The Art of Seduction

by Pink Panther

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CHAPTER ONE

April 2006

I'm in bed. I guess I must have just woken up. Opening my eyes, I check my watch: five to seven. A narrow shaft of light is streaming through the gap in the curtains where I didn't close them properly. With it being Sunday, Mum and Dad won't be up for at least an hour.

My thoughts immediately turn to sex. When I've got nothing else to do, it's all I seem to think about. Rolling onto my back, I throw off the duvet and push down my pyjama shorts. As I never wear a top when I'm in bed, I'm pretty much naked. I look down at my cock. When it's hard, like it is now, it's 13cm (5.2") long and about 10cm (4") around, with around half the head sticking out past my foreskin. Yeah, I measured it with my mum's tape-measure. Isn't that what most teenage boys do? I begin to stroke it.

During the summer holidays, the year before last, my cousin Alex taught me all about how boys can have fun together. He's two years older than me. I was eleven, almost twelve; he was nearly fourteen. He showed me everything! Before I started at the boys' grammar school a few weeks later, he'd not only taught me to how to suck both his cock and his nipples; he'd taken my cherry and fucked me around a dozen times.

Back then, I was 4'8" tall and weighed a little over five stone (70 pounds), with a skinny, uncut boy-cock, and marble-sized balls held tightly in their sac. Slim without being skinny, I was pretty typical for boys of my age. I don't think I'm bad looking, but with shaggy dark hair and very pale skin, I'm nothing special; just ordinary, I guess.

Twenty months on, I'm eight inches taller and more than two stone (28 pounds) heavier. My balls have filled out and dropped, my dick's grown beyond all recognition, and I've been able to cum for the past six months. Like, wow! That all happened in a hurry! No pubic hair yet, but I guess it won't be long before I get some.

Alex is one of those guys that other kids like to hang out with. He's good looking, good at sport and just lots of fun to be with. But he lives around eight miles away, and goes to school on the other side of Sutton, so apart from the school holidays, I don't get to see him that often.

I really enjoyed what he and I did together. It was so exciting! I loved it! When you've been one of those kids who's always pretty much followed the rules, doing something that you know you're really not supposed to is such a buzz!

But when I started at the boys' grammar school, (that's Year Seven for those of you who don't know), I didn't try to find other boys to do stuff with. I just hung out with my classmates, the same as I'd always done. It was like the two parts to my life were completely separate.

Since last September, when I started Year Eight, Alex and I have drifted apart. He hasn't even bothered to come over during the holidays. It seems he's met a couple of tweens at the school he goes to, boys about the same age I was when he first taught me about sex.

Oddly enough, that was when I found out what really turns me on. It wasn't teenagers like Alex, or even boys my own age. Not long after the start of term, I began to notice some of the new Year Seven boys. It suddenly hit me that some of them were really fucking cute! I had to turn away, or I'd get a raging hard-on just looking at them!

So, I'm into the same sort of boys that Alex is, and it's totally not fair! He's got the good looks, and the sort of charm that makes boys want to be around him. I don't have any of that.

A few days ago, I was coming out onto the playground for break. Some Year Seven boys were heading back into school after their games class, dressed in their rugby kit. Of course, they weren't all cute, but a few of them were, like totally stunning!

There was this one kid, around 4'6", messy blond curls, blue eyes, a cute little nose, a cheeky grin and a very athletic-looking body. Fuck! If he's not boy-perfection, I don't know what is! I got so horny, I almost came without even touching myself.

Just thinking about him now has got me well steamed up! I start wanking properly, imagining that I'm giving him the same experiences that Alex gave me. First, I pull down his underpants to reveal his stiff boy-cock. `How big is it?' I wonder. `Is he circumcised?' I hope not; I prefer them uncut. `Can he cum?' I wouldn't think so.

Next, I take him into my mouth, sucking him right down to the root. At the same time, I slip my hand between his legs, using my fingers to play with the sensitive area behind his balls. Of course, he loves that!

Pretty soon, I set to work on his bum, kneading his beautifully rounded globes before gently pulling them apart to work my finger into his cute little hole. Finally, I get him lying face-down and give him a good, hard fucking, just like Alex did with me.

That's all it takes. My cock jerks between my fingers, spunk splattering all over my chest. Some even hits me in the face! Fuck! That was wild! I look down again. The little pools of cum are larger and stickier than they were just a few weeks ago. They're no longer completely translucent either; they've got sort of white patches in them.

I guess that's what happens as you grow up. Reaching under the bed, I pull out my old towel. After wiping myself down, I put it back. Pulling up my shorts, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Standing in the shower, I think about how much of a problem this situation is. I do well at school, I've got plenty of friends and I don't get picked on. I'm not bad at games either. I'm not good enough to represent the school, but I do okay or better in just about everything. In a few things, like long jump and fielding at cricket, I'm one of the better ones.

At a school like ours, being known to be gay is not a disaster. But I don't want people finding out that I `like' younger kids. That could cause all sorts of problems. Approaching any of the younger lads is out of the question. There are a couple of fairly cute ones that live quite close to us, but I don't know them, and as I've no reason to get to know them, I give them a wide berth. Anything else would be too much of a risk.

It'd be safer if I could hook up with a boy who was actively looking for sex, but I've no clue how I could do that. At school, there are these toilets, upstairs near the science labs, that's `supposed' to be the place that boys meet for sex. Well, I've been there several times, and I've never seen anyone I'd even consider having sex with. Fuck that!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Saturday morning. School term has just finished and Easter is a week away. When I'm not studying or hanging out with my friends, my passion is music. I started playing the violin when I was eight, and I've made decent progress ever since.

Last Autumn, I passed my grade four exam with distinction. That earned me a chair in the junior section of the County Schools' Orchestra. This morning, we're rehearsing. So, we're sitting in the rehearsal room, chatting as we prepare to play, when the director comes in. He's got this smallish, slightly-built boy with him.

"Good morning, everyone!" he announces. "This is James, who'll be joining the first violins. I'm sure that you'll make him welcome!"

The kid takes his place a couple of chairs away from me. Even though he's not very tall, he's quite leggy, like his legs have already started to grow, leaving everything else to catch up. I'm buzzing! I'd say he was about ten, and probably in Year Five at school. In a room filled mainly with thirteen and fourteen-year-olds, he looks well out of place!

Of course, age and size don't matter. If you're good enough; you're old enough! James must have earned his place the same way everyone else did, so he obviously deserves to be here.

We settle down to work. After barely a couple of minutes, the director calls a halt, wanting to sort out some problems with the passage we've just played. While he's speaking, I glance across at our newest member. With a sweet face and silky blond hair, he's definitely cute!

Moments later, we're back at it, and I have to focus on the music. Finally, the director calls a 15-minute break. Quite deliberately, I take my time, wanting to see how this will play out. As I expected, despite us having been asked to make James welcome, nobody goes to talk to him.

The thing is, most of the violinists are girls, and none of them would be interested in a boy as small and young as James. Including myself, there are only four boys, and the other three, all teenagers, are making it pretty clear that they'd rather James wasn't here. Well fuck that! I take a deep breath. This is too good an opportunity to miss! I stroll across.

"Hi James!" I say, smiling. "I'm Chris. How are you enjoying it so far?"

"Oh, it's been good!" he enthuses, smiling. "I passed my grade four a couple of months ago. My teacher wanted me to experience playing in a proper orchestra, so he put me forward."

Wow! He's even cuter when he smiles! Now I'm buzzing even more!

"How did you do in your grade four?" I ask.

"I got a distinction," he says nonchalantly. "They wouldn't have let me in here without one."

Now I'm impressed too! For his age, he's articulate and super-confident.

"So how long have you been playing?"

"Just over two years."

That means he's made as much progress in two years as I have in more than four. That tells me two things: first, that he's an outstanding talent. But talent alone won't get you anywhere. As well as that, he must work super-hard.

"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm ten," James replies, smiling confidently. "I'll be eleven next month."

That actually puts him in Year Six. It's a bit older than I thought, but whatever.

"Where do you go to school?"

"At the moment, I'm at Ashdene Prep," James says. "But in September, I'll be starting at the Yehudi Menuhin School. I won a scholarship."

Wow! Ashdene Prep is this really posh boarding school, and like super-expensive. The Yehudi Menuhin is world-famous as one of the best music schools anywhere! Fuck!

"Are you on holiday at the moment?" I ask.

"Yeah, for the next three weeks.

"Lucky you! We only get two! Do you fancy meeting up so we can play through the parts together?"

"Cool!" he replies, grinning. "I'd like that! Where d'you live?"

"We're in Kingston, not far from the town centre."

"Oh, we live in Esher, so that should be okay!"

"Sure! It's less than five miles. Do you want me to come to yours?"

"You can if you want," he says dismissively. "But my annoying sisters will be there. We won't get any peace!"

There's something about the way he says that, and the knowing look he gives me that's definitely got my attention. I lick my lips. This just keeps getting better!

"Fortunately, I'm an only child," I say, grinning, "so I don't have that problem."

"Well, could I come to yours?" James asks, his eyes sparkling. "I could come on the 458 bus. It doesn't take long!"

"Sure! I can meet you at the bus station. We live not far from there. Mum and Dad will be at work, so we'll have the place to ourselves."

"Wow!" James purrs, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "That is so cool!"

We exchange phone numbers and make provisional arrangements. James is obviously very excited, and I don't think it's just about us playing music together. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but what an Easter holiday this could turn out to be!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's shortly after six when my phone starts bleeping. Taking it from my pocket, I check the number. It's James. I quickly accept the call.

"Hi James!" I greet, trying to control my excitement. "Everything okay?"

"Sure! I was just calling about Tuesday. Are we still on?"

"Yeah, of course!"

"Cool! Is your mum there? My mum wants to speak to her."

"Yeah, I'll get her. Just a minute!"

I stroll across to where Mum's reading.

"Mum, it's James, the boy I told you about. His mum would like to speak to you."

I hand her my phone. It's not on speaker, so all I can hear is what my mum's saying.

"Oh, it'll be no trouble at all!" she says, sounding very positive. "Chris is very sensible. He's used to being here on his own, and he hasn't wrecked the place yet!"

I swallow hard, trying to keep my face straight. If things go the way I hope they will, there's no way I'm going to be `sensible'!

"Oh, he'll be more than welcome," Mum continues. "It'll be good for Chris to have another violinist to work with. He's really looking forward to it!"

There's another brief pause.

"Oh, don't worry!" she adds, almost laughing. "I'll make sure that there's plenty of food here for them. I know what boys are like!"

Moments later, she ends the call and returns my phone.

"Thanks, Mum!" I acknowledge, smiling

I'd been worried that James's mum might not agree to him travelling to Kingston on his own, but it seems that isn't an issue. So, we're all set!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Tuesday morning. At half past nine, I set off to walk to the bus station. I'm beyond excited. This could be a whole new beginning! I reach the bus station at 9.43. The 458 is due to arrive at 9.55. Okay, I'm super-early, but I don't mind. It's way better than being late!

Pulling out my phone, I send James a text saying that I'm waiting at the bus station. No more than a minute later, I get a reply to say that he's on the bus, which is somewhere on the outskirts of Kingston. It actually arrives about a minute early. James emerges carrying his violin and what looks like a laptop bag.

"Have you brought your headphones?" I ask. "It doesn't matter if you haven't. We've got a spare set."

"Yes, they're in here," James says, indicating his second bag.

"Oh, I thought that was a laptop case."

"That is what it's supposed to be," he says, grinning. "I use it for headphones, music scores and other bits. What will we need headphones for?"

"You'll see," I tell him, smiling back. "It'll be easier to show you when we get back to the house. Let me carry one of your bags; it'll make it easier."

"Can you take this one?" he suggests, passing me the laptop bag. "I like to keep hold of my violin."

Ten minutes later, we're heading in through the front door. After hanging up our coats, I lead the way to the music room.

"Wow! This is cool!" he says, admiring the baby-grand piano and professional-standard electronics we've got in there.

"Just leave your things here for the moment," I suggest. "Would you like a cup of tea or anything?"

"Yes, please!"

"Cool! Let's do it!"

We stroll through to the kitchen where I put the kettle on. A few minutes later, we're carrying mugs of hot, steaming tea back to the music room. It's time for some explanations!

"Okay! We're going to be using this very clever machine," I say, smiling, and pointing to the mysterious-looking black box that's connected to a laptop. "It's called a signal processor. You remember the two pieces we were working on last Saturday? Well, we've got those on DVD, being played by a professional orchestra. So, what we're going to do is to play our parts alongside them, as though we were actually in the orchestra. To do that, we use these little microphones for the violins, one on yours and one on mine. We then feed both microphones and the DVD player into the signal processor. Now we come to the clever part! I've programmed the laptop to tell the signal processor which parts we want to hear through each of the output ports. So, when we plug in our headphones, you'll hear yourself and the orchestra; I'll hear myself and the orchestra."

"So I won't be able to hear you?"

"No, that's the whole point! Our job is to try to keep perfectly in synch with the orchestra, so if I make a mistake, I won't distract you, and vice-versa."

"Now that is clever!" James responds, grinning from ear to ear.

"The advantage of playing alongside the orchestra is that you get a much better feel for how the music ought to sound, where to put the accents, and stuff like that. And we'll have the video playing on the monitor, so once you can take your eyes off the score, you'll be able to watch the conductor."

"Wow! That's amazing!" James enthuses, his eyes sparkling. "This kit must have cost a fortune!"

"I'm not sure, to be honest," I say casually, not wanting to show off. "It's Dad that's into all this music-tech. I wouldn't have a clue."

"Is he a musician then?"

"He's a very good amateur. In his day-job he's an accountant. He works for the County Council. Okay! D'you want to give it a try?"

"Yeah, of course!"

After spending a few minutes connecting everything up, we begin to play. Understandably, James is a bit hesitant at first, but after a couple of attempts, he's like totally into it! Although I can't actually hear him, I can see from his body language that he's right where he should be.

By quarter to twelve we've played each piece four times.

"So, how was that?" I ask

"Oh, it was so cool!" James replies, beaming. "It took me a few minutes to get used to it, but after that, it was amazing! You were right! I got a much better understanding of how we're supposed to play it!"

"That's excellent! I'm pleased you've found it useful!"

"It wasn't just useful," he counters. "That was fun!" He pauses for a moment. "Can we set it up so we can hear each other?"

"Oh, that's easy!" I say, grinning. "We can put the DVD player through the loudspeakers, just not too loud, and play our violins acoustically. D'you want to give it a go?"

"Sure!"

A couple of minutes later, we're all set. With our eyes glued to the monitor, we watch carefully as the conductor brings in the orchestra to start the first piece. It goes like a dream! I can hardly believe how together we are! There are no hesitations, no fumbles, nothing. We're right with the orchestra the whole way. I'm beyond elated. We played that so well! What a buzz!

The second tune goes even better! Somehow, it's like James's confidence and musicality are rubbing off on me. As the piece draws to a close, it's almost like I'm on a different planet. It's been the best rehearsal session I've ever taken part in.

"Wow! It's time for a break!" I gasp, suddenly realising how tired I am. "D'you want another cup of tea?"

"Please!" James answers, grinning.

Leaving our instruments behind, we wander back to the kitchen. After ninety minutes of intense concentration, I'm drained! I gave it everything in there! After making us both another mug of tea, I open the biscuit tin, taking out the chocolate digestives.

"Have a couple!" I urge. "Not too many though; we'll be having lunch in an hour or so."

After a few minutes, I begin to recover. `This has been an amazing day!' I reflect. `I wish every day could be as good as this!' I look across at James, who's looking like a dog with two tails. It's time to make a move!

"Would you like to see my room?" I ask, smiling.

"Cool!" James answers, grinning back.

I lead the way upstairs. Parking myself on the side of my bed, I gesture for James to sit next to me.

"Well," I say, as he flops down. "This is it: where I sleep, do my homework, whatever. Not much to see really."

"It's nice!" he says, grinning back.

There's an awkward pause. Here I am, hoping to move things forward, and I suddenly realise that I've got no idea what to do, or what to say. What an idiot! Unexpectedly, James breaks the silence.

"Chris," he asks, looking me right in the eye. "Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you!" I tell him, smiling. "I wouldn't have invited you here if I didn't."

"I mean, do you really like me?" he persists.

Once again, I hesitate, still not really knowing what to say. Glancing across, I spot the hard bulge at the front of his sweatpants. Fuck! If I don't go for it now, I never will!

"Yes, I really do like you," I say gently, placing my left hand on James's right thigh. "I see you're already hard."

"I always get hard when I'm with someone as sexy as you!"

"So, d'you want to take this a bit further?" I ask, running my hand over that inviting little bulge.

"Of course I do!" James declares, grinning mischievously. "I thought you'd never ask!"

"Okay then!" I say firmly, trying desperately to keep my nerves in check.

Getting to my feet, I quickly close the curtains and sit back down.

"I think we're a bit overdressed," I whisper, pulling off my trainers.

Without another word, our footwear is quickly discarded.

"Stand up for me!" I urge.

As James stands in front of me, I help him to remove his hoodie and ease his tee-shirt out of his pants. Finally, I take it right off, leaving him naked from the waist up. I can hardly believe what I'm seeing! He is so scrawny!

"May I undress you now?" he asks.

"Of course!"

Despite him being so slight, there's nothing wrong with his fingers. Within half a minute, my upper-body is completely exposed.

"You're gorgeous!" James purrs, smiling appreciatively.

I mean, it's a buzz to hear him say that, but really? Sitting back down on the side of the bed, I undo the drawstring at the top James's sweatpants, and carefully pull them down. As they fall around his ankles, he skilfully kicks them off, leaving him dressed only in his skimpy white underpants.

Wow! His legs are amazing! I gently run my hand up between his thighs. They're slim too, and smooth as silk, though they do feel quite firm. Continuing upwards, I slide my hand across to fondle his hidden erection. Even through his cotton briefs, I can feel that it's wonderfully hard.

"I think it's time these came off," I suggest, grinning.

Hearing no objection, I quickly skin them down his legs. Involuntarily, I suck in some serious air! Fuck! James's boy-cock is everything I'd hoped it would be, a little over 3" long, and about the width of my thumb, a tiny nozzle of foreskin just covering the tip. That's well cute! Below, his small but nicely-formed balls are held tightly against his body.

Instinctively, I lean forward, my mouth engulfing James's rigid penis. Holy shit! Sucking one as small and hard as this is a total mind-fuck! It's, like, one of the best feelings ever!

As I suck him, I slip my hand between his thighs and start stroking the sensitive area behind his balls, gradually working my way back until I'm tickling his bum-hole. Hmmm! He obviously likes that! After around half a minute, I reluctantly allow his dick to slide slowly from between my lips. Fuck! What an experience that was!

"May I see yours now?" he asks.

"Of course!"

I get to my feet. Never one to disappoint, James makes short work of pulling off my jeans and his boxer-briefs.

"Beautiful cock!" he purrs. "Come and sit down," he adds, patting the bed beside him.

As I sit back down, James kneels between my feet, leaning forwards to suck my throbbing prick. Gradually, he works his way down, until he's taking it right into his throat.

Instinctively, I stroke his hair, hardly able to believe what's happening. It clearly isn't the first time he's done it; the sensations are absolute heaven! Even Alex never sucked me as well as this!

Eventually he lets me go. Getting to his feet, James parks himself across my lap, gently wrapping his right arm around my neck to hold himself in place. I can't believe how light he is!

"I'm so glad I met you," he says quietly. "I knew as soon as you started talking to me that you . . . you know, liked boys."

"Yeah? Well, I'm pleased I met you too!"

Before I realise what's happening, James moves his lips towards mine. The reality suddenly dawns. He wants to kiss me! Wow! This is new territory and then some! Alex never kissed me; the idea never even came up. But if that's what this amazing boy wants, I'm not going to say no! Initially, our lips meet somewhat awkwardly, like they sort of collide.

"Relax and open your mouth," James whispers.

Okay, so now I'm being tutored by a ten-year old! Well, guess what? I don't give a shit! I just try to do what he said. As we give it another go, I'm aware of James's tongue gently pushing into my mouth. Instinctively, I return the favour. Within seconds, I'm, like, totally into it, and from what I can tell, James is too! As for horny, the way my dick's throbbing, you could use it for a fricking metronome! Finally, James eases himself away.

"Mmmm!" he breathes. "You taste as good as you look! Let's lie down, yeah?"

We snuggle up on the bed, our faces almost touching.

"If you don't mind me asking," I whisper. "How much do you weigh?"

"Four stone five (61 pounds) the last time I checked."

"And how tall?"

"Four feet six."

"Amazing! You are so light! Do you actually eat?"

"Of course I eat" he retorts, grinning. "If you're giving me lunch, you'll find out! Meanwhile, I need some more of this!"

Sliding down the bed, he snakes around, resting his head on my stomach. Opening his mouth wide, he goes down on me, eagerly sucking my rampant prick before coming back up to expertly run his tongue over the small, shiny head. Once again, he's blown me away. He's not just giving me a blow-job, he's doing it beautifully!

"Oh, yes!" I moan, hardly knowing where I am. "Ohhh, that's wonderful!"

After a few seconds more, he lets me go and snuggles up again.

"Tasty!" he says, grinning mischievously. "I'm glad you liked it!"

"Oh, I definitely liked it," I assure him. "I'd have cum in your mouth if you'd kept that going!"

"I've got an older friend at school," he confides. "He likes to put his thing into my bum."

I try to stifle a laugh, but fail miserably. I mean, he just called his friend's cock his `thing'. Really? It seems so out of place!

"What's funny?" he demands.

"You called it his `thing'! That's sort of little boys' talk."

"Well, that's what he calls it!"

"So how old is he?"

"Warren's thirteen, the same as you. He'll be leaving in the summer to go to public school."

"And how big is his `thing'?"

He holds my penis between thumb and index finger, studying it carefully.

"It's about as thick as yours," he pronounces, "but yours is longer!"

"And do you like having it up your bum?"

"Yeah! Especially when he shoots his spunk into me!"

"Would you like me to do that?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, then!"

Fuck! It's like all my Christmases have come at once! I was pretty sure that he'd be up for something. I hadn't expected us to go all the way on our first meeting. I guess I've never really thought about what happens in these posh boarding schools, but with more than a hundred boys aged between eight and thirteen, all cooped up together, well, they're bound to get horny!

Retrieving the tube of K-Y from its hiding place, I realise that I really haven't prepared for this. A while back, Alex fucked me loads of times, so I know what it's about. But I've never studied the actual mechanics of it, you know, like how you get it in.

The only thing I can think of is the way that Alex took my cherry. For want of any better ideas, I'll go with that: start with him on all fours, prepare him as well as I can, then get him to lie face-down with the pillow under him.

"Right!" I say quietly. "Get on all fours for me!

After giving me a cheeky grin, James moves into position. Kneeling behind, I start to massage his bum-cheeks. They're really smooth and unbelievably soft, but better still, there's just a little flesh there; not much, but definitely enough for me to play with. They feel amazing!

Finally, I bring my head down to the level of James's bottom, gently parting the lad's cheeks to expose his little pink bum-hole. It's the most inviting thing I've ever seen. The kid is just so fuckable!

I swallow hard, about to venture into even more unknown territory. As Alex never licked me out, I wasn't able to ask him about it. At this point, however, I totally want to try it. Taking a deep breath, I lean in. Pushing out my tongue, I swipe it over James's starfish, bottom to top. It's absolutely fine! No problems so far!

After a couple more swipes, I move in a little closer and start to work my tongue right onto his bum-hole. He moans contentedly. Encouraged, I start to really push. His rosebud twitches slightly, allowing the tip of my tongue to slip inside.

There's a bit of muskiness, but it's nothing I can't handle. To be honest, I find it really sexy! James is actually purring now, so he obviously likes it. That makes it even better! Of course, I'm not used to doing this, so it's not long before my tongue starts to ache and I have to pull away.

After squeezing some K-Y out of the tube, I place the tip of my index finger right onto James's bum-hole, and push steadily. It slides in smoothly, no problem at all. I encounter his prostate.

"Oh, yeah!" he gasps, reacting in exactly the way that I used to.

After finger-fucking his sex gland a few times, I push my middle digit in too. There's more resistance now. It doesn't seem to be a problem, but it does feel fairly tight. Taking care not to be rough, I go back to finger-fucking him.

"Oooooh!" James moans, noticeably louder, and with the hint of a whimper. "Ohh! Ohhh!!"

My heart's pounding. I am so close! With my fingers inserted as deep as they'll go, I slowly draw them back, carefully corkscrewing them around to loosen his anal ring. As soon as they're almost out, I reverse the process, gently pushing them back in. James is breathing quite hard, but he's not wincing or protesting at all. This is it! As I complete the third pull-back, I let my fingers slip right out.

"Are you ready for my cock?" I ask, pulling my pillow into the middle of the bed.

"Yeah!" he confirms.

"Okay! Lie down then!"

Obediently, he stretches himself out, the pillow under his hips, his legs spread apart. Opening them a little wider, I kneel in between, carefully smearing K-Y over my dick. With the task completed, I lower myself onto him. I can hardly believe it's happening! I've been dreaming about this for months; now I'm finally going to do it.

Taking the time to make sure I'm in exactly the right position, I hold my cock around the base. Using my thumb to push the head away from my body, I guide it onto its target. I press down insistently. For a moment, I don't go anywhere. Then suddenly the ring of muscle relents. My cockhead thrusts through James's opening, continuing inwards for another couple of inches.

"Oh yeah!" James gasps excitedly. "You're not all the way in, are you?"

"Not yet."

"Go on Chris!" he urges. "Stick it right up me!"

Having steadied myself, I start pushing down again. I understand now why Alex likes fucking so much; the sensations are indescribable! I knew it'd be good, but this is at a whole other level! I take my time, savouring every last millimetre of his tight little tunnel. Finally, I'm there, my stomach resting on James's bottom.

"Ohhhh!" he moans. "You've got it right in! Come on! You know what to do!"

I know exactly what to do. Even if Alex had never fucked me and I'd never seen any gay porn, I'd know! I steadily pull back a couple of inches. After a moment's pause, I thrust it right in again. It's the most amazing feeling ever! A second later, I do it a second time: slowly back, hard in.

After a few seconds, I'm moving continuously, my cock pistoning in and out of James's arse. Gradually, I start pulling back further, and pushing in harder. After maybe half a minute, I hit the perfect rhythm. Wow! There's no feeling like it! He's so wonderfully tight, fucking him is simply the most exciting, mind-bending thing I've ever done. Beneath me, James is emitting a combination of moans, purrs and whimpers, spurring me on even more.

"You love having my cock up your bum, don't you?" I rasp, my breathing becoming harsh and uneven.

"Oh yeah!" he groans. "This is so good! Go on, Chris! I want your spunk!"

Redoubling my efforts, I fuck him even harder. I'm so far into it, I hardly know which planet I'm on. Suddenly, he shudders all over, his fingers clawing at the bed, his rosebud going into spasm around my cock. Fuck! That's unbelievable! He's having a dry-cum! How special is that?!

I'm not quite there, but I'm not far off. After a few more thrusts, five, maybe six, my orgasm hits me like an express train. With my cock jerking wildly, my teen spunk spurts over and over into James's bum, feeling like it's never going to stop. Inevitably, it finally does.

Holy shit! I knew it'd be good, but that was like everything I expected, times ten! And I've shot loads! I've never cum anywhere like as much as that!

After taking a few seconds to get my breath back. I carefully pull out. My balls are aching and my cock's so sensitive I can't bear to touch it. I don't care. It's been the most fantastic experience of my life! We snuggle up again.

"I think you enjoyed that!" James whispers, grinning mischievously. "So, have you never fucked a boy before?"

"No, that was my first time."

"And what did you think?"

"I think it was the most amazing thing ever!"

"It was amazing for me too!" James responds, grinning. "You fucked me harder than Warren does, you lasted longer, and you shot loads more spunk! Speaking of which . . ."

To my surprise, he quickly gets off the bed.

"Just a mo!" he says, grinning. "I'll be right back!"

James hurries out of the room. My first thought is that he's gone to the bathroom to dispose of the cum that I've just deposited inside him, but seconds later he's back, carrying three sheets of toilet paper, folded along the perforations. Quickly slipping on his underpants, he places the toilet paper inside as he pulls them up.

"That'll save making a mess!" he says brightly, rejoining me on the bed.

"Don't you just . . . you know?"

"No, I like to keep it inside me." he replies, giving me an evil grin. He pauses for a moment. "So, are you going to invite me back?"

"Definitely! I think we'd better leave it for tomorrow, but Thursday would be great!"

"Thursday it is!" James declares, licking my nose. "Will you meet me at the bus station again?"

"Of course! I'll be there! Same time, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

Without another word, our lips lock together in a passionate kiss.