Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 14:05:56 -0400
From: jamieanderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: The Games Boys Play

Disclaimer

As ever, this tale contains graphic descriptions of sex between males.
Homophobes, the door is over there, please close it behind you as you
leave. Children, do not try any of this at home, without adult
supervision. To those who labour under the yoke of censorship; have you
ever considered assassinating those who oppress you?

The rest, whom we assume are adults, liberated and enjoy a nice erotic
story, may now get on with reading it.
The Games Boys Play

As our tale begins the type of game currently being played is called a
'wide game', because it is played over a wide area. This specific wide
game is called relieveoy, usually shortened to levoy, and wide area in
question is a small forest, but one quite large enough for a lot of
boys to hide in.

The boys have been split into two teams of seven players each, the
Hunters and the Hunted. 'Lives' are counted by each player's 'tail', a
sock tucked into the back of the waistband of his shorts. Should this
'tail' be removed by a member of the opposite team, then that player is
'dead'.

In the case of the Hunters, this is merely an inconvenience. They just
return to the Den, touch one of the four trees that mark its
boundaries, and resume play.

However, things are not as easy for the Hunted. If they lose a 'life'
they have to return to the Den and stay there until a 'live' member of
their team runs in, touches one of the trees and yells "Levoy!" Then
they are free to resume the game. When all the Hunted are caught, they
change ends, the Hunters becoming the Hunted and vice versa.

At the moment the sixth Hunted to be caught is just walking into the
Den. His name is Mac and he is not happy. He is the team leader and he
has just been outrun by Murdo, a boy one year his junior. Exhausted he
flops down within the four trees to recover his breath. He's 18-years-
old, has reddish brown hair, and is very well built, largely because he
is a rugby player. He is wearing a dark rugby shirt, kaki shorts and a
pair of plimsolls.

The seventh member of his team, and the only one still to be caught, is
called Alistair. He sits in a bush about ten paces from the Den.
Although he barely looks fourteen, his fifteenth birthday was last
week, he has the innocent look of choirboy about him.

At the moment he is working in 'invisible mode'. Although he is the
youngest member of the group he has some experience of the art of
concealment, two older brothers have instilled this in him. He is
wearing a nondescript green jumper, light brown shorts and a brown,
furry David Crocket hat.

The jumper and shorts blend well with the background while the hat
hides his very blond hair. As long as he sits perfectly still, he is
very difficult to see. The Den Guard has looked his way several times
but has yet to notice him.

Alistair has a crush on Mac. He is not exactly sure what it is that he
wants to do with his hero, but he senses that it is definitely
something of a physical nature. It is therefore easy to work out that
he is currently trying to impress Mac. As the youngest, Alistair was
the last to be chosen for a team and this hurt his pride. He is quite
determined that it will never happen again. So he now plans to release
his whole team and raise his status in Mac's eyes. But, not quite yet,
as Mac is still too whacked to make a run for it.

From his vantage point in the bush, Alistair can see right up the leg
of Mac's shorts. This illicit view consists merely of a wisp of pubic
hair and a bit of the bulge in Mac's jockstrap. Although Alistair has
seen Mac naked several times in the past, this furtive view is making
him sweat. Catching a glimpse of Mac changing is one thing, but
sneakily peeking up his shorts is deliciously naughty.

Dougie, drops down beside Mac and begins to use Mac's stomach as a
pillow. Dougie is a preacher's son, and as such, he is usually at the
root of any trouble. His family come from a long line of missionaries
to the colonies. Getting into trouble must also be a long term family
trait, as Dougie has a slightly Asiatic look, black hair, high
cheekbones and his eyes are slightly slanted, however his skin is only
a little darker than Mac's. Yes, someone in his recent ancestry
definitely slipped up, if you follow my drift.

Mac, at rest, looks like one of the Big Cats, lying down. At any moment
all those muscles could spring into action, sending him racing across
the ground chasing his prey. Dougie, on the other hand, resembles a
Gazelle, light, swift of foot, the wiry type.

The boy designated as the Den Guard is paying little attention to his
charges, he has eyes only for intruders. The rest of the prisoners are
blinded by Dougie's body, thus only Alistair has a good view of what
happens next.

Dougie begins to play with Mac, by running his hand up the inside of
Mac's thigh, and, after a while Mac smiles at him. This encourages
Dougie, who now slips a hand up the leg of Mac's shorts and caresses
what he finds in there. Alistair, the sole observer of this act, is
amazed. He would have expected someone as butch as Mac to thump Dougie,
not encourage him.

Gradually, as Mac's erection grows, he reaches down and pulls Dougie's
hand away from his crotch. Dougie gives him a sullen look. Mac just
grins and mouths the word, 'later'. A short distance away, Alistair's
eyes are beginning to bulge.

After a while, when it is obvious that Mac has recovered his breath,
and the Den Guard is not looking in his direction, Alistair moves
slightly. Suddenly Dougie can see him and Alistair places his finger
against his lips, then points to the Guard. Dougie nods slightly and
whispers something to Mac.

After a few moments the Guard notices that both Mac and Dougie are
desperately trying to avoid looking at a certain bush. Unsurprisingly,
this bush is on the opposite side of the Den from Alistair's one.
Suspicious, the Guard goes to investigate, as soon as he is a decent
distance from the Den, Alistair silently slips out of the bush and runs
to the Den. All too late the Guard realises that he has been duped,
Alistair touches one of the trees, yells "Levoy!" and the entire team
escapes.

Later, when the game is over and both teams are walking back to the But
and Ben, Mac puts his arm round Alistair's shoulders and gives him a
hug.

"That was a pretty cute move back there. Had you been hiding there very
long?" he asks, casually.

"Quite a while," says Alistair, and he feels Mac's arm stiffen on his
shoulders.

"We'll have to watch you in future," says Mac, releasing the boy.

Alistair notices that Mac has a quiet chat with Dougie, and during it
Dougie gives him a funny look.

The But and Ben began as a shepherd's cottage, way up in the hills. But
it is now owned by the youth club that the boys belong to. It is
totally isolated; there is no running water, no drains, no electricity
and no gas. It consists of only two rooms, each with a fireplace, and
two tiny windows in the three foot thick walls. One room is a bedroom
and the other a kitchen cum dining room. In the bedroom bunks run, two
high, round all four walls. But, not all bunks are equal, and as the
youngest, Alistair's bunk is the least equal of all.

While some bunks have proper bedsprings supporting flock mattresses,
only several layers of chicken wire nailed to a wooden frame hold up
Alistair's straw filled palliasse. It is also in the darkest and most
dismal corner of the room. In fact the only thing to be said in its
favour is; it's an upper bunk.

However it suits young Alistair down to the ground. He can lie on his
bunk, then, if he is still and quiet enough, the others forget he is
there. This happy arrangement allows him to observe the others without
them being aware of it. Yup, young Alistair has all the makings of a
first class voyeur.

By midnight all the boys are finally in bed and dropping off to sleep.
Alistair has his own bedroom at home and he finds sleeping in a room
with others a bit difficult. He is a very light sleeper and the
slightest noise wakes him.

It is quite dark when he's wakened for the first time. Although there's
a full moon, not much of its light penetrates the bedroom. Two figures,
visible only as silhouettes when they cross one of the windows, appear
to be getting dressed. One goes to the First Aid box, opens it and
removes something. Then they both leave, very quietly, closing the door
behind them. Alistair looks at his watch and presses the button that
lights the display, '1:56' appears. Obviously two guys are off for a
night walk. He sighs, no one ever asks him to go on a night walk, and
goes back to sleep.

The room is still dark when his sleep is again disturbed, it's the pair
returning. One of them returns something to the First Aid box and
closes it. Then they both undress and get into bed. Judging from the
position of the bunks they get into Alistair deduces that it's Mac and
Dougie. Again he consults his watch and this time it reads '2:49'.
Puzzled, he returns to his disturbed slumbers.

The next day is Sunday, and this means, the dreaded Church Parade.
Dougie is excused this, on the grounds that he needs the occasional
Sunday off, but he gets landed with the job of cooking lunch. Mac is
excused on the grounds that he's a Catholic and there's no Catholic
Church in the village. Alistair finds this arrangement to be just a tad
suspicious and this time he's determined to find out what it is they
get up to when they are alone.

While everyone is getting ready for church, Alistair surreptitiously
retires to his bunk and does his best to become invisible. The bunk has
a natural sag to it and Alistair's weight doesn't increase this
appreciably. So by lying flat on his bunk with his sleeping bag laid
out on top of him, the bunk appears to be empty.

Outside the rest assemble to go into the village. Alistair hears the
head count being made and no one realises he is missing. Soon the noise
of the group fades into the distance. Alistair moves slightly allowing
himself a small space to observe the room.

Mac and Dougie enter and Alistair has to suppress a gasp as Dougie's
hand is already fondling Mac's crotch. Mac ignores this assault on his
person and grabs a blanket off his bed. This he spreads in the middle
of the floor. He removes the exploring hand and begins to undress,
Dougie follows suit.

When they are both naked Mac says, "OK, best of three wins and the
winner gets to choose!"

"But you owe me a..."

Alistair wonders what is owed, but as Mac jumps Dougie at precisely
that moment, he doesn't get to find out. However Alistair does discover
that watching two naked teenagers wrestle really turns him on. Out of
the three cocks present his is the first to spring to attention.

"I submit!" yells Dougie, caught in an arm lock.

Mac releases him and both boys get to their feet. This time Dougie is
ready for Mac and neatly sidesteps the lunge. He follows up this
advantage by leaping on the back of the falling Mac and knocking the
wind out of him, and within thirty seconds a wheezing Mac submits.

The final round begins with both parties gasping for breath and ends a
full five minutes later with Dougie submitting.

"You're getting fucked, go get the Vaseline," commands Mac.

"Not fair," complains Dougie, getting the lubricant, "You still owe me
a blowjob from last night."

Alistair has to suppress a gasp at this point. In theory, he knows what
a blowjob and a fuck are, but now he is about to witness a practical
demonstration. The budding Peeping Tom that resides within Alistair, is
about to get his rocks off.

Mac looks at Dougie slyly, then walks over to him.

"So, does little Dougie want his cock sucked?" he asks silkily, as he
reaches out and grasps the cock in question.

Dougie just nods.

"OK, but you dare cum in my mouth and I'll beat the living shit out of
you," says Mac, in a friendly tone.

"But I always let you cum in my mouth," protests Dougie, "and you
always want me to swallow it."

Alistair is shocked! All the tales of cocksucking that he has heard
involved a girl doing the sucking. But it seems that boys can do it to
each other! And as for swallowing it, he had never even thought of that
one.

"Yes, but you're a faggot," says Mac, "you like doing that sort of
thing."

"And you're not?"

"You know damn well why I do it with you. I ain't gonna end up like my
brother!"

It should be explained that Mac's brother, Craig, is three years his
senior, and much more conventional than Mac. Unfortunately,
conventional sex, with a girl as a partner, has one nasty little side
effect. Craig was only a little older than Mac currently is when it
happened. A few weeks after a weekend of wild sexual passion, his
girlfriend broke the bad news. He was about to become a father, and
even worse, his parents were destined to become premature grandparents.
Alas, no one gave a thought about Mac reaching the status of uncle at a
mere 14 years.

As Mac's family's Catholic, an abortion was out of the question and
instead a hastily organised marriage took place, shortly before the
birth of a son. To make matters worse, the new father then believed the
old wives' tale about lactating mothers being unable to get pregnant.
Thus his wife presented him with a daughter. So each weekend, while his
peers go out partying, drinking and the like, Craig stays at home and
changes his kid's dirty nappies.

To avoid a similar fate, Mac has quietly given in to Dougie's overtures
and now they have quite an exciting sex life. One day Mac will start
chasing girls, but not until he thinks he is old enough to deal with
the consequences. In the meantime he is quite happy to fuck Dougie,
content in the knowledge that boys can't be knocked up.

Dougie, on the other hand, is really a faggot, and like most faggots,
he is quite happy to have sex with a hunky straight guy. In fact,
knowing that Mac is straight  makes it that much more fun. Dougie is
also most grateful to Craig, for setting such a wonderfully bad example
and driving Mac into his arms.

It is obvious to any informed observer that there is no emotional
content to their little liaison. They have only a physical relationship
and just use each other for sexual gratification.

"Well, if Craig is half as randy as you are, it is no wonder your
sister-in-law keeps dropping brats all over the place," says Dougie,
with a grin.

"Stand on the edge of that bunk and hold on to the one above, if you
want your blowjob," growls Mac.

"Can't bring yourself to kneel before a faggot?" inquires Dougie,
getting into position.

"Now remember, shoot in my mouth and you're cat's meat!"

"And this comes from the man who will one day eat out pussy!"

Mac opens the jar of Vaseline, sticks his middle finger in and  removes
it coated with the jelly. Then the astonished Alistair watches him slip
it in between Dougie's buns.

"Ow! Be careful," yelps Dougie, as the finger enters him.

Mac says nothing but he bents forwards and takes the head of Dougie's
stiff prick into his mouth. As far as Alistair can tell he is finger
fucking Dougie as he blows him. Alistair now watches Dougie's face as
he is slowly brought to his climax. Gradually it begins to screw up as
the waves of pleasure sweep through his body.

Finally he cries, "Stop!"

Mac reacts quickly and pulls his head back. While this move saves him
from getting a mouthful of his friend's cum, it in no way stops him
from getting the first wad of it straight in the face. He grabs
Dougie's spurting cock and redirects the jet, finishing the boy off
with his hand.

"Bastard!" observes Mac.

"You didn't get it in your mouth," Dougie points out.

"If I thought for one minute that you did that deliberately..."

Dougie gets down off the bed, finds a tissue and uses it to remove the
spent cum from Mac's face. Then seizing his chance he quickly kisses
Mac, full on the lips and jumps hastily back out of range.

"Don't do that!" yells Mac, but Dougie just laughs.

Mac now begins applying Vaseline to his erection while grinning evilly
at Dougie.

"You don't want to do it right now?" wails Dougie, "I've just cum!"

"As soon as I get this inside you, you'll liven up," says Mac, pointing
to his erection. "Now get on the bed, face down, botty up and hold your
buns apart. Move!"

While Dougie dithers and tries to procrastinate, Alistair enjoys the
view. Dougie naked, is quite an appealing sight. His slim body is
slightly feminine, he has wide hips and quite a nicely rounded bum. The
front side of him is also attractive to Alistair, slightly muscled and
no fat. By comparison to Alistair's own weapon, Dougie is quite big.
But his most outstanding feature is his pubic hair, it is as black as
the hair on his head and just as straight. It is like a black sunburst
round his cock and balls.

Mac, on the other hand is quite a contrast. As he plays rugby, his
muscles are quite well defined and his legs are at least twice as thick
as Alistair's. They are also remarkably hairy, but the hair stops at
just about his tan line. At the front there is a small gap in the hair
before a dense pubic bush starts. From the middle of all this fur his
manhood protrudes. Currently this is glistening with a good coating of
grease and the foreskin is partially retracted allowing the eye to peep
out at the world. The head of this organ is wickedly large. From the
back, the main feature is a pair of typical rugby player's buttocks,
y'know, the kind that can crack walnuts.

Dougie finally relents and takes up his required position on the bed.
Mac climbs on top of him and moves between the splayed legs of his
submissive friend. He leans forwards and supports his weight with his
left hand, using his right to guide his slippery weapon towards its
intended target. As he makes contact with Dougie's ring the boy begs
him to be gentle.

"Gentle? Come on, It's been up there so often my bloody cock knows its
own way in," he replies, thrusting into his victim.

Dougie moans and concentrates on relaxing. Alistair watches in total
disbelief as the wide head of Mac's erection vanishes into Dougie. Mac
pushes relentlessly until, with a grunt of satisfaction, he gets as far
up as he can go.

"Hell's teeth," whimpers Dougie, "have you got your balls in there as
well?"

"No," growls Mac, "but I'm going to empty them in there."

Alistair has to admit that Mac's buns look magnificent in action as he
fucks Dougie. In fact watching the muscular youth on the job is very
exciting. By now the entire row of bunks is creaking and groaning as
the teenager pounds his meat into the willing bum beneath him. At one
moment Alistair is sure that if things carry on for much longer, he
will shoot his load into his underwear without even having to touch
himself.

Luckily he's saved from this messy fate by Dougie who decides it is
time for Mac to shoot. He achieves this by wiggling his bum in a manner
designed to drive poor Mac over the edge. In this endeavour he is met
with total success and Mac starts shooting his load deep into the
receptive arse of the preacher's son.

The voyeur within is in total ecstasy and Alistair finds that he is
physically shaking from just watching. God, what he wouldn't give to
join in. He watches the sweating couple slowly come down. Mac kisses
Dougie on the nape of his neck and slowly pulls his cock out of the
lad. It is clearly a spent force, no longer sticking proudly out from
his groin, it hangs, wilted and spent, between his legs. It remains
joined to Dougie only by a long strand of cum. This finally breaks and
dangles from the eye of Mac's cock. For some reason the sight of this
makes Alistair lick his lips.

The pair slowly clean up, return the Vaseline to its rightful place and
get dressed again. They depart into the kitchen to prepare the lunch.
For Alistair, this has been one Hell of a learning experience. He now
knows exactly what he wants to do with Mac. He quietly gets his own
little manhood out of his pants and digs a hanky out of his trouser
pocket. He jacks himself off dreaming about kneeling in front of Mac
with that big cock head in his mouth. Just as he imagines what it would
feel like to have Mac blow his load, he shoots into the hanky.

The next questions are; what does cum taste like, and can he bring
himself to swallow it? Since he has a plentiful supply to hand, he
licks some off the side of his forefinger. It doesn't seem to be
objectionable and he discovers that it slips over his throat quite
easily. One day he must try to get Mac on his own, he thinks, as he
tidies himself up.

He must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing he knows the
others have returned from the village and, from the noise they are
making it is obvious that his absence has been noted. When he is
discovered to still be in bed the shit hits the fan and he is given the
punishment of ten buckets of water.

All water has to be hand carried from a standpipe about quarter of a
mile away. To make things worse the ground slopes sharply down towards
the tap. Thus carrying one bucket of water at a time is Alistair's
limit. He is in for an exhausting afternoon. That however is not what
worries him the most, it is the looks that Mac and Dougie are giving
him that make him shiver.

As it turns out Alistair only has to fetch seven buckets, as that fills
the holding tank, thus the last three are deferred until the next day.
As the sun has been beating down on him while he laboured through the
hot afternoon, he is glad of the respite. But, just before bedtime, Mac
corners him.

"Don't bother getting undressed, you're going for a night walk, Dougie
and I want to talk to you," Mac murmurs.

This makes the short hairs on the back of the boy's neck rise.
Stealthily he gets into his sleeping bag fully dressed except for his
shoes. Try as he might to stay awake he dozes off, only to be woken up
as soon as the other pair make their move. Silently he gets down from
his bunk and puts on his shoes, then he follows the other two out into
the night.

Although the blazing heat of the day has gone, it is still quite
comfortably warm as the trio make their noiseless way to the woods.
Soon they are standing within the four trees that had bounded the Den.
At night the place looks quite different. All the riot of colour has
gone, and in the monochrome of the moonlight, the place appears
slightly sinister.

"OK kid," says Mac, "just tell us how much you saw."

Alistair hesitates and then says, "Well, I saw Dougie touching you up
when you were both in here."

At that point the boy stops, maybe, with a bit of luck, the matter will
not be pursued. Alas, Mac is in a very single-minded mood.

"Yes. But what did you see this morning?"

Alistair sighs, it is no good, he will have to confess. Over the next
few minutes, to Mac's consternation, he gives a startlingly accurate
account of the morning's romp, missing out none of the finer points of
detail.

"Oh, Christ," moans Mac, "now I'm really in the shit. When my dad finds
out he'll go mad. First Craig having to get married, now me caught with
another boy. He'll fucking kill me!"

Dougie smiles, then says, "But little Alistair here, isn't going to
tell, are you?"

"No!" cries Alistair.

The vehemence of the response startles both of the others, even Dougie
who had been expecting a negative reply.

"But can we trust him?" asks Mac.

"Oh, yes," says Dougie, in a silky voice.

"Why?"

"Because, you great over muscled moron, the boy has a crush on you. He
would never dream of doing anything to hurt you. Am I not right,
Alistair?"

Alistair is very glad that the light is not good enough for his blushes
to show as he nods.

'In fact if you were to give him a cuddle, the poor lad would probably
cum in his knickers," says Dougie, giving Mac a nudge in Alistair's
direction.

Mac hesitates, then merely opens his arms. In a flash Alistair is
hugging him round the waist. Slowly Mac wraps the boy in his arms. The
child is trembling and, if Mac is any judge, sobbing as well.

"Why's he crying?" he whispers, to Dougie.

"Perhaps his wildest dream has just come true."

 At this point Alistair looks up into Mac's face, who in turn, shoots a
questioning glance at Dougie.

"I think he wants you to kiss him," volunteers Dougie.

"I don't kiss boys!" hisses Mac.

"Yes you do, and you're bloody good at it, when you remember what I
taught you. Go on, give him a kiss, a proper one, I'll bet it'll be his
first."

Something inside Mac gives way and he places one hand behind Alistair's
blond head to steady it. Then he bends down and their lips meet. His
tongue finds no resistance as it slips through Alistair's lips and
begins to investigate the inside of his mouth.

Alistair's head is swimming, can this really be happening to him!
Lovingly he yields to Mac's advances. God, being held and kissed by a
hunk like him, perhaps he has died and gone to Heaven. But eventually
Mac comes up for air and their lips part. Alistair sort of slowly
collapses onto his knees before his hero. Mac relaxes his grip and
allows the boy to slide to the ground. There is a gasp as the blond boy
buries his face in Mac's crotch.

As Mac is wearing only a pair of Rugby shorts over a jockstrap,
Alistair is able to feel the outlines of his champion's manhood. He
places his lips against the shaft and breathes out, warming it through
the thin layers of material. Mac gasps again, but Dougie just grins and
moves behind Mac. Once there, he gets a grip of the waistband of the
shorts and pulls them right down. Before Mac can protest his jockstrap
joins his shorts round his ankles.

Alistair just cannot believe his luck. There, right in front of his
face is his hero's weapon in all its naked glory. He watches as
Dougie's hand reached round and grasps the shaft. He slowly begins to
run his fingers up and down Mac's cock. Alistair looks as the foreskin
rolls forward and back, alternately revealing and hiding the large head
of it. The seminal smell of a youth in heat fills the night air and
Alistair willingly inhales it.

"You see Alistair, Mac has a weakness, he's sex mad. If you can get him
hard, he's away, he just can't stop himself, he has got to cum."

"Shut up, you bastard!" growls Mac. "The kid's too young."

Dougie just snickers but otherwise ignores Mac's protest. His
manipulations of Mac's weapon are now taking effect and, to Alistair's
delight, it begins to grow and stiffen. As it does so the first bead of
pre-cum forms in the eye. Dougie notices this and stops the movement of
his hand.

"Oh look, he's got a present for you," he says. "If you're a good boy
and lick it off, he'll make you some more."

"I'm going to kill you, preacher's boy," growls Mac, but he makes no
move to interfere with the proceedings.

Alistair looks at the head of Mac's cock and sees the jewel of liquid
that sits in the slit. It sparkles brightly in the moonlight. Then he
very deliberately licks it off and runs it round his tongue to relish
the taste of it. Dougie's hand resumes its work and, as predicted, the
drop is replaced. Alistair needs no urging to repeat his actions.

After a few minutes of this Mac's hand once more finds itself behind
the boy's head and with gentle pressure it pushes Alistair forwards.
Dougie synchronises his movements and peels back the foreskin allowing
the naked head to come into contact with Alistair's lips. Mac moans and
this gives Alistair an incredible boost.

"Right kid, concentrate on the head of it. Run your tongue all over it.
Good! Now try tickling the slit. Ah yes, he loves that. Now just
scratch him gently behind his balls."

So it goes on, Dougie coaching Alistair in the ancient and subtle art
of cock-sucking, while Mac gets drawn closer and closer to the edge.

"Get out of there! You dirty bastard!" cries Mac.

Dougie's giggles are strangely muffled.

Alistair stops in surprise, then realises that it is Dougie that Mac is
addressing. Alistair sees, to his astonishment, that Dougie has his
face thrust between Mac's gorgeous buttocks.

"Please, don't kiss me there," pleads Mac.

Alistair resumes his work on Mac's cock, while another delightful
tremble goes through him at the thought of having his face buried
between Mac's buns.

"For the love of God, get your tongue out of my ring!"

Alistair notices the balls he is playing with are now tightly pulled up
under the shaft. From his own sexual experience he knows that the
climax is near.

Dougie removes his face from between Mac's buns long enough to say, "OK
Alistair, it is time to make up your mind. Mac here is about to shoot,
if you don't want it in your mouth, then right now would be an
absolutely peachy time to back off. On the other hand, it really turns
him on if you let him shoot in your mouth, and then swallow it."

Dougie resumes his rimming of Mac and Alistair has no intention of
backing off. But he does run a hand over one of Mac's meaty buns just
as the explosion happens. The muscle turns to stone and the fingers
that are still working behind the balls feel the first pulse of Mac's
load pass by as it races down the shaft and jets into Alistair's greedy
young mouth.

The head of Mac's cock seems to swell and jump as he shoots. Then
Alistair finds that his mouth is full of the thick goo that is Mac's
seed. Before he can make any decisions a second wad joins the first.
There is no time for the boy to swallow, so he just kneels there and
lets his hero's jism fill his mouth.

When Mac stops shooting Alistair savours the taste of the load that has
been blasted into his mouth. It's much tangier than his own cum.
Experimentally he swallows some. It slips over his throat without any
problem, so he swallows the rest, then begins to suck out any residual
that might still be lurking inside the wilting cock.

Mac sort of collapses into a heap on the ground, an action which
deprives poor Alistair of his new plaything. Eventually Mac sits up and
covers his face with his hands.

"Oh Mother of God, what've I done. He's far too young to do that sort
of thing," he moans.

Alistair looks quizzically at Dougie.

"Oh, just ignore him, he's on a guilt trip. It's a Catholic thing and
he'll be all right after confession," says Dougie.

Alistair moves next to Mac and puts his arms round him to comfort him.
Dougie sits down on the other side of Alistair and lets his hands
wander over the younger boy's body, to seduce him. After a few minutes
Alistair finds that he is being stripped below the waist by Dougie, and
he does not protest.

"Fancy a soixante neuf?" asks Dougie, getting out of his shorts.

"What's that?"

"It's French for 69 - oh just lie on the ground," says Dougie. "No, not
on your face, on your side."

Dougie quickly gets into position and admires the small, but very
erect, cock with its rudimentary bush of blond hair. Yes, it looks good
enough to eat. He carefully takes the shaft in two fingers and gently
retracts the foreskin. The sensitive head of the organ is now his for
the taking.

Down at the other end of Dougie, Alistair is working out his part. The
cock in front of his face is not nearly as massive as Mac's, and the
straight pubic hair looks weird, but he takes hold of the shaft, pulls
down on it until the head appears and licks it until the love juice
begins to flow.

He finds it incredibly difficult to concentrate as the sensations from
his own weapon are continuously demanding his complete attention. After
a while however he realises that his cock is in the mouth of an expert.
There is no way he will be allowed to cum accidentally. Dougie is a
master at running his partner along the edge of the abyss. He also
knows that it will be better if he shoots first, then lets the kid's
cock erupt.

Alistair realises at the last moment, he is going to get another
mouthful. He makes no move to retreat as he wants to find out what
Dougie's cum tastes like. He does not have long to wait before this
wish is granted and, for the second time his mouth fills with the seed
of another boy. Then, just as he is at the peak of his enjoyment,
swallowing the offering he has been given, Dougie shoves him over the
edge. As this is his first orgasm that has not come from self-
stimulation, it is a biggie, and Dougie gets to drink deeply from
Alistair's shooting cock.

They lie there, each with a cock in his mouth, gently coming down from
their experience. Eventually Dougie releases Alistair and moves round.
This extracts his limp member from the lad's mouth and leaves them all
lying orientated the same way, with Alistair snuggled up in the middle.

'Relax Mac," says Dougie, "you know full well that Father Ewan will
always give you absolution, you've got him by the balls after what I
told you."

Alistair gives Dougie a perplexed look.

"Father Ewan altered one of the altar boys," explains Dougie.

Alistair now looks blank, and Dougie becomes slightly exasperated.

"It was a pun! He 'altered' young Sean by widening his arse!" says
Dougie. "Hell, the last time I fucked the lad I just about had to throw
a bucket of sand up first to get some traction. Father Ewan must be a
big boy."

At this point Alistair has a giggle fit.

"But if my dad finds out, after what  Craig did," mutters  Mac.

"What did Craig do?" asks Alistair, his giggles now under control.

"He went off for a dirty weekend and took one too few johnnies with
him. Then he used the Vatican approved 'early withdrawal' method. Which
is a bit like playing Russian roulette. Well no, it is sort of the
reverse of Russian roulette, you create a life, not destroy one. But in
any event, his girlfriend was up the duff and they had to wed. Then, as
soon as she had dropped it, the dear boy went straight back in and
knocked her up again," explains Dougie.

Alistair is a bit shocked, as the thought of becoming a father has
never entered his head. Mac puts an arm round him and Alistair reaches
down with his right hand and puts it round the shaft of Mac's soft
cock, then he does the same with his left hand to Dougie's and sighs
contentedly.

"I don't suppose that you brought the Vaseline?" asks Dougie.

"No, why, do you fancy being fucked?" asks Mac.

"Not really, but we both could have shagged the lad here."

This announcement makes Alistair shiver with delight. The very thought
of having Mac inside him pumping away, like he had been doing earlier
to Dougie, really gives Alistair a rush. Mac however doesn't seem to be
quite so enthusiastic about the idea.

"Shit, preacher's boy, you can't fuck him, he's far too young," he
reasons.

"No younger that I was the first time it happened to me, and it was
with a full grown man," says Dougie.

"What happened?" inquires Alistair.

"Oh dad went to a week long ecumenical conference and took mum with
him. As it went over a weekend we had a locum in to do the service on
the Sunday and he was staying at the manse with me. He was in his late
twenties and quite good looking," begins Dougie.

"And he seduced you?" asks Alistair.

"That'll be the day," laughs Mac.

"No, I seduced him. I got him all hot and bothered in the evening. I
even appeared just wearing my underpants just before I had a bath. Shit
I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head. Then when
he went to bed I crept in to his room and joined him."

"You have no shame, do you?" says Mac.

"Of course not. But that particular time I bit off more than I could
chew. I only wanted to muck about, jacking him off and maybe do a bit
of sucking. But he insisted on going all the way. Not only did I get
fucked, he also taught me how to suck cock properly. Thank God he
wasn't very well hung, because we did it all on spit."

"Were you walking funny the next morning?" asks Mac, rather cruelly
Alistair thinks.

"That was just the first night. After that he was coming to my bed and
we screwed and sucked every night for the full week. But in the long
run, it was good for me, he taught me a lot."

"How come you still need Vaseline for me?" asks Mac.

"Oh, you're much bigger than he was, and the head of your one would
choke a horse," says Dougie, making Mac swell with pride.

Then they get dressed and go back to bed. The next morning Mac quietly
helps Alistair by carrying two buckets of water for him. Then, as it is
Monday and the long weekend is over, it's time to pack up and get the
train home.

A couple of weeks later, on a Friday evening the trio borrow a tent
from the club and take a train up into the highlands. From the station
they climb into the foothills, sweating under their rucksacks.
Eventually they find a suitably secluded spot, not far from a stream,
and there they pitch camp.

Soon the tent is up and a fire made. Alistair gets the job of digging
the latrine pit, he chooses an open space in a clump of gorse bushes,
to give a modicum of privacy. While he is busy the other pair prepare
the evening meal. Although it is quite late, as is mid June, their
northerly position ensures that it is still daylight for their meal.

"What did Father Ewan give you?" inquires Dougie.

"Just a rosary," replies Mac, in an off hand voice.

"Is that all you got for screwing me, and letting us both blow you?
Shit, I might just convert," says Dougie.

"Oh, I gave him something else to worry about. I told him that Mary
McNeil was sniffing around me, which is perfectly true. But she sniffs
around anything with a penis that still has a pulse. Anyway she's not
getting it from me, not as long as there are dogs on the street, but
Father Ewan doesn't know that. So I got the big lecture about staying
away from girls and my wrist slapped for playing around with you two,"
explains Mac.

Dougie shakes his head in disbelief while Alistair wonders what it must
be like to be a Catholic, and have to bare your soul at regular
intervals. He is quite sure that he would die rather than confess his
love for Mac to a stranger.

"So, what ploy will you use this week, surely you can't use her again,"
says Dougie.

"Ah, but I can use her. I let her catch me behind the bicycle shed.
Heck, she had her hand down the front of my pants even faster than you,
Dougie. However, I soon got it out of there and she didn't get any
further. But, when we came out from behind the shed, one of the Nuns
saw us. I looked as guilty as Hell, so you can bet your balls that
Father Ewan will have heard about it by now," says Mac, with a smile.

"And?"

"Well, I won't mention it, as nothing sinful really happened. However
he'll spend ages coaxing it out of me and, as he'd rather I played
about with boys, I'll likely get off with it."

"But what about Mary, now she knows what you've got hanging between
your legs?" asks Dougie, with a wicked  grin.

"There is no way that I'm putting my cock in her. Shit, she's had about
a dozen up her, she must be as slack at the front as young Sean is at
the back."

After the meal has been eaten and the washing up done Dougie lays a
blanket out on the ground before the tent.

"We can't do it there," says Alistair, "not out in the open where
everyone can see us.'

"Who can see us? No one can get with in a mile of us without us seeing
them first!" says Dougie, waving his arm in a great circle round the
campsite.

"Besides, I like outdoor fucking," says Mac, with a grin.

The word fucking makes Alistair start, even though he has known from
the moment they asked him along, that he is only there to be fucked. He
has very mixed emotions about this. Being around, just to be used by
the older boys, is quite demeaning. But, this somehow makes it all that
much more exciting. Besides he will do anything to make Mac happy.

"Did you remember to bring the Vaseline?" asks Mac.

"Nah, I got something better, just a sec," replies Dougie, vanishing
into the tent.

He rummages around in his kit for a few moments then comes out with a
lurid coloured bottle, which has a distinctly phallic shape.

"Here we are, flavoured lubricant," he says, with some satisfaction.

"Flavoured?" queries Mac.

"Yup, the latest thing in depravity."

"And pray tell us, which flavour did you choose for this momentous
occasion," asks Mac.

"Wild Cherry," says Dougie, bursting out laughing.

Mac just smiles while Alistair looks confused. But then Mac grabs him,
pulls him down onto the blanket and rolls on top of him. Lying, pinned
to the ground by the weight of Mac's body, Alistair is in his seventh
Heaven. Mac grins down at him and a shiver goes through the boy.

"So, who is going to get fucked then?" asks Mac.

Alistair puckers his lips and, without any fight, Mac kisses him. It is
a lingering and sensuous kiss that Alistair wants to hold forever. Mac
suddenly sucks all the air out of Alistair. The poor boy has never
experienced anything like that and almost screams. Then Mac blows the
air back in. For the next few minutes Mac controls Alistair's
breathing, by doing it for him. Alistair would now cheerfully die for
his idol.

Alistair runs his hands over Mac's meaty buttocks and marvels once more
at the hidden power in them. When he looks up at Dougie he discovers
that he has stripped off, and he is now trying to get the shorts off
Mac.

In the end this proves to be impossible until Mac assists him by
standing up. In less time than it takes to tell, Mac too is naked. Then
to two nude boys begin to strip the clothes off Alistair.

"Dougie is going first," explains Mac, "as his is a lot smaller than
mine.

Mac then lies down on his back and beckons to Alistair to join him.
Soon Alistair is lying on top of the naked Mac and trying to suck the
tongue out of his head. He feels Dougie kneel down behind him and his
legs are opened wide. Then there is the odd feeling of fingers
exploring between his buns.

What happens next surprises him, his buns are parted and Dougie's face
is thrust between them. The sensation of lips touching his ring makes
him cry out. But that is put in the shade as Dougie brings his tongue
into play. The soft, warm and wet organ licks up and down his crack,
then gently begins to seek entry to his nether regions. Alistair
suddenly realises that he has a tongue in each end of him, and they are
driving him wild.

Gradually he relaxes and Dougie's tongue finds its way in. Alistair
just holds on to Mac and hopes that it will never end. Then something
harder and colder enters him. It's Dougie's finger, and it goes a lot
deeper than his tongue had reached. It wriggles and moves inside him
and Alistair finds he is squirming in response. One finger becomes two,
more lubricant is added and two become three.

"OK Alistair, I want you to relax and try to push my cock out of your
arse," says Dougie, as he sits up and applies the lubricant to his
weapon.

"Huh?" says Alistair, coming up for air.

"If you try to push me out, it relaxes you and makes it easier for me
to get in," explains Dougie.

"Trust him, he's an expert," says Mac, before seeking out Alistair's
lips again.

Alistair feels the hot head of Dougie's cock touch his ring. He also
feels Mac get a firmer grip of him and realises that there is no
possible escape. Mac will not let him go, and Dougie will not stop
until he is in. To make matters worse, there isn't another human being
within miles to come to his aid. Desperately he tries to relax, then
the head of it slithers in to him.

"Go on, try to push me out, just like you are having a crap," says
Dougie.

Alistair needs no encouragement to try to rid himself of the invader.
He pushes back with all his might and suddenly, Dougie slides into him
without any problem. Alistair is suddenly desperate to take a crap, and
again he pushes back. Naturally even more of Dougie's weapon makes its
way in through his back door.

"OK, Alistair, just one more push should do it," croons Dougie.

Actually it is more a of a reflex action than a voluntary one on
Alistair's part that allows Dougie to drive all the way into the virgin
arse. Once there he stops and waits.

"Now Alistair, just calm down, you're all right and I'll let you get
used to me being inside you before I begin," says Dougie.

Alistair lies on Mac, their lips locked and his mind racing. What has
he let himself in for? He must have been mad, going way with two boys
who are a lot bigger than him, knowing they wanted to have sex with
him. Suddenly, Dougie begins to move!

Alistair sighs with relief as his bowels are emptied for him. But when
the head of the invader has just left his body, Dougie reverses and
pops it back in. For the next few minutes he just runs the head of his
weapon back and forwards through the boy's ring. This continuous
opening and closing gradually tires Alistair's anal sphincter and
greatly reduces its ability to defend him against invasion. Actually
this is not being done for Dougie's benefit, but more for Mac's, soon
it'll be his turn to fuck the kid.

Having temporarily reduced the boy's natural ability to fight back,
Dougie now gets on with his own pleasure. One slow plunge deep into
Alistair, then a nice steady pace for the fuck itself. While the
feeling of having his bowels repeatedly filled and emptied for him does
little sexually for him, Alistair is surprised by the sensation of
Dougie's weapon massaging his prostrate on every stroke. Now that is
really sexy!

He begins to wriggle about between the two boys and that just makes
Dougie fuck him all the harder. Then he realises that Dougie's climax
is near. Instinctively he stiffens and Dougie really begins to pound
his arse. Then the cock inside Alistair goes mad, leaping about and
spewing cum in him. It really turns him on to know that Dougie is
shooting his load.

Next there is the strange feeling of Dougie going soft inside him. That
once raging monster that has just ravaged him, and taken his virginity,
is going soft and getting smaller. Dougie gently withdraws and moves
onto his knees behind the boy. He reaches down and parts the buns to
observe the results of his handiwork. A little earlier Alistair's ring
had been a tight brown pucker, now it gapes open, oozing cum and
drooling lubricant.

Dougie lies on his back next to Mac. After a while Mac stops kissing
Alistair, lifts him up and moves him over to Dougie. Before Alistair
can protest Dougie has his tongue halfway down the boy's throat.
Meanwhile Mac moves into position between Alistair's splayed legs and
begins to apply the lubricant most liberally to his manhood and its
intended target.

Dougie breaks the kiss only long enough to say, "Now remember what I
told you to do, and everything will be all right,"

Mac looks between Alistair's buns, sees the ring that  Dougie's manhood
has so thoroughly violated, and says, "My God!"

He carefully guides the head of his cock towards the opened ring. He
feels Alistair stiffen as the head is forced through his weakened
sphincter. Mindful of Dougie's instructions he repeatedly runs the
large head of his manhood in and out of the lad, thus removing the last
vestiges of resistance left in Alistair's ring.

When he is satisfied with his work, he reminds Alistair to push against
him, then he slowly thrusts forward driving his weapon at least halfway
into the submissive  boy beneath him.

Alistair is having difficulty believing that his arse can stretch any
further, but is unable to stop the process. Mac is soon as deep as
Dougie had been, but this time there is still a lot of cock shaft on
the outside. Bravely Alistair tries to expel Mac's invading cock and he
is rewarded by it sinking all the way into him. Mac's fuzzy bush is
pressed hard against his buns, he has managed it!

"Pull his buns apart," Mac orders Dougie.

When Dougie complies another inch of Mac's shaft slides through
Alistair's conquered ring and there is still nothing that the boy can
do to stop it. Mac, like Dougie, now pauses for a moment.

"Alistair, you have one tight little arse," he comments.

"Had!" says Dougie.

"Yup," concedes Mac, "a few more fucks and he'll be able to take Father
Ewan on spit alone."

Being spoken about as if he wasn't there adds to Alistair's sense of
shame, and it turns him on, then Mac starts to fuck him. Mac doesn't
fuck the least bit like Dougie. Right from the first stroke he uses the
entire length of his cock. Long, hard, deep and very forceful thrusts
are his trademark. Alistair can remember how the butt muscles flexed
when he had watched Mac fucking Dougie. He just wishes he could see
what they looked like now he is the one being fucked.

But there is something far more urgent happening to Alistair. Not only
is Mac's dick longer that Dougie's, it is also a damn sight thicker.
This point makes itself very evident as its distended head rubs over
Alistair's rather sensitive prostate. Every shove of Mac's hips causes
a wave of ecstasy to sweep over the boy. Now at last he knows why boys
loved being fucked by a well endowed partner.

As Mac takes his pleasure from Alistair, the boy's will to resist, like
his ring, slowly caves in. By the time Mac reaches his climax, Alistair
has been converted, he is now, and always will be, a bottom. He has
found his place in life, it is to bring pleasure to real men. With
growing excitement he senses Mac's climax getting nearer. Then as Mac
really begins to slam into him, Alistair looses all control and his
cock shoots his little load onto Dougie's belly, while the great cock
inside him bucks and heaves as the second load of cum is emptied into
his now well used arse.

Again he gets to enjoy the feeling of Mac's erection subsiding in his
guts. That once rigid and proud organ wilts and shrinks in his innards,
its job is now over, as he has been filled with Mac's sperm. He still
whimpers when Mac withdraws.

Mac rolls off the other pair and Alistair carefully gets off Dougie. He
isn't too sure what condition his arse is in. Then Dougie grabs him and
pulls him back. Alistair finds that he is being positioned over
Dougie's face. Then he is forced into sitting on it. Dougie pushes his
buns aside and shoves his face between them. That maddening tongue of
his starts licking again and Alistair's ring is in no condition to stop
its advances. Over the next few minutes Dougie's tongue works all the
spent cum out of the boy and Alistair can do nothing to stop him.

"Well that at least explains the flavoured lubricant," says Mac,
watching the performance with some disgust.

That night Mac zips Alistair's and his own sleeping bags together
making a double sized one, and the pair sleep naked, in each other's
arms. Alistair wakes in the night to find a stiff cock digging into
him. A little later Mac wakes to find himself with his cock in a nice
warm mouth and on the verge of shooting. He just stretches out and lets
the lad finish the job. Only when Alistair's belly is full of Mac's
cum, can they both get back to sleep, much to Dougie's relief.

The next day Alistair gets fucked three times by Mac and each time he
gets to suck on Dougie's cock, taking it at both ends. Like the night
before, each fuck begins with Mac running the swollen head of his
weapon repeatedly through Alistair's ring, stretching it ever wider and
dissipating its elasticity.

While Alistair is answering a call of nature in the gorse bushes Mac
takes the opportunity to talk to Dougie alone.

"Don't you think I've loosened him enough?"

"Nah, keep doing it at least until we go home. He'll thank you for it
later as it'll save him a fortune in lubricant. Hell, I'll bet by
Sunday afternoon he will be able to take you on spit," Dougie assures
him.

"I just think we're pushing him too far."

"He'll just be another angelic boy with an arse like a windsock,"
laughs Dougie.

Alistair returns and from the expression on the other pair's faces, he
knows that he had been under discussion.

After another night in his hero's arms Alistair is not looking forwards
to the trip home. As the day is a sunny one, they decided on a hike. In
the distance there is a wood, with what appears to be a ruin inside it.
When they arrive at the ruin they discover all that is left standing
are the walls, and a stone tower at one end.

The stone stairs of the tower seem to be still in good order so they
ascend. The room at the top of the tower still retains its walls,
although its roof is long gone. Alistair is admiring the view through
one of the ruined windows when Mac steps behind him and pushes his
groin into Alistair's buns.

Alistair responds by wiggling back against Mac and soon he can feel the
older boy's erection growing. Mac pulls down Alistair's shorts and
underpants revealing the beautifully rounded buttocks of the boy. Then
wetting his fingers with spit he slides them between the twin globes.
They slip through Alistair's ring and Mac moves them round and round
making Alistair squirm with delight. With his free hand he shoves the
front of his shorts and jockstrap down freeing his raging manhood.

"Be a good lad and wet this for me, Dougie," he says.

Dougie obligingly drops to his knees and puts his mouth round the head
of Mac's cock. In a few moments both Alistair's ring and Mac's cock are
covered with saliva. Motioning Dougie aside Mac aims his cock at its
target and presses gently against the soaking and distended ring of the
blond. As Dougie had predicted it glides in without any difficulty. Mac
spends a few moments running the head in and out of the lad, then he
gracefully plunges home.

Dougie, not wishing to be left out, now moves round in front of
Alistair and begins to blow the boy. From this position he has one cock
and two pair of balls to play with. Like the conductor of an orchestra,
he carefully keeps the pair of them just below the threshold of an
orgasm. Then when he is ready he tickles them up to a crescendo.
Alistair's arse is once more pumped full of Mac's cum, while his own is
being sucked out of him by Dougie.

When they are dressed again and descending from the tower Alistair
misses the significant look Dougie gives Mac, and the wink that Mac
returns.

Just after that weekend a new boy, Ian, enters Dougie's class at
school. Dougie finds parting Ian from his pants to be like pushing on
the proverbial open door. However Ian is not just after sex, he wants
Dougie body and soul. So, having found a lover he drops out of Mac and
Alistair's lives.

Alistair is now free to enjoy Mac all on his own. He is delighted to
find that Mac is a most demanding partner and quite a daring one at
that. As a result of this the innocent looking blond boy gets screwed
in the most unlikely locations. All of this is greatly facilitated by
the fact that Alistair can take Mac's cock easily and with a minimum of
lubrication. So Alistair gets pulled into a secluded spot, has his
trousers dropped for him, then he bends over and within seconds he can
feel Mac slip into him. For his part, Mac being a teenager, is very
quick to reach his orgasm. As a result they are never at it long enough
to get caught.

Alistair loves that 'freshly fucked' feeling which stays for a couple
of hours after Mac has had him, and he now takes a perverse delight in
wandering around with his bowels full of Mac's last load. Somewhere
along the way Alistair begins to view his arse as a sexual organ.

Mac is very content, as he has a faithful lover who is always ready to
accommodate his needs. But Mac himself is not really in love, to him
Alistair is only there for his sexual pleasure, for example, he doesn't
care if Alistair has an orgasm or not.

They manage a couple of camping trips together and Alistair again gets
to sleep naked in his love's arms. He also keeps Mac horny all the time
and as a result he gets fucked about three times a day, which, given
the size and shape of Mac's equipment, is about all his young arse can
take.

However as the summer ends Mac begins to get comments from his peers
about Alistair hanging round him all the time. So he decides to get a
girlfriend, just as a front. The girl that he chooses is called Angela.
She, being a good Catholic girl, he reckons, will wish to avoid having
sex outside marriage. Alas, in this he is wrong, Angela most definitely
wants to screw. However he manages to convince her that taking him up
the back is the only safe way.

Although she is reluctant at first, Mac's experience of this form of
sex soon brings her round and gradually Alistair is edged out. The kid
suddenly discovers that sex is very addictive, and now he misses Mac's
cock terribly. By the time winter arrives Alistair is going out of his
mind with grief and he is now reduced to stalking Mac, just so he can
see his love.

In pursuit of this course of action he finds himself standing near the
edge of the rugby field at Holy Cross, Mac's school. He has found a bit
of shelter in the lee of the scorekeeper's hut. The sky is leaden, the
wind is nearly cutting him in two and it's threatening to rain. On the
field Mac and a group of boys are doggedly practicing rugby with an
instructor egging them on. The only other person present is way in the
distance, a jogger, who is making slow circuits of the playing fields.

Alistair stands, shivering and in tears, watching Mac running the
length of the field. Mac totally ignores the boy and burns up his
excess energy chasing his team mates. Alistair is completely lost in
his own misery and so he is rather surprised when the jogger stops and
speaks to him.

"You don't go to Holy Cross, do you?" he asks.

Alistair looks at him through his tears. He is 30ish, wearing a
tracksuit, quite well built and Alistair surmises that he is part of
the school's Physical Education department. The boy shakes his head in
response to the question.

"I didn't think that I recognised you. Like rugby?"

"No, I'm a friend of Mac's," Alistair says, suppressing a sniffle.

"Ah, that explains it," says the stranger.

Alistair gives him a questioning look.

"Mac has just got himself a girlfriend and I expect you are Alistair,
the one who got dumped."

The short hairs on the back of Alistair's neck start to rise and he
begins to panic. But at that moment the rain finally starts pelting
down.

"Perhaps we should shelter inside," says the man, leading the way round
the back of the hut to where the door is.

The interior is quite cramped and holds just two chairs and a table.
The sole large window faces the field and an electricity supply powers
the light and a small heater. The man switches on the heater as they
enter, but he leaves the light off, in case it attracts too much
attention.

Inside, out of the wind, it is much more comfortable. The rain drums on
the roof and runs down the window. Out on the field the player's
enthusiasm begins to wane, but their instructor, a licensed sadist,
compels them to continue.

"You see Alistair, that is the problem with going with straight boys.
In the end, they find a girl and you get cast off."

"He might get tired of her," ventures Alistair, not really believing
it.

"Then, he'll just find another girl. Honest, he is a lost cause. I
should know, it has happened to me enough times."

That admission makes Alistair jump slightly but he persists, "Is there
no way?"

"Oh, I suppose that if you both ended up in prison he'd revert to his
old ways for a while, but in reality, no."

There is a certain finality in the way the man says that, and inside
Alistair the dam breaks. He bursts into tears, the man takes him gently
into his arms and hugs him. This is the first time that Alistair had
been hugged in weeks and he unconsciously snuggles closer to the man.
Through the thin material of the tracksuit Alistair can feel a hard and
well muscled body. The man doesn't protest as Alistair sobs into his
chest, he just strokes the boy's hair.

It is only a few moments before Alistair realises the man is getting an
erection and correctly assumes that he is the cause of it. Out of
curiosity he wriggles against the man and brushes the rising manhood in
the process.

"Be careful, young Alistair, or you may start something that goes
beyond your control," says the man, gently.

But, it has been too long since Alistair has had his hands on a cock
other than his own. He slowly slips his hand down the outside of the
tracksuit until it comes across its goal. Alistair is quite surprised
with what he finds. Although the length of the organ is little greater
than Mac's, the girth of the thing makes him catch his breath. However,
this does not stop him stroking it.

The pitch of the drumming on the roof changes as outside the rain turns
to hail. On the field even the instructor gives up and everyone runs
for the changing rooms.

"It would feel better for both of us if your hand was on the inside,"
the jogger says.

Accepting the invitation Alistair slips his hand down the inside of the
waistband and makes two discoveries. The first is, the man is wearing
nothing under the tracksuit and the second is, he is very hairy, then
he touches what he lusts after. Unlike Mac's, which swelled out at the
head, this one is much wider at the base than at the tip. It's
uncircumcised and seems, to Alistair's touch, to have a more than
adequate foreskin.

He slowly pulls the foreskin back and runs his thumb over the slit, it
is very wet, he spreads the wetness over the entire head making the man
groan with pleasure. He then pulls the front of the tracksuit pants
down and the mystery cock makes its appearance. As he had expected its
base is lost in a mass of black hair. The thick shaft bobs in the air,
the head of it is slightly purplish and glistens from Alistair's
efforts. The much stronger seminal smell of a man in heat now assaults
Alistair's nostrils. But, by now the smell of any randy male will turn
Alistair on.

The slight downward pressure on the back of his head is all the
encouragement that Alistair needs. He drops to his knees and kisses the
head of the cock. Seconds later it is in his mouth and he is working it
over in a frenzy. He tries to get as much of it in his mouth as he can,
but manages little more than the head, so he concentrates all his
efforts on that.

The man sighs happily as he looks down and watches the blond head bob
up and down on his cock. The boy is a dream come true, an accomplished
and willing cocksucker, and at such a tender age. It has been several
days since the man has had an orgasm and it is taking all of his
concentration not to shoot. The boy is far more proficient than he had
ever dared hope. He reaches down and ruffles the boy's hair. This
encourages him to greater efforts and the man feels control of his body
slide from his grasp. He just hopes that the boy will not freak out
when he shoots.

By now Alistair has learned all the signs of an oncoming climax and
when the man starts to play with his hair, he knows the end is in
sight. He reaches behind the man's balls and begins to massage him
there. He hears the man groan, then feels the first spurt race past his
fingers and at last, his mouth is full of cum again.

He notes that the man has not only failed to warn him, but he has also
held his head to make sure he got it in his mouth. Alistair swallows
some of his prize and rolls the rest round his mouth. Strange how
everyone tastes subtly different. He swallows again and now
concentrates on draining any left in the shaft.

A little later Alistair is sitting on the man's knee being kissed. The
heater is more than adequate for the tiny cabin and it is nice to be in
there, out of the weather. All the rugby players have long since
changed and gone home, leaving the man and boy snogging in the dying
light.

Slowly the man coaxes out of Alistair the full story of what has gone
on between Mac, Dougie and him. He is very easy to talk to and Alistair
has no problem in giving a full and truthful account of what has
happened. After about half an hour it is obvious that the man is
recovering from his climax as Alistair feels his hand slip round his
buns.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asks, hopefully.

The directness of the question almost catches the man off guard. He
studies the innocent face of the boy on his lap. Yes, the boy really
wants to be taken, no need for all the preliminaries this time, the lad
is his, just for the asking. But the man desires a little more, he
wants the boy to plead to be fucked.

"I'm sorry Alistair, but I don't think that would be wise," he says.

"Please!" says Alistair. "It has been ages since I had anyone up inside
me."

"But, you are just a boy, and you have only experienced other boys. I
doubt if you could manage a grown man like me," he says, with a note of
regret in his voice.

"Please. I've got to feel a cock inside me again."

"Why?"

"It makes me feel alive, knowing that I'm making a guy cum inside me. I
like the feeling of a cock shooting in my guts, and the feeling
afterwards, knowing that I've been fucked. Besides you're all hard
again," says the boy, fondling the man's weapon.

The man seems to be unmoved by his pleas. So Alistair stands up, drops
his trousers and underwear, then he bents over the table allowing the
man to see what he has to offer. Eventually two wet fingers slip
through his ring and Alistair sighs happily. The man is also happy,
this is no tight arsed virgin. Hmm, this boy will be able to
accommodate him directly and he is literally begging to be fucked. The
only regret the man has, is the lack of light which stops a more
detailed inspection of the lad's marvellous buns and what is hidden
between them.

Moments later Alistair feels the familiar touch of the head of a cock
seeking entry. This is followed by the enlarging of his ring as the
head passes through. With Mac, once the head was inside him, the worst
was over, but with the man's cock, things just keep getting bigger. As
the man presses his weapon into Alistair, the boy feels his arse being
opened far greater than it ever has been in the past. But, thanks to
Dougie's insistence on Mac widening it, Alistair is able to endure it.
Although it must be said, it does make his eyes water.

Fortunately the man seems to be in no hurry, he pushes slightly and
then waits, allowing the boy to catch up. But, each time he pushes, a
little more of his manhood invades the boy, who is bent over, so
invitingly, before him. It therefore takes several minutes before
Alistair feels the welcome touch of the man's bush against his
buttocks, signalling that he is totally impaled on the man's cock.

With a grunt of satisfaction the man eases the last bit into the boy.
He pauses and asks, "Is everything OK?"

Alistair gasps, "Yeah!"

The man starts with long, slow and gentle strokes. Alistair savours he
feeling of the fat cock shaft rubbing on his prostate as his bowels are
filled and emptied solely by the movement of the man's hips. Unlike the
teenagers who have preceded him, the man is in no hurry to reach his
orgasm. He likes to enjoy a nice slow fuck, savouring the way the boy's
arse grips his weapon, For the man an orgasm is the icing on the cake,
and it should be postponed as long as possible.

For Alistair there is a deliciously wicked feeling about being bent
over a table and fucked by a total stranger. The slow rhythm of the
cock stirring up his guts is slightly hypnotic and he drifts off into
an erotic trance. Time seems to stand still and there are only two
things in the universe, his arse and the moving shaft inside it. He is
still lost to the world when an unexpected wet hand wraps itself round
his cock and makes him jump.

"It's OK Alistair, don't be frightened, I'm just going to make you
cum."

"Why?"

"Because then your beautiful little arse will go mad on my cock and
that will feel wonderful to me," whispers the man in his ear.

Then, true to his word, he makes Alistair climax and his wad shoots
uselessly under the table. The boy cries out and, as predicted, his
arse clamps up on the invading monster. The man now reaches the vinegar
strokes as he pistons his shaft in and out of the ring while it is in
spasm. Then he gets his release and the other end of the boy is now
filled with his jism.

As his seed shoots from his body the man cries out, "Jesus Christ!"

Alistair is held fast while the man finishes dumping his load. God, he
can actually feel the stuff being pumped into him! Then when the cock
finally comes to rest he moves his hips and begins to milk it. He is
going to keep that load inside him until at least tomorrow morning.

After a while the man pulls out leaving Alistair feeling very empty.
The man sits down and Alistair resumes his place on the man's lap,
bathed in the glow of one who has just been thoroughly fucked. They
cuddle in silence for a while, then a thought occurs to the boy.

"Will I see you again, sir?" says Alistair, not knowing the man's name.

"Oh, most surely Alistair, you are the sexiest young man that I've ever
had the pleasure of fucking. But don't call me sir, it sounds too
formal."

"What should I call you?"

"When we are alone, Ewan, when there are others present, Father Ewan."

Alistair stiffens and gasps, then says, "You're the priest?"

"Yes."

"But what about Sean?" Alistair blurts out, before he can stop himself.

"Alas, the beautiful, and very fuckable, Sean has gone. His dad got
promoted and the whole family moved south. But, I think I've just found
his replacement," says Ewan, running his hand round Alistair's buns,
then slipping a finger into the now yielding and soggy orifice hidden
between them.

The End

My thanks again to Sue for her editing skills, which stop me from
looking like a total idiot.

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