Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2007 23:28:54 +0200
From: john@foreign-embassy.net
Subject: Oooh, Vienna - Part 4 (M/b, oral, anal)

Oooh, Vienna

by John Hollingway <john@foreign-embassy.net>


This story  is pure  fiction. Although  some persons  in this  story are
images of people  in the real life,  I do not express  their opinions in
anyway.  Anything in  this  story is  made  up in  my  head. This  story
contains graphic descriptions of sex between males, especially between a
man and an underage boy. If this  kind of story is illegal where you are
living, go  read something else. If  you are offended by  such material,
why are you even here? Go read  something which suits your state of mind
better!  If you  are under  18 you  shouldn't probably  read this  stuff
either, as morale dictates us, but that couldn't hold me off at your age
either. Just be careful  about what you read and do,  some people on the
internet are not as nice as they appear at first.

This story is copyrighted by the  author, all rights reserved. The story
may be  copied and printed  for personal use,  but may not  be published
without  the written  consent  of  the author  besides  on the  original
publishing sites (nifty.org and assgm.net).


Preface


Hello all!

I'm really sorry  that it took me  so long to get this  chapter out, but
for one, there  is this thing called "real life",  which somehow manages
to hog up all of my available  time, another thing it that it was really
hard for me to write this chapter.

This story has evolved  a lot in my mind, and it is  just not as easy as
before to  write it,  because actually the  characters have  gotten some
depth, and somehow have developed a mind  on his own. Taking all this in
consideration, but  still being true  to the original thought  the story
proved to be quite a challenge. There  was a point in this chapter where
I really was  lost how to continue, and  it took me more than  a week to
figure out how I  wanted it to continue. But now  I'm satisfied with the
result, and I think it works quite well.

On  another note,  my  eMail address  and my  homepage  changed. All  my
stories  are  now published  on  my  (now permanent)  personal  website,
found  at http://john.foreign-embassy.net  and my  eMail address  is now
john@foreign-embassy.net

As before the other  chapters, I want to say that  I'm no native English
speaker, so  be kind if  you judge some of  the strange things,  and the
story plays in Austria, so there  may be small differences to the things
you are used to.

And as  always, I owe  a lot  of thanks to  Darryl. He makes  this story
readable and understandable, and adds a  lot towards the feeling for the
story. When  I would just  go forward with the  story, he adds  a little
thing here and a little thing there, and suddenly the story just feels a
lot nicer.  I can't  thank you  enough for  this, Darryl!  All remaining
mistakes are my sole responsibility.

Feedback is of  course as always very welcomed -  feedback is an authors
payment. So don't be shy, I won't bite, I promise!

And now, enjoy and have fun.

John


Part 4 - Revelations


I stormed  uncontrollably out of the  door of the institute,  running on
the side walk without actually noticing where I was going. After running
for some  minutes, and finally  slowing down  a bit, because  I couldn't
keep up the speed  I was going at, I suddenly felt a  hand on my arm and
pulling me to an abrupt stop.

When I  turned around, I  saw John behind me,  panting for air,  he must
have run after  me at full speed.  After a second, when  he had regained
some of his breath, he pulled me  into a tight hug, stroking my hair for
comfort. After the sudden rush of  panic, the comfort of John's hug, his
hand pushing my head  onto his chest and stroking it,  and the smell and
warmth of him, just a hint through  his clothing, were just too much for
me. I  broke down, sobbing involuntarily,  pouring out the whole  lot of
pain and panic which I felt.

I could  feel John  moving, and he  sat down on  some stairs  beside the
sidewalk, and pulled  me onto his lap, still hugging  me tightly. I just
continued sobbing  there against his chest,  not being able to  stop for
the time being.

Every time I started talking, wanting to  tell him what I was feeling at
the  moment,  only a  very  loud  sob escaped  my  throat,  and he  just
whispered meaningless words of comfort in  my ear while stroking my hair
and very gently rubbing my back.

After  some time,  I  can't recall  exactly  how long  we  sat there,  I
regained some  of my composure, and  I put my arms  around John, hugging
him back very tightly and whispering  in a barely audible voice: "Thanks
for all you have done for me!"  Instead of a response, I just could feel
him squeezing me a little.

I lifted my head to look him in the eyes, escaping from the big wet spot
I had produced on  his chest, and was astonished to  see that tears were
running  down his  face  as  well. I  looked  at  him questioningly,  my
curiosity for  the situation overshadowing  the things I was  feeling at
that moment. And  if I look back at  it today, I guess it  was easier to
give in to the  curiosity than to face the demons  that were haunting me
at that moment.

John cleared his throat, and said, in  a hoarse voice: "I think the last
3 days have been a bit too much for me as well. It has been an emotional
rollercoaster ride since I picked you up  at the motorway, and I guess I
was just paying the price for it now."

I smiled at him and teased him a bit: "Crybaby!"

He smiled back at me, teasing back: "Yeah, but look who started it."

His face got  serious again, and what he said  instantly wiped the smile
off my face again: "Do you want to tell me why you scooted away from the
nurse like that?"

My  voice was  back to  a whisper  at that  moment, trying  to sort  out
the  emotions I  had  felt back  then:  "Yeah, I  guess  you deserve  an
explanation. When the nurse put the rubber band on my arm and approached
me with the  syringe, a terrible memory emerged again  that I had locked
in a dark  closet in the back of  my mind. And that memory  was just too
much for me."

Seeing the reassuring, but waiting look  on John's face, I realized that
I wouldn't get out  of telling him what the memory  was, that lightly. I
would have to  tell him more about  what I was referring  to: "You know,
the boyfriend of my Mum got her hooked up to the bad drugs, and supplied
her for  the first  weeks after  he got her  addicted. I  got to  see it
getting worse and worse, and I tried  to convince my Mum that she had to
stop taking that stuff,  to get up again from her bed,  take care of the
flat and to go to work again. I  made some mistakes at that time, I even
tried to convince her  a couple of times when he was  with her, when she
was deep in  her drug induced dreams. Seeing me,  trying to convince her
to stop, annoyed him  big time, and at first he just  would send me off,
telling me that  Mum needed her sleep. Later he  got angry, even hitting
me a couple  of times, when one  afternoon he just was all  sweet when I
approached Mum.  He told me to  have a seat,  that I could talk  with my
Mum, and that he even had something for  me, now that I was a 'big boy'.
He told me to  extend my arm, and put a rubber band  around my arm, just
like  the nurse  in the  institute.  He turned  around and  picked up  a
syringe lying on the bedstand, filled  with a dark yellow liquid. When I
saw this, I just felt the same panic I felt now in the institute, I knew
something very very bad was about  to happen. But luckily, my Mum moaned
at that  moment and got  him distracted for a  second. I jumped  up very
quickly, hit him in  the nuts with all the strength  I could muster, and
then just  fled from  the flat."  I made a  small pause,  just realizing
something.

"If I think of  it now, that was the moment when I  started to live more
on the streets than at home. I was afraid of going back to the flat when
he was there,  I just slipped in  there late at night and  got up early,
way earlier than both of them, and avoided them most of the time. When I
saw him,  I just headed  away as fast as  I could, feeling  an undefined
anxiety. Now I know what it was, it  was the fear that he would try this
again. I now  guess that it was  probably the only idea he  had left for
dealing with me, anxious that I really  could convince Mum to get out of
the  drugs. And  he basically  got what  he wanted,  I never  was around
anymore, so he could meddle with her as much as he wanted."

Having my head bowed down all of the time, I told John this, not able to
stand his look at  that moment, I finally looked up to  see how he would
react. All I could  see was cold fury in his eyes, I  could tell that he
was really, really angry. I added anxiously: "Please don't be mad that I
hit him  in the  nuts, and  didn't stay to  help Mum,  but I  was really
afraid, and  I was seeing it  as the only  chance I had of  getting away
from him."

The voice that responded to me was equally cold as the fury in his eyes:
"Oh, I think  he didn't get a  tenth of what he deserved,  and noone can
blame you for  not wanting to stay around longer.  Maybe you should have
told the  police instead of just  avoiding them, but you  were scared, I
understand that. If I could lay my  hands on that S.O.B., the last thing
he would  have to worry  about is that little  pain he was  feeling back
then."

Really  astounded,  not having  John  seen  this  angry before,  I  just
snuggled closer to him:  "Nah, just forget him, he is in  the past of my
life."

I could  feel John  relaxing when  I snuggled  up to  him again,  and he
continued in a softer voice: "Thanks  for telling me, kiddo!"And then he
kissed the top of my head.

"I really think we  should go back to the institute,  that blood test is
quite important, and  it won't take long. Do you  think you could handle
it if I hold  you all the time and comforted you? You  have to trust me,
no one will mess  with you back there, and if they  tried, they would be
in real big trouble with me."

I thought about this for a moment, and responded then: "We won't know if
we don't at least try. I guess I can handle it, now that I know what the
problem is. And if you hold me, I don't think anything could hurt me."

John chuckled when he announced: "At  least you haven't hit the nurse in
the balls, although that would be considered a miracle."

I  joined in  his chuckling  half-heartedly, asking  anxiously: "Do  you
think they will be mad back there?"

"They'd better not  be. After all, we are paying  customers!" He ruffled
my hair and put me back on my feet, getting up after that as well.

We walked back to the institute, and I was surprised to realize just how
far away  from the Institute  we were. I  had traveled a  real distance,
running like that.

When  we  entered the  building  again,  the  nurse  stood there  a  bit
impatiently, but  not saying  anything, only handing  each of  us tissue
when she saw the tear marks on our faces.

Both of  us wiped the  remaining evidence and  blew our noses,  when the
nurse said:  "A little needle  shouldn't scare a  big boy like  you that
bad. It only hurts a short moment."

I turned to  a pillar of salt hearing the  expression. This nurse seemed
to have the rare  talent of saying exactly the wrong  words at the wrong
moment. I tried  to relax, taking a deep breath,  before replying calmly
to her: "No  Ma'am, it wasn't only the needle,  there was something else
which scared me at that moment, but I think I have sorted it out, now."

"Good, let's get this finished then."

We moved  back to the  small room where we  were earlier, and  the nurse
motioned me to  have a seat again.  But John was faster and  sat down on
the chair, patting his lap gently, and motioning me to sit on his lap.

I climbed on John, and saw then the confused look of the nurse when John
hugged me: "Sir, I don't think the regulations......"

At that  moment she was  cut off sharply by  John's voice, again  with a
hint of  that steel in  it I heard  earlier: "Just blow  the regulations
today, Lady, and  get this over with. This boy  needs comfort right now,
he is under  a lot of stress. And  if you won't do it this  way, then we
surely will find an institute which is better suited for our needs....",
and his voice trailed off, leaving that  hint of a threat hanging in the
air.

The nurse considered it for a moment, then pulled up a smile on her face
and said  in a fake cheery  voice: "I think  we can stretch it  that far
today."

She put the rubber band from earlier  on my arm, again and turned around
to get the syringe. I felt the rush of panic building up in me again, my
body was tensing, but John must  have sensed it, because exactly at that
moment, he hugged  me very tight and whispered some  comforting words in
my ear. I relaxed considerably, and just closed my eyes.

I suddenly felt a needle going right  into my arm, but with John holding
me very tightly, there was no way I could squirm my way out again, and I
just breathed in  a very steady rhythm, counting slowly  upwards to take
my mind off the needle protruding from my arm.

Just when  I got to 37,  I could feel  the needle being pulled  out, and
opened my  eyes again.  The nurse  pressed a small  pad against  my arm,
guiding my other hand to press against it.

She announced then: "All finished, we will have the results on Monday."

John smiled at her thankfully and  told her: "Sorry for that ruckus back
then, but you handled it very professionally."

She fake-smiled  back at him and  said, again in her  cheery voice: "Ah,
I've seen worse. Just  have a good day, Mister", and  then headed out of
the room.

John put me down once again on the ground, and stood up as well.

As we headed out of the institute,  John put his arm around my shoulder,
and we walked out on the street together. Just feeling his affection for
me lifted  my mood  a couple  of levels  up. But  I couldn't  banish the
haunting  demons out  of  my  mind completely.  My  thoughts were  still
revolving around the revelations I had done to myself.

We walked as a quiet couple down the street, John's arm still put around
my shoulder, me occasionally bumping into him. Surprisingly, it was only
a very short  walk to John's flat.  The bus stop where  we had descended
off the  bus was  just one stop  before the regular  stop when  going to
John's flat, so the distance to home was quite short.

I really began to  start thinking about John's flat as  home. It, and he
as well, were so welcoming for me, that it was easy to really look at it
as my home, my place to stay.

When we entered the flat, we were  greeted by the meowing of the cats as
usual, but  unlike before neither  of them concentrated  their attention
only on John. Ben strolled over to  John to get his usual petting, while
Chloe came  right to me for  the first time directly  after entering the
flat, and demanded to be petted. I obeyed her demands with pleasure, and
soon after  that, she was rubbing  against my leg, purring  and enjoying
herself.

John looked up at  me from Ben, and asked: "What do you  want to do now,
kiddo?"

I thought  for a moment, and  then said: "Could  we just sit down  for a
while and cuddle a bit? I need  to think for a while, and you comforting
me will just make it easier."

He looked at me with a hint of worry in his eyes, but complied promptly:
"Sure, your wish is my command!", and smiled at me.

We headed  over to the couch,  and John sat  down on the couch  with his
legs up, half-sitting,  half-lying on it. I attached myself  to his side
and snuggled up tightly to him, bathing in his warmth and the feeling of
affection he still radiated.

We sat there quietly for like ten minutes, John lazily stroking my back,
while I just lay  there, my head using his chest as  a pillow and deeply
caught in  my thoughts. The  more I thought about  the scene back  at my
Mum's flat, the  more I tensed up.  All the thoughts of  what could have
happened to me, the path I would  be walking down right now, if I hadn't
fled from  the flat.  I started  to breath quickly  when all  the things
raced through my mind, and I even tensed more.

John looked down at me, again with concern in his eyes, and worry in his
voice when he said: "Just don't panic, my angel, it is over now, you are
safe with  me here. I don't  think it will do  you any good if  you just
brood over these  thoughts. I agree with  you that we will  have to work
out these issues, but  I think it is just too early  right now. You need
to relax, and we need to take your thoughts off that."

He  seemed to  think for  a moment,  and when  he continued  he had  the
slightest spark of mischief in his eyes: "I know the perfect thing which
will relax you!", and he started to work himself out from under me.

I looked at  him curiously, and he  continued: "I will be with  you in a
minute. Please, strip down  and lie on your belly on  the couch, okay? I
will  be there  shortly", and  with those  words, he  vanished into  the
bedroom.

I frowned,  not having  the slightest  idea what he  could mean.  Then I
thought about his  request and what it  could mean. As when  a light was
lit in my head, everything was  clear when I thought about which regions
of my body this would give him access to.

I dreaded  that part of  our relationship a bit,  and I even  was little
afraid of it, but luckily Marcus had  prepared me for it, and I had time
to think about it. I supposed that I was ready for it, and it would just
allow me to stay with John. I thought  this was a small price to pay, so
I quickly stripped off  all my clothes, and lay there  naked on my belly
on the couch.

I couldn't  bring myself to face  the door where John  would be emerging
soon, so  I just heard the  bedroom door opening and  closing, and heard
how John stripped out of his clothes as well.

He climbed onto the couch again, and kind of knelt over me, each knee on
one side of my hips.

I could feel how he leaned down to bring his face to my head, and kissed
me  on  the neck  before  saying:  "You didn't  have  to  pull down  you
underwear as well, but I admit it is a very nice sight."

Furrowing my  brows, I tried  to think how  he would accomplish  what he
wanted to do to me with my underwear on, when every thought about it was
eradicated from my mind by a cool liquid, hitting my shoulder blades.

I yelped, but the liquid started to warm up quickly when John started to
work the  slippery fluid  into my  shoulders and my  neck. This  was the
moment when  I realized that  he never intended  to fuck me,  but simply
wanted to give  me a massage. He  even still had his  underwear on while
sitting on the  upper parts of my legs, without  putting his full weight
on my body.

Relaxing considerably, I  let all thoughts of worry flow  away, and just
enjoyed the feeling of John's  strong hands kneading my muscles, working
the oil into  them. I felt the  tension in my muscles  just flowing away
when he  rubbed my back first  with circular motions of  his thumbs, and
then running along my spine with his index and middle finger. He applied
pressure to the muscles just below  my shoulder blades, and I could feel
a  wonderful  warmth  spreading  throughout my  back.  Warmth  from  the
friction he applied,  warmth from the affection and love  that seemed to
flow through his arms from him to me.

Not long after  he started massaging my  back, I purred as  loud as Ben,
just basking  in the affection  he showed  with every touch,  with every
movement of  his hands, with every  kneading of my muscles.  My dick had
gone stiff in a matter of seconds after the loving touches had begun.

He massaged my  shoulders, my neck, my shoulder blades,  the sides of my
back, the  upper parts of  my arms, just  every muscle which  could have
stored tension in it.

When he finally was  finished, he laid his upper body on  my back, and I
could just feel the warmth which his body radiated, and I could feel him
breathing gently on my neck.

This was the moment when I made up  my mind. I loved John so much, and I
would give him everything  I had, he deserved it. I  was just as relaxed
as I would ever be.

I asked him: "John, will you fuck me?"

I  could feel  his  breathing  quickening, and  I  could  feel his  dick
starting to get stiff as well. He  asked me with a tremble in his voice:
"Are you sure, sweetheart? Is that what you really truly want?"

Everything in my mind screamed 'Noooooo',  but I ignored it, and said in
a steady voice: "Yes,  I am!" It was the least of the  things I could do
for him.

I could  still feel John breathing  into my neck, but  more rapidly then
before. He obviously seemed to really  like the idea, just as Marcus had
told  me.  His  hardening dick  told  me  that,  as  much as  his  heavy
breathing.

He whispered then in my ear: "OK, if  you really want it, just give me a
sec, I'll be back shortly."

He got up again from the couch, and moved once more to the bedroom. As I
had made  up my mind now  and wasn't as  anxious as before, I  turned to
watch the  door. John  came back  to the  living room  just a  couple of
seconds later, and I eyed him all the way to the couch.

He had a small blue-white tube in the one hand, and a very small package
in the other. He  laid both down at the table,  and quickly stripped off
his underwear.

His dick  was as hard  as I had  ever seen it when  he lay again  on the
couch next to  me. I was still  on my belly, thinking this  would be the
position he would like to do it.

But first he very passionately kissed me,  while lying next to me, and I
frantically returned  the kiss,  trying to  get my  mind off  the things
which would  come. Our tongues  danced for some  time, and he  pulled me
tight to his body, his erection pressing into my side.

He caught me by surprise then when he pushed me gently on my back, still
not letting loose of my mouth, still kissing me.

Just as the night before, he started kissing his way down along my body,
sucking on my nipples, and it felt like he kissed every part of my chest
at least once.

When he started  sucking on my cock  once more, I let out  a small moan,
but I felt that my orgasm was not  very far away at that point. As I had
discovered the day before, some pain didn't mean very much when you were
horny, so  I didn't want  to have an orgasm  right then. Marcus  told me
that  it would  eventually hurt,  so  I didn't  want to  give away  that
advantage.

So I told John: "Just stop there, I'm nearly coming, and just do it."

He looked up to  me, letting my penis slide out of  his mouth, and said:
"There is no way  of just doing it, Love. We will need  to loosen you up
quite a bit first,  otherwise it would just hurt you  way too much", and
he lowered his head  once again into my pubic region,  but this time not
on my dick, but taking again my  balls in his mouth, rolling them around
gently.

But he let go  of them soon, and pushed my legs gently  a bit apart, now
sitting between them. He pushed my knees  a bit into the direction of my
chest, which basically lifted up the lower part of my body.

Kissing the  inner skin of  my thighs and  caressing my ass  cheeks with
both of his hands,  he pulled them apart a bit, and I  could feel how my
bum hole was now exposed, feeling the air on it.

His next  move caught me totally  by surprise once more,  as he directly
put his tongue  on my bum hole, slowly circling  around the outer parts,
and then moving onto the very sensitive skin on the hole.

When I felt the  warm wetness of his tongue against  my hole, I couldn't
resist the urge to let out a loud moan. It was pleasure like I had never
experienced before. Not  the direct pleasure, like when he  sucked on my
cock, but a  more sensual, indirect pleasure, but not  less intense than
before. I had never thought that  getting touched, or licked, at the bum
hole would feel so good.

When the pleasure  rolled through my body, I relaxed  even more, letting
go of the anxiety which had again  built up in me in anticipation of him
fucking me. John  must have felt me relaxing, because  at once he pushed
with his tongue  against my back entrance, and I  could feel the muscles
there part slightly, allowing him entrance.

He moved his tongue  in and out of my hole, like he  was fucking me with
it, and I could only moan at the sensations this created in me.

I could  feel as one of  his hands moved away  from my ass cheek,  but I
couldn't  care less  at that  moment. If  getting fucked  for real  felt
anything like this, it was well worth a bit of pain, I decided.

That was the moment when John pulled  his mouth away from my rectum, and
I heard the  tube I saw earlier  being opened. I wanted to  look up, but
the next  thing I felt was  something very cold and  slippery against my
bum hole once more.  Now John was at work with his  finger and he seemed
to spread  something around my hole,  and soon after that,  I could feel
some pressure against the center of the hole.

John had  obviously greased up a  finger, as it felt  different from his
cock, and to enter my rectum with it. I made a conscious effort to relax
my muscle back there, but I still yelped when I felt the finger slipping
right into me.

For the first time in my life, I  had something up my ass, but it didn't
feel as bad  as I had imagined  it would before. Of course,  there was a
bit of pain  when the initial entry was made,  but that quickly subsided
after only a moment and it mainly  felt weird, then. It was kind of like
I had to go to the toilet, but not really bad.

John had  started kissing the  inner skin of my  thigh once more,  in an
obvious effort  to take my thoughts  off his finger in  my bottom, which
actually had worked its way slowly further into my body.

Soon I could feel the knuckles  of John's hand, pressing against cheeks,
and I  knew that  this was  the furthest  he could  go. He  wriggled his
finger a bit inside me, which made me moan once more. Then he started to
slowly pull his finger  back again, until it was nearly  all the way out
of me, and then he started to push it in once again.

Shortly after  that he  had established  a steady  rhythm of  his finger
going in  and out of my  bottom, and I  really started to get  hard once
more. When his  finger had entered me, I had  softened considerably, but
soon after  he started finger fucking  my bottom, my cock  stood to full
attention once more. John even stroked it carefully with his other hand,
but not with much pressure or friction, but even that let me emit a soft
moan  once in  a while  in addition  to the  moans which  came from  the
sensation of my finger filled bottom.

John removed  his finger fully,  and opened up  the tube once  again. He
smeared some more of  the jelly around my hole, and  I thought that this
was the moment where  he would put his dick into my  bottom, but he just
inserted  a  different  finger  into  my bum  hole,  which  was  shortly
afterwards joined by the first one.

The muscles around my hole had to  stretch wider than they had ever done
before  to  accommodate both  of  his  fingers,  but  John kept  up  the
pressure, and now the pain was back.  This time it was worse than it was
the first  time, even  after he had  put both fingers  in and  kept them
steady for a while. I yelped out every  time he tried to move one of the
fingers,  and finally  he removed  the  second finger,  letting me  feel
relieved and a bit empty.

He started  his steady finger fucking  again, with only one  finger, and
this time  he moved his mouth  to my cock.  Once more, my dick  head was
enveloped by  the silky warmness  of his  mouth, while his  finger still
probed  into my  backside, driving  a little  bit deeper  every time  he
pushed it in. And  then he hit something inside me,  and I just couldn't
control myself.

That was the fastest approaching orgasm I had up to now, no anticipatory
tingling in my  belly, just the orgasm  as it rolled through  my body. I
stiffened a couple of times, but John  kept his mouth on my dick and his
finger in my bottom.

Just when  the heaviness of the  afterglow started to stream  through my
body, I could feel that the finger  in my ass still hurt. Not very much,
but still a bit.  I hadn't felt it before, but I knew  that there was no
way John could fuck me now, not if he didn't want to hurt me, that is.

I sniffled a bit when I realized that, I had to deny John, for now, what
he really  wanted, just because  I had to  have that orgasm.  Hearing me
sniffle, John quickly retracted the finger  from my hole, and now I felt
a bit empty back there.

He moved to my side, giving me a loving kiss, and he said in a very soft
voice: "I'm  sorry, Baby, I  didn't ever want  to hurt you,  I'm really,
really sorry."

"No, that is  not the problem, it hurt  a bit, but not very  much, no, I
ruined this  for you. I had  an orgasm, and  I don't think that  I could
take you in right now, not without crying."

He kissed me  again, and then said:  "Oh my God, Kyle  honey, you didn't
ruin anything! When I realized that  the two fingers were hurting you, I
stopped every thought I  had of fucking you right now.  You are just too
tight, and it would have hurt you way too much. Just look!", and he held
his two fingers together alongside of his dick, and I could see that his
dick was considerably thicker than the two fingers put together.

"So, I just stuffed  that idea, and decided that you  should have a good
time right  now. And it  looks like you had  it....", and with  that, an
impish grin appeared on his face.

I had to grin  as well at that sight, all  thoughts of disappointing him
blown away in a  single ray of his happiness. And  right then, I decided
that I really loved John. I knew how horny he must have been, Marcus had
told me how much  he liked to fuck, but at the first  sign of me getting
uncomfortable,  he had  just  let it  go and  only  thought about  me...
pleasuring me. And when I was  feeling down because he couldn't fuck me,
his first thought was that he had hurt me.

John deserved my love, and I was willing  to give him as much of it as I
could.

We  snuggled  there on  the  couch  for a  couple  of  minutes, when  my
curiosity got the better  part of me once more: "What  was all the stuff
you got from your bedroom?"

John smiled at  me, realizing that my curiosity was  genuine, and not to
tease him. At first he showed me the bigger bottle: "This, of course, is
the massage oil.  A massage without something like this  only feels half
as good,  because of  this, you  can generate  really good  friction and
warmth on the muscles, and your hands glide easily over the skin."

Next,  he picked  up the  blue-white tube:  "This is  KY, a  water based
lubricant. It  is used  to make your  hole as well  as my  fingers, very
slippery, so that I could put them  in more easily. It is still possible
to have anal sex  without this, for example, by only  using spit, but it
hurts a  whole lot more,  and I just think  that it is  more pleasurable
this way. And  this", he picked up the small  package I totally couldn't
figure  out  what  it was,  "is  a  condom.  Every  time you  have  sex,
especially  anal sex,  but also  the normal  sex you  might have  with a
woman,  you  have to  use  a  condom.  This  is really  very  important!
Otherwise you could easily get one of the sexually transmitted diseases,
and  the worst  of them,  like AIDS,  will ultimately  kill you!  Do you
understand that?"

"Yes, I do, I don't want to  get ill. And AIDS just sounds horrible. So,
I guess there  will always have to be something  between us while having
sex....", and I sighed low.

"Well, if you  know someone well enough, and you  can totally trust him,
and you know that  niether of you have any STDs, then  it IS possible to
do it without a  condom. But it really needs a lot  of trust between the
two partners. That is one of the reasons we both had the STD exam today,
so that we know if we have to be extra careful, or just normal careful",
and he smiled at me, giving me a quick kiss.

"And why  do you need two  things which do  the same thing? I  mean, the
massage oil makes  everything slippery, and so does the  KY. Why not use
one for both?", I asked.

"Ah, that is actually  quite a good question. You wouldn't  want to do a
massage with KY,  it is water based  and would dry too fast,  so you use
something oil based, like the massage oil. But you can't use the massage
oil for anal  sex with a condom, because the  oil will basically destroy
the rubber  in the condom, making  it useless. So these  are the lessons
for  today's sex-ed:  Use a  condom every  time, and  use a  water-based
lubricant with it, and nothing else."

John smiled at me, and then said,  a bit apologeticly: "Sorry, I guess I
sound like  my Dad,  he is a  teacher, and  my sister is  on the  way to
becoming a teacher too, so I hear  things like this quite a lot when I'm
at home."

I sniggered at his statement and  said: "Gosh, that would make living at
home very stressful, with two teachers around."

"You're telling me; it's pure hell sometimes!"

Then I  pushed John back from  his sitting position, back  into lying on
the couch, and I snuggled tight to his side, again bathing in his loving
warmth.

Then I  asked, since  I really wanted  to know: "So,  when do  you think
you're going to fuck me? I really want to know that I can stay with...."
As soon as this escaped, I knew that I had made a mistake, and I quickly
bit on my lower lip, trying to shut my mouth, and hoped that John hadn't
noticed this lapse.

But, I had no luck with this, of course.

As soon as I had said it, his whole body stiffened up, and he asked in a
confused voice: "What do you mean by 'That I can stay with you'? Haven't
I made it  perfectly clear to you that  your stay with me is  not in any
way connected to the sex we have?"

"Yeah, you said that, but Marcus said..."

As soon as I said this, he cut me off sharply, and asked in a low voice:
"Kyle, what did Marcus say? Did he  in any way suggest that I only would
let you  stay with me,  if you let  me fuck you?",  and as he  asked the
question, he looked at me with very wide eyes.

I shrank  back a bit  from him, afraid  of his intense  reaction: "Ummm,
yeah, kind of. He  said something like 'If you really  want to stay with
him, let him fuck you'."

With that, John jumped  up from the couch, pacing up  and down in front.
of the couch table, stark naked as  he was If the situation hadn't been.
so serious, it would have been a very funny sight                      .

While  pacing, he  muttered to  himself: "How  could he  dare? The  damn
asshole! Even  suggesting something like that  to a kid. Oooh,  he is so
gonna get it." With that, he had obviously made up his mind, and went to
a cupboard next to the bedroom door.

When he picked up his mobile, I asked: "What are you going to do, now?"

"I'm gonna call him, and tell him what I think of him, and I will forbid
him to ever talk  to you again!", and he started to  push the buttons on
his mobile, obviously intending to make the call.

I raced up from the couch and took  the mobile out of his hand: "You are
not going to do  something stupid like that, right now!  You are way too
upset. Come, sit with me on the  couch!", and I took his hand and pulled
him towards the couch again, trying to calm him down.

He  sat down  next to  me,  and asked,  obviously  a bit  puzzled by  my
determination: "Why shouldn't I call him?  I mean, how COULD he tell you
something like that?", and he started to get angry again.

I attached myself to  his side, stroking his chest in  an effort to calm
him down, and said: "Calm down, please, you are frightening me!"

He looked at me and must have  seen my big, wide eyes, looking anxiously
at him,  because he closed  his own  eyes for a  second and took  a deep
breath. It  seemed to work  at calming him  down, because when  he spoke
again, his voice  was much calmer and more controlled  than before: "Why
didn't you  tell me that  he said this  to you? I  mean, it was  just so
totally WRONG to tell you something like that. And I even suggested that
if you need someone to talk to, you should talk to him.....Oh my God!" ,
and his  voice died down,  realizing what the  short contact I  had with
Marcus had done to our relationship.

And I told him, in a shaky  voice, because I was afraid of his reaction:
"I didn't tell you what he said,  because I didn't think that he told me
something bad. I thought that  he told me something important, something
about you,  that I didn't  know. I  was a bit  afraid of it,  of course,
because no one ever suggested anything like it, but I think that I could
take it. And if  you really wouldn't ever kick me out  because I let you
do it, I figured it was a small price to pay."

I hadn't looked  him in the eyes,  afraid that I would see  the anger in
his eyes again. Before, his anger wasn't directed at me, but after this,
I wasn't quite sure of it anymore. But instead of saying something angry
back at me, he  scooped me up and and sat me on  his lap, with me facing
him, and I put my legs around his belly as he hugged me tightly.

He whispered in my ear: "How could you ever think something so stupid? I
let you stay here because I love you. Yes, I admit it, I'm really turned
on by fucking, and I love it,  fucking and getting fucked. But because I
love you, I would  never, ever even think of doing  anything to you that
you didn't want, where  you just felt that you had to  do it because you
felt obliged  to do  it. If  you like  it, we  will do  it, and  we will
probably try it at  some point in the future, but if  you don't like it,
we just  won't do it. Because  I love you too  much to ever see  you the
least bit uncomfortable."

With  that he  buried his  face  into my  shoulder, and  even hugged  me
tighter if that was possible.

I whispered back into  his ear: "You know, I love you  too, don't you? I
always want to  see you happy, so I  probably would let you do  it to me
even if I don't like it that much."

He let me loose a bit and looked  me in the eyes, putting one hand under
my chin to lift my eyes to his  level: "That would be a bit different, I
think. But don't ever feel obliged  to do anything because you think you
have to do it,  to be able to keep staying here. I  hereby swear to you,
that you will  never, ever have to  leave here, unless you  want to. You
will always have a place here as long as you want it."

When he  said that,  I felt tears  forming in my  eyes again,  because I
could just feel that he was totally honest with me. I gasped and I could
just barely whisper: "Thanks!" and then put I my mouth onto his, kissing
him frantically, lovingly, deeply.

When our  kiss finally ended,  I had to chuckle  as I thought  about the
whole situation:  "You know, maybe  Marcus has even done  something good
for us by mentioning that to me."

John looked puzzled at me: "How's that?"

"You know, I  really became aware that  I love you when  you DIDN'T fuck
me. I mean,  I could just feel  how totally you were turned  on, and you
wanted  it  so much,  but  at  the slightest  sign  that  I was  feeling
uncomfortable from your fingers in me, you just set the whole thought of
it completely aside, and just wanted me  to feel good. But, you know, it
really felt good. So, when are we doing IT?", I finished with a sheepish
grin on my face.

He had  a smile on his  face when he  responded: "We will try  it again,
once you feel comfortable with it, OK? As I said, you will probably need
to loosen up quite a bit, before it won't hurt you too much. I won't lie
to you, it will probably hurt some, when I enter you for the first time,
not much  can really loosen up  that much. I  would love to just  play a
little bit with your hole when you feel like having me do it, OK?"

"OK, we have a deal then. I'm really curious about how it will feel."


He looked at me  with a smile, and said: "It  actually feels quite good,
once you get  past the first pain." Changing the  subject, he said then:
"So, what are we doing then with this lovely afternoon?"

I responded:  "Hmm, I really  don't know. Do you  have to work?  I could
probably keep myself busy for some time."

He seemed to think for a moment,  and then said: "No, I don't think that
I have, or want to work today.  How about us taking a bath together? I'm
a bit  sweaty, and you have  all the oil on  your back, and the  lube on
your bottom. And it will at least calm me down a bit, I think."

"Sounds like a cool idea, but is  your bathtub big enough for us both?",
I asked, not sure of this.

"It will be a bit cramped, but I think we will manage."

"OK, then let's do it!", and with that, I jumped off his lap and quickly
headed for the bathroom.

John followed me,  laughing, stating: "Oh, it will take  some time until
the tub is filled. How about this:  You start filling the tub, with some
bubble bath, and  I will fix us  some cereals in the  meantime, which we
can  eat while  waiting until  the  tub is  filled. I'm  actually a  bit
hungry, and we had no lunch."

"Food sounds good, let's do it then!"

With that,  I continued to the  bathroom, fiddling around some  with the
controls there until  I had figured out  how I closed the  sink and made
the water coming out of the shower head. Once it had a nice temperature,
I let it  that way and poured a  bit of the bubble bath  into the water,
which stood next to the bath tub.

In the meantime, I could hear John rummaging in the kitchen, and finally
heard him  walking again. When  I turned my head  to look after  him, he
went in  the direction  of the  living room,  and he  told me,  over his
shoulder: "Just come  in when you are finished there,  you don't have to
watch the water running, it can do that by itself!"

Giggling at  this, I decided  that everything was  set up, and  that the
water just needed to fill the tub, so I went to the living room as well.

Once I  came into there, I  saw John sitting cross-legged  on the couch,
but not eating. "Why haven't you started already?"

"Because it  would be  impolite, and  I knew that  it wouldn't  take you
long, so I just waited."

"Oh, okay",  I stated, matter-of-factly,  putting this away  for further
reference. Even  before Mum  had started  on the  drugs, we  hadn't many
meals together, mostly  both of us just  ate in front of the  TV when we
were hungry, not taking care of the other one.

I picked up my bowl of cereals,  and once I had started, John started as
well. It wasn't very much, and I had finished it quite quickly, but just
enough to stop the hunger and it just  left me with a nice feeling in my
tummy.

John needed a bit longer than me to finish, and once he had eaten all of
it, I extended my hand in his  direction, saying: "Give it to me, I will
put it in the dishwasher."

"Cool, then I'll just  check if the water is already  high enough in the
tub."

I went to the kitchen, and he went to the bathroom, and I could hear him
splashing as  he entered the bathtub.  I raced after him,  and found him
lying with a big smile, in the tub already.

"Uhm, how would  you like to have  me in there?", I asked,  a bit unsure
about it.

John stated: "Just lie in the same way  in the tub as me, just on top of
me. You are light enough that it won't be a problem."

"OK...", I stepped in the bath  tub as well, carefully avoiding stepping
onto him  and I stood  between his knees  then. From there,  I carefully
lowered myself onto him, soon I was  lying completely on top of him, the
water just high enough in the tub that it covered both of us completely.

After running around naked in the flat  for quite some time now, the hot
water was very  comfortable and relaxing. I started to  get warmer in an
instant, especially when John put both his arms around my chest, hugging
me slightly. I  sighed at this wonderful feeling of  warmth and comfort,
and just closed my eyes, relaxing.

We lay there  silently for some time, maybe 10  minutes, just thoroughly
soaking  through, when  I got  a bit  restless and  bored. I  started to
wriggle  on top  of John,  which  produced a  low laugh  from him:  "Ah,
getting restless again. Just lying isn't your strength, is it?"

"Nope, I don't think so!"

"I   guess  then   we   will  have   to  do   something   to  keep   you
entertained......"

I couldn't  see his face,  but his voice just  spoke of mischief,  and I
could clearly imagine the smirk on his face. Just when I thought what he
could mean, his hands changed from lying motionless on my chest and just
embracing me,  into vicious  tickling machines,  which just  attacked my
ribs relentlessly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!", I  shrieked out, and  I started to  squirm very
violently on  top of John,  trying to get my  hands onto his  ribcage as
well, to return this unprovoked attack.

But it was no good, my position  was just too awkward for that, and John
was quite  good in keeping  it that  way, effectively hindering  me from
seeking revenge.

I just collapsed  in laughter, giggling uncontrollably,  but that didn't
stop me from at least thinking a  bit about how I could stop him without
escaping from the bathtub (which was just too comfortable to leave right
now, despite the tickling).

While squirming  around, I caught a  glimpse of John's cock  through the
gap between my legs, and I just knew how to stop him.

I  extended my  hand  towards his  cock, and  started  stroking it  very
gently. It sprang to attention again like it had never been soft, and in
an instant John stopped the tickling, and just began moaning lowly. Yep,
that stopped  him for  sure, I just  knew that he  must have  been still
horny  from the  earlier  action, as  he hadn't  been  relieved from  it
before.

I effectively turned around in tub,  now sitting between his legs on the
other end of the top, without loosing my grip on his dick, continuing to
stroke him gently.

When he raised his knees a bit, to  allow me to sit between his legs, it
occurred to  me that I could  do the same to  John as he had  done to me
earlier. He seemed to like it the  day before in the shower, so why not?
I knew  now that  it would not  hurt him, especially  as I  gained entry
easily the day before.

So I moved my  left hand, first to feel his balls,  which got me another
moan  from him,  and  than moved  gradually lower  until  my finger  was
circling his  bum hole. Probably  it wouldn't  work without lube,  but I
knew now  that the skin  here was really sensitive  as well, and  a real
source of pleasure.

But  I just  tried to  probe  it, and  pushed my  index finger  slightly
against his back  muscle, and to my surprise, it  slid in really easily,
past the first joint on my finger. This evoked another, louder moan from
John, and his dick just erupted in  my hand then, his body was spasming,
and so were his butt muscle around my finger.

His cock had gone  limp quite quickly then, and I moved  to lie again on
top of him, but  this time I was facing him and giving  him a long kiss.
Then  I turned  around once  more, and  lay now  on top  of him  as just
before.

John had closed his eyes in the meanwhile, clearly overwhelmed. I wanted
to give him that break, I knew how I always felt when I had an orgasm.

Instead of  trying to  animate him  to do something  else, I  traced the
globs of sperm through the water.  Instead of just dripping on his chest
or belly, it now swam in small  droplets through the water, which I idly
chased with a finger all around.

Just when I wanted to ask John what to do now, as I grew restless again,
I heard a  soft snoring from beside  my head. He had just  gone to sleep
now!

Carefully I turned my head, and  he looked quite sweet there, lying with
his head resting  on the edge of the  bath tub. I had to  chuckle when I
saw this, but decided that I would let him get a nap, and just go out of
the tub, keeping me entertained by myself for some time.

I climbed out of the bathtub, drying  quickly with my towel which lay at
the side  of the tub,  and then checked  the water temperature  again. I
didn't want John  to get cold, and  as the water had cooled  down a bit,
and with me moving out of  the tub John's body wasn't covered completely
by hot water anymore, I turned on the tap to let in more water.

John didn't  stir a bit while  I did that,  he was passed out  for good.
This day  had been as exhausting  for him as it  had been for me,  and I
mean, he was like...old, he probably needed some rest.

I moved back to the living room  where my clothes still were, and put my
underwear back on, but decided to now  put on my tracksuit once more, as
it was  just more comfortable. Taking  my other clothes back  with me to
the bedroom,  I put on  my tracksuit and went  back to the  living room,
thinking about what I could do to entertain myself.

I didn't feel like  reading, when my gaze fell onto  the X-Box. John had
told me that I could use it if I wanted, and as it didn't seem to be all
that complicated when  John did it the  night before, I could  give it a
try.

Browsing through the games  which lay in a cupboard on top  of the TV, I
took out  one where the  description read like an  adventure-style game,
and I wanted to give it a try.

Trying the  different buttons  on the  front of  the machine,  I quickly
found the  power button, inserted the  DVD and started the  game. It was
called  something like  "Prince  of  Persia", and  it  was  easy in  the
beginning, having  a tutorial at the  start. I was rather  fascinated by
it, and quickly  became hooked by it. Chloe made  herself comfortable in
my lap, and seemed to fall asleep, just like John had in the bath tub.

About half an hour later, I could hear movement from the bathroom, and I
paused the game and moved towards the bathroom.

When  I  entered it,  John  looked  groggily  at  me: "Oh,  kiddo,  what
happened? One  second you were  kissing me, and  in the next  second you
were gone."

I had to giggle at this  statement, and responded: "Guess what happened.
You fell asleep, old man! But you  looked so sweet there, I just decided
to let you sleep for a bit and I played something on the X-Box."

"I fell asleep? OK, that explains it. Oh, I'm getting cold now!", and he
quickly left the tub.

"I'm in the living room, I guess you can dry yourself alone. I mean, you
are old,  so I  know that  you forget things  sometimes, but  this skill
should still be  possible for you to  figure out!", I teased  him with a
wink.

He looked at me, astounded for a moment, and then laughed: "Oh, you will
get it for that comment!"

"It  was  just retaliation  for  the  unprovoked tickling  attack,  back
there!"

He chuckled, stating: "OK, I will let it slide this time", and winked at
me as well.

I moved back to the living room,  resuming the game. A couple of minutes
later John came  to the living room  as well, went into  the bedroom and
emerged quickly after that, wearing his tracksuit like me.

I paused the game again, looking at  him in question: "So, what now? Any
ideas?"

"How about you  just continuing the game,  and you can cuddle  up to me,
and I'll just watch you playing."

"You don't mind if I continue to play?"

"No, not at  all. I can cuddle up  to you, while you are  busy with game
playing and you won't grow restless; that way I won't have to tickle you
again," and he smirked again.

We  did as  he  suggested, and  he  watched me  playing  the game,  only
occasionally  giving me  some  small  hints when  I  got  stuck, he  had
obviously played the game as well.

When  I had  enough of  playing  the game,  we  started to  watch a  DVD
together again, this time "Terminator 2", which was really entertaining,
and I hadn't seen it before.

Just about half an hour into the movie, my eyelids started to get heavy,
and I fought  hard to stay awake.  But John cuddling me  again under the
blanket didn't help, it was just too warm and comfortable to stay awake,
so after about five minutes of fighting  the urge, I just gave in to it,
and fell asleep.

The  next thing  I knew,  John was  lifting me  up from  the couch,  and
carrying me  to the bedroom. I  only awoke halfway, and  asked sleepily:
"What time is it?"

"Sshhhh, just continue  sleeping, it is well past  midnight, you already
slept a couple of hours on the couch."

He undressed me quickly, without meeting resistance from me, and steered
me into the bed,  just with my underwear on. I lay  down, and he quickly
embraced me  from behind, in  our favorite  sleeping position, and  in a
matter of seconds, I was out again....


Afterword


Editor's Notes:

This was a  very good chapter. We  seem to have resolved  what made Kyle
panic when  he saw that  syringe. Kyle told  John about what  Marcus had
told him,  or at  least he  paraphrased it, and  John got  pretty upset.
Luckily Kyle had the  sense to step in and calm John  down before he got
too angry with Marcus.  It also seem that the sex  between Kyle and John
won't include any penetration, because  John doesn't want to do anything
that might hurt his  loving boy. The two of them  are really bonding and
the love that is building between them is a wonderful thing. John wants,
with all his heart to protect Kyle  from harm of any kind, even the harm
that might come from the love that  almost caused him to hurt Kyle. This
story is  going to evolve  and grow.  John and Kyle  both have a  lot to
learn about each  other and about life and love.  Together, I think they
will succeed beyond their wildest dreams.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher