Date: Fri, 06 Nov 2020 23:23:41 +0000
From: dan.rowknot93@protonmail.com
Subject: Fairy Liquid. (Gay young friends

# Fairy Liquid.

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This story has been written on a mobile phone by a slightly dyslexic
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At what age do you realize your sexualaty? I think I was about ten when I
first thought I was probably gay, but at that time, I fancied boys of my
own age. By that, I mean I fancied pre pubescent boys who were my school
friends and peers.


So dose everyone go through a pedophilic stage? A stage, where there pre
pubescent friends are sexually desirable? Or for most people dose our
sexualaty only kick in with puberty? So when we are children, we are
asexual, not even aware of our own sex or sexuality?

I don't think so. Not for me anyhow. I know my sexuality was formed well
before puberty. I guess it's possible that some children do remain
asexual until those hormones kick in. I expected my sexual desire to grow
up with me, as I grew in age. In reality, it never happened that way.


I was twelve when I first met Mark. He and his family moved into the
house four doors down, but on the opposite side of the road to me. They
were only there for six months, but in that six months me and Mark became
firm friend's.


We kinda just met. You could say, our paths collided. They literally did.
It was the day he moved in. His parents suggested that he go out and
explore, and get out of the way of the removal men.

I practically hit him roller skating. I'd just watched a settee go
through the shaded gate way of his new house.

Naturally I thought my path was clear. I was going down hill, really
quite fast, minding my own business, as you do. Just skating along.

He literally just appeared in front of me! Like empty path. Oh shit
there's a small, red haired child right there!

At the time I couldn't even tell you what sex he/ she was. No time to
even shout out "Get out of the bloody way!"

In fact, if I hadn't managed to pick him up under his arms, and skated
with him, a short distance, before eventually crashing into the soft
privet hedge that surrounded his house. Using it as a means of stopping.
We would've both ended up in casualty.

I never did learn how to brake on rollerskates. I could skate forwards
just fine. But I couldn't skate slowly, I always lost balance. I just
needed a bit of speed and I was fine.

But stopping? Stopping, I always had to just gradually slow down. Or, as
on this occasion, crash into something.

Glad that hedge was there. It formed, at least to some extent a soft
landing. How i kept my balance whilst holding Mark under his arms, even
the short distance that it was, I'll never know. But I did, we ended up
in a crumpled heap with bits of twigs and leaves in our hair.

"Sorry." I said. "You just walked out in front of me. Are you Ok?

He nodded his head as I helped him out of the hedge and gave him a quick
brush down.

"I'm Dan. I see you're moving in. Welcome to the neighborhood." I offered
my hand out.

"Mark." He replied. "Thanks. I think.
Is this your usual way of welcoming new people?" He grinned at me.

I looked him up and down. Cute. I thought. in a young boy kind of way.

"How old are you?" I blurted out. Really as a way of breaking the awkward
silence that seemed to hang. I had just ploughed him into a hedge after
all said and done.


I really couldn't guess his age either. His height, he could have been as
young as six or seven. But there was something about his face, the
clothes he wore and even the way he talked made me think he might be a
bit older.

" Ten. How old are you?"

"Just twelve, only last week" I replied.


Mark was Ten? Well ten and a half actually. But still ten. Ten he might
have been chronologically, but he could definitely pass for a kid much
younger.

Put it this way, two weeks later the traveling fair was in town. One
afternoon we went along, together. Actually from that roller skating
incident we did most things together. Strange how you can sometimes just
become firm friends with someone you've only really just met. We went the
fair, but he couldn't get on any of the rides. He was always under the
board. You know the one I'm talking about? The one with a cartoon kid on
saying. "To ride this ride you have to be as tall as me." That one.

He even tried standing on his tiptoes, and he was still an inch under
that arrow.

Not that I minded.
"Go on, I'll wait for you." He'd say to me. But me, I was really glad of
an excuse not to ride em. Man they looked scary!

Mark. He became kinda like my little brother that I never had. But I
think closer than a brother as well. Some of my friends have little
brothers and they hate each other and always fight.

We became inseparable. I'd be round his house, or he'd be round mine.
We'd go out on our bikes. Play PAC man at the arcade if either of us had
a spare twenty pence. Looking back now It's not surprising he was also
the first person I ever did anything sexual with.


It started off real innocently, as these things often do. We'd played
wrestled one morning during the school holidays. We play wrestled a lot.
It was probably the thing we did most together.

Wrestling was on the telly mos Saturday afternoons then. Big Daddy, Giant
Haystack they were the names familiar to us.

This was a time mid eighties so there was no WWF- whatever the hell that
is, No internet, or mobile phones. We didn't even have our own landline.
I remember doing a coded ring to my Nan from the red telephone box at the
top of my road. Three rings, put the phone down and repeat and my Nan
would ring us back.

Even telly we only had four channels. And the only way to change channel
was via a knob on the set itself.


So I'd pin him down, and hold him for the count of ten. Sometimes I'd let
him pin me down too, but being over a year older than he was, and bigger
and stronger than he was. I'd never let him hold me down for more than
six seconds, and only then so he felt he had a fighting chance. I'd stand
up, unfairly declaring myself as the champion of champions. The great
Houdini, who could get out of anything. Then wrestle him back down and
pin him back down again, ha.

Mark was light, like he was really skinny. He could eat anything, and not
put any weight on. You could count every rib on his chest. I mean I
wasn't fat myself, but certainly more of a chunky boy than Mark ever was.

He was short as well. I think I mentioned that already. Topped with
fiery, red, ginger hair and twelve freckles on each cheek, with a simple
when he smiled. To me he was the best.

I could pick Mark up, no problems. One of my wrestling moves involved me
picking him up and turning him upside down, so his knees would drape over
my shoulders, and his head was facing out to the front from my knees. I'd
walk him around like that. Him giggling. Me giggling. Fun times.

At some stage, holding him in that position I found I was able to pull
down whatever he was wearing on his lower half, be it trousers or shorts.
I'd hold onto his shorts, and rock him, sway him around, until his
shorts, and often his underpants would get pulled down.

Wow! What a view? I'd be entranced, just looking at his butt hole, and
further forward to his dick, and the rest of his body, as his t shirt
bunched down around his neck. I loved looking at Mark held in that
position.

I'd put him down again, we'd both laugh. Mark would hurriedly pull up his
shorts again, and then we'd go back to wrestling.

I remember always being a little disappointed when he covered up so fast.
I wanted him to leave them down. I wanted to look at him more. Examine
him more

I'd got a major buzz out of these moves. Just being able to pull his
shorts down, those quick glimpses at those bits of him that made him all
boy. It really stirred something in me, leaving me feeling, different, I
don't know, hot, flushed, kinda short breathed? Aroused? Yeah of course,
but I didn't know there was a word for it then.

I was unsure of these feelings too. I know I enjoyed them, but they felt
wrong. I felt high. High like I'd taken drugs. To me it was the same sort
of high as what I imagine taking crack cocaine might feel like.

I had nothing to compare it to. I still don't. Just that it always left
me with a warm, fuzzy feeling. At the same time feeling guilty, feeling
wrong. Exactly like if I'd taken drugs. Something I really wouldn't want
my parents or anyone else if I'm honest, to know about.

From that moment I was addicted to Mark in that way. A complete
compulsion. Something, I felt I had no control over. Something I had to
do, and a strong desire to do it again.

I've later realised it wasn't just Mark that caused these feelings in me.
Although when I was twelve, he was my main fantasy. Now I know it's the
same buzz with most prepubescent boys. Well all boys if I'm honest, as
long as they are not too far through their puberty. Fat, thin, black,
white, Chinese. I just find boys attractive.

Just seeing a young, smooth, naked boy. Or even one dressed, say in
speedo's gives me a dopamine release.
What can I say? I'm a boylover, or I like to think so. The other word is
far more undesirable. Paedophile sounds horrible don't you think?

So that was the reason I kept repeating this wrestling move. Every day we
hung out we'd wrestle, and at some stage, I'd turn him upside down, and
pull his shorts and pants down. Often holding him like that for
increasingly amounts of time. Just admiring the view, and enjoying the
feelings that it created in me.

His shorts would come down, pulling his undies with them.

His cute, pink hole would be there, puckered like it wanted me to kiss
it. His tight little ball sack and his 6cm dick, hanging, floopily down
towards his belly.

I think over time Mark realised that this was doing something to me. This
game was more than just us wrestling. More than just playing. That
something sexual was really occuring. Either that or his body just picked
up on the sexual vibes going on.

The next time I turned him upside down, he had an erection. I felt it, as
it flicked against the side of my arm as I pulled his shorts down. Well I
say down, I actually mean up, due to him being upside down if course.

It brushed against my wrist, as it was sticking out like a old fashioned
coat hanger. It shocked me, not like as in an electric shock. Although I
did feel some kind of static from that contact. It was more just the
knowledge that Mark's boyhood was stiff.

I couldn't resist. I wanted to see it. No, I had to see it. I held my
breath. I hadn't seen him with a stiffie before. Sure, I'd seen his dick.
Seen his dick lots of times, just never in an erected state.

We would often wee standing next to each other, usually outdoors. I guess
boys have always done this. We had our favourite pee bush, that's what
we'd call it, our pee bush.
"I need a wee. Shall we go to our pee bush." And we'd both saunter around
behind it.

It was against a group of shrubs on waste ground - at the back of his
house. It was a great little private area, that screened us off from the
whole street. We'd both stand there, I'd always look at his, he sometimes
would look at mine too, no biggie.

Then one or both of us would let our urine flow, and we'd cross streams,
and pretend sword fighting. "Pew, pew, pew ,pew" adding our own sound
effects just like they do on Star Wars or Doctor Who.
Just a usual, natural occurrence between two boys. Two boys peeing
against the same bush.

Anyway, I'm still holding him upside down. His shorts and undies are
trapped under my arms. Slowly, his privates become, well er no longer
private.
I had already sumerized that in that position, much to my advantage that
he couldn't do much to stop me molestering him. I'd tickled him like this
before, and apart from nearly wetting himself, he hadn't been able to
stop the attack.
I was mesmerized with his erection. I ran my finger down his inner legs,
through the valley of his bum hole, along and around his balls, feeling
the small testis, in his scrotum, which was shrivelling at my touch.
Letting my finger trace along his shaft, right to the tip of his uncut
dick. Mark just hung there.

I wet my finger in my mouth, and went back to his bum hole. Lightly
inserting just the tip of my finger in. Not in far, maybe just to the
base of my fingernail deep. Still it was deep enough that I could feel
his inner heat.

How did I know I wanted to do that? I'm not sure. Prior to this I always
thought bum holes were icky and disgusting, but then, that tight pink
ring looked inviting, and I definitely wanted to touch it.

I Watched with fascination as his young hole started contracting around
my finger, trying to either push me out, or to suck me in further.
My other hand started exploring his other private area at my leisure.
Mark was giggling. I pulled his dick out from his body. Letting it go, so
what, with gravity and it's stiffness, it slapped against his inverted
stomach. Slap! I repeated it again enjoying the sound it made, and the
extra giggle it enticed from Mark.

Let me describe my view for you. So I'm looking down at Mark, my left
index finger is slightly penetrating his ass. I added a little bit more
pressure, his hole giving, allowing me a bit more entery, now up to my
first knuckle. I don't even know if Mark realised it was there. He was
giggling the whole time.
I looked from my finger outwards. Out to his penis still sticking out,
like a coat hook. The ridge of his piss tube forming a speed bump along
the underside of it.
His scrotum, had relaxed a bit. Letting each marble sized ball to lie
sunngly against the sides, but being separated from each other by his
dick.

Looking down further. Down to his cute, innie belly button. Further down.
His t-shirt had fallen down to below his small, pale pink little nibs
that were his nipples, plainly visible against his extra white chest.
His face was becoming red, as always happens when you are upside down.
His dark brown eyes gazing back at me. Mark's red, longish hair was
hanging down, like a mop head, his t-shirt bunched up around his neck.

My fingers were back on his dick again. This time I tried to pull his
foreskin back, but it was too tight, and seemed to cause Mark a bit of
pain. I stopped, and just gave it a bit of a rub, between my thumb and
forefinger, feeling it engorge more with my touch.

I wanted to hold him upside down longer. I was enjoying what I was doing.
Mark seemed to be enjoying it as well. He wasn't trying to stop me, put
it that way. I felt his boy marbles gently between my fingers, his left
ball slightly bigger than his right.

My cock was straining against the tight fabric of my jeans. I'm sure Mark
could feel it poking him in his back. He must have know.

I didn't want him to loose consciousness though. Can that happen if
someone is upside down too long? I wasn't certain of the answer to it,
but didn't want to conduct a scientific experiment to find out. He was
already really red in the face.

I stood him slowly back up, standing him on the floor. It was a deft move
though, I made sure my finger carried on poking him in his bum hole. In
fact as I lowered him down it slipped in a little further, down into my
second knuckle. Mark spread his legs a little, well as wide as his shorts
would allow.

Kneeling down in front of him I held him steady. I knew from doing
handstands in school, that you could feel a bit dizzy after being upside
down for a while. This time he made no move to try and pull up his
trouser, or cover up his willy in any way. He just stood there, with his
arms by his side, proudly showing me his young erection.

His t-shirt had unfurled down to his waist again, it was obstructing my
view. I wanted him naked.
"Lift your arms." I said.
He complied and lifted them above his head, so I could pull his t-shirt
right off.
He just stood there in front of me. Smooth, totally hairless and three
quarters naked.

He'd put his hands on his head. Rather than dropping them back to his
side's It was like he wanted to show me his body. I smelt his pits as he
lifted his arms. That sound gross I know. But it really wasn't. He just
smelt of a boy. But that sight of his hairless armpit sent another jolt
to my cock.

Looking at his boyhood, visibly pulsing with his heartbeat. His shorts
and undies draped around his ankles.
"Lift your leg." Mark looked down at my request, lifting each leg as I
helped him step out of them. He was now naked

Mark, his hands still on his head. Naked all the way down to his bare
little toes. His little toes, at the end of his size 6 feet, UK size. Big
feet for such a small boy. You know what they say right? Big feet, big
hands? Ha, of course they don't. Big feet, big dick, right?


Talking of which, that was what I was really looking at now, I'd say
about 7.5cm long now in its stiff state. It did look big on him,
especially given his small frame. What was really impressive was how
stiff he was. Like really stiff! The blue veins prominent against the
pale background.


"You like it?" Mark asked, pushing his hips forward so I could really see
his dick.
"Yeh I like it, I really like it!"

From that point on I've always enjoyed a close up inspection of a boys
body, especially his dick and hairless underarm. I've felt a frill,
everytime, I've had the privilege to inspect one up closely. Whether it
is for the first time, like this was, or with a boy I've been playing
with a lot. Where they've got to the point that they trust you, and stand
naked in front of you allowing you to look and touch as much as you like.
Those boys would get to the stage where they would just get naked. Often
even instigating our sexual games themselves.


I love the shape of them, how there sac is still reasonably tight, but
there balls are clearly defined. How there veins look red, against the
pale white background of there taunt skin. How they feel, so stiff when
erected, like Mark's was at this moment.
I like them flaccid as well, that touch that stirs them to stiffness,
that awakens them from there slumber.


This close, boys have their own individual aroma. It's like a unique
signature for each boy. A mix of their pee and a bit of sweat, mixed with
whatever shower gel they use. This is the smell of a boy. And boy what an
aphrodisiac that smell is to me.

Mark throbbed his dick. It looked like he maybe gained another half
centimetre in doing so. I tried to retract his skin again, now with him
standing. It made no difference, it was still too tight. Mark really
winced that time.
"Ouch! He said. " Be gentle."

"Sorry." I apologized. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him
I gave his willy a little rub, massaging his well covered glans head. I
could see the outline of his glands under the stretched skin.

In all the time I knew Mark he was never able to fully retract his
foreskin, and we did try many times, but it just wouldn't go back.
Eventually we got it so you could just see his japs eye, peeking out,
maybe 2mm from his fold of his long foreskin, but no further back.

It just felt right, something I wanted to do. I opened my mouth and
soothed his willy by sucking on it. Taking him all the way pulling his
marble boy balls into my mouth as well.

This was my first blow job, I'd ever given. Obviously it was Mark's first
as well. I hope he was enjoying it as much as I was. I remember hoping
then, that this wouldn't be my only chance to suck Mark's willy.

"Make it feel nice." a voice in my head told me. To emphasize the point
my mind provided me with another garbled message, one that I'd recently
learnt at Sunday school. "Do unto others as you would have done to
yourself." If that's not an instruction on a sexual matter I don't know
what is.
I knew what to do. No teaching was necessary or required. Everything I
was doing, I was doing on pure instinct.

I heard Mark giggle. He was there.
I had to free my own cock. It was bent down the front of my pants and
really uncomfy where it was. I pulled one handed at my Jean button,
releasing it on the second attempt, my zip was already worn and came down
easily. Eventually freeing my cock. Letting it spring out, over the top
of my undies waistband.

My other hand, finger still connected to Marks bum. I added a bit more
pressure to it. Penetrating him a bit deeper. Even thinking back now, I'm
amazed at how easy my finger slid up Mark's shoot. It was tight, sure,
but he let me have access. Mark's dick pulsed in my mouth as I did this.
He pushed his hips forward to try to get more of his boyhood in my mouth.
Impossible though, as my lips were already embraced against his pelvis.

I looked up into Mark's brown eyes. His dick was still fully in my mouth.
He was looking back down at me. I wasn't certain if he could see my cock
or not. I guess he probably couldn't. To be honest it didn't really
matter either way to me, but I did kinda want him to see it.

I laugh now at my terminology I was using back then. Calling my penis a
cock was a complete overstatement. My head may well have been saying
cock, but my hand was feeling a, still, hairless, totally smooth,
boyhood, maybe 11cm long, with a smooth fitting skin, that pulled back
easily.

I'd started spermin at best only a month before. I remember that day as
well. It was a day I'd been hanging out with Mark. Yeah I'd stood next to
him at our pee bush. I'd watched his urine hitting the leaves. Stared at
his dick as he shook out the last drops. I'd started to chub up. I
remember feeling bad. He finished. So I pushed mine back inside my
trousers
"Didn't you need a wee?"
"Naw I thought I did, but I didn't." I laughed.

We spent some time play fighting, rough housing. Plenty of accidental
touches that day too.

Mark had gone out so I'd gone home. I laid on my on my bed, my bedroom
door was shut.

I was so horny, but back then I didn't have a word for what I was
feeling. My Mum was downstairs, making my tea.
My dick was hard, really hard, almost painfully. I pulled my trackie
bottoms down. I could see it making a tent in my undies, so I pulled them
down as well. It looked more engorged than I had ever remembered seeing
it before. A slight movement to it, only very small, mere millimetres,
but visible every time my heart beated. I touched it. Even by my own hand
it felt hot. I slid my skin back looking at how shinny my purple helmet
was. I loved the sensation of pulling that little bit of connecting skin,
the bit that goes from my piss slit and connects with the loose skin on
my shaft, really tight. Of course now I know it has a name so I'm talking
about my fernulum. But back then I didn't know that.

Thoughts of Mark in my head. The glimpse of his dick at the pee bush. The
touch as I picked him up, my arm between his legs, cupping his boyhood in
my hand. I was certain that at one point that day, I'd might even have
felt him have an erection, but it was a fleeting touch, and had gone by
the next accidental touch.

I know I'd had many stiffies that day. Mine had gone soft hard, soft
hard, all day. It had felt itchy and tingely, and just different
I flicked my skin back and forth. Tight loose, tight, loose. I could pull
it down, and let go and it would recover the glands by itself. Almost
elastic like, mysteriously defying the laws of gravity.

My mind reconjured the images from previous hours. Seeing Mark naked when
we went swimming, that morning. Just as he was pulling his trunks on he'd
dropped his towel and I got a fleeting look at his dick as he pulled his
trunks up. Standing at the pee bush sword fighting with our pee, and it
was that image, that image that, then. Pow! Stars. My dick, flexing,
really sensitive. Too sensitive. I almost stopped. I nearly pulled my
undies up, but another part of me told me to keep going.

I looked at my dick. A small dot of clear fluid appeared at my pee hole.
I just concentrated on that dot. The thought. " Did Mark really have a
stiffie today when we were wrestling?" Popped into my head. My dick
flexed once more, my fingers eased the skin back. The dot formed into a
small drip. I felt something happen, from deep within my balls. The drip
left the tip of my dick in a slow spurt. Like the little jet of water
you'd get from those old plastic water pistols, that you'd be given from
a kids party.

I watched as the clear fluid shot out of my dick, the fluid was no more
than a centimetre in length. It arced from my body, looking silver as it
hit the sunlight that was streaming in through my bedroom window.
Slow motion. When ever I think of this it's always in slow motion. Like
the whole thing could have been over an hour, but in reality was only a
couple of seconds. Whatever it etched itself into my memory.

It landed on my body, just by my belly button, in a warm, wet, splat. A
second came straight after, a much smaller drop, but travelled a fraction
further than the first
My dick was still spasming. I flicked the skin back once more but nothing
else came out. It was now to sensitive to touch. To sensitive to even
cover up with my undies. I dipped my finger into the fluid and rubbed it
between my finger and thumb. I knew what it was from sex education of
course.

So I'm becoming a man I thought. I Felt the texture of the silky, slippy
liquid. I put my fingers to my nose and smelt it, and yeah, you guessed
it, I tentatively tasted it as well. It tasted of very little if I'm
honest.

My body relaxed, I possibly went to sleep, not sure, I might have done.
All I know was my undies were still down when my Mum shouted me down for
tea.

That was a scrummy dream, I thought, smacking my lips together and
stretching. I looked down at my stomach at a dried flakey area where the
splats had landed. Nope, not a dream.
_

Mark put his hands on the back of my head. I guess this is a natural
instinct as well, with any male receiving a blow job.
I could tell by the way he was giggling, and his breathing rate
increased, also by the way his boy-cock pulsed against my tongue, that he
was about to have his good feeling. I wondered if he could spunk yet. I
knew unlikely, but I still wondered.

It was awesome feeling his balls pull up in my mouth as Mark's feeling
intensified in a quick, but proving that Mark was still dry when he
orgasmed.


I'd hardly touched my cock, but Mark, making little, but highly sexual
noises, and his dick being in my mouth, and feeling those connections.

I think when you are doing anything sexual with another person you become
one. So I was connected to Mark. Mouth to his dick. My finger embedded up
his young sphincter. His hands on the back of my head, holding me in
place. And my upper lip, where in a few years time a moustache will grow,
was pressed firmly where in few years time Marks pubes would grow.

Connected.

Whilst this was going on I lightly slid my foreskin back, but that was
the only thing I did. Other than that, for me it was a virtual hands free
orgasm. Just that oneness, that connection.

I shared Marks orgasm, he shared mine. Both at the same time. I spermed a
little bit onto the tile floor. Four good ball contractions, the second I
think was the one that produced a small volume of ejaculatt the rest
seemed to be dry.

Do you remember your own first wet cums? That first 18 months, or so,
where you start producing spunk? They're ace those first cums, they're
really strong. It's like your body is still not fully expecting them, so
the force of them takes you by surprise. An instant relief. That instant
relief you get from your balls feeling heavy and full, to completely
empty.

It's sort of the same relief you get when your bladder is really full,
and you're bustin for a wee, and you let your stream flow type relief.
It's like that, only way better.

I felt him relax in my arms as I kneaded his bum checks, and removed my
finger from his butt. I laid him down on his Mum's, hand made, rag rug
and just admired his body.


His penis still flexing with his breathing.
Is there anything more beautiful than prepubescent, naked boy? Especially
after said boy has just had his dry tingles and is looking in that
relaxed phase? Looking at Mark's deflating willy at that time. Well, I
didn't think so!

Mark propped himself up on his elbow.
"What's that? He pointed to the small, wet spot on the floor. "You didn't
pee on the floor did you? He looked disgusted. "Mum'll be really mad if
you peed on her floor, she only cleaned it last night."

"Not pee you dummy. Spunk. Sperm, you know? Surely you must'ave ad sex ed
in school by now?" I dipped my finger in the pool proving it was more of
a clear gel than a liquid.

"So that's sperm? I thought it was meant to be white in colour? I
thought? Doesn't your dick need to be in a girls vagina to be able to
produce it?

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I've not been making it very
long. Maybe it turns white when I get older" It was an educated guess.
For me it didn't really become white for another year or so. "But no you
can definitely make sperm without it having to be near a woman. It's
called spunkin or ejaculation to give it it's proper name and happens
when you jack off, also know as wanking or masturbation, if you're in
polite company." I glanced at his clock on the mantle piece.
"You know we should get dressed. I smiled at his nakedness again. "Your
mum will be home soon."

We both grabbed are scattered clothes and put them back on. I grabbed a
tissue from a box that Mark's mum kept on the side and wiped up my small
spunk pool. I have a vivid recollection that I pocketed it, I took it
home with me and flushed it there, even though there was a waste paper
basket right in marks living room. It just felt wrong to leave any trace
of what it was at Mark's house. I mean what if Mark's parents knew what
it was? Weird how my young brain was working at that time.

"You OK?"

"Uh."

"I said are you OK?"

"Oh yeah-yeah, I'm fine."

"You won't tell anyone what we just did will yeh?" We'd sat on the sofa
now. I don't know I guess part of me felt a bit guilty.

"Why would I do that?"

"Welll. Some people would say it's like, you know like, wrong? Like,
touching you down there and all that?" All that being me sucking him off,
and shoving my finger up his bum, but I left it at just all that.

"No I enjoyed it. It was fun. Plus well who'd want to tell there mum
about that anyway. It'd be totally embarrassing. Me mum'ud go mental.
She'd probably stop you n me playin together. And I'd lay money I'd end
up grounded as well.
Plus. What would I tell her?
"Oh by the way Mum." Mark immataited the pretend conversation he'd have
with his mum. "You know, when you were out the other day? Well me, n Dan.
Well we sorta play wrestled, and he turned me upside down and he pulled
me pants and undies down. And erm, well er, he put his finger up me bum,
n also touched and then sucked my dick and I had a stiffie. Then while he
was sucking on my willy, he took his dick out of his trousers and shot
his goo on your clean front room floor. Oh and I kinda liked it. And, I
was wondering, if it was ok with you? If we did it again?
No thanks, if it's ok with you I don't fancy telling my Mum any of that.
Oh and I'd appreciate you not telling anyone either."

I find his sarcastic tone funny. Sometimes I forget he's ten, and as
equally as mischievous as me. I guess cause he's so small. In some ways
he seems smaller now than he did when we meet, or else I've had a major
growth spurt in the last five months.

He's like my little brother though, and I just see myself as way older
than him. But in reality their is only just under nineteen months between
us.

It's strange, but in the UK the temperature can go from being really
mild, even hot to being like sub zero temperature, sometimes in the space
of half an hour. OK I kid. Not really sub zero, but definitely chilly.
That's how it was on this day.

So we sat, waiting for his Mum to come home. Just watching cartoons on a
small, portable TV, that was in his living room. Bugs Bunny and Daffy
Duck were a staple part of our TV watching. They were shown as part of
Rolf's cartoon time. Where Rolf Harris would draw bugs or road runner and
then play the cartoon. Who knew at that time that Rolf would be a
pedophile? But then the same could be said for it's a knock out's Stuart
Hulse and of course not mentioning Jimmy Savile, and if you ask me
Micheal Jackson too.

We threw a sleeping bag over us and snuggled in to keep warm. Back then
there was no central heating. If you wanted heat it was from a single gas
fire in the living room.
However due to Mark nearly blowing up the house, the last time he tried
to light it - funny story. Mark turned on the gas and tried to strike a
match, but it kept not striking, until it suddenly did. We had this blue
fire ball that seemed to fill Mark's living room. We were both fine. We'd
have gotten away with it too if he hadn't singed his eyebrows.

Under the sleeping bag, Mark took hold of my hand, and just started
rubbing each finger. Like he was wanking off each of my fingers. He took
my hand and placed it on his dick over his shorts. He was stiff again.

"Your Mum'll be home soon." I whispered, urgently. For some reason I felt
nervous. But the way he moved my hand over his dick, especially when I
found he was stiff again, sent another jolt of excitement to my loins.-
Yet I was sure Eileen, Mark's Mum was going to come in and find me
molestering her son any moment.

"I know, I just wanted you to know I had a stiffie again." Mark said.

I wanted to kiss him, and not a kiss like you'd give to your nan either.
A proper adults kiss, with tongue's, like they do on the movies. I don't
know who's lips touched who's first. But there it was our first snog. I
slid my hand under his waistband feeling his fleshy tube between my
fingers, our tongues wrestling for position in each others mouths. I was
really getting into it.

I still got startled when I felt Mark's hand on my own dick. That first
jolt of electricity you get from someone else touching your privates. I
guess I wasn't expecting it. I hadn't even thought that Mark might want
to touch mine too. I wished for the second time that day that I hadn't
put jeans on that morning. You ever had an erection in skin tight jeans
that used to be around in the mid to late 80's? I know painful right?

Mark seemed to understand. He'd somehow got my zip down and wormed his
hand in through my fly hole and into the opening of my boxer shorts. Skin
on skin. Pushing his hand in deeper, eventually repositioning my dick,
and pulling it out through my fly. A much more comfy position. I broke
our kiss.

"You don't have to you know?" I said as I felt his hand enclose around my
young member.

" I know. I want to though. You did me earlier. Can I see it?" He didn't
wait for my response, I felt the sleeping bag begin to move off us, as
Mark started to uncover my dick.

'Oh boy' I thought. Just like the guy from Quantum leap used to say every
time he had jumped to his next adventure.

Typical!

Just as it was getting really exciting again, we heard the unmistakable
sound of a key being inserted into the lock in his front door. You ever
had that feeling you're nearly busted? We did then. We hastily pulled the
sleeping bag back over us, covering us. Fortunately Eileen turned to
close the door, and picked up the bags she was carrying, giving Mark
chance to, gently push my now wilting dick gently back inside my fly.

She looked over at us.
"My don't you two look cute? Hang on, don't move." Eileen took the
groceries into the kitchen and came back carrying her kodak camera.
"Smile boys, say cheese." She framed the shot and took our photo's, the
flash splitting the dull room like a thunder bolt.

It was a good photograph as well. I remember me and Mark looking at it
when it came back from truprint. We both looked flushed, a slight guilty
look on both of our faces. We giggled at it in private at how we were
seconds away from being busted. I think I've still got this photo
somewhere. His Mum, gave it to me when Mark's Dad got a job transfer. The
three of them moved away, not more than two months after it was took.

I can't remember much about Marks Dad. Trying to think of him I can't
even really remember him at all, just, maybe a vague face. I think he did
something in construction? Whatever it meant that Eileen and Mark would
only be in one place for a short time, then they would pack up everything
and move on again.

******

Dose anyone else read the stories on nifty like I do? So a couple of
times a week I'll click on the new stories. Then scan in the sections
that appeal to me, usually Adult youth, young friends and sometimes
incest and check out for interesting titles. Reading the first one, maybe
two or three paragraphs. Often skipping forward a few paragraphs. A quick
scan for a few key words, just to see if the story has anything juicy,
and sweet in it. But somewhere in there, it has to click my buttons,
otherwise I don't read on. Oh and my pet hate is someone writes a
promising start to a story, then stop. Full stop. Nothing ever after.
*****

I avoided Mark for the next week. I admit after I got home I started to
feel really weird about what I / we had done.

I know.
I know Mark said he liked it. I know We'd made a pinky promise that
neither of us would tell anyone, but after I'd left, I imagined that he
might have changed his mind. That he might have felt it was something he
really should talk to someone about.

We'd been taught in school about good touch and bad touch, and well, what
we had done together surely came under the latter. I felt sure he had
tattered on me. Maybe to his Mum, his Dad, a teacher. Hell I thought.
'What if the police are already involved? Am I about to get arrested? I
knew on some level that that's what could happen to abusers.

Then I'd think about it. Think how his young, stiff penis felt in my
fingers. How hot his hole was when I put my finger into him.
I'd hear his voice, and for some reason that line. "I just wanted you to
know I had a stiffie again." Kept coming back, everytime reliving the
memory.

That was the replay line, remembering our first kiss. That line and
memory. It got me hard and sent me over the edge, sent my clear boycum
out of my immature balls every jack off session.

Straight afterwards I'd go back to feeling strange, feeling guilty.
Guilty that now, not only I had done those things with Mark, but feeling
bad that i'd now just wanked off thinking those thoughts about him too. I
know weird how a teenagers mind works right?

For some reason, I got hung up on the whole, you know? jackin off and sex
and all that type of thing was a sin. When I was younger my gran always
took me regularly to church. I used to quite enjoy Sunday school. So I
was certain that this sex stuff. Well engaging in that sort of behaviour
would positively lead me to that trap door, that would just open beneath
my feet, dropping me at the fiery gates of hell for thinking, let alone
doing that type of things.

It was about a week later me Mum casually mentioned she had seen Eileen
at the paper shop. I felt my stomach drop.

"Was she - I hesitated - OK?"
I wasn't really sure I wanted to know the answer.

"Yeah. She's fine, she asked if you could just pop over sometime. Said
she had something to ask you."

Those words really scared me. My mind made the jump to the conclusion
that was already in my head, that Mark had told her, everything.
I remember gulping. 'This is it. I thought, as I walked up Mark's path
and pressed his doorbell. 'Time, as they say to face the music.'


You ever have it where you are dreading something and it turns out to be
completely different to the car crash you were expecting? Gladly that's
what happened here. So instead of the absolute bollocking. The. "You
touched my son! You're not to see Mark ever again! I'm also informing
your Mum what's happened." That I was expecting. I got invited into
Mark's kitchen.


Mark was sat at his kitchen table, just munching a piece of toast. Just a
usual, regular, nothing out the ordinary scene. I looked at Mark, just to
see if he was trying to send me any sort of secret message

It was a normal scene. Nothing to worry about. She buttered me a piece of
toast and sat me down next to Mark.

Long and short really boiled down to her and Jerry (Mark's Dad.) Wanted
to go out on Friday night and, as they couldn't get a babysitter in. It
was actually Mark's idea. His parents usually went out every Friday
night, but before he had always been left with a sixteen year old girl,
but Jenny had just started college and was no longer available. Mark had
said he felt old enough to be left on his own, but asked if I could go
over and keep him company. Nowadays most parents would shy away from
leaving two boys in their house alone together, but back then it wasn't
that unusual.

Friday night saw me pushing Mark's doorbell again. This time just not
feeling scared that my whole world was about to collapse. Actually I was
looking forward to it. Eileen opened the door for me.
"Alright Dan." She said it in a sort of funny voice, and offered me a
fist bump. It was our usual greeting. So we'd right hand fist bump, then
bounce off from the collision. We would then send our fist over our left
shoulder, bringing them back quickly to the front, simultaneously playing
a quick round of scissors, paper, rock. I played paper that night. Eileen
played scissors.
"You loose kido. What's the score now 17 / 6 I believe?"

I'd sort of forgotten how cool Mark"s Mum really was, she always made me
giggle, always made me feel at home. And writing about it now, just
rekindled that memory and made it so vivid.

"Mark's upstairs." Eileen said. "He's doing something with glitter, so
I've told him to stay put until he's finished, otherwise the whole house
will get covered like it did last time.
I've made pizza for you for tea, it's in the fridge. Pop it in the oven
for 10 mins 180° warm the oven first Mark knows how to use the oven. And
for good sake use the oven gloves. I don't need either of you burnt.
Thankfully the oven is electric. No need for you two to try and blow up
the house again.
Oh and make sure you set the timer, otherwise it'll be cremated by the
time you remember about it."

A car pulled up
"Ah here's Jerry." I turned towards the car and waved at Mark's Dad
driving a mustard coloured Austin Montego.
"Mark. She yelled upstairs.
"We're off now. Be good! She turned to me. "You too kido" she ruffled my
hair.
"We will Mum. See you later. Have a good night. Love you." Mark's voice
echoed down
"Love you too." Eileen called back up the stairs.
"We should be back about midnight. Don't wait up. We'll look in on you
when we're back." And that was it. Eileen headed out the door, shutting
it behind her and leaving me alone in the hallway.

"Have they gone?" Marks head appeared, peeping around the side of his
bedroom door.

"Yeah, just. Why?" Something about the way Mark had just his head showing
had me intrigued. I started climbing his stairs up to him.

"Blimey I didn't think they"d ever go" Mark said. I was halfway up the
stairs when Mark fully opened his bedroom door. He stood there, naked as
the day he was born with his stiffie protruding from his body. "I was
afraid at one point, I thought Mum was going to come back upstairs."

"Why you like that, like naked?" I felt my blood thundering in my ears.

"I thought, maybe we could play again like, like we did last time? Well
hoping too."

I didn't want to seem too eager, even through I really was.
"I guess we could do that, if you want to of course."
He moved forward and stood on the top step.
"Suck me like you did last time then. I wanna feel it again." He flicked
his penis down making it spring back up, like the diving boards do at the
local pool
"Your Mum said you were doing something with glitter?" I asked, with a
grin.

"Nah. I finished that earlier on. I just didn't want me mum to come back
upstairs and find me like this." He said grinning. "I got naked when I
heard you ring the doorbell."

"What would you have done if your mum had come back up?"

"Dunno. I'd got a pair of shorts handy, and I was just gonna kinda throw
glitter everywhere, but I reckon I'd have still been in trouble. Enough
of that.
Go on suck it again." He put pressure on my shoulders, so I was kneeling
on the next step down in front of him, his dick now at my face height.

"You know, you're not meant to just demand a blow job, it's not really
very polite." Of course I wasn't really arsed. More than that it was
actually a turn on being told what to do, and getting pushed into
position by this particularly fine ten year old boy. I wasn't bothered.
Actually I was secretly glad that he was so willing and wanted to play
again, I'd thought it might have been a one off.
I'd boned up instantly, just seeing him naked standing at the top of the
stairs. Let alone demanding exactly what I wanted to do.

"Blow job? Mark sounded unsure "But you sucked it last time?"

"I know, but for some reason it's called a blow job. No idea why, but I
heard some older boys talking about it at school and one was saying he
got a girl to suck his dick and the other lads were like "ooh blowjob!"
And laughin. So sucking dick is definitely know as a blow job." I flicked
my tongue on the underside of Mark's dick, feeling the little bump of the
underside of his glands covered by his skin with my tongue.

"U-huh."Mark said, and then a small sigh. He pushed his hips forward
"Suck it again, pwease." His voice, really soft, but really high, with
the drawn out, purposely, mispronounced please.

Who can resist such a polite request? I couldn't. I opened my mouth and
took his whole dick and balls in too, adding suction and warmth to his
tube of flesh.
"En-mm." From Mark, not much more than a two tone squeak really. Highly
sexual though, just a sound formed by his prepubertal voice box. The boys
sexual pitch.

Whilst I was enjoying this ultimate submissive positive. I was finding it
was not that comfy on my knees. I was also afraid that Marks little
pelvic thrusts might actually knock me off balance and cause me to fall
downstairs. Could you imagine me trying to explain that one if I'd ended
up in casualty?

" Can we go to your room, be a bit more comfy?" I suggested
"Sure. Will you get naked too? I didn't get to see your dick properly
last time, I wanna compare sizes. Go on take your clothes off." Mark
retreated into his room, throwing his bedside lamp on and then hastily
drew his curtains.

"There. No one can see us now." I did wonder why he hadn't worried about
no one seeing him before when he stripped off before I arrived, but said
nothing.

Mark faced me and started to hum the tune The Stripper.
"Why you humming that?" I asked, I was suddenly feeling really self
conscious standing there with my top off. I think I was feeling an almost
sort of stage fright.


"I don't know. Me Mum always hums that at me anytime I'm removing my
clothes. Hang on a mo'. - Can I undress ya?" I didn't give a response but
felt Mark easing down my trousers and undies, feeling my dick spring up,
practically vertical as he released it.
"Wow! Yours is way bigger than mine."

"Yeah well I am practically two years older than you."

"Huh, you're only nineteen months older than me, not that much, school
years don't count. Can I touch it?" I found this question really odd,
after all I hadn't exactly asked permission to touch his.

"Sure go ahead." I said as I felt a pump of blood into my cock as his
hands reached out and touched it. The first thing he did was the same as
I'd tried to do with his. He pulled my skin back, but unlike his, mine
retracted smoothly.
"Weird! Is it meant to do that?"

"Do what?" I asked. He repeated the action, pulling my skin back then
recovering my purple helmet, then pulling the skin back again.

"That.
That skin movement thing, you know where this purple bit shows?"

" I think so. I don't remember it not going back." I replied.

"D'ya recon it's." Mark looked thoughtful. "D'ya recon, It might be, oh
erm. Well we had this lesson in school the other week. What's it called?
It's something to do with trousers" He sat on his bed just looking at my
dick.

"Something, to do with, trousers? Seriously what are you wittering on
about?" I had no idea.

"Oh you know. Arh! We did it in school. Trousers or shorts or something.
You know, like, some people have brown eyes, and some people have blue.
And we did this experiment in class where you had to stick out your
tongue, and some of my class can curl their tongues like this." He stuck
his tongue out and formed a u shape with his tongue. "And some can't."

"Can you curl your tongue? Go on have a try."
I stuck out my tongue and tried to do what Mark had done with his, but
mine remained flat. I even put a finger in my mouth and tried to curl it
around my finger, but still remained flat. Mark copied what I was doing,
but his just curled his tongue around his finger.

Yeah you got it. You know where my mind was going with the possibilities
of that. But anyway I'm sidetracking.

"And they said in school that this was something to do with trousers.
Nah, not trousers, I got it jeans. Yeah, that's it. Jeans. It's Something
to do with your jeans.

"Oh you mean genes" I said, understanding what he was on about. "But it's
spelt J, e, n, e, s.
Not j, e, a, n, s." I spelt out showing off my superior knowledge, but
proving my spelling was equally as bad as Mark's.

"N'like." Mark continued. "Well ya know we have swimming lessons every
Wednesday? Well when we get changed, the boys from the other school.
Well, They've just finished there lesson and we're getting ready for
ours.
So we share the changing room like. So, like, I know your not meant to
look, but we all do Right?" Mark looked at me for confirmation, then
carried on
"Well a lot of the boys from that school their dicks skin is always back,
like with their acorns always showing. It's like they were born with less
skin on their dicks, than we've got. Then there's your dick, where your
skin just glide's back like this." He pulled my skin back again.
"And I can't, because it just doesn't go back, and hurts if I try. So
maybe, it's something to do with your genes right?"

"I guess it could be." I hadn't actually thought about it, but what Mark
said made sense. Even now this explanation seems more logical to me than
the real reason that somebody has actually taken a knife to a boys penis.

"Dose it hurt you at all when I pull your skin back like this?" He asked
with concern.

"No, not at all. It feels really nice actually." I felt another judder as
he slid it back again. "Gets really sensitive though, especially when I'm
close to my cum."

"Cum?"

"Yeah you know spermin, jizzing, spunkin or gettin your tingles, or
ejaculation. - Which is the proper name for it. Or as Frankie Goes to
Hollywood said
"Relax don't do it, when you want to sock to it. Relax don't do it, when
you wanna cum." I sang the song.
" It's all about sex, n jerking off that song, you know." I gave the old
hand pump to demonstrate what I meant.
"It's really a dirty song. Not one your Mum would want to hear you
singing. That's why it was banned by the Beeb. I asked my Mum about it,
and she said it got banned cause all us kids were singing Relax, don't do
it, pick your nose and chew it."

Mark wrinkled up his nose in disgust.

"I know gross right? But the song itself is actually even worse." I'd
only just found this out the other day, and had been dying to share this
piece of knowledge with Mark since I found it.
"So you know the toilet block at the top of Martha's road?

"The dodgy one? I've never been in there, my Mum says I shouldn't go. She
Says it's a drug den and worse."

"Yeah well, my Mum says that too. But I had no choice. I was turtle
heading ya see.- Put it this way I'd eaten loads liquorice all-sorts and
you know what effect they can have. So I had to go in.

It wasn't so bad in there ya know? It looked like it had been recently
cleaned when I went in. and a strong smell of bleach in the air, and
there was plenty of toilet paper and soap. But like, there's loads of
writing on the walls as well. Like the walls are absolutely covered in
writing. Well this bit caught my eye as it was sort of a cartoon.
It was titled Frankie says Relax. And then drawn underneath was a well
drawn man with his cock out, obviously meant to be wanking, and his voice
bubble says "Relax don't do it." Next to it there a big cock drawn with
the lyrics "You gotta hit me. Hit me. Hit me with your Lazer beam. Relax.
Ok. CUM! Dumb, dumb, dumb. And the cock was obviously shooting cum. At
the end the words. We're shooting in the right direction, I'm cumming,
I'm cumming a big circle titled dry cum stain, cum here. Huh! Ow, ow, ow,
ow!
See it's all about sex or jacking off at very least."

"You mean. You reckon adults do this too then?" Mark gave my cock a bit
of a rub.

"Sure. I mean they have to right? That's how babies are made. But yeah, I
think they do it for fun as well you know. Cause it feels so, well
awesome. I think that's the reason why adults say we shouldn't do it.
It's like drinking alcohol. They don't want us to try it before we're
eighteen, because it feels, well so good.

"Go on, suck me again" Mark lay on his back on his bed, his legs slightly
apart, showing off all the wondrous parts of his ten year old body. His
dick was flaccid at first, I opened my mouth and enveloped his package
whole, feeling it stiffen in my mouth in a heartbeat. I love how boys are
able to do this. Be like 2.5cm of floppyness one second to a full 8cm and
rigid the next.

I stuffed my finger next too his butt. His hole felt really tight this
time, not relaxed.

"Make your finger more wet. It felt nice that way last time" I followed
Mark's instructions and wet my finger in my mouth again. He was still
more difficult than last time to get my finger up him. I pulled off his
dick again.
" Will you suck me too?" I asked. I really wanted to feel what a blow job
felt like.

" I don't know." Mark looked really apprehensive. "You're not gonna goo
in my mouth are ya? I don't fancy that" Mark wrinkled up his nose

"I promise I won't. Here let me lie down and then you're on top, and you
can pull off anytime you like. I'll suck your dick at the same time."
Obviously indicating that we got into the classic sixty nine position,
not that I knew it had a name at that time.
"How will I know you're about to goo?"

"I don't know. I'll say, I'm about to goo."

"No say something random so I know it's for real. Like. I know say fairy
liquid."

"Fairy Liquid? OK. Whatever, just suck me." I was getting really
impatient. I wet my finger again, opened my mouth, and took Mark's arrow
deep into my mouth. I guided my wet finger down Mark's back finding his
bum cheeks and crevice. My fingers knew where they were going, and found
his hole easily.

I penetrated him with my finger. Slowly, at last I could feel Mark's
breath on my unsheathed glands. I encouraged him sucking him deeper. It
seemed like forever before I felt a tentative tongue start exploring my
dick head.

"Go on. Do it."

It was like Mark was summoning up the courage. Then suddenly he took the
plunge. I felt a full warmth on my dick. Marks mouth. His lips making
sure my skin was fully back. He was only really half on but sucking hard.

"Ahh yeah."

His dick pulsing in my mouth. My finger just slid right into him as he
relaxed more. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

All day I knew I was coming to Mark's house and was hoping to do
something sexual, so had abstained from wanking.
A personal record for me, since I started wet cumming I hadn't managed so
long.

I felt Mark's breath coming down his nose at the bass of my dick. His
dick pushed firmly against my upper lip. He did that thing with his
tongue, curling it around my dick. So not only did I feel suction but
added pressure from his tongue.

"Urgg."

I didn't get much notice that I was about to cum. You know what I mean?
Like sometimes you feel it building? Not this time I didn't.
"Bout to cu. I mean Fairy Liquid!" I gasped. Mark only just got his head
off in time.

There still wasn't loads of cum, just a small spurt of fluid. But it did
jump about 3 inches from my japs eye. He gently played with my balls as I
was cumming.
"Cool." Mark said. "Wish I could do that." He watched in awe as my dick
gave one last little post climax drop of boycum.
" You will soon you know. It won't be long. It's an ace feeling."

I noticed Mark's dick was still pointing like an arrow and was a darker
pinkish shade in colour.
"Here let me do you now." I took Mark's dick in my mouth and expertly
brought him to his shuddering boy-gasm quickly.


******

It was about 6 weeks later that Mark let me, as he put it. To shoot my
goo into his mouth

We fell into a comfy routine. Every Friday his parents would go out. And
I would spend the evening err, shall we say keeping Mark company? Mark
was sat on his bed, I stood in front of him.

As soon as his parents left we shucked our clothes. Pretty reckless
really. I wonder now, how we would have reacted if Mark's parents had
forgotten something and returned to the house within 5 minutes? It never
happened, but they would have found us both stark naked with bonners if
they ever had done.


"Shall I suck yeh?" Mark took hold of my dick, but was looking up at my
face.

"Yeah, go on."

"You gonna make goo?"

"Probably. I replied. I've not wanked off for four days now."

I knew Mark was fascinated by my ability to shoot. But because I had only
just really started, I could still have dry ones. I'd learnt that if I
left it a few days, the first one after was always wet. But it was hard
work not participating in what had become my favourite pastime.

"You can goo in my mouth if you like?"

"What? You sure?" He had always been so adamant that he didn't want too,
that this had come as a total shock.

"Yeah, just, just give me some warning it's about to happen OK? Don't
just do it, like. Use our word. Then if I chicken out at the last minute,
I can get out the way.
Should I spit it out, or swallow it d'ya reckon?

"It's up to you." I replied. In truth I wanted Mark to swallow, but knew
it had to be his decision.

" It's not like you haven't tasted it before, but it's still up to you."
I was talking about the time two weeks previous where he had wanked me
off and we had both scooped it up in our fingers and tentatively tasted
my offering.

"That's true, but I still don't know if I really fancy it. So use our
word OK?"

"You mean Fairy Liquid?" Mark nodded "OK." Since that first time we were
both saying fairy liquid when we were orgasming.

So it was the same feeling as the first time that he had sucked me, but
this time I had his permission to possibly cum in his mouth. That made a
huge difference I can tell you. I kept hearing Marks voice in my head.

" You can goo in my mouth if you like?"
And the pressure on my dick head from that unbelievably skilled tongue of
his. I wanted it to stop, or at least to slow down. But no use

"Fairy liquid. I barely whispered it "Ahh!" Then orgasm pow, pow, pow! A
short gap, then powpow! I watched Mark's cheeks fill like a little
hamster. I thought he was going to spit, but he didn't. I felt more
pressure on my dick head as he swallowed, once, then twice. My dick
deflated and left Mark's mouth. Mark's face, smiling at me, he opened his
mouth, showing me it was empty.

"I did it!" Mark said. Pleased with his accomplishments.
He was still stiff. My turn to give him his fairy liquid moment now.

# Epilogue

Mark's house was packed up. The removal firm had taken all the big
furniture away.

All Mark had left in his room was an inflatable airbed to sleep on, with
a couple of sleeping bags and an old bed sheet covering his window.

It was our last night together. Mark would move house on Monday morning.
Eileen had cooked us a rustic casserole for tea, which we had eaten as
his parents were leaving the house, as they were off to say goodbye to
their friends. It tasted fantastic.

Once we finished tea we went upstairs, back into Mark's bedroom. We'd
gone past the point of discussing if to get naked or not. I think both of
us just felt horny, and would strip at the first available point.

We stood in front of each other, naked. Our bonners jutting out in front
of us.
"Your hair's have grown longer and darker almost in this last month."
Mark pointed out the five whispery strands that were growing at the top
of my dick, that we had been tracking there progress over the last six
week. I seemed to wake up one morning and they were there. I rubbed my
hand across Mark's bald pubis. "I think I preferred being smooth though."

"I've been thinking about that. We can get rid of them if you like?

"What you mean like shave them off?" I did want to get rid of them, I
thought they looked stupid.

"No silly they'd just grow back if you shave them. We'd have to do it
like my mum dose with her eyebrows, you have to pluck them out, there's
only five of them after all. I could pluck them out for you. Hang on." He
went and grabbed his mum's tweezers out of her room and a piece of bog
roll from the toilet.

"Just lie on your back. Put your hands behind your head. I did as he said
feeling the air mattress move as I got into position "Is it going to hurt
much?"

"Naw. Me mum reckons the best way is to do it fast. It doesn't hurt too
much that way. That's what me mum says. She ses, it's like removing a
sticking plaster.
You ready?"

He'd knelt on the floor next to me and already got the first small hair
in the grip of the tweezers, pincers. He pulled the hair taught and
placed his hand on my skin next to the base of the hair. I'd actually
formed goosebumps at his touch. And then he smoothly plucked it out. I
felt like a jolt of electricity. It hurt briefly, but it was also
strangely erotic.
"One." Mark said, placing the single strand on the bog roll he'd placed
on the bed beside me. He repeated the action for the other four. I never
lost my bonner throughout. It's kind of a strange sensation, especially
at the point where the hair is just about to come out. I found it
strangely erotic. I've tried it since, now it's just painful and if I
want to be smooth I have to shave or use hair removal cream. But then,
with each hair removal my stiffie seemed to tense more.

"There smooth now. Go on have a feel." I ran my hand over my, once again,
smooth crotch. Back to being a boy I thought.

"You like it?" Mark asked. I nodded my reply.

"I've been thinking about this all week?" Mark took hold of my dick
indicating exactly what this all week he was talking about.
" You know how you always stick your finger up my bum?" I nodded. Mark
took hold of my finger, placing it next to my dick, comparing the size
and width of them both.

"Well I like that. It feels nice, and I was wondering, well, do you
reckon, that this might fit up instead?"

"What? You mean fucking?" I'd sat bolt upright. It was another word I'd
recently learned from the toilet block door. Curiously I'd been back into
that particular block several times now. The place seemed to hold an
interest of the forbidden for me. Like a place I needed to visit more,
like a path that I felt I had to explore. So if I was up that way, I'd go
in, but only if the block was empty, if someone was in there I'd wash my
hands and leave. But if it was empty, I'd read the graffiti. There were
some good stories on the walls as well and words like fuck and fucking
were a regular theme.

I checked the meaning in the dictionary my school had given me, as a
welcome present when I started there.

While the verb fucking wasn't there. The word Fuck as a singular was.
Fuck. (Vulgar.) 1)To have sex with somebody.
The toilet block graffiti seemed to indicate that fucking was more a male
on male practice though.


"Isn't it a bit adult?" I asked. Of course it was what I wanted to do.
What I'd really wanted to do since that first time when I'd found the
idea of me putting my finger in Mark's hole so sexual.

"Nah, not really. Yeh drink wine at Christmas don't you? We had that beer
at yours last time I was there remember?"

It was true. My dad had given us a can of Skol larger with lemonade last
time Mark had come over. To us then we'd felt proper grown up, even
though in reality it was only really weak shandy. We'd both acted drunk
all night.

" It's no more adult than that you know?" Mark said. "We've got to make
it real slippy first though. Not just wet. It's got to be slippy."

"What you mean like, with baby oil or Vaseline something like that? My
dick pulsed at that as I said it "You got any?"

"It's all packed and gone to our new home." Mark said disappointedly.
"Hang on. I have an idea." He legged it out of his room and I heard him
going downstairs. I hoped Mrs Cuthbert from 62 wasn't walking her toy
poodle or she would have seen a naked boy as Mark streaked past his front
room window. A couple of seconds later and he was running back upstairs
carrying a bottle of.

"Fairy liquid?" I said. "Won't it hurt?" I had a vivid memory of being
dared to put toothpaste on my dick when I was about nine, by my friends.
Yeah I know right?
That had stung like holy hell. I'd had to run to the shower to wash it
off, all my friends had stood around laughing there heads off.

Mark sang the jingle
"For hands that do dishes should be soft as your face with mild green
fairy liquid."
"It's mild ya see. It'll work you know. Just put a small drip on your
dick first, just to make sure."

I tried a small dab at the base of my dick, rubbing it in.
"Is it ok?" Mark asked impatiently. "Go on, roll your skin back and try a
bit on your end." I did as Mark instructed.

" It tingles a bit" I said. "But not really in a bad way, kinda feels
nice really." I applied a good dollop and rubbed it in all over. In
comparison to the toothpaste it felt fine. "It's just like normal shower
gel. No different than washing it."

"Here I better check too. Let me try some" He squirted a bit on his
fingers and applied to his bum crack.

"Seems OK." Mark added more to his finger and pushed it inside himself,
lubricating his hole well.

"You better not fart now." I said "You'd be blowing fairy bubbles
everywhere.
You sure you want to do this?"

Mark was already lying on his back on the edge of his air bed, he pulled
his legs into himself. His dick was nail stiff.

"Yeah go on."

I knelt down on the floor and lined my dick up with his hole. I'd wanted
to do this for so long, and now here I was.

I surged forward, my knees slipping on the carpet my dick slid straight
up inside Mark impaling him right up to my balls.

"Argh oww!" Mark jumped about half a foot up the bed
"Not so fast!
Jesus!" He rubbed his butt

"Sorry, I slipped."

You've never done it like that with your finger before."

I was worried that I'd hurt my friend.
"Sorry." I said again. "There's nothing to grip." I rubbed my knees.
"Maybe this isn't such a great idea. Do you want me to just suck you
again?"

"No it's OK. It feels okay again now. I want you to do it but not like
that. I know follow me. Bring the fairy liquid with you." I grabbed the
bottle and followed him into the smallest room at the back of his house.
You could hardly call it a bedroom, one small window backed out onto his
yard, but that was it. Mark's family had used it for a storage room when
they moved in. Mark turned on the dimmer light a fraction giving the room
a soft, warm, glow. There was a small one seater bed settee in the
corner. "We're leaving this for the new people who are moving in." Mark
said "I can lie on there and you can." He lay on the settee and lifted
his legs again. "You know, get the angle right. Put some more fairy on us
both. Just go slow. Your dick is only a little bigger than your finger,
but it is bigger"

I coated my dick in the green slippy liquid, and re-coated my finger,
gently applying it into Mark.
"That must be how the incredible hulks dick looks like." Mark remarked,
seeing my green dick.
"Now slowly this time." He'd scooted back down on the settee, his head
wedged against the seat back and held his knees up.

I watched his dick which had softened on our original try, stiffen again
just by my cock head, sliding along his crack. Once again I felt my dick
head line up with Mark's hole. This time I gently pushed forward, I found
his hole just opening a little bit. Millimetre by millimetre. I felt him
letting me in.

Mark, braced himself in the seat in position. He was biting his bottom
lip, looking as sexy as hell.

My head was in, I felt the warmth, the fairy doing it's job. I was back
in inching forward, until I was fully in, balls deep, but this time Mark
wasn't jumping to get off.

He let out a small sigh. "OK ease back out again now, not all the way."
He was telling me what, and how he needed it. Nice, steady, gentle, full
length strokes.

"How's it feel? To me it was amazing.

"It's good. Speed up a bit if you like." So I did, a bit faster, each
stroke I could feel Marks arse grip my boyhood. He was so hard as well.
It was like each time I pushed forward it was like watching a balloon
being pumped up. I wasn't going to last long if I kept this up.

It's funny how sometimes for no apparent reason when you're doing
something, something else randomly pops into your head, or you understand
the meaning of something that you hadn't before. That's how it was this
time. The song by Bad Company Feel Like making love. Just popped into my
head.

I sang the chorus out loud.

"Feel like makin' love. Domb du domb domb du domb
Feel like makin' love du domb, domb du domb
Feel like makin' love. Du domb du domb
Cause i'm makin' love with you!"
Mark sang the last line with me.


When I was 12 I was really flexible. Like yes. I could, if I lay on my
back and threw my legs over my head I was able to suck my own dick. So it
was no problem to take Mark's dick in my mouth simultaneously with my own
dick embedded in him.

Tiny little ten year old boy squeals as I pushed slowly forward and
increased the suction on Mark's dick. And that was it, not sure who had
the orgasm first, think we both had it together. It was like Mark's hole,
squoze my pubertal cock, his dick wildly throbbing as his dry climax hit
as I was shooting deep inside him.

I leaned forward and French kissed Mark, letting my dick soften, so I
could pull out.
That kiss. It was beautiful. It was sensuous and lingering.

******

Mark. He was my first boy and this was our last night.

******

It's strange how people come into your life and then leave afterwards. Of
course we swore we would stay in contact. Back then there was no
internet, no email, no social media. We didn't even have our own
landline. So if you wanted to stay in touch you became pen friends. That.
When you're twelve, starts off at once a fortnight, but it quickly drops
down, and after twelve months you're very rarely still in contact.

As I said Mark's parents moved house a lot, so in that time I lost all
contact with Mark.
Just my memory and that photograph of us under the sleeping bag is all
that remains of my friendship that I had when I was twelve with a boy
called Mark who was ten.

*****

# Real and fantasy.

Let's be clear about this there is no school of witches and wizardry
called Hogwarts. It is a totally fictional place. Sure there are private
schools that are based in stately homes or other grand buildings. There
may even be a school that's building is in a castle. But the authoress of
Harry Potter never attended school in one.

She did however probably visit a castle with her school, and likely her
family as well.
The rest is just a product of her imagination.

The rest can be said for this story Fairy Liquid. It's just a product of
my own warped imagination. Written for my own enjoyment, but hopefully
something others will enjoy too.

Just for the record I mentioned a public toilet block. That block did
exist. (Although the whole location of Martha's road was made up.)
It now has a supermarket built over where it used to stand. So what can I
say? If you wrote, drew the cartoon titled Frankie says Relax. Hey there.
Thanks for the education.

This story started it's existence as the opening 3000 words of a longer
story, I'm writing called. 'Did he touch you too?' I kept getting
writer's block on it, so was re reading what I had written and found that
this first part story was already there. I cut it from the main story and
gave it the working title of 'Will you suck me too?' To keep it as part
of the same story and a play of words on that title.

Fairy liquid was another story that came to me and pertained to the last
bit where the boys used fairy liquid as lubrication.
Once I got that title I then had a bit of fun saying fairy liquid instead
of I'm cumming.
I'm still not 100% certain that it works for me, but I preferred the
title Fairy Liquid, and I think boys would use there own words for those
sort of things.

******

The only thing that keeps writers writing, myself especially, is
feedback. If you like this story email me and tell me, or offer me
constructive criticism.

******
It is a strange thing writing stories of this nature. A story is meant to
be shared, but there's no way I could share this sort of story with
family or friends.
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I"be only written one more story, that's also here on nifty.
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Please note a change in email address. I some how managed to lock my
backdoor on the old one and then lost my keys and couldn't get back in.
So use the one above if you wish to comment on that story.

Thanks for reading.

Dan Rowknot. 06/11/2020.