Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2008 09:59:23 -0500
From: shackled482@aol.com
Subject: The Boy David Part One

All characters in this storey are fictional. Any names are coincidental.


The Boy David Part One

If you like boys then I think you may well grow to like me. My Name is
David Chance

It all started when I was fourteen and I was going through the usual
problems of a teenage boy with all sorts of mixed up emotions about my
sexual orientation. I loved to admire my body in the bedroom or any other
mirror that happened to be available.


My body was lean, slim, 5'4" tall, 26 inch waist, flat stomach, lightly
tanned complexion, perfect teeth and chiselled facial features, hazel eyes
with fair to brown hair in all the hairy places. My aunt always cut my
hair. I wore it longish over my collar and ears with sort of swept to the
side fringe with what I suppose you could call longer than average boys
eyelashes . One of my best (if not my best) attributes was my bottom. I had
noticed that it always got the most attention. Like the rest of my body it
was in proportion. I did not have a "bubble" bum. If anything it was
flatter and firmer but the two orbs were well defined by whatever covered
them. No matter what I covered it with it always got the attention of
girls, women, other boys and men. I would always notice people looking or
turning around as I passed them so they could get a look back at it and to
confirm it my mum always told me how good looking I was and what a nice bum
I had. She would say that I must g et my good looks from her. My father was
never mentioned. I never knew him.


If we had visitors she would sit on the chair or sofa with me stood at her
side. As she chatted away she would put her hand around my waist and hold
me and then absentmindedly start caressing my bum as she talked away or I
would sit on the arm of the chair with my right leg draped over it and she
would run her hand up and down my leg and inner thigh. No doubt people
would notice this but it was just a mothers affection for her handsome son.


I used to be quite modest until I was about twelve but, having such a nice
confident mum who never made an issue of things sexual and her sister (my
aunt) Jenny with her stepson Tom also 14 and 15 year old daughter Sal all
as like minded I soon grew out of it. I will tell you more about it later.


Now onto telling you about some of the things that have happened to me over
the past couple of years and how it began.

I am now sixteen but things really began for me just before I turned 14.


Living on the outskirts of town I would have to catch the bus to school
every day. Oddly I was the only schoolboy who travelled to school on the
bus. It was a Monday and as with nearly every kid in the land I had on my
smart clean Monday morning school uniform. Black blazer, charcoal grey
trousers, crisp white shirt and black and silver diagonally striped school
tie and my favourite slip on black shoes. All this topped off with a smear
of lipstick on my cheek from my mums farewell kiss that I managed to wipe
off when I saw it in the reflection of the bus window. Charlie (the bus
driver) always made a comment on how smart I looked in my school uniform. I
was his first pick up in the mornings and last drop off at night with about
two miles between his last drop and stopping near my home before taking his
minibus home for the night.


I had noticed that on the past few days that Charlie had picked up a
passenger before me. A man about 45 dressed in country clothes. Cord
trousers, wax jacket, check shirt and tie and flat cap. He always sat on
the back seat and I noted that he watched me from the time I got on the bus
until I sat down and who always nodded and smiled to me as we made brief
eye contact. He was always on the bus home and again would nod and smile
toward me.


Well, it was Friday. Another weekend off and a bank holiday Monday. The
weather was atrocious. The heavens had opened. I was soaked to the skin and
it did not help when Charlie drew up at the curb and splashed the water up
from the gutter to soak me even more. As I boarded the bus Charlie passed
comment that I looked like drowned rat. I stepped up to take a seat and
slipped off the step. My school bag was heavy and unbalanced me which sent
me crashing to the floor and banging my head on the edge of a seat on the
way down.


All I could see was red stains forming down the front of my wet white
shirt. The next thing I was aware of were two strong hands pulling me to my
feet. Through the blur I could make out the hem of the wax jacket and the
cord trousers.

"Come on young fella" the oldish voice said as I felt myself being pulled
up from the floor. He helped me to the back of the bus, took my heavy
school bag from me and eased me into the corner of the back seat. "Ok son"
he said. My shirt was getting redder and redder. "Not as bad as it looks,
It's just the rain water making it look worse than it probably is". The man
knelt one knee on the rear bench seat. I felt a hand push my forehead back
and brush my wet hair back from my forehead. " The cuts not too bad just a
lot of grazing, you'll live". With that he produced a clean handkerchief
from his pocket and placed it over the damaged area. The bus had now
emptied out and that just left me. This man and Charlie to cover the two
miles to my drop off point.

We got to the turn off of the main road to cover the last mile to my stop
when the bus came to a halt.

"Can't go up there driver" Came the voice from the yellow helmeted
fireman. " The rain has washed the road out and we can't do anything until
this storm passes".

" Are you ok son?" Charlie asked. " I suppose you heard the fireman, can't
get to your stop".

" Yes, I think I am ok, it just looks worse because of the rain mixing with
my blood".

"Look" Charlie said. "It looks like the road will be blocked for a good
while. I think it would be best if I took you back to my cottage up the
road a bit, at least we will be dry and able to get a hot drink inside of
us".

Charlie brought the minibus to a halt outside of an isolated cottage. The
rain was still falling hard.

"Ok! Run for the porch" Charlie yelled as we flew out the side door of the
bus and headed for the cover of Charlie's porch.

It was not long before Charlie had the door open and we were inside.
Charlie threw some logs on the glowing embers of the log fire and it burst
into brilliant glowing, warming flames.

I had just finished talking to my mum on my mobile to reassure her I was
safe and at Charlie's cottage (she knew him). The rest is a blur. Probably
the shock of the bang on the head did it but I must have passed out.

I must have only been out for an instant because I just caught the end of
someone saying, "Don't you worry Mrs Chance, David will be safe here for
the night. We will get him home as soon as the road is open in the morning,
goodbye".


I felt warm as the heat from the fire began to infiltrate my wet clothes.
My head had stopped bleeding. I eased myself up from the sofa where they
must have laid me.

"St eady there now young David" came the voice of the man in the country
clothes.

I later learned his name was Ed (Edward). He was staying at Charlie's
cottage. He and Charlie were old friends?? And he was here on a visit.

Charlie announced he was going to make a hot drink and Ed vanished up the
stairs.


As Ed reappeared in fresh, dry shirt and trousers, so did Charlie with
three steaming mugs. After we all sipped at the hot coffee Charlie opened a
small cupboard and produced a bottle of brandy. Quickly removing the top he
poured some into both his and Ed's mugs. They both then looked at each
other, then at me. Charlie placed the lip of the bottle on the lip of my
mug, winked and poured a large measure into my coffee.

"I put a lot of sugar in your coffee David so it will taste ok".


I had never felt such a comforting feeling as the brandied coffee began to
warm me through. I forgot about the foul weather outside.

I placed my half empty mug on the mantelpiece and removed my sodden blazer,
kicked of my shoes and removed my wet, bloodstained tie. As I retrieved my
mug I noticed that both the men were looking at me. What the hell got into
me I do not know. Was it the inner me? Was it bravado from the effects of
the brandy? Or maybe a combination of the two. Ed spoke first.

"Don't you think son? That you should get out of that wet uniform and let
Charlie get it washed and dried for tomor row".


The brandy kicked in, I fumbled with my shirt buttons. Being wet did not
help. "Can you help me" I said, to no one in particular.


Ed was fumbling with my shirt buttons. Firstly the cuffs and then one by
one he unfastened the front of my shirt. I was aware of what was
happening. I knew that these two men were about to undress me. Even on the
bus I sensed that it was going to happen. I wanted it to happen!

Ed pulled at my shirt. Because of my clothes being soaked the shirt was
trapped inside my trousers. I never wore a vest or tee shirt so now my bare
body was showing through my open shirt. The next thing I was sitting on the
sofa and Charlie was pulling my soaked socks off.


"Do you mind us doing this David"?

"What?" I asked.

"Well" said Ed. "Me and Charlie undressing you like this". "Not if you like
boys" I said. They both looked at each other. "Do you want to see my
underpants"? "They are little white briefs, I only like briefs in pastel
colours but we have to wear white ones for school but I do like pale blue
and pale yellow ones". The men began to breath heavily.


As I was pulled back up to my feet I became more aware of what was
happening. Charlie pulled at the open shirt.

"It's ok David" said Charlie. "Let us do it". I raised my arms out to the
side and smiled at the tw o men. Each took hold of my shirt, pulled it away
from my front to reveal my bare boy chest and firm body. Ed placed his
hands up into my armpits pushing his thumbs up into the two voids which
contained my armpit hair. He moved his thumbs across my pec's where they
began to toy with my nipples. At the same time I felt the shirt being
pulled back over my shoulders, down my arms and tugged from the waistband
of my trousers.


Realising that my half naked 14 year old boy body was now on show to these
two men I began to feel the effects underneath my school trousers and
inside my little white underpants . My boy body parts were beginning to
respond to the situation. I knew that in about two minutes I would be
letting these men undo my school trousers and take them off of me leaving
me just in my boy's white underpants and nothing else.


Two pairs of hands were now all over my naked upper body. Under my arms,
pulling at my boy nipples, down my slender sides to my waist. Someone's
finger was probing into my bellybutton another hand now began caressing the
nape of my neck as I pushed my head back against it. Hands were everywhere
now. Down my spine, shoulders. Not an inch of my upper body was spared
their caresses.


Until now no attempt had been made to touch me in a sexual manner. The only
arousal I felt was through my own mental efforts. Then, suddenly, I felt my
body being lifted off of the floor. In an instant I was on my back, on the
rug in front of the now raging fire. I felt good, needed, worthy of the
attention that my young body was receiving and going to receive from these
two men.


The reflection of the fire glow was the thing that I recall seeing on Ed's
face as we smiled at one another and I felt his hands push my legs
apart. His hands ran up and down my now drying trousers. Probing my slender
inner thighs then down again to push my trousers up my lower legs and
caress my shins and calves. Try as I might I could not refrain from
thrusting my hips upwards. I was inviting him to undo my belt, undo my
school trousers and pull them off of me so I was revealed to them for the
first time in just my small, damp, white underpants.


Totally surprised, I watched as both men stood up and stripped down to
their plain white boxers. Charlie now knelt behind my head. Ed again knelt
beside me, Ed was blocked from my view as Charlie leant over my head,
placed his palms on my naked stomach and began to massage my slender
waist. His fingers probed between my skin and my trousers waistband. Then
it happened. Without ceremony, my belt was quickly unfastened and pulled
out of the loops around my waist. Charlie's hands moved from my waistband
over the front of my trousers. I was hard. Very hard! I knew Charlie could
feel my firm boy cock inside. Ed then said. "

David, I am going to take your school trousers off! We really need to see
you in just your white underpa nts. Charlie has been watching you for weeks
and telling me in detail how when you get on and off of his bus he gets an
erection at the sight of your bottom as he watches you in his rear view
mirror. He thinks and so do I now, that you are such a handsome boy. Just
look at you laying here ready to show us your young boy body in just those
sexy little pants.

"Please" I said, thrusting my hips upward, my bottom off of the
floor. "Take them off now. I am ready to let you take my trousers off and
see me in my white underpants. I want you to touch my most private boy
parts through my underpants and caress me until I cum for you" I reached
behind my head, took hold of Charlie's hand, placed the thick thumb in my
mouth and began to suck and caress it with my tongue. This was more than
Charlie could have ever expected. His cock was engorged and his mind raced
at the sight before him. If someone, even Ed had told him at the beginning
of the week that by the weekend he would have this handsome 14year boy
asking him to do such things to him he would not have believed it would
happen in a thousand years.


I felt someone's fingers at the top of my trousers. I felt the clasp snap
open. Fingers fumbled with the zip, drew it down its full length and then
without ceremony pulled the opening apart. Discarding the thumb from my
mouth I managed to prop myself up on my forearms. My own cock twitched as I
looked at20the hands that took hold of my trousers, pulled them slowly down
my lightly tanned legs, over my feet to leave me now laying on display to
them. Just looking down my own almost naked body made me want to explode. I
knew I had to wait. I knew that very soon my young body was going to be
attacked by two pairs of adult hands. Hands that knew exactly where they
were going to probe to get the desired results.


I was taken aback when both men took me by my arms and pulled me onto my
knees facing the fire. I looked up at each of their faces in turn. Vacant
expressions on each of them said that they were concentrating on the task
at hand. ME!


They both then knelt at either side of me. Each placed a hand on my inner
thighs and pulled my legs open. I felt their hands now each claiming a
buttock over the now dry material which protected them.. They then bent my
upper body backwards. My legs splayed open, the gusset of my underpants now
pulled away from my inner thighs. Fuck! I thought to myself. They wasted no
time in stroking up and down the front of my bare front. Their fingers now
each found the open gusset either side of my groin. My balls were being
touched gently and then massaged between thumb and forefinger. Then
suddenly, as if in a frenzy my cock and balls were being pummelled, pulled
and wanked up and down until my foreskin was pulled down to beyond its
maximum. It hurt but in a good way. Pain and pleasure ensued. My young
prostate fired up, ga thered my boy juice and pumped it over and over into
my underpants.


Then another sensation unfolded. My eyes were suddenly blurred, Warm
splashes on my chest, lips and face. Charlie and Ed had ripped their boxers
off of themselves. My balls and foreskin became the objects of attack. My
soft mouth and face became the object of attention for the copious amounts
of cum they produced. Each took it in turn to draw their cum soaked
erections over my lips and deposit their cum there. I felt a hand enter the
leg of my underpants then withdraw coated with my own boy cum. The hand
arrived at my mouth and gently presented each cum coated digit for me to
suck and clean as if I knew exactly what to do.


I must have looked a picture laying there on the floor, coated in man and
boy juice in just my white briefs. Ed now lightly passed his hands over my
naked body spreading the white fluid all over my chest and legs. I propped
myself up with my hands and watched Ed's hand caress down my chest, linger
at my flat belly and then go inside the waistband of my pants and play with
my boy parts and pubic hair.


I was half erect when Ed rolled me over onto my front.

"Oh!" Ed murmured "Just look at that little bottom Charlie". I then felt a
hand placed over my cotton covered bum. "Yes"! said Charlie, "I told you he
was a handsome boy and what a nice little bottom he had. I knew you would
be pleased". It was lik e electric running through my every nerve as four
hands now massaged and prodded the whole length of my body.


The next thing I was aware of was my erection coming into contact with the
rough rug as my last little covering was slipped over my hips and down my
legs to leave my young boy body totally nude. I squirmed as the hands
kneaded and massaged my now naked little bottom. Then I was asked to kneel
up so that they could see me properly naked both back and front. Again four
hands were caressing my body.

"Please" I almost begged. "Would one of you make me cum"? My eyes were
shut. Two hands played with my firm boy bum while the other two now gave my
boy parts their full attention. Again my foreskin was drawn back this time
held back as the other hand worked up and down the tender exposed skin. I
drew air in through my teeth, my body was soaked in sweat from the fire but
mainly from the sensual surges passing through my body. I heard a voice
say.

"My god just look at this sexy boy, who would have thought he would be ours
tonight, my god he is beautiful ".

I could see myself as if I were looking down on the scene, my young body
being ravished by these two naked men. The whole of me exposed to them as
they played with every inch of my skin, toyed with my body hair from my
armpits to my pubic bush . I let out a huge gasp as my hips involuntarily
thrust at the hand wanking my tender cock and spewed several streams of cum
toward the fire. The hand tightened around my cock and began to squeeze
every drop from me. I trembled, exhausted from the pleasures my body had
received.


I remember waking several times during the night. Disturbed by the
lightning flashes and thunder.


I woke to find that my school uniform was on a chair in the little
bedroom. All dry and clean a note said. Good morning handsome.! Shower is
first door on the left. I showered, returned to the bedroom, dropped the
white towel from my waist and admired my naked body in the long mirror on
the wall. Allowed myself a satisfactory smile as I caressed my cock and
neat pubes and pert bottom.


Dressed and ready to go home I entered the small cottage kitchen where the
two now dressed men sat drinking tea and eating breakfast. About to speak,
my mobile went off. "Hello mum, yes I am fine.......oh fine .........yes
Charlie and Ed took really good care of me last night.....yes really good
care?


In my own bed that night I must have had at least five orgasms as I went
over the scene time and time again.

The last words from Charlie were..............."I will be in touch soon
handsome boy."

He waved from the bus as he and Ed pulled away waving back at me and my
mum.

To be continued.....


Hope you are enjoying the start of my stories.

Future episodes are planned but any input and comments are very welcome
especially ideas to add.


Email me at shackled482@aol.com