Dave and John

 

This gentle tale of teenage romance is set in 1950's London, an era as unfamiliar to modern teenagers as the Stone Age, though that won't matter to modern teenagers as they won't be reading it.
In that long ago age, same sex relationship was outlawed for all – well for all males, females could play any games they wished with other females and break no laws when they did, no matter what the age of the players – and, incredible as it may seem to the modern mind, the media did not fill its pages with stories of `historical sex abuse' because that hadn't been invented and nobody was interested.
No-one was gay because being gay hadn't been invented yet either, that wouldn't happen for another twenty years, and grooming was something that was done to horses, not to boys.
No internet, no mobile phones and virtually no porn of any kind, an age of innocence it would seem.
In a way, it was; boys in the 1950's were not brainwashed as is the modern boy into believing that his cock is for his own hand alone unless he finds a convenient girl, and mutual masturbation was commonplace. Most boys had a friend or two they wanked with and asking another boy if he wanted a look or a feel was just about standard practice and had no unfortunate side effects.
The only thing that mattered was that a boy should be a boy; a boy didn't like another boy because he wanked or sucked him, he did those things because he simply needed some cock. Nothing more than that, very definitely, nothing more than that.

 

                                             Dave and John

                              A tale of romantic teenage lust

                                             by Ivor Sukwell

 

"Need a boy" Dave told his cock as he had a lonely Saturday morning wank.

School was sorted; he had two or three he could wank with at school, and Phil, who sucked as well, and the summer had been okay because at weekends there'd been Abbey at the cricket club, and he also sucked, but the cricket season was finished and he didn't have anything lined up for winter weekends.

Dave, like most boys of fifteen, needed to exercise his cock, though, and Dave accepted the fact, he did like cock perhaps a bit more than some other boys. Not that there was any problem with that, in fact quite the opposite. Being known as a bit of a sex maniac at school had its advantages, and Phil was a case in point.

Phil lived the other side of the main road and the two boys often walked part of the way home together, and on one such walk, Phil had asked, right out of the blue, if Dave fancied going round his for a wank?

Of course, Dave had said `yes' without a second thought, even though Phil was a Roundhead and Dave was more of a Royalist sympathiser, Cavalier cock being easier and better to wank.

It had been a good decision though, as it was Phil who introduced Dave to sucking, and once Dave had a cock in his mouth and tasted spunk for the first time he was totally hooked and wanted more. A lot of boys, though, were quite happy to wank and be wanked, but not that many fancied sucking, so Dave had been lucky to come across Abbey at the cricket club, who was well into it.

He was a Roundhead as well, and not very big either, but he sucked and that was enough for Dave.

"Might be someone at football" Dave suggested to his cock,"Hope it's a Cavalier, though" Most boys still had possession of their foreskins, a fact Dave knew from showers at school, he'd just been a bit unlucky in that the two cocks he'd had to suck had both lost theirs.

Football would be interesting at least; Dave knew he probably wouldn't find a regular in the first game, most of his Youth Club side would be the same as last year, there'd be a couple of new ones to check out, but the interesting bit was that it was an away game against a Council run Boys' Home, and they played their home games where there were showers in the changing room, so there'd be some cock to look at if nothing else.

The Boys' Home kids were always made to have a shower after the match, so there would be at least eleven new cocks to see, and that was worth looking forward to.

John was new to the Youth Club he'd only joined because of the football team; they'd won the league at Under 14 last year so there was a fair chance they'd win it at Under 15 this season and John was tough left half, and all sides, schoolboy or professional, needed an enforcer at half back. He didn't know any of the kids on the side, so he was sitting, not actually on his own, but with a space between him and the boy changing next to him.

John didn't have a lot of changing to do, he'd had his football shorts on under his trousers, so it was just a matter of getting trousers off and pulling on footy socks and getting his boots on, then sitting waiting for the guy who ran the team to come in with the shirts.

He wasn't left on his own for long, another kid arriving and taking the space beside him. He hadn't taken the precaution of getting his shorts on at home like John had, and he didn't take any precautions while changing either, not seeming to even notice that he gave John a good look at this bits when he took his underpants off to get swimming trunks on to wear under his shorts.

"Didn't need them last season" he grinned at John when everything was concealed again,"But something's grown a bit since then"

"Yeah, mine too" John nodded, but didn't say that he'd liked what he'd seen. He didn't even know the kid's name yet, so saying his cock was nice wouldn't be far off suggesting they had a wank, and John knew he had to be careful about saying things like that.

It was a nice cock, though, and with any luck, he might get another look after the game; the kid didn't seem too bothered about it being seen, which was a good sign, but not enough.

Dave thought the new kid had possibilities, was definitely the sort of kid he'd wank with, more than wank if he was willing to go further, and Dave really wanted a boy who was okay with being sucked, even better if he sucked as well. He'd certainly taken the chance Dave had offered him of getting a look, but all kids looked, even the ones who didn't give looked, so looking didn't mean anything.

"Give you a really good look after" Dave said to himself,"Make sure you see the lot"

He forgot about cock for almost all of the next ninety minutes because he was playing football, it was only at half-time, while they were eating the oranges provided, still a real luxury though rationing had ended now, that cock thoughts came back into focus.

The new kid, Dave had discovered his name was `John', wasn't wearing the standard, knee length shorts that everyone else was wearing. John's shorts were short! They only reached about half way down his thigh, so lots of leg was visible.

"Need something under them" Dave thought,"Flop out if you didn't"

That was true, and Dave knew it was true, even with knee length shorts  he'd have been in danger of things being seen if he didn't have his swimming trunks on under them. The kid, John, had really nice legs as well, and Dave had a good look at them, hoping that what was between them was for King and not for Parliament, Cavalier cock was so much better than Roundhead cock.

They won the game easily enough, five-nil, and Dave headed straight for the showers, along with a few of his team mates and all the Boys' Home kids. He didn't spend as long in there as he would normally have done, John wasn't showering and Dave wanted to make sure he didn't leave before he'd been given a proper look, but he needn't have worried, because John was still sitting on the bench, only just starting to undo his boot laces.

Dave had deliberately left his towel where he was changing, so he'd have to walk naked from the showers and give John the chance of having a proper look, a chance John took, looking not just at Dave's cock but at all of him, and that, Dave thought, was at the very least, hopeful.

Dave stood as close to John as he dared while he dried his hair, his cock no more than a couple of feet from the other boy's face, and Dave knew from the sneaky glances he took, that John's eyes never left his cock.

"Yeah" Dave thought,"You'll give alright" all that was needed was to suggest some cock fun and he was sure he'd be away.

John didn't go to Dave's school though, so he didn't know the boy enough yet to suggest anything, and he contented himself with just giving John plenty to look at, enough, he hoped, to make it plain that more than looking was possible.

Dave thought about John a lot during the next week, knowing he wanted to do more than just feel and wank the boy. More than suck him as well. Dave wanted a boy he could be really dirty with, be in bed naked with, as much of their bodies touching as was possible, even going as far as, and Dave knew this was a really, really dirty thought, as far as kissing.

He wasn't sure why he wanted to do that, but the image of a naked John held close and doing proper, mouth open kissing kept coming into his mind, even when he wasn't having a wank.

That was seriously dirty, though, you'd have to be certain a boy was as dirty as you were before you'd dare to suggest anything like that. No-one was going to take the piss out of you for wanting to wank a boy, even to suck him, but snogging? That was a different matter altogether!

John would be perfect for it, though, he had a decent body, just like Dave did, and he'd be magic in bed. Dave hadn't actually been in bed with another boy yet, but he just knew John would be perfect. His legs for a start; at fifteen Dave didn't have much more than fuzz yet on the fronts of his thighs, but there were some real hairs starting to grow on the backs, and on his shins as well, especially just above the ankles, but from what he'd been able to see of John's legs, there wasn't even fuzz yet on his thighs, and what would it feel like to have legs like that wrapped around his own?

John was doing some thinking of his own as well. That kid at football, Dave, not only had a nice cock, he hadn't made too much of a secret of it that it was an available cock as well. He'd made really sure that John could get plenty of looks at it, even almost shoving it right into his face, and he'd been only able to resist the temptation to reach for it, get it hard and into his mouth because there were other kids in the changing room.

No, John mentally sighed, that wasn't true, was it? Even if they'd been on their own, he wouldn't have done what he wanted to do; he wouldn't have dared to. He didn't dare take the risk that Dave wasn't just a boy who liked to wank and be wanked, that he didn't have a really dirty mind, and if he didn't have a filthy mind he'd be shocked and probably laugh and tell everyone what sort of a boy John was.

However much he liked Dave's cock, and he liked the look of it soft a lot, and just knew it would be magic hard, he couldn't take the risk. Not yet.

You couldn't feel another boy and not let him have a feel of you and much as John wanted to feel and be felt by a boy, he knew all he could do was to wank and dream about it.

On the Saturday, Dave again gave John all there was to see to look at, unnecessarily and blatantly taking all his outside clothes off, even his pants, before starting to get his football kit on. Even then he put his socks on first, followed by his football shirt, before pulling on his swimming trunks and finally hiding away what he had, trying to make it as obvious as possible that his cock was available.

John looked, and looked without pretending that he wasn't looking, but that was as far as he dared to go. He so wanted to do the same as Dave, make his cock available, but he knew he just could not afford to make a mistake, so, once again, he looked and only looked.

The third Saturday Dave determined it was time to make some sort of move. John made no effort to hide the fact that he looked and looked, and Dave needed more than just being looked at.

It might not have seemed so, but the game they were to play presented an ideal opportunity to get something going. The opposition played on a pitch that didn't have any changing rooms, so you had to turn up with your kit already on, which meant there was no chance for Dave to show John his cock again, but it was going to be an easy win and Dave knew he wouldn't have to do hardly any running around, so he left off the swimming trunks and played as he had played a year ago, with nothing under his shorts.

Somehow or other he was going to get John to do something, or at the very worst, say why he wouldn't.

They won 10-0 and neither Dave nor John had anything to do apart from the occasion kick upfield so the forwards could score another goal, and as they trudged towards where they had left their clothes behind a goal, Dave made his opening move.

"Ice cream van over there" he said,"You fancy one? I'll get them"

It would have been bad manners to say 'no' to an offer from the boy who'd been showing off his cock for the past two weeks, so John agreed, thinking it was safe enough to have an ice cream in full football kit.

They arranged themselves on the grass in the now deserted playing field, Dave contriving, and not caring how obvious it was, to give John a chance to see up inside his shorts.

John knew what Dave was doing, but he couldn't stop himself from looking, really wishing now that he could do more than look.

"What's the matter with it, then" Dave asked as they licked ice cream cornets.

"Nothing" John said, thinking Dave was asking about the ice cream,"Tastes alright to me"

"How would you know" Dave pounced,"You ain't had a feel of it yet, so how you know what it tastes like"

"Didn't mean that" john blushed slightly,"Thought you meant the ice cream"

"Well I didn't" Dave said emphatically,"You been staring at it for the last two weeks and now you're trying to see up my shorts"

"And you haven't exactly been hiding it, have you" John tried to defend himself.

"Course not! So what's the matter? Know you like looking"

"Do" John admitted,"You got a nice cock"

"Thanks" Dave grinned,"Bet you have as well" Dave had a sudden horrible thought that he'd gone and blown it when he said that. John never gave the slightest chance of anyone seeing what he had; perhaps he was embarrassed by his cock, that it was still small, that, even at fifteen, he couldn't spunk yet. Perhaps both of those and he was a Roundhead as well, and if he was he had every reason to be embarrassed.

"Sorry" he said, embarrassed in his turn,"Didn't mean anything by it. Don't matter how big it is, does it, it's what you do with it that counts. And" he said, knowing as he said it he could be making things worse,"Kid at the cricket club's pretty small and he's a Roundhead, but he's still okay to suck"

"You suck" John was suddenly interested.

"Yeah. I know lots of kids don't like it, but I do. Sorry if that puts you off me"

"No, it don't" John said quickly. If Dave sucked he might be dirty enough to risk taking a chance with after all.

"So why ain't you done nothing, then" Dave asked,"You likes looking, I know that, so why not go for a feel"

"Can't" John said and offered no further explanation.

"Course you can" Dave insisted,"I been wanking for a couple of weeks now thinking about your legs and what you might have between them. Okay, so I'm a dirty minded sod, but you got really sexy legs"

"You think so"

"Too right I do! I mean, I ain't got much in the way of hair on mine, but yours look real smooth, not even any fuzz on them"

"And you think that's sexy"

"Do priests bum choir boys" Dave giggled, saying the dirtiest thing he could think of.

"Do if they've got any sense" John sniggered back.

"How about" Dave pushed things,"You sticks your hand up my shorts if you wants to, and I has a feel of your legs"

"Just my legs"

"More if you wants. I ain't going to say `no'"

"Just legs" John said,"If that's okay with you"

"Do for now" Dave agreed and shifted a bit closer so John could get a hand up without having to stretch too far.

"Oh, shit" Dave breathed as John's hand found what it was searching for and repeated that as he felt the unbelievable smoothness of John's thigh.

"Mmmm" was all John could manage as Dave rose to full hardness in his hand and Dave stroked his thigh in a really sexy way.

"Like it" Dave's question wasn't really needed as it was clear that John very much liked what he was holding, and from the way he dealt with it, it seemed fairly obvious that it wasn't the first time John had had cock in his hand.

John had a problem now, the very problem he'd been so desperate to avoid. Dave's hand felt good on his leg, but there was somewhere else he wanted it to be and he was still too scared to let that happen.

"Can feel me from the outside if you want" he compromised,"But no going inside. Promise"

Outside was better than nothing, so Dave promised and felt the bulge at the front of John's shorts.

He couldn't feel a lot through shorts and whatever it was that John had on underneath them, but it seemed to be a pretty decent lump and it was certainly a hard lump.

"Feels nice" John almost whispered as he was fondled and did some fondling of his own.

"Does" Dave agreed, and thought he'd push his luck a bit."Could feel even better"

"You promised"

"I know. Just saying, that's all"

It could feel better and John wanted it to feel better. Dave had said he was a dirty minded sod, but was he dirty minded enough?

"You really like sucking" John found himself asking.

"Love it" Dave said without a second's hesitation,"Like it when a cock spunks in my mouth as well"

"You spit it out"

"No chance! Swirls it around in my mouth for a bit, then swallows it"

Even to John, that sounded pretty dirty.

"If I let you have a proper feel" John dared to say,"Promise you won't laugh at me or tell anyone, will you"

"Course not"

"Promise"

"Promise" Dave agreed. Okay, the kid had a tiny cock, couldn't spunk and was a Roundhead. So what?

Alright then" John burnt his boats,"Just a sec"

He slipped a hand inside his shorts, fished his cock out of his jock strap and when he'd done that, he took a gulping breath and gave Dave permission for his hand to go as far up his leg as it wanted.

It was a huge risk, but John reasoned to himself, he didn't go to the same school as Dave and the very worst that could happen was that he'd have to find another team to play for.

Dave's hand went all the way up, found hard cock and held it for a few seconds, and then a thumb went searching around the base of it, trying to find what wasn't there to be found.

There was no doubt about it; John's cock was at least as big as Dave's and he was a Cavalier not a Roundhead, and from the quick feel Dave had of his balls, he must be able to spunk, so why couldn't his thumb and fingers find any hairs?

"You ain't got no hairs" Dave breathed, not in shocked horror, more in surprised awe.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh" a still scared John said.

"Laugh? I want to rip your shorts and whatever off and suck you dry" Dave stated a plain and simple fact,"This is so bleeding sexy" he added as his hand did some more searching.

"You don't think I'm weird and dirty"

"Course you are" Dave grinned,"Weirdest and dirtiest kid around. Just  the sort of kid I want to be filthy dirty in bed with"

"Think you might be just a bit filthy dirty yourself" an increasingly relieved John grinned."Thought you were actually going to push your cock right into my face first time we got changed"

"Bloody nearly did" Dave admitted,"Would have done if there weren't  no other kids around"

"This natural" Dave asked, trying to feel John's amazing smoothness and his cock at the same time,"Like your legs is so super smooth as well"

"You really like  it" still a bit anxious John asked.

"Bleeding love it! Wish my legs was as smooth as yours. Don't know about cock hairs though. Be a bit awkward having showers at school"

"Don't have showers at my school" John said,"But you see why I arrive ready changed for football"

"Yeah" Dave agreed,"Still want to see it, though"

"Can if you want. No-one around, is there"

"No. But if I get it out I'm going to want to suck it"

"Don't remember saying you can't"

"Here? In the middle of the field? That would be so dirty"

"Am dirty"

"Yeah, me too"

The two boys looked at each other, each with a hand up inside the other's shorts admiring each other's hardness, hands and cocks forming a bond between them.

"Want to be really dirty with you" Dave mumbled, embarrassing himself by telling the truth,"Not just a bit dirty, real, all the way dirty"

John was up somewhere on cloud nine; he'd been so scared of another boy finding out he was hairless, but Dave wasn't shocked by it, he liked it, he thought it was sexy, he wanted to do real, proper dirty things, things John knew all about.

"Want to snog you"

Dave knew how risky it was to say that, to admit to another boy that he wanted to kiss him. Not ordinary stuff like wanting to wank him, suck him even and have him spunk in his mouth. Wanking was alright, everyone wanked; well, boys anyway, but even just sucking could be dodgy because not all boys wanted to go that far, but kissing? Would another boy do that?

That was dirty beyond dirty; you might think about it when you had a wank, but you knew you were the only boy who did. You could never say, even to boys like Phil or Abbey who spunked in your mouth when you sucked them, that you fancied snogging them. They'd never speak to you again. Boys did not kiss boys.

Dave waited for John to push him away, to get up and walk off without another word. He'd gone too far, and he knew he'd gone too far.

"Not here" John said quietly after what seemed to Dave to be a year.

Dave dragged his eyes up to John's, not believing what he thought he'd heard.

"Not safe here" John said.

"Sorry" Dave muttered, giving John's cock what he thought would be a last ever squeeze.

"No need" John squeezed back,"Just not safe here"

"No" Dave agreed and forced a grin onto his face, trying to cover things up by being dirty again,"Want to do it naked"

"Best way" John grinned back,"And can't do that here"

"You don't mind then" Dave struggled to understand,"Me saying I want to kiss you"

"Course not" John smiled, actually smiled, not a dirty grin but a real smile.

"Bloody buggers" Dave breathed in relief,"I nearly shit myself when I realised I'd said it"

"Like I was shitting myself when I let you find out I ain't got no hairs"

"Love it that you ain't"

"Love it that you want to kiss me"

Having started, Dave thought he may as well finish.

"Sort of think I want you as more than just a mate I see on Saturdays" Dave almost whispered.

"Wank mate"

"More than that"

"Me too"

"Really"

"Yeah, really"

"Bloody buggers" Dave almost shouted this time,"Can't wait to see you starkers, suck the spunk out of your hairless cock"

"And snog me"

"Shit yes! Real, dirty tongue kissing"

"While naked"

Dave almost groaned at the thought.

"Better go now" John reluctantly let go of Dave's cock and took his hand out from under Dave's shorts.

"Yeah. Spose" Equally reluctantly, Dave released John's cock, but slid his hand down a smooth thigh on the way out.

Dave wanked furiously that night, and just as furiously all the next week, waiting for Saturday to come again and with it football and John. He didn't know if there'd be a chance for some cock or not, but that was almost not important because John wanted it as much as he did, so they'd work out a way of doing it properly somehow or other.

What was really important was that, even if they never had the chance for actual cock, they could talk cock, and John was as filthy minded as he was so they could chat about the cocks they'd wanked and sucked, and the boys they hadn't had but wanted to, and how much nicer Cavalier cock was than Roundhead cock, though, of course, you'd wank and suck a Roundhead one if it was available.

And John wanted to do really dirty things as well, be naked in bed together, wanking, sucking and snogging. John was actually okay about snogging! How magic was that! He'd said he wanted to snog John, and John hadn't thought he was weird, just said they couldn't do it in the middle of the field, and that meant he'd do it if they could find somewhere to do it!

John was just the sort of boy Dave dreamed about; filthy minded and with a really nice Cavalier cock. Of course, Dave hadn't actually seen it yet, but it felt just perfect, with a lovely long bit of skin at the end, even when it was hard; Dave imagined being in bed with John and playing with that bit of skin for hours while they talked dirty and their balls filled up again and he used his other hand to feel John's amazing smooth legs and all round his hairless cock and balls.

"Bet he spurts lovely, thick, tasty spunk as well" Dave dreamed as he wanked himself to a finish.

John's wanking varied between furious and thoughtful; furious when he thought about how lucky he was to have come across a really dirty minded boy who thought that John being hairless was about as sexy dirty as it got and wanted to do stuff naked in bed, and that included snogging!

He'd so wanted to do it with a boy, and been so scared that he never would because he was smooth and hairless and other boys would think he was too weird to do stuff with, but now he'd found one who didn't think he was weird, thought he was sexy and dirty, which he was.

What would he think, though, when he found out just how dirty he actually was? Found out why he didn't have any hairs and his legs were completely smooth?

That was when John's wanking became thoughtful instead of furious. He couldn't keep it a secret from Dave, not if they were going to have a bed to be naked together in.

Saturday did not provide the boys any chance of cock; there weren't any showers but Dave, once again, stripped off completely before getting his football kit on, and after the game, which they won 3-1, he stripped again and made a pretence of drying sweat off his back, holding his towel in such a way that his bits were hidden from all but John, who instantly took the offered opportunity of having a quick feel.

A seemingly simple enough thing, but both boys understood the implied message; `Yours any time you want. No need to ask first,' and the smiles they exchanged read loud and clear to both, `Message received and understood.'

They couldn't have cock, but they could talk cock, and this they did on their way home, deciding to call in at a local café for a dripping crust and a cup of tea, costing them tuppence each and meaning they had to walk all the way home instead of catching a bus as the tuppence was their bus fare.

"Knows it ain't just your cock I likes, don't you" Dave once again ventured onto dangerous ground between bites of his bread and dripping.

"No" John also filled his mouth,"Knows you likes my legs as well"

Talking dirty was the safe way out when there were serious things to say.

"Sexy legs" Dave nodded,"But likes you as well. Only cos you got a filthy mind like me, of course" he hastened to add in case John got hold of the wrong end of the stick.

"Course" John acknowledged,"Cos we wants to do dirty stuff together"

"Yeah, that's right. Dirty as we can"

"Might not after I tells you" John began to bite his own bullet.

"Tells me what"

"What I don't want to tell you"

"Why you talking about it then"

"Cos I got to tell you"

"Tell me what"

"That I'm dirtier than what you thinks I am"

"So? Can't be too dirty, can you"

"Might be. For you, anyway"

"No chance" Dave said emphatically and had a swig of his tea.

"I ain't naturally hairless" John plucked up the courage to declare.

Dave looked up from his cup, all attentive ears. This sounded both dirty and interesting.

"You mean you shaves them off" he asked, awe and admiration in his voice.

"Not me. Stan"

"Who's Stan"

"He lives next door"

Dave didn't know any boys called Stan. `Stan' was not a common boy's name. Dads and uncles were called Stan, not boys. Comprehension began to slowly dawn in Dave's mind.

"Whoa" Dave breathed,"You telling me the bloke next door shaves you"

"More than shaves me" John waited for the sky to fall.

"You saying you does it with a bloke" This was the dirtiest thing ever! Doing it with a man! Dave had thought it was only a boy thing, boys doing it by themselves or with other boys, but doing it with a bloke? A man doing it with a boy?

"Bloody buggers" Dave burst out,"What's it like? Is it any good? Good as doing it with a boy"

"You don't hate me" The sky hadn't fallen in, there wasn't any need for the earth to open and swallow him. Not yet."Don't know if it's as good as with a boy. Never done anything with a boy before you"

"Pull the other one" Dave grinned,"You certainly knew what to do with my cock when you got your hand up my shorts"

"Would, wouldn't I"

"Oh, yeah. Spose you would"

"So that's why I ain't got no hairs. Stan likes me smooth"

"He ain't the only one" Dave tried to keep it safe, keep it all about cock, keep it light, but it was clear from John's rather sad attempt at a smile that he had a mouthful he needed to spit out.

"Want to tell me about it" Dave asked,"Don't have to, of course, still going to want to snog you and have you spunk in my mouth"

"Might not if I tell you"

"Said I liked you, didn't I? And not just for your cock"

"But you want me to spunk in your mouth"

"Course I bloody do"

"Well, spose I got to tell you if we're going to have a chance for that"

"Bloody tell me, then" Dave nearly shouted. He'd wanted to suck John before all this, but now he was desperate to.

"Ain't got no dad" John began,"He copped it in Italy. Can't even remember ever seeing him. Spose Stan's been like a dad to me, really, taking me to the Arsenal, and to Lords for Test matches. Don't know if my dad would have done that if he hadn't copped it. Praps he would. Never know, will I?
Anyway, got so I saw Stan lots as I got older and Mum was all for it, said it was good that I had a sort of dad if not a real one. Then, before we did that Eleven Plus thing, what you passed and I failed, I started staying at his on Friday nights so he could take me to football on Saturday mornings and then to the Arsenal in the afternoons.
Weren't nothing ever happened, nothing dirty, not till I were in the second year at the Sec Mod and he caught me wanking. It were a real good wank, you know, one of them special ones you has sometimes when you forget everything except wanking and who your wanking about"

Dave knew all about wanks like that – he'd had a dozen or so himself in the last couple of weeks thinking about John.

"And he caught you doing it" Dave encouraged, hard himself from listening. Getting caught wanking by a parent was every boy's dread, the ultimate embarrassment.

"Yeah. I was starkers with the bedclothes all pulled out of the way so I could really go for it. Didn't even know he was there till I finished and he asked me who Jimmy was"

"You were wanking about a boy" Dave asked, enthralled.

"Yeah. Kid in my form. Fancied him rotten. Seems I was moaning, `Jimmy, Jimmy,' as I got the feeling. Couldn't spunk then"

"Wow" Dave breathed and adjusted his hard on."What happened? He tell you off"

"No. Asked me if I always thought about boys when I wanked"

"What!? He never! Did you? Always think of boys"

"Course I did. Don't you"

"Still do" Dave grinned, his cock throbbing.

"Yeah, well. Then, I couldn't believe it, but he said he wouldn't have no boy in his house who wanked in secret, cos doing that weren't good for boys, and I could wank as much as I wanted when I stayed at his and I'd never get in trouble for doing it. And he didn't even mind if he was there when I did it"

"And did you"

"Course I did. Bet you would have done as well. Spose I had a really dirty mind even then, cos I thought it would be fun to let him catch me wanking again, and then, well, he started doing it for me and I didn't have to sleep on his settee no more"

"Oh, wow" Dave enthused,"You lucky bugger"

"Sort of, I spose" John half agreed,"But he wouldn't let me grow no hairs so I couldn't do it with other boys, could I? Get the mick taken something real rotten if anyone knew I ain't got hairs"

This was the dirtiest thing Dave had ever heard, and he couldn't help imagining  himself getting caught wanking by a bloke and then making sure he got caught again. Then he thought about having his balls shaved.

"Bit dodgy, though, ain't it? Shaving, like? My dad's always  got nicks and cuts on his face. Wouldn't want none of them on my cock or balls"

"Was dead scared at first" John grinned,"Stan uses a cut-throat razor and you can imagine what it's like having one of them up against your balls, but it's okay really. He likes my balls as much as I do. Sucks them after he's shaved them" John added, hoping Dave might take the hint.

"You like it? Being shaved and hairless" Dave couldn't get rid of his own cock hairs of course, because of school  showers, but John's legs were super sexy and having shaved legs would  be seriously dirty.

"Honest answer? Sort of did and didn't till a couple of weeks ago. Liked it cos it does feel really sexy; didn't like it cos it meant I couldn't go with a boy"

"Can now" Dave grinned.

"I know. That's why I said until a couple of weeks ago. That's if you still want to go with me, now you know"

"Course I bloody do you silly sod. But you didn't have to tell me, you know"

"Did. Cos Stan says we can use his place to do stuff if we wants"

"He what"

"Yeah. Use his bed as well if you wants to do it proper, so had to tell you about him, didn't I"

"When? Can we go there now" The thought of Stan, whoever he was, knowing that they'd be doing things didn't bother Dave at all. If anything, it made his cock go even harder.

"He won't be home till about six, cos he's gone to watch the Spurs lose at home. And there's one other thing"

"What's that"

"Stan's a really nice bloke. Like I said, he takes me to football and things, and he buys me stuff, like my new shorts"

"Love them shorts" Dave envied,"Really sexy, not like the ones I got"

"Are, aren't they" John agreed,"Feel sexy wearing them. But Stan likes boys, Dave. Really likes them I mean"

"What? Like boys likes boys"

"Yeah. He said that almost all boys are a bit like us when they're our age, but most grow sort of out of it later, like when they leave school, but he never did"

"Don't know if I will" Dave considered,"I really likes cock"

"Yeah, me too, and I got to leave school next summer. You got another year after that, so you get an extra year of cock"

"Think I'll stay on to the Sixth Form" Dave giggled,"Get it even longer"

"Dirty bugger"

"You better believe it"

"I do"

"So we got to wait till six" Dave didn't want to wait till six, Dave wanted John's cock now, this instant; he'd already waited far too long!

"I got a key" John sniggered,"Don't have to wait till he gets home if you don't want to"

"Stay here much longer and I'm going to suck you off right here"

"Best not" John giggled,"People in here might not be like Stan"

Dave was a bit thoughtful as the two boys walked home; he wasn't silent or anything, but he couldn't have said if they were talking about football or cock, but it was cock related thoughts that were occupying his mind.

Dave had done loads of boys before, but this was different. He wasn't just going to get at John's cock, he was going to do John properly, naked in a bed. He'd wank dreamed hundreds of times about doing it like that with a boy and now it was actually going to happen.

That was reason enough for his tummy to be a little fluttery but that wasn't why the Cabbage Whites and Red Admirals were having a party in his stomach – it was because he was going to be doing it with John.

His first time doing it properly with a boy and that boy was John.

Why should that seem different than doing it with any other boy? What was the reason why he didn't just want to wank John, suck him and have him shoot in his mouth while they were naked together? Why did he so badly want to kiss John?

Dave was reckoned to be the dirtiest boy in his Form at school, something he was rather proud of; he was the Fourth Form sex maniac and he'd had cock off at least half the boys in his Form, and a few others as well, but he'd never wanted to kiss any of them. He'd never even heard of anyone ever kissing another boy.

So why did he want to snog with John? He hadn't even had John's cock properly yet, hadn't set eyes on it, though he'd probably had fifty wanks thinking about it and couldn't wait to suck it, so why did he want John's tongue in his mouth even more than he wanted his cock there?

Probably, Dave decided, because he was even dirtier than he thought, and that was something that made sense to him, so he concentrated on dirty thoughts.

John was having his own internal butterfly ball, for different, though related, reasons. He too was about to have it with a boy properly, but Dave was his first boy. John knew just about everything that could be done with a boy, Stan had been doing him for more than a year now, so he knew well enough what `going all the way' meant, but he'd never done it with a boy; Dave's was the only boy cock he'd even felt.

That was enough to get his balls churning and to have a butterfly or two, but what brought whole swarms of them to his stomach was that it was Dave he was going to do it with.

John liked Dave, he really wanted Dave to be his first boy. Common sense said that was because Dave hadn't freaked when he found that John was hairless, hadn't been shocked and horrified when John told him he'd done it with a bloke. Yeah, that was common sense, but why had Dave been the first and only boy he'd let find out he was hairless?

Sure, Dave had made it more than obvious he was up for having fun with his cock, he'd shown it off just about as much as he could, but was that why John had let Dave go up inside his shorts? Hadn't just let him, he'd told him he could. Something he'd been far too scared to let any other boy do.

Was that because Dave made no secret of having a filthy dirty mind? Or was there something else going on?

Whatever, John was going to let Dave go as far as he wanted to go; all the way if that's what Dave wanted, though John had his doubts that Dave knew what all the way was.

"Might be too dirty for you" Dave tried to quieten down the noisy butterflies, he was sure John must be able to hear them fluttering around in his stomach,"Just say if it is. I won't do one"

"I can be just as dirty as you" John defended his boy honour,"What you got in mind"

"Well" Dave began hesitantly,"You know I said I want to snog you"

"And I didn't say you couldn't" John pointed out.

"No, well. We couldn't snog in the field cos we might get seen, but we can at your Stan's place, can't we"

"Yeah. What's so dirty about that"

"Apart from us snogging" Dave sniggered,"What I was wondering was, praps we could sort of pretend we were in the field. Like snog with our hands up each other's shorts. Then, if we gets a bit warmed up, we can get each other's shirts off, and cuddle up close while we snog and stuff"

"With our shorts still on? What's so dirty about that"

"Well, course, we'd not have any pants on under them, but it'd sorta be like we hadn't already decided we wanted to do it in bed. Be like it was our first time, still working things out. Yeah, I know it's daft, just a thought, that's all" Dave sighed.

"Ain't daft" John surprised Dave by saying,"Is our first time, really, anyway. Now I'm going to be daft; I think it'd be much nicer to do that than just strip and jump into bed"

"Do you" Dave was thrilled and his butterflies went crazy."I have to call in home first anyway, so I'll get some clean shorts on, no pants, just shorts, and tell Mum I'm going round to yours"

"And I'll sneak into the bathroom and get my jock off, so it really will be like a first time, you still not seeing my cock"

"Yay" Dave chirruped,"And I can get it out your shorts for my first look. Even suck you with your shorts still on, perhaps"

"You want to do that"

"I would if it was our first time for real. Wanted to in the field. Your shorts are so super sexy"

"Is our first time, isn't it" John said,"Just sort of carrying on from where we left off"

`This is seriously weird' Dave thought. He and John were here, on Stan's settee, both in shorts with nothing underneath them ready to get down to some serious cock fun plus snogging, and they were sitting, close but not touching, and Dave was soft!

A quick glance at John's shorts showed that he was soft as well!

Why?

"This ain't where we left off" Dave finally muttered, not looking at John.

"No"

"So what's wrong? Why aren't we –"

"Doing it"

"Yeah"

"Don't know. Bit scared, I think"

"What of"

"Don't know"

"Nor me"

"You scared as well"

"Bit"

"Why? You done it loads before"

"Not like this. Not with someone who –"

"Who what? Not got any hairs"

"No, you daft bugger, ain't that"

"What is it, then"

"It's bloody silly, but, well, I ain't done it with no-one what I –"

"What you what"

"That I sort of, well, I sort of – well, sort of likes, I suppose" Dave finally managed it, and wished he hadn't because it sounded so stupid.

"Yeah" John whispered,"Don't want it to go wrong and scared it might"

"Don't mind, do you? That I like you? Want to snog you"

"Course not. Wouldn't have let you find out I ain't got hairs if I did, would I? Scared shitless about that"

"Didn't have to be. It's dead sexy. Love your legs"

"Why ain't you feeling them, then"

"Want to"

"Want you to"

`Yeah, but not like I want to feel them,' was Dave's unspoken reply. That was what was making him scared about getting started, he didn't just want a feel of John's smooth thighs, he wanted to be dirty with them, to stroke them and squeeze them, to rub his face on them, to lick and kiss them, to spunk on them and lick his own spunk off them. He'd never thought about doing any of that with any other boy and couldn't understand why he wanted to do that now with John, just that it wasn't simply because John's legs were shaved super smooth, but he didn't know what other reason there could be.

Dave couldn't do any of that though; even for a dirty minded boy like John, that would be far too filthy dirty, would definitely scare John off and he'd never want to do anything again, and Dave would rather not do anything at all than risk that happening.

He had to do something, though. They couldn't just sit there, both wanting cock and too scared to go for it, so Dave reached over and stuck his hand up John's shorts, trying to avoid touching John's thigh as he did, and breathed an"Oh, shit" sigh of relief when he had John in his hand.

John was still soft and Dave thought that was better than him being already hard; he could feel all of it, balls as well, and it seemed like the best cock feel Dave had ever had.

It started to swell and harden, and Dave had the really stupid thought that John was getting hard just for him, not that John was getting a hard on because his cock was being felt, but because it was Dave feeling his cock and making him hard.

Dave moaned again when, with equal lack of ceremony, John shoved a hand up inside his own shorts and turned him from soft to hard as well.

Each with a handful of hard cock that wasn't theirs, the two boys looked at each other, and John breathed,"Fuck"

That was the worst curse of all, a word so dirty that boys only uttered it in moments of extreme stress.

"Yeah" Dave breathed in reply, though he didn't go as far as saying the word himself; he never really had a chance to because John had an arm round his shoulder and was pulling him in close, so close that their noses were almost touching.

If noses are almost touching, then so are mouths, and if mouths are that close together there's only one thing to do.

Dave had never kissed anyone before and he hadn't the faintest idea about skill and finesse; he just rammed his mouth against John's and tried to poke his tongue inside John's lips.

John did know how to snog, that was one of the many things Stan had taught him, but he made no effort to control Dave's brutal assault on his mouth; he didn't care how bruised his lips were, he was snogging Dave, and crude as it was, it was so much better than kissing with Stan.

John's face wasn't getting all scratched by stubble for a start, Dave's cheeks were as smooth as John's thighs, and he let Dave grind their lips together as their tongues twisted around in lust.

It wasn't a quick, short snog, it went on and on, and while their tongues twisted their hands worked cock, an unspoken mutual agreement that hands and cocks stayed inside shorts, because for some reason or other they both felt it was dirtier that way.

Dave was amazed by just how sexy snogging was; he knew it would be pushing even his dirty filthy limits to snog a boy, but what were limits for if not for pushing? What he hadn't expected was for snogging to be so much sexier than feeling a boy's cock, even sexier than sucking one. Of course that probably wouldn't be the case with an ordinary boy, but Dave wasn't snogging an ordinary boy - he was snogging John, and had John's magnificent, wonderful cock in his hand while his tongue was in John's mouth.

Dave hadn't seen John's cock yet, but he knew, just from the feel, that it was the best cock in the whole world. And John was working his cock as well while they twisted tongues, and if it went on for much longer, Dave was going to spunk. If it all was having the same effect on John, then he'd be getting close to spunking as well and Dave wanted that spunk.

"Got to suck you" Dave half gasped, half moaned, and dragged John's cock out from the leg of his shorts, tearing his face away from John's and going straight down to suck.

He had to look before he sucked and when he looked, he groaned. John's cock was not just wonderful, it was indescribably beautiful, perhaps a tiny bit bigger and thicker than Dave's own five and three quarters, with the most amazing bud of skin at the end, skin that, hard as John was, still covered everything except for the tiniest glimpse of cock eye, like the pollen centre of a just opening flower.

It was far too beautiful to simply suck, Dave had to appreciate its glory before it went into his mouth. Holding it with fingertips and thumb, he gently rubbed it all round his closed eyes face, lost in the wonder of its soft, satin skin over the rigid hardness beneath.

Over both his soft, boy cheeks, his closed eyes, his forehead, even under his chin around his throat, bringing the wrinkled skin tip to his nostrils so he could appreciate the aphrodisiacal scent of hard and eager boy cock.

At last it went in his mouth and Dave sucked.

Dave hadn't sucked Cavalier cock before, and the two Roundheads he'd had were nowhere near the size of John, but he did his best and John wasn't complaining.

John pulled Dave's shirt out of the back of his shorts, running his hand underneath it, desperate to feel skin; Dave needed skin as well, the silky smooth skin of a John thigh, and high on lust as he was, Dave stroked and kneaded, ravishing John's thigh with his hand as he was ravishing John's cock with his mouth.

John didn't object, didn't find it too dirty, in fact he drew up his knee so Dave could feel and squeeze the soft back of his thigh as he was sucked for spunk.

"Don't swallow it all" John hissed as he felt the familiar feeling of impending spunking in his balls,"Save some for a snog"

John had several wanks wondering about how far he dared to go with Dave. There was no question about Dave being dirty; he hadn't been put off by John's smoothness or John getting done by Stan and spunk snogging he'd really liked, but Stan had taught John several other things as well and he wasn't sure that Dave would want to do them.

Dave obviously didn't have a clue that his nipples were little sex buttons or how sexy his armpits were; Dave had had loads of cock, but his hands had never been above a boy's waist before they did it in just their shorts last Saturday, and he probably thought his mouth was only meant to be used on cock, and for snogging.

John, of course, had never actually done the things he was thinking about – Stan did them to him and he knew how good they felt and John wanted to make Dave feel good, but, till now, John had never thought about doing them himself. He'd longed to have cock properly with a boy, but hadn't wanted to do some of the other stuff, wouldn't have thought about doing them with any other boy; not because they were too dirty, which, of course they were, but because he just couldn't imagine himself doing them or even wanting to do them.

He could with Dave, though. He wanted to do them with Dave. But he was terrified of scaring Dave off, and not just because he'd found a boy he could have cock with at last. There was more to it than that, but what it was he didn't know, he just knew there was.

John's cock was hard but he couldn't do anything about it – Stan wouldn't let him. He'd made John wear his jock strap and swimming trunks over it for bed so he couldn't get at his cock, and Stan wasn't going to do anything to him tonight either.

"You're seeing him all afternoon, and sleeping with him as well. You needful full balls for that" Stan had said,"You're be wanting to do it more than once, so let's make sure you can"

Stan was really good to him like that; he'd been pleased as Punch when John had told him about Dave, and when John had said about him being worried he would be too dirty and frighten Dave off, Stan had given him a really funny look, and then said he'd give John a really good shave on Saturday morning so he really got Dave's juices running, and John was pleased about that because he knew Dave really liked his legs.

"Can you wear your shorts when I come round" Dave asked John as they walked home from football. They'd won again, of course, and Dave thought John had played a blinder, by far the best player on the pitch, and said so loudly when they were getting changed after, which embarrassed John a bit, but did please him as well because it was Dave that said it.

"Yeah, if you want" John instantly agreed,"Don't want to keep them on all the time though"

"No, course not" Dave hurried to agree,"Just for a bit, like. First snogs"

"First suck as well, knowing you" John grinned.

"Well, praps" Dave went a little bit pink,"But only if you wants"

John decided not to push things, he'd wait till later to ask Dave why he found John in shorts so sexy, cos it was obvious he did, but walking along a street wasn't he right time or place to ask.

"What is it with you and shorts" John asked, but not in a `you must tell me' way, more of a friendly, `you're a weird bugger' way.

John was wearing his shorts though, when Dave came round after lunch, just his shorts, no shirt and nothing under the shorts. Not only that, he'd rolled the top over as well, so he made his shorts even shorter, so short that they only just reached below the tip of his soft cock.

Dave's eyes almost bugged out of his head when John answered the door to him, he couldn't wait to get John on the settee and start snogging and get some feels of John's sexy smooth legs.

There was a big fire burning in the grate, Stan had grinned at John when he lit it, saying he didn't expect the boys would be wanting to wear shirts and pullovers all afternoon and they obviously wouldn't want goose bumps all over them, so Dave didn't hesitate in getting his outdoor clothes off, and he'd taken the obvious precaution of wearing shorts instead of underwear, so he was soon in the same state as John.

"Uh, uh" John surprisingly said when Dave went for a clinch and snog,"You got to answer my question first"

"What question? You ain't asked me any question"

"Did. This morning. What is it about you and shorts"

Dave went instantly pink.

"Nothing" he fibbed,"Just you look real sexy in shorts, that's all"

John wasn't going to let Dave get away with that! Dave had blushed, Dave was embarrassed about something, and that to be something dirty.

"And you don't reckon I'd look sexy naked" John started turning the screw.

"Course you will" Dave blustered,"Want to see you naked. Want to do it with you naked"

"So why you want me in shorts"

"Only for our first snog"

 

"Well" Dave wasn't pink anymore, he was bright red."Just do that's all"

"Not good enough" John gave another turn of the screw,"Tell me your dirty secret or it's no cock for you. Not with shorts on, anyway"

"How'd you know it's a dirty secret" Dave tried to avoid telling.

"Cos it's you and you're dirty, and you don't want to say, so it's a secret. That makes it a dirty secret"

"So what if it is" Dave attempted bluster.

"Then I want to know about it. I got Stan to shave me this morning so my legs be really smooth for you" John stretched the truth a little."Can't get dirtier than that can you" He gave a final twist to the screw.

Dave groaned, John's legs were magic anyway, but if he'd had them shaved specially, well, he just had to get at them.

"You'll think I'm too weird" he protested feebly, wanting John to make him tell and say he didn't care how weird Dave was.

"Don't think so, somehow" John grinned, knowing he'd won.

So Dave told him, told him everything; how he wanted to feel and stroke John's legs, kiss them and lick them, even spunk on them, and how he thought he could  only get at John's legs if he had shorts on because if he was naked then John would think him really badly weird for wanting leg when cock and balls were staring him in the face.

"You want to leg me up" a delighted John grinned.

"You what"

"Leg me up. Like you tit up girls, don't you, well, I don't, but boys do, and you want to leg me up. That's magic"

"It is" Dave gulped.

"Course it is. And you can do it even when I don't have shorts on"

"I can" Dave couldn't believe it; he was so sure his thoughts would be too dirty even for John.

"Course you can. Loads more dirty things we can do than that. Can't be too dirty if it's with you"

"There are"

"Oh yes. And if you can be dirty with my legs then I can be dirty with other bits of you"

"Yes please" Dave giggled. John didn't think he was weirdly dirty. Didn't matter that any other boy would have thought he was, John didn't and Dave was over the moon.

Dave was going to find out about his nipples and his armpits and that well before bed time as well. John wasn't so sure about the other thing, the thing he only thought about doing because he'd be doing it to Dave. He wouldn't do it to any other boy than Dave, but if Dave felt he might want to try it, then John would do it and hope it wasn't nasty for him.

"One condition, though"

"What's that"

"Have a bit of leg, but get my shorts off before you really gets going"

John had a wicked little grin on his face when he said that, so Dave knew there was some sort of dirty reason for him saying it. He hadn't seen John naked yet, and John saying he wanted Dave to get his shorts off for him was a really nice dirty thing to say. Dave knew he would be the first boy to ever see John naked, and John wanting Dave to actually get him naked just showed how nice a kid John was.

Of course, Dave couldn't say anything like that to John, because it simply wasn't a boy thing to say, so he kept it dirty instead of being soppy.

"Yeah, and what you going to think when I goes for your legs when your cock's poking me in the face"

"That it ain't just my cock you want" John almost whispered, not quite avoiding being a bit soppy himself.

"Ain't"

Both boys knew that they had somehow ventured onto dangerous, soppy ground, and the only way they could escape was by being dirty, but for a few, dangerous, important seconds, neither boy tried to escape.

"Know you like my legs more than my cock, won't I" John grinned his way out of the morass,"But spose I'll have to live with that"

"Daft bugger" Dave gratefully grasped the offered escape straw,"Course I want your cock"

"Want you to want my cock" John whispered again, pausing for a moment, still in the soft, soppy dangerous ground,"And anything else you want"

"Want you" Dave said, and knowing he'd said too much, dragged his feet onto the safety of dry, dirty ground, and reached for John's shorts, tugging them down, revealing John's hairless, smooth nakedness to a boy's eyes for the very first time.

"Bloody buggers! You are sodding beautiful" Dave almost stepped straight back into the morass, but John saved him.

"Bloody do something then" John said urgently,"Can't leg me up by just looking, can you"

"Bloody can't" Dave agreed, and, possibly to demonstrate that he was a proper boy, definitely a seriously filthy dirty one and not some soppy silly one, he got his face straight down on John's legs and started kissing smooth boy thigh.

"Oh, shit" John moaned as his thighs were stroked, kneaded, licked and kissed,"I think I like being legged up"

Dave licked higher and higher, and when John thoughtfully parted his legs, Dave licked and kissed the soft, smooth, sensitive insides, higher and higher till John's hairless balls were brushing his nose.

Dave couldn't stop now, and lapped voraciously at the crack between leg and balls with an occasional lick of balls themselves and the more Dave licked and lapped the more his lust burned.

"Turn over" he croaked without realising he'd croaked out loud, and added,"Want to do you from the back" when he realised he had.

John rolled over immediately, even Stan never did him like this and John couldn't get enough of it.

Nor could Dave, lapping and kissing the backs of John's thighs, which were, incredibly, just as smooth and silky as the fronts. As he licked higher he came to John's balls, and licked those from the back as he'd licked them from the front, and from the base of the balls, Dave's tongue followed the weird hard little ridge that goes from the base of balls to the start of bum crack.

Dave had always thought that tits were only mildly interesting, but John's bum had an appeal all of its own.

It needed to be felt and squeezed as he licked at the very start of the crack and it needed to be licked and kissed as well.

John couldn't contain his moans of pleasure, and those little noises made Dave forget everything except his growing lust for John's bum.

Primal instinct took over and Dave pried John's bum cheeks apart with his thumbs and stared at John's puckered hole. He was struck by how similar that looked to the wrinkled skin at the tip of John's wonderful cock, and, unable to stop himself, stuck his face inside, his tongue out for a taste.

John's little moans turned to whimpers when Dave did that, but no way were they `Please stop' whimpers, and Dave didn't stop.

He felt the wrinkles of John's hole move as he licked, and John's whimpers turned to little gasps as his hole flexed its muscles, hole and boy wanting to open and let tongue inside.

The way John's hole twitched and flexed as he licked it made Dave's lust burn even brighter; he was being filthier and dirtier that he'd ever dreamed he could be, and that just wasn't filthy or dirty enough.

Without thinking he poked his tongue out, wanting to get inside, and John almost shouted"OH SHIT" as his hole opened for tongue.

Again by instinct and desire, Dave reached underneath John to hold his cock as his tongue poked in hole as deep as he could get it and John was muttering silly things like,"deeper""more" as if Dave could get more tongue in than he already had.

Jaw ache brought an end to Dave tonguing John's bum, and he came up for air, now wondering what John would say about Dave being so unbelievably filthy dirty, but John didn't say anything, he just grabbed Dave's head and dragged him in for snogging.

`Snogging after I've just been licking your bum hole?' was Dave's thought as he opened his mouth for John's tongue, and this time it was Dave who had bruised lips, John snogged him so hard.

Dave knew he was done for and snogging only made it worse. It didn't make any difference that he had John's cock in his hand while they snogged, or that John was massaging his balls for him, no amount of dirty stuff or cock talk was going to dig him out of the mess he was in.

It would have been alright if he'd had the sense to use his cock; that would have been the ultimate in being a filthy, dirty, sex maniac boy, though perhaps getting John to stick his cock in him might just be even filthier, but even that was no good now. He hadn't used his cock, had he? Oh, no, he'd gone and used his bloody tongue!

He'd poked his tongue in John's bum hole, not just a little 'by accident' bit, he'd stuck it in there as far as he could get it, and even then tried his very best to get it further in!

It made no difference that John was a sex maniac as well, no difference that he'd so obviously loved having a tongue in his bum; boys just did not stick their tongues in other boys' bum holes.

What could he say when John asked him why he did it and what it was like to do it? `Cos it looked like the tip of your cock, and it was sort of twitching, and cos it was your bum hole and I just had to do it cos it was your bum hole. And yeah, I liked it cos it was your bum hole. So there!'

And John would give him a weird look and want to know if he'd lick any other boy's bum hole, and he'd say `Yuk! No way! Only did it cos it was your bum hole,' because that was the truth and he wouldn't fib to John.

John was snogging Dave as hard as he could because as long as he was snogging he wouldn't have to answer any questions.

Dave had been kissing and licking him all over, from knee to balls and it had been wonderfully filthy dirty, even Stan never did anything like that to him, but it was alright because he and Dave had agreed that Dave could be dirty with John's legs, but he should have put a stop to it when Dave got him to turn over and the licking reached his bum.

John knew what it was like to have his bum hole licked, Stan called it `eating him out', and it felt magic beyond magic, but Stan was really good to him, took him places and bought him things; Stan was like a dad to him but much more than a real dad would be and John really liked Stan, and if Stan wanted to `eat him out', well, why shouldn't he?

But Dave wasn't Stan, Dave was a boy, and even though John had never done anything with a boy before Dave, he wasn't stupid and he knew what boys did with other boys and that didn't include licking their bum holes!

He'd gone along with letting Dave leg him up because, although it was a bit out of the usual, it was filthy dirty and they'd been able to joke about it, so that made it safe filthy dirty, but bum holes aren't legs!

He should have stopped it when Dave pulled his bum cheeks apart; stopped it or told Dave to go all the way and bum him. They could have got away with it if Dave had bummed him. Not many boys went as far as bumming, but some did; John had heard rumours at school about a boy or two who went in for bumming or being bummed and Stan had told him those rumours were probably true, so bumming would have been okay, they'd have just been boys being as filthy dirty as they could and going all the way.

No harm in that nothing wrong in that, but they hadn't done that, hadn't bummed. John had let Dave lick his hole, and instead of stopping him had begged Dave to keep doing it, to get as much of his tongue up inside as he could!

That wasn't boys just being dirty, it was something very different!

They'd only just about escaped from that soft, soppy place once already, and now they were back in it! John was anyway, up to his bloody neck in it and he couldn't keep snogging forever.

They had to stop just so they could breathe, and when they did, they averted their eyes so they didn't have to look at each other.

Someone had to say something, and Dave broke the awkward silence.

"Like you, I spose" he told John's left shoulder.

`Yeah. Like you as well" John informed Dave's right nipple.

Slowly it dawned on the two boys that being neck deep in the soft and soppy wasn't as horrible as they had believed it to be, but even so, it was best not to talk about it.

Actions were better than words, actions were safer than words.

Slowly and gently they eased themselves into a silent full body cuddle,  definitely a cuddle and not a clinch, and John offered Dave closed but puckered lips.

They didn't snog, they softly lip-nibbled each other's mouths for a while until John said,"You want to wank me? I want to watch you wanking me"

"Want to watch you watching me wank you" Dave whispered.

"And you can bum me later on"

"You can bum me as well"

"And if you want to, well, you know, again "

"Was it nice"

"Nicest thing ever"

"Will, then"

"Do it for you as well"

"Don't have to"

"Want to"

They did snog then, but it was somehow a different snog than the snogs they'd had before; their lips got puffy, but not bruised this time.

They were still snogging soft and gentle when Stan came home and said if that's how they felt about each other then they should get straight up to bed and leave him to listen to the radio and read the Pink 'Un.

So they did.

 

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