feels great. You'll find out when you try it... Now bend down and put your
lips round your finger ever time you slide it out out keep your lips on it
while your sliding your finger back in." Frankie found it hard to work
things out. The easiest thing to do was following instructions and that's
what he did until Mr.. B. paused the camera and said "Let's shoot something
different now."

Passing the camera back, the man lay back on the lie-low, pulled his knees
up and spread his legs wide part to display his huge hairy arsehole. As the
boy watched, he flexed his anus and pushed it out until a round, red
'donut' appeared.

"What the fuck's that?" asked Frankie, focusing the camera on the scarlet
donut in disbelief.

"That's the inside of my ass," laughed Mr. B. "At least, it's part of the
inside, part of my rectum. It's just popped out to get a bit of fresh
air. I can suck it back inside if you want," guessing the 14-year-old
wouldn't want, judging by his erection.

"No, no, keep it out. Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all... especially when I have a boy like you to kiss it."

"MayI look at it close-up?" asked Frankie handing back the camera.

"'Course you can. You can do whatever you want. Be my guest."

The boy slid between the man's legs until he was only inches from the
moist, red flesh. What had Mr. Butterfield said? He could kiss it if he
wanted to.

Tentatively, he stuck out his pink tongue and gave the red flesh a few
licks, a few swipes, then opened his mouth until he could get his lips
round the mass of the man's scarlett rectal prolapse. Frankie couldn't
think about what he was doing; he wasn't quite capable of coherent
thought. Mr. B. couldn't believe how lucky he was. Here was a 14-year-old
English boy a real good-looker lying between his legs giving his prolapse a
blow job. Life could hardly be better. And to think they'd only just begun.

Frankie's lips and tongue fluttered over every fold of the prolapsed rectum
tasting the man's insides, slurping down the salty mucus while the man's
groans came to him from farther and farther away. The rosebud contracted
back into the bowels. the boy plunged his tongue in as deep as could,
almost frantic to make contact again.

"Stand up, stand up," the voice told him. Frankie stood up. "Push your dick
inside me. Inside my prolapse. Do it." The rectal prolapse was fully
exposed again. Frankie lowered himself onto to Mr. B. who took hold of his
stiff penis and worked into the glistening flesh. "Now fuck me, boy, fuck
me hard." Instinct took over and the boy began to fuck the man - hard. The
voice came again: "I want your balls inside me too. Your prick and balls
inside my prolapse."

Fingers took the boy's balls, raised them to the hole and sucked them
inside. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me, like my daddy fucked me," came
the voice. Frankie lay on the man's chest while his lower half bounced
against his crotch. The man was kissing him, open-mouthed, sucking his
tongue into his mouth, devouring him, as if he were being eaten alive. His
own anus was being fucked. What was up his arse he didn't know or care
about. Every part of him was ablaze. He was cumming, cumming, as if he was
being emptied into the bowels of the man below him, and...

Frankie's eyes fluttered open. He tried to work out where he was. This
wasn't his home. It took time but he realised he was in California America,
in Mr. Butterfield's house, the villa in the Marin hills outside the
city. Not in his bed. In the biggest bed he'd ever been in his life. Twice
as big as mum and dad's double bed. The whole room was in pale blues and
whites. A light breeze carressed the curtains. The bedroom door opened.

"Ah, you're awake, Frankie. You've been asleep for three hours. How you
feeling - headachey?"

Frankie shook his head to test it out.

"No, I'm fine, sir. But I'm hungry, really hungry."

Mr. B. laughed: "Looks like you're one of the lucky ones. Hold on. I won't
be a moment. Sit up."

By the time Frankie was sitting up, Mr.. B. was back carrying a large
bed-tray. "They had this ready for you downstairs." Plonking down the
bed-tray carefully across the boy, he said: "Pizza and Pepsi." Frankie's
mouth watered. "Enjoy. I'll be back in half an hour. Take your time. Have a
shower. There's freshly warmed towels ready for you. Look in the closet in
your bedroom. Choose what you want to wear this evening. We're going out
this evening. There'll be boys your age, so expect to have fun. "Clean fun"
he added grinning.

As the man stepped towards the bedroom door, the boy's voice called out:
"Mr. Butterfield Mr. Butterfield, sir."

"Yes, Frankie, what is it?"

"Mr. Butterfield, can I..."  the boy corrected himself. "Mr. Butterfield
may I..." The boy paused then - "May I sleep in this bed tonight? I mean
with you - please."

"Of course you can - but on one condition. No Mr.. Butterfield. No sir. No
Thomas. Just Tom. I'm Tom. You're Frankie. Deal?"

Frankie grinned.

"Deal --- Tom."

That night, as man and boy lay in bed, Frankie whispered: "Sir - I mean,
Tom - was I dreaming this afternoon?"

"Dreaming about what, dear boy?"

"Sex stuff. I dreamed we were doing sex stuff. That I'd never heard of
before. Stuff that was... "

Frankie couldn't find the word or words to express what he wanted to say.

"No, you weren't dreaming. The important thing is - did you enjoy what we
were doing?"

Frankie thought for a minute.

"Yes I did. I know it was wrong but I didn't care. I don't care. It
was... dirty but it was mega exciting."

"Why do you think it was wrong? You wanted to do it. I wanted to do
it. Nobody got hurt so what was wrong about it?"

There was no response.

"You must be exhausted, Frankie so let's get some sleep."

"But I'm not I'm not. I'm not even tired - and I want to try - anything,
everything."

Mr. Butterfield - Tom sighed, then laughed.

"Okay but help me sort this bed first."

Man and boy got out of the bed. The man pulled a waterproof sheet from a
cupboard. The boy helped him spread it across the bed. The man handed the
boy a small tub labelled 'Crisco'. The man lay on his back on the bed and
told the boy to open the tub, and spread the stuff on his right hand and
arm. By the time, the boy had done this, the man's prolapse was extended
and exposed to the boy's fascinated gaze.

"Now sit alongside me, Frankie and work your fingers into my rectum. Go
easy at first."

Frankie began running his slippery fingers over Tom's distended anus. There
was something sweet about it - a bit like he'd played with as a kid -
rubbery and giving. Frankie fondled and manipulated the folds of the man's
prolapsed rectum then he pushed his clasped fingers forward until the ruby
red rectum swallowed his hand to the wrist. "Deeper." Frankie felt Tom's
rectum pulsate and managed to get in all the way to the elbow before he met
resistance. "Fuck me." Pulling his arm backwards and forwards, Frankie got
into a sawing action that made Tom groan and then say: "Can you feel that
second ring deep inside me?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my second sphincter.  Everyone has one. Pull your hand out. Make a
fist.  Tuck your thumb inside your palm."  Frankie showed him his Crisco,
mucus and shit-smeared fist and arm. "Yeah, beautiful.  Now push it in and
push past my second ring."  The boy's fist and arm slid in deeper until he
was up to his elbow inside the man's intestines.

"Now pull out and start punching in and out - all the way into my gut."

As Frankie followed instructions, Tom's anus let loud slurping, farting
sounds and the largest rosebud yet.  The prolapsed rectum stuck out so far,
it resembled a moist, bright red traffic cone until Frankie pushed hard and
rapidly slid his arm back in all the way. Then he found a punch rhythm that
had Tom groaning in pleasure.

"Sir, I gotta piss I just gotta."

"Piss in me! Piss in me!"

The boy nodded and replaced his shit-slimy arm with his aching hard-on and
thrust forward, piss and precum squirting as Tom's sphincters kept trying
to shit the boy's penis out before sucking it back in.

Suddenly, almost as if it has been planned, man and boy orgasmed
simultaneously, Frankie squirting deep inside Tom, and Tom squirting up his
own belly and chest till the cum splattered onto his neck and chin.

Roll the film forward fifteen minutes.

Mr. Butterfield and Frankie O'Dowd are sound asleep, the boy in the arms of
the man, glued together with cum, mucus, piss and streaks of shit. Man and
boy are sleeping the sleep of the just - the just about fucked out.

Later, back in England, Frankie had trouble distinguishing what had been
real and what had also been a dream during his sex sessions with
Mr. Butterfield, and the boys he sometimes brought to the house. Did he
really shit in "Tom's" mouth? He wasn't entirely sure but the memory was so
vivid it must have been based on something that really happened.

It was after breakfast - orange juice and croissants - and he got what
Mr. B. liked to call Frankie's 'fluffy head'. He never got headaches
afterwards but it was difficult to remember what had happened. Though all
of the sessions were captured by the camcorder, Mr. B. claimed that some of
them had recorded only blurs.

He shook his head and tried to remember.

"Frankie, climb over here and squat over my face. No, I want your sweet ass
over my mouth."

The man watched as the slim 14-year-old squatted over him his cute ass only
inches away. He pried open the boy's cheeks and sighed at the sight of the
cute rosy-brown rosebud. "Down, please, Frankie," who lowered himself till
his rosebud was a couple of inches from the open mouth. The man begna to
kiss, lick and tongue the anus, at the same time massaging the boy's tummy
to encourage him to defecate.

"I'm opening up now," came the boy's whisper.

The man pressed his opened lips against the boy's distended anus and felt a
hot, hard turd slip into his mouth.

"Hold it there, boy. Hold it right there."

The man sucked on the protuding couple of inches of the turd savouring the
bitter, metallic taste, as it melted in his mouth and slid to the back of
his throat to slide down his esophagus on its journey to its bowels where
Frankie's shit would become his shit.

"A little more, please."

Frankie, who had commendable control over this sphincters, released a
second portion, and, though it was softer than the first, Mr. Butterfield
was able to work his lips round it until it melted and slid on its
way. Soon, all too soon, the boy had unloaded all he had leaving the man to
gurgle down the sloppy remainder.

"Piss now, please."

Frankie clambered round and aimed his semi-tumescent penis at Mr. B's open
mouth. The urine fairly flew from the piss slit into the waiting mouth,
splashing across the man's face, chin, cheeks, eyes (closed).

"Fist me, baby."

Like an enthusiastic puppy, Frankie whirled clambered to the end of the
bed, and Mr. Butterfield's wide-spread, pulled-up legs. Without much
ceremony he rammed his clasped fingers and thumb into the man's rectum and
began punching.

"Whoa, whoa. Let me get the camera. And, slowly, push your hand and arm in
as far as you can go and hold it there."

In went Frankie's hand and arm all the way to the elbow and beyond.

"Wow! Look!" said the boy. "I can see my arm all the way inside you. It's
even past your belly button!"

Mr. B. chuckled: "That's exactly what I wanted. Now, if you can manage, run
your lips all the way up and down the the bulge your arm is making. Take
your time. I want to get this all on cam. Make love to the bulge with your
mouth. You're going to get a very special reward today."

Later, under the shower, Tom told Frankie what the reward was: Kart Racing
in San Francisco.

"Yep we're meeting Louis down at the K1 on Beacon Street... you and Louis
are gonna take each on in electric kart racing - best of five races. Then
we're doing China Town. Then Louis is having a sleepover here. Then..."

"Mr B! You're the best," yelled Frankie, throwing his slippery soapy, naked
body onto Mr. Butterfield's arms."

"Hey," laughed the man. "You're a bit over-excited. Let me calm you down."

He slid down Frankie's body and took the boy's penis into his mouth, as
Frankie stood over him thinking, "I'm the luckiest boy in the whole fuckin'
world!"

And who's to say he wasn't?


8 - LEE, ME & CHARLIE BROWN


I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch facing the
television which was showing Bugs Bunny cartoons. I love Bugs Bunny. I
started to get engrossed in the cartoons and I wasn't paying attention to
what was going on around me. Lee had come down the stairs and quietly
sneaked around behind the couch. He surprised me. He put his hand over my
eyes and said, "Guess who."

"Miss America," I joked.

"Damn, you're close. But how many Miss America's do you know who love to
walk around the house naked?"

Lee then pulled him hands away and leapt over the couch landing in my
lap. He was like he said, bare-assed naked. He gave me a kiss, jumped up
and stood in front of me. He started rubbing his nipples and his hard-on
and said, "Do I get you horny? If I do, you can have me, but you have to
catch me first."

He ran out of the room. I flew after him. Lee stopped at the top of the
stairs and waved his cock once more. Then he ran into a room upstairs. I
followed and found Lee lying on his bed with his legs spread wide open, his
arsehole pointing in my direction. He was stroking his cock at a feverish
pace.

I stripped. Believe me, it didn't take long. I crawled onto the bed and
buried my face between Lee's legs. I started licking so fast and hard that
he started to moan and groan right away. He got so excited I couldn't help
but get excited as fast. Lee came in minutes. As soon as he did, I moved
forward and rammed my cock right into him. It felt wonderful and in moments
I came, too.

Don't tell me we're cousins: I know that! Don't tell me we're crazy: I know
that, too!

I rolled off of Lee and he jumped up and reached for some clothes.

"It's time to go for brunch," he said slipping on a pair of jeans and a
Spice Girls top! I loved his sense of humour. I asked him if those pants
were uncomfortable without any underwear. He said he loved the way they
rubbed up against his arse I wasn't going to argue. I got up and put my
clothes back on and off to lunch we went.

Lunch was fun. We talked about the disco and about the weekend and bout the
summer holidays and about college and what it would be like. It was easy to
talk to Lee; actually, it was easier to listen; Lee loved talking, I loved
listening; Lee loved being bum fucked, I loved bum fucking, Lee; we were a
matched pair.

We were finishing our pizzas when a friend of Lee's walked in. Lee
introduced me to Charlie Brown. They'd been friends for years. Charlie was
a bit taller than me with brown wavy hair just short of his shoulders. He
was wearing a blue jogging suit and tennis shoes. He was slim, and elegant
for a sixteen year old boy. Nothing excessive but definitely
eye-catching. Charlie was all legs. Some boys seem to stand out as having
long legs. Well, Charlie was one of them. He'd come to pick up a pizza for
lunch. Charlie sat with us for a few minutes while he was waiting.

Charlie was one year ahead of us so I didn't see much of him around
school. Out of the conversation came an invitation to a party Charlie was
having that week. Lee wanted to go and I'd no special plans so I said I'd
come along, too . Charlie's Quatre Saisons was ready so he paid for it and
left.

Lee was excited about the party. After Charlie left, we realized we were
done so we got up and left. The party was all we talked about on the drive
back to Lee's house.

We walked up to the front of the house and sat down on a couch. Lee got up
right away and ran into the house reappearing a few minutes later with a
pitcher of iced kola and a couple of glasses. He handed me a glass and
poured some kola, then slipped in a spash of vodka. After pouring some for
himself, he sat down right next to me putting his head on my shoulder. I
was glad the house as at the end of a long drive, screened by trees and
safe for the kind of out-door petting we were indulging in. That was my cue
to put my arm around him and give him a big squeeze.

"That feels good. Hold me tight," Lee replied. My cousin was romantic
underneath the cheeky exterior.

I held on to him real tight and rubbed his shoulder at the same time. I was
starting to feel comfortable before Lee surprised me by placing his hand on
my crotch and started stroking my cock until it stiffened under his
fingers.

"We are not going to get much talking done this way," I told him.

Lee started giggling, "You get hard fast don't you?"

"Only for you," I told him though I knew that was a lot of bullshit. I
could get hard for any boy. Lee reached for my zipper and slowly pulled it
down. After a little manoeuvring, he was able to get my cock to stand
straight up out of my pants. He sat back and started stroking my shaft. I
leaned over him and unzipped him, slipping him out into the cool air. He
was as stiff as a poker, and I loved the way I'd to push hard to get his
foreskin down his dick.

I loved the feel of his flesh: the hardness/softness, the stickiness, the
way my fingers slipped down into his curly hairs, the little purple vein
that ran from the base to the head of his cock. I loved the boy smells that
rose up: piss and cum and sweat and smeg.

Lee helped me along by spreading legs to give me better access. By this
time my dick was rock hard and getting ready to squirt. I leaned my head
back and closed my eyes. I was in heaven. I could hear Lee breathing
heavily as I played with his balls, making low volume moans.

We enjoyed this action for twenty minutes until finally it was time to
come. I came first, all over Lee's hand. He kept right on stroking until I
felt his body jerk as he came a few moments later. We were starting to
catch our breath when a voice came out of nowhere, "I don't think Mommy
would approve of that."

We were so lost in what we were doing neither of us had paid much attention
to what was going on around us. We quickly retracted our hands, stuffed our
dicks away and composed ourselves. Lee was white as a sheet but slowly his
colour started to return.

"That's Theo," scowled Lee. "I'm giving him some extra tution in Maths."
Theo was a short boy with short brown curly hair. He was one of those kids
who's so cute you're not sure if he's a boy or a girl until someone tells
you, or until he pulls his pants down.

"Wait until I tell Mommy what I saw. She's won't let me have any more
lessons, I bet."

"Keep your mouth shut, Theo, or I'm going to kill you," Lee threatened
though there was a hint of laughter in his voice. Theo turned and ran out
of the room. I sat there still wondering why the little fucker hadn't
knocked first; after all, it was Lee's house!

"Wait a few minutes, we'll get him back. He is a horny little fucker and
probably can't wait to get himself off after spying on us. When we catch
him, we'll make him wish he never saw a thing."

I couldn't help but laugh to myself. This was going to be fun. We sat
holding hands for a few minutes until Lee signalled we should go into the
house. We both moved like cats, slow and silent. We reached the entrance to
Lee's room. Lee opened the door ever so slowly until it was cracked open
about half an inch. Lee peered inside and grinned. He then pointed for me
to look. I moved around Lee and put my eye to the opening.

Theo lay on his bed, naked, spread-eagled, wanking furiously, his fingers
working his little cock like a piston. I've to admit the sight turned me
on. Though I'd cum only minutes before, I felt my cock stiffen and
arise. Theo's t-shirt lay with his socks on the carpet; his shorts and
underpants were round his ankles; he was sitting with his back against the
headboard. His face was lowered as he gazed intently at the action in his
lap. His fingers were wrapped round his stiffie, jerking the foreskin back
and forwards, up and down the candy pink shaft and over the little
heart-shaped head. It was weird to see someone who looked like an
eight-year-old masturbating with the enthusiasm of a teenager.

Lee opened the door a little bit wider. It didn't make a sound. He kept
going until it was wide enough for us to slip through. Lee entered his room
and I followed right behind him. Theo was breathing heavily. I could tell
he wasn't far from cuming. His head was rocking from side to side.

"I don't think your Mommy would approve of that!"

Theo looked up, saw both of us, then curled up into a little ball and
rolled off the far side of his bed so we couldn't see him. He yelled, "Get
out of my room, you fags!"

I joined in Lee's laughter as we left the room. As we were going down the
stairs, I began to think to myself Theo's body wasn't all that bad. I
wouldn't mind getting into his pants, but of course I had Lee so why anyone
else?

We sat back down in the living room still laughing at what we had done. It
was pretty funny.

"So tell me about Charlie and his parties. What are they like?"

"Charlie lives with his father in a real nice bungalow. When Charlie has a
party, his dad usually orders lots of those submarine sandwiches and a keg
or two of lager. The best part is the indoor heated swimming pool and
saunas. They're mega-rich but I'm not sure how Charlie's dad makes his
money."

"Okay, you've told me about Charlie's parties, now how about Charlie."

"You'll like Charlie. I've been to a few of his parties, he's a lot of fun
to be with. He tells the greatest dirty stories and gets the guys all hard
to turn them on."

"You mean, Charlie's....?"

"Look, there's a lot of us who like a bit of cock. It's nothing special."
He paused. "Not many of them go in for bum-fucking, that is something
special. That's why I wanted you to fuck me." He blushed. "You're special
to me. You know that, don't you?" I nodded, though I couldn't think why I
was so special. I wasn't bad-looking, but I wasn't what you'd call
handsome. I'd a good body, big eyes, and a big prick. Did that make me
special?

"I'd love to get it on with you and Charlie," I blurted out without
thinking. That must have been a bit hard on Lee; only a few moments ago
he'd been telling me how special I was to him; there was I saying I'd like
to make it with him and Charlie. A hard cock has no conscience.

"Yeh, I bet you would. Keep dreaming."

"Now you've got me looking forward to this party. I'll keep my eyes on
Charlie and maybe get to see him in action. Speaking of action, seeing Theo
playing with himself and talking about Charlie has made me horny again."

"Too bad because we can't do anything here because the little spy is home,
unless of course you know another place we can go."

"'Course I do."

"Let's go then."

Lee and I laid off each other for the rest of the week waiting for
Charlie's party. We picked up Lee and dad drove us to Charlie's place. The
pool was on ground level. We stepped into a large party room and like Lee
said there was a humungous baguette with a whole table to itself. It was
about ten feet long. I couldn't help but notice all the beautiful bodies
running around in real skimpy swimsuits. Some of these boys were real
knockouts.

The only boy I recognized was Charlie. There were a few older guys there
too. Boyfriends, I assumed. Charlie came over to say hi as soon as he
noticed us. He was wearing the skimpiest Speedo's of all and did he look
edible! His body was beautifully proportioned, and his cock and balls were
clearly outlined behind the clingy fabric.

We all said 'Hi' and he showed us the dressing rooms where we could
change. The dressing rooms were real nice. They had the saunas like Lee
told me. We changed quickly and then jumped in the pool. I got there before
Lee so I looked around at all the tanned bodies lying on the lounge
chairs. Lee joined me a few minutes later. I felt a little out of place
because Lee and Charlie were the only people I knew. Some of the other
people I'd seen around school but they'd been out of my league.

After a while swimming, eating and swimming some more, Lee and I called it
quits and sat down on a lounge chair at the side of the pool. Over the
course of the evening I'd become friendly with several of the boys there so
Lee and I'd a lot of bullshit conversation to keep us busy.

The evening wore on and at about midnight I asked Lee if he wanted to
go. Lee was a little high by this time and he didn't. There weren't many
people left at the party but Lee was still having a good time. We'd been
there so long I was bored.

Then a wonderful thought hit me. I'd get Lee into the sauna and we could
fool around in private. With Lee in the state he was in, it wasn't hard. We
walked into the sauna, empty by this hour, and sat down on one of the
benches. Lee sat next to me and I immediately started making out with him.

I slipped my hand inside his swimming trunks and began playing with his
cock. It became erect immediately. Lee put his hand inside my bathing suit
and started stroking my hard-on. We were getting into each other real
fast. I laid Lee down on the bench and started to kiss and fondle his
arse. He stopped me for a moment and whispered, "What if someone comes in?"

"They can come in and watch." I'd already sussed out what kind of party
this was, with not a single girl in sight.

Lee didn't get a chance to say much because I immediately buried my face
between his legs and began munching away. Lee was breathing too heavy to
say anything. I loved to glance at Lee's face when I was eating him out. He
had a look of total ecstasy. He closes his eyes and tosses his head back
and opens his mouth wide to moan and to allow enough air to pass to stay
alive. Looking up the length of his body, I could see his nipples hard and
erect waiting for me to play with them.

As I looked up Lee's body, I noticed Charlie's face looking in the window
in the door. He was licking his lips. He looked me looking at him and gave
me a wink. I stopped eating Lee and started to move my tongue up the length
of his body. I paused for a few moments at his nipples to gently suck on
them and then continued my way up until I reached his lips. We exchanged a
French kiss and then I drifted my lips around and started sucking on his
ear. At the same time I whispered to him Charlie was watching us through
the window.

Lee didn't give me any response at first. I don't think he knew what to
do. All of a sudden Lee started laughing, sat up and signalled for Charlie
to come in. Charlie came in and sat on the bench on the other side of the
room. The room was small so he wasn't far away from us. It seemed a shame
to leave the host of the party out, so with a glance at Lee, I whispered to
Charlie: "Come on, get over here and join us." With a grin he did just
that.

Lee immediately grabbed the waist band of my bathing suit and pulled it
right down to the floor. I kicked my bathing suit aside and then we helped
Charlie take off his suit. Like a lot of slim kids, Charlie had a big cock,
not so much fat as long, and he was circumcised, which had the effect of
making him look horny all the time. It turned out he was.

Lying there, in that heat, with a fresh, young, naked body in front of me,
and Lee working on my cock was too much for me and I shot my load right
into Lee's hand. I looked across at Charlie. His legs were spread wide open
and I'd a beautiful view of every smooth motion of his hands. Charlie
called out, "I'm cuming, here I cum." I could see his body shake. There was
no doubt; he was randy as hell. Great spurts of jism shot from his hard-on
and splattered across the three of us.

I looked over at Lee who'd placed his head back. He hadn't come yet. I was
surprised. It usually doesn't take him that long. I'd to take care of this
problem. I got down on my knees and put my mouth over the head of his cock
and started flicking it back and forth. That got a real nice response from
Lee. I felt Charlie's hand on my back.

He was pushing me aside so he could get in between Lee's legs. I let him
right in so I could watch Lee get eaten out by another boy. I'd a beautiful
view.I could see every motion of Charlie's tongue and the twitching of
Lee's hole. I got hard again and started to stroke myself. Lee wrapped his
legs around Charlie's head to get Charlie to apply more pressure. In a
minute, Lee had a shattering climax. I felt every muscle in his body
contract with spasms as he exploded into my mouth; his semen was salty
sweet and thick as a milkshake!

Suddenly I realised how late it was. Mum and Dad were out of town but
they'd ordered a taxi to pick us up at midnight. It was one in the morning!
We got cleaned up and dressed quickly. All three of us were tired but still
excited from what had happened that evening. Charlie walked us out to the
cab and we said our thank you's and byebyes.

At the last minute, Lee turned to me.

"Hey, Frankie, is it cool with you if I stay here with Charlie tonight?" He
puts his arm around Charlie's shoulder; Charlie held him round the
waist. It was obvious what they felt for each other.

I smiled at them.

"'Course it's cool. But check with me in the morning by phone. I'm
baby-sitting you, remember."

Lee stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek. In my ear he whispered, "I
love you, Frankie, I really do. A guy couldn't have a better friend'." I
kissed him back then climbed into the taxi. They waved me off into the
night. And in my heart I waved bye bye to Lee - friends forever, yes,
boyfriends no longer.


9 - BEGINNING OF THE END

The beginning of the end began when I realised I was becoming just as much
the seducer as the seduced.

Laurence and I used to play around nearly every Tuesday afternoon when his
mother took his kid brother Leo to basketball practice after school, and we
had the house to ourselves. I suppose his mother looked on me as a kind of
'baby sitter', after all, I was two years older than Laurence who was
Elwyn's cousin.

I can't really remember how it came about, but after a few baby-sitting
sessions, we got into the habit of sucking each other off. That was fine
with me. I didn't mind going down on him. I've always enjoyed making
another boy cum with my tongue and fingers, feeling him under my control,
wanting and needing me, my tongue taking him over the edge, then crying and
kicking and squeezing my head between his legs as he comes until he finally
has to push my head away from his over-sensitized cock.

And I like having the favour returned. I love the feel of a boy's mouth on
my cock. Laurence seemed to like doing it, playing with me and teasing me
until I came. He would slide his mouth over my prick, up and down, up and
down, pushing at the underside with his tongue. He would use his hand on my
saliva-slickened shaft, jacking it up and down while he held just the head
of my cock in his mouth and sucked on it strongly. I loved to spurt into
his mouth and have him swallow it. He always did that, sucking me dry and
then, when I was too sensitive for his to continue, licking his lips until
he'd swallowed it all.

I suppose it was just sex to start with, good clean sex, but as it went on,
I began to find myself thinking how beautiful Laurence was. That scared
me. I knew it was okay to think of girls as beautiful, though I'd never
found them appealing, but it was way out of order to think of boys as
beautiful; hell, we weren't even supposed to admit boys could be
handsome. I looked in the mirror and I knew I was handsome, but it wasn't
something I could go public on.

In fact, as far as I could tell, boys weren't supposed to have any emotions
at all, except for the standard macho emotions like anger, greed and
envy. So, it came as something of a shock to catch myself thinking of
Laurence as beautiful. It wasn't even as if he were feminine, let alone
effeminate. He had a good build for his age; curls tangled enough to defy
any comb, freckles spattered across regular features; big hands and big
feet; and hazel eyes that seemed lit up from within. Stick Laurence in a
movie and he wouldn't look out of place. I wondered if he ever caught
himself in the mirror and went Wow!

One day, I suggested another game.

"I'm going to suck your dick," I said, "but I don't want you to cum, not
this time anyway. Because after I get your dick good and hard, I'm going to
fuck you up the bum."

"Sounds fun," grinned Laurence. "Let's go for it. But if I end up pregnant,
you've got to pay your share of the child-care expenses." For a moment I
wondered if the boy was serious; his grin brought out a grin of my own.

With my hot mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, any idea would have
sounded okay. I didn't mention it wasn't the first time I'd done it. I'd
discovered the unique sensations of bum-fucking a couple of years earlier
with one of my best friends, Elwyn Andersen - his cousin.

I sucked Laurence for about twenty minutes, bringing him close to the edge
time and time again, but never letting him orgasm. Soon enough, he was hot
enough to try anything.

Laurence was as good at getting me hard. Holding the head of my cock in his
mouth, he wrapped his lips around it tightly and pushed his head forward,
forcing me into his mouth deeper and deeper. I felt the tip press against
the soft back of his throat. His lips reached out, scrabbling to get
further down onto me. Then he pulled back slowly until once again only the
head of my cock was between his lips.

Laurence grabbed hold of the shaft with both hands. Holding on to it
firmly, he rolled my cock around in his mouth, licking the head with his
tongue. He laid the sensitive underside right in the middle of his tongue
and rocked his head quickly back and forth for a while, rubbing the bottom
across his tongue. Then he sucked on it for a while.

"There," Laurence said, "I think it's hard enough, now."

"Another minute of that, and I'd have cum down your throat!" I told him.

There was a half-used tube of Vaseline in the drawer. I took the cap off
and squeezed some onto my fingers.

"Grease my bum up good," Laurence said. "I'm so tight you'll need a lot of
it."

He got on his hands and knees next to me, then lowered his head to the
bed. He reached back with both hands and spread his ass cheeks apart.

"Go ahead," he said. "Grease me up, buttercup."

I lay on my side next to him and let my fingers slip into the crack of his
arse. My fingers pushed the gob of Vaseline against the tight bud of his
arsehole. With my middle finger, I rubbed gently around the rim.

"Wow," Laurence said. "I like that."

Slowly, very slowly, I increased the pressure, still moving my finger
around and around. At first, the tight muscle of his arsehole would not
yield. Then it gave a little and my finger dipped into him. I kept moving
and pressing. My finger slid into him little by little. Soon it was as far
as the first joint. Then it was as far as the second joint. I pushed it
forward and buried my middle finger all the way into Laurence's anus.

"Oh, jeez," he said, "that feels so good!" He waggled his bum, shaking it
back and forth and making my finger wobble inside his ass. With my finger
still buried all the way inside him, I rotated it, stretching his arsehole
to get it ready for my cock.

I pushed his bum toward the bed and he stretched out on his stomach. I lay
beside him, my right hand in his ass and my left hand wrapped around him
and under him.

"Oh, Frankie!" he said. "Oh, jeez!"

"Are you ready for it?" I asked.

"Yeh," Laurence said. "Shove your prick up my ass, now! Quick, before I
cum!"

"I think you should grease me up first," I told him. "Wanna make sure I can
slide in easy."

Laurence was almost frantic with desire. On his side, facing me, he grabbed
Vaseline and squeezed some into his hand. He reached down and wrapped both
hands around my cock, spreading the cream all over it. His warm hands,
slipping up and down on my prick, were like his mouth fondling and teasing
me.

"There," Laurence said. "That should do it. Now stick your cock into me,
damn it! Now!"

"You got it," I told him. I pushed down on one of his shoulders, flattening
his face down on the bed. He started to raise up on his knees, but I rolled
my weight on top of his back.

"No," I said. "Just like that. Put me in."

My greased cock was between his cheeks, the head rubbing against his
arsehole. Laurence reached back with one hand and grabbed my prick. He
moved it through the cleft until the tip was centred on his butthole.

"There," he said. "Go ahead. Push it in."

He kept hold of my cock, bracing it for the difficult job of forcing it
into his tight arsehole. I let gravity do most of the work, lowering myself
slowly. I could feel the head of my cock begin to push open the tight ring.

Heavily greased on both sides, there was little resistance, but the size of
my cock in the small place was more than Laurence could accommodate easily.

"Easy," he whimpered. "It's so big. Give it to me just a little at a time."

I backed off a little, then started in again, slower this time. Little by
little, my cock slid into his arsehole. His hand, which was still wrapped
around me, pressed up against his bum cheeks. He held it there for a while,
keeping me in his but preventing me from going further, while he got used
to the feel of my cock in his ass.

"That's better," Laurence said after a moment. "That's a lot better. Now,
push it in slowly, all the way."

Gradually letting my hips press forward, I sank my cock into the depths of
his arsehole. At about two-thirds of the way in, Laurence stopped me again
to let his tight tube get used to me, but he soon signalled he was ready
for more. I shoved forward the last few inches, forcing it deep within his
bum. My pelvis pressed against his tightly stretched arsehole, forcing his
cheeks aside. I was all the way in him.

"Jesus Christ!" I said. "Does that feel as good to you as it does to me?"

"It's great. I can't begin to tell you," Laurence panted. "It's like a
cricket wicket forced up my ass. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!"

Holding myself above him on my hands and toes, only my cock was in contact
with him. I pulled back and shoved forward again, pushing my prick into his
arsehole and then drawing it slowly out. When I pulled back, the ring of
his bumhole clung to my cock like it didn't want to let go. I pulled back
until just the head was still grasped by tight circle of flesh, then pushed
forward again and sank my prick all the way in.

At first, Laurence was passive. He lay there on his stomach, letting me
fuck him, moaning softly. Then he slid a hand under his stomach and down to
his cock. He reached behind to touch my prick and balls briefly, then
pulled his hand away. He began to roll his hips, and I could tell he was
jacking himself in time to our bum fuck.

"Oh, God, that feels so damn good!" Laurence said. "Fuck me! Fuck me in the
ass, Frankie! Push that cock into me. I love it! I want you to fuck me
hard. Fuck me with your cock, Frankie. Shove that big cock in my ass. Give
it to me, give it to me good." (Laurence watched a lot of porn vids on the
net.)

I was more than happy to do what he wanted. I let my weight press onto him,
my chest on his back, pushing his face into the bed. My crotch was pressed
between the cheeks of his ass, drilling my cock deep into his stretched
bum. I put my hands on his hips and pull led back on them, forcing his ass
onto my prick as deep as I could go. I hunched forward, pulled back, pushed
forward again.

Keeping my cock buried deep into his ass, we struggled up to our
knees. Laurence spread his legs sideways and raised his bum as high as he
could, bracing himself with his hands. Kneeling behind him, my hands still
on his hips, I slammed in and out of his tight ass. I pushed my cock in
deep and rolled it around inside his bum.

"Is that what you wanted, Laurence?" I demanded. "Is this what you wanted
me to do? Do you like having my cock up your ass?"

"Yeh, damn it, it's so damn good!" Laurence cried. "Yeh, I've been thinking
about this. I wanted you to fuck me in the ass. I dreamed about it
yesterday. I imagined your big cock pushing its way into me. Only it was
better when you actually fucked me. It's so big! It's like a branch up my
arsehole. I'm spread so wide on your cock. It's all the way up in me,
Frankie. It's so big and so deep and it feels so good and it's going to
make me cum so hard."

I wanted him to cum. I knew it would hit him hard. I wanted him to cum with
my prick buried deep in his ass. Then I wanted to cum myself, to spurt my
cum deep into his arsehole.

"I'm going to cum soon, Laurence," I told him. "You'd better cum soon,
too. I'm going to fill your ass with my cum."

"Almost there," he gasped. "God, it feels so good. Fuck me, Leo. Shove it
all the way up my ass. Fuck me hard and make me cum!"

I gave him what he wanted. I slammed my prick into his arsehole, which
gripped tightly around me, clinging to my cock as I shoved it into him and
dragged it back out of his bum, setting up a steady rhythm that grew more
and more fierce until the cheeks of his ass were slamming into my groin.

Laurence gave a little cry and shuddered, and then he came, twitching and
crying and pleading with me to fuck him harder, to shove my cock as deep as
possible into his ass. That made me cum, too. I shot my jism into his
bumhole, spurting time after time into the depth of his sweet ass.

Okay, so I fucked Laurence, and that was probably no big deal, but since
I'm stuck with true confessions, I've to admit I seduced his little
brother,too, and that was way out of order.

I suppose in my defence I could claim Leo seduced me as much as I seduced
him. After all, he asked for me to baby-sit him, and three or four times I
refused. I'd no particular reason for refusing, other than a hearty dislike
of spending an evening with a little kid; and I certainly had no intention
of getting it on with him.

But the theatre tickets had been bought; they included Laurence. That left
me with little Leo.

I should have suspected something was up when he decided to give me his own
fashion show. Leo piled on lot of other people's clothing, trotting into
the lounge with fewer and fewer clothes until he came to what he called
'the highlight' of the show. I thought it was all a bit weird, but it was
good fun, too.

What I saw next kept me from thinking at all. Leo was clad in a smoke-grey,
wafer thin shorts, pulled tight in the vee, the tube of his cock and the
curve of his tiny testicles showing through the skin-tight fabric. His
shorts hung so low that the tan of summer gave way to the natural cream of
the kid's skin in unbroken gradations.

"You like?" he said, turning slowly around like a model showing a new
design. The little fucker was flirting with me!

"I like!" I grinned, playing along to see how far he was willing to go.

Leo laughed a musical laugh and said, "Good! Come and cop a feel."

I wanted to feel more than the fabric. I wanted to feel every inch of Leo,
explore every crevice, run my tongue over every part of his body and taste
every part of him. "This is the best way to feel it," he sighed as he drew
the moth to the flame. His arms wrapped around my neck and he drew himself
up tight to me. If I'd had any doubts about his knowing about hard-ons,
they were gone now. My cock was jutting against my summer shorts and Leo
was pressing himself hard against it.

Leo opened his mouth and gave me his tongue. It licked back and forth
against my lips. I opened mine in invitation. His tongue came into my
mouth, exploring, seeking. I gave my tongue to him in swirling motions,
making love to his tongue with mine. He drew his tongue back and opened his
mouth even wider, urging me to find it. I delved my tongue into his mouth
and found the treasure.

Our breathing was coming faster and harder now, and his arms wrapped even
tighter about me. I dropped my hands down to his buttocks and softly rubbed
and kneaded them, pulling his pelvis even closer to mine. My cock rubbed
hard against his smaller erection. He put his mouth up to my ear and
whispered, "I want to be naked."

I knelt at the boy's feet, and, taking each hip corner with a finger, drew
the silk slip down to his knees, his ankles, and off. When I raised my
head, my eyes were level with his sweet young cock, an erection that
measured between two and three inches, the head poking out from delicate
foreskin. His balls, like delectable hazelnuts, in a scrotum unwrinkled by
age.

Try as I did, and I did try, I couldn't resist running my hands over the
bare exposed flesh. I made my touch soft and stroking, moving in little
circles down his back. I reached the outward flare of his buttocks and
caressed them, just touching with my fingertips in little feathery
strokes. I moved down to the half-moons where the buttocks joined the
thighs and took his buttocks in my hands and gently and softly stroked
them. The skin was exquisitely smooth, smoother even that the silk that had
just covered them. Leo was holding me tight now, and his breath in my ear
was speeding up, almost a panting sound.

"Shit, Frankie! That's so nice," he murmured, pressing forward so his
hard-on brushed my lips.

I moved one hand into the cleft between those sweet cheeks and inched it
down, delving under the silk, searching for the treasure I knew to be
hidden there. My fingertips brushed across his tiny anus and he caught his
breath as I lightly stroked it in circles. It was moist and I stroked this
area in a little circle, moving my finger lightly across the damp centre
that gave a little as I pressed it with a finger tip. A bit more pressure
and his sphincter gave way enough for me to slip in my middle finger to the
first knuckle. His pelvis thrust back and forward, moving his anal ring up
and down my slickened finger.

Together we grappled with my clothing: T-shirt, shorts, tennis socks,
trainers, until I was as naked as him. My cock jutted out from my body at
an almost perfect ninety degrees. It was wet, slick and glistening from my
flow of juices.

Leo reached down and grasped my cock. It was engorged, swollen, the head
ripe and bulbous. He stroked it, and it jerked and poured out some more
pre-cum fluids. My hand worked in his love chute again, and I could tell
from the urgency of his stroking of my cock he was near wahtever clima a
kid his age could have. He was driving me close to my own orgasm also, and
it was much too early. I wanted to defer that sweet pleasure and
concentrate on Leo.

Reluctantly, I removed his hand from my cock and gently pushed him onto the
couch. He fell onto his back, his legs hanging over the side, toes touching
the thick-piled Afghan rug - a position perfectly suited to my planned
ministrations. I knelt between his legs and spread them wide. The centre of
his being was right before me. I paused, savouring the sight and aroma of
Leo's arousal.

I lowered my head and took his penis into my mouth. He had that smooth
elegance of cock that arouses by its very innocence. My head bobbed up and
down on his pulsating erection; one hand played with his balls while the
other worked its way between his legs, my middle finger stroking his ring,
feeling the smooth skin give way to the serrated edges of his puckered
little hole.

The boy moaned continuously, a soft, mewling sound of pleasure. His pelvis
moved almost convulsively, up and down, in circles, as if it were not a
part of him. I eased my fingertip inside his sphincter and pushed my finger
in, extending it to the maximum. I ran it in and out feverishly, mimicking
the action of his cock in my throat.

Leo arched his back and pushed his shaft hard against my lips: "Oh, I'm
cuming! I'm cumminnngg...ooooohh." I lay there letting his throbbing cock
empty him into me in clear, almost tastless little sports of fluid,
gradually slowing the finger-fucking I was giving his bottom. He lay there,
clutching me, breathing deeply, as his cock oozed a few last pearly drops.

I took Leo's hand and showed him how to wrap it around my cock and stroke
up and down. He started a gentle up and down movement, and I pushed my hips
up to meet each one of his strokes. The whole head of my cock was covered
in pre-cum and it glistened in the light coming through the window. His
hand moved up into the juice with each stroke and soon my entire cock was
coated in my slick male lubrication.

"You're getting all wet," Leo whispered.

With those words, Leo plunged my cock into his mouth. My God, Leo's going
to give me a blow job! I thought. The heat of his mouth was so voluptuous,
the action of his tongue on my glans so stimulating, I thought I'd come at
that very instant. To avoid immediate orgasm, I shifted my thoughts away
from my pleasure and concentrated on his.

It was obvious what it would be. Not six inches in front of my mouth, Leo's
wet, glistening arsehole awaited. If he could give oral pleasures, then I
could more than return the favour. I took his leg and lifted it, moving my
face into the cavity between his thighs.

Opening my mouth wide, I moved my tongue all over his puckered rosebud,
slicking it with saliva, and pushing against the little muscle. I fitted my
lips around his ring and created a little vacuum so I could suck his lips
just beyond my own. That always opens me up; I hoped it'd do the same for
my gorgeous little hero.

His little body bouncing on the couch told me the kid had reached orgasm -
a dry cum, of course, but one that shook his body as if he had a fever.

When he quietened, Leo looked up at me with those big innocent eyes and
whispered: "Frankie, you know what?"

"What?"

"You do it better than Laurence."

Before I had time to digest what he'd said, Leo added: "Can we watch one of
Laurence's pornos? I know where he keeps them. You can choose."

Bliss, sheer bliss!

But in the next few days, the bliss melted away, and what I'd done struck
me in the cold light of day.

I didn't want to be a chaser of little boys, and if I was gay, I wanted to
be legitimately gay: I wanted to grow up into a loving gay man who loved
other loving gay men.

Give me credit, I never touched little Leo again; it was too much like
seducing my innocent self, and that I knew was wrong.


10 - ONLY YOU ONLY ME

Lee was feeling poorly and asked me if I'd deliver his newspapers for
him. I once had that same paper route so I knew it. I told him it would be
no problem. What he didn't tell me, until later, was he wanted me to do his
collecting for him, too. That got me mad because now I'd to knock on every
door to get the paper money. I started about six o'clock, and there were
about fifty houses on the route so it took a while to do.

At the last house of the evening, I got the shock of my life. When the door
opened, guess who was standing there: Theo, Lee's younger brother! Theo's
mother and father were divorced. He stayed three months at his mother's,
now he had three months with his father. I'd forgotten how cute the kid
was.

"Why are you doing delivering papers?" asked Theo.

"Lee's not well. He asked if I'd help him out."

"That's nice of you. Hold on a minute, I'll go get the money for you."

Theo came back, paid up. I said,"Thanks," and started to turn away when he
asked, "Why don't you come in and put your feet up for a bit? My dad's on
the night shift, and to tell you the truth, it's pretty boring staying home
alone." I nodded. "Come round the back way and I'll let you in."

I followed Theo round the back, a high security fence blocked out the back
garden from sight of the street. It was another of those warm evenings not
even a breeze made a ripple on their outdoor pool.

"Now let's see what you got."

At first I thought I hadn't heard the boy correctly. Then I realised what
his grin meant. "I'm glad you broke up with Lee," he said. "You're wasted
on him. I like a bit of fun, so please take off your clothes - or leave if
you prefer that."

"You want me to take off my clothes right here?"

"Right where you're standing."

I felt dumb taking off all my clothes right in front of a junior school
kid. I did as he asked but it took me a while. I must have turned pretty
red. Once all my clothes were off, Theo took a real good look at me.

"Not bad, come on inside."

I picked up my clothes and entered the house. Theo closed the door and
followed in behind me. I leaned over and tossed my clothes on a chair. As I
stood back up again, Theo wrapped his arms around me from behind, held me
real tight and started massaging my chest. I could feel his little nipples
in my back and his hard cock against my bum. His hands slowly inched their
way down. I reached around behind me, grabbed his cheeks and started to
squeeze them. He had a much softer bum than Lee. Theo's hands kept getting
lower until he reached my cock which he began to stroke it ever so gently.

Then he stepped back from. I turned and watched Theo strip off his T-shirt,
shorts, sneaker, and socks.

No underpants.

I started to massage his nipples which pointed at me like little red
currants. I bent down a little bit and started to suck on them but Theo
didn't let me spend much time there. He took me by the hand and led me over
to a couch in the middle of the room. Theo leaned on the backrest with the
couch facing in the opposite direction. He spread his legs open and took my
cock in one hand and the other hand he put around my back. He placed the
head of my cock right at the entrance to his hot little hole and then
pushed me from behind with the other hand. I slid into him with little
resistance, wondering how the fuck it was so easy. Did all the rich kids in
this town use their mums' vibrators?

Actually, and I'm going to digress a little, Theo explained later he'd had
an operation, down there. Apparently, he had cysts on the wall of his
rectum, and in order to remove them, the surgeon had dilated his ass hole
to make an appropriate entry! His sphincter muscles would gradually
strengthen as he grew up, but for a couple of years Theo would have an
arsehole that could take a cucumber with comparative ease!

It's so true: every cloud has a silver lining!

After I was in, he put both hands on my ass and set the rhythm he wanted me
to move at. I could feel the hot sponginess of his rectum, which stimulated
the head of my dick. He pushed and pulled at my ass as my dick went in and
out. I could feel my climax building fast. I'd a hard time telling what was
happening to Theo because he didn't make a sound. All I could hear was his
breathing which was more ragged than before. I was getting closer to the
edge and Theo's breathing was getting heavier. I couldn't hold off any
longer and I shot my load inside him. After I regained my senses I realized
Theo hadn't come yet so I kept on going.

Slipping my hand round his front, I pushed his little hand away and got to
work on his three-incher. It was small but perfectly shaped and so hot it
felt like the skin was burning. I kept my prick inside him; it was
softening of course but it was hard enough to stay in place without much
effort. I could feel his hands on my ass prodding me to continue. Now he
wrapped his legs around the back of my legs. I assumed this was a good
indication. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. Suddenly his
breathing got very ragged as he threw his head back and held on to me more
tightly. I felt a slight shudder in his body and after a few more strokes
he let go of me and collapsed on the couch behind him.

He was lying with his back on the seat with his legs up the backrest opened
wide so I could see his puckered hole, which actually had an opening you
could see. After a moment of relaxation, Theo began to laugh gently.

"Thanks," he said, "I've wanted that ever since I saw you with Lee. You
fuck real good for a kid."

I was taken aback. "Look, Theo," I said, "you don't have to answer this if
you don't want to, but... how come you're so easy to fuck? I mean, at your
age you should have a little hole, but when I...."

The boy laughed. "You don't think Lee and I fight all the time, do you?
Lee's been screwing me since I can remember. And then, my mum divorced my
dad, and you don't get divorced for nothing." Then he told me about his
rectal operation.

I didn't want to hear any more. With this family, I was away out of
depths. I helped Theo up to his feet and gave him a chaste kiss.

"I've to go finish delivering the papers," I lied.

"Come back here at eight tonight," the boy said. "we'll have some more
fun. I'll show you some amazing things I can do with my anus."

"Sure, no problem. I'll be here at eight," I lied again, with no intention
of coming near the place. That's what my head said; my cock was already
drooling at the thought of what I could do to/with this boy.

I grabbed my clothes and started putting them back on. Theo stood back and
watched me. He liked to watch. He walked me to the door when I was done,
opened it up and gave me a kiss good bye. I watched his beautiful body
disappear behind the door, grabbed the empty bag I'd left outside and
continued on my merry way.

The rest of the evening, after dinner, dragged until about fifteen minutes
before eleven when I started to walk over to his house. I reached the house
in about ten minutes and stepped up to the front door. I knocked on it
twice and waited. There was no answer.

I started to get a little nervous. Maybe he was a big tease and wanted to
get me all worked up for something that wouldn't happen. I raised my hand
to knock again when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It scared the
shit out of me as I turned around to see who it was. I expected to see Theo
but it wasn't him. Instead there was an older boy about my age with dark
fringed hair. I couldn't see much detail because there were no lights on in
front of the house and the moon was hidden by the bushes.

"Hi, Theo called me and told me he was going to be a little late and I
should meet you here so you wouldn't leave. My name is Robert."

The boy put out his hand and shook mine, a formal gesture I
appreciated. I'm sure you've heard those stories about hands tingling at
first contact and all that; I'd never believed them - till that moment. It
was as if a slight electric current passed between us. Our hands lingered
long enough to send a message that might have taken hours otherwise. I
coughed and cleared my throat.

"Hi. Do you know where Theo's gone?"

"Didn't say. He said to keep you busy till he got here. He said ten or
fifteen minutes at the most before he returned. But you know Theo."

"That's nice of you. Are you and Theo close friends?"

"Not friends eaxctly. I'm Theo's cousin twice removed. And remember," he
laughed, "you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your
cousins. You're simply stuck with them."  There was no unkindness in
Robert's voice and I joined in with his laughter.

He pointed to a patio bench over toward the other side of the house. We
moved across the side of the house and out from behind the bushes. The moon
light shone on us. I could see Robert as he walked in front of me. He was
wearing black pants and a black sleeveless shirt making him hard to see. We
sat down on the bench side by side and then I got a better look at him.

Handsome. That was my first impression. His hair was cut short, but it
suited him; dark brown with that kind of shine some people naturally
have. Brown eyes, thick lashes, finely drawn eyebrows - a nose neither
long, nor short, but straight without being Roman. He had little teeth,
even and white. They glistened when he parted his lips in a smile, which
was often. There were indentations in his cheeks, not enough to be dimples
but enough to give him a roguish look.

Robert looked as if he loved life!

"Where do you live?" I asked, finding Robert easy to talk to. He crossed
one leg over the other and leaned back on the garden seat. We looked like
life-time buddies; we'd known each other less than ten minutes.

"Only a few houses over, on Ixworth Road."

"How come I've never seen you before? I only live down the street."

"I go to private school. That's probably why. I'd remember you if I'd seen
you." He laughed and blushed. "Sorry, that sort of slipped out."

"I'm near 16. Sixth Form. You?"

"The same," I said. "Doing English, ICT, and Business Studies."

"Shit," said Robert. "I'm doing exactly the same. The Uni, I hope."

"Same here," I said.

"Fancy getting engaged," grinned Robert.

Startled, I gave him a quizzical look.

"Hey, what's the look for? I'm gay. I fancy you. I hope you might fancy
me. It might turn out that we can't stand each other but you never can tell
till you give it a try." He paused. "Hey, Frankie, I'm not chatting you
up... well I guess I am... but if you're offended just tell me to fuck
off."

I looked at Robert.

"I'm gay... and I'm not offended... and I fancy you."

We sat chatting there for what seemed ages. When I finally looked at my
watch, it WAS ages! An hour had flown by. Robert was equally
surprised. "Shit, I thought we'd been talking for about ten minutes. What
the Hell's happened to Theo? Don't tell me they've killed him." I was a bit
stunned until Robert explained it was a joke.

We sat there discussing what to do for about ten more minutes. Then Robert
said, "I'm going in. Don't worry, the back door's always open. I'm a bit
worried so I'm going to phone Lee. Maybe Theo went home and forgot all
about us. He'd do that you know. He's such a scatter-brain!"

Five minutes later all was revealed. Theo was at his grandmother's! And he
was in bed - alone! He'd been coming down with flu and, despite his
protests, his mum had dumped him straight into bed for the next couple of
days. Robert, who seemed to be part the family, promised to lock up the
house and hand in the keys next morning.

"God, there ain't nobody left in the whole wide world," said Robert. "My
mom and dad are in the Bahamas - third honeymoon or something. I slipped
out of school for a weekend with Theo; now he's in bed sick all
weekend. The whole thing would be a bore if you weren't here."

Robert put his hand on mine.

"Look, punch me in the mouth if you like, but I'm horny as hell. And, no,
not over Theo - over you! Theo's a baby, and he's also fucking nuts. I'd
like to find someone my own age, and someone with a brain as well as a
dick. There's got to be more in than that. I want a bit of romance as well
as lots of sex. Does that sound stupid?"

Written it down like that, it seems unbelievable; but that's what happened.

It was a warm night and, as we sat there, jawing like life-long buddies,
things just clicked into place, the chemistry worked, the glue bonded. I'm
not saying Robert and I fell in love at first sight, but we did fall in
'like'; I mean, we really liked each other. We had so much in common, so
much to talk about, it was hard for the other to get a word in edgeways; we
just sparked each other off, and most of the conversations collapsed in
laughter.

Simply being with Robert made me feel good.

I squeezed Robert's hand. "This is scary stuff, Robert. We're only fifteen,
and you're talking about something more than fooling around. Weird thing is
what you want is what I want."

Robert beamed a huge smile. "Look, if you want, come round to my place,
stay the night. We don't have to do anything if you don't want. Having you
around makes me feel good, that's all."

"Let's go," I said and we strolled off in the moonlight.

The more time I spent with Robert, the more comfortable I became. It's hard
to describe him; the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the look in his
eyes that drew me to him. The words I'm looking for are 'magnetically
appealing'.

How do you like that phrase? I like it.

Anyway...

We arrived at Robert's house. He directed me towards his dad's den. He
turned on the TV and told me he was going to go make some popcorn for a
movie. I sat and watched the rock video previews they have between
movies. We had got there about fifteen minutes before the movie was to
start. Robert reappeared with a large bowl of popcorn, a jug of orange
juice and some glasses.

Thirsty, I poured myself a large glass of juice and gulped some
down. Spluttering, I coughed some of it up.

"What the hell!"

"It's rum, Bacardi," grinned Robert, "not too much, just enough to loosen
us up. If you don't like it, I'll get you a bottle of Coke."

"Fuck the Coke," I said, This is dee-li-cious! Took me by surprise, that's
all." I'd another swig of the juice, and felt woozy clouds roll up in my
head. A shit-ass grin covered my face.

"Movie ready to start?"

"Yeah, minute or two."

I'd no idea where we were going to put all that popcorn. Robert dug right
in. After a minute of munching, the light went down and the movie
started. Robert sat back on the couch and rested his head on my shoulder. I
reciprocated by putting my arm around him and squeezing him tightly to
me. He moved his hips so he could get as close to me as possible. We sat
silent for the entire length of the movie. The only movement between the
two of us was to reach for the popcorn or the juice or for me to move my
arm around because it had fallen asleep.

Immediately after the movie was over, Robert scrambled to his feet, took me
by the hand and led me to his room. He unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on
the floor. Next he went for the jeans and got them off me with absolutely
no fight at all. I reached out to him and removed his top and then his
shorts. I pulled him close to me so I could feel his body against mine and
we started making out standing stark naked in the middle of his room.

"Do you think sex is dirty?" I whispered.

"Only when it's done right," he whispered back.

We giggled, wrapped our arms round each other, and went for a long, deep
french kiss. When our lips were apart, Robert made a good suggestion.
"Let's go take a shower."

Instead of taking my hand, Robert led me by my cock to the bathroom! I
followed close behind him so he wouldn't pull it off. The bathroom was
right across the hall and as we entered I was amazed at how large it
was. It wasn't what you think of as a glamorous bathroom. It was big.

We walked over to a translucent glass door and stepped inside. The shower
was enormous. I looked inside to see a shower nozzle on each of the four
walls and a bench under two of them.

"Come on in," Robert said to me.

"Nice shower."

"It's a lot more fun than it looks."

"It looks like a lot of fun."

Robert turned a few knobs on one of the walls and water started to spray
out of one of the shower heads. He adjusted them until the water was an
agreeable temperature then turned another knob and water began spraying out
of all four nozzles. Water sprayed every inch of the shower and every bit
of us .

After only a moment we were soaking and we moved toward each other, taking
the other in our arms and began making out under the heavy stream of
water. As we held our bodies tightly together, I'd reach my hands down and
grab Robert by the arse and squeeze, not only to feel his firm buns but for
me to feel my hard cock against his hard cock. It was a great sensation.

Robert reach over to redirect some of the water and retrieve a bar of
soap. He began to soap up my entire body. I looked around and noticed
another bar of soap so I grabbed it and soaped up Robert. With my hands
full of soap, Robert's body felt perfectly smooth with not a single
imperfection on it. We ran our hands over every part of each other's
body. Even after we were full of soap, the feeling of hands sliding on our
bodies made us want to continue to keep our hands moving.

I was surprised when Robert dropped on his knees behind me, felt him prise
my cheeks apart, and waited to feel his fingers on my hole. I waited and
waited till finally, "Robert what the fuck you doing back there?"

"I'm looking at your bum hole," I heard him say.

"What the fuck for?" I asked.

"Because I love bumholes... I'm falling in love with yours."

"How can you...?"

"You've got such creamy skin," he interruped me. "I love the way the creamy
skin shades to brown as it gets to your anus. It's more an oval than a
round hole. Like a little mouth standing vertical. Waiting to be kissed."

I was glad Robert couldn't see my face. I could feel it burn with
embarrassment. I decided to try and turn the tables on him.

"Do you mind if I inspect your anus when we're in bed? And I want to
inspect the insides as well."

Below me Robert giggled.

"I'd like that. I'd like it very much."

"Well, let's get on with washing ourselves or we'll never get to bed."

I felt Robert get to his feet.

I sat down on one of the benches as Robert sat on the one directly across
from me facing in my direction. He spread his legs wide open, planted his
feet on the bench, took a bar of soap on a rope and proceeded to work it up
his bum! Of course, I'd tried that myself but it was too painful. I must
admit Robert was using a special bar of soap; it was kiddies' soap, a clown
with a pointy hat. I was amazed when most of it disappeared up his arse.

As he worked the soap with one hand, he jerked himself off with the
other. His dick was longer than mine by about an inch; but I was definitely
thicker, and I'd more hair where it counted! It was pretty weird watching
another boy jerk off like that but I got the message when he moved towards
me and worked his cock only two inches from my face. Now I knew what
getting me hot was all about! I pulled him forward, pushed his hand away
and swallowed his cock until his curly hairs were tickling my lips.

Despite the soap, I could still taste the real Robert under it - sweat and
pre-cum! Delicious! He bucked his hips as he drive himself in and out of my
hungry mouth. I squeezed at his buttocks as he drove his soapy dildo in and
out of his rectum. Without warning, he exploded and I found myself with a
mouth full of pure Robert essence. After five or sex jerks, I pushed him
away so I wouldn't have to swallow his cum - not yet! I played around with
it in my mouth, tasting the texture, letting the smell imprint itself on me
before letting it slide thickly down my gullet. I'd forgotten what pleasure
there is in sucking off someone you care desperately about.

Robert kneeled down in front of me.

"You've got lovely hair," he murmured, brushing my pubes with his
tongue. "Let's see your armpits." Dutifully I raised my arms. "Mmmm," he
said, as his wet lips sucked on the hair. "I'm tired of little boys with no
hair. I want a big boy with a big cock and lots of hair."

With every bit of energy he had left, he rolled me on my back and with a
single gulp swallowed every inch I'd. I must have grown another inch in his
mouth. He proceeded to give a sensational blowjob. His attention never left
my dick. In and out of his mouth continuously with only a moment's
hesitation to lick the head. He continued for about five minutes which was
all I needed. I exploded right in his mouth but he didn't fluster or lose a
drop. He swallowed each and every bit of it. When Robert was finally
finished he looked at me and said, "Now let's get to bed, but there's one
condition..."

"What's that?"

"That I'll get to see you again tomorrow!"

"Okay, around nine o'clock, as soon as I wake up," I laughed. We helped dry
each other off and made for Robert's room. We slept naked in each other's
arms; it was single bed; we talked and talked, then we... slept!

I awoke the next morning in a good mood. I couldn't believe how good I
felt. I felt like I'd accomplished something the night before. I turned and
saw Robert sleeping next to me; our noses were practically touching. I blew
on his eyelids to wake him up. He opened his eyes and raised his head for a
morning kiss.

Then he caught me off guard.

"I don't want anybody else," he whispered, "only you".

I looked into his eyes, held his gaze and whispered:

"Loving you loving me loving you."

Epilogue

That was two years ago. We're starting at Uni. in September -
together. We've got a flat - together. We hope we'll be together
forever. But forever is a very long time. What really matters is that we
are together now. And it's now is the only thing that really matters.

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