Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2003 23:32:40 -0800
From: lapland@cyber-rights.net
Subject: Schoolboy dare 03

The boys listened to the sound of the vagrant making his way down the hall.
They heard the slamming of the doors to the stairwell.  Silence fell over
them gently like a thick blanket.

Neither boy moved.  David lay in an exhausted heap on the mats, still bound
by the wrists.  Lee stayed motionless behind the old vaulting horse.  Both
were straining to hear any hint of the man's return.

Seconds, minutes perhaps, past like hours.

Lee crept out of hiding and tip-toed over to where David lay.  He touched
him lightly on the arm.

"Wha... oh fuck!  Oh Jesus!"  David flinched, trying to curl into a ball
with his eyes close.

"It's me, it's me, it's me!  It's Lee." He said, sitting down on the mats
and stroking David's arm.

David didn't reply.  Lee sat beside him in the darkness, softly stroking
the arm of his friend.  "I saw what happened."

"Does it hurt?"

David remained silent.  He simply couldn't think of any response.  He was
numb.

Lee scooted behind David and started wrestling with the knot.  He was
kneeling in a patch of cold gloop, perhaps cum that had leaked out.  It was
hard to loosen the rope in the darkness, but eventually it came free.
David sat up, rubbing his wrists.  The two of them sat side by side.

For you and me, dear reader, it would probably be time to get dressed again
and go home.  Party over.  But that's not quite how the minds of these two
boys work.  You and I might have found their experience an ordeal.  Lee has
just been sucked off and had a man's finger up his butt.  David has just
been royally fucked to a point where he and his attacker came in unison.
He has just lost his virginity, been heartily shocked, abused and used.
Enough of an experience for one night you might think.  But our boys see it
a little differently.  This strange night has been a sort of rite of
passage.  David had locked his sexual fantasies away through timidity.  Lee
had simply never imagined such things were possible.  For both of them the
tramp had unlocked their sexualities with a golden key.  As if this was not
heady enough, both boys fancied one another.  For Lee to see David's ordeal
has broken down his conviction that the older boy would never, ever, in a
million years do the stuff he has dreamed about.

In the darkness Lee, his hands trembling a little, holds out the rope
towards David and whispers:

"Do it to me."

David's eyes flash in the half-light.  If he wasn't so sore he'd have to
pinch himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming.  The twelve year old is lying
flat on his stomach on the mats, putting his wrists behind him.  He is all
bear back and thighs: white buttocks in the dim moonlight.  He is so young.

David straddles the boy and wraps the rope around his wrists.  He makes it
tight -- sees the boy's fingers splay out.  He knots it over and over.
There will be no wriggling out.  A few seconds was all it took for Lee to
go from the comforting friend to the helpless captive.

"You wanna play a game?"

David turns Lee onto his back, his hands now trapped under him, his
buttocks slightly lifted off the mat as a result.  He sees that Lee is
hard.  His little pecker is sticking up at a crazy angle.  He looks so
vulnerable.  David fulfills hundreds of wet dreams by wrapping his fingers
around Lee's shaft.  It feels incredible, both hard as a rock as he
squeezes, yet sheathed in the most delicate soft skin.  David drags the
foreskin back and Lee's little cherry pops out.  He leans forward and
sticks his tongue out.  He touches tongue to cock-head with the gentlest of
touches.  Then licks round it with three heavy slurps.

"You are in my power.  You can beg but it will do you no good..." he
whispers.

Lee is completely hairless.  David licks right down along the shaft, licks
in such a way to make the little cock twang back against Lee's firm stomach
a couple of times.  Licks all over the tight ball-sack with its walnut
ridges and central line.  He wraps fingers around the tiny balls and gently
pulls.  The cock levers outwards.  He takes it into his mouth and sucks as
the man had sucked him, sucking and swirling his tongue.  Lee is writhing
around, his legs kicking a little like a baby frog.  His blond hair is a
mess on the mat.

David is rock hard himself.  He struggles with Lee, pulling him into a new
position with the boy's head in his crotch.

"Suck me."

Lee's mouth is so very hot, so slippery and so, what dear reader -- help me
here.... Virginal.  As David crams his cock into the boy's mouth it feels
so wrong -- it ought not to be, it was not made to suck such a thing.  And
it feels all the better for it.

David can feel the tightness in his balls.  He is getting so close and he
wants to pump Lee full of his juice -- but he pulls him off instead.

"I am gunna fuck you Lee."

He turns the little boy over again, pulls him up into the same position he
was in earlier.  Lee's face and chest are on the rough mat -- his butt is
sticking up in the air, his hands are useless behind his back.

David rubs his fingers over his own butt-crack -- still wet from the
fucking he was given.  He rubs a slippery finger-tip around Lee's puckered
hole.  Lee is groaning.

"Naaah.  Huugh."

David's finger presses.  It pops in.

"Oh fuck."

Deeper, twisting.

"That hurts!" -- an urgent whisper.

David smears himself with the semen of the tramp, He shuffles into
position.  Lee has begun to think this wasn't such a good idea.

"Dave -- wait a bit..."

David aims his cock meat at the hole.  He places the tip against it.  Lee
is trying to wriggle away.  He holds him tight.  He pushes.

"No, fuck.  Oh shit David you are too big."

He pushes.  Lee's eyes open wide.  His ring is being prized apart by the
cock.  It is giving way.  The cock-head is in.

"Wait... wait let me..."

A fourteen year old is not going to wait I'm afraid.

Lee feels David's entire length drive into him.  His face grinds along the
mat.

David pulls out, almost to the tip.  Drives in.

"Ngghuuuuh"

Out.  In.  Out.  In.  He begins a tempo.

Despite the pain Lee is squirming as much with pleasure as with pain.  The
deeper David pushes, the more Lee wants to cum.  His little balls are
tight.  His cock is bursting.

There they are, dear reader, a twelve year old and a fourteen year old.
This is what young rutting looks like.  I guess we would willingly swap
places with either of them, despite the roughness, wouldn't we.

Oh and the way these boys cum!  Lee looks way too young to be able to shoot
that far.  He doesn't shoot a great volume, but he shoots with such power.
Deep inside him David is gushing out like a torrent.  Lee can feel the
spurts that wrack his buddy.  He is thinking to himself: "I've been fucked!
I've been fucked!"  This has become the most important moment of his young
life.

Both boys flop over onto the mats, still wrapped together.

"Man, that was wicked."

"Did I hurt you?"

"A little."

"You came real hard!"

The night has covered them again.  They enjoy simply lying soft skin next
to soft skin.

At last David unties our little friend.  They stumble about to retrieve
David's clothes.  David leads the way through the dark corridors downstairs
to get Lee's bundle and both of them struggle back into their clothes and
trainers.  They exit through the kitchen doors back into the night.

"See ya tomorrow Lee."

"Yeah, see ya."

We fly up again above the London streets.  Traffic is starting to build on
the motorway.  Lights are on in some of the houses.  Two boys are running
in different directions through the streets and underpasses.  And you and
I, dear reader, had better go our different ways too.  Until we meet again.

So as we fly our different electronic ways David has reached home.  He has
crept back to bed exhausted, exhilarated and, would you believe it, hard
again.  His head is full of wild imaginings, dear reader, perhaps like you
and I.  As he pulls the duvet over him and gently feels around his butt to
assess the damage; he knows this is not the beginning of the end of the
story.  It is, should we say, only the end of the beginning....

Dear reader -- if you like this little story please email me with comments,
suggestions or little pictures to stir my turgid imagination.  Love to you.
Lapland@cyber-rights.net