Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 14:51:23 -0400
From: omnicord@aol.com
Subject: JOHN AND HIS FRIENDS

	This is my first attempt at writing. I have many stories in my
mind, most of them true, some have been exaggerated to allow my thoughts
and wishes to come alive. The Stories contain life and sexual experiences
between adults and young boys.

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of story is frowned upon and regarded with distain. You have been warned,
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			   JOHN AND HIS FRIENDS

				 Chapter 1

			 No Questions Were Needed


This I am afraid started out like a vast number of stories. I had moved
into a large house almost a year ago, the neighbours had been very friendly
so it did not take long before we thought of each other as a family. I was
very lucky because The neighbourhood did not have many children and those
who were about often popped in to say hello or get a drink, you know the
type when an open door was just that for everyone.

The girls outnumbered the boys and they were far less appealing than the
boys. O.K. So I liked boys...I had been lucky to have had some experiences
with them and it was clear that some of the girls who visited had become
infatuated by me so I paid them much less attention so as they got to the
puberty stage they lost interest mainly because they found more things to
do after school, out now from my home.

I did like to walk through the woods and forests; these were some miles
away from home. The boys would often trail behind, with their parents
permission of course, joining me on what might be a whole day out in the
wonderful country air. I never admitted to anyone other than the reflection
which I saw when I got up in the morning, or the same person who stared
back from the sunny rivers waters that I enjoyed there company. I would
relax watching the boys run back and forth in their tee shirts and shorts
getting hotter and hotter until I would view them after they had removed
their shirts sweat dripping slowly down their backs. After they sat to cool
off no musky smells just soap and grass, as very erotic fragrance. Most of
them were close by, 6 in all ages from 8 till 12. I would pay particular
attention to the boys who showed the waistbands of their briefs or boxers
over their shorts worrying not when this happened. Of course this was most
enjoyable when they were drinking and leaning close to me. While they ate
and drink from the picnic I had prepared I would every now and again let a
hand touch their skin, either thigh, leg or back looking at the shiver
spots, (Goose Pimples), I preferred to call them, appear. Not one moved
away or objected to this and John the oldest would after eating rest his
head upon me so that my arm would surround his waist. I would feel his
briefs and even get to the part when all that stopped me from letting them
all see what I really wanted was left, the hook and zipper of his shorts.

One hot day we all had gone through the same thing when John lay against me
while I was resting in the long grass. He was very tired after a very
strenuous game of tag, so he was resting but the others had gone to climb
trees at the far end of the woods.  With his head on my leg I could see him
breathing, his flesh moved expanding and decreasing. His chest got larger
then smaller and the band of his briefs became more visible after every
breath. He was not the only one who shivered when my hand touched his
chest. The smooth skin was like an electric shock to us both. John was very
contented when I stroked him, and I expected something to happen when I
forced one of my fingers inside the waistband, touching the flesh hidden
just under his shorts. After I had done this the hook holding his shorts
together started to come slowly apart leaving only the zip holding him
together. He never moved, even his eyes remained closed when I stroked him
under the shorts. The zip was strong so!

I had to lift it up to encourage it to move down and open and I was so
happy to see more and more of his briefs as it opened. The Red band that
came over his shorts was now connected to a yellow material that was the
rest of his briefs. I looked around to see if anyone was about before I
went any further. Only the Sun and the long grass were with us. I will
admit to being very scared. I wanted to do this but I was also worried what
it might do to our friendship with the families if it was ever found out.
John was still not moving, he was either waiting for the next move or he
was in fact asleep.

	I very carefully moved so that he was laying flat in the grass and
I managed to lie beside him. To check if he was awake I removed his
Trainers, tickling his feet as I did. He giggled but did not move any
further. It was time to make some sort of move and to see what would
happen. I touched his chest with my fingers, moving up and down going
gently under the briefs as I moved. I did not realise that I was talking in
such a way that John could hear me while this was happening. When I did it
was then I knew what I had said. I whispered to him that I was going to
undress him. He did not smile but sat up and looked around, he pulled his
zip up so I lay down, with a feeling of panic growing within me. I said
sorry, that's all I could come out with. He looked at me and I knew that
was not enough. John did up his shorts and ran to the trees where the
others were and did not come back till it was time to go. Now if things
like this ever or has happened to you I bet you would have the same feeling
as I did. I was even trying to think up an explanation for the mother and
parents of the other boys but could not. This was an awful time and yet I
was pleased that the sun was still on high meaning I still had time to
think.

	Well eventually time came for us all to go back and things looked
normal. When we were almost at home John came to me and asked me a strange
question, "You will not tell Mum about what happened will you?" I just
said, "Never." "Mum will kill me and Simon if she new." I then clicked and
told John it would be our little secret. I was relieved but also intrigued
about this. When we did get back I thought a Barbecue would go down well
and so did all the others. All the Parents ate well and drank well, they
all decided to go to the local bar for the evening and because I was tired
offered to have a sleep over as we did sometimes. No problems there so with
a few films in hand plenty of Cokes we all got comfy near the television
and made it a great time as we had done before.

	Because of the day the younger boys did not last long and the Girls
had made my large spare room into there own and were in the process of
turning it into a dolls factory, not quite my taste. I was left with John,
Peter and Young Luke he was 9. Between films we cleared up and I was able
to ask John who Simon was. "He is my cousin, a bit older than me." John
panicked a bit when I asked him how his mum did not know about him. He
briefly explained that Simon spent quite a bit of time at their house and
on one night John woke up to find Simon trying to undress him. Simon said
he would tell John's mum all about it if he said anything. I had to
reassure him I never would. This brought a smile. We managed to get back to
the film and also had time to get Luke into pyjamas while Peter changed
into boxer shorts. During the film Luke fell asleep with Peter almost doing
the same. It was late so got them both into the room I made up for them and
quickly they were asleep. The girls were all quiet so I got a bed set up
for John and we watched the rest of the movie.

	John did become tired so I put my arm around him; quickly I asked
him if he liked me tickling him that afternoon. He said he did but never
knew if his mum would know. A lot of reassurance did the trick, so I
stroked his back to show that he need not worry. I gave his forehead a kiss
as extra insurance and he cuddled up tight. Without thinking I managed to
get a finger under his shirt and down the back of his shorts. I lifted the
shirt over his head and put it on a chair next to the television. The film
had finished and it was late, so when I turned everything off it was nice
and dark. John stood in front of me and I kissed the tip of his nose
telling him that today was our very special secret. I got an enormous hug
and while this went on I unhooked his shorts peeling down the zip tip I
heard the familiar sound of his shorts hitting the ground. Without asking
if it was all right I placed a hand down inside the back of his briefs
squeezing his soft smooth bottom. I stood up and moved to a large armchair
that had my housecoat in it. I quickly undressed and put it on. I went back
to John he was still standing there so I lifted him up and took him to my
room. I laid him on my bed then sat upon his legs. Very carefully I pulled
his briefs down till they reached his knees them all the rest of the way
off. I covered him up. "You did undress me after all." I climbed into bed
hugged tight and that was that. Sleep engulfed us both and as I kissed his
lips John said Goodnight thank you.



				 Chapter 2

			    John Comes to Life


	It was late when we awoke and the cover had fallen away from John
and for the first time I got to see his naked body. From the day before I
had made the move to feel his body but it was made with the knowledge that
I did not expect to get further than the smooth part of the skin which had
been covered by his briefs. There I was now, John, naked. Me looking,
wanting to move my hand closer so that I could touch the skin, hairless,
smooth and stretched fully upon my bed without a care in the world. His
body became a magnet for my hand, pulling it slowly, even the strength I
had became weaker and weaker as my hand moved towards his body. Just before
I touched him his eyes opened allowing me enough power to pull back the
hand. John yawned; I stretched allowing a yawn to escape from the now
defeated feeling in my body. He covered up but I did manage to get a hug,
which was quickly followed by the swift move that allowed him to put on the
briefs that were in a lump on the floor, next to the bed.

	No words were said for quite some time, the only noise that could
be heard was splashing. The early morning pee was the culprit and its sound
caused the rest of the children in meticulous order to empty their
bladders. No body seem to bother, not even the girls who were sitting while
out came the spare toothbrushes of the boys I had so that teeth cleaning
could proceed at the same time. I had never thought about which order they
went early in the mornings until today. It was clear however that they were
all used to this same routine, so nobody felt out of place while this was
going on. I however thought and tried to judge in which order things went.
Ok I was pleased that I could not be seen at this time because I could feel
warmth so new I was embarrassed. Who was I embarrassed for? The boys,
Girls, both or was it even for myself. I know that I, even though desperate
to relieve myself, I could not go to the bathroom. The children quite
clearly had done this before. I on the other hand was not feeling very
comfortable at all. Through my mind the idea or naked or partially clothed
children cleaning their teeth while I had the ever-popular early morning
erection. Would the tooth paste ever empty from their mouths after they had
seen the erection or would copious puddles of the white liquid be scattered
about the bathroom floor, I knew today was not the time to find out and I
doubted if that situation would ever arise.

	I had made the mistake of looking at the clock just then and knew
my van would be filled up because it was almost lunchtime. Now the children
were up dressing, I took the chance to get to the bathroom. I did think it
was a good chance however while standing in my briefs brushing my teeth I
was just about to unload my bladder when the bathroom was engulfed by the
hoard of children looking and shouting at the top of their voices" I am
starving!" The word "I" from those entire children became a crescendo
through the whole house and I am sure the rest of the street. Food on their
minds I was happy that they ignored a near naked man in their bathroom. Hey
wait a minute, it was my bathroom and I was the one worried. I moved
quickly to dress and was happy to take them all for a meal, hunger saw the
food disappear and I did the same. Upon our return the sight of adults
after a heavy night out brought back memories of what I use to be like some
time back so I had to smile. The girls were shipped off to there Girl
Scouts weekend and the younger boys went to the Beavers. That left John and
his friend from school Peter, he was 12 and blond haired, slim looking
athletic type of a child who was full of energy, after all he loved
football. The parents had made plans so being that I had offered to help at
any time we had made quick arrangements for them both to stay overnight and
see the boys the next afternoon. Peter had his game boy so this kept them
amused for some time. It was still hot and even with the air conditioner on
the heat was too much. John took off his shirt quickly followed by Peter.
Because of the late start to the day night came quickly and rather than
make any specific instructions John and Peter were told they could sleep
where they felt best. With television and a pizza which was sent out for we
all settled down and it was not long before I had each boys head laying
upon my thigh. Well it was not long before I lost interest in the sport on
television because I was stroking both boys' backs causing intermittent
shivers to ripple through their bodies. Neither objected to what I was
doing. In fact they seemed to relax even more.

	As I had tried this with John before I moved my hand to his shorts
managing to find the stud of the shorts. When it popped open quite freely I
knew that these were different than before. I managed to slip a finger
inside the shorts and under the waistband of his underwear. John's hand
moved so he could hold onto my hand and enjoy the sensations. Peter moved
onto his back and the stroking went from back to front. As things got
warmer I felt John pulling his shorts down so that I had free access to the
part of him that he was happy in being touched. I was moving up and down on
peter when I moved and felt his hands crossed but after my fingers touched
them he opened them up allowing me the chance to get inside his shorts. I
looked for the button but his were elastic and it was so easy to get my
forefinger inside them and rest upon his top band of his underwear. John in
the meantime was really enjoying it and how did I know well his penis came
into contact with my fingers and I could feel he was erect. Peter never
moved and so when I touched his penis he moaned softly and coughed. Peter
tried to move up and I found that my hand was going further down. That was
that, I panicked. I voiced that it was time for bed. I moved my hands and
got up. In a swift move pulled down the sofa and threw some pillows at the
boys, moved to the kitchen and offered to make a hot drink for them. Well
John was asleep but Peter was softly crying. The only words I could here
was "sorry it was all my fault."  I lifted him up and took him to the
kitchen and gave him a drink. I told him he had done nothing wrong in fact
I thought he was a very nice boy. I did not know what to say really but
that's the first thing that came to mind. I told him it would be good to
get some sleep but he did not want to sleep there. "Can I sleep with you? I
get lonely and I wont take up much room."  So big wet eyes do it every time
and I gave in. I checked on John who was fast asleep, pointed the way and
off he went while I cleaned up. When I got to the room Peter was still
awake but the tears had gone. I changed into Boxers and went to get back
into bed. "See I don't take up much room do I? I had to agree but I gave
him a reassuring hug to settle him down with the surprise that he was
wearing boxers. He had pyjamas but they had clearly been left in the
bag. My hug brought yet another surprise, Peter kissed me saying thank you
before he lay down. I pushed the hair from his eyes, it was long and
tickled when he kissed me. Softly I told him to sleep and gentle stroked
him until I knew what might happen. When I got to his shorts a finger went
under the band and gently touched the skin that was the most private part
to us all. Peter lifted just enough but this time he whispered, "You can
take them down or off if you like." I moved them very easily down and
carried on touching him. Peter turned to face me then hugged me as hard as
he could. With subtle agility his feet pulled his shorts down and off
leaving him naked hugging me.  Peter's erection almost pierced my belly
button and I could feel him slowly thrusting but gaining speed after each
forceful push. I moved back away to slow things down but he tried to push
forwards again. I had to explain I was getting comfortable so took off my
boxers and collected mine with Peters and put them under the pillows. I so
much wanted to see him that I felt silly when I asked if he would mind.
"Yes, oh yes please." I only had a very low wattage bulb next to the bed
but when it was on I could see him glow in the light. His penis was erect
and uncut, the bulb of the head poked through the skin that when I touched
it I could feel the vibrations right through it. I gently rubbed it and
kissed his forehead that moved to his lips. His arms were around my neck
and I had to try and kiss him like I never was kissed when I was young. I
pushed his teeth apart and I could feel he was about to have what might
have been his first climax. With my tongue in-between his lips his touched
mine.  I rubbed harder till he moaned and I slowed down feeling his body
convulse as though he was never going to stop shaking. His erection stayed
there never once going away. I carried on rubbing until it happened again
only this time less powerful spasms occurred. Peter grasped my penis
covered his leg over mine and fell asleep. All that night whenever he moved
I thought I would cover us both in the happiness that he had felt.



                                 Chapter 3

			 John Finds Real Happiness


	The next morning was very short compared to the night. Peter's
parents returned and they could not stop long because they had again made
plans. John was up smiling, he had made his own breakfast and was looking
very happy. Well the strange thing was that I did not see either of them
for 2 weeks. Now what goes through your mind when that happens? They were
scared and never wanted to come back? Parents had become suspicious? Well
at least the authorities had not been told or I would not have been
there. Okay so I had been thinking what I did was wrong and knew it, but
why did emotions become so strong between us? It was getting bad to keep
thinking so I tried to do some work from home. I could not go in to work at
that time so an upset stomach came to the rescue. The company I worked for
sent round files to be updated. Ah I forgot to say that I was a Clerk at
local Council offices, this helped quite a bit but where as at work it was
first time done I was making so many mistakes. The work was going okay
after a bit when to my surprise John's dad came by. He had been to the
office and they told him I was ill, He showed his concern and said he
better leave me in peace. Now not one to let this part I offered a drink to
him, as I was about to have one myself. He did not want to be a nuisance
but he reluctantly agreed.

He then proceeded to tell me that he was in trouble and had to get away for
a few days. He and his wife were having trouble. John had been caught up in
it and had been very down not doing anything at all. He had not been with
friends or done anything that an average boy had done or should be doing.
Now I was beginning to get the picture, and it happened he then said he had
wanted me to take John for a few days, but because I was ill that was
right.  I disagreed and got the idea that John could help me while I was
ill. I was not ill you know that but oh well that was me. John's dad was
obviously worried about his marriage so agreed that it would be ok if John
agreed but would call to make sure a few times each day. I agreed with that
not being to eager to show my feelings that he should go now. So it was all
arranged.

	About an hour later a knock at the door saw a dishevelled John,
backpack, stains from crying all over his face. I had such a pain looking
at him that I could not hold back, I knelt in front of him, folded his
collar down, removed his backpack and hugged him there and then. It was
clear that the tears had returned I could feel them on my face. I wanted to
cry to but I had to be strong. John was shaking and close to collapse and
that caught me off guard. As he was sinking to the floor I had to be quick
and gather him up in my arms and deposit him on my lap when I sat in the
chair. Niagara falls the waterfall had nothing on this because tears and
mucus from his nose was covering my shirt but all I could do was make quiet
noises to comfort him. It took 15 minutes for him to calm down. When I saw
his face it was red and so sad. He saw all the stains on my shirt and tried
to wipe the marks off with a tissue. I told him it was not needed and got
him up and took off my shirt throwing it in the washing machine. Still with
his jacket on he watched me. I got a flannel from the bathroom to wipe his
tear stained face. I took his jacket off and saw that his sleeves had been
used to wipe the tears away from the earlier crying session. He was a
mess. In 20 minutes not one word was said, it did not have to after all I
could see he was so very upset.  A very small smile came from him and he
picked up his bag and removed a tee shirt. Very slowly he took off the
shirt he was wearing placed it on top of mine in the washing machines
shivered and got the tee shirt on and came to sit back on my lap.

	It was strange to see someone so beautiful head on my chest start
to suck his thumb. Every now and again he stopped to draw his hand threw
the hairs on my chest. I had to shiver but I was not sure if he noticed
this. It was easy for me to stroke his back and that seem to calm him down
even more. I did not want this to stop even when his face looked into mine
and asked a question that made me want to hold him harder. "Do you love
me?" I did not need to think. "Oh little one, yes more than you will ever
know." John said no more but rested his head on my shoulder his breath warm
and steady across the hairs that were there. Time seemed to standstill
while he sat there but his closeness was sensational. His breathing became
shallow and I was sure he was asleep. I decided to get him to bed and
because it was still early he could sleep in my bed until I was ready to
sleep later myself. He seemed to be lighter now that he was asleep and easy
to carry. I was able to grab his bag and carry that through to the room at
the same time, shows you how easy it was. After I lay him down I searched
for pyjamas but there were none. Well He could not stay in his shirt and
tracksuit so started the work of undressing him. Removed his shoes and
socks then the shirt that was easy, the tracksuit bottoms were going to be
hard. I managed to find the string that held them up and opened it
expanding the waist to allow me to pull them down. I did this slowly so as
not to wake him. When they were at his ankles there was a gem in tight
white boxers. Now I can hear you thinking, I can. You are all saying that
you know what happened next. Well that was far from my mind I managed to
get the trousers off and settle the boxers so they were loose, covered him
up and went to unpack his things. Shirts, socks, shorts and briefs and
boxers, boxers clearly for bed. I closed the curtains and left him to sleep
I had a date with a beer and a pie that was in the fridge.



				Chapter 4

		      Sheer Ecstasy Without the Tears


	I must have sat there for hours and listened for any noises so when
I turned on the Television it was not long before John paddled out from the
bedroom with such a nice smile on his face. He had taken my big sweatshirt
and put it on but it was the bare feet that made the noise. He was yawning
on occasions but looked so much better. "Hi, little one." This made him go
red but the offer of food changed everything. I told him he could have what
he fancied. Pizza was shouted so gave him a card that had come through the
door and pointed to the phone. He was very proficient and the ordering was
done. He came and sat in my lap, I was pleased that it was not only tears
that made him happy to do this. Johns Pizza arrived and was eaten with
speed and after he threw the rubbish out he came back looking at me. "Can I
ask you something?" I told him he could ask anything. "Did you mean it when
you said you loved me?" Now this situation was hard to deal with. It was
clear that he needed an answer. I smiled and turned to him and said, "John
I do love you and more than perhaps I should." John smiled but then asked
why more than I should. Okay I lost the reality to keep quiet but went on
to explain that some men love boys and this was wrong in most eyes and
why. Sex did not come into it but he pushed for more information. I could
not and did not want to go further because I was afraid that it would ruin
what we had already but I did. Feeling very bad about my feeling I said
sorry but was so surprised when John said that we had a special kind of
love as he may not have a family anymore. Well mind in gear I had to
reassure him that he was wrong and anything else I could think of. It was
getting late and I was feeling sleepy but did not want this to stop. He had
been in my lap for an hour and I was so comfortable with that I forced
myself to wake up. I wanted to fully reassure him so let my hand drift
under my shirt he was wearing. He was feeling so smooth that for the first
time I started to feel an erection forming in my trousers.  I turned him
around so that he was facing me with a leg either side and hugged him
hard. Now both my hands were under the shirt and I was stroking in a rhythm
which I hope would make him feel as good as I did. We did manage to get
comfortable and the stroking was something I could feel he truly enjoyed. I
was thinking all the time and as I stroked I wanted to go further so I
moved a hand to the top of his boxers and gently entered them. As soon as I
touched the round smooth skin my little finger ran along the crack of his
beautiful bottom. John arched his head back but pushed forwards almost
catching my finger inside. I decided to take off his shirt so a swift move
and it was done. I did this time kiss his neck while whispering how I loved
him. He was not worried what I had said and hugged harder. My erection was
well on its way to getting uncomfortable, others might say rampant but I
did not care. John got off my lap and stood between my legs however this
time I got a shock because he gave me a kiss, the gentlest kind, like a
butterflies wings when it touches your hand. With our arms around each
other we spoke in whispers telling each other that we loved what was
happening. John took one of my hands and placed it upon the front of his
boxers .I could feel the hardness within and a stroke confirmed he enjoyed
what I did. We were both in heaven.

	John had buttons at the top of his boxers and holding the fly
together. I wanted to open and go further but I did not think it was right
and the stroking was so nice that I was in no hurry. John on the other hand
did like what was happening and tried to go further. He pulled open his
boxers and touched his penis while I was kissing him.  I wondered what I
should do and thought best to regroup. I stopped and got up moved to lock
up for the night. John looked upset and asked if he had done anything
wrong. I had to explain that he was fine and I was just going to lock up
and I would be back. He just sat on the edge of the chair.

	I needed to go to the toilet bad and that happened, brushed my
teeth and was finished. I told John to do the same before we sat back
down. John came back to me and said I could get ready for bed while he was
doing his ablutions. I had to smile after all it had been a while since I
had heard ablutions. Changing for bed I noticed that he had made the bed so
wondered if it was best to go. John came running to the bedroom and dived
under the covers. I looked at him and his face was sad looking. "I can
sleep with you tonight can't I?" I again went on to tell him that if people
knew there might be a lot of trouble. "I will never tell. I just need to be
with you I don't want to hurt anymore. What could I say? John watched as I
got undressed and in my boxers I got into bed turning the light out as I
got in. The moon shined through the window and I could see Johns silhouette
laying on his back all covered up. "I promise I will never tell anyone."
Well even if he did I could explain it away with how upset he was but I
would never explain what I really was thinking. After a while John moved to
hug me so I put out an arm to allow his head to get as close as he needed
to. His hand was playing with the chest hair, what I had and it was a jolt
every time he touched me. I responded in kind and things got more
complicated when John asked me if it was wrong to love me. Now I was ok
with yes but did not know if I should. I was for once so scared of my
feelings that I nearly turned away but I did not. It was not long before I
turned to face him and asked if he was all right. His answer, yes! It was
me that let my true feelings out when without thinking I told John how I
wanted to love him, not by doing what I felt but in how I was
feeling. Sorry it might not make sense but hey who says that this kind of
love is easy.  If I was honest and I will tell you, well I wished Peter
were there.

	I did try the simplest thing one was a kiss on his nose. John gave
me one in return. I stroked his back then kissed again he did the same.
This went on for a good while coz it was great. Well now I took the plunge.
I reached to him stroked him kissed his forehead and slid my fingers into
his boxers opening the top button. John did not do anything back so there
was silence. I heard this voice say, "Do you want me to take them off or
will you do it?" I could have cried. "John listen I don't want you to do
anything at all. You do what you want.  I will never hurt you." I then held
his cheeks and kissed him on the lips. I did not think about what I had
done but realised after I gathered my thought. "That was nice but you did
not tell me if you wanted my boxers off?" Now there comes time when you
have to be cautious but this was not that time. "John yes I would love you
with them on or off which ever makes you happy." John came closer and
kissed me this time. He was trying to please me but I hoped so much that he
was happy also. I reached down opening the fly button in his boxers and
whispered; "Lets take them off then shall we?" a pause then a voice
whispered, "you do it." Well it was easy to slide the boxers down then
off. "Take yours off as well." I asked John if he was sure, his hug gave me
the answer. I took off my boxers and without thinking hugged him close. Its
times like this when your happiness over shadows all the feeling you might
have of guilt and fear. If it happened to you I hope you understand. John
was trying to kiss me now more than I expected so I just let him do what he
needed. I stroked his bottom moving around until I had his erection in my
hand. John became more eager and so when he kissed me next I opened my
mouth slightly to try and get my tongue to entice his passion. It was
passion he was eager and moving so that I did not just hold him and his
erection but I was moving and it was noticeable that he liked every
moment. John touched my growing erection and was happy to play with it. I
was also. No words were spoken now just the understanding of love growing
minute by minute. I pushed back the covers to allow me to please John, his
naked body could be touched from top to bottom and his legs were open
enough so that I could massage the erection getting firmer every second. I
kept saying I loved him and how wonderful he was when I slipped a finger to
touch the pink spot between his cheeks. John shuddered and I could feel him
pushing back, his little hand was rubbing my now solid erection and giving
me those feeling that meant just one thing, I was close.

	John sounded like a cat purring, he was also giving little
shudders. I decided to make John feel like never before so my kisses
started to move up and down his body. My finger had just entered him when
John groaned loudly but when I removed it he did it again. "Do those again
please? His voice was soft and happy, extolling the virtues of happy sex
was a lesson to me. I wet my finger and slid it inside him. "Thank you,
harder." I was amazed he was enjoying it so much. John was on his back
knees up and apart so I did to him what had happened to me when I was
ten. I opened my mouth letting his penis slide in. The Head was cut so it
was like a bubble in-between my lips. As I sucked Johns breathing began to
get noisy. I knew what was going to happen so moved quicker. He started to
get stiffer and shook. I let the penis out and gently rubbed it telling him
that this was how much I loved him. Johns bottom lifted up in the air and I
could feel the pulse in his penis twitching as he climaxed. Over and over
again. His hand was so tight on me that as I kissed him a final time I
exploded sending wave after wave of sperm covering everything in its
path. John was covered but did not stop till he had come down from the
climax of his own.

	John felt the sperm and ask what it was, well I had just one
answer, "That's love little one, Love." I cleaned us both up and offered
him his boxers to put back on but he just dropped them to the floor. " I
love you Unkie." Unkie? Well that was different and I was in love with the
most beautiful boy in the world. I know most have said that but Peter was
nothing now compared to what had just happened between us. John climbed on
top of me falling asleep as he settled. I could feel john suckling on my
neck as he did and its something I will never forget.



				 Chapter 5

			    The Truth Was Told


	I do not know about you but I expect that something so powerful has
happened to make you forget sleep during the night because you have to
arrange your thoughts in the correct order. Johns little body slept
solidly. I was trying to think what I should say if any awkward questions
were asked. I did say that guilt had made its way for the love we had but
now it was over the little green monster called guilt had infested every
thought I had. A few times I almost cried when I thought what I had
done. Even stroking John did not help, infact it made it worse.

	When the morning light began to shine through the curtains John
slid off me and I was pleased because I would be happy to get up. That
thought was short lived because he turned to cuddle up tight eyes open and
a huge smile on his face. I will not go into to many details but John spoke
very openly about peter talking to him about what we had done. Now the only
words that went through my mind were expletives. I was in a state of shock.

	"Why didn't you tell me before because if I had known I would never
had let that happen last night." "Why not!" John said with an indignant
attitude. Now, you remember I told you about the little green monster
called guilt? Well it was winning. I went on to explain that it was fun
with Peter but that's all. I did not love him. "John I do love you and
would be so hurt to know that's how you feel because of what happened. "Oh
little one you made me so happy and if I was to go to prison for what
happened last night I would not be sorry for it, only that I allowed my
true feeling to come out and do things that was wrong."

	Ah the truth hurts and John was in tears. "Unkie I am sorry, I was
so happy too and I wont tell anyone that for the first time I now know what
love is." I answered immediately by explaining that sex is only just part
of love. "With Peter, little one, it was sex and that's it. I have so much
love and I want you to have it. If we never did things again I would still
love you." I could not believe I was telling what sounded like a lie. It
was however true.  John asked me if I meant that I never wanted to do
things with him again. I could hear my inner voice shouting, don't be
silly, but what came out was my voice saying that if I never saw him again
I would always love him. I had not thought that maybe a boy just turned 11
would understand. Now it was not the inner voice that came out but mine
when I said, "just remember John I will always love you. Okay you have
someone who is there for you, me.

	John tears settled down to sniffles. He drifted back to sleep
leaving me thinking just how much I loved him and what it would mean to
loose him. Why at that time I started to think of my box room and how I
could do it up for him. New bed, oh you know the idea. Anyway I did and I
was clear in my mind that a bed for him would make things easier. I had
some other furniture in storage which I had never got round to unloading. I
even had a spare television he could have in there. I manage to squeeze out
of bed noticing the remnants of sperm left from last night. I took a shower
and got to work on a list. The box room was almost empty so a carpet and
bed was first thing to do. I knew a friend who would get these things quick
and the call to him confirmed this. John appeared naked wiping his eyes. I
had a little laugh and told him to wash and dress. "I thought you might
like me like this?" Yes that was true but not with people coming. Anyway a
swift pat on the bottom sent him running to the shower. About half an hour
later he did come back shorts and that was it. It was getting warm so it
was passable. He ate cereal heartily and three pieces of toast. Sex does
that to me, I am ravenous every time.

	Most people when they have questions ask using words but Johns face
said it all in his expressions. After everything was done I explained that
this would be his room and he could fix it up just as he wanted. His only
comment was, "The beds not big enough for us both!" I did not expect this
and tried to explain that by sharing a bed things could get more
complicated He was not interested in what I had to say. All he wanted was
being happy, loved and not to feel the sadness he had been feeling for the
last week or so. John's dad called but he would not talk to him. Lucky
enough his dad seems to understand and so did I for that matter.  After
getting to understand that his dad and mum were having a second honeymoon
to try and save there marriage things became very clear. I was asked if
John could stay for at least a week. I was fine with that and encouraged
him to make it work for John's sake. Okay so what could I say, that's all
right after all I am having sex with your son so do not rush? John was
watching television but I knew I had to get him involved. I did try so
hard.

	I became a bit of a nag about this room and John was ignoring
everything I said. I told him I would make up the bed and he exploded. "You
said you would never hurt me. I do not want to be alone. I will never tell
if we sleep in the same bed." I had to go to him and reason with an angry
young boy. "John listen, if we carry on sleeping together then things will
become complicated. Things might happen that we could both be sorry for."
It was then that I said a few things I could not believe I would have
said. It started all about him finding a girlfriend. Yes it was right at
the time and he did listen but I was so angry and upset after that it was
my turn to cry. John's tears were heavy but mine could have filled a
reservoir. I had to get out of their so just said shopping and left. Its
not really a good idea to drive with your vision impaired with tears, I had
to stop. So many thought and so much pain. That was I and I did say I
understood Johns pain well now you know. The lady at the supermarket did
say I looked upset but my explanation of Hay fever was a good one. It took
an hour but knew I had to face things when I got back.

	All was quiet upon my return and John was nowhere to be seen. A
noise from the kitchen, washing up. John face popped around saw me with the
bags and took them through to the kitchen he had been in. Quietly he put
things away and went to the box room returning to say that he had set it
up. I went to see and indeed he had even the clothes he had brought were in
the small chest of drawers. Standing there in his shorts looking at me he
smiled and asked if it was all right. He had done a good job so told
him. My heart was not in all this so sat on the bed. John did not move. "I
am so sorry John please let me explain?" He sat next to me while all the
words I could think of to describe that what I was feeling apart from love
were wrong. "Unkie why are they? I feel them to and have never been so
happy. If I understand then what we have is wrong, yet why can this
happiness be so good?" John had a point but it was time to really explain
the law. After almost an hour I had spoken about everything and how I would
love it to carry on. Johns voice told an old guy the truth "You are just
scared." He was right, to commit to a long-term relationship with a boy was
a dangerous thing to do. "Unkie I want you to teach me to love and be
happy." I was not the right teacher after all lust is not a course in
education. I needed a drink. John followed me around even after I had a
Brandy to calm the nerves he sat in my lap. "You said you loved me, then do
it Unkie please don't be like me and never have anyone to love." This kid
was not so young really. Well it had taken its toll on me so I hugged him,
come on what else could I do. His arms went around my neck squeezing as
hard as I was. It was a step in the right direction and being taught by a
boy who did not know love was something else.

	So we made up and spent the rest of the day having fun. I thought a
change in scenery would be a good idea. Well bowling, ice cream and a film
and it was a great thing to do. We arrived back home at about eight in the
evening and the heat of the day was still around but thanks to leaving a
few small windows open inside was cool and comfortable. We settled for a
quick meal of grilled chops and fries. Makes me dribble now thinking about
them. We both this time cleared up and after a quick wash settled down for
the evening. There was a film on television but I was sure that if John
wanted to talk more it would be now. John was quiet but looked happy and
although I hoped we could keep it that way, inside my mind I kept watch in
case things changed. "I will get ready for bed, then I can watch the film."
John went to his room and after a while with the sounds of the bathroom in
the background he returned dressed in a pair of black boxers and slippers.
He got a coke and sat in the chair but decided my lap was a better
alternative. Yes it was so good to be together again and an arm around him
confirmed the fact that things had settled down and he was almost his old
self. His head rested upon my shoulder and he held my arm tight around
him. The warmth of his body was hypnotic and although we had spoken harshly
to each other it was so good to know he felt safe. Every time I moved John
turned with the look, am I hurting you? I lifted his legs over mine and got
him settled even better than before and he naturally hugged me tight,
smiled, then kissed my cheek. It was the John I could remember so it was
natural for me to remind him that I loved him. The peace that was there at
that moment was pure love and nothing else.



				 Chapter 6

			   Choices, Finally Made


	I do not know what it was but that evening time seems to stand
still and I could feel in all that time how much I needed to love John and
show him he was needed. I had a free hand so managed to massage Johns neck
producing a giggle which made us both laugh in the end. It was me who made
the mistake of trying to make John smile so when I was stroking his leg I
moved without thinking right under the leg of his boxers. John was angry;
he told me that he thought it was wrong. Life is never simple. After all
our talking he was right no matter what. Here was me extolling the rules
earlier saying I knew it was wrong because he was a boy but then going
straight for the part that could cause trouble. I do not know how many
different ways there are of saying sorry but I think I found them all
hoping they would be enough. "You see Unkie its alright. I don't want you
to stop I want you to do it. Never tell me that this feeling of love is
wrong when it makes you feel so good."

	Between you and the world the word wrong did not exist to John now
but I had to try one last time to get through to him what would happen and
how the law stands on these type of thing. Sounding like a solicitor I
preached till I was blue in the face but it came back to the feeling. Never
was time so strange like now. We all have two hands and my right said yes,
the left said no however the one in the middle was hitting my face trying
to get me to listen to John. Complicated? You bet. Finally I made the
remarks that I would let John make the choice. I would explain fully what
might or would happen, did he want that, could he deal with the feelings
that might bring. I was blunt when explaining and cringed after every
word. John went for a drink and spent a long time in thought until he said,
"Unkie I understand but you make love sound bad. I have been happy so let
me make up my own mind when we have loved the way we both want." Whoever
shouted that never happened! I can tell you it did but the words were
slightly more in a child's vocabulary. I had desexualised my feelings to
show the rawness of my feelings and John only still felt the feelings
generated by the love we had shown to each other.

	I asked one last thing off John. It was hard to ask so when I
wanted to know how he would feel if he got hurt would he still call that
love? John's mind was a one-way street and he replied that I would never
hurt him that's what I had said. "Little one it could still happens even
with all the love and feelings I had. The once again statement of let me
decide was his only answer. The choice made I was starting to get scared
but with John in my lap again it was me that had the chance to think. So I
began to stoke his neck again as before then the other hand was stroking
his leg till it got to the edge of his boxers. My fingers disappeared under
them slowly. John opened his legs so that I could move more freely. John
was against my face kissing me so when I found that his boxers had caused a
tent my fingers reached the impasse that was to define our lives. Time had
come to explore his body being delicate so that he would feel every
moment. John kissed me, saying that it was going to be nice. I had run out
of words so kept quiet. " Lets go to bed Unkie."

	We took a slow walk to brush teeth and pee. It was the moment when
we either went to his, to late. John ran to my room throwing himself on the
bed then under the covers making sure I would know he was there for the
night. In the low glow of the light I stood in front of him and slowly
undressed so that he would remember what he had wished and decided would
happen. When I was naked he pushed back the covers and whispered, "Undress
me." I turned off the light and went to him. I sat on his legs and my
fingers reached to undo each button of his boxers. It must have looked like
slow motion; fingers opened each one till they were all done then I gently
tugged on the material until it was around his ankles. Lifting his feet I
was able to remove them finally till all that remained was a naked smooth
hairless boy who to me was like an angel. I lay beside him and stroked his
body tenderly touching his penis that apart from erect was pointing
north. He was shaking but not as me. I leaned to kiss him but he beat me to
it and our lips met half way. The passion between the kisses was intense
and it was at that very moment John helping my penis and began the rubbing
motion that sent the shivers of expectation through my whole body. We both
were getting hot and I needed no saliva to coat my finger as I entered the
cheeks of his bottom. His groaning said how much he was enjoying it so when
the finger disappeared he thrust hard against it kissing me harder with his
lips open. Without thinking I used another finger and one became two with
John inhaling hard before "Yes" came from his lips. I was working now with
extra speed enjoying it all so when I got to suck johns' penis with two
fingers inside him he thrusted in my mouth, his penis twitched and he
started to come. I was so happy when a drip of what I could only say was
cum creaped onto my tongue. The sweetness was wonderful. I quickly turned
on the light so that he could see and his lips covered my tongue so that he
could taste the sperm he had just made. My fingers were still inside him
and the time came for me to cum. Again I flooded us both and John took some
on a finger and sucked it. I removed my fingers and he lay on top of me. I
never bothered that night to clean up I used some of my sperm and inserted
my finger with it into him. The Noises of contentment and pleasure was to
be the last before we both fell asleep but I dreamed of the many pleasures
we could have.



				 Chapter 7

			 His Thoughts Were Right


	The next morning I was woken because John was playing with me. Even
with the remnants from last night he did not care. I was amazed to see him
licking my penis as I had his. Even more were the feelings that were
shooting through my body. I had to try and show he was doing well so my
hand began to stroke his smooth bottom with a finger easily slipping into
him. Without much thought I inserted two fingers and it was then I felt the
need to take matters further. I turned him around and cuddled him. He
seemed upset that I had stopped him but I forged forwards and took my penis
and aimed it for the hole that he was happy I was touching. With gentle
forward thrusts I entered him. John took a large intake of breath. My
fingers were wrapped about his smooth erection and with every push I rubbed
him. I asked once if he was hurting but got no answer so continued with my
short thrusts bringing me to the time I would fill him. John's noises said
so many things that I felt him stiffen and his penis twitch in unison. A
small jet spurted into my fingers followed by a dribble. I was too far-gone
to do anything and came in a flood at least six jets which were very
intense. We both lay still till I slipped out of him enabling him to turn
over looking at me.

	"So that was love. I never knew what was so good till now." Well
from then on John and I were inseperatable. I had him stay every Friday
after school and returned him to his parents who by the way succeeded in
repairing their rocky marriage. On some occasions Peter who had moved after
our last contact stayed also. Our lives were great and if you think sex was
always going on well you are wrong. The odd time we had a passionate night
but we mainly were very happy to be with each other. When Peter stayed he
and John had my room with me relegated to the box room. I did, I have to
say, have a couple of session with Peter but these did not last. He found a
girlfriend and at this time have three children, he is a bus driver. We
still talk and he does come by with the children sometimes so you never
know.

	What of John you ask? Well he is 18 now very happy at University,
Stays all the time if he can. He sleeps where he wants and I have become
his sponsor, he's doing very well. Studying Law he wants to be a Lawyer or
in the police force as a detective. I am a second father I suppose but the
one thing which has pleased me is that because his parents succeeded in
their marriage they were able to produce a brother for John called
James. He is 9 and comes to stay as well but NOT in my bed but we have had
our moments however that's another story.

	Me now am different altogether. I am now in charge at where I
work. I am well respected and am highly thought of in the community. I am
happy to be who I am, I have never been so heavily involved with anyone as
I was with John on those few times. James did make a difference, but as I
said before that's another story. Oh let me know if you want to hear.

	To you all if you ever find the love I did then take it easy and
tread carefully. Liking a boy then loving a boy is very different. Most
connections are one off but imagine if you can, Love between two people
young and old, being genuine. No advantage being taken just giving the love
that is asked for. It's Sunday for me here and I am sitting in bed writing
this. In 9 years a beautiful brown haired boy called John has saved me of
starvation. I have to finish there but the story is true and a happy part
of me. Coming James... Hey another time we got to go fishing.



				  The End