The Art of Seduction

by Pink Panther

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CHAPTER THREE

May 2006

We've been back at school for just over two weeks. I've dealt with my `problem' by throwing myself into everything I can think of: not just my schoolwork and my music; I've even started training with the Year Eight cricket squad, even though I know I won't make the team. Actually, the coach, Mr Ratcliffe, likes having me there because I'm one of the better fielders. It's also brought me closer to a few of my classmates, which is a definite bonus.

It's Tuesday. Classes have just finished, there's nothing to stay behind for, and I'm as horny as fuck. A couple of minutes after being dismissed, with all my friends on their way home, I decide to head up to the science block toilets. I've never got the slightest whiff of anything interesting when I've been there before, but what the hell; I've got nothing better to do.

When I get there, the place seems deserted, but having got this far, I may as well follow through. I stride across to the long, open urinal, positioning myself around two-thirds of the way along, unzip my fly, fish out my cock and begin gently stroking.

I've been here less than a minute when someone else comes in, and stands a few feet to my right. I glance across. It's a boy that I know to be in Year Seven, a little under 5' tall and slim without being skinny. He has long, unruly fair hair that covers his ears and almost reaches his collar. Nice! As I continue to peek, I realise that he's not peeing. In fact, he's doing exactly the same as I am. Fuck!

Taking a deep breath, I turn slightly towards him, switching from my right hand to my left so he can see what I've got. Mirroring what I just did, he gives me a knowing grin while allowing me a good view of his rock-hard prick. Wow! He's got one of those faces that has `rebel' stamped all over it!

He jerks his head towards the stalls, indicating the one furthest from the entrance. I nod. Having put my dick away, I lead the way in. With the door bolted behind us, the lad takes off his blazer, hanging it on the back of the door. I immediately follow suit. We stand facing each other.

"I'm Chris," I whisper, undoing the top of his grey school trousers.

"Kyle," he responds, returning the favour.

Letting our trousers fall around our ankles, we pull down each other's boxer briefs.

"Nice cock!" Kyle whispers, running his fingers along my shaft.

I sit on the toilet. Standing in front of me, he pulls up his shirt. As expected, his dick's bigger than James's, a good four inches and a little thicker, his pee-hole just visible beyond his foreskin.

Moistening my lips, I take it into my mouth, sucking it right down to the root. Oh, yes! This is what I've been waiting for! His balls, I notice, are a good bit larger than James's, and are beginning to drop. I'm guessing he can cum. If he can, I'll need to make it happen.

After a minute or so, I let him go. I'd planned on us swapping places, but before I can get up, Kyle kneels on the floor. I edge forwards on the toilet seat, opening my legs to give him better access.

A moment later, he goes down on me. Holy shit! He's as good at this as James! The sensations are unbelievable! Just as I'm starting to get close, he allows my glistening prong to slide out of his mouth.

"Are you into fucking?" he mouths, looking up at me.

Hardly able to believe my luck, I grin and nod.

Producing a tube of K-Y from his trouser pocket, Kyle smears some over my dick. I stand up and move to one side. He hands me the K-Y before positioning himself over the toilet. Standing behind, I work some into his anus.

Dropping the tube into my blazer pocket, I move in close. Lining my prick up on its target, I thrust it in. Gripping the tops of his thighs, I slowly pull him onto me until he's taken the whole thing.

Oh, wow! I love it! There is something about having my cock up a preteen boy's arse that no other experience will ever match. After pausing for a moment, I start to fuck him, in, out, in, out, driving over his sex-gland with long, powerful strokes. Wow! Nothing could ever feel better than this does!

"Play with my cock!" Kyle whispers.

Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around it and start to wank him. Barely half a minute later, he starts to shudder, just like James did. Suddenly, his penis comes to life in my hand, his little drops of boy-juice squirting over the toilet. At the same moment, his bum-hole goes into spasm around my dick. Instinctively, I resume my grip on his thighs. Thrusting right in, I pump rope after rope of hot teen cum into his tight little tunnel. Wow!

After a few seconds, I carefully withdraw. Kyle stands up, turns around, and squats over the toilet, allowing my spunk to run out into the bowl. We quickly get dressed.

"Thanks!" I acknowledge, returning the tube of K-Y.

He grins, slipping it into his trouser pocket. We quietly make our way out and head down the stairs.

"That was lucky!" Kyle says, grinning. "I was only there because Mark's playing cricket."

"Mark?" I query.

"My brother. He's in Year Nine. Most days, we go home and fuck."

It suddenly clicks who this kid is. Even the way he talks gives it away. Most of the boys at this school are from fairly well-off families. We're not rich, but our parents have decent jobs, we live in nice houses and have a few luxuries.

"You're Mark Bowman's brother?"

"Yeah!"

Mark lives in the council flats right by the town centre. He's quick and agile. He's actually not all that big: only around the same height as me. I guess he's a little broader across the shoulders, but not by much, like there isn't an ounce of fat on him. I thought he just lived with his mum; I hadn't realised he had a younger brother.

Mark's superb at football and cricket, and considering his size, his throwing arm's amazing. He also has the reputation for being as hard as nails. I know he can be very aggressive if someone upsets him. Well, it also seems that he likes fucking his little brother. Who knew?

"You're the first person I've met in there that I'd have considered doing anything with," I say quietly.

"Same here!" he responds. "When I've been there, the only guys I've seen have been fat, ugly mongs!"

I wince slightly. Mum and Dad would not be at all happy with anyone using that language! But I guess there's a whole lot more they wouldn't approve of if they knew about it. Fortunately, they don't.

"Would you like to meet me again?" he asks.

"What about Mark?"

"Oh, he'll be fine with it. Don't worry; it'll be cool, yeah?"

Fuck! I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. If I say no, Kyle will think I'm an arsehole. I don't want that. On the other hand, if I say yes, I'll have no idea what I'm getting myself into. It's decision time. Well, saying `no' is almost bound to end badly; saying `yes' might not.

"Thursday would be good," I suggest. "Not here though. We only live five minutes away. Ten past four, meet me on London Road, outside the dry cleaners on the corner of Hanover Street, okay? We can go to my place."

"Cool!" he says, grinning. "I'll be there!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Thursday afternoon. Our final class is games, and as usual, we get out a bit early. I go straight home and change into cargo shorts, a rugby top and trainers. At five past four, I set off to walk back to London Road.

As I approach, I see Kyle waiting outside the dry cleaners. I'm pleased to see that he's on his own; I had wondered if he might bring his brother with him.

"Hi!" I greet. "Are you okay?"

"Hi!" he responds, doing a double-take. "Yeah, sure!"

"We just had games," I explain, as I lead the way. "We got out about ten minutes early, so I went home to get changed."

"Cool!" he says, grinning. "You look really sexy dressed like that!"

A few minutes later, we're back at the house. I let us in.

"Would you like a drink?" I ask.

"Thanks!"

I lead the way to the kitchen and pour us both a glass of coke. After quickly downing them, we make our way to my bedroom.

"Nice big room!" Kyle says, smiling. "Are we getting naked?"

"Yeah," I respond, closing the curtains. "Are you okay with that?"

"Sure!"

After discarding our footwear, we start to undress each other. Within a minute, we're down to our boxer briefs, mine black, Kyle's white with a red waistband. Sitting on the side of the bed, I skin them down his legs. I suck in air. His penis is a real beauty; it suits him perfectly.

Leaning forwards, I take it into my mouth, steadily sucking my way down until I've got the whole thing. It feels wonderful! As I work my lips and tongue all over his rock-hard boy-dick, I slip my hand between his legs, using my fingers to stroke the sensitive area behind his balls.

"Oooh!" he moans, gently holding my head. "That feels amazing! I'll have to show Mark. He's going to love it!"

Eventually, I release him, his prick sliding smoothly from between my lips.

"My turn now!" he announces. "Stand up!"

As I get to my feet, he kneels down in front of me, holding the base of my dick between thumb and index finger.

"Right behind your balls?" he asks, looking up at me.

"Yeah!"

A moment later, he takes my cock into his mouth, sucking his way steadily down till he's taking it right down his throat. As he does so, he slips his hand between my legs, his sensitive fingers stroking me in the perfect place. Oh, yes! It feels like I've died and gone to heaven!

"Ohhhh, that's wonderful!" I coo, running my fingers through his long fair hair.

In fact, it's almost too good. All too soon, I feel myself getting close.

"You'd better stop now," I order. "I don't want to cum yet!"

He lets me go. "Was it good, then?" he asks, grinning up at me.

"Amazing! Let's get on the bed!"

As we snuggle up on the bed, I immediately go to kiss him. He pulls away slightly.

"Sorry, bruv! I'm not into kissing."

"I wasn't either till someone showed me how to do it properly. Can we try it? If you don't like it, we'll stop, okay?"

"I guess."

"Okay! Relax, open your mouth a little, and just go with it."

Very gently, I place my lips over his. He's a little hesitant at first, but within a few seconds, he's like totally into it, our tongues running all over each other. After maybe a minute, he eases himself away.

"Wow!" he says, his eyes sparkling. "That was bangin'!"

"Cool! I thought you might like it. Wanna try a sixty-nine?"

He doesn't even bother to reply. Before I know what's happening, he's snaked around. He takes my cock into his mouth, with his penis now close to my face. Even though there's a height difference of around five inches, we actually fit together pretty well. Kyle can't get quite as far down on me as he'd like, but I don't care. I don't want him to make me cum.

As I'm sucking him, I hold him around the arse, my fingers kneading his beautiful bum-cheeks. They're softer and more malleable than James's were; so inviting!

"Are you going to fuck me again?" Kyle asks.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah, bruv! I want your dick up my bum!"

"Okay then!" I instruct, letting him go. "Get on all fours, feet just sticking over the foot of the bed."

He quickly moves into the Z-shape position where I had James around three weeks ago. Kneeling on the floor behind him, I start to lick him out.

"Ooooh, yeah!" Kyle moans. "Oooooooh!"

Retrieving my tube of K-Y from its hiding place, I move onto a finger-fuck, first with just my index finger, then adding the middle one. Before long, we're good to go. After slathering some more lube over my dick, I move in close, guiding it onto Kyle's bum-hole.

I take a deep breath and thrust it in. Just like two days ago, he's taken around half of it. Holding him around the tops of his thighs, I push steadily forwards. Savouring every contour of his tight, velvety tunnel, I watch intently as the rest of my prong slowly disappears into his bum, until finally, our bodies are pressed tightly together. Fuck! Being inside a cute younger boy like Kyle is just the best feeling possible!

After a brief pause, I get to work, fucking him just like I did on Tuesday. I love doing it in this position. Not only can I get in really deep, it gives me so much control that I can totally go for it. Within half a minute, I'm giving his arse a serious pounding.

Kneeling in front of me, Kyle, freed from the constraints of being in the school toilets, is moaning and whimpering, which spurs me on even more.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" I growl, already breathing hard.

"Oh yeah!" he responds. "Fuck me hard! Shoot your spunk up me!"

I press on remorselessly. With his body all folded up the way it is, I couldn't play with his prick even if I wanted to. As it goes, it's probably for the best. He'd cum on the duvet and I definitely don't want that. Within the next minute, I feel my orgasm start to build.

"Not long now!" I warn. "I'm nearly there!"

"Yeah!" Kyle squeals. "Go on! Give me your spunk!"

Almost before I know it, the tidal wave sweeps over me. With my cock buried deep inside him, I hang on tight as several ropes of teen cum spurt into his cute little bum. Wow! I needed that!

After a few seconds, I gently pull out.

"Kneel upright and turn around," I order, kneeling down on the floor.

He turns to face me, his prick level with my chin. Holding my head, he stuffs it into my waiting mouth, fucking it eagerly. Within fifteen seconds it jerks two, three, four times, his tangy boy-juice coating my tongue. After a brief pause, he eases himself away.

"Mmmmm!" I purr, gulping down his watery cum. "That's yummy!"

"Oh, man!" Kyle gasps, giving me a wry grin. "You make so much spunk!"

"Yeah! That's because I didn't have a wank yesterday. I was saving it for you! The bathroom's just out on the landing; first door on the right."

"Thanks, bruv!"

I watch as he saunters out of the room, some of my spunk trickling down his legs. Wow! It's such a buzz to know that I came as much as that! A few minutes later, he's back, looking totally nonchalant, like nothing's happened.

"Mark says he'd like to meet you," he says, pulling on his underpants. "He said maybe we could have a threesome, yeah?"

"I'm not sure," I temporise. "I don't want any problems."

"There won't be any, bruv!" he assures me. "Mark's cool, innit?"

"I remember he got in a fight last year. He didn't seem cool then."

"Oh, He told me about that. It was with this arsehole who was acting like he's the dog's bollocks because his family has lots of money and lives in a posh house, and we don't. Mark gave him a black eye and a bloody nose!"

That's totally believable. Some kids at our school think they're better than everyone else, just because they've got rich parents. I'm not surprised that Mark got snarky. I hate kids like that too.

"Okay then," I concede. "But I stay for cricket practice Mondays and Wednesday, so it can't be then."

"Mark plays on Tuesdays," Kyle counters.

"So next Thursday then? A week today!"

"Can't you make it tomorrow?"

It's not what I was expecting, but I'm not going to object.

"Okay, if that works for you guys. Now that you know where it is, you can bring Mark with you. Just don't get here too early. Between ten past and quarter past would be good."

"Cool!" Kyle responds. "We'll see you tomorrow!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following afternoon, as soon as we're dismissed, I quickly say my goodbyes and hurry off home. As soon as I reach my bedroom, I check the time, It's six minutes past four. Knowing that I should have a few minutes, I quickly strip down to my boxer briefs.

After a moment's deliberation, I pull them off too. I'm not sure how Mark and Kyle will react, but going commando always makes me feel sexy! I dress in my Chelsea football kit -- blue top and white shorts -- and pull on my flipflops. After putting my school clothes away, I head down to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rings. I go to answer it. As expected, Mark and Kyle are standing there.

"Hi guys!" I greet. "Come in!"

I usher them inside.

"Good to meet you, bruv!" Mark says quietly, turning towards me. "Ky told me how well you looked after him."

"Good to meet you, too!"

"Hey, bruv! Are you going commando?" he whispers, running his hand down over the front of my shorts. "Fuck! You must be as up for this as we are!"

"Would you like a drink?" I ask, my penis rapidly rising to full mast.

"Nah! We're fine, aren't we Ky?"

Kyle smiles and nods. I lead the way to my bedroom.

"Nice gaff, man!" Mark comments.

I turn to Kyle, who's busy kicking off his shoes.

"I think we ought to help your brother get undressed," I suggest.

He grins excitedly. While Mark stands there passively, we set about removing his clothes. Although there's a definite family resemblance between the two brothers, their hair is quite different. While Kyle's is that non-descript fair colour that lots of English boys have, Mark's is sort of dark-blond; not as light as Jamie's, more a sort of gold colour. It's slightly wavy too, and cut to the sort of length that most boys seem to have it.

Within a minute, Mark's down to his black trunks. They fit him like a second skin. Out of his school uniform, I can appreciate what an amazing body he's got. His muscles aren't big, but they're there; small, perfectly formed and ready for action. It's easy to see why he's so good at sport. Fuck! I wish I had a body like his!

"Okay," Mark says, turning to me and grinning. "Ky's turn now!"

Over the next minute or so, Mark and I set about undressing the twelve-year old, until he too is down to his underwear.

"Well, Ky," Mark says, getting right up close to me. "It doesn't look like Chris has much for us to take off."

While he helps me remove my top, Kyle deals with my shorts.

"Mmmmmm!" Mark purrs, gently running his fingers along my shaft. "I'm not surprised that Ky liked having this up his bum!"

With me already naked, the brothers stand facing each other, and expertly remove each other's undershorts. I haven't seen Mark's cock before. Uncut and with around half the head exposed, it's noticeably thicker than mine, but not quite as long. It's topped by a neat little crop of golden-brown pubes.

"Fancy a circle suck?" Mark continues.

That's like a sixty-nine with three people instead of two. I fancy it okay, but there's a problem. As I only have a single bed, we won't fit.

"If we move the chairs out of the way, we can lie on the carpet," he suggests. "There's plenty of room."

We quickly rearrange the furniture and get down on the floor, sitting at the three corners of a triangle. I'm impressed. I know Mark's the oldest, but I like the way that he took charge of the situation. It was effortless. He knew what he wanted, saw how to achieve it, and made it happen. In a strange way, it's like what our best teachers do.

"Okay, let's each suck the guy on our left," he suggests.

That puts me sucking Mark. Leaning across, I rest my head on his stomach and take his hard prong into my mouth. The last time I sucked one as big as this was Alex's, last summer.

Meanwhile, Kyle's sucking me, and being the good kid that he is, he's got his hand between my legs to stroke behind my balls. Hmmm! I'd forgotten about that bit. Moving my hand into position, I perform the same service for Mark. He purrs appreciatively. After a couple of minutes, he calls a halt.

"Okay, let's change over," he instructs. "We'll all suck the guy on our right."

Fuck! I am totally in my element! I love sucking Kyle, and Mark's working wonders on me. If we're not careful, I'll cum before I want to. Predictably, Mark's got it covered.

"Okay!" he says, sitting up again. He looks across at his brother. "Well, bruv," he adds, grinning. "I reckon it's time you got spit-roasted. Which way round d'you want us?"

"You in front, Chris behind!"

"I thought you might say that!"

"Yeah! Well, I already took yours once today! I want Chris's now!"

I'm shocked. They must have done it before they came to school. What a start to the day that would have been!

Getting onto the bed, Mark turns the pillow around, placing it behind him as he sits with his back to the headboard, legs apart, knees up, feet flat on the bed. Kyle quickly joins him. Kneeling to face his brother, his knees between Mark's feet, he goes down onto all fours, taking the fourteen-year old's cock fully into his mouth.

Finally, it's my turn. Picking up the K-Y, I shuffle in behind. Sitting back on my heels, I work some into Kyle's bum-hole and smear some more over my penis. Getting up onto my knees, I guide my prong onto Kyle's waiting hole. Taking a deep breath, I thrust it in.

"Oh, yeah!" Mark says, grinning. "Go on, Chris! Give him a good seeing-to! He loves it!"

Without hesitation, I'm off and running. Holding the twelve-year old around the tops of his thighs, I fuck him relentlessly. Kneeling on the bed isn't as stable as standing on the floor, but it is what it is. Kyle's beautifully tight, so it'll still get the job done.

With his mouth full of his brother's cock, the younger boy's not saying anything, but his body language tells me he's well into it. Facing me, Mark's quietly moaning and growling, gently stroking Kyle's long hair.

"Oh yeah, bruv!" he groans quietly. "I'm nearly there! Just keep it going!"

Turned on by my first-ever threesome, I redouble my efforts, my orgasm getting closer by the second.

"You ready, Ky?" Mark rasps. "Here it cums!"

Holding the twelve-year old's head, he unloads in his mouth. Fuck! That is sooo hot! Unable to hold back, I'm right behind him. Pulling Kyle onto me. I pump another load of teen spunk into his tight, velvety tunnel.

Fuck! That was wild! A few weeks ago, I wouldn't have dreamed I'd ever do anything like that! After a few seconds, I carefully withdraw, sinking back onto my heels. Releasing his brother's glistening penis, Kyle immediately flips onto his back.

"Who wants it?" he demands, holding his rock-hard dick around the base.

With me being so much closer, Mark stands no chance! I plunge down on it, sucking it hungrily. Within a few seconds, I'm rewarded with Kyle's boy-juice squirting onto the roof of my mouth and coating my tongue. Making sure I've taken every last drop, I gulp it down. Finally, I let him go.

"Wow, bruv!" Mark says, grinning from ear to ear. "That was hot! You really gave it to him!"

Without a word, Kyle gets off the bed, heading for the door. He's not actually leaking yet, but it looks like he's about to.

"Ky told me you make lots of spunk," Mark adds, smirking.

"Yeah, well yesterday, I gave him two days' worth. Today, it was only one." I pause for a moment. "So was that alright then?"

"Oh, that was more than alright!" he assures me. "You're safe, yeah? Ky told me about you asking him to kiss. He was a bit wary at first, but you were really gentle with him; asked him to try it and said you'd stop if he didn't like it. Turns out that he really enjoyed it, which is cool! That's how things ought to be, yeah?"

I'm not sure what to make of that. Has he just told me is that he, and possibly Kyle, have been in situations where things weren't like that; where they've been expected to do stuff they weren't comfortable with? I really don't know.

Ten minutes later, they're dressed and on their way home. We've arranged for Kyle to come here next Tuesday, and both of them on Thursday. I'm buzzing! Mark and Kyle are really good kids, and having sex with them is amazing.

I'm still not sure about what Mark said just before they left, but to be honest, it's not my business. My only concern is how I'm going to play things when James comes home for his half-term break.