Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2001 21:47:13 -0400 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Fairy Godfather-Syleer The following story is a work of fiction. It contains man/teen and teen/teen male sex. Usual warnings and conditions. Comments to sidg@compuserve.com Fairy Godfather: Syleer's Story By Sid G. Copyright 2001 Hi, it's your friendly fairy godfather again. I know I know it's been a long time but I've been busy with a lot of traveling around the world. You'd be amazed how many gay boys there are who need help and with the economy being the way it is there have been layoffs and cost cutbacks even up here. But you didn't open this story to listen to me kvetch. You want to hear about another hot boy coming into his own. Once again I'm down in Australia, Brisbane to be exact, and the subject is an absolute gorgeous hunk of fourteen-year-old boyhood named Syleer. It's one of those made up family names to honor both grandfathers and roughly translates as the honorable ruler of the woods. Which considering he's into scouting as well as various sports is quite interesting. But his head is where I've got to start. No not that head, the one on top of his shoulders. I've seen tens of thousands of boys over the years but his face was one of the special ones. Where do I start, the amazing eyes, sensuous lips surrounding perfect teeth, the symmetry of his face? Where even a bloody insect bite on the chin doesn't mar his beauty. No the one place for me is his blond hair. A real blond, not something poured out of a bottle for the weekend as so many boys do nowadays. No, even if you're not a fairy godfather you can tell his is real blond. Nor does he keep it in some fashionable style but he lets it hangs beneath his shoulders and loose around his head, the natural part slightly to the left and yet it never falls into his eyes. This totally smooth fifty-seven inches of slender boyhood has me entranced. For the first time in a long time I think about breaking the rules and be the man in his dreams. But there are lots of reasons why the rule is there. The first one is that there's no chance of the boy finding anybody like a fairy godfather, and quite frankly we are a hard act to follow. Secondly, since we can't stay and watch them progress forming emotional and/or physical attachments doesn't do the godfather any good either. And I'd liked Syleer ever since the chief handed me his file. And now to see him in the flesh in this sylvan setting was a lot to deal with. It was mid-January, which is the middle of Australia's summer, when I arrived at the scout camp outside of Brisbane. As I got my bearings after the usual abrupt landing several things sought my attention. The trees and flowers, the full brook flowing just a little ways off. I listened to the birds and animals and wondered if there were any koala bears nearby. And then there was the wildlife. Boys. Boys ranging from ten to eighteen were all over the place and the vast majority dressed just in shorts or swim gear and maybe something on their feet. A group fully dressed walked by and out of camp on a hike through the woods. As with all large groups of boys there were some who were, shall we say, out of shape. Even before I saw my subject I knew I was in a sylvan paradise for those who appreciate the young male form. Without ever meeting the camp's director I know he's gay. Why? If you'd seen the staff you wouldn't ask. They ranged from 5'10" to 6'4" and everyone a hunk. I began to walk through the camp looking for Syleer. I stopped by the volleyball game and gazed at the younger scouts as they exercised off the last vestiges of their body fat. Through a narrow patch of trees I see a soccer game going on and I move that way. Half the boys are wearing official scout shorts while the others are in their bathing gear. The action's fast despite bare feet and by the time I reach the sidelines I see at least four yellow card infractions, but it's definitely a no blood no foul game. Then across the field I see Syleer for the first time. Just as he's pushed from behind and goes down. The yelp of pain is instantaneous and he rolls over on his back and clutches his right knee. I'm there in a flash and see it's just a minor scrape and cut that will heal cleanly. He turns his head as a staff member calls his name and I see his face for the first time. I lose my breath at that first glance. Syleer's look of pain and annoyance quickly turns to a smile when the man kneels down to examine the leg. "It isn't bad Coach Peterson, doesn't hurt really," Syleer said. "I'm glad it doesn't hurt but I'll be the judge of how hurt you are. After all I can't let my best midfielder ruin his knee in a friendly," Coach Peterson said. I ran through my mental notes and realized this was the phys-ed teacher at Syleer's school who coached him in a couple of sports. At just six feet and 180 pounds of muscle he dwarfed the young boy. His medium length black hair was a perfect complement for the solid coat of fur that covered most of his body. Not one of those thick coats that makes you think of real bears but just right. OK, he was even sexy to a boy lover. He poked and prodded for several minutes while Syleer gazed at him. I couldn't tell if the man realized the boy's feelings for him. Did he think the fawning was just an athlete idolizing his coach? One thing I did know was I'd found Syleer's dream lover. "Stand up," Peterson said as he stood. Syleer pushed himself up and winced when he put his full weight on the leg. "That's it, you're out of the game. To the sideline." "But coach, it's only a scratch," Syleer said. "And you're holding the leg an inch off the ground. Sammy, Ryan, help him over to the sidelines and lay him down under the trees." "Yes sir," two boys said and moved over to their schoolmate. "Cody, Justin, Chad, take their place," the coach said. Despite his protests Syleer was glad to be out of the game, his knee was throbbing. Besides being alone with his two best friends and hoping for a chance to see what they did when they went off by themselves. But this time each sat on one side of him and they talked till the game was over. When Syleer grimaced standing up I used my powers and soothed the muscle and when he put weight on the leg he smiled. That smile as he realized his leg was fine.  I knew what I felt in my heart wasn't really love, affection yes but I care for all my boys.  What I felt was lust.  Wanting to explore his body, make love to it gently and sensuously. As I watched him and his friends run off to their bunk I sighed and wondered what to do.  I thought about calling the chief and asking him to find someone else to handle this case.  But I knew the only other fairy godfather in my division free was the newest recruit.  Kyle just finished his training though and I didn't think he could resist this Aussie beauty any more than I can. As I followed Syleer and his bunkmates back to their cabin I made one of the hardest decisions of my career. His coming out dream would be that night. I wanted to drag this out for the whole week he would still be there but I knew I had to get it done and get out of there before I fell hopelessly in love to go with the hopeless lust I felt for the boy. The cabin was a plain structure with six bunk beds for the boys and a single at the front for the counselor, which I was pleased to see, was Coach Peterson. The bunk had its own bathroom and shower room. The shower room ran along the back of the bunk and had four heads, three in the open and one with a curtain. Syleer followed Sammy and Ryan into the showers, the three boys dumping their trunks on their beds as they walked. This gave me my first look at my case's equipment. It's one of the best examples of boy cock I've seen in my time. Syleer's penis was four inches long and rapidly reaching five as the uncut and perfectly shaped object hardened. I saw and sensed the disappointment in Syleer when his two friends entered the private shower and closed the curtain in his face. Sighing he took the head closest to them and turned the water on. His ear was as close to the curtain as he could make it. One of the advantages of being invisible is that I can go around shower curtains, or through if I have to. Syleer's suspicions were correct; Sammy was carefully bathing Ryan's cock…with his mouth. The youngster was on his knees working his friends hard six-inches like a pro. Ryan was leaning against the wall, warm water flowing over his body as he moaned in ecstasy. "Oh yeah, love, work it. Your mouth is fucking hot today," Ryan said as he ran his fingers through Sammy's hair. The kneeling boy began stroking his own cock in rhythm to his head bobs. Sammy was as hairless as Syleer but Ryan had the first traces of pubic hair. "Yeah, work your sexy cock lover, it makes me so hot to watch you." Sammy speeded up and it was clear Ryan was close. "Oh shit," he cried and pulled out of Sammy's mouth and shot a few week strings on the boy's face. As they landed Sammy went into a long dry orgasm of his own and both boys slid to the floor as water continued to wash the sweat and sex away. I slipped back to the other side of the curtain and saw Syleer move away from the curtain. Little devil listened to the whole thing, as his hard rod testified. His breath steadied as he finished shampooing his long blond hair. Finally done and dried he leaves the shower room while toweling his hair. He feels a hand on his bare balls and then a stinging. "That's for having your ears where they don't belong," Coach Peterson said with a smile and a bottle of aftershave in his hand. "I'm sorry sir, really I won't do it again," Syleer said on the verge of tears. "Hey, it's ok. Doesn't bother me if you're like your friends, it's just that they deserve their privacy. You understand?" Peterson said as he wiped his student's eyes. "Yes sir, it's just that my dad keeps saying that…" "I know what men like your father say, but they're wrong. At least about that." Syleer nodded and headed over to his locker to dress. I took the opportunity the look inside the coach and saw the positive feelings he had for the boy. Even an attraction toward him he knew was years from the possibility of fulfillment. Next came dinner and evening activities followed by a campfire. Syleer sat next to Sammy and Ryan on one side and Chad, Cody and Justin on the other. The rest of the bunk sat behind them. He glanced at Sammy and Ryan surreptitiously holding hands, then glanced at Chad next to him and wondered. Finally it was bedtime and they all stripped down to their boxers before getting into bed. Syleer had the bottom bunk nearest Coach Peterson's bed and Chad was above him. Sammy and Ryan shared the bunk next to them. After a quick kiss Sammy climbed into the upper bed since there was no way two could sleep comfortably in one. It didn't take long before they were all sound asleep. I kept watch until Syleer reached his second deep dream cycle… Syleer walked into the shower room with a towel over his shoulder and a bar of soap in his left hand. Turning toward the running water he saw the curtain was closed. A quick look back and he knew it had to be the two lovers, Sammy and Ryan. Remembering what his counselor had said earlier he took the middle of the three remaining heads so he couldn't hear their lovemaking. "Oh Ryan, feels so good," Syleer heard Sammy shout, "fuck my ass." Everything stopped in Syleer's head. Had he really heard that? "Such a hot ass, getting me hotter with every inch," Ryan said. "So big, so fucking big." "In," Ryan said as his sparse pubic hairs met Sammy's smooth ass. "Fits like a glove lover." Syleer stepped out of the running water and leaned against the wall. They were really, truly fucking just inches away from him. First he remembered the priest's words about the sin of homosexuality followed by Coach saying there was nothing wrong with it but his friends deserved their privacy. Next and last that this was an opportunity for him to see live what he'd only fantasized about. He stepped under the shower and quietly pulled the curtain back. Sammy was standing with his feet spread and hands against the opposite wall. Ryan was guiding his hard cock back into the waiting hole. "Do it, fill me with your boy seed, do it now." Syleer found himself stroking in time to Ryan's thrusts into Sammy's most private place. Realizing how beautiful the sight was. He turned away and looked into the eyes of Coach Peterson. Eyes that were not happy. A hard palm slapped against Syleer's butt cheeks. "Follow me," Coach snapped. Syleer reached for his towel. "Leave it." Syleer didn't know if he should cover his hard cock or rosy ass he followed his coach, counselor, mentor out the bunk and into the late afternoon sun. "Hands on your head." Syleer followed Coach Peterson around the side of the bunk and onto a path that ran behind the bunks. They turned toward the younger boys bunks and Syleer prayed that he wasn't to be punished in front of them. Halfway down they stopped in front of the linen shed and Coach opened the door and pointed for Syleer to enter. Coach followed him, pulled the light string, closed the door and locked it. "Don't even try and apologize, weasel out or give me any kind of explanation Syleer. I expect better of you, especially once you've been told something is not acceptable behavior." Syleer hung his head, trying not to cry. "Pick a switch from the pile on that shelf," Coach pointed. Syleer chose a sturdy one, handed it over, turned around and grabbed his ankles. This was the normal punishment at his school, though it rarely happened on a boy's bare behind. "How many boy, you know the rules." "Ten sir." "Ten it shall be boy. Begin the count." "First please sir," Syleer said and the switch came down fast and hard. "Second please sir." And so on until in a weeping voice came "Tenth please sir." The tenth was the hardest and drove the sobbing boy to his knees. He was crying not just from the pain in his ass but the shame of how hard his cock was. "Look at me Syleer." The boy looked up and saw the man smiling down at him. "I have to teach you these lessons now, before you go back to school." Syleer nodded. "I hope you learned the first lesson, we're going to begin the second lesson." Syleer followed the hands that had held the switch and checked his knee as they pushed down the tight shorts from around the coach's waist. The boy didn't have a clue as to what was going to happen next but was awestruck at the sight of the solid eight inches dangling in front of his mouth. "You know what you want to do, don't you?" Syleer looked back up into his coach's eyes. "Say it or do it, accept it or deny it but it's your time to make the decision that will affect the rest of your life. And you know the answer." Syleer closed his eyes and after a while finally nodded. "Take my manhood in your hand, feel it, smell it." Syleer did and without being bidden he tasted it with his tongue. The object in his hand, a man's cock, this man's cock was everything he'd wanted. He began to gently stroke it. "Yes my boy, yes." Syleer smiled at the approval and brought the cockhead to his lips and licked it with his tongue as it began to leak precum. "Taste it." The boy did and liked it. Slowly he opened his mouth and for the first time guided a cock into his mouth. He moved back and forth on the throbbing tool, each time taking a little more into mouth. Syleer gagged at one point, moved back, shifted position and resumed. Moments later he felt Peterson's thick bush on his nose and inhaled the musk. "Oh sweet Syleer, you are so good, such a natural. Keep going and I'll tell you when to stop before it's to late." Syleer took a couple of deep breaths through his nose and began giving his first blowjob. For the first minute his mind was filled with all the reasons this was wrong. As he continued bobbing up and down under the coach's guiding hands he realized those reasons didn't matter. As his coach pulled his lips off their first cock and laid him over piles of towels he accepted being gay and spread his legs. The coach pulled a condom out of his shorts' pocket and slipped it on before beginning to work on his camper's rear door. An ass he'd wanted since the first time Syleer walked into the gym. He sucked on a finger and slowly worked it into the boy's hole. Instinctively Syleer opened his sphincter and let it in. "Ooh, oh yeah," the boy said. "Does it hurt?" "No, it feels so good, more, I want, I need more." Coach pulled out and went back in with two, then three fingers. Twisting and turning as he worked them in and out of the tight boy pussy. "Give me your cock sir, fuck me please," Syleer said. The coach pulled his fingers out and moved his cockhead into position. "There's no going back." "I passed that point a while ago sir. Now I just need you to fuck you to finish making me a man." They smiled at each other and the man began to penetrate the boy. The boy's hole opened to accept the man's cock. The man went slowly, not wanting to hurt the boy but the boy's talented ass drew him in till balls slapped against ass. They opened their eyes and man and boy looked into the other. "Fuck me sir. Finish the lesson," Syleer said. And the man began to stroke his growing prick in and out of the tight sheath that was the boy's rectum. The boy began to feel his cock harden and grow untouched and took it in one hand. The man and the boy stroked in unison for a long time. Each enjoying the pleasure of the act to its fullest. The man stopped and turned the boy onto his back so they were looking each other as his cock reentered the boy. They blew each other a kiss and the man began stroking in and out of the boy's ass as the boy stroked his cock and looked up at the man. They went on for a while. Man's cock rubbed against boy's prostrate. Man and boy getting harder with every stroke. The man pulled out, stripped the condom off and began jerking himself off. Faster and faster the man's hand flew over his hard tool as the boy watched in awe and quickened his own pace to match the man's. Never had he felt so good, so right, so happy. "I'm cumming Syleer, I'm going to cum all over your beautiful hairless chest." "Oh yes, cover me with your love," Syleer shouted in return. As the first drop of man's seed touched his chest for the first time his body responded in kind for the first time. "I'm cumming," Syleer cried… "I'm cumming," Syleer cried, sat up and bumped his head into the bunk above him. "Ouch." "You ok?" He turned and saw Chad on one side of the bed. "That was some dream," Sammy said from the other. "You've got to tell us about it," Ryan said. "Oh man, I've never had a dream like it. Shit, look it's my first load," Syleer said as he felt his sticky boxers. "Welcome to the club," Ryan said. "Sammy, Ryan, I'm sorry I've been listening to you two make love in the shower. But maybe next time I can join you." "I don't know about that, but I think there's somebody else who'd like to shower with you." Syleer smiled, "who?" The question was answered before it was out of his lips as Chad put his arms around the boy and turned him around. "Me," and their lips locked in a deep kiss that ended with Chad sleeping in Syleer's bed that night. Gratefully I left them to their future together.