ALEX

 

 

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ALEX

A short story by Ivor Sukwell

 

Alex started dreaming about cock when he was ten.

He was in his final year at Primary School and the dreams simply started. They were not particularly vivid and explicit dreams, possibly because the only cock Alex had ever set eyes on was his own and he had no idea that all cocks are different and that many, unlike his, do not have long, ample buds of foreskin that can be gripped between finger and thumb and twiddled rapidly, a practice that made his cock very hard and felt very nice.

Alex, at ten, had seen no porn of any description and had no understanding that there is more that can be done with a cock than just twiddle the foreskin; rubbing the skin of the shaft up and down was a technique he had not discovered. So when Alex began dreaming of cock it was, at first, no more than dreams of seeing a cock, a boy's cock, the cock of a boy, some boy, any boy, he knew at school.

It was about this time that Alex began sleeping naked. Pyjamas were uncomfortable, they rucked up when he turned over, and the bottoms got in the way when he wanted to play with his cock, and as he wanted to play with his cock whenever he was in bed, pyjamas were abandoned.

His mother made some ineffectual protests, but as it meant less to wash and iron, the protests soon died away and Alex was free to enjoy his undressed state at nights.

That had an effect on his dreams; no longer did he just have unconscious imaginings of boys' cocks, he progressed to dreaming of boys naked, and soon after, to boys naked in his bed.

Boys he didn't know, boys not from school, boys he had never seen at all, crept into his dreams and into his dream bed and, when awake and playing with his cock, Alex began to imagine those boys playing with his cock for him as he played with theirs.

Slowly the play area increased, and shortly before he began Comprehensive School, Alex was including stroking his smooth thighs as he twiddled his foreskin, stroking and squeezing as he began to give himself `the feeling' that now came when he played with his cock for long enough.

At Comprehensive, eleven and twelve year old boys talked about cock, about sex, but their cocks remained unseen. Alex learned that boys were supposed to dream of tit and minge when they `wanked', not cock. `Wanking' Alex discovered, was the proper term to use when talking about playing with your cock, and that the proper way to do it was to hold cock in fist and pump fist up and down. Of course, for most boys of eleven and twelve, cocks were too small to use a fist, it was more frequently just a thumb and a finger or two, but Alex didn't know that, and he used his fist. He could, so he did. Even at twelve Alex had a big enough cock to almost fill his hand and he naturally assumed that all other boys were similarly equipped.

Alex was twelve when he saw his first porn. Only top shelf magazine porn and therefore only naked women, all big tits and bald minges, but the other boys raved about the pictures and groped themselves when they looked.

Alex did not get excited. He knew he should because all the other boys did, and so he pretended and said the obligatory, "Imagine fucking that!" noises that the other boys made. Alex never did succeed in actually imagining `fucking that' and carried on dreaming about wanking boys.

Actually wanking boys, even wanting to try wanking with a boy was, Alex learned, `gay', and being `gay' was definitely not approved of. Boys who were gay were boys who got fucked up the arse by dirty old men; wicked perverts who did unspeakable things to boys. Boys who were `gay' got bullied and beaten up by all the other boys. Alex didn't fancy that so he kept the secret of his wank thoughts to himself and pretended to like tits and minge, even though he was a long way from wanting to be fucked up the arse by a dirty old man.

When Alex was thirteen, his cock play began to have real results and Alex entered that part of boy heaven where spunk shoots from a wanked cock. It was about that time that hairs started growing above his cock and on his balls and Alex was not over-convinced that such hair growth improved the look of his naked body.

Perhaps, at first, it looked a bit sexy having hair starting to grow there. Alex frequently wanked naked, standing in front of his full-length bedroom mirror, admiring his body while he wanked and wishing it was another boy and not his own image and that they could wank each other, and, once the first excitement of having pubes faded away, Alex wondered if he'd prefer to wank with a boy who had pubes or one who didn't.

Alex had seen more porn by now, including some real porn, porn that showed cocks in cunts. Those cocks were always hairy, very hairy, and Alex couldn't help thinking that they'd look much better without the hair.

A razor was bought, a battery operated one with five blades that glided easily over his vital bits and Alex was smooth once more. It was not a worry that boys at school would know he shaved off his few pubes, no-one ever saw another boy naked, no showers were ever taken; no teacher would dare to risk being in a changing room with naked boys and no boys were willing to risk being thought of as gay by revealing their prized possessions, so the danger of being discovered did not exist.

Being smooth again felt sexy. Very sexy. Alex wanked to his new mirror image with renewed wanking enthusiasm and shaved as often as he needed to.

At fourteen, Alex was no closer to realising his dream of wanking another boy's cock than he had ever been.

Red-haired and a bit freckled Alex was not, in his opinion, a good-looking boy. His ears were too big and stuck out, his nose was a shade on the large side, his mouth rather wide, his lips a little thick and he wore glasses. Even if there were other boys who dreamed of cock when they wanked, Alex had no illusions that his would be a cock to feature in such dreams.

What Alex did not take into account that, at five-foot six, he was fairly tall for his age, that there wasn't an ounce of spare flesh on him and that his long legs were legs that should be on show all the time. Alex liked himself naked, he never for a moment imagined that anyone else would.

Then Mr. Evans bought the house next door.

Alex thought that Mr. Evans was old. To a boy of fourteen, anyone over twenty-five seems old and Mr. Evans was certainly over twenty-five. At least as old as Alex's father. Not that Alex saw very much of his father who was a long-distance lorry driver and spent weeks away at a time, driving a lorry all over Europe and very little time at home.

Perhaps Alex was missing a man in his life; perhaps it was just that Mr. Evans was friendly and always spoke to Alex whenever he saw him, but, whatever the reason, when Mr. Evans said to Alex that he was welcome to come round when he got home from school because Mr. Evans knew that Alex's mother didn't get home until six and if Alex fancied a bit of tea and toast when he finished school he knew where he could find it. Perhaps it was just the tea and toast, but it wasn't long before Alex called on Mr. Evans everyday and Mr. Evans was no longer `Mr. Evans' but `Jim'.

It wasn't long either, before Jim and Alex shared the sofa for their tea and toast and Jim had discovered that Alex was a secret smoker and a fag always followed the tea and toast and Alex started to become quite fond of Jim. Fond enough and comfortable enough to admit, when asked, that he didn't have a girlfriend and to simply shrug in a teenage way, when asked if that was a matter of choice or a lack of success in finding one.

Jim, Alex discovered was not, and never had been, married, but it never occurred to him how Jim managed for sex. Did people as old as Jim still even do sex? Alex would have been shocked to know that his parents still played rabbits whenever his father was home. Old people just didn't do that sort of thing. There were dirty old men, of course, who, according to schoolboy rumour, fucked gay boys up the bum, but Alex had never met one so that was just a schoolboy rumour. Anyway, Jim was obviously not a dirty old man.

For some, what was happening would be described as Jim `grooming' Alex; for others, more understanding that boys of fourteen are not utterly innocent, it might be called `seduction', and for the romantically inclined, `courting' would be an appropriate word, but, whichever it was, Jim was doing it and Alex was not objecting.

Having sex with Jim, any sort of sex, did not enter Alex's thoughts, dreams or wank imaginings. Yes, it was nice when they sat together, close on the couch having an after-tea and toast cigarette and talking about nothing in particular, and Jim put a friendly arm round Alex's shoulder, and that happened every school-day now, but never for one moment did Alex think that Jim had designs on other, more intimate parts of his anatomy. Not until, on Friday, Jim said,

"You know this could get dangerous for you, Alex."

For a bit, Alex did not understand what Jim meant. Obviously he was in no physical danger – his mother and the neighbours all knew that he went to Jim's place when he got home from school, stayed there until his mother got home from work. His mother was more than happy with the arrangement, it meant she knew where Alex was, knew he was not out on the streets and getting into trouble; and the neighbours, busybodies to the last woman, had never made a single `knowing' remark. He wasn't going to get strangled or stabbed, his body dumped somewhere; not with everyone knowing where he was.

There was another possibility though, and although Alex was still about eighty-five percent innocent about such matters (the remaining fifteen percent being rumours heard and newspaper stories read) that possibility crept into his fourteen year old mind.

"You mean I might want you to get inside my knickers?" Alex asked.

"Or, if you want it or not, that I may want to get in them," Jim answered with a smile.

"Don't think so," said Alex and left it at that.

Naturally, being fourteen, Alex did give the matter a brief consideration while fondling himself hard that night, but dismissed it as a `not going to happen' event and concentrated on bashing out his baby batter instead.

"If mum says I can, is there any chance I could come round Wednesday evening and watch Arsenal and Barcelona on Sky?" Alex asked on the Monday after tea and toast. "We don't have Sky and I'd love to watch it."

"If your mother's happy, I don't see why not," Jim agreed, not at all averse to spending a couple of evening hours with an arm round Alex's shoulder.

"School tomorrow, remember," Alex's mother said at half-past seven on Wednesday evening, "You get home no later than half-past ten."

"Might go on a bit longer than that if there's penalties," Alex pointed out, "But eleven at the latest, I promise."

Curfew agreed, Alex dashed next door, not bothering, even though it was a cold February evening, to add any extra covering to the tee and jeans he was wearing. It was always warm at Jim's. Whatever he did for work he did it from home and the heating was on all day.

Perhaps the boy was thinking only of watching the football; definitely the man had other thoughts in mind.

Fourteen and a half years old, long-legged and slender, Alex had that something that proclaimed to anyone listening, `If you get me into bed you will not be disappointed.' That Alex had no idea he was transmitting that message, that anyone would want to get him into bed, simply made him even more desirable. Someone, sooner or later, was going to seduce Alex; Jim intended to be that someone. Sooner rather than later.

"I usually have a beer when I'm watching the football," Jim said when Alex had flopped his teenage body on the couch, centrally placed so that Jim would be able to get an arm round his shoulder once he was seated as well. "How about you?"

"Could I?"

"Could you what?"

"Have a beer?"

"You had beer before?"

"No. But there's always a first time." Alex thought his grin was an encouragement, would soften Jim up so that he would allow alcoholic consumption. He was completely unaware that Jim might take the `always a first time' to refer to something else, to hint at other possibilities.

The football ended with a win for Barcelona; not unexpected, but nonetheless disappointing for Alex, though his disappointment was tempered a little by the relaxed feeling two beers had given him. In fact, Alex was feeling very relaxed, very comfortable and Jim's hand on his shoulder felt, for some reason that Alex didn't even bother to wonder about, nicer, more comforting, than usual.

"I think you ought to be going home now," Jim said when the game was over.

"Why? It's only ten. I don't have to be back till eleven."

"Be better if you went home now."

"Why?"

"Because, if you don't, your zip is going to get undone."

It took a few moments for Alex to register what he'd heard, a few seconds to think.

"Can I have another fag first?" was what he said.

Alex didn't know if he wanted Jim to undo his zip. He didn't know if he didn't want Jim to undo his zip. Boys were not supposed to let men undo their zips. Men were not supposed to undo boys' zips. He wasn't old enough to have his zip undone.

The one thing Alex did not think was that it would be wrong to have his zip undone. He didn't think it was right, either. Alex didn't think that; his cock did.

It was the swelling in his briefs that made him play for time. If his zip did get undone then he wouldn't have given permission for it to happen, wouldn't have said, `Feel my cock,' wouldn't have said that he was gay.

If his zip stayed done up then he'd wank when he got home and wonder why Jim had wanted to undo his zip and why his cock had wanted that as well.

His zip did get undone, and the top button of his jeans as well, and his cock did get felt. Jim's hand slipped inside his briefs and felt his cock and Alex gave a little gasp as he was felt for the first time.

It was nothing like the feeling he got when he felt himself. Nothing at all like it. It was amazing. Intense. Although it was just his cock being felt Alex's heart pounded and sensations washed all the way through him.

He lifted himself without protest to allow Jim to pull his jeans and briefs down past his knees, expose his delights to the air and to the eyes of someone for the first time and was glad that he did.

"Beautiful cock," Jim murmured, surveying the item in detail, "Not bad at all for a boy your age."

"It's six and a quarter," Alex grinned proudly, "Or it was yesterday when I last measured it."

"Measure it regularly, do you?" Jim smiled at him.

"Only weekly now. Used to measure it every day, but it hasn't grown a lot lately."

"Still got a bit to go, I expect," Jim smiled, "Might make seven."

"You think so?" Alex asked hopefully, "Be awesome if it did."

"Give it another year, perhaps two. Should have finished growing by the time you're sixteen."

"You like it?"

"Love it," Jim grinned, "And you shave as well. That is so sexy."

"Is it? I just thought it looked better without hair. Especially on my balls."

"You're right, it does. Makes it look bigger as well."

"Does it?" Alex beamed with delight. It was wonderful that someone liked his cock, even if it was a man and not a boy.

"I bet I'm not the first person to tell you that you've got a lovely cock."

"You are! No-one's even seen it before."

"Really? A cock as magnificent as this and you've kept it hidden away? Whatever for?"

"Never thought anyone be interested in it. Not exactly the best looking boy on the block, am I."

"Wouldn't say that."

"Ginger hair, big, sticking out ears and glasses."

"And very, very sexy."

"I'm not."

"Believe me, you are. A very sexy boy with a wonderful cock."

Alex blushed. He liked what he was hearing, but he blushed anyway, completely unaware that a blushing, green-eyed, ginger-haired boy with a few freckles is about as sexy and desirable as boys get, even if his ears do stick out a bit.

What was sticking out, and more than just a bit, was Alex's cock, and Jim went down to give it the treatment it deserved. Six and a quarter inches of teenage cock is not something that a man who likes boys can possibly resist. Jim liked boys.

A startled gasp from Alex as his cock was taken into Jim's mouth – nothing in his wanking thoughts had prepared Alex for sensations like that – and startled gasp was rapidly followed by soft moans of delight, little mewls of pure pleasure as his cock experienced heaven for the first time.

Jim was not inexperienced in the sucking of boys' cocks and he had one single, over-riding aim – to ensure that the first time he sucked Alex would not be the last, and he set about his task with commendable dedication.

Alex couldn't believe how amazing it was to have his cock sucked, his ample foreskin lip-nibbled and tongue washed; how incredible it was when lips peeled him so the super-sensitive bit beneath could be swirled around by tongue; how easily a warm, wet mouth could make him whimper; how many million times better it all was than wanking.

Having his balls cupped and fondled while his cock was being sucked was .......... well, it just was; and when those balls were taken into mouth it was almost more than Alex could cope with.

When Jim began to stroke and squeeze his legs while he sucked, Alex thought that nothing could be more sexy than that, but he changed his mind a little when Jim stopped sucking him for a bit in order to lick and kiss those legs, his mouth going to the inside of Alex's thighs, that part where it is really sensitive, and kissing and licking all the way up to that bit underneath his balls that Alex hadn't even realised was a bit worth exploring.

It was Alex's first ever time, and Jim knew better than to take the boy too far, give him too much to wonder and worry about later, so he went no-where near the boy's arse; that could be explored next time, for now it was all about cock.

Cock and spunk.

Jim made Alex last as long as he could, indulging in the delights of boy cock for over half-an-hour before allowing Alex's aching balls to discharge their load.

"Gonna cum," Alex breathed heavily.

"Gonna spunk any second," he warned, not imagining that Jim would want his mouth filled with the cream of cock.

Jim did want his mouth filled with the cream of cock, and sucked and slurped with renewed fervour until Alex blasted.

Two strong spurts, a third that was almost as powerful and several jerks, smaller each time as worn-out boy cock did its very best to empty boy balls.

"Sorry," Alex whispered, "I tried to warn you."

"Sorry about what?"

"For shooting in your mouth."

"Don't be sorry about that. Your spunk tastes delicious."

"Does it?"

"Certainly does. Cream of boy. Nectar of the gods."

"Yuk."

"Definitely not `yuk'. You can spunk in my mouth as often as you want."

Spunking in Jim's mouth was a thought Alex carried to bed. Jim had said he could do it as often as he wanted. Did that mean Jim might be willing to suck him again?

Alex rung Jim's doorbell. Perhaps he rung it a bit longer than usual, rung it with more urgency than usual, but he'd been thinking about this moment all day. All day, in lesson after lesson, because there was something he needed to ask Jim. Something important, something vital.

"Will you do something for me?" he asked as Jim closed the door behind him. "Please."

Jim looked at him, an eyebrow raised in question.

"Will you suck my cock again? Please." Alex searched Jim's face, looking to see if he'd got things wrong. "I know I shouldn't ask I know it's wrong cos I'm not old enough and I know I'm nothing special but it was so good when you did it and I really want it to happen again." Alex blurted out all the things he'd been thinking in one go, not pausing for breath.

"No problem," Jim grinned, putting an arm round Alex's shoulder. It wasn't every day that a boy rung his doorbell and asked to have his cock sucked. "I think you're very special, that you've got a gorgeous cock and I'd absolutely love to suck it for you. As often as you want."

"Every day?" Alex risked saying.

"Twice a day if you want," Jim grinned and Alex melted into him.

Jim was so understanding. Yes, he was old and Alex had never really thought about a man seeing to his cock before Jim sucked him yesterday, but it had been amazing and he'd let Jim suck him any time he wanted.

"Really?" Alex asked, his eyes wide, "I usually wank three times a day. Be wonderful if you could suck me that much instead of me wanking."

"Wouldn't be easy to do your first thing in the morning or last thing at night ones," Jim teased into one of Alex's large ears.

"But you could always do the after school one," Alex offered.

"Oh yes, that one, certainly."

Tea and toast was delayed that afternoon, Alex spending most of his two available hours naked on Jim's bed.

Alex had been a bit uncertain at first about getting naked, completely naked. What if Jim didn't like what he looked at, didn't think he looked good naked? Lost interest in sucking his cock?

Once he was naked, it was different. Alex liked looking at his own naked body in his bedroom mirror, but he liked Jim looking at it even more! It was so sexy the way Jim looked at him, and the way Jim looked at him left no doubt in Alex's mind that Jim wanted him, wanted to feel him all over and suck him. Suck him dry.

Fourteen and a half, hormones performing Olympic events all the way through him, naked, hard, and with someone looking at him in a way that shouted, "I want your cock," Alex was beyond rational thought. He needed his cock dealt with, and who was dealing with it, or what happened to it, and him, meant nothing. He had to cum, be made to cum. Nothing else mattered.

That night Alex did a lot of thinking. He played with his cock while he thought, partly because he always played with his cock at night and partly because it was his cock that he was thinking about.

For almost two hours he'd been naked on Jim's bed, naked and letting Jim play with him, do things to him, suck him, lick him all over, feel him all over. Do more, a lot more, than simply suck out his spunk.

It wasn't right; it wasn't the sort of thing a boy should do, should allow to happen. His mother would go mad, probably run to the police, have Jim arrested, locked up. And that wouldn't be right, would it? Right that Jim should be locked up for sucking a boy's cock when the boy wanted his cock sucked. How could that possibly be right?

His school mates would be horrified, cast him out, beat him up. Just because he'd let a man suck his cock, eat his spunk. Did any of those other boys at school have any idea just how incredible it was to have someone eat their spunk? Perhaps some did, those who had girlfriends who ate spunk, but a man? Had any of them had a man eat their spunk? Was he, Alex, the only boy in the school who'd spurted in a man's mouth and watched his spunk being swallowed and eaten? Did they have any idea at all about how it felt to watch a man eat their spunk?

He hadn't touched Jim's cock; Jim hadn't even got undressed, just sat on the bed and done things to naked Alex, things that had felt amazing, things Alex knew he'd let happen again. Even if it was wrong, even if Alex was the only boy in the entire school who'd ever let a man do those things to his naked body, suck his cock, eat his spunk, even if it meant Alex was gay, as gay as could be, that didn't matter. He wanted it all to happen again, have his spunk eaten again.

He'd never had any inclination to go for Jim's cock while it was happening, and Jim had never asked him to. Would that have been the case if Jim had been a boy? A boy and not a man, probably four times as old as Alex?

It wouldn't. Alex knew it wouldn't. Oh, yes, he'd let a boy do those things to him, all of them, but he'd do them back. He'd lick and feel and kiss a boy all over as Jim had done him; he'd feel and suck a boy's cock, let him cum in his mouth, swallow his spunk. He'd do that. All of that. Alex wanted to do things with a boy; in bed, naked things. Alex wanted a boy, needed a boy. He'd let Jim suck him again, do it tomorrow after school, but it was a boy he craved for.

Any boy.

 

Will Alex get lucky, will he find a boy? Let me know if you think it's worth continuing with the story of Alex.

 

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