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Richard Darby Stories.

 

A 5 part story by Richard Darby.

 

What's it all about, Alfie? - Part 2.

 

I needn't have worried about what would happen in the morning after Dom's dad had secretly wanked me off. Me and Dom were still asleep when his dad banged on the bedroom door and shouted, "Hey you two! Wakey wakey! We're going down to the caravan for the rest of the weekend. Move yourselves! Just brush your teeth. You can have a wash in the sea. I'm making you some eggs on toast. We'll call at your house before we go and tell your parents where you'll be Alfie. Come on! Move yourselves. Oh, and you'll find some new swimming trunks in the bottom drawer. Two pairs. They should fit you. Put them on now and you won't have to bother when we get there. The sun is shining and it's a lovely day. Move it!"

 

So we did move it! We were out of bed like a shot and racing to the bathroom to brush our teeth and do whatever we needed to do. Dom and me had a pee together and then Dom said he wanted a poo, so I left him to it. When Dom got back to the bedroom, I went and had a poo. By the time I got back to the bedroom, Dom was wearing a new pair of blue speedos. He pointed at the bed and I saw a yellow pair. So I dropped my underpants and put them on. Me and Dom, although we never did sex things together, were familiar with each other's bodies. It was second nature to us to be naked with each other. Well, we had grown up together since we were about five years old! Dom started laughing because the speedos were tiny ones and I had to squeeze my big dick into them.

 

So, shorts and tee-shirt on and we were soon downstairs and tucking into our eggs on toast. Dom's dad seemed very happy. He kept clipping us on the back of the head and telling us to hurry up. All thoughts about what had happened the previous night seemed as if it had happened in a dream. But I knew it hadn't. Anyway, because Dom's dad seemed not the least bit bothered about it, I did the same.

 

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Just over an hour later we were pulling up by the static caravan in Dom's dad's almost new, black Morris Oxford. (It was a lovely car with brown leather seats and smelled lovely. I can remember the smell now. It brings back memories if ever I smell leather seats. I'll tell you why later.) We were soon out of the car and putting some things Dom's dad had bought for the weekend into the caravan, and then we all went down to the seafront. It was packed! Me and Dom had shorts over our speedos and were wearing just sandals on our feet. Dom's dad was wearing shorts as well, and he had no top on. In fact, that's how he was dressed when we left the house.

 

Isn't it strange how events make you see things differently? Before Dom's dad started doing things to me, and especially before he wanked me off, I never really took any notice of his body. But I was seeing things through different eyes now. I studied him as we were travelling. He had a good head of thick brown hair, and because he was a bricklayer and worked outdoors, his strong and well muscled body was tanned a deep brown. He also had two tattoos on his upper arms. He didn't have much hair on his chest... just a tuft in the middle. No, he wasn't a hairy man, but he was definitely all-man! He was sexy! Yes he was, and I knew that when I was posing at home in front of the mirror and putting things up my bum, in future I would be thinking of him as he was then. Oh yes... that's when those gay beginnings really took root in me. I was turned on by a man with a great body who liked playing with my dick and enjoyed wanking me off. In fact, on that journey down to Weston-Super-Mare, I was wondering what it would be like to wank him off, or even better... have his dick up my bum. That thought was intriguing! Like all adults, he would be able to make loads of spunk. What would it be like to have his dick up my bum and be filled with loads of man spunk? I remember having to cross my legs in the backseat to hide the boner I had when I was thinking these things.

 

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We had a fantastic day. We put sun cream on and the places we couldn't reach, Dom's dad did those parts. Again my dick went hard when his strong hands were applying it to my back. That was difficult for me. All I was wearing was a pair of tiny speedos. Dom's dad would have enjoyed seeing my body when I'd got them on. They emphasised everything, including my bum. Because they were so small, the top of my bum crack was clearly visible. But he'd very probably worked that out when he bought the speedos. After all, as I discovered later, nothing turned him on more than my body. He adored it.

 

But back in those days, all the kids wore speedos. No Bermuda shorts in those days. The seaside was a pedo's paradise. And everybody used to take photos. Dom's dad took loads of us that day. I've still got some. They're amongst my most treasured possessions. There's one with me and Dom standing on the beach with our arms around each other's shoulders and smiling for the camera. I loved my best buddy. And I'll bet Dom's dad kept those he took of us that day. After all, that was the day after he first wanked me off. He wouldn't have forgotten that, and it was the beginnings of what we became. Yes, Dom's dad would definitely have kept some. He's dead now, but I really don't mind if he wanked off while looking at them. I do it myself sometimes, looking at photos and thinking about the man who first introduced me to gay sex. I loved Dom's dad before we had sex, but I loved him more when we became proper lovers, and I still have deep affections for him now.

 

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It was almost dark when we got back to the caravan. We'd had a great day and were all knackered. Bedtime. Me and Dom slept in the bedroom with two bunks in it before their family broke up, so we did the same that night. When we went to bed, I wondered if Dom's dad would try to get to me again, but he didn't. Too risky? Probably. Anyway, I fell asleep right away and I don't think I would have known anything about it if he did. (I discovered later that he didn't. I was right. He said it was far too risky.)

 

Sunday. We had another great day, and then we went home. They dropped me off at my house and we arranged that I'd stop with them the next weekend.

 

It was a long week for me. Dom's dad wanking me off had made me even hornier and I wanted to find out if it would be a one-off. More than anything, I was hoping it wouldn't.

 

It was raining the following weekend, so I knew we wouldn't be going to the caravan. I was both disappointed and pleased about that. I wanted to have a good time with Dom at the seaside, but I also wanted to see if his dad still wanted me. I know I wanted him to still want me. In fact, I wanked off all week thinking about it.

 

Friday... six o' clock and I ran all the way to Dom's house because I wanted to get there before Dom did. But Dom was there when I arrived, so we spent our evening like we normally did, and because it was raining and a bit cold, I was wearing jeans. That meant that when we were on the sofa watching TV, Dom's dad's hand couldn't get to me like he did when I was wearing shorts. Bedtime. Just our underpants on in bed. I was shaking with excitement. Would Dom's dad come into the bedroom and wank me off again? I wanted to wank myself off, but I didn't. I wanted to save it up for if Dom's dad came in again. It seemed like hours I was waiting, and Dom was snoring away like mad when I gave up and decided to have a wank. I'd just stretched my underpants down when, suddenly, I heard the bedroom door open. My heart almost stopped with the shock of it, and very gently I lifted my underpants back up and tried to relax. But I was better prepared this time. Hoping he would come in, I'd moved almost to the edge of the bed and opened my legs. My left knee was right by the place where I'd loosened the blankets so Dom's dad wouldn't have a problem getting to me.

 

I heard him come across the room, and then he did what he did last time... stroked my hair back and kissed my forehead, but this time he planted lots of gentle kisses on it. I snored gently away while he was doing it, and my mouth was open, and then I felt his breath on my face. I wondered what he was doing until I felt his lips touching mine. Then I felt a wet tongue licking my lips. God, I was so worked up that I nearly grabbed him and kissed him! But I didn't. I just lay there and let him do what he wanted. A final peck on the lips, and then he went down by the side of the bed again. The blankets were lifted and I felt that lovely rough hand on my knee. Then it slid gently right along my inner thigh. He could do that because my legs were wide open. Because he kept stroking me there, he must have liked that a lot, and then he got hold of my dick. There was no disguising how I was feeling. My dick was tenting so much in my underpants that it was lifting the hem away from my tummy.

 

Dom's dad had worked out that I was awake and pretending. How could he not do? He knew I wanted what he was doing as much as he did. That's why he wasn't so gentle this time. That's why he worked my underpants right down until they were down onto my thighs. That's why he put his hand under my bum and pushed a finger inside my bum crack until he could tickle my bumhole. That's why he pushed the blankets back and was able to get at me. And that's why he put his lips over my dick and sucked me off while he was tickling my bumhole.

 

It was fantastic! Nobody can ever know how fantastic it is when you're just ten years old and a budding gay boy to have a hot mouth sucking your dick and a hard tongue playing havoc with the nerves of your nob when the foreskin is rolled back. Again I lasted about 30 seconds before the feelings exploded inside me. They seemed to go on forever because it was so wanted; so needed; so wonderful. And then they went away.

 

But Dom's dad didn't, even though I thought he would do after he'd done that to me. No, he stayed where he was and played with my dick while I was recovering. He was gentle with me... not wanting to hurt me at all, and he was rewarded for his patience, because my dick got hard again. And again he sucked me off, but it took longer this time. He wasn't even bothering to be gentle now. He knew I was enjoying every moment of his loving. Mutual sex. We had arrived at that point, but still we both decided to make out that I was asleep. There was to be no communication between us other than the awareness that we both knew what was happening. Dom's dad was having sex with his son's ten year old best friend. It was our secret, and it would stay that way. Even between ourselves... for the moment.

 

Even though he'd sucked me off twice, still he didn't go away, but the next time he did it was slightly different. He waited until I was recovered and hard again, and then he took his hand from under my bum and he must have soaked his finger with saliva, because when he put it back, I felt it slip easily, about an inch, up my bum. Then he got hold of my dick and wanked me and sucked me off at the same time, and when the feelings came this time, he was pushing his finger up and down my bum as if it was fucking me. More gay awakenings? Definitely! Now I really knew I wanted him to fuck me one day.

 

Sex over. He wriggled my underpants back up; rearranged the bedclothes, leaned over and kissed me a few times on my forehead, and then he silently went away like a thief in the night. He was in a way. He had stolen my virginity, and I was damned pleased he had. That finger-fuck was as nice as any dick I've had up me since. Yes, Dom's dad had stolen my virginity when I was just a ten year old little boy.

 

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The following day (Saturday) was just as if nothing had happened. Instead of watching TV, we went to the pictures. I remember the film we watched: Jungle Book. It was a great film. Then we went home. Bedtime. Me and Dom were awake for ages laughing about the film. Then we went to sleep. Well, Dom did. I didn't. I knew what was going to happen. That's why, as soon as I was sure that Dom was asleep, I loosened the blankets where I knew Dom's dad would need to get to me and took my underpants completely off and tucked them under the pillow. Now there was a completely naked ten year old boy waiting for Dom's dad to abuse me, and I even bent my legs at the knees and allowed them to open wide for when he arrived. An invitation? You can bet your ass that it was!

 

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Dom's dad didn't let me down. He arrived in his normal way and was soon into me after he'd given me the usual kisses. The first time was a straight forward sucking off job, but this time he did it while he was running a finger nail up and down my perineum and stroking my balls. No pretence from me this time either. Even though I was still feigning sleep, as soon as I felt the feelings arriving, I pushed up and made sure my dick was as far in his mouth as I could get it when I climaxed. Then, after I'd recovered from the first blow job, it was the wet-finger job up my bum, and I even pushed down on it so it would go up further while he was sucking on my dick. That made the feelings even nicer, especially because, when the feelings surged through me, he really finger-fucked me while it was happening.

 

Then he pushed the blankets back further and began to kiss my body. It was wonderful, feeling his lips travelling over my small body. He even got up as far as my nipples and he sucked on those for a while. I'd never even thought that my tits could be a part of sex, but after Dom's dad had finishing sucking and nibbling on them, my dick was throbbing like mad. That's when he went back down and sucked me off again, but this time he wasn't gentle with me. I didn't want him to be. It was gorgeous feeling him sucking and licking my dick like a dog with a bone, and I soon had the feelings again. And then he went as if to go away. I didn't want him to go, but I knew he didn't know that I could do it more than three times.

 

But before he went, he did something really special that was to open the door wide for our future affair... he kissed my forehead and whispered, "I love you Alfie. Dom won't be here next weekend, but I still want you to come here. You can tell your mum that Dom will be here." Then he added, "That's if you want to. I wouldn't make you do anything you didn't want. And please don't tell anyone what we've been doing."

 

And that's when we had our first sexual communication. I opened my eyes and smiled at him and whispered back, "I'll come. Please don't let Dom know what's happening."

 

He smiled at me. "I won't, don't worry about that. I'll make sure you'll always be the best of friends."

 

And then he went away. And then I cried. Not because I was upset, but because I was so happy.

 

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Sunday evening and Dom's dad took me home. I waved to them as they drove away. Then I went to bed and thought about the following weekend. What would happen now we had outed ourselves? I hadn't got a clue really, but I couldn't wait for next Friday evening to come around.

 

But I'll tell you what happened in the next part.

 

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Richard Darby. richt4t1958@gmx.com