Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2012 21:09:38 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Decisions: After all decisions are made

Wish fulfilment and masturbation fantasy..........don't read it if you are
not supposed to.


After All Decisions Have Been Made

A story by

Ivor Sukwell


Tasty whisked the eggs for breakfast with vigour, whistling, fairly
tunelessly, as he did it. Life was fuckin' good and Tasty was one happy, a
few days off fifteen year old, teenager. He was naked, of course, clothing
was only worn when he had to leave the house, or when there were visitors,
and he was even more naked now than he had been in those days when he used
to admire himself in his bedroom mirror.

His pubes had gone; shaved off on a whim originally, but once they'd gone
he felt so much more naked and Perv had gone wild, licking all around the
freshly exposed skin like a demented Labrador so there was zero chance of
them being allowed to grow again. There'd been a neat side effect as well;
he'd asked Perv if it were more fun lickin' skin instead ov hair an' Perv
`ad taken the `int and shaved as well. Not got rid of all his pubes, he had
a thumb sized strip going up towards his belly button from the base of his
cock that Tasty thought looked well cool, but all the rest had gone, gone
from his belly and his legs as well. Being in bed with him was a lot more
fun now.

Course, it meant Perv had to spend some time shavin' evry day, an' that's
where he were now, shavin' `imself in the shower. Tasty grinned, thinking
of his man scraping away, just to keep him happy.

"Morning, Tasty," Luke's cheerful voice called from the kitchen doorway.

"Git yer fuckin' cock aht me arse," Tasty mock sighed a few moments later,
"An' use yer `ands fer sumfin useful, like makin' the toast."

Luke had come up behind the other boy, pressed himself against him and
allowed his hands to wander over Tasty's perfectly smooth, hairless thighs
though never endangering his cock. His thighs were not shaved, he was
blessed with skin that would remain always smooth, much to Perv's delight.

Luke chortled and moved away, doing as Tasty suggested. Like Tasty, Luke
was naked, his school uniform would go on after breakfast.

"Fuckin' lush cock, though," Tasty grinned, and, indeed, it was. Soft, Luke
was about four, cigar thick inches tipped with a neat, but easily
retracted, foreskin, hanging from a neatly trimmed, dark gold bush that was
clipped back to be just a bit longer than stubble.

"Like yours as well," Luke grinned back. Not as long or as thick as Luke's
and with more, and tighter foreskin, Tasty's equipment looked impressive
dangling from his hairless pubis.

"Joe got a sore arse again?" Tasty enquired, continuing the regular,
morning tease.

"Naturally," Luke quipped back, "Gotta get rid of the morning boner
somehow, haven't I"

In fact, as Tasty well knew, the regular morning routine in the bedroom
next to his and Perv's was for Luke's morning glory to be dealt with by
Joe's mouth, giving the younger boy his first protein of the day.

"Glad you're dad's boyfriend, Taste," Luke said to the toast, "Fucking
magic here now."

"Fanks, Luky," Tasty almost stopped his whisking, "Still find it `ard ter
fuckin' believe."

The boys looked at each other, eyes locked, sharing something that could
not be shared with words.

"Be after you myself if you weren't already taken," Luke grinned to lighten
things up a bit, excess emotion before breakfast is a little indigestible.

"Might let yer," Tasty chirped back, "If I were gay, like."

Teenage laughter filled the kitchen before Tasty started the cooking of the
well whisked eggs.

It were `ard ter believe, though; Tasty's mind wandered back to the events
that had led to this moment.

                                                                             ***

"Yer gettin' the bus `ome?" Tasty asked Luke, offering him a fag as they
left the training ground after football coaching.

"Dad's coming to collect me," Luke answered, taking the offered cigarette
and producing his lighter, "Should have time to finish this before he gets
here."

That gave Tasty a problem; `ee wanted ter see Perv agin, course `ee did,
speshly after that chat wiv `is muvver at the weekend, but `ee were due ter
meet `im tomorrer an' it might look a bit pushy, like, if `ee were arahnd
wen `ee came ter pick up `is kid. An' `ee'd feel a right dick, sayin'
sumfin' like, `Ello Mr. Evans' wen all `ee wanted ter do was frow `imself
in `is arms, an' `ee couldn't pretend `ee didn't, could `ee, cos that'd be
lyin' ter Perv an' `ee ain't ever done that an' `ee weren't gonna eever.

"Nah, yer ok," Tasty said, "I best be goin'."

"Wait till we've finished these," Luke almost pleaded, desperate that Tasty
should not depart before his father arrived – that would completely ruin
his plan. It had taken ages to convince his dad that he had to ask Tasty to
be his proper boyfriend, carefully avoiding any mention of any possible
(and blatantly obvious) emotional involvement between them, because any
such suggestion would have been well gay, concentrating instead on the
logistical difficulties of driving around at night, looking for somewhere
they could have a decent, uninterrupted suck.

"I'll do it when I meet him on Wednesday," Perv had conceded.

"No you won't, you'll do it on Tuesday, when you pick me up after
training," Luke had insisted, "And Joe and I will be there then to make
sure you do. And when he's said `yes' you can bring him back here and do
things properly."

Now Tasty was trying to ruin everything by doing a runner.

"You won't miss your bus, it doesn't go for another twenty minutes."

"Nah, yer awlright," Tasty said again and started to move off when Luke's
plans were saved by the bell, or at least by the arrival of his father's
car.

"There y'are," Tasty said when he saw the car, "'Ee's `ere nah; I'll be
orf."

"No you won't," a desperate Luke grabbed the other boy's arm, "Dad want's a
word with you."

"Yer wot? Wot abaht?" A sudden dread lumped like lead in the boy's
stomach. Was this the moment he got dumped? Was Perv gonna ditch `im,
finkin' he couldn't frow a wobbly cos `is kids was abaht? Couldn't be no
uver reason could there?

Tasty wanted to run, get away from this horror, hide the tears that were
hot behind his eyes, kick out his hurt and anger on a shop window or
something, but Perv was out of his car now and coming towards him, urged on
by the younger boy, Joe. He wanted to run, but if he ran he'd never see
Perv again; he'd have to give up football because he couldn't keep playing,
not with Perv turning up all the time with Luke.

"Something I need to say to you," Perv began when he reached Luke and
Tasty, which, under the circumstances, was not his best possible choice of
words.

Like a man being led to execution, Tasty followed Perv till they were about
twenty yards away from the other two boys.

Perv awkwardly fished out his cigarettes and without thinking, handed one
to Tasty who still held the glowing remains of the cigarette he had been
smoking with Luke. Dumbly, Tasty took it anyway, and lit it from the stub
in his hand.

"We've been seeing each other for about three months now," Perv tried
again, and, once more, failed to find the correct words, the ones he
selected adding to Tasty's conviction that he was being ditched.

"So yer tellin' me ter fuck orf," Tasty said, the lead in his belly making
his voice flat as stone. He would jump rather than be pushed.

"What?" Perv was horrified, lost for words; which, considering the mess
he'd made of the one's he'd used so far, was probably a good thing.

"'Ad enuff ov me nah, `as yer," Tasty snarled, his anger beginning to boil,
"Fahnd sum uver kid ter gobble?"

Perv abandoned his plans of finding a way to say what he wanted to say
without it sounding gay, or sounding as if he assumed the boy was gay,
because that would have been disastrous, or without it sounding soft and
emotional because no teenage boy would be able to stomach that; he just
blurted out.

"No. I want you to be my boyfriend. Properly, not secretly in a lay-by or a
car park."

"Yer fuckin' wot?" Tasty was unable to assimilate what he had just heard –
it was so not what he was expecting to hear.

"I want you to be my proper boyfriend.........please." Perv said, barely
above a whisper, braced for the inevitable, contemptuous rejection.

Tasty's jaw dropped, the lead in his belly turned to jelly and nothing he
could do would stop the tears flooding out. He did the only thing he could
to hide the embarrassing flow of water and threw himself into Perv's arms,
almost knocking the man off his feet with the force of the contact. Head
buried in the man's shoulder, he sobbed and snuffled.

Luke and Joe, seeing the events unfold, charged across the twenty
intervening yards and hurled themselves into the maul that rapidly became a
ruck.

"Guess he said yes then," Joe whooped.

"Told you he would," Luke observed when they started to loosen and part.

"Yer knew abaht this?" a wide eyed Tasty asked the two wildly grinning
brothers, "Abaht me an' `im?"

"Why did you think I was so keen on keeping you here till he arrived," Luke
sighed, people can be so thick sometimes!

"We had to make him do it now, with us around so we knew he hadn't
chickened out," Joe announced proudly.

"We thought," Luke went all Victorian, "That now mother has gone, he ought
to make an honest boy of you, and," the Victorian mode slipped, "He didn't
have the balls to do it on his own so we arranged for family support." He
saw the look of incomprehension in Tasty's eyes and clarified, "He thought
you'd tell him to do one if he asked you."

Tasty wiped his snivelling nose with the sleeve of his hoody, "Woulda
fuckin' grabbed `im," he said.

"We noticed," Joe giggled, "So what you fucking crying for?"

"Cos I'm fuckin' `appy, yer daft cunt," Tasty managed to get out a grin,
"Fuckin' over the fuckin' moon. I fort he were gonna dump me." He wiped
away another batch of tears with a less than clean hand. "Fuckin' magic!"
The realisation that he was telling two teenage boys he was nuts about
their father flashed into his mind, so he returned to clinging on to Perv
as tightly as he could in case the man somehow escaped.

"You think a little celebratory munchies is called for, boys?" Perv managed
to ask, by peering over Tasty's shoulder.

"Yeh," twelve year old and ever hungry Ben enthused, "Pizza Hut, Pizza
Hut!"

Luke, whose efforts at being a matchmaker had met with such a resounding
success, wanted something a little more upmarket.

"Not, the Pizza Hut," he said with a twinkle, "That's too everyday for an
engagement party; how about a Chinese?"

Perv gave his elder son a warning glare, but Luke ignored him – he was
having far too much fun to take any notice of pretend glares.

Ben was confused by the `engagement party ` bit so Luke explained that as
their father had asked Josh to become his real and proper boyfriend, and
Josh had accepted, they were, to all intents and purposes, now engaged, and
no doubt their father would be getting Josh a ring at the first possible
opportunity.

This earned Luke another glare from Perv, the effect of which was to reduce
the boy to a fit of giggles.

Tasty, who was nowhere near understanding why Perv's boys should have
engineered this whole event, nor why they were so obviously chuffed that
their father now had a boyfriend, and Luke, at least, appeared to be well
pleased that he was their father's chosen one, did manage to comprehend
that everyone was basically delighted, and that he was the cause of that
delight.

"Dunno wot yer all on abaht," he grinned, having temporarily removed his
face from Perv's armpit, "But if yers all `appy `bout fings, an' all," he
took the final, definitive step into a different life, "Yer can call me wot
`ee calls me." He gave Perv a fierce hug, and, as he still had both arms
wrapped round the man, it was fairly fierce. "I'm Tasty, not fuckin' Josh,
right?"

"Tasty?" Joe squeaked, "What the fuck?"

"Because that's what I think he is," Perv told him, which earned him a
magnificent smile from the boy who was still clinging to him.

"An' I calls `im Perv," Tasty sniggered, "Cos that's wot `ee is."

Luke, quite literally, was on the ground, howling with laughter, and even
Joe managed to see the funny, and quite accurate, element in their names
for each other.

It was, they all decided, time they went, before anyone began to wonder why
they were in the middle of the grass parking area with Tasty wrapped round
Perv and two boys rolling around the ground in convulsive giggles.

They managed to get Tasty to a decent Chinese restaurant, though the boy
was concerned, that he was inappropriately dressed.

"Me cloves ain't good enuff fer nowhere posh," but Perv pointed out that he
was dressed in exactly the same way as Luke and Joe, which was true, though
Tasty's outfit was in rather poorer condition than the others.

"Don't yer go callin' me `Tasty' at football, mind," Perv's now boyfriend
leaned over his seat to tell the two boys in the back, which produced more
giggling and rolling around.

They found a quiet corner in the restaurant where Tasty dragged out of the
boys exactly how they had found about him and Perv, in the course of which
the matter of Mrs. Perv's departure from the scene came up.

"She just did one," Luke explained, "Left a note saying that since dad was
no good at fucking she'd found someone who was and we could all piss off."
Knowing exactly how wicked and evil he was being, Luke looked Tasty
straight in the eyes and asked, "That's not true, is it? The bit about dad
being no good at fucking?"

Ben spat a mouthful of spring roll onto the table, Perv went the colour of
beetroot and Tasty's eyes widened in shock. This was one well weird family
he decided, but, with remarkable aplomb, replied with a completely straight
face,

"Dunno; we ain't got rahnd ter that yet. Tell yer wen we `ave, though."
Then he too fell into a giggle fit.

He had to ask the one big question that was bothering him – why were
these two boys so completely accepting of him and their father `being
together'?

Luke it was who explained – Ben was far too busy trying not to spit out
more spring roll to manage words.

"We've been wanting to switch our rooms round for ages," he told Tasty,
"Turn Ben's room into a sort of study and computer and games room, and both
share what was my bedroom. The old witch that was our mother would never
have allowed it, but as soon as she did one, we asked dad, and he asked us
if we wanted a double bed instead of two single ones."

It was Tasty's turn to find difficulty in keeping food in his mouth, even
more so when Luke added,

"We've been doing stuff for about two years, in secret, obviously. Now we
don't have to be secret anymore; in the house, that is."

With all these family revelations going on, Tasty decided it was a good
moment to reveal his own.

"Me muvver told me on Sa'urday that she were a lessie an' she'd fahnd some
bird she likes."

"Shit!" Luke expostulated, "What did you do?"

Ben deposited more food on the table and floor.

"Told `er abaht me an' im," Tasty grinned, nodding in Perv's direction.

"You what?" Perv was horrified, the ramifications of such revelation being
unthinkable.

"S'll right," Tasty smirked, "She jus' told me ter be careful an' not get
fahnd aht, cos it'd be big trouble fer `yer."

Tasty later sent a text to his mother telling her that he would not be home
until after she'd left for work in the morning and then he found out just
how inaccurate Mrs. Perv's accusation had been. Not that he had anyone to
compare Perv with, of course, and not that he had any intention of being
able to make any comparison, but Perv fucked him into another universe.

"Seein' as yer's me proper boyfriend nah," he told Perv the moment the
duvet was covering them, "Yer ain't go no choice, `as yer. Yer gotta fuck
me."

"All in good time," Perv had answered and set about trying to find any
traces of Chinese food that might have remained in Tasty's mouth.

That essential task completed he began to orally sample the complete boy,
starting on his neck, moving to shoulder and then going underneath his arm,
which, as Tasty had worked quite hard at football training, was in need of
a good wash. Perv did not let that deter him, strangely the scent and
flavour of boy sweat acting more as an aphrodisiac than a deterrent, even
more so because skin was completely innocent of hair.

From shoulder to nipple, the sucking and licking of which made Tasty
firstly gasp and then wriggle, writhe and whimper.

"Wha' ......... the........fuck..........yer.........doin'?" he eventually
managed to squeak, words coming between sucked in breaths.

"Checking that your name is an accurate description of you," Perv mumbled
to the boy's nipple, and continued with his oral sampling.

Stomach, belly button and cock all received a good tongue investigation,
before Tasty had his balls thoroughly licked and sucked, followed by his
right thigh from groin to knee cap and his left thigh from knee cap to
groin.

He did not need to be told to turn over, doing so of his own volition so
Perv could treat his back in the same fashion before getting down to the
real oral business which was, of course, giving him a monumental eating
out.

Tasty was under no misapprehension as to where this pleasant and very
stimulating attention was leading – he was going to be fucked. He did
not actually want to be fucked, he had no innate, craving desire to have
cock inside him, but he did want Perv to fuck him, he did want Perv's cock
inside him because he wanted to be totally and completely Perv's real and
proper boyfriend.

This mental conflict could have made his defloration a less than pleasant
experience, but Tasty's over-riding desire was to please Perv and instead
of tensing and tightening up, he relaxed completely and concentrated on the
enjoyment Perv's attentions were giving him.

His hole twitched and pulsed when Perv lubed him after that extended
munching, and his sphinctre made almost no instinctive objection when the
first finger probed, pushed and made its way into him.

Amazingly, it felt even better than tongue, perhaps because it went deeper
into him, and, once inside, it was surprisingly pleasant. Perv had no more
experience of dealing with boys' cunts than Tasty's cunt had of being dealt
with, but he had fingered the female variety on numerous occasions and made
the sensible decision to treat one the same way as he had the other.

With his finger fully inserted he began a slow, gentle fucking movement and
was quite surprised when the boy started making mewling noises and
wriggling around as he pushed in deep. Perv was, incredible as it might
seem, utterly ignorant of the effect of prostrate massage, but, since the
boy seemed to seriously appreciate it when his finger brushed that tiny bit
inside his fuck chute, he continued to do it and, therefore, continued to
work the boy up towards his biggest ever sexual high.

However ignorant Perv was about the requirements of boy fucking, he did
work out that one finger was not going to be enough to stretch the boy's
hole wide enough to take cock, so he added a second and then a third,
insertions that caused the boy to whimper even more and even add a groan or
two.

Perv made the odd appreciative noise or two himself; he'd already
discovered that eating a boy's cunt was a notch or ten up on munching on
muff burger, and now he found that fingering the hot, tight, gripping,
velvet sheath of boy was on a different planet in terms of digital delight
from the wet, sloppy, loose entrance of a female. He made a mental note to
get his fingers inside Tasty at a later time while he orally enjoyed the
boy's cock; not now though because he felt it would be unkind to deprive
Tasty of the joy of being fucked whilst his balls were still well-filled.

Whatever his mind had thought, and did still feel to a certain extent,
Tasty had been eaten and fingered to the point where his body was screaming
for cock inside it.

"Try an' keep yer fuckin' fingers up me," he grunted and began the quite
difficult and considerably flexible and athletic feat of raising up his
left leg, getting it over the top of Perv's head and down again on the
other side, thus turning himself from front to back, delightfully, from
both their points of view, retaining internal possession of Perv's
fingers. Tasty had watched enough porn to have decided that he wanted to be
on his back, legs in the air and able to watch, at least a bit, of his
virginity loss.

Knowing it was now time, Perv lubed his prick with his free hand, removed
the fingers of the other from the boy's delightful hole and, after a couple
of failed attempts, got the lining up correct and began his entry into
paradise.

It was, of course, nothing like the entry into the gaping chasm of a female
slit, a similar difference to walking through an open doorway and squeezing
through a too narrow gap in iron railings. Even though the boy's hole had
been stretched there was still a notable variation between the size of the
hole and the size of the cock that was attempting to get inside it and, for
a moment or two, Tasty's sphinctre contemplated putting up a fight and
refusing to permit entrance to the boy's bowels.

It was a brief, though more than just token resistance, before the boy's
arse gave up the unequal struggle and outer plus inner defences allowed
themselves to stretch, accommodate and fiercely grip invading cock.

Tasty forced himself to relax as cock pushed its way into him and, because
he relaxed, his fuck chute welcomed the invader, dragging it inside as a
welcome guest. A moment of sharp pain, a longer spell of discomfort and
then he was up amongst the stars, pushing himself onto the prick that
penetrated him. He did not surrender himself to being fucked, he
co-operated with it to the best of his inexperienced ability, matching
thrusts with pushes and rapidly learning to use his internal arse muscles
to increase his pleasure and Perv's wonder at why he had never thought of
doing this before.

Boys, Perv realised within micro seconds of his entry, were not a
substitute for women when it came to sex, boys were the real thing, women
no more than shadowy imitations. He eased himself in and out, sometimes
very slowly, sometimes quite forcefully. He drove in with short, hard, fast
thrusts and he even came all the way out just to have the pleasure of going
back in again.

Man and boy moaned and grunted, whispered and shouted as adult cock reamed
tight boy hole and in the next bedroom two naked boys played with each
other's pricks, ears pressed to the wall, waiting for the final shout of
all that would announce orgasm had been achieved, that Tasty was full of
Perv spunk and the boys could begin their own wild fucking in imitation and
celebration of their father and his boyfriend.

Tasty, in the few, brief moments when thought was possible, could not
believe what was happening to him. Yeh, he wos bein' fucked, but `ee'd
expected ter just put up wiv it cos it were sumfin `ee `ad ter do fer Perv
cos the bloke `ad made `im so fuckin' appy, `adn't `ee, an' if `ee wanted
ter fuck a boy's arse then, it were `is that `ad ter be fucked, weren't
it. Wot `ee `adn't `spected though, wos that it'd be so fuckin'
magic. `Avin' `is cock dun an `is arse licked an' stuff wos pretty bloody
amazin', but it weren't nuffin' on gettin' fucked!

His body writhed as Perv's adult cock reamed him, filling every micrometre
of his fuck chute; `ee cud feel evry little ridge ov the bloke's cock as it
went in an' aht ov `im, an' `ee fuckin' loved it, din't `ee.

He had no idea that he was telling Perv to keep going, to fuck him harder,
`ter fuck me fuckin' brains aht', but the listening boys heard every word,
every groan and every gasp, and by mutual consent the younger boy bent,
braced himself against the wall and gratefully accepted his older brother's
cock inside him.

Tasty had gone down to breakfast that morning, naked naturally, walking
more like a duck than a fourteen year old boy.

Luke raised an eyebrow and grinned, Joe giggled.

"Yer fuckin' muvver's a fuckin' liar," Tasty assured them, a statement the
two boys received with unrestrained delight.

"Good one, was it, then?" Luke asked unnecessarily.

"One?" Tasty raised his eyes to the ceiling, "Did me free fuckin' times,
din't `ee. Last one were just nah."

"Good one, dad," the brothers chorused when their father arrived in the
kitchen.

"Good fuckin' free," Tasty grunted, the tone of his voice nowhere near
matching the happy gleam in his eyes.

                                                                          ***

From there on, magic had become unbelievable; no romantic novel would get
anywhere near matching the development of Tasty's affair with Perv.

The day following the loss of his cherry, Perv, along with his two boys,
had picked Tasty up after school and taken him into town to buy the
promised ring, a simple twisted red and white gold item that Tasty liked
the look of, but ignored once he had seen the price tag. Perv bought it
anyway, brushing away futile protests, and ceremoniously put it on the
third finger of Tasty's left hand.

He'd shyly, but proudly, showed it to his mother, who hugged him and told
him that she shouldn't be saying things like this, but he had to do
everything, and she meant everything, he must do to keep his man happy.

"Yeh, mum, I know," Tasty had answered, then grinned, irrepressibly happy,
and told her "Started on that last night, an' I fuckin' loved it."

 Mother talked things over with her new girlfriend, who had a very nice
place even higher up the hill than Perv's, and then met Perv in order to
regularise affairs.

"Know it's all wrong, like, but ain't nuffin' we can do ter change fings,
even if we wanted to, which I don't an' I'm fuckin' sure you don't
eever. Lucy reckons best fing is if I moves in wiv her, an' as it woodn't
be right, wood it, `avin' a kid ov fourteen wankin' `imself silly arahnd
the `ouse all day cos `ee `ain't wiv yer, be best if he come an' lived `ere
wiv yer. We's only gonna be just up the `ill, so's I cud still see lots ov
`im, like."

Two weeks later Tasty moved in with Perv and his boys, his mother going to
live with her girlfriend, and with Tasty wandering around the house naked
all the time, the other two boys followed rapidly his lead, unashamedly
giving their father plenty to look at.

                                                                                    ***

Yer ever fort abaht gettin' a man?" Tasty asked as he put the cooked eggs
on the toast Luke had made.

"Not my scene," Luke grinned cheerfully, "Quite satisfied with Joe's arse,
thanks all the same."

"Yeh," Tasty mused, eyeing up the younger boy as he arrived for breakfast,
"Wouldn't mind tryin' `im meself."

"You should," Luke encouraged, knowing he was teasing his younger brother,
"Not as tight as he used to be, but still worth fucking."

"Piss off," Joe snapped back, before winking at Tasty; "You're welcome any
time you want; probably a much better fuck than dick-head there."

The teasing banter was just that, all three boys knowing that there would
be no variations in their bed time arrangements: doing stuff with your
brother or your man was ok, mixing things up would be gay, and there were
no gay people in their house, even when Tasty's mother and her girlfriend
came for their weekly visit.



And that, dear Reader, is the joy of fantasy............in a world of make
believe, happy endings are possible.