Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 11:24:26 +0200
From: Zack McNaught <bwriterb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tay part 2

Disclaimer: hello everyone. `Tay' is a story about young boys falling in
love with each other. You might call it a crush, or maybe it really is love,
I'm not here to dictate that to you. However, I should warn you that
although this is primarily a romance, there is a little bit of sex in it,
and so if that bothers you, I would suggest that perhaps you shouldn't
continue reading.
If you would like to e-mail me, please feel free to do so. My address is
bwriterb@hotmail.com.
Thanks for reading,
Zack



Tay part 2
I was woken up in the morning by a combination of excessive heat and an
urgent need to piss. The heat was dealt with quite easily, by unwrapping a
still-sleeping Tay from my right hand side and climbing out of beneath the
covers. Until that night I had never slept with another person in the bed,
and had no idea quite how hot it was going to get. The need to relieve the
pressure in my bladder was a little more complex. I was still naked from my
night in bed with Tay, and had a morning erection, not helped by seeing
Tay's own one when I moved him off me. I found my pants, still wrapped up in
my jeans where I'd torn them off the night before, and slipped into them to
make the short trip to the toilet.
There wasn't anyone else up in the house, it was still far too early for
that, and so I wasn't spotted with the rather obvious tent in my pants,
which was a great relief. I finally managed to get my dick pointed downwards
enough to let me piss, and let the tension drain out of me. When I made it
back to Tay's room, he was still there lying on his back, the covers thrown
off to the far side of him, and a decent little boner sticking up from his
midriff. I smiled at the sight. It looked a little larger than my own, but I
realised fairly quickly that it was about the same size, and the
circumcision made it look bigger. Like most American boys, Tay was cut,
unlike me. I had a huge overhang of foreskin, more than enough for the both
of us, to be fair. It still hung over the end of my dick by about half an
inch when it was rock hard. Slipping my pants off, I got onto the bed next
to Tay, and, feeling a little nervous for some reason, reached over to take
his dick in my hand.
It was so smooth, and so hard, that I never wanted to let go. I leaned in
for a closer look, and checked out his balls at the same time. They were
about the same size as mine I supposed, slightly grown from when he was a
kid, but not so large as to appear adult. I knew from last night's
experience that they weren't ready to make any cum yet. Slowly, carefully, I
started to move the skin on Tay's dick up and down, wanking him lovingly. He
still appeared to be asleep, but started moaning and lifted his hips up off
the bed as I worked, pushing himself into my hand more and more insistently.
After a few minutes, I realised that either he was awake, or he was very
good at sleep-humping - a bit like sleep-walking, but a lot more fun.
His orgasm brought a gasp, and caused his eyes to flutter open at last. He
was a little unfocussed for a couple of seconds, but then got his sight back
and looked deep into my eyes, smiling and arching his back, stretching his
limbs as he did so.
`Morning,' I said, quietly as I could manage.
`Hey,' he said, through a strong yawn.
I smiled back at him and lay down. My dick was still raging, but I knew Tay
would handle that in a bit.

Some of the changes were subtle, others less so. We were boyfriends now,
though the number of people that knew could be counted on, well, two
fingers. No-one else had a clue, though if they'd had the slightest concept
of what was going on between Tay and I, the proof would have been there to
be seen in broad daylight. We sat just a little too close for `just good
friends', spent a little too much time together for `best mates', and slept
in one too few beds to be considered anything other than `lovers'.
Obviously, staying over at each other's houses every night was out of the
question, but now we met up and walked to school together every day,
sneaking off into the bushes of a park that was on the way from our meeting
place for a quick grope before school. It meant leaving a bit earlier for
school than I would otherwise, but my mum was always worried about me being
late, so she ignored it. It's amazing what you can get away with when people
would prefer to think the best of you. We would sleep in the same bed at my
house, and rather than raising any eyebrows, my parents were far happier to
be pleased that I had a good friend than actually think about the nature of
that friendship.
Tay's parents were entirely a different kettle of fish. Of course they were
keen to meet my parents, but whereas at their house they were always making
the subtlest of suggestions that they understood our relationship, when
meeting my mum and dad they said nothing at all. I think looking back on it,
they knew Tay well enough to realise his preferences, but weren't sure how
well my parents understood me. Luckily, they all got on really well, our
dads finding common interest in motorsport, and our mums finding common
interest in the behaviour of two certain twelve-year-old boys.
How none of our school friends noticed the burgeoning relationship I will
never know. We did make an effort to cover our tracks, not spending too much
time together, and certainly doing none of the hand-holding we were prone to
when alone. But we'd gone from casual acquaintances who had worked together
on a project to being best friends in the space of a few days. I suppose
back then it was easier and quicker to form strong bonds with classmates, so
it wouldn't have looked too far out of place. Either way, no-one was any the
wiser, even when we sneaked off together to the boys toilets at lunchtime,
to practice the newly discovered art of kissing, and to work on our mutual
wanking techniques. We used to have to stifle furious giggling when we were
nearly caught several times.
Going home in the afternoon was always fun, too. I would always head around
to Tay's house,  something that both his mother and mine encouraged, since I
would have otherwise been left alone. Little did they know what was
happening behind Tay's closed and locked bedroom door. It would always start
with lying down on the bed together and hugging for a while, chatting about
stuff that had happened at school. Then, with a grin, Tay would usually roll
on top of me, and our already hard dicks would come into contact, still
separated by school uniform trousers and our pants. Tay would start grinding
against me, and before long I would be pushing back, enjoying the sensations
of my still-sheathed dick rubbing against the soft cotton of my pants. I
always liked to wank him off first, before he wanked me, and that seemed to
suit Tay. After a few minutes' worth of grinding, he would roll over, and
with an even wider grin, one of pure mischief, he would lay himself open to
me. I had a bit of a thing about school uniform (still do, in fact) and used
to just pull his hard shaft out of the fly of his trousers and go at it
there and then, leaving him still in his shirt and trousers, arching his
back as the sensations overwhelmed him. The he would do me, preferring me to
strip off all the way until I was lying there naked. More than once he got a
bit kinky and used our two school ties to secure my hands to the bed, and
then got to work on me, going slowly until I begged him for release. When he
knew I really needed to get off, he would then work really hard and fast on
me, my foreskin flying up and down on my shaft. He would lean in, carefully
watching what he was doing, delighting in the spitting conclusion of our
passion, before jumping up to get a tissue to wipe me up. I didn't spurt
much, and it was still thin and watery, but it was enough to need a tissue
to wipe up, and I was very proud of it.

Of course, not all of our relationship was about sex. A lot of it was,
admittedly, but that was the hormones talking. And besides, you've got to
have fun when you're that age. But Tay also broadened my horizons, and I
his. He was determined to make sure that by the end of the year I could
skate, and so we spent hours outside the front of his house on the smooth
pavement, getting me used to the idea. I was totally non-sporting, and was
therefore pleasantly surprised when within a few hours I could actually
balance properly, and move the thing around a bit. Pride, of course, led to
an immediate fall, which brought Tay rushing over, concern mirrored in his
features. I was ok, but he insisted that we go to his room for a through
medical check-up. Of course, it quickly turned into an excuse for a bit of
messing around, but I wasn't about to complain.
When we actually got to spend a bit of time on our boards, I discovered that
far from hating the sport, I actually really liked it. The biggest problem
was the lack of equipment – Tay only had one deck, and I didn't have one at
all, so we were forced to share it, which meant that we couldn't skate at
the same time. Tay insisted that it was ok, that he liked watching me. I
didn't doubt that for a second – he couldn't take his eyes off various parts
of my body most of the time, so I understood that he wanted to watch me –
but I felt really bad about not having a deck of my own, restricting Tay's
time on his at the same time. I'd always been raised to be fairly
self-sufficient, and so when Tay offered to use some of his savings to buy
me a deck, I refused. I made sure he understood how much I appreciated the
gesture – that was a fun afternoon – but I wouldn't let him spend the money.
Instead, I increased my paper round from once a week to three times a week,
and on a bigger round. One of the other boys had just left, and I took over
his work, earning about four times as much as I had before. Usually, my wage
was squandered, but now I had something to aim for, and someone to motivate
me, the money soon started adding up. It was going to take three months for
me to get enough money together, and in the meantime Tay and I would lie on
his bed flicking through magazines together, our socked feet tangling in the
air behind us as we lay on our stomachs, hard-ons pressed into the mattress.
We always seemed to be hard lying on that bed, even when we were doing
nothing more than choosing which design of deck I was going to get, what
wheels, and how loose or tight I wanted my kingpin. Of course, being boys,
jokes were always made about the tightness of our kingpins, which led to
messing around, groping, and usually ended up with spillage on my pale
tummy.

When I finally had enough money to order the parts I wanted, we were hit
with yet another problem: how to get hold of it all. Tay had brought his
deck with him from America, but here in Britain there really weren't many
skate shops around, and none close enough for us to reach. The only places
available to us, since this was before the time of widespread internet
availability, were mail order companies in the backs of Tay's magazines. And
therein lay the biggest problem – you had to ring them up and pay by credit
card or send a cheque, neither of which we were able to do.
We were deliberating over this thorny problem, even considering getting the
National Express coach to London to visit a big store there, when Tay's dad
overheard us.
`Do you want me to ring for you? Give me your money, and I'll put it on my
credit card,' he said. Immediately, we both jumped at the offer, and before
long, with a list of what to order, Tay's dad was trooping off to his office
to make the phone call.
`Your dad's really cool, you know that?' I said when he was gone. Tay just
blushed a bit, and shrugged.
`No he's not, he's my dad. Dad's aren't cool.'

It took nearly a week for everything to turn up, and when we walked through
Tay's front door and nearly tripped over the boxes the courier had left with
his mum, our excitement finally peaked. We were in such a hurry to put
everything together that we even forgot to go to Tay's room and mess around,
which was the first time in a long time we hadn't gone straight there.
The boxes were emptied out over the living room floor, packaging flying
everywhere. It was only when everything was laid out and ready to be put
together that we realised something was horribly wrong, the excitement
draining out of us immediately. The deck was the right one, though I was
sure I hadn't paid for the really good quality grip tape that was plastered
across the top. Everything else was totally wrong. The wheels were far
better than the ones I'd ordered, as were the trucks. We sat there dejected,
not knowing quite what to do, until Tay's mum came in and asked why we'd
suddenly gone so quiet.
`Wait until your dad gets home and ask him what happened,' she said when we
explained. We couldn't understand why she was struggling to keep a smile off
her face.
Tay's dad took forever to get home, and finally made it through the door at
about six. He looked pretty tired, but lit up when he saw Tay and I. He
always seemed to be really pleased to see us both.
`Hey kids, how're my boys doing?'
He always referred to us as `his boys', something which made me feel a
little warmer inside every time I heard it. But it wasn't enough to lift our
poor spirits.
`The shop sent the wrong stuff,' said Tay, in a voice full of despair,
holding up the offending trucks, one in each hand. We'd waited so long that
the prospect of waiting any longer was killing us by that point.
`Did they send a copy of the order?' Tay's dad asked. He, too, looked like
he was trying not to smile, which I found vaguely infuriating. Tay found to
offending document and handed it to his father, who checked the list off
against the various boxes strewn around the living room.
`No, no, this is exactly what I ordered,' he said, again just about smiling.
`But it's not what Andrew asked for, dad!' said Tay, desperation mingling
with exasperation at his dad's laid back attitude. `He can't afford this
stuff.'
`Oh well,' his dad replied, `it's my mistake, I'll cover the difference.'
By this time he was openly grinning, and left the room in a hurry,
ostensibly to go and greet his wife. It was only after he'd been gone a
minute that it dawned on us exactly what had happened, that Tay's dad had
deliberately bought me nicer parts than I otherwise would have had.
`Wow, maybe my dad is cool after all!' Tay said, before grabbing me and
hugging me tightly. I returned the hug, smiling broadly now, all the despair
lifting from me.
Of course, the board was amazing once we had it put together. Tay even said
that he thought it was better than his, but he wasn't jealous, instead
insisting that I needed all the help I could get. That, of course, led to a
brief playfight, which came to a sudden halt when Tay kissed me, I got hard
very quickly, and we had to retreat to his room before we tore each others'
clothes off out in the street.

Our outdoors activities weren't restricted to just skating, though. Tay had
grown up in the suburbs of Detroit, where there were little more than
manicured parks to alleviate the regularity of the streets-upon-streets of
houses. Where we lived, though, there was proper woodland, stretching away
for miles at the back of Tay's road. He was right on the edge of the Ashdown
forest, and we took great advantage of the fact, setting off for hikes
through the woodlands which would occupy whole summer days, and often
stretch into the evenings. We worked our way off the beaten path all the
time, and would often end up totally alone for the day, not seeing another
soul. Of course, being horny nearly-teenaged boys, we were quick to take
advantage of the solitude. On only our third hike into the deeper woodland,
we were walking around with our hard-ons leading the way, poking out of the
flies of our jeans, kept hard by the excitement of doing something
thoroughly naughty. When we stopped for lunch, it was always in a secluded
place, so we could pull our pants to our knees, sitting our bare arses on
the soft moss covering on the floor, and wank each other off. We had great
fun seeing how far I could shoot, and where. We even walked along one day
with Tay's hand reaching down between us and gripping my tool, doing it
slowly until I couldn't continue walking, and then delighting in the way my
semen splattered all over the roots of the tree I was leaning on.
The woodlands were also a place of learning for us in one very important
respect, because it was where we found our first porno magazine. We'd both
heard about them, of course, but never been lucky enough to actually see
any. But walking along one day, we spotted something draped over a branch,
flapping in the breeze. I don't know what compelled us to go to it, after
all we'd ignored plenty of similar sights before, but we made our way over
to it. When we got there and unwound the magazine, we discovered what it
depicted, and immediately our faces were alight. It wasn't even a softcore
magazine, either, like most that were on sale in the country at the time. It
showed everything. Carefully, we packed the slightly soggy document into the
backpack Tay was a carrying, and went to find ourselves a private place to
look it over.
At the time, we were both a little undecided about women. We were both
incredibly turned on by the mag, but I knew that I myself was more
interested in the sheer naughtiness of what they were doing, and the acts
being performed, than the actual pictures of wide open holes. It was a
revelation, though. We learned more in the ten minutes it took to look
through what turned out to be about half the magazine than we'd learned in
months of messing around together. And two words stuck out more than any
others from the content of the magazine – the words `oral' and `anal'.
We'd heard about blowjobs, of course, but never really understood the
significance. Now we realised that they had nothing to do with blowing, and
a whole lot to do with sucking. Fucking someone up the bum was something we
weren't really ready to deal with as a concept, bringing a `yuck' from each
of us when we read the text accompanying the pictures of a man's huge dick
disappearing into some pornstar's backside. But the sucking didn't seem too
bad an idea, at least to me. I couldn't tell what Tay was thinking, couldn't
be sure what he would say if I suggested that we try it, but fortunately my
agony of indecision was ended when he said, quite out of the blue whilst
fondling my hard dick,
`I'll try it on you, if you want.'
`Try what?' I asked, missing his point.
`The sucking thing, of course.'
I don't think I could have agreed quicker, and the condition that I return
the favour when he was done was hardly a deterrent to me.
The feeling of his mouth descending over my dick, and the warmth of it when
his lips closed around the base and his tongue came up to brush against the
underside still burns strongly in my memory. That first feel, that first
realisation of quite how wonderful it was, made me an addict immediately. I
knew I would never get enough of that feeling. Fortunately, the magazine had
been rather full in its descriptions, and so Tay knew what to do, drawing in
his cheeks and moving up and down on my dick. The excitement over what was
happening and the sensations it was causing in me had me panting almost
straight away, and ready to shoot, and I warned Tay of the fact. As I
expected, he pulled off and wanked me hard for a few seconds, gasping as my
cum shot further than ever before, right up to my chest, and in greater
volume.
`Glad I didn't get that in my mouth!' he joked, but it sounded a little bit
forced, almost like he didn't really believe himself.
It took a minute before my head stopped swimming from the pleasure, by which
time Tay was already on his back, jeans and pants around his knees and
t-shirt pulled right up under his armpits. He was grinning, and shaking with
excitement as I got closer to him, lying down by his side with his dick
right in front of my face. I wasn't so sure of myself now, but reasoned that
Tay had done me, and I really ought to return the favour. I was converted
the instant my mouth closed over his warm, pulsing erection. I loved the
feel of it, the smell of his hairless crotch, the taste of the skin. I even
loved the feeling of his bulbous, uncovered dick head pressing into the roof
of my mouth, and when I applied suction, I could feel it swelling, along
with the rest of his shaft. Tay, too, was extremely excited before we even
started, and so I knew he would be there quickly. In fact, it took only a
minute or so before he was pushing his hips up to meet my face and drawing a
sharp breath through clenched teeth. I felt his dick pulse a couple of
times, but since I knew he was still dry, left it there.
At least, I assumed he was still dry. I'd wanked him off that morning, while
we lay in bed, and there had been no emission. And yet when he came, I felt
a tiny little hot spurt hit the back of my mouth. I kept it there for a
second, playing with it with my tongue, actually finding that I liked the
salty taste, before swallowing it.
`You spurted in my mouth!' I exclaimed when it was free of his spend.
`I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' he immediately started apologising, mistaking my
delight for anger.
`Oh, shut up,' I said, `I'm happy. I don't care. You spurted. That's so
cool!'
Tay was relieved to find I wasn't angry, so much so that he immediately
grabbed me in a bear hug, whispering when I was fully wrapped up in his arms
that it had never felt so good before, over and over again. Sucking quickly
became our favourite activity, and our hikes were never the same again. My
heart still races every time I walk through that wood.

Late summer showers curtailed our activities in the woods, as autumn crept
ever closer. We could still hang around skating in town, though, and I got
to know Tay's skater mates quite well. It occurred to me that far from being
the rebels and troublemakers that the skater kids were often made out to be,
they were actually some of the nicer kids in town. All of them, like Tay,
were actually quite well off, despite the deliberate air of scruffiness they
put across to the rest of the world, and in reality they were all a little
nervous of authority, for all their bravado. One of them even got picked up
from town by his dad one day, and yet didn't draw a single comment from the
rest of them, which certainly wouldn't have been the case among the other
groups at school. I came to really enjoy spending time with them, which Tay
appreciated.
Sometimes it would be just the two of us, hanging out at the concrete skate
park together. Those were the times, assuming that it was dry enough, that
we would lie on our backs, shirts off if it was a hot day, and watch the
clouds going by. We'd always be just close enough to touch arms and legs,
and occasionally, if we were bold enough, hold hands. I loved the feel of
Tay's hot little fingers entwined in mine, and the way he would squeeze my
hand now and again, as if to reassure me he was still there. I even kissed
him once, late in the afternoon as the sky was beginning to darken and I
thought we wouldn't be seen in the gloom. It was long and passionate, and
let to an immediate tent in my shorts, and in his.
We virtually ran home to Tay's place, decks held in our hands rather than
being used – it was just a little quicker to sprint. In five minutes,
panting, sweating, we were at his door, ready to burst through. Only, there
was a slight hitch – no-one was in. Tay soon solved the problem of the
locked door, and quickly went to the kitchen. If there was any explanation
for the empty house, it would be there. There was a note, as it turned out,
hastily written by Tay's mum. Apparently his younger sister had fallen down
the stairs and broken her arm, and they had taken her to the hospital only
twenty minutes prior to our arrival. Tay quickly went to the phone and hit
the button to speed-dial his dad's mobile phone, and managed instead to get
hold of his mum. They spoke for a few minutes, and Tay came away from the
conversation looking a little glum.
`You ok?' I asked him.
`Yeah, I'm cool, just a bit worried about Lotty.'
Charlotte, always called Lotty, was a couple of years younger than Tay, and
he was fiercely protective of her. His unconditional love for his little
sister was one of those little things that made Tay a god in my eyes. Whilst
all the other kids at school would go on about how much they hated their
siblings, and how much they fought with them, Tay was always reserved, never
having a bad word to say about Lotty.
`Do you want to go over to the hospital and see her?' I asked. Tay shook his
head.
`There's no point, really, mum says it's just a lot of waiting around.
They're going to be there until really late.'
`Do you want me to stay with you tonight, then?'
The look of grateful love in Tay's eyes when I asked was enough to melt the
coldest heart. He didn't say anything, just nodded with a little smile. I
quickly made a phonecall to my mum, only getting the answerphone, not
expecting anything more. I left a message, knowing that she wouldn't mind me
staying over on a school night, if it was for the right reasons, and went to
find Tay, who had wandered off. He was sitting in the living room, in the
dark, staring into space. Lotty's accident had clearly upset him, and so I
decided a little distraction was in order.
`Come with me,' I said, hauling him up from the sofa with one hand, and
leading him to his bedroom. He didn't resist one bit, just followed me like
a puppy.
I threw the messed up sheets off the bed and lay Tay down where they had
been, still fully clothed. He wasn't really responding all that much, I
think because he decided that he wanted to be looked after. First of all, I
pulled his Vans trainers off his feet, revealing the mucky white socks
beneath. These, too, I quickly removed, leaving his feet bare. Usually I
would try to make him laugh by tickling them, but this time I simply took
them into my hands and kneaded them, massaging the tension of an afternoon's
skateboarding out of them. I chucked off my own shoes and socks when I was
finished, making sure that I kept up with the state of dress he was in.
Then, kneeling over him, I worked my way up until I could grab the hem of
his t-shirt. He allowed me to pull it up and over his head, revealing his
smooth torso with just the hint of a six-pack on his tummy. I quickly ripped
my own shirt off and threw it across the other side of the room, then
returned my attention to Tay.
I leaned in for a kiss, which Tay returned strongly, our tongues
intertwining. When I broke it off, I took inspiration from the stories in
the porn magazine we had found and lavished wet kisses on his neck and
shoulders, slowly working my way down to Tay's perfect smooth chest. He was
moaning very quietly, though the volume increased significantly when I
sucked on of his little nipples into my mouth. It wasn't something we'd
explored before – usually, we went straight to our dicks – but now it was
definitely on my list of ways to make Tay horny. He really loved it, pushing
his chest up to meet my mouth every time I lowered my head. I spent several
minutes sucking on each nipple, until they'd swollen slightly and hardened
to little pints of steel. Then, lavishing kisses all the way down his tummy
as I did so, I snapped the clasp on Tay's jeans and pulled the zip slowly
down. I could feel the heat coming off him, and the rigid flesh beneath the
zip as I lowered it. I pulled the jeans down his legs, and stood to take
them off his ankles, shedding mine at the same time. Both of us were hard as
a rock, tenting our boxers.
Laying down next to my boy, I leaned in and kissed him strongly, and at the
same time worked a hand slowly down his body into his boxers, quickly
finding his hot little erection. I toyed with it for a moment, feeling the
smooth, soft, satiny skin, and the hardness beneath. I played with him
slowly for a few minutes, still kissing him, sometimes on the lips,
sometimes all around his neck and shoulders. All the while, my fingers
traced up and down, light little touches here and there, sometimes rubbing
that sensitive spot between his taut scrotum and his hole, sometimes
lingering on the spongy head, pressing a fingertip down onto it, rolling it
against his lower tummy. Then I would go back to slow, full-handed strokes
up and down, until Tay's hips were lifting on the upstroke, following my
hand.
I stopped then, and sat up to look down on him. I'd never seen such a look
of lust in his eyes, such a look of raw passion. Kneeling again, I pulled
down his boxers, deliberately catching his dick in the waistband and
allowing it to slap against his tummy. It was so hard that it vibrated for a
couple of seconds until it came to rest. Working my way down to pull Tay's
boxers right off left my head level with his groin, and my prize. His
hairless shaft stood proudly pointing towards his head, blue veins standing
out beneath the translucent skin. The head was engorged, larger than I'd
ever seen it, and darker too. His balls were drawn up tight in their
wrinkled sack, too developed to disappear entirely, but under serious
threat. Working my way between his legs, I took my time admiring Tay's
centre, before getting down to the real business.
I lapped at his dick with my tongue, like a dog licking you, but infinitely
softer-tongued. His balls weren't left out either, receiving their fair
share of licking, and I even went further down to lap at his perineum. I
wasn't quite ready to do what we'd seen in one of the magazines and let my
tongue go even further down, but what I did was clearly enough for Tay, who
moaned and begged me to stop teasing him as he pushed his hips into the air,
shaking with the effort of arching his back. I wasn't about to refuse a
request like that, and so, pushing his hips back onto the bed, I dived for
his dick. The head was in my mouth first, and I waited for a moment to
ensure I had a good, airtight seal, before turning on the suction and
plunging downwards, engulfing the whole thing in one go.
The effect on Tay was instantaneous. I'd never actually heard him cry out
before, but this was a definite yell, followed by a whimper. I knew Tay was
very close, and keeping the suction on I started bobbing up and down
rapidly, wrapping my tongue around his shaft as I worked. Tay was there
almost instantly, crying out again as his dick somehow hardened even further
and started spitting his still meagre load into my mouth. I worked his dick
for a couple of moments longer, milking out one more tiny drop of fluid,
before swallowing the few drops he had gifted me and letting his dick slide
free.
When I looked up, Tay's arms were out, begging for a hug, and so I quickly
scooted up and wrapped my arms around him. He rocked slightly as we hugged,
and kept saying `thankyou' over and over, whispering in my ear. I was still
hard as a nail, and in need of some serious relief, but Tay was exhausted,
and I was happy to let him drift off to sleep.
I awoke a little later, feeling a bit cold, and retrieved the duvet from the
floor, throwing over Tay as he slept. When I looked down, I realised how
horny I still was – my dick hadn't gone down one bit. I knew I wouldn't
sleep soundly until I did something about it, and so I pulled the cover back
off Tay and started fondling his dick, kneeling over him, as I worked my
foreskin up and down. He hardened again quickly, and I enjoyed the sight of
him as I wanked myself, quickly reaching orgasm and spraying a few drops of
almost clear semen over Tay's dick and lower tummy. Feeling a little guilty
about covering Tay while he slept, I quickly lapped it up and lay down next
to him, pulling the covers over both of us.

Tay's parents were up and about having breakfast when we emerged in the
morning. While Tay was rooting around in the fridge for juice for us both,
his dad very quietly thanked me for staying with him and making sure
everything was alright. I blushed slightly, remembering what we had got up
to, but didn't say anything, just nodded. It turned out that Lotty had been
kept in overnight, and Tay's mum was going to get her at about ten. Tay
wanted to stay home and go with her, but was quite firmly told that he was
to go to school. In lieu of actually seeing his sister, Tay rushed off
upstairs and returned a couple of minutes later with a note, which he
stuffed into an envelope and sealed, with strict instructions that only
Lotty was to read it.
On the way to school, I asked him what he had written in the note, and at
first he was coy about it. I was intrigued, though, and knew that he would
yield eventually, and tell me what was so important that his mum wasn't
allowed to see the note. He did relent, sooner than I thought he might, and
dragged me off the footpath into a cemetery we passed every day. It was
deathly quiet in there.
`I just had to tell her something, ok? It couldn't wait. I needed her to
know.'
`But what did you tell her?' I asked, getting a little exasperated now.
`Promise you won't get mad at me, ok?'
`Yeah, of course I won't.'
`Well,' he started, eyes downcast, voice wavering a little, `I told her that
I love you.'
When the eyes came up, they were wide with fear, glistening with newly
formed tears. It was that moment I realised I felt the same way, and grabbed
him, jamming my mouth onto his, a mad, passionate kiss, one hand on his
back, the other holding his head there. By the time we came up for air, we
were late for school. Some things are more important.