Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2011 13:57:06 +0100
From: Jase <jojaskod@gmail.com>
Subject: Scotts Banana in his pyjamas, part 2

Usual stuff! This work depicts adult males in sexual situations with
underage males. If this offends you do not read this story. All events
depicted in this story are purely of a fictional nature and any resemblance
to people living or dead is coincidence.

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"SCOTT'S BANANA IN HIS PYJAMAS"

PART TWO


I kissed him again. He kissed back, allowing my tongue to explore his
mouth. I could feel him getting hard through his shorts, and I was
definitely hard -- almost bursting my boxers!

Suddenly, he stopped kissing me. He looked me in the eyes.

"Mike," he said, "can we go upstairs?"

I looked at him. "What for?" I asked, looking dumb.

"Do you have to ask?" he said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, you are 13 and I am a lot older than you, and I am not sure..." I
began to say, and Scott put his finger over my mouth.

"Look, I want to see your cock, and I want you to suck me off", he said.

I laughed and went to bite his finger. "You are a little charmer! You say
the most romantic things!!"

Scott pulled his finger away, and reached down and felt my hard cock.

"Well?" he asked.

I stood, picking him up. He put his legs around me, clasping his hand
behind my neck.

"Come on then", I said, "I'm game if you are". I carried him up the stairs.
Scott stared into my eyes all the way.

"Will you suck me off?" he asked.

"If you want me to," I said, "but only if you want me to".

"Do you want to suck me?" he said, holding his head on one side.

By now we had got to my bedroom. I dropped him on the bed.

"You bet!" I said, "Nothing would give me greater pleasure!"

He lay on the bed looking up at me. God, he was gorgeous! Blonde hair, blue
eyes, long eyelashes, beautiful pink lips, just parted so you could see his
lovely white teeth. Football kit -- his black shorts, tented with his hard
on, and football socks. I nearly came without touching myself!

I lay down beside him. I gently kissed him and he kissed me back. My hands
went down his chest and I slipped them up inside his shirt, gently running
my hands over his tummy and up to his chest, tickling his nipples. Scott
groaned in pleasure. After waiting to see him in the football kit, my next
aim was to get it off him! I took the shirt and lifted it up. Scott lifted
his arms to allow me to take it off. He was beautiful! His torso was white,
hairless, his plink nipples sticking out, and the cutest belly button. I
kissed each nipple, licking his chest and then tracing my tongue all the
way down to his belly button. Scott was now arching his back, and holding
my head, pushing me down further towards his groin.

Scott's shorts were now well and truly tented, and although they were
black, I could see a damp patch where he was starting to ooze precum.

"Mike -- pleeease -- suck it!!!!" he groaned.

I couldn't deny him, or myself, any longer. I lifted his backside up and
pulled the shorts down. His cock sprang out as the shorts passed over it.
It was beautiful! About 5 inches long, thin, uncut, nestled in a bit of
pubic hair and shaped like -- a banana! I smiled at Scott.

"You really have got a banana in your pyjamas!", I said.

Scott smiled at me -- "You like?" he asked.

"I love it!" I replied, and with that I started to lick it. I licked all
the way up his shaft, and slobbered all over the tip, holding it in my hand
and pushing tongue around the slit. He smelt of sweat and cum -- he hadn't
washed himself properly -- but that just added to the excitement! He was in
heaven -- I looked at his face -- his eyes were rolling in his head, in pure
pleasure. I really wanted him to enjoy this, as I knew he wanted this as
much as I did. I licked his little balls, and my tongue went down towards
his hole -- I pushed my tongue in there a bit, and he squirmed even more.

"Miiikkke -- pleeeeeaaase!!!!" he shouted.

I came up for air then went down his boy cock, taking it all in my mouth
and down my throat. It fitted perfectly! Scott held my head and started to
face fuck me. I knew he wouldn't last long, and I felt him tense. Part of
me wanted to watch him cum, but the major part of me (and the part that
won!) wanted to take all his boy cum and swallow it. And he came ... and came
..and came!! Shot after shot hit my the back of my throat. I didn't realise
one so young could cum so much! The taste was beautiful, and I sucked him
dry, swallowing all of it.

Scott started to go soft in my mouth and I came off him, kissing his
beautiful cock as I did so. I looked down at him -- naked except for his
football socks! He smiled up at me. Jesus, he was something else!

"I want to see your cock" he said.

"With pleasure!" I replied.

I got up and undid my trousers. My boxers were wet with precum, and my cock
was waiting to be let out to play! I pulled my boxers down, and my cock
sprung out -- not massive -- just 7 inches -- but big enough for Scott's eyes
to widen and for him to say "Wow!".

I got back on the bed and straddled him. I sat back on my haunches, my cock
on his chest. I started to wank myself.

Scott looked up at me -- "Can I do that, please?" he asked.

"You certainly can!" I said.

His hand went over my cock and started to wank it. God, it was heaven. He
lifted up his head and poked out his tongue, but he couldn't quite reach. I
shuffled closer, and he licked the end. He then licked the shaft, mimicking
what I had done to him earlier. It was heaven!

"Scott," I said, "you keep that up and I will cum!"

Scott stopped licking, and started wanking me again. "That's fine", he
replied.

"But... I will... shoot in... your face" I managed to say in between breaths.

Scott smiled at me -- "You will have to clean it up, then, won't you?"

This boy was unfuckingbelievable!

With that, he started to wank me again, only quicker. Added to that he
poked his tongue out and licked the end of my cock as he wanked it. I
leaned back and let him do it -- I was beyond caring. I felt things start to
build up.

"Scott!!! I am going to cum!!!!" I shouted, and Scott became more furious
with his hand. And then I came -- I shot an amazing load, all over Scott's
face -- on his mouth, up his nose, in his eye, on his hair. It didn't seem
to stop!

"Fucking hell!" said Scott, then obviously wished he hadn't, as some of my
cum went in his mouth -- he pulled a face.

"That's what you get for swearing!" I said, and then lowered my lips on to
his and sucked the cum out his mouth. I then licked his face clean of my
cum, including his hair. He just lay there, smiling. I lay down by the side
of him. He turned towards me, putting his arm around me and pulling himself
in close. His head was on my chest. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Mike -- that was awesome! Can we do that again?" he asked.

"Well, Scott, you are 13, and I am 42" I began.

"Oh, not fucking that again!" groaned Scott.

"Hear me out!" I said, "and watch your language, otherwise I will have to
take you in hand!"

"I'd prefer your mouth!" laughed Scott.

And then I started to tickle him, and he laughed and squirmed. "Stop it!!"
he shouted, "I'm ticklish!".

"Handy to know!" I replied.

Scott then sat astride me, still naked apart from the socks. I noticed his
cock starting to come to life again.

"As I was saying" I continued, "before I was so rudely interrupted. I am 42
and you are 13..."

"Actually," said Scott, "what you said was `you are 13 and I am 42'".

I tickled him again. He lay on top of me staring into my eyes, laughing.

"Same difference, sunshine!" I replied. "My point is that you are probably
more able to cum time after time. But I am older than you, and I need some
time in between to recover and build up my energy"

"Are you what they call a `jerry hat trick'?" Scott asked, his head on one
side.

I looked at him. He was deadly serious. "Not quite", I replied. "And the
word is `geriatric'"

"Only mum works with those," he said, "and she says that most of them need
a bomb up their arse to get them going."

He was still serious. "I don't need a bomb up my arse, thank you. I'm not
that old!" I said.

"Would you like something else up your arse?" Scott asked with a
mischievous look in his eye. "'Cos I can think of something I would like up
mine!"

"Scott," I said, "are you serious? Where the hell have you got all this
from? You're only ..." I stopped, before he stopped me.

"I've known I'm gay for a couple of years," he said philosophically, "and
you can get to see some really good stuff on the net, especially if you use
Gareth's credit card"

"Bloody hell, Scott!" I shouted, "does Gareth know you use his card? And
what about the computer? What sites are you looking at? They can see where
you've been you know, by looking at the history"

"Chill out Mike," he said. "I clear the history after I come off it, and
Gareth doesn't check his statement -- he pays the lot from the bank. Anyway
-- he's not seen a statement for 3 months, `cos I've shredded them as soon
as they arrive before he gets home".

I was speechless. "My God", I said, "you are a clever little boy aren't
you?"

Scott nodded. "And when they said they were going away," he said, "I was
over the moon when they said I was coming to you. I knew you were gay, and
I thought we could have some fun. Then when you didn't respond to me, I
thought I might have got it wrong. You didn't even do anything when I had a
wank this morning".

I stared at him. "You knew that I was gay?" I said.

He nodded.

"How did you know I was gay?" I asked.

"I heard Mum and Gareth talking about it" he said. "They're not bothered. I
think they may know about me anyway".

I really didn't know what to say. In one sense I was astonished that one so
young could be so knowledgeable. In another sense, I was concerned for him
-- perhaps I had taken advantage? And yet, he seemed so confident of what he
was and what he wanted. The problem, if there was any, was certainly mine.

"Mike?" Scott said, "Are you OK? I haven't upset you have I?"

He started to cry.

"If I have, I am so sorry", he said. "I have so enjoyed myself and know
I've ruined it".

"Hey, Scott" I said, cuddling him. "You haven't ruined anything! I think
you are quite an exceptional lad, and I am so pleased that you have shared
everything with me."

Scott sniffled. He looked up at me. "You're the first person I've told
about me and what I feel," he said, "and I really enjoyed what we've done.
I want to do it again -- and a lot more. Will you let me?"

I looked at him. "You can do what you want to do," I replied. "I am not
going to stop you. But you must understand that you are young. I wont let
us do anything that you don't want to do. Yes, we can do it again if you
want to, and we'll talk about what `other things' you want to do. OK?"

"OK!" Scott replied. And we kissed.

Then I heard my mobile go off. I had received a text. I got off the bed,
leaving Scott there, and went downstairs to where the phone was, making
sure I put my dressing gown on first -- I realised that I hadn't drawn any
curtains!

The text was from Gareth. It read: "Hey Mike! How are things? We are OK
here. Hope Scott is behaving himself. G"

I went upstairs and read it to Scott (who was still naked apart from the
football socks, and was proving to be a major distraction).

"So," I said, "what shall I say in reply?"

Scott looked at me. "You could say," he said, "that his cock is shaped like
a banana, he cums a lot, he's a good kisser, and he is going to fuck me
later."

"I could," I said, "if I wanted to spend the next few years in a prison
cell. Alternatively, I could just say that all is well here and Scott is
being a good boy."

Scott put his head on one side, and said "OK. But say a very good boy. And
tell them that your cum went in my eye."

I tickled him. We wrestled on the bed. We ended up face to face. We kissed.
I quickly got up.

"Shower time!" I said.

Scott moaned. "I had one this morning!"

"So rumour has it," I replied. "However, having had a close inspection of
certain parts of your body, I can honestly say that I don't think it was a
very effective one!"

Scott looked sad -- as I have said before, he was good at looking sad.
"To make sure you shower properly" I announced, "we will shower together!"

His eyes lit up. "Cool!" he said, and started to fondle himself.

"And the shower", I continued, "will be for the sole purpose of washing
ourselves! That way, we can have more fun later -- in bed!" Scott's eyes lit
up.

++++++

After I sent Gareth an innocuous text saying all was well, we had a shower.
Scott fooled around a bit, but I managed to control myself, even though it
was very difficult on times! I made sure he washed himself properly. I
dried him afterwards -- which he thoroughly enjoyed -- and I let him use my
body spray. He put on his "Bananaman" boxers -- he looked really cute! --
some white socks, new trackies and his new Man U top. His old trainers
spoilt everything a bit, and I decided I would get him a new pair tomorrow.
I let him use some of my aftershave, and afterwards he really looked (and
smelled) really good. I had decided that we would go out to eat, so we went
to a pub a couple of miles away. We both had a steak, which Scott ate with
relish. We sat opposite each other, and Scott kept putting his foot on to
my thigh, which was a bit off putting!

++++++

We got home about 9, and as soon as we got in Scott yawned and said "Time
for bed!"

"Really?" I said. "Last night you didn't want to go to bed, but tonight?"

"Ah well," Scott replied, "I have been quite energetic today, and after all
-- I am only 13". He looked at me pathetically with his head on one side.

"OK" I said smiling. "Off to bed you go! Go on upstairs, and I will come up
and tuck you in later".

Scott looked at me. "Right!" he said. And he went up the stairs. Halfway
up, he turned and said "Did you say `tuck' or `fuck'?!"

I chased him up the stairs, Scott screaming all the way. We came to an
agreement to change into our pyjamas and watch TV for a while before we
went to bed. I managed to persuade Scott by saying that he could have a
glass of beer -- he said he drank it all the time at home. However, it was
obvious from the first mouthful that he wasn't used to it. We sat on the
sofa and he snuggled up close to me, looking cute in his new Man U pyjamas.
It wasn't long before he was asleep -- he was tired after all, bless him --
and after about half an hour I carried him up to bed. I put him in my bed,
kissed him and then went back downstairs to switch everything off for the
night.

I had just chained the front door when I heard Scott screaming upstairs -- I
ran up the stairs two at a time. Scott was sat up in bed looking petrified
and completely confused, screaming and shouting my name. I dived on to the
bed and held him tight. He calmed down, but he was sobbing like a baby.

"Scott -- you're OK sweetheart, you are OK" I said, hugging him tight. He
clung on to me.

"So-r-ry" he sobbed, "I thought you had gone and left me."

"Now why would I leave a lovely boy like you?" I said.

"I love you, Mike" Scott whispered.

"And I love you too Scott" I said.

"Don't leave me, will you?" he said.

"Of course not," I replied. "You lie there a moment, and I will be back".

Scott looked at me, confused and worried.

"I have to go and sort things out downstairs and nip to the bathroom," I
said. "All the lights are on -- I won't be long".

I kissed him and went quickly downstairs. I checked the doors, turned off
all the lights and came back up. I went to the bathroom, took my dressing
gown off and got into bed. Scott was looking up at me, his eyes wide open.

"Do you really love me?" he said.

"Yes, Scott, I do" I replied.

He cuddled into me, rested his head on my chest and fell asleep.

I lay there holding this young lad, wondering where all this was going. He
was gorgeous in every way -- I loved him as a boy, but I loved him as a
character as well. However, he obviously had problems -- he was insecure,
that was clear. I then began to think about what had happened today -- had
that made him more insecure? I really hoped that wasn't the case. I thought
about his relationship with Gareth and Claire -- Gareth wasn't his dad, and
from what Scott had said about the credit card and the internet, Gareth
didn't seem that bothered about what Scott was up to, which was a worry. It
was also obvious from my brief view of Scott and Claire, that Claire wasn't
all that bothered either! Lots to think about - we would have to see what
the next day would bring.

To be continued ...