Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 13:37:37 +0000 From: Josh Cock Subject: Simon's Boy, Chapter Three Part A What the fuck? I swear you could hear the thud as my jaw dropped! I'd never said anything to Sam about him staying with me! I dimly heard Simon say, with a very sarcastic edge to his voice, "That good, was he?" followed by a crueller, "Or just nice and young? How you like `em!" I wanted to snarl back, `Yes, he was good, a fucking sight better than you ever were!' but I restrained myself. I stared at Sam, who was obviously pleased with himself, a look of something like triumph on his face. Then it hit me, someone at last switched the light on in my brain; Sam had set me up! All those questions; what sort of boys did I like, did I want to have him again, how long would I keep him? The seemingly random remarks like he had to suck me, he had to swallow; how he'd shave his legs and pubes if necessary; his desperation to spunk for me; they all suddenly made sense. Sense of a sort: Sam had planned this, but boys of only just thirteen don't plan things like this, do they? The thought flashed through my mind that it was Simon, not Sam, who'd done the planning; that he'd seen an easy way of getting rid of the boy for a bit; it was, after all, Simon's suggestion that I share a bed with young Sam and Simon knew very well that boys don't generally keep their underwear on if they are in bed with me! The thought was dismissed almost as soon as it arrived; there simply had not been the time or opportunity for Simon to plan this, and it was stretching things just a bit too far to believe that, even if there had been the opportunity, father and son would have colluded in organising so completely the son's seduction and consequent bedding. No, this was some sort of plot that Sam had hatched all on his own; the question was, `why'? "We need to talk," I said, and grabbed Sam by the arm, leading him back to his bedroom. "What the fuck is this all about, Sam?" I demanded as I shut the door behind us. I didn't demand in a gentle, understanding way, I was on the edge of anger at being so blatantly set up by a thirteen year old. Sam's look of triumph had gone, replaced with concern as he tried to fight off the tears that threatened to flow. "I thought you wanted to have me lots," he snivelled. "Of course I want to have you lots," I threw his words back at him, "But I never said anything about having you stay with me, did I!" "No," he said sullenly, his eyes wet now. "So why say I did?" "Because I fucked up!" he threw at me, defiance now oozing out of every inch of him. "I got it wrong, alright, I fucked it up! Like I fuck everything up!" He turned away from me and hurled himself on his bed and let the sobs come, his slender body heaving as he cried out his emotions. I moved across and sat beside him as he lay curled up on his bed. He shrugged me off turning his tear stained face away. "Fuck off!" he shouted and snivelled at the same time, "Just fuck fuckin' off!" I was tempted to do just that, deal with the situation by walking away from it; my brain said that was the best thing to do, my cock disagreed. Sam had been delightful in bed and it would be a shame to have him just for the one night if there were more on offer! Not the most noble of thoughts, but thirteen year old boys don't come my way that often these days, and this one wasn't just a thirteen year old boy, he was an available thirteen year old boy! I stayed where I was, sitting on the edge of his bed while he soaked his pillow, trying to work out how I could manage to move things around so I had a chance of getting inside his knickers again at some future point. "I thought you wanted me, an' you don't," he finally sniffled into his wet pillow. Now he thought I was rejecting him! Boys' moods switch so rapidly! "Come on, Sam, tell me why you said it. If I understand why, we can work something out," I said to him softly, trying to get through to him. Ok, I was a bit mad at him for claiming I wanted to take him away with me when no such thought had even entered my mind, let alone passed through my lips, but I hadn't meant to destroy him as much as I seemed to have done; and I really did want to get at his cock again. "You did take me a bit by surprise back there," I tried again. "You said you wanted me," he sniffled again, though it was a sniffle that might have been a snarl if he hadn't been crying. "I do want you, Sam, I think you're gorgeous." "So fuckin' gorgeous you don't wanna see me again!" Now that certainly wasn't true! Sam's body was something I most definitely wanted to see, and to come in contact with again! "That's not true, Sam," I said. I know it was a weak response, but it was all I could think of under the circumstances. "Got me knickers off and had yer fun, now you wanna dump me an' find some other kid to suck," he did snarl this time. That hit hard; it was near enough the truth to be painful. I hadn't planned Sam's seduction; I hadn't even known he existed. He'd simply been a convenient bit of boy flesh, convenient, tasty, available, and, it seemed, willing. I hadn't planned anything beyond last night; though, naturally, this morning I had been wondering how I might arrange to see him and sample him again. "I'm not dumping you, Sam." I know it sounded lame, but what else could I say? "I do want to see you again; lots. I just want to know why you pretended I was going to take you away with me." There was a pause while he got his tears under control; probably only a few seconds, though it seemed like ages. "Promise you won't be too mad at me," he managed to get out between sniffs. "Not mad at you, Sam, just, well, it did come as a bit of a shock, you saying it just like that." "I get everything wrong," he muttered, as though that explained things. "Just start at the beginning and talk it through with me," I whispered to him. "You don't have to look at me if you don't want to, but just tell me what's going on." I hoped that by telling him he could talk to his pillow it would be easier for him; he wouldn't have to suffer the embarrassment of looking at me to see if his words were making me mad at him or whatever. "Thought you liked me," he said to the pillow. "No, Sam, that's not starting at the beginning, that's starting somewhere towards the end," I smiled softly at his back. "Bastard," I heard him mutter, though it was in a far from insulting tone, nothing like the earlier snarls. He stayed quiet for a minute, trying to get his thoughts in order, his brain in working mode. He broke the silence with, "You gave me weed and booze so you could get at me cock." "No, Sam," I corrected him, "We did that bit before. I gave you weed and booze hoping it might give me a chance to get at your cock. It was a gamble. I gave you something I knew you'd like in the hope you just might let me have something I wanted. I suppose it was a sort of bribery, really." "What I meant," Sam accepted. "And then?" I prompted him, sensing he was ready to talk. "Heard you and him talking about how you liked boys, and I guessed you fancied me," he told his pillow. "Got that bit right," I said with a little laugh, knowing it would make him smile, even if he didn't want to. "So I pretended to be too stoned to notice when you put your arm round me shoulder, an' then I found it felt quite nice," he admitted to the pillow. "Then you got a bit closer and pretended to be asleep so I could have a better feel," I helped him out. "Yeh," and even though the pillow muffled it a bit, his sense of achievement in that came through in that one word. "Then," and he said this very softly, fully aware of just what he was confessing, "When you went for a piss when I got into bed, I thought I'd try to do the same as you." "How's that?" I asked, just a bit confused by this bit. "Give you what I knew you'd like, so you might give me what I wanted." "You need to explain that just a bit more, Sam." I even more confused. Sam had shown no signs of being the sort of boy in secret need of sex with a man, which is what I thought he was saying. "I'd let you have me cock, an if I found it ok, you know, I could sorta put up with it happenin', didn't make me feel sick or nothin', havin' a man playin' with me cock, I'd let you have more of what you wanted, an' then you said all the things that ol' stoned cunt wouldn't let you have, an' I thought if I let you have them, an' if I was good for you, you'd wanna do it with me lots and then you'd take me away from this shithole!" he blurted it all out in one breath, and then waited for my anger. There was no anger, I was too dumbstruck to be anything but dumbstruck! Encouraged by my silence, he went on, "You said he never snogged, sucked or fucked but you still stayed with him for years." "Go on," I said softly. I still couldn't follow his reasoning. Boys are usually so transparent; not Sam! "So I thought if I did those things for you, you'd be bound to stay with me." I put a hand on his shoulder and felt him tense at my touch, but I kept my hand there and he didn't flinch away. I squeezed his shoulder gently, trying to ease him through his tension, trying to let him know I was still there for him. "Can't fuckin' stay here;" Sam's voice was flat, devoid of emotion, but the words came from deep down; "Well fuckin' fucked if I stay here," and when he looked at me his eyes were pleading, begging, and I knew I couldn't let him stay there either. "Not saying you were right doing all that, Sam, but you were incredibly brave," I whispered, just a bit in awe of this thirteen year old boy. He wasn't one of those who knew from an early age that he was homosexual, and he hadn't suddenly discovered that he was, he had deliberately calculated that his body might be a route out of here and he was prepared to take that route even though it meant giving that body to a man approaching seventy. Yeh, I was in awe, but, more importantly, I was back in charge now; I knew where Sam was coming from and if I made a deal with him it would be a deal that gave me all I wanted. Again, not a noble thought, but my cock sensed the possibility of plenty of fun times ahead. "Why brave?" he asked. He hadn't seen it that way at all, but the idea that he had been brave appealed to him now, as it was intended to; boys love being flattered. "I could have just taken advantage of you," I said softly, "Fucked your arse raw and waved goodbye." "But you ain't like that," he said. "You never went near me arse an' you told me not to do anything I didn't like. An' you were really nice to me when I couldn't spunk, an' I thought I'd fucked it all up." "Still a huge risk, Sam." Then, bothered about his earlier statement, I asked, "I hope you didn't do things you didn't like; kissing and sucking and stuff?" "Course not, you daft cunt," he said turning to face me at last; his eyes were still wet, but he had that huge grin on his face again; " Didn't know if I was gonna like it, but I fuckin' loved it." Boys are so uncomplicated, Sam had hatched what he thought was a really cunning plan; it seemed to have fallen flat, so now he told me all about it! Now, instead of him being in control of his plan, I was; in his delightful boyish innocence he'd just handed himself to an experienced sexual predator who was hungry for his flesh! There is something irresistible about a tear stained thirteen year old who's just poured everything out to you, so I just had to kiss him. It was meant to seem like a little reassuring peck on the forehead, but Sam didn't take it like that. He rammed his salty mouth against mine and forced his tongue between my lips. "Then I went an' fucked it up," he said into my shoulder when the kissing finished. "No, you didn't fuck it up; you just went about it the wrong way, that's all." He looked at me with that hint of hope in his eyes again, and I thought it was time to make things right for him. "So let's do it properly this time, and if you still want to come with me we can go back in the other room, with my arm round you and I'll say that you are coming to live with me. Not just stay for a bit, but live with me." He looked at me, and his eyes filled with tears again, but happy ones this time. "You mean it?" he almost pleaded. "Yeh, I mean it," I smiled at him. Of course I meant it! I'd got a young thirteen year old boy offering me regular access to his body if I took him away with me: I had good reason to smile! "Fuckin' love you," he said with a big sniff to suck the tears back in. "Right," I said, making a game of it for his benefit; a game whose result was already decided, only the margin of my victory remaining to be discovered. "First you tell me you want to stay with me, not for any stupid reason like you're in love with me or crap like that, just the plain, simple truth, it's a way out of this shit hole." He giggled at my use of his own description of Si's place, and said, trying to sound serious, "Can I come and stay with you, so I can get out of this dump?" "I'm willing to consider that, Sam," I said, straight-faced, "On certain conditions." "What conditions?" he asked, a trace of uncertainty in his voice. "First, I have total, unrestricted access to all of your body whenever I want it," I began my list. He never hesitated, just a big grin. "Yeh, of course," he said. "I warn you that I am a greedy bastard, so I will want it lots." "Cool," he smirked, "The more the better. I love wanking and now I love you sucking it even more." "Good," I smiled at him, this was going well! "And, since you have a gorgeous body, I will want to look at it all the time. That means you'll be naked for me most of the time. In fact," I continued, pushing things as far as I could, "You'll only have clothes on if we go out anywhere." He thought for a second, then giggled, "I hope you got good heating at your place!" "Be very clear about this, Sam," I said carefully, "Make no mistakes; there's going to be an awful lot of sex. This whole deal is based on me having your gorgeous body as much as I want." He nodded his acceptance of that basic fact, sugared as it was by me saying his body was gorgeous. "I know," he said. "I know you're gonna fuck me lots an' I'm ok with that." He really did want to escape from his shit hole! He was willing to do almost anything to get away, and certainly didn't consider his arse to be too high a price to pay. "Two more things," I said. "What?" What more could there be than his arse? "You will have to learn Spanish and learn to play golf." "Learn Spanish? What for?" His bewilderment was almost comical. "Because we'll be living in Spain, in my apartment on a golf course, that's why." "You kidding?" he managed when he'd got control of his jaw. "No," I said, "Rural southern Spain. It'll be a bit hot there now, but you certainly won't feel the need for clothes." "Fuck me," he breathed. "No worries there, Sam," I grinned at him, "That's very high on my list of things to do." He gave me that lovely ear to ear grin, and, since his mouth was open, I took advantage of it, leaned in and put my tongue inside it. Eventually I took him back into the other room -- it was either that or take his clothes off, and that could wait for another hour or so. "I'm taking him with me, Si," I announced to his bong smoking parent. "He's got a nice body and he's willing enough to have it used." "Fine by me," Si said, completely unconcerned that his thirteen year old son was being carted off to be used as a bed warmer. "I was gonna get hold of the social to take him, just ain't got round to it yet." We established that there was no problem with his school since he'd been living well away from Bristol and would have had to start a new one anyway in September. `The bitch', as Si called the boy's mother, had made it clear she wanted nothing more to do with him, and he was not on any register with Social Services. All he needed was a passport and I sent Sam off to the Post Office to get a passport application form so Si could sign it as his legal parent. Sam's few possessions were bundled into a dustbin bag and loaded, along with him, into my car, and off we went to start Sam's new life as my boy toy. "Thanks," he muttered shyly as we drove off. "What for?" "For getting me out of that place." He spoke with real feeling and I couldn't help feeling sorry for him. "You're fuckin' magic," he told me. "Don't get carried away, Sam," I said without looking at him, "Remember, I only want you for your cock." "Yeh," he grinned, "And me arse." "And the bits above and below them," I grinned back and he gave a bark of laughter. "Dirty ol' cunt," he giggled. "Better get used to it, Sam," I teased him. "Ready and willin'," he said again, and the happiness was evident in his voice. The thought flashed through my mind that all the crying and stuff earlier, had been an act, his plan B in case the first one, just saying he was coming to live with me, hadn't worked out; but Sam was only just thirteen, and that would have been beyond his young, simple scheming. Wouldn't it? It was well past mid day now, and I was getting hungry, so I was pretty sure my thirteen year old was starving. I stopped at a Hungry Horse near my home and took him in to feed. He looked lost when I gave him a menu and asked what he was allowed to have. "Anything you want," I reassured him. "Steak's good." "Steak?" he squeaked. "Never had steak." "Time you did, then," and I ordered him a big one, along with all the chips and stuff. He virtually licked the plate clean and looked at me with something suspiciously like adoration in his eyes. That was ok, I didn't mind him adoring me, and it might make him even more willing to have my cock in his arse. I did have to warn him, though, that he would have to be careful about such displays of affection in public. "Why?" he asked innocently. "Because people might just possibly get the wrong idea," I explained. He thought for a moment, then grinned as understanding dawned. "You mean the right idea, don't you?" "True," I smirked at him, "But shagging thirteen year old boys is frowned on in England. We'll be ok in Spain, but save the affection bit for indoors while we're here." "What's different about Spain?" he wanted to know. "Age of consent is thirteen in Spain, so you're legal there. People see us together there, they'll just assume you're a relative or I'm one lucky old man." He giggled. "And they won't give a toss which," I added, which made him giggle again. "Though there will be quite a few who'll just be plain jealous;" which made him crack up. "How soon can we go?" he wanted to know. "Just as soon as your passport arrives," I told him, "Till then we'll just have to fuck here." "Can't wait to get started," he said and poked his tongue out, slowly and lasciviously licking his lips. "Sam, you can't do that sort of thing in public!" I remonstrated with him, checking around to see if anyone had noticed. "Best get me somewhere more private, then," he said, deliberately licking his lips again. I hustled him out of the pub, across the road and into my house. "Right," I commanded, "Get upstairs, have a shower and make sure your arse is seriously clean." "Gonna bum me then? he giggled, obviously expecting the answer would be yes. "I'm gonna start getting your arse ready for my cock," I told him truthfully, "And the sooner I can get it in there the better it will feel." "My arse or your cock?" he cheeked me. "Definitely my cock, your arse had just better get used to it," I let him know. "Oh, it will," he promised, "I'm gonna be the best boy you ever fucked." One thing seemed certain; I had no worries about corrupting Sam, he was already on my own perverted wavelength! "Don't know about that," I teased, "But you'll certainly be the youngest." He looked me in genuine amazement. "You never fucked a kid younger than me?" he asked, staring at me with those dark eyes wide in surprise. "Bloody hell, Sam," I grinned, "If I'd have got at you a couple of months ago you'd still have been twelve!" "Yeh," he sniggered, "An' I bet you'd have loved it!" He was probably right, of course, but I didn't tell him that. Before I could even think of a reply, he stuck his tongue out, wiggled it suggestively, and wondered, "I reckon you'd have loved to fuck me even younger than twelve." He perused me with those dark eyes and added, "Reckon you'd have wanted me clothes off when I was ten or eleven." Once again, he was right! His delicious, slender body would have been wonderful at that sort of age with an undeveloped cock and undropped balls, perfect for cuddling and fondling. I don't go for boys that age, but I must confess to often wondering what a boy of fourteen or fifteen whose arse I'm buried in, would have been like when he was still in junior school. "Ah, but would they have come off?" I said, playing this little game with him. "Yeh, probably, for a joint or two." He went thoughtful for a moment, the, with a huge grin, added, "Def for you, you old perv." "If they had," I laughed with him, "Your hole would be as wide as the Channel Tunnel by now." "Probably will be before I'm fourteen," he sniggered. "Fuckin' better be anyway," and he skipped out of the way of the playful punch I threw at him. "An' no kinky stuff, tyin' me up and whippin' me and things," he laughed from a safe distance. "Not till I'm legal." "We'll be in Spain in a couple of weeks," I pointed out and he shouted with laughter. "Oh, yeh, forgot," he said when the laughter subsided. "Now, get in the shower and get cleaned up," I ordered him with mock seriousness. "Yes, sir!" he barked back at me, snapping to attention and giving an American style salute. "Bum boy Sam will clean up and report for duty, sir!" We both collapsed in helpless giggles. How on earth had I struck so lucky? A thirteen year old boy with a filthy mind, a wild sense of humour with a gorgeous and completely available body, and all mine to play with! I used the downstairs bathroom to shave again and clean the bits that need cleaning, then went, naked, back to the lounge to put some boy porn in the blue ray so it would be playing on the sixty inch plasma when Sam came back down. The stairs drummed as Sam hurled himself down them and burst into the lounge. His eyes fixed on me, naked on the sofa, and he treated me to one of his wider smiles. "Stripped and ready for action, then," he giggled, obviously not at all unwilling to start his new career straight away. "I like being naked, Sam," I informed him, "And anyway, it cuts down on the washing." "Wicked," he beamed, "We really gonna be starkers all the time?" "I usually am, and you are just too fucking beautiful to be anything but naked." I gave his slender form a good staring at while I spoke and he blushed just ever so slightly. "You really think I'm beautiful?" The tone was a mixture of semi derision -- boys aren't beautiful, are they? -- and pleasure at me thinking he was. He struck a pose so I could admire him better, one hand on his hip and one leg bent so he was up on the toes of one foot, the classical pose that artists have arranged their boy models in since sculpture and painting began. "Like what you see?" he wanted to know, though he already knew the answer. "Wondered if I should have a shave," he said, "So you could pretend I was younger, but I thought I'd better ask you first." "Nice thought, Sam," I thanked him, "But leave them for now. Just those few make you look well sexy, says you're still young, but you can spunk as well." "Cool," he grinned. "Just wanna be perfect for you." "Have no fears about that!" I said feelingly. "You are absolutely perfect!" "Awesome," he smirked, then did a ninety degree turn so I could look at the back view. "Me arse ok?" he asked over his shoulder, "It's well clean. You could eat yer dinner from it." "Now that is a tempting thought," I said with a very definite smile. Sam doubled up with sniggers. "Dirty old cunt," he said when he regained control. "Love it!" "Bring that delicious boy flesh over here so I can have a grope around," I told him and patted the sofa beside me. He did, with a spin and a bound he threw himself on the sofa beside me and noticed the plasma screen for the first time. "Fuck me," he breathed as his eyes went wide at the succession of naked boys that appeared before him. It was a collection that I'd put together from quick raids on various internet sites, the sort of sites the morality police frown on and keep a close check on, so the raids were done on computers I picked up at boot sales and then got rid of having wiped the discs first. The boys shown aged from around ten to fourteen and many of them appeared both soft and hard. I'd created the finished blue ray disc myself, so as you can imagine, there were plenty of close ups and zoom in's of the important bits. "Later," I grinned. He sniggered at my taking his exclamation as an invitation and called me a dirty minded old cunt again, then fixed his attention back on the screen. "Like looking at naked boys, then, Sam?" I said, and from the way his cock was beginning to rise it was evident he didn't find the slide show distasteful! "Never seen a boy naked before," he croaked, "And look at them boners!" "Nice, aren't they," I commented, "And every one of them would be fun in bed." "Yeh," he breathed before he realised what he'd said. "Shouldn't have said that, really, should I," he sniggered. "Bit naughty." "Why?" I teased. "Not `sposed to wanna go to bed with boys, am I," he grinned. "Get told off for things like that!" "Not by me," I pointed out. "Nah, that's `cos you're a dirty ol' man an' you like shaggin' boys." "True on both counts," I agreed and we both giggled. "Ain't never seen no naked girls, either," he confessed. "Got some girl porn as well, so we can easily put that right." "Awesome," he breathed, "But leave the boys on for now!" "Turn you on, do they, Sam?" I smiled at him, reaching for his very hard four inches. "Nah," he grinned back, "Who'd be turned on by boys with a hard on?" He sucked in his breath as I fondled his cock, pinching and twiddling his foreskin. "Really don't know," I said offhandedly, easing his skin back just far enough to expose his slit. "You know anyone who might be?" "Nah, not really," he smiled openly at me, "'Less it's a dirty old man who's got a boy to play with." "You know anyone like that?" I traced a finger over his exposed slit, drawing a little gasp from him. "Might do." "But has he got a boy to play with?" "Depends," Sam grinned, enjoying the treatment his cock was getting. "Depends on what?" I was curious to see where this word game would take us. "Well," Sam said, trying to keep a straight face as he teased me, "I heard there was this old man who got a boy to get his knickers off by givin' him some weed." "Really? What happened?" "As I heard it, the boy got stoned and let the old man do anything he wanted." "Is that right? I bet the boy had a sore arse." "Nah, the ol' man never fucked him, but I reckon if he gave the boy another joint, he'd get in his arse real easy." "So the old man's got to give the boy a spliff every time he wants to play with him, has he?" "Nah, course not," Sam giggled, "But the boy wouldn't mind a joint while he watches porn an' gets kissed an' cuddled before he gets fucked for the first time." "Only the one, though," Sam," I said, being serious. "He wouldn't want the boy getting like his father." "No fuckin' way!" Sam snapped out of the game. "An' you don't have to give me joints to have sex with me." He was really serious now, concerned his game had been misunderstood. He stared at me, his eyes pleading that he hadn't fucked up. "I know that, Sam," I comforted him, "And a joint now would be a good idea. Help us relax." "Yeh." He drew in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds then confessed his confusion. "I ain't never been no-one's bum boy before. Don't know what I'm `sposed to do." "No, you haven't, have you Sam." I moved my hand from his cock to his shoulder. "Till I got you stoned and got your knickers off, you were pure, innocent and virginal." "Don't know about the pure," he managed to smile, "'Cos I got a well dirty mind, but I guess I was really innocent and I certainly was virginal. Still am a virgin, I `spose." "And you can stay that way if you want." Much as I wanted his arse, he had to give it to me, I was never going to just take it. "Nah," he sighed, "Promised you me arse, an' I don't break promises." "Won't hold you to it, Sam. You must only ever do stuff you like doing." "Won't know if I like it till I try it, will I?" I cuddled him tight and he melted into me. "An' I bet you'll make sure I like it," he said. "Why's that, Sam?" I kissed his ear. "So I'll want you to do it again, you daft cunt!" His moment of indecision had passed as quickly as it had come. Such is the nature of boys, and if you are going to love boys you have to go with their mood swings. I do love boys! I rolled us a joint each. I was serious about not wanting Sam to get hooked on the stuff, or dependant on it to get him up for sex, but, as I planned on taking his physical education a stage further, I felt it reasonable for him to be a little high when new things happened. I'd switched the porn to a Japanese one; Japanese porn is real porn, not at all like the often poorly filmed Eastern European or Russian stuff where the boys are street kids, desperate for money. Japanese boys are in it for the fun of it, ok, they get paid as well, but their evident enjoyment of having uninhibited sex with each other is clear to see. It's good quality too, though the tendency to pixilation of the genitals can be irritating. This one didn't suffer from that, and every smallest detail of five boys, who seemed to be aged between fifteen and eighteen, was there in glorious high definition. "That is so fuckin' horny," Sam breathed, his somewhat stoned eyes fastened on a full screen close up of a cock plunging deep into the youngest boy's hole; and his cock, which hadn't gone down since he saw the first naked young boy on screen some fifteen minutes ago, pulsed with need. "Look at his face," Sam almost moaned, "He's lovin' it!" I stroked his cock for him because it obviously needed some attention and he sucked in his breath as he felt my fingers close round it. We smoked our joints while Sam was glued to the screen and I stroked his beautiful thighs and played with his foreskin. He actually moaned out load at the money shots, groaning as each stream of cream jerked from a cock to land on a boy's stomach, neck or face. "Oh, they spunk loads," he groaned. "Wish I could shoot that much." "You will, just give it time," I breathed in his ear. "Can't be soon enough," he moaned, jealous of the porn boys' ability. "I think it's a shame they don't pump it into mouths or holes," I observed, watching to see how he reacted to that." "Yeh," he agreed, "It's good to watch it spurtin' out, but it would be well horny if they shot it into each other." "Remember, Sam," I warned him, "I don't allow spunk to be wasted, so no sneaky wanks or anything." "No chance," he giggled. "Much more fun havin' you do it for me." "That's my boy," I smiled at him. "Nice dirty mind and a bit of common sense to go with it." "Wicked," he smirked, the added, "You wanna snog me now?" Joints finished, I wrapped my arms round him and drew him in so our tongues could do their own thing. I've had some willing and eager thirteen year olds, but Sam was more than that. He wasn't just giving his body to be used for his own sexual gratification, though he was certainly getting plenty of that, he was giving me Sam; he was keeping nothing back, nothing hidden, nothing private. When the bout of sex was finished, he wouldn't be getting dressed and leaving, sated and forgetting about it till his body needed gratifying again, he'd stay beside me, still naked, still willing and available for anything more I wanted from him. Sam's instincts had gone back into the deep recesses of race memory, back to the formative times of man's history, when the life of an adolescent boy was a life of danger. As an infant and a pre-pubescent boy, maternal instincts and the need for race survival would have kept him as safe as possible, but as he grew into adolescence he would have become prey. Food for the numerous predators who roamed his world, a growing threat to his parent who would increasingly see him as a danger, another male to be warned off or killed, he would not have had the skills or the strength to guarantee survival. He would need to learn to hunt, to spot and avoid danger, to survive in a hostile world. He would have needed a man to protect him and teach him, a man to whom he was not a threat, not competing for his woman or challenging for his place in their hierarchical society. In return for protection he would give his body. On the days' long hunts, safe somewhere in a cave, perhaps, he would give himself to satisfy his protector's needs, a willing surrender of his flesh as payment for his survival. This is what Sam was doing now. He had no idea that his instincts were two million years old, that by making his body available to the man he'd taken as his protector he was ensuring his survival long enough to breed and continue the species. In Sam's case, that meant his escape from what he'd seen as a living hell. Wasted and drowsy, he'd forced his mind to allow his body to indulge in the sex his rampaging hormones had cried out for. Drugged by cannabis and alcohol, he'd discarded his twenty first century moral conventions and inhibitions and just enjoyed what happened, finding the more he showed he enjoyed it, the more he responded, the better it became. His subconscious had done the rest, dragged up the deeply hidden race memory, made the connections for him and Sam had realised his body was a way out of the hell his life seemed to be. He had moments of doubt, of course, he was a twenty first century boy and boys now don't have the same simple perceptions as boys did two million years ago, and he knew society would condemn his actions and destroy his protector. He liked being cuddled and fondled, liked being told he was beautiful, liked, what to him, was the luxury he found himself in, and if the only price he had to pay was to give his flesh up to pleasures it so very obviously enjoyed, then it was a price he was going to pay, and pay willingly. Any remaining doubts he might have had went with the weed he smoked and he kissed me passionately, his tongue twisting in my mouth and his cock solid in my hand.