Continuing
Theo's Education
Theo's
Unscheduled Meeting
by
Pink Panther
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Theo
It's
a warm, sunny Saturday morning. It's May now, so we're into the summer term. I
turned eleven back in February. In September, I'll be starting Year Seven at Wellstead Park Boys' School, where Brandon and Jamie go.
It's
a great school with lots of music going on, so I'm really looking forward to
it. When Daddy filled in the form, he put down that I live at Mummy's house
rather than his apartment, so my application was accepted straightaway.
But
right now, I'm bored. Brandon and Jamie have gone off to a school cricket
match. Brandon's playing; Jamie is their team's scorer. Because the school
that's hosting the match is twenty miles away, they've gone in the school
minibus and won't be back until sometime this afternoon.
Mummy's
about to go shopping. I could go with her, but I don't want to; wandering
around the supermarket is so boring!
"Is
it okay if I go out on my bike?" I ask.
"Are
you sure you'll be okay on your own?"
"Of
course!"
"Then
I guess you can," she says, looking doubtful. "Stick to places you know and
stay out of trouble. I want you back here by one o'clock and not a minute
later. And don't forget your helmet!"
"Cool!
Thanks, Mum!"
As
soon as she's gone, I head up to the room that I share with Brandon, and change
from the cargo shorts I was wearing into the denim cut-offs that Daddy just
made for me. I like them because they're really tight, and way shorter than any
of the others I've got.
Wearing
my cut-offs, a tee-shirt, trainers and my cycling helmet, I head for the
country park. I arrive at about half past ten. After locking my bike to the
cycle rack, I take off my helmet and wander in through the gate.
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Greg
(aka BL Voyeur)
I
can hardly believe it. Theo is here; the younger of those two horny kids that I
spied on last September or October. Over the past few weeks, I've seen him a
few times, but he's always been with one or both of his older friends.
Well,
today he's on his own! To make things even better, he's wearing a pair of
cut-offs that show at least half his thighs and fit him like a second skin!
They're not as short as boys used to wear back in the 1970s, but far shorter
than they wear these days! He looks delicious!
I'll
have to try to get chatting to him. If he gets scared, or I can see he doesn't
like it, I'll back off and get the hell out of here, but at the very least, I'll
have to give it a try!
Staying
a safe distance behind, I follow him in. Without his friends, he looks like he
doesn't know where to go. After a couple of minutes, he's wandering aimlessly
along the path, with nobody else anywhere close. This is my chance! I quickly
catch up to him.
"Hi!"
I say brightly. "Are you okay? You look a bit lost."
"Yeah,
I'm fine, thanks!"
"It's
Theo isn't it?"
"How
did you know that?"
"I
saw you once before. You were with your blond friend Jamie, hidden away in the
woods."
"So
Jamie was right! There was somebody watching us!"
"I'm
afraid so! The cheeky boy gave me the finger! He didn't seem too bothered
though. It looked like the two of you were having a wonderful time!"
"So
how do you know about that place?"
"I
grew up around here. I found that hideaway when I was twelve or thirteen. In
the summer, I used to go there quite often. It was a great place to take all my
clothes off and have a quiet wank."
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Theo
"Ever
go there with someone else?" I ask.
"I
wish!"
I
look him up and down. He's not as tall as Brandon, and very slim, with
sandy-coloured hair and blue eyes that seem to twinkle. I know it doesn't mean
anything, but he looks and sounds really nice. I can't really tell how old he
is. Nineteen, maybe?
"So,
what's your name?"
"I'm
Greg, and before you ask, I'm twenty-three. What about you?"
"I'm
eleven, but I thought you were younger than that!"
"That's
what everyone says," he responds, giving me a big smile. "Actually, I saw you
and Jamie again the day after I spied on you in the woods. You were by the
gate, locking up your bikes. I really wanted to speak to you, but you were with
another boy; a big lad, very athletic looking.
"That
would have been Brandon."
"Who's
he?"
"My
stepbrother. His dad is married to my mum."
"Oh,
right! So how old is he?"
"Fourteen,
the same as Jamie, except that Jamie's birthday was a few weeks ago; Brandon's
was last September." I lower my voice. "Brandon and Jamie are, like
boyfriends."
"Wow!
They are so lucky! So, where was Brandon the first day I saw you?"
"Playing
football; he had an away match, and it was too far for us to cycle there."
"Do
you and Jamie usually go to watch him play?"
"We
go to all his home games. With away games, it depends on how far it is and what
the weather's doing."
"That
makes sense! Where are they today?"
"Playing
cricket. Well, Brandon's playing. Jamie's their team's scorer, because he's a
bit of a super-brain."
"Oh,
right!"
I
take a deep breath. Greg doesn't just look nice; he looks hot! At twenty-three,
he's still pretty young, like ten years younger than Daddy. Now if he'd asked
me to go into the woods with him, I'd probably have run off. But he hasn't. Now
I know I'm taking a huge risk, but because he hasn't . . .
"Would
you like to take me into the woods, . . . you know?"
"Cool!"
he responds, smiling at me.
"Do
you promise you won't hurt me?"
"Of
course!" he assures me. "We'll only do what you're comfortable with."
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Greg
I
can hardly believe it! Talk about making me an offer I couldn't refuse! We
stroll along the path towards my old hiding place.
"Love
the cut-offs!" I say, giving him a knowing grin.
"Daddy
made them for me. It's the first time I've worn them."
"So
how often do you see your dad?"
"Oh,
I live with him most of the time. He's got this posh apartment about six miles
away. I stay with Mummy every other weekend. When I'm here, Brandon and I share
a room."
Now
that raises even more questions!
"So,
do you and Brandon . . . ?
"What
do you think?"
"I
reckon he fucks you senseless!"
"Maybe!"
"Does
your dad know?"
"Oh,
yeah! He's known that I'm gay for ages! He's like totally cool with it."
"Wow!"
I pause for a moment. "He doesn't like, . . . does he?"
"Nah!"
he responds, smiling up at me. "He knows I'm gay. I think he suspects that I do
stuff with Brandon and Jamie, but I'm not sure; we've never actually talked
about it."
I'm
not totally convinced; I get the sense that he's hiding something. But I'm not
going to try putting pressure on him. He might get upset and run off, and I
don't want that!
"Brandon's
dad's useless," he goes on. "All he's interested in is making money. He treats
Brandon like he doesn't exist. Well, Brandon was, like losing it, so I told
Daddy. He's helped a lot. Brandon's doing really well now!"
"I
guess he's grateful to have someone who actually listens to him."
"Absolutely!
Brandon used to depend on his mum for everything. Once she wasn't around, it
was like he didn't have anybody."
"What
happened to her?"
"She
died of cancer when Brandon was ten."
"That
must have hit him really hard, especially if his dad didn't step up."
"That's
right!"
Even
though it may seem strange, it all makes sense. Losing his mum like that,
Brandon must have felt completely lost. Having to come to terms with his
sexuality would have made things even more difficult.
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Theo
Squeezing
our way through the narrow gaps between the bushes, we arrive at our hiding
place.
"Well,
mister!" Greg says quietly. "This is it!"
"Well,
I guess you know what I'm into," I respond, grinning up at him.
Without
another word, we start to undress each other. Greg's really gentle. I'm not
sure why, but just from talking to him, I knew he would be. Within a minute,
we're down to our underwear.
"You're
hard already!" he breathes, fondling me through my briefs.
Putting
my thumbs inside the waistband, I pull down his brightly patterned boxer
shorts. My eyes widen. He might be small and slim, but his cock isn't; it's
bigger than Daddy's! Having that up my bum is going to feel amazing!
"Wow!
Beautiful cock!" I purr, running my fingers along his shaft.
Without
waiting to be asked, I kneel in front of him. Holding his cock around the base,
I take it into my mouth. It's definitely the biggest one I've sucked. Over the
past few months, Brandon's has grown considerably, but Greg's is still quite a
bit bigger; it's even bigger than Marcel's was. I don't care! Sucking it
steadily, I work my tongue all over it. Without even thinking, I slip my hand
between his legs and begin to stroke the sensitive area behind his balls.
"Ooooh, babe!" Greg moans, gently stroking my hair. "That
feels fantastic!"
He
doesn't seem at all bothered that I'm not taking his full length, but sensing
that he might be getting close, I carefully pull away.
"I
think it's time these underpants came off!" Greg says, helping me to my feet.
After
skinning them down my legs, he pulls them right off before going down on my
prick. He sucks it hungrily. He's good at this, sucking me as well as anyone
ever has. After a few seconds, his finger lands on my bum-hole.
"Are
you going to fuck me?" I ask.
"Are
you up for that?" he responds, looking up at me.
"Sure!"
Reaching
down, I take the tube of K-Y from the pocket of my cut-offs.
"Wow!"
Greg says, grinning. "You are well-prepared! Were you expecting to meet
someone?"
"Not
really, but I'd hate to meet somebody then find out we didn't have any!"
"I
like your thinking; I've done exactly the same!"
He
turns me around and bends me over. A moment later, he's working K-Y into my
bum.
"When
we the last time you got fucked?" he asks.
"About
six o'clock this morning."
"Brandon,
I presume?"
"Yeah!
We always do it while our parents are still fast asleep."
"You
sexy boys! I'd love to have been a fly on the wall while that was going on!"
Greg's
clearly planning to fuck me from behind, the same way that he saw Jamie do it.
But I've got other ideas!
"Since
you saw me with Jamie," I explain, "Brandon's started doing me a different way,
and I really love it, so is it okay if we try that? I'll show you what to do."
"Cool!"
Moving
to one side of our little clearing, I lie down on a sort of low shelf, lifting
my legs so that my knees are close to my shoulders.
"Okay!
Stick it in!"
Kneeling
on the ground, Greg guides his cock onto my boy-hole. A moment later, his big
cock goes right up me. As he's quite a bit thicker than I'm used to, it stings
like hell, but now that I'm into it, that's part of the buzz. As always, I
relax and push out, and within a few seconds, the pain goes away.
"Wow!"
he growls. "You are so tight!"
"Okay,"
I respond. "I'm going to lie down now. You need to stretch yourself out over
the top of me. Take your time!"
As
I slowly lower my bum, Greg does exactly as I said. With the shelf I'm lying on
being a few inches higher than where he's kneeling, it works perfectly. After a
few seconds, he's looming over me just like Brandon does, his body between my
legs, my hands palms-up on either side of my head.
"Hold
my wrists!" I say, smiling up at him.
Immediately,
he grips them firmly but gently.
"Cool!"
Now fuck me! I want to feel you spunking up my bum!"
After
pulling well back, he thrusts right in again. Within a few seconds, he's
fucking me beautifully. With his cock being that much bigger than Brandon's,
the sensations are at a whole different level; I hardly know what day it is! I
know my bum will be sore afterwards, but I don't care. I totally want this!
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Greg
When
I came here this morning, never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that this
might happen. Last year, I went with a couple of twinks; teens who looked much
younger than they actually were. One, I met at a club in London; the other I
picked up on a trip abroad. Both small and remarkably smooth, they were quite
happy to go along with what I wanted, which was to fuck their cute little
arses.
Well,
right now I'm fucking an actual preteen. It's like a totally different
experience! Theo's bum is incredibly tight; I'm guessing he hasn't taken one as
big as mine before. On the other hand, it's wonderfully pliable; I can't begin
to describe how good it feels!
Lying
beneath me, Theo is moaning and whimpering.
"Oh,
yeah!" he groans. "Go on, Greg! You know what I want!"
I
know alright, and I'm determined to give it to him. Redoubling my efforts, I
pound his arse ferociously. Suddenly, he begins to shake all over, his hands
clenching and unclenching, his boy-hole gripping my cock like a vice.
Holy
shit! He's having a dry-cum while I'm fucking his arse! How amazing is that!
Within an instant, I'm hurtling over the edge to fuck knows where, holding on
as best I can while I unload up his bum just like he asked me to.
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Theo
Oh,
yeah! This is what I came here for, and then some! It's like the best fuck
ever! But there is one thing I didn't expect. When the other guys who've fucked
me are about to cum, they thrust right in and stop moving.
Greg
doesn't; he keeps thrusting, even after he's started to spurt. He's shooting
loads too! So, while he's still pumping his spunk into my arse, some of it gets
forced out around his cock, filling my bum-crack and running onto the ground.
Finally,
it's over. After a few seconds' pause, Greg gently pulls out.
"I
hope that was enough spunk for you," he says, smiling down at me.
"Yeah!
That was incredible!"
Fuck!
My bum is a total mess! Moving into a squatting position, I allow the rest of
Greg's spunk to run out. Reaching into one of the back pockets of my cut-offs,
I pull out a few sheets of toilet paper, which I use to wipe my bum.
"My
goodness" Greg exclaims, smiling. "You did come well prepared!"
It's
time to get dressed. After pulling on my briefs, I reach into my other
back-pocket. Fishing out some more toilet paper, I stuff it down the back of my
underpants so I won't make a mess while riding home.
A
few minutes later, we stroll back to the gate. After saying goodbye to Greg, I
unlock my bike and set off on my journey. My bum is sore, just as I knew it
would be. But I don't care; I wouldn't have missed that for anything!