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                                                                        ALEX 3

                                                    A short story by Ivor Sukwell

 

"No point in pretending you don't," Alex told himself as he lay in bed twiddling his foreskin, "You like cock. You like holding cock, you like sucking cock and you like being fucked by cock. Well, you like lots it when Ben fucks you anyway, and you don't object when Jim does it. You like getting fucked, no point in trying to deny it.

"That means you're gay.

"Well, I guess that's obvious. I mean, you wouldn't want to get fucked if you weren't gay, would you? And you have been dreaming about boys since you were ten, so I suppose it's no great surprise, is it?"

Alex twiddled his foreskin a little more enthusiastically. He still liked to make himself cum that way, the way he'd done it when he first started playing with himself. It took longer to spunk doing it that way, and because his cock couldn't stretch fully out, the head clamped in by his fingers on his foreskin, it swelled a bit and gave him little feelings he didn't get when he wanked in the standard way.

He did like being fucked, had been hooked on it from the moment Ben's sixteen-year-old cock first went into him. He'd taken Ben's advice as well and when Jim made it obvious that he wanted to fuck him as well, Alex had gone along with it.

Now Jim fucked him two or three times a week, and in a good week he'd get Ben up him a couple of times as well, and the more he was fucked the more he wanted to be fucked.

That was really why he let Jim fuck him; he needed cock inside him and though he much preferred doing it with Ben, Jim was always available and Ben wasn't.

Jim knew how to fuck, Alex had no uncertainty about that. Jim did things that Ben didn't; fucked him in all sorts of different positions, and the times that Jim insisted that Alex keep his school uniform on, tie as well, and then pulled down his school trousers and pants, bent him over a table and fucked him like that, telling him that he was a dirty, filthy schoolboy; well, Alex really liked that.

It was a bit kinky, made him feel like the dirty, filthy schoolboy that Jim called him, and dirty, filthy schoolboys deserve to get fucked by men.

He liked it better when Ben fucked him though.

It was better because Ben was a boy. Alex understood that boys should do stuff with men, that was only natural because men liked boys, but Alex wanted to do stuff with boys more than men.

He didn't just want to get fucked either; no, he wanted to do some fucking himself, get his own cock inside, but Ben wouldn't let him.

"Older fucks younger," Ben insisted, "You need something younger than you if you want to fuck instead of being fucked."

Alex had never really included younger boys in his cock thoughts, probably because for most of the time he'd been having those thoughts, he'd been young himself and anything much younger than him wouldn't have much in the way of a cock and certainly wouldn't be able to spunk. Alex had long since forgotten that he'd not spunked every time he used his cock, but that hadn't stopped him from using it!

Alex needed a younger boy if he was going to have something to fuck, but he wanted one who had a cock and could spunk, and that really only left him with Year Eight or possibly Year Nine boys.

Boys of thirteen.

Alex started looking.

Not serious looking, not `expecting to find one' looking, but window shopping, seeing if Year Eight or Nine boys did anything for him, if there were any worth thinking about when he played with his cock at nights.

There was no chance he'd find anything to fuck in his school – it was far too anti-gay for any boy who, like Alex, had serious cock thoughts, to do anything but hide those thoughts deep down, away and out of sight.

Just like Alex did in school. There may be other boys who thought like Alex did about cock, but they'd never let it show.

That didn't stop Alex from window shopping, investigating if there were boys of thirteen who appealed.

Most of Year Eight were still, even if they were thirteen, not really teenagers yet. They looked as though a magnifying glass would be needed to see if they had anything between their legs and Alex wanted a boy with a cock.

Year Nine was better, they were almost all proper boys in Year Nine, but many of them were almost as old as Alex and he wasn't sure if they qualified as `younger' and would be available for fucking.

It wasn't a complete waste of time, though, because, as his investigations became more concentrated he noticed that there were a few Year Eight boys who were worth thinking about. Boys who had matured that bit faster than their peers, boys who looked as though they had real cocks and could spunk.

Alex did think about those boys at night as he played with his cock. Thought about them more and more.

Alex asked Jim if he thought that boys like the ones he thought about were old enough to do stuff with; he could ask Jim anything like that without getting embarrassed now.

"Fancy one, do you?" Jim grinned.

"Not any one in particular."

"Some fair-haired, blue-eyed little cutie?"

"No, nothing like that. Just boys who look as though they are boys. Real boys. Boys with cocks."

"Oh, I see. Fancy trying a bit of young cock, do you?"

"Yes. I want to fuck a boy. You fuck me and Ben fucks me. Now I want to have a fuck and Ben says I can only fuck something younger than me."

"He's mostly right about that," Jim agreed.

"So is it alright? Wanting to fuck a boy of thirteen?"

"Don't see anything wrong with it," Jim shrugged, "I reckon if it's old enough to spunk then it's old enough to fuck."

"Good. I can think about it then. Won't ever get the chance to do more than think. No way would any kid at my school do stuff."

Alex had explained the hostile, homophobic atmosphere in his school to Jim before, so Jim knew what he meant.

"Other schools, other kids," was Jim's comment, but Alex didn't think it was a particularly helpful comment. Not a comment that was going to help him find a boy to fuck.

Saturday morning and wandering aimlessly around town because there was nowhere else to wander and wandering was all Alex could think of doing.

Weekends were dull and boring. Weekends he didn't get cock and Alex needed cock now. He'd become accustomed to having cock in him; even Jim's cock was good if he couldn't have Ben's and Ben was not often about to give him the cock he craved.

Getting fucked by Jim at least took the edge of that other need, the one that had been steadily growing in him, the need to use his own cock, the need to fuck, the need for a boy.

"Hi," a voice piped behind him as he stared, aimlessly and pointlessly at laptops and tablets in a shop window.

Alex turned, not recognising the voice.

It belonged to a boy.

Not a boy Alex knew, even by sight.

A boy who was smaller than Alex. A boy who was younger than Alex.

"Hi," Alex said back.

"You as bored as me?" the voice belonging to a smaller, younger than Alex boy, asked.

"Don't know about that," Alex grunted, "But definitely bored."

"Want to hang out together for a bit? Be less boring."

Alex almost dismissed the idea and the boy, but before telling the boy to do one, Alex looked at him.

The top of his head just about reached Alex's shoulder, and, like Alex, he wore glasses. He was lean and slender, no hint of fat on him and he seemed friendly.

"You got any fags, cos that'd make it even less boring?" the boy was asking now.

"You're far too young to smoke," came Alex's automatic reply.

"So are you. An' anyway, just cos I'm too young don't stop me doing things I ain't supposed to do," the boy sniggered.

"Like what?"

Alex wasn't really interested, it was just something to say.

"Like fun things," the boy sniggered again.

As it happened, Alex did have a packet of cigarettes. Jim always gave him a packet on a Friday; `A present cos you're such a good fuck,' Jim said.

Alex wasn't actually already thinking of getting the boy's clothes off, but the thought that, if he got to know the boy a bit, he might be worth wanking about later did occur.

Alex was obsessed with boys but he didn't know any, not in a proper `I'd love to fuck you' way, just in an `in the same school' way, and that wasn't the same.

"Yeah," Alex found himself saying, "I got some fags."

"Oh, yes!" the boy enthused, "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Where we can have a fag of course. Where else."

"Like there's somewhere we can have a fag in town," Alex groaned dismissively.

"Not here in town, dumbo," the boy sighed, "In the park."

"And like we can just sit on a bench in the park smoking," Alex snorted, "And no-one's gonna take any notice."

"I know a place," the boy insisted, "Come on."

The boy led Alex through the park, ignoring the public area and taking him through an opening in a tall hedge into a bit where plants were grown and machinery stored.

"There," the boy piped triumphantly, pointing at a large wooden shed.

"And how do we get in there?" Alex sarcastically wanted to know.

"With this," the boy reached into a pocket and produced a key. "Me dad's head gardener here an' I nicked his key once an' got a copy made. Uses it loads on weekends cos they don't work weekends an' no-one comes here. An' anyway, we locks it again when we's in there."

That seemed acceptable to Alex. It was definitely something that boys should not be doing and that made it perfectly acceptable.

Cigarettes glowing in the semi-gloom, the boy announced that he knew where the men stashed their dirty magazines and proved that statement by finding a couple.

"Neat, ain't they," the boy said as he leafed through page after page of tit.

"I spose," Alex said without thinking first, "If you like tit."

The boy looked at Alex. A long look. A very long look.

"Don't you go for tit, then?" he finally asked.

"Tit's alright, I spose," Alex said, thankful for the gloom because he knew he was blushing furiously. He'd made a mistake, said what he shouldn't have said and he knew it.

"Wanna see my cock instead, then?" the boy giggled.

"What?" Alex spluttered.

"Can if you want. I don't mind," the boy was offering. "You got the fags, after all."

It was true that Alex did have the fags. It was also true that Alex was starting to get hard.

"Told you I do things what I ain't supposed to do," the boy grinned in the gloom. "Bet you do an' all."

Alex just grunted. This couldn't be happening, and because it couldn't be happening he had no idea what to say.

"Bet you wank loads," the boy was giggling at him, "I does."

"Shouldn't think you got anything to wank," Alex muttered.

"Growing," the boy sniggered.

"How old are you? Ten, eleven?"

"Twelve in a couple of months," the boy shrugged, "So what?"

"So you can't spunk yet."

"Workin' on it," the boy giggled. "Come on, let's do it."

"Do what?"

"Wank. You do me an' I'll do you."

Alex's mouth went dry, his stomach tautened and butterflies fluttered around inside it. His mind whirled.

Did he want to play cock games with a boy not yet twelve years old?

Wasn't eleven too young to be playing with cock?

Not his own, perhaps, but someone else's?

It was wrong to play cock games with a boy of only eleven, wasn't it?

Of course it was.

Far too young.

He couldn't spunk yet so he had to be too young.

Alex hadn't thought about boys that young, not since he was that age himself.

It was wrong.

Wicked and evil.

"Yeah," Alex heard himself saying, "Let's see what you got, then."

"Yeah," the boy enthused, promptly undoing his belt and the top button of his jeans, pausing before pulling down the zip to say,

"You got to an' all."

"Yeah," Alex agreed, still far from certain that he should be doing this.

"Both together," the boy commanded, "We drops them at the same time so there's no cheating."

Alex prepared his own jeans for lowering, wondering if it should be jeans and underwear all in one go and feeling strangely excited at the imminent prospect of having a boy of just eleven looking at what he'd got to look at.

"One, two ........three," the boy declared and pulled down his jeans, Alex doing the same, briefs as well.

Both boys pulled their clothing down below their knees, bending as they did so and then stood at the same moment to display their possessions.

The boy, Alex briefly noted, did not have any briefs to pull down.

"Oh, fuck!" the boy gasped as he stared at six and a quarter inches of very hard fourteen year old cock, "That is fucking enormous!"

Alex couldn't say the same about the boy, but somewhere around three inches of finger-thick cock was more than he expected to see.

It had a nice foreskin as well.

Alex mouth was both dry and wet. He wanted to feel that eleven year old cock.

The boy wanted a feel as well, and, with nothing more said, they reached for each other and grasped what their hands wanted to grasp.

"Fucking lush!" the boy whispered as his hand explored, followed by a grunt of approval when Alex, also exploring, felt both cock and balls, finding the experience to be one he rather liked.

Suddenly the boy dropped to his knees, grasped Alex in his fist, lined up cock with mouth and plunged mouth over and round cock.

It was Alex's turn to mutter, "Oh fuck!" as the head of his prick went into young boy mouth.

Alex knew what it felt like to be sucked, or thought he did, but nothing before had been anywhere near as intense as the feelings generated by seeing and feeling his cock in an eleven year old mouth.

The boy sucked and slurped, rubbed wet cock all round his smooth cheeks, licked it from top to bottom and replaced it in his mouth to suck and slurp some more.

"Suck mine," he ordered when his mouth began to ache.

They found somewhere to lie down and Alex swallowed young boy cock; easy enough, he found to the boy's delight, to get cock and balls in his mouth at the same time.

The boy's legs were, naturally, utterly smooth, and Alex became adventurous, enjoying that smoothness with his tongue and mouth in between filling his mouth with pre-teen cock and balls.

"Wanna do it again," the boy croaked, shifting so his mouth could get at Alex's cock once more.

"You done this before," Alex muttered and it was not a question.

"Nah," the boy grinned, "But I read loads of dirty stories," and went back to demonstrating that he'd learned from his reading.

Alex's cock was too big for the boy to deal with properly by mouth alone, so he grasped the shaft and wanked it as he sucked.

"Keep that up," Alex gasped, "And I'll spunk. In your mouth," he added as the boy showed no signs of slowing down.

All Alex received in reply to his warning was a `thumbs up' sign from the boy's non-cock-holding hand, and the pace of the wanking increased.

Alex spunked.

He spunked loads.

His spunk shot from his cock into the boy's mouth.

Shot after shot after shot.

Somehow the boy swallowed without ever letting the cock he was sucking free from his mouth. Swallowed every drop and then carefully milked cock to get any last oozing.

"Fucking ace," he grinned up at Alex when all sperm had been devoured, "Fucking magic!"

Alex had some difficulty in answering, his breathing still not fully under control, but his sentiments echoed those of the boy. Being sucked off by an eleven year old was indeed both `ace' and `magic.'

Being the considerate boy that he was, Alex, once he was able to, did his duty and gave the boy a `feeling', wanking him with finger and thumb, brushing the tip of the little cock with his tongue as he wanked it.

The boy seemed to like that.

"Wanna do it again?" the boy asked when, jeans restored, they had an after sex cigarette.

"What, now?"

"No, dumbo, not now."

"When, then?"

"Whenever you wants."

"Yeah," Alex was quite definite about that. Eleven may be too young for a boy to be doing these things, but Alex had given up caring about that!

"Be your boyfriend if you wants," the boy offered, "Then we can do it loads."

"Like that, would you? Doing it loads?"

"Yeah, course."

"Horny boy," Alex grinned.

"Too fucking right! An' if I'm your boyfriend you can do more, can't you."

"More?"

"Yeah, like doing it proper. In bed, an' all."

The idea of being naked in bed with an eleven year old boy whose name Alex still didn't know was not an idea that Alex rejected!

"Love to have you in bed."

"Yeah, me too," the boy grinned. "Be well sexy."

That it would be `well sexy' was not something Alex could disagree with.

"What school do you go to?" Alex asked, wondering where the boy lived and what the possibilities were of actually getting him into bed.

"St. Jo's."

If the kid went to St. Jo's then he was not almost twelve. St Jo's was a primary school, and if the boy was almost twelve he'd be at a secondary school. The same secondary school as Alex.

"You not nearly twelve, then, are you."

"Nah," the kid blushed, "Just eleven. Thought you'd tell me to fuck off if you knew that."

"Might well have done."

"Worked though, didn't it," the kid grinned, "Fucking magic wank."

"Bit more than just a wank," Alex grinned back.

"Yeah, I know. Fucking loved it."

"Me too."

"I ain't too young for you then?"

"Yes, you are too young. But I don't give a toss."

"Wicked!" the boy beamed. "We can do it again then."

"We can," Alex agreed, "But if I do get you into bed there'll be more than just wanking and sucking." He had to be fair to the boy, warn him.

"Cool," the boy sniggered, "I wants to do it all."

"All?"

"Yeah, course. I wants to get bummed an' all."

"You do?"

"Course I does. Don't know how you'll get that fucking monster up me, but up me I wants it."

"Me too," Alex agreed. "You can come to my place after school."

"Where you live? Won't be no good if it's other side of town."

"St. Jo's is right behind my house."

"Really? Is it? I can get to yours easy, then. Every day."

"You can."

"Magic."

"Out of school and into my bed."

"Yeah. An' I know what'll happen cos I done loads of reading, so you ain't got to worry about nothing."

"After school on Monday. Wait at the top of Benedict Road. I'll pick you up there."

"Done!" the kid agreed, "Can't wait."

The two boys sneaked out from the shed, walked through the park, both glowing with the sex they'd had and excited at the prospect of the sex to come.

"See you Monday," the kid called before dashing off.

Alex realised that he still didn't know the boy's name.

He didn't care.

The boy had sucked his cock and eaten his spunk.

The boy wanted to do it again.

Would do it again on Monday after school.

His name didn't matter.

 

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