Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2012 21:10:32 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On part 2

This story contains man/boy and boy/boy sex; it is pure masturbation
fantasy, so you advised not to read it if those activities are not your
`thing'. You should not continue beyond the title if the laws that apply
where you live prohibit the reading of such material, be that on the
grounds of religion, culture or age. If you choose to continue after this
warning, then that is your choice and if you make that choice I hope you
are not too disappointed.

The story, as will become very obvious very early, is pure fantasy, and
none of the characters exist outside of the imagination of the author.

NOTE: I have attempted to reproduce the sounds made by teenagers in west
London and some of the spelling may cause problems to readers who are not
accustomed to English as it is spoken there. If you try to pronounce words
as they are spelt then it should make some sense. As a guide, allow me to
give one or two examples:

`aht' represents the pronunciation of `out'; `rahand' is `round' and
`abaht' is `about'. I hope this helps.

Even though I have made this attempt I must say to the purist that I did
not find it possible to reproduce all the swallowed consonants,
strangulated vowels and glottal stops that are a common, everyday feature
of this particular variety of English. Even Professor Higgins may have had
a problem!

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On
A story by Ivor Sukwell.
Chapter Two

 Brian, though far from being the brightest star in the sky, was beginning
to wonder if all this stuff about being brought into the future could
possibly have any truth in it, and, after a week of being kissed, cuddled
and sucked -- events he had absolutely no complaints about -- he decided to
ask a few questions. Being the boy he was, his questions had a very
specific content.

"I ain't the only boy yer've fucked, am I?" he asked, though he could make
a pretty shrewd guess as to the answer.

"No," Edward confirmed, quite happy to talk about his sexual past.

"But I'm the only boy wot yer've caned, ain't I." Not a question this time.

"Yes," Edward admitted.

"Got fuckin' turned on by it, though, didn't yer!" Brian sniggered, and
Edward was forced to concede that he had, indeed, been turned on in a way
he never thought he would have been.

"So, If I want's fuckin' again, an' I fuckin' do, wot yer gonna hit me
wiv?"

"Same again, I suppose," Edward said, not really giving the matter any
thought.

"Nah," the boy dismissed the answer, "Yer gotta imagine somfin yer'd really
fancy usin' on me; somfin that'd `urt like fuck."

Edward shook his head, hitting and hurting boys really was not his thing.

"Go on," Brian insisted, "Just a bit a fun, just imagin' wot yer'd use on
this if yer could."

The boy stood, turned his back on Edward and bent over, showing his now
recovered arse in all its glory.

"Yer gotta try," the boy insisted, "Wanna know wot yer'd really wanna use."

Edward thought of a whippy cane, but dismissed that as being far too
painful and likely to cut into flesh and that he most certainly did not
want to do. Brian had said his former boyfriend, the vicar, had used a
table tennis bat on him, but that was too solid, too likely to bruise
deep. Eventually Edward came up with an idea, based on what he knew had
once been used in schools in Scotland and Ireland.

"A leather strap," he said, "About two inches wide and fixed to a wooden
handle."

"Oh yeh," Brian enthused and hurled himself back into the sofa beside
Edward. "That'd be fuckin' amazin'. Ain't got one, have yer?"

"Of course not," Edward rejected the possibility, "Not the sort of thing I
would have."

"If yer did have one, where'd yer keep it?" Brian persisted.

"I don't have one," Edward repeated, "But," sensing that this game was, for
some unknown reason, important to the boy, "If I did have I guess I'd keep
it in the drawer along with the lube and stuff."

The drawer in question was in a bedside cabinet in the downstairs bedroom
off the conservatory which Brian now referred to as `the fuck room',
because it was, he insisted, perfect for boy fucking being beside the pool.

"Fink hard about it," Brian insisted, "Imagine it, fink of what it'd be
like to hold an' `it me wiv."

Edward did and after confirming that Edward had indeed, pictured it in all
its detail, Brian leapt off the sofa and scurried along to the room in
question, returning minutes later with a huge smile on his face and a
wooden handled leather strap in his hand.

"Where the fuck did you get that?" an astonished Edward demanded.

"Cabinet by the bed in the fuck room," Brian beamed, "Like where yer said
it'd be. Brought the lube stuff an' all," he added, revealing his other
hand.

"Give us a taster," he pleaded, "An' soon as yer got me cryin', yer can
fuck me."

"Gotta fink abaht this," Brian announced when they were cuddled together in
bed that night. He didn't have to be careful about his arse because he had
howled tears on the third stroke and Edward had fucked him carefully and
thoughtfully. He had been really happy about Edward's invention,
proclaiming it the best thing ever -- it seriously hurt but it didn't have
long lasting effects, "Even wen yer has to give us a real beatin'," he'd
said, "Yer'll be ok to get at me bum again later."

"Yeh," he repeated, "Gotta fink abaht this. Didn't believe a fuckin' word
abaht stuff till yer just imagined that strap fing, an' there it was, where
yer said it'd be. An' I know it weren't there before, `cos I bin to that
drawer loads." It was where Edward kept his cock hardening pills and the
lube, so Brian had indeed, been there before. "If yer did dream me `ere,
an' dream up this fuckin' place like wot yer dreamed up that strap, yer
might be able to dream up anuver kid."

"Why would I want to do that?" Brian might not have been a very bright
star, but at the moment he was outshining Edward.

"Yer can kiss me an' cuddle me an' suck me an' fuck me much as yer want,"
Brian stated the obvious, "But yer knows I don't really wanna do stuff
back, an' yer must like `avin' yer cock done an all, an' fuckin' me couple
a times a week can't be enuff for yer, can it."

For someone who frequently went months without having a boy to kiss and
cuddle and suck, let alone fuck, getting what he was getting now was beyond
Edward's wildest dreams, but he did agree with the boy that having his own
prick sucked now and again would be very pleasant.

"So why don't yer see if yer can dream up sum uvver kid wot used to like
suckin' yer cock?"

Put that way it was so very obvious, Brian definitely had a point! The only
question Edward really had to answer was.......who?

The majority of Edward's past conquests had been boys of fourteen or
fifteen, but spending a completely uninhibited week with Brian had
rekindled his teenage taste for flesh just a little younger. Perhaps
another thirteen year old? There hadn't been many, at least not since he
was a schoolboy himself and he didn't think he could recall any of his own
teenage wank mates in sufficient detail to conjure them up. That left only
two, and of those two, Roy was the obvious choice.

He'd seduced young Roy about thirty years ago; a couple of beers and a
couple of fags and a hand wandering over to the boy's groin on the drive
home. "Won't get nuffin' outa it," Roy had said, "Gonna `ave the droop
after that lager." As the boy was obviously not concerned about being
groped, Edward had gone for it anyway and wanked the boy off in his garage
when they did get home, Roy rapidly hardening and, after a decent wank,
spunking on the floor.

He got the boy round his place two evenings later, and this time Roy
started the action, unzipping Edward and going straight down on him. Once
Edward had got round to removing the boy's clothing, Roy had offered up his
arse, an offer that Edward had accepted. The boy had said to stop when
Edward began to enter him, but had been ignored and deflowered, making no
further protest as penetration continued.

Edward had apologised for not stopping when the boy had asked, and young
Roy had grinned and said he hadn't meant it, just thought he ought to say
it as he wasn't queer and didn't want Edward to think he was.

Roy would be perfect; similar in build and size to Brian, with, for a
thirteen year old, an equally impressive cock, and, although by nature
definitely heterosexual, deeply enough in adolescent bisexuality to really
appreciate prick. His mouth had been round Edward's almost as often as his
own cock had been in Edward's mouth.

"Fought ov one?" Brian demanded. And then wanted to know the details.

"Wot's he like? How old is he?"

"Thirteen, like you, same sort of build and cock, and he loves to suck."

"Yeh," Brian enthused, "Fink he'd be ok doin' it wiv me an' all?"

"I do believe he might be," Edward grinned.

"Yeh!" Brian enthused again, "Ain't never done it wiv a boy!"

He gave Edward a good night kiss, a long, tonsil searching kiss, and
scooted over to the far side of the big bed.

"Fink abaht `im proper," Brian insisted, "I want's boy prick in the
mornin'!"

`Not as much as me,' Edward thought before concentrating on remembering
young Roy in all his thirteen year old rampant glory.

"Shit, Ed, where you'm fuckin' brought I? What's this place?" A teenage
voice whispering in his ear dragged Edward from sleep.

There was a boy pressed close against him, even without opening his eyes,
Edward knew it was a boy, the feel of boyflesh was unmistakable. The voice
wasn't Brian's, the accent was different, somewhere further west than
London.

He rolled over to see Roy's face, concern and worry on it.

"You get I pissed again last night an' take I somewhere fancy?"

It had worked then! How, and he really didn't know how, he had conjured
thirteen year old Roy out of the West Country town he had lived in thirty
years ago. That the boy recognised him was not too surprising -- he had
aged in thirty years, put on extra weight -- but to a boy of thirteen all
adults look the same age, no real difference between thirty and sixty
unless baldness had set in.

"Get ready for a shock, Roy," Edward held the boy close and started the
explanation. "And you are not the first," he whispered in the disbelieving
boy's ear, "Turn over and look at the other side of the bed."

Roy did and his mouth opened as he saw Brian, who had somehow remained
still and silent all the time.

"He's thirteen as well, and loves getting fucked and he's never been done
by a boy."

"I never done nuffin' wiv a boy, neither," Roy said, after looking from boy
to man and back again.

"Time to start, then," Edward grinned. "Two horny thirteen year old's,
naked in the same bed; get to it lads!" He reached over the boy and took
hold of his erect almost five inches. "Only thing Brian'll let you do with
this is put it in his arse; he won't wank you or suck you, but he snogs
amazingly."

Roy's cock pulsed in Edward's hand, hinting at rising boylust.

"Do anything you want to him, though. Fuck him into next month and he'll
ask for more." He eased the soft, pliant skin of Roy's cock slowly up and
down, deliberately building the boy's desire.

"Fuck!" Roy breathed and made his move, reaching for the other boy and
dragging him close. Lips met and the action began.

"He normally likes to get caned before he's fucked," Edward said to the
snogging young teens, knowing that would fuel Roy's primitive lust, "But
he'll probably let you in without that this time."

Brian broke the kiss just long enough to agree that he was amenable to that
and, a few minutes later, he was on his back, legs in the air with Roy
shoving his thirteen year old cock into thirteen year old arse that was
still sufficiently lubed up from its fucking the previous evening.

Watching two young boys fuck was, Edward decided, something that was well
worth watching, something he would be watching again in the not too far
distant future! Be good to watch Roy suck out Brian's spunk as well, he
thought, especially if he sucked out Edward's straight after!

It didn't last that long, it was Roy's first fuck -- he'd always declined
the invitation to fuck Edward -- and it was Brian's first by a boy. He
obviously found being done by a boy to be something he really enjoyed, and
for Roy, basically heterosexual or not, having his prick in a hot, wet,
velvet sheath was something that got his spunk flowing in a far too short a
time.

Roy's star, though certainly not a Venus, glowed a little more brightly
than Brian's, and once presented with the visual evidence that the year was
two thousand and eleven and not nineteen eighty one, accepted things for
what they were. He did ask what, in the weeks to come, would be listed by
Edward as FAQ's, though the acronym was unknown to either boy, both
originating from long before the internet.

"This mean I ain't back home no more?" Roy asked as they sat, naked of
course, to a large fried breakfast.

"Don't really know, Roy," Edward answered thoughtfully. He had been giving
the matter considerable thought since bringing a second boy into his dream
home and came up with the answer that seemed most likely to him. "I
suspect, and only suspect, mind you, that you both still exist back in the
time you came from, and that your other selves will be leading the same
lives as you were."

"Fuckin' prefer this one," Brian giggled.

"I think that, somehow, and don't ask me to explain how, I have brought the
sexual you here. To be truthful, all I was interested in was you as sexual
objects, so I'm guessing that is all I have brought here."

"Can we go back?"

"I don't know, I haven't the faintest idea if the process would work in
reverse."

"Don't wanna go back, fuckin' love bein' his bumboy," Brian giggled to Roy;
"An' yours an' all."

"We get older?" Roy was asking all the questions.

"Again, I don't know. I suspect that time, in that sense, might have
stopped for you. I thought of you as thirteen year old boys, not as boys
who would get older."

"Alright by me," Brian again, "Men likes boys young. Me previous," he
confided to Roy, "Liked `em even younger. Fucked me first wen I were
ten. Was gonna dump me `cos me pubes have started."

"Got more than you," Roy boasted, "But I only done it with him," Roy
gestured towards Edward, "First time a couple of months ago."

"Better hope yer don't grow any more," Brian said seriously, "He might not
fancy yer if yer does."

"I could always shave him," Edward suggested with a smile.

"Fuck off!" Roy snorted, "You ain't fuckin' shaving me!"

"Might make your cock look bigger."

In truth, Roy's bush was not a huge amount more developed than Brian's.

"You can still fuck off," Roy retorted, but with a smile this time, having
realised that he was being teased.

One of the really strange things, one of the things that separated the
`now' from anything that had been in the `then' was the complete freedom
with which the boys talked about sex. Oh, yes, Edward as a teenager had
chatted sex with mates, as these boys had probably done with their mates,
but never with the complete freedom they talked now. Then it had always
been after careful, if none too subtle, checks that whoever they were
talking to was happy to be both open and honest and also totally silent
about the conversation with other people. They might discuss who was good
at wanking or sucking, but never admit to another that they had ever had
such a discussion. Now their lives were all about sex, so talking about it
was not a problem.

After a couple of months of almost constant indulgence, Edward fucking both
boys, Roy fucking Brian and both of them occasionally administering the
punishment Brian so craved, Roy got round to asking the question that both
boys had discussed and wanted to know the answer to.

"You ever wanna get fucked?" Roy enquired of Edward.

"Asked you to fuck me thirty years ago, if you remember," Edward answered;
"You declined the invitation."

"Yeh, I remember," for Roy, it was not that difficult to remember -- for
him it was a couple of months ago, not thirty years. "Just don't wanna fuck
a man, sorry."

"Happy to fuck a boy, though," Edward smiled.

"Fuckin' right," Roy grinned, "Fuckin' a boy's well horny. Know why you
like it so much."

"Yer wanna boy up you?" Brian pushed.

"Of course," Edward admitted, "I love getting teenage cock inside me."

"Why don't yer bring one that'll do yer then?" pragmatic, no nonsense Brian
asked. "Roy an' I'll give yer all yer wants, but we ain't gonna fuck yer,
so get in a kid that will. Stands to reason, dun'it."

It did, and Edward made no effort to disagree. He had been thinking for
some time that, with twelve bedrooms, he could bring in another twenty or
so boys and create himself a harem. Once more, the only question to be
answered was....  `who'?

Actually, the question wasn't `who' because the answer to that was obvious,
it would have to be Simon, the question was `when'? Edward had seduced
Simon when, like Roy and Brian, he was thirteen, but sex with Simon had
continued right up until the boy was nineteen, and would probably have gone
on for longer had he not disappeared and left no forwarding address, not
with Edward, not with his parents.

At thirteen, Simon had been tall and willow slender, a mass of dark hair
and a decent, uncircumcised cock. He'd given without hesitation and soon
become very skilful in bed, his only drawback being that he didn't want to
suck. He loved being sucked, of course, but had no desire to return the
favour. Instead he'd offered his arse, which Edward had gratefully
accepted. He also liked to fuck, and his slender, teenage prick had
satisfied Edward on many an occasion, but he hadn't done that until he was
fifteen. So the question was, should he be brought in at a delicious
thirteen and hope he could be encouraged to start fucking, or bring him in
at fifteen when he would certainly oblige?

With two thirteen year old boys already at his disposal, Edward had become
semi-addicted to young flesh, and decided to take the risk. Twenty five
years ago it had taken Simon two years to get round to wanting to get his
cock in Edward's arse, but that may have been because the two years sexual
activity had, because of obvious circumstances, not been on a daily
basis. In this environment, with boy fucking being a daily event, Edward
felt sure Simon would blossom quickly. That would give Edward three
thirteen year old cocks to milk, three thirteen year old arses to fuck, one
thirteen year old mouth to pleasure his cock and one thirteen year old
prick to enjoy being fucked by. Simon at thirteen it would be.

Bringing the boy over was no problem at all, Edward barely imagining the
boy before he felt a warm, naked presence in his arms. Simon had one willow
slender thigh pushed between Edward's legs, a favourite cuddling position
of his, and his hand was down between them, holding Edward's thick, adult
cock.

For Brian and Roy, Simon's arrival was proof final that Edward could do
things no human person should be able to do. One moment he was alone on his
side of the bed, and the next moment there was a boy in his arms.

 "Fuck!" Brian breathed loudly.

"Shit!" Roy gasped.

Not surprisingly, Simon was a bit surprised to hear two boys' voices coming
from the other side of the bed. He reared up and peered in the direction of
the sounds, but did so without taking his hand from Edward's prick.

"What the fuck.......? You havin' an orgy or something?" he demanded of
Edward. "Could have fuckin' told me!"

"Keep yer balls on," Brian chortled from the other side of the bed, and
then sniggered loudly. "Four ain't enough for a proper orgy, but we can
have some fuckin' good fun, if yer's up fer it."

"Up for what?" Simon, by nature, laid back and laconic, was nevertheless
suspicious. What thirteen year old boy wouldn't be? Thinking he had been
bedded by the man who had seduced him -- seduced him with very little
difficulty -- only a week or two before, he now found there were two other
boys in the same bed. Every boy naturally wants to believe, in the early
stages of his first affair, that he is the only boy in the man's life; he
does not expect to find that two others are not only there before him, but
are still there.

"Sex, mate," Roy answered him, "That's what he was after from you in the
first place, same as me an' Brian here."

"Course he's after sex," Simon agreed, "So am I; that's why I'm in bed with
him, in't it. Just didn't expect to find you two here as well."

"Sorta complicated," Brian giggled, and proceeded to try to explain. "I was
born in 1958, Roy in.....?"

"1968," Roy helped him out.

"An' you?" Brian asked.

"1973," Simon said weakly. "But that ain't possible," he started to feel a
little more confident; "How old are you?"

"Both thirteen, mate," Roy was grinning as well now, "Same as you I
guess. Reckon ol' Ed there likes boys of thirteen."

"Too right," Edward smiled as well, keeping the mood light, "Especially
ones who have their hand round my cock."

"He had yer when yer was thirteen, right?" Roy stated, "Same as he did me
an' him," gesturing at Brian, "An', fuck knows how, he's brought us to some
time in the fuckin' future so he can do us again at thirteen. Dirty ol'
fucker," he finished with a beaming smile.

"So what's the date now?" Simon, confused, asked.

"2011," Edward told him, "And, by the way, your hand feels great!"

Simon realised that he was, indeed, still holding Edward's cock, thought
about releasing it and decided not to.

"Why me?" Simon had to ask the obvious question.

"Because I think, thought, you are, were, amazingly sexy, and I wanted to
enjoy you again. We did stuff in that other world till you were nineteen,
by the way."

"I kiss an' take cock up me, any cock," Brian said, staring pointedly at
Simon. "Roy takes cock an' likes to suck, an' he got ................"

"You here because I want you to fuck me," Edward finished for him. "I want
to fuck you as well, of course, but I fancied being fucked by you from the
first moment I saw you.....and you still had clothes on then," Edward added
with another smile.

"Let's have a look at yer, then," Brian demanded, throwing the covers off
both himself and Roy so Simon could see their nakedness.

"Why not," Simon agreed, rolled away from Edward and lifted the covers to
expose himself.

"Lush cock," Brian enthused, "Fink he's got more hairs than you, though,"
he said to Roy.

"Certainly more than you," Simon retorted, staring at Brian's almost
hairless groin. He turned back to Edward, without bothering to conceal
himself again; "It true?" he asked, "We stay here for always?"

"Don't know," Edward shrugged; "Brian's been here a couple of months, Roy
about six weeks."

"So it's taken you a couple of months to decide you fancied me again?"
Simon accused.

"Nah," Brian, dim as he was, took the lead in calming Simon. "Took `im two
months to get the balls together to try. Fort me an' Roy was flukes, but
`ee wants cock up his arse so much `ee decided to risk it an' see if he
could get a kid he wanted to be fucked by an' he fort would wanna fuck
`im."

"Don't you two.................?"

"Do wot yer wants ter me, an' pretty much anyfin' ter Roy. But I don't do
nuffin back, just likes havin' it done ter me, an' Roy don' wanna fuck `im,
so's `ee had ter get anover kid in, di'nt `ee."

"An' you really wanted me to fuck you?" Simon was more than a little
mollified by that idea.

"You begged me to let you do it when you were sixteen," Edward said softly,
"So I hoped you would feel like it at thirteen."

"Yeh," Simon agreed slowly, thought hard, and then, with more enthusiasm,
"Yeh fuckin' `ell, I'll fuck yer, fuck yer as much as yer want!"

"Yeh," Brian yelled, bouncing with enthusiasm, "Do it now! Wanna watch!"

"You fancy watching them first?" Edward softly asked the slender boy in his
arms; "Bit of live porn to warm you up?"

"Oh yeh," Simon enthused, the idea of watching two thirteen year old boys
fuck making his cock throb against Edward's stomach.

"Go on then, Roy, get it up him." Edward's words were a spur to action for
the two boys, Brian instantly going on hands and knees, arse up and Roy
reaching for the strap that was always kept beside the bed, whichever bed
they happened to be using!

Simon looked in amazement as Roy gave a couple of practice swings and then
landed a cracker, not on the arse as Brian was expecting, but across the
outside of his right thigh.

Brian yelled, both at the sudden pain and at the unexpected location of
it. Another, backhanded, swing gave his left thigh the same treatment as
his right.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! You fuckin'
cun.................................aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Brian screamed as a third crack resounded, this one delivered with all the
strength a kneeling Roy could muster, landing directly across the offered
up buttocks.

Brian jerked upright, back arched as the pain seared through him, and then
collapsed back down, head buried in his arms on the pillow as Roy delivered
two more to his rapidly reddening arse.

"Love's it dun he," Roy grinned at Edward and the shocked and amazed
Simon. He put the strap down on the bed beside him, reached down for the
lube and prepared the sobbing Brian's hole for cock entry. Finished with
the lube, he picked up the strap again, gave a huge grin to his audience,
and crashed another blow on Brian's arse cheeks, producing another, high
pitched scream from the boy.

He lined himself up, grinned across once more, and eased himself inside.

"Ooohhhh, fuuuuuck, yeeess," Brian sighed as he was entered. "Go for it,
cunt," he hissed, "I wan' it `ard!"

Roy gave it to him hard, and the sight of him pounding into Brian's bright
red arse, while tears still flowed, mixed with grunts of lust and demands
for more, made Simon harder than he could ever remember being.

Roy gave a final thrust, a grunt and a long sigh as his prick filled
Brian's insides with spunk.

"Good one," Brian congratulated, and gave his fucker a long and very deep
kiss, before laying down to watch part two of the show.

"Lube Ed up for Simon," he said to Roy, "'Ee ain't done it `fore, `ee won't
know what to do."

Roy obliged carefully lubing the man's hole and Simon's cock. "Nice prick,"
he whispered as his fingers greased it. "Just push it in slowly, an' when
it's in all the way, just do yer thing."

Edward lay on his stomach, legs spread, and Simon positioned himself on
top, guiding his cock to the hole that Edward had thoughtfully revealed for
him by holding his arse cheeks apart.

Cock touched hole and Edward sighed happily, it had been so long since a
boy's cock had been in there he'd almost forgotten just how good it felt.

For Simon it was wonder mixed with amazement mixed with near disbelief. Two
weeks ago he had been untouched by human hand, then this guy had seduced
him, wanked him, sucked him and bedded him. Now he was going to get to fuck
him, actually shove his thirteen year old prick into a man's arse! All boys
dream of getting their first fuck, and now his dream was about to come
true. Ok it was a man's arse and not the cunt of some page three girl, but
what the fuck! It was somewhere for his cock to go and he wanted it!

He pushed.....nothing happened, it did not slip easily in as he had watched
Roy's do to Brian. He pushed again and still nothing. A hand, Edward's
reached down, grasping his cock and lining it up again, holding it while he
whispered, "Try again, now."

Simon did, pushing firmly and he felt the hole open a bit and the tip of
his young teen cock ease just a fraction inside. Just a fraction, but it
sent bolts of electricity through the boy as a sudden hotness surrounded
his cock tip.

"Oh fuck!" he breathed and pushed harder.

Something was stopping him from going in, and then, suddenly, it wasn't!
His cock head slid past an incredibly tight grip, tight, oh so tight, but
soft as well, soft and hot and wet. No, not wet, slippery; it was like
someone was pulling a greased, tight, hot sheath over his cock; and even
that wasn't quite right, because the hot sheath he was pushing into yielded
to his thrusts, opening to allow his cock in deeper. Not the incredibly
tight gripping ring though, that bit he had had to drive through at first;
that yielded, but it never opened, never relaxed its grip. Like an elastic
vice it gripped the head of his prick, slamming snapped tight once his
ridge was past it, gripping his shaft so that every millimetre of movement
inwards was almost painful, the grip was so tight.

There was another wonder as well; once his helmet was past the entrance,
through that tight steel elastic ring, it was as though his cock was pulled
in, sucked inside; it seemed as though he didn't even have to push and his
cock was all the way in, his pubes against the cheeks of the man's arse.

He eased back and pushed in again, slowly; the sensations that hot,
slippery sheath and the tight gripping ring were giving him were too
amazing to be wasted by fast, pumping movements. Amazing for his prick, and
amazing for his mind as well. If this was what fucking was like, Simon gave
silent thanks to the man under him for bringing him here so he could do it
now, do it at thirteen and not have to wait three more years as he would
have done in that other, real, unreal world.

Slowly Simon fucked Edward; long, full dick, slow fucks that made the man
under him moan with pleasure and Simon hiss and grunt with joy. Neither
heard themselves nor the other, they were both lost in the world of
fucking.

Brian and Roy watched, hot with lust, at the sight before them; Simon's
slender, white arse rising and falling as he withdrew and slid back in
deep. Roy's hand reached for Brian, finding hard teenage inches to feel and
fondle. He longed for the same to happen to him, but Brian never did
anything to anyone.

"Please," he begged in a whisper, but Brian denied him.

"Let me sit on you," he suggested, "Get it back inside me, then you can
play wiv me cock while you fuck me again."

He slithered up, Roy sitting, back against the wall behind the bed, and
then climbed across him, Roy's erect prick slipping easily inside the other
boy's still spunk leaking hole.

"Don't wank me," Brian instructed, "Mustn't make me spunk." Both boys knew
that wasting sperm was against the rules, and that if Brian was to orgasm
it would have to be in Roy's mouth.

"Let me know if it gets close," Roy whispered over his shoulder, "I'll
gobble it for the finish."

The boys, one with cock in his hole, the other with cock in his hand,
watched the long slow fucking in front of them with avid attention.

Simon had fucked him decently when the boy was sixteen, Edward recalled,
but this was something else. Most teens, faced with their first fuck,
naturally enough get carried away, pump fast, like demented rabbits and
spunk far too quickly. Simon did not, he kept his movements slow and long,
pausing when he felt the first stirrings of orgasm, allowing it to subside
before he started moving again.

Edward loved being fucked like that -- he loved being fucked, by boys that
is -- but being fucked slowly and thoroughly was best of all. He could feel
every bit of the boy's cock as it pushed into him, the slender, narrow tip,
the swell of the helmet and the sharp ridge behind it; the length of the
shaft, smooth but not smooth, almost ribbed as though the boy was wearing a
feeling enhancing condom, but all fucking here in Edward's world was done
naturally, uncovered cock entering unprotected hole, spunking freely inside
when the time came.

The time had to come, of course; however slowly Simon moved, however many
times he held his orgasm back, eventually it had to happen, and with a loud
grunt he pushed in as deep as he could, held still while his body
stiffened, his cock expanded and burst, and his sperm gushed from him,
filling the sheath ahead of it, around it and behind it as it oozed through
seemingly non-existent space.

"Now!" Brian said urgently, pulling himself of the prick that impaled him,
turning and thrusting himself towards Roy's already open and waiting mouth,
only just making it past lips before he squirted, filling boy mouth as man
arse had been filled.

It took time for Simon to recover; spunk squirted, he collapsed on the man
beneath him, heart pounding, and lungs searching for air. His wilting cock
had slipped from the hole it had been inside, a hole that now slowly leaked
spunk, Simon's spunk.

Coming down from his orgasmic high, he was worried, not worried that he, a
thirteen year old boy had just fucked a man, a man almost five times his
age, but that he hadn't done it properly. Was that how you were supposed to
fuck? Was that how it should be done? He'd thought it was amazing,
wonderful, but had it been any good for the man? Edward must have had
dozens and dozens of cocks inside him; did he think Simon was just a sad
little kid who didn't know how to fuck properly?

"Was it any good?" he whispered, so quietly that only Edward heard him.

Edward didn't answer; instead he shifted so Simon rolled from him and lay
beside, not on him. A hand went onto his back and eased him closer.

"Wonderful," Edward whispered back, "Just wonderful."

"Was it as good as when I was sixteen?" Simon wanted to know, the
anachronism in his question not even occurring to him.

"Better now, much, much better. But then, you'd fucked girls by then, so
you didn't know how to do arse properly; thought you had to do it the same
way."

"Really?" Simon felt something strange go right through him, and when he
realised the man's lips were close to his own, he opened his mouth so their
tongues could meet -- something he had never done in the six years he had
been with Edward in that other world.

"Fuckin' love birds," Brian scoffed, "Gone all gooey, just `cos he's had a
fuck."

Behind his back, Simon raised a hand, one finger extended, and the other
two boys collapsed in a fit of giggles.

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