Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1998 21:41:28 +0100 From: John Venn Subject: COUSIN DAVID COUSIN DAVID By Alexander My Mother had died some years ago and I lived with my Father in a large house on the edge of Canterbury, England. We got on fairly well together and life was fun for the most part. Recently however, my dad had got some promotion at work which meant that he travelled at lot and was away from home for weeks at a time. The first time that he went away, he arranged that I stayed with my cousin and his parents a few miles away. I didn't mind this too much as I got on well with him and quite liked him in fact. My cousin David was about three years older than me, and as it was quite a small house we shared the same bedroom. After I had been staying there for about a week, I was surprised late one night to wake up from a deep sleep to find David in my bed and playing around with my cock - I had an erection and he was trying to wank me off. At first I thought I was dreaming and so I didn't say anything, just stared down at his hand moving slowly up and down my shaft. I had of course wanked off before and quite enjoyed it in fact, but this was different. When I realised that I wasn't having a dream and had almost fully woken up, I sleepily asked David what he was doing. When he heard my voice, he almost jumped out of his skin with surprise. All he could manage was a mumbled "Sorry" as he hurriedly scrambled out of my bed and slipped back into his own bed. I lay there just looking at the ceiling for a while, thinking about what had just happened, and had more or less decided that I had in fact quite enjoyed the experience, rather to my astonishment, when I looked across at David. He was doing the same as I was, just laying on his back with his eyes open, his hands behind his head. It was at this point that I realised I still had an erection and was slowly wanking myself off. Without giving the matter a great deal of thought, I turned over and faced David. "I didn't mind you know. Do you want to come back?" I whispered. He turned to face me, and to my surprise I could see tears glistening on his cheeks. He didn't say anything at all, just looked at me. I had the feeling that he was much more embarrassed than I was, and was probably also afraid of what I would say to his parents. "Honestly, I don't mind, I was enjoying it actually." I said, trying to make him feel better. Without a word he pushed back his bedclothes and walked across towards me. As I held back my blanket and watched him get in, I noticed that his prick, having lost its erection was about the same size as mine, but he had a few hairs growing at the base of it - which was more than I had! Putting the blanket over him, we turned to face each other, both a little embarrassed at the situation we had found ourselves in, and not sure what to do next. Sensing that he wasn't going to make the first move, I found his hand and gently replaced it where it had been only a few moments before. At the same time, I felt around for his prick and having found it, began to toy with it. It wasn't long before what had been a limp, flaccid organ began to stir and erect itself to a state which matched mine. I looked at David and saw him smile slightly, a sure sign that he was beginning to relax and feel better. We lay there for quite some time, silently exploring around each other, neither of us knowing what to do next. Feeling myself getting hot, I pushed the bedclothes off and looked down at David's prick. "That's nice" I said, "Do you think it's bigger than mine?" "Don't know" he replied, "Shall we put 'em together and find out?" When David's prick touch mine, I felt as if a bolt of lightening had hit me - the sensation was absolutely beyond description. I had thought that wanking off was a terrific feeling, but this was much, much better than that. In my excitement, I grabbed my cousin and gave him a hard squeeze. This had the effect of pushing my very hard prick into his crutch, and I almost came. Relaxing my hold, we looked down at ourselves and noted that despite the difference in our ages, we were much about the same size. "Have you done this before with anyone, Martin?" I heard David ask. "No, never. It's fun though isn't it?" I replied. "Yeah. Me and a mate do it at school sometimes, but I have never had anyone in a bed before. Can you come yet?" he asked, moving his hand back to my groin. "Sometimes. But not every time, sometimes I hurt a bit but nothing comes out. I think it depends on how long it was before I last came." We lay back on our sides, once again facing each other and softly fondling each other as we chatted. I discovered that once or twice before David had come over to my bed during the night and had a feel of me. He had always knelt on the floor before, but tonight he felt really horny and had got into my bed for the first time. "It started the first day you were here I suppose," he continued, "When you were having a shower before we went to bed. I was cleaning my teeth when I saw that you had a hard on, and I got so excited that I couldn't wait for you to go so I could have a wank." I remembered the occasion with more than a little embarrassment. I had got a hard on just thinking about David and I both naked in the bathroom - I wasn't thinking of sex particularly, just the sight of his prick made me excited. The sight of nude boys was of course nothing new to either of us, after all it happened almost every day at school, but this was different. We were alone, and also about to share the same bedroom. I didn't think that he had seen my erection as I thought I had hidden it when I turned round. What was even more amusing was that when I had finished my shower, and got into bed I had a glorious wank myself thinking of David, not knowing that he was doing just the same in the bathroom! For when seemed like half the night, we had the time of our lives, both enjoying each others company, bodies and pleasures. I had never been with anyone before, but I learned from David that he and his best friend Mark sometimes played around with each other in the woods at the back of school. I knew Mark of course as he lived nearby. He was in the same class as my cousin, and was a school football player. It had never occurred to me that boys could give each other pleasure in this way; we had the usual schoolboy jokes about gays, pricks, wanking and so on, but I had never actually made the connection between the words and the action. "Do you want to come yet?" eventually I heard David ask. Telling him that I did, I lay on my back and he got to work on my by now extremely hard prick. His technique was wonderful, the experiences with Mark had obviously paid off. He varied his movements at just the right times, sometimes moving his hand rapidly up and down my prick, and seeming to know when I was just about to come, slowing down and just barely moved his fist. At other times, he would gently flick his finger around the head of my cock and drive me almost wild with excitement. Eventually of course I came, and came in such amounts that I thought it would never stop. My whole body jerked with the pleasure and the pain, and when I looked down, I saw my stomach covered with more spunk than I had ever seen before. For a few minutes, I lay back and gathered my strength. My whole body seemed to ache and I felt completely drained in more ways than one! When I felt better, I turned over to face my friend. "Do you wanna come?" I asked, not sure that I had the energy to complete the job. "Yeah, but will you do me a favour first?" he asked. Agreeing to do whatever he wanted, he asked if I would suck his dick for him. This was a bit of a shock to me at first, but after a moments thought readily agreed after making him promise that he wouldn't either piss or come in my mouth. Adjusting our positions I slowly lowered my mouth down onto his now enormous prick, and gently slid it towards my throat. Much to my surprise I found that the feeling I had was brilliant - it beat sucking ice cream anytime I remember thinking. Anyway, feeling a bit braver I began to seriously suck his cock. If I went right down on him, I found that it would just touch the back of my throat; at first this made me feel a bit sick but I soon got used to it and could work my mouth right up and down his shaft. I must have been doing it right because I was conscious of David groaning with pleasure, but I was so engrossed in what I was doing, it seemed as if he was a hundred miles away. Now getting properly into the rhythm I was frantically sucking and moving my head up and down for all I was worth. The result was that I could feel his prick get even harder, and even began to throb as I could feel with my tongue. "Jesus, that's good!" I was dimly aware of David saying. "Hold on I'm coming" he managed to gasp, and before I could get out of the way he arched his back, forced his prick deep into my mouth, and spurted his warm come down my throat. At first I coughed and spluttered a bit, but after I had swallowed most of it, I felt better and turned to look at David's face. "Christ, Martin, that was fucking brilliant!" he said. "Sorry about coming in your mouth though" he giggled. "I couldn't help myself. What does it taste like?" "A bit salty, but not too bad really I suppose" I replied "Not as bad as I thought it would be anyway." We lay together for a few minutes more, neither speaking as we were by now both exhausted after our experiences. I was almost asleep when I was dimly aware of David leaving my bed and going back to his own. My last thoughts as I drifted off into a dreamy sleep was that I wanted to do all this again, and couldn't wait for it to happen. Cousin David - Part 2 by Alexander The following morning we both got up late, not surprisingly I suppose after the adventure of the night before, and didn't have chance to talk very much until we sat down for breakfast. Even then we didn't dare mention what we both wanted to talk about as his mother was hovering about the kitchen. Idly we chatted about the forthcoming day at school and what we planned to do. Although we were different ages and therefore in different year groups, because it was a small school we combined classes and had the whole afternoon of games together. "I think I'm down to go swimming today. You?" David asked between mouthfuls of toast. "Dunno, I can't remember." I replied, " I hope I can get away with just taking my shorts and T-shirt." Even on our way to the bus stop we hardly spoke. I for one felt slightly embarrassed about last night, and whilst hoping that it wouldn't be the last time we did it, wasn't sure how David felt. When the school bus arrived we both scrambled upstairs and aimed for the back seats as usual. Playfully I pushed David out of the way and dived into the corner seat. David, following close behind, fell against me and accidentally put his hand on my thigh, very close but quite not touching, my prick and balls. "Sorry!" he said, blushing bright red, "I didn't mean to." Amazingly he seemed to be much more disconcerted by this simple accident than I expected. Realising that it was probably an after-effect of last night I felt that now was as good a time as any to discuss what was probably on both our minds, and seeing as I was the oldest decided to take the lead. "That's OK," I answered, looking at him, "Not as good as last nigh though was it?" I joking added, smiling. David looked as if I had hit him. "Shut up!," he mouthed, getting even redder if that were possible and staring round the bus to make sure no one had overheard me. "It's all right, there's no one here yet." "Yeah. Well........" David tailed off. "I thought last night was terrific - I really enjoyed it. Didn't you?" I said, deciding to meet the problem head on. "Yes. I think so anyway," he replied nervously, "It seems different in the daytime somehow and I wasn't really sure whether it happened or not. I thought maybe I had dreamed it all." "If you did, I had the same one and it must have been a good one as I have the stains on my bedsheet to prove it - and it can't all be mine!" Visibly relaxing, David even managed a weak smile at my attempt at a joke. "Look," I continued, "Now see what you've done," pointing to the rapidly rising bulge in my trousers. Grinning broadly now, and sliding along the seat a bit closer to me, David placed his hand over my boner. Glancing down at his groin, I was pleased to see that he was also rising to the occasion and I teasingly squeezed his erection. The bus was filling up now, and the back seat had filled up with younger kids who were laughing and giggling among themselves, totally ignoring David and me in the corner. An evil idea crossed my mind, and without giving it a second thought, acted on it. Taking my hand away from David's groin, I picked up my school bag and placed it on my knees, hiding David's hand from prying eyes. Gently and very slowly I slid my zip down and let my cock spring out. David's eyes opened up wide in semi-terror and he removed his hand as if it were on fire. Grinning widely at him, I pretended to start and wank myself off. "Piss off, Martin!" he mouthed," You must be mad!" "Yep," I agreed, "What'cha going to do about it?" For a good five minutes he could hardly take his eyes off my cock and hand. I just knew that he wanted to take hold of it, but didn't quite have the courage - yet. His hand, I noticed however, was slowly creeping across the seat towards my crutch. Anxiously I kept an eye on it, wishing fervently that he would hurry up as I was beginning to get that feeling you have just before you come. Sensing that I was getting very close to that point of no return I decided that shooting my spunk all over the back seat of the school bus wasn't really too good an idea but delaying it as long as I dared, I managed just in time let go of my prick - with great difficulty I might add! David, who must have realised how close I was to coming took his chance and quickly slid his hand across and grabbed my tool. Within a half a dozen strokes of his beautiful hand I came. Biting my lip to stop crying out, I involuntarily arched my back, hit my knees against the back of the seat in front, and shot my come all over it and David's hand. A tiny bit I also noticed even landed in the hair of the girl in front, and lay there glistening in the light. Withdrawing instantly, David sat innocently looking around and surreptitiously wiping his hand on the seat as the girls turned round and stared angrily at me. "Sorry, I slipped," I explained lamely to them. "Dickhead!" one of the girls said venomously, much closer to the truth than she realised. Very much more concerned with my predicament than in arguing with her as I would normally have done, I apologised again and feverishly tried to work out what to do next. Reaching into my pocket I took out my clean handkerchief and hurriedly wiped the end of my cock before fastening the zip. Thankfully having done this without anyone seeing, I then tried to clean the back of the seat as best I could without attracting any undue attention. Unfortunately, not only did I not succeed in getting much of it off, but the green dye was also coming off as well. "Bastard!" I whispered to David who was studiously ignoring me, trying his best not to laugh out loud. "Oh, bollocks to it!" I said and threw the stained handkerchief out of the window. The remainder of our journey was spent desperately avoiding eye contact as we knew that we would both burst into fits of uncontrollable giggles if we did. David and I didn't meet again until after lunch when I was walking across the playground. "Martin!" I heard him shout out, "Martin! Over here." Turning and walking towards him, I was wondering what he wanted as we don't normally have a great deal to do with each other at school. "You're in deep shit!" he grinned, "You're down to go swimming this afternoon. Apparently a list went up the day before yesterday, and your name's on it." "Shit!" I said, now having a dim recollection of one of the teachers reading out the list in one of the lessons and my not paying much attention as usual. Not having the correct kit with you was a major sin in the eyes of the games master, and it meant that I was due for a major bollocking from him. Not only that, but the standard punishment was to be sent on a long, cold, wet cross-country run, which I hated even at the best of times. I had less than half an hour to solve my problem. Dashing round the playground, I asked everyone I could if they had a spare pair of swimming trunks to lend me, hoping against hope that someone had. I'd almost given up when I saw Nigel leaning against the wall. "Hey Nige!," I said cheerfully, slapping him on the shoulder, "Couldn't do me a favour could you?" In most circumstances I, along with most other kids in the school avoided Nigel. He was very clever (compared to the likes of me) and was always well organised. That in itself was enough to put most boys off him, but he was also very arrogant and somehow had the talent of making everyone feel inferior to him. "Oh, hello Martin!" he said not bothering to look at me, and sounding really bored and pissed off. "What do you want?" "Can I borrow your swimming things. I've forgotten mine." I pleaded, "You're playing football aren't you?" "Yes, I am. Stupid bloody game." he answered. Nigel wasn't into sport of any kind. "Dunno really," he continued, "I don't really like lending things out, especially personal things like swimming trunks." "Bollocks!" I thought, "Now I'm if for it. He was my last chance." Pausing for a moment, Nigel carried on, "I've got an old spare pair in my locker. Borrow those if you like. Not the new boxer ones, but the old blue pair of Speedos. You'll have to do me a favour though." "Here it comes," I thought, " Here's the catch." "Yeah, anything." I agreed. "You'll have to write a note getting me off games. Tell them that I have a cold or something." One of the few talents I have is Art, and I am quite good at forging notes, something which has got me into trouble more than once I might add. Reluctantly, but knowing there was no choice, I took the piece of paper from Nigel and scrawled a letter to the school, asking if dear Nigel could be excused games as he has a slight chest cold. "I suppose that will have to do," Nigel said, taking a cursory glance at my handiwork and stuffing it in his pocket, "Go on then." Aiming for the locker room, I soon found Nigel's and picked up the two pairs of neatly folded swimming trunks. Putting the boxers back on the shelf, I examined the Speedos and quickly decided that they were probably far too small for me. In any case, I liked the others better and so took those. The swimming pool we went to was an old Victorian one in the middle of town. It wasn't used by the public very much as they preferred the new one at the sports complex, but it meant that this one was only used by schools and was easier for the staff to keep some sort of control over us - at least in theory! There were no changing room as such, but two long lines of changing cubicles with tiny swing doors which did little more than hide ones modesty. Lining us up the teacher began to read out our names from his list, pairing us off and directing us to a cubicle. Raising my hand to attract his attention, I asked if David and I could share the same one as I had lost my towel and as he was my cousin, didn't mind sharing his. For a split second I thought he was going to have a go at me, but deciding it wasn't worth it simply pointed at the next empty cubicle. David and I stripped off as quickly as we could and picked up our trunks. The two of us, standing there naked had it's usual effect on me and I started to get an erection. "Fuck it," I said softly. Looking round to see what the problem was, David took it in at a glance. "Well done Martin!" was his only response, "Can't you ever think of anything else?" "Same as you then" I grinned, spotting his sympathetic boner. "No problem for me" he said as he moved to pull his trunks on. As he bent down, I was taken completely by surprise as he hastily took my cock in his mouth and gave it a swift lick and suck. "That's better" were his only words, "I've been wanting to do that ever since this morning!" Hurriedly I took hold of his erection and gave it a couple of quick tugs. "Later kid!" I excitedly whispered in his ear. Smiling inwardly to myself, much relieved that David seemed to have got over his earlier shyness, I finished getting changed and joined the rest of the group in the water. I had hoped that David and I would be able to satisfy each other and have a quick bit of fun when we were getting dried after our swim, but the teacher was walking up and down the row of cubicles, glancing in to each as he went by. "Dirty bastard!" I said quietly to David, annoyed with the teacher for spoiling my plans, "I'll get you later though David." "Promises, promises" David grinned. Luckily the bus passed near to my temporary home on the way back to school, and we were dropped off only a few yards away. Being home earlier than usual, the house was empty and so we took a couple of cans of coke and a handful of biscuits and went upstairs. Throwing our school bags into the corner, I sat down in front of the computer and turned it on. "Got any good games?" I asked, waiting for it to start up. "Yeah, some," David said coming over to me. Putting his chin on my shoulder from behind, he rested his hands on the edge of the chair either side of my legs and watched the monitor. "Got one game you'd like, but it's not on there," he whispered in my ear. Keeping his head where it was, he started to lick all round the inside and outside of my ear and nibbling away at the lobe. The sensation was surprisingly erotic I found and got an almost instant hard on. Losing all interest in the computer, I simply sat there just staring at the screen without seeing it, concentrating instead on the incredible tingling feeling in my trousers, savouring every second of it. Not being able to take any more of his aggravation I stood up to face him. Putting both hands on his shoulders, I was about to push him playfully on to the bed behind him when without any sort of conscious thought I leaned forward and kissed him firmly on the lips. "Sorry!" I mumbled, colouring up, "I didn't mean to do that," letting my arms drop to my side. "Shit!" I thought, "Now I've really screwed up." David must have been just as shocked as I was at this sudden turn of events, but got over it quicker. "S'all right," he said softly, "I don't mind." Taking this on board, I thought about it for a minute. "Sure?" I questioned, "I don't know why I did it." "Yeah, course I am. I liked it I think. Can we do it again?" Sensing that we were both about to enter a new and hitherto unexplored area of our friendship, I felt both frightened and exhilarated at the same time. Nervously I put my arms around his waist and pulled him slowly towards me, looking straight into his eyes. Returning my gaze, I felt David relax and taking small step forwards embraced me. "Kiss me again, Martin," he whispered, "Please?" Staring at his lovely full lips, I moved slowly towards them, terrified at what I was about to do, but utterly unable to stop myself. Gently I rested my lips on his, unsure as to how far I could, or should, go. Increasing the pressure slightly, I was astonished to feel his tongue trying to push its way between my lips. Opening my mouth slightly at first, and then fully, I felt David's tongue darting in and out of it, frantically wriggling about inside it. The feeling was stupendous! Hugging him even tighter to me, I kissed him hard, searching out his tongue with mine and playing it around his mouth as frantically as I could. Needing to take a pause for breath, I pulled back and looked at David with more passion in my heart than I cared to admit, even to myself. And I was scared - terrified in fact. "David," I began to say, "I don't think we should ..........." "Shut up!" David said kindly and paused. "I like you Martin. Lots." "I know. But that doesn't make what we're doing right. I think we ought to stop." Martin stepped back and collapsed on the edge of the bed, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "But last night you said............." "I know, but that was different somehow. It was good and I enjoyed it, but it was still wrong, and it isn't the same any more somehow." I was astonishing myself with what I was saying. For the first time in my life I was struggling between what I felt and what I knew was wrong. I desperately wanted to have David in as many ways as I could, to hold him, to kiss him and to ....... I forced myself to stop thinking about it and fell silent. David was now sobbing, his hands covering his eyes. Feeling sorry for what I had done, I sat next to him and put what I hoped was a comforting arm round his shoulders. "Fuck Off! I hate you!" he shouted at me. Shocked with the vehemence of his outburst, I let go. I felt awful, and didn't know what to do next, but I was certain that I had to do something. "David, Listen to me. Please?" I begged, and gently pulled his hands down from his face. Looking at his tear-stained cheeks, I felt even worse if that were possible. "What happened just now when we kissed each other frightened me. I like you, a lot. Just as you like me, but I don't think that we should do anything else because I am afraid that I won't be able to stop myself doing things with you that you don't really want to do." David stopped crying for a moment and looked at me. "I don't care Martin. I like you and know that you would never hurt me or do anything I didn't want. I liked what we did yesterday, and even this morning on the bus. I think I'm just as scared as you are, but I can't help myself and I don't want us to stop being friends." Pausing to take a deep breath, he continued, "I know what we've done isn't right or anything, but I can't understand why. If only you and me know about it and we keep it secret, why should anyone else care?" This was a novel thought to me and I turned it over in my mind. What he said made a weird sort of sense, and despite my inner feelings that we were embarking on very dangerous ground, looked at him and said carefully, "All right then, we'll be friends. But no one must ever, ever know what we do. Promise?" Having said this, I immediately felt a thousand times better and was immensely relieved that David seemed happier too. "Promise! Promise!" David beamed, and jumping up sat on my lap and kissed me hard. Laying back on the bed, I pulled him down by my side and embraced him. "How long we got before your mum comes home?" I asked curiously. Glancing at the clock, David replied that we had about half an hour. "Good." I replied, and began experimentally to run my fingers up and down his back. David started to unbutton my school shirt, examining each one as if it were a diamond before unfastening it, obviously deriving great pleasure from undressing me. Whislt he was doing this, I kicked off my shoes, distantly hearing them drop one by on to the floor. Having completely unfastened my shirt, I shrugged it off and watched as he started work on my trousers. You wouldn't believe how incredibly erotic I found it being undressed, especially by a three-year older male cousin! It wasn't long of course before my trousers and pants joined the rest of my clothes on the floor and I lay back on the bed, happily aware of my prick standing up like a flagpole in front of me, hotter and harder than I had ever know it, waiting impatiently for the attention that David was about to give it. Stripping himself off in record time, David took a flying leap onto the bed and landed by my side. Leaning over he took my face in his hands and kissed me all over it. "Feeling better now?" he enquired. "Yeah. Lots, thanks" "Great!" he replied and lay on top of me. I could deliciously feel his erection laying against mine, squashed between our stomachs. Slowly we began to grind into each other, increasing both the pressure and the pleasure second by second. Kissing each other with more tenderness and passion that I thought possible, I had never been happier than I was at that moment, and told David so. Wordlessly David took a bit of time out from his now gentle kissing and looked at me carefully. Tears were beginning to form again in his eyes, but this time I knew they were with happiness and not pain. "Good," was all he said, the tight hug he gave me saying more than a million words ever could. For the next eternity we cuddled, caressed and kissed each other as if the world was about to end and lost all track of time. It wasn't until we heard the key in the front door lock that we came down to earth. "Shit!" said David, leaping up in shock, "Bollocks!" Ever the quick thinker, David told me to get dressed and sit at the computer. He would go to the bathroom and have a shower. "Cover for me," he mouthed as he ran out of the room. Hurriedly I pulled on my trousers, kicked the underpants under the bed and sat down moments before the door opened and his mother came in. "Hello, Martin," she said looking rather surprised to see me only half dressed, "Where's David?" "Having a shower," I answered, "We've been swimming today and the showers weren't working so we're having one now. I'm going in after he's finished if that's all right?" "Yes, of course," she replied, looking happier, "I wondered what the smell was when I came in the room, must be the chlorine. Tea in about half an hour." I let out a deep sigh of relief as she closed the door. "Thank Christ for that!" Tapping on the bathroom door, I told David to hurry up as it was my turn. "S'OK, door's not locked, come in, I've nearly finished anyway," I heard him say. Walking in to the steamed-up room, David was stood in the middle of the floor drying himself. "Told her that the showers weren't working at the pool," I whispered. "OK, thanks," he replied. "It's all yours," he said, giving my balls a playful tweak as he wrapped the towel around him and nipped to our room. Sitting at the tea table, we were telling his mother about our day at school and how I had had to borrow a pair of swimming things when David almost gave me a heart attack when he announced that he was feeling very tired and would probably have an early night after he had done his homework. "Yes. All right dear," his mother replied, only half listening. Having no homework of my own to do, I sat watching TV with his parents until at about eight o'clock the living room door opened and David walked in wearing his pyjamas and dressing gown. "I must be more tired than I thought," he said to the room in general, " I can't seem to get this computer program I'm writing to work properly, can you come and give me a hand Martin?" Knowing full well what was in his mind, I am sure I blushed as I stood up, "Yeah. OK then." and turning away from his parents hoping they wouldn't notice my acute embarrassment followed David upstairs. "Shit!" I gasped as we went into his room and closed the door, "That's the second time tonight you've almost given me a heart attack." "Sorry!" he grinned, "But I just couldn't wait any more. I've almost come in my pyjamas just thinking about you." "OK, then, What's the problem with the computer?" I asked, playing along with his game. "Oh, that," he remembered, "Come on, I'll show you." Pulling up another chair he placed it alongside the one already there. "Look," he said, opening up a program. Neither of us had the faintest idea what it was we were looking at, and didn't care very much as David randomly moved the cursor round the screen. Taking my hand he placed it firmly on his already stiff cock. "That's the real problem," he said grinning, "And I don't know what to do about it!" Having made sure that I wasn't going to remove my hand, he quickly moved his attention to my groin and undid my zip. Sliding his hand inside my trousers he looked dramatically shocked as he said "What! No underpants! Dirty boy." "Fuck you," I grinned, "It's your fault for rushing me earlier. I forgot to get them out from under the bed." Once again we were lost in our own little world and lost all track of time until David's father knocked at the door. We had just enough time to put our hands somewhere more appropriate than where they had been before he came in. "Come on, you two. I thought you said you were tired, David. It's late and way past the time you should be in bed. " he said, standing just inside the door and glancing at the monitor. "Don't understand those things, and never will," he said, pulling a face at the computer screen. "Sorry, Dad," David answered, "We'll just finish this bit and then we'll go." "OK then, Goodnight." "Goodnight," we replied in unison, "See you in the morning," thanking our lucky stars that he hadn't come any further into the room and seen our rampant cocks sticking up in the air. Hanging about for another few minutes, we waited until we heard their bedroom door shut. "Come on, let's have some fun!" David said as he turned the main light out to leave just the small bedside ones lit. Taking his dressing gown and pyjama jacket off, he threw me the pair of Nigel's swimming trunks I had been wearing earlier. "Put these on for me," he said with a glint in his eye. Doing as I was told, I threw off what clothes I was wearing and pulled on the boxers. "Perfect!" he said softly, putting his arms round and kissing me gently on the cheek. The atmosphere we had created in the dimly lit bedroom was strangely erotic and lent a air of subdued excitement to our 'game'. "Martin, I think you're wonderful," he whispered to me, "Promise we'll always be friends?" "Yes. Of course," I replied, meaning it with every bone in my body and taking the opportunity to kiss him on the lips added, "Shut up and get on with it." David, I was to learn later much to my delight and pleasure derived great enjoyment by undressing me, or seeing me in briefs or swimming trunks. Caressing each other all over, not leaving a square inch untouched, we embraced, hugged and kissed passionately. Slipping my hands inside his loose pyjamas, I let them fall to the floor and put my hands on the cheeks of his arse, forcing his rigid cock against mine. Moaning with pleasure, David copied my action and gripped me firmly by the cheeks. I was dimly aware of his index finger searching around for the hole in my bum, I jumped slightly and pulled away as he found it, and tried to push his finger into it through the material of the boxers. "Don't. It's all right." he whispered Relaxing once more into his arms, I was content to let him play around. "Let's lay down, I'm getting tired of standing up," I asked him. Without for a moment letting go of each other, we moved to the floor and settle down again, still embracing. Resuming his search for the hole in my bum again, he found it and pushed his finger hard against it. Suddenly I heard rather than felt the thin material of the boxers tear and his finger slide deep inside me. "Jesus! That hurt!" I almost shouted. "Ssshh" he whispered, making no attempt to remove his finger, "Just give it a minute." Much to my surprise, the pain quickly subsided, to be replaced by a wonderfully pleasurable feeling of his finger being worked around inside me. "Christ! That's nice," I whispered, "Where the hell did you learn that?" Ignoring my question, he simply pulled me harder towards him and sunk his finger in deeper. "Can I try and fuck you?" he said into my ear. I had been vaguely assuming that was where we were heading towards, and had given the matter all of the half-seconds thought it needed. "Thought you'd never ask!" Getting me to stand up, David knelt in front and easing the boxers off me, took my cock in his mouth and sucked gently. "Come on then, let's get on the bed." he said in between sucks. Laying face down and full length on the single bed, I opened my legs slightly as David held my cheeks apart and put his cock against my hole, pushing it forward carefully. For the first few attempts, I could feel the muscle tighten up, but if I concentrated, I found that I could make it relax a bit. "Wait a minute," I whispered, "Give me a second," and I concentrated with all my mind on making it loosen up. "OK, now try." It worked. With a blinding flash of pain which disappeared almost before I knew it was there, he was in. David took a sharp intake of breath, and moaned "That's fucking wonderful!" Admiring his totally appropriate, but probably undeliberate choice of words, I agreed with him. Slowly, and with infinite care he pushed deeper and deeper inside me until I could feel his balls resting against my bum. "All right?" he questioned "Yeah. Bloody marvellous!" I sighed. David began to work himself in and out of me, each stroke making me feel better and better. Getting into rhythm with him, I pushed back with each thrust he made, and eased forward as he pulled back. I even found by experimenting that I could actually tighten up the muscle in my bum and grip his cock as he moved in and out. know he was having just as much pleasure and enjoyment as I was because I could hear him moaning with ecstasy as he plunged away. I don't know whether it was the excitement of David screwing me, or the friction my cock was getting against the bed, but it wasn't long before I could feel that I was about to come. "I'm cooooooming!" I managed to gasp just before I shot my load, hard and long into the bed cover. "So'm I Martin, Ohhhhhh fuck!" he just managed to say through gritted teeth, at the same time forcing his full length right down inside me. We lay there, sweating and exhausted for ages, neither wanting to move. Eventually, David pulled out of me and lay in front of me. "That was brilliant. I really enjoyed it. Did you?" he asked tenderly. "Yeah. It hurt a bit to begin with, but after that it was marvellous. You can do that anytime you like," I added. Kissing warmly, we lay comfortably silent, arm in arm and gently fondling each other. "Martin," David asked questioningly, "I thought you said that you couldn't come every time you tried." "Yeah, So?" I replied, curiously. "Well, I've just been thinking. We've done it a good few times in the past couple of days, and you haven't missed once." I realised instantly that he was right - I had come every single time, even when I went to the toilet during morning break and had a wank thinking of him. "Must be the effect you're having on me. Don't ever leave me or I'll never be able to come again," I joked. "As if!" he said, "We're together now for ever. 'Specially now you've got my spunk inside you - it makes us sort of blood brothers, doesn't it?" Once again able to put a different slant on things, David gave me food for thought. "Yeah, 'spose it does, but we've only done half the job so far haven't we?" "Bollocks!" he laughed, "If you think you're sticking that thing of yours up me, then you've got another think coming, arsehole!" "Just you wait. Tomorrow night, it's my turn," I sighed dreamily. Chatting idly along these lines, we soon drifted off to sleep, only to be woken some hours later with the chill of the morning air. "Bloody Hell!" I almost shouted as I realised where I was. Taking a panic-stricken look first at David and then at the clock, I was relieved to see that it was only half past five. "David!" I said, shaking him, "Wake up!" Slowly his eyes opened and he looked at me sleepily, "What? What's the problem?" "It's morning. You'd better get in your own bed before anyone wakes up." Coming to fully, David sat up and checked the time. "Screw you. I was having a fantastic dream all about you," he said smiling, "'Spose you're right though." Slipping me a 'goodbye' kiss, he stumbled across to his own bed and within a few minutes was fast asleep again, leaving me with my thoughts and a lonely bed.