Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 06:54:32 -0800
From: Zack McNaught <zackmcnaught@hotmail.com>
Subject: Daniel

All the usual disclaimers apply: if you think this is real, you have a very
active imagination. You shouldn't read this story if you live in an area
where it is illegal to do so - themes of an intergenerational nature are
represented, including sexual activity between a man and a young boy. Please
do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept
responsibility for any actions promoted by this story.

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Zack



I met Daniel when he was eleven. He and his parents moved in next door, and
from the moment I laid eyes on him, helping where he could with the boxes
from the removals van, I knew I had to get to know him. At the time, I had
no concept of where that desire would take me, I just wanted to be his
friend.
I lived on my own, in a nice terraced townhouse in Brighton, living the life
of Reilly as a popular author. I didn't consider myself gay, but a lot of my
friends were, and most of the clubs I went to were gay bars. I'd messed
around with a few older teenage boys in my time, having some sort of
fascination with them, but as far as being a boylover was concerned, I was
totally in the closet. Daniel would change that, of course, because as soon
as I laid eyes upon him, I knew I was in love.
He was a slight child, dark haired with a page-boy haircut. His slim arms
and legs poked out of shorts and a t-shirt, both brightly coloured, a
uniform that he would stick to until it became simply too cold not to wrap
up warmer. Even then he would often remain in shorts, showing off his lovely
legs to the world, finished with white socks and battered Nikes, simply
putting an oversized jumper over the top. Whatever he was wearing, though,
he looked damned cute, both in the way a granny would think, and also to my
lecherous eyes.
We met the evening his parents moved in. Jim and Sally were a gregarious
pair, and went straight round to the neighbours' houses to introduce
themselves. I was very much at home with the idea, because it meant Daniel
entering my house already. When they turned up to say hello, I welcomed them
in, and offered them a drink, since I'd just opened a bottle of Merlot. They
happily accepted, and we trooped into my living room. We got on like a house
on fire that first night, and for many years to come, I might add, quickly
getting rid of the bottle and starting another, and eventually ordering some
food to be delivered.
'So, do you live here alone then?' Jim asked at one point. The subtle
undertone of the question was pretty clear to me. A lot of men living on
their own in Brighton were gay, especially those who make money in artistic
pursuits. I nodded.
'I'm divorced, actually.'
It wasn't a lie, either. When I was eighteen I'd married my girlfriend of
four years, only for things to break down a couple of years later. Luckily
we never had kids, because I hate to see them without a proper family to
grow up in.
Sally was immediately concerned. As I was to find out, that was her nature,
a mothering sort, a loving and devoted parent, and an equally caring friend.
I reassured her that it was in the past, and that I'd simply not found
anyone since, and she immediately started trying to set me up with someone.
Little was she to know that I was already falling for someone in that very
room, and it wasn't her or Jim...
Daniel was sitting looking very bored as we adults chatted, and so I
suggested that he go upstairs and play with my computer. I had my naughty
files locked well away, luckily, so there was no danger of Daniel finding
anything he shouldn't, although the high-speed internet connection was a
disaster waiting to happen. When I checked the history later, though, he'd
done nothing more than check his e-mail and a couple of boring-looking kids'
sites. In fact, most of the activity was on an instant-messenger program,
and it was only a week or so later that I would discover how important that
was.
Back in the world of adults, a dull and grey overture to the real thing that
only kids see, Jim and Sally had decided it was time to go home. Daniel was
a little loathe to leave the computer and the internet behind, since his
parents hadn't yet got plugged back in, but he was gracious enough to thank
me in his sweet little boy voice as he went.
As I lay in bed that evening, head swimming with the alcohol and the boring,
boring news blaring out of the television across the room, my thoughts
drifted to Daniel. I could feel myself harden a little as I daydreamed, but
put it down to a full bladder, which I went and emptied. By the time I had
returned to my bed, all thoughts of the angel next door had left my head,
and I fell asleep quickly, only waking the next day around 11 o'clock.
The following few days were full of work - I had deadlines to meet, and
hadn't really done enough writing to justify the time I'd been given. I had
a couple of pieces to do for newspapers, which I got out first since that
was where the real money lay, in freelancing. I met my book publisher later
on the week, and for some reason he seemed impressed with the latest turn my
work had taken, slightly fuller of emotion, appealing he said to a 'wider
audience'. I thought my books sold to a fairly wide audience as it was, but
was surprised to hear (probably because my ego had got the better of me)
that it was in fact a select band of teenage males who read my stuff, it was
just that they did it obsessively. Ok then, I was widerning my audience to
include the females.
'One day,' my publisher said, when I was fully deflated and clearly not in
need of kicking while I was down, 'you might even write a book that adults
want to read.'
I returned to my flat in mixed emotiotns. Yes, my work had been better, but
my ego hadn't taken such a bashing for quite a while. I had intended to go
back to work, maybe bashing out a few thousand words before heading out to a
bar with some friends, but instead I found myself surfing the net, and
stumbled across a security site I'd used in the past when trying to hack
some typesetting software so I didn't have to pay the inflated prices the
shops charged. I was so bored and determined to let my mind drift that I
actually started reading some of the posts in the forum. Most of it was
jargon that went totally over my head, but one post referred to the recent
problems with a messaging program I had installed on my computer, and the
fact that it secretly kept a log of everything you said, even if you had the
message logging feature turned off. There wasn't anything in the thread
about where this log might be on my computer, but a quick search of the net
turned up exactly what I needed - a path for the folder. I quickly hunted
down the log, and was surprised for a second to see two different files when
I had expected just the one. There was mine, quite clearly labelled with my
log-in name and a string of seemingly random numbers, and then there was
another, labelled 'danstar0359255'. It took a moment for my dumb brain to
kick in and realise whose log that must have been. Daniels.
I debated long and hard about whether to open the file. After all, this was
the kid's private conversation with a mate of his, and I shouldn't have read
it. But I did. Of course I did. I wanted to know more about him, and this
was the perfect opportunity to find something out.
It started fairly boringly, the usual chatter about this and that, nothing
important, just a load of gossip about kids I'd never heard of. I gathered
that he went to the local school, though, and hadn't had to change schools
when he moved, which made me happy for him. I'd had to leave my friends
behind at about his age and I never really got over being the new kid at
school. I was about to give up reading the log when my eyes drifted
downwards and for some reason stuck on a line...

MattB1995: so, u done it in ur new place yet?
Danstar: errr, no, no time. u?
MattB1995: wot, tday? yeh, ths mornin
Danstar: cool, u cum?
MattB1995: no, no cums yet. we 2young!
Danstar: {sighs} yeh, i no.
MattB1995: so wot's place lik? good?
Danstar: its ok. guy next doors cool. dad thinx hes gay tho
MattB1995: is he?
Danstar: uhm, how do i no?
MattB1995: weel, u no...
Danstar: ewww, no, hes adult, n wot if hes not? id look stupid
MattB1995: so wot if hes adult, i did it with my uncle
Danstar: yeh, but thats diff. ur uncle not a stranger
MattB1995: so, get to no him, see if hes up 4 it.
Danstar: maybe dunno. neway, got 2 go, think hes coming
MattB1995: k. miss u. c u soon
Danstar: miss u 2. laters

By the time I'd finished reading that little passage, deciphering the
language of youth as I went, I was absolutely rock hard and leaking somewhat
into my boxers. Daniel clearly knew about masturbation already, and had
probably even been mesing around with this guy Matt. I had no idea why that
made me so horny, but for the first time in a long time I pulled my dick out
and just went at it, not caring what happened when I came. What did happen
was an absolute torrent of semen which ended up all over my stomach, my
hands, and the keyboard. Slightly disgusted with myself, but still stlightly
horny, I cleaned up the mess and went downstairs to make myself some food.
I played the possibilities in my mind agan and again, imagining what Daniel
would look like naked, and imagining scenarios whereby he would be able to
act on what his friend said. I wanted him to try to get to know me, to do
whatever it was his friend said would tell him whether or not I was gay. For
the first time in my life, my fantasies turned towards targets that were no
longer borderline illegal, but well into jailtime territory. I imagined his
sweet little mouth wrapped around the head of my dick. I imagined what his
backside looked like beneath the shorts he had turned up in. I imagined what
his little dick must look like - probably hairless, a few inches long when
he was hard as hell, and hopefully a lovely foreskin that hung well over the
end. I came again, only a couple of hours after the last episode, and went
to bed feeling as guilty as hell.
I would next get the chance to see Daniel a couple of days later. It was a
Saturday morning, and I'd just come back from a brief run along the sea
front, only a couple of miles to the pier and back, but enough to realise it
was going to be an absolute scorcher. Sally turned up at my door just as I
was stepping out of the shower, and I hurriedly wrapped a towel round myself
to answer the doorbell. She had Daniel with her, and I was sure his eyes
widened a bit when he saw my torso - I'm not exactly body-builder style, but
I've never had to try particularly hard to get definition, and swimming
twice a week had given me a nice chiselled look. Sally, the wonderful
flighty person that she was, completely ignored my state of undress and
launched straight into it. She wanted to know if I was interested in
spending the day on the beach with her and Daniel. Jim was busy with work
(he worked in an architect's and they had deadlines of their own
approaching), but Sally thought I might still enjoy spending the day with
them even if he wasn't around to talk about what she called 'man things'. I
reassured her that her company, and that of Daniel, would be enough to keep
me happy, and agreed to join them an hour later.
The beach was already packed by the time we got there, tourists having
headed down from London on the trains at the first sign of good weather.
There were a few places to lay our stuff out, though, and we spread towels
on the pebbles (no sand at Brighton!) and sat down to enjoy the day.
Daniel immediately stripped off the t-shirt he was wearing, revealing the
extent of a rather fetching pair of red boardshorts that hung low on his
hips. His torso was a lovely sight, hardly an ounce of fat, and the
beginnings of some pectorals, and I just stared for a moment, mesmerised.
Luckily neither Sally nor Daniel noticed me drooling. I watched as he
scampered off down the beach to the water, and went straight in.
'He doesn't fear the cold, does he?' I asked Sally. The sea off Brighton,
part of the Channel, is pretty cold even on the warmest days. Sally laughed.
'No, he doesn't feel it at all. The best I can get him to do in winter is
put a jumper on, maybe a coat if it's actually raining. He only has one pair
of trousers, and I can't remember the last time I saw him in those!'
I smiled back at Sally, on the surface enjoying the conversation, but
beneath a mess of emotions as I wondered what it meant that I had said a
silent little thankyou that his legs would never be covered up.
I opened my bag to get some sunscreen out, and my camera fell into view.
Sally pounced on it immediately, picking it up and playing with it in a
manner that I would come to find endearing, but which at first was mildly
infuriating.
'Do you mind if I take a few pictures of him with it?' she asked, a quick
shake of the head indicating that 'him' meant Daniel. I'd rather have been
taking the pictures myself, but I acceeded to the request, and Sally happily
zoomed the telephoto in on her boy and started snapping away. Only a few
photos in, though, she clearly became frustrated, and eventually stopped.
'I don't seem to be able to get it to focus and take a picture!' she said,
handing the camera to me. 'Do you think you could take a few? I'll go and
get us some cold drinks. Back in a mo'.'
So, there I was, with my favourite boy, a decent camera, and permission to
take photos of him. The world was beginning to be a wonderful place. I had a
thought immediately, and quickly switched memory cards to my back-up. Down
the beach, Daniel played in the water, knowing nothing of my evil plan. It
wasn't that complex - I basically wanted some pictures I could use later
when I was fantasising about the boy. I snapped a few of his backside in his
very wet shorts, which clung alluringly to his cheeks, and then even went as
far as to snap a few of his crotch when he turned round. Later, I would
study and study these for signs of his boyhood showing through. Having
acheived my objective, and now conscious of the fact that Sally would be
returning soon, I switched back to the other card and reeled off a few more
innocent shots of Daniel playing. When his mother returned, I showed her
these, and she was instantly grateful.
'We haven't got that many good pictures of him, you know, we lost loads in a
fire a few years ago, so we take as many as we can get now.'
I assured her that the photos would be safe with me, and made a little note
in my head to get a few of the better ones printed out large scale for her
by a friend of mine who ran a little camera shop.
I did what I intended that night, uploading the photos of Daniel, the safe
ones to a folder on my desktop, and the more risque ones to a removable
flash memory stick. I perused the normal ones first, smiling at the look of
innocent joy on Dan's face as he played in the freezing surf, marvelling at
the perfection of his features.
Once these were checked, and the poor shots thrown out, I turned to my
private collection. I felt guilty before I'd even looked at them, but I was
also almost being sick with excitement, and I had to open the folder. I was
instantly hard. The money that I'd forked out on a decent telephoto lends
for the camera had been worth every penny. Daniel's shorts-clad arse came
into view in a big way, filling up my screen with its perfection. If
anything, I was a little close in, and the next shot, at slightly less zoom,
showed the curve of his lower back becoming the curve of his arse, wehich
swpet round in majestic tightness, covered by a millimeter or so of wet
cloth. The shorts couldn't have been that thick material, because I could
imagine with relative ease what he would have looked like without them on,
and it was a lovely thought. What sent me over the edge, though, as I sat
there flicking through the photos, were the pictures of Daniel's front. Not
only did the shorts very nicely hug his package, I could also tell that the
sea hadn't shrivelled him up too much down there, unless he was pretty big
to start with, which I thought unlikely. I could see the soft shaft of his
penis outlined in a couple of shots, and with one of these static on the
screen, I unloaded into the handtowel I had brought with me to the computer.
Guilt washed over me as I watched television that night, and I came close to
deleting the photos. I was at the computer with the 'Are you sure you want
to delete these files' type message showing before I changed my mind,
resolving to sleep on it, and make the decision in the morning when I was
more composed.
Come the morning, I was glad of my decision. With the guilt washed away (at
least mostly) by a good night's sleep, and my hormones recharged, I decided
to keep the photos after all, and immediately went to fire up the computer
and have another look, and probably another wank too. I never made it there
though, as there was a knock at my door, unusually for a Sunday morning.
It was Sally, and she looked rather stressed.
'I'm really sorry to do this to you, but can Daniel come over here for a bit
this morning? Jim's father has been taken ill, and we need to go and see
him. It might be the end, and I don't want Daniel to come with us, he'll not
take to it well. It's just that I called our usual babysitter and she's out
of town, and no-one else can do it.'
Sally was beginning to ramble, so I cut her short.
'Sally, Sally, it's ok, I'll look after him. You take all the time you need,
ok? Is there anything I have to know?'
'Thank you, you're an absolute star. There's nothing special, although he
could do with a bath or a shower, because he fell asleep last night and
refused to be woken to have one.'
'Ok, that's fine, we can do that. Just send him over when you're ready to
leave, and I'll keep him until you're ready to come back.'
'Thank you, you don't know what it means to have nice neighbours at last!
Thank you!'
And with that, Sally was gone again. The doorbell rang again half an hour
later, and it was Jim with Daniel.
'Just wanted to say thanks for doing this, mate,' Jim said as he stood in
the doorway. Daniel had already squeezed past us and gone into the living
room, making himself at home as I'd hoped he might.
'It's not problem. Are you going to be alright?'
Jim looked absolutely stricken, but nodded nonetheless.
'Sally's going to drive. It's a couple of hours from here, and I don't
really feel up to it. It's been coming for a while, but it's still a bit of
a shock when you get that call, you know?'
I nodded. Both of my parents were still fit and healthy, and very much
alive, but a favourite aunt of mine had passed away a few months prior, and
I knew the sort of pain that being there at the end bought about.
'Take as long as you need,' I said, 'even overnight if you have to. Daniel
won't be a problem, and I don't have to be anywhere for the next couple of
days, so we'll be fine.'
'Thanks,' Jim said, before turning back down the little path and crossing
the pavement to where Sally was already waiting for him with the engine
running. She gave me a sad little wave as Jim went round to the passenger
side, and mouthed the words 'thank you', before they drove off up the
street.
The left me with the most beatiful boy in the world sitting in my living
room, and a whole day at least to spend with him. I was surprised to find my
stomach full of butterflies, and my head swimming as I walked into the room.
'You ok Daniel?' I asked. He was watching cartoons of the TV, and just
nodded.
'You want anything to drink or eat?'
Finally he turned to me. He looked a little less happy than usual, but still
absolutely the pinnacle of boyhood.
'No, thank you. Mum made me eat before I came round. Are you going to make
me have a bath?'
'That or a shower, mate. Sorry, I promised your mum.'
That got the usual young boy reaction to the idea of a bath or a shower,
which as I'm sure you can guess wasn't jumping for joy.
'Can I just watch the end of the cartoons first?' he pleaded. Had he known
how eager I was to make him happy, he could have got away with asking for a
little bit more. As it was, I pretended to be reluctant about agreeing,
whilst jumping up and down inside my head in celebration of that fact that
it looked like it was going to be that easy. I'd expected more of a fight
about it, but by the look on Daniel's face when I said it was okay to watch
the cartoons, he thought he'd won a major victory.
The bath, as it turned out Daniel despised less than showers, was fairly
much a success. I got a shout down from Daniel that he didn't understand the
taps, which was reasonable considering that I'd bought rather weird ones,
and went to investigate, to find him with the towel wrapped around his
waist, having clearly got naked before running the water. I sorted it out
for him, and then left, secretly disappointed that at no point did the towel
look like slipping even a tiny bit. I went back to my office, answered a few
e-mails, and was soon joined by a damp-haired Daniel.
He was instantly interested in what I was doing on the computer, and asked
if I was chatting to any of my friends when he saw the messenger program
icon in the taskbar.
'No, I'm not signed in. Did you want to see if any of your mates are
online?'
Daniel looked kind of shy, as though he wanted to say yes, but the manners
his mum has drummed into him were preventing him from doing so. I grinned at
him.
'Go on, have fun,'  said as I got up. 'I've got a couple of calls to make
anyway.'
I grabbed the cordless phone and left Daniel to it, hopin in my heart as I
walked away that his friend Matt B would be online, and that I could read a
fascinating conversation later.
I genuinely did have to make a couple of calls, one to a newspaper editor,
and one to my publisher to rearrange a meeting, and was out of the room for
maybe ten minutes before a sudden shock of realisation hit me. I had left
the memory stick, with the pictures of Daniel on it that I wanted to hide,
plugged into the computer.
I rushed back upstairs to my study, and was nearly around the door when I
heard a little gasp from inside. I slowed down, and just peeked around the
corner of the doorframe. There with his back to me, Daniel had opened the
files on the memory stick, and on-screen was a huge close-up of his
shorts-covered crotch. I panicked, and almost burst in on him, but something
stopped me. Daniel seemed fascinated by the picture, and his right hand was
in his crotch, not exacly rhythmically stroking, but definitely tugging.
I nearly had a heart-attack. Either Daniel was getting off on pictures of
himself, or he didn't know that they were him. Either way, the boy I was
rapidly falling for was in my study with his hand in his crotch, tugging at
his dick. In a rare moment of clarity, I realised that walking into the
study would freak him out big time, especially if he saw the huge tent in my
jeans, and so ever so carefully, with one last glance around the corner to
fix the scene in my mind's eye, I crept back down the corridor and into the
bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I barely had time to
unravel a bit of toilet roll to catch the semen that flew out of my dick as
soon as I touched it, and I sat on the edge of the bath, head swimming, dick
still leaking, as I slowly came back to my senses. I left Daniel to it that
morning, not daring to flush the loo in case he realised I'd been upstairs,
and crept down to the kitchen, binning the evidence of my emission there.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and Sally and Jim returned late
in the evening, Jim carrying away a now very sleepy young Daniel. Sally
stayed for a few minutes, to thank me profusely again, and then left,
clearly exhausted by the day. Jim's father was going to last a little
longer, but soomer or later they would have to make the journey again, this
time to bury him.
I practically ran up the stairs when Sally left, and fired up the computer.
There where I expected it to be was Dan's messenger log, and without wanting
to waste a second, I oppened it up. His friend Matt hadn't come online for
some time after Daniel logged in, but eventually he turned up. The
conversation was once again of the boring kind, until a little way down...

MattB1995: gess wot!
Danstar: dunno, wot?
MattB1995: my uncle stayed last nite! ;)
Danstar: cool! did u do things?
MattB1995: yeh, this mornin he came in 2 see my, sed my rents were out, got
in my bed
Danstar: :D wot did u do?
MattB1995: he suckd me, I suckd him, he cummed in my mouth
Danstar: isn't that gross?
MattB1995: a bit. i spit it out.
Danstar: ewww. did he give u the good feeling?
MattB1995: yeh, 2 times!! :D
Danstar: cool. ive got news 2
MattB1995: wot?
Danstar: u no that neigbor? he came with us 2 the beach, took fotes of me,
but naughty ones!
MattB1995: u let him do that? wot, naked?
Danstar: no, not naked. i didn't no he wuz doin it. i found them on his
puter.
MattB1995: u goin 2 tell?
Danstar: nah, dont think so. i wanked off to them!! lol!
MattB1995: :D dude ure sick!
MattB1995: have 2 go, sis wants puter. laters
Danstar: laters bro.

Well, that was an amazing little sequence. I sat there for a few moments
digesting what I'd read. Whoever the boy on the other end was, he was being
abused by his uncle. Or was it love? Suddenly I realised that I wasn't in a
position to judge. I wanted to do exactly the same things with Daniel that
Matt's uncle was doing with him. I wanted to abuse Daniel. The thought
bothered me a great deal less than I thought it would. After all, pederasts
were sick bastards who deserved the weight of the law crashing down on them
for what they did to kids who didn't want it, right? But the anger was no
longer in the argument. I realised that I was one of those sick bastards,
that I wanted that sort of contact with a boy, and that there was a chance
he might even want it with me. After all, I reasoned, he'd told his friend
that he wasn't going to report the fact that I'd taken 'naughty' pictures of
him. Maybe that was some sort of sign that he would welcome an advance from
me.
Then I metaphorically hit myslef around the head and started to think
properly. Just because Daniel wasn't going to report me, it didn't mean he
wanted to do anything with me. All he'd done was wank off to candid pictures
of himself, which only really said one thing - he was turned on by the
naughtiness of the situation. It was by no means necessary that it was my
involvement that triggered the act I had witnessed as he sat at my computer,
and I shouldn't be as stupid as to assume that it was anything of the sort.
He'd expressed a certain amount of disgust at his friend's activities with
his uncle, and had said in the last conversation that he didn't like the
idea of doing anything with an adult. I went to bed that night resolved not
to make any advances on Daniel, and to keep our relationship platonic.
The resolution didn't last long. Sally and Jim seemed quite keen to take me
into their family, and according to their reports, Daniel was quite
enthusiastic about the idea too. All three of them made sure I was included
in activities as often as possible, and it felt great to be a part of
something like that. I told Sally at one point that if I was intruding she
could tell me to leave, and she countered by asking me to go out with the
family to celebrate Jim's birthday. From nowhere I was being dragged into
the family, and I let it happen, just so I could spend time around Daniel.
The birthday meal was at my favourite local seafood restaurant, which made
it all the easier to be enthusiastic about the idea. Daniel had never been a
particularly big fan of seafood, but, he told me on the way in the back of
their car, because his dad liked it he wouldn't complain. I'd never, to that
point in my life, heard such a responsible attitude come from an
eleven-year-old, and it made me like Daniel all that much more.
When we got to the restaurant, the waiter recognised me - over the years I
had used the place to great effect when meeting publishers and the like, and
was well known in there. To Jim and Sally's surprise, we were immediately
moved to one of the better tables, with a view over the sea. The maitre d'
came over a short while later and greeted me personally, and I pointed out
it was Jim's birthday, which immediately got us complimentary drinks. I'd
always thought I was spending my money a little unwisely by eating out as
often as I did, but now it was having its benefits. One of the better of
these was the look on Daniel's face as we lived the high life, albeit
briefly.
Once we had ordered, I took the chance to go to the toilet. Daniel, who I'd
noticed was squirming somewhat in his seat, immediately piped up that he
needed to go too, and jumped up to follow me. I certainly wasn't accustomed
to going to the toilet with another guy - usually to avoid any embarrassment
at the somewhat juvenile appearance of my penis, I went on my own. I'd
always been shy about it, because the foreskin hangs well over the end, and
it basically looks just like it did when I was a kid, albeit somewhat
larger. But I couldn't exactly send Daniel back to his seat, and besides, he
was a litle kid and wouldn't know that anything was wrong should he happen
to look across.
We entered the toilets, and I headed straight for the urinals. I always
hated the way the stalls smelled, so despite the fact that it would have
saved me being seen if I used one, I avoided them. I expected Daniel,
though, to use a stall, as I'd often seen young boys do in public. Daniel,
however, had other ideas, and joined me at the urinals, leaving the middle
of the three between us as a gap.
I genuinely needed to go, and so for the first twenty seconds or so I
concentrated on that, until the flow was beginning to die down a little.
Only then did I think about the fact that Daniel was standing only a few
feet from me with his dick out. I tried so hard to stop myself peeking, but
there was no way I was going to  win that battle. I glanced across at
exactly the same moment as Daniel did the same, and when I looked up to his
face, he was grinning across at me. He gave his little dick - beautiful in
it's uncircumcised perfection, whiter than the rest of his skin - a couple
of little playful shakes. I did the same to mine, also smiling to show it
was a game, before we both put them away and zipped up.
The rest of the dinner was a joy and a pleasure, though in reality I hardly
noticed because my mind was full of images of Daniel's penis, what little of
it I'd been able to see. But I knew I wanted to see more, I definitely
wanted to see more of that. I'd seen him covered by his boardshorts, and now
about half of him, as far as I could judge, in the flesh, for real. I
desperately needed to go and have a wank, because my dick was hard and my
head spinning, and it was a bit of a relief when I finally said goodbye to
Jim, Sally and Daniel, and got the opportunity to do something about it. I
rushed upstairs to my computer, glad for once that I'd left it on standby,
and within a couple of minutes I was covering myself in come over a picture
of the bulge in the front of Daniel's boardshorts.
My next encounter with what I was rapidly beginning to think was a little
pixie sent to torment me was about a week later. Sally appeared at my back
door late one afternoon, with a smile and a homemade cake.
'I suppose this is some kind of bribe?' I asked as she handed me the cake,
admonishing me not to eat it all at once.
'Of course. I'm so glad I don't have to be subtle around you,' she replied
with a little chuckle. 'But it's not just for you - some of it's for Daniel
when you look after him this weekend.'
It was said with such a straight face, so deadpan, that it took a second for
what Sally said to hit home. Immediately my heart leapt into my mouth and my
heart started racing, but I had to remind myself to play it cool.
'Oh yes,' I said. 'Exactly when were you planning on asking me whether that
was ok?'
'Oh, come on! You know you want him round here as much as I need to be rid
of him. It's our anniversary, we need the time off.'
Dread filled me at that line - 'you want him round here' - and all that it
implied. Did Sally know what I felt towards her son? If so, did she not
actually mind?
'I'll send him round at five tomorrow, then you guys can have a nice long
weekend, just the two of you,' she said with a wink, disappearing the way
she'd come.
I was in turmoil. So that we could spend a nice long weekend together. That
was the sort of thing I should be saying about her and Jim, not the other
way round. Of course, the part of me that will forever be a horny, scheming
devil immediately liked the idea, but really, what was I going to do about
it? Surely, though, Sally couldn't have expected anything - what responsible
mother would send her kid into the arms of someone who she thought harboured
desires for his cute eleven-year-old backside?
Once again, I nearly decided to get rid of the candid shots of Daniel. Just
one last wank over them, I said to myself, just one last time. But when I'd
finished, depsite the wave of guilt that swept over me, I didn't delete
them, I left them in a slightly more hidden folder, but nothing more than
that. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Sure enough, Daniel turned up just a few minutes after five the following
day, a Friday. He'd obviously been playing football with a few friends after
school, his knees covered in grass stains, and his t-shirt in places too,
and though I'd received no instructions to that effect, I decided it might
be fun to make him have either a bath or a shower.
But that would come a bit later, after dinner. For a treat, although I
usually don't do so, I ordered in pizza, which always goes down well with
boys of all ages. We sat in front of the TV, watching some awful Friday
evening entertainment program that Daniel found absolutely hilarious. Still,
I had my own show to watch, the little angel who was entranced in the
television, so I wasn't concerned.
Once dinner and the show were both done, I gave Daniel the option of getting
clean before we watched a movie, and therefore getting his choice from my
collection, or waiting until afterwards and having to watch what I wanted.
It had the desired effect - he immediately disappeared upstairs and I heard
the bath running. I was content to wait for him to be done, but I didn't get
the chance, as a while later I heard Daniel shouting for me. I went up and
asked from outside the door what was wrong.
'You can come in, you know!' he shouted back, laughter in his voice.
When I got in there, I was disappointed to see he'd used some bubblebath,
and his body was well below the level of the water.
'I forgot to ask for a towel,' he said once I'd regained my ability to
concentrate. There was a little smirk on his face that suggested he was
thinking naughty thoughts.
'I'll go and get you one, sorry,' I managed to say, before turning round and
heading for the linen cupboard.
I expected him to want the towel left, so he could get out without being
seen, but as soon as I returned to the bathroom, he hopped right out of the
bath!
I got the shock of my life - not only was he toitally naked, dripping
bubbles like the sexiest vision of perfect boyhood, but he was hard as a
rock and didn't seem too bothered about it. I couldn't help but stare.
'It's rude to stare, you know,' he said, giggling again.
'I.. I'm sorry,' I managed.
'It's ok,' he said, a twinkle in his eyes and a bulge in the towel where it
covered his hardness. 'I don't mind you seeing.'
I smiled, God only knows how, and left the room. Only then did I realise
that I was as hard as Daniel had been, and I had to duck into my bedroom for
a moment. I'd barely managed to get an old pair of boxers up to my dick to
catch the explosion before I came.
Daniel emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, and came padding
downstairs in a very thin cotton pair of shorts that I guess he wore to bed,
and a t-shirt that was a little small on him but clearly a favourite. I
couldn't help noticing that his dick was still very slitghly engorged and
make a definite bulge in the front of his shorts.
'So, I get to choose the film, right?' he said when he was in front of the
rack of DVDs.
'Yeah, sure. I'll get the drinks,' I replied.
I headed off to the kitchen, leaving Daniel to his choice. I don't know what
made me do it, but I added just about a measure of some very nice
lemon-flavoured vodka to our drinks of home-made lemon juice. I certainly
didn't have any thoughts of getting Daniel drunk and molesting him, it just
seemed like it was something fun to do.
When I got back to the living room, I was surprised to find that Daniel had
chosen Billy Elliot. It was one of the films I bought in my denial phase,
when I didn't realise that I was attracted to boys - at the time, I just
thought it was really well made, but any boylover will tell you how erotic
that thing is not far beneath the surface.
I put it in the machine and retired to the sofa, where I was immediately
joined by Daniel, who didn't even bother working up to leaning on me, rather
going straight in for the kill, grabbing my arm and wrapping it around him
as he leaned into my side. I immediately began to stiffen slightly. Here was
the boy of my dreams, a little soft bundle of warmth, wearing very little,
and about to watch a boylover's film of choice with a doped drink in his
hand. My arousal would have been obvious a mile off, but Daniel only a
couple of feet away either didn't notice or didn't want to say anything,
instead watching the film and sipping his drink.
We carried on this way for a good half of the film, my hardness subsiding a
little as I got into the story, the warmth of Daniel by my side a reassuring
presence that I never wanted to leave me. Slowly, because of the darkness,
maybe because of the alcohol, and definitely because it was getting late for
him, Daniel started to doze off. I realised that, although his glass was
empty, I didn't want him to drop it, so I grabbed it and put it on the
little table to the side of the sofa. This woke him slightly, and he
shifted, snuggling into me, his head dropping onto my stomach and his hips
twisting round. This left me with a hand casually draped across his hip,
fingers not far from the very treasure I sought. I tried to contain myself,
tried to stop myself, but I couldn't help just stroking that little bit
between his hip bone and the top of his leg. It was a gentle touch, but I
noticed it was enough to arouse him, the bulge growing in his shorts,
lifting against the reatraint of the fabric. Soon it got too much, and his
little dick slipped against the fabric and popped upright, now a massive
tent, only an inch or so from my rubbing hand.
I was still debating whether or not I should take this any further when
Daniel took the decision out of my hands, stretching slightly, repositioning
himself, and turning his hip until my hand was directly over his dick,
cupping its hardness in the palm of my hand. I stopped rubbing, but Daniel
wasn't having that, his little hips pushing the head into my hand
rhythmically until I gave in and grabbed it with a couple of fingers and a
thumb. I started rubbing up and down, a contented smile coming over Daniel's
face as he got into the play.
It wasn't enough for me though. Emboldened by his apparent complicity, I
lifted my hand up and worked it under the waistband of his shorts, touching
his bare hardness for the first time. Daniel groaned, and pushed into my
hand. I could feel the long overhang of his foreskin rubbing along the
length of my palm, then the smooth and incredibly hard head then shaft
slotted into my palm. I grabbed him again, now stroking his bare flesh,
pulling his foreskin up and down, pinching the head once in a while,
eliciting a groan from the boy whose head was now dangerously close to my
lap and my own hardness. It must have taken quite a while to get Daniel off,
as the credits were rolling by the time he stiffened and gasped, hunching
into my hand, but it seemed like it was over in a flash. I wanted so much
more, but Daniel was already asleep, out like a light, and I contented
myself with smelling the hand that had touched him, smelling the little boy
on my fingers. No come, of course, but that had only served to make it more
intense for Daniel. I carried him upstairs and put him to bed, and only then
dealt with the sopping mess that was the inside of my boxers.
Daniel the next morning showed absolutely no sign that he remembered what
had happened the night before. He recalled falling asleep in front of the
film, but that was it. I didn't actualy ask him if he remembered me wanking
him off, as I thought that would rather spill the beans, and he didn't
mention it either. I had a hard time forgetting, though, as he stood in my
kitchen, wearing only those thin little shorts, the t-shirt discarded in the
night, with his little dick still making a noticable impression on the front
even though it was soft. When I had felt it hard in my hand the night
before, it had seemed impressive for his age, maybe even four inches long,
though really I'd rather have checked with a ruler, just to make sure...
That day was to be an icebreaker for us both. I knew how much Daniel loved
swimming, so I'd planned to take him across town to a huge leisure centre
that was great for kids. As soon as Daniel learned of the plan he was
excited, jumping up and down. It only took him a few minutes to get ready to
leave, running around to his house with the spare key I kept to his parents'
place and grabbing a towel and some trunks.
The pleasant surprise came at the pool, in the changing area. It was unisex,
but divided into cubicles. I had expected Daniel to disappear into a cubicle
of his own, but instead he took my hand and guided us to one of the larger
family rooms. I was worried for a minute what people would think, but then
it occurred to me that we must simply have looked like a father and son at
the pool. I watched him as we changed, unabashedly taking in everything he
had to offer. For his part, Daniel stayed naked a lot longer than he had to,
and I noticed that by the time he'd pulled his trunks on he was a little
stiff. I was absolutely raging hard by this point, and there was no way I
could go out into the pool area. Daniel watched with keen interest as I got
changed, slightly wide-eyed at the size of my dick (which actually isn't
very big at all). He was totally uninhibited about watching, and I began to
get the feeling that he knew exactly what was happening between us.
There was no way I could leave the cubicle in the state I was in. I shrugged
my shoulders while looking down at the bulge in my trunks, which set Daniel
giggling, a delightful sound I never tired of hearing.
Then he did something I will never forget. With a sly grin on his face, he
looked at me lopsidedly, as if weighing me up, and then moved towards me. No
longer looking up at my face, concentrating instead on my waistline, Daniel
reached out and grabbed the waitband of my trunks and pulled them out and
down, forcing them to my knees, and then beyond to fall on the floor.
Purposefully, he grabbed my shaft in his little hand, fingers curling around
the meat of it near the head, and started rhythmically pumping up and down.
I nearly collapsed on the spot. Daniel was putting a lot of effort into the
wank, and the sight of him standing there moving his arm up and down
instantly became the new most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I had no concept
at the time of how much this would be outdone later in our relationship, but
right then I could have quite happily died and not regretted a thing.
I didn't die, though, I came. My legs shook and threatened to give way, my
heart was in my mouth, and very suddenly my boy was covered in semen. It
went all over his arm and shoulder, eliciting a little 'eww' noise as he saw
the damage, then another giggle. My towel was quickly enlisted to wipe up
the mess, and as soon as I was decent again, no longer hard, Daniel was all
little boy again, keen to be out in the pool, playing. That ability to
switch between boy and sexual being, and to have both happily coexist within
him, was one of the defining characteristiscs of our relationship while it
lasted.
The evening was to be no less interesting, or exciting. I spent a lot of the
rest of the day semi-hard, especially when, every so often, Daniel would
leer at me, glance down at my crotch, and then laugh to himself. He enjoyed
the nature of the game, and that's what it was to him, a joyful game to be
played at my expense. To think that he had no idea what he was doing would
be ridiculous. He fully understood the effect he was having on me, and what
its implications were, and he was loving it.
That evening we sat down to watch TV, content to just sit there and watch
whatever Saturday evening threw at us. Daniel leaned into me as we watched,
but clearly it wasn't enough for him, because after a while of leaning on me
he got up and moved into a lying position, head on my lap, legs stretched
along the length of the sofa. His head in my lap right above my already
half-hard dick had the expected effect, and soon it was being painfully
squashed down one leg of my trousers. I decided that Daniel needed shifting
before he did any permanent damage, and so I lifted his head up and moved
around until he was in front of me on the sofa, and I was lying behind him,
arms wrapped around.
We lay motionless for a while, my now-free dick resting along Daniel's
backside, his chlorine-smelling hair beneath my chin, so soft. Ocassionally
he would hunch back slightly into me, as if making sure I was still hard. I
couldn't believe there were only a few layers of clothing between me and
Daniel, especially down there where Daniel's thin shorts were pushed into
his arse crack.
After a while of this, with my pants now totally soaked with pre-cum that
had slowly been dribbling out the whole time, Daniel stretched and yawned,
and finally spoke.
'Do you think I need a bath tonight?'
It seemed an odd question for a young boy to ask, but we'd been swimming,
and to tell the truth he could do with losing the pool smell.
'Sure,' I replied, not expecting the next question.
'Do you need one too?'
Ah, so that's where this was going. Ok, I thought, no problem, we could play
that game if he liiked.
'Yeah, I probably should.'
'You know,' he said, a little childish guile entering his voice, 'we could
have one together, save water, that kind of thing.'
Now he knew he had me, not that I hadn't seen it coming. The water-saving
thing was a little stroke of genius from him, because I'd spent some time
that summer extolling to him the virtues of environmental protection,
especially with water restrictions expected for the summer again. I didn't
point out to him that baths are a lot more wasteful than showers - I wasn't
stupid...
'Ok, let's do it,' I said, setting my own heart beating like a drum.
Daniel went ahead of me up the stairs, his beautiful backside outlined in
his thin shorts, so close and lovely that I nearly reached out and grabbed a
handful. He probably wouldn't have minded, on reflection, but I didn't want
to force things, I wanted him to go at his own pace.
Once in the bathroom, Daniel was quick to turn the taps on and dump in a
capful of bubblebath, which quickly turned into a decent mountain of foam.
He was totally un-self-conscious about stripping off, this time revelaing
that for once he wasn't hard. I thought for a moment that possibly I'd
misinterpreted what was happening here, and that this was an innocent
occasion, but Daniel pushed all thoughts of that kind from my mind - when he
realised he was still soft, a hand automatically went down and started
tugging on his penis,and within moments it had shot up from a little
shrivelled thing to a decent few inches. Daniel continued to idly play with
himself while he watched me undress, the mischevious smile back on his face
as I unveiled my own dick, which was in no need of helping to get hard.
I'd expected us to sit facing each other, but as soon as I'd settled into
the hot water, leaning back against one end of the bath, Daniel joined me,
sitting just in front of me. He wiggled about a bit, clearly enjoying the
sensation of my hardness on his lower back, before settling back into me,
and closing his eyes contentedly. The bubblebath had made us both quite
slippery, and the feeling of his flesh, so soft and smooth against my own,
was heavenly. As he leaned back against me, I took the opportunity to run my
soapy hands all over his torso, up and down, from his collarbone to his
lower tummy, revelling in the feel of him. Daniel, as an active boy, had a
firm chest and tummy, but with a little baby fat still in place, and it felt
amazing to massage him like this.
His little nipples were quite hard, and though not really sensitive, had
enough feeling in them to cause him pleasure. As I ran my hands lower down
his abdomen, Daniel's hips would lift out of the water, straining to make my
hand make contact with his most intimate regions. Finally I could hold off
no longer, and stopped teasing him, running my hand down over his pubic
mound and wrapping my fingers around his shaft as I stroked him from root to
tip, pinching and pulling slightly on his overhanging foreskin as I reached
the top. Daniel gasped, and urgently pushed his dick back into my hand,
lifting himself well clear of the water. I moved my legs together beneath
him, so that when he came down again, he was sitting on my lap, the tailbone
of his spine pressed into the underside of my raging hard shaft. Like this,
the whole of the front of Daniel's body was exposed, and I revelled in the
exposure as I slowly wanked him off, taking my time, enjoying the feel of
the hard nail of flesh in my hand.
My free hand found itself stroking Daniel's side, and then working around to
cup an arse cheek in one hand. I realised that my fingertips were close to
his hole, and slowly brushed them backwards and forwards, edging closer.
When finally I made contact with the puckered, wrinkled skin, Daniel gasped
again, this time even louder, and followed it with a drawn out groan. His
eyes were clamped tightly shut, and he was in exstacy, mouth hanging open
and breath coming in ragged gasps. His hips, of their own accord, moved
right, forcing the fintertips I had in his crack even further in, implicitly
allowing me the access I craved.
I was slow about easing a finger into him. I wanted to take it carefully,
and at a pace he was comfotable with. His relaxation in the hot water and
the slipperiness of the bubblebath made it much easier than I thought it
might have been, and within a few minutes I was as far into Daniel as I
could go with my middle finger.
I eased it in and out a few times, causing Daniel to squirm in pleasure. I'd
never really understood anal sex before, because I just found it
uncomfortable, but I knew that for some of my gay friends, there was no
better feeling in the world. I realised that Daniel was getting the kind of
pleasure they did, and decided to see if he could accept a little more. My
index finger slowly joined my middle finger, and Daniel took it without
complaint, happy to feel so full and stretched back there. When a third
finger went in, Daniel went stiff and shivered for a moment, and I thought
he had come and would stop, but instead he waited a few more seconds before
pushing his backside down onto my fingers.
For a few minutes I just slowly worked my fingers in and out of Daniel's
arse, revelling in the soft warmth of his interior, and getting off on the
way that my dick was trapped between my stomach and the base of his
squirming back. I was really getting into it when Daniel suddenly stopped
and lifted himself free. I thought for sure that this time he was done, but
instead he reached down and brushed my hand aside, and grabbed my dick.
Steadying himself with one hand on the side of the tub, he sat down on the
head of my dick as I just lay there in a daze, wondering if this was really
happening.
I knew it must be when my dick was enveloped in the warmest, softest and yet
incredibly tightest place it had ever been. Only the head was in to start
with, and I stopped Daniel to ask if he really wanted this, and to reassure
him that I loved him even if he didn't do it. He just grunted, and pushed
out with his arse muscles, and down onto me with his weight, and I sunk a
little deeper.
I've never had a massive dick, and the warmth of the bath had relaxed
Daniel, and the bubblebath made us both very slippery, and so without too
much ceremony I actually bottomed out in Daniel. I'd heard of this happening
when men had sex, but I didn't think it could happen in a boy's arse. But
before long, Daniel was sitting in my lap, arse on my soaked pubes, and
leaning back into me.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight, and he grabbed my forearms,
squeezing. For a while we just sat there, Daniel's arse occasionally
twitching, sending jolts of pleasure through my dick. After a while, my
natural drives took over, though, and I started thrusting in and out
slightly. It was such intense pleasure that I knew I couldn't last long, and
I didn't, coating the inside of Daniel's bowels with my semen in fairly
short order. Daniel hadn't come by this point, so I wanked him hard and
fast, splashing up water and foam, and within a couple of minutes he was
shaking and jerking on top of me, and my dick, still half buried in his
arse, was expelled as it twitched in time.
Daniel let out a huge sigh and collapsed into me, and fell asleep right
there in the bath, contented. He woke again a few minutes later, stretching,
still tired but again now a boy, full of cheekiness, no sign that he'd just
been fucked. Not wanting to distrub him, I acted like he did, as though
nothing had just happened. It went that way for the rest of our time
together, neither of us talking about the sex we had in case it broke some
kind of spell, in case it made us realise that we shouldn't in fact be doing
it.
Daniel slept with me in my big double bed that night, a small, warm presence
to my right, curled up a little bit. He was hardly a morning person, so it
surprised me a little to be woken by his hand tugging on my morning
erection. I badly needed a piss, and told him so, and a delighted Daniel
bounded after me to watch, and eventually join in, mingling his stream with
mine. I was horny as hell, a common state in the morning, and when we went
downstairs to watch cartoons at Daniel's behest, I had him sit on my lap,
soft, warm cheeks wrapped around my erection, two thin layers of cotton
separating our flesh.
I wrapped my arms around Daniel and wasted no time slipping a hand inside
the front of his shorts. He didn't seem to mind at all, but nor did he
immediately stop watching TV and get into the sex play. He just sat there on
my lap, letting me molest him, occasionally wiggling his hips. Perhaps he
was aware that he was tormenting me with the friction of his rear end on my
absolutely rock-hard shaft.
After a few minutes of slowly fondling him, when he was about as hard as he
was ever going to get, I decided to try something new. I'd never sucked a
dick in my life, but now I desperately wanted to suck Daniel's. I picked him
up and put him down on the couch, which got a questioning look from him,
which I answered simply by kneeling in front of him and pulling off his
shorts. I became sure he knew what was coming, because he gave me a big
smile and leaned back, expossing his short, hard shaft to me.
I worshipped it for a minute, just taking in the sight of it, more erotic to
me that anything I'd known. It was perfection itself, straight as a ruler,
just less than four inches long by my reckoning, and with a beautiful pucker
of foreskin hanging over the end which rolled back easily onto his shaft. My
first lick was slow and steady, all the way from the base of it to the tip,
my tongue sharpened to a point and teasing him all the way. I repeated this
a couple of times, but with my tongue soft and enveloping on the upstroke,
before I decided it was now-or-never, and plunged the flesh into my mouth.
I knew from that moment that sucking a boy's dick is simply the greatest
pleasure it's possible to give, for both parties. While I savoured the tase
and texture, Daniel gasped at the feeling of my suction on him. I knew how
it should go, having received the odd blow job in my life, and went to town
on Daniel to make sure it was memorable. It took a while to get him off -
boys seem to take much longer than men to get off this way - but the effort
was worth it, as Daniel experienced quite possibly the most impressive
orgasm I've ever seen a male of the species have. His hips bucked wildly,
his penis grew even harder and jolted in my mouth, and his hands gripped the
edge of the seat cushion until his knuckles turned white from the effort. As
his duck grew super-sensitive, my head was pushed off and he collapsed back
onto the sofa, his privates glistening and rapidly softening, but still
exposed to the world.
I got back up onto the sofa and sat down next to Daniel, an arm going around
his shoulders, drawing him close to me. He recovered after a few minutes,
reaching down to pull up his shorts, befopre snuggling into me, his arm
across my stomach. After a while, the arm began to slip downwards, and I
gasped as it came into contact with my rock-hard dick. Daniel seemed to be
paying little attention to what he was doing, slowly moving the arm around,
but it was sufficient to have me filling my pants again within a couple of
minutes, so hyped up was I from sucking him off.
He left that afternoon when his mum turned up to collect him, turning around
and giving me a wink as he went, and a rather lascivious grin. I realised
that I'd forgotten to swear him to secrecy, but then realised that I
probably wouldn't have to, that he would understand the implications of what
we'd done.
Daniel turned up a couple of days later, bustling past me into the house as
if he owned the place. Well, I owned it, and he owned me, so I suppose in a
round-about way he did own the place! He needed to use the computer, but
told me that under no circumstances was I to be in the room with him, so I
left him to it and returned to painting the attic, which I was in the
process of cleaning up so it could be a new study. I heard giggling coming
from downstairs, and assumed that something fun was going on, but Daniel had
told me not to get involved.
My resolve lasted all of about five miunutes, before I just had to find out
what was going on. The door had been closed, but I thanked the Lord I had
decided to keep some of the older features of the house, such as the doors
with their improbably large keyholes. I could see practically all of the
room, and most importantly Daniel with his pants off, stroking away. I
thought at first he must have just been looking at porn or something,
judging by the motion on the screen, but when I took a closer look, I
realised that it was a messenger window, and he was watching a webcam. It
took a moment to adjust my mind to what was happening on the screen, but
when it became clear I almost had a heart atack. There on the computer was a
young boy and girl most definitely naked, and playing games with each other.
The screen blurred as the boy got up, and when it came into focus again, his
dick was just being slipped into the smiling mouth of the girl. She sucked
him for a few moments before pulling off, and then the shot again went out
of focus as she stood up. I'd never before seen a pre-pubescent girl's
privates, and suddenly I was not only intrigued, but incredibly excited. She
split her lips, showing a really quite large protuberance I assumed to be
her clit, and then leaned back a little, spreading herself even further to
show of her hole. One of the boy's hands came in from off screen, index
finger extended, and pushed easily into the glistening hole, which swallowed
him to the knuckle. He pumped in and out a couple of times before
withdrawing the finger and getting his face into shot so he could be seen
sucking her juices off.
That was it for me, I came as silently as I could, filling my pants so much
that it started running down my leg. As quickly and quietly as I could, I
made my way to my bedroom, stripping off and cleaning myself up before
putting new pants on. When I emerged, the study door was open again, and
there was nothing more than a normal messenger window open, and Daniel was
chatting away to a friend. He heard me passing and turned around to me,
smiling and flush-faced, before turning back to the computer and continuing.
I went back to my work, trying to concentrate, but it was hard with the
memories of what had just happened going through my mind. A few weeks
previously, I'd no idea that I even liked boys, and now it turned out that
I'd really been turned on by the sight of a young girl involved in the
lewdest of activities. I suddenly realised that I wanted to see so much more
than that, that I wanted to be involved with her as well, and with the other
boy that had been on the screen. I wanted all of them, Daniel most of all,
because I really did care for him, but the others too, if that was possible.
I found the message log that evening. Without speakers or a microphone,
they'd still had to type as the show went on. It turned out that I'd finally
seen the face of MattB...

MattB1995: dude, u made it!
Danstar: yeh, course. cudn't miss u an sarah, cud i?
MattB1995: lol, yeh :)
Danstar: so ur sis likes it huh?
MattB1995; yeh, luvs it. watch...

Then there was a pause in the chat for something to be shown off, judging by
the jump in timestamp on the log. Then...

Danstar: dude, thats amazin!
MattB1995: :) yeh, i no!
Danstar: she let u touch her too?
MattB1995: yeh, look!

Pause...

Danstar: wow, wish i cud do that...
MattB1995: sarah says she wud let u
Danstar: wow, kewl, when can i come over?
MattB1995: :D lol, netime u want!
Danstar: lol
MattB1995: got 2 go, mum n dad r home
Danstar: ok, laters
MattB1995: laters

Damn, I nearly came again just reading it. I guessed that Sarah would have
to be either the same age as Matt, or a little younger, to still be as
young-looking as she was, although I couldn't really tell from experience.
Either way, the little sex party that had involved Dan and his friend had
now definitely gone bisexual, and I wanted in. The only problem was figuring
out how to do it. And, as far as I knew, Daniel hadn't said anything to his
friend about the two of us.
I didn't get close to Daniel sexually for some time after that. He was still
around, and occsionally would flirt a little with me, so I wasn't too
concerned that he had changed his mind about our contact, it just never
seemed to be the right occasion to do anything. I tried to learn as much as
I could about the friend Matt without actually admitting that I knew his
name. Eventually Daniel gave me a little nugget of information, a little
jewel that opened up a whole new world of possibilities.
It was while I was having dinner with the family, a fairly regular activity,
that he threw me the line I needed. He was talking about Matt and his sister
Sarah, and using the wheedling voice that meant he was about to ask
something big. He was telling us that Matt and Sarah's parents were going
away for a couple of days, and how they had a stupid babysitter they didn't
like, and how he never really asked for any of his friends to stay over
(which wasn't stretching the truth too far...), and eventually just came out
with it.
'So, can they come and stay here?'
His motyher sighed rather theatrically.
'I suppose so. When is it?'
'The weekend after next,' Daniel, replied, now grinning happily. I noticed,
but probably only because my dirty mind was tuned to this kind of thing,
that Daniel's right hand disappeared under the table ever so briefly, and
his arm muscles tensed, and I was almost certain he'd just given his
erection a little squeeze. His mother's response, though, soon crushed the
ideas blossoming in his head.
'Well, we can't do it then,' she said, 'we're meant to be going up to London
that weekend. I told you that last week.'
Daniel looked crestfallen, and it was for more than the reason his parents
thought. I had a solution in mind, but I was wondering if I could get away
with it.
'Maybe I can help,' I started. Sally looked at me quizically. I plunged on
before I lost my nerve.
'Sally, you were telling me yesterday that Daniel would probably just be
bored in London while you and Jim went around the galleries. Maybe he could
stay with me, and his friends could have a sleep-over.'
'Are you completely out of your mind?!' she replied. I thought for one
horrible moment that she was going to add 'you're a pedophile!' on the end
of the sentence, but that wasn't what she was thinking.
'Three kids, for two nights? You'll be destroyed, man!'
Ah, that was it eh? She didn't think I was up to the challenge.
'You don't think I can cope?' I asked, letting just the right injured tone
enter my voice. Sally just laughed.
'Yeah, right, you'll be able to cope. Of course you will! Fine, we'll do
that, Daniel can stay with you, and I'll let Sandra know you'll look after
their kids too. Poor bastard...'
I laughed along, but the laughter in my mind was a little naughtier than
that on the outside.
The days passed agonisingly slowly. I got the house ready for my guests,
setting up a room in which all the kids could sleep. Daniel usually went to
bed with me if he was staying over, but I thought for appearance's sake we'd
better do things a little more normally, just in case Daniel wasn't
comfortable with our situation being public, or the other kids freaked.
Besides, giving them a room to themselves made it more likely that something
would happen between them, and I'd made provision for just that occurrence,
with a carefully concealed video camera pointing into the room.
The kids turned up on my door on the Friday afternoon, fresh from school and
eager to make as much noise as they could. Matt and Sarah looked a little
unsure of me as they walked through the door, but Daniel reassurred them
that I was 'cool', and gave me a hug as if to prove it. Matt greeted me with
a big cheeky smile, and shook my proferred hand, but Sarah still held back a
little, and blushed cutely when Daniel introduced her.
I'd learned from Sally that Matt was a few months older than Daniel, and
Sarah about a year younger, which made him almost twelve and her about ten
and a half. It was quite obvious without even having seen what had
transpired on the webcam that neither had entered puberty yet, and I caught
myself thinking that was a good thing. The longer it went, the more
perverted I was getting, it seemed. I tried to get a grip on myself, and
returned my mind to the task in hand - looking after three lively kids for a
couple of days.
The evening's entertainment was an easy choice to make - Daniel had already
mentioned that he really wanted to go to the cinema, so off we went. The
whole time we were out, Daniel stuck close to me, treating me a bit like a
father figure. I was paranoid about what people might think, but in truth it
must have just looked like a dad out with his son and a couple of friends,
nothing more sinister than that. The film was packed with kids, being the
latest CG cartoon of choice, and there were plenty of parents there with
their kids. I got a couple of 'you too, eh?' looks from the dads, and
returned them, pretending that I wasn't enjoying being out with Daniel, his
soft, warm hand held in mine.
About half way through the film I realised that I was depserate to take a
leak, and headed to the toilets. It seemed I wasn't the only one, and I was
surrounded by kids of varying ages. The stalls were both occupied, and a few
kids waited for them to become free, but the ones that either hadn't learned
to be too modest, or didn't care, happily pissed either side of me. I took
longer than maybe I should have done, glancing to either side and getting an
eyeful of three separate dicks (including one that was way too big for its
owner and wouldn't have looked out of place on a boy five years his senior),
and as I left, my dick slightly swollen, I reflected again that my descent
into perversion had been rather rapid.
The rest of the film was a washout - the kids laughed a lot, I chuckled
occasionally at the usual subtleties put in by the film-makers to keep the
parents sane, and we went home.
The kids seemed pretty wired from the film, so I sat them down in front of
the TV for a while and just let them chatter away, until I could tell they
were beginning to tire. They must have been pretty knackered, because there
was hardly a protest at all when I told them it was time to go to bed. The
darker, more sinister part of my mind reminded me that there might be other
reasons to be happy about going to bed, but I tried to push those thoughts
down. I reminded myself that before the weekend I'd said to myself that I
would be happy just getting soemthing on tape to watch later, and that I
needn't get involved and freak the kids out.
I went to bed a short while later, not really because I felt tired, but just
because I couldn't concentrate on anything else. About half an hour later a
very tired-looking Daniel stumbled into my room and crawled into bed, and
was asleep in my arms before I'd even had time to rearrange the covers. I
couldn't be sure what had happened in the other room, but Daniel positively
reeked of something musky, which I assumed must have been the smell of Sarah
on his fingers. It took all the willpower I possessed not to wake Daniel up
and have sex with him right there and then.
As it turned out, Daniel was the one to do the waking the next morning, by
the simple expedient of placing his mouth over my dick and sucking hard. I
awoke with a groan, annoyed to be disturbed from what promised to be a very
nice dream, and then delighted when I discovered why the dream has suddenly
turned so erotic. I could only see Daniels feet and ankles sticking out from
the covers near my head, the rest of him was buried beneath, a curved lump
that ended in another that grew and shrank as he bobbed up and down. The
feeling was incredible. I'd had more talented blow-jobs in my life, most
notably from a young guy in a gay bar when I wasn't even looking for it, but
there was something about the heat in Daniel's mouth, about the way that his
lips were tight on my shaft, about the very fact that it was him doing it,
in such a childlike manner under the sheets, that sent me over the edge in
such a big way. I pumped and pumped and pumped, releasing what must have
seemed like gallons of the stuff, and the whole time Daniel's mouth stayed
glued to my dick, finally drawing off with pressure from his lips as I began
to deflate.
Daniel appeared with a grin a moment later, turning around and snuggling
into me, poking me with his little spike of an erection, and grinning up at
me. There was nowhere for him to have spat out my semen, so I guessed that
he must have swallowed it all, which impressed me mightily. We hugged for a
while before, upon hearing voices from the other room, Daniel hurriedly
slipped out of bed and headed to the toilet.
It would turn out to be the last time that Daniel and I were seriously
intimate. Something changed after that weekend, and the video I took in the
spare room might well have held a clue as to why. Almost as soon as I was
free of the kids, I rushed upstairs to retrieve the camera and rewind the DV
tape. I'd set it running by remote control, and then just left the tape to
run for two hours while the kids did whatever it was they were going to do.
Luckily for me they left the main light on - the camera had a low-light
system, but it never worked very well. But there they were, coming into the
room and shutting the door behind themselves. I could see that Daniel was
quite nervous, which he never seemed to be around me. The microphone on the
camera was too covered up to pick up any audio, and I think the kids would
have been whispering anyway, so I fast-forwarded through quite a lot of
conversation.
The bit that made me stop the tape and hit play was when Daniel suddenly got
up on his knees and grabbed the front of his shorts. It was quite obvious
that by this point he was hard, his fist grasping the pole that I had so
lovingly fingered and sucked. He didn't seem too keen to pull his pants
down, but after a short conversation, he seemed to make up his mind and did
so. He lifted up his t-shirt too, so the others could get a good view. Matt
seemed to have seen it all before, and instead watched his sister for her
respponse. Sarah looked intrigued, and I discovered why a few moments later
as Matt was also persuaded to drop his pants. His dick was significantly
smaller than Daniels, probably only a couple of inches hard, so Daniel's
must have been the biggest Sarah had ever seen.
After what appeared to be a little coaxing, the girl reached out and grabbed
Daniel's dick, giving it a few strokes automatically, seemingly knowledgable
about what boys liked. I could see rather than hear Daniel gasping, then
looking down to see what Sarah was doing. She obviously ran out of interest
after a little while, sitting up and letting go. Almost immediately Daniel's
hand replaced hers, keeping the good feeling going, and I could see all
three of them laugh.
There was a little more conversation, before Sarah started to look a little
uncomfortable. She was coaxed by her brrother, though, probably bringing up
the fact that she'd seen Daniel naked, and before long she was sitting back
with her bottom half naked and her legs stretched out on the floor in front
of her. Daniel seemed a little hesitant, but when Sarah lay back on her
elbows, bringing her knees up and letting them fall to the side, he was
straight into inspect what she had there. I couldn't see much on the film,
but after a couple of minutes I saw Daniel sitting up, a hand still between
Sarah's legs, and point with his other hand, saying something to Matt. If
you looked closely, and paused the film in just the right place, you could
see Daniel's index finger was buried in Sarah's vagina up to the hand, and
he was grinning. After a little more exploration, he pulled away, and Sarah
sat back up, not bothyering to put her stuff back on. There seemed to be
some debate, with Sarah shaking her head several times, the last time quite
indignantly, before finally shrugging her shoulders, either acquiescing or
agreeing to some lesser act. Whichever it was, Daniel sat back on his
haunches and put his hands on the floor behind him, and Sarah, albeit a
little hesitantly, went to work on his dick. It obviously wasn't the best
blow-job in the world, because Daniel looked rather bored and pushed Sarah
off himself after only a minute or so. He seemed to say something to Matt,
and the slightly older boy came over to him, dropping to his hands and knees
and sucking on Daniel's dick. This had the desired effect, and Daniel looked
like he was in heaven. Sarah sat back and watched, idly fingering herself,
but not with the apparent intention of having an orgasm.
Daniel was really getting into it, but stopped Matt for a minute to get him
to lie down, then took up the 69 position. Watching the two of them writhing
on the floor, heads between each other's legs, was an amazing sight. Sarah
also seemed to be getting into her masturbation a little more heavily, her
hips rising to meet her fingers, and eventually one of them finding its way
into her tight vagina. As she neared orgasm and finally went over the top,
the two boys were disengaging. I have no idea if either of them came, but
they both looked fairly satisfied, and their dicks deflated quite quickly.
That was it on the sex front, unfortunately. They all looked a bit sheepish
now that the deed was done, and quickly got into their pyjamas and into bed.
I rewound the tape and timed my spurting to coincide with the moment that
Sarah's hips bucked up hard, and covered myself in a very copious load.
It would be easy to drift into the ultimate fantasy here, to relate that I
managed to get all three kids to have sex with me, that I shoved my big hard
dick into Sarah's pussy and made her scream in pleasure, but it didn't
happen. Actually, that weekend, which I had hoped would be the catalyst for
amazing things, ended up destroying the sexual relationship between Matt and
I. I learned from him a couple of weeks later that he and Sarah were a bit
of an item, and rather than being the boy I was having sex with, he became
the boy who confided in me about what he and she had done. Those stories he
told me became the fodder for so many masturbation episodes, just like the
video, and kept me going until I next managed to snare a boy. Daniel was my
first, and the best boy I've ever been with, but I'm glad he found what he
really wanted in Sarah.

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