Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2008 00:05:12 +0100
From: Dave James <davej26@googlemail.com>
Subject: Quick Young Andrew 4

I really didn't know what to say or do. All my life, I'd been a total
hetero. Now I'd either been seduced by or seduced a boy. I wasn't sure
which. I just said, "Of course I've enjoyed it: but it's wrong. From now
on, it'll just be cricket. OK?"  His eyes misted, but he said, "All right.
I think I understand." We finished the food, and I said, "Right.  I'll
sleep on the settee. You can have the bed. Time for you to go now." He took
me by the hand, and just said, "Thank you for everything, Dave. Good
night." Then he walked off to my bedroom.

I turned the TV on and lay on the settee, watching some awful film or
other.  After about half an hour, I turned the set and lamp off and settled
down to sleep. All I had to cover myself with was my dressing gown. As I
was dropping off, all I could see in my mind's eye was Andrew. His lithe,
slim body with nothing more than downy pale hairs on his legs and his small
sandy pubic tuft: his bright red nipples: his gorgeous cock and ball sac:
his pert buns and lovely pucker -- and most of all, his freckles, blue eyes
and full, moist red lips. I dozed: and I dreamed -- of Andrew.

I was suddenly aware that I wasn't alone. The most amazingly sweet breath
swept across my nose and mouth. Then even sweeter lips caressed mine, and a
tongue gently penetrated my mouth. "Hi! I couldn't sleep without you" said
Andrew. I tried to say "Go back to bed." All I managed was "Hi!" He removed
my dressing gown and said, "Please come on to the carpet." I slid off the
sofa, and he was lying there completely naked. I flicked on the lamp, and
looked at him. He was absolutely beautiful. I'd never seen anything like
it. His body seemed to shimmer. His cock was so hard, and the head was
almost purple. His lips were so moist they seemed to be crying, and he
thrust them towards me and our tongues began exploring urgently. "Please
don't send me away again" he said. "I wept for ages next door!" Then he
took hold of my left nipple and first caressed then squeezed it. Then he
took it in his mouth and sucked it. My cock and balls were on fire. He took
my right forefinger and placed it again between his ball sac and pucker.
"Stroke me there, please, Dave" he said. "I won't say what I said last
time!"

So I did. His balls twitched, and I moved my finger to his pucker. It was
moist. I guessed he'd put some lubrication there. I was right! "That's KY"
he chuckled. I gently massaged his rim, then slowly put my finger inside
and gradually explored. It went in up to the knuckle very easily. So I put
two fingers in, and massaged his chute. "I want you in there!" he gasped --
and produced from nowhere the tube of KY jelly. He squeezed it, and rubbed
the jelly over my dick. Then he sat astride me and guided my dick into his
tube. It slid in up to the hilt, and I fucked him as hard as I could. I
knew I'd hit his prostate when he began screaming, "Yes! Yes! I Love You!"
I came like I never had before. Unusually, there was no instant comedown. I
still felt the same way towards him. He'd shot sperm all over my chest and
was still high, too. He kissed me and said, "Dave, can I make love to you
now?"

That was something new for me. A couple of girlfriends had explored my tube
-- but only gently: they'd never found my hot spot. But, I don't know why,
I just said, "Yes please!"

He asked me to lie on my back. He produced the KY again and rubbed it over
his dick. I just had to suck it and licked his piss slit, savouring the
jelly, mixed with his pre-cum. Then he rubbed KY all around my arse. He put
my legs up around his shoulders and began playing with the lips of my
pucker. It was heaven. One finger went in, then two. "Come on!" I said
"Please do it!" I felt his beautiful young cock start to penetrate me. It
didn't hurt. I pushed down, and suddenly, he hit my prostate. I was in
heaven, "Fuck me!" I shouted. And he did. His rod pumped furiously, and
very soon, we both exploded.

Afterwards, we lay side by side, cuddling each other. "Dave" he said "You
said no more sex: just coaching. Yes?" I looked at that beautiful boy and
said, "Well: maybe we might be able to come to some form of compromise.
Then he kissed me. My only form of compromise would now be to stop those
bastards who had been abusing him. And that would not be a very friendly
compromise!