Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2012 22:39:22 +0100
From: Edgar Getting <edgargetting@googlemail.com>
Subject: Your Little Favourite 2

This is the continuation of a story that contains sex between a man and a
boy of 10, as well as sex between boys of 10 and 11.  Don't read it if
that's not your thing.  The story is a work of fiction.  I understand the
difference between fantasy and reality and have no intention of blurring
that boundary.

xxxxx

You doze into wakefulness only half aware of what happened last night, but
fully cognisant of the fact that you have a naked 10 year old curled up in
your arms.  You have a slight moment of panic at the strangeness of this
situation, but this lasts only a second or two until your sleepy brain
clicks on and you remember all that happened.

While you rewind through the incredible memories, you take the opportunity
to admire and once more explore Jake's body.  You're both cosily tucked up
under the duvet so this is done primarily by touch and by smell.

His body, so slim and warm, seems both fragile and secure as he lies here.
His skin is silky and unblemished, and his scent is warm and musky, with a
very slight tang of sweat.  You resist the urge to lick the back of his
neck as this would probably wake him.

You roam your hands over every accessible inch, feeling the bumps of his
spine, the curve of his bum, the wrinkles of his scrotum, all with a
feather-light touch that won't disturb his sleep.

You settle back and doze a little longer, waiting for Jake to wake up, and
wonder whether there'll be any awkwardness this morning, whether he'll be
embarrassed at what's happened.  When boys get worked up into a sexy haze,
it's almost like they're inebriated, losing their inhibitions and doing
things they'd never normally consider.  You start to feel disappointment
that the blissful moments of last night have already past.

Come on Wilson, snap out of it.  He's not even awake yet, stop with the
mawkishness.

Your fears were misplaced.  As soon as he wakes, he makes a little
kittenish noise at the back of his throat and rolls to face you, smiling
and snuggling in close, kissing you once on the cheek before dozing off
again.

This is what you like best when you're in a relationship – these
alarm-clock-less mornings of comfortable dozing in your partner's arms,
warm and cosy the morning after vigorous lovemaking.  To be able to share
this moment with Jake is a glorious privilege.

Gradually you both become more awake, and Jake signals the start of the
morning's lovemaking by rubbing himself against you.  He drops down to your
groin and begins a nuzzling, nibbling blow job, while spinning his body
around so that you can return the favour.

Being shorter than you, it is in fact Jake's bum that is most accessible,
so you wank him while you explore his crack, rubbing and licking, getting
him used to the sensations before you put anything in.  He's enjoying this
stage, at least, which is a good sign for what's to come.

You can just reach his dick with your mouth, so you run your tongue down
the back of his scrotum and suck his hard little prick, to make sure he's
as hot as he can get, then back round to his arse.

You lick a finger and slide it into his hole.  Past the first knuckle is no
problem, slight resistance over the second, and then it's all the way in.
You curl your finger rhythmically, finding his prostate and rubbing it, and
then move your mouth back round onto his dick.

The sensations of this combined finger-fuck and blow job must be pretty
intense for him, because he loses concentration and stops sucking your dick
for a while, giving high-pitched breathy exhalations that make you think
he's about to cum.  It pleases you to see how much pleasure he's getting
from his bum – it's a good omen that he'll enjoy being fucked, too.

He lasts a surprisingly long time, the noises gradually rising until he's
making a hell of a racket (just hope these walls are sound proofed), and
then suddenly, at the moment of orgasm, he goes completely quiet and just
holds your head in place, his body perfectly still, his stiffy vibrating
hard on your tongue.

After a few seconds of wide-eyed silence, he says, "Oh my God, Mr Wilson,
that was the best ever!"

You want to say "The best is yet to come", but it's too cheesy even for
you, so you settle for "Glad you liked it."

He starts sucking you again, and after making sure you're completely erect,
he asks "Are you going to fuck me now?"

You do your best to play the responsible adult, and tell him that while
you'd love to, it's something that needs working up to, it might hurt the
first time, blah blah blah.

With a cocky look, he says "Don't worry, I can take it."

All of a sudden, last night's terror that someone has had him before you
returns.  Who?  Who's sullied your boy?  Who's dared to pollute this angel
with their filthy lusts?  And then comes the smacking reality of this
hypocrisy, which you do your best to ignore.

All that flashes through in a fraction of a second, during which you
maintain your composure and ask "How do you know?  Have you done it
before?"

He suddenly blushes hard, looks away, and says "No".

He's been told to say that.  Some motherfucker has raped him and sworn him
to secrecy.  You vow a swift and bloody vengeance.

"It's alright," you tell him, "I don't mind."  Lies.  All lies.  "It's just
useful to know.  It might change how we go about things, that's all."

He looks up, suspiciously.  "How do you mean?"

"Well, it hurts lots of people their first time, so it's best to open them
up a little.  Back at home, I've got some dildos that..."

He interrupts: "What's a dildo?"

So he's not completely debauched then.  "A fake dick.  They come in
different sizes, so we can start small and work up to full size."

You let that sink in a little, and then continue, "So if I knew it was
going to be your first time, I'd say, perhaps let's wait until another day,
when we can do it properly, use the dildos and make sure you don't get
hurt.  But if I knew you'd done it before, we wouldn't need to worry so
much and we could do it right now."

And there you sit, conflicted, hating yourself for this cynical
manipulation, but at the same time praying that his desire to be fucked
today will outweigh his shyness in telling you what he's done.

You can almost see the gears clicking as he thinks it over.  Eventually he
says, not looking at you, "I have done it before."

Fucking knew it.

"Could you tell me who with?"

He shakes his head and looks slightly scared.

Teacher mode switches on.  Your own desires have now genuinely taken a back
seat while you see this through.  Because if someone's forced him to do
things against his will, you'll see to it that they are put behind bars.
Simple as that.  The difficult thing is keeping a cool head while you
investigate.

Eventually he feeds you enough information to satisfy you, but keeps all
the gory details close to his chest.  The important points are that he
wasn't forced, he enjoyed it, and he wasn't threatened in order to stay
quiet.  So aside from the nagging feeling that you've come in second best
to some mystery paedo, you are content to carry on.

But if you're honest, the moment has passed now, neither of you are horny
any more, so you decide you should probably just have a shower and go for
some breakfast.

xxxxx

On the way downstairs, Jake reminds you that you'd agreed to meet those two
gay boys and their families for breakfast.  In a way, you're thankful for
an interruption to what could have been an awkward conversation with Jake,
and when you get down, you're especially glad.  You hadn't really noticed
that much yesterday, as you were so wrapped up in Jake, but actually these
boys are both pretty little things.

Rees is the more overtly camp of the two, you can tell just from hearing
one word from him that he's gay.  He's 11, a year older than Jake, quite
tall, and surprisingly stockily built for someone who has such effeminate
mannerisms.  He has short mousy hair gelled up into a little quiff, and a
strong bone structure softened slightly by a little bit of puppy fat on his
cheeks.  This combination of strength and slight chubbiness gives him the
most incredible fleshy arse, the kind you just want to nudge so that you
can see it wobble.

With Max, you don't get the same obvious realisation that he's gay, and
plenty of people wouldn't have picked up on it.  But after a conversation
with him, and especially seeing the way he interacts with Rees and Jake,
you're pretty certain.  He's also 11, but shorter than Jake, and even
skinnier.  He's got long, dark brown hair and a habit of flicking his head
to get it out of his eyes.  He's got a cute little upturned nose with a
smattering of freckles, and an almost constant look of expectation that
drives you wild.  You'd love to see him with that expectant look as he
waits to suck your cock.  It's hard to see Max's bum because he's so skinny
and his clothes are a little baggy, but you imagine it's not far different
from Jake's.

The boys of course sit next to each other and stuff themselves from the
buffet, leaving you to make conversation with the three dads.  They seem
surprised that you're Jake's teacher and not his dad.  It annoys you that
you have to make excuses for his mum.

When they've finished, the boys head outside to play in the snow again, and
through the window you can see an excited whispered conversation and lots
of pointing in your direction.  Childhood allegiances are made incredibly
quickly, and it worries you what Jake might be disclosing to these perfect
strangers.  Then you're annoyed again that he'll happily tell randoms what
he's done with you, but won't tell you what he's done with someone else.

Cool it Wilson, they could be talking about anything.

You calm yourself down again, and out of habit start imagining what those
three pretties would look like having sex together.  Who'd be in charge?
Rees is the natural leader by the looks of things, but if Jake's got
first-hand experience, maybe he'd have the upper hand?  Or would he just
make suggestions and Rees would give out the orders?  Either way, skinny
little Max would get his arse fucked and no mistake.

Don't stare, Wilson.

All of a sudden, all three come back inside and dash straight past the
table to the toilets.  There's muffled giggling and you know they're up to
something.  You have a premonition that it's something sexy, so having
feigned not noticing them pass and waiting an appropriate length of time,
you get up and follow.

Someone is just leaving the gents as you go in, so if you're lucky they'll
register one door-slam and think they're alone.  All three are in one
cubicle – you can see six feet quite clearly under the door.  As quietly
as possible, you take the cubicle next to them and lock it.  You've noticed
no change in the level of whispering, so hopefully that means they don't
know you're there.

The whispering is so quiet it's hard to make out what's being said, but
every now and then a word or a phrase or a giggle rises enough to be made
out.  But what you do hear very clearly is three zips being undone,
followed by rustling and giggling.  Show and tell, by the sounds of it.

The rustling continues for a few minutes, and you're left to wonder whether
they're wanking themselves or each other.  Then through the little gap at
the bottom of the dividing wall, you see someone kneel down, and you
recognise Jake's trousers.  You hear a gasp, a "shh!", and then the
unmistakable sound of fellatio.

You're desperate to look over dividing wall, but don't dare because there's
no way you could do it without being spotted.  And unfortunately this hotel
is too high-class to have glory holes.  So you have to make do with
visualising it from sounds alone.

After a few minutes, the noise levels increase a bit, as – hang on, you
haven't identified the fellatee yet – if you crouch (don't click, knee,
don't click!) – whose were those trainers?  Rees's, I think – the
taller, camper boy.  So, the noise levels increase a bit as Rees starts to
enjoy himself, and Max nervously shushes him every now and then.

The toilet door swings open and someone walks in, and immediately all sound
from the three boys ceases.  Four pairs of ears listen to every drip as the
man urinates, fails to wash his hands and leaves.  There's an audible sigh
of relief, and then Rees whispers "Max, you have a turn now".  Without
visuals, you don't immediately know whether he means a turn sucking, or a
turn being sucked, but as neither Jake nor Rees has moved from their
positions, it looks like Max has declined.

Jesus, Max.  Do you realise the situation you're in?  How often in your
life do you think you get offered an oral three-way with two of the cutest
preteens imaginable?  How many times through your adolescence will you look
back on this day and wish with every fibre of your being that you hadn't
chickened out?  Man up, Max.

But he doesn't.

It doesn't take much longer for Rees to cum. (Can he squirt yet?  You guess
not, but it wouldn't be unheard of.)  It's a good thing no-one else comes
in at that moment because he'd have a hard time keeping quiet.  Jake has a
talented mouth.

There's more rustling as Rees and Jake swap places, and then that sticky,
squelchy sound starts up again.  You have your own dick out but are wanking
very slowly in order not to make any noise.

My God why don't you have some method of recording this.  You don't have an
iPhone, but you wonder whether it would be possible to video unseen over
the cubicle stall with such a device.  You make a mental note to buy one at
the earliest opportunity.

There's another interruption as someone else comes into the toilets (this
one does wash his hands), and it's like the danger excites Jake, because
almost before the door shuts behind the intruder, he's banging away rapidly
into Rees's mouth and cumming in seconds.  He's even louder than Rees was,
which makes Max nervous again.

But post-cum, the boys are less careful about sound, so you can make out
most of the conversation, which seems to revolve around little Max's
un-tended stiffy.

Rees is being the boss again: "You can't go back out with it like that!
Why don't you let one of us suck it for you?"

Jake adds, "It feels really good, I promise."

There's a slight pause, and you imagine Max shrugs his shoulders.  "I just
don't wanna."

"Even if you don't have to suck us back?"

"I'll just wank it.  But you have to go, I don't want to wank it in front
of you two."

Giggles.  "OK, whatever.  C'mon, Jake, let's go.  Have fun!"

At this, Rees and Jake leave, and then, after a few seconds, you hear Max
moving in the cubicle.  He kneels down facing the toilet (miming sucking,
perhaps?), there's more rustling, and then the sound of him furiously
beating off.  He climaxes amazingly quickly – he must have been so
turned on by watching the little show.

When he's done, Max spends an unusually long time washing his hands before
heading back.  After he's gone, you move into the boys' cubicle.  A quick
check on the floor shows no spunk – either Max caught anything he
produced, or more likely, he's not making anything yet.  Certainly to look
at him, so small and slight, you wouldn't guess that he could spunk.  You
copy what you guess Max was doing, kneeling to mime sucking each boy, and
then stand to mime being sucked, but just as you start wanking in earnest,
some fucker comes in and sits in the stall next to you, and you know you
can't finish with them there.

Still no cum this morning then.  When you do finally get the chance, it's
gonna make holes in the wall.

As you make your way back to the restaurant, you muse over the completely
different reaction you had to the prospect of Jake getting sexy with boys
his own age, as opposed to doing it with an adult.  Honestly, it's hard to
find a logical reason for your different reactions to the two situations,
assuming you believe that Jake enjoyed his encounter with a man.  But
still, you are unable to shift the feeling that one is incredibly hot, and
the other is distinctly disturbing.

You find the group watching a rolling news channel, which says that it's
going to take most of the morning to clear the motorways of snow, so it
looks like you've got a few hours to kill.  You decide to head up to the
rooms to clean teeth and stuff, before meeting back downstairs in an hour
or so.

xxxxx

Once you cross the threshold of your room, Jake is super excited, obviously
dying to tell you about his toilet escapades, but not sure if he should.
You strip him naked and almost throw him down onto the bed, before sucking
hard on his dick for a few moments.  When he's back up to full excitement,
you nuzzle up his torso to his mouth, and then ask, "So who's better at
sucking, me or Rees?"

Shock.  "Oh my God!  How did you know?"

You tell him how, reassure him that you think it's hot, and he settles in
to tell you all about it, while you continue to play with each other's
cocks.  You're especially keen to hear how the boys compare in dick size,
so that you can more fully imagine the situation.

From what Jake tells you, it sounds like Rees is a little further towards
puberty, but only in the very earliest stages.  Jake demonstrates with his
fingers that he's somewhere about three or four inches long, and quite a
bit fatter around than Jake.  Also he's got his very first pubes – all
six of them (Jake counted!), and claimed to be able to make a tiny bit of
spunk, although Jake didn't see this.  Rees came so suddenly that anything
he did make went into Jake's mouth before he could do anything about it.
Max has a dick a tiny bit shorter than Rees's, but only as thick as Jakes.
He doesn't have any pubes yet, and Jake doesn't think he can make any
sperm.

You ask why Max didn't want to join in with the sucking, but Jake just
shrugs and says "Just nervous, I guess."

You decide to push your luck, and ask why he doesn't mind telling you about
these boys, but won't tell you anything about the man he slept with.  But
for Jake, the answer is simple: "I said I wouldn't ever tell anyone."

You leave it, flip him over, and clamp your mouth onto his bum.
Determined, finally, to take this skinny bum that you've been fantasizing
about for so long.  In some ways it's better to have been made to wait, to
have been twice foiled from cumming this morning so that the final act is
even sweeter.

He's kneeling with his head down on the mattress, pushing his wonderful
little hole up to greet you.  His buttocks feel perfectly smooth and round
as you run your fingers over them; his hole is neat and clean and quivers
as you trail your tongue up and down his crack.

You stand to shuck off your clothes, and remembering seeing a sachet of
hand cream in the bathroom, retrieve it to use as lubrication.  You lube a
finger, which slides in easily, and coat his dick so that you can
masturbate him while you open him up.  Need to keep him pleasured while you
take yours.

After rubbing his prostate and penis for a little while, you slide in
another finger, twisting and turning them round to make sure the sphincter
is suitably stretched.  He feels sufficiently tight, despite having had an
adult cock in him before, but not so tight that it would hurt either you or
him.

You lube your cock, and move closer so that it rests in his crack, and
thrust gently up and down, rubbing over his hole and pulling on his dick.

He turns to you and smiles, and says, "I'm ready Mr Wilson.  I want you in
me."

That's all you need.  You line up, guiding with one hand and push gently
in.  He breathes in sharply, and moans as you continue to push right in, as
far as you'll go.

"Mmm, that feels nice!  But just hold it a minute before you start, OK?"

"Anything you want, Jakey.  Just let me know if it hurts and I'll stop,
OK?"

"Mmm-hmm."

He has his head turned sideways on the mattress so you can see his facial
expressions, so you keep monitoring him when you begin to slowly pull out,
before pushing all the way back in.

God this feels good.  He's still really tight, still got an amazingly good
grip on your cock, and the best thing is this is Jake.  This is the boy
who's had your attention all year, who you've more or less fallen for.  The
boy whose beauty and talent only crown everything that you already feel for
him, your longing to look after him, to protect him, to teach him how to
become a man.  And here he is, giving himself to you, allowing you to get
this pleasure from his body.  And he loves it.  There's no deal-making
here, no mutual backscratching – he genuinely enjoys the feelings you
can give him by hitting his prostate and pulling on his dick.

This, Wilson, is the pinnacle of your existence as a human being.
Seriously.

Overwhelmed by your feelings for the boy, you pull him to you and roll onto
your sides, spooning so that you can really hold him, squeeze him while you
make love.  Your mouth is on his neck, licking and kissing his lovely pale
skin.

The noises he makes are wonderful.  It's a kind of high-pitched, humming,
singing sound, that rises and falls as you adjust yourself inside him.  His
arms are stretched up and behind him to wrap around your head, hanging
desperately on while you cling to his torso.

You start to up your thrust-rate, really pushing into him each time, and he
responds to this by getting louder, and moving one hand to jerk himself at
a frantic rate.  You want to push even harder, but it's awkward lying on
your side like this, so you pull out and roll him onto his back with his
knees up by his chest.  You re-enter and now you can really plough deep,
pushing his whole body down into the mattress, looking into his startlingly
blue eyes as you do so.

You kiss his mouth and his neck, and he tilts his head back in ecstasy,
still wanking furiously.  He starts to sing the first couple of lines of
his favourite song, "Domino" by Jessie J, breathy and with pauses between
the phrases.

"I'm feeling sexy and free, (pant, pant) Like glitter's raining on me.
(mmm, oh God!)  You're like a shot of pure gold, (ungh) I think I'm `bout
to explode."

And then he does, and he actually screams in pleasure as his orgasm courses
through his body, tugging hard on your dick, so deeply inside him.  You
don't let up as he comes down the other side, and when he lets go of his
dick you can see that it stays hard, wobbling about with each of your
thrusts.

After a few more minutes, you're getting tired, but still miraculously
holding on.  Jake tells you his legs are aching being held back in that
position, so you pull out and roll onto your back, so that he can do some
of the work.  He straddles you, still facing you, and kneels over your
dick, guiding it in with his hands.

Then, still erect but not touching himself, he begins an incredibly sensual
belly dance while impaled, stretching and twisting his amazing slim torso,
tongue running over his bottom lip, eyes half closed in pleasure as your
dick drags over his prostate.  You run your hands up and down his sides,
loving the movements in his body and the way his boner is pointing
resolutely skyward.

All of a sudden, he squeals "Oh my God it's happening again!", with a
beautiful surprised look.  You watch his penis twitching hard with no
contact, and this time his clamping muscles tip you over the edge, and you
power your long-awaited orgasm into this angel.

That, Wilson, is what you've been waiting for.

After he's milked from you everything you have to give, he pulls off and
curls into your arms again, kissing you passionately, limbs wrapped around
your body.  You dare not release him from your embrace, such is your desire
to maintain this blissful moment as long as possible.

After a few minutes, Jake begins to talk.

"That was amazing, Mr Wilson.  So much better than...."  He trails off.

You give him a quizzical look, desperate to know the details, even now in
this post-coital haze, of his previous experience.

"Is it alright if...do you think it's OK if I tell you about it, but don't
say who it was?  Is that breaking my promise?"

"That's for you to decide, Jake.  You do what you feel is right."

He thinks for a while, and then continues.

"Well, there was this guy, one of my brother's friends."

"How old is he?"

"Dunno.  My brother's 15, so about the same probably.  One day when my mum
was away, this guy came over and him and my brother got really drunk.
Like, really drunk."

You're nervous now, in case this is going to turn out to be rape after all.

"I'd always kinda had a crush on him, he's pretty fit.  So I decided when
he was drunk would be a good time to make my move, you know?"

It's pretty cute to think of Jake making a move on an older boy, you have
to admit.  Is it better that he was 15 and not 45?  Probably.

"So I was hanging around a bit, just in my boxers, trying to look sexy and
get his attention.  My brother was a bit annoyed I was bothering them, but
he fell asleep after a bit.  So when I had his friend to myself, I got
brave and sat right up close to him and put my hand on his leg.  He was too
drunk to notice what I was doing at first, until I put my hand on his
dick."

My God this is hot.  All that paranoia for nothing.

"He was kind of awake, but out of it, so he didn't say much when I unzipped
him and started to suck him.  But he was really hard, so he must have liked
it.  I can't remember when I took off my pants but I was naked when I bent
over the arm of the sofa and told him he could fuck me.  So he got up and
tried to get it in, but it wouldn't go."

"How big was he?"

"About the same as yours, maybe a little bit smaller.  So anyway, I ran
into the kitchen and tried to find something slippery, but all I could find
was mayonnaise, so I just used that."

You can't help but laugh when he tells you that.  He smiles too, then
continues.

"So I put loads of mayo on his cock and some in my bum, and it went in OK
after that.  He came pretty quickly, and I hadn't cum yet, but he kind of
just collapsed back on the sofa, with mayo all over his dick and didn't
move or say anything.  So I ended up cleaning him up and zipping up his
flies, and he slept the night where he was.  I had to finish off by wanking
over him when he was asleep, with my finger up my bum to try to remember
what it felt like with his dick."

"My God, Jake, that was a hot story!  I'm so glad you told me!  Did you
ever do anything else with him?"

"No, the next day he wouldn't even look at me.  He just told me not to tell
anyone what we did, and he's never been over to our house since.  I think
he's embarrassed.  He's got a girlfriend, so I guess he must be straight."

"Either that or ashamed of having liked it."

"Mmm."  He smiles.  "But who cares, I've got you to fuck me now, so I don't
need him!"

You grin wickedly and pull Jake in for another cuddle.

xxxxx

Feedback is always welcome.  My email address is at the top of the page.

If you enjoyed it, you might like to see my other stories on nifty:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/caravaggio-boy

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/teacher-turned-babysitter

Edgar Getting