Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 17:07:32 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Oast House

This story is of happenings between adults and minor boys. No one was hurt
or distressed and the boys, now grown have gone on to a happy and
productive life.

I wish to thank omnicord for his help and advice and The Anti smoking Patch
that was a great help while I was writing. The names of people have changed
just in case, and I would like to know if the story is up to your standard.

Any flames will be ignored but I thank them for reading. In most countries
there are some regulation that ban this type of thing so if that's the case
please ignore and be happy. I have the copyright to this so if you wish to
use it contact me, please. Finally I have a book of stories which if this
goes well I will send to Nifty. Opps Omnicord asked me to thank you for all
the letters about his story. You see it makes it all worthwhile.


			      The Oast House


					Prologue.

	Most stories have a prologue. It tries to explain what its about by
saying something that means nothing really at all. Well let me try: Looking
through my window at the start of the day I could see over the country that
surrounded my house North, South, East and West. Summer was almost upon us
and in the early morning you could see a cover of mist across the fields.
It was about ten inches off of the ground. If you were able to strain and
get your neck to bend like a Giraffe you would have been able to see that
it looked like a cake with a think filling.
	A bit cold still but we all like fresh air at six in the morning?
Who shouted no? Well my dog needed a run so to let him go with me to the
fields was the right thing to do. Little heads of wild animals thrust above
the mist to see who was the enemy today, Rabbits first followed by the rest
of the woodland folk. Dear me who wrote this? The sun did not take long to
beam down bringing the warmth with it. The heat was on the up but the thing
I knew would happen was in the distance. A ray of sunlight would hit the
Oast House and the farm on the Hill a place I loved to go, sit and how you
say chill out. Like a giant beam from a torch it hit the white peak
allowing the sunbeams to reflect away from it in all different sizes.
	At the bottom of the Oast house was a grass covered hill, large and
took time to get up it. Bunny Hill, that's its name. Why, because of
Dinosaur's what do you think? Well it was...............


					Chapter 1

					The invite.

	Well it was about eight when I got home, morning that is, and a
message was on my phone even that early. Friends said I kept the phone
company in profit with all the calls I made and received. Back to story;
the message, right. My Uncle who was almost fifty owned the farm and called
to ask if I would come help. Now this could mean anything. I was no farmer,
put me in a garden with a fork and I would look for a hot dog, I would.
Plough, that's a pub down the road. Get my thoughts? I would do some
housework but I expect he needed me to look at his books and put them in
order. I am an accountant and very good with things like that. I was asked
to call in at midday. Now us family folk would always be expected to help
each other and my late Mother had always said, Family first don't forget
it.
	Dog had been given his run so he got it eaten like a pig almost
falling asleep in his dish. Some have all the luck. I decided to walk to
the farm so dressed light knowing it would be hot and had some breakfast
myself, coffee and packed cold water in a bag in case I needed it. About
ten I made a move taking things very easy. I did not want to be to
exhausted when I got there. I had a car but the walk would be good and the
public right of way went until the edge of his farmland. The smell was
intoxicating, birds singing hypnotic, streams soothing and wild flowers,
what a smell. I was pleased that my senses were all in working order
because this would be something I would have hated to miss.
	As I crossed a stile onto Bert's farmland, he is my uncle, I was
warm and looking forwards to entering the cross pathway. This was an area
that was made up of Willow. The Willow had been taught from young to climb
a frame so that at its best all you could see was a long arch that took you
to the entrance of the woods and the bottom of Bunny Hill. One of the
arches had a trail of Clematis, very large purple flowers, very fragrant
and effective. I was at the bottom of the hill as I said but knew that
after about ten minutes I would be sitting on the thick grass that was
almost never touched. The actions of me climbing on hands and knees were
something that made me smile but that was the fastest way to do it. Some of
the plants and vines were still dam from the mist earlier that day so I had
to be careful but slowly I managed to get to the opening that was shining
in the sun, all green except for a few wild flowers.
	I was pleased to be back but although tired all I could here was a
muffled call for help. Looking around I saw a boy's head and nothing
else. I went towards him and was quite amazed to see that he had fallen
into a rabbit warren and it had collapsed with him inside. I started to
scratch around digging until I could pull him out. He had not been crying
but was clearly hot. I gave him some water and lifted him up to get away in
case there was another fall in. He collapses almost holding his foot. It
was then I really saw him. He was dressed in boots with Jeans and a
buttoned shirt all well ironed. I could never Iron like that but wished I
could. He said his foot hurt but thanked me for what I had done. Well he
could not walk but with the farm on top of the hill decided to help him
there. I told him what I was about to do and lifted him across my
shoulder. It was hard enough to climb up Bunny Hill myself but with an
injured boy it was even more difficult. It took some time but got to the
top and could see the farm not that far away so took a shortcut through the
apple orchards breathing in the heady aroma of the fruit almost ready to
pick.
	We reached the farm and Bert was on his tractor but came running to
me. "Marcus is you alright?" I told him what happened, he told me Marcus
was his son Bill's son and he was looking after him for a few days. I put
the boy down and he hobbled but looked to be okay. "I have to go, can you
sort him out please?" Well I had brought him this far so agreed and took
him straight in doors. "The books are on the table." I knew it. That was
the last thing I heard from Bert before the roar of the tractor and he was
gone. Right Marcus first. I managed to get him to the kitchen and sat him
down. He was not too much of a mess but his jeans showed the tell tale
signs of what Rabbits leave behind after their dinner. I gentle removed his
boots and the sock of the foot he hurt. Getting some cold water in a bowl
carefully inserted his foot. He sat there so I decided to look at the books
while I waited. What a mess but not difficult to fix. "Thank you for
helping me." I smiled. "You are very welcome. I hope it wont hurt for to
long." Marcus seemed happy to let his foot resting the water allowing his
toes to gently vibrate the water.
	It was an hour before the books were done and Marcus was still
there foot in water. I got a towel to take his foot gently rubbing it until
all there was there were wrinkles and the swelling had gone down. He was
not upset about that but was about his Jeans being covers in rabbit poo.
Who would not be upset? I tried a brush that got most off, that brought
back a smile. Marcus said he would change then was the jeans immediately.
With a slight hobble he took himself off but had trouble getting up the
stairs. He called for help so carried him and sat him down on the bed. I
left him to it. Marcus called for help downstairs so I did the same as
before and helped. He had changed into His football strip, which suited
him. He could not get his socks on so I had to help. It was very difficult,
not for him but me. I had a leg on my lap and as I lifted it to put the
sock on I could see up into the shorts. I could see his briefs but could
feel my erection. How could this happen. His toe touched it and his
stiffeled giggles could be clearly heard through the house. "Sorry it must
be the way I am sitting helping you." Poor statement I know but what would
you say. I can hear loads of answers and mine sounds best. "Its ok mine did
the same on your shoulder." So we were even and his socks on legs stroked,
smooth thighs seen I...Did I say that. Well you know what I was doing,
being nice.


					Chapter 2

					Being friends.

	We spent the rest of the day together. I got Marcus to help with
the books, even spotted that I had added two and two made five. Did not
know I did that. First one who says, "Oh yeah" so I enjoyed his company. I
had to define hog and bushels into weekly financial statements of the week
with average turnover with potential commitments of the apple forecast.
Told you I was good. Don't know why but it was easy and books balanced.
Even had a cash surplice that went straight to Marcus. Okay it was from my
pocket but you going to tell? Well Jeans were washed so we got them on the
line outside. Other washing of his was dry and it showed me the side of him
that was far from public. Well there was briefs of all colours, short
pyjamas, small tee shirts, would have been tight, finally several pairs of
different Jeans and short trousers. I was the basket but enjoyed holding
his clothes. I was even honoured to help him put things away; he looked
like he was staying for a year. For a boy of 10 maybe 11 he was particular
about his hair so spent a great deal of time getting it right. I even got a
go with the brush. His hair was smooth and silky, not to long but had a
style that was beautiful, just like he was.
	Stop. I better explain in case you have not worked it out I like
boys. I could spend hours looking at them. Never done more just looked.
Marcus was very polite and sounded like he had good manners. That was
confirmed when he told me he went to a private school so did not come home
much. His parents were away on holiday so Bert had offered to let him come
to the farm, being he had never been there he jumped at the chance. He was
a very sweet boy and full of questions. As I was finished I offered to go
about the farm and woods to show him around. This he liked so we left Bert
a note and off we went. I took him to the place I liked best when I was
younger, that was the Tarzan swing. It was a large rope you could swing
from and go from tree to tree. The rope was quite high up so a quick lift
made him hang on. I pushed him till he was swinging to and fro.  Things
were fun and a he liked that, I took him to a bar that could be swung
on. He tried to do this himself and I watched him for some time. I was the
one to smile when I could see the hanging from the bar was making his
shorts slip down. Marcus had to stop quickly drop and pull them up. It was
a few more times when he did not stop quickly enough. Down they fell around
his ankles. If it was the right thing to do or not I don't know but I
jumped up and ran to him. I pulled his shorts up until they were back about
his waist. He smiled thanked me and was trying again. The shorts seem to
have a life all of there own. Down they come and he was at full stretch.
Marcus carried on swinging with short around his ankles and shirt lifting
up which showed of his red briefs and bare bottom half of his chest. The
sunken belly button was clear to see. He did not seem to mind that he was
like this, so when his shorts fell to the ground he never dropped but
carried on as if nothing had happened. I did not get up I just looked at
him. He saw me looking but this did not worry him at all. When he
eventually dropped he picked up the shorts and sat next to me. There was no
rush in dressing and I am sure he knew I was looking at him all over.
Marcus took off his shirt and it was then he put on his shorts. "Oh you
looked better without them." I know, I could have said something better.
Marcus had a long face but offered to take them off for me. I had to say,
"Better not in case someone comes." Comes, different thoughts behind
that. I did get to hold his shirt. We walked back to the farm and my hand
rested on his shoulder and touched his neck. I got a hug unexpectedly.
	The tractor returned nosily and Bert was happy to hear that the
books were up to date. Marcus never stopped telling him what we had done,
also how all his profits were in his pockets. Marcus in fits of laughter
now got a quizzical look from his uncle. I had to explain with a quick
rebuttal from Bert that I would spoil him. "Why not?"  I got another hug;
Bert said I had made a friend. I had to say I was lucky because good or yes
please would have been wrong. Okay laugh now. I began to feel a lot closer
to Marcus so offered to get some Tea started remembering that dinner had
been missed. Of course I got help while Bert cleaned up. It did not take
long to prepare something that was eaten with great gusto. It was time for
me to go. For all my help Bert said he would drive me home, Marcus came
to. We did not take long; Bert told me he had to go to the market that was
a long way away. He did not think Marcus would like it and did not want to
leave him alone. There was no problem as far as I was concerned. Bert did
not think so when we got out of the car he opened the boot to get out a
bag. Obviously he had packed it before we left. Marcus did not mind so was
happy to stay overnight. He gave Burt a hug, Bert spoke to him for a while
and I opened the house to an excited dog that just ran around like a
puppy. Bert waved and Marcus came to the house. "Right make yourself at
home." No need to have said that, bag was dropped on to the floor and he
was playing with the dog. Now buff, that's the dog, don't normally take to
strangers but Marcus was a friend and they looked happy together.
	 I showed Marcus around, then where he would sleep, got a drink a
sat for a while letting his settle. Marcus sat close talking about school
and how he liked it. I got to know he was eleven, an only son, lived at
school nine months of the year and was a happy boy. He was not shy and
within a few minutes was settled in. He had two friends at school but they
were older than him. I had some music on which he told me all about and
picked others to play. Marcus asked what time he had to go to bed. I was
stuck because I did not know, I suggested that he go when he was tired and
he was happy with that. We made some supper with a cold drink each. He
continued to tell me what he did, if I had got a tape recorder I think I
could have wrote a book.
	The evening passed and I was very happy with his company. I was
feeling awkward when he brought his pyjamas out and started to undress
while still talking. Now I do not know about you but can you talk to a boy
who is taking his clothes off and talk clearly? I could not. The
unfortunate part was he noticed and went quiet. Standing in his red briefs
he looked at me, "Oh sorry I forgot you like me better this way don't you?
I wont put my pyjamas on then." I answered quick saying I had been joking.
"Do you want me to stay like this or get into my Pyjamas?" I heard this
voice say, "get into your pyjamas or you will get cold." However what came
out was "Yes stay like that." It was quiet for a while until the little
voice said "why do you like me this way?" Time to think.

					Chapter 3

					Q and A

	The time has come the walrus said, to talk of many things. That was
happening to me now. Marcus had asked a question and expected an answer. My
problem is that trying to tell an eleven year old the truth would be hard
and yet he seemed to know there was more to this than a plain answer.
Marcus came and sat next to me, asking the question he asked before. For
the next few minutes I tried to explain telling him he was nice and looked
smart in his briefs. I never had known a boy so nice and ...well you can
guess the rest. Marcus said I should be a teacher at his school because
most of the boys there were like him and would wear their underpants if it
were hot. The voice inside then bellowed, "I bet they do not look as good a
s you." Marcus was smiling but got close to talk back. He said he would
wear what he wanted and they did not mind. "Do you not get embarrassed?"
What a silly thing to say. "No we are all the same."  I smiled and did not
hesitate to put an arm around him. Marcus did not move when I did that, he
allowed me to hold his shoulders using a finger to stoke the nape of his
neck. Marcus sat still allowing it to happen. Not moving away or getting
closer just staying very still. The free hand took a long cold drink, the
other moved in circles about him. His back, smooth was so tender to touch,
but when I found that my fingers had touched the material, the only piece
he wore, I stopped. My eyes must have opened wide and I stopped drinking to
apologise straight away. Marcus looked at me and said "For what?" I moved
my hand away but he still wanted an answer. Well the truth as I could say
had to come out. I explained how touching was fine to a point but when I
got to his briefs that was wrong. "Why?" I thought, "Your briefs are for
your touch only. "Shall I take them off then? Will that make it better?"
	I wanted to swap my soft drink for something stronger but was stuck
to the chair. His little face smiling was so sincere. It was a question
that no mattered how answered he would not mind. "Marcus yes it would be
nice if you took them off but I cannot and should not ask. Its wrong for me
to do that because people would not understand." He thought long and hard
before he responded with "Well if that's what you want just say. We do it
all the time at school." I laughed telling him that he was with other boys
so it did not matter. From then on we just sat and listened to the music
well into the evening. I did put my hand back around him but felt strange
because of what I had said. I touched him all over even his briefs. Tried
to push them down at the back, he did not move. Tried so hard that he
looked at me with his blue eyes aglow. I knew it was time to get up so went
got a stronger drink and sat on the sofa. It did not take long for Marcus
to join me, laying on his back looking at me. No matter if I did not look
at him I still could see his eyes. I tried to tickle him without much
success. I rested my hand on his stomach and my finger managed to penetrate
the folds of skin to get to the belly button. I gentle manipulated it until
it was pleasant for both of us. Marcus was very happy while I did this; I
saw no reason to stop if he was happy.
	Drawing large circles around his belly button I touched his briefs.
We both looked at each other. I think he was saying yes yet I was saying
no. "You can touch them its alright. I want you to." Things had gone to far
but because he asked I did touch them. I had to look because I noticed a
peak in his briefs, so he was excited but it did not give me the right to
do this. I stopped but Marcus grabbed my hand forcing me to touch the
briefs and very close to the peak in the material. Marcus took my hand off
and got up to get closer. I hugged him and looked at the beauty before
me. "Shall I take them off for you?" I wish he could feel how I was feeling
at that time. I told him he could get ready for bed and put pyjamas on but
he said no because he happy as he was. I gave him a quick kiss telling him
all right. "I have never had a kiss like that before." Marcus went on to
explain that not even his mum ever kissed him. I made a mental note to make
that up to him and waste no more time. I did it again.  He hugged back. "I
would like to see you with nothing on." The dye was cast and I had made the
move I never had done before.
	Marcus stood up slowly removed his briefs. Standing in front of me
he asked if that was better.  In the evening light I could see him. Smooth
body and hair on his head but nowhere else. No shyness, the school had done
that. He really was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I wrapped my
arms around him telling him. He wanted to do all the right things but if
only he knew. When I pulled back I saw that he had an erection. Uncut and
upright it added beauty to what I thought a moment was perfection. He was
happy to let me stroke his body, little shivers rippled through him at
every touch I made. Marcus never took his eyes off of me all the time my
hand was on him. I had a finger, just one, stroke the side of my face. I
could tell this was not his first time doing this but who he had the
experience with I could only imagine. I had never gone this far before. My
mind was saying, "Go further." I placed an arm around his bottom managing
to touch him gently with my fingers. "Marcus do you know what you are
doing?" His smile followed by yes made me become the questioner. I spent
some time wanting to know if he knew what was going on, did he do this
before and why. So the why part was a bit stupid but it just came out.
"This is fun. Does it matter what's happening as long as we do this
together and because it feels good, never happened before but it's so
good." What a situation, two people of different ages, both happy never
does what was happening now. Going through my mind was a traffic light. The
first one who says a word I stop writing. It's gone quiet. Now traffic
light, red stop amber maybe or green go on. I was at green and have never
felt this before. I want you to try and ask yourself a question, what would
you have done being your first time. Go or stop.
	"I am glad you are my friend." We had to talk to make sure so with
briefs in hand I held them up with the comments "Lets talk." It was easy
for him to dress; ignoring the fact that he had pyjamas close by. I was
very clear when I asked him if he had done anything like this before. I was
not surprise when he told me all about the games played at school. From his
first day he was involved in a little sex play but it was described as
things everyone did. There were not a lot of details but I could imagine
what had happened. This sort of thing was normal and a daily thing. So life
at his school was something that could not be transferred to outside that
was until someone like me made it happen and he just went along with
it. How far it went at his school never came out but he enjoyed it so who
was I to tell him it was wrong and destroy what was after all his family.


					Chapter 4

					The Leprechaun.

	That evening we talked and talked. We spoke about everything and
nothing. School was very popular in his mind so that came up a lot in the
conversation. His friends and lessons plus how he got on with the masters.
I tried to understand why parents and home never came up but considering
that he had been away at school since he was 5, well school was more
important to him than home. Marcus ran through an average day at school. He
was a good advertisement for them. Many things sounded great, some just
fine but his personnel life there was not strange just not normal. He
concentrated on what he did with other boys, even the older ones. Sex
popped up every now and again, it was a precise description. All the time
he told me it was as if the things he did were a daily happening and
normal.
	 I noticed that his level of excitement about describing what
happened with others increased as he spoke. I was quiet because I did not
know what to say. Marcus got to something he called granting wishes. It was
simple; each boy had a chance to voice out loud a wish. If it was granted
then he had to grant a wish to someone else. I think you can get the
picture. "You owe me a wish!" My puzzled look made him continue. "You said
you would like me better if I was naked. I granted your wish so now you
have to give me one." His childish laughter got me to agree to his request
so he thought for a moment then dropped the bombshell. "Be like me and sit
in your briefs." The schoolboy wish was good for him at school but here? I
slowly agreed and even more slowly undressed till I was in briefs shaking
with something that was not fear.
	 "Your turn what's your second wish." This was getting silly of
dangerous. I made up my mind to ask for something that was less awkward
than my mind immediately thinking. "Change out of the briefs you have on
and put a clean pair on." Marcus ran to the room his clothes were in, I
could hear a lot of noise but not as much as his footsteps when he
returned.  Gone were the red briefs replaces with purple. I never knew
things like this could make me feel as I was. I heard my voice say "Wow."
Marcus giggled. He sat close to me saying it was his turn. I had to laugh
because my heart was beating so heavy I could hear every beat as it
happened. "Marcus put his head on my shoulder and whispered, "can I see you
without your briefs on? Please take them off for me. That's my wish. I will
take mine off if it will make you feel better." Better, better? Time had
come to decide what I had to do and what was going to happen. I asked him
why. It was quite a long answer but he explained that he wanted to see me
naked as I had seen him. I was almost crying so put my arms around him
hugging him tightly. His hand had other Ideas, going to my briefs he teased
them pulling on down till they moved. I honestly was not sure but I stood
up to get another drink, brandy this time. I did not get that far because
Marcus managed to pull my briefs down to my ankles. I kicked them off
explaining I needed another drink.
	Glass in hand filled I returned, Marcus was staring at me. I was
embarrassed. He walked to me and said, "Thank you. I did not think you
would do that for me. Your wish."  Naked me what shall I wish for? Another
drink? I did need one. I sat on the sofa with Marcus close next to me. "You
can wish for anything at all, honest." If only he knew. Hey perhaps he did
know what I was thinking. I told Marcus I needed time to think which he
accepted. I kept turning my eyes to see him next to me purple briefs and
nothing else. I believe he caught me looking. I knew what I wanted but I
could not speak the words to say it. With a hand on my leg stroking the
hairs I shivered but I knew an erection was immanent. "Marcus look I have a
wish but its for something I should not be wishing for. Do you understand?"
The look on his face said he did not. "Tell me your wish. It's a game."
This was gone far beyond a game, my thoughts were racing over and over
saying the same thing time and time again.
	"Marcus I wish I could undress you and kiss you." There I said
it. Have you ever wished that you had never opened your big mouth about
something? Erection was there after that, I wanted to cover it up but my
hands were around Marcus, well one that is, the other was stroking his
hair. He stood up moved in-between my legs and whispered, "you can."
	As he stood in front of me I slowly removed his briefs but this
time for good. I pulled him close and placed my lips on his. The passion
between us was immense. Our lips like magnets kissed soft and long. Marcus
came into contact with my erection. Lips opened when we gasped, his tongue
just like a small spear entered my mouth running around the underside of my
lips. The word erotic cannot describe how it felt. My erection began to
feel another, snake like climbing, trying to curl around mine sending shock
waves through me. Hands either side of my face directing it to accommodate
the tip of his tongue that popped freely in and out until it stopped.
Marcus pulled back till he looked in my eyes. "Was that a good wish to
get?"  I never answered but pulled him to me kissing and hugging for all it
was worth. Marcus smiled afterwards but still asked for his wish. I nodded.
	 "Am I to young to be taught to love? That's my wish, show me
please." Marcus took my hand then a finger from it forcing me to feel above
his erection. There was a soft patch of hair that was either side of his
penis. It was not long enough to play with but the hair was there. When I
was touching him he told me that he wanted to be loved more than anything.
He had been waiting and hoping but as yet it had never happened to him. I
did so much want to grant his wish but was not sure if I could. His kiss
made up my mind, once again the passion was there, I touched his body
regularly going back to the hair but not touching the erection. His kisses
became more powerful and combined with them were small moans of enjoyment.
I tried to pull him closer but he was already pushing forwards so that with
gentle movements he could thrust and stroke his erection upon my skin.
"Marcus, yes I will show you about love but you have to be sure, let
anything we do happen and do not stop till it's done." He looked into my
eyes and with my hands in his tufts of pubic hair said yes.


					Chapter 5

					The teacher and pupil.

	I made the room comfortable by putting the fire on at a low
setting. I got a few sleeping bags and covered the floor with them. Pillows
moved the sofa and lay down waiting for Marcus to join me. It was not long
before he did, so the time had come to show him what he wanted, I just hope
I could do him justice. We both looked into each other's eyes allowing our
hand to explore wherever they wanted to go. With one touch his erection was
back, he liked that. I gently licked his lips before entering his mouth
finding salvia had formed to help the movement. Marcus was trying to copy
me at the start but allowed his own thoughts to take over; he was now doing
his own thing. "Love me, love me, and show me it all please." Our arms
entwined forcing us together; the tight feel of our bodies was having an
effect on our penises. I was the first to feel a wet string along mine,
Marcus was producing the elusive pre-cum of a pre=pubescent boy. I managed
to get the string of pre-cum holding it in the air so we could both see
it. About three inches long, when we both saw it I placed it upon the tip
of my tongue slowly savouring its taste and consistency. Marcus's wide eyes
and expression made me realise that I was on the right track.
	My hands touching Marcus became acute with finger trying to
pleasure the flesh it touched. I even got to the part where I traced my
forefinger along the crack of his bottom producing a sharp intake of
breath. Marcus roughly grabbed my erection that made me jump and stop what
I was doing. "Don't stop please." I heard that voice. "Marcus once this
happens we will have to keep going till the end?" I heard "What end?" I
kissed him and began stroking his erection. I managed to feel almost every
part of him. This was the time I moistened a finger to go past the crack I
had been touching. As I touched the hole little whispers could be heard and
the sounds of, yes, nice, don't stop and grunts of all different kind. I
was at the point of no return believing that Marcus wanted all that could
happen. Rolling upon each other I could feel an erection getting
bigger. Its growth was substantial but Marcus was enjoying every moment
because the word YES was part of every breath. I began to work faster
kissing him. His hair, face, slowly moving down his body till I reached his
erection that was waving in the air. I looked at it thinking how perfect it
was. I noticed that his nipples were like the rubbers on the end of
pencils. My lips covered the first then the other pinching it between my
lips so tight that it was close to pulling them off. Marcus seemed to show
pain as I did this but I never stopped. Hands and lips came together at his
penis both engulfing it. Hips thrust forwards causing him to arch his
back. My lips were perfectly happy moving the skin back and forth making
sure the pleasure would increase second after second.
	No matter what I did Marcus was trying to do his own thing.
Touching, rubbing his fingers manipulated my body and when he found my
erection he squeezed and pulled like it was part of him. It was a clever
movement that brought Marcus face to face with the erection he had been
happy to play with. Mouth open he slid it in, the warmth was instant but it
was his tongue that made me jump. It swirled around touching the tip,
trying to get into the whole. Marcus was no amateur.  It was hard to
describe the sensations I was feeling but I grabbed Marcus pulling him to
me and letting forth an explosion of kisses that seemed the right thing to
do. He was as eager as I. After a series of moves he was sucking me and I
had his erect penis pointing direct at me. Lips apart I retracted the skin
licked the head then took the small shaft in me.  The penis was in his
control, pushing in and out of my lips getting faster and faster. I could
feel it getting harder. I was not sure if I wanted him to climax in my
mouth, I wanted to see his reaction to the love he wanted.
	It was Marcus who could feel the goodness because he offered to
show me the love. I never had to answer because he was all over me. Our
naked bodies gently moving, against each other. Lips touching, tounges
caressing each other's. I had never felt such a build up of emotions. I
inadvertently pushed a finger passed the crack to the hole. Marcus shook.
He looked at me with a strange expression; it was not fear but ecstasy.
Inside I let go grabbing him. I was all over him. Marcus loved it. A man
ravishing a boy with the boy wanting it and more. Lips together I rubbed
him hoping he would begin to feel what he called love. "Has this ever
happened before to you?" It was a short time to think, "Not to me but I
have done it to Uncle Bert."
	What could I say? Bert! I will do this I need him to know. I need
him to feel it. I want to give him love. I could feel his penis harden so I
slowed down. It happened, Marcus had a climax. His penis twitched
continuously and his body thrust forward to try and match my movements. He
was spitting little white drops onto my hand and his belly. I watched and
savoured every drip using my finger to collect them all into a small
puddle. In one swift move I managed to ingest it all with Marcus watching
everything I did. I could hear him breathing long and hard but it was nice
to be laying next to each other. I thought about Marcus and getting his
pyjamas. I was about to move when a hand caressed me. Grasping my semi hard
penis I put my arm around his neck. Marcus did not waste time. His
experience for masturbating was very good, but why did he never do it for
himself. I could feel myself close and warned him of the impending
eruption. I exhaled but lips on me prevented it happening again. I cum.
Floods of sperm like never before covered me. Marcus kissing me only
enhanced the feeling till I thought I would never come down from the high I
was on. Marcus climbed on top squeezing the sperm between us. We were both
still hard. I was amazed.
	Maybe it was not the right time but I had to ask what happened
between him and Bert. I did not expect to hear that Bert got Marcus to have
sex with him everyday he was there. Marcus did thing not the other was,
after listening I was ready for more but would Marcus? I wanted to clean up
but why? Marcus sat on me, started drawing in the drying out sperm. His bum
rubbed on my penis allowing it to open. The head almost immediately went to
the whole and pressed away. With gentle persuasion he coaxed it until the
head just popped in. I let out a short sharp breath. Marcus forced himself
down on it until the whole erection went in all the way. No discomfort at
all. He bounced up and down clearly enjoying what he was doing. Beads of
sweat formed on his forehead but that did not matter. I was sensing that
this would not take long. I began to thrust holding his hip until Marcus
came. His sperm although minute dripped onto me. I had a view of this and
will never forget. A few seconds later and I filled him up with god knows
how much. The feelings crescendo till I flopped with Marcus on top of
me. For an eleven year old the passion was fantastic. Marcus wanted this
and his feelings proved that. Was it possible for a boy so young to want
the type of love we had gone through? That night we never cleaned up, we
both lay there in the fluid that was love. Neither of us worried what had
happened, in fact it was something to remember and stay with us forever.
With every move that night memories flooded back and Marcus had tasted the
real love that he wanted so much.  With his body so close I could touch him
all night. Never a movement except allowing mw the advantage of holding him
to kiss. The young body rippled with shivers and moans, as he was touched
in places that brought his excitement level to a peak. He came that night
four times two while he was asleep.



					Epilogue.

	So there you have it. Forbidden love at its best. Agreement between
both parties. That was a most memorable time. Did it happen again?  Not
like that. We have had our moments. Marcus would be happy to cum as often
as he could. Naked and happy I was glad I was shown just how the love of an
adult could be so different. You see I WAS THAT Boy....



					The End