Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 09:42:33 +0000
From: Andy Brown <andybrown2000@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Dylan - chapter 12

Tutoring Dylan - chapter 12


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From the end of chapter 11:

After taking the lift up to my room - my bum was too sore to use the stairs
- I quietly opened the door and turned on the bathroom light.  Just as I'd
hoped, both boys were in bed, cuddled up together.  Their clothes dangled
off the arms of the sofa, and their underwear lay on the floor beside their
bed.

Making my way into the bathroom I took a piss and then used some toilet
paper to dab at my bottom.  There were spots of blood on the paper.  I'd
have to deal with that in the morning.  Flushing the toilet, I brushed my
teeth and gave my face a quick wash.

Back in the main room, I pulled off my own clothes and slipped into the
spare bed.  The excursions of the day had clearly taken their toll on me.
Although my arse was still very sore, I quickly fell asleep.


***


I woke up, feeling bleary eyed.  For a moment, I couldn't remember where I
was.  I rolled over, and had to stop myself from screaming out.  A sharp
pain shot through my arse.  As it did so, the events of the previous
evening came flooding back to me.

Looking across, I could see that the two boys were still sleeping.
Gingerly, I clambered off my bed and plodded across to the bathroom.

After emptying my bladder, I stood in front of the full-length mirror.  I
stuck my rear out and squatted down, using my hands to tease my buttocks
apart.  Turning my head slightly, I caught a glance of my reflection in the
mirror.

The view before me was horrific.  The inside of my chute had turned purple,
and congealed blood had begun to form a crust around my hole.

Creeping back into the bedroom, I retrieved my first-aid kit from my bag.
I pulled out an antiseptic wipe and some cream.

Back in the bathroom, I lay down on the floor.  After tearing open the
wipe, I pushed my legs up towards my shoulders.  I gasped at the
uncomfortable sensations this caused.  Cautiously, I brought the wipe
towards my hole.

"Hsssssss!"  The antiseptic stung like hell.  I pulled away slightly.  I
composed myself, knowing that I had to get this over and done with.  Like
putting my hand into a box of venomous snakes, I repeated the action,
holding the wipe in place and then, ever so slowly, dragging it upwards
towards my perineum.  Pain coursed through me.

I brought the wipe up towards my face, inspecting the damage.  A dark red
streak was plastered down the centre.  Folding it in half, I moved it back
towards my arse, replicating my previous motion.  It stung a little less
this time, but as I looked at the material again, I could see it was still
picking up blood.  Twice more I passed the sheet along my crack, until I
was satisfied that all of the blood had been cleaned away.

I lowered my legs, giving both them and my bottom a chance to rest.
Unscrewing the cap, I squirted a dollop of antiseptic cream on my fingers
and then raised my legs again.  I braced myself, knowing that this was
going to hurt.  And hurt it did.

"Eeeeeeeeeh!  Shittidy-shit!"

My lotion covered digits made contact with my hole.  My anus felt like it
was on fire as the cream hit it.  I paused for a moment, breathing deeply
as I struggled to cope with the pain.

After a few moments, the stinging began to ease.  I squeezed some more
lotion onto my fingers and brought them up to my arse.  Slowly, I began to
work the cream around my opening, just about coping with the dull ache it
caused.  Gently, I pushed the tip of my index finger inside, the coolness
of the cream making my aperture contract.  I forced myself to relax,
feeling the cool air flow into my battered anus.  I pressed once more, this
time my digit made its way inside.  Using a circular motion I began to
spread the lotion into my entrance, hissing as I did so.

Suddenly, the door opened.  I panicked, quickly pulling my finger out and
dropping my legs to the floor.  Dylan stood in front of me, a shocked look
on his face.

"Andy, are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Yeah, don't worry," I replied, trying to brush it off.

Dylan pressed on, looking down at the antiseptic cream and the
blood-stained wipe.  "What's happened?  Has someone hurt you?"

"I'll fill you in later," I said, in a harsher tone than I'd intended.
"Once Jamie's back with his mother."


***

Breakfast was a tense affair.  Dylan said very little during the meal and
kept shooting me furtive glances.  Jamie tried his best to make
conversation with the two of us, but as neither of us said much in
response, he soon gave up and most of the time was spent in silence.

Just as we were about to head upstairs, Patricia waltzed over, accompanied
by a gentleman several years her senior.

"Jamie!" she said, pulling the boy into her chest and giving him a kiss on
the forehead.  "Did you have a nice evening with Dylan and Andy?"

"Yes, thank you mum," he replied.

"It's not me you should be thanking," she said, nodding her head towards
me.

"Thank you Andy.  Thanks Dylan," the youngster said.  He gave us both a
hug; Dylan's considerably longer and more intense than mine.

"Our pleasure," Dylan replied.

"Yes, thank you to you both," Martin added.  He handed me a box wrapped in
silver paper.  "A little something for you."

"Gee, thanks," I said.

"Yeah, thanks," Dylan echoed.

"Well, we best get going," Patricia said.  "We've got a trip to Nessebar
today.  Thanks again."

The three of them left, Jamie giving us a hearty wave goodbye.

"So," Dylan said.  "Are you gonna tell me what happened to you?"

"Once we get back up to the room," I told him.


***


Back in our bedroom, we sat on the best, resting our backs against the
headboard.

"Go on then," Dylan said forcefully.  "I want to know what happened.  Did
someone hurt you.  I saw you'd been bleeding."

I told him the whole story.  How I'd gone down to the bar, and then the
porter coming over.  That he'd told me he knew what was going on between
Dylan and myself, and how he wanted to fuck Dylan.  The boy looked
horrified at the prospect.  I carried on, telling him about the deal we
made, how I'd gone down to this guy's room and then how he'd pulled out his
massive cock.  I told Dylan how he'd made me suck him, then how he'd shoved
it up my arse until we both shot our loads.

"Holy shit!" Dylan exclaimed.

"It's not as bad as it seems," I told him.  "It doesn't hurt too much now."

"But you... you did that all for me?" he asked, a tear trickling down his
cheek.

"Yeah, I suppose.  I mean, I couldn't let him fuck you.  Especially given
how big he was.  He'd have torn you in two.  And I couldn't risk him going
to the police."

Dylan leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.  "Thank you," he said.
"I love you."

"And I love you too," I replied.  I put an arm around his shoulder and
pulled him towards me.  We snuggled for several minutes, both knowing that
soon our holiday would be over and we'd be apart again.

"Now tell me," I said, planting little kisses up Dylan's neck.  "What did
you and Jamie get up to last night?"

"Oh, this and that," he replied coyly.

"No, no, no," I chuckled.  "Don't give me that.  I want every gory detail."

I pulled my arm off him, allowing him to turn his face towards me.

"Okay," he said.  "Here's what happened."


***


The film came back on and we started watching it again.  I moved a bit
closer to Jamie.  I wanted to see what his reaction would be.  He didn't
move away.  I hoped things would go okay.

It got to one of my favourite bits where Nebula destroys Gamora's ship,
leaving her floating in space.  Then Ronan's fighters captured the orb.  As
the action on the screen hotted up, Jamie moved closer to me.  Yes, I
thought.  He maybe wants something to happen too.  I put an arm round his
shoulder to see what he'd do.  He didn't move away.  Result!

The fighting over, it cut to another ad break.  Jamie sat up.

"Dylan," he said.  "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure.  Go ahead," I replied.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Now this was interesting.  My heart began to beat really fast.  Yes, I
thought.  I hadn't wanted to be the one who pushed things.  The last time
I'd tried that had been with Luke and that hadn't ended well.  But if Jamie
wanted to take things in that direction, then I wasn't about to stop him!

"Yeah," I said, also sitting up.

"Who was it?"

"Just a friend," I lied.

Jamie paused.  "Was it a girl... or a boy?"

This was it.  I hoped what I said next wouldn't make him run for the door.
"A boy," I replied.

"Cool.  I hoped so," he said.  Then, really quietly, he said, "I think I
like boys too."

Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  I wanted kiss him, but I wasn't sure how he'd react.

"That's cool," I said, trying to sound chilled.  A big grin spread across
my face.  I didn't know what to say next.

"Will you show me how to do it?" he asked.

"Kissing you mean?"

He nodded.  I paused.  Was this really about to happen?  I guess it was.
Licking my lips, I leant in.  Jamie had closed his eyes.  Our lips touched.
We were kissing.  Going for it, I pushed my tongue into him.  He did the
same back.  Soon it was a full-on snog fest!

The kiss lasted quite a while.  When we stopped, Jamie put his hand on my
stiff dick.  That was a bit of a shock!

"Can you make sperm?" he asked.  He looked really eager to find out.

"Um, yeah."

Jamie's eyes lit.  "What's it feel like?  I mean, when it squirts out?"

I giggled.  "Really good.  It's like... the best feeling ever!  Um, so, I
guess you can't yet, huh?"

Jamie looked a bit embarrassed.  "Well, the thing is, I um, well... I don't
really know how to make it happen.  The nurse at school said it might
happen when we're asleep at night, but that hasn't happened yet.  So, do
you think I might?"

"Think you might what?"

"You know.  Make sperm."  It felt good to know that he trusted me enough to
ask me.  My nob began to get bigger inside my boxers.  Glancing down
quickly at Jamie's lap, I could tell he was getting hard too.

"So, um, like, you've never... you know... had a wank before?" I asked.
"That's how I make mine come out."  The thought that he'd never jacked off
was really turning me on.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You know, jerking off... masturbating."

He still had no idea what I was talking about.

"You know this afternoon, when you were putting sun tan lotion on me?"  He
nodded.  "Well, you know you were stroking up and down my dick..."  He
nodded again.  "Well that's wanking, though usually you do it to yourself."

A look of realisation dawned on his face.  "Oh, so that's what wanking is!"

"Yeah," I giggled.

"You mean that really works?"

"Hell, yeah, it works.  Feels really good. And if you'd have kept doing it,
I'd have cum."  He looked lost again.  "I'd have got a really awesome
feeling and my sperm would have shot out."

"Wow!  That'd have been so cool!"

Yeah, it would, I thought to myself.  But maybe not in the middle of a
beach.  My dick was really hard now.  I reached my hand down and began to
rub.  "Jeez, this is giving me a boner," I told him.

"Yeah, me too," Jamie responded.  I looked down and saw a bulge in his
jeans.

We sat there, facing each another.  "Want me to show you how to do it?" I
asked him.

"Jeez, Dylan, would ya?"  I loved how excited he looked.  My heart was
racing, knowing that I was about to help this cute boy jerk off for the
first time.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, a little worried that what had
happened with Luke would repeat itself.

"Yeah, I think so," Jamie said.  I noticed he was rubbing himself.
"Please, Dylan.  Show me, please?"

"Strip down to your undies, then get on the bed," I suggested.  We both
pulled our clothes off and threw them onto the sofa.  Wearing just our
underpants, we laid down on the bed.

We sat there for a moment, checking out each other's bulges.

I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my boxers and tugged them down to my
knees.

"Your turn," I said, nodding to Jamie.

Jamie hesitated.  Then he arched his hips and pulled his briefs down.  His
three inch boner came into view.  It was about as thick as his index
finger.

"Are you gonna show me what to do now?" Jamie said, looking really excited.

"Let me show you... by doing it to you," I replied.  "But you've got to
promise not to tell anyone."

"No way I'm telling anyone.  Please do it."

I reached out my right hand and grasped his dick.  It was so warm.
Although the skin felt as soft as silk, underneath it was rock-hard.  His
boner flinched in my fingers.  Jamie breathed in sharply.  I squeezed him
gently, his cock swelling a bit.

I slowly began to stroke him up and down.  It felt really ace.  My own dick
kept twitching.

"Feeeeels gooooood..." Jamie said in a voice so soft I could hardly hear
it.

"You rub it up and down like this," I said, my voice shaking slightly.  I
was a bit nervous but really horny too.

Jamie's cute tummy began to move up and down.  He started to pant and
groan.  "Feels tingly!  Kinda itchy and tingly at the same time!  Is it
supposed to feel that way, Dylan?"

"Yeah, Jamie; yeah it is.  You likin' it?" I asked.  I kept switching from
looking at his face to looking down at his dick.  I loved how boyish he
was.

"Yeah...oh rub it!" Jamie pleaded.  I used my spare hand to pull his undies
and jeans down to his ankles.

"Pump it, buck up and down" I said, knowing how much I liked to thrust my
hips when jacking off.

Jamie's began moving up and down in little thrusts.  It was so obvious that
this was his first time.  And that made it even hotter.

"Oh... feels soooo good Dylan!" Jamie squealed.  His cock was jabbing in
and out of my fingers.  I could feel it was a little damp with sweat.  His
pistoning began to speed up.  His breathing sped up too.  He was starting
to grimace a bit, his nostrils flaring.

"Dylan!  It feels funny inside!" he yelped.  I knew he was getting close
now, even if he maybe he didn't know he was.

"It's okay, Jamie.  It's okay, you're just gonna shoot."

"DYLAN!  WAIT!  OOOOOOH!!!!!"

Jamie's hips suddenly rose up.  He shuddered.  I squeezed his cock and felt
it swell as it quivered.  Then, it happened.

I don't know who was more shocked - him or me.  Suddenly, Jamie squirted
three spurts of clear cum onto his tummy.  He grunted a few times.  The
sight of his little boy cock squirting for its first time, and the noises
he was making, pushed me over the edge.

Suddenly, for the first time in my life other than the one wet dream I had
shortly before I properly got into masturbating, my own cock began
squirting without me even having touched it.

"I'm cumming Jamie!" I yelped loudly as I felt the stinging squirts of my
ejaculation bulleting up my 13 year old cock and onto my abs.

"I spermed... you made me sperm, Dylan. I spermed..."  Jamie's words came
out weakly as he tried to catch his breath.  His face was flushed and he
was a bit sweaty.  He looked exhausted!

His cum was so thin that it was like clear pee.  But his dick was still as
stiff as it was before I began to jack him off.  A little bead of his jizz
bubbled up from his piss slit.  I'd just jacked this boy off for the first
ever time.  It was awesome!

We rested for a while.  But our dicks were still hard.  I slid my boxers
off fully and used them to wipe up our loads.  Job done, I dropped them
down the side of the bed.

Taking his nob into my hand, I asked him, "Do you know what a blow job is?"

He shook his head.  "Is it like, where you blow on each other's willies?"

"Not quite."  I chuckled.

I pulled his pants off him and threw them on the floor.  Opening my mouth
slightly, I lowered my head.  My tongue wrapped around his cock head.

"Uh, uh," was the only thing he could say.

"You like it so far?" I asked as I pulled off slightly.  Saliva was
dripping out of my mouth as if I was about to eat a steak.

"Uh, uh ooh," he gasped, his knees shaking.

"I guess that's a yes," I smirked.  After a few more licks of his head, I
took the whole thing in my mouth and began a slow, luxurious suck.

"Oh, this is sooo good," he groaned.

I pulled off and looked up at him, sensing it was now or never.

"Now you've got the idea, do me."

"Um... Dylan... I don't know.  I don't think I'm ready to do that."

"Pleeeasseee," I whined.

"I don't know..."

"Please!" I repeated. "It won't hurt, I promise."

I could see that got him thinking.

"Go on," I urged.  "I did it for you."

"Okay," he whispered finally.

He shuffled down the bed slightly and hovered over me.  I guessed that he
needed me to show him what to do.  Putting my hand on his head, I gently
pressed down.

"Open wide," I said.  Like a good patient, he opened up.  I felt his tongue
make contact with my head.  A cool feeling hit me as he swiped up a drop of
my precum.

It was amazing!  My mind began to whirl as his tongue reached out to slaver
over my dick head.

"Yes-s-s-s," I breathed.  "That feels sooo good!"

My words seemed to spur him on.  I pulled my hand away as he slid his mouth
down.  I was humming with pleasure.  I wished this moment would never stop.

After taking over half of my cock into his mouth, he slowly pulled back,
before plunging back down again.  He was copying my actions from before.
He was turning me on so much.  His warm, wet mouth was sending ripples of
pleasure through my whole body.

I so wanted to grab his head and fuck his mouth, but I was scared he'd
freak out.

I glanced across, and saw that his own dick was twitching.  It looked to be
stiff as hell.  As Jamie continued to work on me, I closed my eyes.  I
gasped.  "Oh shit, I can't hold on, your mouth is killing me!"

Opening my eyes, I pulled out of him, thinking he probably wasn't ready for
a mouth full of my cum.  My whole body was shaking.  A couple of pumps to
my shaft and then I shot my second load of the evening all over my chest
and tummy.

"Wow!" I sighed.  "That felt awesome.  You did really well."  I reached
across and gave his hair a rub.

He beamed back at me.

"Now it's time for me to finish you off.  Kneel up" I told him.

Opening up, I took him into my mouth and began to suck him.  As I sucked, I
placed my hands around his arse cheeks.  Then it came, sweet Jamie juice.
I drank it greedily.  Kneeling up, I gave him a kiss.

"Whew, have you done that before?"

"Once or twice," I giggled.

We both got under the covers and cuddled.  I gave Jamie a quick kiss on the
lips, before falling asleep.


***

"Holy shit, Dylan!" I said.  "That was one hot tale.  You've got me so
horny!"

"Me too," Dylan replied.

I looked down, seeing we were both tenting our shorts.

"Let's have a quick wank before we set off," I suggested.  I knew he would
have preferred us to blow each other, but after my experience last night, I
didn't know if it was safe to do so.

I pulled my polo shirt off over my head and then pushed down my shorts and
underwear.  My erect penis slapped against my stomach as it sprang free
from its confines.  I looked over to see Dylan had copied me; his teenage
cock also on show.

Reaching into the bedside cabinet, I pulled out the tube of KY that I'd
stashed there.  Opening it up, I poured some over both of our dicks.  I
wrapped my fingers around Dylan's shaft and began to pump.  Dylan did the
same to me.

From the noises we were making, I knew neither of us would last long.

"Andy... I'm gonna," Dylan moaned.

Swooping down, I took Dylan's boy-stick into my mouth.  I swirled my tongue
around his head.  Dylan grunted, thrust up into me, and squirted his sweet
load into my mouth.

I slid down his cock until my nose was buried in his pubes.  He squirmed
with the sensitivity of it.  Slowly I pulled off him.  I swirled his fresh
spunk around my mouth before I swallowed it, savouring the taste.

Once Dylan had got his breath back, he took my erection in his hand again,
having released it as his orgasm hit.  With a technique that belied his
years, he soon had me spraying my cum over my chest and stomach, a pool of
it forming in my belly button.

We lay there for a few moments panting, wallowing in the bliss of our
combined orgasms.

I would dearly have loved for us to stay like that forever.  Laying on a
bed; my arm around his shoulder, his hand wrapped around my cock.

But we couldn't.  The coach for the airport was due to leave in half an
hour.  We needed to get cleaned up and finish packing before then.


***


Having checked in and gone through security, we were sat in a rather
rundown departure lounge, waiting to board the plane home.

"So... you and Jamie.  Are you gonna keep in touch?" I asked him.

"Yeah.  Probably.  It's difficult, cos we live so far away.  But we've
added each other on Instagram.  And we're gonna try skyping each other."

"That's good," I replied.  "You really like him, don't you?"

"Yeah."  Dylan blushed a bit.

"The Thomas Cook flight to Manchester is now boarding," the announcement
came over the tannoy.  "Please make your way to gate 2.  The Thomas Cook
flight to Manchester to gate 2."

"Sounds like it's time to go," I told him.

We picked up our rucksacks and headed towards the departure gate.


***


After a rather bumpy landing, we touched down in England.  Typically, it
was cold and wet.  As we made our way from the plane to the terminal, I
regretted wearing shorts rather than jeans.  We had to queue a while to
have our passports checked, but our luggage came out surprisingly quickly.
Trundling our suitcases into the car park, it took us some time to remember
where we'd left the car.

As we were driving along the motor way, I used the privacy of the car to
ask Dylan what he'd enjoyed most about the holiday.  I'd wanted to ask him
earlier, but neither the coach, airport or plane felt like the right places
to do so.

"Um... I dunno.  It's all been really good.  It was really cool when you
dressed as the doctor.  I couldn't believe it when I walked out of the
bathroom.  And you giving me a blow job felt awesome.  Being naked at the
beach was fun too.  Weird, but fun.  I still can't believe you made me walk
back to the hotel in those trunks.  The game of strip poker was well good
too."

"Yeah, it was," I said, remembering what had happened.  "And you were
better at it than I'd imagined.  You'd played 'a little' you said.  Not
quite true, was it."

"Okay.  So maybe I've played quite a lot.  Jack taught me."

"Well maybe you should teach him our new version," I replied.

The look on Dylan's face showed he was obviously taking this suggestion
very seriously.  "Maybe I will.  And I really enjoyed sucking you off too.
I wasn't quite sure what to do at first, but I think I'm getting the hang
of it now."

"Oh, you were great.  Don't worry about that," I reassured him.

"And what happened with Jamie was pretty cool too.  Not as good as doing
things with you," he added hurriedly, as if to spare my feelings.

"Don't worry.  Like I said before, I know we're not going to be together
forever.  And I want you to have fun and do things with other boys if you
want to.  Enjoy yourself.  You're only a teenager once."

"Thanks Andy," he said, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss on the
cheek.  I swerved slightly.  It was good that the motorway was fairly quiet
at this time of the day.


***


I dropped Dylan back home, receiving a long kiss from him in the kitchen
before I left.

Once back home myself, I unpacked, dumped a load of clothes in the washing
machine, and then rang the GUM clinic where I was given an appointment in
just a couple of days time.  Since yesterday evening, there had been a
nagging worry in my mind.  He didn't wear a condom; what if I've caught
something?

It was a nerve wracking time as the appointment loomed, though some long
shifts at work helped take my mind off it.  The nurse performed a series of
tests, including taking samples of my blood and urine, and a swab of my
urethra.  None of it was particularly pleasant, but I needed to make sure.
I was told the results would be ready in 48 hours.  It was going to be an
agonising wait.

After visiting the clinic, I went to work.  Naturally, my mind was
elsewhere, my work suffering as a result.  Thankfully my supervisor had his
hands full dealing with a couple of new recruits, so didn't realise I was
underperforming.

I was glad to leave work that evening, though I knew that returning to an
empty house would not help with my anxiety.  I decided to text Dylan's mum,
and arranged to go over after dinner.

Dylan was his usual chirpy self.  I decided not to tell him about the visit
to the clinic.  With any luck, the tests would come back clear.  There was
no point in worrying him unnecessarily.

We went up to his room.  He thanked me again for the holiday, and told me
that he'd already had a chat with Jamie on Skype.  I was pleased for him.

Inevitably, both of us were soon naked.  Dylan suggested we blow each
other.  Making excuses, I told him I was rather tired after a long day at
work, and that perhaps we could jerk each other off instead.

His cheeriness waned slightly, though he perked up once we were stroking
each other's hard cocks.  Soon enough, we both reached a knee-shaking
climax.


***


The following day dragged slowly, made worse by the fact I had the day off
work.  I tried to keep myself busy and keep my mind off the impending test
results: going on a bike ride, doing some housework, tending to the garden,
catching up on my emails.  Yet every time I sat down, the worries came
flooding back.  I wasn't even able to meet up with Dylan as he was out all
day with Sam, Jack and Charlotte.

I slept fitfully that night, feeling almost drunk when my alarm went off.
I wasn't due in at work until after lunch, so I'd arranged to spend the
morning with Dylan.  After heading up to his room, we began to get
undressed.  We were both down to just our underwear when my phone rang.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hi.  Is that Mr Brown?" came a woman's voice on the other end.

"Yes," I replied.  "How can I help you?"

"This is Nurse Harrison from the GUM clinic.  We've got your results for
you."

"Oh.  Okay."

"Don't worry," she said.  "It's good news.  All the tests came back clear."

My heart skipped a beat.

"That's great," I said, pumping my fist in celebration.  "Thank you so much
for letting me know."

"No problem," she replied.  "Just make sure you keep yourself protected in
future."

"I will.  Thanks again."

I ended the call and put the phone down on the bed.

"Who was that?" Dylan asked.

"Nothing for you to worry about," I told him.  And I was right; it wasn't.

I leapt on top of him, kissing him passionately.  As we kissed, I slid his
boxers down his legs.  Working my lips down his body, I paid particular
attention to his sensitive nipples.  Soon he was a quivering wreck beneath
me.  I swallowed his hard prick, sucking him like it was going out of
fashion.

With a deep grunt, he blew in my mouth.  I swallowed his boy-cream
greedily.  It had been nearly a week since I'd last been able to taste it,
and I missed the sweet, yet slightly salty flavour.

After a few moments rest, Dylan returned the favour, sucking me dry.


***

I worked most days over the next week or so, but still managed to visit
Dylan on a daily basis.  We had to juggle these get togethers around my
shifts and his training, but it was easier now with him being off school
for the summer holidays.

And boy was it worth the juggling!  Each time we met we would trade blow
jobs, even 69ing on a couple of occasions.  Most times I would also finger
Dylan's boy-hole.  He could now take two fingers with ease.  I'd tried
working a third digit in, but he couldn't yet take it comfortably.


***


It was mid August, and I'd managed to get a few days off work.  After a
busy morning getting things ready, I drove over to Dylan's and rang the
bell.

"Hi Andy," Sandra said as she answered the door.  "Come on in."

"Thanks," I said, walking into the hallway.

"I presume you're here to pick up his clothes?" she asked.

"Yeah.  Am I okay to go straight up?"

"That's fine.  Go ahead."

I went up the stairs and into Dylan's bedroom.  I'd rung Sandra earlier in
the week to arrange things.  Dylan was going to spend nearly a fortnight at
mine.  But he knew nothing about it yet, so I needed to pick up some
clothes for him.  I could have asked Sandra to get some out, but there were
a few items in particular I wanted to pack for him, and didn't want to
explain why to his mum.

Bags packed, I headed back downstairs.

"Thanks again for letting me have him for a couple of weeks," I said to
her.

"Oh, it's my pleasure," she said.  "It'll be much easier only having two of
them to look after!"

After waving goodbye, I got in the car and set off.


***


I parked the car and walked over to the automatic doors.  Working out where
I needed to go, I followed the sign down the corridor.  I opened the door
and walked in.

The sight before me was breathtaking.  A dozen or so boys and girls ranging
from about 8 to 16, all dressed in a variety of lycra garments.  Some
vaulting, some swinging on bars, others practicing tumbles and rolls.  And
then I saw him.  Dylan.  My Dylan.  Arms taut, balancing carefully on top
of a pommel horse, an instructor close by.  He was wearing a tight, white
leotard and a pair of blue shorts that barely covered his bottom.

"Can I help you?" a severe looking woman in her 60s asked me.

"Hi... yeah," I replied.  "I'm here to pick up Dylan Williams.  I presume
his mum told you I'd be collecting him."

"Hang on a minute."  She walked over to a table and came back clutching a
clipboard.  "Yes.  Here it is.  You must be Andy Brown."

"That's me."

"We'll be finished in a few minutes," she told me.  "Then you're free to
take him."

"Thanks," I said as she walked over to a pair of girls who were working on
their diving rolls.

I turned my attention back to Dylan.  He was travelling up and down the
horse, moving one hand at a time.  Even from this distance, I could see the
strain he was putting on his arms, and he had a look of steely
determination on his face.  The weightlifting work he was doing was
starting to pay off.  He wasn't completely secure (a wobble here and
there), but what he was achieving was impressive for someone of his age.

A shrill whistle blew.  Everyone stopped.

"Right guys," a voice boomed.  "Good work today.  Time to stop what you're
doing and get off home.  See you all tomorrow."

Each of the gymnasts dismounted their apparatus, a number of them having a
brief chat with one of the coaches.  Dylan shared a high-five with his
coach and then walked over to where all the parents were congregated.  I
could see him looking around for his mum.  Then he spotted me.  He smiled,
brightly.

"Andy!" he beamed.  "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to pick you up," I replied.

"But mum never said anything about it."

"Didn't she?"  I smiled to myself.


***


We were driving along when Dylan told me that this wasn't the way his mum
usually went.

"No.  It won't be," I told him.  "Cos we're not going back to your house."

"Oh," he said, sounding surprised.  "So where are we going then?"

"Mine."

"Oh, wow!  That's so cool!  I've been wondering what your place is like."

"Well now you'll get the chance to find out.  Your mum's letting you stay
with me for while."

"Awesome!" he cheered.  "How long?"

"12 days.  She wants you back for a bit before you return to school."

"That's brilliant!"  He paused, looking concerned.  "But I've got no
clothes with me.  All I've got is what I'm wearing now."

"Don't worry about that," I told him, pointing behind me.  "I popped round
to yours earlier and picked a few things up for you."

"Oh.  Thanks."  He still looked a little concerned.  Worried perhaps that I
might have packed what he considered to be the wrong things.

As we continued our journey, we slipped into an easy conversation about
Dylan's training and what we'd seen of the Olympic Games so far.
Eventually, our chat turned to what Dylan had been doing to pass the time
during his holidays, which mainly consisted of going to training, watching
porn, Skyping with Jamie, catching Pokemon, and meeting up with his
friends.  We talked at fair length about his mates, as I was eager to get
to know more about them.  When Oscar was mentioned, I noticed Dylan scowl
slightly.  I had a hunch that something was up, so pulled up in a lay-by.

"Dylan?" I asked.  "Is everything okay between you and Oscar?  He hasn't
told anyone has he?"

"No, he hasn't," Dylan snapped.

"But there is something wrong?" I pressed.

"Um... no... not really."  I could tell he wasn't telling me the truth.
Five years teaching gives you an instinct for when a child is lying.

"What's happened?" I asked, my tone making it clear I wasn't going to quit
until I got a proper answer.

He hesitated.  I held my nerve, staring at him.

"Well... it was when we came back from Bulgaria.  I went round to see him.
I wanted to check things were still okay.  Check he hadn't told anyone.  He
hadn't.  But he threatened me.  Said he'd tell his parents,
unless... unless... unless I jerked him off."  He looked down, refusing to
make eye contact.

"So what did you do?" I asked.

"What could I do?  I couldn't take the risk.  I wanked him.  I thought that
would put an end to it.  But then he texted me a day later saying he wanted
to see me.  When I went round, he made the same threat.  So I did it again.
And that's what I've been doing ever since.  Meeting up with him every day
or two and giving him a hand job."

"Oh," I said, tersely.

Dylan obviously picked up on my tone.  "It's okay though.  I don't mind
doing it.  He's got quite a nice dick, actually."

"Hmmmm," I sighed, still not overly happy with the situation.  I didn't so
much mind the fact that Dylan was jerking off another lad, after all, I'd
actively encouraged him to go with Jamie.  It was the fact that he was
being forced to do it.  "Well, so long as that's all he's asking you to do,
I guess we'll just have to put up with it.  At least while you're staying
with me you'll have an excuse not to see him."  I paused.  "That is all
he's asking you to do, isn't it?"

Dylan sat quietly, an apprehensive look on his face.  I knew right away
that there was more.

"What else has he done?" I asked firmly.

"Well... he's..."

"Come on Dylan.  I need to know.  I won't get angry at you."

"He... he... he wants me to give him a blow job."  His answer came almost
as a whisper.

As I listened to his words, my blood ran cold.  "He... he... he WHAT!?"  I
slammed my fist against the steering wheel.  "How dare he, the little shit.
Wait until I get my hands on him.  I'll give him something to think about!"
Suddenly, I froze, the gravity of Dylan's words sinking in.  "He hasn't
though?  You didn't let him?"

"No, Andy.  Don't worry.  I told him no."

"Thank god for that."  I pulled Dylan towards me as tears began to run down
my cheeks and dampen his leotard.

It took me a few moments to compose myself.  He was with me now, out of
Oscar's grasp.

"Well, let's put that out of our minds for now.  Don't let it spoil our
time together."

I pulled back out onto the main road, heading off for my house.


***


Dylan seemed fascinated by my place when we arrived.  It was nothing
special, just an ordinary three bedroom terraced house in the suburbs of
the city.  But he insisted on inspecting every room, although I refused to
let him look in my bedroom just yet.  As he nosed around the spare bedroom,
I slung his bag in.

"Only for the time being," I reassured him.

His curiosity satisfied for now, I poured us both some juice.  Dylan must
have been thirsty from his gymnastics practice as he downed his drink.  I
then put some toast on.

"Okay," I said, after we'd finished eating.  "Now you can go look in my
bedroom."

Dylan raced up the stairs, taking two at a time.  I trailed behind him.  By
the time I'd got there, he was already sat on the bed, bouncing up and down
like a three year old.

"This is such a cool bed!" he announced.

"I'm glad you approve," I replied, as I began closing the blinds.  "Now get
naked for me."

Dylan quickly complied.  Soon, his clothes were strewn on the floor, and he
was as naked as the day he was born.  The only difference being the
sizeable cock - currently pointing up to the ceiling - between his legs.

"Do you trust me?" I asked him.

"Of course."

"Good," I said, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss.  "Here we go."  I
grabbed Dylan's leotard off the floor and tied it around his head,
blindfolding him.  Then I took out some bondage rope and tied his hands to
the headboard.

"Whoa!  What are you doing to me?" Dylan asked.

"You'll see," I told him.

I poured some lube onto his boy-rod and began to stroke it.  Dylan purred
with pleasure.  I then began to move up and down his body.  A few more
strokes of his straining cock.  Nipping and sucking his nipples.  A lick or
two of his boyhood.  The occasional kiss: on his lips, his abs, his thighs.
Sucking on his balls.  All designed to give him pleasure.  Dylan's groans
and pants built in a crescendo as I brought him gradually closer and closer
to orgasm.

Not being able to see what I was going to do to him next just seemed to add
to Dylan's pleasure.  One moment I'd have my fingers on his cock.  Then my
lips would be on his neck.

Dylan started taking deep breaths as I sped up my sensual assault.  "I'm
gonna..." Dylan started, but able to sense the boy's imminence, I stopped
just in time and took a couple of steps back.

Then nothing. No touching, no kissing, nothing at all.

I waited for several moments, before stepping forward again, and hovering
over Dylan's body.  I moved towards his groin, my mouth just clear of the
sensitive shaft.  Dylan must have sensed how close I was.  He thrust his
hips in the air, trying to make contact.  I took him into my mouth and
sucked.

"Oh yeah," Dylan groaned.  "Keep going... oh... oh..."

I pulled away again, Dylan left on the verge of orgasm once more.  Although
I knew he would be frustrated that I wasn't letting him blow his load, I
also knew how much more amazing his final orgasm would be.  By this time I
was getting pretty warm, so I stripped down to just my boxers.

After waiting a few moments, I wrapped my fingers around Dylan's cock once
again.  And my routine started over.  Licking, stroking, touching.  This
time I slipped a finger down beneath Dylan's balls, sliding teasingly over
his hole.  His reactions showed his orgasm was building again, creeping
closer to his final release.

Again I stopped at the last moment.

"No!" Dylan cried out.

Giving him a few more seconds for his orgasm to abate, I stroked the
tormented meat a few more times, taking him to the brink again.  He bucked
his entire body as I pulled away, making a vain attempt to maintain the
physical contact for just a few more seconds.

"This is too much," Dylan gasped.  "I don't know how much more I can take."

"But you seem to be enjoying yourself so much," I said calmly as I stroked
his chest.  He groaned: a heady mix of frustration and pleasure.

"Please let me cum!" Dylan cried out.

I desperately wanted to continue.  It was so hot bringing the young teen to
the brink time and again, only to deny his release.  His writhing around on
the bed, and the noises he was making, was turning me on so much.  But I
doubted he could take much more.  I decided it was time to let it end.

Putting my hand on his chest, I stroked down towards his groin.  Dylan
gasped repeatedly, his body over-sensitive to any stimulation.  I slipped
my finger into Dylan's crack, pushing it inside and grazing his boy button.
He made a noise unlike anything I'd ever heard from him.

I paused as I pulled his blindfold off, making him squint at first as his
eyes adjusted to the light.  Once it had, he looked at me and murmured,
"can I... cum?"  I nodded.  Dylan looked like he was ready to cry with
relief.  He lay there, looking down at his rigid cock as I wrapped my hand
around it.

I counted the strokes out loud as I jerked Dylan to his long-desired
release, a finger still inserted in his arse and playing with his prostate.
"One, two."

"Yes, yes, yes," Dylan muttered, in time with the strokes.

"Three, four."

"Yes, ah, yes."

"Five, six."

"Yes, oh, I'm gonna..."

Before stroke number seven, it started.  Dylan yelped.  His penis twitched
violently in my hand and numerous ropes of cum started shooting out of his
dick.  The first couple of shots hit his chin and neck; the rest landing on
his chest and abs.  I squeezed the last few drops out, a little trickling
onto my fingers, which I took into my mouth.

Dylan panted breathlessly, his eyes closed as he wallowed in post-orgasmal
bliss.  I pulled my finger out of his boy-hole.

"Wow!" he said.  "That was... the best... ever!"

Having played with Dylan for so long, my own cock was rock hard, and I'd
leaked a substantial amount of pre-cum into my pants.  I pulled them down,
eager for release.  I took my hard-on into my hand, jerking it a couple of
times.  My body tingled.  It wouldn't take much for me to blow.

Reaching down, I picked up Dylan's discarded briefs.  Wrapping them over my
hard member, I began to wank into them.  Soon I was groaning and grunting.
My orgasm built quickly.  Toes curling, I shot a heavy load into the front
pouch of the garment.

Dylan's eyes were still closed.

"Best go get dinner ready," I told him.  "Let's get you dressed."

Opening his eyes, Dylan looked around the room.  The experience must have
taken a lot out of him.  He seemed unable to focus properly.

I pushed his feet through the leg holes of his sodden briefs.  I pulled
them up his legs, lifting up the front pouch to stop it making contact with
him prematurely.  Finally, they were in position.  I lowered the waistband.
Dylan squirmed as his cock and balls made contact with my warm cum.
Placing my hand over the material, I pushed down, my jizz squelching into
his groin.

"Ewwww," he said, giggling.  "You dirty fucker!  I'll get you back for
that!"

"A pity you're still tied up then," I replied, tugging at his restraints to
emphasise my point.

"Come on," he whined.  "Let me go."

"Oh, I don't know.  Maybe I should leave you like this all night."  His
mouth dropped open.  "Okay.  I'll let you go."

I untied his hands.  It took him a while to get them working again.  Once
he did, he slid down his briefs and threw them into the laundry basket.
Before I realised what he was doing, he picked up my t-shirt and used it to
clean himself up.  That job done, he thrust the t-shirt in my face.  I
ducked, and ran out of the door.  Dylan began to chase me, t-shirt in hand:
along the landing, down the stairs, into the lounge.  Finally he caught me.
Launching himself at me, we ended up in a heap on the sofa, the cum-stained
t-shirt pressed into my face.  I didn't really mind, despite the fight I'd
put up.  What's to dislike - a piece of cloth covered in the remnants of
mine and Dylan's orgasms?  I licked the garment several times, much to
Dylan's hilarity.


***


After our meal, we settled down in front of the TV, watching a film.
Despite the late afternoon toast and a generous sized dinner, Dylan still
had room to munch his way through a large bowl of popcorn.

"Andy," Dylan said, as the credits began to roll.  "I need your advice."

'Uh, oh,' I thought to myself, alarm bells ringing.  Please don't tell me
there's more to the Oscar situation!

"Aha," I replied, apprehensively.  "What is it?"

"You know I told you about the boy in year 7?"

"You mean the one who's really cute, with the blonde hair that just sort of
shines when he walks down the corridor?" I asked, imitating Dylan's words
during our holiday.

"Yeah."  Dylan blushed.  "That one."

"What about him?" I asked.

"Well I was round at Will's the other day.  And he was there.  They're in
the same year, and they've started hanging out together."

"Okay.  That's good."

"Well... the thing is... Will had to go see his mum about something, and
while he was gone, Oliver - that's his name by the way - asked me if it was
true that I was gay.  I told him I was.  I mean, I thought everyone at
school knew anyway.  And then... well... he asked me out."

"Oh.  Right."  I paused, a bit shocked at what Dylan had just said.  "So
what did you say?" I asked, regaining my composure.

"Not much.  I didn't really know what to say.  I told him I wasn't sure.  I
said I needed some time to think about it.  Then Will came back in and told
us that Oliver's mum was here to pick him up.  So he left."

"Oh," I said, not quite sure how to tell him that he'd acted like a
complete pratt.

"So what do you think I should do?" he asked.

I pondered things for a moment.  "Well first off, do you want to go out
with him or not?"

"I'm not sure."

"I thought we'd discussed this before.  If you're worried about my
feelings, don't be.  I told you, I want you to be happy.  And if going out
with Oliver will make you happy, then do it."

"I know.  But it's not that."

"Well, what's the problem then?" I asked.  "After all, you said he was
really cute."

 "He is.  But... I don't really know him.  I only spoke to him for the
first time when we were at Will's.  What if we don't get on?"

"Did you get on the other day?"

"Well, yeah... I suppose."

"Then go out with him!"

"I dunno.  I mean, he's younger than me.  And I don't even know if he's
gay."

"Look," I said.  "He's asked you out, so he obviously fancies you.  Maybe
he's not gay.  Maybe he's bi.  Maybe he's straight and just going through a
phase.  But what've you got to lose.  Go out with him.  Have a bit of fun.
Yeah, you might not get on.  It might not last.  So what?  Okay, it'll
probably hurt if you break up, but that's part of growing up.  After all,
it's not like he's asked you to marry him.  And so what about him being
younger than you.  Will's younger than you, and you get on well with him,
don't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Then say yes to him."

"I still don't know," he said, sounding unsure of himself.

"Have you got his email address?" I asked.

"No," he replied.  "But Will might have."

"Okay.  Get it off Will, and then email him.  You might want to begin by
apologising to him.  It must have taken real guts for him to ask you out.
And I don't think you treated him particularly well," I said, trying to put
across my thoughts as tactfully as I could.

Dylan sighed.  "Yeah.  You're right.  I've been a bit of a dick, haven't
I?"

"Just a little.  Now, I think it's time we headed up to bed."


***

End of chapter 12.  A few new twists and turns, and lots of fun to be had
as Dylan stays with Andy for a couple of weeks.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated - andybrown2000@outlook.com