Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2018 11:10:51 +1100 From: Henry Jones Subject: The French Connection chapter 1 (bisexual Adult/Youth) The following is a work of fiction: Or is it? That's for you to decide. Constructive criticism is welcome. My name is Henry (and yes, before you ask, my mother named me after that Prince Henry) but, like him, everyone has always called me Harry. I grew up living a privileged life with my parents as an only child in a very nice suburb on the North Shore of Sydney Australia. I went to a prestigious private school and then on to university. Even though I was at uni, I still lived with my parents in their lovely new home. My father was the founder of a very successful software company that, for various reasons, has its headquarters in the United Arab Emirates. Just before my nineteenth birthday my parents were returning from a luncheon engagement in a regional city not far from Sydney when their car was hit head on by a B-Double (a very large articulated vehicle) travelling on the wrong side of the road and they both were killed instantly; you probably read about it at the time. The driver was later convicted of driving under the influence of drugs and sentenced to a rather long prison term but that didn't bring back my Mum and Dad. I guess I went off the rails a bit after that; drinking, drugs, parties. I had lots of friends (I thought) who indulged me, probably because I had money and didn't care how I spent it. I remember waking up on various occasions in a strange bed with a strange person. They were usually female but every now and then, sometimes, male. Apparently I was young and good looking and everyone wanted a piece of me. As for me, well back then; like the old saying says; "I don't care where my cock goes as long as it disappears". Oh yes, about me, well I am around 178cm tall (that's about 5 foot 10 inches in the old scale) and around 80kg. Not too muscly but reasonably fit as I love to run and I also play tennis and cricket. In the play area I am extremely normal with about 6.5 inches and average thickness. I could say 8 or 9 but that would be a lie so I am what I am. I am also circumcised which is a bit unusual for someone my age but I had a problem with being able to retract my foreskin at around 10 years old so it was decided to get rid of it. I rather like the way it looks now and there have been no complaints so far! So there I was at age twenty, living alone in my parent's (now my own) house. The house was Mum and Dad's dream home and they had a lot of input with the design and layout of it. The single storey house (at that time around six years old) was built on a double block with a high fence all around and at the front were electric gates so a visitor needed to press the bell on the front gate to be admitted through to the path to the front door. It was very private and secure. The whole thing was about solar heating and water management etc. etc.; very complicated to explain. The master bedroom, with its own ensuite and spa of course, looked out over the twenty metre in ground pool. It was lovely that you could wake up on a sunny morning and open the curtains to look at the pool even though you (and in some cases your friend) were stark naked. Actually the pool was so private you could skinny dip if you felt so inclined. The house was designed for a lot of outdoor living and I loved it. The only hitch in the privacy bit was a gate in the side fence on the left hand side of the house which led to the neighbour's back yard. It was put in because the neighbours there were a couple in their late sixties and they had become firm friends with my parents, so there was always some traffic between the two houses. The good thing was they wouldn't dream of coming through the side gate without ringing first. By now I was getting help with the drug thing and my drinking and partying had dropped away a lot. One Saturday morning, a teenage kid rang the bell at the gate and then knocked on my front door asking if there were any odd jobs I needed done around the place. He was after some spending money. I guess he was about fourteen or fifteen so I asked him if he wanted to clean the pool. The answer was that he would be back about 11am to do just that. He arrived as I was having a swim and so I greeted him in my togs. I vacated the pool so he could start and then lay on a recliner to read a magazine. I couldn't help but notice that he seemed more interested in me than the pool cleaning job. He seemed to be glancing in my direction every time I lifted my eyes from the magazine. He had stripped down to his speedos also and I couldn't help noticing that he was, at least, sporting a half erection. He was a very pretty boy, almost feminine and although I had never had fantasies about young men I must say he was really starting to get me going. After he was finished we both had a swim and then I invited him inside to have a glass of iced water and we talked, I guess, for about an hour or so. Eventually the subject of sex came up and I asked him if he had a girlfriend. The answer was no so then I asked if he had a boyfriend. As he blushed furiously he said no but I knew that I had discovered where his preferences lay. He asked if he could come around next Saturday for a swim and to clean the pool again as his mother would be away working for the day. I said "Of course and you must stay for lunch. Let me talk to your mother and we can arrange it". So he gave me her mobile number (she was a single mum) and I called her a couple of days later and she was happy for him to be here as his older sister would also be away for the day. He (let's say his name was Mark) sent me several text messages during the week saying how much he was looking forward to spending the day here with me which I found just a little bit unusual. I mentioned him to a good friend of mine at Uni and he laughed and said the kid was probably horny over me. He said he didn't blame him. I protested that he was underage but he said "Who cares, any port in a storm!" John was as gay as could be so we had a laugh about that and then he said that I should `get the boy in the mood'. I asked him how I would do that and he said to show him an `interesting' movie. He said he had just the thing and the next day he gave me a DVD to take home. I put it on and it featured five teen looking boys and was obviously a porno. Within five minutes the boys were naked and taking turns sucking each other, then four of them fucked the fifth young guy one after the other bareback but pulled out without apparently cumming in him. As he lay on the bench the others wanked over him and spurted across his chest and belly and he then joined them in spraying spunk all up over his belly. They were all young and good looking and had average size cocks and it was a good turn on. I hadn't decided if I would use it or not but it was an interesting thought. Saturday arrived and so did Mark at around 10am. After he cleaned the pool we probably spent nearly half an hour in it together before climbing out. I threw him a towel and we both dried ourselves. We walked under the patio and I said "take off your togs here so they can dry over a chair. No one can see us." I peeled mine off and then wrapped the towel around my waist. He made no attempt to hide his staring at me and when he stripped and turned away I was pretty sure that I caught a glimpse of his stiffening cock. With his towel around him we went inside and sat and talked at the kitchen table. Once again the chat eventually got around to sex and I asked him how experienced he was. I soon figured out that apart from very likely playing with himself he had no experience at all. "Have you ever watched porn online?" I asked. "Just a little bit" he replied. "What's your favourite; boy/girl; girl/girl or boy/boy?" He blushed and said in a soft voice "boy/boy." "Would you like to have a look at a movie? If you don't like it or feel uncomfortable I can stop it at any time." "Yes please" he whispered. We went into the media room, still wrapped in our towels and after slipping the DVD into the system I sat down with him on the three seater lounge. I glanced at him and he was bug eyed as the boys stripped and he feasted on their stiff cocks as they started to suck each other. His hand kept straying to the front of his towel as he could not refrain from touching himself through it. Just as the first boy slid his cock into the other boy I said "I am going to undo my towel, is that alright?" He nodded vigorously so I undid the towel and freed my cock that went from half stiff to fully stiff. He was torn between watching the action on the screen and looking at my cock. He unwrapped his towel quickly and there he was; lovely and stiff with the purple head exposed and swollen. About 5 inches or a bit more I guess and very sweet looking. He looked at me as if to ask "What next" so I said "Would you like a hand with that?" and he gulped and nodded. I wrapped my hand around it and started slowly stroking. He gasped and grabbed my cock in return. It would have been no more than 30 seconds before he said "Stop" but at the same moment started spurting spunk up over his belly and chest. Three or four nice spurts of creamy spunk. He went red and said "Sorry" but I told him not to apologise because that is what I hoped would happen. I grabbed some tissues that were nearby and wiped him clean. All the time he kept hold of my cock; not stroking it; just holding it while he looked at the fucking happening on the screen. He hadn't gone completely soft and within a few minutes was starting to slowly stiffen again. He looked at me and then the screen and then me and whispered "Will you do that to me?" as the camera closed on the third cock working in and out of the boy's hole. "If you're sure." I replied and he nodded. I stood up and went and got some lube and asked him to rub some over my cock and into his hole. Then I slid down into the lounge and got him to squat over me facing towards me so he could control the penetration. He guided my cockhead to his hole and eased himself down until I could feel my cock pushing against his sphincter muscle. He made a little sound, of pleasure or pain I'm not sure but lowered himself further until I was fully inside him. He started to rise up and down making little mewing noises. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head. I looked down at his cock and saw something I hadn't seen before. His cock was totally stiff and what looked like creamy spunk was dribbling from the eye. Not spurting but just a continuous dribbling that dripped down onto my belly. Every time he pushed me into him his cock sprang up and more spunk leaked out. He was making little cries as he moved himself up and down on my cock and gradually he started to get faster and harder until he was slamming himself down on me. The spunk (if that's what it was) continued to dribble out of his cock like he was having one long orgasm. The friction finally got too much for me and with a groan I emptied myself into him. He must have felt my cock pulse as his eyes opened wide and he seemed to reach some sort of climax himself and finished with an "aaaahhhhhhh". After a while he slowed to a stop and while still impaled on my cock just started saying over and over "wow, oh wow, oh wow." Eventually he lifted himself off me and I got up and got some Wet Ones and wiped us both clean. We watched the movie to the end and I couldn't believe that he was stiff again already after about ten minutes. He started stroking me again and I started to stiffen up also. He said "Can we do it again but with me on my back please like a girl?" I grabbed a towel and laid it on the floor and once again he lubed my cock and his hole. He lay down on his back and lifted and spread his legs so I could see his small puckered hole behind his stiff cock and balls. This time I did the guiding and after a slight resistance I had slid into him up to the hilt. Now I was in control and slowly started to pump in and out of him. Once again the little mewing sound started and as I looked down his cock was bone stiff and dribbling spunk over his belly. He pumped up and down against me until it was too much and I spurted in him again. His belly was covered in creamy spunk that had leaked from his cock. Eventually we separated and cleaned up and then we showered together in the double shower in my ensuite. He took great delight in playing with my cock and balls with lots of shower gel. Needless to say it wasn't long before I was swelling in his hands. He rubbed me until I was fully erect again and then he knelt down and took my cockhead in his mouth. For a first timer he wasn't too bad and seemed to know what I would like. He sucked on the head and licked the eye with the tip of his tongue before licking up and down the shaft and then returning to sucking as deep as he could. After a few minutes of this I put my hand gently on his head and warned him I was getting close to spurting. All this did was make him suck harder and deeper and it wasn't long before I passed the point of no return and was pumping my spunk into his boy mouth. He kept going until I had stopped spurting and throbbing and he lifted up his face to show me he had swallowed it all down and was licking his lips and smiling. "That was great" I said "Thanks". "I loved doing it; your cock is wonderful" was his reply. We had lunch and soon after he said he needed to return home for a few minutes. About 15 minutes later he came back dressed in T shirt and shorts and we sat and talked for a while and I asked him if he was OK. He said he was great but wanted to show me something in the bedroom. Intrigued, I followed him in and he stripped off to amaze me with the fact that he was wearing a pair of purple lacy bikini panties. I could see quite plainly that his cock was stiff again and straining under the flimsy material. "Who owns them?" I asked. "My sister does. I pinched them out of her drawer. I love wearing them because they feel so smooth." "How old is your sister" I enquired. "She's 17 and can be bossy at times but she has great panties. Sometimes I wear one of her bras as well. If I can get a pair of clean panties, I wear them to bed and cum inside them so I can feel nice and sticky when I wake up of a morning. I have to be careful so she doesn't notice they are missing and in the wash basket." Well he didn't mind a little kink for his age however his confession wasn't finished. "She has a boyfriend and they go out about 3 times a week and I think he fucks her at least once every time. His cum must leak out of her pussy into her panties when she puts them back on because I find them in the laundry basket all dried up and suck on them until I can taste his cum in my mouth. I can smell her pussy too but I still do it. Sometimes I do that while wearing another pair of panties and I spurt cum big time." Holy shit; what was he going to be like by the time he was twenty? The mental picture was getting to me however and I could feel a stirring in my jocks as my cock started to stiffen for the fourth time that day. He touched me through my shorts and smiled. "Can we do it one more time, with the panties on?" It was a bit difficult to enter him with the panties pulled to one side but I finally managed and I could see the wet spot growing as his cock leaked its spunk. He moaned and grunted as he pumped his hips up and down. It took me a while to spurt (well the fourth time today) but eventually I unloaded into him and after cleaning ourselves up (again) he left for his house. I gave my uni friend John a rough outline of what had happened on the weekend as I returned his DVD and he said "Wow you have struck gold there pal". The trouble was that I wasn't all that keen to keep this relationship going. Apart from the fact that I much preferred pussy to a blokes bum I also didn't need a kinky teen in my life. I mentioned that and my friend suggested I ask Mark to come around after school on Thursday. (Thursday was only a morning at Uni). He said he had someone he wanted him to meet and that my problem could soon be solved. Mark jumped at the invitation and my friend arrived about 5 minutes before him with another young bloke in tow. He introduced him to me as `Justin' and said he was 18 years old. Mark arrived and seemed stunned at seeing Justin at my house. They shook hands and Mark said "I know you; you're a Prefect at school." Justin replied "I know you too, you're in Year 10." Mark appeared to be almost overwhelmed by the fact that Justin recognised him from school. They sat talking, almost cutting my friend and I out of the conversation. The electricity between them was so apparent that you could almost see the sparks. After about 10 minutes I heard Justin say "Why don't you come around to my place on Saturday? My oldies are going to the match and will be out most of the day. We can play some computer games." Mark said he would check with his Mum but was sure it would be OK. He looked at me as if to ask permission and I just nodded my head slightly and was rewarded by a big grin. The postscript to this chapter was related to me by my Uni friend the following week when he told me that Justin told him they spent nearly all their time at his house naked and playing with each other. Justin told him he had cum 5 times that day. I never heard from Mark after that day so I certainly got my wish about that little problem. Having solved that dilemma I was about to find my life turned on its head.