Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2000 18:50:54 +0100
From: Nicky Ackland <nackland@genie.co.uk>
Subject: The Perfect Present

Freddie lay there in that unreal state half way between consciousness and
sleep, that contented relaxed tiredness that floods the body after a
lengthy session of wonderful sex. He lay in the dark listening to the slow
rhythmic breathing of his lover, asleep beside him. Mike, he was one of the
few allowed to call him that. The majority always referred to him as
Michael. There was no reason or explanation for this; it was just the way
it was, the way it had always been. It had been Michael that first night,
some fifteen years ago now, when they had met in the pub, quite
accidentally. That was the night of Michael's thirtieth birthday, and he
was celebrating in style. Freddie remembered how young he looked then. The
black skinned youth so full of fun and life, he had mistaken him for early
twenties, and he was quite surprised when he announced it was his thirtieth
birthday. He was a picture of health then, and still was. Years of Tsai Chi
and Karate had kept him is great shape, every muscle clearly defined, but
none over emphasised; well, except maybe for one: that beautiful
circumcised penis. Freddie could hardly believe the size when he saw it
that first time. He felt he was well endowed, but was almost humiliated by
Michael's equipment. It was not just the length, somewhat over eight and a
half inches, but the girth, the stunning thickness that was so striking. He
had seen larger ones, at least in pictures, but this was so straight, so
hard, so perfect, it was breathtaking. Freddie thought he enjoyed being
entered by another man, to be possessed and loved, but that night it was
something else. It couldn't be described as making love; it was just pure
animal sex, and Michael had taken him with passion, lust, and such obvious
need. It was the one and only time he had done it, but the memory lived
forever in Freddie's mind. Being ten years older than Michael he did not
expect to see him again, just a wonderful one night stand to be forever
remembered, and brought to mind when mental stimulation was needed to aid
solitary relief. However Michael had not left the next morning, he stayed
and they spent a wonderful day, in and out of bed.

Michael called round again and again during the next two weeks; Freddie
could not believe his luck. When he heard that Michael had been thrown out
of his lodgings, it seemed natural to offer him the spare room. Within
weeks, Freddie had his spare room spare again, and his bed was
crowded. They had been together now for fifteen years. Soon Mike would
celebrate his forty-sixth birthday, and for a short while their age
difference would only be nine years. He could not recall when Michael
became Mike, it just happened, like so much in their years of happiness. He
loved to lie there remembering whilst his lover slept beside him. It felt
so safe, so secure, so 'forever'

He had never been unfaithful to Mike. True, there had been threesomes, even
foursome, but that was not being unfaithful, as his lover was always a part
of the game. He was not sure Mike could say the same, but that never
bothered him.  Mike had a need that occasionally he had to satisfy. He
liked to "take" men now and then. He had taken Freddie that first night,
but ever since he had been gentle and loving. He could never hurt or rape
the man he loved, he protested. There had been odd occasions when he had
seen Mike loose his control, and satisfy his lust. That really was all it
was. The need to fuck an arse became so strong that he lost all control and
entered some surprised male with all the force he could manage. Any yells
of surprise, pain or protest seemed to excite and intensify his lust and
need. Protest and resistance were useless; Mike had to be
satisfied. Usually the protesting male eventually enjoyed the coupling; and
afterwards Mike was all apologies and regret. He was a very loving, caring
and affectionate man most of the time; and he fought the red mist on most
occasions. Freddie had remembered the young lads in Tunisia and Morocco,
seventeen or eighteen he supposed, it was difficult to tell. They had
screamed and protested, but this pushed Mike into more demanding action and
he entered the protesting bodies with force and power. Somehow, it seemed
to Freddie, as he held the youth's head in his hand and pushed his cock
into the open mouth, that the protest was more act than real. They had
satisfied too many visitors this way to find even Mike's muscular offering
much more than a slight strain. Still they played the part well, it had the
desired effect on his lover, and so he was grateful to them.

Mike seldom strayed like that now. In years past, he had the odd night when
he did not return at the usual time, and did not feel like sex that
night. This was unusual, for he had the ability to cum, and remain hard,
ready for a second session. In fact he seemed to increase in girth after
the first orgasm, as though it was just part of the preparation for the
main event. Of late he had arrived home on time every night, and performed
just as regular.

Freddie still felt so lucky. Mike seemed still in his prime; still firm,
and fit, and demanding. Freddie was now fifty-five and his age was starting
to show. He kept himself as fit as he could, as time would allow; but he
had to admit that his broad shoulders and narrow waist had started to
change places. His hair was thinner now, and it was peppered with grey, or
naturally sun bleached, as he preferred to call it. Mike's hair was still
jet black, and as tightly curled as ever.  Yes he was a very lucky man to
be loved, and to be able to love, such a wonderful guy. However, Freddie
also felt guilty. Although faithful in deed, of late he had been mentally
lusting after another. Nick, or Nicholas to give him his full name as
Freddie preferred, was also young and fit: very young.

Nicholas Tanfield was fifteen, and was slim, blonde and very very
beautiful. Somehow, the word handsome didn't suit the lad. He was good
looking, but not in the sense of a handsome man. He wasn't effeminate in
any way; beautiful was the word that best described his boyish good looks,
and natural charm and charisma. He delivered both the morning and evening
papers, and Freddie watched, studied, lusted after him, as often as work
would allow. He had been delivering to them for almost two years, and
Freddie had watched him blossom from boy to youth. In the winter he often
got caught by a sudden shower, and would arrive soaking, his top and pants
clinging to his slim but defined body. In the summer, he could be seen in
just shorts and trainers, stimulating Freddie's imagination to picture that
bodily small area hidden from his gaze.  He must have realised that at
least one of the men in this isolated thatched cottage was gay:
heterosexual men do not have Gay Times delivered. He had not shown any
reaction to either of them, and on a few occasions Freddie had seen him
thumbing through the magazine before he pushed it through the door. The
mental stimulation Nick had given Freddie resulted in the occasional tip,
and a very large Christmas bonus. However, things had entered a new state
of events. Freddie had seen Nick hanging around the toilets in the nearby
city, the cruising cottages, going in and out of them frequently, far too
frequently for natural relief.  The boy was showing all the signs of a gay
teenager seeking his first faltering adventures. Freddie had so many ideas
about helping the lad to gain experience, and it was these thoughts, not
Mike, that filled his head as he slipped into sleep at last.

Michael Dupree slid quietly from under the covers, silencing the alarm at
the same time. He leant over and kissed the cheek of the man he loved, as
he lay still sleeping and dreaming: then he moved to the spare bedroom for
his morning exercises.  He enjoyed keeping fit. He enjoyed his body, and
liked to be as attractive as he could for the Freddie, his lover and his
mentor. Born in French Africa he came to England as a young boy. Poorly
educated he had little chance of earning a decent wage until he discovered
his body; or at least others discovered his body. His perfectly defined
muscled appearance was very photogenic. He was no body builder, but his
love of martial arts from an early age had caused him to be perfectly
defined. From the aspect of muscles, he could have been an anatomical
dummy. He also realised, by the time he was sixteen, that his sexual
endowments were larger than most of his age. When fully erect it had
aroused great interest at school. There were those who would pay to
photograph a naked male as beautiful as he, and would pay extra if he was
erect. The pictures appeared in publications that he never saw, the money
was generous; he took advantage of his good luck. Sometimes men would pay
extra for a more intimate encounter, and sometimes women would. Either way
he satisfied their needs, felt satisfied himself, and had money in his
pocket. He was convinced he wasn't gay, maybe just a bit BI-sexual. Why did
he need education when he could earn money as easily as that? He was still
modelling and convincing himself he was not gay when he met Freddie that
fateful night.  Why he went home with him, he will never know. Maybe he was
drunk. He could have had the pick of several much younger, and
better-looking men. He could have chosen from a selection of ladies who had
made their feelings obvious throughout the night. For whatever reason he
went to Freddie's bed, and from that night on he knew he was gay.

Freddie had educated him, not by lesson and lecture, but by chat and
conversation. Freddie was a writer, he was artistic; he was enthusiastic
about the cultured and beautiful aspects of life. He caught Mike's interest
and soon a new world was opened up to his wondering eyes. He could never
repay Freddie for that. The physical trainer, all muscle and no brain;
suddenly found interests he never imagined existed. The beautiful body
developed a beautiful mind. He still worked at the same gym. He enjoyed the
work with the added advantage of it keeping him in the shape he wanted to
be for Freddie. He also enjoyed watching the changing bodies of those who
submitted themselves to his training. As they developed the physique they
desired, they changed in mental attitude as well. With muscles came
confidence.  Yes Mike was a happy man; happy and confident. After years, he
had at last subdued his dragon. The need for sexual conquest and domination
had been conquered. He was happy, content and satisfied.

Nicholas Tanfield was not happy. He hated his life, his looks and
himself. He was far too short and small. Only five foot seven tall with a
waist just 24 inches in size. His chest was no better at a mere 30
inches. He swam regularly, and rode his bike as often as he could, sometime
travelling over fifty miles in a day. Despite the exercise, he remained
slim. He was not skinny, his body structure could be seen, but he felt he
still looked a thirteen-year-old boy, an opinion shared by others. His hair
was blonde, but again not a striking blonde. It was dark blonde, or as his
mother so frequently and infuriatingly described it, dirty blonde. The only
true blonde hair was around the top of his cock; the rest of his intimate
area, like the rest of his body, remained hairless. Unlike his peers, he
had no need to shave, and there was no trace of any hirsute growth under
his arms. He wanted to look older, more grown-up.

He was not happy with his life either. His father had died suddenly when he
was ten, and despite the five years since the event, he still missed him so
much. He and his father had shared so much. Nick's dad was a musician and
loved the beautiful things in life. They would walk together for hours and
Nick would listen and learn, as his father pointed out the beauties of
nature, explained art and poetry, introduced his son to the wonders of
being alive. A heart attack had ended that without warning. Years of
breathing the smoke of others had killed this non-smoker overnight. At
first, Nick could not forgive his father for leaving him. Then he could not
forgive himself for blaming his father. The emptiness could not be
filled. His mother sought her comfort from a bottle and a glass, so Nick
had to look after himself, and his mother. Eventually she had relinquished
her dependency, but financially things were still very difficult. He did
not have the trappings of teenage life possessed by the others at his
school.

He was a bright boy; his father's tutelage had born fruit. Through his own
efforts, he won a scholarship to a private school. He found learning easy
and enjoyable, especially English. His love of story and poetry, coupled
with his natural ability to learn, did little to endear him to his
peers. Unable to fault him in his abilities, they chose his financial state
as a profitable source of ridicule. Nick said nothing, refused to react,
but bled deeply inside.

The final insult was self administered, or so he felt. At the age of
thirteen, he began to worry over his sexual development.  He found his
attention was not moving from best pals to girls, like his classmates
were. He still felt drawn to male friends, but the interest was of a
different nature. He fought these thoughts on a daily basis, knowing them
to be wrong; terrified in case somebody should discover his secret;
building frustration upon frustration. Shortly after his fourteenth
birthday, he found toilets where there was explicit scribble on the
walls. He devoured these stories with the same veracity as he digested the
great works of literature at school. Merely reading soon gave way to a more
active reaction, and he masturbated as he read. Holes in adjoining walls
gave men the opportunity to observe the secret releases; which, in turn,
led to more adventures. First he just allowed a fumbling under the
partition, but soon he would stand in the urinals and allow men to touch
and wank him.  His natural curiosity was obvious, and was used by those who
wished to prey on him. Before long, he was touching them, exploring the
cocks of men two, three, four times his age. They introduced him to the
sensation of having a mouth around his hard and eager cock. Then they
initiated him into returning the favour.

He hated himself for what he was doing. In dirty toilets with damp floors
and unbearable smells, he would get on his knees and allow a man he didn't
know to put his cock in his mouth. Some warned him of the impending orgasm,
others did not. They came in his mouth, over his face, in his hair. When
they were satisfied they would button up and hurry away, leaving Nick
feeling abused, dirty and frustrated. He would go home and shower or bath
for hours, trying to remove the stench only he could smell, with a
combination of soap, disinfectant and merciless scrubbing. On a few
occasions he had been caught by a man whilst satisfying another. Both men
would impose their will on him, and it took all his skill and ability to
prevent either of them from the ultimate goal, penetration of his bum. He
hated they way he behaved. He hated what happened to him in toilets. He
hated sex with dirty old men. Yet, he went back repeatedly, like a sexual
alcoholic. There was a sense of power and strength in the way he could use
his body to cause men to want and desire him. If only he could make someone
love him too. Nicholas Tanfield was gay; but he hated that fact, hated
himself, and was terrified his disgusting secret would be discovered. He
sought a surrogate father figure. He longed for love: but he would never
find it until he could love himself.

As usual the coloured man from Peartree Cottage, jogged passed him as he
cycled to the next stop on his protracted round. His was the largest round,
and the most spread out, but it was also the best paid. He wondered about
that man each time he saw him, which was virtually every weekday
morning. Was he gay? Were both of them gay? He delivered The Gay Times to
their address so one of them must be. Did they do the things he did? At
least they looked nicer people than those he met in smelly toilets. The
coloured man was the sort of build he wished he was, and very fit too. He
had never seen even a picture of a naked coloured man, but, well you hear
stories about them. Are they really big like they say? What would it be
like to suck a really big black cock? What would it be like to be fucked
for the first time? Even the old guy was nice, and certainly generous. He
had been given a five-pound tip for the last two months, when he collected
the money on a Friday evening. Last Christmas he had found twenty pound in
an envelope with his name on it, stuck to the letterbox. How did they know
his name he had wondered? Occasionally he would look through The Gay
Times. It was not a porn magazine as he had expected. It had articles about
other gay men, about a gay life style, about how natural and normal it was
to be gay. It wasn't dirty, sordid, or perverted, so why did he feel that
way? As the guy he was fantasising about drew almost level with him, he
noticed the bulge in his fairly tight jogging bottoms. It was much bigger
than most he had noticed with other men. He felt himself blush at his
thoughts, and looked away quickly, before the guy noticed him looking. Time
to stop dreaming, and drop Dave Knights Sun off.

Mike gave more than a cursory look at the paperboy. He had noticed Freddie
looking at him of late. He knew Freddie had always had a thing about young
guys. He would have gone with much younger boys when they were abroad had
Mike fancied it, but Mike knew how big he was, and that little boys would
not be able to take what he had to give without much pain. Though he liked
to hear the guy he was fucking yell with pain and surprise, he was not into
abusing little kids. Still, he could see what Freddie liked in this lad. He
did have a really beautiful bum. It was small and pert, not a full round
bum, but one that was indented with a large dimple in each of the small bum
cheeks. A perfect shape for a hand to grip and part, ready for a rampant
cock to thrust home. The boy's face was neat and round and small, with a
near perfect cupid like mouth. Mike could almost imagine those lips being
spread wide as he fed his meat down a tight throat. He felt his cock rising
in his loose jogging bottoms. Although the lad was slim, he could see the
definition of his chest, and his small nipples through the tight light grey
T-shirt. He could also see a clearly defined bulge in the lad's shorts. He
was sure; no he couldn't be; yet, he did seem to be staring at Mike
crotch. He saw him blush, turn away, and then pedal off. An idea began to
form in his mind. Could he somehow attract this lad into the house for
Freddie? He would like to pay Freddie back for all he had done; and this
was one way Freddie would love. Now if the lad was gay it might just work?

Almost seven forty, the paperboy would soon arrive. Freddie watched the
lane from the bedroom window, binoculars in hand. This had been his
practice for some weeks now. He watched as Nick rode up the lane, focussing
his attention on the junction of legs, stomach and saddle. Now it was warm
Nick had been wearing shorts and often a fleeting glimpse up one of the
loose legs had increased Freddie blood pressure. As soon as the boy reached
the bend he would race downstairs and watch as he leapt off his bike and
walked up the path. There was a short period when Nicky was out of sight as
he thrust the paper through the letter-box, then Freddie could watch as he
walked back to his bike, that wonderful young pert bum, clearly visible in
great detail in his shorts. Then it was back to the bedroom and the
binoculars to watch him ride away, the narrow saddle forcing into his bum
cleft, as Freddie wished he was. It made his morning; and the routine was
repeated for the four-thirty delivery of the evening paper. He knew that if
the boy had been aware he was being watched he would be embarrassed, and
probably make sure there was little to see. A discretely placed paper-bag
could hide everything of interest from Freddie's intent gaze. Even worse,
the boy could change his round.

Nicky glanced up and saw the familiar flash of sun on lens at the upper
window. He smiled to himself; you would have thought somebody as clever as
Mr F Leason would know not to watch with binoculars into the sun. Surely,
he must have seen the old black and white cowboy films where the flash of
light gave someone away? Well if the old guy wanted to spy on him then he
would give him something to see. Not now, there was no time. Nor tonight
either, he wouldn't have the time after school to change, but tomorrow
morning: then he would give the chap an eyeful, something for him to wank
over. What did he have to spy on Nick for, when he had that coloured guy
living in the house with him? It didn't make sense, if they loved each
other, why did they need anybody else?

The paper delivered, Nicky rode away, deliberately bending more than usual
so his bum was raised higher for the old guy's gaze. He knew he must be
having an effect on Mr Leason, and he loved the sense of power it gave
him. He was teasing the guy, and he knew it; but then men had used him for
years, so why shouldn't he get his own back a bit.

The next morning Mike was surprised when he saw the paperboy. He must have
been running a bit late, as Mike was much closer to the village before he
met up with him. He was pushing his bike at this stage on his round as the
houses were close together; but it was his appearance that attracted Mike's
interest. Nick was wearing a white sleeveless vest of some shiny but near
transparent material. He could clearly see the slightly darker patch around
the boy's small nipples through the top. The tight vest showed off his form
very clearly, and as the straps across his shoulders were thin, Mike could
see more of the boy than he had ever seen before. The total absence of hair
on his chest was obvious even through the top, and as he raised his arms to
sort the papers Mike could not help but notice there was no hair showing
under his arms either. Experience had taught Mike that anyone with no hair
under their arms also had no hair on their bollocks. Something Mike
liked. He also mused that the boys bum must be hairless too: sweet thoughts
drifted through his mind. On that part of his anatomy, the boy wore
shorts. They were a pale blue colour, loose and quite short. They were cut
high on the outside of each leg, revealing smooth, yet firm, young
thighs. From the faint outline in the crutch area Mike was sure the lad was
wearing nothing beneath them. Oh why wasn't he riding his bike, that would
have given the opportunity of a view up the leg of the secret hidden
inside? He felt his cock engorge at the thoughts in his head, the thick
eight and three quarter inches thrusting and tenting his pants. Thankfully
the lad was in a hurry, and would not notice.

As he saw the coloured man approaching, Nicky knew he must have been
running late. He always met him further on in his round. He looked as
beautiful as usual. Why did black men glow like that, it was really great
skin? He looked at the man's face for a moment, but as their eyes locked he
quickly blushed and looked down. He felt embarrassed at being caught
looking, and his youthful six inches started rising in his shorts. As he
had nothing on underneath them, he felt even more embarrassed, which made
it worse as he got more erect. His averted glance accidentally fell on the
man's crutch area and Nick caught his breath. The front of the man's
jogging bottoms was bulging out. The cause was obvious, but to Nick almost
unbelievable. No human could have something that big in his pants, it was
massive and seemed so hard. His own felt insignificant in comparison, but
rose to the occasion even more. He was glad he was young, and got so hard
that his cock reached up against his stomach, if it had not done so it
would have been poking out of his shorts by now. He was bright red,
flustered and started rushing to get his papers delivered, and get past
this man

Mike saw the obvious embarrassment on the boy's face, and realised he HAD
seen his tented pants. He glanced down to see if the boy had reacted, and
was pleased to see the bulge in the shorts. He could clearly see the
outline of a small, but very hard cock, rising straight up in those shorts,
the tip touching the waistband. It was thin, a boy's cock, not a man's; but
a beautiful shape and very hard: a nice firm mouthful. He smiled to himself
as he saw the boy flustered and nervous. He knew Nick had seen his own
erection, and thought how the sight would make Freddie's day when he
reached Peartree Cottage.

Freddie was worried, the paper was nearly ten minutes late, where was Nick
this morning? At last he saw the boy in the distance and raised his
binoculars. He caught his breath. Nick was moving faster than usual,
probably because he was late. His legs pumped up and down, but Freddie's
eyes were glued to one area. The boy had an erection and as he pedalled, he
gave Freddie momentary glimpses of his balls and the base of the erect
cock. This was wonderful. In no time, he was at the gate and Freddie almost
fell downstairs in his haste. Now he could see the entire boy, and it was
wonderful. The tight vest showing a youthful but defined hairless chest
with small erect nipples. The shorts now tight against the hard organ,
which was doing all it could to force its way past the tight
waistband. What had prompted him to appear like this? Freddie's flaccid
penis stirred into life, aroused by the wonderful thoughts running through
his brain. Nick vanished from view and the paper thudded onto the mat.

Nick knew Freddie was behind the curtain watching. He had seen the
twitching drapes on many occasions. Now he could put his plan into
action. The clothes were only part of the teasing; the actions he had
planed would be the major tease.

He walked away from the door until he knew he was in full view again.  He
still felt excited from seeing that coloured guy's pants, and that made him
bolder than he had planed. He turned to the window behind which he knew Mr
F Leason was watching, slid his paper bag behind him and slowly but
deliberately rubbed his hand over his now throbbing cock. It felt good to
be teasing a fully-grown man, and it felt good to be rubbing his erect
organ. Maybe this was the reason he did it for longer than he had intended,
he had only meant it to be just a single rub. He realised what he was
doing, blushed and turned round. Now he put his second plan into action. He
knelt down, apparently tying the lace of a trainer, which did not appear to
be undone. The thin shorts pulled tight over his small bum, the seam
vanishing into the cleft. Then he raised himself, still tying the trainer,
until his was no longer knelt, but bending over with his tightly clad and
full revealed arse pointing straight at Mr Leason behind those curtains:
curtains which were now moving in a rhythmic rapid manner. Glancing behind
him to see the result his actions had caused, he stood up and walked to his
bike. Before mounting it, he once again, apparently adjusted the position
of his erect penis, taking some considerable time to get the position he
wanted. Then he mounted his bike; mounted being the right word. He did not
just sit on the saddle, but settled on it and slid up and down it a few
times, his mouth open, his head tilted up and back. Then he glanced at the
window, smiled, gave a quick wave, and cycled off down the lane. Freddie
exploded over the dark red drapes, and then slumped back into the nearest
chair in complete exhausted relief.

Freddie got no work done that day; he could not forget the events of the
morning. That boy had known he was being watched, and had deliberately
provoked him. Why? Was it an invitation or a tease? Was he metaphorically
sticking two fingers up at a couple of queers on his round, or showing
solidarity with them? He hadn't acted in that manner before; he had always
seemed such a nice lad, quiet and maybe reserved, but never rude. Was he
just letting Freddie know that he did not like being watched? Then there
was the hanging around the toilets. Freddie was certain Nick was gay, or at
least very gay curious and experimenting. Had he teased him deliberately,
to provoke a response. If so, it was rude and unkind. Yet, it was he,
Freddie, who had been spying on the lad for weeks. Fantasising about his
naked body: imagining the joy of exploring it totally, of thinking what a
wonderful birthday present he would make for his boyfriend. Freddie was
angry at being teased; and embarrassed at being caught out. Slowly he began
to form his own plan; a way to confirm whether the boy was teasing or
inviting; a way to please his wonderful lover; and a way to satisfy his own
pleasure at the same time. It would not be total entrapment, he would leave
the boy opportunities to refuse or escape, but he would make sure Nicky
would at least reveal his true nature, one way or the other.

The toilets in the park by Bath Lane were well known as a cruising
cottage. It was also well known that being near the college it was a good
place for the younger element. Lads from the college could be found there
now and then. The holes in the cubicle walls offering the anonymity coupled
with the relief they wanted. Being in a park there was always the chance of
a younger kid, and it was there that Freddie had seen Nicky hanging
about. Freddie did not go to the toilets for sex. He didn't go to the park
to cruise. The park was quiet and bordered the small river that flowed
through the edge of the town on its way to the sea. It was a perfect place
for a writer to sit and think. The peace and beauty were conducive to
creative thought. That was, and always had been, Freddie's reason for
visiting the park. He had never picked anybody up there and had never had
any sexual encounters. He was faithful to Michael. This was to be his
battleground with Nicky. This was where he would he would discover the boys
true nature, and just maybe get Michael his birthday present. In some ways,
his plan disgusted Freddie. He did not like putting pressure on people,
especially young kids who might already feel under pressure from their own
sexuality. He could still remember the doubts and fears he felt at that
age. However, he had to know, he had to check the boy out, he had to
satisfy his lustful curiosity. He didn't have much time. Michael's birthday
was the next Saturday so he had to act quickly. It had always been a
Wednesday afternoon that he had seen Nicky in the park and so here he was;
waiting. He had checked the toilets out: the holes were still there, and,
at the moment, there was nobody in either cubicle. He waited, seated so
that he could observe but not be seen. Men came and went and he mentally
kept count. Some stayed for just a few moments, some for much longer. He
could imagine what was happening in the dark and damp cubicles. A lad about
eighteen came alone, but left with a guy around forty, driving off in his
sports car to somewhere quieter, or maybe his home. Freddie watched and
waited.

It was around two-thirty when Nicky arrived. Obviously, he had left school
sometime after lunch. Still the kids doing their exams were on study leave
now so he probably wasn't bunking off school. He watched as Nicky went into
the toilets and then followed. If his reckoning was correct there was
nobody else in the act the moment, so the timing was perfect. The toilets
were damp, and there was a smell of urine in the air. The floor was damp,
wet in places, and one of the cisterns was filling continuously, making it
difficult to hear everything that was going on. The door of the far cubicle
was shut. As Nicky was not visible, he had to be in there. Freddie entered
the other cubicle, ensuring his face could not be seen. There were two
holes in the dividing wall. One was not much bigger than a pencil: the
other was over two inches in diameter, but was covered with a piece of
toilet tissue. Freddie was pleased, his earlier arrangements had either not
been tampered with, or had been restored after use. He looked through the
small hole and was greeted with a beautiful sight. Nicky was standing, and
rubbing his rock hard cock as he read the stories and adverts on the
walls. The hole was at the perfect height to see the boy's masturbation,
and Freddie felt his own organ rise rapidly in appreciation of the
sight. Keeping his eye at the hole, Freddie coughed and shuffled his feet
so that Nicky had to hear and realise somebody was in the next cubicle. As
he expected a youthful eye appeared at the other end of the narrow spy
tube, and then quickly vanished. However, Nicky continued to play with his
mouth-watering cock pointing it directly at the hole. Freddie drew his
notepad from his pocket and tore of the first of his pre-written notes.

"Why do it yourself? Put it through the hole and let me do it for you"

He slipped the note under the edge of the tissue over the large hole, and
felt it being taken from his fingers. There was a pause, but Freddie was
eventually rewarded by the sight of that youthful, hard prick sliding
through the large hole, pushing the tissue aside. Freddie gently touched
the object of his lust. It felt so hard, almost like pure bone. He moved
the foreskin up and down as he studied it. It was a boy's cock. It was
virtually parallel, the head the same size as the shaft. It was also shiny,
there was a lustre about the taught youthful skin not found on a man's
cock. Freddie heard Nicky catch his breath as he started to play with the
boy's organ. Not knowing how long Nicky had been playing with himself, nor
how close he was to orgasm, Freddie had to be careful. After just a few
strokes he leant his head forward and took the boy's weapon into his mouth,
swallowing all the length that protruded through the wall. He heard the
gasp and groan from Nicky as he did so.  He rolled his tongue round the
head and applied gentle suction. He felt Nicky thrust to get more through
the hole. He pulled back, and tongued the slit, and massaged the underside
of the head with his tongue. Nicky was groaning with the sensation.
Freddie slid his lips up and down the shaft, maintaining suction and
working his tongue into all the places he knew would produce
pleasure. Before long he tasted the sweetness of youthful pre-cum oozing
from the tip. After a couple more strokes he withdrew his mouth from
Nicky. The rampant cock remained there for a moment and was then
withdrawn. Now for part two of the plan: would that work as well. Freddie
stood up and pushed his much thicker cock through the hole. It was a
tighter fit than Nicky's had been. He felt a soft touch as young fingers
grasped his organ.

The sensation was exquisite and Freddie pushed as much as he could through
the hole. The young fingers worked on his engorged cock sending waves of
pleasure through his body. He felt a thumb rub across the tip of the
head. The hand was withdrawn and he felt warm breath breeze across the
cock. No it couldn't be, he wouldn't. Yes he was! Soft lips touched the
head and pushed over the bulge. The mouth was small, so small it felt more
like it was being thrust into a willing arse than a mouth. With a jerk the
lips passed the base of the weapon and slid suddenly down the shaft. He
heard a gagging sound as the boy's throat was filled with flesh. Freddie
was big and Nicky's mouth was small. Despite the cramped conditions, Nicky
did his best to use his tongue to please Freddie. The sensations were
indescribable and Freddie longed for release, but that was not part of the
plan. Whilst moaning with the pleasure he fumbled for the next note,
delaying posting it through the hole for as long as he dare.

"It would be much safer and cleaner at my place Nicky. Why not stop at
Peartree Cottage one morning or evening and see. After all, you never know
who might find out what you do here. You should be more careful. Signed
Freddie Leeson"

Freddie withdrew his now throbbing, and near exploding, organ from the
boy's tight mouth with difficulty and pulled back through the hole. He slid
the note through and felt it being taken. He quickly buttoned up his fly,
anticipating the reaction that would follow.

He heard the cry of shock, and felt for the boy as he realised the
situation. He heard the rapid movement of clothing and silently opened his
cubicle door. When Nicky opened his door, he ran straight into Mr Leeson!

"Slow down Nicky, slow down. I'm not going to hurt you. Let's go outside
and sit down and talk"

Nicky looked totally crushed. Freddie felt sorry for the boy. Gone was the
cocky attitude he shown that morning. Now he was a frightened little kid
who had been caught out. His worst nightmare had come true. Freddie led him
to a quiet seat, well away from any paths or people.

"Nicky I won't tell anyone about today. If I did then I could go to prison
couldn't I? I have seen you hanging around these toilets before when I have
been sitting on this very seat thinking about my book and trying for
inspiration. I guessed you must be gay curious at least. It is very
dangerous to hang round public loos. The type of men you get here are not
very nice. Most of them are probably married and only want to use your
young body, and there are others might, well, force their attentions on
your. Your not a big kid, you couldn't defend yourself. I'm sorry I have
been spying on you when you delivered to the house. It was wrong, and I'm
sorry. But you must realise how beautiful you are, and how you can stir the
blood of gay men. What you did the other morning nearly blew my mind I can
tell you."

Nicky's mind was in a whirl. He didn't know what to think or say. He had
been caught doing 'things' by somebody who knew him. They could tell his
Mum, or spread it round the village. But the guy was telling him he was
beautiful and that he needn't worry. He could also still feel the sensation
when this man sucked him. Nobody had ever sucked him like that. It was like
the guy really wanted to give him pleasure: it had been neat, fantastic,
mind blowing.

"It's not good for a boy like you to be doing things in toilets. It isn't
clean and I doubt you end up feeling satisfied. I can remember how dirty I
felt at your age when I did the same. It wasn't what I wanted, and I felt
disgusted with myself for doing it; but I did it again and again."

Nicky realised that this man knew how he felt. He was not the only one who
had done these disgusting things. He was not the only one who had felt
dirty and abused afterwards. He was not the only one who hated what they
did, but couldn't stop. He wasn't alone.

"I know I'm a lot older than you son, probably four times your age, but if;
and only if; you want to find out about being gay and all that it involves,
I can teach you, and would like to. Don't get me wrong, it's not a totally
philanthropic offer: I would get pleasure from it as well of
course. However, you would be safe from men who would abuse you. You would
be in a safe and clean place; and you would not run the risk of being
caught out again, beaten up, getting a disease, or even raped."

Freddie mentally squirmed as he said the last word, knowing the plan he had
for the birthday. Nicky sat silent and still. He was in shock, and was
terrified of the situation. His mind was a total confusion. Whilst fear was
the strongest element in his head, he could still feel the intense pleasure
he had felt when his prick was buried in this man's mouth. He still
couldn't comprehend the size of Freddie's cock, almost too big for his
mouth. Fear, pleasure, excitement, doubt all wracked his brain: he didn't
know how to respond.

"Look, let me take you home, or at least drop you near your home. Have a
think about what I have said. If you want to take me up on the offer then
you can always stop for a while when you deliver the paper. I know you
don't have much time in the morning but you do in the evening, and Michael
doesn't get in until five thirty: unless of course you want to have fun
with Michael as well"

Thoughts of the huge bulge he had seen in the coloured man's pants flooded
Nicky's head, but he said nothing.

"Come on son. Let's go home, and you have a think about what I've
said. This place is very risky for the sort of experimentation and learning
you are trying"

Freddie guided Nicky to his car. The journey home was silent. He dropped
the boy on the outskirts of the village.

"Think over what I said Nicky. There is no pressure and if you decided not
to accept the offer then I will say nothing about today, nor anything
else. The choice is yours, but if you insist on going to public toilets
please please take care"

With those remarks, Freddie watched Nicky slip from his car and walk
away. Whether the right seeds had been planted, he didn't know. Even if the
boy didn't call at the house; if he kept away from those toilets it would
be something.

Nicky couldn't sleep that night. He lay in his bed; pictures of Steven
Gately, Prince William and Michael Owen stared at him as he lay there,
naked and in mental turmoil. Of course he couldn't do anything with Freddie
Leeson, no way. I mean he lived in the village, other people must know
about them being gay, just too risky. But it would be much better than in
toilets, clean and safe, and although he was much older, he was an ok
guy. Even his orgasm, as he brought himself off thinking about the
sensation that afternoon in the toilet, didn't bring sleep. What time he
eventually dropped off he didn't know, but he was very tired the next
morning.

He averted his eyes when he saw Michael the next morning. What if Freddie
had told him? He hurried passed. Michael was puzzled at the boy's
behaviour, he was normally so predictable. Freddie had been strange last
night too. A pang of jealousy shocked through his body. If this boy and
Freddie were up to something, it would be too much to handle. How could
Freddie do this to him, after all these years, just before his birthday
too? He angrily increased from a jog to a full run, forcing his anger into
activity.

Freddie was not surprised at the speed with which Nicky delivered the paper
and vanished again. A combination of fear, embarrassment, confusion and
doubt was bound to make him act that way. He probably didn't sleep well, as
Freddie hadn't, and was tired too. The crunch would be the evening
delivery.

School passed in a blur of poor concentration, under achievement and
bollockings. His teachers could not understand the behaviour from a
normally eager and intelligent student. Eventually it was home time, and
the evening round. Each paper dropped through the correct door as usual,
but Nicky had little recollection of the delivery. He was running on auto
pilot, his thoughts focussed on just one address, his last delivery. Slowly
but inevitably, that delivery drew nearer and nearer: he wasn't going in
that house, but how could he even face the man again. He was cycling along
the last part of Green Lane towards Peartree Cottage: he was leaning his
bike against the hedge: he was walking up the path.

It was four-thirty, and Freddie had observed the boy's approach as usual;
but with far more anticipation than before. How would he react? Suppose he
decided to tell somebody about yesterday, how could he face Mike if that
came out? It was unlikely the boy would take him up on the offer, but if he
did what should he do? The most sensible course of action would be polite
but firm refusal, the risk was far too great. But what about the present
idea for Michael?

He heard the steps on the gravel path.  His heart seemed still. The
letterbox opened and the paper dropped onto the mat. There was the familiar
sound of retreating footsteps on the gravel. Freddie breathed again. Then
the doorbell rang!

Nicky was looking at his shuffling feet when Freddie opened the door.

"Come in Nicky, please"

The boy walked in still refusing to make eye contact. He was blushing, and
that only seemed to make him look more attractive and vulnerable. Freddie
guided him into the rear lounge, a hand on the boy's slim shoulder. He
could feel the warm youthful heat through the thin top: the firm young
flesh under his fingers.

"This is a better room. Nobody can see into this room and the view is
magnificent and calming"

"Look I don't know why I'm here, maybe I should go, I'm sorry I don't know
what got into me, I ........"

Nicky's voice trailed off as Freddie rested his hand between the boy's
thighs, gently touching the neat bulge in his pants. He was rewarded by the
stirrings he felt at his touch, and the sight of the boy's head going back
in pleasure.

"You came for some fun, some pleasure, in a safe place with somebody who
won't hurt or abuse you. I promise you will enjoy everything that happens
today, and you won't have to do anything, well except take your trainers
off"

"What?"

"Take your trainers off Nicky, I find laces a problem"

The boy, looking confused, undid and removed his trainers. He wore no
socks, and his feet were neat and small.

"The rest I can manage"

"What?"

Freddie did not reply, but slowly slid the boy's top over his head and
shoulders. Although he had seen his chest and back many times through the
binoculars, he still marvelled at the sight. He could trace the faint
outline of each muscle, barely visible but there. The boy had small
nipples, almost baby's nipples, and the surrounding area was more dark pink
than brown. There was no trace of body hair anywhere on his chest or under
his arms. The skin was a golden tan that almost glistened. He was that
perfect form, not quite a child, but not yet a full adolescent.

Freddie undid the boy's belt, surprised at the small waist it was wrapped
around. He could sense the boy's embarrassment as he did so.

"Have you ever been naked with another male before?"

"No, well not since I was little, before Dad died"

"Well don't be embarrassed, believe me you have nothing to be ashamed of."

The belt undone, the fly followed; then Freddie knelt, and slipped the
jeans down starting to remove them over the boy's feet. He felt the boy put
his hand on Freddie's head for balance as he did so, and was touched by the
gesture of trust it seemed to imply. He now gazed at the white CK's that
still held the prize from his view.  They were small, but the bulge in the
front was not. The battle between tight white cotton and firm young flesh
was obvious. The taught material would not allow the swelling organ to rise
as it wanted, and so a compromise was achieved. The boy's cock stood almost
horizontal, forcing the white pants as far as they could stretch. Freddie
touched the rigid pole; the boy moaned. He leant forward and sucked it
through the material; the boy groaned and pushed into his face. Freddie
knew he had won.

He slipped the pants down and over the boy's feet, then he took hold of the
object of his desire; delighting in seeing the tight foreskin move back and
forth over the head. The boy caught his breath and reached for his own
organ, Freddie brushed his hand away.

"I told you, there is nothing for you to do, I will do it all and you will
enjoy every minute I promise"

He took the boy's cock in his mouth and was rewarded by a gasp of
pleasure. It felt so hard in his mouth; it was more like bone than flesh it
was so hard. Released from all restraint it was now pushing against the
roof of Freddie's mouth in an attempt to rise to its normal upright
position. Freddie played his tongue round the head and tip, sending waves
of sensations thought the boy's body. He slid his mouth to the base,
burying his face in the tiny patch of blonde hair that crowned Nicky's
prick, spilling round the side to some extent. Freddie held the boy's balls
in his hand. The sac was totally smooth and hairless, but drawn up tight
against the young body. Already he could taste the sweetness of pubescent
pre-cum in his mouth. He ran his mouth up and down the boy's organ several
times, maintaining suction all the time. The boy moaned and groaned with
pleasure. Freddie withdrew his mouth from the boy.

"Turn round Nicky"

"No, none of that, I've never done that, no"

"I'm not going to fuck you, I'll stay on my knees, please just turn round"

Reluctantly the boy rotated and Freddie was rewarded with the sight of his
young arse. It was small. It was firm. It was beautiful. Michael would love
it. Each bum cheek was not much bigger than one of Freddie's hands. Each
bum cheek had a large indented dimple. As he touched the boy, he felt the
muscles tighten. It was a very firm virgin bum. When this boy clamped onto
your cock, you would know all about it. Freddie inclined his head to get
his mouth between the cheeks. The boy relaxed as he felt warm moist breath
on his bum. Freddie reached out with his tongue and tried to part those
cheeks to get to the bud between them. Again the boy tensed but Freddie
persevered and the boy relaxed, allowing his bum cheeks to part
slightly. Freddie reached further with his tongue. At last the tip of
Freddie's tongue touched the door to heaven that was between those
beautiful cheeks. The boy gasped and bent slightly forward. Now access was
easier and the tip of Freddie's tongue probed the boys tight ring.

"Oh wow!"

The boy bent more and Freddie forced his tongue into the tight ring of
muscle, holding those cheeks apart to get easier access. The boy bent over
almost double. Freddie entered heaven.

"Oh jesus, wow, oh christ yeah!"

It was obvious Nicky enjoyed the sensation as Freddie tongue entered his
tight virgin arse. Freddie got as much as he could into the boy, but the
tightness of the ring of muscle made this difficult. He felt the boy reach
for his cock and stayed his hand.

"No Nicky, not yet, let me do that for you" ('You'll enjoy being fucked
when you are used to it I can tell', thought Freddie)

He worked on the boy's bum for a while longer, feeling the lad force
himself against Freddie to get more penetration, and then he withdrew and
spun the boy round. Nicky was now leaking and dripping pre-cum, Freddie
took him in his mouth.

He felt Nicky's hands on his head and the boy started to thrust. Freddie
knew the battle was won and sucked the rigid organ as the boy thrust. It
was over in no time. The boy yelled and froze, it was almost a scream, and
Freddie felt the first two violent splashes in his mouth. It was thick and
sweet tasting. The boy withdrew slightly and thrust again. Two more loads
hit Freddie's throat. The boy did this twice more until Freddie's mouth
seemed full to overflowing. Then Nicky collapsed onto the floor!  Freddie
was surprised, and worried by this turn of events, but the boy was lying,
mouth open, breathing deeply, and in obvious ecstasy. It was total
satisfaction.

After a few moments Nicky rose onto his knees and reached for Freddie's
fly. Every fibre of his being was screaming for relief now, but somehow
Freddie resisted.

"No Nicky, I said you would have to do nothing tonight and I meant it. I
wanted YOU to get pleasure for a change. I bet you have always given
pleasure but received very little in return. Dress that beautiful body of
yours and go home. If you still feel the same way tomorrow, then ring the
bell again when you deliver the paper and then we can maybe satisfy each
other. Don't get me wrong, there is a strong desire to throw you on that
settee and ravish you right now I can tell you, but I won't. You are so
beautiful, young but sensuous, innocent yet seductive, somewhere between a
boy and a man. Michelangelo would have loved you. But you must go or
someone will wonder why it has taken you so much longer for your round
tonight. If you do decide to come in tomorrow hide your bike behind the
hedge so it can't be seen from the road, just in case, don't want any
gossip seeing it do you."

Nicky dressed and they walked to the door. As they neared the exit Freddie
caught the boy by the shoulder and turned him round.

"Thank you Nicky for that, it was just perfect, as you are"

Freddie leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's cheek. Nicky
turned towards the door to leave, then turned again and kissed Freddie's
cheek in return.

"Thanks Mr Leeson"

'I think I've got you, at least for tomorrow anyway' thought Freddie.

Michael was surprised to see the boy as he jogged home. He wasn't normally
around that late. He avoided eye contact again, probably still embarrassed
over the other day. Michael smiled to himself and continued his journey
back home to his lover.

He was surprised to find Freddie had hardly started on the evening meal. He
looked flustered and flushed as well. Accepting the excuse of a busy day
and the heat, Michael went into the back room and flung himself on the
sofa. Just a few minutes and then he would shower as usual. There was a
faint smell in the air. Michael knew that smell; he had smelt it many, many
times. It was the smell of sex. His mind went into overdrive. Freddie's
appearance and the late meal: that boy late finishing his round: the smell
in the air. Freddie had done it with that paperboy.

"Had any visitors Freddie?"

"No, nobody called, well except for milkman and that sort of thing, why?"

"Just wondered about your day. Is the evening paper here?"

"It's on the table by the tv"

"He was late delivering it today, wasn't he?"

"What do you mean?"

Freddie emerged from the kitchen and came into the sitting room.

"Just I saw him on his way back to the shop as I came home. I don't
normally see him so he must have been late today"

"Oh. Yes, well he was late I suppose, I never thought"

Michael moved over and gently took hold of Freddie's cock through his faded
trousers.

"Fancy something before dinner, maybe a joint shower?"

Freddie blushed and moved away.

"Not now Mike, I'm behind with the meal. You go and get showered and let me
catch up or we'll be eating at midnight"

'He's had sex with the paperboy, that's the reason. I'll teach him, and
that randy little kid' thoughts of revenge filtered through Michael's brain
as he showered.

The evening passed in almost silence, the atmosphere was frosty. Eventually
Michael excused himself on the grounds of being tired, and went to bed. He
lay there scheming and plotting, but no great plan formed in his
head. Revenge wasn't his style: he didn't have that sort of nature. Anyway
it was him who had been the cheating one, not Freddie. There had been many
times he had strayed into strange fields, and partaken of greener grass (as
he saw it at the time). Freddie had always been loyal to him, of that he
felt confident. It was the first time Freddie had wandered, and that
paperboy was cute; given the chance he might have had the boy himself. He
eventually relieved himself with thoughts of having Nicky, and slipped into
sleep.

Freddie sat up worrying. Had Michael guessed? Was he jealous now? What
would he do if Nicky told of what had happened? Would the boy ring the
doorbell again tomorrow? Should he back out now? These worries and fears he
tried to balance against the pleasure he knew Michael would get if his plan
worked. He loved Michael, he always had. He felt bad about deceiving him
like this. He also felt uncomfortable over the pleasure he had felt as he
sucked Nicky and felt his come. That he had not intended. He was doing this
for Michael, not to pleasure himself, but hell the kid was nice. Various
programmes came and went on the un-watched television as Freddie wrestle
with his feelings. Around midnight the gentle sound of Michael quietly
snoring reminded Freddie of where he should be, and he climbed in beside
his sleeping lover, and fell asleep with his arm round Michael.

Nicky tossed and turned all night. What had he done? If it got out how
could he face people? Why had he rung that bell? Why had he gone to that
bog in the park? What if he told the coloured guy about it? How could he
even look at the coloured guy now? He was worried, scared, confused. His
problem was that he had enjoyed the experience. For the first time ever a
man had made him cum and wanted nothing in return. Someone had given him
pleasure and not wanted anything for it. That, alone, confused him. Before
men only wanted to take pleasure from him, never give it to him. The number
of times men had shot their load and then zipped up and gone, leaving him
still hard and frustrated, he couldn't remember. But he could remember how
dirty and abused it made him feel. This man had wanted nothing. The
sensation as he shot into the man's mouth was almost overload. He got hard
again just thinking about it, remembering. Of course, he wouldn't go back
again. Well he had to go to the house to deliver the paper, but he wouldn't
go inside again. He couldn't do that sort of thing again with somebody who
knew him. Still it was such a great feeling when it happened. He would
always remember that. The memory of the feeling flooded through him as he
played with his solid cock. He tasted his own pre-cum, as Freddie had
suggested. It was very sweet. Once again he orgasmed, remembering the
sensation of being sexually pleasured by a man who wanted nothing in
return. He tasted his own cum. It was much sweeter than he had tasted
before. A young guy's cum DID taste different; just as Freddie said it
did. He cleaned up, and fell into a contented sleep.

Nicky rushed his round the next morning, refusing to meet the look of the
coloured guy when they met as usual; although he was sure the guy said
'Good Morning Nicky'. Did he know? He looked back at him after they had
passed and then blushed and looked way as the guy turned round and
smiled. Had he seen him looking, or had he looked away in time? He rode
right up to the door of Peartree Cottage and shot the paper through the
letterbox like a projectile, cycling away as fast as he could. Freddie,
from his position behind the curtains, was surprised at the boys' haste,
and doubtful about a return visit that evening. The boy was obviously
embarrassed, and it was likely he that would not ring after all. Freddie
would have to think of another present for his lover's birthday.

"Who the hell can that be at this time of the afternoon?"

Freddie was annoyed at being interrupted as he prepared in case the boy did
call. He would be here in about twenty minutes. The last thing he wanted
was to be disturbed, or have somebody here when he arrived. He tore open
the door in his anger, and was surprised to see Nicky standing there
looking down at his shuffling feet.

"Hello Nicky, you're earlier than I expected"

"I'm sorry. I'll go"

"No, no, come in, please. I just didn't expect you at this time."

"I started earlier than usual today"

"Come on through to the back sitting room Nicky. I'm so glad you did decide
to come back. I really did enjoy yesterday, and I really don't want you
hanging around toilets"

Nicky was eased into the back room by Freddie's hand in the small of his
back. Freddie could feel the warm young flesh through the thin top. He felt
less resistance to the move than he had the previous day. Freddie felt the
stirring in his groin.

Nicky slipped his trainers and top off as Freddie partly drew the curtains.

"I know we can't be seen, but the sun is very bright today so I'll partly
close the curtains to keep some of the light out"

Freddie was surprised to see Nicky had partly stripped when he turned
round. Although the boy was blushing, the bulge in his thin jeans betrayed
his real feelings. Freddie came over and ran his hands over the boy's
chest. Nicky sighed with the sensation. Freddie slid his hand down to the
tented jeans and held the young rod of solid flesh. Nicky groaned. Freddie
slipped his thumbs into the waistband of the jeans, catching the boy's
briefs at the same time. He dropped to his knees, taking the jeans and
pants to the boy's ankles in one swift movement. The boy's cock jumped from
the clothing and slapped against his belly, bouncing once, then remaining
hard against the boy's stomach. Freddie could remember when his would do
that, now it remained at the horizontal position. Even Michael only managed
forty-five degrees now. He moved it away from the boy's stomach with his
fingers, and then gently took it in his mouth. Nicky gasped, and rested his
hands on Freddie's head. Freddie sucked it for a while, then withdrew it
from his lips.

"Tonight I think we should pleasure each other at the same time Nicky"

Freddie kicked off his slip-ons and undid his shirt. He was somewhat
surprised to feel Nicky's fingers undoing his belt and trousers. They fell
to the ground and Freddie stepped out of them. He looked at the naked boy
in front of him and wondered at his youthful beauty. Nicky was staring at
Freddie pants. He slowly, as though embarrassed, took hold of the well
filled pants and slid them down, freeing Freddie's rampant cock, which
sprang up and jutted straight at the startled boy"

"Bloody hell it's big, it's huge!"

"You think so Nicky? Well Michael is bigger than me"

The boy took it in his hand. The sensation was exquisite. The young fingers
were warm and gentle as they felt his cock. Nicky pulled the skin right
back and exposed the purple head in all its glory. He ran the skin up and
down a few times, not taking his eyes off it. Then he leant forward and
slipped his lips over the head. Freddie gasped with pleasure. He felt again
the tightness of the boy's small mouth as he forced it to open wide enough
to take the head of Freddie's cock. Freddie applied gentle but firm
pressure, and was rewarded as it suddenly slipped in over the boy's
lips. Nicky gave a gentle moan and held the organ as he sucked on
it. Slowly Freddie fed him more and more of its length until most of the
eight and a half inches were buried in the boy's mouth and throat. Freddie
was in heaven, and moved in and out of the boy. He wasn't so much being
sucked, as fucking the boy's tight mouth. If his mouth was this tight, what
must his young bum be like! Freddie allowed this to continue, noticing the
kid playing with himself as he sucked the huge prick. He judged the moment,
and withdrew his cock, making a popping sound as he pulled the head back
past the tight lips. Nicky looked disappointed.

"It's all right, I'm not quite ready yet, there are a few things more I
want you to feel. Turn around"

"Not that, I'm not ready for that Mr Leeson"

"No, I want to do what I did yesterday with my tongue. Would you like me
too?"

"Oh yeah, yes please"

Nicky bent over to give Freddie access to his bum.

Freddie gazed at the tiny bum before him, stretched as the boy bent
over. He could have got a bum cheek in each hand, with nothing left over;
it was that small. The large dimples in each cheek made perfect holds to
pull the cheeks apart. The skin was smooth and silky, with no trace of any
hair growth yet. The centre of perfection was tight and pink, puckered
closed against intrusion. Every fibre in Freddie's body wanted him to
plunge his prick into that waiting orifice, but he fought the desire and
used his tongue instead. Nicky moaned, groaned and wriggled with
pleasure. He pushed against Freddie as if to get more of Freddie's tongue
in his tight hole. Freddie played with the boy's cock at the same
time. Judging Nicky was nearing orgasm he stopped his administrations and
raised the boy to a standing position again.

"I'm going to lie on the floor Nicky and I want you to position yourself
over me"

"No I don't to do want that I've never done it, and I'm not ready"

"No you silly boy, get on your hands and knees with your cock over my head
and your mouth over my cock. It's called the 'sixty-nine' position, and we
can suck each other at the same time then"

Nicky did as Freddie asked, and Freddie took the boy in his mouth again;
tasting his sweet pre-cum as he did.  He felt the boy's lips over his own
cock and gave a push upwards, forcing the head of his over-excited organ
into the boy's mouth. Nicky fell forward slightly and took the whole length
in one sudden movement, gagging at the unexpected invasion. Then he started
to suck Freddie's cock slowly and deeply, sending waves of pleasure through
the man's body. Freddie returned the compliment.

Because the boy was small and slim, Freddie could see his bum hole as he
sucked the boy's cock. He moved and touched it with his finger as he
sucked. He was rewarded by the sound of Nicky moaning with pleasure as he
did. He continued his dual administrations as the boy sucked him as deep as
he could into his small mouth. Freddie could feel the sensation
rising. Having been denied his usual relief with Michael the previous
night, he knew it would not take long. He could also hear Nicky's breathing
getting faster as he gurgled on the man's huge prick. He pushed against the
boy's bum entrance and felt it give just a fraction. He could imagine the
sight of Michael buried in this boy's bum. The thought excited him even
more. Nicky's cock was jerking in his mouth. Any moment it would explode,
as it had the previous night. Freddie himself was leaking pre-cum in
gallons, or so it felt. Nicky gave a stifled cry, and Freddie felt the
first spurt in his throat. The sweet youthful liquid triggered his own
explosion, and he raised his hips to force more into the boy's mouth as he
fired his first massive spurt deep in the boy's throat. Nicky gagged and
choked but then shot again himself. Freddie withdrew slightly, then forced
his entire length deep into the boy's mouth and shot again. The two males
alternately fired their spunk into the other's throat until they were both
totally spent. Freddie could cope with the liquid, but Nicky was dribbling
from the corners of his mouth. Both remained unmoving for a moment that
seemed like eternity. Nicky pulled himself out of, and off Freddie. Freddie
moved quickly and kissed Nicky full on the mouth, exchanging semen with the
boy so they both tasted their own.

"God Nicky that was so good, thank you. I hope you enjoyed it"

"Oh yes Mr Leeson, yes. Can we do it again, tomorrow"

"Michael his home tomorrow Nicky"

"Oh"

The boy looked dejected.

"Look, it's Michael's birthday tomorrow. How about you let him do what I do
to your bum, as we sixty-nine again. He might want you to suck him too if
that's ok. If you don't want to get involved with him then that's fine, and
I do understand; but you will have to wait until Monday then"

Nicky wrestled with his feelings. He wanted to be sucked again, right now
actually. He could feel himself stiffening already. He had done things with
two men before in toilets, but ended up fighting to keep his bum
safe. Still to have a tongue in his bum when he was being sucked would be
so cool, and the coloured guy did have a great looking body, and cock.

"The thing is Nicky, Michael is my lover, and has been my lover for fifteen
years. This is the first time in all those years I have been unfaithful to
him. We have done threesomes before, but I have never cheated on him like I
have with you. I feel guilty I have done it, but you are so beautiful. Part
of me wants to put you in a glass case, and just admire you beautiful body;
the other part wants to tie you down and ravish you for hours. There should
be a law against the feelings you give me I'm sure. The decision is your. I
wont force you to do anything, or stop seeing you if you say no. It would
be a nice birthday present for Michael, and I think you would enjoy being
sucked and rimmed at the same time. It would also mean I wouldn't feel
guilty anymore. However you might have to suck Michael and you might not
want that, so you have to decide. The choice is yours. If you say yes then
you can call round tomorrow, otherwise it will have to be when you deliver
the paper on Monday"

Nicky's cock was still rising, and that was doing as much thinking as his
brain. That coloured guy was nice, and he loved the feeling he got when Mr
Leeson put his tongue in his bum. If he was being sucked at the same time,
well!!!!!

"Ok what's his name can join in"

"His name is Michael, and I'm sure you won't forget tomorrow Nicky. Your
usually earlier on Saturday with the evening paper so lets say four 'o'
clock shall we? Now you had better get dressed and go before you are
missed. You were late yesterday"

Nicky dressed and got ready to leave. He walked towards the door, and then
paused.

"Thanks Mr Leeson, thanks for this afternoon. I'll see you tomorrow"

Nicky kissed Freddie, turned, opened the door and walked to his bike. As he
cycled away he turned and waved at Freddie: at a man who seemed to like him
for himself: a man who was happy to give sexually as much as he took. He
stopped waving, turned to look where he was going, and ran into the
coloured guy!

"Look where you're going for Christ's sake kid!"

"I'm sorry"

"You should concentrate on what you are doing, and not what you have just
done"

There was a touch of venom in that statement that chilled Nicky. Had the
guy guessed what was happening?

"Look I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you"

"No you didn't, more because I was paying attention to you, than you
looking where you were going. Believe me kid, you hurt me and I'll hurt you
back. Now sod off, and watch where you're going."

"I'm sorry"

Nicky pedalled off furiously, and Michael strode towards the cottage, his
usual jog now over. He was angry. Angry that Freddie could be doing things
behind his back, and with an under-age kid too. Angry that he had lost his
temper with that boy like he had, it wasn't his fault. Angry at the
feelings he had, feelings of revenge. Angry that he could feel jealous when
he had wanted to give the boy to Freddie anyway.

Freddie was doing up the last button on his shirt when Michael slammed in.

"Good afternoon, had a good time?

"Yes I have Mike, and it was for you so don't go getting all sulky"

"Oh yes, for me, I believe that. You must have hated ever minute of it"

"I don't know what you are talking about; but I want you to do something
for me tomorrow. Your present will arrive here at four 'o' clock and I want
you out of the way then. Hide in the bedroom or go down the garden or
anything, just be out of the way. At quarter past four, you can come in and
your present will be unwrapped and ready for you, in the back sitting
room. Please will you promise me that, please?"

"Well, ok, but only because I'm puzzled by it all. Now what have you and
that paper boy been doing?"

"Nothing you need to know about tonight, and nothing you haven't done many,
many time I'm sure. I'm not ashamed of what I've done, and I did it for you
so leave it out until after your birthday, please"

Once more the frosty atmosphere pervaded the evening, and little was
said. Michael again went to bed early, but Freddie was not concerned, his
present for his lover would be one he would never forget, as would Nicky!"

Freddie gave Mike breakfast in bed, and they cuddled each other as Mike
opened his cards, and the few presents from friends. Then Freddie showered
and dressed, before starting on the household chores so the cottage was
clean and tidy for the evening. Mike eventually got up and showered, then
announced he was going for a swim.

"I might have lunch at the gym or the pub. If I'm going to the pub, you
want to join me? I'll phone and let you know what I'm doing"

"Yes, ok, that'll be nice. Some of the crowd should be there as it's
Saturday, but no getting drunk. Don't want this evening spoilt"

"All right Freddie, all right; I'll call you when I'm getting dressed"

"You used to call me when you were getting undressed"

Mike laughed and, kissing his lover goodbye, left for the gym. Freddie got
on with the domestic tasks in hand.

It had been a good lunchtime. Quite a few of the gang were at the pub. Some
of them had known Freddie and Michael for many years and the drinks flowed
freely. Neither Freddie, nor Michael, were drunk, but Freddie knew his
lover had drunk more than he should have in the circumstances. Michael was
sleeping it off as Freddie cleaned up the back sitting room.

At three-fifty, the doorbell rang, and Freddie found Nicky waiting when he
opened the door. The boy still looked embarrassed; and was, once again,
looking down and shuffling his feet. Freddie, without thinking, kissed him
before letting him into the house. Nicky went scarlet, fearing somebody
might see; but felt good that a man would do that to him at the same
time. They went through to the back room, Freddie no longer having to ease
the boy in that direction with his hand. In no time Nicky had kicked his
trainers off, and was stripping. The older man watched with stiffening
pleasure as the young naked flesh was slowly revealed. He particularly
liked the moment when the lad bent and twisted to remove his jeans from his
leg, revealing not only his so solid prick, but that tiny dimpled bum at
the same time. When he was totally naked Nicky moved to Freddie and slowly
undressed him, running his hands over the man's hairy chest as he did
so. As he slid Freddie's trousers and boxers down Nicky dropped to his
knees. As the clothing reached Freddie's ankles Nicky took the man's huge
cock into his mouth. Freddie groaned with pleasure.

That was the sight that greeted Michael, as he entered the room. Freddie
beckoned him over and kissed his loved.

"Happy birthday Mike, thanks for so many wonderful years" he whispered in
Michael's ear; "Whilst it might be unwrapped it's never been opened, but
the touch of a tongue works wonders"

"Do you mean he's a virgin? Does he know what could, probably will,
happen?"

"Yes, and no, so be gentle. I know you when the mist comes down"

Nicky noticed Michael come into the room and walk over to Freddie. He could
make out faint mutterings passing between the two men and see the huge
bulge appearing in the coloured man's jogging bottoms, but he concentrated
on pleasing the guy who had pleased him so much. He felt a hand on his
head, and realised the coloured guy was gently pushing him to get more into
his already over full mouth. He heard the sound of clothes being shed as
the coloured guy stripped. He eventually he heard that rich voice, with
just a faint twang of a French accent say:-

"Now me kid, now it's my turn"

Nicky slid off Freddie, with the usual difficulty as he tried to disgorge
the head, and turned towards the black cock he could just make out from the
corner of his eye. He gasped in surprise when he saw it. It was huge. It
must have been twenty-two centimetres, or nine inches for those who use the
old measurements. The head was a very dark pinky brown colour and the size
of a child's fist. The weapon stood out firm and proud from the smooth dark
body. It was above the horizontal, and as Nicky reached out and touched it,
he felt the powerful muscles it contained resisting his effort to move it
from its position. He took hold and felt the power it contained. He slowly
worked his hand up and down the entire length.

Michael and Freddie could see the wonder in the boy's eyes. They looked at
each other and smiled.

"Not your hand, suck me like you sucked Freddie"

Nicky moved his mouth towards the huge intruder. Opening his mouth as wide
as he could, he took the head between his lips. He couldn't get it into his
mouth even when he pushed against it. Michael put his hand on the back of
the boy's head and gave a sharp push, thrusting with his powerful thighs at
the same time. Nicky felt his jaw was dislocating as that massive
blood-filled muscle forced its way into his mouth. Michael stopped pushing
once the head was in the boy's mouth, giving him time to relax and
adjust. Then he pushed slowly but firmly, forcing his entire length into
the boy's mouth and throat. Nicky had never had anything like this in his
mouth. It felt as if it would soon be in his stomach. He gagged and tried
to remove it.

"No you don't. Just relax and enjoy it kid. I'm not that much longer than
Freddie so you can do it. Just relax and let me do all the work"

Nicky tried relaxing as Michael rocked his cock backwards and forwards in
the boy's orifice, fucking the over-stretched mouth and throat as he
did. Michael loved the feeling; he had fucked many arses that were not as
tight as this mouth. Nicky was not so sure, but gradually he relaxed and
started to enjoy the feeling. He held the man's thighs for support and
started to apply suction to the huge but wonderful intruder.

"Oh yeah, your good kid, real good, oh yeah suck it boy"

Nicky had never had a man say things like that to him. He felt proud and
flattered at the compliment. He tried harder to give the man more
pleasure. He was rewarded by the moans and groans of pleasure Michael was
giving out, and he saw Michael reach out and take hold of his lover's
cock. Nicky could feel his own pleasure increase at the feeling of success,
and he felt chuffed at the effect he could have on a man so well endowed
and so beautiful. He reached down with his free hand and played with his
own erection. Freddie glanced down and was excited at the sight of the huge
black cock buried in the small young white mouth.

"Hey, slow down, not so fast kid. You're too good. I don't want it to end
that quick. You want your little arse rimmed don't you, and Freddie wants
some of this too"

With great difficulty, Michael managed to get the head of his now massive
cock out of the boy's mouth. Nicky's jaw ached, but he felt good. Freddie
lay down on the floor and Nicky heard Michael say:

"Assume the position"

He knelt over Freddie and found it easier to take the man's cock than
before. He buried it as deep as he could, and felt the empty feeling in his
mouth melt away as Freddie filled the void. Freddie took the boy's dripping
organ in his mouth, being careful not to over-excite him before the main
event.

Michael looked down at the small arse that was now presented for his gaze,
and more. He could see Freddie's eyes looking up at his, and noted the
smile of pleasure as his lover looked up at him. He smiled and dropped to
his knees. He placed a hand on each of the boy's bum cheeks, and was
surprised to find he could comfortably get a cheek in each of his
hands. This bum was smaller than he realised. He used the dimples as
handles and gently eased the cheeks apart, forcing the boy's legs further
apart with his own knees at the same time. The tiny pink entrance looked up
at him, tightly closed against intrusion. It looked no bigger than a two
pence piece. Michael felt his weapon jerk with excitement at the thought of
penetrating this boy for the first time, but dismissed the thought at once,
realising he was far too big to be the boy's first. He slid his body back
and reached out his tongue to rim the tight puckered hole.

As his tongue touched the boy, he heard Nicky gasp with pleasure. He felt
him reach up with his bum for greater contact. Freddie slid his hands round
the boy's lower waist and held him down on his cock, pulling his bum cheeks
further apart at the same time. He could see Michael's tongue working on
the boy's tight bum. He could also see Michael playing with himself and he
imagined the fight going on in Michael's head. He knew what would
eventually happen, and he knew the boy would enjoy it; eventually. As
Michael buried his head deep between those sweet cheeks he removed one hand
and reached under the sofa for the previously hidden tube. He slid the KY
across so Michael could see it.

Nicky was moaning and groaning; writhing with pleasure at the sensations
flooding through his body as the two men worked on him. He sucked on
Freddie like a calf taking milk. Freddie bent his legs so he could hold the
boy with his thighs to slowdown the imminent effect the boy was having on
his cock. He saw Michael move his face away from the boy and noticed the
glazed expression in his lover's face. Knowing what was about to happen, he
tightened his grip on the boy with both his arms and his thighs. Nicky,
mistaking this as Freddie getting close, worked even harder on the
man. Michael undid the tube and smeared KY on his dripping cock. Then he
ran the KY covered finger over the boy's still tight hole. Nicky moaned at
the sensation and Michael pressed against him. Very, very slowly the boy
relaxed and the very tip of Michael's finger entered him. To Nicky, it felt
like a baseball bat being pushed into him. It hurt, but at the same time,
it felt good. To Michael it seemed too tight to ever get his finger in the
boy. Freddie just watched, and sucked on the boy as he did.

At last the tip of the finger slid in and the boy was entered to Michael's
first knuckle joint. He twisted his finger around to spread the KY and
heard the boy give a moan of pain rather than pleasure. The sound was
muffled by his lover's cock buried in the boy's mouth. Michael removed the
finger, he was moving like an automaton now. Freddie knew what was about to
happen and gripped the boy tight. He could see the look in his lover's eyes
as he rose and closed on the boy's arse with his dripping KY covered
cock. Nicky felt the finger touch his bum again and prepared for the
pain/pleasure sensation he had felt the first time. It never came!

A searing, burning pain tore through his body, his bum felt as if it was
being ripped apart. He tried to move away from the object so painfully
forcing its way into his body, but was held fast by Freddie's arms and
thighs, and by Michael's hands pulling him onto his cock. He screamed; but
the throbbing flesh, buried in his mouth and throat muffled it. Michael was
having trouble entering the boy. He hadn't realised how tight he would
be. The challenge appealed to his competitive nature, the muffled screams
excited him even more. He pushed even harder.

He could feel the boy arching his back in an attempt to get away from the
rod of muscle forcing its way into him. He held the boy's hips tighter, and
pulled him back against the pressure he was exerting. He could feel the
muscle in the boy's tight ring, closed fast against his entry. He gave a
really big push and felt the muscle give at last and the head of his cock
slid past. The boy gave out yet another muffled scream, trying to get away
from the intruder, to remove it. He was in! He saw the boy's body shake and
realised he must now be crying as well. It was too late now: he had to have
this boy. Had he not screamed, had it not hurt him, then the boy would not
have been such a challenge, such a turn-on. But Nicky did scream, he was
hurting the boy; and this excited Michael so much that all self-control was
gone. His jealousy and lust took over. He would pay this boy back for
having his lover. He had to fuck this arse. He loved the sense of power it
gave him as he heard the cries from the body he entered and fucked. It was
too late now; this kid would have all he had.

As he pushed another inch into the boy, he heard the cries of pain and
protest again. He paused, with the head, and an inch and a half of his
cock, inside the boy. Freddie knew the sign, knew what Michael wanted to
hear, and allowed Nicky to slide off his cock: and protest.

"Jesus, please, stop, it hurts, take it out please, oh god it hurts"
Nicky's protests were punctuated with sobs and cries. Tears dropped onto
Freddie's thighs.

Michael pulled back until he felt the head of his cock just resting against
the inside ring of muscle of the boy's bum. He pulled back just a little
more and was rewarded by the tightening of the boy's bum, and his cry of
pain.

 "No, stop, please, jesus, stop. aghh"

"Do you want me to pull out or not kid?"

"Yes, No, I don't know. It hurts. My bum's ripped to bits. It hurts so
much. Yes, no, jesus"

"Make up your mind"

Michael applied more pressure to the ring of muscle as he pulled back a
little more. The boy cried with the pain.

"No, stop, please!"

"Well if you don't want me to take it out, then it goes in"

Freddie had been here before, with the kids in Tunisia and Morocco, but
their cries seem fake compared with the sound Nicky was making. He began to
wonder if he had made a mistake. Perhaps his plan was flawed. he had
thought more of his lover than he had of the kid. Maybe he should say
something and stop all this now. It was too late.

Michael gave a mighty thrust and buried all he had in the boy. Nicky
screamed, and the sound tore at Freddie with the obvious pain and
fear. Then he collapsed, his head in Freddie's groin. Michael remained
motionless. Nicky's cries and scream subsided as Michael remained buried
but un-moving. Freddie took the boy's now soft cock in his mouth. Michael
drew back and the boy yelled. He thrust forward and the boy yelled
again. Very slowly, he increased not only the speed of his thrusting, but
the length he pulled out, and pushed into, the boy. This was the tightest
arse he had ever fucked. Never before had anyone continued to cry and
protest for this length of time. His cock was being almost crushed by the
young muscles fighting against his entry. His brain was in sensual overload
with the screams and cries from the helpless victim he was screwing. He
wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. His thrusting became faster and
faster. Nicky could no longer move in an attempt to ease the pain, the
speed was too much for him. He was convinced that the head of this man's
cock would be in his mouth if he pushed much further into him. It must be
in his stomach all ready. His brain numbed his body in an attempt to ease
the pain. He accepted the inevitable.

Every millimetre of Michael's cock was buried in the boy when he first
shot. He cried out so load with pleasure it startled both Nicky and
Freddie. He held his breath and remained motionless inside the boy for a
moment. Then he drew back until the head was close to being exposed and
rammed it in again, shooting a second load into the boy. Again he held his
breath and froze. This he repeated five more times. Never could he remember
shooting like this. Never could he remember such a fuck, even better than
the first time with Freddie. He pulled back one last time and thrust all
the way in. Now he was coming down from his orgasm he heard the kid cry
out, and realised he must have done it each time he shot into him, but he
had been too high on his orgasm to notice. He froze, pulled back, then
collapsed over the boy's back.

Very, very slowly he withdrew from the kid, hearing him cry out with pain
as he did. As usual, he now felt total remorse for what he had done. When
he was free of the boy, he picked him up off Freddie. He was so light and
small, and seemed so vulnerable now.

"I'm so sorry Nicky, so sorry"

Nicky had tears crawling down his face. He hunched his body into a foetal
position against the pain that still wracked his lower body. Michael sat
down on the sofa and took the boy in his arms. The hunched body seemed so
small against him as it nestled in his lap. He wrapped his arms around the
heaving body in an attempt to ease the pain.

"I'm so sorry kid, really I am; so sorry. I don't know why I did it to
you. When I saw how beautiful your bum was I lost control, and when you
yelled like you did I couldn't stop myself.  I know it won't stop the pain,
but you are the best I have ever had. Nobody gave me the pleasure you did,
honest. So tight, such wonderful cries, everything. You were, are, the
perfect fuck for a guy like me. Your screams were such a turn-on I couldn't
stop myself shooting. I thought you would cut my cock in two, you were so
tight. I have never, never had a fuck like that, ever"

As he spoke, Michael rocked Nicky back and forth on his lap, and kissed the
tears on his face. At the same time, Freddie smoothed the kid's
hair. Slowly the pain eased, and the boy relaxed. He felt safe in this
man's strong black arms. Both men were telling him how wonderful he was. He
rested his head on Michael's shoulder and relaxed. He felt Freddie put his
hand between his legs. His cock grew hard again.

"You really are wonderful Nicky"

Michael slipped his hand down and took Nicky's now erect cock in it. Nicky
opened his legs to give him more access. Freddie kissed Nicky's cheek, as
his own cock returned to full stiffness again. Michael stood up, still
holding Nicky in his arms. He placed the boy gently on the sofa, and knelt
on the floor beside him. He took the boy in his mouth. Nicky moaned. As he
started sucking the boy towards orgasm, he saw Nicky reach for
Freddie. Soon Nicky was sucking Freddie in time with Michael's
administrations. Michael touched the boy's bum, and was surprised as the
kid moaned with pleasure. From the look on his lover's face, he knew
Freddie could not be far off. The sight of that massive black cock pounding
the tiny white bum had been such a turn-on for Freddie that he had almost
shot without any physical contact at all. Nicky was writhing and moaning,
so he had to be close.

Michael eased his finger against the boy's hole as he sucked him closer and
closer to ejaculation. Suddenly Nicky raised his hips to get deeper into
Michael's mouth. The finger slipped into the boy's tight bum, he cried out,
and shot his first load.

The sight and sound was too much for Freddie, he too shot into the boys
warm and willing mouth. Over and over again, the two males shot into the
mouths that were working on them, until they were totally spent and
exhausted. Eventually they disentangled themselves from each other, and
Michael again took Nicky into his arms and they sat, cuddled up on the
sofa. They were all exhausted and satisfied. Their weary bodies relaxed.

It was five-thirty when Nicky woke up, naked and alone, on the
sofa. Michael and Freddie were nowhere to be seen. He knew he hurt, and has
his head cleared he felt the burning soreness in his bum He remembered what
had happened. HE HAD BEEN RAPED! It had been planed, at least by Mr
Leeson. He had been a birthday present. He was sore, and hurting, and
confused. Why wasn't he angry? Why did his bum feel empty? Why was he
getting hard again? Why was he playing with himself? That was what Freddie
and Michael saw as they entered the room: the breath-taking sight of a
naked young boy in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Nicky was lying on his
back, legs raised and parted, head back over the arm of the sofa. He was
working his hard cock for all he was worth, moaning with pleasure, and
fingering his bum. The two lovers looked at each other, and moved silently
toward the excited boy.

Nicky didn't hear them approach. The first he knew was when his hand was
removed from his cock and was replaced by Freddie's mouth. His legs were
moved and he felt breath on his bum.

"Oh yes, do it again, please"

"Not yet Nicky, you're not ready for that. It will take some days for the
soreness to go"

Michael stopped his tonguing of the boy to speak.

"There's nothing I would love more than to throw your legs over my shoulder
and plunge every inch of me into you. To hear you yell again, to see the
pain and surprise on your face as I do it: but you're not ready for it
kid. Maybe some other time. For now we'll just try this."

Michael marvelled at his own self-control, and resumed working on the boy
with his tongue. Slowly he replaced his tongue with his index finger. Nicky
cried, but did not pull away. He then re-applied his tongue to the entrance
his finger was hiding in. using his tongue to lubricate both the boy and
his own finger, he fucked the kid with the digit as Freddie sucked his
cock. He reached for Freddie as Freddie reached for him. They copied
Nicky's penile administrations, and worked hard on the boy. It took no time
for Nicky to explode again, violently and loudly; he poured into Freddie's
mouth this time, clamping down hard on the finger in his bum as he
did. Freddie and Michael, triggered by the boy's pleasure, came too, but
less violently or audibly. Nicky sunk back into the sofa, and the lovers
stood up.

Freddie handed the boy his clothes. Michael still looked shamefaced and
embarrassed. Nicky dressed and made ready to leave. He walked, somewhat
uncomfortably, to the front door. Michael noticed his discomfort, and
realised how much he must have hurt the kid in his lust.

"Look I AM sorry kid, I never meant to hurt you like that. I really am very
sorry. Please forgive me. I should learn to control myself. I haven't done
that for some years now, but the sight of you was just too much. I am
sorry"

Freddie sensed his lover's deep regret and embarrassment realised how
ashamed he felt now at the way he had tricked the boy. He handed Nicky a
tube of cream.

"Use this on your bottom Nicky, it will ease the pain and make it heal
quicker. If you keep tightening your bottom, like you were trying not to
poo, it will also help"

Michael smiled, know that it would also tighten his muscles as well.

"I know Michael feel ashamed as hurting you. I also feel ashamed at the way
I tricked you. We both feel very sorry about it all"

Michael looked at Nicky with hope and desperation as he opened the
door. Freddie looked at Nicky, and was rewarded with a kiss. He ruffled the
boy's hair as he turned back towards the door. Nicky went to step outside,
paused, stood on his toes and kissed Michael.

"Can I come back tomorrow please?"

"Hell no, your not be ready for three or four days, believe me. If you
REALLY want to have more fun with us, write on the top of the paper the day
before, and Michael will come home early from work I'm sure.

The boy left, walking and pushing his bike to avoid the discomfort of the
saddle on his bum.

Michael and Freddie sat cuddled up on the sofa watching the tv. Soon the
taxi would arrive to take them to the pub, the same pub they had gone to
for the last fourteen years. The same pub where they had first me.

"Thanks for my present Freddie, it was just perfect, the best ever"

"I somehow think you have will a lot more enjoyment from your present"

Michael kissed Freddie, driving his tongue into his lover's mouth. He was
right. Freddie had found the perfect foil for Michael, there would be many
more evenings of passion and pain with the paperboy.

"Your right Freddie, as usual. But next time you can have him first, before
me. I know you want him"

They smiled at each other, then jumped up, as the doorbell announced the
arrival of the taxi.



This is my second story and it has taken me a long time to write it. I was
doing my exams, but it wasn't an easy story to write. Like the other story
it is only true in bits, the rest is what I imagine things might be like,
or what might happen. If you like it, or if you don't, please let me
know. My other story is called "Camp Experience", and is on Nifty Archive
too. I get a friend to upload my stories as I haven't got Internet access
at home. I have an E-mail phone so I can read and write E-mails. I use a
computer in the library, or at college, so I can answer E-mails with long
E-mails as well. My E-mail address is 'nackland@genie.co.uk' I would like
it if somebody could upload my stories to ASSGM as well. I used to read
stories on there before my step-father (the bastard) smashed my decent
computer.