Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2009 10:49:58 +0000
From: Josh Cock <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jake's Friend

All the usual disclaimers apply. This story contains sexual contact between
a boy and an adult male; if that disgusts you, go read something else, you
shouldn't be even thinking of reading this! Jake and Scruffy are real boys
and I did once give them both a cigarette, but that's where reality ends
and fantasy takes over.

			       Jake's Friend

"My mate asked you for a rizla, didn't he?" Jake chirped.

I nodded with a little smile. Jake's mate had been a more than passingly
attractive thirteen year old and I'd have been quite happy to let him have
more than a fag paper!

Jake himself might have passed for eight or nine and he'd been fairly
annoying round the golf club for three or more years, but, annoying or not,
he was a boy and a boy who was always eager to talk to older guys.

This time he had a different mate, a dark haired, slightly scruffy lad, who
looked around thirteen or fourteen.

Jake reached into his pocket and produced a pinched off fag, which he lit,
dragged on and passed to his mate.

"How old are you, Jake?" I asked, I hadn't realised Jake was a smoker, Id
never seen the slightest evidence of this aspect of his character. It did
make him just a little more interesting.

"Twelve," he chirped cheerfully.

"I'm fourteen," his mate announced proudly and I immediately took a closer
look.

Scruffy, yes, but that's not always a bad thing in a boy, and certainly not
pretty, but he did have nice lips, and you can imagine what I thought those
lips would be good for!

Jake's announcement of his age, added to the fact that he smoked, did make
me look at him in a new light. My perverted, boy loving mind couldn't help
wondering what a twelve year old, built like an eight year old, would be
like under the duvet. I don't go for the pre-teen boy, but I do have to
admit to the odd masturbation fantasy of having something that sort of age
sucking my cock. And Jake did have a wide mouth, and he smoked; I've always
found young boys who smoked were far more likely to allow their briefs to
be entered than those who didn't, and that mouth was certainly wide enough
to wrap round something thicker than a cigarette!. Perhaps Jake might be
worth a little gentle cultivation?  After all, at twelve he was almost a
teen, and my senses drooled at the thought of a boy who probably wouldn't
sprout pubes till he was around fifteen, gobbling my cock for the next
three years. Nothing wrong with dreaming.

I fished out my fags and gave Jake one.

"Put it in your pocket," I told him.

"Ta," and he flashed me a very bright smile. An innocent smile, just a
smile of thanks for the cigarette, but it ensured that Jake would certainly
get a few more fags from me in the weeks to come, just to see where it
might lead.

The fourteen year old was sitting just in front of where I was standing,
facing away from me and towards Jake, and, not wanting him to feel left
out, I produced another fag and reached over his shoulder with it, making
sure my hand rested briefly on his chest.

"Cor, thanks," he enthused as he took it.

A little aimless conversation followed, which revealed that Scruffy had
been fourteen in August, only two months ago, mmmm, and then Scruffy stood
up and moved over to nearer where Jake was sitting. This gave me a chance
to check out his groin as he leaned against the wall behind him, now facing
towards me.

I wasn't subtle about it. I didn't know the boy, he didn't know me and we
would probably never see each other again, so I felt free to perv him
openly. If he didn't like being checked out he only had to move. But he
didn't move.

Even though he was wearing trackies, I couldn't see any obvious bulges and
mentally cursed his choice of underwear. Still, can't always win, can you?

I couldn't tell if he realised I was eyeing him, he never looked my way,
never caught my eye, just stood against the wall, looking down at Jake, and
then, all too soon, my playing partners arrived and it was time for my
round and I had to leave them, not without a touch of regret because
Scruffy was, I thought, interesting, and I wasn't expecting to see him
again. Still, there was always Jake; I was certain that I would see Jake
again and feed him another fag. Bit like a fisherman with ground bait, I
suppose. Toss some in and see if you get a bite.

I wasn't surprised to see Jake when I turned up to play the following
Sunday, but I was surprised that Scruffy was with him again. Jake grinned,
and said "Hi," while Scruffy neither ignored me nor acknowledged my
presence.

Not being the shy type, Jake went straight to the point,

"That Egyptian fag you gave us was ok," he chirped.

I'd just come back from holiday and brought a couple of hundred Egyptian
fags with me. Normally I roll, but as these things were only 20p a packet
I'd got them to try out. They were all gone now, but, just in case Jake was
around I'd come prepared, having already decided on a course of action. A
course that might, just might, but probably wouldn't, lead to me finding
out what a twelve year old who looked eight would be like in bed, At the
very worst it would just lead to a very temporarily embarrassed twelve year
old, and I'd seen enough of Jake in the past three years to know the
embarrassment would last for about ten seconds and he certainly wouldn't
run screaming to mummy.

"You wanking yet, Jake?" I asked with as straight a face as I could manage.

Jake's eyes went wide and Scruffy stifled a snigger, but still didn't look
my way.

"Serous question, Jake," I said, taking out a fresh packet of 20 Lambert's
that I'd bought for just this situation, holding them up to make sure that
Jake saw them.

"Not really old enough to smoke if you're not old enough to wank." I said,
tossing the packet up and down.

To be fair to him, Jake didn't blush, but for probably the first time in
his life he was lost for words, but only for about five seconds.

"What about him?" Jake finally spluttered, pointing to Scruffy.

"He's fourteen," I pointed out, "I reckon there's no need to ask him. Is
there," I added to the back of Scruffy's head and was rewarded with another
stifled snigger.

 "So is it a `yes' or a `no'?"

Jake's face split into a huge grin, a grin that demonstrated his mouth was
certainly wide enough for more than a Lambert, "Yeh," he said, adding with
a touch of bravado, "Course."

"Fine," I grinned, "Then you're old enough." I never said old enough for
what, I left that for the boys to figure out, and, of course, their
conclusions would depend on how dirty their little minds were.

I tossed the unopened packet to Jake and said,

"Share them with your mate," I said, adding, just to embarrass Scruffy a
bit as well, "As long as he's at least twice a day."

Scruffy stifled a snort this time, and as I turned away to start my round I
heard him say, "Ten each, then," which at least demonstrated he was a
fairly normal fourteen year old!

I was more than a little surprised to see them still around when I finished
my round, though neither of them was smoking.

I had a coffee, as always, with my playing partners and then headed for the
car park, deliberately going the way that took me past where the boys were
sitting.

"Finished them already?" I joked as I passed them.

"Nah," Jake giggled and Scruffy actually spoke,

"Bit dodgy smoking here," he said. "Some of the old cunts get arsy."

I could understand that, a lot of men have forgotten they were once boys.

"Always come back to mine," I offered on impulse, taking it just a little
bit further than I had originally intended, but without any expectation of
anything other than perhaps a sarcastic look or comment.

No change of expression from Scruffy, either he was a totally innocent
fourteen year old boy who didn't register anything unusual about a man, old
enough to be his grandfather, inviting him to his home – and I've never
come across one of them - or he was an absolute master at giving nothing
away.

"Where you live?" came from Jake, which, I suppose, was the response I
should have expected from him.. Not that Jake would have realised I might
be interested in him for `naughties', just that Jake was that sort of boy

"In town," I said.

"Got to be home by six," Jake chirped, which made it clear he had no second
thoughts about accepting the offer. Perhaps he did have potential? How many
times would I need to take him home for a fag before things progressed to
him getting something else in his mouth?

"No probs. Chelsea and someone on the box, and I'll run you back here
after," I said.

Minutes later, my golf kit and two boys were in the car, and a few minutes
later than that I was sitting on my sofa, telly on and a boy on either side
of me.

Scruffy reached into his pocket for one of the fags I had given him.

"Save those," I said, and produced another packet.

"I bet you two drink booze and smoke weed as well," I teased as they lit
up.

Scruffy snorted, "Chance'd be a fine thing,"

"Well, I guess one beer would be ok," I mused out loud, "If you can handle
it. Smell should have gone by six."

I could feel Scruffy looking at me, but I deliberately took no notice. If
he was trying to work things out then that was fine by me.

"Loads of time," Jake chirruped as I got up to get three beers.

Jake's beer lasted about thirty seconds; Scruffy was in less of a hurry.

Being only the little 30cl bottles I had no worries that either would go
home pissed and I would happily have fed them more if it wasn't for the
inevitability of the evidence being on their breaths when they got home, so
when Jake hinted that another would be welcome I had to point things out
for him.

"Jake," I said, "One of the rules of being young is that you should do all
sorts of things you're not supposed to do, but the important thing is to
not get found out. You don't go home smelling like a brewery, you don't go
home stoned out of your brain and you don't get girls up the spout."

I could feel a little smile grow in Scruffy's mind, but he said nothing.

"And really importantly, when you've been doing things with people who you
shouldn't be doing things with, you keep your mouth firmly shut."

I put the last bit that way so Scruffy could make any connections his mind
came up with, and I just had a feeling that he was making
connections. Jake, I knew, was too young to pick up on vague sexual
innuendo.

"That way," I added, "When you got more time, you can have more fun."

Jake got the point, well, the point about there being no more beer, and
when the game finished I told him to take the three empty bottles into the
kitchen.

As soon as Jake left the room, Scruffy murmured, still without looking at
me,

"I don't have to be home by six."

I managed to hide both my surprise and sudden burst of hope, at his
comment; he was obviously offering to spend a few more hours with me and
that was something I had not been expecting. Nothing in his manner,
behaviour or body language had indicated anything other than that he was
simply here because he was with Jake. Perhaps his mind had been making the
right connections, or perhaps he just wanted more beer. I hadn't got a clue
which. I do not, however, turn down chances to spend time with fourteen
year old boys!

"Can't just dump Jake," I pointed out, accepting his implied offer of
staying longer.

"I can be on the corner of First Lane at half past," he muttered.

"Ok," I agreed just before Jake returned.

...

"Guess you're up for a few more beers, then," I smiled as he got in the car
prompt at six thirty.

"Whatever," he said enigmatically. "Ain't no-one but you be smelling me
breath."

I didn't pick up on the full import of that remark, not yet anyway, though
the `whatever' did make me wonder if he knew what he just might be getting
himself into

.

"Right," I said as he parked on the sofa, "What does a boy want to drink
and smoke?"

"What's on offer?"  Was he playing word games with me, or was he simply
referring to the choice of beverage?

"Just about anything, I guess," I answered, thinking of drink and smoking
material., but not totally.

"You got any blow?" he asked.

Fortunately, I'd used the time between dropping him off and picking him up
again to ensure I had, two twenty bags of green nestling in my pocket.

"Of course," I grinned at him, resisting the impulse to tell him I'd be
happy to blow him anytime.

"Sorted," he grinned back.

"And to drink?"

"Vodka and coke," he suggested.

"You'll be stoned and pissed," I pointed out.

"That's the idea, ain't it?" he said, and I couldn't disagree. Stoned and
pissed I might just get something from him and stoned and pissed he might
just be willing to let me.

I poured him his drink, not overdoing the vodka, he was only just fourteen
after all, and rolled him a joint.

"What you havin'?" he asked, noting his was the only drink on the table.

"I'll have a beer in a bit," I said.

"Only a beer?" He sounded surprised and almost a little disappointed.

"For now."

 He lit the joint, took a few luxurious drags and went to pass it across.

"Not for me," I said.

"Why not? Don't you smoke?"

He was obviously puzzled. Why should a guy provide him with weed and not
have any himself?

 "I got to drive you home later," I pointed out, and I can't do that
stoned."

"You don't have to."

"Oh, yeh," I said sarcastically, "Like I turf you out later to get home
pissed and stoned and probably get picked up by Plod! I don't think so."

"Don't have to," he repeated.

I must have looked really puzzled so he explained patiently,

"Told me mother I was goin' to a party, probably won't be home till
morning. But gotta be back in time to get ready for school"

So that, I thought, explained his earlier comment bout no-one smelling the
booze on him. Had he sussed out that I might have a reason for inviting him
round to get pissed and stoned? If he had, he was certainly not objecting.

Still, I felt I had to make things clear for him; I have no objection to
seducing boys, but I do think a boy should be well aware that his seduction
is a possibility. It cuts down on possible adverse consequences that way,
it's a sort of code. I'm really saying, "I fancy your cock," and he can say
"I know" or "No way" and no-one gets hurt or upset.

.

"Getting stoned and pissed, then spending the night with the guy who's got
you stoned and pissed might, just possibly, end up with more than you just
getting stoned and pissed," I pointed out.

And that was me telling him I quite fancied his cock.

He shrugged. "Ain't no-one gonna find out," he said, which made it very
clear that he had worked out that his seduction was a possibility, that he
was up for risking it, and that he had no intention of telling anyone about
it.

"Cool," I grinned and started making another joint.

"Wicked," he grinned.

We settled on `Aliens' to watch and by the time it was half way through we
were on our second joint each and third vodka and coke. That's not really
my drink, but it cut down the number of bottles to knock over!

He was also sitting a lot closer and had made not the slightest objection
when I put and arm round his waist as he sat forward to reach for his
drink. So now we both knew where things were going and were both happy with
the destination, though I didn't yet know just how far down the line he'd
set as the end point. Wherever it was, I was happy. If it ended here I'd
had a nice cuddle of a fourteen year old and if he didn't call a halt at my
next move then I was going to cuddle more than just his waist.

He stayed sitting forward, so it was only a few minutes before my hand was
under his sweatshirt and experiencing that wonderful feeling of warm,
smooth boy flesh, the hardness of his ribs and chest as I reached for the
soft little nub of nipple.

"Wishin' I had tits?" he sniggered as I fondled his nipple hard, making it
very clear that he knew sex was on the agenda and he was happy to go along
with it.

"Oh no," I said, "Most definitely not!"

He giggled, and then lay back; turning slightly towards me so I could still
use my hand on his tit. That brought his head onto my shoulder, and he
seemed as content as I was with its new position.

"Feels sorta weird," he commented, as I stroked his nipple up hard.

"Say if you don't like it," I whispered to him. "Won't do anything you
don't like or want," which let him know there was more to come if he
allowed it.

"S'ok," he said, "Just weird."

"Some boys like it, others don't," I said, making it clear to him that I
knew exactly what I was doing.

"You had many boys? he asked. It's an inevitable question, one almost every
boy I've had has asked it at some point, and it was also a neat way of
letting me know he fully understood I planned on having him if he let me.

"Fair few," I told him truthfully. "You?"

He shook his head.

"Girls?" I asked.

"Not fucked one yet," he told me.

"You will," I said and gave his nipple a bit more attention.

"Yeh," he agreed, and lay there allowing me to enjoy his tits.

I couldn't help thinking how weird this situation was. This was a boy I
barely knew, I didn't even know his name and he didn't know mine. He wasn't
gay, my instincts told me that, and there was no way he could have known
before I met him that I was into boys. He might have guessed when I invited
him and Jake round, always a chance of that, but even if he had, he was the
one who had engineered this situation, even planning it to the extent of
organising spending the night with me.

There aren't many boys one gets the chance to do things like this with,
certainly not on the first encounter. If it's a `one off' usually it's
inside their knickers and give them an orgasm asap. That's all they are
after, a mouth or a hand that's not their own to make them spunk. Then zip
up and off they go. Scruffy had come here to get pissed and stoned and
prepared to give his body in return, and some instinct in him told him the
longer things took the more fun he was going to have.

With `Aliens' finished I asked him what he wanted next.

"What you got?" he slightly slurred, the vodka beginning to have an effect.

"Loads of films or porn," I said. It was only nine and probably a bit early
for porn but he was a bit pissed and moving towards stoned after two
joints, and I was starting to really want to get inside his pants. Sure, I
could have just gone there and I knew now that he wouldn't have stopped me,
but I also knew I had to let him decide when it was time. Somehow I knew
I'd get a lot more that way.

"Porn," he announced, "Def porn." It was the choice I wanted him to make.

"Straight, gay or lesbo?"

"Lesbo," he decided, not a surprising choice. Most males find girls playing
with each other a turn on.

I put on the required dvd and returned to the sofa, Scruffy had changed
position, lying straight back so I could no longer get an arm round him and
the only place my hand could easily go was below his waist. He'd decided,
fine by me. I created two more splifs and passed him one.

"Well stoned," he slurred.

"That's the idea, isn't it?" I asked.

"Bit pissed too," he told me, unnecessarily.

"Best leave the booze for a bit," I suggested, "Don't want you puking."

"Wont puke," he assured me solemnly, "Promise."

"K," I smiled, but this time I only put a drop or two of vodka in his
cocke. We had already killed half the vodka bottle and he was only just
fourteen.

He lay back, smoking and watching the girly porn and almost purred when I
slipped a hand inside his trackies, going not for his cock, but his smooth
boy thighs. He was wearing briefs, not boxers, so the entire length of his
thigh was available to me, and I made the most of it, finding out in the
process that he was one of those boys who really likes his thighs being
stroked. That was fine by me, smooth boy legs are ultra sexy as far as I'm
concerned.

By the time we'd finished our joint the girls had finished as well and,
without asking him, I put on a teen boy one. Time to find out how he
reacted to boys kissing, sucking. rimming and fucking.

I went back inside his trackies, and this time inside his briefs as well,
getting a little sigh of contentment as I found about four and a bit inches
of very hard, slimline, uncut boy cock and two delightfully smooth boy
balls to go with it.

"Took your time," he commented as I found him.

"Never rush good things," I grinned.

I treated it with care – I certainly didn't want it squirting yet and he
was a very aroused boy.

He never took his eyes off the boys on the screen, and, interestingly,
never made any comment on their activities. Even boys who give their cock
on a fairly regular basis usually think they're supposed to find boy
snogging and arse rimming yucky, but he never gave any indication that he
thought it gross, or, indeed, that he found it hot.

"I think its time I took you to bed," I whispered, huskily. when the show
was over. He was well stoned, and I wanted to find out just how far down
the line he was willing to go.

"Yeh," he agreed and allowed me to pull him off the sofa and lead him
upstairs.

Normally I'd take a boy upstairs and strip him straight away, but I wanted
Scruffy to know that everything he was doing was his own choice, and I
wanted him to try as much as he was willing to try. I showed him the
bathroom.

"Give your arsehole a really good wash," I said, "Then come to bed."

"Why?" he slurred.

"If you think I'm gonna stick my tongue up a shitty hole, you're wrong," I
said. He'd watched boys being rimmed, he could choose if he wanted to find
out what it's like.

He chose, going obediently into the bathroom.

"Just come straight to bed when you've finished," I said and stripped off,
slipped under the duvet and awaited Scruffy's return.

He slid, or perhaps fell, into bed beside me and I pulled him in close,
savouring the feel of his young flesh pressed against me, his still upright
boy pole pushing against my stomach.I planted a kiss on his forehead and he
whispered those words a boy lover so likes to hear,

"Do anything you want to me," he told me.

"Mmmm," I whispered back. "Same goes for you."

Another kiss, on his lips this time, and his mouth opened to admit my
tongue which he greeted with his own, twisting and twirling round mine,
inflaming the lust I already felt for him.

My hands wandered over his back, squeezing and kneading his firm boy buns
and I felt, with a surge of delight, his hands stroking my back as I kissed
him.

It wasn't just his mouth my mouth wanted, gorgeous as it was, and when he
finally broke off for air I went for the rest of him. His shoulder tasted
nice, his hairless pits better. If he was surprised I wanted to kiss his
armpit he never said, just moaned as I worked on him. Then his nipples,
which were even better in my mouth than they had been in my hand and he was
really moaning now, gasping "Oh yes," as I teased his body.

He loved having his legs kissed, his hands ruffling my hair and when I took
his smooth balls into my mouth he held my head down. This was a boy who was
in raptures at what was happening to him, raptures that became vocal with
an "Oooooohhh yyeeeeeeesss," when I moved from his balls to his rock solid,
but still foreskin covered boyhood and swallowed his four slender inches
whole. I licked it, pushed the tip of my tongue inside his foreskin and
licked his piss slit and he gasped and moaned and his hips rammed it in my
mouth as deep as it would go. I suckled him hard, deliberately bringing him
to the edge before I stopped and shifted him so he straddled me, his arse
in my face.I desperately wanted his spunk, but not yet, he needed to try
more things before he gave up his first load. I pulled his arse onto my
face and went for his hole with my tongue, flicking it around his still
virgin young rosebud and sending undreamed of sensations flooding through
him, and producing a delightful series of appreciative noises from him.

My cock was only inches from his mouth and he did what I hoped he'd do and
went for it, tentatively at first and then opening his mouth wide and
taking in as much as he could. I'm not small and he couldn't manage much
more than the head, but that felt wonderful, especially when he copied what
I had done to him and started using his tongue. By now my tongue had found
its way inside his hole, I curled it and poked as deep as I could, letting
him have a taste of what might follow later if he'd go that far. I kept
tonguing him till my jaws ached and my need for his spunk was almost
unbearable. I shifted him again, turning him round so he could fuck my
face, my tongue underneath his cock so the head was forced against the roof
of my mouth as his hips drove him in and out until his body went rigid and
he spurted his cream for me. Three or four lovely thick globs pumped out of
him and into me, globs I savoured for as long as I could before I allowed
them down my throat.

I cuddled his limp body against me, the taste of his cum in my mouth.

"Have a rest," I whispered, "You've earned it."

"Want to make you spunk," he muttered.

"Later. You're not getting away with just spunking once. I want every drop
you can produce," I whispered back and he went straight off to sleep.

Let him sleep, he was, after all, only fourteen and he was half pissed,
well stoned and had just experienced the most intense moments of his young
life. He deserved a bit of a break.

I gave him about half an hour, plenty of time for a fourteen year old's
balls to refill, then woke him up by sucking him. I really do enjoy taking
a boy's soft cock in my mouth and feeling it grow up there. Scruffy seemed
to like it too!

We took more time over things this time, plenty of sucking, both solo and
sixty nine, and plenty of time with my tongue in his hole, all interspersed
with long bouts of tongue on tongue action. Scruffy really did seem to
enjoy snogging.

We had little bouts of conversation as well. I like to find out as much as
I can about a boy's sexual history, but Scruffy didn't have much to tell
me, just a few gropes around with girls, he'd never even been sucked by
one. No boy action at all.

I asked him when he first guessed what I was after and he told me it was
the first time I'd seen him, when I spent so long staring at his groin, and
he'd decided he might give it a try when I'd asked Jake about wanking. He'd
made a guess when he and Jake were round my place earlier that I'd give him
weed and booze if he let me have him in return. His cock in exchange for my
booze and weed, seemed a good deal to him.

I pointed out he'd given a lot more than just cock and he grinned that he
hadn't heard me complaining!

I suggested we top up on weed while we cuddled and I fondled his lovely
bits and he surprised me by thinking for a minute before saying,

"Nah, finish me off again in your mouth, then we can have a joint before
you fuck me."

"You really want to be fucked?" I whispered.

"Want you to have everything you want," he whispered back.

"Can hurt, first time," I said, wanting him to know his first fuck might
start with him wanting to scream for it to stop.

"I'll survive,"" he grinned and put his mouth up for snogging.

And I knew he would. His tongue danced with mine and his nails dug into my
back; this boy kissed for keeps.

When he'd had enough of my tongue in his mouth he pushed my head down and I
obliged, sliding under the duvet to take his four incher in my mouth
again. I felt him move, then felt the duvet thrown off me.

"Wanna watch you sucking me," he said as though he wanted to implant in his
mind the memory of having his cock swallowed.

I gave him as good a one as I could, swirling my tongue round his cock
head, poking it into his piss slit, lapping his balls and taking him in
right down to his sparse pubes.

All the time he was stroking my head and my shoulders and I was fondling
his lovely, smooth legs until those legs went taught, his stomach
contracted and his cock burst in my mouth.

"Snog me before you swallow," he pleaded and we shared his cum between us.

"Wanted to see what it tasted like before I swallow yours," he told me as
we relaxed in each others arms. He really was an unusual boy!

We shared a joint before I went to work on his arse. Lots of rimming, then
a lubed finger, followed by another and another. He got the idea at once,
relaxing as my fingers entered him. Being stoned helped, of course, and he
purred contentedly as I stretched him.

Fucking him was easier than I'd feared. I had him sit astride me, face
towards me so I could watch him, looking for signs of pain. But there
weren't any. My cock head rested against his rosebud, and he held it in
place, slowly starting to ease down on it.

"Gently," I whispered to him. "Just let it push against your hole and in a
bit it'll open and let it in."

I watched his eyes widen in the gloom as his hole turned from rejecting the
invader to allowing it to start its entry. There was a flash of panic in
his eyes as his hole widened and my cock head went into him, he'd taken
three fingers without a whimper, but I'm a big boy and this wasn't a finger
at a time, it was one fat cock head all at once. Then his spinctre took
over, sucking me in as far as the ridge and he gave a moaning gasp as he
felt the fullness of cock in him for the first time.

Scruffy wasn't the brightest star in the sky, but he was bright enough to
know instinctively to take it slowly. As his opening adjusted to the size
of my cock he slid down a bit more, taking it bit by bit till he was
sitting with his buns on my thighs and six plus, thick inches all the way
inside him. His tight, soft, hot, velvet love chute fitted my cock like a
condom, as close a fit as the condom I was wearing and far tighter.

I flexed my cock inside him, making his eyes widen again and then started
to move in him, slowly, slowly. His eyes closed and a lovely smile grew on
his face, this boy already loved cock in him and the fucking hadn't started
yet!

Gradually he joined my movements, then took over, rising up and down,
riding my cock. It felt amazing. I love fucking boys. I've had cunts and
used the back door on girls as well, but nothing compares with a boy's
hole, especially a first time boy who's doing it not because he's a gay
slut, but just because he is a boy and his instincts know this is what boys
are meant for. Inch by inch he rose on it and then pushed back down,
gradually going up further and coming down harder until he was riding it
hard, almost all the way out and back down till his arse cheeks slapped
against my flesh.

I played with his cock and fondled his thighs while he rode me and when I
was sure he was fine with it I started to match his movements so he was
fucked hard. I could see his eyes were screwed up, his face red with the
effort, and his breath was coming in panting gasps, mixed with moans. I
knew my cock had found his boy's place and was rubbing hard against it with
each down stroke and I wondered in my bliss if he'd have a prostrate
orgasm.

He did. He suddenly shouted, "FUCK," and his cock spurted a thick load on
my chest, the first powerful pumping frosting my face. I watched his cock
jerking and throbbing as he spunked, more spunk than either of the
mouthfuls he'd given me, as my cock massaged his prostrate, forcing it to
give up all its reserves.

His bowels contracted as he spunked, gripping and flexing round my cock,
making my own balls contract and blast their load into the condom inside
him. He'd wanted to ride me bareback, not seeing the need for protection,
and I momentarily regretted that he hadn't experienced the wonderful feel
of hot sperm flooding into him, but he could experience that later, when he
let a first time boy spunk inside him. He collapsed onto me, exhausted,
emotionally as well as physically, asleep almost before he'd come to rest.

When my soft now cock plopped out of him, I peeled off the condom, tossing
it on the floor. With that, and his sperm sticky between us, we'd smell
like a brothel in the morning, but I wasn't bothered about that. It was a
fair bet that more spunk would flow before we got out of bed, after all,
his education wasn't complete yet – he still had to swallow a load from
me and pump another of his into my arse, and I wasn't letting him go home
to get ready for school before he'd done both.

He did both, the grey light of dawn just showing, sucking my morning glory
and swallowing happily, then lying on top of me and fucking his own first
load of the day as deep into me as his young cock could spurt it. He fucked
me bareback, I wanted his cum in me and I wanted him to experience the full
pleasure of having his cock in a male pussy.

"Was I any good?" he asked seriously as we got into the car to take him
home so he could get ready for school.

"Oh, yes," I said and meant it. "You were amazing."

"Would you want to see me again?"

I wasn't sure if it was hope or just curiosity I detected in his voice.

"How about every day?" I tried to sound lighthearted, but I wanted his body
again and again.

"Couldn't stay overnight everyday," he said, taking me seriously, "But I
could come round after school and probably sleep over at weekends."

"You serious?" I said, stunned. Boys just don't make themselves that
available, unless it's for cash.

.

"Yeh," he looked down at his feet. "An I could not wank in the mornings so
I got plenty of spunk for you. If you want," he added and this time I did
understand the tone in his voice. He was prepared for disappointment,
prepared for me to treat him as the one night stand he'd started off
intending to be. I'd done him, now I could look for another boy to fuck.

I was dumbstruck for a moment and he took that as hesitation.

"Know I'm not pretty or anything," he said, a hint, or more than a hint of
pleading in his voice.

"No, you're not pretty," I said, finding my voice at last, "But you are one
hundred percent boy, pure, gorgeous boy."

"You want to see me again?" he asked, more hopefully this time.

"As often as you can bear it," I answered and smiled at him. "I think
you're just perfect; and that's not just in bed."

His face broke into a huge smile.

"See you on the corner at half three tomorrow," he said with a huge grin,
"With well full balls."

I stopped off on the way home to stock up with Chinese cock hardeners. I
was going to need them!



I could go on to tell you about what developed with Scruffy, but that's up
to you.

I'd be happy to receive your comments and opinions.

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