Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2012 21:09:38 +0000 From: Ivor Sukwell Subject: Decisions: After all decisions are made Wish fulfilment and masturbation fantasy..........don't read it if you are not supposed to. After All Decisions Have Been Made A story by Ivor Sukwell Tasty whisked the eggs for breakfast with vigour, whistling, fairly tunelessly, as he did it. Life was fuckin' good and Tasty was one happy, a few days off fifteen year old, teenager. He was naked, of course, clothing was only worn when he had to leave the house, or when there were visitors, and he was even more naked now than he had been in those days when he used to admire himself in his bedroom mirror. His pubes had gone; shaved off on a whim originally, but once they'd gone he felt so much more naked and Perv had gone wild, licking all around the freshly exposed skin like a demented Labrador so there was zero chance of them being allowed to grow again. There'd been a neat side effect as well; he'd asked Perv if it were more fun lickin' skin instead ov hair an' Perv `ad taken the `int and shaved as well. Not got rid of all his pubes, he had a thumb sized strip going up towards his belly button from the base of his cock that Tasty thought looked well cool, but all the rest had gone, gone from his belly and his legs as well. Being in bed with him was a lot more fun now. Course, it meant Perv had to spend some time shavin' evry day, an' that's where he were now, shavin' `imself in the shower. Tasty grinned, thinking of his man scraping away, just to keep him happy. "Morning, Tasty," Luke's cheerful voice called from the kitchen doorway. "Git yer fuckin' cock aht me arse," Tasty mock sighed a few moments later, "An' use yer `ands fer sumfin useful, like makin' the toast." Luke had come up behind the other boy, pressed himself against him and allowed his hands to wander over Tasty's perfectly smooth, hairless thighs though never endangering his cock. His thighs were not shaved, he was blessed with skin that would remain always smooth, much to Perv's delight. Luke chortled and moved away, doing as Tasty suggested. Like Tasty, Luke was naked, his school uniform would go on after breakfast. "Fuckin' lush cock, though," Tasty grinned, and, indeed, it was. Soft, Luke was about four, cigar thick inches tipped with a neat, but easily retracted, foreskin, hanging from a neatly trimmed, dark gold bush that was clipped back to be just a bit longer than stubble. "Like yours as well," Luke grinned back. Not as long or as thick as Luke's and with more, and tighter foreskin, Tasty's equipment looked impressive dangling from his hairless pubis. "Joe got a sore arse again?" Tasty enquired, continuing the regular, morning tease. "Naturally," Luke quipped back, "Gotta get rid of the morning boner somehow, haven't I" In fact, as Tasty well knew, the regular morning routine in the bedroom next to his and Perv's was for Luke's morning glory to be dealt with by Joe's mouth, giving the younger boy his first protein of the day. "Glad you're dad's boyfriend, Taste," Luke said to the toast, "Fucking magic here now." "Fanks, Luky," Tasty almost stopped his whisking, "Still find it `ard ter fuckin' believe." The boys looked at each other, eyes locked, sharing something that could not be shared with words. "Be after you myself if you weren't already taken," Luke grinned to lighten things up a bit, excess emotion before breakfast is a little indigestible. "Might let yer," Tasty chirped back, "If I were gay, like." Teenage laughter filled the kitchen before Tasty started the cooking of the well whisked eggs. It were `ard ter believe, though; Tasty's mind wandered back to the events that had led to this moment. *** "Yer gettin' the bus `ome?" Tasty asked Luke, offering him a fag as they left the training ground after football coaching. "Dad's coming to collect me," Luke answered, taking the offered cigarette and producing his lighter, "Should have time to finish this before he gets here." That gave Tasty a problem; `ee wanted ter see Perv agin, course `ee did, speshly after that chat wiv `is muvver at the weekend, but `ee were due ter meet `im tomorrer an' it might look a bit pushy, like, if `ee were arahnd wen `ee came ter pick up `is kid. An' `ee'd feel a right dick, sayin' sumfin' like, `Ello Mr. Evans' wen all `ee wanted ter do was frow `imself in `is arms, an' `ee couldn't pretend `ee didn't, could `ee, cos that'd be lyin' ter Perv an' `ee ain't ever done that an' `ee weren't gonna eever. "Nah, yer ok," Tasty said, "I best be goin'." "Wait till we've finished these," Luke almost pleaded, desperate that Tasty should not depart before his father arrived – that would completely ruin his plan. It had taken ages to convince his dad that he had to ask Tasty to be his proper boyfriend, carefully avoiding any mention of any possible (and blatantly obvious) emotional involvement between them, because any such suggestion would have been well gay, concentrating instead on the logistical difficulties of driving around at night, looking for somewhere they could have a decent, uninterrupted suck. "I'll do it when I meet him on Wednesday," Perv had conceded. "No you won't, you'll do it on Tuesday, when you pick me up after training," Luke had insisted, "And Joe and I will be there then to make sure you do. And when he's said `yes' you can bring him back here and do things properly." Now Tasty was trying to ruin everything by doing a runner. "You won't miss your bus, it doesn't go for another twenty minutes." "Nah, yer awlright," Tasty said again and started to move off when Luke's plans were saved by the bell, or at least by the arrival of his father's car. "There y'are," Tasty said when he saw the car, "'Ee's `ere nah; I'll be orf." "No you won't," a desperate Luke grabbed the other boy's arm, "Dad want's a word with you." "Yer wot? Wot abaht?" A sudden dread lumped like lead in the boy's stomach. Was this the moment he got dumped? Was Perv gonna ditch `im, finkin' he couldn't frow a wobbly cos `is kids was abaht? Couldn't be no uver reason could there? Tasty wanted to run, get away from this horror, hide the tears that were hot behind his eyes, kick out his hurt and anger on a shop window or something, but Perv was out of his car now and coming towards him, urged on by the younger boy, Joe. He wanted to run, but if he ran he'd never see Perv again; he'd have to give up football because he couldn't keep playing, not with Perv turning up all the time with Luke. "Something I need to say to you," Perv began when he reached Luke and Tasty, which, under the circumstances, was not his best possible choice of words. Like a man being led to execution, Tasty followed Perv till they were about twenty yards away from the other two boys. Perv awkwardly fished out his cigarettes and without thinking, handed one to Tasty who still held the glowing remains of the cigarette he had been smoking with Luke. Dumbly, Tasty took it anyway, and lit it from the stub in his hand. "We've been seeing each other for about three months now," Perv tried again, and, once more, failed to find the correct words, the ones he selected adding to Tasty's conviction that he was being ditched. "So yer tellin' me ter fuck orf," Tasty said, the lead in his belly making his voice flat as stone. He would jump rather than be pushed. "What?" Perv was horrified, lost for words; which, considering the mess he'd made of the one's he'd used so far, was probably a good thing. "'Ad enuff ov me nah, `as yer," Tasty snarled, his anger beginning to boil, "Fahnd sum uver kid ter gobble?" Perv abandoned his plans of finding a way to say what he wanted to say without it sounding gay, or sounding as if he assumed the boy was gay, because that would have been disastrous, or without it sounding soft and emotional because no teenage boy would be able to stomach that; he just blurted out. "No. I want you to be my boyfriend. Properly, not secretly in a lay-by or a car park." "Yer fuckin' wot?" Tasty was unable to assimilate what he had just heard – it was so not what he was expecting to hear. "I want you to be my proper boyfriend.........please." Perv said, barely above a whisper, braced for the inevitable, contemptuous rejection. Tasty's jaw dropped, the lead in his belly turned to jelly and nothing he could do would stop the tears flooding out. He did the only thing he could to hide the embarrassing flow of water and threw himself into Perv's arms, almost knocking the man off his feet with the force of the contact. Head buried in the man's shoulder, he sobbed and snuffled. Luke and Joe, seeing the events unfold, charged across the twenty intervening yards and hurled themselves into the maul that rapidly became a ruck. "Guess he said yes then," Joe whooped. "Told you he would," Luke observed when they started to loosen and part. "Yer knew abaht this?" a wide eyed Tasty asked the two wildly grinning brothers, "Abaht me an' `im?" "Why did you think I was so keen on keeping you here till he arrived," Luke sighed, people can be so thick sometimes! "We had to make him do it now, with us around so we knew he hadn't chickened out," Joe announced proudly. "We thought," Luke went all Victorian, "That now mother has gone, he ought to make an honest boy of you, and," the Victorian mode slipped, "He didn't have the balls to do it on his own so we arranged for family support." He saw the look of incomprehension in Tasty's eyes and clarified, "He thought you'd tell him to do one if he asked you." Tasty wiped his snivelling nose with the sleeve of his hoody, "Woulda fuckin' grabbed `im," he said. "We noticed," Joe giggled, "So what you fucking crying for?" "Cos I'm fuckin' `appy, yer daft cunt," Tasty managed to get out a grin, "Fuckin' over the fuckin' moon. I fort he were gonna dump me." He wiped away another batch of tears with a less than clean hand. "Fuckin' magic!" The realisation that he was telling two teenage boys he was nuts about their father flashed into his mind, so he returned to clinging on to Perv as tightly as he could in case the man somehow escaped. "You think a little celebratory munchies is called for, boys?" Perv managed to ask, by peering over Tasty's shoulder. "Yeh," twelve year old and ever hungry Ben enthused, "Pizza Hut, Pizza Hut!" Luke, whose efforts at being a matchmaker had met with such a resounding success, wanted something a little more upmarket. "Not, the Pizza Hut," he said with a twinkle, "That's too everyday for an engagement party; how about a Chinese?" Perv gave his elder son a warning glare, but Luke ignored him – he was having far too much fun to take any notice of pretend glares. Ben was confused by the `engagement party ` bit so Luke explained that as their father had asked Josh to become his real and proper boyfriend, and Josh had accepted, they were, to all intents and purposes, now engaged, and no doubt their father would be getting Josh a ring at the first possible opportunity. This earned Luke another glare from Perv, the effect of which was to reduce the boy to a fit of giggles. Tasty, who was nowhere near understanding why Perv's boys should have engineered this whole event, nor why they were so obviously chuffed that their father now had a boyfriend, and Luke, at least, appeared to be well pleased that he was their father's chosen one, did manage to comprehend that everyone was basically delighted, and that he was the cause of that delight. "Dunno wot yer all on abaht," he grinned, having temporarily removed his face from Perv's armpit, "But if yers all `appy `bout fings, an' all," he took the final, definitive step into a different life, "Yer can call me wot `ee calls me." He gave Perv a fierce hug, and, as he still had both arms wrapped round the man, it was fairly fierce. "I'm Tasty, not fuckin' Josh, right?" "Tasty?" Joe squeaked, "What the fuck?" "Because that's what I think he is," Perv told him, which earned him a magnificent smile from the boy who was still clinging to him. "An' I calls `im Perv," Tasty sniggered, "Cos that's wot `ee is." Luke, quite literally, was on the ground, howling with laughter, and even Joe managed to see the funny, and quite accurate, element in their names for each other. It was, they all decided, time they went, before anyone began to wonder why they were in the middle of the grass parking area with Tasty wrapped round Perv and two boys rolling around the ground in convulsive giggles. They managed to get Tasty to a decent Chinese restaurant, though the boy was concerned, that he was inappropriately dressed. "Me cloves ain't good enuff fer nowhere posh," but Perv pointed out that he was dressed in exactly the same way as Luke and Joe, which was true, though Tasty's outfit was in rather poorer condition than the others. "Don't yer go callin' me `Tasty' at football, mind," Perv's now boyfriend leaned over his seat to tell the two boys in the back, which produced more giggling and rolling around. They found a quiet corner in the restaurant where Tasty dragged out of the boys exactly how they had found about him and Perv, in the course of which the matter of Mrs. Perv's departure from the scene came up. "She just did one," Luke explained, "Left a note saying that since dad was no good at fucking she'd found someone who was and we could all piss off." Knowing exactly how wicked and evil he was being, Luke looked Tasty straight in the eyes and asked, "That's not true, is it? The bit about dad being no good at fucking?" Ben spat a mouthful of spring roll onto the table, Perv went the colour of beetroot and Tasty's eyes widened in shock. This was one well weird family he decided, but, with remarkable aplomb, replied with a completely straight face, "Dunno; we ain't got rahnd ter that yet. Tell yer wen we `ave, though." Then he too fell into a giggle fit. He had to ask the one big question that was bothering him – why were these two boys so completely accepting of him and their father `being together'? Luke it was who explained – Ben was far too busy trying not to spit out more spring roll to manage words. "We've been wanting to switch our rooms round for ages," he told Tasty, "Turn Ben's room into a sort of study and computer and games room, and both share what was my bedroom. The old witch that was our mother would never have allowed it, but as soon as she did one, we asked dad, and he asked us if we wanted a double bed instead of two single ones." It was Tasty's turn to find difficulty in keeping food in his mouth, even more so when Luke added, "We've been doing stuff for about two years, in secret, obviously. Now we don't have to be secret anymore; in the house, that is." With all these family revelations going on, Tasty decided it was a good moment to reveal his own. "Me muvver told me on Sa'urday that she were a lessie an' she'd fahnd some bird she likes." "Shit!" Luke expostulated, "What did you do?" Ben deposited more food on the table and floor. "Told `er abaht me an' im," Tasty grinned, nodding in Perv's direction. "You what?" Perv was horrified, the ramifications of such revelation being unthinkable. "S'll right," Tasty smirked, "She jus' told me ter be careful an' not get fahnd aht, cos it'd be big trouble fer `yer." Tasty later sent a text to his mother telling her that he would not be home until after she'd left for work in the morning and then he found out just how inaccurate Mrs. Perv's accusation had been. Not that he had anyone to compare Perv with, of course, and not that he had any intention of being able to make any comparison, but Perv fucked him into another universe. "Seein' as yer's me proper boyfriend nah," he told Perv the moment the duvet was covering them, "Yer ain't go no choice, `as yer. Yer gotta fuck me." "All in good time," Perv had answered and set about trying to find any traces of Chinese food that might have remained in Tasty's mouth. That essential task completed he began to orally sample the complete boy, starting on his neck, moving to shoulder and then going underneath his arm, which, as Tasty had worked quite hard at football training, was in need of a good wash. Perv did not let that deter him, strangely the scent and flavour of boy sweat acting more as an aphrodisiac than a deterrent, even more so because skin was completely innocent of hair. From shoulder to nipple, the sucking and licking of which made Tasty firstly gasp and then wriggle, writhe and whimper. "Wha' ......... the........fuck..........yer.........doin'?" he eventually managed to squeak, words coming between sucked in breaths. "Checking that your name is an accurate description of you," Perv mumbled to the boy's nipple, and continued with his oral sampling. Stomach, belly button and cock all received a good tongue investigation, before Tasty had his balls thoroughly licked and sucked, followed by his right thigh from groin to knee cap and his left thigh from knee cap to groin. He did not need to be told to turn over, doing so of his own volition so Perv could treat his back in the same fashion before getting down to the real oral business which was, of course, giving him a monumental eating out. Tasty was under no misapprehension as to where this pleasant and very stimulating attention was leading – he was going to be fucked. He did not actually want to be fucked, he had no innate, craving desire to have cock inside him, but he did want Perv to fuck him, he did want Perv's cock inside him because he wanted to be totally and completely Perv's real and proper boyfriend. This mental conflict could have made his defloration a less than pleasant experience, but Tasty's over-riding desire was to please Perv and instead of tensing and tightening up, he relaxed completely and concentrated on the enjoyment Perv's attentions were giving him. His hole twitched and pulsed when Perv lubed him after that extended munching, and his sphinctre made almost no instinctive objection when the first finger probed, pushed and made its way into him. Amazingly, it felt even better than tongue, perhaps because it went deeper into him, and, once inside, it was surprisingly pleasant. Perv had no more experience of dealing with boys' cunts than Tasty's cunt had of being dealt with, but he had fingered the female variety on numerous occasions and made the sensible decision to treat one the same way as he had the other. With his finger fully inserted he began a slow, gentle fucking movement and was quite surprised when the boy started making mewling noises and wriggling around as he pushed in deep. Perv was, incredible as it might seem, utterly ignorant of the effect of prostrate massage, but, since the boy seemed to seriously appreciate it when his finger brushed that tiny bit inside his fuck chute, he continued to do it and, therefore, continued to work the boy up towards his biggest ever sexual high. However ignorant Perv was about the requirements of boy fucking, he did work out that one finger was not going to be enough to stretch the boy's hole wide enough to take cock, so he added a second and then a third, insertions that caused the boy to whimper even more and even add a groan or two. Perv made the odd appreciative noise or two himself; he'd already discovered that eating a boy's cunt was a notch or ten up on munching on muff burger, and now he found that fingering the hot, tight, gripping, velvet sheath of boy was on a different planet in terms of digital delight from the wet, sloppy, loose entrance of a female. He made a mental note to get his fingers inside Tasty at a later time while he orally enjoyed the boy's cock; not now though because he felt it would be unkind to deprive Tasty of the joy of being fucked whilst his balls were still well-filled. Whatever his mind had thought, and did still feel to a certain extent, Tasty had been eaten and fingered to the point where his body was screaming for cock inside it. "Try an' keep yer fuckin' fingers up me," he grunted and began the quite difficult and considerably flexible and athletic feat of raising up his left leg, getting it over the top of Perv's head and down again on the other side, thus turning himself from front to back, delightfully, from both their points of view, retaining internal possession of Perv's fingers. Tasty had watched enough porn to have decided that he wanted to be on his back, legs in the air and able to watch, at least a bit, of his virginity loss. Knowing it was now time, Perv lubed his prick with his free hand, removed the fingers of the other from the boy's delightful hole and, after a couple of failed attempts, got the lining up correct and began his entry into paradise. It was, of course, nothing like the entry into the gaping chasm of a female slit, a similar difference to walking through an open doorway and squeezing through a too narrow gap in iron railings. Even though the boy's hole had been stretched there was still a notable variation between the size of the hole and the size of the cock that was attempting to get inside it and, for a moment or two, Tasty's sphinctre contemplated putting up a fight and refusing to permit entrance to the boy's bowels. It was a brief, though more than just token resistance, before the boy's arse gave up the unequal struggle and outer plus inner defences allowed themselves to stretch, accommodate and fiercely grip invading cock. Tasty forced himself to relax as cock pushed its way into him and, because he relaxed, his fuck chute welcomed the invader, dragging it inside as a welcome guest. A moment of sharp pain, a longer spell of discomfort and then he was up amongst the stars, pushing himself onto the prick that penetrated him. He did not surrender himself to being fucked, he co-operated with it to the best of his inexperienced ability, matching thrusts with pushes and rapidly learning to use his internal arse muscles to increase his pleasure and Perv's wonder at why he had never thought of doing this before. Boys, Perv realised within micro seconds of his entry, were not a substitute for women when it came to sex, boys were the real thing, women no more than shadowy imitations. He eased himself in and out, sometimes very slowly, sometimes quite forcefully. He drove in with short, hard, fast thrusts and he even came all the way out just to have the pleasure of going back in again. Man and boy moaned and grunted, whispered and shouted as adult cock reamed tight boy hole and in the next bedroom two naked boys played with each other's pricks, ears pressed to the wall, waiting for the final shout of all that would announce orgasm had been achieved, that Tasty was full of Perv spunk and the boys could begin their own wild fucking in imitation and celebration of their father and his boyfriend. Tasty, in the few, brief moments when thought was possible, could not believe what was happening to him. Yeh, he wos bein' fucked, but `ee'd expected ter just put up wiv it cos it were sumfin `ee `ad ter do fer Perv cos the bloke `ad made `im so fuckin' appy, `adn't `ee, an' if `ee wanted ter fuck a boy's arse then, it were `is that `ad ter be fucked, weren't it. Wot `ee `adn't `spected though, wos that it'd be so fuckin' magic. `Avin' `is cock dun an `is arse licked an' stuff wos pretty bloody amazin', but it weren't nuffin' on gettin' fucked! His body writhed as Perv's adult cock reamed him, filling every micrometre of his fuck chute; `ee cud feel evry little ridge ov the bloke's cock as it went in an' aht ov `im, an' `ee fuckin' loved it, din't `ee. He had no idea that he was telling Perv to keep going, to fuck him harder, `ter fuck me fuckin' brains aht', but the listening boys heard every word, every groan and every gasp, and by mutual consent the younger boy bent, braced himself against the wall and gratefully accepted his older brother's cock inside him. Tasty had gone down to breakfast that morning, naked naturally, walking more like a duck than a fourteen year old boy. Luke raised an eyebrow and grinned, Joe giggled. "Yer fuckin' muvver's a fuckin' liar," Tasty assured them, a statement the two boys received with unrestrained delight. "Good one, was it, then?" Luke asked unnecessarily. "One?" Tasty raised his eyes to the ceiling, "Did me free fuckin' times, din't `ee. Last one were just nah." "Good one, dad," the brothers chorused when their father arrived in the kitchen. "Good fuckin' free," Tasty grunted, the tone of his voice nowhere near matching the happy gleam in his eyes. *** From there on, magic had become unbelievable; no romantic novel would get anywhere near matching the development of Tasty's affair with Perv. The day following the loss of his cherry, Perv, along with his two boys, had picked Tasty up after school and taken him into town to buy the promised ring, a simple twisted red and white gold item that Tasty liked the look of, but ignored once he had seen the price tag. Perv bought it anyway, brushing away futile protests, and ceremoniously put it on the third finger of Tasty's left hand. He'd shyly, but proudly, showed it to his mother, who hugged him and told him that she shouldn't be saying things like this, but he had to do everything, and she meant everything, he must do to keep his man happy. "Yeh, mum, I know," Tasty had answered, then grinned, irrepressibly happy, and told her "Started on that last night, an' I fuckin' loved it." Mother talked things over with her new girlfriend, who had a very nice place even higher up the hill than Perv's, and then met Perv in order to regularise affairs. "Know it's all wrong, like, but ain't nuffin' we can do ter change fings, even if we wanted to, which I don't an' I'm fuckin' sure you don't eever. Lucy reckons best fing is if I moves in wiv her, an' as it woodn't be right, wood it, `avin' a kid ov fourteen wankin' `imself silly arahnd the `ouse all day cos `ee `ain't wiv yer, be best if he come an' lived `ere wiv yer. We's only gonna be just up the `ill, so's I cud still see lots ov `im, like." Two weeks later Tasty moved in with Perv and his boys, his mother going to live with her girlfriend, and with Tasty wandering around the house naked all the time, the other two boys followed rapidly his lead, unashamedly giving their father plenty to look at. *** Yer ever fort abaht gettin' a man?" Tasty asked as he put the cooked eggs on the toast Luke had made. "Not my scene," Luke grinned cheerfully, "Quite satisfied with Joe's arse, thanks all the same." "Yeh," Tasty mused, eyeing up the younger boy as he arrived for breakfast, "Wouldn't mind tryin' `im meself." "You should," Luke encouraged, knowing he was teasing his younger brother, "Not as tight as he used to be, but still worth fucking." "Piss off," Joe snapped back, before winking at Tasty; "You're welcome any time you want; probably a much better fuck than dick-head there." The teasing banter was just that, all three boys knowing that there would be no variations in their bed time arrangements: doing stuff with your brother or your man was ok, mixing things up would be gay, and there were no gay people in their house, even when Tasty's mother and her girlfriend came for their weekly visit. And that, dear Reader, is the joy of fantasy............in a world of make believe, happy endings are possible.