Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 23:23:35 +0100
From: Dave James <davej26@googlemail.com>
Subject: Quick young Andrew

All this took place in the 1970s. I know what people say about
memory fading with time; but believe me, this memory will
never fade!

I was a 25 year-old Oxbridge Classics graduate - never mind
whether Oxford or Cambridge - and a cricket Blue. In the lazy
fashion of those days, I'd decided to teach Latin and Greek at
a minor Public School. It gave me plenty of time to play Minor
County cricket - and to pursue my dream of becoming a
professional in the First Class game. Unfortunately, injury
intervened during my second year at the school. I managed to
practically destroy the anterior cruciate ligaments in both of
my knees during an indoor net session with a First Class
county club.

As well as academic teaching, I was the school's cricket
coach. Being single, I had accommodation at the school, and
was available to coach day boys and boarders at any time. I
normally ran sessions for the day boys immediately after
school on weekdays and for the boarders at practically any
time - often over the weekend. They preferred a net to Chapel
on a Sunday!

Whilst I knew which end of a bat was which, I had been a fast
bowler. I was therefore constantly on the lookout for quick
bowling talent in the school.

I found one! His name was Andrew; and at the time I am writing
about, he was 13 years old. He was a boarder in one of the
junior houses, about at the age of 14 to move up into one of
the senior ones. That was Tudor House - where I had my
accommodation.

This lad had massive potential. He was slim and athletic, with
a graceful action, accurate with considerable pace. He was
good and fast enough to have already played for the Colts XI -
three years above his age group.

I ran nets at the end of the Easter holidays. Boarders playing
or verging on playing for the First or Second XI were allowed
to return to their houses ten days early. Day boys all lived
fairly near and just made their own way to the school. I felt
it was time for Andrew to come to these sessions, with a view
to his playing a game or two for the Second XI. I told him so,
and his eyes lit up. "You serious sir? I'd need to get my
parents to allow me to come back early." I explained that
there was no problem - and no fee - there. He was delighted.
The first net session came along - no Andrew. The second day,
he wasn't there either. I made enquiries, and found that he'd
fallen off his bike and had a hairline crack in his
collarbone.

At the end of nets on the third day, I was just leaving the
field when I saw him sitting on a bench in front of the
pavilion. He was wearing cricket whites. I walked over to him
and said, "Hi Andrew, Surprised to see you here. Thought you
were injured."

"I am, Sir" he replied. "But I came along to watch. I thought
I might to be able to bat a bit?"

"I dunno", I said. Perhaps we'll take a bit of advice from the
school nurse. What's your doctor said?" His head dropped.
"Three weeks no shoulder or arm exercise", he said
disconsolately.

As he was looking down, I noticed his eyelashes - not for the
first time! They were the longest I had ever seen on a boy.
Then he raised his head and looked at me. There were tears in
the corners of his eyes. "It wouldn't do any harm would it,
Sir?". "We'll ask Nurse." I said.

He had the most beautiful eyes. They were large and clear,
pale blue, with slight flecks in them. They were gorgeous. In
fact Andrew was gorgeous. He had ash-blond collar length hair,
curling slightly at the ends. His complexion was slightly
freckled, especially at the tops of his cheeks and had a
small, slightly upturned nose. Beneath that, his rosebud lips
were as perfect as any girl's; full, moist and ruby-red. He
had lovely white teeth.

I suddenly felt my dick beginning to harden. That surprised
me. I'd never been attracted to boys.

"OK. Let's go and see Nurse" I said.

We did. The result was that as he had injured himself about 10
days previously, she told him he could take part gently in the
last four days or so of nets.

After we'd left her office, I'll never know why I did it, but
I asked him what his plans were for the rest of the day. He
said he hadn't any. India were playing Australia, and I had
Sky on my television. I asked him if he'd like to watch for a
while. His eyes lit up. "Oh, yes please! Do I need to get
changed first?" I didn't see why he needed to. In fact I saw
one very good reason why he shouldn't. His whites were not
like today's. They were rather more figure-hugging, and showed
off his pert, rounded buns to perfection. The outline of his
boy package was pretty clear too. Though for the first time, I
noticed that in Andrew's case it was more of a young man's
package! Beneath his shirt, I could see his nipples pressing
against the thin material. Strangely, they looked erect!

We walked to my rooms and I turned the TV on. Play was in
progress. I asked him if he'd like a drink and a snack, since
we'd be missing school tea. The reply was obvious, so I went
to my little kitchen and made a couple of cheese sandwiches
and took a couple of pork pies and two Cokes from the fridge.

I took the meager feast into the living room, and found Andrew
sitting right in the middle of my sofa, and my only armchair
was full of books and papers. OK, I could have moved them, I
suppose . . .

I didn't. I put the snack on the coffee table and sat next to
him. There wasn't much room. In fact, our legs were only a
couple of inches apart. We ate the food and watched some
fairly engrossing cricket.

After about fifteen minutes, I felt the faintest hint of
pressure on my leg from his leg, and my stomach leaped. Then
the leg was gone. But I glanced down to my left, and there was
a slight but clear tenting at the front of his trousers, and
his legs were parted more than they had been. My cock was
growing, and I just couldn't help being aroused. This was
something completely new - but boy, was I enjoying it!

There was a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table with my
lighter. I asked Andrew whether he minded if I smoked. "It's
your place, Sir. You can do anything here." And he looked me
straight in the eyes and gave me a sweet smile. I swear he
fluttered his eyelashes. My heart was pounding. Was he really
coming on? This was so new, I just didn't know.

I leaned across him slightly to pick up the cigarettes and
lighter. As I straightened up, I dropped the lighter. It fell
between his legs, just inches from his cock and balls. He made
no attempt to retrieve it. He just looked straight at the
screen. So I reached for it. On the way, my fingertips
slightly brushed the top of his thigh. I picked up the
lighter, and my little finger "inadvertently"ran very gently -
just the faintest caress - along the underside of his cock. It
was more than slightly hard! Andrew shuddered and an intake of
breath hissed through those lovely lips. My groin was on fire
now. I was rapidly getting really hard. My 7 inches were
straining against my tracksuit trousers. He turned and smiled,
gazing straight into my eyes again. I was in turmoil; as horny
as I'd ever been, but very aware this was wrong. He kept his
eyes on mine, and slowly, his face came closer and closer.
Mine moved towards his, neither of us saying a word. I could
feel his sweet, moist breath and impulsively, I kissed him. It
was no more than a delicate brush of my lips against his; but
it felt amazing. Those lips were so warm, soft and moist. My
balls seemed to leap and my stomach lurched. Then suddenly, he
whimpered slightly and shivered. He put his hand behind my
head and pulled my face slowly to his. Our lips met,
delicately at first. I softly brushed my tongue across his
slightly open mouth and his lips parted. Soon our tongues met
and we were kissing long and passionately.

Andrew took my hand and gently placed it over his cock. I
squeezed it softly through his trousers and ran my thumb
across the top. He gasped, and said, " Please, please! Take
them off!" Before I could move, he'd ripped his trousers down
to his knees, and kicked his trainers off. I finished the job
for him and tossed the trousers onto the pile of books in the
armchair.

Then he took off his top. I looked at him in awe. He had a
body as gorgeous as his face. It was completely hairless apart
from soft down on his forearms and a small tuft of sandy pubic
hair. He was slim, toned, with flawless skin and red erect
nipples. His legs were slender and as shapely as any girl's.
His cock was absolutely perfect. It was uncut and nearly six
inches, straining towards his navel, with his foreskin half
exposing his engorged knob. It was almost purple in contrast
to his skin, and pre cum oozed from the end. I'm cut, and the
only foreskins I had seen before had been on soft cocks. This
was so different. I put my arm around his shoulders, and
mindful of his collarbone, pulled him gently to me.

We kissed again, then I began to stroke his chest, just
brushing my fingertips lightly across the smooth skin. His
nipples now were really erect. I took one between finger and
thumb and gently squeezed it. He moaned and shuddered. I
sucked it, running my tongue across the tip, and he squirmed
and began breathing quickly.

Suddenly, he pulled away. I was startled. But I need not have
worried. He spoke for the first time. "This isn't fair: you're
dressed!" Then he giggled and pulled at the top of my
tracksuit bottoms. He put his had inside, and located by
raging dick. I was wearing a jockstrap, and the head was
protruding well over the top. He pulled the jock down,
together with the trousers, as far as my ankles. I kicked them
off.

Andrew gazed at my dick. "Wow, it's so big and hard!". Then he
reached out and encircled the shaft with his soft, warm
fingers and began slowly and gently jerking me. "Now your top"
he murmured. That was soon off and we were stark naked. We
kissed again - a long lingering one with tongues exploring
thoroughly. The feel of his beautiful soft flesh against me
was unbelievable. He put his left leg over my right thigh and
turned into me so that our rock-hard dicks were touching. We
rubbed them against each other, and it was just so sexy I
thought I'd shoot; so I pulled away. He looked hurt. I said,
"Don't worry. I need a break or I'll cum all over you!"

I laid him on his back and just looked at his beauty. He had
his feet flat on the sofa with his knees raised. I could
almost see his pucker beneath his smooth hairless ball sac. I
moved forward and took his dick in my hand. I rubbed it up and
down gently, then pulled his foreskin right back. His knob
looked so full of blood it would burst. I ran my tongue over
it and he moaned and said, "Yes,Yes!" I took the end into my
mouth, keeping my tongue swirling across the top, and sucking
gently. It felt strange; but fantastic. I wondered how much of
it I could get in there.. Pre-cum was leaking into my mouth
and the taste surprised me. It was as lovely as Andrew.

I took more and more of his dick into my mouth, and he began
to rock his hips, practically fucking my mouth.  I ran my hand
under his ball sac, gently stroking the tender skin between
there and his pucker. He fucked my mouth more urgently, and I
almost gagged.. He was panting and moaning and I found my
finger at the rim of his pucker. I ran my fingers around it,
then put my forefinger at the opening and put a little
pressure on it. His hips bucked, and he yelled, "God, Yes,
yes, yes !". Then I felt him shooting into my mouth. There was
spurt after spurt, and each time his cock jerked. He must have
shot at least four or five lots of sperm juice. I swallowed
the lot!

To be continued . . .