Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 11:20:51 -0800
From: Zack McNaught <zackmcnaught@hotmail.com>
Subject: Playful Alex

DISCLAIMER: The following tale is fiction. Please do not treat it as
anything other than this. Boys in real life do not behave as Alex does in
this story. Having this kind of relationship will almost certainly be
harmful for a physically and emotionally undeveloped boy. Boys are never
this compliant, never this playful (though if you have had an experience
which proves me wrong, please feel free to write and tell me -
zackmcnaught@hotmail.com). I'm blessed with an active imagination, and I
write these stories to act as a release for the tension which I cannot with
a clear conscience release in any other way.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. If you liked it, I'd love
to know - you can get hold of me at zackmcnaught@hotmail.com. I have an
archive of my other stories, if you're interested: www.asstr.org/~zack/

Regards,

Zack Mack



I hugged him close to me, smelling the shampoo on his light brown hair, so
soft to the touch. His warm back pressed into my chest and stomach, and in
between us my rigid penis lodged between the cheeks of his backside, like a
hotdog in a bun. One arm held him close, the other worked up and down his
flank, occasionally drifting inwards towards his crotch, eliciting a soft
moan each time my finger dipped into the soft valley where his leg met his
lower stomach. I kissed him softly on the nape of the neck where his hair
tapered to a point, and reached down between us to align my dick, with the
head pushing between his soft cheeks. He let out a soft sigh as the damp
head of my dick touched his pucker, and as I pushed forwards I could feel
him push back to force me in. Slowly, ever so slowly, the ring of muscle
stretched and my head pushed in, the foreskin pulled hard back, the lube
easing my passage into him. I paused a moment and dropped my hand into his
crotch, grabbing his short, hard shaft in my hand and wanking it vigorously
for a moment. That did the trick, and as the pleasure in the tip of his
penis grew, my entry was eased. I slipped three or four inches into him,
then eased back. Pumping a few times, I managed to open him up all the way
until my pubes nestled into the top of his crack. We lay there for a few
moments, his arse occasionally twitching around my shaft, bringing a slight
whimper of discomfort from him. When he started to ever-so-gently move his
hips, I knew he was as ready as he was going to get. It was the green light
for me to get what I had wanted for so long, to find release in his hot,
tight behind.

-----

I met Alex when he was ten, and fell instantly in love. Well, perhaps
lust. I find boys at that age incredibly enjoyable to be around, all
enthusiasm and unselfconscious sexiness. He's the son of my boss, or at
least the man who was my boss, before I struck out on my own. I was invited
to a pool party at Mike's place, and almost as soon as I'd walked through
the patio door into their back garden I was lost. Alex was the only kid
there, which I thought was a bit unfair on the lad, but he was apparently
having a great time, running around and generally entertaining the guests
in a manner he would probably find incredibly embarrassing to look back
on. And he was wearing not baggy shorts as kids his age tend to, but a
small, bright red pair of speedos that left very little to the imagination.
I was left drooling at the sight, though managed to keep my perving secret
from his parents and the other guests.

I had a hard time keeping my eyes off the boy that afternoon, especially
when his father called him out of the water to come and meet me. He stood
there, shyly smiling up at me, water glistening on his soft, suntanned skin
and dripping from his package onto the hot concrete at his feet. I really
struggled to keep my eyes off his crotch, because quite clearly outlined in
the material of his speedo was a tube of flesh to be proud of. I didn't
imagine at that age he would have started growing yet, so he must have just
been a lucky lad. A tiny lump at the end of the snake indicated that he
must be uncut - perfect.

I was content just to have seen him that day, lining up fantasies in my
mind to wank off to once I got home. Fate, though, works in unexpected
ways, and the day was to hold one more surprise, a surprise so wonderful
that had the events which were to come later never happened, I would still
count myself one of the luckiest men alive. As the sun dipped below the
trees and the temperature fell sharply, it was time to get changed. Many of
the adults had already nipped into the house already, and in fact it was
only Alex and myself left outside in our swimming gear. I was just asking
his father where I could get changed when Alex ran up and offered to show
me. He said he was going in anyway, so he would show me the guest bathroom.

Inside, I followed him up the stairs, counting my lucky stars to be able to
watch his behind as he climbed. It was a pert little thing, and filled the
speedo nicely. I could even see the bulge of his sack between his legs, and
felt myself chubbing up slightly as I perved over his body. When we reached
the top of the stairs he noted the closed door, and said that the guest
bathroom was busy.

'It's ok, though,' he said, 'you can change in my room!'

Though the offer was nice, there was one impracticality.

'I was hoping to rinse off in the shower, though.'

'That's ok,' he said with a smile, 'I have my own bathroom. You can use
that.'

It was an offer I couldn't refuse, so I dutifully followed him down the
corridor to his room and inside. It was a typical boy's room, computer in
one corner, clothes and toys strewn about the place, and an unmade bed with
a Manchester United cover and pillows.

'Wait here' he said, 'I'm going to go first. Don't worry, I won't be long.'

He shut the door behind him and I heard the water running. I had a quick
glance around the room, but couldn't find any helpfully discarded pants to
sniff. I had a quick smell of the bed and it was glorious, the smell of a
boy not yet in puberty. I had to stop, though, as I felt myself getting
hard again, and didn't need to scare him with a massive lump in my
pants. Pretty soon the water shut off and Alex emerged, a towel wrapped
around his waist and hair damply spiked up. The towel looked as though it
might fall off at any moment, and before I made too much of a fool of
myself by staring, I slipped past him into the bathroom.

The shower was nice and hot, and as I closed my eyes and allowed visions of
Alex to pass through my mind I quickly grew hard. I desperately wanted
release, and started to wank myself. When I was getting pretty near, I
realised I shouldn't come all over the young boy's shower, and so I stopped
the water and got out, rolling up a wad of toilet paper to catch my
emissions. Only then did I realise there was a shadow under the door, and
an open keyhole half way up. Alex must have been watching me, I realised,
and the thought turned me on more than I would have thought possible. I
decided to give him a little show, but it was so erotic that despite the
fact I was hardly touching myself I came in moments, filling the wad of
tissue to overflowing. I made sure he could see what was happening,
squeezing the last drop out and letting it fall into the pool several
inches below.

I quickly dressed and shoved my still half-hard dick into my pants. When I
went back into the room, Alex was sitting at his computer, still in his
towel, apparently playing some game or other.

'Are you not going to get dressed?' I asked.

'Oh, sure,' he replied, not sounding too impressed with the idea. 'Wait
there.'

Given the command I expected him to get some clothes and nip into the
bathroom to dress, but he was doing nothing of the sort. Without apparently
seeming to care, he stood up, leaving the towel behind and showing me that
his not so little, hairless dick was throbbingly, painfully hard. I gawped,
and he giggled at my reaction, doubled over in pleasure at the hilarity of
his little joke. Once he'd recovered, he walked over to a chest of drawers
and fished out a pair of soft cotton shorts, clearly a favourite pair
judging by how worn they were, and a jumper. He threw both on, no pants and
no t-shirt, and indicated that he was ready to go. Now that the jumper
covered it, only he and I could know there was a significant tent in those
shorts. He grinned at me and exited the room.

The image of that little morsel of flesh was burned into my mind
forever. It rose steeply from his crotch, pointing to the sky. It was
probably three and a half, maybe even four inches long, and surprisingly
fat. The tip of his head barely poked through his pale crimson foreskin,
and at the hairless base of his dick a nicely plump little sack held his
balls. It was immature enough that I was sure he wasn't shooting yet, but
it was an impressive package nonethless, and one that had me drooling. I
knew that I had to have it in my mouth.

During the evening Alex stayed pretty close to me, once hugging me in the
dark, letting me know that he was still hard by pressing the little boner
into my leg. I grinned down at him and he smiled back, clearly at ease with
the situation. How he knew I wouldn't reject him I'm not sure, but he was
certainly taking advantage of the fact.

When it came time to leave, Alex gave me a big hug, much to the amusement
of his mother.

'Oh look, Alex's got a new best friend!'

The boy stuck his tongue out at his mother for using such a mocking tone of
voice, and then stalked off upstairs. At the top, when he was sure he was
at an angle only I could see, he quickly flashed me his dick again, now
soft but still more than respectable, and giggled as he ran off to his
bedroom. His mother, knowing nothing of the sexual tension of the
situation, shook her head and smiled at me as she showed me out.

Without Alex to perv over, I went back to watching little boys peeing at
the local shopping mall. I got a good few looks, and one boy deliberately
flashed me, but none of them compared to Alex, and I was left
unsatisfied. I thought the chance to play with Alex had probably passed,
but little was I to know that my opportunities were just beginning.

It had been a pretty slow week at work. Not a lot had been acheived, and
the boss called me into his office on Friday afternoon. I thought I was
going to get a bollocking for not finding more to do, but when I got in
there my boss had a rather sheepish look on his face.

'Zack, sit down, will you, stop standing to attention.'

I sat and relaxed a bit, sensing this wasn't the ear-bashing I was
expecting.

'Zack, I have a massive favour to ask.'

I raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

'Are you doing much tonight?'

'No, not really. Why?'

'Look, what I'm about to ask is probably a bit out of line, but I'm
depserate. Could you look after Alex for the night, and maybe tomorrow?
Jane's mum has come down ill and we need to get to Scotland as soon as we
can. I don't want to take Alex, but all the sitters are busy, and Jane said
he and you had got on really well at the pool party, and -'

I cut him off, both hands held up.

'Ok, ok, you can stop explaining. Of course I'll look after him. Go and see
Jane's mum. Take as long as you need, ok?'

My boss' face flooded wityh relief.

'Thanks, Zack. I won't forget this, you know. Actually, could I ask just
one more thing?' I nodded. 'Alex gets out of school at 3:15 - he knows
what's going on and he won't mind you picking him up. Would that be ok with
you?'

I smiled at my boss.

'Of course, no problem at all. Now, what are the directions to the school?'

Ten minutes later I was leaving the office car park, let out four hours
early and with the promise of a hot, hopefully playful boy in my flat all
night long.

Alex's school knew I was coming, but I still got the fifth degree from a
gate guard before I was allowed in to pick him up. When he saw that it was
me who was there to get him you could see the spring come into his step. I
looked around at his classmates, and although many of them were really good
looking, all paled in compairson to Alex. He was a god amongst mortals, at
least to my eye. He came up to me and gave me a little wave out of sight of
his classmates. I could sense that he wanted to greet me more personally,
with a hug maybe, but that would have been social suicide, so I understood
why he didn't.

In the car Alex chattered non-stop. Part of it must have been simply
because it was a Friday afternoon and he was done with school for the
weekend, but I liked to imagine that it was also because he was excited to
be coming to my house for the weekend. We dropped by his house for a change
of clothes packed by Jane, who thanked me profusely for helping them out. I
felt myself wanting to thank her for what she was doing for me!

I wasn't quite sure what I should be doing with a young boy all
evening. Well, I had my ideas, but I thought I'd better think of some
ordinary things to do, so I swung by my sister's house and borrowed my
niece's Wii for the evening, figuring that would keep Alex busy for a
while. Alex waited in the car, and when I came out carrying the bag full of
stuff, he wanted to know what was in it. When I showed him, he actually
whooped in joy, something I thought young boys only did in stories.

We had pizza, because I was trying to butter him up. I needn't have
bothered, in retrospect, because Alex, in his own, juvenile way, had a
massive crush on me. But I didn't know that at the time, so I treated him
like a little prince, and he lapped up the attention. I sent him for a
shower at half nine, and he reappeared about fifteen minutes later wearing
the same shorts and jumper that he had worn at the party. His mother had
packed the bag, so this must have been an outfit he wore all the time. I
fervently hoped that he was wearing it in the same way as he had before.

By this time he was pretty tired, and only had the energy to lie on the
sofa and watch TV with me. I'm not sure he understood the political satire
I watched, but he pretended to be interested, perhaps because he was
worried I'd send him to bed if he showed he was too sleepy. I was about to
do nothing of the sort, and revelled in the sight of him stretched out of
the sofa to my right. I think he saw me looking, because he raised one
knee, giving me a good look down the leg of the shorts to his hairless
crotch. I couldn't see everything, but what I could see was enough to get
my heart racing. Alex saw me watching, and giggled, snapping his legs
closed. Within a couple of minutes, his legs were open again. He closed
them as soon as he was sure I was looking, giggling again. To him, it was a
bit game, teasing the adult he must at some level have realised was well
and truly infatuated with him. We played the game for ten or fifteen
minutes more, until, with a huge theatrical sigh which was purely for
effect, Alex lifted his hips up and pulled the shorts off, throwing them to
the floor.

'Better now?' he asked, a smirk on his lips. I just pretended not to know
what he was talking about, but within seconds my eyes were drawn to his
crotch and the hairless tube of flesh which hung down across one leg. His
sack was relaxed and hung down next to it, and all in all it was a part of
him I desperately wanted to get my hands on. I didn't dare, at least to
start with. Instead, I watched him for a few minutes, delighted when a hand
dropped casually into his crotch and began to toy with his bits. His dick
was steel within seconds, and I delighted in watching him play with
it. Watching a boy masturbate is one of life's great pleasures. Alex went
at it in a half-hearted way, and I could tell he was never going to get
anywhere.

This was a turning point. I could risk touching him, or I could just
watch. I could get involved and make my dreams come true, or I could leave
the boy unmolested. I'm ashamed to say that it only took a moment's thought
to come to the conclusion that I desperately wanted to know what it felt
like to handle him, and I reached for his crotch, brushing his hand
aside. Thankfully, Alex gladly moved to accomodate me, rolling onto his
back, eyes shut, legs spread wide to give me the access I required.

I slowly stroked my fingers down one side of his shaft, then grabbed it
with two fingers and a thumb and began a rhythmic wanking motion. Alex was
breathing through his mouth, the breaths becoming more and more laboured as
we progressed. He licked his lips, a franctic motion which spoke of the
erotic turmoil that was his mind. He was enjoying this, that was for
sure. For the briefest of moments I considered whether what I was doing was
wrong, but he clearly knew what he wanted, and had made sure that he got
it. The fact that I was enjoying fulfilling his wishes was merely a happy
coincidence.

He was more mature than I thought, it turned out, as a drop of pre-cum
seeped from the slit in the end of his dick, gathering in the foreskin and
turning into froth as I worked it up and down. Alex has his eyes clamped
tightly shut, perhaps afraid to open them in case it made everything too
real. As he got closer and closer to the ultimate goal, he began shifting
around on the sofa quite a lot, bucking his hips and occasionally
whimpering slightly. As the orgasm built within him, his brow wrinkled,
perhaps in concentration, perhaps in consternation.

His climax was a wonder to behold. He drew a sharp breath and pushed his
hips up off the sofa, forcing his jumping dick into my hand. Despite the
pre-cum, he didn't shoot, but there was a little extra dampness at the
slit, which I wiped off with my fingers and quckly sampled before his eyes
opened. It was salty, but rather sweet, too, and I longed for the chance to
sample it from its source. But that would have been too far, too soon.

Coming down from the high he had reached, Alex looked over at me through
the thin slits of his eyes.

'Now we're even.'

I smiled at him, pleased at the implicit admission that he had watched me
through the keyhole at the pool party, and also pleased that he was quite
at home with what had just happened. The little boy rolled over, reached
for his shorts from the floor, and slipped them on, his now-flaccid penis
bouncing around unashamedy as he did so.

The rest of the evening was utterly without event. Alex's urges had clearly
been satisfied, and he no longer teased me with glimpses of his boyhood. I
was pretty happy, too, although I did have to change my trousers - without
touching myself, I had made a bit of a mess in there. I felt a wave of
guilt when we were finished, but Alex snuggled up to me as we were watching
TV, and I realised that if he didn't feel bad about what had just happened,
I didn't have to either.

I got a call fairly early on Saturday morning from Alex's dad. It seemed
his mother-in-law's illness was pretty serious, and they were planning to
spend another night in Scotland. He'd already spoken to their babysitter,
who had agreed to take Alex, but I could tell by the tone of his voice that
he didn't really want that. I didn't think Alex, who was trying to make
himself sick with happiness playing on the Wii, would have minded staying
with me, and after what had happened the night before I was more than
willing to look after him for another night, longer maybe. I told my boss
that there was no point getting the sitter involved, and he readily agreed
that Alex staying with me was a better idea. we finished with the usual
pleasantries, and then I went to tell my boy (I was beginning to think of
him as that - not my son, but my boy) that he would be staying another
night with me. As I had suspected, he was delighted at the idea.

I didn't really know what to do with a boy all day, but I did have one
thought in mind. His beloved (I had learned that they were very beloved)
Manchester United were playing Fulham that afternoon, and Craven Cottage
was only a couple of tube stops away. I had a friend at the time who could
get me a ticket whenever I wanted one, and so I called in a favour from way
back to get Alex and myself a couple of tickets. We'd have to be in with
the home supporters, and I prayed that Alex would be able to contain his
excitement if Man U scored - the alternative didn't bear thinking about!

Somehow, and I'm not sure how, Alex's excitement wound itself up to even
higher levels when I gave him the news. He was literally bouncing off the
furniture in joy, and it immediately precipitated an almost continual
stream of words which didn't stop until we were home after the match. He
spoke, and spoke, and spoke, and I was loving it. I loved to hear him talk,
loved the enthusiasm he had for everything, loved to see the smile on his
face. I probably didn't help by feeding him sugary stuff all day long, but
by the time we were getting home, when I was beginning to get very tired
indeed, Alex was just about getting into his stride.

It was impossible to make him sit still for more than a couple of minutes,
and all the time he was incredibly playful, taunting me into wretling
matches and fights with the sofa cushions, and round after round of Wii
Sports. I struggled to keep pace with him, and when I finally collapsed on
the sofa, exhausted, I quickly had the young boy on top of me, sitting on
my lap, bouncing up and down. Well, that was only going to have one effect,
wasn't it? Within a matter of seconds I was hard, and Alex realised it. He
stopped bouncing and looked down between his legs. When he was sure it was
what he thought it was, the taunting started.

'Zack's got a hard-on, Zack's got a hard-on!'

I couldn't deny it. I was hard as a rock. Gleefully Alex jumped off to one
side and grabbed my dick through my jeans and pants. He was completely
immune to the idea that this might be inappropriate - I suppose with my
touching him the previous evening he thought this was just where we were in
the relationship. I didn't argue.

Alex didn't really know what to do at first. He was half laughing, half
concentrating. I knew he wanted to see it, just as I had wanted to see him,
and so, imitating his actions of the previous night I lifted my hips off
the couch, pushed down jeans and pants, and said,

'Better?'

Alex gave me a big grin and grabbed my dick.

'Much better,' he said, lifting it off my belly and inspecting it. I'm not
exactly what you'd call well endowed, but it was clearly the biggest and
hairiest one he'd ever had his little hands on. He was fascinated, pulling
up and down, watching my foreskin, which has always been quite long,
rolling back and forth over my head. A drop of pre-cum was quick to find
its way out of the end, and as he slowly toyed with me, not so much wanking
as simply fooling around, it worked its way down until it hit his hand. He
pulled a little face and giggled as he wiped it off on the sofa, but went
back to handling me and proceeded to get plenty more on his hand.

When I moaned lightly, Alex asked,

'Are you going to sperm?'

'Do it a little faster,' I replied, 'and I will, yeah.'

That got a grin out of Alex - he clearly wanted to see that happen, and
went to work making it so. I lifted my t-shirt out of the way so I didn't
completely cover it, and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations. Images of
Alex's naked, hairless, hard, uncut four inch dick ran through my mind, and
before I knew it I was shooting, covering my stomach, and latterly Alex's
hand.

'Wow, cool!' was the first thing he said, followed by, 'It's really warm!'

I nodded to him, still too far gone in my post-orgasmic bliss to answer him
properly. He played with my cum on his hand for a moment, before wiping it
disdainfully on my exposed leg, matting the hairs together. He seemed to
find this hilarious, and spent a few moments sculpting a little mohican out
of the hair on my thigh, giggling at it when it was done.

I told him to go and wash his hand in the kitchen, and I went off to the
bathroom to wash myself off. When I returned to the living room, he was
already on the Wii again, and all thoughts of sex were apparently gone from
his mind.

That wasn't to last, though. Alex had an amazing capacity for horniness,
and that manifested itself again after his shower that evening. He emerged
from the guest room wearing nothing but the big, baggy jumper, and sat down
on the sofa next to me, legs underneath him so that nothing could be
seen. I knew there was a good chance I'd be feeling him up again, I just
wasn't sure how it would come about.

Twenty minutes or so later, I found out. Absolutely without warning he
launched himself across the sofa at me, and latched on to my side. He was
in wrestling mood, and I was more than happy to oblige. We rolled around
for a few minutes, my hands roving further and further up his bare legs
until they connected with his soft, warm arse cheeks. We were on the floor
by this point, and I rolled over with him on top of me, holding him down
with both hands on his backside, slowly kneading the perfectly formed,
smooth, warm globes. My t-shirt had ridden up in the play, and I could feel
his hard shaft pressing into my stomach. His face was buried in the crook
of my neck, and as I groped him he ground his hips, forcing his dick
against me again and again. It was a glorious feeling, having the boy
grinding himself against me, and I only wished I had been naked to enjoy it
even more. I was debating the possiblity of getting my pants down when Alex
suddenly sped up, getting erratic with his thrusting, before stiffening
against me. I felt his arse cheeks clench once, twice, three times, and
then he was still, collapsed againt me.

When he lifted his head a little while later, his face was flushed,
possibly in embarrassment, but more likely in excitement.

'Oops!' he said, giving me a shy grin, before hopping off and sitting back
on the sofa. He wasn't covering himself up now, and I watched as his
still-hard willy pulsed in time with his heartbeat. It showed no signs of
getting any less hard, and I realised he would probably need more
stimulation to not go to bed a very frustrated and horny boy. Not wanting
to waste an opportunity to do it for him, I jumped up on the sofa and
pulled him onto my lap, facing away from me. He looked a little confused
until I snaked my hands around his front, one going to rub his tummy
beneath the jumper, and the other to take hold of his little spike with
thumb and forefinger, and give him a good, hard wank.

He writhed as I stimulated him, pressing his head back against my shoulder,
eyes closed and mouth open, his breathing ragged and uneven. His dick was
slightly wet from his first orgasm, the fluid clear and slippery,
unadulterated by all those things that make adult semen taste so bad. He
couldn't have been producing for long, I thought, and pinched off a drop to
bring to my mouth, getting a disgusted grimace from Alex in the
process. Just to wind him up, I did it again, and got an even more dramatic
face.

'That's like licking my dick! Dick-licker!'

That taunt was enough to drive me to do something I had been intending to
leave a while - sucking Alex's dick.

'No, this is like licking your dick,' I said, repositioning him on the sofa
and hopping onto the floor before diving between his legs and engulfing his
hard little shaft in my mouth.

Shocked did not do the expression justice. Alex was
astounded. Flabbergasted. The kid was blown away. He looked at me in awe as
I bobbed up and down. I stopped long enough to ask,

'Good?'

His reply was a silent, enthusiastic nod of the head, not smiling because
he was still wide-eyed with surprise. I re-applied the suction and this
time he gasped at the sensation. I could see his hands grab the sofa
cushion on each side of him, and his hips lifted slightly, trying to push
his dick deeper into my mouth. I took the opportunity to get my hands on
his backside once more, and felt it tense rhythmically as he tried to fuck
my mouth.

Alex's orgasm took a surprisingly long time to come (if you'll pardon the
pun). He kept getting more and more worked up until I was sure he was going
to explode, and yet he continued. So when it did hit, I was taken by
surprise somewhat. His hands flew to my head, grabbing handfuls of my hair,
and Alex rammed his hips up into my face, holding them there as his dick
throbbed and throbbed, seemingly without end. He let out a small yelping
sound, feeling the kind of pleasure so intense that it is painful, then
forced my head off his lap, his slippery dick snapping back into place,
still quivering occasionally. He looked at me with something bordering on
reverence, cheeks flushed crimson, chest rising and falling as he panted,
trying to get air into his lungs.

'Wow,' he said at last. I just gave him a big grin.

He settled down after that, snuggling into my side as we watched
TV. Occasionally our eyes would meet and he would giggle. His jumper wasn't
pulled over his privates, so I got to see his dick in its natural state for
once. I was still impressed by the size of it on a boy his age, especially
as Alex was quite thin. From time to time it would thicken slightly, and I
began to wonder if I would have to sort him out again, but each time it
subsided before action was required.

After about half an hour a little voice piped up, full of uncertainty.

'Um, Zack?'

'Yes, mate?'

'Er, I don't have to, you know, do the thing with my mouth on you, right? I
mean, I will, I'm just not sure I'm ready to do it yet, and -'

I cut him off.

'Whoa, whoa. Alex, you don't have to to anything you don't want to do,
mate. You don't have to do anything at all, if you'd rather not.'

To emphasise my point, I squeezed him tightly to my side. He snuggled in
and fell silent.

I was in bed that night reading when a little form appeared at the door,
dressed in a pair of soft cotton sleeping shorts and nothing else. There
was a proper tent in the front of the shorts and Alex didn't seem ashamed
to be showing it off. I was naked in bed, and pulled back the covers to
invite him in, hoping for some fun. Alex's mind was on the same wavelength
- he left the shorts at the door and ran across the room to the bed,
launching himself in the air, landing on top of me and forcing the air from
my lungs. For the first time we were naked together, his little, hard dick
pressing into my stomach and mine lodged between his thighs, poking up from
between them. Alex wriggled about on top of me, grinding into my stomach a
bit before dropping off to one side. He still had his steel-hard boyhood
poking into my leg, but now he had access to my dick, and took advantage,
grabbing it in one little hand and waving it about.

He wanked me for a while, slowly and deliberately, not allowing the tension
to build too far. He was pretty good at it, learning quickly as we
played. He knew to avoid the head if he wanted to prolong things, which he
seemed to want to do. His distaste for the pre-cum which freely flowed from
me was clearly recuded, as he let it cover his hand, even running a hand up
and over the head of my dick, smearing it around, before going back to the
slow wank, now a slippery slow wank. After a couple of minutes, and as I
was wondering whether he would ever speed up and finish the job, Alex took
a deep breath and let out a sigh. I could feel him tense slightly, and then
he bent over and dropped his hot, wet mouth onto the head of my dick. He
sucked it in and bobbed quickly up and down for a few moments, before
pulling free, breathing hard. It was only a fraction of a blow-job, but it
was enough, and without him having to go back down I came, big, watery
spurts of the stuff covering my stomach and Alex's hand. It was much bigger
than the first emmission Alex had drawn from me, and it got a 'whoa!' of
surprise.

Alex stayed with me that night, after I'd settled him down with a wank and
a suck, feeling his dick bucking in my mouth. I woke in the morning and saw
him splayed to the side of me, covers thrown off in the warmth of my flat,
lying on his front with one leg drawn up to the side. He was a picture of
perfection, and that was what I made him - I crept out of bed and grabbed
my camera, reeling off as many shots as I could fit onto the memory card,
shooting in black and white. He had an erotic innocence lying there, his
perfectly formed back leading down to the mounds of his arse, his leg drawn
up exposing the relaxed sack of his scrotum which hung down to the bed,
spare skin pooling on the sheet. Past that could be glimpsed his penis,
puckered sheath of his forekin pressed into the surface of the bed. I
revelled in the sight of him, drinking it in despite the fact I felt sure I
would see it all again.

I felt sad to see Alex go that afternoon. Suddenly the flat felt like a
very empty place, but he had to be back with his parents, had to be back at
school the next day, too.

Life without Alex around seemed somewhat empty. I spent a lot of timing
going over what had happened between us, spending more time wanking than I
had for years! I kept being so turned on by the thought of Alex naked,
hard, and in my mouth. The pictures I'd taken helped, too, although I found
myself wishing I'd thought of the camera earlier, and taken some more
explicit ones to remember the weekend by. That got me wondering whether
there really would be another chance to enjoy Alex's company, or whether
our brief daliance was all there would be. Little was I to know I was about
to get plenty of time with Alex.

His grandmother died two weeks later. His father was more upset than I
imagined, and needed to leave straight away for Scotland with Jane, but
admitted that he didn't really want to take Alex to the funeral, that he
thought it would be too much for him. Before I knew what I was saying, I'd
offered to look after Alex. I cursed myself as soon as I'd said it. What a
ridiculous idea, me offering to look after the boy. His father would surely
see my intentions. Surely?

But no, instead a look of relief passed over his face. Of course he asked
me if I was sure, but I knew he didn't really want to question the offer,
and I made up some bullshit about him having given me a chance with the job
(which wasn't actually that far from the truth), and how it was my pleasure
to look after Alex. And that was that. Mike was off to Scotland for a week
to arrange his mother-in-law's affairs, and the funeral, and Alex was
staying with me. I even decided to take a week's leave I was well overdue,
and though my boss complained that I was doing too much, he did agree that
it would be nice to have someone to look after Alex, who by now was on
school holidays and would otherwise have been at a school summer camp
during the days, a prospect I was assured bothered him greatly.

I was floating on air for the next few hours. Alex's dad made sure
everything was in order at work, and then left his deputy in charge. He
gave me a lift to his house, where we picked up Alex, and then on to my
flat.

I wasn't sure what to expect with Alex. I'd lost a grandparent at his age,
and I don't remember being that affected by it. It was such a distant
thing, and I don't remember being too upset until it hit me some time
later. Alex was certainly subdued, but once we were back in the flat he
seemed to brighten up pretty quickly. What really got him excited was that
since his last visit I'd invested in a Wii of my own, and a fair number of
games. It wouldn't keep us entertained for a whole week, but it was a
start.

I didn't want to push the sexual angle with Alex - after all, it had always
been him who started things. On this particular evening that meant nothing
happened. Alex was his usual bubbly self, but obviously wasn't that
horny. Even when he'd had his shower he appeared quite sensibly dressed,
and just snuggled into me on the sofa while we watched TV. It was like a
normal evening cuddling on the sofa with a lover, I realised, a feeling
which was only enforced when at the end of the evening Alex followed me
into my room and got into bed with me. He had a book with him, and we both
read for a while, until he dropped off to sleep. I watched him for a
moment, and realised there was a spark of something more than lust there.

When I awoke in the morning, it was to find a arather warm boy snuggled up
to my side, making me sweat somewhat! As I looked down at him, his eyes
opened, and he smiled up at me. I grabbed him in a hug and dragged him on
top of me, discovering that he was just as hard as I was. Alex gave me a
warm smile, which turned into a naughty, sexy little grin as he sat up on
my lap and reached down between us to pull my dick out of the fly of the
boxers I was wearing. He gleefully pumped on it, giggling at the look of
pure pleasure that came across my face. After a few moments of wanking, he
shifted around so that he lay across the bed, his head in my lap. He
watched my dick closely for a few seconds before engulfing the head in his
mouth and sucking hard. I rolled slightly onto my side so I could reach his
pants, and pulled them down so I could access his very hard little dick. I
played with it for a few moments, edging closer and closer until I could
slip it into my mouth. For the first time in my life I was in a sixty-nine
with a young boy, and it was by far the most pleasurable thing I'd ever
done. I suckled on his balls for a moment, feeling them rolling around in
his sack, then moved onto his perenium. I'd not intended to go so far, but
with his mouth working wonders on my dick, I slipped my tongue into his
crack and flicked it across his pucker.

Alex made a surprised sound, which turned into a moan around my dick, but
he made no effort to stop me, so I figured that he was enjoying what I was
doing. I lapped my tongue back and forth across his opening, and Alex
squirmed, suddenly sucking harder and sending me over the edge. He pulled
off after the first spurt, and fell backwards. The rest of my load fired
acroos his chest and shoulder, and with his arse no longer available I
refocussed my attentions onto his dick, sucking it hard into my mouth and
bringing him off as quickly as I could. He shuddered as he came, a big sigh
excaping his lips. When he leant up on his elbows to give me a trademark
smile, I felt a twinge in my dick at the sight of him covered in my
semen. I don't usually go in for the covered in come look, but it seemed
intensely erotic, especially as there was no sign that he'd spat out the
big first shot which went straight in his mouth.

I hardly knew what to do with the boy all day, but Alex was never short of
a suggestion. He was a bright lad, and reminded me of myself at that age -
he was really into museums, dinosaurs, that sort of thing. I got the
impression he was a little bit of a geek, and I hoped that didn't mean he
would get bullied at school like I was. I began to realise that he was very
like me in many ways, and I remembered the first throes of my burgeoning
sexuality, having such a crush on the PE teacher at school, devising ways
to make sure I was last out of the changing rooms, and setting situations
up where he could see me naked. Alex was exactly the same, it seemed, but
he had got his man.

I took my camera everywhere we went, always shooting in black and white,
always trying to capture what it was about Alex which made me love him
so. There, I said it, love. I couldn't capture the feeling in pictures, but
they're a great reminder of the times we had together and the feelings I
experienced. I made the camera part of our nightly play on a couple of
occasions, too. Alex was a willing model, prancing around in front of the
camera and showing off, his dick rarely anything other than rock hard. It
began to become a part of our activities during the day, too. Alex would
sometimes get himself deliberately hard, then, when he was sure no-one was
looking (he was even smart enough to look out for CCTV cameras!), I would
get a second to snap him flashing me. Another favourite trick was to get
himself boned up so that it showed through his clothes, and then stand
there nonchalantly with an obvious lump in his trousers whilst people
walked by. Once or twice I saw a couple of guys taking a good, long look at
his obvious erection, and smiled to myself thinking that I got the chance
to do what they were only dreaming of.

It wasn't all about sex, though. Yes, Alex was an incredibly sexually
charged animal, but there were times when he just wanted affection. I
wasn't sure what his home life was like, but both parents were quite busy,
career driven people, and it made me wonder whether the boy got enough
attention. I just hoped that he didn't feel he had to sleep with me just to
get my affection.

Our sex life became a twice daily round of sucking and wanking. More often
than not I would suck Alex off, then he would give me a wank. Every so
often he'd use his mouth on me, an intense experience because of the soft,
wet heat of it. I got to warning him that I was coming, although a couple
of times I left it a bit late and he took a spurt in the mouth. Not once
did he grimace or spit it out, though, and I wondered how he would feel
about swallowing a whole load.

I didn't have a chance to find out, though, because before long the week
was gone, and Alex had to go back to his parents. It was a wrench to see
him go, but he promised to keep in touch online, and indeed over the next
few weeks and months we had regular contact in messenger. Once or twice we
had big cybersex sessions, when he could be sure his parents wouldn't walk
in on him. We even got up in the middle of the night sometimes, and he
would show off for me, doing little strip-teases and then wanking himself
until the orgasm was all too plain to see on his face.

Over the months I got closer to Alex's dad, too. I was his protege at the
design firm, and started to move up the pecking order. I would be invited
around to their house for dinner every couple of weeks, and being much
younger than my boss and his wife, they acted rather like surrogate parents
to me. Having been fostered as a kid and having no real parents of my own,
I was more than happy to accept the attention. I didn't get to spend any
time alone with Alex, but just to see him was enough for the moment. I
longed for the day I could babysit him again, but for a long time it looked
like I wouldn't be asked.

It was a small firm, the company I worked for. We were a close-knit little
community, and when one of our number, the boss' assistant Fabian, decided
to leave we were all a bit upset. He was going to set up his own studio,
and Mike was generous enough to let him leave with his computer, and the
offer of his old job back if things didn't work out. Of course, that left a
bit of a hole in the team, and I was shocked to discover that Fabian had
recommended me for the post. I didn't think I was the right candidate, but
discovered that my colleagues all thought I was a shoe-in for it, and none
of them were even going to bother going up againt me. So, only a couple of
days after we learned that Fabian was going, I became Deputy Director of
Cosine Arts.

That changed the dynamic of my relationship with Mike, too. Suddenly I was
his friend, his confidant. He still treated me somewhat like a son he doted
over, but we were a lot closer than ever before. It was about that time,
too, that I decided that I'd saved enough to buy a place of my own, and
when I mentioned this to Mike his face lit up straight away.

'I know just the place!' he said, 'Just around the corner from me. It's a
friend selling, and I'm sure he'd do you a good deal. Needs a bit of work,
but it's just what you need.'

I wasn't so sure. Mike lived in a rather smart part of town, and there
wasn't anything I knew of in the area which was cheap enough for me to even
dream of owning, but I agreed to have a look.

In fact, we went straight after work that evening. I was surprised to
discover that there were indeed small houses in the area, and Mike's
friend's place was one of them. It was a two bedroom semi, part of a house
which was originally much larger, but had been divided into two - quite
uneven - chunks. The smaller chunk was the house for sale. Mike was right
about the work needed, too. It was delapidated, the result of several years
of neglect by his friend, an artist who didn't even live in the place. It
was fine, though, when you looked beyond the cosmetic updating. Beneath the
decades old wallpaper and the peeling paint, it was a very solid place, and
when I heard the asking price I almost swallowed my tongue. Yes, it was
still at the top end of my budget, but that it was within my budget at all
was a wonder, and before I'd left, placing ultimate trust in Mike's friend,
I had made him an offer and had it accepted.

As with all house buying activity in the UK, though, it took a good six
weeks before I go my hands on the keys, even though there was no chain and
I had my finances in place. I got the keys on a Thursday and hired a van
for the Saturday to take my meagre possesions from the flat to the new
place. Mike insisted on helping, and brought Alex with him, much to my
pleasure. We spent only a few hours in the morning getting everything from
the flat into the house, which seemed very empty with my stuff in it. When
Alex heard I was headed to Ikea he informed me he was coming with me. His
father immediately apologised for Alex's forthrightness, but I waved the
apologies away, saying that I would be glad for the help. So, off we set in
search of furniture.

First on the list was a bed. Alex went round testing matresses for me, and
told me when he found the one he wanted me to get. I asked why he thought I
should get that particular one, and instead of answering directly he
beckoned me closer, then whispered in my ear,

'Because I like it and I'm going to be in it lots!'

He almost wet himself laughing at my blushing cheeks, rolling around on the
bed and holding his sides. Seeing him like that I really wanted to ravish
him there and then, but I knew it would have to wait.

The rest of the trip was great fun. I'd never thought furniture shopping
could possibly be an enjoyable experience, but Alex made it one with his
enthusiasm and his fooling around. We were there for another couple of
hours before we could load the van up and get home. Shifting the boxes into
the house took another half an hour, and as soon as we were done, Alex
decreed that we were going to set up the bed first.

It took us a little while, but as soon as the matress was on, Alex jumped
on and lay back, knees bent and feet flat on the bed a foot or so from his
arse. He let his legs fall open and one hand went to his crotch, where a
lump was already beginning to show in his jeans.

'Come on then,' he said, 'let's try it out!'

I could hardly refuse an offer like that, and fell down next to him, my
hand going straight to his fly and pulling at the button. The zip followed,
and then my hand was inside his pants, pulling out his shaft and massaging
it. I dropped to the floor on my knees, and pulled down his jeans and
pants, leeaving them bunched at his ankles on top of his trainers, then got
between his legs and started fellating him. After a little while he stopped
me and pushed me off, but it was only to lift his feet up so that he could
drape them over my back. I knew immediately what he wanted, he wanted me to
rim him, and I was happy to oblige. After the first time I'd not had a
chance to do it again, and I worried that he might not want me to. But this
was a clear sign, and I dived in, lapping at his hole and then slowly
beginning to press my tongue inwards. Alex writhed unhderneath me,
sometimes arching his back and breaking the contact, but always urging me
to return when he realised what had happened. Slowly, over the course of
maybe ten minutes, I opened his pucker wide enough to do something I had
thought about for a long time. Sucking a finger into my mouth and making
sure it was well coated with saliva, I pushed it against his hole and felt
it make easy entry. The beauty of our position was that I could reach his
dick with my mouth too, and I did so, sucking him in as I flexed the finger
in his backside, pushing it in and pulling it out, twisting it around,
loosening him even more. I didn't want to fuck him, not yet, but I thought
if he could get used to having something in his arse it would ease my
passage in future.

Alex didn't seem to care too much abojut the digit in his backside, and
judging my his reaction he was enjoying the blow job. I found out
afterwards that it didn't excite him a lot, but he didn't mind the
feeling. While I was doing it, though, all I knew was that Alex was in
absolute heaven, squirming about until he came in my mouth with a jolt.

When he was recovered, Alex looked up at me with a grin.

'Lie down on the bed, pants off,' was the order, and I couldn't refuse. He
pulled up his pants and jeans as I was getting ready, then sat across my
knees, hands in my lap, wrapped around the dripping wet shaft of my
penis. He wanked me slowly, teasingly for a few moments, before shifting
down so that he could look me in the eye while he sucked me off. It was an
act of devotion, and a hugely erotic one at that. What really blew my mind,
though, was that when I warned Alex I was about to shoot, he simply sucked
harder, then left his mouth over the end of my dick as I spurted. He had to
swallow twice, but it all went down, not a drop wasted. He even leant down
and sucked up a late dribble, running the point of his tongue around inside
my foreskin, giving me pleasure so strong it hurt.

Alex couldn't stay the night, unfortunately, but he was back the next day
to help me start the decorating. It was going to be a long, involved job
getting the house just as I wanted, but I was hoping to blitz one room at a
time. Alex of course insisted that my bedroom was first, and came with me
to the DIY store to help choose the colour, once again using his logic that
he was going to see a lot of it, so he ought to have a say.

Making a compromise with an opinionated eleven year old boy about the
colour of your bedroom is not a job for the faint of heart. Alex tried very
hard to insist that the walls were painted a shade of red that was best
described as 'Man Utd red', his motives for doing so quite clear. I, on the
other hand, wanted something a little more relaxing. In the end, we
compromised, with a deep red for the lower half of the room, and some sort
of shade related to calico for the top half. I stocked up on all those
things you never need when you don't own your own place, such as paint
rollers and brushes, and come the time to pay we had a hefty bill to
settle. I groaned inwardly when I saw how much it was going to cost me, but
Alex was having such a fun time it made things a little easier to swallow.

I had thought Alex's enthusiasm for decorating would be fairly limited, but
he was more than happy to keep going all afternoon. We had the radio on in
the room, listening to the football commentary on the BBC, Chelsea vs Spurs
I think. I remember Alex pulling faces when Chelsea scored - at the time,
they were United's main rivals for the Premiership, so they were enemy
number one. Out energy couldn't last forever, though, and by about five in
the afternoon we decided enough was enough. We'd done most of the room, and
only had to do a bit of glosswork here and there, and get a sanding machine
in to do the floorboards when I had time.

I noticed a few flecks of paint on Alex's face, and asked if he wanted to
take a shower. He agreed, but only on one condition - that I join him. I
pretended to think about it for a few seconds, and Alex, knowing full well
that I would agree, tackled me with a shout, bearing me to the ground and
planting light punches all over my chest. I glanced down at his crotch and
was pleased to see a fairly serious protruberance. Alex's eyes followed
mine, then he looked up at me and grinned the grin of a very horny boy.

The shower was the only part of the house I had no intention of
replacing. It was a glorious old concoction of copper pipework leading to a
shower head which flooded you with gallons of water each minute. Its
brilliance was only added to by the wet room in which it was housed, tiled
in slightly tacky (but ultimately quite pimping) white marble. Alex had
thrown his clothes off in the corridor, abandoning them with uninhibited
flamboyance, one step short of giving me a striptease. He stood in the
middle of the room, hugging his sides and hopping from foot to foot on the
cold marble. I quickly got the hot water running, and as soon as it began
to steam Alex was straight underneath. His erection had almost entirely
subsided by now, but it returned with vigour as my hands bagan to massage
shampoo into his hair. I was standing in front of him, and the tip of my
hard shaft brushed against his chest, prompting the closed-eyed boy to
reach out and grab it, running his hands up and down, not really wanking me
but massaging instead.

When we'd washed the shampoo out of his hair I grabbed the shower gel and
poured a healthy amount into my hands, rubbing it into a lather before
applying it to his shoulders. I moved around behind him, hugging him close
as I ran my hands over his gorgeous young form. It looked increadibly
erotic to see his skin glistening beneath a layer of water, suds running
down and giving his tanned upper half the highlight it desrved. He
shuddered as I ran my hands down his torso, one continuing on to stroke
softly up the length of his penis, the other dipping round bewteen us to
dive into the soft valley between his cheeks. I started a slow, soapy wank
with my left hand, the middle finger of my right finding his pucker and
pressing inwards, its entry eased by the soap.

All the time, my penis was like rock, and demanding attention. I pulled the
finger free from Alex's behind and bent slightly to lodge my shaft between
the cheeks. I let it rub up and down, trapped in the hot, soapy confines of
his crack, as I continued to stroke him. My excitement got the better of
me, and I let the head dip slightly, pushing up against his tight pucker. I
could feel it stretching slightly to accomodate me, but suddenly Alex was
pulling away from me, shaking his head. He turned round and gave me a
little scowl, but soon the smile was back on his face, as he dropped to his
knees in front of me and went to work with his mouth, his little arm
bouncing back and forth, scattering soaps suds, as he wanked himself while
he sucked me off. He pulled off me as I came, wanking me and letting my
seed spray across his chest and tummy, laughing at the sight of me with my
head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth wide in ecstacy.

We washed off quickly, the water beginning to run cold, and I lovingly
wrapped the boy in a huge towel, rubbing him dry. He was finished with sexy
games, which was just as well since it was time he went home. He wanted to
stay the night with me, but understood that he couldn't, at least this
time.

Alex became a regular presence at my house as it was renovated. His
enthusiam pushed the project forward when I began to lose interest, and six
months down the line I was finally able to call the job done. Alex, by now
beginning to hit his growth spurt at nearly 12 years old, told me one day
in absolute confidence that he was seeing a girl from school, that they
were an item. I was gutted, haertbroken, but hid it from him, not wanting
him to feel bad about playing around as he grew up. I realised that, to
him, what we had was a game, nothing more. It was a game without feelings
attached, too, and without an understanding of its severity on his part. He
didn't mean to be cruel, I understood, even though that's how it had turned
out. He was just a growing boy, and from what I was told in giggling,
hushed tones, was getting his rocks off elsewhere.

It would be nearly a year after the revelation of his attached status
before I would know Alex in the intimate way I had done before. He had gone
through a string of girlfriends - it appeared that his geek status, once he
had gone to secondary school, had been transformed into magic babe-magnet
status, and he was having little relationships left right and centre. All
part of growing up healthily, I told myself.

He was at my house one Friday evening - we still hung out together from
time to time. I was his big brother figure, and he still had a key to my
house, letting himself in when he wanted. I even found him there with a
girl once, and quickly made it clear that was not acceptible
behaviour. Anyway, he'd come round to hang out with me, play a bit of Wii,
that sort of thing. By then, the Wii was a little bit old hat, but we still
had fun punching the crap out of each other on the boxing game.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Alex floored me with a question.

'You're gay, right?'

He asked it in a flippant, off hand way, but there was something else being
asked beneath the surface. If he hadn't worked that out by now, he was
either very stupid (which I knew he wasn't) or living in denial. I wasn't
really sure how to answer, but didn't think he'd accept any bullshit. He
never did.

'Uh, yeah, I suppose so. Yes.'

'Oh, right. Cool,' came the answer.

Cool? That was a strnage thing to say. I was mulling it over in my head,
continuing to box while I thought of something to say, but Alex beat me to
it.

'There's this gay guy at school. Everyone's really horrible to him.'

I felt a raft of old emotions coming to the surface. Anger, humiliation,
shame, frustration. I'd been outed by someone when I was at school, and it
had made my life a living hell.

'Do you join in?'

'No. Well, not really. I don't tell them not to do it. My dad says that's
just as bad.'

I nodded.

'Some people think that, yeah. I don't know. I wouldn't make yourself a
target if I were you. I don't blame you for keeping quiet.'

'They still call me gay for not joining in, you know.'

For the life of me, I don't know why I responded in the manner in which I
did:

'Well, are they wrong?'

Alex looked sideways at me, then dropped the Wii controls and lunged for
me. It was good natured, but he was turning into a well-built young lad,
and the momentum took us both to the floor. We wrestled around for a bit,
until I was trapped with him lying on my stomach. I took a moment to get my
breath back, and only then noticed a rather familiar hardness pressing into
my lower stomach. I grinned up at Alex, and, blushing slightly, he returned
the smile. We were so close, nose-to-nose, and it took no effort at all to
lean up and plant a kiss on his soft, red lips. Alex let out a muffled cry
of surprise, but then melted into me and returned the kiss with interest.
His girlfriends had clearly taught him well, and as the kiss grew more and
more passionate his hips began to grind.

When finally we parted, Alex and I were both out of breath. He gave me a
warm smile, then lay his head on my shoulder. I reached round to place my
hands on his bum cheeks and held him possessively.

'Will you come to bed with me?' I whispered, running a hand down into his
crack. Slowly, deliberately, he nodded his head...