This is a true story, or at least true to the best of my recollection and, since this was one of the most memorable events in my life; I'd have to say it was pretty damn spot on.  I have changed some names and places to protect the guilty but other than that, I have changed nothing.  If you are offended by young boys enjoying one another, during that time when innocence allowed one to be `naughty' without there being any real long term consequences, then you are probably offended by life events in general and, in any event, are either in denial, or on the wrong website.

 

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The day after the night before

"How was your dinner mum?" Steven asked between mouthfuls of crispy bacon, toast and scrambled egg.

"Lovely dear," Mrs R replied, "and we went on dancing afterwards."

There then followed one of those conversations between mother and child that can only be described as `awkward'. There was clearly an elephant in the room; not only in the room but right on the damn kitchen table. I sat totally silent (not something I am well known for) and, I guess, coloured with a guilty blush. Eventually, his mother came to our rescue. It appeared that when they got back, she came up to check on us (as any parent would). She said she had kissed us both goodnight and pulled the duvet over us and left and gone to bed.

"But mum! We were naked!"

"Yes dear, I know. Don't worry. Nothing I haven't seen before."

The later comment seemed aimed at me, to try and dissolve some of my discomfort.

"Listen darlings, don't worry. Everyone does or has done it. Even your father and I. Just a word to the wise though, clean up straight afterwards, it has a habit of making you sleepy."

The wry smile on Mrs R's face did nothing to relieve my discomfort at this conversation.

"Ewwwww! Mum! Way too much information!"

We finished up and headed into the lounge. We had been watching Saturday morning TV for an hour or so when Mr R came down. I felt him more than saw him enter the room from the hallway. Steve and I were sitting on the large 3-seater settee at either end, knees pulled up tight to out chests. Mr R plonked himself down in the large armchair to our left. He had a huge grin stretching hideously widely across his stubbly face. It was a grin that sang – I know what you were up to. A deep, low throaty chuckle broke out from him.

"She told you then?" A challenge more than it was a question. "She told me you do it to."

"Course she told me and yes, I have done it too." Mr R was clearly amused by our obvious embarrassment. "One the other hand, I wasn't so careless I got caught by my mum. Next time, and I am sure there will be many times, be more careful and don't get caught with your pants down."

"We didn't get caught with our pants down. They were totally off!"

Oh my fucking God! I had said that out loud! However, my riposte ripped through the atmosphere and all three of us burst out laughing. Mr R got up from his chair. He told us that he would be taking Mrs R shopping later and that they would be gone at least a couple of hours. He asked if we wanted to come,

"Or maybe you would rather be left here on your own for a bit?"

The wink did not escape either Steven's or my notice. The question was clearly rhetorical. Mr R went off to get ready to go out and Steven and I returned to watching TV. Steven leaned over close to my ear and whispered, "do you think he means we will have sex many more times?"

I giggled, "oh yes, for sure. He wants us to have sex many more times ... while they are shopping!"

The car had barely pulled out of the driveway before we were racing upstairs. We charged into Steven's bedroom and he slammed the door behind us, stopping dead, leaning almost slumped with his back against it. We were giggling and I was already starting to pull my tee shirt over my head when we both noticed the bed. In the middle of the covers was a magazine. I pulled my shirt back down and we went over to examine it. On the front cover was a naked lady, sideways on but twisted so her ample breast could be seen. There were headlines dotted around the page advertising the delights within. Almost falling off on one side was a note. Steve picked it up and started to giggle even more before he passed it to me. The note read, "Have fun boys. Clean up after." I joined Steven's giggling and, as the giggle expanded to hysterical laughter, we fell into each other's arms and then onto the bed. We rolled around on the bed, the laughter dying and the look between us intensifying. I felt Stevens hand slide inside my trackies and tighten on my bum. We kissed, deeply: Far, far deeper than we had done before.

"It's not just like I want to do sex with you," I whispered, "I think, no I know, I love you."

"I love you as well. It's for sure then, we're puffs."

"Puffs! Yes, and you father seems to think he is one too!" Steven looked at me quizzically. "Well, both he and your mum said he does it too!"

As I expect you will guess, we giggled.

As we settle again I was on top of him. Sitting on his groin, I wriggled my bum onto his hardening cock and stretched up, removing my shirt and tossing it into the corner. Reaching down, I tugged Steven's shirt out of his shorts and eased it over his head and outstretched arms. As his shirt came free of his hands, out lips were almost together. Closing the gap, I kissed him, opening my mouth to allow his tongue to enter. Leaving his shirt on the pillow above him, I brought my hands back down to caress the side of his body. Gripping his waist, I broke off the kiss and started working my way down his body, slowly exploring his erecting nipples and naval on the way to my goal. As I slide down his body, the lower-half of my own slide off the bed. Reaching down to my trackies without taking my lips of his flesh, I slipped off my bottoms and undies and kicked them away. It wasn't as smooth an operation as it sounds but what the hell, I was learning! Now naked, I reached for Steven's waistband. Taking shirts and undies at the same time, I eased them down. As soon as they cleared his cock, it jumped, slapping into his tummy. I buried my face in his loins and I fumbled to get his clothing off. His dick and balls were all over my face, his soft, musty boy smell filling my nostrils. I lifted my head enough to allow me mouth to cover this cock and I began to suck and kiss and lick his pubic area. Moving randomly between his cock, his balls and his perineum, I coated him with more drool than dog on a fresh, marrow filled bone. His knees were drawn up and spread as far apart as he could get them to give me all the access I could want. Despite licking at his perineum, it was hard to get at and no way could I get at his sweet hole. Hooking the backs of his knees between the thumb and first finger of each hand, I pushed so his bum lifted off the bed.

"Hold your legs." I instructed.

Linking his arms around the backs of his knees, Steven pulled them even further towards his head. I now had all the access I needed and se about filling his bum crack with my flowing slobber. It could only have been a couple of hours since we had thoroughly showered, but already the scent of soap and talc was being replaced by his musk. It drove me to a place I had never experiences before and I buried my face into him bum, tongue burrowing as deep as I could stick it in. Wriggling it and flicking it, tasting his passage with total abandon. Loud and wanton moans were coming from above my head and it was clear Steven was enjoying having his bottom assaulted by my mouth as much as I was enjoying the assault. I had thought to suck him off but his bum hole was now an all dominating object. I came up and looked down at Steven. Our eyes met and he panted,

"Yes, oh yes put it in, for fuck sake fuck me!"

I would like to say I manoeuvred myself into position, but that would definitely have flattered my movements. Nonetheless, my wet leaking dick was rubbing his soaking bum-hole in an instant, and just fractions of a second later, it was easing through the resistance of his opening. A squeak of discomfort from him, and thrust from me, and I was buried to my balls in him. We savoured the moment, looking deep into one another's eyes and smiling. We must have looked like proper fucking saps. Then, I started to slide out and in, building a natural rhythm. As I pumped my boyhood into him, I notice the magazine his father had left for us. It had fallen on the floor open at a page where a man was fucking a girl from behind. It looked an awesome position but we were too inexperienced at this point in our relationship to stop and shift position. As the punchline of that quiz show goes, I had started so I would finish! Time had no significance when we were having sex. It never did with Steven. However, before long, my thrusts became more erratic and forceful and with a loud moan, I exploded into him. He had been wanking his own cock as well and I had been aware he had climaxed himself twice before I had cum. As I slowed my pace, as my own cock became so `super-sensitive,' he orgasmed again. I had never experienced this sensation of multiple orgasms and it was something he would lose the ability to experience before we finally went our separate ways, but it was a marvel and his description of how his climax came in waves left me envious of the feelings he was having.

I rolled off him and we lay, side by side, panting and sucking in air. If we had been older, maybe we would have had a post sex ciggie.

"That was fucking amazing. Way better than last night, by miles!"

"Me too," he replied, "You, are a sex machine!"

We laughed ... well, you know, giggled.

After a while we sat up. Steven padded off, buck naked, down to get us a drink. While he filled two glasses with milk and brought them back, I picked up the magazine and looked at the pages I had glimpsed during our sex. When he came back, as we drank our milk, I showed Steven the pictures.

"I know this is like men and women and that isn't us but, if we substitute our bums for the ladies twats, this is like a sex manual."

I showed him the picture of the man taking the woman doggie style.

"This, for example, looks really good. We will be able to see our dicks going into the others bums."

Steven wiped milk from round his mouth and stood up. His dick was already standing (lol).

"Want to give it a try?" he asked, "My dick does!"

I rolled onto my tummy and rose up on all fours exposing my butt to Steven. Coming up behind, his hand gripped my bum cheeks, thumbs in the crack as he prised me open wider. I fully expected the next thing I would feel was his dick at my hole but Steven was always full of surprises. I knew from the wetness and the slurping instantly that he was rimming me (not that I knew that that was what it was called). His tongue licked hard and firmly on the outside and I lowered my face into a pillow to stifle my moans. Could it get better? His tongue forced past the futile resistance of my opening and I knew it could.

"This is okay. Nothing like I was scared of."

Back to the licking and probing. Surely that was it. This was the best. No, of course not! As he rose up, positioned his dick and then entered me in one easy painless thrust, I knew that this was the back passage to heaven. In this position, he delved deeper into me than the previous night and it seemed that every nerve in my bum was being stimulated at the same time. Then, he hit another nerve altogether. Light flashed in my head, my breath came in short pants, my moans became loud and soulful, tears sprang in my eyes and I experienced the most intense orgasm I can ever recall. I must have pumped my balls dry onto Steven's sheet. I had no idea when he was doing. After, he told me that my bum and tightened and relaxed repeatedly sucking him into me and that he too had been consumed by light in his head.

We came round to the sound of tyres on gravel. "Oh fuck, not again!"

Calls of, "We're home" from downstairs. "What are you boys up to?"

Steve ran to the door, "we are doing the homework dad gave us. Please leave us alone and don't come in!"

I gaped at him in horror, then, relaxed. The sound of laughter came floating upstairs. Steven came back into the room, slumped with his back against the door just as he had two hours earlier, though this time buck naked.

Our eyes met.

We giggled.

 

 

 

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