Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2012 15:51:32 +0000
From: Justin Woodward <kewtieboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gary Grows Up

Gary Grows Up
by
kewtieboy

(MMT/oral/anal)

This story starts off talking about young boys but to save some time it
does not involve sex with underage boys. It is, however, a rather odd story
and I often worry how often in life the scenario actually happens.

My partner and I moved into the current house almost 17 years ago. It's
close to city centre and is in a pedestrianised courtyard development. The
mix of two and three bedroom terraced villas means that there are some
young families and also a few single or retired people. All were friendly
and welcoming.

One such lady had taken early retirement from a bank and she became quite
friendly. One day I popped in to see her and found a couple of young boys
playing around on her floor.


"My grandsons," she explained.

The boys looked to be aged about 5 and 6 and were full of the usual energy
playing with toy cars on the floor as we talked. The older boy, Gary, was
very attention seeking and kept coming over to show me his car and
interrupting our conversation. He was a pretty little lad with short blonde
hair and as he showed me the car he stared at me in an odd sort of way
before running back to "drive" around on the carpet.

When I returned home, I told my partner about the encounter and said to
him, "That lad is gay!"

"Don't be so bloody stupid," he said. "As far as I know Gaydar doesn't kick
in at 6 and anyway most little boys are slightly effeminate at that age."

The odd thing was, he wasn't effeminate, just giving off the kind of Gaydar
you normally get when looking across a bar. Obviously there was no sexual
chemistry and I had no interest in him apart from curiosity.

The neighbour usually visited her daughter so the boys only came to her
house infrequently. As such I was not aware of them until an almost
identical situation arose around 2 years later. This time, the younger boy
was out playing in the garden and Gary was in the house and answered the
door. Again he ran off to get his grandmother and sat around as we spoke,
showing off and involving himself in the conversation. This time, he was
slightly effeminate, brushing his hair from his eyes as he talked.

A similar conversation happened with my partner when I returned home.

As Gary got older, I noticed by the time he was around 13/14 he would visit
his grandmother separately from his brother as well as together but while
his brother kicked a ball around, Gary would stay in the house. As his
voice broke, the effeminacy became more apparent. He was an stunningly
beautiful boy in a girly way and would always talk a little louder than he
had to in an effort to attract attention. Not for one moment did I find him
sexually attractive nor, to be honest, did he look as though he had any
sexual interest in me.

The next benchmark in this story was when he was 16. His mother had
divorced and met another guy who moved in with her. The new guy didn't like
and felt "uncomfortable" with Gary and Gary ended up staying in his
grandma's spare room much to her annoyance. This is when Gary really moved
onwards and upwards. By now he was around 6 feet tall and started to dress
more and more outlandishly. The hair was dyed a different colour every
month and clothes became almost asexual.

Gary went to University and, I assume, discovered sex since his poor
grandmother became demented with his late returning at night and weekends
of going missing. Now slightly more streetwise, Gary's chats with me when I
visited his mother were definitely more of the "I know what you are" type
of conversations.

Gary was now 19 and one day his Gran, who must have guessed about me by
this time, told me he had met a new boyfriend and was moving in to his
flat. She was ecstatic!

Gary's love affair with his boyfriend, who seemed to be old enough to
almost be his father, lasted 6 months and soon he was back at Gran's house.
Now I did look at Gary in a slightly different light. He 'looked' sexual
and smiled at us both is a sexual way when he passed. He was now a man, of
course but in a girly sort of way!

My boyfriend though slim, preferred "men" and though he agreed that Gary
was good looking responded to any comments about him with "you can shag him
but I'm not."


I was knocking on to my late forties and considered myself lucky to be with
a thirty-something boyfriend so to think that a 19 year old might be
interested in anything but flirting was stupid anyway.

Gran was going off for a week and had tried everything to persuade her
daughter or more likely daughter's new sleeping partner, to take him back,
even for a week but to no avail. Gary wasn't the most organised person, so
she said, and she feared he would flood the place or worse while she was
away. Anyway she had to go so dragged me across to her house the night
before she left.

"Now Steve here will be watching you. As you know his house overlooks ours
so you need to behave while I'm away. Don't have any parties, watch who you
bring into my house and make sure you get up for work!"

The tirade went on and Gary and I smiled at each other as she did so until
finally she ran out of rules.

Gary could quite easily enter the house by the rear door so me "watching
his every move," was pretty academic. However by day 3 all was well and I
hadn't even seen him. She had left on a Wednesday and I assumed would
return the following one. Gary valued his new found job so was unlikely to
have wild parties on a Wednesday or Thursday night anyway. I thought I
should perhaps watch more carefully on Friday or Saturday though.

Friday seemed fine. The house was in darkness for the early part of the
evening and when the lights went on it was only 10.00pm, very respectable
for a 19 year old. We changed into dressing gowns, grabbed a glass of wine
and settled down to watch a movie.

It was 10.30pm when all hell let loose. I could hear shouting outside and
went to the door to find Gary shouting at some guy who was standing in his
front garden. The guy looked a little younger than me and was busily trying
to pull on his shoes and a jacket at the same time while Gary, shirt
unbuttoned to his waist and belt open at the top of his trousers was busily
telling him to "piss off." Gary was slightly drunk, not incapable but
definitely had been drinking.

My partner and I went to his rescue like the heroes we were.

"Think you can fuck me just because I arranged to meet you -- well you're
wrong so fuck off!"

He was screaming a little too loudly for the neighbourhood and I was also
concerned that the local curtain twitchers might think he was talking to
me.

The guy, whilst not particularly attractive, was also not particularly
threatening either and was off down the street.


"Calm down Gary, are you OK?"

"Yeh I'm fine. I arranged to meet the guy on Gaydar and he said he was
athletic, slim and good looking. He was none of these but I thought I
should at least offer him a drink even though I told him he wasn't my
type. He took the invitation to mean something else and started to strip
me. When he stuck his little cock in my face I blew up!"

"Are you OK," I asked again.

"A bit shaken," he said, "In case he comes back."

I looked at my partner and said to Gary, "Why not pop over to ours for an
hour and we'll open a bottle of wine to calm your nerves."

He quickly grabbed the keys and followed us across to the house, plonking
himself on the chair and quickly glugging the first glass offered. As I sat
opposite I was aware that his shirt was still unbuttoned to his waist and
his fly still open. I could see the turquoise band of his underwear at the
top and a pink and pale green stripe of the lower fabric through his fly
front. My partner didn't miss it either, looking at me and smirking.

Gary's body was slim, his ribcage noticeable and his pale skin was
completely hairless. His longish blonde hair had also led to him having
some freckles on his arms and across his shoulders.

At that moment my cock started to rise.

"God I don't need this," I thought. "The lad's just had a traumatic
experience, I'm old enough to be his dad and my partner sitting beside me
doesn't fancy him and on top of that I have a stiffy looking at his pants!"

Gary looked across at Dan, my partner and said, "Are you bottom or top?"

I thought Dan might have been embarrassed but he cooly said, "Both!"

"Nice dick," he said nodding in Dan's direction.

I looked and realised Dan's cock was visible as his dressing gown was
slightly open. He closed his legs.

"I wouldn't have screamed if it had been you two in the house, "he said,
the drink obviously calming him. "I love being fucked and was looking
forward to it tonight. Been preparing all afternoon."

Now my cock was sticking straight out and Gary noticed it poking from my
dressing gown.

"Wow now that IS big," he said as I tried in vain to make it tuck in
between my legs.

He slid his jeans down and showed firstly a patch or red blonde hair and
then his cock popped out. This was around 7 inches long, an impressive
length, but was slim and uncut with a little rosette of foreskin on the
top. It was solid and, as his slid his jeans and briefs down further, two
heavy little balls sagged between his legs hanging low. He opened his legs
and the ring of his arse was visible, a circle of darker skin around it
suggested that Gary was used to taking cock.

I waited for Dan to blow his top but instead, he stood up and slid his gown
off leaving him stark naked instantly.

"If you need it, who am I to deny you," he said.

Dan's slim body looked good. A little muscle where he needed it, his short
dark hair with little tight curls and a patch of dark hair on his chest
tracing down to his cock. Like me, he was also uncut and his cock matched
Gary's in length but was slightly thicker and curved gently upwards as he
stood there.

I followed his lead and we both stood in from of Gary naked. I was blessed
with a thick cock, just under 8 inches long and was looking forward to the
possibility of fucking someone who wouldn't scream blue murder at first
entry.

Gary now stood stark naked in front of us, his youth apparent alongside our
older bodies. It felt kind of weird that I was standing naked, about to
fuck the little lad I saw playing with his toys all those years ago.

"Now Steve," I thought, "Let's not allow guilt stop you getting the shag of
a lifetime."

I took his hand and led him upstairs with Dan following.

Gary was a horny, if slightly inexperienced, addition to our bed. He
pounced on me kissing like a hungry animal, his hands stroking my cock and
then dropping to his knees swallowing it until he gagged and then sucking
as though trying to feed himself from the tip. Dan stood alongside and he
grabbed his cock too, slurping us both at breakneck speed, running his
tongue under our balls. He panted as though out of breath while doing it
acting as though he had been without sex for ages.

I lifted him under the arms and put him across the bed, kneeling to take
his long thin cock in my mouth. Dan positioned himself at his head and
pushed his cock back in Gary's mouth.

I lifted Gary's legs and stuck my tongue in his arsehole. Boy was he sweet
and clean. He HAD spent the day preparing and he groaned as I stuck my
tongue as deeply in as I could trying to taste as much of this guy as I
could. Dan had reached down from his position at the head and gripped
Gary's cock working the stiff pole up and down his foreskin sliding back
revealing a pink cock slit before it disappeared again behind the ripples
of foreskin. Dan moved down to suck Gary's nipples, They weren't big, in
fact they were just little brown dots but they seemed to be sensitive as he
bucked around like a horse at a rodeo.

I remembered thinking, "This lad's going to be a wild fuck."

Gary rolled over and on to his knees kneeling to take Dan's cock in his
mouth again and offering his two perfect hairless globes once more to my
hungry tongue. I didn't need telling and once more buried my tongue as deep
into him as I could, holding his hips to steady his constant movement.

This went on for about 5 minutes before Gary surprised me by saying, "Fuck
Dan for me."

"Why?"  I asked.

"I've never seen a man being fucked before," he said.

Dan didn't need telling. He might be versatile but he loved being fucked

I lubed him taking some condoms out for what was to come later, as I took
it from the drawer. Dan knelt, raising his arse in the air for me and I
fingered some lubricant into him. Gary watched from the side, idly stroking
his cock. I decided to make a show of it so I rolled Dan on to his side so
that he was facing Gary with me behind.  I lifted his right leg and slowly
entered him bareback with Gary getting an uninterrupted view as my cock
slid effortlessly into Dan's hole.

"Fuck that's awesome," He said.

I started to fuck Dan with some vigour as Gary watched my every stroke and
then took his hand to grip my cock as I slid in and out if Dan. I found it
quite erotic being watched as I fucked my boyfriend and really got into
it. It was the rapidly approaching orgasm that brought me back to earth.

I slid out as Gary rolled back on to his knees. That's when I noticed Gary
had put a condom on his cock.

"Can I?" he asked.

He didn't really wait for the answer before his thin cock slid straight
into Dan. Dan wasn't saying "no" to a bonus fuck. Thankfully Gary was so
involved he didn't see me take my digital pics. I couldn't let this moment
passed without being recorded for posterity or at least for some future
wanking session!

As he fucked Dan, he told me he had never fucked a guy before. Being as
camp as he was, I wasn't surprised that no had had considered letting him
fuck them. There was something perverse about this 6 feet tall, thin camp
guy, with pierced ears, multi coloured hair and an effeminate way, sticking
his dick up my Dan's arse. Dan wasn't effeminate in any way and that made
it all the more fascinating to watch.

I let him fuck for a good ten minutes but the main course was waiting to be
served. I wanted Dan and I to screw his arse off!

I started to lubricate Gary while he was still fucking Dan. He easily took
first one, then two fingers and soon I had three fingers happily sliding in
his hole. He pulled out of Dan and rolled over on his knees almost doggy
fashion but with his buttocks raised seductively in the air, his rosebud
gaping open and ready as he looked over his shoulders at me.

"Ready?"  I asked.

"You bet," he said.

I pulled on a condom and started to push at his hole and was amazed just
how easily my cock slid in. Other than groans of pleasure there were no
other sounds from Gary. I quickly got up to speed and was soon hammering at
his hole with a vengeance. Gary was no virgin, that was sure.

As I fucked he stroked his cock, absolutely rigid in his hands.

"Do you fancy two cocks at once Gary?" I suggested.

This was something we had never done before but Gary's willing hole
suggested it might be capable of taking a lot more than just my cock.

"Ok," was all he said as though I had asked if he wanted a cup of coffee.

We laid him on his side and Dan faced him as he tucked his legs around
him. I lay behind and waited until Dan was well lubricated. I started the
entry and then held it as Dan started to push at his hole too. It took a
little squeezing and pushing and I had to keep slipping a couple of fingers
in along with my cock to widen him. Eventually both out cocks were halfway
up him. He was still moaning with pleasure.

If this had been Dan he would have been screaming in pain. We managed about
three quarters of our cocks in and started to ride him gently to ensure one
didn't pop out. The sensation of sliding against Dan's hard cock and Gary's
love tunnel was awesome and I was not going to hold out much
longer. Eventually I had to withdraw and leave Dan to fuck him properly
from the rear while I pulled off my condom and went to stick my cock in his
mouth. I so wanted to spray his face with cum.

As Dan announced he was going to cum, I gave Gary my load straight in his
face. Dan groaned as he thrust up Gary's hole and Gary seemed to ejaculate
without even touching his cock. The picture I took of his sweet face
covered in my cum was something I was going to cherish for some time.

He stayed the night and we had another quick session in the morning.

"Thanks for looking out for me last night," he said after breakfast.

"I'm glad we did," I replied.

"Would you look out for me again sometime soon," he continued.

"As long at Gran doesn't catch you slipping in here we'd be happy to have
you back."

We did have Gary back. Considering his age his appetite for wild and quite
varied sex knew no bounds and a great time was had by all for almost a year
before he found the man of his dreams. By that time the pair of us were
almost burned out anyway as Gary turned out to have a considerable sexual
appetite.

I kept thinking about the phrase, "Everything comes to he who waits," but
considering I hadn't actually been waiting, this was a bonus!



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