Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 20:39:09 +0000
From: Andy Brown <andybrown2000@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Dylan - chapter 7

Tutoring Dylan - chapter 7

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From the end of chapter 6:

"Do you remember Oscar Wolf?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, worried where this was headed.  "Not the brightest of boys
but nice enough."

"Well he saw us.  The last time you came round."

"Oh fuck!" I said, louder than I meant to.  Several heads turned our way.
"What do you mean he saw us?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down this
time.

"On Tuesday.  He'd come round to see me.  He'd knocked on the door but
there was no answer.  So he came round to the back garden and looked
through the window.  He saw me pull your pants down and touch you."

"Shit," I muttered, my blood running cold.  "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Has he told anyone?"

"No.  And he's promised not to."


***


"Are you sure?" I asked.  "Can he be trusted?"

"I think so," Dylan replied.  "He promised not to.  And he's a friend."

"Okay," I said, taking a final sip of my tea.  "We best get going."

After paying the bill we got back in the car.  I turned the radio on so I
didn't have to talk to him.  As we set off there were several minutes of
icy silence.

Dylan was first to break the silence.  "I'm sure he won't say anything."

"Well he better not," I snapped back.  "If he does we'll both be in deep
shit.  I could go to prison, you know!  Do you realise what the other guys
would do to me in there when they found out about what I've been doing with
you?  And as for you, you'd probably be thrown into care.  Away from your
brother and sister.  Away from your school and your friends possibly."

"They wouldn't put me in care, would they?" he asked.

"Probably.  After all, your parents are paying me to have sex with you."

Dylan sniffed.  "Are you mad at me?"

"Yes.. no," I replied.  I took my hand off the gear stick and squeezed his
knee.  "I'm mad.  But not at you.  More than anything I'm mad at myself.
I'm the adult, I'm meant to be the responsible one.  I'm the one who should
have made sure that the blind was closed."

Very little else was said on the rest of the journey.  Finally we arrived
back at Dylan's home.  I pulled on the handbrake and put the car in
neutral.

"Thanks for a great weekend Andy," Dylan said.  "I'm sorry I spoilt it by
telling you about Oscar."

I put my arm around him.  "You didn't spoil it.  I just wish you'd told me
sooner instead of bottling it up all weekend.  We just need to be more
careful in future.  And you need to make sure Oscar keeps quiet."  I gave
him a squeeze.

"Okay," Dylan replied.  "I'll try."  He got out of the car, pulled his
stuff out from the back seat and walked up his driveway.  Once he was
safely inside, I set off home.


***


Driving home my mind was full of worries.  Would Dylan be able to keep
Oscar quiet?  Could we trust Oscar?  What would happen if he went to the
police?  How long would I end up being jailed for?  What would the other
inmates do to me?  What would happen to Dylan?

Arriving at home, I unpacked the car and put a load of washing into the
machine.  I decided to keep busy and avoid dwelling on the Oscar situation.
I cleaned the house from top to bottom.  I put some dinner on and after a
few minutes of chopping and frying, I left the chilli to slowly simmer.  I
weeded the back garden, washed the car, hung out the washing, caught up
with my emails.

Exhausted I sat in front of the TV with a bowl of chilli.  Unoccupied for
the first time that afternoon, my mind once again drifted to thoughts about
Oscar.  Any feelings of hunger ebbed away and I picked at my food for a
while, before giving up and scooping the remains into the dustbin.  I tried
watching a film, then reading a book, then playing Mario Kart - nothing
would keep my mind off the situation I faced.

Entering the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of scotch and a tumbler from the
cupboard, pouring myself a generous measure and downing it.  Taking the
bottle into the lounge I worked my way through over a third of its
contents, resulting in me growing gradually more drowsy.

I awoke with a start as I heard the smashing of glass.  I looked down and
saw the remnants of the tumbler on my parquet floor.  Stumbling through to
the kitchen I pulled a dustpan and brush from under the sink.  After
clearing up the broken glass, I trudged upstairs and got into bed.  It took
me an age to fall asleep, thoughts of Oscar still occupying my mind.  I
slept fitfully and when my alarm woke me at 7am I felt both un-refreshed
and hung over.

I made my way downstairs and poured myself a strong black coffee, hoping it
would wake me up enough to get me through a day at work.  I contemplated
eating breakfast but the knot in the pit of my stomach made me reconsider.
Neither did I feel up to showering so after a quick shave and a squirt of
deodorant, I dressed and headed off to work.


***


At work, I was unable to focus properly.  Several times during the morning
I had to ask customers to repeat what they had said, causing a number of
them to become annoyed.  One even asked to be transferred to my supervisor.

During my lunch break I went for a walk outside the office, hoping this may
help to clear my head.  It didn't.  If anything I was making even more
mistakes in the afternoon than I had in the morning.  As I was logging off
my terminal for the day my supervisor came over.

"Andy," he said.  "Can I have a word?"

"Sure."

"Look Andy," he sounded concerned.  "Your performance today hasn't been up
to scratch.  I've had half a dozen customers complain about you today.
What's going on?"

"Sorry," I muttered.  "I'm not feeling too good.  I think I must be coming
down with something."

"Well, if you don't feel any better in the morning, then don't come in" he
told me.  "There's no point being here if you're not well and can't focus
on your work."

"Thanks," I replied as I grabbed my bag and headed out of the office.


***


Home again I decided I needed to talk to someone about the situation.
Bottling everything up was clearly doing me no good.  But who to talk to?
Suddenly it hit me.  Pete!  My favourite uncle who I was very close to.  He
was the only person I could trust enough with this.

Picking up my phone I dialled his number.

"Hello," came the gruff voice on the other end.

"Hi Uncle Pete," I said.  "It's me, Andy."

"My favourite nephew.  How the Dickens are you?"

"Ok," I said.  "Well... actually I'm not okay.  I've got a problem, and I
don't know what to about it."

"Sound serious.  Why don't you tell me all about it."

"It's a bit delicate.  I'm not really sure I can talk to you about it over
the phone."

"Come up and see me then," he suggested.  "I've finished teaching for the
summer now, so I've got time on my hands."

"Thanks.  Is tomorrow okay?"

"Fucking hell, it must be serious.  Yes, tomorrow's fine.  Stay for a
couple of days if you can get the time off."

"Yeah, that'd be good.  See you tomorrow."


***


Sitting on the train heading up to Edinburgh, I was still confused.
Although still reeling from what Dylan had told me about Oscar, there was
the glimmer of hope that at least if the cops came calling there would be
nobody at home.

I'd already phoned my boss saying that I was still feeling unwell and he'd
told me to take the next couple of days off.  Thankfully the train was
fairly quiet and so I had no one sitting next to me; the last thing I
needed was some stranger trying to engage me in mindless conversation.
Instead I pulled my tablet out of my rucksack and began reading.  My mind
still rather blurry, I found myself wandering off several times and having
to re-read whole sections again.


***


Several hours later the train pulled up at Edinburgh Waverley Station.
Quickly stowing my tablet away, I slung my rucksack over my shoulder and
headed for the doors.  As I stepped out onto the platform I was surprised
to see my uncle waiting for me.  I had planned to take a taxi to his house
in the suburbs but he had obviously decided to save me the hassle.  He
stood there dressed in his usual moleskin jacket, a red cravat tied around
his neck despite the warm weather.  His greying hair and beard were as long
and scruffy as ever, a constant cause of argument each year between him and
my mother at Christmas.  He strode over to me and threw his arms around me,
pulling me into a big hug.

"Good to see you Andy," he said as he pulled away from me.  "Let's get you
home, then we can sort out this problem you've got."

Walking into the station car park he stopped beside a green open top
Jaguar.

"Like the new car?" he asked me.

"Yeah, looks good," I replied as I opened the passenger side door and slid
into the leather seat.

Uncle Pete got in the driver's side, revved the engine, and off we went.
Despite being a well respected professor of Ancient History, in many ways
Pete had never grown up.  His cars were certainly one of them.  Each
Christmas when we would meet up with him he'd have a new car, and he drove
them like he was a racing driver.

After a 10 minute roller coaster of a ride we pulled up outside a large
Victorian house in the city suburbs.  We'd arrived at Uncle Pete's home.


***


After we had eaten lunch together, Pete led me through to his spacious
lounge and indicated that I should take a seat on one of the brown leather
sofas.  Pete walked over to his drinks cabinet and poured two large
measures of Scotch.  Passing one glass to me, he then proceeded to settle
himself into an antique looking rocking chair, taking a sip from his own
glass as he did so.

"So tell me," he began, "whatever has happened?"

And so I began, recounting the story from the beginning.  The phone call
from Sandra, the very first meeting where Sandra and Dean had told me about
Dylan's request, the numerous meetings with Dylan since, and finally the
camping trip where he'd told me Oscar had seen us getting undressed and
touching each other.

"Hmmmm, a tricky situation," he told me.  "But I dare say not too much to
worry about.  The thing to keep in mind is that it's already been about a
week since this Oscar boy saw you and young Dylan together.  If he were
going to tell his parents, or go to the police, I suspect he would have
done so by now.  So the likelihood is that you're safe."

"Thanks," I said, "that's reassuring to hear."  As Pete had been speaking I
felt a weight lift off my shoulders.  I'd always looked up to my uncle
because of his wisdom.  I also knew he wouldn't judge me.  He'd been one of
the first people I came out to, though he'd told me at the time that he'd
suspected for a number of years.  He himself was bisexual and, from the
many private conversations we'd had over the years, had very varied sexual
tastes with partners ranging from older teenagers right through to people
20 or 30 years older than himself.  He also had quite a thing for BDSM.

"It doesn't mean you're completely safe," he went on.  "There is still the
chance Oscar could change his mind and tell someone, but it's doubtful.
The best thing you can do now is make sure it can't happen again.  Be
discreet.  Check the doors are locked, check the blinds and curtains are
closed.  If possible do it away from where Dylan lives.  The summer
holidays are coming up which should make things easier.  Take him to your
house for a few days.  Or take him away somewhere like you did with the
camping.  Abroad maybe.  If you wanted you could bring him up here; I
certainly wouldn't mind watching the two of you going at it."

"Thanks," I said, rolling my eyes at him.  "So you don't think we should
stop then?"

"Hell no!" he said.  "Of course you shouldn't.  Though I have to say I'm
quite jealous.  Although I don't usually go for boys quite so young myself,
it sounds like an interesting journey you're on with Dylan, helping him to
explore all these sexual acts for the first time.  It's been quite some
years since I've taken a boy's cherry.  I hope you both enjoy it when you
get to that stage."


***


During the course of the rest of the afternoon we made our way through
nearly a full bottle of Scotch.  As we did so we talked about all manner of
things.  Now that I'd got everything I needed to off my chest I felt so
much better and the conversation between us flowed as it usually did when
we got together.

After discussing our respective jobs and the current research Pete was
undertaking about the role of boys in Spartan society, we started
discussing our lack of partners.  Pete had never married and had never
settled down with a long term partner, in fact the longest relationship
he'd had with someone had been a little over 18 months.  The problem, Pete
explained, was that he had an unusually high sex drive and was never
content with just one sexual partner at a time.  Most of his ex's had put
up with his fornicating for a while, but eventually these led to arguments
and eventually to the relationships breaking down.  Currently he was in the
early stages of a relationship with a woman 15 years his junior, but was
also having regular sex with a woman his own age and a man in his early
20s.

Pete asked me if I'd had met anyone new since Kai, my last partner.  As he
knew all too well, Kai had broken up with me 18 months ago, just before
Christmas.  I'd been on a few dates over the past year but nothing serious.
I'd also picked up a few guys off Grindr to take care of my sexual needs.
But now Dylan had come into my life which meant that having a boyfriend
would be too complicated, and having sex with strangers could put Dylan in
danger from diseases.

"So how long's it been since you've had sex?" Pete asked me bluntly.

"Well, as I said earlier, me and Dylan have wanked each other off a few
times."

"Yes, yes, but what about proper sex?  A blow job or anal?"

"A couple of months I suppose."

"Grief you must be gagging for it."  We both laughed.  "Maybe we can sort
that out later," he said, winking at me.


***


We'd just finished loading the dishwasher after dinner when the doorbell
rang.  Uncle Pete went to answer it.  From where I was in the kitchen I
couldn't see who it was, and I couldn't make out much of what was said
either.  I heard the front door close and a few moments later Pete
reappeared in the kitchen, accompanied by another man.

"Andy," Pete said, "this is Alonso.  He's a friend of mine."

There was something about the way Pete said 'friend' that told me he was
more than that.  "Hi Alonso," I said shaking his hand.  "Pleased to meet
you."

"You too," he said, with a thick accent.  "Your uncle, he tell me lots
about you."

"Oh," I said, "all good, I hope."

"Yes, yes," Alonso laughed warmly.  "He says you very good nephew."

"That's enough of the pleasantries," Pete butted in.  "I didn't invite
Alonso over here so we could all have a chat.  Andy, you've not had any sex
in a while, so Alonso's come round to help us have a little fun.  Let's go
up to my room."

With that the three of us made our way upstairs and into my uncle's
bedroom.


***


Disorientated, I woke up.  I felt movement next to me.  Opening my eyes, I
saw my uncle's naked behind as he headed towards the bathroom.  I looked
across and saw Alonso laying next to me, still asleep.

The events of the previous evening came flooding back.  I'd had a great
time with Alonso as I undressed him to reveal a smooth, tanned body and a
lovely long cock.  We kissed each other all over and then ended up 69ing.
As we did so, Pete rimmed Alonso.  I then pounded Alonso's arse and Pete
shoved his cock down his young friend's throat.  Once we'd both blown our
loads, we swapped places ready for round two.  It had been just what I
needed; it took my mind off Oscar and allowed me to release some pent-up
frustration.


***


Once my uncle had finished in the bathroom, I headed in there myself for a
shower and a shave.  After getting dressed I headed downstairs for
breakfast, sharing some small talk with my uncle about the rest of our
family.  Soon Alonso joined us, flaunting his body.

All too soon it was time for me to leave.  The three of us clambered into
Pete's car, Alonso getting dropped off first near the university and then a
few minutes later Pete pulled the car up outside the train station.

"Thanks Uncle Pete," I said.  "You've been a great help."

"Glad I could be of assistance," he replied.  "Remember what I said about
being more careful.  And if you ever need to talk, you know where I am."

"Yeah.  Thanks."  I leaned over and hugged him.  As we embraced, Pete
kissed the top of my head.

"Have a safe journey," he said, letting go of me.

I grabbed my bag from the back seat and closed the door behind me.  We
waved to each other as Pete pulled away and I made my way towards the
platform.

The train soon arrived.  I took my seat, reflecting that things were
looking brighter.  As Pete had said, it had been nearly a week since Oscar
had seen me with Dylan and he hadn't told anyone yet.  The chances were he
wasn't going to.  There was no point worrying about it; just make sure we
are more careful in future and try - as much as possible - to do things
away from Dylan's home.


***


The following weekend I was once again outside Dylan's front door.  I
pressed the bell and a few moments later he answered, wearing nothing but a
navy blue dressing gown.

"Surprise!" I called out, as he let me in.

"Andy, hi," he said.  "I didn't know you were coming over."

"Well, I thought it might be fun to arrange a session without telling you
first."

"What's in the bag?" he asked excitedly, spotting the carrier in my hand.

"Another surprise," I teasingly replied.  "A few things we need for the
next item from the list."

"Yours or mine?" he asked.

"One from mine this time.  I thought it only fair since we had two from
yours when we went camping."

"Fair enough."

"So what's with the dressing gown?" I asked.  "I thought you'd be dressed
by now."

"Well I was late up," he explained.  "And everyone else had gone out so I
was just dossing around in my bedroom and then I heard the door, so I
grabbed something to put on."

"Have you had a shower yet?"  Dylan shook his head bashfully.  "Well go get
one.  I want you nice and clean for today's session."

Dylan turned on his heels.  I followed him upstairs, turning left into his
bedroom whilst Dylan disappeared into the bathroom.  I sat down on his bed
and saw that his iPad was still on.  On the screen, a young twink was lying
down; an older guy was thrusting his cock into the twink's arse.  I touched
the screen and discovered that it was a video, paused half way through
playing.  I'd obviously disrupted Dylan's alone time!  The thought caused
my cock to spring to life.

I moved the iPad onto Dylan's desk and waited for him.  Remembering my
uncle's advice, I also took the opportunity to make sure the blinds at
Dylan's window were closed.  Soon enough the bedroom door opened as Dylan
entered, a towel wrapped around his waist showing off his sexy upper body.
Hanging his dressing gown behind his door, he walked over to his chest of
drawers.

"Don't worry about getting any clothes out," I told him.  "You won't be
needing any yet."

"Okay," he responded as he moved away from the drawers and came to sit next
to me, his shoulders and neck still glistening with droplets of water.

"Now before we get started," I said, resting one hand on his thigh.  "Have
you spoken to Oscar?  Has he said anything about us to anyone?"

"I've spoken to him, yeah," he replied.  "And he still hasn't told anyone.
He's promised he won't."

"Good.  I hope he sticks to what he's said.  Now I want you to lose the
towel and lie down on the bed."

Dylan did as commanded.  Standing up, he pulled the towel from around his
waist to reveal his erect penis.  Throwing the towel onto the floor, he
plonked himself back on the bed.  Getting to my feet, I allowed him to
spread out.  I made my way to the carrier bag that I'd left by his desk
when I came in.  Opening it up, I took out a blindfold.

"What's that for?" Dylan asked nervously.

"For you to wear," I replied with a grin on my face.  "It'll make this next
bit more fun."

"Okay," Dylan said, still sounding unsure.

I passed the blindfold to Dylan.  He pulled it over his eyes.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"You'll see," I said, thinking how much I was looking forward to what I had
planned.  I reached back into the bag to collect the rest of the items I
needed, laying them out on the desk.  First I picked up a can of squirty
cream, removed the lid and walked over to where Dylan was lying.  Aiming
the nozzle towards the right side of his chest, I squirted a small circle
of the cream over and around his nipple.  Whether it was the noise or the
coldness from the cream, Dylan bolted upright.

"What was that!" he demanded.

"Don't worry," I reassured him.  "Now just lie back and relax."

Once Dylan had settled himself back down I squirted cream on the other side
of his chest and then added a large squirt over his pubic area.  Putting
the cream down I picked up a handful of raspberries, putting one on each of
his nipples and then a small patch above his cock.

Next I picked up the bottle of strawberry sauce, first dribbling some over
his balls and then along the tips of his toes.  Grabbing the jar of
chocolate spread, I carefully coated Dylan's rock hard cock, eliciting a
moan from him as I did so.  As a final touch, I picked up the strawberry
sauce again and used it to draw a large heart shape on Dylan's abdomen.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I took a couple of photos of him.
Reaching up, I removed his blindfold.

"Fucking hell, what have you done?" Dylan asked, looking down at his body.

"Don't move," I told him, "or you'll spoil my handiwork."  I pulled up one
of the pictures I'd taken of him and showed it to him.

"That looks so weird," he giggled.  "Can I wash it off now?"

"Oh it's not getting washed off," I told him.  "Just lay still."

For a moment Dylan looked confused, but as soon as I began to take off my
clothes, it dawned on him that we were going to do something sexy. A grin
spread across his face.  Once undressed, I leaned over Dylan and sucked the
raspberry off his left nipple.  After swallowing it, I began sucking off
the cream which caused Dylan to gasp.  Using my tongue, I licked up the
remaining cream, Dylan whimpering as my tongue made contact with his
nipple.  The hard nub felt amazing in my mouth.  Dylan grunted as I nibbled
it slightly.  Moving my way over to the other side of his chest I repeated
the actions on his right nipple, causing further moans and whimpers.

Running my tongue further down his hot and hard body, I lapped up the
strawberry sauce on his abs, resulting in a mixture of panting and giggling
from Dylan.  With my mouth full of sauce, I went in for a kiss, our lips
soon parting and tongues wrestling, the sticky sauce being shared between
us.  His mouth was warm and his tongue moist.  The taste gave me
goosebumps!

"Yum," Dylan said as we parted from the kiss.

Bypassing his pubic area, I set to work on his sauce covered toes.  I began
by sucking on his big toe causing him to moan.  Over the next few minutes I
worked my way across his right foot, sucking each toe in turn.  I was
massively turned on by this stage.  Foot play always had that effect on me,
but knowing these were Dylan's toes took my feelings to a whole new
dimension!  Finishing by licking right down the length of his foot, I
lapped up some of the sauce that had trickled down.  I repeated the process
with his left foot.  Again, he moaned and groaned as my tongue got to work,
his chocolate covered dick throbbing as he did so.

"Woah," he said after I shared another saucy snog with him.  "That was
epic!"

"You ain't felt nothing yet," I told him, knowing what pleasures were still
to come our way.

With that I moved my head down to his crotch, using my tongue to swipe some
cream off his smooth balls.

"Ohhhh," he shuddered.

I licked again, causing a similar reaction.  By this time, I was totally
buzzing. After kissing his ballsac, I took one of his grape-sized balls
into my mouth.  I swirled it around, sucking off all the sauce.  Beneath
me, Dylan was going wild.  Letting that ball drop out of my mouth, I sucked
in the other ball, my tongue devouring the sauce from that one as well.
Dylan bucked and groaned, clearly loving what I was doing to him.  He
wasn't the only one!

Releasing his balls, I scooted round slightly so my head was resting
against Dylan's abdomen.  From this position I was able to kiss, lick and
suck the raspberries and cream that were above his cock.  I could feel
Dylan's heart beating rapidly and his chest rising as I got nearer and
nearer to his dick.  Satisfied that his pubic area was now clear of cream I
lifted my head.

"You ready for this next bit?" I asked.

"Yeah," he whispered breathlessly, obviously looking forward to having his
cock sucked for the first time.

As I lowered my head towards his straining erection, I looked up at him.
He had his eyes closed, bracing himself for the pleasure he imagined was
about to come.  I lowered my head towards his dick and stuck out my tongue.
As I made contact, Dylan's eyes shot open and he let out a guttural moan.
Ever so slowly I worked my tongue from the base of his cock to its tip,
causing Dylan to shudder.

The taste was a heady mixture of sweet chocolate spread with a slight twang
of teenage boy.  The experience was beyond my wildest dreams and drove me
almost crazy with lust.  Turning my head slightly, I licked back down to
the base.  On and on this went, Dylan's moaning getting louder and louder.
My cock felt harder than it had ever been before.

Lifting myself off him, I positioned my mouth directly over the head of his
cock.  Looking up I could see Dylan's eyes widen.  I lowered my open mouth
over his delicious cock, taking the entire thing into my mouth, swirling my
tongue around the head.  Dylan moaned louder than ever.

His cock was iron hard with a hot, smooth and spongy covering.  I continued
to stare at him while I started to explore it with my tongue.  After
feeling every ridge and bump, I started to explore the spongy head of his
glans.  Precum leaked freely, filling my mouth with the wonderful taste of
sweet, fresh teenage boy.  I was in heaven!

I continued to lash his glans with my tongue as I slowly started to move my
mouth up and down on his wonderful penis, feeling the bumps and contours
with my lips as I moved back and forth.  Dylan's moans and groans and gasps
started to fill the air as his hips started the movement so instinctive to
all men and boys.

"Oh, Andy, I'm gonna..." he began to say.

Aware that he was close to cumming, I pulled my mouth off his cock.  I
looked up at him, a desperate look filled his eyes.  Beads of sweat covered
his forehead.

"What...why...I was gonna..." he stuttered between gasping breaths.

"Because not today," I replied firmly.

"But that's so unfair," he said as he sat up.  He reached over and grabbed
the bottle of strawberry sauce I'd discarded.  Flipping open the cap, he
squeezed it hard, a long stream of it splashing down my chest and abs.

"Why you little..." I muttered, pretending to be annoyed at him.  Picking
up the can of spray cream, I aimed it in his direction.  Dylan leapt onto
my back and pulled me down onto his bed.  Somehow he managed to pin me down
with his knees and smear chocolate spread all over my face and chest.  His
touch was electric!  Still holding the can of cream, I was able to
momentarily fight him off by squirting some up his bum.

What followed were several minutes of mayhem as we both attacked each other
with strawberry sauce, squirty cream and chocolate spread.  By the end, we
lay in an exhausted heap in the middle of Dylan's bed.  We were sticky and
gooey, whilst smears of chocolate, strawberry and cream adorned the walls
and Dylan's bed covers.

"Truce!  Truce!" I panted.

"Shit!" Dylan said as he looked around and saw the mess we'd created.

"Don't worry, it'll clear up," I reassured him.  "But before we start on
that, we'd best clean ourselves up first."

We trudged towards the bathroom.

"In you go!" I told him.

"Can't we shower together?" he asked cheekily.  "After all, I may need help
getting everywhere clean - especially where someone squirted cream up my
arse!"

"Fair point," I conceded, nuzzling his right ear.

Dylan turned the shower on and stepped into the cubicle.  I followed him
in, closing the door behind me.  Once inside, I grabbed the shower gel.
Pouring some into my hand, I worked up a lather.  Putting my hands onto
Dylan's chocolate and strawberry covered chest, I slowly started to move
them around, focusing on the boy's hard nipples.  Dylan gave a huge groan.
His dick seemed to jump.

I slowly worked my hands down to his flat stomach, washing around his belly
button and pubes before running my hands back up to his chest and
shoulders.  My fingers danced over him as I continued this magical
experience.  Working the lather into his smooth skin, I travelled down his
arms, which were covered in fine dark hairs before grabbing his shoulders
and turning him round to work on his back.  Starting at the shoulders I
worked the lather down his back and spine before finishing off on those
fine globes of flesh.

I knelt down in the spray to admire his amazingly tight and sculpted arse.
It was the epitome of perfection!  I looked forward to the time when I'd
get to play with it properly, but for now I washed it carefully, just
rubbing my hands quickly along his cream covered crack and over his virgin
hole, which elicited a groan from him.

Getting more shower gel, I worked my way down his legs, again covered by
fine dark hairs.  The muscles of his legs were well defined, shaped and
sculpted by his diving and gymnastics.  Staying on my knees I turned him
around and washed his feet before working my way back up the front of his
legs and up his thighs.  I was greeted by the amazing sight again of his
beautiful dick.  I couldn't imagine a more perfect specimen of boyhood,
ramrod straight and throbbing once more.  It was oozing a steady stream of
precum into the shower spray.  The thought that I'd had it in my mouth
earlier caused my own cock to jump with delight!  I worked some more lather
into my hands before taking his balls in my left hand and his penis in my
right.

His boystick was beyond perfect.  Smooth, soft and a perfect size.  His
balls were equally amazing, still totally smooth but tight and in desperate
need of shooting a load of cum.  Resisting the urge to leave my hand on it
for too long, I quickly washed off some strawberry sauce.  With a final rub
backwards and forwards I stood up again and headed in for a kiss with my
amazing boy.

"You're all clean," I said.  "Now it's your turn if you want."

For a moment, Dylan's kiss became even more passionate. Then he broke apart
and grabbed the shower gel. "There's no way in hell I'm missing this," he
stated loudly. I could see his eyes were lidded with lust; even more precum
leaked from his aching dick.

He quickly squirted some shower gel into his hands and worked it into a
lather before putting his hands onto my chest.  With a look of wonder on
his face he started to use his soapy fingers to explore my sticky chest and
stomach, working the shower gel around the pectoral muscles and down into
my trimmed pubes.  As he explored my body it felt like I had been
transported to paradise.

Following the same pattern that I had, Dylan worked his hands back up onto
my shoulders before working down my arms, carefully washing them with his
soft hands.  He turned me around and I heard the squirt of more shower gel
before I felt the warmth of his hands on my back, working over my shoulder
blades and down my spine.  It didn't take long before I felt Dylan's hands
reach my arse, which was still pretty firm from my cycling.

Dylan chose to linger a bit longer on my arse and used the chance to rub
his fingers down my crack and over my hole a couple of times.  Having this
amazing 13 year old playing with my anus almost made me cum, but somehow I
managed to control it.  Eventually, he worked his way right down my legs to
my feet before turning me around.

I looked down at Dylan's brown hair, plastered to his head by the shower
water, kneeling at my feet with my hard cock standing out above him.  He
slowly worked his hands up my legs onto my thighs before stopping and
looking closely at my penis.  Filling his hands with more gel his sensuous
fingers approached my manhood.  He would need to be quick washing me
otherwise I was likely to shoot all over him!  Dylan carefully skinned back
my foreskin, washed my dick and released it before I came.

He sprang back up from the floor and stepped in close again, hugging me
tight before turning his face up to me for another kiss.  After several
minutes of swapping saliva, he broke apart.  "I need to cum so much!" he
whispered.

I smiled knowingly at him before leaning in for another kiss.  "Well, I'd
better take care of that then hadn't I?"

I pulled him towards me, squirted a large dollop of shower gel onto my hand
and grasped both of our erections.  Slowly, I started pumping.  The feeling
of both our dicks grinding together under the hot water was astonishing.  I
lowered my lips onto his.  We continued to swap saliva while I pumped us
both.  Soon enough I felt Dylan starting to tense up.  His kissing became
even more passionate.  I quickly broke from him, resting my head on his
shoulder to watch him erupt.

His dick head expanded, his cum hole opened and a huge arc of spunk shot
out, coating my cock and hand in a load of amazingly creamy boy-juice.  The
feeling of Dylan's jizz hitting my dick was more than enough to set me off.
With one more quick pump I started to spew my load.  We seemed to take it
in turns shooting, I released a volley of warm cum all over Dylan's dick
before he spurted over mine.  We exchanged our loads, covering each other's
pubic area in a smattering of white pearls.  Exhausted, we rested on each
other's shoulders as we basked in the ecstasy of the experience.

Like all good things, it had to end and before the shower could wash it
away I pulled Dylan back into a kiss, grinding our cum sodden groins
together.  I could feel Dylan's penis still throbbing in my hand, and with
the moans coming from him, it seemed like his orgasm was still ongoing
almost a minute after he'd first shot.  Finally, his dick stopped throbbing
and the strength seemed to disappear out of him.  As he relaxed, I
supported him while turning off the shower.  Having walked him slowly out
of the cubicle, I leaned him up against the wall and grabbed a towel.

Looking up at this amazing teenager, still groggy from an amazing cum, I
started to towel him off.  As I did this he seemed to come round.  He
smiled weakly down at me as I worked on drying his groin, legs and feet.
Quickly grabbing a towel for myself I led him back to his bedroom.


***


Pretty soon we were both dry and had gotten dressed again.  I hurriedly
stripped his bed whilst Dylan went to fetch some new sheets.

"Now go put these sheets in the washer," I told him, as I handed him the
chocolate and strawberry stained items.

"But what will mum say when she sees them in there?" he queried.

"Just tell her they were getting a bit smelly so you thought you'd be
helpful and put them in to wash," I replied.  "Oh, and can you bring a
dishcloth back up with you.  We're going to need to clean these walls."

Whilst Dylan took the sheets downstairs I pulled his bed away from the
walls and put the fresh sheets on.  Soon Dylan returned with a damp cloth
and I managed to get the walls cleaned.

"Right," I said, picking up my carrier bag.  "It's time I was heading off."

Together Dylan and I walked downstairs.  We stopped in the hallway to share
a slow, lingering kiss.

"See you soon," I said to him.

"Yeah, see ya," he replied.  "And thanks for today.  It was awesome!"


***

End of chapter 7.

This is my first time writing on Nifty and all feedback is greatly
appreciated - andybrown2000@outlook.com