Date: Sun, 07 Aug 2011 10:18:50 +0000
From: Jon Kent <jonkent@post.com>
Subject: OSCAR MY LOVE Part 8   Gay Male Youth Adult

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responsibility of adults is to protect children and their innocence. It
doesn't mean some adults won't enjoy reading stories like this, but it
doesn't mean they should go out and do things like this. Who knows? maybe
reading stories like this will actually stop them going out and doing these
things.



Part 8

"Lift your bum, Evan. I want to see it going all the way in and all the way
out."

I feel rather than see my cock sliding out of Evan's anus because the only
thing I can see is Charlie's belly button, and only that for a moment as
Charlie pushes himnself back into my mouth, my throat, and continues to
face-fuck me aggressively. Charlie may only have three inches but his cock
is thicker than those of the other boys, and I can feel my lips slip and
slide along his shaft.

"Wow, Evan, doesn't that hurt?" Oscar's voice is enthusiastic rather than
solicitous. "You're sitting right down on Uncle Tom's hairs when it's all
the way in."

"Yeh, it hurts," says Evan, and his voice is so tiny I remember just how
young he is. "But... ooof! - when you get used to it, it feels good. Is it
really stretching me now?!

"You bet," says Oscar. "Your hole is like an elastic band stretched round
a... a..." The boy struggles to find an apt comparison. "...stick of
Brighton rock," he adds triumphantly. "Lift up again. I want a close-up of
about six inches so you can see the start of his knob." It's a little
discomforting to hear Oscar discussing me in the third person, but he's the
director as well as camera boy so I guess he is being professional. To tell
the truth, I haven't much time for discomfort as sensations rush through
me,

I manoeuvre Charlie up and forward until my face is fixed between his
wide-spread buttocks. Being on the skinny side, Charlie is easier to shift
than the others, and he is co-operative though he could be cleaner down
here. I feel his fingers wrapping my hair round his dick as he wanks
happily away. I use my thumbs to loosen his sphincter muscles, prise open
his hole before pushing my tongue inside as far as I can. I don't care what
these juices are; they are a a boy's juices and I want as much as I can
get.

Why do I enjoy licking - rimming - a boy's hole so much? Not so long ago I
would have thought the practice - analingus - pointless if not
disgusting. Now I can't get enough of it. Oddly enough, I'm not that keen
on being rimmed, but offer me any reasonably attractive boy and I'll
happily rim him all night long - and all day, too, if he isn't at
school. Men? They don't attract me, but then men have never attracted me,
though there may be aesthetics involved here. A boy's anus can reasonably
be described as a rosebud... or a little mouth waiting to be kissed,
licked, sucked, worshipped. And, of course, there is the pleasure of
introducing a boy to sexual pleasure he'd never suspected
existed. Analingus feels erotic for the same reason that anal play in
general is arousing. The anus and surrounding tissue are richly endowed
with nerves highly sensitive to erotic touch, which is grand for the
receiver, perhaps less so for the giver.

Rimming is a way, I guess, for the rimmer to say, "I love all of
you. There's no part of you that I don't want to have. In turn, it's a way
for the boy being rimmed to say I trust you, you know what you're doing, so
there's no part of me you can't have.  This is true for boy lovers. Boy
lovers don't simply love their boy-of-the-moment; they worship them; if
they could, they would devour them, swallow them whole, and keep them
forever. Of course, if the futile silliness of worship can give way to
genuine love, the man will put the boy's needs first, even if the boy's
gain involves the man's loss. All of which wasn't particularly relevant as
Oscar directed Charlie to sit facing the other way while continuing to
grind his hole against my lips, for which I was duly grateful.

"Now, Charlie," instructs Oscar, "start jerking Evan off... but don't let
him cum... and if you can, lean over and kiss his dick.  No! Don't suck
it. Just kiss it lots and lots. I'm gonna walk round and take shots -
they're called 'establishing' shots, so that everyone can see exactly
what's going on." (pause) "And, Uncle Tom, raise Charlie up and down a
couple of times so we can see your tongue licking his actual hole." (pause)
"It'll look like Charlie's gonna take a shit," (collective giggle) "but
don't worry, he's not gonna do that... in this movie."

When had Oscar fallen in love with making movies? His interest had become
an obsession. I'm inclided to thinkm it's when we watched 'Wild Tigers I
Have Known' together. For the first time, Oscar realised you could tell
people what to do, they would do it, you could record it, and what you did
could be beautiful. In making his 'porno' movies, Oscar was not simply
interested in the sex, nor the feelings of power it gave him. He was
genuinely interested in the aesthetics of the images he captured, though he
didn't yet have the conceptual capacity to desdcibe what he was doing in
these terms. But he would capture trickles of sweat running down a boy's
back, the expressions on a boy's face as he came, the blush that ran from
my chest to my neck... even the whorls of hair that ran round my arsehole,
for Chrissake!

I'd bought a Sony HDRCX115EB High Definition Handycam Camcorder, and we'd
agreed that, for the record, it belonged to me, thouugh in reality Oscar
was the proud owner. It wasn't terrible expensive, but I'd made a point of
not spoiling the boy, and as far as Amy was concerned I was encouraging her
son in a new hobby. To tell the truth, Oscar quickly outstripped me in
using the camera, and the 101 magical tricks it could perform. I'm not here
to sell the CX115 to you (LOL) and will only mention if you connect your
camcorder directly to an HD Ready TV you can view your video in spectacular
HD on the big screen. Oscar's bumhole, beautiful in real life, was
positively ethereal in High Definition on a 42" screen!  What next - 3D?!

"Turn round again," instructs Oscar. Charlie duly obliges and sticks his
hard-on back in my throat. "Evan, ride Uncle Tom faster...  but, Uncle Tom,
tell me when you're gonna shoot. Then you pull it out... but don't shoot
till I take a shot of Evan's hole wide open.  Then, when I tell you, shoot
your cum right on Evan's hole." (pause to plan) "Then suck Charlie faster
and faster. But don't cum in his mouth, Charlie. When you're gonna cum,
tell me, so I can get a big close-up of the cum shotting right out of your
pee-hole and into his mouth. And fire some on his face as well. That should
do it."

Oscar completes his movie by having the boys slide up my body to lick the
cum off my face before snuggling down like contented kittens in my
arms. His closing shot is Evan's bumhole, breathing as my cum trickles from
it. Plastered across the shot is a stolen: That's All Folks.

Was I insane? Not one, but three prepubescent boys performing sex acts that
would make a bishop blush. Yes, I was insane - insane in the way that
alcoholic or a junkie is insane. I knew that the dangers were; I knew the
risks; I now the consequences of discovery would be catastrophic? Why then?
Oh, why? Take the last drink, take the last fix, then run, run like
Hell. But I couldn't. Not quite yet.  Not quite now.

(to be continued)