Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2012 18:16:54 +0000
From: Theo Smit <theosmitt123@gmail.com>
Subject: English Boys - Part Three

Adult / Youth fiction.

Warning - The following fictional story contains descriptions of sexual
relations between consenting minors and an adult. If this offends you,
or viewing
it is illegal in your domain, please do not read further.

Disclaimer - The following story is fictional. Any resemblance to persons
either living or dead is coincidental.

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I woke late the next morning. My evening with Brandon had left me totally
spent. The kid was so full of energy that he was hard to keep pace with! It
almost felt like that he wanted to try everything in the book as soon as
possible so that he could decide what he liked and did not like.

He craved sexual contact in the same intense way that Adam sought physical
contact. Whilst Adam was a passive recipient, who seemed almost as happy
with a cuddle as he was receiving oral sex, Brandon had much more basic
needs. He was an urgent giver and taker of raw sex - I don't think he loved
me in the way that Adam loved me. He desperately needed little more than
pure sexual gratification - well, maybe occasionally feeding when his mum
had not bothered and the odd top up voucher for his mobile phone. I hoped
that he would grow to love me in the same way that I loved him but there
was no sign that was going to happen!

In a lot of ways Brandon was a complex boy. In the short time that I had known
him I had discovered that he had first had sex with an adult when he was
just ten years of age. His uncle, who was a lodger at his small council
house, had been abusing Brandon's younger sister. When she started to
resist, posing what the uncle perceived as a risk of exposure, Brandon
suddenly became the centre of his attention. The problem was that it was a
very one way relationship that was psychologically abusive for Brandon.

Ironically, Brandon, unlike his sister, was a willing participant and was
happy with the attention. He got a thrill from the sexual contact but his
uncle very selfishly only used him for his own sexual gratification. On a
regular basis he would enter the bedroom that they shared and climb
into Brandon's bed, usually drunk. He would roughly pull the boys
pajama bottoms down and
penetrate him until he had quickly achieved orgasm. He would then return to
his own bed without a word being spoken. On one occasion Brandon had attempted
to hesitantly kiss his uncle only to be admonished and called queer. On
another desperate occasion, whilst being penetrated, Brandon had attempted
to slide his uncles hand down onto his own small but very rigid penis. The
attempt was met with the same hostility and Brandon was told firmly that
the only useful part he had was his 'pussy'. He was forced, yet again, to
resort to masturbating himself quietly with his uncle sleeping in the
adjacent bed. Left, with just the sticky wetness between his legs and
the smell of his uncle lingering on his body.

Even after his uncle had gone a step too far with his sister, and
despite this appalling abuse, Brandon stayed loyal to his uncle. When
the police had questioned him, he denied that his uncle had ever
touched him and he was heartbroken when his uncle was sent to prison.
The only adult who had ever shown any interest in him, over a three
year period, had suddenly been ripped away and Brandon, having just
turned 13, was alone again.

He had told me all this on our first meeting. He had sat on the edge
of my bed, wearing nothing but a faded pair of tight and well worn red
briefs, and had lit a cigarette. We had both just experienced an
indescribable couple of hours of deeply intensive love making, almost
all of which were first time experiences for Brandon. It was as if he
had saved three years of desire and fantasy and had then unleashed it
in my bed. I didn't encourage the smoking but did not try to stop him
either - not yet. He had
spoken in a carefree way that suggested he was not bothered by his uncles
deeds, but underneath I could sense that he was angry, lonely and lacked
any trust in pretty much everyone. I was more than happy to fulfill his
sexual needs but was desperate to win his trust and love.

Brandon's first clumsy attempt at having sex with an adult other than his
uncle had stared, and ended, when I had met him in the shopping centre
toilets. Having read some graffiti on the toilet cubicle wall, he had
suddenly discovered a place where he might meet men - maybe men that would
give him what his uncle had given him, maybe even more. On the very same
day as reading the graffiti he was solicited by a much older man, almost
immediately caught by a security guard and then quickly rescued by me. It
kind of explained the look of joy on his face the first time I had invited
him to my home.

I stretched lazily in my bed and realised that all the reminiscing about
Brandon had given me raging morning hard on. I closed my eyes and thought
about the previous night.

----------x-----------

I had met him at the park the evening before. He had come bounding across
the car park with a big grin on his face and an small but obvious erection
in his grey sweat pants. His hair and hooded Adidas top smelt of
cigarette smoke
and I could feel the cold emanating from him. It was close to freezing
outside and god knows how long he had been hanging around the park. I ramped
up the heating in the car and switched on the heated seats - leather
interior looks great but its bloody cold in an English winter!

He rubbed his almost blue hands together to get warm and muttered "Can I suck
you?".

At his request, I had taught him how to give expert oral sex within days
of us first meeting. Since then it had been a staple part of our play
whenever we met. It did not matter what else we got up to - it always involved
Brandon going down on me.

I smiled at him "Don't you mean Hi David, how are you today!".

He shrugged, still grinning, his steel blue grey eyes looking straight at
me, his freckled snub nose screwing up as he raised his eyebrows "So can I?"

God, I loved this kid so much - I reached across and stroked his cold rosy red
cheek with my thumb. "You can do whatever you want to Brandon, I love you and
will do anything to make you happy". I reached to start the car but his
little hand reached across between my legs. I hesitated "Christ Brandon,
I'm not sure we should do it here, I thought you meant at my house?".

He smiled. "We can do it there too....... but lets do it now.......in
the car.......please". He tugged at the zip on my jeans and I felt his
cold hand slip into my boxer shorts. I had
only been with young Adam less than a hour before and I was still feeling
incredibly horny, my cock immediately responded to his stroking and I undid
my belt and top button on my jeans to make things easier. I glanced around
nervously. It was a cold winter night and very dark outside even though it
was only 5.15pm. The car park was deserted and although the main road
running by the park was busy we were in a fairly discrete spot. Besides, it
did not matter how nervous I was - there was no stopping Brandon now.

He leaned across, whilst drawing my foreskin back with his cold hand,
his blonde mop of hair descended into my lap. I gasped as I felt his
cool lips grip the end of my
shaft, his warm tongue swirling around the head of my penis. I hit the
recline button on my car seat and it slid back and down.

Brandon wriggled to get comfortable, his mouth never leaving me. He
positioned himself with his left leg kneeling in the passenger foot
well and his right leg raised and bent sprawling across the passenger
seat. I placed my right hand gently and encouragingly on the back of
his head - not that he needed any encouragement. I could not resist
reaching across with my left hand and sliding it under the elastic of
his baggy sweat pants. He was wearing cheap white briefs and I allowed
my hand to slide across the thin fabric, feeling the small perfect
buttocks that lay beneath..

Brandon seemed completely engrossed and slowly started to masturbate
himself by humping the small bulge in his sweat pants against the warm
leather seat. His legs spread wider as he gained momentum and I took
the opportunity to push my index finger between his small globes, the
only thing separating me and his wonderful puckered hole being the
thin cotton briefs. It drove him wild, as I knew it would - his
sucking action intensified. After holding back for as long as I could
my cock erupted in his mouth and he did a wonderful job of swallowing
as much as he could.

He sat up suddenly, licking a small dribble of my cum from his chin,
and grabbed the front of his sweat pants. "Shit, I've cum in my pants"
he cursed.

I thought that he had. There was something about the way that his
buttocks had clenched my finger and his legs had involuntarily jerked
as I had filled his mouth, that suggested he had ejaculated
simultaneously.

---------------x------------------

I was bought abruptly out of my day dreaming by my mobile ringing, I
broke away from my thoughts about the previous evening and reached
across to the bedside table.

I cleared my throat then answered "Good morning".

"Oh good morning Dr Beck, this is Brook Hill School, I have Matron on
the line, would you hold please?".

I waited a few seconds as the line clicked. I knew the Matron well but
wondered why she was calling when I was already due to see her later
in the evening.

"Dr Beck, I am so sorry to disturb you. You have a one hour session
planned with Stuart Amos this evening and I wondered if it would be
possible to rearrange it to an earlier time? He has been selected to
sing at a choral performance at 7.00pm. I know it is much earlier than
planned but wondered if you could see him at 5.00pm?"

There was no way that I could get to the school for 5pm. I had
arranged to get Adams pants off again when he got back from school and
he would not leave my house until 4.45pm - he liked to get in the full
hour before his mum got home from work. However, having recently met
Stuart for his first session I desperately wanted to see him again. I
was about to suggest 5.30pm when another thought struck me.....

"Early evening will be impossible I am afraid, as I have other
commitments" I lied. "I know it will be late but maybe I can see
Stuart after his performance, say 9pm?".

"I am so grateful Dr Beck. I spoke to his father today and he is very
keen for Stuart to get immediate treatment - he told me that the boy
must see you as planned today but then I didn't want him to miss the
chance to sing. I think it will take his mind off ........well, recent
events............and it's Friday so he will not have classes
tomorrow.......a late night will not do him any harm, I will make sure
he is ready for bed before you arrive."

I smiled at the thought of seeing Stuart scrubbed and ready for bed!
"That's settled then Mrs Delaney - I will see you at 9pm".

I hit the end call on my phone and slouched back into my bed. Wow,
what a great day ahead - Adam would call by straight after school and
then then I would get to come out of retirement to counsel Stuart in
his pajamas! The only downside was that Brandon had sent me a text
earlier, saying he had been unable to truant school, otherwise my day
would have been end to end boy!

End of Part 3 - All comments or thoughts about the storyline
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