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The Emancipation of Oscar Lewis.

By John Teller.

Part 7.

Jeremy Foster.

If there's a sexier sight than a thirteen and a half year old boy, naked, feet by the pillows on one's bed, spread-eagled, his gorgeous dick pulsating with anticipation and with a lascivious grin on his face as he looks up at me, waiting to be stimulated by my mouth and a selection of sex toys by his side, then I have yet to see it. So, serve Oscar I do, starting at his lovely face and kissing him upside down, working my way down his torso, stopping only to suck and nibble his erect nipples, before ending up at that beautiful erection. My tutorial of how to loosen his foreskin – push it off his knob for one hour each day until it stretches naturally - has worked, and he's already rolled it back for me to perform. So I do, working my moistened lips around each sensitive part of his engorged knob while he plays with my balls and sucks on my own dick. Then he pushes me off, points with his finger for me to take up the necessary position, and I go and sit with my legs spread wide by the headboard. He scoots up the bed on his back with his bum nestled by my balls, draws his knees onto his chest, and hands me one of his favourite toys: a variable speed vibrating prostate massager along with some oil and jelly. Gently does it with Oscar, so before I insert anything, I apply some oil to his buttocks and massage them for a few minutes, occasionally popping his cherry with an oiled finger... and then two and three oiled fingers in succession. He's now got his eyes closed and is fingering his cock very gently with his foreskin back in its natural place. I apply some KY to the vibrator and inside the now stretched opening of his anus, and begin the insertion process. The bloated head of the prostate stimulator stretches his anal ring, and then slips easily past it. I stop and vibrate it for a few moments, waiting for the signal. It comes in the shape of a nodding head, so I begin the process of taking him to nirvana: a place I thought never existed for him when we first met.

**********

It was about three weeks after my rambling thoughts about his kinkiness that I became his guide. I thought I would have to tease his kinky thoughts out of him, but it didn't happen that way. He'd been to see Daniel, and it being Sunday, had caught the earlier bus back to spend an hour with me. Actually on this particular day, it was the three o'clock bus and not the four o'clock one, which almost caught me out.

It was becoming a sort of ritual with us: he would get what he could from Daniel, and then get the rest from me. And it happened so naturally. Without meaning to offend him, after we'd had sex, I asked why it was that he wasn't getting the same sexual satisfaction on Sunday with Daniel that he did on Saturday. After all, he never called on Saturday for a `top up'. His answer surprised me. "Daniel's mum came home early today, Anyway, he doesn't understand me like you do."

Because he was wrapped in my arms, I gave him a special squeeze. "Explain what you mean," I said.

He looked up at me with those big beautiful eyes, and I could see that he was troubled when he replied, "I feel I can do whatever I want with you, but With Daniel I feel sort of..." He stopped there, searching for words to convey his thoughts.

I smiled at him. "Reserved?"

He smiled, and nodded. "Yes... that's it."

"Because you love him?"

Another smile. "You know everything."

I kissed him gently on the lips. "About you I do. I understand. But I'm glad you feel that way."

"Why?"

And so I told him, missing nothing out about what had been in my own thoughts; explaining; teasing answers from him; reassuring him; getting deep into my boy's psyche. Finally, I told him about the no-name boy I met by the river, missing absolutely nothing out.

His reaction made me laugh out loud, "Fucking hell! That was fantastic!"

And after that, he began to unwind, letting himself go in my company whilst keeping his true perversions from Daniel, and I taught him even more about perversions. Not that we acted them out (some we did for experimentation purposes), but I was made to drink some of his urine occasionally. It became a fun part of what we were. I'd be happily sucking him off, and he'd squirt some into my mouth, and when I gave him a pretend dirty look, he'd grin, and do it again. But that act died off after a short while. I asked him why he'd stopped it. He just shrugged his shoulders and said he preferred me smacking his arse a few times. When I asked him why he liked that more, he shrugged his shoulders again and said it was because it made him realize that I was in command, and when he pissed on me, it was sort of the wrong way he felt about us. He said he liked to manipulate me into doing things, but he never wanted to be the boss, and in answer to that, I told him he was getting more like a woman every day. He laughed, and said that if ever I called him a sissy, he'd fucking kill me! I reassured him that he was still the most boyish boy in the world, until we went to bed that is. He grinned, and said he'd settle for that. But he never stopped wanking me off and spurting my spunk onto his dick and balls, and I would always have to suck him off afterwards while he was still spunked up. The reason he liked doing it was because not only did he like the sight of my spunk spurting onto him, it made him feel that I was using his body every way I wanted, which put him in his place. It wasn't enough that I spunked inside his bum and mouth, he needed it on his skin, too. And that was better, because he could then see the result of what I'd done. When I told him that he was a spunk boy, rather than take it as an insult, he was quite pleased with my description of him. He liked and wanted to be a spunk boy, so why should he deny it with me; his mentor in all things perverted. I also told him he was a cocksucker, and he took that as a compliment, and when I asked him why he was so pleased, he said he worshipped cocks, and I must admit that a kinky side of me kicked in when he described Daniel's circumcised cock in fine detail, dwelling on how easy it was to suck to a climax.

I also taught him about sadism and masochism, and we tried that out too. That's when he discovered he liked just a bit of spanking, but he was never into sadism. The thought of hurting someone never entered his pretty head. That was nice, and I rewarded him with a few spanks before spending half an hour rimming his cute ass.

Another time he delved into my psyche. He wanted to know what a paedophile really was, and why I was one. Other than telling him that I thought boys' bodies were the most beautiful thing in the world, I couldn't enlighten him why I was one. He said before he met me, he thought all paedophiles had been molested as a child to make them that way, and they were all horrible molesters. I told him that I'd never been molested as a child, so that put that myth to bed. And when I asked him if I was a horrible molester, he kissed me and said I was the most gentle man he'd ever met, and that I'd never done anything that he didn't want. So that was another myth put to bed in his mind. But I didn't let it rest at that. I reminded him that not all paedophiles were like me, and that some would harm a child, and even kill them. His answer to that? "Some men kill and rape women, but not many do."

Then he made me describe my fascination for a boy's body, so I did, spelling out in fine detail every part of him that delighted me, and when I finished, he gave himself to me completely, allowing me to savour each part that turned me on. Afterwards, he asked, "Am I beautiful?"

That brought tears to my eyes, and it ended up with him comforting me. And that led to a very precious moment in my life: he told me that he did love me, not like he did Daniel, but as someone he would trust with his life just as he would his mum and dad. Naturally, that brought even more tears from me, and we both ended up crying before I smacked his arse and again rewarded him with half an hour of rimming. After that (and Oscar has a very lovely sense of humour) if he wanted me to rim him, he would grin and tell me he loved me. So the word love became our metaphor for his desire to have my tongue deep inside him, and because I'd been out of practice for a while before I met him, that particular muscular organ got stronger by the week, which meant it performed better by the week, until one day, he said, "Daniel can't match you in that department."

I winked at him, and said, "You're going to miss it when it's gone."

I should have operated my brain before opening my mouth, because I never expected what followed that throw away comment. He burst into tears and clung to me like a baby for ages, sobbing deeply and telling me that I must never go away completely. I wasn't being untruthful when I told him I would always be there for him. By this time, I'd worked out that this young man was special to me, and that whatever happened, I would always love him.

**********

Very gently, I push on the stem of the stimulator until I know exactly where it is: over the top of and nestling just behind his prostate gland. I know where it is by Oscar's reactions, because when I reach that point, his mouth opens wide and he draws in a great breath of air.

**********

I'd been wrong when I thought his prostate was not receptive to stimulation. It was only after I'd sorted out my tools of the trade and introduced him to a few anal toys that I discovered it. The first time was when I inserted a string of anal beads into him as an experiment. He giggled when he first saw them, and I giggled with him, but once he'd got over his giggles, he helped me get them inside him. It was/is a purple nine beaded warrior with progressively larger beads. We were up to the seventh one when he suddenly opened his mouth wide and almost choked. Because I thought he didn't have a prostate that could be stimulated, I thought I was hurting him, so I asked, "Is it hurting?"

He shook his head and looked at me in amazement. "No. You touched something that gave me a shock! Fucking hell... it made my teeth chatter!"

I grinned at him, and asked, "Was it nice?"

He stared into my eyes. "Do it again!" Because I didn't know exactly what I'd done, it took a couple of minutes before he again gasped in shock, and yelled, "There!"

Again it took a while to hit the spot, so I decided to try something else. He wasn't at all pleased when I withdrew the beads slowly, but when I went to the top cupboard of my wardrobe, took out a shoe box and took it back to the bed, showed him the vibrating prostate stimulator, switched it on and tickled his dick with it, he gave me a big grin. But that grin soon disappeared when I put the tool into him, and after carefully experimenting for a short while, found the spot again. Now, instead of a grin, his face was a picture of complete shock, and when I switched on the vibrator and carefully massaged the spot I'd found, his eyes almost disappeared up his head. That was the first time; the most beautiful time; the very first time I was able to stimulate him to a climax without touching his dick.

We were in the position we're in now; me leaning against the headboard and he lying between my legs, his bum nestling on my lower stomach muscles, with his knees on his chest. My own hard dick was trapped underneath him to keep it out of the way. I would reckon that first time took all of thirty seconds before his entire body shuddered; he let out a gargled scream that I thought might be heard in the village, and more of his spunk was ejected more fiercely than I'd ever seen before as he writhed and shuddered and gargled his way to the most tremendous climax I'd ever seen him have. And it took him longer to get over his climax than it had ever taken before. My boy was utterly, utterly fucked, and I was in heaven because I'd given him this fantastic experience. So I switched off the vibrator, slowly withdrew it, and let him rest.

**********

But that was then, and this is now, and we've had a few months to progress since then. That was six months ago, back in February, and it's late July now and we've just started the school holidays. In fact, as soon as his mum and dad had gone to work, and because he knew I'd booked today off, he arrived at my caravan at just two minutes past nine in the morning. But I had been pre-warned last night on his nightly visit when he was taking his dog Jack for his last walk. That had been a hurried blow job, and then he was off like a shot before his mum and dad realized that `walking the dog' was a metaphor for sexual release at my place.

**********

Oscar's beautiful body begins to shake; he begins to choke; I watch his balls retract into his body, and he lets out his usual puppy dog howl when three goodly spurts of his boy-cream shoot up his body and land on his chest and belly. Yes, it's cream he's producing now, and not the clear boy juice he made when we first met. Oscar is growing up.

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

Oscar Lewis.

I drop my lower lip and scowl at Jezza when, in answer to my question of why he's going home, he says, "I need to see my kids."

"Do you really have to be away two weeks though?"

He nods. "Yes. They're staying with mum and dad, and I need to be there." Then he stares right into my eyes. "I want to be there."

I shrug my shoulders. "I know. I'm just being selfish. I'll miss you."

Jezza smiles at me and hugs me close. "I'll miss you, just as I missed when you went abroad with your school pals and was having it off with that imaginary bloke you met there."

I chuckle. "He wasn't imaginary. He was a giant with a cock that made yours look like a little boy's."

Jezza grins, but ignores my teasing him. "At least you've got Daniel. How are you two getting on these days?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I think he's going off me."

Jezza looks concerned. "Why do you say that?"

"He's going on holiday to Spain the weekend after you go, for two whole weeks!"

"Don't you and your mum and dad ever go away?" Jezza asks.

"We've been twice as far as I know. Once to the Lake District when I was little, and two years ago we went to France on a boating holiday on a river there." I think back to that miserable week, and add, "It pissed down all week. It was horrible. Dad said when we got back that he'd wait for good weather in England in future, and pick his holidays."

Jezza hugs me again. "Maybe you should get your mum and dad to take you away during the one week me and Daniel won't be here." He chuckles. "You might be lucky and drop on a new lover with a giant dick while you're away, then we'll have fun while you describe your exploits to me."

I sort of head butt him under the chin with the top my head, and then relax back into his cuddle. "Kinky sod! It's not funny! I'll have to go a whole week on my own."

Jezza picks up my right hand, fondles my fingers, and says, "God gave boys these for when they're lonely. I suggest you use them and stop moaning."

I grab the hand that's holding my hand. "And God gave you these to satisfy boys, so why don't you start doing something useful with them?"

Jezza laughs, shoves me off him, gets up and takes my hand, and I can't stop giggling when he says, "Come on. Let's go to the bedroom, but it won't be my hand that's up your arse massaging your P-spot."

**********

And it isn't... it's his cock inserted just enough so the bottom of his swollen knob is rolling over my prostate while I'm in the doggy position; backwards and forwards in small, sensual movements. Long gone are the days when he would shove his cock right up me. He still does it sometimes when he's really randy and wants to fuck me properly, but usually he inserts his cock only far enough to stimulate me to a prostate induced climax, and when I'm cumming, he spurts his hot spunk into me to make the experience even nicer. If I had to choose between the vibrator and his cock, I'd choose his cock. I feel fuller when he's in me, and besides that, he massages my back and bum while he's doing it, and I love being on the end of a cock rather than a contraption. This is proper loving, and when I feel my climax building and Jezza expertly times his own cum to coincide with mine, I give him a special squeal to let him know how pleased I am with him.

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

Jeremy Foster.

Although I'm happy that I'm returning to Regent Magna after the holidays, I'm also sad that the trip home has been so unsuccessful. Lucy and the kids have been staying with mum and dad, and because there wasn't enough room for me as well at the house, I stayed with some friends not far away. I didn't like it because I felt like a stranger in the home where I grew up. I was pleased for mum and dad. They're doting grandparents, so at least that's something I've done for them, and give Lucy her due, she's never tried to break the bond between the kids and mum and dad. But the bond between me and my kids is almost severed completely. I've lost them. They didn't treat me badly, but neither did they care much for my company. I'm not angry at them, and I'm not blaming them. They're happy without me, and that hurts. That's why I had a long talk with Lucy and we decided it would be better for them if we broke the contact completely. She's going with another chap now, and the kids seem to like him a lot. He's taken my place. They even call him `dad'. So we decided I'd fall away and let them grow up, and if in the future they want to contact me, then I'll be there for them. Thank goodness me and Lucy can be civilized about it.

**********

Because it's Saturday lunchtime, Ted is in The Jolly Roger when I call in for a pint after I've parked the car and sorted a few things. He seems sort of subdued when I take a seat next to him. In fact he has a job to talk to me, and after a short while, I know there's something wrong. Immediately, I'm on the defensive and try to work out what's wrong with him. The worst thing would be if he's found out about me and Oscar. In fact, that would be terrible, and if he has, the ending to my holidays would be complete disaster. Eventually, I pluck up the courage to ask him if anything is troubling him.

He picks up his pint, gets up, and beckons me to follow him. There's a spare table in the games room, so we sit there. When we're seated, he looks at me, and asks, "Did you know Oscar was gay?"

Did you know Oscar was gay?  Ted doesn't realize how relieved I am to hear that. If he knew about me and Oscar, then he wouldn't be asking me if I knew about it. But how do I deal with this fucking situation? I can tell by Ted's tone of voice that he isn't pleased about it. Well, I wouldn't expect him to be pleased, but his tone of voice suggests he's also angry about it. But what is he angry about... that in some way he's discovered Oscar is gay, or because I knew he was and haven't told him? My immediate thoughts are for Oscar, and how I can best protect him. As far as Oscar and I are concerned, I just hope if the question has been posed, he's done exactly what we talked about and put on the disgusted act, which is exactly what I intend doing if the topic arises. So I look Ted straight in the face, and ask, "Does it bother you?"

Ted's eyes narrow. "Of course it bothers me! What the fuck do you think it would do?"

Still staring him in the eyes, I ask, "Why?"

Ted seems amazed at my question. "Why? Is that all you can say?"

"What else do you expect me to say? I asked you a question... why does it bother you? Do you hate homosexuals?"

Now he shakes his head, not in answer to my question, but as a sign that he can't believe I'm questioning him. Then he says, "No, I don't hate homosexuals, but it is a bit of a body blow when you find out that your only son is one!"

Now I look away, still thinking where to go with this. I decide to pump him some more to find out what he knows. "And how did you discover he's gay?"

"His teacher told me. His wife has a mare that I shoe. I went round there, and he comes out with it as if he's doing me a favour that he's being so understanding. He actually asked me how I was coping with Oscar and that Daniel Philips boy being friends. I asked him what he meant. Then it all came out. Apparently, Oscar has been his boyfriend for a few months now. And there we were thinking he'd got a girlfriend." Ted glares at me. "You knew about it, didn't you?"

I nod. "Yes."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because he asked me not to."

"And you thought his parents didn't have a right to know about it?"

"It wasn't easy, Ted. A lot of things were going through my mind."

"Such as?"

"I thought it would be a short crush and it would all be over. Then Oscar would grow up and tell you in his own time. Plus I thought that at his age he might grow out of it."

"Do you think he will?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Why do you say that?"

"We've talked about it. I'm glad we did. He really was ignorant, and I've sort of educated him."

Again Ted narrows his eyes. "Educate him? Are you gay? Have you and Oscar..."

I glare at him. "Don't even go there Ted! No, I'm not gay! I'm just a guy who's more educated than a thirteen year old boy."

Ted drops his head. "I'm sorry Jezza. I'm sorry."

I place a hand over his brawny arm, and then withdraw it. "It's okay. I understand. It's been a shit week for me as well as you."

"Why's that?"

I tell him everything that Lucy and I have decided, and then I say, "So I've lost my kids, and you've discovered your son is gay. If I'm honest, Ted, I'd swap you places. How is Oscar now?"

Ted shrugs his shoulders. "He won't speak to us. I was a bit over the top when I found out, and he's locked himself in his room for most of the time since then. Michelle has tried to speak to him, but he won't have any of it."

"But he must be eating something!"

He goes down in the middle of the night and eats something, and he takes some stuff back to his bedroom, so I suppose he's eating that during the day."

"How long has this being going on?"

"Since last Tuesday." Ted blows out a long sigh. "To be honest, I nearly phoned you up. I just don't know what to do."

I put my mind into top gear and consider the situation, then I ask Ted, "What do you want? Do you want your son back whether he's gay or not?"

Ted stares at me as if I'm crazy. "Of course I do! Michelle is going crazy! We love him!"

"Even though he's probably going to be gay?"

Teds shoulders slump. "He's our boy."

Again I place a transient hand on his arm. "Yes he is. He can choose his religion, but he can't choose his sexuality, and nor can he choose his parents. I know for a fact that he loves you both very much, and I reckon he's hurting really bad at the moment. He'll feel he's let you down badly, and it won't have helped that you lost your rag at the precise moment that you shouldn't have done. I don't blame you. Finding it out from a relative stranger isn't the best way to discover your son is gay. It would have been better coming from him... or me. But I couldn't betray his trust, Ted. If I had, then he would have had no one to turn to. I had to think of all these things when we were talking about it."

Ted nods. "I understand, but what do we do now?"

"Is Michelle at home?"

"Yes."

"Phone her and tell her to join you for lunch here. Then I'll go up to the house and have a word with him if you don't mind. I can't think of any other way."

**********

I meet Michelle halfway between the pub and their house. She's in tears, so I spend a bit of time with her explaining what's about to happen. Her last words to me through tearful, pleading eyes, are, "Get us back together, please!"

**********

When I go around the back of the house, Jack barks at me and then wags his little tail. I give him a fuss and then go in through the unlocked door. Everywhere is silent. I walk up the stairs and knock on Oscar's door. "It's me, Oscar. Can I come in? Don't worry, your mum and dad are down at the pub. They won't disturb us."

I hear the small lock being released, and then Oscar opens the door. He looks awful when he begins to howl and falls into me. I crush him in my arms, kiss his hair repeatedly, and whisper to him, "It's okay now. Jezza's back. Everything is going to be fine."

**********

During the next hour, a lot of tears are shed, and they're not only from Oscar. Although Ted has told me Oscar was upset, I didn't realize just how much he was. The poor boy is completely distraught, even to the point that he's been planning his suicide, but eventually I begin to bring some sanity into his unbalanced mind by persuading him that the end of his world is not nigh, and that there's a way out of the black pit he's in. After another half hour, the thing he's most worried about is how he can face his mum and dad when they come home. That sorts itself.

**********

I've phoned Ted at the pub and told him to come home. Oscar and I are sitting in the lounge on the sofa. I've got an arm around his shoulder when Ted and Michelle arrive, but when they come into the lounge, I remove it. Ted, bless him, comes around the back of the sofa, wraps his arms around Oscar's neck, and hugs him. Then he says, "I love you son."

In the meantime, Michelle comes and sits by the side of Oscar, and wraps her arms around him. She kisses his cheek, and says, "We both love you Oscar."

I get up and leave them all in tears. Oscar knows what to do.

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

Oscar Lewis.

I help mum with Sunday dinner. Dad and Jezza will be home soon. I think I'm happier than I've ever been. Jezza was right. He told me to let mum and dad do all the talking, and I was to accept that what they said was genuine. He told me that they loved me, but I didn't realise how much until we'd spent an hour on the sofa talking about things. They've accepted that I'm gay, and dad has even told me that I'm not to hide it from anyone. He said that if any `arsehole' said anything bad about his son, he'd fill them in and they'd have a face worse than his if ever they did. That's when we started giggling, and the giggling really broke the ice. And when I went to bed with a full belly and smothered in hugs and kisses from mum and dad, I didn't even think about sex when I fell asleep.

That's why I'm so happy now: mum is being great with me, dad is coming home, and my special man is coming with him. But there's another reason why I'm happy. Mum and dad don't know it yet, but I'm going to spend some time with Jezza today; probably not long after we've had dinner. I haven't had a wank since Tuesday, and I'm bursting!

**********

"You crafty sod!"

I laugh at Jezza as he walks by my side on the way to his caravan. I look up at him. "I've learnt it from you."

"You need to talk about a few things. Like my arse you do... you just want to get in my bed!"

Again I laugh. "And you don't want me in it?"

Jezza leers at me. "I've been wanting to fuck you since I began the drive back here."

**********

Although I thought about rewarding Jezza for everything he's done for me, when we're both naked, I tell him to lean back against the headboard. He'll have to wait for his reward... I'm bursting! So is Jezza, and as soon as I grab hold of the headboard and put my cock between his lips, he grabs my bum and begins to thrash my cock backwards and forwards inside his hot mouth. When we first met, he had to hold the base of my cock to stop himself choking, but over the months he's adapted so my cock actually goes into his throat without him gagging, and for a few seconds I bash away at him so hard that I think my pubic bone must be doing him some damage. But the way he's frantically pulling me right into him, I know either he doesn't care that it is, or he's not feeling the pain. But I don't want to waste my spunk by it going right down his gullet; I want it on his tongue so he can savour it and roll it around his mouth. He loves my spunk, especially since it's become thick and creamy. I lubed my bum crevice and hole up before I got on the bed, so when I feel Jezza's fingers sliding deeper between my arse cheeks and his finger slips right inside me, it takes me over the top. I pull back out of his throat, and holding my cock at the base with two fingers and a thumb, I spurt my spunk all around his mouth, and the final few spurts come when I pull out of his mouth and wank myself off all over his face.

In all my life I've never known such a fantastic climax as this one, and I'm crying and wailing when it happens. I can't help it. It's the relief I feel that almost a week's supply of spunk is draining out of me, and also relief that things have turned out alright. This climax is an outburst of joy and sex, pure lust, and relief.

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

Jeremy Foster.

Oscar is wailing like Mushtak the Arab making his morning call to prayer when he cums. He's bashing his dick about in my mouth when the first spurts arrive, but then he pulls out and wanks himself furiously all over my face. I'm looking up at him, and his eyes are crazed with lust, but there are also big tears dripping from his eyelids onto my body. I've always loved this boy, but now I feel so much love for him that I can't stop myself from crying either, and when the writhing and spasms are finished, my face is covered with a mixture of his tears; my tears, and his spunk.

When the sexual feelings have left him, he slumps visibly, and then slides down my body until our faces are together. He stares at the mess he's made, and then slams his mouth against mine and kisses me passionately; his tongue writhing inside my mouth, churning up the mixture of saliva and his spunk. Then I push his tongue out and force my own into his sweet mouth, and he sucks on it greedily, and both our faces are covered in the mess. Then he breaks the kiss and commands me to change places, and when we do, I notice that his dick is still rock hard.

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

Oscar Lewis.

Jezza's cock is in front of my face, precum oozing from it like a tap. I grab it with both hands and wipe the precum into the mixture of my spunk and our tears, and then I take his swollen knob into my mouth, begin to wank him, and at the same time suck him off. He must have been as worked up as me, because in just a few seconds he begins to spurt his spunk into my mouth. I allow him to do it for a few moments, push him out of my mouth, and still wanking him off, direct it all over my face, watching intently as my man's spunk shoots from that magic tube. Although I can't see his face, I can hear him repeating over and over again, "I love you Oscar!", and right then I love this wonderful man who has come into my life and made me so happy.

**********

Because there's hardly room to move, we're both giggling underneath the shower in the bath, especially when Jezza's hard cock keeps digging into me. My own is still hard, but it's not so much an obstacle as his. Eventually, we're clean, and that cleaning involved Jezza putting a finger up my bum to clean me out properly before he carries out his promise to `Tongue the insides right out of you'.

And I'm lying on the bed with my knees on my chest watching him doing just that when I ask him, "Can I stay the night?"

He continues tonguing me while he gives me a puzzled look, then, momentarily he breaks off, and mumbles, "How the hell can you do that?"

I grin at him, grab his hair, push him back to his task, and wait until I hear the noises he makes while he's rimming me. When the slurping gets really loud, I say, "You ring them up about ten and tell them I've fallen asleep on the sofa. You can say I'm completely exhausted after the week I've had. I was still knackered when I got up this morning so they'll believe it's happened. Tell them you feel sorry for me and will tuck me up on the sofa. They haven't got a clue what we're really doing, so they'll think you're just doing my favourite uncle stuff again, and protecting me."

The tongue slips out again, and I get a muffled, "It's only just turned five, and you'll be fucked by then, so why don't you go home?"

I giggle, signal with a crooked finger for him to get back to work, and chuckle, "I would hope I am! It's just that I've wanted to sleep with you again ever since we did it at my house. I miss going to sleep with your cock up my arse."

Now, Jezza can't stop giggling, so he gives up on my bum and sucks my balls one at a time. His amused eyes never leave mine while he's doing it, and then he moves up a bit and slips his lips over my knob. He sucks on that for a while, and then scoots up to lie beside me. I roll over on top of him, and stare into his eyes. He grins. I kiss his lips softly and taste myself on them. He strokes my cheeks. Then he says, "We'll give it a go, but don't blame me if your dad comes and fetches you."

I nod. "It's a deal. What are we having for tea after you've sucked me off?"

Jezza moves his head up, and kisses my lips. "Lasagne. Tesco ones."

I lick his lips. "Yummy! But don't overdo them like you did last time."

Jezza chuckles. "I'll do you a deal. If they're perfect, I get to fuck you all the way in. If they're burnt, then I'll just fuck your P-spot."

I grin and kiss him again. "Make sure you burn them. Now suck me off before I burst."

And he does, throwing me onto my back on the bed and going at my cock big style until once again the delicious feelings surge from me and into his hot mouth, and I serve him his second dose of the boy spunk he loves so much. 

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

Jeremy Foster.

Oscar's gentle snores are music to my ears. The boy I love dearly is fast asleep in my arms, his beautiful head tucked under my chin, his left leg thrown over me trapping my soft dick beneath it. His ruse had worked.

When I phoned Ted at a quarter to ten, although we were both dressed just in case Ted wanted to drive down and pick him up, Oscar was lying with his head in my lap, gently sucking on my knob while I spoke to him. I explained what we'd planned, and I was surprised when Ted said it was not a problem. "In actual fact," he said, "It will give me and Michelle a night off... if you know what I mean, Jezza?"

I chuckled. "I know what you mean. Walls have ears?"

Ted laughed. "Something like that. We have to be extra quiet these days. Anyway, do you need his pyjamas?"

I laughed. "Not unless you're going to put them on. I don't want to get in the mess you did the last time somebody messed about with him when he was asleep." Oscar stops sucking my knob, and gives me a puzzled look, so I tap him on the head and point to my dick to tell him to mind his own business. He grins, and goes back to licking underneath my knob, concentrating on the fraenum because he knows that's one of my sensitive spots. I continue, "No. The sofa is comfortable. I'll just tuck him in and leave him to it. He'll think he's camping out when he wakes up in the morning."

"He's really that knackered?"

"Yes. I'm not surprised. And it's not just him. I'll bet you and Michelle don't get past a goodnight kiss."

Ted laughed. "Wanna bet?"

I chuckled. "I'm not a gambling man. Enjoy yourself."

Ted was also chuckling when he broke the call.

And the result of that phone call was that Oscar and I made love long into the night. I've managed four climaxes since we arrived here, but Oscar has had six... one of those a P-spot induced one because I burned the Lasagne on purpose. Eventually, after his third blow job, I managed to get him off to sleep, and that's why I'm now so happy. My boy is at ease with himself, and I've got him safely tucked in my arms. I give his left buttock one last fondle and squeeze, worm my fingers into his bum crack as far as I can until my middle finger is just lodged in his still greased anus, and relax. Tomorrow will bring what it will bring, but now Oscar has outed his gayness, life will never be the same for him again. He'll need support, and I intend giving it to him whilst he sails through the first few rollers of bigotry that will surely follow what has happened.

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

Oscar Lewis.

It's almost eighteen months since the road workers arrived in the area: almost twelve months since I first met Jezza properly, and six months since me and Daniel started going out together. But it seems like a lifetime. Dad's had his operation. That was in October, and it was also the last time I slept with Jezza. Five days with him, and then a weekend with Daniel after. I was so fucked up by Sunday that I had to pretend to Daniel that I'd cum twice when I hadn't. I was glad to have a week off afterwards, not because my bum was sore (that manages fucks quite well these days), but because I was completely worn out sex-wise. I know I'm more than a randy sod, but keeping two men satisfied takes some doing, especially when you don't want to admit that you have limits. It'll be Christmas in a week's time. I'll be fourteen. Two months later, and Daniel will be sixteen. That's when we're going to have to watch out. He'll be an adult and I'll still be a kid. He'll be breaking the law when he's sixteen. I've talked about it with Jezza.

It was during the week dad was away having his face fixed and Jezza was staying with me. He brought it up. We talked for ages about it, and eventually ended up by deciding that me and Daniel would have to be even more careful. We might even have to pretend we're not seeing each other. That will be difficult. Everybody at the school seems to know about us nowadays. I'm surprised I haven't had a load of shit about it, but I think nobody has dared say anything because they know Daniel will beat them up if they do. We don't advertise it, and we still act the same when we're going to and from school, and we completely ignore each other at school apart from sly grins and the occasional hidden lewd gesture when we think nobody is looking. We've got a sort of a code: Daniel rubs his hand over his cock, and I turn around and pretend to rub my bottom, but I always make sure I've got my fingers inside my bum cheeks when I do. Then I have to have my hand in my trouser pocket for about five minutes to hide my stiff cock. Daniel, the daft sod, doesn't bother. Everybody can see he's got a hard on, but he just plays with it as if it's normal. I wish I could be as easy going as he is.

We're still getting on great. Jezza said he was surprised that it's lasted so long. He thought it might have been a crush and would have worn off by now, but if anything, me and Daniel are even closer. When I'm at his place, we spend a lot of time just loving each other and talking about the future. He says he's going to sixth form college, and then, hopefully, to university. He is clever in a lot of subjects, so that's probably what he'll do. I won't. I'm going to leave school at sixteen and go and work with dad.

Me and mum and dad get on great now. We don't talk about my sexuality, but I tell them that I'm going to see Daniel on Saturday and Sunday. They treat it as normal behavior now, but they've never asked me to bring him home. They haven't met him yet, and neither has Jezza. But they will on New Year's Eve. Daniel is coming to the party at The Jolly Roger. Jezza knows, but mum and dad don't. Jezza has told me to leave it him, and he'll sort it. He's going to tell them that Daniel will be there. That should be fun! LOL. But I'll tell Daniel to keep his hands off me. My problem will be how I keep my hands off him! LOL.

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

Jeremy Foster.

"His boyfriend is coming to the party, Ted. How will you handle that?"

Ted chuckles as he's taking a large swig from his pint of beer. "That should be fun," he says when he puts the glass back on the table. "What do you know about him?"

"Only that he's extremely handsome, and he's big." I laugh. "I mean in size!"

Again Ted Chuckles. "Let's not even go there. I try not to think about that side of things." Ted is quiet for a moment, and then he adds, "Have you given some thought to the age difference?"

I take a large draught from my own pint, and then put the glass on the table. "Yes. I've had a word... a very serious word! I spelled it out in no uncertain terms to Oscar that for the next couple of years they will have to keep a very low profile. I..."

Ted interrupts me. "Do you think it will last that long? They're only kids."

I nod. "Actually, I'm surprised it's lasted this long. I thought it might be a crush, but if it is, it's a long one, and from what I can gather from your kid, there's no sign of it waning. I reckon we might have a better idea after we've met Daniel. By the way, I've warned Oscar that he's not to be too forward on New Year's Eve."

Ted nods. "I was hoping you would. It's a good job we've got you as messenger. I wouldn't even know where to start. I still haven't really come to terms with it. I keep thinking he's only a kid, and that he'll change to being normal one day and it will all have been a dream."

"How's Michelle taking it?"

"Better than me. Those two have become even more bosom buddies. I'm expecting her to lend him some dresses."

I giggle. "Don't be daft! It isn't like that with Oscar."

Ted looks me right in the eyes with his one good eye. "Then just how is it, Jezza? I need to know. I'm not totally ignorant, but I must admit that I'm out of my depth with this one, mainly because I daren't even ask any questions."

I smile at him. "Oscar is absolutely normal except he loves males instead of females. I know that might sound like a paradox, but he's all boy... and he won't be wearing any dresses. He's not in any way effeminate other than he's attracted to males. I've got nothing against anyone for their sexuality, and it may have turned out that he would have been a transvestite, but he's not. One day he'll be a big strapping bloke like you, doing his blacksmithing and nobody will be any the wiser that he's not `normal'. Anyway, I'm not much for that word: normal. There's no such thing as normal. In fact so-called straight people have more perversions than gay people ever will.  Do you want to tell me what you and Michelle get up to in bed?"

Ted laughs. "No chance.  What about you?"

I laugh. "Chance would be a fine thing. I might even sell my arse to a butch lesbian with a two foot dildo if I could get my end away. Any chance you fancy three in a bed? I know Michelle fancies me. What about you?"

Ted is just taking a swig of his ale, and he spurts it all over the table. And both laughing, we mop it up with a pile of beer mats.

**********

Christmas day at Oscar's. Oscar is grinning at me when I pick up the two gift-wrapped parcels and give them to him across the table. I grin back at him. "There you are, Birthday Boy. Happy birthday, and a Merry Christmas."

He feels at them before asking, "Clothes?"

I nod. "Two flowered dresses for our little gay boy."

He glares at me, and then begins to giggle. I chuckle too. Ted joins in, but Michelle points a warning finger at me, and says, "Leave him alone, you bully!"

I drop my head, but I don't stop giggling, and neither do Ted and Oscar. My comment was not an off the cuff one; it was done after some thought, mainly for Ted's benefit. He's found it very difficult to talk to Oscar about his gayness, but at some point this family are going to have to come to terms with it, and I reckon there's no better way than by making a joke out of it. I wink at Oscar. "Go to your room and put them on then! Make sure the bra fits properly. Perhaps your mum will help you with it. Then come down and let us have a look at you, darling."

Even Michelle can't stifle a chuckle at that comment. Oscar gets up, grins at me, and as he's walking past me, he gives me a real clout around my ear. Then he says, "They'd better not be flowered! I hate flowered dresses!"

When he's gone, Michelle says, "You cruel sod!"

I grin. "It's the best way. Make a joke about it. He has a great sense of humour, so where better than to exercise it than in his own home first?" Then I'm serious when I add, "He's going to get far worse than that as he gets older. He needs to learn to turn the tables on bigots. Actually, I think he handled that quite well. His retort about not liking flowered dresses was a good one, and my ear is still ringing from that clout. The boy done good. You should both learn from what's just happened. It will help you to accept what he is."

"Me and Oscar don't have a problem with what he is," says Michelle.

I nod. "That's good." Then I stare into her beautiful eyes. "But it wasn't meant for you."

Ted puts up his hand. "I know... it was meant for me. Don't worry about it. I'll get used to it in time."

I grin at him. "You can start now then... when he comes down in a dress."

Ted stares at me. "You haven't!"

I laugh. "Wait and see."

We don't have long to wait. Oscar comes into the room wearing a massive grin. He's wearing a two-tone blue tracksuit with white chevrons down the outer arms and outer creases of the tracky bottoms, and underneath the top, he's wearing a white, open neck collared tee-shirt. He's also wearing a pair of Nike blue and white trainers that I wrapped individually inside the two garments. Although we can't see them, I know he's also wearing white sports socks and white, y-front underpants. He's also brushed his hair to perfection, and I know he's done that for me. I manage to hold back the tears that are forming in my eyes. For some reason, the tracksuit makes him look older. I recall the young boy I saw eighteen months ago. That boy is no more. Oscar is a strapping teenager; about five-eight tall, and well-built. Of the three adults in the room, I'm the only one who knows that beneath the tracky bottoms and the y-fronts, he has the tackle to match his build. His dick is about six inches long and as thick as mine almost, and the creamy nectar that comes from it no longer dribbles like a tap with a dodgy washer: it spurts in ropes that can almost fill my mouth. I love this boy with all my heart, but because our job here is six-months ahead of schedule because of the good weather we've had, in six months time I'll be leaving him behind. I take another long look at him. The timing will be perfect. In six months time, Oscar will no longer be a boy... he'll be a man almost, and I'm not sexually attracted to men. I'll always love him, but when I leave, I'll be leaving behind a young man who I taught and mentored: The Emancipation of Oscar Lewis from boyhood to manhood.

Oscar stands in front of us and does a twirl. Then, with a massive grin on his face, he says, "I would have preferred a flowered dress. Daniel would like me better in a flowered dress."

And we all burst out laughing.

**********

The New Year's Eve party at The Jolly Roger.

I look at Ted, and grin. He grins back, and says into my ear, "He's built like a brick shithouse."

I laugh, and look at the object of our comments: Daniel Philips, Oscar's boyfriend. I say back into Ted's ear, "It's a good job he is. It would be awkward if he was only five foot tall. Looking at him, you'd never in a million years think he was gay."

Ted puts his hand to his mouth and giggles behind it. Then we continue looking at Daniel and Oscar as they sit with a group of their mates at a table across from us in the restaurant that has once again been converted into a dancing area for this New Year's Eve party. It's all gone as planned. I met Ted and Michelle in the pub first, and then `the boys' arrived afterwards in a group with their contemporaries. Quite properly, we adults were almost ignored... just a wave from Oscar to acknowledge that we even existed. They bought their own drinks, and I didn't miss the fact that Daniel, who looks eighteen, bought two pints of beer to go with the large glasses of lemonade they purchased, and after they'd part emptied the lemonades, they poured the beer into the glasses to make up shandies – part beer, part lemonade: a young person's first venture into the drinking habit unless they're stupid and try to go onto spirits. They might even have done that had we not been here, but I suspect that Daniel is `under orders' not to make a fool of himself in front of his `In-Laws'.  

I expected a big lad from Oscar's description of him, but I'm surprised when I first see him. Oscar is no slouch, but Daniel makes him look small. He's at least six-two, and as Ted had said, he's indeed built like a brick shithouse. He's got muscles on his muscles, and I'll bet there's not an ounce of fat on his fantastic body. Besides being well-built, he's also extremely handsome, and as I watch him closely, I detect a lovely sense of humour in him. He's sitting across the table from Oscar, and the uninitiated would not see anything unusual about them. But I'm not uninitiated, and I see the hidden smiles and looks they give to each other. These two are in love, but I'm not the least bit jealous. In fact, I'm relieved. I haven't told the Lewis's that the site work is six months ahead of schedule, and that I'll be leaving them around July - if not sooner - so knowing Oscar is being left in safe hands is important to me.

But I do have some thoughts about them. I'm not a small man myself, and Oscar and I are now pretty much equals in bed, but I now know why I have to play second fiddle to Daniel. I can imagine the sense of being dominated that Oscar will feel when he's wrapped in the arms of his young man. I understand Oscar's psyche better than he does, and I know that when he's underneath this lad, he'll be cumming almost before they've coupled. I also understand now why Oscar's bum is easy to enter these days. If Daniel's dick is in keeping with his build, being fucked by me will be a piece of cake to Oscar. Maybe that's why he enjoys it so much these days. It's not only my technique, which I'm sure Daniel will not be able to match – yet, but having sex with me will be more comfortable. But because I probably know Oscar better than anyone in the world when it comes to his psyche, I also know that there must be a lot more to Daniel than meets the eye, and I hope tonight to be able to discover what it is.

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

Oscar Lewis.

We're in the games room playing four-player billiards when Jezza comes in. I see him right away, and grin at him. He grins back, and I detect a signal asking if he can join us, so I nod my head to indicate that he can. He comes to the table, pint glass in hand, and asks if I want a drink. I shake my head. "No thanks. Are you oldies enjoying yourself?"

He chuckles. "Less of the `oldies' if you don't mind." He points to the table. "Your go I think."

I turn around, see that it is, and take my shot. I miss, and the others tell me I'm useless. I go back to Jezza. "Well?"

"Well what?"

I dig him in the ribs. "You know what I mean!"

"Your dad thinks he's built like a brick shithouse."

"And?"

Jezza stares into my eyes, and I can see the twinkling amusement in his when he answers, "I think he's gorgeous. Any chance he can stay with me tonight?"

I laugh. "He's not your type."

Jezza grins. "I can imagine he's not, but he's certainly yours."

"You like him then?"

Jezza nods. "I like. When are you going to introduce us, and more important, what are you going to introduce me as?" Jezza chuckles. "You certainly can't introduce me as your other boyfriend who taught you everything you know."

I give him a sly grin. "Leave it to me. I'll tell you what... you go back to mum and dad, and we'll come to you later. Tell dad not to say anything daft."

Jezza grins and walks away. He hasn't been gone long when Daniel asks me, "Who was that?"

I smile at him. "That's Jezza. He's head surveyor on the new road. He's my dad's best mate these days. I think he came to spy on us."

Daniel laughs. "Grass on you, you mean. Does he know about us?"

I nod. "Everything."

Daniel looks worried. "Everything!"

I give him a nasty stare. "No you daft sod, not everything, just that you're my boyfriend."

"Not your lover?" Daniel asks with a big grin on his face.

I grin back. "He's probably worked that out ages ago. There's no flies on Jezza. I haven't asked you yet how you're getting home tonight?"

"I'll probably get mum to pick me up now she's bought that car. Why?"

"Nothing. I just wondered. It will cost a fortune if you had to have a taxi."

Daniel gives me a sly grin. "I could always stay at yours and sleep with you."

I snort at him. "I can just imagine dad's face when I tell him that."

"You could always come back with me and sleep at my place."

I grin at him. "I'll see you tomorrow as we arranged."

"Don't be late! Your go, and don't balls the shot up this time!"

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

Jeremy Foster.

When Ted asks me why I'm not keeping up with him in the drinks department, I tell him that I've had a bad stomach all day. He laughs, calls me a City Boy Wimp, and drains his glass. I take a small drink from mine and put it back on the table. I've not had a bad stomach: I'm under orders not to drink as much as I did last year. Those orders came from Oscar during one of our quieter, more reflective moments when we were relaxing on the sofa at my place. We'd been talking about him growing up and about this probably being my last New Year's Eve party at Regent Magna, and he said he wanted to spend the night with me. So, by the time we're nearing midnight, also managing to `lose' three pints on my travels around the pub, by the time Ted is almost on his twelfth pint and Michelle is as pissed up as she was last year, I'm just about getting my sixth pint down me, which means I'm merry drunk and not stupid drunk. But other things have developed as the level of drunkenness flourished.

We were all introduced to Daniel. Ted was about seven pints drunk when that happened. Oscar and his motley gang of pals had just finished their crazy dancing and I saw him tug Daniel by the pants towards us. Daniel was a bit reticent, but then allowed Oscar to sort of guide him across to our table. Being already partly familiarized with Daniel by my couple of visits to the Games room, I was the first to hold my hand out when Oscar managed to get him to our table, and said, "This is Daniel."

I looked up at the big lad, and winked at him. "Hi Daniel. I'm Jezza... Oscar's mentoring uncle. Pleased to meet you."

The young man grinned, and held out his big paw. "Hi Jezza. Oscar's told me about you."

I shook his hand, and again I winked. "Not too much I hope."

He laughed. "All good."

I grinned back at him. Then Oscar said, "This is mum and dad."

Ted held out a hand, and they shook. "Nice to meet you Daniel. At last!"

Daniel giggled shyly. "Nice to meet you, Mr Lewis." Then Daniel held out his hand to Michelle, and when she smiled and took his hand, he smiled beautifully when he said, "Nice to meet you Mrs Lewis." Then the cheeky bugger added, "I can see where he gets his eyes from now."

I didn't miss the look of appreciation in Michelle's eyes when she replied, cheekily I thought, "It's not just his eyes he gets from me."

"Mum!" That was from Oscar, but at least we all laughed, which I thought was a good start.

Daniel, bless him, was up to the naughtiness, and gave her a big grin when he said, "I can imagine, but he's not as beautiful as you, Mrs Lewis."

I couldn't stop giggling. The cheeky bugger! I didn't miss his emphasis on the word as. So in his own way he'd just told Oscar's mother that he thought Oscar was beautiful. Whether Michelle was clever enough to work it out, I wasn't sure, but Jeremy Foster had not missed it. I looked at Oscar when he put his eyes up his head to signal to me that he was embarrassed, so I decided to rescue him, and at the same time cement this relationship. I grinned at Daniel, and said, "That compliment should get you invited to Sunday dinner. I'll be working next weekend, so you can have my place."

Ted took the bait. "That's a good idea. Why don't you come to dinner next Sunday, Daniel?" Then he looked at Michelle. "He could help out in the kitchen with Oscar while me and Jezza have a quick pint before he goes back to work."

Michelle giggled. "He can come to dinner, but I can manage in my own kitchen, thanks! They can watch TV!"

I looked at Oscar right in the eyes. I think had we not been all together, he might have shed a tear because he wanted to thank me so much. But I didn't give him a chance to get any deeper into the situation when I said, "Right, that's sorted." I glanced behind both boys. "I think your pals are waiting for you." Then, just to make sure Daniel knew I wasn't a dummy, I added, "And you'd best drink those beers before the cops arrive. We can't have you getting the landlord in trouble, can we?"

Daniel laughed. "See you all later then."

They both turned and went back to their own table. I looked at Ted and Michelle, and asked, "Well, what was it like to meet your future son-in-law?"

Michelle giggled. "Behave yourself! Are you really working next Sunday?"

I shook my head. "No. I just thought I'd set a scene that fitted. Set another place. I don't want to miss this for the world." I nodded towards Ted. "I can't wait to see how embarrassed he gets."

Ted dug me hard in the ribs. "You bastard, City Boy!"

**********

That was earlier, but now it's midnight and we're on our feet doing the countdown. Ten – nine – eight – seven – six – five – four – three – two – one – Happy New Year everybody! I keep my eyes on Oscar, and after he and his pals have done their stuff, he drags Daniel over to us for Auld Langsyne, and the extended `Lewis Family' sing it together. Afterwards, there are the usual kisses and hugs. Ted is giving Michelle a massive, prolonged kiss, so I take the opportunity to go close to the two boys, and whisper, "At least give each other a hug you two." Oscar smiles at me, turns to Daniel, who looks at me with a sort of affection in his eyes, and then grabs Oscar and hugs him very tightly. Oscar wraps his arms around Daniel's waist and hugs him back. Oscar's face is turned towards me. I smile at him, and I'm rewarded with one of his beautiful smiles. And then he closes his eyes and sinks into the boy he loves during this, their first moment of public affection. I turn away and wait for my turn to give Michelle a kiss, and when we do, there's no doubt it's a sexual one.

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

Oscar Lewis.

It's almost three in the morning when I open the door to Jezza's caravan and go inside. The TV is on and Jezza is lounging on the sofa, one arm on the end supporting his chin, and he's sipping a cup of coffee. I take off my coat and go and sit beside him. Automatically, he lifts his arm. I fold into him, wrap an arm around his waist, and lean my head against his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head. Then he asks, "Did it all go well?"

I nod. "Yes, thank you for everything. I love you."

Again he kisses my head. "Do you want a coffee, or shall we go to bed?"

I lift my head; we stare into each other's eyes for a long time; we kiss softly, and then I whisper, "Let's go to bed."

*********

There are no thoughts of Daniel when I draw my knees onto my chest and Jezza's cock slides into me, to its full length this time because I intend to reward this fantastic man/friend/lover for what he's done for me. But it's not just for Jezza that I'm doing it; I want to feel full of a gorgeous cock deep inside me; coupled properly as lovers do. Unlike many other times when we've not done it together for a few days, this time we fuck gently; sharing many loving kisses. Jezza is an expert; the ultimate boy lover, and he varies the length of his strokes to suit the affection I'm giving him. For a few moments he rubs his cock over my prostate until I'm almost cumming, and then he goes deep to get his own satisfaction. I grin at him and call him a "pig!"

He pulls out part way, manipulates my prostate again, and asks with a grin on his face, "What am I now?"

I arch my back, grit my teeth, and mutter, "A sexy pig."

He goes deep again, and our lips come together. I bite his tongue. He pushes it further into my mouth, so I suck it as if I'm sucking his cock. He pulls part way out and again works on my P-spot. I continue sucking on his tongue. By now we know all the signals that pass between us, and Jezza knows it's time. He slightly changes his rhythm to take me over the top, and when my spunk begins to spurt up my belly, he goes deep and I feel him pulsating inside me as he fills me full of his hot spunk; a beautiful moment we've shared many times, but none before have had so much meaning as this one. This will be the last time we ever make love on the first day of the New Year, and that's why, when it's ended, we both come together in a mixture of joy and love and regret. We don't need words now.

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

Jeremy Foster.

Ted tips up the last of his pint, grins at me, and says, "We'd better not be late."

I finish my own pint, grin at him, and reply, "Let's go and see the two lovers in action."

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The seating arrangements are different for this Sunday dinner. Ted and Michelle are seated together on one side of the table; Oscar and Daniel the other, and I've got a place on the end with Oscar on my left and Ted to my right. By the time we're three quarters of the way through dinner, Oscar and I have become almost redundant. Michelle and Daniel are getting on famously, and even Ted has come out of his shell when he and Oscar's boyfriend talk about football. Michelle concentrates on Daniel's future, and I can tell that both she and Ted are impressed when Daniel tells them that he's hoping to go University and get a degree in sports sciences so he can become a sports teacher. During this three-dimensional tκte ΰ tκte, I pick up my serviette from my lap, wipe the corners of my mouth, and after I've placed it on my lap again, slip my hand onto the knee which is pressing against mine, slide my hand up the blue track-suit bottom clad thigh, and caress the soft flesh beneath it. Oscar looks at me, and smiles. I withdraw my hand, and we carry on listening.

After dinner we retire to the lounge, and once again the rapport grows between Daniel and Ted when they discuss the various tools of the blacksmith trade that hang from the oak beams etc. This time Oscar joins in with them, so that leaves just me and Michelle seated. At one point I look at across at her and our eyes meet. I wink at her; she smiles a knowing smile, and then we go back to studying her `three boys'. Yes, I'm sure that's how Michelle is viewing the situation now. She's fully accepted the situation, and seems completely at ease with it. At one point, I'm just about to go and leave the family together, but then Oscar asks if he can show Daniel his room. We all know it's an excuse for him and Daniel to share a quiet moment together, but nevertheless, it is a crisis point, so I decide to stay a while longer until it's over. Because I know Oscar so well, I have visions of him on his knees the moment they get up there and sucking Daniel off before he has the chance to object. Maybe he did (and I'll ask him the next time we're alone), but if he has done, then he must have done a terrific job of it, because in no time they're back down again and I'm thinking discretion took the better part of sexual satisfaction. At this point, I do leave, telling them all to remain seated and I'll see myself out. I give Jack a fuss by his kennel, and then walk back to my own place, even whistling because I'm so happy at how things have gone. Another brick in the wall of the house of love that I hope to leave behind when the job here has finished.

To be continued.

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