Date: Thu, 11 May 2017 15:01:17 +0000
From: Andy Brown <andybrown2000@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Dylan - chapter 20

Tutoring Dylan - chapter 20


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From the end of chapter 19:

"Wow, that was amazing!" Dylan said, after taking a few moments to recover.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed.  "Now let's get some sleep."

Soon, we had both snuggled under the duvet, Dylan's naked back nestled
against my chest.

"Andy?" Dylan said, turning his head round.  "You didn't shoot much.  Is
everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.  Probably just because you
gave me a BJ this morning, and then I had a wank at lunchtime."  I hoped
that would put his mind at ease.  Obviously, I felt guilty for lying to him
about the real reason, but at this stage I still felt it was best to keep
Lars a secret.


***


I was woken at 7 o'clock as my alarm went.  Quickly, I turned it off.
Beside me, Dylan stirred slightly.  As I got out of bed and headed out of
our bedroom, I saw him roll over, his eyes still closed.

Trudging into the bathroom, I went through my usual morning ritual: the
three S's as I liked to call it (shit, shave, shower).  Once my ablutions
were complete, I tiptoed back into our room, quietly grabbing some clothes
out of my wardrobe, being careful not to wake my sleeping angel.  Taking my
armful of clothes back into the bathroom, I towelled myself off, squirting
some deodorant in each armpit.  After pulling my clothes on, I headed
downstairs and out of the front door.


***


I arrived at my stop at twenty past seven, a couple of minutes before the
bus was due to arrive.  No one else was waiting.

Less than a minute later, my transportation arrived.  It wasn't unusual for
it to be early at this time in the morning.  After showing my pass to the
driver, I climbed the stairs and nestled down in my usual seat.

As expected, the bus was pretty empty - a couple dressed in suits
downstairs, a rather tired looking teenage girl sat upstairs at the back.
Given the time, I suspected she'd stayed out last night and was trying to
sneak back home before her parents realised.

Knowing that I needed to deal with the Lars situation, I pulled out my
phone.  It took me a few minutes, and several edits, before I finalised my
message.  'Hi.  I've really enjoyed our get togethers, but still worried
about what happened yesterday.  I think it'd be best if we didn't meet up
today. x'

After sending the message I silently hoped that he'd take it the way I
intended.  I didn't want us to stop doing things together, I simply didn't
want to run the risk of us getting caught doing them.

A couple of minutes later, Lars' reply came through.  'Hi yourself.  Too
early - you woke me up!  Aw, come on, I'm sure we won't get caught again
;-)'

I texted back.  'Sorry.  Too risky.'

'Please!  I'll make it worth your while!'

He was persistent, I'd give him that.  'No.  Not happening.' I sent back.

'Pleeeeese!  You gotta, or I'll burst!'

I almost gave in, but held my resolve.  'No.  Final answer.'

For a couple of minutes, I didn't hear anything back.  Assuming he'd got
the message, I slipped my phone back in my pocket.  Less than thirty
seconds later, it buzzed.

I pulled it out.  It was from Lars again.  The message simply read: 'So you
don't want any of this?'  Along with it was a photo; it was a close-up of
Lars' erect cock.

Almost instinctively, I licked my lips.  Oh, fuck it, I thought to myself.
Quickly, I hammered out a reply.  'OK.  You win.  We'll meet up, but not in
the office.'

Lars' reply came back in an instant.  'Yey!  Meet me outside McDonalds, 5
past 12.'

My eyebrows furrowed as I wondered what he was planning.  'OK.  See you
then.'


***


Before heading in to the office, I stopped off at Costa.  With a cheese and
tomato toastie stashed in my bag, and a cup of flat white coffee in my
hand, I made my way through the entrance area at work and into the lift.
After getting off at the third floor, I checked my pigeon hole (no post
today), and then found out what terminal I would be working at (26).

Since there were still ten minutes to go before my shift officially
started, I made my way to the employee lounge.  Once there, I quickly
devoured the scrumptious toastie, although, in my haste, I burnt my mouth
on a scorchingly hot slice of tomato.


***


After a rather slow morning of sales, I sauntered out of the office at 12
for my lunch break, trying my best to act as casual as possible.  With my
heart racing ten to the dozen, I walked the short distance between the
office and McDonald's.  To be honest, my mind hadn't been on my work all
morning, instead it was filled with worries about meeting Lars and what he
had planned.  That probably accounted for the poor sales.  However, given
that I'd been the top seller for the past two weeks, I doubted it would
make Dan concerned.

As I turned the corner, I could see Lars stood there, already waiting for
me.  In the bright sunlight, his hair shone, only adding to his usual sex
appeal.

"Hey, you made it," he said, as I walked over to him.

"Yeah," I gulped.

"I thought you might not show up."

"I considered it," I replied truthfully, and indeed that thought had
crossed my mind numerous times during the morning.

"I'm glad you decided to come."

"So... what have you got planned?" I asked, nervously.

"I thought we could have lunch together," he replied, a grin on his face.

"Is that all?" I enquired, warily.

He winked.  "For now.  Oh, and by the way, you're buying."

I chuckled to myself as we made our way inside and joined the queue.

"So what do you want?" I asked him, a few minutes later, as we got nearer
the front of the line.

"A Big Tasty with bacon, large fries, 6 chicken nuggets, a chocolatey
donut, and a strawberry milkshake, please."

"Hungry, are you?"

"What!?" he retorted.  "I'm a growing lad."

If I kept things going with both Dylan and Lars for too much longer, I
thought to myself, I'd likely become bankrupt with the amount the pair of
them ate.

Another couple of minutes and we were at the front of the queue.

"Good afternoon," the cashier said.  "What can I get you today?"

I gave her Lars' long order and then added my own requirements: a Chicken
Legend with BBQ sauce, medium fries, and a caramel iced frappe.  After
paying, we had another short wait before the food was loaded onto a tray,
and then we headed off to find a table.

"You've not got much there," Lars quipped.

"Not compared to you, perhaps, but it's enough for me.  Besides, some of us
have to watch our weight.  Just you wait till you hit 30, then you won't
have your metabolism to keep you looking good."

Lars chuckled.  "Best make the most of it while I can, then," he said, as
he tucked into his burger.

For the next five minutes or so, we both ate.  It seemed that Lars had an
incredible ability to eat four things almost simultaneously, all while
drinking his milkshake.  Between mouthfuls, we made small-talk, mainly
about some of the characters at work.

"Ahhh, that was good!" Lars sighed after draining the last of his
milkshake.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I replied.  Taking the final bite of my burger,
I swilled it down with the remnants of my frappe.

"Right, well now you've finished, it's time for a bit of fun!" he
announced.

"What sort of fun?" I asked, cautiously.

"You'll see," he replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.  "Follow me."

Not sure what I was letting myself in for, I stood up and walked after him.
Once out of the restaurant, Lars took us down a side street, past
McDonalds' delivery entrance.

"Where are we going?" I called to him.

"Just keep following," he replied.

We walked along a bit further, the street narrowing, with tall, brick walls
on either side.

"Right, down here," he instructed, nodding his head towards a dark opening.

Obediently, and possibly rather foolishly, I obeyed, following him into a
very dark, and very narrow alley way.

"I think we should be safe down here," he said, sounding like he was trying
to convince himself as much as me.

"I'm not sure," I protested.  "Someone might come down here."

"Don't chicken out now," he replied.  "Anyway, I checked it out this
morning on my way in.  It was completely deserted."

I sighed.  "Fine.  But let's make it quick."

In the darkness of the alley way, it was difficult to see anything.  But
the sound of Lars undoing his zip was unmistakable.

"Suck it," he pleaded.

As I sank to my knees, I felt the material of my trousers begin to dampen.
It was a good job I was wearing dark ones today.  Hopefully the dirt would
be less noticeable back at the office.

Tentatively, I reached out my fingers, trying to locate Lars' cock.  After
a few seconds of fumbling, my hand made contact with his hard, hot flesh.
Using this as my guide, I lowered my head.  Sticking out my tongue, I
worked my way up the shaft until the head finally slipped between my lips.

Slowly, I took more and more of the youth's dick into my mouth, until
finally I felt his soft, blonde pubes tickle my lips.  Holding it there for
a moment, I slid my tongue around the shaft, then pulled back slightly to
allow my barrage of licks to engulf the head.  Lars was clearly enjoying my
work, a series of whimpers and moans streaming from him.

"Oh yeah!" Lars cried out.  "That feels soooo good!"

Although I was enjoying myself, I didn't want anyone to discover us, so I
sped up, attacking Lars' cock as vigorously as I could.

"Oh!" came the cry from the teen, mere moments later.  "Oooh!  Fuck!
Fuuuck!" he mewed as he shot squirt after squirt of cum into my waiting
mouth.  Hungrily, I swallowed his creamy load, letting his now spent dick
slip out of my mouth.  I stood up, doing my best to brush some of the dirt
off my knees.

"Fucking hell Andy.  That was awesome!" Lars announced.  And with that, he
dropped to his knees with a speed that made me wonder if he'd break his
legs in the process.  His hands were soon grasping at my fly; he unzipped
me, speedily freeing my erection from the confines of my underwear.  I just
had time to catch my breath from the feel of his hand on my cock, when he
stuffed it in his mouth.

Plastering both my hands against the rugged brick wall, I moaned.  "Ah,
shit!"  He was so good at this!  His tongue was playing my cock like a
flute, his lips gliding up and down my shaft like a trombone slide, and the
music they were making was playing in my mind in multi-coloured harmonics
of pleasure!

Needless to say, I didn't last very long.  Perhaps it was the danger of the
situation.  Perhaps it was my nerves speeding things along.

I came with a fury, first grunting hard, urgently, warning him of my
eruption, then when he only sucked me the harder, I groaned and blasted him
with every ounce of energy in my body.  He gagged slightly on my load,
which poured into him with a furious pungency that surprised even me.  I
felt my nostrils fill with the musky rut of my spunk as it sprayed into his
mouth.  He held on valiantly though, not a drop sliding out of those
so-perfectly formed lips of his.

Done, I sagged against the wall.  Lars refastened my trousers for me and
stood up, smiling into my idiotically grinning, spunk-drained face.
Leaning in, we kissed, sharing each other's cum.


***


It was nearing four o'clock; almost time to go home.  One final call to
make, to a Mrs Alison Fieldhead from Northwich.

Call completed, sadly no sale, I got ready to leave.  As I walked towards
the lift, I passed Wendy's door.  Suddenly, it struck me that I'd not seen
her all day.  I wondered whether she was alright and how things had gone
with Felicity last night.

Maybe I should call into her office and see her, I thought to myself.  But
would she really want to see me?  I mean, yes, she'd asked me for my help
yesterday, but that by no means meant we were now best friends.  And
besides, I needed to get a move on or I'd be late picking Dylan up from
training.

Stopping at the lift door, I pressed the call button.  As I waited for it
to arrive, a sense of guilt rose up inside me.  I had to go see her, I
realised.  So, making an about turn, I returned the way I came.

As I approached her door, I knocked lightly.

"Come in," came Wendy's voice from inside.  Opening the door, I walked into
her room.  "Oh, Andy."  She looked shocked to see me.  "Good afternoon.
What can I do for you?"

"Um... I..."  I was at a loss for words.  I guess I'd expected that she'd
pour out her heart to me once more.  "I just thought I'd come see you
before I went home."  Jeez, that sounded so stupid, I thought to myself.
It made me seem like some sort of love struck puppy.  "See how things went
with Felicity last night."

"Oh... thanks."  She looked completely taken aback, obviously not used to
people showing her such thoughtfulness or care.  "Sit down," she said,
hurriedly, as if to pull herself together.

 I did as requested.  "So... Felicity?" I ventured again.

"Yes, Felicity," she repeated, sounding not quite there.  "We had a good
chat last night.  I have to admit, some of it was hard to hear."

Over the next few minutes she recounted the discussion they'd had the
previous evening.  "It's not easy when your child tells you they hate their
own body and have been miserable for years," she concluded.  "I only wish
she'd, he'd, have talked to me about this sooner.  But then again, maybe
I'm not the easiest person to open up to."  She sounded wistful as she said
this.

"Anyway," she continued.  "What's done is done, and all we can do now is
put our best foot forward.  I've made it quite clear to... him, that I'll
support him every step of the way.  We're a family after all, and we'll get
through it as a family.  I've already booked an appointment with our GP,
though we couldn't get anything until a couple of weeks time.  Bloody
receptionist asked whether it was urgent.  I refused to tell her what it
was about, nosey cow!  I'll be making a formal complaint about her, mark my
words!"

"Oh, right," I said, hoping that the less I said, the sooner we'd finish.
Whilst I wanted to be supportive, the clock was ticking and I didn't want
to be late for Dylan.

"And I've told Mike, that's my husband," she added, seeing the blank look
on my face, "to take Felicity to the barbers on Saturday.  If... he's a
boy, then he best look like one.  We're going to have to go on another
shopping trip for school uniform too."

"Yeah," I agreed.  "I guess he can't turn up on his first day wearing a
skirt."

Wendy paused before speaking again, as if deep in thought.  "It's no
wonder... he wasn't looking happy when we went last time.  I just assumed
it was the usual aversion to shopping she'd, he'd, had since he was
younger.  But obviously it was something more."

I nodded my head encouragingly as she spoke, but kept glancing up at the
clock every so often to see the minutes tick by.  Wendy must have noticed.

"I should probably let you go," she said.  "You should have been out of
here ten minutes ago."

"Thanks, but it's no problem," I replied.  Actually, it was, but I didn't
want to be rude.

"Thanks again for your support Andy.  It really does mean a lot."

"No problem," I said, standing up.

"Have a good rest of the day.  I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks.  But actually, I've got tomorrow off."

"See you Monday then," she replied.

"Yes, bye," I said as I headed towards the door.

Once out of her office I quickly walked to the lift.  I pressed the call
button and waited for it to arrive.  It seemed to be taking ages.  I
pressed it again, several times in fact, taking my frustration out on it.
Moments later it arrived, it's doors opening.

Hurriedly, I got in, my finger jabbing at the 'G' button.  The lift began
to move, only to stop seconds later, a big number '2' lighting up on the
screen.  The doors opened and a middle-aged woman stepped in.  She smiled
at me, looked across at the console, and seeing the 'G' lit up, moved
further in.

The lift once more whirred into life.  As the number '1' appeared on the
screen, the lift juddered to a halt again.

"Shit," I muttered, under my breath.

This time an elderly looking gentleman, walking stick in hand, hobbled in.
He, too, looked at the console, though obviously didn't see the answer he
wanted.  Leaning over, he pressed the number '4'.  A couple of seconds
later, the lift began to move again.  Moments later, the letter 'G' flashed
on to the screen.  Finally, I thought to myself, as I hurried out into the
entrance lobby.

My bag swinging behind me, I set off running, heading towards my bus stop.
As I got closer, I could see the bus I needed sat there.  It's right
indicator began to flash.  I picked up my pace, sprinting now, my lungs
burning as I ran.

But my efforts were in vain.  I was still a good ten metres off when it
pulled out.  I stopped running, my bag falling off my shoulder as I did so.
Despondently, I trudged towards the bus stop.  Looking up, the electronic
update told me I had six minutes to wait until the next one arrived.  I
sighed, knowing there was little chance of picking Dylan up on time now.


***


That chance ebbed away even further as the next bus arrived several minutes
late.  Then, due to a combination of slow moving traffic and lots of people
getting on and off at each stop, I arrived home with only twenty minutes
left to get to the gymnastics centre.  There was no way I was going to make
it on time.  Even on a good day it took at least twenty-five minutes, but
at this time of day I was bound to hit rush hour traffic.

As I climbed into my car, I sent Dylan a quick message.  'Got held up at
work.  Be late picking you up.  Sorry.'

I pushed the car as fast as I could all the way to the centre.  But, as
suspected, I had to contend with several traffic jams.  I pulled up in the
car park nearly fifteen minutes after practice had ended.

Getting out of the car, I walked over towards the entrance to the building.
As I got closer, I noticed two figures outside.  Getting nearer still, I
could make out that one of them was Dylan.  He was sat on some railings,
bag at his feet, a bored expression on his face.  Stood nearby was the head
coach.

"Sorry I'm late," I said as I approached.

"I should think so too," the booming voice of the coach replied.  "Quarter
of an hour since we finished.  Next time, make sure you're on time."

"Yeah, sure.  Will do."  Though of course, with Dylan returning to his
parents on Saturday, it was likely to be a while before I picked him up
from here again.

The coach strode off towards the car park.  Dylan hopped down off the
railings, picking up his bag from the floor after he'd landed.

"I'm really sorry," I said, noting the look on his face.

"Whatever," he replied, trying to sound cool.  But I could sense he was
pretty pissed at me.


***


The journey home was fairly quiet.  I tried my best to engage Dylan in
conversation about what he'd been doing all day and how his gymnastics
session had gone, but to little avail.  In the end, I turned the radio on,
deciding to let him mope.

As the radio flickered to life, out came the sound of a heavy electronic
beat.  As the verse kicked in, I realised what the song was, nodding my
head in time to it.  I cranked up the volume as the words pumped out: "You
look as good as the day I met you.  I forget just why I left you, I was
insane.  Stay and play that Blink-182 song, that we beat to death in
Tucson, OK."

I began to sing along.  "I know it breaks your heart.  Moved to the city in
a broke-down car.  And four years, no call.  Now I'm looking pretty in a
hotel bar."  Dylan just looked at me, shaking his head.  I carried on
regardless.  "And I, I, I, I, I can't stop.  No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop."

Unable to resist, Dylan joined in as we got to the chorus.  "So, baby, pull
me closer, in the back seat of your Rover, that I know you can't afford.
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder, pull the sheets right off the corner of
that mattress that you stole from your roommate back in Boulder.  We ain't
ever getting older."  We carried on, sing along, until the song ended.

"You've got a good voice on you," I told him.  "Nice tone."

"Thanks," he replied, looking a little bashful.

After our impromptu sing-a-long, the radio DJ began a game called 'Innuendo
Bingo'.  It was a favourite of mine, but I was unsure how Dylan would react
to the feature.  The basic idea is that the presenter (Scott Mills) plays
clips from other radio or TV programmes, where what is said can be
misconstrued as innuendo.  The clips are played to Chris Stark (Scott's
sidekick) and a celebrity guest, both of who have their mouths full of
water, and the aim of the game is to hit the other person with the water
when it spurts out when you laugh.

When the first clip played, Dylan seemed unsure of whether or not he should
laugh.  After reassuring him that he was allowed to - "I'm not your
parents" - he soon joined in with me as I chuckled away at the feature.  In
fact, I was surprised by the number of innuendos he seemed to get, with his
favourite seeming to be: "I always remember that example of Chris Hughton,
who had the benefit of his Norwich team through an international break, and
he drilled them, he drilled them hard!  Until they could barely walk, I
believe."


***


Back home, I looked in the fridge, noting that there was very little left
in there.  I made a mental note to myself to go shopping in the morning.  I
then made what I described as a 'Ready Steady Cook' meal of pasta along
with the odds and ends of veg that I found lurking at the bottom of the
fridge, bound together with a tin of chopped tomatoes.  Dylan didn't get
the reference, a reminder of the age gap between us.

[A note to any non-UK readers.  'Ready Steady Cook' was a TV cookery show
in the 90s where two members of the public provided two celebrity chefs
with a bag of ingredients they had bought, usually to a set budget of
£5.  The chefs then had to use these ingredients (plus anything they
liked from the pantry/larder) to create a meal.]

As we ate, Dylan opened up about what he'd been up to all day, including a
workout at the gym, Skype chats with Oliver and with Jamie, and several
hours playing on my X-box.  He also filled me in on how training had gone.
After Dylan had finished, I told him about my day (well, all but what
happened at lunchtime), sharing with him the latest update on Wendy and
Felicity.

"Got anything planned for us this evening?" he asked, after we'd cleared
our plates.

"Might have," I replied, teasing him.

"Ooooh!  Ooooh!  What is it?  What is it?"

"You'll see."

"Is it something from my list?" he asked, excitedly.

"Just wait and see," I responded, enjoying tormenting him.  "Let's head
upstairs."

I set off, looking forward to what was to come next.  Dylan followed
quickly behind, overtaking me before we got to the stairs, and dashing up
them.  By the time I got to the top, he was already in our bedroom and sat
on the bed, his gymnastics vest laying on the floor.

I stood casually in the doorway.  "We're not in there tonight," I told him.
"Not yet, anyway."

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

"Bathroom," came my simple reply, as I set off towards it.  Leaving his top
discarded on the floor, Dylan was soon right behind me.  "Sit down," I
instructed, nodding towards the closed toilet seat.  Dylan did as
requested.

"What are we gonna be doing in here?" he enquired, his voiced etched with
suspicion.

"Do you remember our conversation last night?" I asked, changing the
subject.

"You mean about you not being a teacher anymore?"

 "Not that one, no."

"Errrr... soooo, about me wanting to do musicals then?"

I shook my head.  Dylan shrugged his shoulders.  "Later on," I prompted.

"Oh," he said, a look of realisation sweeping across his face.  "You mean
about me, well... about me not..." he pulled a face, "... not wiping
properly."

"Yeah, that one."

"Look, I said I'm sorry, didn't I?"

"Yes, I know you did.  But it got me thinking.  And so, I want to show you
something."

"Okay," Dylan said, sounding rather wary.

"Ever heard of an enema?" I asked.

"A what?"

"I'll take that as a 'no' then.  An enema is where you use water to clean
out your bottom."

Dylan turned bright red as I said this.

"When you're having anal sex," I carried on, "it's a good idea to keep
yourself clean back there.  Now obviously wiping properly with loo roll,
and even using a wipe, will get you fairly clean.  But they won't get you
fully clean inside.  And the last thing you want is for your partner to
stick their cock up your arse, only to find it covered in shit when it
comes back out."

He now looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up.

"Now, let me show you how it's done."

With that, I opened up the cupboard under the sink, pulling out a douche,
its nozzle, and a small tube of lubricant.  Letting the tap run for a few
moments, I checked the temperature.

"You always need to make sure you use tepid water," I instructed.  "If it's
too hot, it'll burn you.  Too cold, and it's quite a shock!"

Once the water was at the correct temperature, I filled the bulb and then
inserted the nozzle.  The water still running, I gave the nozzle a quick
rinse and then laid the filled douche on the side of the bath.

After grabbing a towel from the airing cupboard, and laying it down on the
floor, I stripped off my clothes.  I squeezed a small amount of lube onto
my fingers, running some over the nozzle, using the rest to coat my hole.

"Okay Dylan," I said to him.  "I'm afraid you're gonna have to move from
off there.  I'll need to use it shortly."

Dylan stood up, moving past me to the other side of the room.  It had been
several minutes since he'd said anything.  I was beginning to wonder
whether I'd shocked him into permanent silence.

Ignoring this for the time being, I picked up the douche, knelt on the
laid-out towel, and then pushed the nozzle inside me.  Being quite narrow,
the nozzle slipped in fairly easily, and I soon had the necessary three
inches inserted.  Gently, I began to squeeze the bulb, my rectum slowly
filling up with water.  It was an odd feeling.  Different to getting
fucked, though not altogether unpleasant.  Despite doing this a couple of
times a week (mainly for health reasons, given my lack of recent anal sex),
it still felt weird.

I held the water in place for a minute or so, then, still keeping the bulb
squeezed, I slid the nozzle out of my rectum.  Feeling rather full, I
hobbled over to the toilet, being careful not to dash too quickly for fear
of expelling too early.  That had happened to me before, and the results
weren't pleasant.  Let's just say the carpet had to be changed after that
incident!

Sitting down on the toilet, I allowed my bottom to relax and its contents
to be expelled.  The results were explosive as a mixture of water and
excrement hurtled its way into the toilet bowl, splashing as it landed.
Soon, the room was filled with a less than pleasant aroma.

I stood up, giving my arse cheeks a quick dab with some toilet paper to mob
up the resulting splash-back.  Looking down into the bowl, I could see the
expelled water was a dirty brown colour.  After flushing the toilet, I got
back into position on the towel and repeated the process.

This time when I expelled the water, it looked much clearer, though there
was still a slight hue to it.  I douched again, the water now running clear
on this third attempt.

"So that's how you do it," I said to Dylan, after I'd cleaned the equipment
and put everything back away.  "Any questions?"

"Yeah," he replied.  "Does it always smell that bad?"

I chuckled.  "Oh, that's nothing.  I clean myself out fairly regularly, so
my smell doesn't really build up that much.  But the first time I did
it... phwoarrr!  What a stench!  I nearly heaved it was that bad.  And I'm
sure it'll smell pretty bad when we do it to you."

"To me?" Dylan said, a look of sheer panic on his face.  "No way!  You're
not doing that to me!"

"Oh," I said, casually.  "That's a pity.  I guess you don't want me to fuck
you then."

Dylan frowned at me, knowing that I had him over a barrel.

"Time to head back to our bedroom," I told him.  "And when we get there,
you can lose the rest of your clothes."


***


Still naked, I clambered onto the bed, positioning myself on all fours.  As
I thought about what was still to come, my cock rose to attention.

"So what are we gonna do now?" Dylan asked, after removing the rest of his
clothes.  His dick was also hard.

"I want you to rim me."

"Oh," he said, sounding a little taken aback.  "I'm not really sure what to
do."

I found it cute, the way he was clearly torn between wanting to do it, and
being scared of doing it badly.  "Just try to remember what I did when I
did it to you," I suggested, turning my head to talk to him.  "Then try and
copy that.  I'm sure it'll feel good, no matter how you do it."

As he listened to my words, I could see his chest expand, almost as if my
encouragement filled him with some unseen energy.

"Here goes," he said, as he moved around the bed until he was directly
behind me.  As he lowered his head, I could feel his warm breath against by
arse.  Hesitantly, I felt him lightly kiss my right buttock.  Obviously
deciding this wasn't too bad, he repeated the move on my left one.

Reaching out, Dylan grabbed hold of the bum cheeks he'd just kissed.
Gripping them in his soft hands, he pulled them lightly apart.  I felt the
tingle of the cool evening air on my now exposed anus.  Then, wetness.
Dylan had just swiped his tongue against my bum-hole.  My whole body
tingled with pleasure.

"Oh yeah, Dylan," I encouraged him.  "That's it.  Keep it up."

Another swipe of his tongue, and Dylan licked it again.  I quivered, a
mixture of pleasure at what he'd just done, and anticipation of what he
might do next.

Behind me, I could sense Dylan crouching lower, his head now almost
touching my back-side.  He'd clearly made his mind up he was going to do
this, and do it well.

Once in position, he began to get to work.  A couple of long, slow licks to
begin with.  Tentatively, almost.  Then his licking became shorter,
quicker, lapping at my hole.

I could feel his tongue loosening me up, my rosebud relaxing.  The feelings
he was sending through me were incredible.  I was in a state of pure bliss.

Getting into it now, he began to probe deeper.  I bounced up and down as
Dylan pushed his tongue into my hole.  The feeling of it tickling, then
poking past my ring, drove me wild and I whined joyfully.  Gradually, he
worked his tongue further and further into me.

I moaned like a bitch in heat as he fucked me with his tongue, my rampant
erection dripping pre-cum onto the bed covers.  Pushing my arse back
against his face, I ached to feel more of it inside me.  Picking up on my
cues, I could feel Dylan twist his tongue inside me, and then dart it
rapidly in and out.  I was going wild, almost screaming as he took my lust
to an all time high.  Sensing the effect he was having on me, Dylan gave
one final slow, lingering swipe, before pulling away.

I kneeled up, turning round to face my teenage lover.

"Woooahh," I groaned.

"Did I do okay?" he asked.

"Better than okay," I replied.  "That was amazing!"  Dylan's face lit up.
"Now I think it's time for you to fuck me."

"You serious?" he gasped.

"Completely," I responded, my eyes lidded over with lust.  Scrambling
across the bed, I opened the bedside draw, pulling out a tube of KY and a
box of condoms.  "Now get one of these on," I instructed, throwing the box
to him.

Dylan caught it, but didn't open them.  He had a concerned look on his
face.

"Andy?  How do you put them on?"

After momentarily despairing about the state of sex-education in our
country's schools, I smiled at him.  "Come here," I said.  Reaching out, I
placed a hand on his hip and pulled him towards me.  Tilting my head, I
leant in, kissing him passionately.  As we embraced, our erections pushed
together, my copious pre-cum helping them to glide over each other.

Pulling away from him, I took the box out of his hand.  Pulling out a foil
packet, I closed the box and threw it across the room.  Carefully, I tore
the wrapper and slid the condom out.  Holding the tip between my finger and
thumb, I placed it over the tip of his penis.  With my other hand, I rolled
it down, his slim cock now encased in latex.

Dylan looked down, admiring how his boy-rod looked in its sheath.  For my
part, I was happy to see it fitted well.  Knowing he still had some growing
to do down there, I'd bought a 'slim fit' variety.

"Shall we do it then?" I asked.

"Yeah," he croaked.  He was clearly nervous, but the look in his eyes
showed me he was also very excited about doing it.

Suddenly taking the lead, Dylan leaned forward and kissed me slowly,
feeding his tongue gently into my mouth.  I could taste his sweet saliva
and the tomatoey aftertaste of the food we had eaten earlier.  He leaned
forward more and nibbled on my ear, coating it in his warm saliva before
nibbling his way across my neck, under my chin and to my other ear.
Nibbling gently he whispered into my ear: "Thank you for letting me do this
with you Andy."

My heart almost exploded.  The fact that he was thanking me, when he was
making my wildest fantasies come true.  It blew my mind!

He gave my ear one last nibble, pecked me on the lips and then, pressing
his hand onto my chest, pushed me backwards onto the bed.  Moving to the
foot of the bed, he stood in front of me, leaving me staring once again at
his incredible body.

With a smirk, he looked at me.  Then he lifted my legs up, pulling me
forwards so my arse was hanging off the edge of bed, exposing my hole to
him.  He leaned forward, embedding his face in my crotch.  He inhaled
deeply.  Clearly he found my scent as intoxicating as I found his.  As he
ground his nose into my pubes and licked my balls, I felt his right hand
trail up my thigh and then down my crack to my hole.  Taking the hint, I
placed my hands behind my knees, keeping my legs lifted up for him.

Feeling his slender 13-year old fingers touch my hole was almost enough to
make me cum, right then and there.  I held myself in check, telling myself
to make this last.  Grabbing the tube of KY, he squirted some out onto his
fingers.

As he pressed his finger against my hole, I let out a sharp gasp, shocked
slightly by the coolness of the gel.  He worked his finger around the
outside, lubricating it, getting me ready for what was to come.  To say I
was feeling horny would be an understatement!  He could have rammed his
cock in me there and then and I would have thanked him, but Dylan clearly
had other ideas.

His fingers disappeared once more, and again came back slick, a more
thorough coating of KY this time.  Once again, he worked his fingers around
my arse, making the area slippery with the lubricant.  A few more circles,
then he pressed his slick finger onto my hole and it disappeared into my
body.  He sank it slowly all of the way into me, and I groaned with
pleasure.  The feeling of my hot boy penetrating my arse was incredible,
and this was only his finger!

I could feel him moving it around in me.  He started to slowly drag it back
out, and then push in again.  Slowly, he pulled it right out again, but it
was only gone for a moment before this time, two fingers returned.

Resting his head on my crotch, his dark hair tickling me and getting soaked
in my precum, he watched himself push his digits into my rectum.  I groaned
at the extra width, moaning at the sensation of him moving his two fingers
around inside me.  It felt incredible!

Dylan continued to watch closely as he slowly embedded himself into me.
Slowly withdrawing, he pushed them in again.  He rotated his hand slightly,
and this time when he pushed in, he hit gold: my prostate.  Hearing a load
moan escape from my mouth, he looked up, gave me a grin, and then pushed in
deeper, wiggling his fingers against my sensitive sex-gland, eliciting
another deep groan from me.

This kid was blowing me away!  I loved the fact that he was so intent on
making me feel good.  He could have just gone ahead and fucked me, which
he'd clearly have enjoyed.  But instead, he decided to give me pleasure
first.  More and more, I was falling in love with this amazing, kind,
caring and intelligent boy.

Still looking at me, Dylan slowly pulled his fingers out.  My own eyes were
filled with lust as I watched him slowly stand up again.  Reaching forward,
he wrapped his lubed-up hand around my cock, slowly pumping it up and down
whilst he shuffled forward.

Letting go of my hard shaft, he picked up the lube once more.  Squirting a
blob onto his condom-clad spike, he rubbed it up and down.  Once again, he
took hold of my cock, giving it a few more pumps.  Leaning forward over me,
he kissed me passionately, lashing his tongue around inside my mouth.  A
few seconds later, he pulled back.

"You ready?" he asked me.

"Oh yeah," I replied, yearningly.

Dylan shuffled forwards slightly, his rock-hard erection pressing just
under my balls.  I could feel an intense heat emanating from it.  Reaching
down, he grabbed his boy-rod.  He pulled back slightly, pushing his cock
down, lining himself up with my lubed-up hole.

Slowly, he pushed forward.  The head of his penis touched my anus.  For the
first time ever, this 13-year old boy had his hot cock pressed up against a
hole, ready to penetrate it.  He moved the head around my hole, teasing me
and coating my opening with more lube, slicking me up, making me ready.

Finally, he stopped.  Holding his spike at the base, he pressed against my
hole.  I watched the look on his face as he watched his penis, all that
made him a boy, at first bend and distort with the pressure on my arse,
then the head slowly sank in as my rosebud opened to accept him.

He stopped.  He stopped with just the head of his wonderful boy-rod
embedded into me.  I could feel his heartbeat through his member as it
throbbed with his lust.

He looked back up, gazing into my eyes.  I looked back at him, my amazing
teen boy, straddled between my thighs, the head of his hot cock in my arse.
His lust filled eyes stared at me, as a grin spread across his face.  He
glanced down again at his pride and joy, the head of it invisible inside
me.  Slowly, I felt him move as he pushed forward, sinking more of his
boyhood into me.

I lay there, studying his face as he slid into my arse; gazing at the boy I
loved as he lost his virginity.  It was incredible to watch the expressions
play across his face as he felt, for the first time, a hot hole wrapped
around his hard, teen cock.  Finally, he could go no further.  He stared
down at the base of his shaft pressed hard into my rectum, his bare pubic
mound pushing against my bottom.

He looked up.  He looked right at me.  I could see the look of amazement in
his lust-filled eyes.  I could see the play of emotions and sensations
across his face, as he felt the heat of my hole wrapped around his dick.
Leaving it where it was, he leaned forward and kissed me softly.  Leaving
himself embedded in my arse, he slowly fed me his tongue as we kissed,
sharing this bliss-filled moment.

Eventually though, it was time.  Once again, he pushed his body away from
me.  I could see from the look on his face that he was ready to get down to
some serious fucking.  He'd been waiting a long time for this, and although
I doubted he would last long, I wanted him to enjoy it.

He looked down at his groin again as he slowly withdrew.  Seemingly
fascinated, he watched as his cock re-appeared from my arse.  Slowly, he
pulled out until just the head remained inside.  Still watching, he sank
back into me.  I moaned quietly.

Continuing to watch himself, he withdrew slowly again.  Stopping, he stared
at the head of his boy-rod wedged into my rectum.  Then, he pushed his
whole cock back inside me, faster this time.  I moaned louder.  He looked
up at me and I smiled, encouraging him.  Once again he glanced down,
watching as he slowly pulled his boyhood out of me.  Looking up at me for a
moment, he grinned, looked down again, and quickly thrust back into me.  I
moaned loudly this time, the sensation of his hard prong sliding into me
was something else!

He continued to gaze down as he fucked me, pulling his cock out faster than
before, then forcefully thrusting it back into my hot hole.  This time a
moan escaped his lips, the sensations intensifying.  No pause now.  He was
enjoying himself.  Pulling out, he thrust in again, even deeper this time
with the force.  Wowzers! He hit my prostate!

The moan that escaped my lips could probably have woken the dead.  I didn't
care.  The way Dylan was making me feel was fucking incredible!  His
13-year old cock was just the right length!  As he pulled back and thrust
quickly into me again, hitting my prostate once more, he looked up at me to
see my reaction.  As he saw the pleasure he was giving me, the expression
on his face was priceless.  I glanced down my body at the boy between my
thighs, his penis lodged deep inside me.  Red faced and sweaty from lust,
his brown hair was pushed carelessly out of the way.

He carried on looking at me as he continued to pull out and push back in,
filling me with his hard cock, hitting my sex-gland.  I moaned continually.
His slightly higher moans joined mine as he pistoned himself in and out of
my hot hole.  He seemed to go faster and faster, thrusting and pushing
himself deeper into me, moaning and groaning as pleasure overcame him.

Finally, he embedded himself as deeply inside me as he could go.  Giving me
a quick look of shock, he gazed down at his boy-rod before moaning loudly
and unleashing a flood of boy-spunk into his latex sheath, rubbing my
prostate as it pulsed.  I could feel the base of his shaft throb as he shot
his load.  I could feel the heat of his warm boy-batter pooling around the
head of his cock.

It was too much for me.  I looked at my boy.  I watched him stare at his
prong, embedded in my arse, shooting the biggest load of his life.
Grasping my throbbing erection, Dylan pumped it once, twice, three times,
and then it happened.  With a sudden force, I unleashed my own torrent of
cum all over my chest and stomach.

So there I lay, shooting jizz all over myself, having just watched my
incredible boy shoot his load up my arse.  Seeing the look of amazement as
he shot his cum into someone for the first time, losing his virginity; the
moment seemed to be frozen in time, the sensations, the feelings, the
atmosphere, all wrapped into one perfect moment.

But like all things, it had to end.  Leaving his still pulsing boy-rod
nestled in my rear, Dylan stared up at me.  There was a look of shock and
astonishment on his face.  The sensations had clearly overwhelmed him, and
the play of emotions dancing across his face as he tried to process the
feelings was almost comical.  Finally, he began to slump, slowly melting
forward onto me, collapsing onto my stomach and chest, not caring about my
cooling spunk coating both me and himself.

I took my hands away from my legs, allowing them to rest against Dylan's
hips.  We hugged for a while, Dylan lying in pools of my cum while keeping
his cock in my arse.  It had begun to soften now, but the head had managed
to stay in me, keeping us connected.  Just lying there on the bed, we
hugged, revelling in the moment that we had just experienced.

Finally, he twisted his head round to me, kissed me on the lips and
murmured: "Thanks Andy, that was the best thing ever.  I've never cum so
hard in my life."

"Any time gorgeous, you can do that to me anytime you like."

He smiled weakly, exhausted from his workout, but clearly looking forward
to the chance to do this again.  Giving him a kiss on the lips, it was time
to move.  He unstuck himself from my body and sat up before slowly
withdrawing the last part of his dick from my bum-hole.  The look of
disappointment on his face as he watched the head of his rod reappear was
funny enough to make me laugh.  He looked up at me sheepishly before
looking down at his cock again.  Slowly, he pulled off the condom, trying
to avoid spilling any.  He kept on staring at his now deflated penis,
seemingly to inspect it, seeing if it was any different now he was no
longer a virgin.

Eventually, he satisfied himself.  Offering me his hand, he pulled me up
off the bed.  We headed off to shower together.

After the shower, we remained naked, snuggling up under the bed covers.  I
lay there next to my remarkable boy as we drifted off to sleep.


***

End of chapter 20.  Dylan now has just one full day left at Andy's house
(sob, sob).  I wonder what they'll get up to?

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

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