Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 10:08:04 +0000
From: Josh Cock <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Understanding Scruffy

My thanks to all those who read `Jake's Friend' and especial thanks to
those who so kindly emailed me. Many requested the story continue and so it
does. This is not a series, however, and this story can be read on its own,
it is self contained and while `Jakes Friend' may contain some useful
background it is not essential reading! This is a story in its own right. I
hope you enjoy, provided, of course, you accept all the usual disclaimers
and enjoy reading about things men and boys can, and do, do.


			   Understanding Scruffy

				    ...

I was totally knackered at school. Not surprising, really, as I'd got
utterly wasted last night, pissed, stoned and I'd lost count of the number
of times I'd spunked. Then shagging at about six in the morning and I'm not
normally even awake at six in the morning! Being knackered I didn't
concentrate on my lessons, but that's no big deal; I'm not the sharpest
tool in the box and I don't usually concentrate much anyway.

I did a fair bit of thinking, though.

It hit me during registration. A dozen other boys in my class and I
suddenly thought `I bet I'm the only one who's had sex.' A couple of the
kids boasted about fiddling round with their girlfriends, but I knew
neither of them had had a shag. I had! I looked round the room at them and
tried to work out if any were likely to have had their cocks sucked. No-one
had boasted about it, so I reckoned none of them had had it done. Of
course, one of them may have done it with a man or another boy, and they
wouldn't boast about that, would they, they'd get killed for being gay, but
I sorta doubted it. So I was the only one in the room to have been gobbled
and had a shag. Awesome!

Once I started thinking about that shit, I couldn't stop. I swear I've
never before had the remotest thought about the sex life of the other kids
in my class, my year group, or the whole fuckin' school. Now I found myself
looking at every kid and wondering if he'd had his cock put to use yet!
Don't get me wrong, I looked at the cunt as well and wondered if any of
them had been filled by cock, but then the thought wandered off to whose
cock it might have been, if anyone's. The more I thought about it, the more
I I was sure that no-one else in the school had had a night of sex like I'd
just had. It chuffed me no end! I might be thick, but I'd been sucked off
and had a fuck. Suck that all you stuck up brainy bastards!

In maths I had this random thought that if each kid spunked up about a
teaspoonful each time he wanked, and each kid did it three times a day,
what was the total spunk output of the school in a week? That would make a
wicked exam question! I couldn't work it out but I reckoned it was an
awesome amount of spunk going into underpants, socks, tissues and bed
sheets. Mine wasn't, though, not any more; mine was being swallowed. Well,
it was since yesterday. Till then it had mostly gone on me sheets, but from
now on every drop was going to be properly used, not wasted. I made that
decision in R.E. I reckoned it was gonna be hard not wanking, `cos I
normally did at least three a day, but I liked having me spunk eaten far
more than I liked wanking, and I now had someone who wanted to eat as much
as I could pump out. Yeh, I already knew I was gonna be on the corner at
half three, like what I said I'd be. I hadn't decided, me cock had done
that for me!

I spent a couple of lessons going over what had happened yesterday as well,
though. I mean, it was wrong, wasn't it? I'm fourteen, and not by that
much, and I'd gone to this guy's house with Jake, and he's only twelve for
fuck's sake, for a fag and a beer. That's wrong, and I knew it was
wrong. So fuckin' what! I'm fourteen and that sorta shit just has to be
done. If our mates found out, they'd be jealous. We had somewhere safe to
go for a fag and get a beer as well. Sorted! Jake had said he had to be
home early and the guy sorta hinted, pretty clearly, that if we could have
stayed longer we could have had a joint, if we were into that sorta
thing. Fuckin' hell, fags, booze and weed! This guy was cool. I weren't
gonna miss out on the weed, so, when he told Jake to take the empties into
the kitchen, I told him I didn't have to be home early, and he could pick
me up on the corner later. Yeh, that was wrong as well. Me, going to a
guy's house where I was gonna get stoned and pissed. If he was after what I
was pretty certain he was after, I was gonna get something else as well,
and that's well wrong! That's not something I could let me mates find out
about! I thought about it all the way from the corner where he dropped me
off to home, that's about a minute's walk. I had the chance of booze and
weed, and that's not a chance a normal fourteen year old turns down, Ok, so
I was probably gonna get me cock groped by an old guy, but what the fuck?
I'd wank anyway the moment I got in bed, so what's the big deal? He'd give
me weed and booze, I'd let him feel me cock if that's what he
wanted. Seemed fair to me. I told mum I'd be at a mate's for a bit of a
party, but I'd be back in time for breakfast and school, and I had some
munchies.

After I'd told him I'd stay all night he made it pretty clear that I
wouldn't be sleeping alone and I wouldn't be keeping me knickers on,
letting me know, like, that it was my choice to stay, but if I did, me
cock'd get seen to, and I just thought, `what the fuck, go for it.'

Yeah, so it went a bit further than me having me cock felt. He sucked me
off fuck knows how many times and swallowed it every time. I gobbled him
and swallowed as well and then, before getting up, I fucked him. Now, that
is well wrong! That's not something me mates could ever find out about! It
was weird. I was well chuffed I'd done stuff they'd never even dream about,
and a bit pissed I could never let on how much I was above them in the sex
world. They'd all gross out about it being super gay and I'd become a punch
bag for every kid in the school. No way could they ever know! Strange thing
was, I never even thought of it as being gay. Well, I did for a bit, but
knew it wasn't, it was just sex and I could have as much of it as I wanted,
and I wanted lots!

I `spose it was a bit gay deciding not to wank and save all me spunk for
him, but he liked me spunk and I thought if I could give him a nice, thick
one, he'd be well chuffed. Anyway, if I never wanked during the day he'd
probably be able to get two loads out of me when I met him after school,
and we'd both like that! I'd only have about an hour and if I'd already
spunked in the day, I'd probably only manage one for him, then stay floppy
the rest of the time. Not a good plan!

I got rid of me mates on the way home from school and got to the corner a
couple of minutes early, still in me school uniform. I did have time to
dash home and change, but I had a feeling he'd find it well sexy if I still
had me school stuff on, and let's be honest here, all I was thinking of was
sex. I didn't give a toss that I was doing it with a man old enough to be
me grandfather, he knew how to suck cock and now it knew what it was all
about, my cock needed lots of sucking.

Almost as soon as I reached the corner his car pulled up alongside me,
which I thought was cool `cos I reckoned it meant he wanted me cock as much
as I wanted him to have it, and since I hadn't spunked since well early
this morning, I wanted it bad!

He had a big smile on his face when he saw me and that made me feel
good. Yeh, ok, I didn't kid myself he was smiling `cos he was seeing me, he
was probably smiling like that `cos he knew he'd soon be seeing me
cock. That was fine, and I smiled back `cos I wanted me cock looked at. And
sucked as well, of course.

He gave me leg a squeeze and said,

"Hi Scruffy, glad you could make it."

"What's with the `Scruffy'?" I demanded, feeling a bit miffed that he'd
called me that. I'm a fourteen year old boy, not a fuckin' fashion model,
so `course I'm a little bit untidy. That's natural.

"Sorry," he grinned, and he obviously wasn't sorry at all, "It's what I
think of you as."

"Bit fuckin' insulting," I said, though, to be honest, I was only a bit
miffed, not seriously put out or anything.

"Not really," he grinned, "Fourteen year old boys should be a bit scruffy,
and you are pure fourteen year old boy."

I wanted to say that he obviously liked fourteen year old boys, but thought
better of it. He might get the wrong idea or something. Instead I said,

"I might be fourteen, but I ain't fuckin' pure."

"Thank god," he said with a big grin and gave me leg another squeeze.

I giggled, chuffed that we both meant the same thing. I weren't no stuck
up, uptight brat who's probably scared at the sight of his own cock, I was
a proper fourteen year old.

As soon as he'd shut the front door behind us I went straight into his arms
and put me mouth up for him to kiss. I know, that sounds gay too, but I
didn't mean it gay. I knew he liked snogging me and I rather liked the way
his mouth on mine made me cock feel jealous and it was the easiest way of
telling him I was up for some sex. I'd have felt well gay saying something
like `Take me to bed', but snogging him weren't gay at all, just plain
sexy.

"I only got `bout an hour," I told him when he'd finished with me mouth.

"Fag first?" he asked, all considerate like.

"Depends on you," I told him. "I ain't wanked today so you can probs get
two out of me in an hour, if you want."

"I want," he grinned and led me into the lounge where I parked on the sofa
where it had all started.

I'd expected to be naked in about ten seconds flat, but instead he sat
beside me and gave me a fag. I must have looked as surprised as I felt `cos
he smiled at me and said,

"You look sorta sexy in your school kit," as if that explained
things. Well, it did really, `cos I'd deliberately stayed in school uniform
thinking it might turn him on a bit, and it seemed it had!

"Sexier than naked?" I asked, pleased that me plan had worked but trying to
make the point I was here to get gobbled.

"Different sexy," he said and lit me fag for me.

"How?" I demanded. Dressed or naked I was still me and still in need of
spunking.

"Like this," he said, "You are Scruffy. A fourteen year old schoolboy who
doesn't mind sitting on a sofa with me, smoking a fag and doesn't complain
when I undo his trousers and get my hand inside his knickers to make him
feel good."

And he did exactly that as he was talking, and I was hard long before he
got his hand down there.

"Yeh, so?" I asked, stretching out me legs so he could get a proper
handful.

"So what I'm getting here is the public Scruffy," he said, playing with my
foreskin. How did he know that when I play with myself I always spend a lot
of time on my foreskin?

 "This is the Scruffy who goes out with his mates, goes to school, goes
home. The public Scruffy who'd die if anyone knew he was sitting here with
my hand on his cock."

He was dead right there!

"This is the public Scruffy. The boy that everyone else sees, but only I
know."

Fuck! He talked some shit, but it was real shit and I could sorta see what
he was on about. Like this I was me, I could tell him to fuck off and walk
away, but once I was naked I'd be a boy to have sex with.

"So when you got me knickers off, I'm just a boy to shag, then," I
said. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't pissed that he just wanted me arse, I
didn't want him to be in love with me or nothing gay like that. I didn't
give a toss if I was just a shag to him, `cos he was just sex as far as I
was concerned. I wouldn't have minded being just a bit more, though.

"Not quite," he grinned and made my cock feel good with what he was doing
inside me knickers.

"If you were just a shag, I'd be paying you. But I'm not paying you and you
ain't rent.  You're a very real boy who's given me the enormous privilege
of taking him to bed and finding out about the secret Scruffy. Once in bed
you're a different Scruffy, a Scruffy no-one else knows exists, a Scruffy
that exists for sex"

"No-one else knows you're playing with my cock," I pointed out, unable to
see what he was on about. What the fuck was the difference between him
undoing me zip and playing with me cock and getting me naked and playing
with it?

"True, but the cock I'm playing with is the one that belongs to the public,
everyday Scruffy. Let's say Jake was to walk in now, I'd whip my hand out
of your knickers and we'd pretend we were just having a fag together. You'd
switch straight into schoolboy Scruffy mode. If he'd seen a bit of what was
going on, we'd make a joke about it, say you'd made some remark and I'd
said I'd have your balls if you said that again, so you'd said it again
just to see if I meant it about your balls. We'd get away with it, he'd
never even suspect I was feeling you up. But if Jake was to walk in while
we were in bed, there'd be nowhere to hide. There's only one reason we'd be
naked in bed together. The public Scruffy would be destroyed. Only the
Scruffy who gets naked for a man would be left."

I could go along with that, and I sure didn't want everyone to think of me
as just an easy fuck, but I still couldn't see why I was a different me
once I was naked.

"Once I get your clothes off, then you are a different Scruffy," he
explained. "Naked, you're not the public Scruffy, you're my Scruffy. A
Scruffy who lurks inside the public one and feels liberated once he's
naked. A Scruffy who wants and needs sex and trusts me to make it good for
him. The alive, essential Scruffy"

"Which one's the real one?" I asked, dragging on my fag and trying to make
sense of what he was on about.

"Both," he said, making me head spin. "But its really horny knowing I can
get my hand inside the knickers of the one I have no problems being seen in
the street with. He just goes back to being the Scruffy everyone else knows
as soon as I let go of his cock. I can't let the other one out in
public. The essential Scruffy is not for public viewing."

Now I had an idea where he was coming from. I could be as normal as ever
when I had clothes on. Yeh, I'd let him cop a feel whenever he wanted, but
it would always be in secret, but we could meet at the golf club, or
anywhere else, and neither of us give any hint that we even really knew
each other, and neither of us would be upset, feel that we was being
snubbed or anything. We could do that `cos, once I was round here, he'd get
every little bit of me, everything he wanted. Wicked! Sorted! This guy knew
some shit!

"Now," he said, "Have another fag while I suck you off."

I started to get up so he could take me upstairs, but he pushed me back
down onto the sofa.

"This one here," he said. "Trust me."

I must have shown I was surprised `cos he explained.

"I want to suck off the public Scruffy, the one in his school uniform," he
said. "'Cos that's well horny. I used to love having it done like this when
I was your age. Shut my eyes and pretend I was getting gobbled in class and
anyone could turn round any moment and see a guy sucking me off. Used to
make me spunk loads."

My first thought was that it was a bit kinky and probably well gay, and my
second thought was that it couldn't be gay `cos I'd decided to stay in me
uniform hoping he might find me even more sexy that way. Next thought was
that sounded a huge turn on, like a well good wank dream.

It was. He pulled me stuff down so he could get at me cock and a bit of me
legs and just went to work while I sat back, dragged on my fag, imagined
myself in class with me smoking and him sucking me and no-one noticing
until I squirted a whole day's supply into his mouth. It was fantastic, a
real brilliant spunking.

It was hard not wanking that night, or the following morning, but I'd made
myself a promise that all me spunk was his, and I wasn't going to break it.

Next day I only had an hour again, so he had the `public' Scruffy, only
this time with a little difference. I didn't have games or stuff on a
Tuesday so, as I didn't have to get changed at school. I left off the
knickers. The look on his face when he got his hand inside and found I was
pantless was a real hoot.

"That is so fucking sexy," he said when he found me commando.

"Thought you'd like it," I grinned, pleased that he had.

"Like it? I love it," he grinned and his hand proved he did.

I thought I'd give him some of his own shit back, so I said,

"Public Scruffy ain't been around today. Just your essential Scruffy in
disguise."

"Yeh," he grinned, knowing I meant I'd felt sorta wicked going around all
day with no underwear just so he could get at me cock easy when I met
him. "I love it, but just be careful the disguise don't slip."

"I will, it won't," I promised. I didn't want to get sucked off in me
school uniform again, though, in case it really was a bit gay, so I said,
"Now, you gonna get the rest of the disguise off and give me a good one?"

He did, and he was over the moon when he found out just how much I'd saved
up for him.

"Won't need supper tonight," he smiled when he'd eaten it all.

"Same every day," I promised him. "You're the only one who's gonna make me
spunk now. I've given up wanking."

"Bit drastic," he said, "But I do appreciate the thought."

I met him every day that week and then, on the Friday, I gave him the good
news. I'd organised with me mum to spend the whole weekend away. I told her
me mates had got things organised `cos it was half term next week. We'd all
be out and about, dossing down here and there, maybe even camping out if
the weather stayed good. She gave me a bit of a strange look, but didn't
raise no problems.

When I told him he was bothered at first about me getting into trouble, but
I told him it was all sorted, so he left me at his place and went out to
get hold of some beer and smokes. When he got back I was already in bed,
waiting for him. Friday evening, Friday night, all day Saturday, Saturday
night, all day Sunday and Sunday night and probably something Monday
morning; I wasn't going to waste a second of it, and I planned on being a
well worn out boy by the time I got home.

He just looked at me, smiled and stripped, getting into bed with me and
giving me a rib crushing cuddle. Then he stuck his tongue in me mouth for
about half an hour and gave me arse a well good squeezing. I had no doubts
that me arse would get more than squeezed during the weekend, but I could
cope with that, I'd brought it here after all.

He rolled a ginormous spliff, a double king skinner and when I asked him
why it was only one, he said,

"We share it, then the one who's not smoking's got a hand free."

I saw his reasoning and had me first drags while he played with me balls,
then passed it over so I could play with his. I liked his cock, not in any
gay way, just that it was so much bigger and thicker than mine and felt
good in me hand. I did wonder what it would feel like when he finally
pushed it into me hole, but reckoned I'd be so stoned by then I probably
wouldn't even notice.

The moment the spliff was finished he got down to business. He knew I'd
been keeping me promise and that I wouldn't have spunked since he sucked me
yesterday, and that meant I was a boy in need.

I loved the feel of me cock in his mouth, the way he used his tongue to
lick all round it and poke under me tight foreskin, pushing at the piss
slit, fondling me balls and stroking me legs while he did it. One thing I
had learned about myself was that I absolutely loved having me legs stroked
and squeezed. Well, I liked getting snogged and having me tits nibbled as
well, but having me legs kissed and stroked was something else!

He never came off me, sucking me for the spunk he knew I needed to spurt
and he wanted to eat and I didn't keep us waiting long, spunking hard and
thick into his mouth. It was quick, but we both knew it was just the first
of many and that it had to be now or I might waste me saved up load by
spunking when his mouth wasn't in place.

"Nice one," he said when he'd sucked out every last drip.

"You're welcome," I said and we both knew I meant it.

It just went on from there. We had more spliffs another beer or two and a
lot more sex. I just loved being naked for him to enjoy; I liked him
snogging me, I liked his kissing my neck and doing things under my arms, I
loved him kissing and nibbling my tits and spending ages with his mouth and
hands on my legs. I was there for him to enjoy and just happy that he was
enjoying himself and me at the same time.

We had a good, long sixty nine and I knew why he liked sucking me so
much. It wasn't gay, but I really did like his cock in me mouth, not that I
could get much more than just the head in, and he obviously liked it when I
did the sort of things to him that he was doing to me.

I spunked again, not a huge one this time, but well enough for him to get a
decent taste, and I wanted to make him spunk as well, but he held me off,
telling me he wasn't as young as I was and if I unloaded him now, I might
be a bit disappointed for the rest of the evening. I didn't want that, so I
went along with him and pretended I didn't mind. But I really did want him
to spunk in me mouth like he had last weekend.

By now it was almost seven and I'd been in bed with him for nearly three
hours and he suggested I might be hungry. He was right, I was starving!

We went downstairs so he could cook us something. I'd said anything would
do, even a takeaway pizza from the local kebab place, but he said no boy of
his was going to make do with crap like that!

It took a second before it dawned on me what he'd said. `No boy of
his'. Did he think of me as `his boy'? I had a little flush and sorta hoped
he did, Not in any gay way, or `cos I needed a father figure or any crap
like that, but just because he made me feel good in bed and wanted to see
me all the time. Yeh, I wanted to be `his boy'.

He hadn't put any clothes on when he went down to cook, so I didn't put any
on either. That was cool, `cos I liked being naked for him to look at and
he could have a feel of any bits he fancied with no probs. In fact, he had
his arm round my shoulder most of the time he was cooking stuff and that
made me feel well good. He didn't want to let go of me even when he was
getting our munchies. Cool.

Eventually he let go of me and made me go park in the lounge, then brought
in a tray with some fancy Italian food he'd made. And a fuckin' great glass
that had half a bottle of wine in it. I ain't never had fancy eats before,
nor drunk wine neither, but I was gonna get through the lot, wine and all,
even if it tasted shit `cos I didn't want to upset him and pos put him off
sucking me cock again later.

I didn't have to worry, though, `cos it tasted bril and the wine got me
well pissed.

I was a bit bothered, though, by the fancy food and wine and stuff `cos I
was worried he was goin' all gay on me, starting to think of me as his
boyfriend or something, but he put it on trays so we could watch some porn
while we munched, and that made it more normal, safer, like. I wanted to be
his boy, not his boyfriend. If I was his boyfriend I'd be gay, but I'm not,
I'm just a boy who wants sex.

I `spose he was gay, I mean he shagged boys and stuff. That didn't bother
me none `cos it meant he'd be good at shagging me and I really wanted to be
shagged. Well, I don't know if me mind did, but me body was gagging for it,
if you know what I mean.

He didn't act like a proper gay, anyway, no limp wristed stuff and stupid
gay talk, so praps he weren't really gay, just liked shagging boys, and
like I said, I was ok with that. I was gonna ask him later why he liked
doing boys, if they were a better fuck than girls, or what.

Anyway, we finished our munchies, left the porn still on and went back
upstairs to do some porn of our own.

All our personal porn sessions started with a joint. It got me all relaxed
and even more horny than I already was and it got him well hard! It was
gone nine by now, so I guess it was getting towards bed time, so we went to
bed for our smoke.

He made us one each this time, and he put a fair bit in mine so I knew he
wanted me well wasted, and I could guess what for. I helped him along by
telling him I'd had a real good wash while he was out earlier, getting the
weed.

"Thoughtful boy," he whispered and kissed me on the cheek.

I thought that was a bit gay, so I turned me face so he could kiss me
properly.

As soon as we'd finished our joints he got me in position so he could kiss
me somewhere else. I did wonder why he liked sticking his tongue in my
arse, what it was like for him, but it was fuckin' great for me, so I never
complained.

I had my bum in his face and his cock was near me mouth, so I sucked it for
him while he licked and poked at me arsehole. I must have done it right
`cos he made some nice noises as I sucked him. I was getting quite into it,
really liking having cock in me mouth, specially when his tongue was up me
arse.

He flipped me over after a bit, went down and started sucking me and
pushing a finger into me hole. I knew what was coming after last week, so I
just let him get on with it, waiting for him to lube me and get some more
fingers in.

I didn't have long to wait and pretty soon he had three fingers inside me,
twisting around and moving in and out. I knew he was getting me ready to be
fucked and I couldn't wait, I really wanted to find out what it was like.

Then he touched something that made me insides feel like they'd been
connected up to the mains! Fuckin' shocks went all the way through me, but
they sorta started at the back of me balls and shot outwards.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled.

"That, my boy, was me touching your prostrate," he grinned into me balls.

"Me what?" I said. I'd never heard of one of them things.

So he gave me a biology lesson, told me what this prostrate thing is, like
it's the sorta trigger that makes you shoot and how its exactly in the
right place for it to get rubbed by a cock when its up your arse.

"What, like its there to get done by cock?" I asked, trying to get things
clear in me head.

"Exactly," he told me. "You can be made to spunk just by having that
rubbed, nothing ever touching your cock."

"Wow," I exclaimed as things became clear to me, "Like arse is sorta
designed to have cock in it?"

"Only boys," he told me, "Girls don't have one."

"Wicked," I breathed. So that's why boys were good to fuck. They had this
thing inside them that made them spunk up if it got touched, and it was
placed so it could really only get touched by cock. So no way was having
cock up your arse gay, it was natural, it was supposed to happen. If it
wasn't, that bit wouldn't be in exactly that place, would it?

"I'll prove it to you," he whispered into me pubes, not that I had that
many pubes, but you get the idea of where his face was.

"I'll finger fuck you while I suck you. I can just about get to your spot
with a finger and I bet you'll shoot the biggest load of your life."

"Cool," I said, though I doubted I'd spunk up that much `cos he'd sucked
two loads out of me already.

Was I ever wrong! What he was doing inside me sent me crazy and when I shot
I thought me entire insides were spurting out me cock. It never seemed to
stop! Normally I do three or sometimes four spurts, but this was awesome!
Me cock just kept jerking in his mouth, shooting spurt after spurt. I was
utterly fucked when it finally stopped.

"Evil," I gasped through the stupid grin on me face when it was over. "Just
plain evil!" Now I knew why I so wanted to be fucked, something somewhere
in me brain knew it was gonna be like this!

"Is it gonna be like that when you use your cock?" I asked. Stupid I know,
but remember, I knew fuck all.

"Better," he whispered still down at me pubes. "My cock's thicker than
fingers and you'll feel so much more."

That gave me a moment of panic. He was right about his cock, its fuckin'
thick and I didn't think he'd be able to get it in, or if he did it'd hurt
like hell.

"Might be a little bit painful at first," he comforted me, "But that'll
soon pass and you'll really love it."

I weren't sure about that, but I trusted him and let him get me on me back
with me legs up, so me knees were by me shoulders. I was a bit tense, but
not that much `cos I was wasted by the weed and shattered by what he'd just
done to me, so he had the tip of his cock in me before I really had a
chance to tighten up. Course, I didn't understand me hole was still a bit
open from what he'd done with his fingers, so I was a bit surprised to feel
meself opening up to take the first bit of his cock.

He was good to me, though, and took it slow, but I still gave a sorta
gasping yell as the head of his cock went into me. It felt fuckin' huge!
You know when you dump a really big log? Well it felt like that times a
hundred!

He waited while I got used to it and realised I wasn't gonna split in half,
then he put some more in.

Now it felt really weird. Well strange having something hot and hard inside
you, but well good as well. He pushed a bit more in and I screwed up me
eyes and for some reason pushed back and when I opened me eyes again I
could see he was all the way in, right up to his pubes, and I could feel
them on me arse cheeks.

"Ok?" he asked.

"Yeh," I breathed, knowing he hadn't started to fuck me yet, and hoping it
would be good and I'd enjoy it. If it wasn't I'd have to pretend `cos I
wanted him to enjoy it anyway.

When he started moving it in and out of me I knew the answer about enjoying
it! Amazing, awesome, wicked! I could feel every ridge on his cock as he
worked it in and out of me and I loved it! Now I really knew why boys get
fucked, there's nothing like it.

I can't describe what it felt like. If you ever got fucked when you were a
kid you know what I mean, and if you ain't ever been fucked there's no way
you'd understand what I'm on about. Getting fucked is just out of the
universe!

I don't know how long it went on for, he just kept fucking me. Fast, slow,
then fast again. He changed me position several times, sometimes taking his
cock out to move me, and I felt all empty till he stuck it back in again.

He never made me spunk, though I did get the feeling I was gonna spunk
several times, but it never fully made it. He did though. He spunked up
inside me when we was doing it doggy. I felt his cock go real solid inside
me, then sorta explode and me insides got flooded by what I knew was his
hot, thick, spunk.

I was a bit disappointed I hadn't spunked for him, but he told me it was
alright.

"You had a couple of dry ones," he smiled at me, "But your balls were
completely empty from earlier, so there was nothing to come out."

That made me feel a bit better, It'd be well sad to have been no good as a
fuck!

Any thoughts that I might have been no good were got rid of over the rest
of the weekend. He fucked me I don't know how many times. I do know I got
fucked in his bed, in the kitchen, in the lounge and on the stairs and
every time he fucked me I liked it more.

Now I knew it was natural for boys to get fucked `cos of that prostrate
thing up their arse, I was wiggling me bum at him all the time. Getting
sucked was still great, but fucking was what I liked most. I even felt
sorry for all the kids who were stupid enough to think of it as gay and
never did it. It's what the arse was designed for, so get a cock in it!

I gotta be honest as well, though. I felt a lot better in me mind knowing
it weren't gay getting shagged, just natural. I'd been a bit bothered when
I first did things with him `cos I liked them and `praps that meant I was
gay, just pretending not to be, but now I understood that boys are meant to
be done by men so its not gay at all, and it was all cool.

I did wonder what it was like to fuck a boy as well. I mean, I'd been in
his arse a few times over the weekend and that was great, but he liked
doing boys, not men, so I reckoned that a boy must be even better. I
wondered about Jake. I know he's well small, but I got an idea if he could
be got to do it, he'd be good at sucking cock and if I could get him to do
that I was sure I could get in his arse as well. Maybe I'll suggest getting
him round and we can get him wasted and go for it.

I got back home on Monday feeling well happy, with this big smile on me
face. It disappeared pretty fast when me mother met me as I came through
the door.

"Ryan, we need to talk," she said.


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