Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:13:07 -0700
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: In Real Life (Chp 02)

This story is fictional and involves sexual activity between
a teenage boy and an adult man. The laws enacted to
protect children from abuse mean that such acts would be
illegal if carried out, so by all means fantasize, but keep
your hands off the kids. The story is copyright and may
only be published on nifty.org

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He saw the boy lift a white string of sperm to his mouth
and lower it down his throat.

Suddenly the connection was cut and the image went blank.

John thought, "Wow that was really horny. I'd love to see
him again but I bet he'll never come on again."

He had to deal with his rampant hard cock straining against
his trousers. Making sure that the "office" door was closed
he re-released the hard pillar of flesh by pushing his
trousers and boxers down his hairy legs. Leaning back in
the computer chair it only took a few strokes before extra
large spurts of pearly juice shot onto his shirt and tie.
"Ooops that will be some more secret cleaning to be done
tomorrow." He panted as he tidied up his clothes with a
tissue. He redressed then turned off the computer and
opened a window to disperse the smell of sex before
leaving the room. He quietly went to his bedroom to
change his clothes.

In the kitchen 100 miles away in the county of Nottingham
a naked boy called Tim stood bare footed on cold quarry
floor tiles. In front of him the computer screen had milky
streaks of cum running down the screen and there were
splats on the table top. The sound of his father's Range
Rover bumping along the gravel drive in the dark towards
the house had quickly deflated the erection. Tim hurriedly
switched off the computer and grabbed some kitchen towel.
He wiped up all the obvious sperm and dropped the sodden
tissue in the waste bin before grabbing his clothes and
running naked through the house to his bedroom. In his
rush he did not notice the shadowy figure outside of the
kitchen window.

Thirty seconds later the key rattled in the front door and it
was bashed open as Tim's father struggled in with bags of
shopping. "Hi Tim, I'm home. Can you come and give me
a hand with putting away the shopping?"

"I'll be right down Dad, I'm just changing out of my school
things." A minute or so later the 14 year old boy rattled
down the stairs to help put the groceries away in the
kitchen cupboards. Tim's heart was still thumping at the
narrow escape. His face was flushed and he was fully
dressed, but his father noticed a small damp spot on the
crotch of the boy's jeans. Remembering how horny he  was
when he 14 he didn't mention it, thinking that there
probably some hot magazines stuffed under the boy's bed
upstairs. As Tim grabbed a box of cereals he noticed a
couple of missed splats of milky cum on the table next to
the computer. He quickly walked over and hid them with
the cereal box before wiping them away. "Dad, there's a
competition on that cereals box. Don't put them away, 'cos
I'll want to go on the web later to enter the competition."

"Ok son, let's hope that you win something. When is Mum
back from the Committee meeting?"  "It will be about 8
o'clock. Did you buy any Pizza I'm starving."  "Yes, I'll
put it on to cook now. Have you done all of your
homework?" "No, there are still a couple of pages left. I'll
go and do it now. Call me when the Pizza is ready."

He turned and went upstairs, relieved that he'd managed to
spot and tidy that last cum from the table. He did not notice
his father Chris's smile that grew when he noticed that the
damp patch on the front of Tim's jeans had increased
slightly in size.  Tim dumped his school bag on the desk in
his room and dug out the homework books. He ploughed
into the homework, but in his mind he was reliving the
excitement of the wank in front of a total stranger, a guy
older than his own father. The feeling inside him had been
the strongest ever when he had cum spraying everywhere.
His cock got hard again with the exciting feelings. Then he
noticed the damp patch on his jeans. "Oh God I hope that
Dad didn't see that." He untucked his shirt from the waist
of his jeans to cover the damp spot. He had just finished his
homework when his father called up the stairs. "Pizza is
ready, come down and sit at the table."

When Tim arrived in the kitchen he found he found his
older brother Adam seated at the table with his father.
There was a large pepperoni pizza on the table with salad
and plenty of fresh baked bread.  Tim noticed his father's
eyes look him over as he approached the table. "Boy was
he glad that he'd covered the damp spot on his jeans." He
sat down and loaded his plate with Pizza.

"Tim , I'll be taking Adam out to the gym for a game of
badminton this evening. We won't be back until 10:00 pm.
Will you be ok alone waiting for mum?" "Yeh no, problem
dad. There's a great film on satellite later." "Hey, squirt I
know what you'll be doing when we go out and it won't be
watching the telly" jeered his brother. Tim kept his eyes
low over his plate of Pizza, feeling the hot flush rush up his
neck. "You'll be nicking my PS2 again won't you Tim."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry I won't break it."

"Adam you just worry about the badminton. I'm going to
give to real hard work out tonight. You'll be so tired that
your won't be able to walk properly afterwards. Tim, will
you make sure that you tidy your room tonight before your
mum gets home? Make sure that you put everything away.
You don't want your mum to find any "mess" do you? "
said his Dad looking meaningfully at Tim. "You can wash
up these plates too, because Mum will be tired when she
gets back." As his father and older brother left the kitchen
to go out Tim tidied the plates putting them in to the sink
ready for washing. He'd just finished putting the last plate
in the drying rack when his father's Range Rover bumped
down the drive and out into the road.

Tim rushed over to the computer and switched it back on. It
took a while to reboot and Tim impatiently logged into the
IM software. He was getting horny again and wanted to
chat with Luckyman69. He was out of luck, none of his
contacts were on line. He switched off the PC and went into
the lounge to watch TV. His mum didn't arrive home until
9:30. "Hi Mum, how did the meeting go?" "It was long
boring and a waste of time, Tim. Where's your dad?" "Oh
he got in earlier from shopping and did dinner, but he went
out with Adam to play badminton." "I wish he wouldn't
leave you alone in the house like this. He should have taken
you as well." "Aw, mom, it's ok I don't mind staying in, I
got plenty to do." "Well, you'd best go to bed. You have
school early tomorrow and don't forget to brush your
teeth."

Tim wandered upstairs and jumped on his bed. He grabbed
a book and started reading. He soon became engrossed in
the story. "Tim, I mean it, bed time its after 10.30 and you
should be asleep" said his mum through the door. He
groaned and slid off the bed. He knew that he had to get up
early in time to have breakfast and then catch the train to
school in town. He carefully laid out his clean clothes on
the chair by the window ready for tomorrow morning. The
shirt over the back of the chair, his blazer on the back of the
door, the trousers neatly hung and his socks and underwear
on the seat of the chair. He then stripped down to his
slightly stained briefs and jumped into bed. He had a big
warm soft goose down duvet which was a good thing
because the house got cold at night. His father only allowed
the heating to run from 5pm to 10pm saying that anymore
would be a waste. Tim's mum had tried leaving pyjamas by
his bed but he never wore them because they were too old
fashioned. He switched out the light and lay there going
over the evening's horny session on the PC in his mind. He
wanted to chat with Luckyman and find out what he was
like.

The cute little 7th grade boy called Geoff knelt on the
classroom floor and unclasped the catch on the Tim's
school trousers and slid them down. "Oh Tim I want it, I
want to suck your cock." The younger boy groped his
idol's hard cock through the soft white cotton briefs, his
little hand rubbing up and down. Tim felt his horny hard
cock spring out as Geoff urgently pulled the stained briefs
down. Tim stood there, back slightly arched as the little
blond hair boy grabbed the hard cock in both hands and
started wanking it.  The rest of Geoff's classmates  cheered
as the wanking reached a crescendo as Tim's sperm
sprayed over the younger boy's face, shirt and school
blazer. Tim gasped in horror as Mr Williamson stepped
through the classroom door and saw him standing the
middle of the floor with his trousers and briefs around his
ankles. The whole 7th year class went quiet.

Tim suddenly awoke in the dark of his bedroom. The sound
of the door click had brought him from his sleep. "Oh wow,
it was a dream. I'd have been so embarrassed doing that in
front of so many boys." The dream had made him hard
though, he could feel his aching balls and cock. As Tim
rolled over in his bed he felt a cool trickle run down his
belly onto the sheet.  He'd cum in his sleep. Then he
realised that his briefs were down to his knees. He pulled
them back up and went back to sleep.

"Come Tim, get up you'll be late." Yelled his father as he
poked his head around the bedroom door. Tim looked at the
bedside clock. "Oh no 6:30 already" groaned Tim. He
jumped out of bed, grabbed a dressing gown and rushed
into the bathroom where he quickly showered. The cold
room filled with steam from the shower. "Come on Tim, I
need a shower too," said Adam. Tim jumped, he'd not
heard Adam come into the bathroom. "Get out I'm naked."
"Well you would be if you are in the shower, hurry up I'll
be back in a minute." Tim quickly finished showering dried
himself quickly and put on his dressing gown and ran back
to his bedroom. He closed the door and dropped the
dressing gown and shivered. As he picked up his clean
briefs from the floor and pulled them on he silently wished
that his dad would not be so mean and would  run the
heating in the mornings. "Oh damn he though, I  haven't
dried properly as he felt a cold damp patch in the crotch of
his briefs. I haven't got time to find another pair." He
pulled on his shirt and trousers, then grabbed his socks
from the chair and finished dressing. He was finishing his
neck tie as he rumbled down the stairs.  Breakfast was on
the table and he gulped down some Shredded Wheat before
dashing up to his room to grab his book bag. He rushed out
of the house combing his hair. "Bye dad, I got to rush or
I'll miss the train." As he wheeled his bike out along the
drive he saw Mr Greenway from next door getting into his
car. "Hi Tim, do you want a lift? I go past your school. We
can chat along the way"

Tim briefly thought about it, he liked his neighbour but his
mates should be on the train. Tim smiled, but said "No
thanks Mr Greenway, I'm meeting someone at the station."
Tim rode off as fast as he could to the rail station. As he got
there and had locked his bike in the rack he saw the train
arriving at the station. He rushed onto the platform and just
managed to jump into the last carriage before it pulled
away. The carriage was empty apart from himself.  Tim
opened his bag and dug out the Chemistry book - he had to
finish reading a section on organic stuff. At the next station
two people got into the carriage. One of them a lady sat at
the other end. The one was a man of about 30 who jumped
in as the train pulled away. The rest of the carriage was
empty but the man sat next to Tim. The man tried to start a
conversation: "Oh you are from St John's High? I used to
go there." "Yeh, sure, but I'm sorry I have to read this
chapter."  "Ok then I'll leave you in peace."  The man
stayed next to Tim but opened his newspaper and started
reading.  Tim could feel the man looking at him. He looked
down at the man's crotch. It was not hidden by the paper.
He could see that the man had a hard cock snaking down
the side of his upper thigh. Tim could see the outline of the
penis head. He realised that he should move away, closer to
the lady at the other end of the carriage, but Tim's little
brain took over and started to grow in sympathy. It tented
out his school trousers. The man rubbed his leg slightly
against Tim's. He knew he should move away, but his
traitorous body responded and pushed back gently against
the man's advances. "Oh god, I wonder if he is going to
fuck me." thought Tim. "That women won't see us if he's
quiet but it is only a few minutes to the next station." Tim's
heart pounded hard in his chest  as the man stroked the
outline of his cock through his trousers. He put his
newspaper away and gently pushed the chemistry book
away from Tim's unresisting grasp. Tim was openly
looking at the man's crotch. The man whispered: "Do you
want to touch it?" He brushed his hand over the top of
Tim's trousers coming into contact with the boy's erection.
"I can see that someone likes it." The man's hand closed
around the shape of the boy's erection and gently moved up
and down. "Do you want me to stop or do you want it?"
Tim squirmed on the bench seat his body pushing his cock
deeper into the man's hand. The man briefly paused to
unzip his trouser fly. Tim could see that he had no
underwear. "Go on, touch me, put your hand in there and
get it out." The man's hand guided one of Tim's hands to
the opening in the trousers and gently pushed it in. Tim
realised that he hadn't been breathing and forced himself to
calm down. His hand touched the man's hairy leg and the
man arched his back in response. The man unzipped the fly
to Tim's school trousers and his fingers crept in feeling the
soft white briefs underneath. He sighed and the finger
probed further finding Tim's shaft. "Go on boy, touch my
cock." Tim's hand went in deeper into the other trousers
and soon for the first time in his 14 year life he touched
another man's cock. It was so warm and hard, yet silky
soft. He moved his fingers down the trouser leg to the tip of
the cock. It was sticky with fluid. Tim could see the outline
of his hand around the cock under the man's trousers.
There was damp patch in the cloth.  Suddenly the man
slipped off the bench seat pulling himself from Tim's
grasp. He knelt in front of Tim, between the boy's legs. He
reached up and unbuckled the clasp of the boy's school
trousers. He started to pull the trousers and briefs down.
Tim lifted his bottom to allow the man access. He pulled
the boy's trousers and briefs down to his knees. Tim felt the
roughness of the seat material against his bottom and legs
as his cock rose exposed in the air. He hoped that it
wouldn't hurt too much when the man fucked him. He
hoped that he won't spray cum over my uniform.

"It's beautiful" said the man gazing at the boy's cock that
stood waiting for his mouth. "Can I suck you?" ask his
hands worked under the boy's smooth buttocks gently
digging in and slowly search for the crack. Tim bit his lip
as he nodded. He hope that no one found them and he
wouldn't get into any trouble. He could see the man's cock
at the edge of the seat it was big and hard. It would hurt
when it was pushed into his ass.  For the first time in his
life he felt a hot man's mouth surround his cock surround
his cock and apply a sucking pressure. "Oh that  feels
weird. Oh that feels good." whispered Tim. He pushed
gently into the man's mouth and the suction increased. He
felt the tongue run along the underside of the cock.  Tim
reached down felt for and grabbed the man's hard cock. It
felt so big. The man stopped sucking and pulled Tim
further down into the seat lifting his smooth slim legs up
into the air. Tim knew that his asshole was now exposed to
the giant cock and that soon he wouldn't be a virgin any
more. Time had slowed right down and Tim could hear
nothing of the surroundings. He just focused on the
sensations to his ass as the man's probing tongue lapped at
his ass hole.   He knew that he will be going to school with
a sore ass and the man's cum leaking onto his briefs during
the day. The tongue probed deeper and then Tim felt a
finger being pushed into his ass. It hurt a bit but it wasn't
dry.

Suddenly the man stopped and pushed Tim's legs down.
"Get dressed" he hissed as he pulled up his trousers and
grabbed the newspaper. The man sat in the opposite seat as
Tim struggled to quickly pull up his pants and trousers as
the train began to pull into the next station. Tim had pulled
up his trousers and zipped up before the train stopped. He
was reading the Chemistry book by the time that more
passengers entered the carriage. He looked down and
noticed that his shirt wasn't tucked in but most kids were
like that and it covered the bulge.  With other passengers
nearby nothing else happened on the trip until Tim got out
at the next station. As the got out he felt the man touch his
leg and say: "We'll finish that later, Tim."

When Tim got out he saw his mates who had been two
carriages along. Throwing his bag over his shoulder he ran
to meet them. "Hey, Tim are you feeling ok, you look a bit
flushed."



Continues.


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