Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2010 23:59:21 +0000 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters chapter 50 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ******************************************************************************* Sorry for the posting delay boys and girls (?) but I took an unscheduled authors holiday after going away and this is a slightly longer chapter as a bonus for waiting! Panic not, as I do want to finish this as I have another story in mind! ******************************************************************************* Chapter 50 -- Third time lucky Kevin shuddered at Ian's touch and looked down to see that his fingers were already undoing the button on the waistband. There was to be no escape. "You won't laugh?" he looked up. "Why would I?" asked Ian as the button slipped through the hole. "Well it ain't very big." "You're eleven, I didn't it expect to be, just enjoy it. I'm going to!" Smiling reassuringly Ian returned to the business in hand and pulled down on the zip. Forced by Kevin's erection, the pale blue ribbed cotton of the Lyle and Scott briefs made an appearance though the fly of his shorts. Taking Kevin by surprise, Ian got up and quickly moved so as to kneel in front of him, in one quick movement he pulled on the legs of the tan shorts which left a bemused Kevin sitting there on his ample backside in his tenting blue Y-fronts! Saying nothing, in a rather inane fashion Kevin simply grinned and then raised a stubby finger to point at the wobbly string of precum hanging on the end of Ian's cock right in front of him. However, it was also Ian's turn to stop and gaze, this was the moment he had been waiting for and unless something untoward happened he would soon be inside Kevin's briefs and then on the way to removing them. The only problem was that he couldn't really wait to find out what was hidden inside since with all the excitement his leaking cock dictating the timetable and ejaculation was definitely imminent. "Nice pants, Y-fronts I `spose?" Ian sounded a little breathless. The excitement of seducing Kevin was rapidly mounting and he tried to appear calmer than he felt. "Yes, Mum bought them for college." Kevin shifted on the wooden floor and in a futile, rather embarrassed moment tried once more to hide the bulge with his hands. "Oh stop it Kev!" Ian sounded rather desperate, now barely able to control his cock he knew matters were likely to literally come to a head all too quickly. Kevin said nothing, but stared at the string of precum. "Kev.. I want you to rub my willy... y'know like you've been rubbing yer own.. and while you're doing it, I'm gonna have a butchers at your's." By now Kevin was getting excited and losing his inhibitions in equal quantities. Without waiting to be asked a second time he tentatively reaching out and grabbed at Ian's rigid member. "It's all sticky!" he cried in surprise and made a face as his hot fingers tried to encircle it. "Oh shit!" Ian shuddered with his touch. "Yer, it is innit! Kev.. uummm.. just sorta rub it.. gently..." Ian's hand was shaking as he placed it on Kevin's stomach just above the lettering on the white elastic waistband. He prayed he could last just another minute, at least until he was holding Kevin's cock . "Just... just bloody rub it and you can see me cum.." Ian started to force his hand under the elastic. "Cum? What now?" asked Kevin innocently staring at the dribbling piss slit. "Is this stuff cum then?" "Sort of, soon will be!" grunted Ian. "Cor... wot you doing... oh.. you're in me pants.. oh.. oooh!" by now Kevin was excitedly shuffling on his bottom on the floor as Ian relentlessly continued on his mission. "Yer. Fuckin' right I'm in 'em!" muttered Ian under his breath as he finally got his fingers under the tight waistband, a manoeuvre not exactly helped by Kevin's podgy stomach. With time running out, Ian purposely rubbed his fingers against what he assumed to be Kevin's cock before unceremoniously tugging the blue briefs down to just below the hairless ballsac. Kevin blushed knowing it wasn't the biggest specimen for his age, in fact it was rather thin and had a distinct bend to the left, but nevertheless it was complete even with the helmet which was already pulled back for action and revealing a rather red looking head! In fact, for all the enthusiasm Kevin and his friend Ben had put into their sexual exploits neither had actually discovered how to rub their cock to get a consistent result! Which was no doubt why things looked a little red and as yet, despite constant pocket forays Kevin still had no masturbation technique worthy of the name. "Quick.. quick.." said Ian who suddenly started scrabbling round on his knees, pulling his cock from Kevin's grasp. "Yer, quick, I got an idea." "What?" Kevin watched in amazement as Ian quickly shuffled around to his left side leaving several drops precum in his wake! "Here, now grab me cock again and get on with it!" Ian had positioned himself at right angles to Kevin who was still sat with his briefs tucked under his balls as Ian had left him. Presented with the dribbling cock once again Kevin started pulling at it eagerly just as Ian made up his mind to do something he had only ever dreamed about. Without any warning he bent forward taking Kevin's cock in his mouth and started to suck hard. With various slurping noises he drew it into his mouth and within seconds had swallowed virtually the whole length leaving with Kevin looking down at the back of his head, literally speechless with delight. Even having a foreskin, Kevin's cock didn't taste as Ian thought it might, primarily as Kevin was very clean, all that Ian could recognise was a slightly salty taste mixed with soap! It didn't really matter what it tasted of, it was the act itself which really aroused him, so with Kevin's hot fingers again wrapped around his cock, Ian knew the inevitable climax was seconds away. Had Kevin known that when Ian started to twitch and tremble it was a sure sign that ejaculation imminent he might have taken avoiding action. But he didn't! In Ian's excitement, that mornings previous orgasm was now all but forgotten and his second coming was promising to be almost as intense as a biblical experience! Blissfully unaware, Kevin continued pulled on the leaking cock with one hand and rubbing the back of Ian's neck to encourage him to continue sucking with the other. As Ian's tongue ran repeatedly around the end of the foreskin, Kevin was quickly discovering a new sensation which seemed to be connected a funny tingling feeling deep in his groin. He was about to try and say something when Ian's hips started to tremble, soon followed by Ian appearing to choke as he forced himself down and took Kevin's entire cock in his mouth. Things were starting to happen too quickly for Kevin to fully understand and within moments he had rather lost the thread of what was taking place. The only thing he did know was that he desperately wanted to hold onto Ian's slippery cock and was disappointed when he felt it wrenched from his grasp as another tremor ran through Ian's whole body. That was followed by something appearing to fly before him, dazed he looked down and saw a two glistening blobs now sticking to the front of his shirt. Then, before he could even do or say anything else Ian had lifted his head, grunted and made a rough grab for Kevin's own cock, but missed! Bewildered by it all Kevin watched in amazement as Ian then threw himself across his lap and violently humped the top of his legs until with a loud groan he collapsed on top of him! Trying to make sense of it all with Ian now seemingly exhausted, if not comatose sprawled across his stomach Kevin felt something warm trickling down between his legs. With Ian on top he couldn't see and didn't know what to think except if this was the result of cumming as Ian had termed it, what sort of experience could it possibly be? Having fallen silent for several seconds it was Kevin who started to take stock of the situation and decided that they really ought to start getting dressed. "Ian." There was no response. Kevin was simply faced by Ian's white, bare bottom and wriggling under his weight he was reminded that he could still feel what he assumed to be Ian's hard cock pushing into his leg. That in turn made him think that despite the funny tingling feeling he had experienced earlier his own cock was certainly still very hard, maybe it was time to rub it. "Ian." Still no response. Looking down he realised that what better opportunity would he ever have to explore an older boys body, particularly as the temptation of the bum cheeks and what was between them was proving harder to resist! Certainly the bum cheeks were the most obvious starting place, having looked at his own in mirror Kevin had some idea what to expect! Gently rubbing them and getting no apparent response, Kevin nervously bit his lip as he gingerly pulled them apart and looked for several seconds at Ian's wrinkled bumhole. Getting braver, albeit with a slightly shaky hand he gently pushed it down between Ian's legs and felt for his balls, to feel the pubic hair was the first surprise which was something he definitely didn't have. It felt very hot and a little sticky down there, which was not too surprising considering Ian was still unwashed since his earlier activity! Gently making contact with the wrinkled scrotum he allowed his fingers to feel the outline of Ian's balls before moving on to search for the base of his cock. Still very hard and sandwiched between his own leg and Ian's stomach it was coated, along with the matted pubic hair in the same glutenous, slimy substance which was now everywhere else. "You dirty little fucker!" said Ian suddenly raising his head. "I'm sorry.." blurted Kevin sounding rather shocked and fearing he had upset his new friend. He quickly removed his hand, looked at it and then brought it up to his face, it smelt strongly of something, but of what? "Sorry! Wot for? I'm pulling yer pisser!" With some effort Ian pulled himself up and sat back on his haunches before swivelling round to sit next to Kevin, he grinned. "You're not mad?" asked Kevin. Whatever else Kevin was thinking he still couldn't keep his eyes off of Ian's hard cock. "I didn't mean anything, I was joking you daft bugger!" "Good." Kevin smiled. "Can we do it again?" "But, uumm.." Ian put an arm on his shoulder, he had a nagging feeling that maybe he had gone too with the younger boy. "Kev, are you alright?" "Oh yes! So was that what you called coming then?" asked Kevin, still mystified by it all. His hand was slowly creeping down to hold his rigid cock, Ian watched as he slowly pulled the foreskin back and rubbed the red tip. "Fuckin' right it was cumming!" Ian was still grinning, obviously Kevin was all right. "Did you cum?" "I don't know!" Kevin looked at him blankly. "How would I know! What's all this stuff over us?" "It's cum! Here, now just shut up, I'm going to try and make you do something as well!" Ian was grinning and in his element. Slowly he squeezed the head of his own cock which was certainly now feeling rather sensitive after the two enormous orgasms, but the thought of a third was always a possibility! Not waiting for a reply he reached over, pushed the little hand away and put his fingers around the hairless cock. Kevin's eyes opened wide again, he didn't speak but just nodded and Ian sensed that he was putting all his trust in him. "Got an idea, you'll love it!" said Ian pushing the blue briefs further down and forcing his hand between Ian's legs. Whilst Kevin squirmed and giggled Ian scooped up a huge dollop of cum which he deposited over hard cock. "What's that?" asked Kevin in surprise. "It's called lube!" Ian grinned. "You wait! I'm gonna you a lesson in wanking!" With that he started to rub Kevin's cock, after a few strokes he stopped and took Kevin's hand which he guided up and down to show him the basic finger and thumb technique. It didn't take him long to master the stroking action and he was soon grinning like a Cheshire cat. "You're nice." "Shut up!" Ian blushed, "Never mind the bollocks, just get wanking and see if you get yerself off!" "It's starting to sort of tingle again but.." said Kevin, moments later adding "oh.. damn.. it's going a sort of sticky.. oh, it ain't slippery no more!." "Yer, cum does that! Spit on it then!" Ian was the voice of practised authority, "Get yer hand and put a big gobfull of spit in the palm and mix it with the cum on yer prick... it'll be like oiling it!" Looking a little apprehensive Kevin did as instructed and was soon smiling broadly again as his hand flew up and down with the foreskin making a little slapping noises. Did he have some useful information for Ben! "Hey, you got a little bit of a problem." said Ian still grinning after peering between Kevin's legs. "What?" Problem or not Kevin wasn't stopping now, it was feeling far too good! "I though so...and I'm afraid.." Ian started to giggle, "it's yer.." "What, me what? Afraid of what?" by now Kevin couldn't stop grinning either as the whole situation was becoming rather unreal. He was in a tree house, being taught how to masturbate by an older boy who had no underpants and had just covered them both in cum! "Yer.. umm.. yer.." Ian couldn't stop laughing, "yer pants are full of my cum.. there's splodges of it everywhere!" "Splodges... I don't care!" At first Kevin burst out laughing, but that soon changed as he neared his first climax. "Oh.. oh.. god.. I feel funny.. help... me willies on fire!"" "Fuckin' hell!" cried Ian excitedly seeing the change I him. "Whatever you do, don't stop wanking!" Ian eagerly watched as Kevin started to edge into the unknown, looking and feeling as though he didn't know what was happening to him. The harder he rubbed the more he enjoyed the sensation, closing his eyes he leant back to enjoy the wonderful warm feeling. It didn't last long, the next thing he knew was that he was in the grip of an jerky, muscle spasm which was rapidly followed by an intense burning sensation in his groin. It was soon over, slumped against the wall he finally opened his eyes to see Ian smiling at him, returning the smile his head drooped. Ian grinned to himself when he thought back to his first dry orgasm, he had probably been the same age and had been hastened to find out what it was all about after overhearing some older boys talking at school. For the rest of that day he had had an erection just thinking about it and on going to bed was determined to achieve something, even though he didn't know what! Rubbing away for what seemed like ages till his cock was nearly raw he finally managed that first orgasm. At the time, being on his own and knowing nothing about masturbation, he found the new sensation rather scary and was worried that he had hurt himself. However, it didn't take too much courage to repeat the performance the following evening when he confirmed, that other than starting a life long addiction to self abuse he hadn't suffered at all! "D'you enjoy it then?" asked Ian eagerly, looking down to see if there were any signs of some watery cum. Kevin grinned and nodded, "Did I cum?" "In one way," Ian glanced down again, "but without the spunk, now that would have been a bonus!" "Spunk?" asked Kevin, "What's that?" "All the sticky stuff that's over us!" Ian grinned, "It's called either spunk or cum, I `spect you'll start to make that in a few months." "I don't get it." said Kevin sounding puzzled, "So didn't I cum then?" "Yes! Oh look.. uumm.. look, listen, when you start off," said Ian trying to make the great mystery sound simple, "you just gets the feeling but not the spunk... when you're a little bit older you'll start to make the spunk as well. D'you see?" "I think so." Kevin wasn't too sure about understanding anything at that particular moment, however at least now he would be able to think about it. There was though, one other very important question. "So.. how many times can I do it then?" "Ah." Ian grinned, "When I was like you and doing it without getting spunk as often as I liked. D'you know, one Saturday I did it every hour!" Kevin's jaw dropped. "What!" "Yer, but me cock was a bit wrecked!" said Ian giggling. "Until you start making spunk you can do it all day.. but once you start making spunk you can't do it so much `cause yer balls need time to make more. D'you see what I mean?" "I think so." Ian could almost see the wheels going around in Kevin's head! "So.. how many times a day do you do it then.. now?" continued Kevin, "You said you'd done it earlier didn't you?" "Uumm...you don't forget much do you!" Ian blushed, "When I wake up I always gotta a hard on so I do it then.. and when I go to bed." "Not in the day then?" "Bloody hell, you're a nosey little bugger!" Ian poked him and grinned, "All right, if it's a weekend or that I might do it in the day as well." "And, d'you make a mess like this in your jimjams?" Kevin asked in disbelief on seeing the fruits of Ian's testicles over everything . "My mum would find out for sure!" "No." Ian smiled. "Well I try not to.. you don't want yer parents know you're wanking all the time do you?" Kevin shook his head frightened at the merest mention of his mother examining his pyjamas. "You'll have to get yerself a cum rag." "A what?" "Anything.. an old pair of pants or something, so that when you cum you can catch the spunk and save messing up yer bed and that." "Oh, I see." said Kevin slowly. Trying to take all of the important information in was difficult. This was whole new world, did every boy do this? "Come on, let's get you dressed before anybody comes out looking for us," said Ian looking at his watch, "I think we've been out here long enough." "Yes, don't want mum finding us like this do we!" replied Kevin stating the obvious before rather shakily starting to get to his feet. "Kev...I'll give you a hand." Ian was still seated, Kevin's still erect boyhood passed within inches of his face. "Ta." Kevin lent on the top of the timber wall, his shorts and briefs around his ankles. Ian stood up, his ever present erection was very obvious, he looked down at it and grinned. "D'you see what you've done to me?" "What d'you mean. Me?" By the time Kevin had said it, the truth was slowly sinking in, "What.. it's because.. you mean.. it's me? You've got a hard on because of me?" "Yer." Ian nodded, blushed yet again, "Well, you're a sexy little bugger aren't you!" For a moment Kevin just looked at him, Ian knew he shouldn't have said it, which way was the comment going to be taken? Kevin turned and touched Ian's quivering cock, he had his answer! "Will you come over to see me again?" "Yes!" Ian grinned, "Now, I want to.. to get you dressed, please." Without waiting for a reply Ian bent down, grabbed the blue briefs and started to pull them up Kevin's legs. "Stop.. stop.." said Kevin grinning, starting to push them down again, "they're all cold, wet and sticky!" "Well what you gonna do?" Ian started to giggle, "You gotta wear something. Wot's yer mum gonna say?" "I don't know, I don't care!" Kevin turned round, "D'you know I'm jealous of you. You get to wear what you want and I've always got to look smart, I'm tired of always looking smart! I got so many new clothes I don't know what to do with 'em!" "Oh." Ian was rather taken aback by the comments. "So, well.. uumm.. wot you gonna do?" "Dunno." said Kevin starting to grin. "But, I do know I got lot's of these blue pants, she bought me more a couple of weeks ago!" "Wish I had blue!" said Ian, "I only got white ones." "Would you swop?" "Wot?" said Ian. "Swop.. for wot?" "The torn white ones! You can have these, they might be a bit small though!" "Bloody right, step out of them quick then." Ian grinned. "Hey but, these white ones are too big and they're filthy, you're not gonna really wear 'em are you?" "I am.." said Kevin firmly, "and I ain't gonna be the little goody goody boy in future!" "Oh shit, you've changed! Wot have I done!" said Ian giggling, "Come on then, let's do it." As Kevin kicked the shorts off, Ian picked up the dirty white briefs. Standing behind and holding them for Kevin to step into them, he bent down to get a good grip to pull them up, secretly hoping his erection would rub against the younger boys smooth bum cheeks. It did, the contact being like an electric shock to Ian and serving to underline the fact that in the space of a very short time he had become attracted to Kevin. Despite having cum twice already, Ian honestly thought he could manage it third time as he busied himself dressing Kevin in the dirty briefs and then slowly pulled the tan shorts up. "Cor, it feels all funny." said Kevin moving about. "Can you see the torn bit hanging down the leg of me shorts?" "No." said Ian looking down and unable to resist added. "Hang on I'll have proper look." Much to Kevin's amusement, Ian's hard cock brushed the rear of the shorts as he got down on his knees and tried to look up the legs. "Well," he said standing back up, "just don't let yer mum look up 'em or she'll get a shock when she sees yer willy!" "Oh!" said Kevin as the smile slipped from his face. "I hadn't thought of that." "You gotta be careful," said Ian, "I `spect your mum looks everywhere when yer out at school, I'm sure mine does! I dunno wot she looks for, but I'm sure she does!" "Crikey, I hadn't thought of that. I'd better hide these pants then!" "Too right you had, wot if she found 'em!" "I hate to think!" said Kevin, then he started to grin again, "Hey... suppose I keep `em to use as cum rag for when I can cum!" "Yeah!" Ian laughed, "You let me know when you do and we'll have another wank up here!" "Yeah! Course I will." Kevin turned to pick the blue briefs. "Now, you gonna wear these?" "Yer, if you think you can get it in?" said Ian, giggling and pushing his raging cock towards Kevin, who if it was known was now getting just as big a thrill out the underwear swop as Ian was. Besides, it would be his turn to stand behind and press his shorts into Ian's ass when he pulled the briefs up. "Can I rub yer willy again.. please." whispered Kevin as he stood behind Ian and held the briefs out for him to step into. "I don't see why not, but it's a bit sore, so go gently." replied Ian, knowing that sore or not he really wanted to cum for a third time. "Pull the pants up and you can wank me inside them." "Never thought of that." said Kevin excitedly, reaching down and tugging them up. "Bloody hell, they're a bit tight, so go easy.." said Ian seeing that Kevin was getting rather over enthusiastic, "I'll get me cock in them for you, then you can do what you want to me." Reaching down he felt for Kevin's hands and helped him pull the waistband over the end of his cock wiping the drip of precum off in the process. "Kev..." Ian was sounding rather breathless, "get yer hands under the elastic by me legs and get wanking, I really reckon I'm gonna cum again!" "What! That'll be twice.. no three times!" Kevin sounded staggered, this sex thing was incredible. "Can you do that?" "I'm gonna find out!" Ian didn't finish the sentence. "It's `cause of you.. you've got me going.. I want..." Under the circumstances actions spoke louder than words so instead of asking, Ian put his arms behind him and managed to get a hand up the leg of Kevin's shorts. Wearing the baggy Y-fronts, they offered no resistance whatsoever and Ian's hand went straight to Kevin's cock it was just as he imagined, rock hard. By now there was no disguising the crush they had for each other and with a hand in each others underpants it wasn't going to take long before either climaxed again. Confined by the tight briefs and Kevin's lack of masturbation technique Ian's cock was beginning to feel the worse for wear. However, with his overwhelming desire to cum for the third time driving him on it wasn't much longer before Ian was bucking his hips and depositing a third, rather tiny spurt of cum over Kevin's hand. Not wanting to stop, Kevin continued using the hot slimy deposit as a lubricant, just as he had done earlier. Pretty much exhausted but totally gratified sexually, Ian's cock felt it was on fire, it carried on jerking wildly but producing no sperm and was giving a whole new meaning to the expression, self abuse! Even so, Ian had managed to continue expertly rubbing Kevin's prized few inches through the leg of his shorts until he was able to manage his second dry climax with dramatic effect. With the afternoon dominated by sex coupled with the discovery that he could now reach orgasm Kevin's second climax was all too much for him and he just collapsed, sliding to the floor at Ian's feet. Standing above him and sweating profusely Ian leant back against the wall and pulled at the front of the tight briefs, peering inside he was greeted by an aroma of teenage boy mixed with the smell of fresh semen. There was no doubt his prick looked rather red and it certainly felt very sore, nevertheless it had been worth it. Well worth it! Kevin was on the floor at his feet and not wishing to rouse him that quickly, Ian seemingly insatiable decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Bending down he peered up the leg of the shorts and saw the torn briefs barely covering anything, gently slipping his hand up the leg Kevin's cock twitched receptively as his fingers encircled it. The truth was he had one last objective and hoped his own cock hadn't been too badly abused and would allow him to try for a fourth orgasm! With a sticky hand he let his fingers gently push their way back between Kevin's legs until he could feel the start of his hairless crack. Knowing he was physically exhausted himself, Ian could not resist and knelt by the motionless boy his hands virtually trembling with excitement, dare he go further? Yes! First though, he pulled his own briefs down and freed his still erect cock, spat liberally into the palm of his free hand, wrapped it around and in an almost robotic state started to masturbate. Doing his best not to wake Kevin, his other hand made it's way up the leg of the shorts and between his cheeks until his fingers felt the outline of the puckered hole. Kevin moved slightly and appeared to moan, that now made no difference to Ian who was on a journey of which there was no going back. As his hand slid up and down his cock he knew something was trying to stir in his groin and despite the soreness another climax seemed impossible. The tip of his index finger was pushing quite hard on the wrinkled entrance without success, scared of waking Kevin and a little disappointed, Ian was about to abandon the plan. Suddenly, he found the resistance to his finger had disappeared and it had entered a hot slippery tube, having explored his own bumhole on many occasions he knew exactly where it was. More lubricant was desperately required, so spitting again into his hand he was able to continue furiously masturbating with the feeling that he really was going to be able cum again. Sadly though, it was to be all in vain as Ian's exhausted body was barely able to go through the motions, let alone produce another orgasm. Moments later the culmination of the afternoons ever heightened excitement brought on his collapse and he simply wilted right on top of Kevin in a palpating heap. "I use a pencil myself!" The way he felt, Ian wasn't sure if he was even still alive! A pencil? What the hell for? Where was he? What he was hearing? And, who was talking to him about pencils? "Are you all right?" Kevin's smiling face slowly came into focus only inches away from his own. "Oh fuck!" Looking about blankly Ian shook his head and blinked in disbelief on realising just where and what he had been doing. "Are you going to leave your finger up my bum?" Kevin grinned. "I'd like that!" "Oh fuck!" As a reflex reaction he instantly pulled his hand from the leg of the shorts and did his best to smile at Kevin who was now just staring at him with an adoring expression. A cold sweat was starting, there was also the feeling of a dreadful knot forming in his stomach, Ian knew there was a problem and it was growing by the minute. With the sexual euphoria gone he was left with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. A huge feeling of guilt, knowing that he had unfairly led on and taken complete sexual advantage of his young cousin. Now with all sexual urges dissipated and seeing himself dressed in the younger boys underpants it was excruciatingly obvious that his game had gone too far. Why hadn't he just stopped at comparing their willie's or something instead of using Kevin as a tool to gratify his own lust? Other than being a cousin he didn't even really know the boy. Suppose Kevin started to tell his friends that an older boy had been actively encouraging him to masturbate! Ian was still finding it difficult enough to be open enough about these matters with Art and Nigel and they were his own age, yet here he was having just fingered an eleven year old boy. To his moral compass it didn't seem right. On the other hand, Kevin was now on cloud nine. Ten and eleven! Looking as though he had never been so happy he was still staring at Ian as though he idolised him. With his head reeling with thoughts that they were lucky not to have been caught Ian managed to stand up, his legs were certainly rather shaky. Rather hesitantly he took hold of Kevin's arm and helped the smiling boy to his feet. "When can we do it again?" asked Kevin excitedly. Plainly he was now full of life and thanks to Ian, sexually primed for the rest of his life. "Uumm.." Ian stuttered, "let me get dressed and I'll... I'll.. think about it." "You are going to wear my blue pants then?" "Yer, I guess.. I gotta wear something." Ian managed a smile at the thought of visualising Kevin's mother in a state of state of shock on finding at what her boy was wearing. "So, you're happy in those old white ones then?" "Oh yes!" "Now Kev, look.." said Ian trying not to sound worried, "uumm, look you're not.. I mean, you're not gonna tell anybody about this are you?" "I might tell Ben, he'd love to know about wanking and that." replied Kevin without really thinking. He was more concerned with the blotches of dried spunk on his shirt. "What am I going to tell mum about these?" "Why don't you just tell Ben.. uumm.. that somebody told you how to wank." Ian's mouth was going dry, "I mean uumm.. don't, don't say that I...uumm.. me.. no, not me... that uumm.. you were shown.. uumm.. you were just told how to do it and, and you did it by yourself." "Why not? We're friends now aren't we?" said Kevin innocently. "I could get Ben to come here next time when we're going to do it again, if you want!" Ian looked at him in horror! Having two boys to play with would have to remain a fantasy, it was impossible and he knew it. "No.. no.. Kev, I mean I'd rather you didn't say anything.. well, I mean about me, you know, I mean, we... uumm you, you know us.. up here in the tree house." Ian smiled and looked him in the face hoping to get an affirmative answer. The realisation that neither the attention span nor the logic of an eleven year old wasn't to be heavily relied upon was finally becoming very apparent. Typically, to prove it Kevin was already appearing to lose interest in the subject. "Oh.. you don't want Ben to know then?" Kevin sounding rather disappointed. "Kevin, I don't want anybody to find out. Not really, this was just between us wasn't it?" Ian smiled. "I mean.. now you wouldn't want your mum to find out would you?" "Oh no!" Kevin bit his lip. "You see Kev, I think if only the two of us know about what we did, well," Ian finished pulling his blue shorts up, the tight briefs were already starting to cut off the circulation to his legs, "well, then if we don't say anything to anybody then nobody else is going to find out are they?" "No. I see." said Kevin slowly. "So then, there's no chance of either of our mum's or anybody finding out is there? D'you see?" "Yes." Kevin nodded sagely. "But you will come over and do it again with me, you will.. please. You will won't you?" "Of course, it was fun wasn't it." Ian grinned and prayed that Kevin would keep the secret as promised. "We could do bums as well!" said Kevin smiling. "All the more reason not to say anything then, eh?" Ian winked. "It's a big secret, just between you and me. Right?" "Right. Come on then, let's go down and see if there's any lemonade left." Disappearing down the ladder Kevin appeared to almost say it as if nothing had happened between them. His mind occupied by thoughts of a lack of discretion and the feeling that his cock been rubbed with sandpaper whilst the blue briefs had cut the blood supply to everything below his waist, Ian limped behind Kevin across the lawn back towards the house. If Ben were to be told, even by accident where would it end? ******************************************************************************* Chapter 51 to follow..