Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2019 21:23:31 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: George's Teenage Adventures Chapter 2 This is a fiction, the product of a lurid imagination with no basis on real events or people. It should not to be read by those who might be offended or by those for whom such material is forbidden. I welcome comments via puermalo1 @ protonmail.com GEORGE'S TEENAGE ADVENTURES CHAPTER 2. George's Fuck-friend It was Sunday morning. With nothing better to do, I'd gone down the village shop and bought a can of Coke and the latest copy of the soccer mag I usually purchase. On my way home I spotted David on his bicycle. "Hey, David!" I called out. He saw me and cycled over to meet me. "What's up?" he asked. "Nothing much, as usual. What are you up to?" "I thought I'd take a spin around the village and get to know what's where." "That'll take you all of five minutes!" I joked. "Yes, it's a small place isn't it." "Tell you what, let me get my bike and I'll show you some of the sights." In no time, I retrieved my bicycle and we set off through the village, passing the pub and then the church. After a few more houses we reached the far end of the village. "That's it," I declared. "What now?" David asked, "Is there anything else to see?" "We could go down to the river, I suppose." The river flowed through a wooded valley at the bottom end of the village. There was an ancient stone bridge that crossed the stream. I'd spent many hours there when I was younger, playing hide-and-seek and pretend war games with my mates, but I hadn't been near the place for a long while. "Follow me," I said, and we set off down the hill. Reaching the bridge, we dismounted and leaned our bicycles against a large oak tree. David followed as we scrambled down the bank. There hadn't been much rain recently and the river was little more than a stream. This meant that we could walk under the bridge without getting our feet wet. We made our way into the cool shade of the ancient stonework. "This looks really old," said David., touching the damp stone. "It is," I replied, "It's medieval. This used to be the main route that eventually went to London." "Thanks for the history lesson!" David teased. "There's some old graffiti here, look," I said. I pointed out where someone had carved the initials CS and BF, along with the date 1877. "I wonder who they were?" said David. "I bet they were lovers who used to meet here in secret." "Maybe it was the farmer and the dairymaid. Perhaps 1877 is when he first fucked her!" "Do you always have such a dirty mind?!" I laughed. "Not all the time...but mostly!" "What do you think CS and BF stand for?" "How should I know?" "Maybe CS stands for Cock Sucker!" We both laughed. "Or Cunt Shaver!" I suggested. "What about BF, then?" "Bollock Fondler?" "Bum Fancier?" "No, Bum Fucker, more like!" "Bum Fucker? What kind of name is that?" "Someone who likes to fuck bums, I guess." "Err, obviously!" I said. "Someone like you," David chuckled, "I bet you're a bum fucker!" I shoved him backwards playfully, "Who are you calling a bum fucker?" He grabbed my arms and we wrestled in good-natured fun. "Bum fucker, bum fucker," he repeated. Being two years older, I was bigger and stronger than he was and soon had him twisted around and trapped in a headlock. "Bum fucker, bum fucker," he croaked as I squeezed him into submission. "You wanna know something?" I demanded, "I reckon the reason you keep saying that is `cos you want me to be a bum fucker, isn't it?" He giggled as best he could with his neck being squeezed. "David wants his bum fucked, doesn't he?" I teased, each word punctuated by a rap on his head from my knuckles. I finally released him, and he stood up again, gasping for breath. For a moment, nothing was said then he looked me straight in the eye and said, "So, do you wanna fuck me, then?" To be honest, I'd never really considered bum-fucking as a realistic option but at that moment all I wanted to do was shove my teenage prick right up his young arse. "If you want me too, I will," I said. "I reckon it might be fun to try," said David, "But we can't really do it here, can we? It would be too risky." "My parents are out this evening. Do you wanna come around?" "Yeah, sounds good." "In the meantime, let's have a wank now!" "What if someone comes past and sees us?" "No-one comes down here," I said, "Anyway, I'm so horny right now that it won't take much to finish." And it didn't. ... That evening, once my parents had gone out, I texted David to let him know the coast was clear. He arrived a few minutes later and I let him in the back door. "What did you tell your parents?" I asked. "I just said I was coming around for a bit to play on your Xbox. They were fine as long as I'm home by nine." "You can play with my Xbox if I can play with your sex-box!" I laughed. We went upstairs to my bedroom. I stood there facing him, not sure how to proceed. David put his arms around my waist and slid his hands beneath my t-shirt. I pulled him close to me and put my hands on his bum, squeezing the firm little cheeks. Now his hands were undoing my belt and his fingers were fiddling at my zip. He soon had a hand down the front of my underpants where he found my teenage cock fully erect and pushing for freedom. I sighed as he gripped it. "Let's strip naked," he suggested. I would like to have told you how we then lovingly removed one another's close in some sort of erotic foreplay but that wouldn't be truthful. Instead, we frantically pulled off everything in seconds before I pushed him onto my bed. Now I was able to look at my young friend in all his exposed glory. Sitting beside him, I slid my hands along his thighs till my fingers rested on his stiff little cock, that was pointing up to the ceiling. I played with the hairless scrotum, jiggling the immature nuts between my fingers. Closing his eyes, he mumbled, "That's nice." I stooped closer to his erection and gently took it into my mouth. He sighed in content as I licked the length of him. Then I worked on the tip, easing the tight foreskin back and flicking my tongue around the knob. "Shit, you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that!" I released his cock from my mouth and slid my tongue slowly along the boyish shaft. It was wet with my spit as I moved lower towards his dainty nuts. I drew the whole scrotum into my mouth, caressing the little nuts with my tongue. David squirmed and opened his legs wider allowing me more access. Pushing his legs up, I exposed the target I sought, his pink rosebud bottom. What would he think if I tasted him there? There was only one way to find out! The tip of my tongue reached his most intimate place. Again he sighed and I felt the puckered hole contract slightly. My tongue probed the opening, savouring the sweaty boy smell there. David responded by holding his legs up further, gripping his knees. He was trembling. I worked on his orifice, squeezing the tip of my tongue inside. "Oh, fuck me!" he whispered. I replaced my jabbing tongue with a finger and, lubricated with my spit, worked it inside him. He had lost his erection but this was clearly a result of the anal intrusion and he was obviously enjoying the sensation. I fucked him with my finger for a while, gradually penetrating deeper and deeper. "Do you want to try the real thing yet?" I asked. "Yeah, but go slowly," he responded, "Have you got any stuff to help?" "You mean lubrication?" "Yep." I reached into my bedside drawer where I'd left a bottle of lotion in readiness. Opening the top, I dripped a little onto his hole and worked it inside with my finger. I smeared more upon my cock (God, I don't think I'd ever had such a hard and horny erection!) and presented it to his rear, kneeling between his thighs. "Pull your legs back more," I urged. He did so and now his bottom looked even more inviting. "Ready?" "Yeah...but go slow." "No worries," I said, "And I'll stop if it hurts, okay?" I have to say it wasn't the easiest thing to do, after all, we were both virgins at this sort of thing, but I finally felt the fat head of my cock pop inside him. He tensed and drew in his breath sharply. "Okay?" I asked. "Yeah, keep going." Now that I had entered him it was much easier to proceed. I rocked backwards and forwards, slowly and gently easing more of my teenage horniness up inside him. I looked at his face. His eyes were still closed and his face was in a grimace that appeared midway between discomfort and sheer delight. "Oh, that feels so good!" he muttered, "Keep going!" It was then that I realised I was now right inside him (`balls deep' is the expression, I believe!). I now began to fuck him. My thrusts began as slow, tender moves but as we proceeded they quickened and became more vigorous. Beneath me, David urged me on and was soon writhing back and forth to match my stabs. As my balls slapped against his buttocks, I could feel my cum rising and I began to gasp for breath. "Go on, shoot you spunk into me!" groaned David. I was possessing this youngster; the tightness and hotness of his little hole was mine to plunder, and when I spunked up it was the best cum I had ever experienced. It felt like I was shooting pint loads into this boy! Gasping, I slumped down upon his lithe body. He responded by gripping his legs around me. "That was great!" he said, "I could feel your sperm as it shot out." We lay there a while longer. My cock had shrunk to a more normal size and finally I felt it flop out of his bottom. I knelt up and reached for some tissues to clean us both up. A trickle of sperm was oozing from his rosebud. As I wiped him clean he began to play with his own cock, quickly returning it to full stiffness. I watched him wanking, his little balls jiggling in his sweet scrotum. As his orgasm approached, I moved in closely, resting my head on his youthful belly. "I want it in my mouth," I said. "Here it comes," he answered, his body suddenly straining upwards. I positioned myself even closer, opening my mouth right next to his jerking cock. His high-pitched sigh signalled his climax and I was rewarded with a delicate squirt of clear boycum. I tasted it, a strange salty sweetness, before swallowing it down. I then licked the remaining stickiness that coated his knob as he squeezed the last droplets from his cock. ............................................................ Dear reader, I wonder what will happen next? Is this the end of George's Adventures? Perhaps he will have more fun with David. And what of young Jonathan?