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The Emancipation of Oscar Lewis.

By John Teller.

Part 4.

Jeremy Foster.

I'm doing my best not to laugh every time Michelle's eyes meet mine. The confession that was revealed in unfortunate circumstances when Oscar heard that she fancied me is still amusing... to both of us. The desire is still there in both of us, but I doubt it will happen now. But one never knows. I'm still not sure about Ted. Some men like the idea of a ménage à trios to spice up a waning sex life. Maybe Michelle does, too. Lust can be a loose cannon when desire rears it's beautiful head.

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Ted hardly mentioned it in the pub. He just said that everything seemed fine now and that once they'd got over the slight embarrassment, things had returned to normal before he left home. But he didn't have much time to really find out if things are back to normal: Oscar didn't get up until eleven. I didn't tell him that neither did I. Making long passionate love to Oscar most of the night had taken its toll on me. I normally have a wank on Sunday mornings while I'm looking at some of the juicier photographs of the boys that have filled my adult life with sex, but not today. I did glance through them when I had a coffee, and then I hid the really juicy ones deep in the back of the wardrobe just to make sure a nosey Oscar never discovers them. He asked if I would show him some pictures of the boys I've had, and I told him I would. So I sorted out some that were at least presentable and placed them within easy reach for when it does happen. Just one I included that was suggestive. It's one of young Jimmy Dobson who was my sex companion in Halifax - the fourteen year old who could shoot ropes of spunk into my throat. I chose that one because he's nowhere as good-looking as Oscar, but it was taken in the middle of a hot summer and he's dressed only in blue shorts and nothing else. He's in the lounge, lying lengthways on his belly on the sofa facing away from me, watching TV, and I took it after we'd had sex for an hour. He's got his hands around the cushion that his head is resting on, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee, and his shorts are drawn up, revealing his splendid inner thighs almost to his gorgeous bum, which is displayed perfectly by the tight shorts. The reason I want to show that to Oscar is because I want it to be an introduction to me taking photographs of him in compromising positions. Maybe even a film with the video camera I bought last year?

Some boys like to exhibit themselves, and others baulk at the idea. I've got some photographs of little ten year old Brian McGelvy that are so pornographic they've provided me with years of wanking material. Some depict him sucking me off and me reciprocating, others with my dick buried prostate-deep inside his gorgeous little bum, and others with his little body covered with my spunk. Brian was a spunk addict, much like Jimmy Dobson who would deep throat me like a pro. Maybe Oscar will pose like that for me one day.  

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Oscar has a look on his face like a cat that's swallowed the cream; happy and contented, and he's chatting away as if nothing that happened bothers him in the slightest. Boys eh! One minute they're down in the dumps, and the next they're on top of the world. In fact, the whole meal is eaten in an atmosphere of fun and bonhomie that wasn't even there before all this happened. And we talk about Ted and his operation and me coming to stay here to be with Oscar, and we even decide that Oscar and I will go up to Birmingham on Saturday to see his father. Most probably, the project will be in full swing on that day, but I can have the odd day off if it's necessary. After all, I am head surveyor and I do have underlings who I can delegate work to.

Just like last week, I take my leave at around five, and Oscar accompanies me with the dog. No sooner are we in the caravan than he's on the sofa with his jeans around his ankles, and I'm sucking him off. Then he's off, and I watch him through the window until he disappears into the gloom.

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Monday morning and I watch him from behind the net curtains, but I don't go out. Nevertheless, because he stares at the window and smiles as he passes, I know he knows I'm watching him. That's better than being ignored like last Monday. I don't see him later in the day, but on Tuesday evening at nine o' clock, he knocks on the door and I let him and Jack in. He's told Ted and Michelle that he's going to call and have a coffee, so we're not so much in a hurry this time, and once Jack has settled in front of the fire he's in the bedroom with his trainers and jeans off and lying on his belly waiting to reward me for being patient. Vaseline around his rectum and I'm inside him, and for the first time since Sunday I have my first climax and fill his bum with two days of pent up spunk. He's getting better at it and is pushing back at me whilst holding my balls, and this time I'm in even deeper when I unload. To save him washing, when I've withdrawn (which he doesn't like, because it makes him feel like he's having a stiff dump), I clean him up with tissues and a damp cloth. Then I suck him off a different way; sitting against the headboard as he fucks my face while I caress his back and bum. He soon gets into the swing of it, and when he climaxes, he's got hold of my head and is pumping away like a steam piston as that small spurt of boy juice hits the back of my throat. Then, before he leaves, we stand by the door and kiss long soft kisses, and he's got a sparkle in his eyes when he says he'll see me tomorrow when he comes home from school. I've arranged to work until six in the evening, and then I'll be going to his house and meet him there. Ted and Michelle will be leaving in the morning, so Oscar will have to be home alone until I get to him. He's not bothered about that; he says he'll get dinner ready for us. Apparently, Michelle has spent a lot of time sorting out lots of stuff for us to eat while they're away. Tomorrow we're having her home made meat and potato pie and mushy peas and gravy. Oscar and I had a laugh earlier when I suggested to leave off the mushy peas or we'd spend most of the night farting. Things are getting easier now we can joke about such things.

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Oscar Lewis.

The first thing I do when I get home from school is take Jack for a long walk so that he doesn't bother me until late, and after I've fed him I run a hot bath and have a good soak. I've not had a wank since Jezza sucked me off last night, and I'm desperate for one now, but because I'll be with him soon, I play carefully with my cock and tell it that it has to wait until the expert arrives, and then push a soapy finger up my bum to make myself really clean for when he gets here at six. I'm lying right back with my feet on the sides of the bath while I'm messing about `up there'. Then I remember the hair brush with the long smooth handle, get out of the bath and go and get it. I soap it up big style, and push it in. Unlike Jezza's cock, it's hard and unyielding, but I persevere until every bit of it is inside me. It's not pleasant, so I slowly draw it out. This is the part I don't like: it's like having a crap, and it leaves my bum sore for a couple of minutes after I've taken it out. But one thing I do notice, even though it isn't pleasant, my cock stays hard all the while it's in me. I decide to try it again, but this time my insides don't want to take it, so I pull it out about halfway and leave it there. After a while, it slips out on its own and floats on the top of the water. I examine it. It's quite long; about eight inches. I reckon Jezza's cock is about that long, so that means if I can get this right up me, then I can get Jezza's cock right up me as well if I really try. I know his cock is thicker, but even though it's hard when he pushes it in me, it's sort of not hard. I noticed the last time that it fits itself to the shape of my insides, and it doesn't hurt anywhere near as much as this hard thing.

He really liked it when I let him do it last night. It seems that it's always me who's having all the pleasure, so I decided before I got to the caravan that I was going to let him do it. That's why I went straight on my belly for him to do it. We're getting it off to a fine art now, and it took just a blob of Vaseline, a couple of shoves, and he was up me. Then, when I went onto my knees and reached under and grabbed his balls and pulled, he went in further than he's been before, and it took him only a few seconds before he was going crazy and filling me up. I think he's been about halfway in me now, and the funny thing is that when he's in me, it's not really hurting. It only hurts when he pulls out of me. But I tried not to think of that part last night when he was up me, and I concentrated on making it really nice for him. I even rolled my bum around a lot to show him that I was enjoying it. That's becoming important to me. Not only is it making it nicer for him, but after he's fucked me, he spends a lot of time making it nicer for me. It's as if I've satisfied him, and he can get down to enjoying really making me feel nice.

But I won't let him fuck me first tonight. One of the reasons I've washed my bum out is because I want him kissing it and sucking it and putting his tongue up me. If he didn't like doing it, I think it would bother me, but he loves playing with my hole with his lips and tongue and mouth. So I'll make him do that first while I wank myself off, and then he can fuck me. If I can wait that long! I've nearly gone over the top while I've been playing with it in the bath. I'd better get out before it happens.

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Jeremy Foster.

I've known some sexy boys, but Oscar is as sexy as any I've had, and sexier than most. Looks have never been a determining factor in whether I form an association with a boy. Providing they're nice lads and sort of fit into what I consider to be sexy; looks-wise, some of them have been ordinary. Yes, I like a nice trim body, but I've enjoyed those with a bit of puppy fat on them too. Twelve year old Saul Davies was on the tubby side, but he was a lovely boy. He wasn't particularly over-sexed, but I enjoyed him because he had a lovely sense of humour, and having sex with him was fun. The only time he stopped giggling was when I'd got him right on the vinegar stroke and his sexual feelings got the better of his sense of humour. He let me wank between his ample buttocks, but he wouldn't let me fuck him. His forte was wanking me off while he sat on my thighs. He'd go hell for leather at my dick, and then grin when he directed my spurting spunk wherever the fancy took him... mostly on my face. Then almost before I'd recovered, he'd have his pants on and be off. But it was never long before his grinning face appeared again and he let me have him. Michael James was another who wouldn't have won any beauty contests, but he was a cute bugger. He had ginger hair and loads of freckles. He was the same age as Oscar, thirteen, and he had a lovely long dick, perfectly shaped and bent like a Tesco's top class banana. I always had to hold the base of his dick when he was on the vinegar stroke or he would have ruptured my epiglottis when he made his final, ecstatic thrusts. He was more advanced than Oscar. Although he couldn't shoot ropes of semen like Jimmy Dobson, he could produce a nice amount of thick, creamy semen that I savoured long after he was gone. If anything, Michael's semen was the sweetest I've ever tasted. But boys are like that; all have different shaped dicks and slight differences in the taste of their produce, much like a grocer's shop. Yes, that's a good analogy, unless one gets a coconut. But I have had a couple of those; very difficult to crack, but once inside, the flesh is very succulent, and the milk as sweet as honey.

Oscar is not as well developed as some of my former boyfriends, but what he lacks in maturity he more than makes up for in looks and sexiness. He's one of those boys that would turn faces (men's or girls) if he was walking along a beach in a pair of speedos. His exceptional good-looks and fantastic body would do that. And when I walk into the cottage and he comes directly to me dressed in a pair of warm cotton pyjamas, I draw him into my arms and kiss him. He wants the kiss, because he immediately wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me down to get at my lips. He's worked up, and so am I when I slip my hands inside his pyjamas and find that he's wearing no underpants, and while we kiss and I'm fondling his gorgeous buttocks, he's humping at me in sexual frustration. One thing is certain, even though I'm hungry; I know the meal will have to wait.

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He can't even wait for us to go upstairs on the bed. The moment we break the kiss, he's dragging me into the lounge, and with me still dressed and my arse warming on the log fire, he's lying on the sofa with his bum on the edge, his legs up in the air with his pyjama bottoms around his ankles, and I'm feasting on his delicious hole. He's at the perfect height for me to thumb his bum cheeks wide apart and devour that delicious morsel, and while I lick and suck and tongue him, he wanks himself off and squeals with delight when the feelings overtake him. When it's over and he's relaxed, I grin at him, and say, "I think you needed that."

He grins back at me. "It's killed me not to do it since last night. Are you hungry?"

I chuckle. "Couldn't you tell?"

He giggles really loudly. "You like doing that, don't you!"

I go up and stare down into his face, and then I kiss him softly on the lips. I thought he might baulk at that considering my lips and tongue had just been up his arse, but he pouts his lips and returns the kiss. That's a first, and it pleases me. Every time before when I've had anal, oral sex with him, I've brushed my teeth and gargled before kissing him, but it seems as if he's got over that particular constraint. "I love it. That part of you turns me on more than anything. Do I disgust you?"

He shakes his head. "No. I'm glad it does. It makes me feel nice knowing that you can do that and not be sick. Is it because it's me?"

I nod. "I told you that you're the most beautiful boy I've ever met, and that I'm in love with you. What that really means is that I love every single bit of you, including your lovely bum. I enjoy doing it, but if you didn't like it, then I wouldn't do it. You do like it, don't you?"

He nods. "I had a bath before you got here, and put a soapy finger up there so I'd be clean for you. Could you taste the soap?"

I grin. "No... just you."

"And what do I taste like?"

I kiss his nose. "A sexy boy."

He giggles. "Am I nicer than meat and potato pie?"

I get up and smack his bum. "Definitely not! Have you warmed it up?"

He laughs. "No. I thought it would be a waste of time knowing what I was going to make you do first."

I stand up and pull him to his feet, and he's still pulling up his pyjama bottoms when we go into the kitchen.

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When we've eaten the meal and washed the dishes and put them away, we go into the lounge and sit together on the sofa. The TV is on, but neither of us is watching it. Instead, I make him tell me about his day and what he's been up to at school. We chuckle a lot, especially when I ask him if Peter Childs in year six has been ogling him. Then Michelle rings from Birmingham and he spends quite a while chatting to her before handing me the phone to talk to her. Ted's operation has been put back a day and he won't be having it until Friday now. She sounds all apologetic when she says that they may be a day or two later getting home than planned. I assure her that's it's not a problem, and that I've got Oscar well and truly under control. He has to put his hand to his mouth to stifle his laugher when I say that, so I make a stern face to tell him to be quiet. But that makes him worse, and he has to go into the kitchen to relieve his amusement. I end the call and tell him he can come back in now. He's still giggling when I grab him and pull him down onto the sofa and try to pull his pyjama bottoms down. We wrestle for a while, and then he gives in and lets me get at his dick, which is now as hard as a nail again. This time, I just push him back onto the end of the sofa and wank him off while we're kissing. At nine o'clock, because he has to go school tomorrow, I tell him it's time for bed. He pulls a face and says it's too early. I tell him that we're going to bed, and that I never mentioned sleep. Then he makes me laugh when he says that because he's not dressed, I'm the one who's got to take the dog for a walk, and I can't stop grinning while Jack is pissing everywhere and I have to collect his crap in a plastic bag when he shits on the pavement. Thank goodness its hard stuff and not a gooey mess, or I might have left it. When I get back, Oscar is nowhere to be seen. I know where he is, so I lock up, put the guard in front of the fire, and go upstairs.

Because it's only a two bedroomed cottage, when we discussed me staying, it was agreed that I'd sleep in Ted's and Michelle's bed. But Oscar and I have made other plans. Although he only has a single bed, he said he wasn't going to sleep in his mother's bed because it wouldn't feel right us doing stuff in there, so we're sleeping in his bed. I complained that we wouldn't have much room, but he was adamant that we were not sleeping in his parents' room.

He's left the light on and is lying under the duvet when I go in, watching me as I explore the place. It's a nice bedroom, decorated in light blue; a proper boy's room with posters of various sports cars, and one large one of scrambling bikes tearing round a dusty race track. I find it rather melancholy and sweet that I'm sharing a room with a boy. I've never done this before, so it makes it even more special. I'm in my boyfriend's boudoir; the private place where he can be himself and discover his sexuality. But even he couldn't have dreamed just over a week ago that he'd be sharing it with a lover twenty years older than himself, and there's even less chance that he knew he would be getting fucked in here. And he will. I've brought the Vaseline.

I use the bathroom, making sure to clean my dick scrupulously clean, and clean my teeth until they sparkle. Then I spray deodorant over my body. Because he's commented on it before and said it makes him feel sexy when he smells it, I know he likes the brand I use. And I know he won't have any on, because I've specifically asked him not to. I want to smell Oscar: I want to smell boy.   

He's got his hands behind his head, studying me when I strip naked, and I don't miss the fact that he can't keep his eyes off my dick, which is swollen with anticipation of what's going to happen tonight. When I go to the bed, he folds the duvet back so I can get in beside him, and when I'm in, he's on me immediately, his arms wrapped around my neck and thrusting his young body into me. Despite having two climaxes earlier, Oscar is still as randy as hell, and I'm positively bursting with lust when he grinds his dick into my belly. But Oscar is clever. Despite his own needs, he knows that mine are more urgent, and as soon as the mad moment is over, he turns onto his belly.

I can see him smiling into the pillows as I apply Vaseline to his puckered hole, being careful not to hurt him. First one finger, and then two, and then three to loosen him up. Then he draws his knees under him and spreads his legs in the doggy position... waiting... perhaps wanting to be fucked? When he pulls his bum cheeks wide with both hands, I pull my foreskin right back and rub his anus with my knob. He pulls his bum cheeks even wider, and I push, watching intently as it slips through the tight opening. When his anal ring clamps around my dick, I wait for a short while, just making slight thrusting movements. He's an amazing boy really. I've had boys who have taken a few months to get to this stage, but Oscar has managed it in a week. But that's because he wants it. Whether he wants it to please me, or because he's actually beginning to enjoy the experience, I'm not sure, but this part of our sex is becoming easier.

Without deeper penetration, I rub my hands over his splendid neck and back, and glory in the magnificent curves of his boyish waist and hips and strong thighs. Oscar is perfection both back and front, and I can't resist telling him that he's utterly beautiful.

He opens his eyes, and looks back at me. "Do what you want tonight."

I stroke his back. "What do you mean?"

"I think you can get it all in."

I smile at him. "I don't think you're ready for that."

"I am. I've been practicing in the bath tonight."

"How?"

"With the hairbrush. I managed to get it all in. I was doing it to see if it would hurt."

"And did it?"

"A bit, but that's because it's not as soft as yours. Yours seems to fit in easier, and go round the bends." He chuckles. "Yours is more bendy."

Even I have to chuckle at his comment. "Okay, but if Mr Bendy is hurting you, tell me to stop."

Belly chuckles from him now. "I will, but take your time when you get in further. There's a place in there that it took me a while to get the brush through."

I touch his anus. "It's another muscle like this one. The secret is when I get to it, you push out as if you're doing a poo, and that will ease it past the muscle."

"I know. That's how I got the brush in. Once I'd got it past that, it was fine. But when you've done it, pull it out very slowly. That's the part I don't like."

Hearing this, I have to ask him a question. "Have you been to the toilet tonight?"

He nods. "Yes. I sat on the toilet for ages reading a book. I knew I'd need to be empty. It's alright. I'm pretty sure I'm empty."

Oscar's words make me realize that he has been planning this, and I feel much more comfortable knowing he has, so I begin to press my dick into him very slowly. He helps by making himself rigid, and half inch by half inch I watch my dick disappearing up him. I'm watching his face for signs of distress, but only when I get to the second sphincter does he flinch. Then he steels himself and I feel him pushing out. I make a quick thrust and I'm through, and I see the pain melt from his face. He looks at me again, and says, "Now push it right in." I do, and I'm amazed when my pubic hairs are nestling on his bum cheeks. Again he opens his eyes, and asks, "Is it right in?"

I nod. "Yes. Good boy. You're fantastic!"

He smiles, and for the first time ever, he swears. "Now fuck me, please."

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Oscar Lewis.

Jezza doesn't fuck me like I expected him to, pulling out and thrusting back inside me. Jezza is gentle with me; he just holds my hips and makes fucking movements without pulling his cock out even an inch. What he's doing is just grinding himself against my bum cheeks. I think about reaching under and grabbing his balls, but I decide not to. It won't do much good... I can't pull him in any further, so, instead, I just lie still and let him do what he wants. He stops for a moment and rubs my back and neck with both hands, and then he grabs my hips again and rolls my bum against him. But I do reach under me and get hold of my cock. It's gone soft, but when I wank it a bit, it starts to get hard again. Because I want him to do special stuff to me when this is over, I don't want to wank myself off, but this is a sort of experiment to see what happens when he's really fucking me. Although it's not really sexy having his cock right inside me, what's sexy is that I know Jezza is fucking me properly. I close my eyes and try to envisage what he's seeing. He'll be looking down at my hole and seeing all his cock buried inside me, and that's a sexy thought, too. I'm Jezza's boy, and I'm letting him fuck me properly. I almost chuckle when I think that he must think that it's his birthday and Christmas rolled into one. In just over a week, he's got inside my pants and is now fucking me. I'll have to ask him if that's a record for one of his boys.

One of his boys. Because of how he's done this and because he knows all about the insides of a boy's bottom, he must have done this before. I'm not really jealous, but when we get to know each other better, I want him to tell me all about the other boys. Last night in bed I was thinking about them. What I haven't told Jezza is that I've seen another boy I like. Not Peter Childs out of year six. Daniel Philips out of year five has been giving me the eye. It's strange how I've never noticed him before, but when we started back at school after the Christmas holidays, I took one look at him and fancied him. And I think he fancies me. I know he's gay, because he doesn't bother hiding it. But he's not girly gay, so maybe he thinks he doesn't need to. He's in the school senior football team even though he's a year younger than most of the team, and he's a smashing player and he's scored more goals that anybody else this season. He's a big lad for his age: fifteen. If I wasn't going with Jezza, I think I'd be after him properly. But what will I do if Daniel asks me for a date? I thought I'd hidden my sexuality well, but I can tell by the way he looks at me that he knows. Will he dare ask me for a date? If he does, I think I won't tell Jezza and I'll go out with him. And if he wants to fuck me, then I'll know how to do it. That's one good thing about going out with Jezza; he's teaching me all the stuff I need to know.  But Daniel could never be as good as Jezza. He's absolutely brilliant at sex. That's why I can't wait for what he's going to do when he's fucked me.

Because he's really gripping my hips and rolling himself against my bum harder, I can tell he's cumming. I want to make it the best, so I roll my bum while he's doing it. That's when he pulls out a bit and slams it in me. I didn't think he'd do that, but perhaps he can't help it. It isn't really hurting, so I let him do it. He does it a few more times, and then he shoves his cock right in me and crushes my bum against him, and I can feel his cock pulsing and his hot spunk flooding my insides. I think it's the best he's ever had with me, because he's shouting my name over and over again, and he's telling me that he loves me, which is lovely, and he lasts a lot longer than he's ever done before.

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Jeremy Foster.

Oscar's delights. They should name a sweet after this boy. Without a doubt I know now that's he's my best ever. Not only is he the most beautiful, he's the sexiest; has the most beautiful body; can last as long as any boy I've had – if not longer, and without doubt he's the most considerate. But that's because he's clever. He needs more and longer loving, and he also knows that to get that, he needs to take the edge out of my own lust. That's part of the reason why he's let me fuck him properly. Oscar is a gay boy, and he knows it. There's no halfway house with him; he's met me and plunged in at the deep end, taking from me all that he desires. Yes, I'm playing my part correctly, and that's why he's accepted that we're almost equals. Leaving aside my affection for him, this is a genuine, mutual sexual engagement.

Look at him now. He's been to the bathroom and performed his own enema, and that's because he wants me to rim him. And I suspect this will not be a short rimming. I'm right, and after twenty minutes he's still on his knees with his bum in the air allowing me to perform. But my tongue will only take so much of this battering, and I'm now having to use my knob end to stimulate the tissues of his anal ring that have become soft and pliable through constant sucking. Occasionally I pop my knob into him and then withdraw. He seems to like this, and when, for the umpteenth time I penetrate him, he looks back and asks me to leave the end in him and work it around inside him. I was hoping he'd be one of those boys with a sensitive prostate, but up to yet I've not been able to stimulate him that way. That's disappointing. A couple of boys I've had would multi-climax just by rubbing their prostate with my knob end. But all boys are made differently, and what Oscar lacks in that department, he more than makes up for with longevity and passion.

After I'd fucked him, he was all over me, genuinely excited that he'd achieved so much so quickly. It isn't just me who wants to fuck him... this boy wants to be fucked. It's psychological. He's a gay bottom, and pleasuring me that way is part of his psychological make-up. He needs to feel the sense of power of knowing, much like women do, that he's irresistible, and he knows the best tool he's got to achieve that is his delicious bum. One day, if he continues to learn as quickly as he is doing, he'll have men camping on his doorstep waiting to fuck the best fuck in town. But I won't want him as a man... I want him while he's young and tender and juicy and unblemished. In that regard, he's utter perfection, and I'm the lucky guy: the chosen one.

He's moaning contentedly now. That's because he's built up a rhythm... fucking himself on the end of my dick. Because he's taking three or four inches of me easily, there can be no discomfort now. He may be a bit sore in the morning, but for now he needs this. He opens his eyes, smiles at me, and says, "That's lovely. Wank me off while you're doing it." So I do... gently to match my gentle fucking of his tender bum, and it isn't long before he shudders to his climax.

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Oscar Lewis.

Jezza has wrapped me in his arms while I'm stroking his hard cock, rolling his foreskin right off and then back on again. We're saying nothing; just lying together enjoying each other's bodies, deep in our own thoughts. I don't know what Jezza is thinking, but I was fantasizing while he was fucking me. That's why I enjoyed him fucking me gently. I was pretending it was Daniel Philips out of year five with his sexy brown eyes behind me. What will Daniel want to do with me if I manage to have a date with him? Will he want to fuck me like Jezza does? If I make it as nice for him as I've done for Jezza, then he will. And he'll want me to suck him off. But I haven't done much of that with Jezza. I don't know why, but he hasn't made me do it. I thought he would have by now, but perhaps he's waiting for me to suggest it or actually go down and do it to him. I'll need to learn to suck properly. If Daniel wants me to do that, then I need to do it right or he'll think I'm useless. But will I like sucking people off? Of course I will! When Jezza was drunk and asleep and his cock went hard, I loved having it in my mouth, and when he spunked after I'd worked him off with my bum, I rubbed all his spunk onto my body. I've wanked a few times thinking about that night. So I pluck up courage, look up at Jezza, and ask, "Can I suck you off?"

He looks at me for quite a while, studying my face, and then he smiles back. "Are you sure you want to?"

I scoot up so I'm staring down into his face, and kiss his lips. "Yes. Wash it first because it's been up my bum, and then I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

I nod. "Dead sure, so go and wash it."

**********

I thought Jezza would get on top, but he's lying on his back on the bed while I lie on him, and he's got us so we're the opposite way round: me sucking him while he sucks my bum hole. He's had to prop two pillows behind his head to be comfortable so he can reach my bum and I can reach his cock with my mouth at the same time. He rolled his foreskin back as soon as he lay down, so I know he wants me to suck it like this. But it's easier with no skin in the way. Jezza thinks this is the first time I've done this to him, but it isn't. I had some practice when he was drunk and out for the count, and I remember the things I did then that made his cock hard while he was asleep. But because I'm the other way round now, I can only get to that part underneath when I put his knob in my mouth and rub it with my top lip. Because it's difficult, after a while I give up trying to that, so I hold his cock in both hands and go up and down on his knob with my mouth. Sometimes I forget to do it and stop when he does something special to my bum, but then I remember why we're in this position, and get to work again. When I go down, it's filling my mouth, and I can only use my tongue a bit. After a while, even though I'm enjoying what he's doing to my bum, I get off him and reverse my position, lying between his legs so I can get at his cock properly. He looks down at me, and grins. I grin back at him, and slurp my tongue right up the underside of his cock to show him I'm enjoying it, so he folds his hands behind his head and lets me get on with it.

We're looking into each other's eyes now, and I'm sort of teasing him with everything I do. When I do something particularly nice that he likes, he takes a sharp intake of breath. Although I'm not really interested in his balls, I kiss each of them in turn and watch his reaction. That makes him grin again, so I know this is just playing. It's when I'm sucking and licking his cock that the grin leaves him, so I go back to doing that. Then I decide to try and make him cum, so I go on my knees and get on top of him and bob up and down on his cock. I look upwards while I'm doing it, and I can see by the look on his face that he really likes this, so I grip his cock harder and suck harder. He puts one hand on the side of my head and rubs my cheek, and the other he puts on my hair, gently pushing down when I go down. Although I know from his face that it's happening, he warns me when he says, "You'd better get off now unless you want it in your mouth."

What he doesn't know is that I've already had some of his spunk in my mouth when he was drunk, and rubbed it all over my dick and balls and body and face after he spurted, and that's in my mind when I decide not to pull off him. I'm not going to swallow it, but I am going to let it spurt into my mouth, and then I'm going to surprise him. I remember the sexy feelings last time this happened, and I want them again.

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

Jeremy Foster.

I've been sucked off a few times in my life, but nobody has done a better job than Oscar is doing. It's as if he knows what to do. Because I know how much he likes me working with my mouth on his bum, I was surprised when he went down between my legs, leaving behind his own pleasure to give me pleasure. But after a while of him sucking and tonguing my dick, I can tell from the look in his eyes that he's born cocksucker and he's getting a lot of pleasure from what he's doing. Oscar likes dick, especially mine, and it doesn't take him too long before he raises himself up and concentrates on making me cum. I can feel it rising in my balls, and I tell him to pull off unless he wants it in his mouth, but he ignores me. Instead, I see a fierce look in his eyes, and he redoubles his efforts. I'm amazed! Oscar wants me to fill his mouth with spunk, and I'm not going to disappoint him.

Those beautiful eyes are on fire when it happens, and although I've not long ago filled his sweet bottom with spunk, the sheer sexiness of what he's doing is enough to draw every last drop of what's left in me to the surface, or in this case, spurt into his mouth. And he stays on me until it's running out of the corners of his lips and dripping onto my belly. I'm lost in the moment, but so is Oscar, and he savages my knob with his tongue long after I've stopped spurting. And then the boy does something absolutely amazing!

He's breathing heavily when he gets up, sits on my thighs, and gathers what he can of my spunk and rubs it all over himself, including on his dick and balls, and even all over his face. Even though I've just climaxed, I'm filled with lust at the sight of what he's done, and I can't help it when I grab him under the armpits and pull him onto the bed beside me. His mouth is wide open, and he's wondering what's happening. I go down and kiss him fiercely on the lips, tasting my own semen. He reacts, and his lips wrap around mine, and he licks the semen from me. We share that passionate moment for a brief time, and then I go to work on his delicious, spunk covered body, rubbing my face and lips in my own semen. And then I go down to his nail-hard cock. There's a large blob of semen between his balls and inner thigh that hasn't been mashed into his body, so I gather it up with a finger and rub it on the exposed part of his knob. I then replace my finger with my tongue, and using the tip of it, work it under his foreskin. His hips rise from the bed, so I begin to wank him with two fingers and thumb, rolling his foreskin backwards and forwards, using my semen and saliva to lubricate it. I can hear him making growling noises over my shoulder; lost in the ferocity of this forced sex. With each movement of my fingers and thumb, I put more pressure on his foreskin, and eventually, helped by a massive thrust of his hips, it rolls right off his knob, and that's when I take him in my mouth and devour this precious, swollen, throbbing, deep-pink morsel that has been denied me up to yet. He shudders violently, and squeals; a mixture of intense pleasure mixed with pain: the ultimate climax.

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

Oscar Lewis.

I can't breathe, and nor can I swallow because my throat is so dry when Jezza comes up the bed and stares into my face. He kisses me very gently all over my face, but doesn't touch my lips. Then, when I'm almost recovered, he asks, "Are you okay?" I can only nod. Then he asks, "Did I do wrong?" I half-grin, manage to swallow, and shake my head. He smiles. "It was nice?"

I nod again, and keep nodding. Eventually I manage to speak. "But I think I've had enough now."

Jezza grins. "I would think so! I think we've worn each other out... don't you?"

I giggle. "I'm knackered. Are you?"

He nods. "Shall we have a bath together and call it a day?"

**********

The bath is filled with bubbles and I'm lying cuddled in Jezza's arms as he gently rubs my body with his hands. He's very careful with my cock, which is only just recovering after the mauling he gave it. I never expected that! But neither did he expect me to do what I did after I'd sucked him off. That's what did it. But what did I expect him to do? The boy that he loves was rubbing spunk all over himself, so that was bound to have affected him. But I really didn't expect him to be so brutal. It's completely out of character with Jezza. But I discovered something else about myself when he lost it; the mixture of pleasure and pain was fantastic. That's what did it... when he pushed my foreskin right off my knob. I've done it myself, but it's always been painful, and I've only done it when my cock is soft and I needed to wash behind it. Jezza got it off when it was rock solid hard! He wouldn't have been able to do it had his spunk not acted like a jelly so that it slipped off. Well, it didn't slip off. I was so worked up that I pushed up and made it go back, so I suppose most of it was my fault. But I couldn't stop myself. I think if Jezza had wanted to bite my cock off then, I would have let him. It was the most fantastic out of control sex I've ever had. I knew I was a sexy sod, but I didn't know I was that sexy! It's amazing what you'll do when you're enjoying something so much.

Jezza kisses my neck, bites my ear, and whispers, "We'd best move now. You have to be up for school in the morning."

I turn my head up, brush his lips with mine, and look into his eyes. "I'm still hungry."

Jezza pretends to be amazed. "What? For more sex?"

I chuckle. "No you daft sod. I'm proper hungry. I need some supper or I won't be able to sleep."

**********

Jezza makes the supper... two pieces of buttered toast for himself, and three pieces of buttered toast with scrambled eggs for me, and after we've eaten, we sit cuddled on the sofa watching the latest news. He's fully dressed, but I've got my pyjamas on.  Cuddling with Jezza is nice. He sits at the end of the sofa, and I lie along it, leaning into his left arm that's supporting me. I'm playing with the fingers of his left hand and the gold ring on his wedding finger when I look up at him, and ask, "Will you get married again?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "It will have to be somebody very special."

"Like mum?"

He smiles. "I can't imagine meeting anyone with eyes like you and your mum have, so probably not." Then he grins. "I might marry a rich widow and go and live in Hawaii or something like that."

"Lots of boys in Hawaii then?"

He pulls a face at me. "Don't know. Never been there. Have you?"

I shake my head. "No. Never been out of the UK. I will be later this year. We're going on a school trip to Yugoslavia."

"Lots of nice men in Yugoslavia?"

I giggle. "Don't know. Never been there. Am I the nicest boy you've ever had?"

He nods. "By a country mile."

I smirk. "Am I the sexiest?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "You're in the top ten."

That really makes me giggle. "How many have you had?"

"Hundreds."

I blow him a raspberry. "Liar! Am I the oldest?"

He shakes his head. "Middle of the road."

"Who was the oldest?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Okay. How old was he?"

"Fifteen."

"And the youngest?"

"Ten."

"Ten! Blimey! That's young!"

"He didn't act ten. He was sex mad."

"How did you get him?"

"I didn't. He got me. At first I thought he was too young and tried to get rid of him, but he was persistent."

"Where did he live?"

"Up north."

"Did he let you fuck him?"

Jezza pulls a face. "Naughty word!"

I lick my tongue out at him. "I've used it before, and that's what you've done to me tonight, so why is it a naughty word?"

He grins. "Because when I hear boys swear, it makes me sexy."

Again I smirk at him. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

He shakes his head. "You're incorrigible."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you've already got a sore bum and a sore dick, so leave it off!"

I giggle. "I won't able to walk in the morning because of you."

Jezza gives me a wide-eyed stare. "Because of me! You cheeky sod! You wanted it as much as I did!"

I continue teasing him. "I thought that if I didn't let you do it, you'd go and find another boy."

He winks at me. "I couldn't find another one like you."

"Not even from the others in your top ten?"

He laughs. Then he leans down and kisses me. "You're number one."

Again I lick my tongue out at him. "See, I knew I'd get it out of you. So now you've told me that, you can tell me what you did to the other boys, and I promise I won't feel jealous."

**********

And for the next half hour, with some prompting from me, Jezza describes what his other boys were like, what they liked, and he even tells me how much spunk they could make. When he's finished, he asks me, "Do you feel better now?"

I nod. "I don't feel like a freak any more. I didn't realize there were so many boys like me. Just think... those are just the ones you met, so there must be thousands out there who're the same. Because I like older people, I always thought that I was a freak. I'm not, am I?"

Jezza shakes his head. "No... and neither am I. There's thousands and thousands of men like me who would die to have the most beautiful boy in the world in their arms like I've got right now."

I smile at him. "But I've picked you."

Jezza nods. "I know, and I still can't believe you did. Why did you pick me?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Dunno." I giggle. "I got a hard on the first time I saw you. Did I do that to you?"

"Yes. I took one look at you, and ever since then you've been in my bed every night. Talking of bed... it's time we went. Move your arse and let's go."

I giggle. "You've got to take the dog for a walk first. I can't do it. I've got my pyjamas on."

Jezza grins, wraps his arms around me, and gives me a massive hug. Then he pushes me off the sofa and gets up. "Sod off to bed. I'll take the dog."

**********

I pretend to be asleep when Jezza comes into the bedroom. He switches off the light and gets into bed, snuggles up behind me, roughly puts one arm under me and wraps my cock and balls in his hand, and the other one over me and under my pyjamas to feel at my tits. He tickles them for a while, and then kisses my hair. And then he whispers, "Go to sleep."

I whisper back, "I am asleep. You can do what you want with me now, and I won't know anything about it."

Immediately, I feel his cock nestled against my bum begin to get hard. At the same time my cock gets hard in his hand. Then he whispers, "Are you sore?"

I shake my head, and whisper back, "Not if you do it gently." And Jezza gives me the most gentle wank I've ever had, and because it's so gentle, instead of thrusting at his hand when I cum, I just let the lovely feelings flow out of me. When I've recovered, I turn my head up to him, and ask, "Do you want me to do you?"

He kisses my lips very softly. "No. That was a beautiful, sexy way to end the day. Go to sleep."

And I do, and the last thing I remember is the fantastic feeling being a gay boy, and of being loved in strong arms, and Jezza's warm breath on my hair.

To be continued.

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