Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2004 10:47:43 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you Gay, part 4

We sat with our coffees without talking for a while, watching the sun
closing in on the horizon. Something was bothering Peter's father. He tried
to say something, but every time he stopped before he really started. But at
last he got it out:

"I hope Peter is not bothering you?"

"No, not at all, what do you mean?"

"You know, I'm not blind..... I can see how he is putting on a show for
you." He looked out over the sea.

"What do you mean?" I guess I did not sound very convincing.

"You know...... He is a very sexual boy..... very engrossed with sex.... I
know he masturbates all the time....and I can see he shows himself off to
you."

"I did not know......" I tried vainly.

"Don't bother." He said to me. "I know that boy." He sighed. "I guess he's
aware that you're bi by now, right?"

"Yes." I admitted that.

"How?"

"He asked me."

"Shit, did he ask you direct? I'm sorry, he does not know how to behave at
all, it's my fault."

"Oh, it's ok. He had to know sooner or later." I was wondering where this
conversation would lead. I did not like it the least.

"So he does not bother you?" John asked again.

"No, not at all. I think he's fun."

"Only fun?" He looked sharply at me.

"Only fun! He's far too young for my preferences!" I tried to sound
convincing.

"Ok." He hesitated a bit before he continued: " Whatever happens, please use
your best judgment, and please, please never, never take advantage of him. I
would not mind you teaching him a bit of the facts of life, but remember
he's our boy and he's only 14. And when you're at it, teach him what he can
risk by flaunt himself at people like he does to you."

"I promise. Please trust me!" I could not tell why, but suddenly I started
crying.

Peter's father looked horrified at me. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I never
intended to insinuate that you have done anything with him." He embraced me
and patted my back. "You know, you're like my younger brother, I would
never, never want to hurt you."

I dried my eyes and stood up, and assured him that I was ok, and thanked him
so much for his kindness to me, which I did not at all deserve.

"Come on, let's forget this, let's have a solid drink!" he took me by my arm
and led me inside. Seconds later we were fortified with a cold whiskey on
the rocks. I had just taken my first sip, when Peter and his mother came out
on the deck. He looked a bit sheepish, she had the satisfied look of one
that has managed a crisis.

"That was that, you are fixed all right now, right Peter?" she threw him a
very mother-like look.

"Yes, I'm ok now." He grinned stupid.

The rest of the evening we played TP together. Lots of fun and lots of
laughter. In one of the breaks in the game when we were alone at the deck, I
asked him what had happened after dinner.

"She gave me an enema." He looked down, blushing.

"An enema? She gave you one?"

"Yeah, she got a thing about enemas, thinks it cures everything."

"And she gives it to a 14-year-old boy?" I must have looked very funny.

"Yeah. She has always done that."

"Don't you mind? Your mom seeing you naked?"

"No, that's ok. We've never been much hung up on nakedness! You know that!"

He was right of course. I was used to a lot of nakedness in this household,
especially some years back before Peter started at puberty. Then he often
ran naked in the summerhouse, and always naked on their private beach.

"Well, how was it to get something stuck up your bum?" I asked him, thinking
about his comments earlier that day about butt fucking.

"All right!" He grinned to me.

"Really, all right?"

"Yeah, I thought about what you said this morning. I tried to relax when she
pushed in the nozzle, and you are right, it's nice really." He blushed.

"Nice nice, or just nice?" I asked him.

"Nice nice." He stuck out his tongue between his lips. "Very nice!"

"How very nice?"

"I got hard nice."

"What did your mom say then?" I wondered.

"She smiled to me and said I was going to be a real man soon!" He looked
proud.

Our conversation was broken by his parents coming back. But my dick stayed
hard....

We played till 12 or so, and we all decided to go to bed. It was supposed to
be a busy day tomorrow, we had tee time at the golf club the whole bunch of
us at 9 AM.

It was not easy to sleep. Lots of thoughts were churning around in my head.
That boy was so captivating and arousing that it was almost impossible! And
what did his father really try to tell me? Did he know that I had
masturbated his son twice that day? Should I leave tomorrow before anything
else happened? Why had I cried? My dick was confused too. It was rock hard
and excited one minute, and flaccid and bored the next.

I tossed around in my bed for something that at least felt like one hour or
two, before I fell into a shallow sleep.

I woke suddenly up by the door opening. I looked up and saw Peter coming
into my room, closing the door careful behind him. He was clad only in a
small pair of briefs. It was not really dark outside, and the thin curtains
let in enough light for me to see him clearly.

"Peter, what on earth are you doing here?" I hissed at him.

"Quiet! Don't wake up mom and dad!" he whispered back.

He slipped off his briefs and came over to the bed naked as the day he was
borne. His dick was standing straight out from his groin, hard and stiff.

"Peter! Stop this! It's not right!"

"Shut up imbecile! I want this now! Make room for me!" He lifted up my
blanked and lay down in the bed beside me.

"Peter! Don't!" My mouth said the right things, but my body knew what to do;
it made room for him beside me.

He crept close to me and hugged my side. I could feel his hard dick pressing
into my hip.

"Hug me! I'm so horny!" he whispered into my ear, nibbling at the earlobe.

Without really wanting it (or maybe because I wanted it bad), I embraced him
and hugged him hard. I drew him over me till he lay on top of me between my
legs, pressing his hard dick in my groin. I got instant hard, and he
whispered a WOW in my ears when he felt it.

He lifted his body off mine and took hold of the hem of my shorts,
whispering "I owe you two!" while pulling my shorts down. The next second I
felt his hands enclosing my dick. "Oh God, make this moment last!" I prayed
silently.

He crept up beside me, but did not let go of my dick. He slowly started to
masturbate me.

"You like this?" he whispered and gave my dick a squeeze.

"Yes! Yes!" I sighed.

His hand fell into a steady rhythm, up and down on my solid dick. At the
same time he kept on pressing his dick into my hip, dry-fucking me hard.

I was so fired up that it took only a minute or two before I drew in my
breath in a couple of hard takes, and my dick erupted in a powerful orgasm.
Long ropes of cum spurted out of me, the orgasm lasting forever.

"Wow!" Peter sounded impressed. He let go of my dick and dried the cum off
it on my thigh.

"Take the towel on the chair." I told him. "I have to get this mess of me
before it runs down to the sheets."

He rose from the bed and fetched the towel. With careful hands he dried the
cum off me, then he lay down beside me and hugged me. "I like you David!"

We did not say anything for some minutes. But I could feel how his dick was
just as hard, and he pushed it eager into me.

"Show me how you do it with a boy!" he whispered to me.

"You mean fuck?"

"Yes! I want to know what it is like!"

"No! I'm not crazy!" I hissed back.

"Please!"

"No!"

"Suck me then!" he tried a new approach.

I did not say anything, but pushed him over on his back, and slowly moved
down on the bed, till I had my face over his groin. His dick lay flat and
hard up on his stomach. Now I took the time to really study it. I guess he
was half grown, 10 - 12 cm, but thicker than I had expected. His scrotum
stood firm up like half an orange under the dick, the "seam" going down on
the middle and disappearing down between his butt cheeks. The scrotum was so
compact and wrinkled that it was easy to see that he was very aroused. I
took hold of his dick and pulled down the foreskin before I went down on him
and took him in my mouth.

"Oh God!" he hissed. "It's soooo good!"

I sucked him hard while I let my tongue play across the head of his dick. It
was soft on the outside, but very hard on the inside. I pried the piss slit
on the tip open with my tongue, all the time sucking hard.

He was breathing in fast shallow breaths.

I wet my index finger in my mouth before letting it gliding in between his
butt cheeks. He spread his legs wide and lifted up his bum, so I had easy
access to his butt hole. He grunted when I careful and slowly let my finger
slip inside him.

His body shivered when my finger found the good spot inside him. I started
massaging it while going all the way down on his dick so his pubes tickled
my nose. I let him glide almost all the way out again, before concentrating
the sucking in the head while I pushed my finger as deep inside him as I
could.

It took only a minute before he started groaning loud and throwing his body
around on the bed. He stiffened and became hard as a board in his body, and
then his dick pulsed and I could feel spurt after spurt filling my mouth. I
swallowed hard while slowly retreating my finger from his bum.

After a few more sucks he showed my head off him, and pulled me up beside
him in the bed.

"That was the very best there is!" he whispered in my ear.

"You like me sucking you?" I asked.

"Yes, you're the champion!"

"Have somebody else sucked you?" I whispered while caressing his wet dick
that had started to soften.

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Friends."

"Ole?" I remembered the name of the boy that came over to the beach before
dinner.

"Yes."

"You suck him?"

"Yes. I like to suck. Do you think he's sexy?"

"Not with those trunks!" I laughed quietly.

"Would you like to see him naked?"

"Sure."

"I can fix it, ok?"

"Ok. What is he like, naked?" I wanted to know, picking up the interest in
the fair-haired boy.

"His dick you mean?"

"Yeas, and pubes."

"His not as big as me, and he's cut. Almost no hair. But he cums a lot!"

Now I took a look at the watch at the bed stand. It was 6 in the morning
already. I did not want to have him in my bed more at this hour, in case
somebody else would rise early.

"Go to your bed before anybody finds you here."

"Ok." He rose from the bed. Picked up his briefs from the floor, and put
them on before quietly leaving my room.

I fell asleep at once he had left.


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