Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 15:35:50 -0700 (PDT) From: David Peters Subject: Crosswind Grange, Part One. This is a work of fiction with explicit sexual content between adults and youth. If this offends, or you are underage or if this is illegal where you are, do not read. Comments are welcomed, flames ignored, and part two will follow if people find it interesting. Part One. Steven's Schooling Steven was small for a twelve year old going on thirteen. Fair-haired and slim, he was actually good looking to almost being pretty, but he felt ugly and clumsy and was shy and withdrawn as a result. So he tended to avoid friendships, preferring to be alone, and people for the most part left him to his own purposes. Being an orphan hadn't helped his confidence, but he'd been well cared for up to this point. This point being the new home he'd been sent to at an isolated part of the country near the Irish Sea. Crosswind Grange was an old Victorian redbrick building that seemed, and was, a labyrinth of rooms and corridors, dormitories and halls. It stood alone on the beachfront, the huge endless sand dunes gathered up around its hulking uncaring walls like some dry embrace. Hunched against the buffeting autumn wind, Steven felt the name fitted the place well. He had slipped away at the end of the day's classes and headed over to the dunes to wander and explore a bit before the evening meals were served. He gave the old building a last glance over his shoulder as he went down into a deep sand gully. At the base, the sand was firmer and easier to walk as he followed the trail winding between the dunes. As he turned into yet another valley he stopped dead in his tracks. Ahead were two men half hidden in a small hollowed out area of sand. One was on his knees, his head buried in the lap of the other. It was the movement that made him stop; a lewd thrusting motion of the standing man's hips into the head of the kneeling man. Steven felt the rush of forbidden excitement pulse through his body. He'd heard the other boy's talk and laugh, telling tales of gays who liked to suck cock. He hadn't believed a word. But what else could this be? He had to get a closer look. He slowly climbed around and up to the top of the dune to get a closer look. Finally, he could see what was happening. It made his mouth drop open. It was true! There in front of him was a man having his cock sucked! Steven stared as the long adult cock repeatedly vanished inside the man's greedy mouth. A hard adult cock! Another first! Steven could feel his heart hammering inside his chest as he realised his own dick was suddenly painfully hard. He tried to adjust himself, undoing his zipper and pulling his dick free from his shorts. But in his haste, he slipped and the next thing he was tumbling down the dune. When he came to rest, he blinked his eyes and looked up to find himself between the legs of the two men he had been spying upon. Two long, fat cocks pocked out of unzipped pants and waved above his head. Then he noticed the faces of the men beyond the cocks and recognised one. It was Mr Snell, the caretaker. Steven tried to make a bolt for it, but Mr Snell was too quick and grabbed him by his ankles. His friend dropped down and held his shoulders. He was caught! `Spyin' on us were ya?' Mr Snell snarled. `No, no I was just ...' `No, you were spyin' don't you lie, me lad,' `Look, his zippers down...' the other man told Snell. `So it is...' `Looks like the kids been enjoyin' the show, eh?' `I reckon he has, maybe he wants more than a show huh?' Steven watched the two men exchange a glance that turned into a smile. He tried to twist away, but they held him tighter. `No you don't, me lad,' Mr Snell told him forcefully, moving up Steven's legs and sitting down on his ankles. `Let's see what we have here...' Steven could do nothing but watch as Mr Snell started to caress his thighs. `Nice and smooth, lovely.' He felt the roughness of the man's hands on his skin as they moved up and inside his shorts. The feelings set a tingle down his spine and despite everything he felt his cock immediately start to harden. He tried to stop what was happening, stop his dick growing but it just made it worse. The hand moved higher and closed over his now fully stiff dick, squeezing it, testing its hardness through his underpants. Steven dropped his head back as the new and strange feeling of another person's hand on his previously private parts washed over him. `Nice and hard, yes boy, good ...' The hand moved away and Steven looked down to watch as his shorts were undone and pulled down his legs. His dick was tenting his white briefs obscenely. Mr Snell pulled the briefs slowly down forcing the boy's cock vertical. `Nice and smooth, no hair yet I see, lovely!' Mr Snell murmured appreciatively. He lifted the elastic over the erect boy-cock and once freed, it slapped back against Stevens tummy. Mr Snell snapped the elastic back around the base and pulled Steven's cock away from his body, the flared head peeking pinkish through the foreskin. He took two fingers and slowly skinned the boy's cock. Steven moaned and whined as Mr Snell stroked his thumb over the revealed pink glans, parting the slit and tracing the smooth boyish mushroom head. `Look at that! A good four inches of stiff, rampant boy-cock!' Steven felt himself blush scarlet as the two men stared at and played with his erect nudity. Then he gasped as Mr Snell rolled the two small orbs that were his balls. `Two nice nuggets here as well, just aching to be emptied of spunk, eh?' Steven gasped again as the man at his shoulders reached forward and wrapped his fingers around his hard boy-dick, stroking it slowly up and down. `Can you spunk yet, boy?' Mr Snell demanded. Steven couldn't answer; his mind could only concentrate on the shocking feeling of two strange adult hands working his virgin boy-cock and balls. `Lets see if he can, eh, Jim?' `Aye, let's see!' Steven felt the fingers stroking his cock intensify; his cock skinned back repeatedly, his balls pulled down. A strange feeling built as his balls were pulled and rolled in the man's hand and his hips started to rise and thrust. A fire seemed to grow at the base of his cock as the burning-tingling began to flow up the shaft of his cock. `Look at that, the lads going to blow!' Steven looked down at the sight of his semi-stripped body, his pants around his knees, his stiff boy-cock being stroked hard and fast by the man at his head while his balls were pulled and rolled in the hand of the man at his feet. Both adult cocks bounced in the air above him as the men played and stroked the boy to completion. To Steven it felt like fire spewed from his cock as he thrust upwards against the men retraining him as his thin boy-juice flew out of him for the first time high onto his chest. Only two shots spurted out from the milked virginal boy-cock, his balls rolled gently until the final spasms dribbled their last virginal cream over the adult hand squeezing his abused boy-cock dry. Steven drew in a lungful of air as he mind reeled from the sensations. His body squirmed, over-sensitive now to the slightest touch. He didn't know his dick could ever feel like that, could spurt so much stuff so powerfully and with such intensity. He opened his eyes to see Mr Snell still kneeling over him but now he was stroking his own huge adult cock furiously. His heavy balls swung and bounced as his fist pistoned up and down the thick shaft. His friend Jim was doing the same, his equally large cock right above Steven's head, the balls bouncing wildly right above Stevens eyes. Steven was transfixed as he watched the fat mushroom heads of both men's cocks swell and then burst streams of spunk at the same time, each squirting their cream over each others cocks, Stevens face, body and drained boy-cock. Jim took one of Steven's hands and placed it over his still stiff, dripping cock, moving the boy's hand slowly up and down. Mr Snell shuffled forward and embraced Jim and did the same with Stevens other hand on his own cock. `Good boy, milk those cocks of their spunk, boy.' Both cocks felt huge in his hands, hot and sticky but smooth and soft, his fingers not even reaching around their girth. Slowly each softened and the men sat back and stuffed their cocks back inside their pants. Mr Snell produced a handkerchief and began cleaning Steven up. `Best get you tidied up, boy. Now be off with you and don't say a word of this to no one, you hear?' Steven nodded. There was no way he could explain what had happened even if he'd wanted to. As he zipped up his shorts, Mr Snell brushed his hand over the boy's buns and cock. `What's your name lad, I know you're new here? `Steven.' `Well Steven, we'll be seeing much more of each other, me lad, don't you worry, now get going!' That night in bed, Steven found his dick hard again as he remembered the afternoon at the dunes. He didn't think he was gay, but he was excited at what happened. In the dorm he could hear the soft moans of other boys beating their meat in the darkness and he quietly and secretly joined in with them. Crosswind Grange was going to something completely different to anything he's ever experienced before. He wondered what would happen next time he met the caretaker.