Date: Wed, 03 Nov 1999 19:20:13 GMT
From: John Stevens <ashkey37@hotmail.com>
Subject: WRONG AGAIN

W R O N G   A G A I N !!

by John Stevens


Story Code/s: M/b


WARNING:

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy
and a man. If this is not to your tastes, or is illegal
wherever you live, please leave now, unless you wish
to be educated and/or have an open mind.

"To the pure, all things are puer"

No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no
rain-forests devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere. In
particular, no boy was hurt in any way.

This story is pure and total fiction and for entertainment purposes
only. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, is purely
coincidental

This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes:
except whether or not I can write an arousing story!
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Well, it's happened again - I've been lucky, but with the wrong boy! And
not, as I've implied, for the first time either. In fact, my very first
boy-friend was the friend of a boy I really fancied - when Jonathan
demanded that we went to bed together I think I upset him when, coming off
all over his belly, I called out Tony's name!

Then again, a few years ago I managed to pick up a boy in the Gents in
Greenwich Park! He was of some interest - after all, he had a nicely
pubescent cock which he rather enjoyed having sucked - but it was again
*his* best friend that I had been after. However, Rob soon introduced Peter
to our fun & games, but with my latest *Wrong-Boy*, I doubt if I shall ever
have the boy I want - not than I can complain - well, not all that much!

Let me explain.

Mark is a local boy I've been interested in since he was about 8 I
suppose and as he's grown up, he's become even more interesting! Now
13, I suppose I know all too well that he knows just what I'm after and has,
well, shall we say, less than no interest in fun & games with me! Pity for
he's really beautiful and there's a lot I could do for & to him! A couple of
years ago, he moved from junior school to the local all-boy comprehensive
- my old school. He travels there & back by train and perhaps once or twice
a week, from further back down the line, I get on the train he uses to go
home. It's always fun to see him and even more exciting when he's forced
by sheer numbers to sit/stand close to me although the way he frowns at
me confirms each time that he's definitely not interested.

He has of course made friends, almost entirely boys who are
completely unbedworthy, not unusual in this part of town. In fact, it seems
that most boys who live round here are rough/ugly/revolting beyond belief!
However, one of Mark's friends has always interested me and he's the
*wrong-boy* I've been successful with! Over the last few weeks, I'm more
than certain that Mark has been saying highly derogatory things about me
to his friends, who usually react with stupid giggles whenever I come
across them all - giggles a little more acceptable than Mark's hostile
glares.

But - you want to hear about the "wrong boy"!

Well, his name is Patrick and is in the same school year as Mark.  However,
his birthday must be early in the school year whereas Mark's is probably a
lot later. Now October, I guess that Patrick is already 14 whilst Mark may
not reach that age until next summer. Either way, Patrick is much taller
than Mark and certainly more physically mature. Like Mark, Patrick has
blond hair, but unlike his friend, he keeps it fairly long with a centre
parting, something I always find rather attractive. He's tall & slim and at
the moment, has puberty written all over his nose!

Friday last week, I was sitting on the train when they all boarded as
usual, Patrick ending up standing by the doors but leaning back against the
glass near to where I was sitting. I was able to inspect him closely for a
few minutes, my mind boggling at the blond hair at the back of his head,
turning from long head-hairs to soft fluffy down that disappeared into his
shirt collar. Delightful!

Mark though was clearly talking about me to his friends, looking even
more hostile than ever: I ignored him and on leaving the station walked on
ahead, sad that once more it had been confirmed that Mark wasn't
interested!

Next day, I was in a local shopping centre when I saw Patrick and when
we passed each other, he looked at me strangely! I didn't instantly realise
but it was a look of interest. I lost sight of him but a little later, when
boarding a bus to go home, I saw him again and, happily for me, as the bus
was already quite full, I was able to sit next to him. I was pleased but as
attractive as I've always found him, I was certain nothing could happen,
especially after all that Mark had presumably told him. Nervously glancing
at him from time to time, I spent the journey lost in an erotic fantasy over
what I'd like to do/with Patrick - happily, some of it came true!

Getting off, I hung around as I tried to see in which direction he walked,
as I had no idea at all where he actually lived. But he didn't seem to be
going anywhere, hanging around the local shops and glancing round to me
from time to time. I was increasingly intrigued, though I didn't quite
foresee just how things were going to develop.

Eventually, he started walking along towards a small triangular patch of
waste-ground which years ago the council had turned into a quite smart open
space. On the path through it was a bench and it was there that Patrick sat
down, glancing round to me and, I felt, almost willing me to stop and
accost him. Naturally, I wanted to do so, but in this day and age, I was
nervous of doing so. Nowadays, for a stranger even to look as if he might
be thinking of speaking to a boy, is to commit an offence, so I was
cautious!

No, I was very nervous almost scared! But, there was something in the
air and I was intrigued.

As I drew closer to Patrick, he looked up to me and nervously
whispered, "What's the time mister? Please." I stopped and told him, even
more nervous, but he had made the first move. "You gay Mister?" he
asked, initially sounding defiant, but then blushing.

"What if I am? What's it to you?" I was sure something was going to
happen - my heart was pounding in anticipation!

"I thought ... well," he looked more sure of himself, "Mark said you were
... always staring at him ... I thought ... " he couldn't finish his
sentence.

"Thought what?" I looked round, suspecting a trap, but it all looked
above board to me. If he were a set-up, then he would probably have had
more confidence than he was showing.

"I thought," again he hesitated but then, blushing even more deeply
added, "you know ... I thought ... well ... I think I might be gay ... as
well!"

"Are you?" I perched myself on the armrest of the bench, still looking
round for any potential problems.

Patrick nodded, "I think so ... I thought ... you know!"

"Maybe ... what are you really saying?" I was determined that he should
be quite specific about what he wanted, already sure though that he
wanted, in some way, some sort of sex with me.

"Are you gay though?" He sounded as if he really needed to know.

"Yes ... so?"

"Well," it was his turn to look round nervously, "I wanted to find out ...
do you think I might be gay?"

"How can I tell ... why do you think you are?"

"Because ... lots of reasons! Everyone at school talks about girls and
what they want to do ... an' it doesn't interest me ... I must be like you!"

"Possible I suppose ... have you ever done anything with other boys or
even with a man?" I arched my eyebrows, "You know!"

"Never! It's bad enough at school just looking at another boy ...
especially in the showers!" Patrick managed a rueful grin, "It'd be awful if
anyone found out!"

"Not like when I went there!" I told him, "We used to have lots of fun
with each other ... and most of my friends grew up straight ... they're
mostly
all married now!"

"Yeah ... but I don't know ... dunno why I'm telling you this ... I'd better
go I suppose!"

"Not yet ... just sit still a moment ... do you really want to talk about
it?  I'm all ears!"

"Ok ... you sure?" I nodded, "Great ... I've never met anyone who I
could tell."

"I know, it's difficult growing up ... especially if you feel you're
different to all your friends."

"Right!" Again he looked nervously all round: I was more relaxed by
then as I could tell he was genuine, all I now wanted was the chance to get
him naked for some fun & games.

"Anyway, I'm doing nothing now ... do you want to sit here an' talk?"

"You sure?"

"Course ... unless there was somewhere better to go."

"What? Do you wanna come back to my place?"

"Would that be possible?"

"Yeah ... could do ... no one'd be in." He looked a bit nervous again, "Do
you want to ... you know?"

"Do I want to what?" I was determined he should say it!

"Do something ... you know?" I looked blankly at him. "Sex ... with me!"
those last words an almost inaudible whisper.

"If you wanted to have some fun ... I'd enjoy it!"

"Dunno ... what do you want to do then?"

"Only things you'd enjoy!"

"Suppose we could," Patrick suddenly smiled, "I suppose I'd find out if I
was gay or not!"

"No you wouldn't! All you'd find out would be that having sex with
someone else is just that ... fun! Doesn't matter if you're gay or
straight!"

"But I wouldn't do it if I wasn't gay!"

"Oh yes you would ... or might! I told you, I used to do lots of things
with my friends when I was your age ... they're all straight now ... one
runs that pub over there with his wife and a few others all still live near
here ...  all as heterosexual as you might *or* might not be." I had given
him something to think about, but was sure that things were going to work
out well!

"Maybe ... do you want to come back to my place then?"

"If you want ... and if you only want to talk, then that's fine by me."

"Ok!" He smirked, "But we might ... you know ... might we?"

"If you want!" I stood up, "Come on then ... where do you live?"

"Up there!" He pointed over his shoulder to the steep hill, a mixed area
with some low-class council flats and some quite expensive large Victorian
houses. Judging by his clothes, he might live in either type of property -
tracksuits are worn by most boys who live around here!

"Better show me then!" We set off, inevitably falling silent as Patrick led
me to where he lived.

It turned out to be at the very top, overlooking the park, a large house
that had been turned into flats. His main door was on the side - he let me
in and ushered me up stairs, checking first though that his parents were
out as he had said they would be.

On the landing, he paused whilst I threw my jacket onto a chair, then after
a nervous look round to the various doors, led me into the lounge. I would
have preferred his bedroom, but knew that we'd be in there fairly soon! The
room, like all I'd seen so far was quite luxurious but as I've said, I
couldn't tell by the clothes he was wearing, what was the social standing
of his family. More important would be how intelligent he was, as I've
always found that the more intelligent a boy is, the more willing he is to
experiment.

The problem now though was what was I going to do with Patrick? On
the way I had managed to confirm his name, told him mine, but I hadn't
even asked how old he was.

"Well then? What do you want to do? We can just talk if you want ... or
maybe ... you know!"

He blushed, but gave a shy smile. "Dunno ... do you want to," he
hesitated, "what do you think we should do?"

"Well ... depends on you!" I told him with a smile, although internally my
heart was pounding and I was still rather nervous about the whole situation.

"What do gay men do then? You want to do it up my bum I suppose
don't you?"

"Whatever for?" Nice idea but perhaps not on his first time. Besides,
boys always think that *that* is all you want with them, the reason many are
scared to try some of the more interesting games I enjoy with boys!

"I thought ... you know ... isn't that what gay men do when they're
having sex?"

"Sometimes ... not always and not usually with boys your age."

"What then? We can I suppose ... as long as you don't hurt me!"

"That's the last thing I want!" Time to be bold - moving closer, I briefly
pressed the back of my hand against the front of his tracksuit trousers. No
chance to feel anything and of course, like most boys, his body almost
automatically moved away from me. "Stand still!" I told him smiling in
encouragement, "Don't you want some sexy fun then?"

"Suppose so!" He still looked very nervous.

"That's all I want Patrick ... just have some fun with you ... nothing that
night hurt ... it'll be better than wanking on your own!"

A happier grin from him. "Suppose so ... you gonna wank me off then?"

"If that's what you want ... I told you ... you're only a young boy so you,
*you* are in charge of what we do! It's all up to you!"

"Suppose so!" He was gradually realising that, now I had promised not
to bugger him (= hurt him to a boy his age), all might be well. "Do you want
to wank me off?"

"That ... and something even better ... you gonna wank me as well?"

"Ok!" He nodded slowly, "What else you gonna do then?"

"Think!" I brushed the back of my hand once more against his trousers,
Patrick standing still this time. So, I did it again, this time holding it
there a bit longer and pressing more firmly, feeling something of great
interest inside his clothes.

"Dunno!" Then enlightenment, "You mean you'll suck me off? Really?"

"If you want! All boys your age like that ... all men do as well!"

"Ok ... I feel like it now!"

"When did you last have a wank then?"

"In bed last night ... I do it every night usually!" He smirked, "And in the
morning and sometimes during the day as well!"

"Sounds usual for boys your age!" I turned my hand and moving slightly
began to grope his crutch a bit more seriously, not able to feel really what
he had, but happy enough to feel signs of some arousal. "Shall we go in
your bedroom? Better if we can lie down!"

"Ok ... come on!" He pushed my hand away and led me to his room.

Even though I was more interested in the sexy games we were going to enjoy,
I had a quick look round and my thoughts were confirmed. Most boys these
days have some girlie pictures up on their walls, but not Patrick.  There
was the usual array of footballers and other athletes, but no girls.
Perhaps he was right, perhaps he was gay - after all gay-men don't suddenly
appear from nowhere!

"You sure then? You want a wank Patrick?"

"Yeah ... an' what you said as well?" He blushed, shy of asking to be
sucked off, but of course, that was what I wanted most of all!

"Course ... you gonna wank me off as well?" He nodded shyly, "Ok ...
tell you what ... time to show me what you've got!"

"Ok." He moved back, obviously intending to pull his things down
himself.

"No! Let me!" I quickly had my hands on his hips as I stared into his
eyes, "Can I?"

"If you want!" I think that it was at that moment, that he gave in totally.
Patrick wanted to discover what sex with a man was like, but didn't know
what to do. He had therefore to be completely passive and just let me do
what I wanted.

"Ok ... stand still!" Grasping his trousers, I started to tug them down,
careful not to pull down whatever underwear he was wearing. With them round
his thighs, I let go, Patrick wiggling his hips to send them falling down
to his ankles. Revealed now were his underpants - or, rather, as I had
suspected, a pair of boxer-shorts, a most unexciting item of boy-clothing
that should be illegal!

There was no sign that he was even slightly erect inside them so, keen to
see what his dick was like in its flaccid state, I decided to pull his
things down quickly and have a good look! First though, I had to confirm
that he wanted me to continue. "Well then? Shall I carry on?" He nodded,
"Good!"  Before he could change his mind, I took hold of his shorts and
with one swift tug, pulled them down.

Grinning at him, I grasped Patrick's tracksuit top and the shirt he had on
under it and lifted them slightly revealing at last his genitals. Very nice
- very nice indeed. I suppose you want all the details!

His dick was perhaps a little longer than I would have expected, but at the
same time, much slimmer than most boy-cocks, one or two prominent veins,
but otherwise smooth skinned. Foreskin completely covering his glans,
coming to a reddish end - flesh not too pale, nice really! At the base he
had s small patch of hairs, like most blonds his age not that much really:
nicer still, they were not yet starting to curl up, still almost straight,
fluffy, delightful! Underneath, his balls were hanging freely in his quite
relaxed scrotum - not all that big I suppose, but big enough to making
sperm! Of course, the more I looked, the more I liked his equipment, but
then, I suppose that few pubescent cocks are uninteresting really!

"Very nice ... big boy!" All boys like to be complimented: in Patrick's
case, his dick was as I've said, a little longer than usual, but was
attractive in being so slim!

"Suppose so!" He managed a laugh, "About the same as me friends at
school ... you know ... in the showers!"

"Suppose so ... mustn't look too closely at them though!"

"Yeah ... I know!" He was quite sure of that!

Time to do something serious. "Right then ... can I?" Before Patrick
could reply, I had reached out and touched his cock with the back of two
fingers. He stood still so I did it again before turning my hand and
grasping
his flaccid penis with thumb & forefinger. I gave it a few shakes, squeezing
gently before cupping my fingers under his balls and giving a firmer
squeeze. "There ... that feels nice Patrick ... really sexy!"

"Yeah ... it's nice."

Staring into his eyes, I gently massaged him, surprised that nothing
seemed to be happening. Then, suddenly, I felt his dick starting to swell,
then my action rewarded with a sudden stiffening as it stood up ready for
action. Perhaps surprisingly, it didn't seem to grow much, merely
hardening, but - wow! - it really did get hard. What's more, it was warm,
sexy and just ripe for wanking and then sucking!

Releasing it, I looked down, very impressed with this hard boy-erection
standing up solidly from those lovely fluffy pubic hairs. His balls were now
more on show, bigger than I had earlier thought and clearly in great need of
being kissed!

"Right then ... let's try this!" Moving to his side, I slid my left arm
round his waist under his clothes and as I hugged him closer, I closed my
right hand round his dick, gently holding it before I started some slow
steady masturbation. "There ... how does that feel?"

"Nice ... feels nice!" Like all boys, Patrick suddenly discovered that
being wanked was much better than doing it yourself, the discovery that not
quite being in charge is really exciting! He relaxed against me,
increasingly content with what was happening.

"What about this?" I held him a bit more firmly and started to pull back
his rather tight foreskin. With a little difficulty, it slipped over his
purple glans - I released it and up it slid - another downwards tug and it
seemed more reluctant to cover that most sensitive part of his body.
Utterly fascinating and I could have just played with that soft fold of
flesh for ever.

"It's nice," he sighed, "you gonna wank me off then?"

"Course I am ... but there's no hurry ... tell you what, take the rest of
your things off ... it's always sexier doing it naked!"

"Ok!" He unzipped his tracksuit top and started to pull it off - obviously
finding it difficult though as I slowly rubbed his dick for him. That item
of clothing dropped behind him, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off
revealing his naked body. Once more I was impressed. He was very well-
shaped really, perhaps a little on the skinny side (to match his dick) but
with a nice flat belly and a delightful pair of tiny pointed nipples.

"Nice ... you've quite a body you know Patrick!" I told him as I held him
closer again, not for one moment though releasing his dick or ceasing the
slow wank I was administering to this prime specimen of boy-cock. He was
very warm and holding him to me like that was a treat in its own right!

"That's nice!" he sighed, "Feels really sexy Paul!"

"Course it does ... that's why I'm doing it! All *you* have to do now is to
enjoy being wanked." Once more, I had to impress on his mind that his
orgasms were the most important part of our fun: although I was badly in
need of one myself, I would have been happy enough simply to wank him
off!

"Keep on ... you're making me feel ... you know!"

"I know!" I tossed away, slowly & steadily, unaware really that he was
getting very worked up indeed! Suddenly, as he leaned more against me, he
sucked in his breath and, without any real warning, his cock suddenly
started to kick in my fingers. Then, as Patrick yelped loudly a thick spurt
of white shot from his cock - going a hell of way really!

Surprised at the suddenness of his orgasm, I worked carefully on him,
pleased with the two subsequent spurts of boy-sperm that shot out so
powerfully, again going a long way from his heaving body.

He moaned loudly, his cock jerking a couple more times, weaker now, the
spurts of sperm just going a little way, the last drops merely seeping out
and going all over my hand. I was very pleased but even more so, I was very
impressed by the distance his sperm had been shot. Even when I was his age,
I've never shot that far, even in competitive wanks I used to enjoy with
several friends at once!

"There's a good sexy boy ... was that nice?" I held him still, shaking his
dick to send those final dribbles of sperm falling to the floor - or
rather, into his clothing bunched round his ankles!

"Fucking hell!" He swore quietly, "You made me come quick ... that was
nice!" He managed a shy grin, "Really sexy!"

"Course it was ... you didn't half shoot a long way though!"

He looked over to his load, well spread out over the carpet. "Yeah ... I'll
have to clean that up though before me mum sees it!"

"Plenty of time for that ... does it usually go so far?"

"Dunno ... I usually do it in bed an' it sometimes lands on me neck!"

"Well ... you've done better than that this time!" I was still fondling his
erection, pleased that it wasn't losing any of its stiffness, a sure sign
that in a while, Patrick would be ready for his first blowjob.

"You did it nice ... this is fun isn't it?"

"Course it is ... being sexy's fun Patrick ... it's supposed to be fun,
that's why people do it, gay or straight!"

"Yeah ... but I'm gay like you ... an' doing this proves it!" He pushed my
hand from his dick and playfully wiggled it at me.

"No it doesn't ... I told you, it just proves you're a sexy boy ... like
most boys your age!" I held one arm round his warm body, now placing my
right hand on his flat belly.

"Maybe!" He looked seriously at me, "You really after Mark? He said
you've been eyeing him up for years!"

"Course ... he's a good-looking boy ... just like you!"

"Am I?" I nodded, "But you like my dick as well don't you?"

"Course I do ... that's why I just wanked it for you."

"Yeah ... thanks, it was great!" He looked more seriously at me, "Shall I
wank you off now?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah!" He grinned, "I've never done it before ... but I feel like doing it
to you, 'cos you just did me!"

"Ok ... great idea." Inside my clothes, my erection was very
uncomfortable and I couldn't wait to discover how good he might be at
mutual masturbation. First though, "Will it be safe? What about your
parents?"

"They've gone to a wedding ... won't be back until very late! Should be
no problem!"

"Good! Tell you what then, shall I undress as well?" Patrick nodded, so I
told him, "Get out of those things," I indicated his trousers and boxers
bunched up round his ankles, "and your trainers ... then I'll undress and we
can lie on your bed ... Ok?"

"Yeah ... let's!" He eased himself away from me and stooped down so that he
could get his clothes off over his ankles, finally able to remove his
trainers. Stepping away from his things he stood upright, proudly showing
off his naked body I felt, especially his now slightly less hard cock. It
was wet with his sperm and I wanted to bend down and lick it, but felt that
I could wait. However, I took the chance to lick his sperm from my fingers,
as satisfied as always when tasting fresh boy-cream!

"Very nice ... what a superb body you've got Patrick!" Flattery, but really
quite true - a very shapely boy-body on which to feast my eyes.

"Really?" He didn't quite believe me, but smiled when I nodded in
confirmation. "Ok ... your turn then ... why don't you undress?"

"Well ... after you've," I moved closer and grasping his hand, pulled it to
the front of my trousers, "done this!"

Patrick didn't hesitate and with a broad smirk, started to explore. "Feels
nice ... I must be gay doing this to you ... it's fun!"

"Keep telling you ... most intelligent boys like having fun ... with their
friends or with a man like me ... doesn't mean they're gay!"

"Maybe ... but I am gay!" He laughed happily, "This is nice ... your dick's
really hard!"

"So's yours!" I reached out and grasped him - lovely!

"Show me then!" He demanded but without letting go of my trousers or
removing my hand from his own erection.

Happy to do so, I began to undo my trousers, Patrick still continuing to
try to feel me through my clothes. Somehow, I managed to pull them down
out of the way. Then as I held my shirt out of the way I told him, "Go on
then ... have a feel."

He smirked as he carefully closed his hand over the bulge in my pants
and gave a gentle squeeze. "That feels nice ... can I see it?"

"Up to you ... pull my pants down and it's all yours!" I looked him straight
in the eye, "Go on then ... your turn!"

"Ok!" His eyes lit up but were quickly lowered so that he could watch
what he was about to do. Grasping the sides of my pants, he tugged them
down slightly - I jerked my hips backwards so that my cock wasn't bent
downwards too much, then, as he pulled downwards again, my erection
suddenly stood up freely. I think he was impressed!

"That looks nice!" He whispered looking at me briefly, blushing but
looking back to my dick.

"Go on then ... hold it!" I grasped his hand as I moved slightly closer
and placed it on my erection, Patrick cautiously closing his fingers round
me. He fumbled as he did so, but as I turned slightly sideways to him, he
was able to hold me properly, now grinning wickedly at me as he started to
masturbate me. "That's nice ... go on then ... show me how good you are at
wanking!"

"This is fun!" He smiled happily, "I like your dick Paul ... it's lovely!"

"So's yours!"

"This is the first time I've ever done this ... am I doing it right?"

"Course you are!"

"Great!"

"Let me get my things off though!" Letting him continue his increasingly
exciting wank, I started to undo my shirt, quickly throwing it aside. Now, I
removed his hand from my dick. "Lie down whilst I get these things off!"

Patrick understood and threw himself onto his bed, grinning at me as he
watched me stooping down to take off my shoes so that I could remove
trousers & pants completely. Like most boys in such a situation, his hand
closed round his cock, idly stroking it as he continued to watch me. As
always, the sight of a boy masturbating made me feel even more excited
and I was increasingly keen then to have him wank me off after which I was
going to suck his dick and get a mouthful of warm boy-sperm!

Naked, I knelt on the edge of the bed. "Well? What do you think?" I
asked as I rather proudly showed off my equipment to his inquisitive gaze.

"It's nice," he sighed, "I told you I liked men ... your dick's really
sexy!"

"Not as nice as this!" As I spoke, I reached down and closed my hand
over his genitals, holding him there as I turned and lay down on my side
facing him. "Come here ... move closer."

Somehow Patrick understood and turning onto his side slightly moved
closer to me, giggling as he realised what I wanted but more than happy to
rub his dick against mine. "Well? Do you like doing this?" I asked as I
placed my arm round him, gently pulling his slim body even closer to mine.

"Mmmm!" he sighed, "This is fun!" I was happy that despite his rather
spectacular orgasm he was still in the mood for sex, Patrick obviously
needing to experience as much as he could during his first session of
homosexual sex!

"That's why people have sex together ... gay or straight!" I was still
trying to put a neutral position to him, although by then I was as convinced
as he was that Patrick was gay!

"Suppose so ... I didn't know it'd be like this!"

"Course you didn't ... that's one thing your parents or teachers never
really tell you! That's why your friends like Mark are scared to try it ...
they just don't know how much fun it actually is!" I was sliding my hand
onto his bottom, as always unable to leave that part of a boy-partner's
body alone!  Patrick stiffened slightly, but then relaxed as I started to
caress him there - he was still obviously scared of being buggered but
that's an act I don't worry too much about: I'm quite content to wait for
the boy to suggest it and many eventually do!

"Roll over!" I whispered as I tried to ease him onto his back. Usually I
like my boys lying on to of me, but Patrick was big enough for me to be on
top of him. He accepted that grinning up at me when I lifted my head and
pressed my erection even harder against his. "Ok?"

"Yeah! I like this ... you're nice!" Tentatively, he closed his arms round
me, even more cautiously starting to do what I had done to him, even
gently rubbing a hand over my buttocks. That caused a shiver of delight to
course through my body, I love being stroked there as much as most boys
I've ever had sex with!

For a while, we simply lay on his bed, rolling about to change position,
either me on top of him, or his soft weight pressing down on me. My hands
were all over him as I relished the warm smoothness of his young body:
Patrick's actions that way became gradually more adventurous as he
discovered that actually doing something to his partner was better than just
being passive!

However, all this was making me increasingly worked up so I eventually
eased him off me, grasped his hand and pulled it to my dick. "Your turn
now ... show me how good you are at wanking!"

"Yeah!" He almost growled, by then obviously keen to give me a wank.

So, we moved slightly on his bed so that he was in a better position,
Patrick half sitting up by me so that he could both work on me more
comfortably whilst watching closely what he was doing - and the eventual
result! "That's great ... do it a bit faster... hold me a little further
up!" Patrick did as asked, smirking briefly at me before staring back to
the task in hand.  He really was good - but then I suppose, most boys
are. All boys wank in a slightly different manner and when they try it out
on someone else, it's bound to be exciting for the man or boy on the
receiving end!

"This is fun ... you gonna spunk up quick?"

"Probably ... keep on, you're great!"

"Am I?" He smiled, "Bet you shoot more than me!"

"Probably ... it won't go as far as you shot though!" I slumped back, my
tension increasing rapidly as he tossed away. He may never have done it
before, but he was experienced enough with his own dick to know what to do
- or he had a natural talent for mutual masturbation! Either way, it didn't
take much of his highly lascivious wanking for him to bring me off.

Unable to restrain myself, I moaned loudly as my cock started to jerk in
his hand. I didn't shoot as far as he had, but the first squirt of sperm
landed on my neck, the rest covering me from chest downwards! Patrick
somehow knew what to do, continuing to rub me but slowly, trying to squeeze
out all I had, treating me in an amazingly sexy manner for a boy who'd
never done anything like this before.

"Wow! Wicked!" came his whispered comment, "Sexy!" He was impressed by what
he was seeing, but also very proud of what he had been able to do to/for
me!

"Slow down!" I managed to whisper as I grasped his wrist.

"Wicked!" he sighed once more as he now just held my now still cock.

My tension slowly ebbed away and I relaxed back on his bed. It had been
really exciting and all I wanted to do now was to hug him close and kiss
him. I couldn't do that though so when finally quite still, I simply smiled
at him as I removed his hand from my dick. "That was really good Patrick
...  really sexy! Where did you learn to wank like that?"

"Just on me dick!" He sniggered, "I told you ... I sometimes do it three
times a day!"

"Bet you do ... and make a mess everywhere!"

"Not as much as you've made!" He sat up and looked down at my really
messy body. "Do you usually shoot that much? I never do!" Although what
he'd produced earlier had been more than most boys his age produce!

"Depends ... you wanked me so sexily though!" Finally, I succumbed, "Come
here and let me do this!" I reached to him and somehow managed to pull him
close. At first, he resisted - being as old as he is, he was strong enough
to do so, but I held him tightly, Patrick suddenly relaxing and rolling on
top of me as I wanted.

"You're messy ... it's going all over me!"

"Doesn't matter ... it's only sperm ... it's just sexy isn't it?"

"Suppose so." He wriggled about on me, shuddering happily when my
hands closed over his warm little buttocks.

"This is nice!" Patrick told me, looking down quite seriously, "I told you
I was gay Paul, an', I know what you said, but this is really lovely
... not just wanking," he blushed, "you know ... just being like this!"

"That's why we're doing it!" I told him once more. "Anyway, who cares? I
don't care if you're gay or straight ... all that matters is that we're both
enjoying it."

"Suppose so!" He relaxed more on me and rested his head on my shoulder.
"It's fun being gay isn't it!"

"If you say so!" I held him to me, one hand stroking his back, the other
his warm bottom. Between us, my spread out sperm dried slowly, almost
gluing us together. But Patrick was happy enough for that and as far as I
was concerned, he could wriggle about on top of me for as long as he
wanted! I wanted to kiss him, something he'd probably accept, but I was
nervous of showing such a sign of affection. So instead, I just cuddled him
as he lay there enjoying the warmth of our embrace.

Gradually, I felt that he was working his body against me a lot more
urgently so, as lovely as it would have been to let him come off against me,
I decided it was time to teach him the joys of a blowjob so that I could
savour his warm boy-cream as he shot it down my throat

Gently easing him off of me, I rolled onto my side. Then, staring into his
eyes (what a magical blue colour they were), I whispered, "Well? Do you
want me to suck you off now? Can I?"

"Yeah!" he growled. Then smiling, he asked, "Do you want to do it to
me? Really?"

"Course I do ... it's the best thing I could do for a boy like you Patrick."

" Ok ... try it!" He smirked, "I've always wondered what it'd be like!"

"My pleasure!" I smiled. "I want to make this the best you've ever
spunked up!" I told him as I started to move down his bed.

With my head hovering above his genitals, I took another chance to
impress on my mind the beauty of his penis as it stuck up from his sparse
pubic hairs. Utterly lovely, but now, I wasn't going to waste time enjoying
the view! With two fingers I held his erection in a more vertical position,
then, moving my face closer I pulled his foreskin right back, able then to
play the tip of my tongue round the sensitive tip of his dick.

Patrick whimpered, wriggling about under me as his hips lifted slightly
from the bed. Sensing that he was now quite aroused, I didn't waste time
so, opening my mouth, I took him between my lips. There was another loud
whimper from him, another thrust upwards from his hips - the ideal
responses to what I was already doing. So I set to work on his lovely hot
dick, sucking and licking all round as I masturbated him with my lips. I
was sure this couldn't last long and sooner than I would have liked, I was
going to have a mouthful! In the mean time though, I could just enjoy what
I was doing, well pleased by Patrick's responses to it all. My hands were
not idle, gently stroking the inside of his thighs, tickling his balls or
playing over his pubic curls - although thumb & forefinger of my right hand
were soon slowly masturbating the base of his cock. Never before have I put
so much effort into giving a boy pleasure - and I was soon going to be
rewarded for my efforts, Patrick couldn't last long I was sure of that!

I felt his tension rising dramatically then, his body started to push his
cock urgently up into my mouth, a few firm thrusts then, as I heard him yelp
loudly, his cock went harder between my lips as it started to throb.

His warm load shot onto my tongue - tasty wasn't the word! Then another
spurt, then a third, the throbs in his dick quickly dying as the last tasty
drops of his cream oozed out into my mouth. He was panting noisily, making
strange noises and wildly moving about on his bed: if Patrick had enjoyed
the wank I'd given him, he was certainly enjoying his first blowjob even
more so - but then, all boys do!

I savoured it all, swallowing hard as I continued to work on him, my
head now still, although my tongue was still playing round his sensitive
glans as I sucked out all that he had. It was wonderful for me, but more
importantly, Patrick was almost delirious with pleasure.

Too soon than I would have wanted, I lifted my head from his cock,
opening my eyes so that I could inspect what I had just sucked. Patrick's
dick was quivering with each heart beat - wet with my saliva and his
creamy sperm, a final cloudy droplet of which oozed from that tiny hole in
the tip as his foreskin slid up to cover most of his glans. Utterly
delightful!

Licking my lips, I sat up and smiled at my new friend, Patrick still looking
delightfully lost in the fading pleasure of his orgasm. Gently stroking his
thigh, I waited for him to open his eyes. "Well? How was that? Like it?" Of
course he did, I could see that well enough!

"Wow!" Patrick, like most boys, couldn't really answer. "That was
amazing ... I didn't know it'd feel like that!"

"Well ... now you know why men like having it done to them ... or sexy
boys like you!" I slid up the bed and swung round so that I was lying by his
side once more, Patrick rolling onto his side to face me.

"Suppose so!" He smiled happily. "I'm glad you came back here Paul ...
it's been great!"

"Course it has ... great for me as well!"

"Yeah!" He smiled happily, "I still think I'm gay though!"

"Maybe!" I finally conceded, "Doesn't matter really, ... who cares?"

" I do!" Patrick looked serious once more, "Do you want to see me again
then Paul?"

"Of course I do ... whenever you want to see me!"

"An' suck my dick again?" He looked anxious - a usual response to
boys who've just been sucked off and are already keenly looking forward to
their next blowjob!

"Lots of times!" It was a heaven sent offer and I knew that Patrick's dick
was going to get used to having my mouth round it! However, as he rolled
onto his back, I could see that his beautiful young penis was fast losing
its stiffness! After all, he'd enjoyed two orgasms in less than an hour, it
wasn't surprising that his body was losing interest in sex.

"When do you want to see me again then?"

"Well ... what about next Saturday? We could meet in the afternoon ...
you could come back to my place if your parents were home."

"Can I? Really?" He still wasn't convinced I actually wanted to see him
again!

"Of course ... I can't wait until then!" I reached for his almost flaccid,
skinny looking dick and gave it a fond squeeze.

He allowed that for a moment, but then pushed my hand away. "Sex
mad man!" Patrick simpered, suddenly sounding very girlish!

"Just like the sex mad boy whose lovely dick's just given me a special
drink - a really special drink!"

Patrick giggled, "An' it will next time as well!"

"Well ... it'll give you a week to think about it Patrick. By tomorrow you
might just decide that you don't want to see me again ... a pity 'cos I like
you!" I smiled, "An' we could have a lot of fun together if that's what you
wanted! But, it would be up to you ... Ok?"

"Ok!" He understood, suddenly looking rather thoughtful.

"And if you don't want to see me ... that's your decision. Anyway, I
promise I'll not speak to you in the street or on the train when you're with
your friends."

Patrick nodded, "Yeah! That'd be best ... I don't want them to know I'm
gay ... especially Mark!"

I couldn't repeat myself, as convinced by then as he was of his
homosexuality! "Fine ... tell you what, next Saturday I'll meet you say
about half one?" He nodded, "On the bench where you stopped me?" Another
nod. "Good! I can't wait until then!"

"Nor me!" He rolled away, then stood up by the bed, "We'd better get
dressed now." Sadly, I understood and so copied him as he started to pull
on his clothes. Sex was over - but only for that afternoon.

"Better do something about all that!" Dressed, I pointed to the amazing
amount of his spunk soaking into the carpet. It was a dark magenta colour
and his white of his sperm was very obvious!

"Don't worry ... I'll clean it up!" He smirked, "Better when it goes
straight into your mouth though!"

Patrick led me out of his bedroom and downstairs where, before he
could open the door, I slid my arms round him and gave him a fond hug,
only just about able to stop myself from kissing him. "See you next
Saturday then ... an' if you don't want to ... that's up to you!"

"I'll be there - half past one!" he was quite convinced of that.

"Bye for now then!"

He let me out and I wandered off down the hill towards my own flat,
dazed by what had happened with the *wrong boy*!

=======

Just one thing - that all happened last Saturday, today is Wednesday -
on Sunday, I went out late morning to buy a bottle of wine for lunch when I
spotted Patrick sitting on the bench in the open space. I was, after my
promise, nervous of approaching him, but he waved so I went to join him.

"Hi!" He was quite effusive in his greeting although he nervously looked
around in case one of his school-friends saw us. Patrick then explained that
he'd been thinking about all that we'd done the previous day and he was
sure he wanted to see me again, once more insisting that he was gay!

Saturday was too long to wait he'd decided and could we meet after
school on Wednesday as he got off an hour earlier on that day - something
I was well aware of.

It's now two o'clock - I'm just finishing this account before getting ready
for our meeting! I'm quite sure this will become a regular thing - what
will be fascinating to find out is how long before he sucks me off and how
long before he offers his bum? I give him a month at the most!

Patrick may be "The Wrong Boy" but - well, who cares? There's nothing
wrong about him, nor the beauty of his dick and there's certainly nothing
wrong in what we've so far enjoyed together or might do in the future!


THE END

October 1998