Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 10:33:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: D D <confusedboy1234@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: "You're a beautiful boy, Daniel" - M/b, reluc, oral

A few things:

This is a true story. It happened to me when I was ten years old, a few
weeks after my birthday, and at boarding school. The names have all
obviously been changed. I originally wrote this when I was seventeen, being
encouraged to remember as much as I could about the events of my childhood
to determine any issues that were arising from them. I have kept it in as
close to the original state as possible, tidying up grammar here and there,
so do not expect a perfectly worded novel. There is not much in the way of
dialogue, so I've kept anything that's said within the paragraph, rather
than separating it.

This is an account of the day when I first met the man who molested me for
three years. I'm now in my mid-twenties and coming to terms with everything
that happened!

As for why I'm publishing it -- that part of my life is something that I
feel very strongly about, so I would like to share it with people :) Also
I'm trying to convince myself to write fiction, so getting this published
online is a good start!


Any comments write to confusedboy1234@yahoo.co.uk




"You're a beautiful boy, Daniel." - M/b 1st, reluc, oral



The first thing I remember is waking up, just thinking I had woken up with
a noise or something in the room, before I noticed a dark shape at the end
of my bed. I wasn't totally shocked, for some reason, I just thought
'hmm?', and let my eyes focus. The dark shape said to me, 'sorry, did I
wake you?'. I was a bit puzzled by this remark, and replied, 'um, yes, you
did, but it's ok'. The dark shape, which I was just starting to make out as
a man as my eyes focused, started chatting normally to me: 'Hello', 'How
are you'. Still completely oblivious to what could potentially be
happening, but slightly unnerved, I answered all his questions as I would
to anyone else, with simple and polite replies. I knew something was odd
about having a random man sitting at the end of my bed chatting to me, but
I couldn't put my finger on what it was. He asked me 'do you mind if I chat
with you?', and, of course, I replied 'no, it's fine'. I don't know whether
I was afraid, or just being polite, or I was genuinely intrigued by the
person at the end of my bed, but I didn't hesitate at all when replying.

	I can't remember the conversation at all clearly, just little
snippets and bits here and there. After a bit of small talk he asked 'would
you mind if I sat next to you?'. I said OK and he got up off the bed and
moved around to the other side, away from the door, and sat on the floor
next to me. From this close I could smell his breath, as well as see him
quite clearly. I didn't look around much though; I just lay back on my bed
and chatted. It wasn't for a year or so until I realised that the smell on
his breath was alcohol, when I smelled the same odour on the headmaster's
breath one evening, purely by chance. It was a strange smell, and quite an
off-putting one, not disgusting as such, but unnerving. Still, his chatting
led me to believe that I was 'safe' with this guy. He asked me questions
about what I liked, and of course I went straight to music, along with the
usual boy things like football, cricket, and other sporting and fun
activities. Music was what we seemed to focus on. I remember saying how
good the choir was, telling him about the other boys and how good they
were, any trips we'd been on, etc etc etc. He certainly seemed to be
interested, as he kept on asking me questions. I don't remember any strange
questions coming up, but if there were then they may come back to me over
time.

	The first inkling of anything being really wrong that came my way
was when the corridor outside sprang into life. The man dived under the
bed, asking me to hide him, so I moved my duvet cover half covering under
the bed. The lights came on, and the headmaster and 2 police officers came
in, along with a couple of dogs. I thought that he was sure to be caught,
but didn't say anything. Amazingly though, the dogs and officers missed
him, and they all left, none of us boys having said anything. I was sure
Billy was awake, but he remained silent when listening to the officers. As
they left, I leaned over and asked 'are you ok?. He said he was, but that
he wanted to remain under the bed for the time being. Almost as soon as we
had started chatting again, one of the other boys, Simon, came in, and
announced that two of the boys in his dorm had gone missing. Obviously
having the knowledge that the man in fact was under my bed, I humoured him,
and said they'd probably gone to look for the guy or something. Simon took
this as read, and took off before I could have said anything to him. By
this stage I was feeling slightly protective of the unknown person under my
bed, probably because I sensed that he may have been in trouble and needed
looking after or something, I dunno.

	We started chatting again; he was telling me that I must be a very
intelligent boy, and other such compliments, from what I can remember
anyway. At one point during the conversation he sat up again, and continued
from where I could see him, or at least the top of his head. I still didn't
think anything was really wrong, he didn't seem nervous or in any way
abnormal (apart from the obvious being in the room), so I was still
remarkably relaxed. It was at this point that I felt his arm resting on the
bed next to me. Warning bells should have gone off, and maybe they did, but
they were so faint that I didn't notice. Maybe I was in disbelief or
something, or still didn't expect him to be wanting to do what he did with
me. The conversation continued for a minute or so more, before his hand
moved again, this time onto my right hip. I can't really describe the
feeling here, mainly because I remained the same, or similar, to what I had
been up to this point. Even his hand on my hip, first on my PJs and then
inside my PJs, didn't make me jump, though it did make me wonder exactly
what he was doing. As he moved his hand more and more central, in two
steps, I still remained calm, thinking he had just accidentally done it. On
the final move before he reached his goal though, the exact phrase 'If he
moves any more he's going to touch my dick' went through my mind. And
that's exactly what he did. As his hand was positioned next to it, he said
'You're a beautiful boy, Daniel.' Then he moved. 'A beautiful boy'. I was
slightly surprised by this, thinking that he would have moved away before
he got there, or realised what he had done and moved away. I still thought
that maybe he was just stroking my leg to show appreciation of our
conversation or something.

	He didn't move away. He started rubbing and putting gentle pressure
on my dick. I remained frozen in place, sure that he would move away
soon. However, it was becoming clearer to me that he actually meant to be
doing that to me. He stopped and said 'take your top off', and I did. I sat
up and stripped my PJ top off, and put it on the floor next to him. I lay
back down again, having received no further instruction, and he slipped his
hand inside my PJs again. This time though, he began to kiss and lick my
chest as he fondled me. This was a new sensation to me. I knew that getting
an erection felt wrong, and that I shouldn't be reacting like this, but as
he moved his hand around my penis and groin, I could feel my penis getting
harder. He asked me 'does this feel nice, Daniel?', to which I responded,
'It's ok'. I was embarrassed to think that he would notice that my penis
was getting hard, but nothing I could do would have stopped it, and also
what he was doing to me was quite relaxing. I became more and more
embarrassed as it got harder and harder, especially when he began playing
around with it, making it bounce off my groin and moving it from side to
side. I could see him smiling as he did this, so I thought that maybe he
didn't mind it being hard. I was still embarrassed though. He was looking
both at it and at my face. I was a bit overwhelmed at what was going on at
this stage, so I just shut my eyes. I was too embarrassed to actually allow
myself to make eye contact with him.

	He slowly changed his action from rubbing and fondling me to slowly
moving his fingers up and down my penis. I had discovered masturbation a
while back, but for ages I did it a different way to most other people - by
lying on my front with my hands over my penis and moving my hips up and
down. Because of this, and that things I had done with other boys mostly
involved sucking and fondling, rather than actual masturbating (which would
also explain why I hadn't climaxed with another boy before) I had no idea
that he was masturbating me. After a couple of minutes though I began to
feel small waves of pleasure go through my body, and the familiar sensitive
feeling around my groin began to appear. As his hand seemed to mould itself
around my penis I felt myself relax and allow him access to my body. I was
still too embarrassed to open my eyes, but I noticed that I was no longer
forcing them shut; they were beginning to be shut out of relaxation rather
than discomfort. My breathing also relaxed and slowed. His caressing of my
penis was making me feel much more relaxed with him being there, although I
was still feeling very uncomfortable.

	I forced myself to open my eyes. He was looking straight at me and
smiling. I forced myself to keep my eyes open and look at him. He said
'you're a very good boy, Daniel'. I just attempted a smile, though my
attention was being rather distracted by his hand on my penis. He was not
masturbating me very fast, but was putting quite a bit of pressure on it,
which was rather pleasurable. It was at this point that there was more
commotion outside. The man shot quickly under my bed again, and I pulled
the covers over me, and made sure he was covered again before they came
in. I thought at the time that the police may find the fact that I was
topless suspicious, but I couldn't cover all of myself in time. I certainly
did not want them seeing the small bulge in my PJs from my erection. I was
forcing myself to control my breathing, as I had started breathing unevenly
when he was masturbating me, to seem normal. Apparently, it worked, as did
the duvet that I put over him. The headmaster, police and dogs missed him a
second time. The fact that they came in again freaked me out. I don't know
why that was what triggered it, but I suddenly became panicky. When they
had gone, I said I was going to the toilet. He asked if I was coming back,
and I said I was. Instead of going to the toilet, I went to another dorm. I
stood at the door, with them all looking at me, but all I could manage to
say was 'I've heard there's someone in the building.' We started talking
about this, but within seconds the housemaster had come in and shouted at
me to go to bed. This time, I did actually go to the toilet. I remember
looking at my penis and thinking about what he was doing to it. I knew that
when I went back into the dorm he would do it again. I just wasn't sure
whether I wanted him to.

	In the end, I did. It didn't help that as I was thinking in the
toilet I was absentmindedly playing with myself, so I didn't notice until I
got in the room and saw him that my penis had got slightly hard, and was
making my PJs stick out. Instantly, I felt embarrassed again. He said to me
'come and sit over here', motioning to the other side of the bed, the one
that he was on. I went around the bed and sat down. Already my penis was
hardening, I don't know whether it was because I was looking forward to it,
which I doubt, or more likely that it was getting hard because I could see
him looking at it and I knew that he was going to touch it. I sat down, and
his hand went straight to my penis, on the outside of my PJs. He moved it
and rubbed it and caressed it until it was fully hard again, and then began
to rub his hand up and down it, still on the outside of my PJs. I just sat
there and watched. I could feel gentle waves of pleasure go through my
body, but I didn't know how to deal with them, so I just sat there in a
semi-trance as he molested me.

	As I was beginning to relax again he stopped, and asked me to move
under the bed with him. Again I was uncertain, as I was moving my whole
body into possible contact with his whole body, rather than just his hand
on my penis, which was still meaning that I was detached from him. I made
no attempt to say no or anything, I just went down there. I lay on the
floor next to the bed, and he was propping himself up on one elbow
underneath the bed. As I lay down he reached a hand out and wriggled my PJ
bottoms down a bit. My penis sprung up, having been caught and moved
downwards as he tried to move my PJs down. Again the embarrassment
appeared, so I closed my eyes. I felt his hand move to my penis again,
though slightly firmer than before. I was feeling both uncomfortable and
comfortable at the same time, if that's possible. He began to masturbate me
properly again, moving his hand up and down my penis quite fast. I just lay
there, and for the first time tried to blank out the feelings from my
groin. I tried to concentrate on anything but his hand. I lay there
thinking whether Billy or Jonny were awake, what the time was, whether
anyone would come back again, who the guy actually was. All manner of
things were crossing my mind as I tried to blank out the feelings. However,
the feelings began to win through. He was gradually speeding up his
masturbation. I was finding it more and more difficult to block them
out. Instead, I began to concentrate on them. I opened my eyes to watch
what he was doing. I thought that maybe if I concentrated on them they
would go away quicker. I could see his hand moving faster over my penis,
and I could feel his fingers pressing down on it. I closed my eyes again,
and the feeling of the texture of his hand and fingers was even stronger. I
kept on opening my eyes to watch him, only to close them again to
concentrate on each tiny feeling that was appearing.

	All of a sudden I began to feel as if I was getting close to
orgasm. The feeling hit me, and then the thoughts followed soon after. I
was lying there thinking 'oh god, I might cum. what happens if I cum now?'
The embarrassment began to return, causing my penis to deflate rapidly in
his hand. He said "what's wrong, Daniel?", and I just responded
"nothing". He moved his hand from my penis and brought it up to stroke my
face, telling me "it's okay, just relax", before replacing his hand on my
groin. In spite of the embarrassment his gentle caressing got me hard again
quickly, meaning he could carry on as he was doing before. His hand was
moving very fast on me, and the feelings quickly built up again. I could
feel myself breathing quickly and shallowly, and my whole body felt
tight. I knew I was going to climax if I said nothing. I opened my eyes and
tried to tell him, but I couldn't work out what to say. Whatever it was I
was trying to say came out as a sort of stutter, and I began to writhe
around. I'm not sure whether this was out of trying to get him to stop or
because I wanted to climax. I managed to squeak out an
'uh...uh...wait...please...' but my breathing was out of control so I
couldn't catch enough breath to even string a small sentence together.

	I tried to think of anything I could do to stop myself climaxing, I
sat up a little and leant back on my hands, possibly in the hope it would
distract him. "St..stop...". Unexpectedly, he did stop. The sudden slowing
down of his hand movements caught me by surprise, bringing me back from the
brink of orgasm, and I fell back onto the floor and lay there panting. I
had no idea what he was doing, so I just closed my eyes and tried to calm
down. It was then that I felt something wet glide across the tip of my
penis. My eyes shot open immediately, and I sat as bolt upright as I
could. I saw his head leaning over towards my groin, and his tongue was
snaking around my penis. He looked up and stopped for a moment, and said
'do you like that?'. I attempted to say something, but again I didn't know
what to say, so my voice just held in my throat. He went back to licking
me, and since I was so close to climax already, every time his tongue went
over the head it was like shockwaves going up and down my body. He then
leant over and took my whole penis in his mouth. For some reason my first
reaction was 'don't bite me', though I already pretty much knew he
wouldn't.

	I knew well what he was doing at this point, since I had been
sucked by boys before. I also knew what it felt like. As soon as I felt his
mouth envelop my penis, I couldn't help myself. I moaned, quite softly, but
then immediately realised what I had done, and became very embarrassed
again. The man looked up at me smirked, then said 'so you do like it then.'
I had no idea what to say to him. He moved over towards me and said 'stand
up', and again I did what he asked without questioning him. He swiveled
around, came out from under the bed, and propped himself up against the
cupboard. As was standing in front of him he leant forward and pulled my
PJs further down, so that they were down towards my knees, as my legs were
quite wide apart from where he had positioned them they didn't fall right
down. I was very conscious of the other boys seeing this, or even someone
else coming in, but I let him do it. He grabbed my bottom and pulled me
towards him, opening his mouth and leaning forward to allow my penis in. I
had always loved the feeling of being sucked by someone else, and this was
no different. I seemed to just melt into him as he started sucking me.

	As he sucked me I just slumped forwards onto my tuck box, leaning
on my arms. I was trying hard not to make any sounds, but sometimes when
his tongue brushed over the head of my penis, or the feeling from his mouth
was so strong I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop myself from moaning,
no matter how hard I tried. I felt his hand move up to my anus as he was
sucking me. That felt odd, but within the context of what else he was doing
to me, I couldn't really concentrate on anything. My only reaction was that
I thought he shouldn't be touching me there, but it felt ok, and he was
doing other things that he wasn't supposed to be, so I stood there and let
him do it. I found myself gripping the edges of the tuck box to keep myself
upright, and that at some point I had slipped downwards a bit so my knees
were buckling, though I couldn't work out when that had happened.

	The man then moved his other hand from the floor to my penis. He
moved his head back a bit, so he was still sucking the head, and began to
move his first two fingers up and down my penis very quickly. That was
almost too much. The combination of his tongue and fingers on me brought me
very quickly nearer climax. I was trying to control my breathing so it
wasn't so obvious that I was losing control, but I failed, and kept on
inadvertently forcing air out of my mouth, making gasping and grunting
noises. I could feel my orgasm coming on, but was still very uncomfortable
about the idea of cumming with someone else. He stopped sucking and asked
me 'are you going to cum for me, Daniel?'. I just managed a sort of grunt
to this as his hand was bringing me closer to the edge. He said 'cum for
me, Daniel, cum for me.' I felt like I was becoming disconnected from
everything around me. I had my eyes tightly closed, and my entire body was
tense. As I was getting very close he asked me once more 'are you going to
cum?'. This time I managed to force out the word 'yes', though my voice
wobbled all over the place when I tried to say it, which caught me by
surprise. On me saying yes, he put his mouth back over the head of my
penis, and a few seconds later I came.

	Obviously, I had climaxed before, but probably due to the
circumstances this felt like the biggest I'd ever had. I pushed my penis
out of his hand and into his mouth and before I could stop myself I
squealed loudly. He grabbed my bottom and pulled me towards him, his hands
moving all over my body, and I could feel each wave of orgasm hit me hard,
and with each one I jolted and moaned far too loudly. As I came down off
orgasm he gently sucked me, before taking my penis out of his mouth and
slowly masturbating me until I finished cumming. As he was fondling me he
was saying 'good boy, Daniel. Very good boy'. He pulled me downwards into
his lap, where I lay, trying to recover my senses as he stroked my penis
and the rest of my body.

	When I had recovered enough I began to feel embarrassed again. I
had lost the sexual drive I had before, and my mind began to wander as he
stroked me. I was trying to work out why or how I had ended up naked in
some random person's arms while he touched me in places I knew people
weren't supposed to touch. I remember his hand wandering to my anus
again. He pushed a bit with one of his fingers, which made me feel quite
uncomfortable and awkward. Finally after a few minutes he spoke to me,
asking if I was ok. I replied that I was, and he then asked me 'did you
enjoy that'. I didn't really know what to say, since I did enjoy it, but
right then I was rather confused about the whole thing. Again, I chose the
safer option, and said yes. This obviously turned him on more, because his
hands, which had been around my back, went straight to my bottom. I was too
dazed to actually do anything about it, but at the same time there was
something comforting about being held like this, even if one of his hands
was moving around my bottom and between my legs. As his hand reached my
penis again, he squeezed it a couple of times, before saying 'I'd better
see what I can do about this then', meaning, I assume, he wanted to make my
penis harden again. He turned me onto my back and replaced his hand between
my legs.

	It was at this point he kissed me. I kept my mouth tight shut at
first. I'd never been kissed by anyone, not on the lips anyway, and the act
of kissing to us boys was more disgusting than giving someone a blowjob. He
had his mouth a bit open, which I found even more disgusting. He said 'open
your mouth', but even then I still kept it shut when he kissed me
again. His hand was beginning to have the desired effect already, and he
was gently fondling me, presumably in an attempt to make me open my
mouth. He stopped kissing me, and again said 'open your mouth'. I didn't
want to annoy him, so I did. As he kissed me, I felt his tongue move inside
my mouth. I pulled away, but he had one hand behind my head, so I couldn't
move very far. I gave up trying to get away and just let him do it. He
pulled away and told me to 'use my tongue', so when he kissed me again I
copied what he was doing and moved my tongue around his. I could feel him
moaning into my mouth, and he started moving his hands all over my body
with greater urgency. I was thinking to myself "just pretend it's not as
bad as you think". The really putting off thing was the smell of his
breath. He stank of alcohol. I tried as hard as I could not to let that
bother me, but eventually it was too much, and I pulled away. He looked
into my eyes, brought his hand back to my now erect penis and fondled it
for a few seconds. Then he levered me up, and said 'lie down on your
front'.

	I did as he said, and got up from his lap, and slid down onto the
floor in front of him. He stood up and walked around towards my feet. I
tried to look around at what he was doing, but I couldn't see far enough
around, so I just lay there. I felt his hands tug my PJs off from around my
ankles. As he did that, I again wondered what would happen if someone came
in, with me lying now completely naked on the floor with an unknown man
next to me. I was brought out of this train of thought by the feeling of a
finger pushing at my anus. I instinctively coiled back by moving my hips
forward, but he held onto my hip with one hand to keep me from moving. I
could feel his finger (it must have been his little finger) push against
me, and I soon felt the very tip push its way in. It felt rather odd, not
uncomfortable, but strange. As he moved the tip of his finger around inside
me he leant over me, and reached over to grab my penis again. He began to
fondle me while moving his finger around. Not long after, though, he
removed his finger, and took his hands away from me. I tried to move,
thinking he had finished, but I felt his hand on my back, and he said 'stay
there'. I lay back down and waited for whatever he was doing.

	Eventually I felt his hands on me again. Though this time I could
feel something else on me, and I had no idea what it was. I managed to
crane my neck around to have a look at what he was doing, and I saw that he
had his penis out of his trousers. I was a bit shocked by this, as for some
reason up to this point I had never even thought about the possibility of
him getting his penis out. A whole load of thoughts suddenly crossed my
mind, such as 'will he make me touch it?' 'Will he want to orgasm like I
did?' 'What else could he do with it?' As if to answer one of those
questions, he leant over me and said in my ear 'open up your arse'. I could
feel his penis pushing at my anus, though he was not getting very far. He
thrusted a few times, picked my hips up a bit so my bottom was more in the
air, and tried to press again. I could feel his penis right up against my
anus now, and thought that he might even be able to fit it in there. He
said again 'open up your arse'. I had absolutely no idea, physically, how
to do what he was saying, so I just said 'I can't'. He tried a few more
times, but could not penetrate me. He gave up, and sat up against the bed.

	As I sort of expected him to do by this stage, he promptly brought
his hand onto my penis again. I was still trying to work out exactly what
he had been trying to do to me, and consequently thoughts about what he
actually wanted from me were creeping across my brain. He was just looking
at me while he was playing with me, not saying anything at all. He almost
looked slightly vacant when he was sitting there. He suddenly leant over
and picked me up by my legs and back, gently, and brought me up into his
lap. He positioned me so that my bottom was on top of his raised knee, so I
was in a backward arch with my feet on one side of him and my head and
shoulders on the other. He began to move his hand up and down my penis
again, though this time quite strongly and rhythmically. This time, I knew
what he was trying to do, and I also knew that if he carried on doing that,
it would happen again whether I wanted it to or not. My penis was feeling
very sensitive, since I had only climaxed relatively recently, so
everything he did made me instinctively jolt. It felt too sensitive to
touch, but that didn't stop what he was doing becoming more and more
pleasurable the closer he brought me to climax.

	I knew that I was going to climax, so I was much more prepared for
it this time. His movements on my penis were strong and fast, and he kept
it that way for a few minutes before I could feel my orgasm building
again. As I lay there with my eyes closed I was thinking over and over 'oh
god, I'm going to cum again'. I could hear the sound of his hand slapping
against my groin, and I was sure that anyone in the room who was awake
could hear it. As I was thinking that though, I felt the tell-tale signs of
approaching orgasm again. I felt myself tighten again, and instinctively
raised my hips towards him. It came on much quicker than the first orgasm I
had, and because of the sensitivity of my penis was quite strong. I felt my
entire body tighten and began to find my breathing hard to control
again. He could see this happening, and sped up his movements on my
penis. I opened my eyes to watch him, and as soon as I did that I felt the
rush of orgasm begin to overwhelm me. Within another few seconds of
masturbating I came for a second time. Yet again, although up to this point
I had tried hard to not make a sound, with the exception of some forced or
gasped breaths that came out, I could do nothing to stop a couple of forced
'huh' noises escaping me. Every time my penis moved with the orgasm a
piercing feeling went right through me, making me writhe around on his
knee. It was slightly painful, because of the sensitivity of it, but still
immensely pleasurable. Again, as I was coming down from orgasm he slowed
down his masturbating and started gently stroking my penis, until I had
completely stopped climaxing. He let his knee slip down, and I ended up
lying on him, completely out of it for the second time. My brain was in
overdrive. I was beginning to like what he was doing to me, but I couldn't
help thinking about people coming in or one of the boys hearing this. I
would have felt very ashamed if one of the boys had heard, or even seen me
cumming. I wondered whether matron would come in, or the head would come
upstairs again, but all I heard was the sound of my own breathing and the
noise of his hands caressing my body.

	However, through all of these thoughts, I was quite enjoying the
attention he was giving me. The feeling of this strange man's hands
caressing me was quite comforting, and combined with the physical pleasure
I had just experienced I was beginning to think of the whole thing as a
rather normal occurrence (in that it was something that I didn't have to be
embarrassed about, not that it happened in everyday life). Every now and
then as I was recovering his hand wandered back to my penis, which gave me
gentle jolts of pleasure. I was beginning to think that I didn't want this
man to stop cuddling and fondling me. After what seemed like ages, he spoke
to me. 'Did you enjoy that, Daniel?'. Again, I was slightly at a loss of
what to say as yes, I did enjoy it, but I was unsure how to express all the
thoughts that were flying through my head. I just nodded in affirmation,
and he smiled at me. I smiled back, probably as an instinctive reaction,
but as soon as I did that he leant over and kissed me again. This time I
knew what to do; I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. The smell of
alcohol on his breath once again overwhelmed me, but every time I thought
about moving back my brain would rush back to thoughts of the blowjob I had
received, and how nice that felt. Somewhere in my head there was a voice
pushing me to ask him to suck me again, though equally there was something
else in my head saying that it felt inherently wrong. I could feel his
tongue moving around my mouth, which felt weird. I couldn't put a
particular feeling on it, neither good nor bad, just weird.

	After he pulled away from my mouth, he sat me up on his leg and
began licking all over my chest. It did feel very nice, and as it was a
feeling I had never experienced before I was quite surprised how nice it
felt. I relaxed my head back onto the edge of the bed and let him lick
me. I looked down at one point and saw my chest covered with saliva, which
I found rather disgusting, and I thought briefly about trying to find some
way to stop him, but his tongue was feeling very relaxing, and I wouldn't
have had the vocabulary anyway, so I said nothing. The thoughts about the
other boys seeing us did keep coming back into my head, as did thoughts
about what the other boys would say if they knew what was going on. I
didn't want to seem to be dirty or disgusting or gay in the other boy's
eyes, and that was putting me slightly on edge. On the other side, I was
really enjoying being caressed and licked and kissed by him, so I didn't
really want him to stop at that moment.

	As all these thoughts were going through my mind, he suddenly made
me snap back to reality by taking my hand. This, again, seemed odd to me,
and made me slightly uncomfortable. It suddenly became more emotionally
involved when he did that, which took away a bit of the distance I had
created with him molesting me and the real world. Though, like with
everything else, I was beginning to become accustomed to it. I was
concentrating on him squeezing it as he was fondling me, and after a while
it became as warm as everything else he was doing to me. After he took my
hand, we began to chat, again with him asking me questions. It began with
sexual questions, him asking me whether I'd done anything like this before,
and whether I liked what he did (again). He asked me a few details about
what I'd done with other people, and I just told him I'd played about with
a few of my friends here. I felt quite uncomfortable when he was asking
about this, as it was something that other people weren't supposed to know
about. Somehow I thought it might get out from him, or more likely from a
boy who was listening in. He asked me what I had done with them, and I
replied 'stuff'. He then asked me if they made me cum, and since I didn't
know that word at the time (I can't remember now how I thought of it) I
just shrugged. He explained to me what cumming was, how I'd just done it,
and he asked me to repeat the word a few times, which in spite of
everything made me giggle.  He asked me if I had sucked the boys, and I
said I had, and immediately the embarrassment came back. It was at this
point he asked me whether we could meet up again after he went. I'm still
not sure whether I was just being polite, or whether I really meant it, but
I said 'yes, sure'. He asked me for a place where I could easily get to
meet, and I said the fields around by the meadow. He clearly knew where
those were, as he then asked me when we could meet, and I told him I'd be
free at the weekend. He then said 'ok, let's meet at the meadows at 2 on
Saturday, ok?', to which I agreed.

	We then began to chat about random things again. He asked me if I
liked the town, and about where I lived, and other small talk style
things. He gave me his address when I asked him in return, probably hoping
that I'd come down and find him at his house after he left. It was quite
hard concentrating on all that he was saying, because once again I was
enjoying what his hands were doing to me. He had returned to fondling me
slowly as he was talking to me, although I wasn't hard, and was still
holding onto my hand. At one point he asked me why I liked the choir so
much, and as I started going on about how fun singing was and how nice the
boys and the choirmaster were and things, he suddenly leant over and took
my penis in his mouth again. I was stunned into silence, but he took his
mouth off me and said 'carry on', so I tried to talk about music and the
choir as he sucked me, making my penis hard again in his mouth. Eventually
though I just stopped talking, as my voice began to wobble out of both
nerves and pleasure every time he licked the head of my penis, again
causing embarrassment, although diminished compared to what I had felt
before, and once again I lay back and let him suck me.

	As he was sucking me, I began to feel as if I actually wanted to
climax. I had gotten used to what he was doing to me, and knew that it
could be very pleasurable, and I found myself sitting there urging him on
in my head. I only realized after a couple of minutes that I had placed my
hand on his back and was inadvertently caressing it. That seemed very odd
to me when I realized, so I stopped, and put my hand behind my back to stop
myself. However, another minute or so later I had gone back into the
slightly dreamy state I had been in before, and found my hand back on him
again. I found it very difficult to concentrate on anything other than his
mouth on me, and pretty much everything else felt as if it was completely
blacked out. I kept on coming back into consciousness and finding myself
doing things I didn't realise I was doing, such as leaning over to one
side, making noises, stroking him, thrusting my hips up. Each time I
discovered myself doing this it was a shock, but since it was happening so
much I just gave up and let it happen. Also I was getting more and more
into it, and really liked what he was doing, so I wasn't really inclined to
spoil it by forcing myself to stop doing things like that.

	By this stage I had even stopped worrying about other people coming
into the dorm. All I could concentrate on was the feeling of him sucking
me. I was following the movements of his tongue on my penis and groin, as
that seemed to be enhancing the feelings that he was giving me. I kept on
blacking out during this, not completely blacking out, obviously, but I
would suddenly lose track of what had happened for the last 2/3 minutes or
whatever, and would find myself in a different position to where I had last
been. The only thing I could remember during these things was his mouth and
tongue on me, and occasionally his hands rubbing my chest or legs, but
nothing of the outside world. A few minutes in I could feel myself slipping
down towards the ground as he was sucking me, and when I came back into
reality again, when he took his mouth off me and licked my groin and around
there, I realised I was propped up on one elbow, and if it weren't for that
I would have been lying on the ground. I had no idea when I had gone from
sitting up to lying down, I just couldn't remember doing it. At this point
he looked at me and took hold of my penis, but instead of masturbating me
he began to trace circles around the head of my penis with his tongue. I'd
never felt anything like that before. It felt nice for the first minute or
so, but I began to feel like I was going to climax right then, except that
I never did. I felt like I was permanently on the brink of orgasm for the
whole time he did it. I was inadvertently arching my back and moving around
on the floor as he was doing this, my body trying to climax.

	I could barely cope with these feelings that he was giving me, and
in the daze I was in I found myself rolling over to get more of my penis in
his mouth. He moved his head back, and continued licking around the head,
and I just seemed to go limp. I basically collapsed on top of his thigh,
and ended up wrapping my arms around his legs, laying half on my back and
half on my side. I was struggling not to make any noises at all, so I
pressed my mouth firmly against his leg, so as to stop myself moaning out
loud from the pleasure of it. I was paranoid briefly that my clinging on to
his legs was going to hurt him, but since he said nothing and only carried
on licking me, I stopped worrying about it almost as soon as I had started,
and just lay there.

	He sucked me very gently, never really putting much pressure on, so
it took me ages to climax. I have no idea how long he was sucking me for,
but it could have been anything from 45 minutes to an hour. I kept on
losing track of time, and waking up in a different position than I started
in. As the feelings built, gradually, I found myself moving around more and
more. I really did not want this to stop. All the previous embarrassment,
discomfort etc. had vanished by this point, and all I wanted this guy to do
was suck me all the time. I had never felt this good before. Most of the
time I just lay on my back and let him do whatever he wanted to me,
sometimes I held on to him, or pressed myself up against him. Other times I
found myself clinging onto the bedposts for support. I started
inadvertently caressing his head, but I found that quite comforting and
erotic, so after a while I was making conscious decisions to stroke him and
cling onto his head as he sucked. It also meant, I discovered, that I could
push him down onto my penis and sort of control what he was doing to get
him to do what felt best. A number of times I decided that I wanted him to
suck the whole of my penis, not just lick it, so I would push down on his
head. If I liked what he was doing I would tend to just stroke it, or if
something felt really good, I would inadvertently cling to it, though I was
careful not to put too much pressure on in case I hurt him.

	Because he was sucking me slowly, I kept on building towards a
climax, and then slowing down as he changed what he did. This felt both
amazing and frustrating at the same time -- it made me want to climax
more and more, and every time I thought I might have been getting close, I
would lose it before I really got going. There were at least three times
that I can remember where I really thought I was going to climax, and I
said something like `I think it's going to happen again', but then it would
ebb away and start over again. It was frustrating because although it was
the best sexual feeling I'd ever had, I could not quite reach the
fulfillment of a climax, and I began to think to myself `what if I don't
orgasm?'. I even began to get slightly agitated about it, but forced myself
to calm down and just enjoy what he was doing to me.

	After two or three moments when I had thought I was getting close,
I began to try to thrust into his mouth. I was arching my back off the
floor, trying to push my penis quite hard into his mouth, and pushing down
on his head at the same time. He seemed to stop his sucking movements, and
placed his hand on my bottom, and pushed me back and forth into his
mouth. As I was beginning to get desperate to climax, I started thrusting
as fast as I could, which did start to bring me closer, but not quite close
enough. By this stage I was making enough noise so that anyone who was
awake would have been able to hear me, but I really didn't care any more. I
had been moaning or making strange noises for quite a while, and although I
tried to stop them at first, the more erotic the whole experience became,
the less inclined I was to shut myself up. By the time I was getting close
to climax I was making all sorts of noises and saying all sorts of things
like `don't stop' and rather erotically charged things like that, and I
never gave a thought to anyone hearing me, not in a negative way
anyway. The thought even occurred to me that it might be really erotic for
me if one of the other boys woke up to find me being sucked by a random
guy. All these thoughts began to get me nearer to climax, and as I could
feel it building again, I pushed down harder on his head and started
thrusting again. I told him `If you carry on doing that It'll happen', and
that statement prompted him to hold my bottom hard and still, and start
doing up and down motions with his mouth quite quickly on me. The feeling
of his mouth working on me and his tongue sliding all over my penis was
almost too much immediately. In order to stop moaning way too loudly, and
also to push my penis deeper into his mouth, I turned over onto my side,
grabbed his head with both hands, and buried my face on his upper leg. I
didn't even realise how close I was to his penis, because he had put it
back in his trousers at some point in the evening. It wasn't until I felt
my face press against a bulge in his jeans that I realized I had put my
head right on it. He moaned, and sucked me even harder.

	Because of what was going on, I didn't realise that my head was
accidentally pressing against his penis. Each time I moved or pressed
harder against what I thought was his leg it elicited a moan from the
man. One of these times proved too much for him, I think. He paused for a
moment, told me "say "I'm cumming" when it's going to happen", then leant
over with one hand, and started furiously masturbating me, while keeping
the top half or so of my penis in his mouth to suck. This pushed me over
the edge very quickly, and I guess within a minute or so of him using his
fingers and mouth on me, I came again. As a warning, though I don't know
why I felt I had to warn him, and as if my sudden sharp increase in
breathing speed and tension in my body wasn't enough, I managed to turn my
head away from his groin and pant out `I'm cumming' a few times, as he had
told me to, before I had to turn my head back to stop myself from screaming
out loud.

	This orgasm was by far the best I'd ever had. I felt like my body
was shaking and spasming uncontrollably with every pulse of the orgasm, and
with every movement of his tongue. I basically lost all control of what I
was doing, almost screamed out loud, and just clung on to him for dear life
and thrusted as hard as I could into his mouth. Even with me pressing my
face into him, the noises and strange squeals I was making could have been
heard by anyone in the room. It must have taken well over 30 seconds for
the last remnants of the orgasm to finish. I could vaguely see my penis
still pulsating after he had taken it out of his mouth, as I fell onto my
back on the ground I just lay there trying to get my breathing back, though
with the prolonged orgasm, his now gentle stroking of my penis with his
hand, and now nothing to press my face into, I was lying there spasming and
grunting occasionally, with the man leaning over me cooing `good boy, good
boy'. One of my most erotic memories of the whole event was looking up at
his face during this last moment, watching him look into my eyes and saying
`good boy' and feeling the last couple of small waves of the orgasm hit
me. I remember clearly as the very last one hit me, it made me sit up
slightly and close my eyes, as I could clearly hear him cooing at me. As I
lay back, I opened my eyes and just looked up at him again, and he smiled
at me, and I turned and nuzzled up again into his upper leg, as yet again I
tried to recover from another orgasm. The eroticism of the situation never
went away though. I felt his tongue return, but not on my penis; I felt it
on my groin, on my balls, on my legs, and at one point he even ran it all
the way up to my anus, which felt surprisingly nice. I had no objections to
him doing anything at all by this stage, I was perfectly happy to just lie
there being stroked by him and allow his tongue and fingers to go wherever
they pleased. I don't think that there was an inch of the area between my
lower back and upper thighs, and my stomach and my calves, which went
untouched or unlicked.

	Eventually, he sat up against the tuck box again, which made me
move away from his leg. He beckoned me over to him, so I crawled over to
where he was. He wrapped his arms around me, and sat me down on his right
leg. We sat there for a while, the only things that were said was him
cooing at me again. He said the phrases `good boy' and `beautiful boy' a
lot. This was one of the first times that he was not fondling my penis; he
was just stroking and cuddling me. I was still totally overpowered by the
feeling's I'd been having, so lying there was actually very comforting. It
did feel slightly strange to be naked while being cuddled, as that's not
usual, but I was totally happy to sit and cuddle up against his chest while
he cuddled me. After a while of this, he gently eased me upwards and off
him. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do, so I dithered, and he told me
to stand up for a second. I did, and I stood there, awaiting further
instruction. I had absolutely no desire whatsoever to go back to bed, and
even the thought of putting my penis near the man's mouth to see if he'd
suck it again crossed through my mind. I didn't, and I just stood there
watching what he was doing. What he did was sit up slightly, undo his
jeans, and pull them and his underwear down around his thighs. This was the
first time I'd ever seen his penis. It was hard, and to my mind very big. I
stood there wondering exactly what he was going to do with it -- the last
time he had placed it against my anus, so that was what I thought he would
do.

	He reached out his arms to me again, so I went to sit down on him
again, except that because of what I thought he wanted to do, I positioned
myself almost right above his penis. As I was about to try to sit, he moved
me over to one side, and placed me back on his right leg again. I could
feel his penis brushing against my left thigh, and, although I didn't
freeze, I had no idea what to do next. I just sat there looking at it, as
he started cuddling me again, while fondling himself with his other
hand. Before I knew what was happening though, he had taken my hand away
from around my chest, and had placed it around his penis. It felt very warm
and soft, and not at all disgusting like I had thought it could have
done. He began to move my hand on his penis, his hand on top of mine, very
gently up and down. He looked at me and said `play with me, Daniel, play
with me'. I didn't know what he meant of course -- this was a whole lot
different to any playing around I had done with various boys before. I just
allowed him to move my hand where he wanted to. I could hear him breathing
very heavily in my ear, and I suddenly realised that he would be feeling as
good as I had done when he had fondled me. This encouraged me a lot, and I
began to move my hand around myself. He began saying the same things that
he had said the whole time -- `good boy' `beautiful boy' `play with me',
and also sighing my name a lot. Eventually he took his hand away, brought
it over to my other hand, placed that on his penis, and I began to
masturbate him. I was looking at his penis while I was doing this, somehow
fascinated by what it looked and felt like. I watched his chest and stomach
move up and down heavily, and looked up at his face. Whenever I looked up
at him, he seemed to be in another world. His eyes were closed, and his
mouth was very slightly open. I thought at first he may have fallen asleep,
but then he moved, so I knew he was lying there experiencing the same
feelings that I had done before.

	He shifted position slightly, which meant I had to slip off the leg
that I was on. I ended up lying with my head on his chest, with my legs
pointing out to one side. This clearly gave him better access to me, as I
immediately felt his hand reach around to my flaccid penis and fondle
me. What I didn't realise at the time, and what only became clear to me a
few minutes later, was that it also brought my head nearer to his penis. I
hadn't even thought about me sucking his penis, although that had been a
large part of what he had been doing to me, and so I was just lying there
enjoying more fondling and playing with him. I had clearly slipped down as
I was doing it without noticing, because I suddenly felt his hand on the
back of my head. He had been stroking my back and neck and head for a
while, and it was when he put more pressure on my head that I realised it
was being pushed down towards his penis.

	I froze at this point, mainly, I assume, because I just hadn't
expected it. My mouth brushed the tip of his penis before I could stop it,
and I just kept it rigidly shut. I heard `Be a good boy, Daniel. Open your
mouth' from above me, and clearly now I knew that he wanted me to take it
in my mouth. I thought how good it felt for me, and I could feel his warm
hands on me, all the time trying to pleasure me, presumably to get me to
suck him. I felt more pressure on my head, and again my mouth was pressed
against the top of his penis, more firmly this time. I could feel it was
slightly sticky or something on the top, which put me off, but I was
beginning to realise he would make me suck eventually. He also took his
other hand onto my penis and began to hold it between his fingers again,
causing it to harden and start to feel good. That was what made me relax,
and when he pushed once more, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

	It tasted strange in my mouth. Slightly musky. I didn't take very
much in at first, but I was encouraged by hearing him moan rather loudly. I
looked up and saw him lean right back and sort of slump over. I knew from
that that this was making him feel good. At first I just kept my head
still, although I vaguely knew that when giving oral sex you had to move
your head, and I let him do what he wanted. He pushed my head a bit further
down, but suddenly I felt that I couldn't breathe, so came up again. His
hand was stopping me taking my mouth off completely, so I let it rest over
the head of his penis. He moved both my hands back onto his penis, and
started moving them up and down again. I felt his hand relax on my head,
and he began stroking it more gently, which felt rather nice and
comforting. His moaning was rather loud, and the thought about other boys
waking up and seeing what was going on crossed my mind again, but I didn't
want to do anything about it. Somewhere deep inside me I began to feel like
I was enjoying making him feel good, though I had no idea why. I could hear
him moaning my name, and upon further instructions to `use your tongue' I
did, and his moaning increased in volume. I licked around the head of his
penis, as he had done to me, and I felt him almost slump over, until he was
lying down. I felt another hand appear on the back of my head, which began
pushing my head up and down. I almost panicked at this point, as a couple
of times I felt myself running short of breath. Once I had worked out how
to breathe properly though, what he was doing was fine. He was saying over
and over `good boy, Daniel', and almost clinging on to my head. I felt the
pressure on my head was more comforting than anything, although a couple of
times he was grabbing it too hard so it hurt a bit, but he kept on changing
what he was doing, so when he moved his hands again it felt ok.
	Soon after, he removed his hands from my head entirely. I thought
that he wanted me to stop, so I took my mouth off and looked at him, but no
sooner as I had done that a hand appeared again and pushed my head back
down. He had worked himself into a position where he could suck me as I was
doing it to him, and that's exactly what he did. I felt the now familiar
warm and wet feeling of his mouth enveloping my penis, and again the
flicking of his tongue caused me to harden. I began to try to mimic his
movements, moving my hands like he had shown me before, and tried to move
my mouth up and down, and move my tongue around as much as possible. I
could feel him doing exactly the same to me, and this was further
confirmation that I was giving him as much pleasure as he was giving me. I
could feel his penis thrusting into my mouth, and a couple of times that
was rather uncomfortable, but I tried to compensate by moving my mouth away
when he did it. I knew from what he did to me that what I was doing to him
must feel good.

	I found it hard to relax enough to enjoy him sucking on me again,
because I was concentrating on sucking his penis. I don't know how long it
lasted, maybe 10 minutes, maybe 15, but after a while his moans were
becoming much quicker, and I could feel him really sucking me hard. I
suddenly realised that he might orgasm, like I had done to him, and that
made me hesitate. I don't know whether he noticed this, or whether he was
very close to orgasm, but it was almost exactly at that point he stopped
sucking me and sat up. He told me to stand up, which I did, and he lay on
the floor with his head up against the tuck box. He said `sit between my
legs', which again I did, and he sat up and took my head in his hand again,
and tried to push it downwards. That was very uncomfortable, so I quickly
rearranged myself so I was kneeling down, and bent over so I could suck
him. I realised very quickly that my bottom was visible to everyone, but I
forgot about that almost as soon as I had thought it, and as I felt his
penis move inside my mouth again. I began to suck him as I had done before,
and he just lay back and let me take control. I felt his hands caressing my
back and neck, but he was doing nothing active at all. The only vaguely
active thing he did was to take hold of my hand. This felt rather odd, as
it's a gesture that up till then had been associated with my parents and
friends. I could feel him squeezing it, which was another source of
encouragement for me, and it actually made me want to suck him more. I
could also tell from it what he was feeling, as he tended to squeeze hard
when I did something he really liked. I could also tell from it that
something was changing, when he began to squeeze at quicker intervals. I
realised that he was probably going to cum, but I didn't think too much of
it. After all, I considered that he had done the same to me less than half
an hour before.

	As I was becoming more and more certain that he was going to
climax, he suddenly jolted me out of my thoughts by taking my hands away
from his penis. He forcefully took hold of my head, and instead of moving
it around, just kept it still. He began thrusting quite hard into my mouth,
and his penis went deeper in than it had before. I again had trouble with
not choking for a short while, but again I got used to it. He was doing it
fast and rather irregularly, and I looked up to see a very strained look on
his face. I wondered at that point whether I had looked like that when he
was sucking me. After only what was probably a minute or so of doing this,
he took one hand off, and held my head with only one hand. He took his hand
down to his penis, and started masturbating it very fast. His hand kept on
bashing against my chin, but I could do nothing about it, since his hand
was holding me very still. I did try to say that it hurt, but all that came
out were gurgled noises, and I was too busy trying to work out when he was
going to climax to stop him.

	His orgasm followed very shortly after that. He was making some
very odd panting noises, and after another minute or so gasped out `I'm
going to cum, Daniel.' He then said `good boy' and `beautiful boy' a few
times in quick succession, before moaning loudly and saying far too loudly
`I'm cumming'. I was just kneeling there waiting for it to happen. There
was a short moment of silence after this, and I wondered straight away if
he had already done it. I looked up at his face, which looked very
contorted, his mouth wide open. And then he moaned very long and loud and
gripped my head very hard. I knew from looking at him that he was cumming.

	What I didn't expect was what happened. I felt a blast of something
very warm in my throat. It hit the very back of my throat, and immediately
I began to choke. I felt another shot almost immediately on my tongue,
which tasted very musky and bitter. I pushed my head upwards with such
force that it pushed his hand away, which only succeeded in the next shot
going into my mouth and over my lips and chin. I just knelt there, not
having any idea what this stuff was as it kept on coming out of his penis,
spitting out any that had got into my mouth. I closed my eyes and mouth
tightly, and felt at least another two or three shots go on my cheeks and
hair and face, and after that I could feel some hitting my chest and
stomach, all the time listening to him moan loudly. Eventually, I didn't
feel any more hitting me, but I could feel it dripping down my body from my
face and chest. It felt really quite odd, and I wasn't sure whether I was
just stunned by it, but I didn't feel any real emotion about it. I sat
there for what seemed an eternity, feeling this stuff slide down my body
and his penis rubbing against my face and lips, and hearing him breathing
hard. I didn't want to open my eyes in case any of the stuff got in it. If
I had opened my eyes, I would probably have made a run for it. That was
before I felt his mouth on my penis again. I still kept my eyes closed, but
his mouth, over about 5 minutes or so, made me completely forget about the
stuff that was dripping down my body, and eventually dried into a rather
sticky mess on me. I felt a tiny bit drip onto my penis, which I felt him
lick at, which made me feel a bit ill, just at the thought of it, in spite
of the fact that some of it had already gone in my mouth. When it had dried
though, and I could no longer feel it, the sucking he was giving me began
to take over. I could still taste the stuff in my mouth, and I had to fight
off the urge to gag a few times, but again I got used to it, and as I
instinctively washed my mouth out the taste grew gradually weaker.

	After what probably was about 4-5 minutes more of this, I heard him
speak for the first time in a while. He said to me `stand up, Daniel; I
want to have a look at you'. I had no idea why he would want to look at me,
given that I was covered in this disgusting, now dried, stuff, but I opened
my eyes and stood up anyway. For the first time in the evening I felt
totally exposed when I stood up, partly because of his eyes on me and
partly because I suddenly realised that if anyone woke up or came in now
they would see me standing naked in the room, with an erection, covered in
sticky stuff, and with a man with his penis out looking at me and
masturbating himself. He played with himself while staring at me for a
minute or so, before instructing me to `turn around'. I did that, and then
felt more exposed than ever, again not because I knew he would be
masturbating and looking at me from behind, but because I was now facing
the other boys in the dormitory, so the entire front of my body would have
been visible to anyone who woke up. However, the man didn't seem to be
particularly worried about that. I felt him move around behind me, and
heard him mutter under his breath `mm, so sexy' or something like that. I
tried to work out what it was he actually said, and that was the conclusion
I came to, but before I had much time to ponder this, I felt his hands on
me again. He pushed me over a bit, so I was slightly bent over, and I felt
his hand reach around and grab my penis. I also felt, a few seconds after
that, his mouth on my bottom. He began kissing around it, and I felt his
tongue making patterns on it. My first thought was `I really hope he
doesn't make me do this to him', but as he was licking around it did begin
to feel reasonably pleasurable. A few times his tongue found my anus, and
each time stayed there for a brief amount of time, and admittedly it did
feel strangely good when he did that. I was still very conscious of people
seeing me like this, now being masturbated and having my bottom licked at
by some man I'd never met. Soon though, he turned me around, and swallowed
my penis again. I instinctively grabbed hold of his head to support me, but
again I found myself caressing him as he sucked on me. His fingers sneaked
around to fondle my bottom, and I felt a finger occasionally attempt to
push at my anus, but all these things felt rather pleasurable. The only
thing that was concerning me was the boys waking up and seeing me.

	I was jolted out of the pleasure that I was being enveloped in
again by him moving me once more. This time he gently placed a hand on my
stomach, turned me around, and pushed me back onto the bed. I fell back and
sat down, awaiting my next instruction. He went down on me again
immediately, but used his spare hand to try to move my legs up on to the
bed, which I helped him with by doing it. Again, I just lay back, now on
the bed and much more comfortable, and let him suck me. I quickly became
lost in the feelings that were emanating from his actions again, and just
closed my eyes and enjoyed what he was doing. After only a few moments,
though, he took his head off my penis. I opened my eyes, and saw him
looking at me, at which point he asked me `do you want to cum?'. I nodded
and murmured an `uh huh', and reached over to push his head back onto my
penis. Except this time he had other ideas, and responded `No. I want to
see you cum'. I took my hand off the back of his head, and he stood up,
standing over the bed. Again, I thought that anyone who woke up at this
point would not only be able to see me lying naked on the bed, but would be
able to see this man, now standing, playing with me. He reached over, and
took hold of my penis, and began once again to masturbate me. While one of
his hands was playing with my penis, the other was stroking me gently,
mostly on top of my head, fondling my hair. I felt almost compelled to look
at him while he was doing this, and I kept on meeting his gaze, which felt
very odd. After a couple of minutes he knelt down again, and took my penis
in his mouth, which caused me to moan. However, this time I could hear
something else going on, some sort of slapping noise, and it didn't take me
long to realise that he was masturbating himself. He only sucked me for
what must have been a few minutes, before stopping again, and in spite of
my efforts to push his head back down again, he stood up once more, and
began to masturbate me again, though faster this time. It was at this point
when I thought I saw someone move out of the corner of my eye. I sat bolt
upright, and looked over at Billy's bed, to see if there was any more
movement. The man seemed totally unfazed by this, and carried on fondling
me. I watched for a few seconds, saw no movement, but felt unable to sit up
and concentrate for very long because of the man's pleasuring of me. I just
slumped back onto the bed, and went back to concentrating on his hand on
me.

	As I slumped back, he seemed to have another idea of something else
to do with me. He moved slightly higher up the bed, while still
masturbating me, so that his penis was level with my head. Without a second
thought, I craned my neck slightly, and sucked his penis into my mouth. I
could still taste the nasty musky taste that was there from before, but I
was so enjoying the feelings at that moment so I didn't really care. I lay
back, and allowed him to thrust his penis in and out of my mouth, keeping
everything other than my tongue very still. I could hear him quietly
moaning, and the more I sucked on his penis the faster he masturbated
me. The knowledge that I was giving him pleasure, his penis in my mouth and
his hand on my penis, brought me quickly to orgasm. He had sped up his hand
movements to a furious pace, and I felt the familiar feelings begin to rise
from my groin.

	The man must have realised from the look of me that I was about to
cum, and maybe 20 seconds or so before I would have done, he removed his
penis from my mouth. That put me off slightly, and slowed my orgasm a bit,
and it was unexpected, and took my concentration away for a split
second. He moved down towards the lower end of the bed, and took hold of my
penis again. As he began to masturbate, he leant over and, while also
masturbating himself, began to rub the head of his penis against the head
of mine. I lay there watching him I could feel my orgasm building again. I
couldn't take my eyes away from the sight of him masturbating himself, and
I watched him move his whole hand very fast on his penis, and watched his
facial expressions as he did it. Watching him masturbate himself sent me
very quickly over the edge. A few seconds before I climaxed the thought of
the other boys seeing flashed through my mind, but that did nothing to slow
or stop the impending orgasm. As the orgasm hit me, my eyes lost focus a
bit, but I still carried on watching what was happening as best as I
could. I saw the man look me in the eye, and I ended up keeping eye contact
with him as I was cumming.

	During my orgasm, though, he suddenly stopped masturbating me, and
began rubbing his penis against mine. I looked at my penis pulsating by
itself, something I'd never seen before, but almost immediately I heard him
exhale loudly, and whilst the last few pulses of orgasm were hitting me, I
saw some of the gooey stuff shoot out of the end of his penis. I hadn't
seen it clearly when he came before, mainly because it was either in my
mouth or I had my eyes closed, but even though my head was still spinning
from the orgasm I still watched as four or five shots of this stuff landed
first on my stomach, then over my legs and penis. As my orgasm finished, I
just lay back and closed my eyes, trying again to recover. I was by now
absolutely exhausted, and I began to feel quite sleepy. I could hear the
guy breathing heavily, and could still feel his penis rubbing against
mine. When his orgasm had ended, I felt him move up towards the head of the
bed again, and once more felt his penis rubbing on my face. I just lay
there and kept my mouth close, feeling the stickiness of his penis on my
cheeks. When he moved it over my lips, I opened them and sucked it in
again. The taste was very powerful again, but I did the best I could and
tried to lick all around it and suck it well. His penis wasn't as hard as
it was before so it was a lot easier to suck without having breathing
difficulties, but even though I was actually starting to enjoy sucking it,
after only a minute or so he removed his penis from my mouth. I opened my
eyes, to see him putting his penis back in his jeans. He zipped his jeans
up and slumped down on the floor, propping himself up against my tuck box.

	For the first time in a while I looked down and examined myself. As
well as the dried mess that I could see on my chest, there was now a fresh
lot of gooey stuff running all over my groin. I felt some of it run a bit
down the side of my waist. It felt cold, and very sticky. For the first
time in the night the strangeness of the situation struck me. One moment I
had been lying in bed asleep, and here was a few hours later, with a
strange man beside me, and me lying naked on the bed, with an
semi-erection, and covered in strange gooey stuff that came out of the
penis of the strange man. Even stranger for me was that earlier that night
the thing I most wanted to do was go to sleep. By this time, the thing I
most wanted to do was to climb down onto the floor and have sex with a
strange man. Even at the time, I did think this was weird, since I'd never
had the inclination to suck an adult's penis before, and even with an adult
who wanted me to, the fact that I actually wanted to do it then surprised
me. I also thought about standing up and placing my penis in the guy's
mouth for him to suck. In the end though, I was jolted out of my thoughts
by hearing movement from the top bunk.

	I wasn't sure whether Billy had moved, but it made me suddenly
realise that I was lying naked on top of my bed. My first thought was to
reach over and put on my PJs, but the guy had heard the noises too. He
leant over to me and said `hold on.'. I sat there watching as the man got
up and went over to Billy's bed. I whispered "no, don't touch him" as
loudly as I could. The man looked back at me and said "I promise". He poked
Billy and said something like "Hey, wake up. I need your help". Billy
sprang up from the bed, looking terrified, and went to stand over against
the nearest wall. Later on I found out that Billy had in fact seen and
heard most of what happened, but was too scared to say. The man said "it's
okay, don't worry. I just want you to take a picture of us together.". The
man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small camera, handing it to
Billy. The embarrassment returned. I didn't want anyone to take a photo of
me looking like this. The man showed Billy how to use the camera and then
came over to me, sitting down beside me and immediately reaching to my
penis again, stroking it until it was hard once more. All I could think of
was the horrible mess that was all over me, and that it would be in a photo
forever. The man gave Billy the thumbs up with his spare hand, and leant
over to again take my penis in his mouth. The camera flashed, and the man
stood up again, moving over to my head and taking his penis out of his
jeans. He said "suck", so I opened my mouth and did as he said. I really
didn't want him to hurt Billy. He gave Billy another thumbs up and the
flash went off again. "Last one" he said, and told me to "smile", taking
his penis out of my mouth and resting it against my cheek. I smiled as I
was told, and the flash went off again. The man quickly put his penis away,
seeming to be in a rush all of a sudden, and went to get the camera from
Billy, who gave it to him and quickly crawled back into bed.

The man came over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said
"beautiful boy" once more. I was feeling a mixture of anger that Billy had
been involved, but also gladness that he hadn't been hurt. The man said
"2-o-clock, Saturday.", smiled at me and walked out of the room. My mind
was spinning, I couldn't really think of anything at all. I heard Billy say
"are you alright?". I responded with a "mhm", asked him the same question,
though I didn't really hear the answer. I lay there in a daze, hugging the
duvet, until I drifted off to sleep...