Date: Wed, 09 Jul 2003 09:51:24 +0100
From: John Stevens <ashkey37@hotmail.com>
Subject: Calvinism

C A L V I N S M

by John Stevens


Story Code/s: M/b (Mutual/oral/anal)


WARNING:

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy
with a fully consenting adult male. If this is not to your tastes,
or is illegal wherever you live, please read no further, unless you
wish to be educated and/or have an open mind.

No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no
rain-forests devastated, nor any harm done to the biosphere. In
particular, no boy was hurt in any way.

This story is pure and total fiction - designed to be read with one hand -
it's for entertainment purposes only!

Any resemblance to any individual, alive, dead or yet to be born,
is purely coincidental ... so there!

This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes:
except whether or not I can write an arousing story!
Like writers of murder stories, I do not necessarily approve
of any of the acts described here!

         "To the pure, all things are puer"

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	It was to be a simple day out in the country with my boy-friend,
but it turned out to be very much better than that. Calvin was my
pupil and after spending a long time simply getting to know him, he
had finally seduced _me_ (!) a month or so ago.
	Recently 13, he was quite tall for his age, long-legged, which is
something I always love. Very slenderly built - skinny you would
perhaps say - but with a deliciously well-rounded bum which he
loves having stroked. Round the front, he is more than adequately
equipped for a boy his age, his dick like his body, slender and long!
Nice little patch of fluffy hairs and two small, but fully functioning
balls. But more than any of that, was a good-looking blond (with a
nice straggly rat's-tail), blue eyes and smooth skinned. Perhaps
most important of all, Calvin was very intelligent - and when I say
very, well, he had an IQ of over 150!
	That was one of the reasons I had managed to get to know him
as well as I did. Somehow, I'd established a reputation for teaching
brighter pupils and had ended up almost a specialist in that field,
although I usually find it difficult with kids who are all much brighter
than me! You try teaching differential equations to a couple of 12
year-olds!
	Anyway, after a couple of wild Saturday afternoons spent in my
bed, I decided I wanted to put our relationship on a better footing. As
much as I loved his body and his willingness to enjoy sex with me, I
wanted more. So, we arranged to cycle out to the country, have a
pub-lunch, do a visit I knew he'd enjoy, cycle home and then, only
then, resume our erotic games together.
	Calvin was keen on my plan - he understood what my intentions
were and was keen to more our relationship along those lines.
	So, as arranged, mid Saturday morning, I cycled over to his
place, soon ringing on the front-door bell, already having noticed a
boy-sized bike leaning against the garage door.
	What appeared was a stunning vision. Calvin had dressed to kill!
Although warmish for June, he was wearing too little really. A brief
shirt on top and, what surprised me most, a pair of cut-down jeans
lower down! Long bare legs and trainers - oh, and one of those shell
necklaces that I thought were no longer in fashion. It was all a
change from his usual clothes - but then, usually on a Saturday, he'd
have his things off very quickly.
	"Hi Graham!" He greeted me with an infuriating smirk, a smirk that
clearly indicated how much he'd dressed up for me. "Come on in
then."
	"Hi Calvin ... you look great. I suddenly remembered, "Is your
mother in?"
	"No ... he's gone away for the weekend," He stuttered, "She's
gone away ... I'm _home alone_!"
	Calvin was very slightly dyslexic and such little verbal lapses
were what we called at school, _Calvinisms_! They always amused
me, one of those little things that make a boy special, such a slight
lisp or eyes of differing colours. Ignoring his little mistake, I told him,
"Sounds like a great idea."
	It was a tempting to idea to pick him up in my arms and take him
up to his bedroom! He would have enjoyed that, perhaps he was
even hoping for that, but I was determined not to succumb. So, I
shut the front-door behind me, Calvin still smirking wickedly at me.
"Well then? Are you ready for our ride?"
	"Sure ... but ... what about," he playfully rubbed the front of his
jeans, "a quickie first?" He smirked once more, "I know you want to!"
	"Course I do!" My resistance was crumbling especially as the
bulge in his cut-downs looked even more uncomfortable for him.
	"Come on then." He started to undo his jeans and as I watched
closely, they were quickly slithering down his long skinny legs. His
underpants were bulging quite obscenely and with another wicked
smirk, Calvin started to stroke that inviting bulge.
	I quickly moved closer and removed his hand, happy to be able
to fondle that magical lump in his under-pants. And of course, what
else could a boy with his name wear but Calvin Klein's with the
name written all round the elastic waistband! But the maker didn't
matter - what mattered was the boy-cock inside them and the soft
susurrus of a murmur he made as I started to caress him. "That's
better ... you're in a hot mood today ... thought we were going out?"
	"We are ... just do it quick ... then we can go!" He sighed, "That
feels nice ... get on with it." Almost impatiently, he pushed his pants
down out of the way, allowing his cock finally to solidify properly and
stand up proudly ready for action.
	"What do you want? A blow-job?"
	"No ... just gimme a wank!"
	"Ok ... let's see what I can do for this lovely thing today." As I
spoke I moved round to his side as I closed my fingers round his
warm shaft. His penis felt as lovely as ever and the pleasure I got
from holding it was going to be more than equalled by the pleasure I
was about to give him.
	"That's great ... but do it faster ... I wanna spunk up!"
	He managed a weak smile but then relaxed into my embrace as I
did what he wanted, some very rapid, but exciting I hoped,
masturbation. As always, the boy is in charge - I would have
preferred to go and lie on his bed and take my time, but he wanted a
quickie, so that's what was going to happen. Besides, I knew that he
was looking forward to our bike ride, perhaps we'd manage some
more leisurely sex later in the day.
	"Hurry up then!" I whispered through his hair, "Thought you
wanted to spunk up quickly Calvin!"
	"Yeah ... it's lovely ... do it faster."
	I did as commanded, sliding his silky soft foreskin up & down
over the sensitive rim of his glans increasingly rapidly. I tightened my
grip round him and tossed even faster - and the rewards for my
effort were now not slow to appear.
	In my embrace, his body tensed up and then, his dick throbbed
several times as it spat his sticky load all over the front-hall carpet.
He whimpered helplessly as I milked out all that he had, not much
really, but it was quite likely, that, sexy boy that he is, he'd already
masturbated in bed earlier that morning!
	Even so, his orgasm was much enjoyed by him, very much
enjoyed by me. There's nothing really so exciting to watch as a hot
boy-cock spitting white juice: to have had my mouth round his penis
might have been more enjoyable for me, but simply to watch him
squirting his load, was pleasure enough!
	Calvin just loved being masturbated and I loved doing it for him -
we were both happy! "Wow!" he sighed when he finally pushed my
hand from his cock. "That was great ... you really wank sexy Graham!"
	"Only when I've got a dick as sexy as yours to play with!" I told
him.
	"An' look what a mess you've made!" He giggled, "I wish I could
shoot as much as you do!"
	"When you're older ... anyway, I didn't make a mess ... _you_
did!"
	"You made me!" He pouted, "Clean it up then ... then we can go
out!"
	I understood his mood - as he'd asked for, it was just a quickie
and now, having enjoyed his wank, he wanted to get on with the rest
of our day. But even so, I insisted, "If you'd let me suck you off
there'd be no mess!" To emphasise the point, I raised my hand to
my mouth, to lick off the traces of his juice over my thumb!
	With a giggle, Calvin pushed me away and ordered, "Clean it up
... if me mum sees that mess she'll go bananas!"
	"Ok!" I pulled out my hankie and knelt down to mop his mess,
more than happy to have a boy-spunk-wet handkerchief in my
pocket for the rest of the day.
	By the time I'd stood up, Calvin had pulled his clothes up round
him, looking quite presentable really, no trace of an excessive bulge
in those tight shorts. "Come on then ... let's go!" He turned to the
door and we quickly left his house, ready to set off on our outing.
	Our plan was very simple - cycle off towards West Wickham,
through Coney Hall and onto Jailhouse Lane which eventually leads
to Biggin Hill. Then, past the old aerodrome, turning into Jail Lane
towards Cudham. I had intended stopping for a drink and a
sandwich in the Old Jail pub, but we were cycling faster than I had
estimated so we carried on towards Downe where I knew of other
places to eat & drink. On the way, we managed some sort of
conversation when able to ride side by side, but happily, after his
quickie in the front hall, he was like most boys, sex for the moment
at least, quite forgotten.
	Finally though, Calvin was sitting in the pub garden with the
bikes, whilst I went inside to order some food & drink. It was a
Saturday so the place was really quite busy but again, I approved of
that as it meant that we had to chat on general topics. Not that that
was difficult - being a very intelligent boy, Calvin had no problem
with discussing anything, from school to global warming.
	"That was nice!" he looked gratefully at me as he finished the last
of his meal and picking up his glass once more, he asked, "What's
this called?"
	"A St Clements ... a mixture of orange juice and lemonade ... you
know the old nursery rhyme?"
	"Course ... it's nice!"
	"So are you!" I whispered before finishing the last of my pint.
	"Shh!" He was nervous of being overheard.
	"Don't worry," I lowered my voice even more as I leaned over
towards him, "You're more than nice ... you're fantastic!"
	He blushed, but then, looking round briefly, asked, "Do you ... do
you love me then Graham?"
	"Course I do ... lots!" It was the first time I had admitted my
feelings towards him, but I felt he was ready to hear how I felt and I
was almost sure he felt the same way about me.
	"Me too!" he whispered, blushing even deeper, something that
more than confirmed what he was saying.
	I was pleased, very pleased and in a way, proud to be the object
of such a boy's love. And it wasn't just his body that I loved, Calvin
had exactly the right personality for me - intelligent, witty, playful,
mature yet still boyish. He was perfect that way and what's more, he
loved having me play with his body as well!
	We sat there looking at each other for a moment or two, before
he asked, "What next?"
	"Indeed! Come on ... let's go!"
	"Where to?"
	"Downe House ... should be open."
	"What's that?" He sounded bored at the idea.
	"It's where Charles Darwin used to live ... you know? Evolution?"
	"Oh ... of course ... didn't know he lived near here."
	"Well, he did ... and we're gonna go an' see his home." Calvin
was perhaps the only boy I'd even known who could appreciate
Darwin's home, just one of the reasons I loved him.
	We cycled off and were soon enjoying the little museum and its
attractive gardens. Once again, he surprised me by being able to
identify several plants I didn't know - there seemed to end to the
depth of his knowledge.
	Later, we cycled back into Downe, where I took him into the
village church, curious in a way to discover just how much he knew
of religion, architecture or whatever. But I had a little ulterior motive
for our visit!
	Inside, someone was playing the organ - Calvin wandered up to
the chancel and stood behind the elderly man busy practising. He
was clearly fascinated by the whole thing, intelligent to realise that
this was a difficult instrument to play, even though I knew he didn't
like any sort of classical music.
	As I joined him, the man noticed us and stopped. Turning slightly,
he asked, "You're a bit early aren't you?" A friendly voice along with
a broad smile.
	"For what?"
	But by then he must have realised we weren't there for the
wedding he told us was in half an hour.
	"Ok ... we'll just look round ... soon be off!" I told him as I gently
steered Calvin back into the nave.
	Surprisingly interested in the architecture - not a great building by
any standards though - we wandered round. My main intention was
to get him to the space under the tower: there was a curtain
screening off this small space which I pushed apart and beckoned
him in. Carefully tied up were the ropes for the bells, with the usual
notice stating that the bells were "up" and no-one should touch
anything!
	I explained that briefly to Calvin but I wanted one thing only.
Moving closer, I held my finger to my lips before placing both hands
on his hips. Silently mouthing "I love you" I lowered my head to his
and to his surprise, I kissed him on the lips. At first, he didn't want to
kiss but I hugged him closer one hand now on the back of his head
to hold him in place.
	He soon understood, he soon discovered that what I was doing
was nice and he soon discovered how to kiss me as sexily as I was
kissing him. It was fantastic.
	I couldn't help myself and, with a little help from Calvin, I
insinuated my hand into the back of his shorts. His bum always felt
fantastic for me although on this occasion I couldn't stroke it the way
he enjoyed most. But, we were both aware of the danger of our
situation and suddenly, I realised that I couldn't hear the organ any
more. Releasing him, I moved away - Calvin looked nervously at me
and moved for towards the curtain which he pushed open. No one in
site - thank heavens!
	We walked back into the nave, the organist suddenly appearing
as if from no where. I don't think he thought anything of it, happy
when I told him I was interested in the bells - but that we couldn't
stay until the end of the wedding to hear them!
	Outside, we found our bikes and quickly rode off, both finding it
difficult to say much now we had expressed our love for each other.
We used a different route back, taking us over Hayes common
where we stopped at a disused caf^Â. I had hoped it would have been
open, for I was thirsty once more, but sitting on a bench in the
overgrown car-park I thought it was time for Calvin and me to have a
serious talk.
	But he started things rolling.
	"Do you really love me?"
	"Course I do ... you love me?"
	He nodded, "Course ... especially," he hesitated, "no ... not just
when you're playing with my dick!" He blushed slightly, "You know!"
	"I know ... but you're great when being sexy as well!"
	"Yeah ... it's fun!" He giggled, "If we go home, we can do it
again!"
	"Suits me!" As much as my love for him was based on his
personality and his intelligence, his body was always of interest and
I was very much interested in getting him naked on his bed once
more!
	"What about in the bushes over there?" He indicated with his
head to the main common - at the same time, he gave his shorts a
squeeze!
	Calvin was getting aroused - and a little al fresco sex might have
been fun! But it was a Saturday, there were too many people about!
As I'd almost told him, the reason for my choice of route that day
was in memory of my very first boy-friend whilst I was at University.
Chris had been 13 like Calvin and we had done the same journey
but on foot, one weekday that summer. Unlike with Calvin, I hadn't
kissed Chris in the church - we had masturbated each other, leaving
more than a little mess on the old carpet! Today though, there was
no chance to do anything where we were, something Calvin
understood when I explained.
	Leaping up, he ordered, "Come on then ... let's go home ... I'm in
the mood!" He jumped on his bike and almost before I could follow
his example, he was cycling off.
	I've no need to tell you, I was quickly following him and we cycled
off at quite a speed, Calvin keen to get back home for the fun he felt
- no, he _knew_ - was his right and I certainly wasn't going to
deprive him of the fun he wanted.
	It didn't take all that long to reach his home, Calvin leading the
way and in no mood to ride side-by-side and chat. Eventually
though, we were propping our bikes against each other in the narrow
passage by the side of the house, Calvin then letting us in through
the back-door.
	I didn't need to stand close to him to realise that he was hot and
sweaty - I was in the same state! But I wanted him in that state -
after all, the smell of a pubescent's body cannot be beaten by any
other smell in the world!
	Grasping his hand, I pulled him a little closer and almost without
any further conscious thought from either of us, I had my arms round
him as we started to kiss. Like all boys, he hadn't want to kiss me
earlier that afternoon, but now he had discovered how nice it was -
and having admitted he love me - Calvin was now more than willing
for a long drawn-out, passionate, tongue-tangling kiss.
	As we kissed, I slipped my hands up under his shirt, but it's
difficult to caress a back slippery with sweat! Didn't matter, for I had
in my arms the boy I loved, a boy who loved me and who was soon
urgently grinding his lower body against me, demonstrating he was
stiffly ready for action!
	When we parted, I grinned at him, "That was good ... you really
know how to kiss don't you young man?"
	"Never done it before!" He smiled, "An' I only let you kiss me 'cos
I love you!"
	"And I love you!" I was happy. "Anyway, you're all sweaty after
that cycling!"
	"Me too!" He muttered - another _Calvinism_! But of course, he
quickly realised his little error and, blushing slightly, added, "I mean
_you're_ all sweaty as well!"
	"I know ... didn't you say that your mum's away for the week-
end?"
	"Yeah ... we can have lots of fun together if you want!"
	"Course I want ... come on then sexy pants ... upstairs and let's
see what we can do."
	"Ok ... do you wanna shower first though?"
	I was torn between two desires - shower off, or make love with a
sweaty teenager. Of course, the last desire won out! "Not now ...
maybe later!"
	Calvin gave me a puzzled look, but with a shrug, asked, "What
do you want to do with me then?"
	"Whatever you want darling!" It was the first time I'd used that
word, something he seemed to approve of.
	"Come on then ... you've got me worked up again!" He smirked
as he indicated his shorts which clearly contained a sizeable school-
boy erection! As I nodded my assent, he grasped my hand and
pulled me towards the door, letting go as we emerged into the hall
so that he could run upstairs to his bedroom. I followed a bit slower,
taking a brief chance to admire on the hall carpet the - too obvious to
my eyes- faint white stain from the wank I had given him earlier! But
I was in a hurry to get Calvin's hot young dick to give me some more
of that magical boy-liquid, so I rushed upstairs after him!
	In his room, I found him standing with arms folded over his chest,
his cut-downs wide open but still - almost - round his hips. "Come on
then ... undress me and then we can have some fun!"
	"Suits me." I stood in front of him, "Stand still then." Placing my
hands on his hips, I pushed his shorts down. Calvin wiggled his hips
to help, but otherwise stood still, all the time grinning inanely at me.
Very briefly, I rubbed the back of my hand over his pants, causing
him to growl at me, but I was in no real hurry and I knew that having
had a wank earlier that day, he might be able to hold back his boyish
enthusiasm about coming off quickly!
	"Shoes off!" I muttered as I squatted down in front of him.
Obediently, he lifted each foot in turn and allowed me to pull off his
trainers and the short socks he was wearing. Between dealing with
each foot, I looked up and ordered, "Take that necklace off as well!"
He did so, intelligent enough to realise that our _sexercises_ as he
called them, might damage the thing.
	Along with removing his foot-wear, I was able to take his cut-
down jeans off as well, so that when I stood up, he was wearing just
three things: shirt, underpants and a happy smile. So I now grasped
his shirt and carefully pulled it up and off over his head.
	My boy-friend now stood there, simply waiting for me to do
whatever I wanted - what _he_ wanted was that I should take his
pants off, but for the moment, I was content not to do so. "Shall I get
undressed then?" I asked.
	"Go on then!"
	He reached for his pants which he wanted to pull down but I
managed to stop him! "No! Just lie on your bed and wait ... you sexy
young thing you!"
	Calvin grinned at me before throwing himself backwards onto his
bed. There, he snuggled down in the middle as he watched me
undress.
	I was surprised that he didn't simply push his pants down his legs
and start wanking - his usual course of action when we had time to
strip off completely. But all he did was to grin at me, although he did
succumb and began massaging the bulge in his pants. That simple
action made me even more keen to strip and I pulled my things off
faster than I'd done for a long time. Eventually in the same state as
him - my pants only just able to hold in place my raging erection - I
knelt on the edge of his bed. "Well?" But without waiting, I fell down
onto him.
	We started a friendly "fight" - more erotic than violent, the pair of
us using it as a way to cuddle and hug each other as we rolled about
on his bed. It wasn't specifically sexual, but I got great pleasure from
simply touching him and in return, feeling his young hands all over
my body. Surprisingly, he made no real effort to touch the bulge in
my pants, but I made sure that I touched him there - briefly each
time, but with obvious sexual intent.
	After a while, he _allowed_ me to win our fight and I ended up
kneeling over him, my hands holding his wrists as he lay spread-
eagled on his bed. "Well? Do you give in then Calvin?"
	"No way!" He laughed as he tried ineffectually to try to get me off
of him, but all I could do now was to lower myself onto him and,
finally releasing his wrists, slide my arms under him so that I could
hug him close. Lowering my face to his, I quickly had my tongue in
his mouth, now able to relax on top of him and enjoy the way he now
hugged me tightly.
	We kissed for a long while, Calvin wriggling about under me as I
pressed down on him. Our pants were rubbing together and soon I
felt his movements indicated that he might reach his orgasm like
that, something I didn't want at all!
	So I rolled off him, grasped his hand and placed it on the front of
my pants. Since the day he first decided that he was willing to have
sex with me, Calvin needed no further encouragement, but being so
bright, he knew that we hadn't settled down yet to the serious
business of giving each other an orgasm. So, he playfully stroked
the front of my pants, sending amazing shivers of delight coursing
through my body. "You're good you know!" I whispered, "Another
reason why I love you!"
	"Yeah ... I like playing with your dick." He hesitated, "The only
other one I've played with is about the same size as mine!"
	I could tell he was in confessional mode! "Oh? Whose was that?
Someone I know!" Although I was keen to hear of what he may have
got up to with any of his school friends, I tried to sound the opposite!
	"Oh," he laughed, "Paul Andrews from school ... you know!"
	"Course I know him!" A boy not uninteresting, but not a great
looker, never a boy to be friendly towards adults, but one almost as
intelligent as Calvin.
	"Well ... we wank each other off ... quite a lot really!" He smirked,
"We did it yesterday ... here ... when we got back from school!"
	"An' is he good at it?"
	"Not as good as you!"
	"Well ... I practice as much as I can ... especially on this lovely
thing!" I gently grasped the front of his under-pants - but only briefly
as I still wanted to keep things going for as long as possible.
	"Yeah ... you like my dick don't you?"
	"Course I do ... but I love _you_ a lot more!"
	"I know ... I love you as well Graham."
	"Good ... that's why when we have fun together, it's better than
when you do it with Paul."
	A proposition he had to think about for a moment or so, but then,
accepting my logic, he smiled at me. "Suppose so." He grinned, "He
wanks good though ... an' it's fun when I make him spunk up!"
	"Course it is ... an' I love it when I make you spit your load all
over the place ... like you did this morning!"
	"Yeah ... that was nice!" He sighed, "Really lovely!"
	"Course it was ... but you know what I want to do now don't you?"
	He played dumb. "No idea ... wank me off? Fuck me up the
bum?"
	"Well ... both would be nice, but," So far I'd not been allowed to
screw his arse, ever hopeful though that he would one day offer that
part of his body to me, "Can't you think?"
	"No idea ... what have you got in mind?" Looking puzzled, he
half-smiled, well knowing that what I wanted to do was the thing he
loved most. Even so, he grasped my hand and placed it on the front
of his pants. "That's better ... you always make me feel nice there ...
everywhere as well."
	"I try!" I gently fondled him for a moment or two, "Well, what can I
think of to do to this hard thing?"
	"Dunno ... you could try," he giggled, "do it to me ... please ...
pleeeeese!"
	"Maybe!"
	At that, the game was over! Almost angrily, he demanded, "Suck
my dick then ... 'cos I know you wanna do it an' I wanna spunk up
again!" He relaxed as he smiled, "An' if you do it good, then I might
let you ... you know!"
	My heart skipped a beat - was buggery on the evening's menu? I
wanted him to be more specific. "What? What do you want me to do
then Calvin?"
	Another giggle, "You want to stick your dick up your bum don't
you ... I mean up _my_ bum!" Slight embarrassment at his
Calvinism!
	"Maybe!" I was keen but couldn't show it!
	"Course you do ... but why do you want to?" He was genuinely
puzzled.
	"Because!"
	"That's no answer ... why do you want to fuck me? Do you want
me to do it to you?" He pulled a face, "No way!"
	"But you might let me do it to you?"
	"Only if you really tell me why ... an' then only maybe!" He
sighed, "That feels nice ... pull me pants down an' do it properly."
	"Ok!" Time to expose his cock so that I could not only play with it,
but admire it once more. Moving slightly on his bed, I grasped the
waist-band of his Calvin Klein's and, as he lifted his bum for me, I
was able to pull them down out and then off over his feet. Quickly, I
removed my own pants all the time, starring at his wonderful cock as
it stood up from his body. Naked, Calvin was utterly beautiful and I
could have sat there in silent meditation all day!
	But he wouldn't have understood that - what he did understand
was the need to have his dick lovingly fondled and, so, as I lay back
by him, that was what I did!
	"There ... that's better," I told him as I started to move his foreskin
up & down slowly, "a perfect dick for some sexy wanking young
man."
	"Yeah ... you do it nice." He sighed, but then asked, "Why do you
want to do it up my bum? Won't it hurt?"
	"Maybe ... maybe not!" With Calvin, the only thing to do was to be
more than honest and of course, give a full explanation. Simply
telling him that fucking would be fun, just wouldn't work with a boy as
intelligent as him. "I want to fuck you sweetheart because it would be
very exciting for me ... not just that but ... it's different as well!" I
was
trying hard not to make it sound as if my pleasure was the only thing,
Calvin already well knew that sexual-pleasure was best when
shared.
	"Like fucking a girl?"
	"I wouldn't know!" I had to be honest! "Much the same really I
suppose ... but quite a few women like it up the bum you know!"
	"Bollocks!"
	"No ... just true!" All the time, I was slowly wanking him, some-
thing he just loved, but also an act that at the moment, might help
persuade him to give me his cherry! "Anyway, you might like it if I
fucked you ... lots of people do!"
	"Gay men!"
	"Of course ... but many others!"
	"Do you like being fucked up the bum? I'd never do it to you Graham
... no way!"
	"No ... it's not something I enjoy." Honest once more - only a few
boys in the past had ever screwed me - like Calvin, few are ever
interested.
	"Well ... maybe you can do it!" He sighed, "It's nice what you're
doing to my cock ... you wank really good you know Paul!"
	Another Calvinism!
	"Graham ... that's my name ... I'm not Paul Andrews!"
	He blushed, "Yeah ... you wank better than he does!" Calvin
wriggled about, settling down even more on his bed, clearly enjoying
the way my fingers were sliding his foreskin up & down over the
sensitive tip of his cock.
	"Well? Do you wanna spunk up?" I asked, keen not to push him
into rolling over for me.
	"Dunno ... you can do it then I suppose ... do you want to?"
	"What? Fuck you?"
	"Yeah!" His mind was suddenly made up, "you can do it then ... I
wanna find out what it's like!" He pulled my hand from his dick, "Fuck
me first, then you can suck me off."
	My heart skipped a beat! I wasn't sure why I wanted to fuck
Calvin (I prefer sucking boys off!) but he was willing and so I was
now keen on the idea! "Ok ... are you _really_ sure?"
	"Course I am!" He was irritated by my question - he'd made up
his mind and now, he was going to find out what it was like to be
fucked. Maybe it would be the only time we did it, but he needed to
experience everything! Maybe even he'd ask if he could fuck me!
	"Ok then ... let's see what we can do!" First thing though, "Now ...
you bum's much tighter than any girl's vagina ... I'll need something
to lubricate my cock if it's going to go up you," I smiled, "Or it would
really hurt!"
	Calvin thought for a minute then smiled, "What about some
Nivea? There's a pot in the bathroom."
	"Sounds fine ... go and get it then."
	"Ok!" Calvin wriggled away from me and slid from the bed. For a
moment he looked down at me, wiggling his hips to make his
erection jiggle about in front of my face. "You like my dick don't
you?" But before I could reply, he turned and scampered off, leaving
me to eye up his shapely bum as he left the bedroom.
	Sill almost unable to believe that I was about to fuck the boy I
loved, I sat up and removed my socks, finally as naked as my young
partner.
	Calvin was quickly back with the Nivea, but once more, he put on
a little show for me, wiggling his cock about playfully, turning to
"moon" me and being as silly as most boys his age are when naked.
Surely you've noticed that? Even the toughest of 13 year-olds likes
to put on a display like that? Not just when their nudity is in the
privacy of a bedroom but in changing rooms and similar situations -
one of those delightful traits of boys that makes us love them so
much!
	Of course, I was more than happy to watch him for a moment or
so, allowing me further chance to cool down slightly: I wanted to fuck
my young lover so badly that I was sure that it would be all over far
too quickly!
	He threw the jar at me, "Here you are then ... what now?" He sat
on the edge of the bed and smiled, "You'd better do it before I
change my mind!"
	"Well, if you don't want to do it ... then just say so!"
	"Who said that? I said get on with it!" Slightly exasperated -
nothing really was going to change his mind, he was too intelligent,
too inquisitive not to want to discover something new we could do
together - even if it was for just the one time only. "Move over ... I'd
better lay in the middle!"
	He almost pushed me out of the way so that he could lie face
down on his bed. I had wanted to fuck him face to face, but like most
boys, this was the only position that was possible as far as he was
concerned. So, that was the position in which I would take his
cherry! I removed the lid of the jar, ready to lubricate us both for
what I was certain would be a wonderfully exciting fuck!
	Without me asking, Calvin lifted his bottom from the bed as he
reached round and pulled his cheeks apart. For the first time ever, I
was given a view of his hole - previously I'd never even touched him
there!
	Turning his head, he demanded, "Go on then ... put your dick up
there!"
	A demand I was happy to accede to!
	"Ok young man ... you asked for it!" I scooped out some of the
cream as I leaned over my young partner, "Be still an' let me get
your bum ready for my dick!"
	I quickly scooped up some of the cream onto my fingers and as
he continued to hold his cheeks wide open for me, I started to smear
the stuff round his hole. At that first contact, he shivered but then
accepted what I was doing.
	I wanted to get him well lubricated so that my entry would be as
easy as possible, but at the same time, I took the opportunity to slip
a finger into him, soon gently finger-fucking his wonderful arse.
"There ... how does that feel sexy bum? Does it hurt?"
	"Not really ... but I suppose your finger's bigger than your finger!"
	"Well ... try this!" I carefully inserted a second finger, surprised
really at how open his bum was.
	"Not bad ... put your dick up there now!" He turned his head and
rested it on the pillow, more than happy now to give me his cherry.
	"Ok ... but put that pillow under you ... lift your bum up more for
me."
	Calvin understood and quickly slipped the pillow under his
middle. His raised rear-end was a site I could hardly believe and
even as I smeared some of the Nivea round my dick, I was
mesmerised by what he was offering to me.
	"Right then ... let's try it!" I told him as I knelt up more of him.
Moving my position slightly, I bent my dick downwards and managed
to place the tip between his wide open cheeks. To start with I merely
rubbed it round his now well-lubricated hole, but then, very carefully,
I leaned more over him and started to push my dick into his warm
young body.
	"No relax your bum ... push back at me ... that's it ... I'm trying not
to hurt you darling ... stop me if it does!" I rested more on top of him,
prodding my cock harder at his arse, suddenly surprised when he
seemed to relax totally, opening up to me. My cock seemed to slip in
home - so easy now and without a murmur of pain from beloved
young friend.
	I almost collapsed down on top of him, revelling in that over-
whelmingly exciting feeling of having the whole length of my dick
held by his warm body. "Oh Calvin ... Calvin!" I sighed in his ear,
"You wonderful boy ... this is amazing ...I love you so much darling!"
	"Yeah!" He didn't really know what to say, like most boys, quite,
unable to think straight that first time they have a man's penis up
their rear-end!
	Somehow, he managed to turn his head so that he could speak,
"Is it really nice?"
	"Fantastic ... does it hurt?" I was praying for a negative answer!
	"A bit ... not too bad ... it's uncomfortable really ... go on then ...
you gonna be quick?"
	"Maybe!" I slid my hands under him and hugged him tightly to
me, "but you're so fantastic I want this to last for ever!"
	"Sex maniac!" He relaxed onto his bed, pushing his bottom up to
me as I started to move my dick in & out of his bum.
	And for a while, that was all I could do! I was quite determined
not to fuck him more strongly, partially so as not to hurt him, but
mostly to delay my orgasm, to prolong this fuck for as long as
possible. It was wonderful - not just the purely physical pleasure that
comes from a good fuck, but the increasing internal joy that came
from the fact that I was screwing the boy I loved.
	But inexorably, I found my self pushing deeper into him, pulling
out a bit more and then thrusting back home - faster and faster as I
clung to him, moaning his name in his ear and telling him even more
how much I loved him. Calvin bore it well, not at all complaining
about what I was doing and soon discovering that he could control
the tightness of his anus round my dick. That alone made it even
more exciting and my fuck became increasingly wilder!
	My tension rose uncontrollably and all too quickly I was moaning
in pleasure as my hips thrust my throbbing erection deeper into him.
With each throb, I shot a thick spurt of sperm deeply into Calvin
accompanied by another moan of pure pleasure.
	"Oh Calvin ... Calvin ... you're wonderful ... love you!" I panted as
I thrust my dick even deeper into him, still dribbling sperm as my
balls emptied themselves into this 13 year-old.
	"Wicked!" he whispered from under me still not complaining
about what I was doing to him.
	I utterly collapsed on top of my lover, quite lost in my pleasure
and that even greater psychological pleasure that I had from the fact
that I was fucking the boy I loved.
	I don't know how long I was lay there on top of him, but I simply
could do nothing but rest there as the throbs in my penis slowly died
away. My breathing slowly returned to normal but I simply lay there
on top of the boy I loved, the boy who had just given me the best
fuck I'd ever enjoyed. This was a moment to be savoured - to be
extended for as long as possible.
	All too quickly though, Calvin managed to turn his head as he
muttered, "You finished? Get off me then!"
	It didn't sound too serious an order, I felt I could have stayed
there for a lot longer with my slowly softening cock embedded up his
arse, but as always, the boy is in charge. "Ok darling, you're so
wonderful you know!"
	As I spoke, I slowly lifted my bum, carefully pulling my dick from
him. That done, I slid round onto the bed by his side, wanting
nothing more than to hug him close and kiss him. But boys don't like
that - they may like your sperm-wet cock pressed up against them,
but not one so messy as one that has just been up their bum!
	"Calvin," I whispered, "that was simply wonderful ... easily the
best fuck I've ever had you know!" Words couldn't express how I felt,
but I think he understood!
	Rolling onto his side to face me, he smiled, "Yeah ... I liked that!"
He blushed, another Calvinism? "I mean ... you liked that didn't
you?"
	"Fantastic ... but did you like it?" Perhaps a Freudian slid on his
part!
	"Dunno ... it was different ... felt strange when you put your dick
in me and then ... well, it was fun I suppose ... but only you can ever
do it to me ... 'cos I love you an' you love me."
	A slight hint that I'd be allowed a repeat performance in the
future! "Well it was wonderful ... your turn now!"
	"What? I don't want to fuck you!"
	"No ... I promised I'd suck you off ... can I?"
	"Course you can!" He smiled as he looked down to his rigidly
erect young penis. "You know you can whenever you want to Graham!"
	"Stand up then!"
	Calvin didn't understand to start with but with further prompting,
climbed from his bed and stood looking down at me, his dick sticking
out from his wonderful body in a most exciting way - he didn't need
to say "suck me", his dick was already saying it!
	So, I swung round more so that I was sitting on the edge of his
bed, his prize penis inches from my face. As always, I could have
sat there contemplating its beauty for ever, but I needed to give
thanks for such a wonderful fuck and those thanks had to be in the
form of what I was determined would be the best blow-job he'd ever
enjoyed.
	Grasping the back of his legs, I pulled him closer, sticking out my
tongue so that I could run it round the exposed tip of his cock. He
shivered in delight - so I worked even more hungrily on that most
sensitive part of his body. Calvin was soon shivering in delight,
making soft noises of appreciation as he enjoyed what I was doing
to his dick.
	Slowly, I took him into my mouth, tightening my lips round him as
he responded by pushing himself deeper into me. Experienced with
each other, we now set up a slow and steady action, me
masturbating his firm young cock with my lips whilst tongued and
sucked on it, Calvin gently fucking my mouth as he tried to increase
his excitement even more.
	The urge to bring him off was great, but I wanted to try to make
this blow-job last. Even though at his age he can manage many
orgasms a day, I knew that the wank I had given him that morning
might help him hold back - that may have been a quickie, but Calvin
knew the simple fact that a slow & steady rise of tension to orgasm
always made it more exciting!
	I clung to him, his hands holding my head to his loins - not that I
was going to let go until he had given me suitable drink. I was thirsty
- fucking him had been very thirsty work!
	As I sucked him, the smell of puberty coming from his body
seemed to increase by the second, his pubic fringe as my nose
brushed against it full of that very special smell of a boy in heat. It
was so much more exciting than usual - I may love cock sucking, but
I loved Calvin even more.
	But it was very obvious that my young partner was soon going to
come - I simply sucked even more seriously, waiting for his
wonderful penis to start spitting on my tongue.
	Suddenly, he seemed to lean on me more and then, with no
further warning I felt his cock starting throb. As he whimpered
helplessly, those powerful throbs spat several tasty squirts of
teenage sperm onto my tongue. He was clearly enjoying it to the full
- I was in utter heaven at being privileged to be the source of such
pleasure, but Calvin's pleasure was much greater than mine. I
swallowed as best as I could, always ready to savour that special
flavour of a boy's sperm - but especially Calvin's regular offerings!
	Suddenly, he jerked his hips back, pulling his dick from my
mouth. Opening my eyes, I saw it slap back against his body - still
dribbling sperm it looked amazing!
	After admiring this erotic spectacle, I sat back slightly and looked
up. At first, his eyes were tightly closed, but then, he opened them
and smiled at me.
	"Wow! That was good!" He sounded very content - but then, so
was I!
	Quickly, I climbed to my feet and, wrapping my arms round him,
hugged him close. As I did so, I finally swallowed the rest of his tasty
load, happy once more to have tasted my lover that special way. But
my pleasure was greatest from the realisation that I had given him a
wonderful orgasm, one that he'd enjoyed so much.
	All too soon though, my young lover realised that my cock -
pressed firmly against him - was very messy after our fuck! Pulling a
face, he wriggled out of my embrace. "You're disgusting Graham ...
come on ... we need a shower now!"
	He grasped my hand and looked at me quite lovingly - all I could
do was to allow him to lead me into the bathroom.
	There, he immediately sat on the loo and quite unselfconsciously,
had a shit! Most boys do of course that first time they get fucked -
and usually on subsequent occasions as well! I busied myself with
the shower and by the time Calvin had performed a cursory wiping
effort, he was able to join me under the warm spray.
	There we clung to each other for a moment or so, but then got on
with helping each other wash. There was the sweat from our day
out, but mostly it was the mess created by our sex play. Calvin
needed no encouragement to turn and lean over, holding his
buttocks apart so that I could clean up him, a loving act, but when
done, it was difficult not to bend down and kiss that special part of
his body.
	Instead, I merely stood up, turned off the water and helped him
out of the shower: towels were found and we quickly dried our-
selves, my young lover deciding he needed no help from me.
	Dry, naked but no longer hard, I then hugged him into my arms. It
had been a wonderful day in all ways. I didn't need to tell him that as
the expression on his face showed all too well. Contentment,
happiness, trust, joy all rolled into one.
	"Love you!" I told him as I rubbed my nose against his.
	"Love you!" He whispered back, "Don't go Graham ... stay with me."
	"For as long as you want." I then remembered that his mother
was away for the weekend. "Can I stay the night here with you?"
	He looked surprised, "Didn't think of that ... course you can ... you
must." He smiled, "I won't let you go!"
	"Don't want to ... all I want to do is to stay here with you!"
	"Good ... I'm a sex maniac!" He blushed, another Calvinism.
"You're a sex maniac!" But then, he giggled, "Suppose I am as well!"
	"Don't care ... I'd love you whatever!"
	We could have stood there being sloppy and lovey-dovey, but
fortunately, his stomach rumbled, bringing us back to earth!
	Letting go of him, I asked, "What shall we do about eating? I
suppose your mum left you something?"
	"There's various things in the fridge ... or we could get a take-
away or something?"
	I would have liked to have taken him out for a meal, but I was
reluctant to leave the privacy of my lover's home - at that moment, I
wasn't particularly interested in more sex with him, all I wanted was
to revel in his nudity and the flawless perfection of his 13 year-old
body.
	"Let's ring for a take-away ... come on ... shall we get dressed?"
	"Ok!" He seemed to understand that for the moment at least, sex
was to be forgotten - we had other things on our minds!
	So we found our clothes and dressed, although my mind was still
reeling from all the sex we'd enjoyed together. All that was made
even better when Calvin eventually hugged me close and
whispered, "It's been lovely Graham ... even when you bum-fucked me!"
	"And it was great for me as well!" I told him quite truthfully.
	"Yeah ... you can do it again one day!" he smirked, "But only 'cos
I love you!"
	"Me too!" even more truthfully than my last words.
	Going downstairs, we found a menu and rang the local Chinese
take-away. We were then going into the kitchen, but in the front hall,
standing at the spot where I had wanked him off first thing that
morning, I took Calvin into my arms and started to kiss him.
	We were still doing so when the doorbell rang with our food.


THE END

JS : 28th February  - 5th July 2003
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