Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 15:35:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Peters <david_10086@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Crosswind Grange, Part One.

This is a work of fiction with explicit sexual content between adults and
youth. If this offends, or you are underage or if this is illegal where you
are, do not read.

Comments are welcomed, flames ignored, and part two will follow if people
find it interesting.

Part One.
Steven's Schooling

Steven was small for a twelve year old going on thirteen. Fair-haired and
slim, he was actually good looking to almost being pretty, but he felt ugly
and clumsy and was shy and withdrawn as a result.  So he tended to avoid
friendships, preferring to be alone, and people for the most part left him
to his own purposes. Being an orphan hadn't helped his confidence, but he'd
been well cared for up to this point. This point being the new home he'd
been sent to at an isolated part of the country near the Irish Sea.

Crosswind Grange was an old Victorian redbrick building that seemed, and
was, a labyrinth of rooms and corridors, dormitories and halls. It stood
alone on the beachfront, the huge endless sand dunes gathered up around its
hulking uncaring walls like some dry embrace.

Hunched against the buffeting autumn wind, Steven felt the name fitted the
place well. He had slipped away at the end of the day's classes and headed
over to the dunes to wander and explore a bit before the evening meals were
served. He gave the old building a last glance over his shoulder as he went
down into a deep sand gully. At the base, the sand was firmer and easier to
walk as he followed the trail winding between the dunes.

As he turned into yet another valley he stopped dead in his tracks. Ahead
were two men half hidden in a small hollowed out area of sand. One was on
his knees, his head buried in the lap of the other. It was the movement
that made him stop; a lewd thrusting motion of the standing man's hips into
the head of the kneeling man.

Steven felt the rush of forbidden excitement pulse through his body. He'd
heard the other boy's talk and laugh, telling tales of gays who liked to
suck cock. He hadn't believed a word. But what else could this be? He had
to get a closer look.

He slowly climbed around and up to the top of the dune to get a closer
look. Finally, he could see what was happening. It made his mouth drop
open. It was true! There in front of him was a man having his cock sucked!
Steven stared as the long adult cock repeatedly vanished inside the man's
greedy mouth. A hard adult cock! Another first! Steven could feel his heart
hammering inside his chest as he realised his own dick was suddenly
painfully hard.

He tried to adjust himself, undoing his zipper and pulling his dick free
from his shorts. But in his haste, he slipped and the next thing he was
tumbling down the dune. When he came to rest, he blinked his eyes and
looked up to find himself between the legs of the two men he had been
spying upon.  Two long, fat cocks pocked out of unzipped pants and waved
above his head. Then he noticed the faces of the men beyond the cocks and
recognised one.  It was Mr Snell, the caretaker.

Steven tried to make a bolt for it, but Mr Snell was too quick and grabbed
him by his ankles. His friend dropped down and held his shoulders. He was
caught!

`Spyin' on us were ya?' Mr Snell snarled.

`No, no I was just ...'

`No, you were spyin' don't you lie, me lad,'

`Look, his zippers down...' the other man told Snell.

`So it is...'

`Looks like the kids been enjoyin' the show, eh?'

`I reckon he has, maybe he wants more than a show huh?'

Steven watched the two men exchange a glance that turned into a smile. He
tried to twist away, but they held him tighter.

`No you don't, me lad,' Mr Snell told him forcefully, moving up Steven's
legs and sitting down on his ankles.

`Let's see what we have here...'

Steven could do nothing but watch as Mr Snell started to caress his thighs.

`Nice and smooth, lovely.'

He felt the roughness of the man's hands on his skin as they moved up and
inside his shorts. The feelings set a tingle down his spine and despite
everything he felt his cock immediately start to harden. He tried to stop
what was happening, stop his dick growing but it just made it worse.

The hand moved higher and closed over his now fully stiff dick, squeezing
it, testing its hardness through his underpants. Steven dropped his head
back as the new and strange feeling of another person's hand on his
previously private parts washed over him.

`Nice and hard, yes boy, good ...'  The hand moved away and Steven looked
down to watch as his shorts were undone and pulled down his legs. His dick
was tenting his white briefs obscenely. Mr Snell pulled the briefs slowly
down forcing the boy's cock vertical.

`Nice and smooth, no hair yet I see, lovely!' Mr Snell murmured
appreciatively.

He lifted the elastic over the erect boy-cock and once freed, it slapped
back against Stevens tummy. Mr Snell snapped the elastic back around the
base and pulled Steven's cock away from his body, the flared head peeking
pinkish through the foreskin.

He took two fingers and slowly skinned the boy's cock. Steven moaned and
whined as Mr Snell stroked his thumb over the revealed pink glans, parting
the slit and tracing the smooth boyish mushroom head.

`Look at that! A good four inches of stiff, rampant boy-cock!'

Steven felt himself blush scarlet as the two men stared at and played with
his erect nudity. Then he gasped as Mr Snell rolled the two small orbs that
were his balls.

`Two nice nuggets here as well, just aching to be emptied of spunk, eh?'

Steven gasped again as the man at his shoulders reached forward and wrapped
his fingers around his hard boy-dick, stroking it slowly up and down.

`Can you spunk yet, boy?' Mr Snell demanded.

Steven couldn't answer; his mind could only concentrate on the shocking
feeling of two strange adult hands working his virgin boy-cock and balls.

`Lets see if he can, eh, Jim?'

`Aye, let's see!'

Steven felt the fingers stroking his cock intensify; his cock skinned back
repeatedly, his balls pulled down. A strange feeling built as his balls
were pulled and rolled in the man's hand and his hips started to rise and
thrust. A fire seemed to grow at the base of his cock as the
burning-tingling began to flow up the shaft of his cock.

`Look at that, the lads going to blow!'

Steven looked down at the sight of his semi-stripped body, his pants around
his knees, his stiff boy-cock being stroked hard and fast by the man at his
head while his balls were pulled and rolled in the hand of the man at his
feet. Both adult cocks bounced in the air above him as the men played and
stroked the boy to completion.

To Steven it felt like fire spewed from his cock as he thrust upwards
against the men retraining him as his thin boy-juice flew out of him for
the first time high onto his chest. Only two shots spurted out from the
milked virginal boy-cock, his balls rolled gently until the final spasms
dribbled their last virginal cream over the adult hand squeezing his abused
boy-cock dry.

Steven drew in a lungful of air as he mind reeled from the sensations. His
body squirmed, over-sensitive now to the slightest touch. He didn't know
his dick could ever feel like that, could spurt so much stuff so powerfully
and with such intensity. He opened his eyes to see Mr Snell still kneeling
over him but now he was stroking his own huge adult cock furiously. His
heavy balls swung and bounced as his fist pistoned up and down the thick
shaft. His friend Jim was doing the same, his equally large cock right
above Steven's head, the balls bouncing wildly right above Stevens eyes.

Steven was transfixed as he watched the fat mushroom heads of both men's
cocks swell and then burst streams of spunk at the same time, each
squirting their cream over each others cocks, Stevens face, body and
drained boy-cock.

Jim took one of Steven's hands and placed it over his still stiff, dripping
cock, moving the boy's hand slowly up and down. Mr Snell shuffled forward
and embraced Jim and did the same with Stevens other hand on his own cock.

`Good boy, milk those cocks of their spunk, boy.'

Both cocks felt huge in his hands, hot and sticky but smooth and soft, his
fingers not even reaching around their girth. Slowly each softened and the
men sat back and stuffed their cocks back inside their pants. Mr Snell
produced a handkerchief and began cleaning Steven up.

`Best get you tidied up, boy. Now be off with you and don't say a word of
this to no one, you hear?'

Steven nodded. There was no way he could explain what had happened even if
he'd wanted to. As he zipped up his shorts, Mr Snell brushed his hand over
the boy's buns and cock.

`What's your name lad, I know you're new here?

`Steven.'

`Well Steven, we'll be seeing much more of each other, me lad, don't you
worry, now get going!'

That night in bed, Steven found his dick hard again as he remembered the
afternoon at the dunes. He didn't think he was gay, but he was excited at
what happened. In the dorm he could hear the soft moans of other boys
beating their meat in the darkness and he quietly and secretly joined in
with them.  Crosswind Grange was going to something completely different to
anything he's ever experienced before. He wondered what would happen next
time he met the caretaker.