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The Emancipation of Oscar Lewis.

By John Teller.

Part 6.

Oscar Lewis.

I stare aimlessly through the bus window into the darkness while I'm thinking about what's happened today – my first ever date with Daniel. It's been the most beautiful day of my life. But it's not just today I'm thinking about... I'm also thinking about everything that's happened to me since the party on New Year's Eve. Before that night, I was a completely innocent and ignorant person who thought he was gay, but I'm now a proper gay person and I've had sex with two people. Not just messing about sex, but the complete works. Today, for instance... after I'd sat on Daniel's cock and made him fuck me, when we'd stopped our crying and stuff, we went back to having more sex and loving. Two hours of it before Daniel made us stop and go into his lounge before his mum got back. It was a good job he did, because we'd only been in there for five minutes before she came home.

During our sexy stuff, I sucked him off. When his stuff shot into my mouth, I just swallowed it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn't even think about the taste or anything... I wanted it because it came out of the boy who I can't get enough of. I adore every bit of him, and he loves me. In many ways - and I was thinking about it while it was happening - what we did was almost identical to what Jezza and me have done. I was the sort of girly one, and Daniel was the man one. Daniel didn't fuck me again, but that was because I was sore from the first time because we'd not used any Vaseline, but he loves my bum more than my cock, I think. Before I went with Jezza, I never gave much thought to how different gay people can be, but now I know there are two different sorts... the ones like me who has things done to them, and the ones like Daniel and Jezza who want to do the things, especially to bums. Both Daniel and Jezza can't get enough of mine. But that's how I want it to be. I want to be loved and fucked like a girl.

But it wasn't all sex with me and Daniel. We spent a lot of time talking and telling each other all the things that had led up to us meeting. Daniel was surprised when I told him that I'd only loved him since the hols, and I was surprised when he told me how long he'd been in love with me. And he told me that he was jealous that I fancied Peter Childs out of year six, and that he was worried to death about me going out with him. I was shocked when he told me what Peter Childs was really like, and that he liked to hurt boys. I had a lucky escape there.

But there was more sex. I came four more times, and so did Daniel. The final time was in the sixty-nine position, me sucking him off, and he sucking me off. After that, we just loved each other and explored each other's bodies. I asked him why he hadn't got a foreskin like mine. Apparently he'd had it cut off when he was ten years old because he had something called phimosis, which means that his foreskin was so tight it would never roll off his knob and he kept getting infections. When I asked him if it had hurt, he laughed and said it had, but the worst thing he said was that he couldn't wank for weeks. After we'd talked about that, he went down and rolled my foreskin back and sucked and licked my cock for ages, and I was giggling when he made stupid faces while he was doing it and said he was making sure I didn't have to have my foreskin cut off because he loved it so much.

That's another thing that's happened to us. Once we got over the first hour of being naked together, it became natural for us to talk about our bodies and explore each other. Daniel spent ages pouring over me and kissing everything, and he made me laugh when he growled like a dog when he got to the parts that he liked most. Then I did the same to him, and that way we both got to know what parts of each other we liked most, and what parts of each other made us feel the nicest. Daniel doesn't like his tits sucked, but I'm really beginning to like it, so he spent ages sucking and nibbling on them until I told him to go down and finish me off. And then I lay with my hands behind my head while he sucked my cock, but at the last moment I grabbed his head and wrapped my legs around his neck again and held him down until the feelings had passed. Then he grinned, and when he came back up to me, he complained that I was making his tonsils sore. I giggled, and asked him how he would cope when my cock was a lot bigger. He made a gargling noise and rolled onto his back, pretending that he was choking to death. That's when I went down on him and showed him how it should be done; holding the base of his cock with one hand so only so much would go in my mouth. After he'd cum, he said he was dealing with an expert cock sucker. That's when I felt guilty. I couldn't tell him that I'd been taught by somebody who'd forgotten more about cock sucking than we would probably ever know.

*********

Jezza. The bus is slowing and I'm out of my seat to get off when we pass his caravan. The lights are on, and I know he's in. I thought about him when I set out to go to the football game, and if nothing had happened between me and Daniel, I would have made an excuse to mum and dad that I'd missed the bus and gone and spent an hour with him. But not now. Although I feel guilty that I'm neglecting him, no way can I do anything if I do see him. He'll know in an instant that I've got somebody else. What am I going to do about Jezza? It seems cruel and wrong that after all he's done for me, I'm neglecting him, but unless something goes wrong with me and Daniel, I can't see me going back to him. Having sex with Jezza has been fantastic, but it means nothing compared to what I've just had with Daniel. And I'll be seeing Daniel again tomorrow, so no way do I want to see Jezza again this weekend.

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

Jeremy Foster.

"He's been out all day, and he's meeting his pal tomorrow," says Ted in answer to my question of how Oscar is as we sit in the pub. He chuckles. "I think the pair of them might have found a couple of girls to go out with. He was like a dog with two tails when he got home, and he wouldn't talk about what he was doing when Michelle asked him."

I grin at him. "You'd better get him some condoms. He's probably old enough to do some damage now."

Ted laughs. "I'll cut it off if I catch him at it." Then he grins at me. "But better to be sure than sorry. You're his protector. You can have a word with him and tell him the facts of life... especially that it'll be ruined if he gets a girl in the family way at his age."

Although I laugh, I'm not really amused at Ted's remark. I know that if Oscar has been having it off with someone, it won't be a girl. Very probably it will be Peter Childs out of year six. When it comes to the sexual side of Oscar, I know more about him than his parents do, and I also know that something is going on. Oscar is an oversexed little sod, and no way would he not have visited me today unless he was getting sexual satisfaction elsewhere. That's why, although I'm putting on a brave face, I'm sick inside that the boy I love is almost certainly doing just that. I made him promise me that he wouldn't go with another man, but I know boys well enough that when it comes to getting their end away, they'll say anything, and that's why, although I'm not pleased, I'm sort of glad that it's probably Peter Childs out of year six that he'll be having it off with. But that doesn't ease the pain, nor the desire. All day I've been hoping I would see his beautiful face at the door when he came back from his outing, and once I'd knocked off work, after every bus went past, I was hoping to hear the familiar knock on the door. But it hadn't happened, and it was with a sad heart that I went to the pub to hear the confirmation of what I feared most. Oscar has got another lover, and I've been pushed to the back of the queue.

**********

I look at the photograph of my beautiful boy; his face smiling back at me. I took this one when he was sitting on the sofa, half-naked after we'd made love. When I printed it out, I cut off the lower half of him, and to all intents and purposes in my mind, he's naked. And I'm half pissed when I take him to bed and make mad passionate love to him.

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

Oscar Lewis.

I see Daniel waiting by the bus stop before we reach it. He's sitting on a low stone wall, watching the bus approach, and when I get off, a massive grin crosses his face. "You're five minutes late," he says.

I grin back at him. "Have you missed me?"

"Not really. I thought about ringing you up and telling you not to come."

"So you've gone off me then?"

He laughs. "No. I'm knackered after yesterday."

That makes me giggle. "You're a waste of space. And there was me thinking I'd found myself a real stud. I hope your mum is going out today."

And we're both giggling like girls when we start the walk to his flat.

**********

Mrs Philips greets me like a long lost relative, and this time I can't evade the hug she gives me, but I avert my face to make sure she doesn't kiss me. Daniel is laughing when he says, "Leave him alone, mum!"

"Bugger off," she says, "My Oscar is gorgeous!" And when she's squeezed me again, she adds, "Far too bloody good looking for an ugly bugger like you!"

"Sod off to work, mum, and don't come back `till the same time as yesterday."

She holds up a hand. "I'm going. But it's Sunday, and we finish at three on Sundays, and I'm not roaming the streets just so you two lovers can have a good time. Whatever you're doing, make sure you've done it before quarter past three."

I don't know where to put my face, so I turn away and try to hide it when Daniel has taken my coat and I sit on the sofa. He goes into the hallway to hang it up, and when he's gone, Mrs Philips winks at me, and says, "You'll get used to me, Oscar. Do you like sausage and mash and gravy?"

I nod. "Yes Mrs Philips."

"Good. That's what you've got for dinner. All it needs is warming in the microwave. And call me Carol. (Another wink) I can't have my future son-in-law calling me Mrs Philips, can I?"

Fortunately, I'm rescued by Daniel. He points a finger at her, and snarls, "Just sod off will you... you bloody nuisance!" When he looks at me, he says, "Take no notice of the silly cow. Now you know why they call her the Witch of Blessington."

There follows even more banter between them, and I can't stop giggling as they go hammer and tongue at one another. Finally it stops and they give each other a hug and a kiss. Thankfully, I'm spared both, and Carol just waves and winks at me when she goes into the hall to put her coat on before leaving. When I hear the door bang shut, I grin at Daniel, and ask, "Are you two always like this?"

Daniel grins. "It gets worse than that at times. Sorry."

I shrug my shoulders. "It's okay. I'm beginning to like the old bat."

Daniel laughs, and comes to sit beside me. Then the amusement leaves us both, and I fall into his strong arms when he holds them out. The kiss is a passionate one that leaves me breathless, and I don't need any persuading when Daniel gets up and holds out a hand. I take it, and we go into his bedroom and lie on the bed. Daniel is towering over me when he looks into my eyes, and says, "God... I've missed you!"

I stroke his cheeks with my hands, pull his head down to kiss him, and once again I'm lost in the wonder of being loved by this fantastic boy. In between gentle kisses, he undresses me, taking his time to savour each part of my body as it's revealed to him, and when I'm completely naked, he stares at me and says, "You're beautiful, Oscar."

I smile at him, and stoke his cheeks again. "Tell me you love me."

He smiles back, lowers his lips to mine and gives me a gentle kiss, and when he breaks it, he whispers, "I love you so much that it hurts."

I'm just about to pull him to me and crush our bodies together when we hear the front door open. I freeze, petrified that we'll be discovered together like this. And then I hear Carol say, "Sorry boys. I forgot my purse." And I can imagine the grin on her face when she says, "Don't you two do anything I wouldn't do," before she goes out again and we hear the door bang shut.

Although I'm embarrassed as hell, I can't help but laugh when Daniel says, "I'll kill that fucking bitch one day!"

I look into his laughing eyes when I gurgle, "She knows about us now."

He chuckles. "She asked me when you'd gone what it was like to have my first boyfriend."

"What did you tell her?"

Daniel's eyes become serious. "I told her to mind her own fucking business."

I stare back into his eyes. "Am I really the first boy you've been with?"

He nods. "Yes. I've messed about a bit with other boys when I was younger, but I've never gone out with a boy before. Did you think I had?"

I nod. "I thought you would have had lots."

"Why's that?"

"Dunno. I just thought with you not caring what anybody thought about you, that you would have."

Daniel traces around the contours of my face with his right forefinger. "I'm not like that. No, I don't care who knows I'm gay, but it isn't just about sex with me. That's what everybody thinks. They think because you're gay that you'll sell your arse to anybody."

I take hold of his finger and kiss the end of it. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I meant that you're so beautiful, I couldn't see you not having lots of boyfriends."

Daniel smiles. "I didn't mean you. And talking of beautiful, I'm surprised nobody else has fallen for you."

The moment he says that, I feel a tremendous guilt. But no way can I tell him that only a few days ago I was having sex with somebody else; being fucked and sucked off exactly as had happened to us yesterday. No, I can't tell him that, but I don't want to tell him a lie, so I am telling the truth when I say, "I've never fallen in love with anybody else."

"But you must have had crushes on other boys."

I nod. "Peter Childs out of year six."

He grins. "At least I've saved you from that bastard. He would have tied you up and fucked you until you couldn't sit down."

I grin back at him. "I couldn't sit down last night when I got home, and I might fancy being tied up and having it that way."

Daniel gives me a wide-eyed look. "So you like it a bit rough, do you?"

I chuckle. "Not too rough, that's why I've brought some Vaseline for today."

**********

Ten minutes later and I'm lying on my back with my knees on my chest and a naked Daniel is buried inside me. He took it very slowly when I asked him to, but inch by inch he managed to get every bit of his gorgeous cock up my bum until he could get it in no further. It hurt, but I'm getting used to the discomfort by now, and always in the back of my mind is the fact that I'm giving my lover pleasure. I enjoyed giving Jezza pleasure, but it's ten times more satisfying giving it to the boy I'm deeply in love with, and when he cums and I see the look of lustful pleasure on his face, I feel ten feet tall. He's about to pull out of me when I grab his hips and stop him. I've done it because getting him right inside me was hard work, and I don't want to waste what I've done. He looks at me, and asks, "Do you want me to do it again?"

I shake my head. "No. Just leave it inside me and let me do myself."

He smiles. "You sexy sod! Do you like having me inside you?"

I nod. "Yes. It makes me feel that I belong to you, that I'm really special to you."

Daniel leans down and kisses my lips softly, and he's staring into my eyes when he whispers, "You do, and you really are special to me. You're my boy, and I love you." Then he lifts my hips and pulls me into his lap on his folded thighs with his cock still inside me, and begins to wank me off. Not once do our eyes break from staring into each other's while he's doing it, and when he knows I'm getting near, he whispers, "Cum for me!"

With my mouth open and gasping with pleasure, I nod back, and whisper, "I will. This is for you... just for you."

His hand moves faster, his fingers paying special attention to stimulating my knob underneath my foreskin, and I feel my senses reeling with sexual pleasure, and when they burst from inside me and two small spurts of clear cum shoot from my slit onto my belly, I yell, "I love you Daniel. I love you! I love you!"

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

Daniel Philips.

Oscar is asleep in my arms. We've only cum twice each today, once when I fucked him; then he came when I wanked him while I still had my cock up him, and then after I'd washed my cock, we sucked each other off in the sixty-nine position. We cuddled for a while after that and he was settled in my arms, and the next thing I knew was that I was talking to myself and Oscar was snoring softly. At first it made me giggle, but after a while I found it a beautiful thing to happen. Because he's relaxed now he's asleep, the lower half of his body has slumped back onto the bed. His cock is soft and lying sideways across his lower tummy, sort of between the valley that leads down from his hip bone to his balls. This is the first time I've seen it soft. It's shrunk to about three inches long and his foreskin has formed a tip beyond his knob. For some strange reason, I actually like seeing it like this. This is my Oscar when he's not sexually excited, which up to yet hasn't happened before. I thought I was a randy sod, but Oscar is twice as horny as me. Before we first met, I imagined he'd be sexy, but when I picture the demure, well-dressed smart boy at school with this sexy creature, it seems completely at odds with what I thought he'd be like.

What did I think he'd be like? Well... I thought it would take me ages to get in his pants... sort of having to court him for a week or so before we would do anything. I even thought he might just want to be special friends and not want sex with me. But he's the opposite. I just can't believe what we've done up to yet, and it's been all Oscar's doing. I would never have tried to fuck him in a month of Sundays if Oscar hadn't made us do it. But he wanted it. But what would I have done if he wanted to fuck me? He hasn't even tried anything like that yet, and I'm glad he hasn't. I can't stand anything up my arse. I'm the fucker, not the fucked one out of us: the man part of what we are. It seems that I've scored perfectly first time. Although Oscar looks and acts nothing like a girl in real life, once he's got his pants off, he is the girly one. Everything he does points to him being that. He likes me on top of him, and he loves me cuddling him. It's a good job I've got a good body or we would be a bit ungainly. Oscar has got a superb, muscled body himself, so for him to match up with anybody, he would have to go with somebody who's bigger and stronger than he is. And that's me. That's why he wants to be my boyfriend. He wants somebody bigger and stronger to dominate him. Yes... that the right word... he wants to be dominated. Although he was joking when I said Peter Childs out of year six likes to tie kids up and fuck them, I wouldn't put it past Oscar not to make me do it at some point. But would I do that? I'm not into harming anyone, but if Oscar wanted it, then it might become part of our fun. The kinky, beautiful little sod! And there was me thinking he was some sort of a demure angel that butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Butter in his mouth. That thought makes me giggle. He might not like butter in his mouth, but he certainly likes spunk in it. I was amazed when he swallowed all mine when he first sucked me off. He even squeezed the last drop out of my cock and sucked it up. Up to yet he's had my spunk in both ends. He made me laugh yesterday when he pulled off me when we'd fucked. He got off the bed and I asked him where he was going. He told me to mind my own business, and went to the bathroom. He was ages in there, but when he came back and snuggled up to me again, he grinned and said he was clean for me now. So he must have washed his bum out some way, probably after he'd taken a sort of dump to clear most of my spunk out of him. When he made me go back down there and kiss him some more, I half expected him to stink, but he didn't: he was as clean as a whistle and smelling of my deodorant. And he did it again today after he'd pulled off me. He grinned and said he didn't want the Witch of Blessington getting on at him for getting my bedsheets soiled.

He can't make spunk properly yet. That surprised me. I expected him to have a nice bush of hair at his age and be able to make creamy spunk, but he's only got a little sprinkling just above his cock, and his spunk is only just starting to thicken. But he did make two nice spurts of it today when I wanked him when I still had my cock up him. That was fantastic. I actually felt his bum clamping on my cock when he came, and I saw his balls disappear into his belly when it happened. He's got nice balls, but they don't hang down like mine do. They're tucked away in that lovely sac like a walnut that has a seam running right down the middle, and which goes right down to his bum hole. When I'm down there, I love to spend ages sucking his balls and licking along that seam until I get to his gorgeous hole. And it is gorgeous: a dark pink around the puckered little entrance. When I studied it, I found it difficult to imagine that that tight little hole could stretch so much to get my cock inside it. I'm no slouch when it comes to cock size. The last time I measured it, it was six and a half inches long, and it fits nicely inside my hand when I'm wanking. But it did go through that tight little hole, and it did go right inside him. He's fucking amazing!

But look at him now... my butter-wouldn't-melt-in-the-mouth little man... my gorgeous Oscar Lewis, the boy I love. He really is like an angel, and I want to take his picture for posterity. And so I carefully let him slide from my arms until he's lying alone on the bed. He's still asleep, so I gently pull his legs apart and arrange his arms so he's lying in the star position. Then I put his cock perfectly over the centre of his balls and get my camera out of the drawer. Five minutes later and I've got loads of pictures of him. But I haven't got one of his gorgeous bum, so I put the camera down and go to him, Very slowly, I tuck his left leg and arm close to his body, and as gently as I can, I roll him over. All the time I'm doing it I expect him to wake, but he doesn't. When he's finally on his belly, rearranging him from time to time so he's in different positions, I take loads more snaps of him. When I'm done, I get back on the bed and shake him. He takes ages to wake up, so I tickle his back and bum until he does, and when he does wake, he rolls over and grins at me, and I can see that his cock is hard. I look at my bedside clock. Almost three o' clock. I grin at him, and say, "We'd better get moving. The Witch of Blessington will be here in a minute or two. Without another word, he jumps off the bed, and with both of us giggling like mad, we get dressed and go into the lounge. We haven't been there five minutes when mum comes home and Oscar gives me a knowing look that says he knows how lucky we are that we haven't been caught in bed.

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

Oscar Lewis.

Because I've got a load of homework to do tonight, I've caught the four `o clock bus back and it's not quite dark as I look through the window. I'm chuckling to myself when I think what's happened today. We only had time to do it twice, and for the life of me I can't understand why I fell asleep. But I did. Well, that was until Daniel rolled me over. That was when I woke up. I saw him taking pictures of me, and because I thought it was really sexy thing to do, I pretended to be asleep until he'd finished. Then we had to rush before his mum got home. But I didn't want to rush. I was feeling as randy as hell at what he'd done, and as I sit on the bus, I've got my hand in my pocket playing with my hard cock. I'll probably have to wank about three times tonight to get over this sexiness, especially because we haven't arranged a date until next weekend.

The bus nears Regent Magna, so I get out of my seat, and as I'm walking down the bus, we pass Jezza's caravan, and he's just going in through the front door. The bus stops, and I get off. Jezza is standing by the door. He grins and waves at me. I wave back. My cock is still hard in my jeans from the pummeling I've given it. The bus pulls away. And that's when I make up my mind what to do next.

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

Jeremy Foster.

The relief I feel when Oscar walks towards me, is tremendous. Whatever is going on in his life now, knowing I'm not being completely ignored is a wonderful feeling, and when he gets to me, I grin, and say, "Hello stranger. How are you?"

He half smiles. "Fine. Have you just finished work?"

"No. I knocked off at lunch. Do you want to come in for a coke?"

**********

I study Oscar through my peripheral vision while I pour him a drink as he sits on the sofa. He's fidgety and isn't looking at me, which is not a good sign, so I take the drink to him and sit by his side. He takes a sip, and looks at me. "Have you been busy?"

I nod. "Yes. But not too busy to see you." I grin at him. "I'm never too busy to see you. Your mum and dad are worried about you."

"Why?" he asks with a puzzled look on his face.

Still with the grin on my face, I reply, "They think you've got a girlfriend."

"Are they stupid?" he says, viciously.

I put a hand up defensively. "Hey... I'm not your mum and dad!"

His face changes. "Sorry. Why do they think that?"

"Probably because you've changed your natural behavior?"

"What do you mean?"

I smile at him again.  "Oscar, your mum and dad know you better than anybody, and although we've only really known each other for a short time, I would have to agree with them that something has changed." Again I put up a defensive hand. "They're not judging you, and neither am I. Can I ask you something?"

He nods.

"Before I do, I want you to remember the conversation we had... the one about what would make me angry or not. I'm not accusing you of anything, but I need to ask if you've found another man?"

He looks daggers at me, and snarls, "No!"

My hand goes higher. "Fine! Then I don't have any problem with you. None at all! Now can I ask you another question?"

He nods.

"Peter Childs out of year six? (He shakes his head.) Okay. But you have found a new friend?"

His head goes down, and again he nods.

That's when I reach out an arm, put it around his shoulders, and draw him into me. Thankfully, he doesn't resist, and when his head is nestling against my chin, I kiss his hair, and whisper, "Oscar, you must be the most beautiful boy in your entire school, and there are about four hundred other boys there. If I was one of them, I'd be after you like a shot, and I wouldn't let you rest until I'd got a date with you. So the next question I'm going to ask you is, is he nice?"

Oscar nods.

Again I kiss his hair. "I would imagine he is for you to fall for him. Is he older than you?"

He nods again, but this time he mumbles, "Fifteen."

I hug him tightly. "That's perfect for you. Perfect. Do you want to tell me his name?"

"Daniel Philips."

Another squeeze. "That's a nice name. Oscar Lewis loves Daniel Philips."

Oscar giggles. Then he looks up at me, and asks, "Aren't you mad at me for not telling you?"

I give him stern stare. "Absolutely not!" Then I wink at him. "I know more about boys than you give me credit for. Unlike your mum and dad, I knew it wouldn't be a girl, but I was just a bit worried that it might be a man, but I did tell you that if you ever decided to go with a boy, then I wouldn't be angry. So tell me about him, but before you do, let me make a guess. I'd say he was a big lad, probably very well built, and he's very good looking. And he's gay."

Oscar grins. "I don't need to tell you anything now."

I take a chance and give him a peck on the lips. "Just a couple more questions, and then I'm done. Do you love him?"

Oscar nods.

"And does he love you?"

Oscar nods.

Now I give him a massive hug. "That's all I want to know. I don't want you to tell me anything else, and I'm not going to ask. You can tell me if you want to, but that will be down to you." Then I add, "Oh, there is one more question... is you and me finished?"

Oscar shrugs his shoulders. "Dunno. Do you want it to be?"

"No, but neither do I want to come between you and Daniel. But if what you're really asking me is do I want to be in your pants, of course I do! I adore you, you daft little sod!"

Oscar grins. "I hoped you would. Do you want to get in them now?"

We both start laughing, and it takes us just a few moments before we've locked the doors and gone to bed.

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

Oscar Lewis.

While I lie in bed playing with my cock, I can't stop giggling at what went on with me and Jezza. Because I felt so nice that he'd not been angry at me, the first thing I wanted to do was reward him for it, so as soon as we got in the bedroom and had taken our clothes off, I lay on the bed and told him to kneel each side of my thighs. Then I wanked him off and squirted his spunk all over my cock and balls. When that was over, I rubbed his spunk into my skin, and then pulled his head down onto my cock. Even though it was covered in his spunk, he was on it like a flash, and it didn't take me much longer before I was cumming in his mouth. Then, after I'd recovered, we were both giggling when he got a damp cloth and cleaned me off. While he was doing it, we chatted. He kept giving me naughty looks and telling me that he was sorry for my new boyfriend, and that he hoped Daniel liked shooting spunk over the most beautiful boy in the world. I grinned at him, and said, "He likes it best up my bum."

Jezza put on an amazingly astonished face that had me in tears of laughter, and then he said, "He's got that far already?"

I gave him a naughty look. "No... but I have! I made him do it."

Jezza chuckled. "Trust you, you sexy little sod. I wouldn't put anything past you." Then he grinned. "But I'll bet he hasn't kissed your bum like I do."

I giggled. "He has!"

Another astonished look. "Tongue right inside?"

I nodded. "It's a lot longer than yours."

He stuck his tongue right out. "Impossible! This can reach places others could never reach. Am I right?"

I chuckled. "I've forgotten. Do you want to remind me?"

Before I could say anything else, I was on my knees, Jezza was tongue deep up my bum, and he was wanking me off at the same time, and when I came, it was special because I knew his tongue had been in the same place Daniel's tongue and cock had been earlier. That would have been it, but when we were dressed and I was by the door about to leave, Jezza dragged me back to the sofa, undid my jeans, pulled them and my underpants down to my ankles, and sucked me off. I told him he was a kinky sod. He just laughed and said that if I called again, he might have a surprise for me. Then we gave each other a massive hug. That was nice. It meant that everything was okay between us.

Kinky sod. I am a kinky sod. I can't help it. I like sex any way I can get it, and I like making my lover a slave to me. That's why I made Jezza spunk all over me. I've already worked it out that for him to see his boy covered in spunk, turns him on really well. After I'd done that, I could have got him to do anything. Anything! I'll bet if I asked him to drink my piss right then, he would have done it. I wonder what that would be like? He might even enjoy it. I don't care what I do as long as I get the feelings over and over again. No, Jezza and Daniel are not slaves to me; I'm a slave to the feelings. I need them like I need to eat and breathe. I need them now. I can't go to sleep without I have one last wank tonight. What shall I think about? I know, I'll have them sucking me off at the same time, taking turns to suck me and put their tongues up my bum. No, I'll have Jezza down there with his tongue up my bum, and me and Daniel in the sixty-nine position. I like Daniel's spunk better than Jezza's. That's it! Oh Daniel! Oh Daniel! That's it... suck me hard! Ohhhhh... Jezza's tongue is magic! Ahhhh! Yessss! I love you Daniel! I love you my beautiful lover!!! Aaaaaaahhhhh!

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Jeremy Foster.

He's beautiful... utterly beautiful, but Oscar is also something else... he's a boy nymphomaniac. I've met lots of boys on my travels, but none can match Oscar in the Sexual Libido Stakes. His libido is not that of a hormonal teenager discovering his sexuality; it goes far beyond that, and I'm already beginning to pity the person who does eventually finish up with him. They'll need to have Kryptonite for breakfast, dinner and tea. And supper if Oscar is on a really good day. Jeezus Christ! I've no doubt he and Daniel would have done it a few times during the day, but it was not enough for Oscar. He needed me, and I'll bet my right bollock that he does it again before he goes to sleep. Maybe even twice, and he'll get up in the morning and do it again, and he'll want it throughout the day. And now he's found Daniel, Oscar's extraordinary sexual needs will be my savior. Take tomorrow for instance. He and Daniel won't have the opportunity unless they can find a place to sneak off to during lunch break, but it's doubtful that they've organized that yet, so Oscar will wank a few times in the toilets. And I'll know if he and Daniel have met after school if I arrange to be here when the school bus comes through the villager. If Oscar is on it, then they won't have done it after school. This where I come in. Having tasted the forbidden fruits of sex with someone else, wanking will be of little value other than to relieve his immediate feelings, but Oscar needs more than that. Oscar needs a dick other than his own. Mine is a tool he's using, but Daniel's will be something he adores with a passion. He'll want to suck on it; lick it; chew on it, and then he'll want his cock sucked to vent the sexual build up he'll get from mauling a dick.

And his bottom has become a tool to obtain what he wants. At the moment he gets no sexual pleasure from being penetrated, but he does enjoy oral, anal stimulation. What boy doesn't! I've not met one that has baulked at having a tongue inside that delicious morsel. They all love it providing they can get over the psychological act of being invaded there. I've known boys who have taken a while before they'd let me do it, but after the first time, they never objected. Little Brian McGelvy would lie on my tummy for hours, watching the TV while he was enjoying anal loving. I've known the little bugger fall asleep on my tummy because he was so content. I never complained: Brian's arse was my inverted dummy tit, and there was one occasion when he fell asleep on my tummy and I fell asleep whilst I was sucking his bottom.

Oscar's bottom. Because I'm an expert on little boy's bottoms, I have my doubts that he has a prostate sensitive enough to be stimulated by a finger or a dick, but I do have a tool in my box of tricks that will discover if it is capable of being stimulated to the point that it will make him climax without touching his dick. In fact I have quite a few. I've not introduced Oscar to any yet, but if I get the opportunity, I will. Oh yes... I have a few more things to teach him about being a gay boy, but I suspect I may have to dig deeper into his psychology to discover just what does and what doesn't make Oscar tick sexually. He's already given me one inkling of his kinkiness.

When we first went into the bedroom and stripped off, I expected him to want me to relieve his feelings. He did want me to, but he wanted something else first. I'm under no illusions that him wanking me off first was anything other than a reward for me accepting that he'd found himself a boyfriend, but there was something much deeper about what he did. Oscar is not only an adorer of older males' dicks, he also likes what comes out of them. He's a little spunkboy. I was watching his eyes when I shot my hot load over his dick and balls, and there was an excitement in them that told me he was massively worked up at what he saw and felt, and that knowledge was amplified when I saw how eagerly he massaged my spunk into his body. He reminds me of somebody else I once knew.

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The little no-name French boy I met near to Builth Wells in Mid-Wales when we were doing a small job there. The land we were working on - laying a new storm drain for a new housing estate down to a river about two miles away - went through ancient woodland. I was relatively young at the time – just twenty four – and when I had nothing to do, I used to wander down to the river and take a walk along it. It was summertime and the weather was good: warm and sunny, and I would wear only a pair of khaki shorts and lightweight boots. We'd been there about a month, and because one day I had a couple of hours to spare, I went down to the river for a stroll. Not once during my previous walks had I seen anything other than sheep. Why would I? I was in one of the most desolate of places; inaccessible except by foot, and I'd often thought that if ever I met anyone, it would be a fisherman catching trout, of which there were many in the crystal clear water. Until that is, I met my mystery boy.

It was like a scene from a fairy story, and probably every boy-loving paedophile's dream. I rounded a bend in the river; the banks clad with occasional elders and the odd silver birch, and there before me was a nymph-like creature that made my dick hard in an instant. He was about twelve years of age, completely naked, leaning against a tree, playing with his beautiful erection. I was so stunned that I nearly retreated, but lust got the better part of me that day. What to do? How to manage this situation? Should I? Shouldn't I? I had, of course, stopped dead in my tracks, but having made up my mind that this opportunity would probably never, ever present itself again, I coughed and continued walking, fully expecting him to panic. But he didn't, and I was probably more freaked out than he was when he continued stoking his beautiful erection and smiled at me. He was profile onto me, the hand from his free arm caressing his absolutely stunning, pert bum cheeks, and the other stroking that amazing dick that was jutting upwards as if it was seeking the sun.

I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but he was real enough. My first thoughts (after the sexual ones) were what a stunning body he had: tanned a deep brown from head to foot, and not a sign of a tan line. This boy had to have spent a lot of time in the sun, and he had to be at ease with his nakedness to achieve that wonderful skin tone. He was European, with dark hair, and my immediate thoughts were that he was probably from Southern Europe: Mediterranean. Although not skinny, he was slim with long legs that I could have spent an hour kissing my way up to get to that delicious, pert bottom of his. But it wasn't his bottom that was grabbing my attention; it was an inch and more of dick that protruded from the fingers of the hand wrapped around it; in fact the whole of his swollen knob was clearly visible. This boy was well-blessed!

More nervous than a kid taking an exam that will determine his entire future, and with the feeling that I knew exactly what I wanted but was too afraid to go and get it, I smiled as I was approaching him. To my utter relief, he smiled back at me. In fact it was more than a smile; it was a half-grin. I got about three yards from him, stopped, and pointed to the fast flowing river that wasn't really much more than fifteen feet wide, and it certainly wasn't deep enough to swim in. Then I asked, "Is it too cold?"

Still with the smile on his face, he nodded.  "Oui m'sieur."

French! So that's what he was, and my initial thoughts had been correct. I'd taken French at school and could speak in pidgin-French (from now on I will write in English what we said) so I responded, "It's not deep enough to swim in." Then, being extremely brave or foolish, I nodded towards his dick, and joked, "That will shrivel up if it gets in there."

He didn't try to disguise his erection when he looked down at it, and chuckled. Then he opened his hand, displayed the whole of it, waggled the base with a couple of fingers, looked up at the sun, and said, "It likes to be warm."

He wouldn't have been able to miss my adoring gaze when I took it all in (visionally) and said drily, "I can imagine it does." Then I looked up into his gorgeous brown eyes that were sparkling with amusement, and added, "It's beautiful."

He returned the gaze. "You want it?"

My throat didn't go dry, it became parched when I croaked, "I most certainly do. You're beautiful."

He chuckled, bent down to pick up a flimsy pair of blue shorts, put on a pair of sandals, pointed to the woods, and asked, "We go in there?"

I looked towards where he was pointing, and then both east and west along the path. "It's certainly more private."

He nodded. "Follow me."

And I did, like a lamb to slaughter, with a multitude of thoughts raging through my mind as I walked just behind and to the right of this amazing creature. Was this a trap; was I being lured into some sort of  scam to blackmail me; were there half a dozen adults waiting to knock seven shades of shit out of me, or was this the genuine thing? If I'd had any sense, I would have turned tail and been out of there like a bat out of hell, but the emotions of lust were too powerful, and, saying nothing, I followed him through a thick part of the ancient woodland until we came to a clearing bathed in sunlight and soft grass. He cast off the sandals, threw the shorts to the side, got down, and lay on his back. I was by his feet when I asked, "Are we safe here?"

He nodded, spread-eagled himself, and smiled. "Yes. No one else will come here. Take off your clothes."

I did, very quickly and self-consciously, and when I was completely naked, I held my rigid dick that was oozing precum in flood in my hand, and asked, "What would you like me to do?"

The boy with the lovely smile had gone, replaced by a young man with a lascivious glare on his face as he stared at my raging erection. His mouth was working, opening and closing as he concentrated on it and my lower body, and then he growled, "Piss on me."

I thought about questioning his request, and then I studied his face even more, and could see that he was deadly serious. This gorgeous creature was actually a sexual freak; a pervert who wanted to be bespoiled, and I was reminded of Walt Whitman's quote: Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes. But in this case I was faced with: I am beautiful, but I am also a sexual pervert who desires someone to piss on me to fulfill my sexual desires. I contain multitudes. But to put matters completely at rest as to whether he was being genuine or not, he reached down, held his dick at the base with two fingers, and began to piss. Like all boys his age, when they piss, they piss. His urine arced up into the air and he directed it to land wherever he desired; all over his slim body, and even up to his beautiful face and into his open mouth, which he drank with relish.

So I did too. Standing between his legs, (thankfully I'd had a pint of shandy at lunch), I unloaded onto him, spraying his dick and balls, and then making my way along his body until I was pissing directly onto his face and into that open mouth, and just like his own piss, he drank it greedily. When I was finished and the last few drops were dribbling onto his cock and balls, he held up his arms indicating that I go to him, not down to his dick to suck him, but to put my dick in his mouth.

I wasn't going to say no, and despite my reservation where all this was going to lead, I knelt each side of his chest and let him get on with it. And he did, holding and fondling my balls with one hand and with the other wanking me furiously, he sucked on my knob until my spunk spurted into his mouth so hard that my balls almost disappeared inside me, and his lust crazed eyes stared into me while he growled and gargled as I emptied myself into him. Fucking hell!

And then he changed. Just like that! Instead of a sexual predator, he became a proper boy, giggling and laughing at what he'd done, and because the situation was so bizarre, so did I.

What followed was normal, and I was in territory I understood. He wouldn't let me fuck him, but I sucked on that delicious dick of his for ages afterwards, and I was rewarded with a small amount of adolescent boy juice to savour during his first, shivering climax. Afterwards, I tried to fuck him, but I received a stern, "Non!" when I slammed his knees onto his chest and rubbed my dick between his bum cheeks. Then he grinned and licked out his tongue; the universal boy-signal that he wanted to be rimmed. And so I rimmed my juvenile Clark Kent until I was so worked up that I knelt over him and wanked the rest of my spunk onto his dick and balls. My punishment for that was that he made me lick it all off, and then suck him off again.

It all ended when he suddenly stood up, put on his shorts and sandals, pointed at me, and told me to stay where I was for ten minutes, and then he ran off the way we'd come. Although I went to the same spot many times after that, I never saw him again. He never even told me his name. Because I was there for three months afterwards, I did some investigating. Before the day I met my little pervert, I always turned left towards Builth Wells when I crossed the small footbridge over the river, but after that day I began to explore the path in the other direction. It took me two days of exploration to discover a small campsite about two miles downstream that had static caravans and which  also took in tourers and mobile homes and tents. Naturally, I searched amongst them, looking for a vehicle with French number plates, but I could find none. Because it was Friday when we met, I came to the conclusion that my little mystery boy was exercising his perversions on his last day there. It made sense. There would be no consequences to his actions.

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But not so with Oscar. I detect certain perversions in him, and if he acts them out, he'll be trapped within the confines of his location. Unlike mystery boy who could do a moonlight flit and be damned to the consequences of his actions, Oscar will have to live with them if he's promiscuous. He's fine with me because, although I'll probably be here for another couple of years, I'm transient. Daniel isn't; and that's why I have to discover Oscar's perversions and try to keep them in check. He and Daniel are fine at the moment; in love, and I'm sure Daniel will be the soul of discretion regarding the affair, but one day – and the affair could be a temporary one with Oscar at his young age – they probably won't be. It could even happen that Daniel is still in love with Oscar, but Oscar falls out of love with him. So, Oscar gives Daniel the big heave-ho, and Daniel gets his revenge by blabbing to all and sundry exactly what they've been up to. Oscar has already told me that Daniel is blasι about his sexuality, but Oscar isn't. Well, not yet he isn't, and that's my main concern. I want to keep him safe from harm, so if he has any serious perversions, it's best he uses me to experiment. As long as he doesn't want to crap on me, then I think I'll manage.

I giggle. I'm becoming a college for boy perversions. What next? Well, as well as educating him what not to do with all and sundry, I have a few tricks up my sleeve that might just be acceptable in the greater scheme of boy perversions, but I'll wait until the sex-starved little bugger comes banging on my door with his tongue hanging out first. And talking of sex starved, I think I'll have little no-name boy as my fantasy tonight. Despite it being the most perverted experience of my life, it was also fantastically sexy!  

To be continued.

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