Date: Thu, 04 Nov 2004 08:04:48 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: He's so Cute, chapter two

But He's so Cute!

By David Lundquist

To my readers: I'm not sure all of you did notice it, that I posted a
completely revised version of chapter 1 a few days after it was posted the
first time. Those of you that only read the first version might better read
chapter 1 once more, or else it might be difficult to get the thread in
chapter 2. And as usual I want feed back. It's all your kind words that make
it worthwhile to write these stories!



Chapter 2

When John woke up the sun shone thorough the window. For a few seconds he
did not know where he was. But when he saw the unruly black hair on the
pillow beside him, what happened during the night came back to him in a
flash, and the sweet feeling touched his groin. But then he became very
aware that something else was pressing in his groin. He had to piss.

Carefully he folded back the blanket, taking pain not to disturb Peter. But
Peter was lost for this world, and did not flinch when he stepped out of the
bed. Naked he hurried out of the room and over the corridor to the bathroom.
With a sigh he held his dick over the toilette and watched the yellow stream
splash down in the water. His dick was a bit red and felt sticky. When the
last drops had fallen down in the toilette, the sweet feeling returned, and
his dick started growing in his hand. Letting go of it, he went back to his
bedroom, letting his hardening dick show the way.

Peter was sleeping in the same position. He did not move when John carefully
stepped up in the bed. Carefully john folded the blanket back from Peter's
body. He was sleeping on his stomach, his head lying on the side on his
hands. He slept silently as John very carefully drew the blanked off him
till he lay there naked. The soft morning sun caressed his silky skin, from
his shoulders with the hidden muscles down his smooth back with his spine
hidden in the furrow between his back muscles, up again to his round bubble
but, raising up with the secret cleft in the middle. His skin shone dully in
the sun, made extra smooth by the invisible downy hair. He was deeply
tanned, with a kind of olive Mediterranean complexion, with a faint lighter
shade where he had wore his Speedo during the summer. His hair was almost
black, unruly after a night in the bed, His big eyes was cowered by the
lids, with the long black lashes faintly trembling over his rosy cheeks. His
mouth was partly open, pearly white teeth showing between the red lips under
his button nose

John drank in all this, sitting beside the sleeping boy. He could feel the
heat from Peter's body against his thigh. A heat that slowly crept over his
thigh to his groin, filling his dick with warm blood, straightening it out.
Peter sighed and mumbled something unintelligible. The muscles in each side
of his butt contracted, and he slowly grinded his groin down in the bed. He
mumbled again, showing his groin down in the bed again. A broad smile spread
over his face as he showed down with his groin stronger again. Did he dream
a nice dream? John wondered, his own dick getting stone hard in a second.
Carefully he pushed on Peter's shoulder. The boy responded with a sigh, and
then slowly mowed backward onto his side. His hard dick came into view. John
took hold of it. It was warm and hard in his hand. Peter showed it forward
in John's hand, and John gripped it harder. He started to masturbate Peter.
John watched Peter's face while pulling his dick harder and faster. And
suddenly Peter opened his eyes. His eyes were wet and dark. An almost
frightened look flew across his face before he tightly shut his eyes while
at the same time his dick convulsed in John hands. His hand was filled with
something warm and wet. Peter had his morning cum in his hand!

Peter sighed again, and with a last push into John's hand, he opened his
eyes again and smiled a big smile to John. "That was a nice way to wake up!"
he whispered.

John licked his hand clean while looking Peter straight in his hand. Peter
blushed, but put his hand in John's lap, gripping John's dick firmly. John
let himself slide back onto the bed while Peter sat up on his heels. Johns
shut his eyes when Peter started to pull hard on his dick. The sweet
feelings flowed out in his body stronger than ever before. Then suddenly his
dick was enclosed in something warm and wet, He opened his eyes, and saw
Peter's head bobbing over his groin, he was sucking him hard. But after a
few minutes Peter let go of his dick, and laid back on the bed with his back
against John. He pressed his bum back against John's groin. John took hold
of him while pressing himself and his hard dick back against Peter. This was
so hot! Did Peter want him to ...? He did not dare thing the thought out. He
could feel his dick getting firmly wedged in Peter's but crack. His precum
and Peter's sucking had made his dick wet and slick, and it moved freely
around back and forth in Peter's crack. His mind got kind of disconnected
from reality, the only thing he could feel was how he slid back and forth in
Peter's butt crack. Suddenly he felt the tip of his dick getting wedged into
something very tight that slowly gave way and enclosed the head of his dick.

"No! Don't!" Peter said and backed off him. "Not now!" he added, making
John's heart miss a couple of beats.

He felt Peter placing his dick between his thighs, and he started to push
his dick, feeling it gliding back and forth between Peter's thighs. It took
only a minute before waves of pleasure shoot through his body with electric
intensity, wracking his body with spasms of ecstasy.  Flashes of light
explode behind his closed eyelids, his consciousness a thousand miles away
from reality.

After getting his breath back they rose from the bed. John used his night
t-shirt to dry his cum of Peter's legs and his bed. What a mess! But what a
nice mess! Peter grinned to him when he dried the last traces of his cum off
Peter's upper thighs. His dick rose from his groin when John made sure there
was not cum left on it. Peter started moaning and pushing his now hard dick
against John's hand, but John smiled and showed him off.

"Better get dressed now!" John said, "Enough of time for that later today."
Peter blushed, but let go of John and went into his own room.

John dressed fast and went down to the kitchen. Peter followed him shortly.
Well, dressed and dressed. He had put on a white t-shirt, a couple of
numbers too big for him, and a wide pair of white shorts. His dark
complexion and his almost black hair made a nice contrast to the very white
clothes he had chosen, making him very sensual.

They sat down eating together. Peter was wolfing down plate after plate with
corn flakes. He seemingly had worked up a great appetite after the night's
exercises. He noticed John watching him eating and flashed him a sparkling
smile. John felt the heat going through his body and looked away.

But Peter had more in store for him. He put one foot up on the chair beside
his own. The wide shorts legs opened, and John could see that Peter had no
underwear on. His half erect dick was easy to see, resting on a firm ball
sack. John blushed, and Peter grinned even wider.

John found it difficult to concentrate on eating the rest of the breakfast,
as he could not take his eyes away from Peter's dick that he glimpsed every
time Peter spread his legs.

To take his mind away from the horny boy beside him, John looked through the
weekend paper to see if anything was on. A movie club downtown was showing
the Danish movie from the 70ties, the "You are not alone". He thought it
sounded familiar, and when he saw the Danish title "Du er ikke alene", he
remembered the movie. It was supposed to be showing life at a boy's boarding
school, and the love between to of the boys. He did remember that it contain
a lot of nudity. He suggested to Peter that they should go and watch the
movie, and he was all for it when he heard what it was about. It was a
matinee show, so they had to leave for the city soon.

When cleaning the table Peter tried to say something, but he was blushing
furiously and could not get it out. But after some urging from John he got
it out:

"Can you help me with something?" he stammered.

"Sure. What is it?" John answered.

"It's kind of weird, sure you want to?" Peter blushed more if possible. More
blushing now and his face would catch fire.

"Yeah, anything you want."

"Ok then, come with me." Peter went up the stairs and opened the door to his
bathroom. He rummaged through a cupboard under the sink, and came up with
something red and balloon like. John tried to figure out what it was, when
he suddenly recognized it. It was a rubber enema balloon. What on earth was
Peter up to?

Peter filled the sink with lukewarm water and filled the balloon with it.
Picking up a towel and a little tube with cream he went to his bedroom. John
followed. Peter folded back his comforter and placed the towel on the bed.
He placed the enema balloon together with the cream on his night stand. He
showed his shorts down his legs before lying down on his side on the bed.
John got a glimpse of his dick, standing hard out from his groin.

"Give it to me." Peter said.

"What?" John did not understand a thing.

"Don't be so stupid! The enema!" Peter hissed.

"Oh." Hesitantly John lifted up the enema balloon. It was warm to the touch,
and the water inside making it heavy. He really felt stupid, not really
knowing what to do.

"Coat the nozzle with cream and put it inside me!" Peter went on.

"But, but why, I mean ..." John still hesitated.

"Come on you moron!" Peter exclaimed. "Do you want to help me or not?"

"Ok, ok!" John opened the tube and coated the enema nozzle with cream.

"Now pry open my crack, and insert the nozzle in me." The instructor
continued his lesson.

John took hold of Peter's soft butt cheeks with one hand, and pried them
apart. Down in the crack he could see the wrinkled pucker. Careful he put
the tip of the nozzle against the pucker and pushed at it. To his surprise
the nozzle easily slipped inside Peter. Soon the whole nozzle was inside
him. Peter sighed before telling John to empty the balloon "And don't ask me
how!"

John squeezed the balloon, and he could feel how it slowly emptied itself
inside Peter. Peter sighed again, he seemed to enjoy it! Soon the balloon
was empty. Peter told him to fill it again and give him a second go.

When John came back from the bathroom with the filled balloon, Peter lay in
the same position with his soft but pointing out against him. His right hand
was down in his groin, slowly caressing his hard dick. When John came in he
let go of his dick and arched his back. John carefully led the nozzle inside
Peter again, and stared to squeeze the balloon. While the water seeped into
Peter, long forgotten images surfaced in John's mind. He faintly remembered
himself lying over his mother's lap in a warm and cozy room. He was naked
and his mother had put a nozzle in his bum. But what he now remembered very
clearly was that he was hard in front, and the nice feelings that flowed out
in his body from the stiff little dick he pressed against his mother's
thigh. His thoughts were interrupted by Peter asking him to take the nozzle
out of him and let him go to the bathroom. He just had to go, now!

John did as he was told. Peter carefully went to the bathroom, with his hard
dick showing the way. He shut the door after him, and stayed there a long
time. When he came back he had an oblong white thing in his hand. He gave it
to John and laid back on the bed again.

"Put it in me." He said.

John then realized that he had a small but plug in his hand. He had seen
something like it once before in a sex store, but never seen it in use.

"Come on, we don't have all day!" Peter was impatient. "Coat it with cream
and put it in me!"

John knew better now than ask why. He coated it lightly with the cream,
pried John's ass cheeks apart, and carefully pushed it in him. It met some
resistance at the broadest part in the middle, but past this it plopped into
Peter till just the broad rim was outside him.

Peter rose carefully from the bed. His dick was hard again and pointed up
against his stomach. His ball sack was drawn tight up against his groin.
Boy, was he hot!

Carefully Peter dressed. He put on a tight fitting brief, then a white
t-shirt and faded but clean blue jeans. To top it he took out a Safire blue
cotton sweater from his closet. On his feet he donned the same brilliant
white joggers as yesterday. The tight jeans showed off his bubble butt very
nicely, and John felt a stirring in his groin watching him.

Down in the hall Peter took out a bomber jacket from the closet and a
baseball cap. He was almost too good-looking to go out with for a boy, John
thought fleetingly before following out the front door. But just before they
were outside, Peter turned to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm so happy you could come John, I feel so much better now!" he whispered
in John's ear.

And he looked better too. The serious, hurt sad look from yesterday had
gone, exchanged for a happy grin.

They took the bus to the city center. The weather was late autumn. A weak
November sun shone upon the last of the summer's read leaves. It was just
below zero and the air was as clear as it only can be in the autumn just
before the first snow arrives. John loved the transparent crisp air of this
season, but dreaded the cold days and months that would follow. But that was
not on his mind now. On his mind was the fresh cute boy beside him on the
seat that he was going to the movies with. A fresh cute good-looking boy. A
sexy boy. A boy to have sex with. God, he was lucky! A boy that clearly
could feel something in his bum. From time to time grimaces flew over
Peter's face when the bus drove over a bump, his mouth forming an "O"
without a sound. Once he noticed that John watched him. A big grin opened in
his face and his eyes sparkled. "You should try it!" he said, far too loud
in John's opinion!

They made it just in time for the show. They bought their tickets and found
seats in the back. The audience was bigger than expected on a Saturday with
such nice weather. Almost all in the audience was male, most older men, but
quite a few together with young boys. It made John starting to wonder what
sort of movie this was.

They took off their jackets and sat down. The light was dimmed and the movie
filled the room. It fulfilled all John's expectations. It had it all, naked
boys 11 12 years old, and 13 – 14 years old. Boy sex scenes, not open, but
very clearly suggested, blankets moving in rhythm with eager hands at
groins, boys cuddling, boys kissing, boys making out. He stole a glance at
Peter early in the movie, when the boys in the movie told each other what
they had done in the summer vacations sex vice, everybody in bed with hands
flying up and down under the blankets. Peter stared at the movie with big
eyes and open mouth, totally spellbound.

When bathing scene with the two boys ran over the screen, with full frontal
nudity, John suddenly felt Peter's hand taking hold of his wrist. Slowly
Peter pulled his hand in under the jacket he had in his lap. He put John's
hand firmly in his lap. John could feel that Peter had opened up his
trousers, and he felt the hard dick through the thin cotton of his briefs.

"Caress me!" Peter hissed to him.

John did not hesitate. He squeezed the dick a couple of times before he slid
his hand in under the elastic on top of the briefs. Peter's dick was warm,
hard and wet by precum. He started to knead and caress the iron stiff dick
before starting to pull on the foreskin. Peter sighed. And while the boys on
the screen lived out their drama, Johns slowly and careful masturbated
Peter. Peter soon started wriggling around in his chair, moaning silently.
His dick got harder, and when John felt for his ball sack, it was very
tightly drawn up against the base of the dick. Suddenly Peter took hold of
his arm and buried his head in his shoulder. His body shook while his dick
pulsed. Johns hand was filled with warm and wet cum.

Peter held his arm very hard for a minute before sighing and relaxing back
in his chair. John let his hand stay in Peter's brief. He could feel Peter's
dick slowly loosing its hardness. He withdrew his hand from Peter's groin,
being careful not to smear cum on his jacked. He did not know what to do
first with his wet hand, but then he licked it off while Peter stared at
him.

"I'll give it back to you tonight!" Peter whispered to John before doing up
his trousers under the jacket.

When the lights were turned on after the last scene of the movie had rolled
over the screen, John had to arrange his dick before getting up from his
chair. It seemed like he was permanent hard now, and he could not help
thinking on the coming night when they slowly passed out of the movie
theatre together with the other spectators, surprisingly many of them with
red and wet eyes!


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