Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2010 15:57:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Whoring Student Life 1 (Revised)

Recess had just finished. I was back at my school desk. The teacher walked
through the aisle and looked at me with a critical eye. He had never liked
me much and he was not interested in my work either. I talked too many
politics, he often remarked

-You had better concentrate on your artwork instead of discussing
fascism. Why are you studying the creative arts if you don't like the
society we live in? He asked aggressively.

I remained dumbfound at the illogical question of his. But soon my head
turned to the playground. The sixth graders were playing volley. One of
them, my favorite boy, was there too. He was so cute; his body was thin,
but not scrawny. His white gym shorts were ever so tight. The folds and
creases caused by his package made him all the more attractive and
promising to me.  I imagined him taking a shower after volley, how I'd
wished to be a fly and zoom in there. Of course the entire class of his was
interesting, but his tight gym shorts made his little bum stand out so much
more from the others.I wished I could have him on my lap.

-Alex, will you please concentrate on your work, it's nearly the end of
this hour. I was brutally woken up from my reverie.  It was true, I hadn't
done a thing but dreaming and staring at all the boys's arses that were
hopping, jumping in the air. The boy had long hair, longer than Donny
Osmond. His face was a bit outlandish,it wasn't a typical Belgian one at
all. His lips curled around the corners of a big mouth.

At night, in my bed, I tore off my plain white Y-briefs and closed my
eyes. Just the thought of him was enough to stiffen my young rod. I was
only fifteen myself, and I had no idea how society would label the
obsession I had. It I remember that one day I decided not to take the first
commuters train home and instead planned to follow the boy home. It was
wintertime I remember; he always wore a red jacket with an imitation fur up
his collar. But the jacket was way too small; he had obviously outgrown
it. I felt exited with the idea of following him to his house. As the clock
struck four I hurried to the school gate and waited for him. I had to be
sure he went home alone. The street by the school was jostling with dozens
of pupils hurrying to the train station which was only 10 minutes down the
road. He didn't notice me at all. He carried a schoolbag on his back and
walked at leisurely pace through the street. He lived nearby, I
thought. Truly lucky I was. Half an hour later I didn't look over his
shoulder once. Too bad he wasn't wearing his white shorts now, nevertheless
his bum was as round and tight in his trousers as in his shorts. I followed
him at some reasonable distance.

I noticed we had arrived in an area that was definitely a Turkish one...I
had never been here before; it smelled different and looked as if I was in
another part of the world. Towels, clothes and blankets were hanging from a
washing line that went from one side to the street to the other.  The boy
had a key and opened the door of his house and went in.

My mouth dried up,anxiety took control of me. What the hell was I doing
here? I decided to sit opposite his house to wait and see what would happen
next. In an hour it would be dark already. And I would be on my own
here. My mum wouldn't know, but she'd be worried soon. Maybe she 
wouldn't as she might be in bed sleeping off her Valium dose, on which she
had become dependent. The sky looked as it was going to snow, but it
didn't. I cajoled myself by snuggling my knees in my arms.

Suddenly the light went on in a room right before me. There he
appeared...in his undies. Gosh, I wasn't dreaming this, was I?

I had a good view as he had switched on the light in is room. The prospects
of seeing something of him again looked much better. I saw how he slipped
his undershirt over his head, followed by pulling down his trendy coloured
briefs. Wow, and the lad had no idea I was watching. I was totally
engrossed with the scene when behind me a door opened up. I turned my head,
and there stood a tall man looking down on me. I had been sitting on the
doorstep, but he wasn't angry at all.  -Bonsoir, (good evening) he said.
-Bonsoir, I replied.

Then he moved his gaze from me to the boy's window and said: Cést jolli
non? (Nice isn't it?), he said pointing at it.  I nodded a big yes. Did he
mean he liked the same thing? Just then the boy drew the curtains, the show
was over. My hard-on had slumped back into a soft snail.

-Why don't you come in for a cup of tea? It's getting too cold to sit here.

I don't know why, but I accepted his invitation. He seemed truly kind and
warm.

Inside it was rather dark but cozy. He had a TV set and a tape player.

-You sound Flemish, are you?

-Yes,I am. And what about you, sir, are you Turkish?

-Mmh, he smiled.

He looked straight in my eyes.

-They are so blue, your eyes. It is a most stunning blue which one rarely
comes across.  Having said that, he hastily took a seat and on the sette
and pulled me by his side. It made me uneasy.

-Are you alone here?

-Yes, I don't live in Brussels.

-You look like you're about fourteen, he said while staring at my crotch.

It was true I had a small built and looked quite frail too.

-I am only fifteen.

-Don't feel guilty for being much older. I like any age.

That was a strange statement, for a man.

-What's your name?

-Alex.

-A beautiful name, indeed.

-Look, I have to go soon, catch my train. My mum will get worried.

-You can call her from here.

-Really? Maybe I should just do that.

As I got the phone in my hands, I noticed various photographs on the wall,
mostly men or boys.

-Strange, I thought, maybe he likes what I like?

I had my fake denims on, my mum didn't like Jeans, and she always bought
her own taste and forced me to wear it.

-Jeans are indecent, she always said. But the ones I got on looked more
indecent, than she could ever have imagined. In retrospect they sat so
tight on my skin like Lycra, men must have looked at my crotch and bum all
the time when I was unaware of it, but now I was definitely aware of this
guy ogling at it.

When on the phone I saw this him staring at my bum too.

-She said it is ok for me to stay a bit longer in the city.

-Sit down my friend or would you sit and watch a bit TV with me?

-I don't mind, I said.

I really missed a loving father in my young life, I think; anyone who was a
bit nice to me could have wrapped me up and take me home. The movie we
watched was dubbed in French, some old John Wayne movie. Only one light was
kept on next to the TV. I saw him looking intently at me; I pretended not
to see it. His hand was close to mine.

-Alex, don't you think it is warm here? Shall I turn off the stove a bit?

-No, but if you don't mind I'll take my sweater off.

-Of course, feel at home, my dear.

I hadn't thought of it, but having said that, I had given him the idea that
I was after something bodily. I was really very immature and innocent,
indeed. Still, even though I was very fond of boys myself, adults just left
me cold.

-Do you know how this boy´s name?

-The one over there? Yes, his name is Luc. His dad is Turkish, his mum
Belgian. Do you know him?

 -Yes, I lied. He goes to my school. I spoke only once to him.  - He is
a beautiful boy...like you, the man said.  -No he is pretty and cute, but I
no...I am.  -No, you are, really you are. You should love yourself more my
dear..

Having said this, his hand lay already on my upper thigh and his fingers
were marching toward my crotch. They walked up a stiff slope, reached the
zipper and quickly my fly lay open. I froze up. He noticed it and said:

-Alex, don't say no more non-sense, you are so gorgeous.

He had managed to take hold of my wagging penis which he kept kneading and
squeezing, making it stiffer.  It seemed he lost control of himself because
he movements accelerated. He pushed me over and I landed on my back on the
settee and I was now facing a man leaning over me. My heart was beating
with apprehension and horniness at the same time. I was afraid, why was I
afraid? Wasn't this what I had wanted to do with the young boy?

His hand adjusted my thighs; meaning he spread-eagled me.

-Your trousers are so tight, my dear. Let me take them off. He didn't wait
for my reply; his one hand was already neatly under my bum joining the
other one. I said nothing; I was plain paralyzed. I let it all happen as if
I were watching a movie.

He had his mouth wide open, showing all his teeth. His mustache covered his
upper lip, which he touched with the tip of his tongue. He moved his
fingers again to my cock and pulled at it. He caressed from the root of the
shaft as if her were milking a cow sliding up to the top where he closed my
foreskin by clenching it in a fist.

-It's on its way, isn't it? he asked. You like it, huh?

I looked at my imprisoned rod poking through the fly. I pushed it back into
my underwear.

-Let's get it over with; I want to see your nice pussy.  -I have no pussy,
I am a boy, I retorted angrily. I felt humiliated, he was getting ever so
rude.  -Every sissy boy has a pussy, he joked. And I will be your prince
charming tonight.

He laughed. I couldn't believe he was saying this, I didn't even know his
name. He was too strong; and I was no match to resist his muscled arms. He
arched his back and then placed both and on the waistband of my trousers
and tore them down.

-Oh, Alex, look at your neat legs and the big banana in your
underpants. How many times do you jack off in a day?

I smiled a bit and said: -Four times.  -Four times, thinking of him?  -Yes,
I admitted.  -Like you think of him, I think of boys like you, a gorgeous
tapette  (faggot) whose little pussy turn me on. Lift up your legs; let
me smell you a bit.

My penis was now at full force, whopping inside, begging to be released
from this suffocating tent. In a minute that tent was gone too and I had
this man squatting over my face.

-Lick my balls, will you?

They smelled urine and sweat, I touched a little bit, I nearly puked.

-Come on Alex; don't be that childish, think of how it would be: he licking
yours and the joy he would give you.

I tried hard to become that boy, but I don't know whether he would lick
these balls, which were hanging over me. I licked anyway for ten minutes at
least. His cock was a cut one, like all Muslims have. Now he was getting
high on me. He turned around and put his dick in my mouth.

-Suck it fast.  -No, I cannot do this.  -Do it, please?

First reluctantly, then gradually I was moving up-tempo and shoving my lips
farther and farther. I took him up to his balls. He didn't let off.
Suddenly, he got off me and ran to the kitchen.

-Hang on and wait there, ok?

Should I obey or run away, but how, naked into the cold? It was already ten
pm, and my last train had gone.

-On your tummy, quickly, he ordered.

God, no, he didn't mean that, did he?

-Come on Alex, don't tease me; I'll do it slowly and lovingly.

He had a cup of margarine in his hands. I stuck up my bum and he applied
the margarine.

-Ok. Now relax, think of your boy and everything will go fine as it is.

I felt the tip of his glans touching my sphincter. I cramped and refused to
open up.

Then without a word he forced his cock up my gully.

-Ouch, no it hurts! I yelped.  -Yes, you are a real virgin, how lucky I am,
he chuckled.

He was right, no one had ever fucked me and he was pistoning in and out. It
felt hot but it hurt more. His hairy arm squeezed my belly. He groped for
my dick and jacked it off. Now I was feeling something I never felt
before. I saw this boy in front of me, me doing it to him and I to him.

-AAAAAAAAAAAAgh, he grunted and convulsed against my poop.

Good job Alex.

He pulled it out like a flat balloon that had lost the air. Mine was still
standing. Both of us looked at it.

-Next time I'll make you come, I am too tired now.

What a selfish bastard, I thought. I was angry.

-I want to go home now, but there is no more train at this hour.  -Sleep
here with me; tell your mum you are staying a t a school friend's home.

That's what I did. By eleven we went u the stairs to his room. It was warm,
unlike my bedroom, which was glacial the whole winter because those days we
couldn't afford heating. The bed frame was guilt and the wall color was
pinkish with a Turkish flag pinned on it. In front of his window stood a a
large telescope.

-Are you a stargazer?  -What do think?

The telescope was pointed at the boy's bedroom.

-You are kidding me? You too spy on him.  -I am more a boygazer. Come over
here, I show you something.

In his cabinet he opened up a drawer in which he found a portfolio.

-Open up.

I did and I gasped. A pair of imberbe genitals in close up was staring at
me. Next picture. Luc, Naked! Looking through the window.  Next one: Luc´s
bum.  Next one: Luc´s on his bed, playing with his pisser. Next one: Luc
jacking off.  The last one did it, though: Luc with a man who has his
finger up his arse...

-Is that his dad?  -No, I know him, it is his half brother, and he was here
on a holiday from Istanbul. Luc had him fingering his cute arse every night
and morning, and before he went to school, his half brother would fuck him.

-I cannot believe it, and I thought he was so innocent.  -Not as innocent
as you, my dear. You see, you are a virgin and he isn't.  -I tell you what:
why don't you come here every day and have sex with me, one day I you will
be able to play with him in my house. Pretend you know nothing. I'll call
him over. I have never been able to, because I am a single man, but with
you here, the parents will think it is normal for boys to play together. I
know he likes chess and stratego.  -Great idea. By the way what's your
name?  -God, yes, sorry, we just made anonymous love, didn't we? My name is
Abdul.

 Now get in bed and move to the left. Abdul got into his pajamas and
got his arms around me. I felt his mustache brushing over my neck. Then he
kissed me intensely.

-Goodnight, my love.

The light was switched off. In the morning I was the first one to watch Luc
getting dressed. He was awesome, couldn't take my eyes off him. I followed
him to school like I had come here.

-Alex, will you please finish your artwork, what are you watching outside
Anyway? I don't see any girls, the teacher teased.

My schoolmates laughed at me. They had no idea, how mature I had grown in
one night.


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