Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 18:23:58 +0400
From: Nifty Story <niftystory@yandex.com>
Subject: Boy Actor Tales - Part 5 - Oliver Davis's Medical Emergency

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To follow on from my recent story 'The Beckham Boys' I decided to start a
series that would allow me to feature a different boy actor every chapter
and have that chapter be about just him.

I thought this would make it more believable than stories that seem to
result in a orgy occurring between random boys, and would allow me to keep
it interesting and try out different things.

I have a few boy actors in mind already, but if there are any boys you
would specifically like me to write about then please let me know, and I
will give it some thought.

Next up is Oliver Davis, and given he is now 21 please see the below image
to get a taste of how I was imagining him here (it's a safe and legal
image):

http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/oliver_davis/Oliverdavia.jpg

He is not one of the more well known boy actors, seen mainly on the show
'E.R.' for a couple of seasons as the character 'Alex Taggart' before he
was recast due to his commitments on the sitcom 'Rodney' where he played
the older son called 'Jack Hamilton'.

I absolutely fell in love with him on the show 'E.R.', it getting to the
point of me struggling to even watch it knowing I would see him but never
meet him, so forgive my self indulgence here! I have set this midway during
him time on 'E.R.' when Oliver would have been approximately 11 years old.


Part 5 – Oliver Davis's Medical Emergency

Oliver Davis crept along the corridor off which the main cast dressing
rooms of the show 'E.R.' were located, doing his best to keep tight to the
wall as he moved from doorway to doorway. He had been caught coming down
this corridor before by one of the production assistants and was sternly
told off for bothering the main actors, the production assistant assuming
he was just making a nuisance of himself.

Oliver had been playing the recurring guest role of 'Alex Taggart' on the
show for around six months now, and in that time he had grown to absolutely
love being on set. It was full of a million and one cool medical things,
something that really interested Oliver, much like his on screen character.

But more than the surroundings, it was the people that made him want to
spend as much time on set as possible. They were all so friendly and funny,
and none more so that Goran Visnjic, who played his on screen Mom's on
again/off again boyfriend 'Dr Luka Kovac'. The Croatian actor had taken the
time to sit and talk to Oliver from the very first day they had met,
showing him lots of cool things, and was really unlike any man Oliver had
ever met.

He was sneaking down the corridor so he could wait in Goran's dressing
room, desperate to spend more time with him. Goran never told him off or
said he was too busy or got annoyed with him. Compared to Oliver's own Dad,
who was a mean disciplinarian who thought children should be seen and not
heard, spending time with Goran was amazing and the little 11 year old boy
craved it as much as he did anything else.

At a pint sized 4"6 Oliver was somewhat shorter than average for his age,
something which helped being an child actor, as casting agents were always
looking for children who were older but could pass for younger. He had
shaggy, medium brown hair that was almost never combed neatly and fell
around his eyes and face, framing it perfectly, his brown eyes staring out
from beneath it. He had a cute little nose and thin pink lips, with his
skin being a light tan colour all year round. His body was slim and tight,
with as yet no sign of puberty interrupting and altering his cute, boyish
good looks.

He passed the fourth door along the dimly lit corridor, knowing that
Goran's door was the sixth. It was unusual for a set to have semi-permanent
dressing rooms, but the long running show had found it easier and cheaper
to do that rather than having row upon row of trailers. Oliver made it past
the fifth door and reached Goran's, the actor's name on a laminated piece
of paper attached to it.

Oliver looked up and down the corridor before turning the handle quietly
and opening the door, moving inside quickly and leaning close to the door
as he ever so gently closed it behind him, not wanting to make the
slightest sound.

Relaxing now he had made it to his intended destination, the 11 year old
looked around the dressing room, finding it much as it always was. Goran
wasn't the neatest person in the world and the small room was filled with
various trinkets, photos of seemingly everyone the Croatian actor knew
stuck around the dressing table mirror such that it was difficult even to
see into it any more.

Oliver moved over to the dressing table, picking up the bottle of
aftershave that Goran usually wore and holding it up to his little nose,
taking a sniff in and closing his eyes. The smell reminded him of Goran and
he sprayed a bit out onto his hands and rubbed it on his smooth face and
neck, wanting to be as much like Goran as he could.

He moved over to the small grey sofa that ran along one side of the room
and sat down, looking over towards the door that led to the small shower
and toilet, hidden slightly behind a silver clothes rail on which hung some
of the various costumes that Goran wore in his role. Oliver spotted one of
Goran's white lab coats, getting up off the sofa and pulling it off the
rail before putting it on, walking around the room and doing his best
impression of Goran in his role of 'Dr Luka Kovac', giggling to himself as
he did so.

He took the lab coat off, returning to the clothes rail and hanging it back
up, only just able to the reach the hanger before turning to sit back down
on the grey sofa. He was dressed in a blue and white long sleeved baseball
t-shirt and tan combat pants, topped off by multicoloured sneakers.

His Mom had dropped him off at 5AM that morning, and at that moment he was
technically supposed to be with the onset tutor, but he always managed to
give the 60 something woman the slip much to her annoyance. He wasn't about
to let her stand in the way of his time with Goran.

He lay back on the sofa now, moving one of the battered old pillows under
his head and turning onto his side, feeling comfortable in the warm
dressing room. He wasn't quite sure how to describe his feelings about
Goran, his young mind not yet able to really process it, but to anyone else
it was nothing short of being in love.

Oliver had begun to realise that he had feelings for boys and men, noticing
that he couldn't help but look at other boys in the school showers, his
dick often beginning to harden at the sights he saw. He had searched for
porn on the internet when he could get on the computer at home, and found
he almost always clicked on the gay ones, watching as the various men
sucked each other's dicks, his small tanned hand in his pyjama bottoms and
squeezing his desperately hard 3 inch cut erection.

He wondered many times what Goran looked like naked, the thought almost
always causing him to get hard. He had managed to see Goran with his shirt
off once or twice, and one time in a towel after a shower before Goran had
chased him out of his dressing room, but never more than that. He hoped he
would get the chance one day.

He felt his eyes grow heavy, the sofa feeling comfortable and the early 5AM
shooting start weighing heavily on him, and decided to close his eyes for
just a few moments. He didn't feel himself falling asleep, and seconds
later his chest was rising gently in the steady rhythm of relaxed sleep,
the world around him now shut out.

Goran Visnjic walked casually down the corridor that housed the cast
dressing rooms, holding a bound copy of a script out in front of him and
muttering lines of medical jargon to himself as he did his best to memorise
them. He loved acting, but acting on 'E.R.' required him to perform
linguistic acrobatics that he had not previously thought possible, and the
fact that English was his second language didn't make things any easier.

At 6"4 he was one of the tallest actors on 'E.R.', and his dark, eastern
European looks had caused just about everyone to swoon at his feet, whether
he had wanted them to or not. He had dark black hair, hazel green eyes and
a slim and muscular body.

He reached the door to his dressing room and opened it without really
looking where he was going, the script held out in front of him, still
muttering the lines to himself as he entered and closed the door behind
him. He moved over to the small dressing table, placing the script down on
it and sitting down on the padded swivel chair. He noticed that a bottle of
his aftershave was in the middle of the table, the top off and to one side,
and then spotted the reflection for Oliver on the sofa behind him in the
dressing table mirror.

"Hey, what did I tell you........" he started as he turned around smiling,
before he noticed that Oliver was asleep and falling silent. He got up off
the chair and moved over to the sleeping 11 year old, smiling down tenderly
at him. Oliver looked so utterly peaceful, a little angel in every way
imaginable.

Goran had known from the moment he saw Oliver that the boy was going to
steal his heart. He had long since been a boy lover, and had been able to
have several secretive relationships with boys back in his native Croatia
where laws and attitudes were more relaxed, and the boys more willing to
engage in such things.

Since coming to America it had become immediately apparent that such things
could never work here, and more so that being a well known actor meant that
the press wanted to know every little detail of your life, and would pounce
on the slightest suspicion of impropriety should he ever look longingly at
some boy or other.

Oliver had latched onto him almost immediately, and he had revelled in the
boy's seemingly obvious love for him, clearly desperate for some older male
attention given what Goran had subsequently learned about Oliver's
relationship with his father.

At first he had thought that was all it was, a young boy desperate for a
male role model and wanting to simply be loved, but as time passed he began
to notice that it was more than that. Oliver seemed to hang on his every
word, Goran often catching the 11 year old staring at him, their eyes
meeting and a smile being exchanged. There were a hundred other little
things too like the way Oliver had to be in physical contact with Goran as
much as he could, even it was just leaning against him, to the way the boy
would hold his hand when he thought no one else was looking.

He doubted Oliver knew what love was, or if he even had anything remotely
approaching a sexual thought in his young life thus far, but there was
definitely something more than friendship there. Goran was afraid to pursue
it though, knowing what the consequences could be for him and not sure if
he could risk losing the opportunity to live the life he had always dreamed
of as a poor actor back in his native Croatia.

With Oliver however Goran felt like it might just be worth that risk, and
each moment that he spent with the adorable 11 year old felt like yet
another step down that path. As he watched the 11 year old Oliver sleep
soundly on the sofa in front of him he knew his resolve would break before
too long. He bent down onto his knees and reached out a hand to gently
stroke the sleeping boy's hair, hearing him quietly murmur something
unintelligible in his sleep as he did so.

He bent down to Oliver wanting to smell the sweet little boy and noticing
the scent of his own aftershave there, it not being the first time Oliver
had put some on, clearly wanting to be as much like Goran as he possibly
could. He placed his hand on the young boy's smooth cheek, the tanned skin
feeling warm to Goran's touch, and gently caressed his face.

Goran desperately wanted to stay in that moment, maybe even to lay down
with Oliver and pull the small, warm boy close to him, but he knew that
sooner or later someone would come looking for him. Oliver's attachment to
Goran was well known, so the Croatian actor's dressing room was always a
likely hiding place for the 11 year old, not there was any suspicion of any
impropriety on Goran's part, he being the star of the show at present.

He reached out a hand to gently shake Oliver by the shoulder, the young boy
stirring from sleep slowly, resistant to the attempts to wake him up at
first. A few more gentle shakes were enough to rouse him.

"Goran....I..." Oliver said groggily, a yawn overtaking him mid sentence,
"How long was I asleep for?" Oliver asked, looking up at Goran who was
still on his haunches and bent over him.

"I don't know. I came back from the set to find you sleeping here like
something out of Goldilocks and the three bears. Lucky I didn't have any
porridge right? Or you would have eaten it! You did steal my aftershave
again though didn't you?" Goran replied, smiling and reaching down to
tickle Oliver's tummy eliciting a beautiful giggle from the 11 year old as
he did so.

"You said I could use it" Oliver replied after his giggles died down,
enjoying the feeling of Goran's hand as it rested on his tummy, feeling a
fluttering sensation forming there.

"Yes, but I said you had to ask too didn't I?" Goran replied, mockingly
exacerbated.

"But you weren't here! I can't ask if you aren't here right?" Oliver
replied, smiling up at Goran and explaining what to him was an obvious
loophole.

"Funny boy. Aren't you supposed to be off with the grey destroyer?" Goran
asked, using the name Oliver had given his set tutor, his dislike for her
coming across whenever he mentioned her.

"Yes, but I can hide out here for a little while right?" Oliver asked
hopefully.

"Just until she starts stalking the halls looking for you, OK?" Goran
replied, looking down into Oliver's deep brown eyes and knowing he could
never refuse him.

"Cool" Oliver replied, Goran moving his hand away from the 11 year old's
tummy and going to sit down on his padded swivel chair. He pulled out some
wet wipes from a container on the table and used them to remove the light
set make-up he had on. Oliver got up off the sofa and came over to stand
beside him, the young boy leaning against Goran's shoulder.

"Are you finished with your scenes for the day?" Goran asked, turning his
head to look at Oliver.

"Yeah, but I have to wait till six o'clock for my Mom to come get me. It
sucks, there is nothing to do and I know that witch will make me study
instead. I study more here then I do at school!" Oliver moaned.

"Well it is good to learn things, how else will you get a job earning
millions when you are older?" Goran asked, removing the last of the make-up
from his face and chucking the discarded wipes into the trash can under the
dressing table.

"I don't need to be smart to be an actor do I, I mean just look at you?!"
Oliver said, collapsing into a fit of giggles as Goran grabbed him and
pulled him onto his lap, mercilessly tickling the squirming 11 year old as
he did so.

"Stop, stop it please, you are gonna make me pee" Oliver begged through
fits of laughter, Goran finally releasing him.

"I can't have you peeing on my good trousers, so I will let you off this
time you cheeky boy" Goran replied shaking his finger at Oliver, Oliver
having moved across the room just out of Goran's reach.

"Yeah, bite me you Croatian bastard" Oliver said, grinning. He just about
managed to move in time to avoid Goran as the tall Croatian lunged towards
him.

"You know I don't like you swearing, only lazy people swear instead of
using their words" Goran said somewhat sternly, Oliver's smile fading, "So
in future, 'You Croatian man whose mother was unmarried when she gave birth
to you' would be more appropriate" he added, smiling at the confused look
on Oliver's face.

"What?" Oliver replied, perplexed.

"A bastard. It's what they call someone who's mother gave birth to them
outside of marriage, it caused a lot of shame to young women" Goran
replied.

"Is that what it means? I just thought it was a cool curse word" Oliver
replied, smiling.

"God, you Americans. You use these words and don't even know what they
mean. What am I going to do with you?!" Goran replied, smiling.

"You are stuck with me, sorry" Oliver replied, giving Goran a look that
would melt any man's heart.

"I guess so. So what should we do then? Do you want to risk going to the
catering truck? Noah said that they had a huge box of Krispy Kreme
doughnuts, you like those right?" Goran said, moving to stand up.

"Oh really? Cool. But what if the grey destroyer sees us?" Oliver said.

"Oh I think we can give her the slip, me an you, yes?" Goran replied,
heading over to the door, Oliver as ever in close attendance.

Goran opened the door and held it open for Oliver, closing it behind them
both. He smiled as Oliver silently slipped his hand into his as they walked
down the corridor, holding gently onto Oliver's hand in return. They heard
the sound of someone's footsteps coming towards them down the corridor,
Oliver quickly slipping his hand from Goran's grasp.

The large overweight form of the 60 year old set tutor appeared in front of
the pair, her face like thunder, her cheeks red and flushed from all the
walking she must have been doing looking for Oliver. She had Oliver's coat
and rucksack in her hand.

"There you are! Where have you been?" She said sternly.

"I'm sorry Sarah, he was with me. We have a scene coming up and I wanted to
run through the lines" Goran replied, holding his hands up in apology and
flashing the grey haired woman his best and most charming smile.

"Oh, well I suppose that is OK Goran. But you mustn't let him bother you,
he can get quite out of hand" Sarah replied, never failing to fall for the
handsome Croatian actor's charms.

"I keep him in line" Goran replied, sternly reaching out a hand to grip
Oliver's shoulder, Oliver standing to attention and looking appropriately
chastened as he realised the act that was required, trying desperately to
suppress a smile.

"Good. Well I have to drop him off home tonight, his Mom won't be able to
make it in time to collect him. I have several errands to run before I can
drop him off so we need to get going now" She replied, pleased at the stern
and disciplined approach Goran seemed to be taking with Oliver.

"We have to go now?" Oliver exclaimed, unable to keep the whining sound out
of his voice, his disappointment clear. He really wanted to go and spend
some time with Goran.

"Yes. Come here and take your things, I don't have time to mess around"
Sarah shot back sternly as Oliver moved to take his coat and put it on,
before pulling his rucksack onto his back.

Goran looked down at Oliver as the 11 year old shot him a pleading look,
clearly desperate not to have to go home with the grey destroyer. Normally
Goran would have shrugged and done his best to ignore the look, but for
some reason he decided not to that day.

"Sarah, I could really do with more of Oliver's help on the scene. Could
you perhaps delay leaving for a while?" Goran offered, catching the sudden
smile on Oliver's face, the boy hopeful.

"I am sorry Goran, but I couldn't possibly do that. I have some very
important errands to run" Sarah replied pompously, her false sense of self
importance obvious.

Oliver's face sunk, his head dropping to look at the floor, something Goran
noticed. He couldn't believe what he was about to say, but something about
the pompous woman and the way she was being to this adorable boy seemed to
spurn him into action.

"I see. Well I wouldn't want to interrupt that as I know you are an
important woman here on set. Perhaps I can take Oliver home for you, I go
past his home anyway so I am sure it won't be a problem?" Goran offered,
trying his best to sound respectful and deferential.

Sarah thought about it for a few moments, looking at Goran and then down to
the 11 year old boy beside him. She was torn between wanting to meet her
responsibilities and the convenience of having the troublesome 11 year old
off her hands, "I suppose I could ring his Mom and ask if it is OK. My
duties are of course important, but I wouldn't want to stand in the way of
your craft Goran" she answered eventually.

"Of course, and I appreciate that. You can use my cell phone if you wish,
it will save you the cost of the call" Goran offered, reaching into his
pocket and taking out his cell phone. Sarah took it with a nod, clearly
pleased to save the few cents that the call would cost.

"How very kind of you" she replied, reaching into her pocket for her own
phone and bringing up the number of Oliver's Mom, tapping it into Goran's
phone and hitting dial.

"Hello, Mrs. Davis? Yes, it's Sarah here. I am due to drop off young Oliver
to you this evening, but it seems he is needed on set to help Goran with a
scene" Sarah said, "Yes, that's the one. Goran has kindly offered to drop
off Oliver on his way home as I have important errands to run, would that
be acceptable" she said, listening to the response.

Oliver looked on as she talked, the 11 year old praying that his Mom would
agree, looking up to Goran and smiling hopefully at the tall Croatian.

"OK, that's fine. I shall give him your address, and will see you and
Oliver tomorrow morning. Thank you for your time Mrs. Davis, and good day
to you" Sarah said formally, before ending the call and handing Goran's
phone back to him.

Goran felt Oliver beginning to jump up beside him and pushed the 11 year
old down with the hand he still had on his shoulder, Oliver realising why
and trying to contain his obvious excitement as best as he could, it coming
out in the form of the the young boy's sudden fidgeting on the spot.

"OK, his Mom says that is fine. Shall I give you Oliver's address?" Sarah
said.

"I know it, I can tell him" Oliver interrupted.

"Very well. I will see you tomorrow morning Oliver, bright and
early. Goran, thank you for taking him off my hands, it is very kind of
you" Sarah said, Goran nodding in acknowledgement and watching as the
pompous woman walked away.

"What an utter bitch" Goran said finally, once Sarah was out of earshot.

"Hey, I thought you said only lazy people swore?" Oliver said, grinning up
at Goran.

"There are exceptions to every rule" Goran said letting out a little
laugh. Oliver moved to wrap his arms around Goran's waist in a tight hug,
Goran placing his hand onto Oliver's head as he did so.

"Thank you so much Goran. Why did you do that?" Oliver asked as he removed
his arms from around Goran's waist, moving to place his hand in Goran's
again as they stood in the corridor.

"I don't know, I just didn't like how she was being towards you. So what
should we do now? You want to go get those Krispy Kreme's or should we go
do something else?" Goran asked.

"Can we go to your house? I have never seen it before" Oliver asked after
thinking for a moment.

"I am not sure if I should" Goran replied, the thought of someone see and
thinking it an odd thing to do niggling at him.

"Please Goran. I really wanna see where you live" Oliver pleaded, again
giving Goran a look that Goran simply couldn't turn down.

"OK, but we probably shouldn't tell your Mom or anyone, it is odd for a man
and a boy to be such good friends if they are not related is it not?" Goran
replied.

"I guess so, but I don't care. Lets go now please" Oliver replied still
holding tightly onto Goran's hand.

"OK. I need to get my stuff from the dressing room first, so wait here"
Goran replied, releasing the 11 year old's hand and turning back towards
his dressing room.

He quickly went inside and collected his things, before joining Oliver back
in the corridor and leading the boy out in the opposite direction towards
the exit and the cast and crew parking area, the boy again slipping his
hand into Goran's as they walked.

They exited out the rear door and headed across the small parking area,
Oliver letting out a whoop of delight as they reached Goran's black Porsche
911. There were certainly some perks to working on a successful show.

"Is this your car? Oh my god it is so freaking cool" the 11 year old
exclaimed, quickly getting into the passenger seat and putting his rucksack
between his legs as Goran opened the door for him, slamming it shut as
Oliver let out more enthusiastic noises as he looked around the small
sports car's interior.

They travelled the short distance to Goran's home in much the same way,
Oliver exclaiming how amazing the car was, Goran unable to resist putting
it through it's paces to giggles of delight from the boy beside him, the
sound utterly intoxicating. Goran pulled the nippy sports car into his
private driveway as he reached his home, the gates opening automatically
for him.

He led the excitable Oliver up the short set of stone steps and into his LA
home, Oliver dropping his rucksack and coat onto the floor just inside the
door with wild abandon before running off to explore, calling out various
things to Goran as he did so. Goran bent down to pick up the 11 year old's
coat and rucksack and hung them on the coat stand by the door. He smiled to
himself at Oliver's boyish exuberance, it being one of the many things that
he loved about him.

Oliver suddenly appeared before Goran in the hallway, a look of utter
delight on his face, "You have a pool?! Can we go swimming?" he said,
practically jumping up and down on the spot.

"But you don't have your trunks?" Goran asked.

"I can swim in my underwear, please Goran!" Oliver begged, reaching out
with his hands to grab onto Goran's in excitement.

"OK, OK! But wait for me, I need to go and get into my trunks OK?" Goran
replied, smiling to himself as Oliver let out an exaggerated sigh.

"OK, but hurry up" Oliver replied moving to sit on the stairs, clearly
planning to wait there until Goran came down from the bedrooms.

Goran headed up the stairs, doing his best to hurry. He was excited too,
especially given Oliver had just said he was going to swim in his pool in
his underwear. He had never even so much as see the 11 year old shirtless
before, never mind in his underwear. He felt a stirring inside his boxers,
knowing that today might be the day that Oliver finally broke his
resistance.

He quickly entered his room and rooted around in his dressing area for his
swimming shorts, hurriedly removing his clothes and pulling them on,
smiling to himself at how he was getting caught up in the excitement just
like the 11 year old Oliver.

He passed across the hallway to grab two towels from the airing cupboard,
before heading back down the stairs to where Oliver was sitting, the boy
getting up and reaching out a hand to pull Goran along with him and out to
the pool area. Goran placed the two towels onto the sun loungers that sat
on the small patio area, watching on as Oliver began to remove his clothes.

Oliver pulled the blue and white long sleeved baseball t-shirt over his
head revealing a slim pale chest, small brown nipples and a tight boy tummy
with cute innie belly button. He sat down on his butt, impatiently pulling
his sneakers and white socks off his feet before standing up facing Goran
and pulling down the tan combat trousers in one move, not bothering to undo
the button or zip, revealing his red boxer briefs.

Goran smiled to himself at the nearly naked boy before him, noting the slim
body and tight boy tummy, as well as the little bulge at the front of the
11 year old's red boxer briefs. He was just as sexy as Goran had imagined,
and he smiled again as Oliver turned away and the boy's tight butt came
into view, the fabric of his red boxer briefs outlining it perfectly, Goran
almost gasping at the sight.

Oliver launched himself into a bombing dive into the pool, large splashes
of water leaving it as he did so, some even catching Goran and making the
tall Croatian laugh. Only a boy could manage to do that he thought. Goran
jumped in the pool after him, making enough of a splash himself.

They played around for an hour or so, Oliver getting Goran to toss him
across the pool to great whoops of delight, the boy having fun and
forgetting about anything else. It was so amazing for Goran to simply be
alone with Oliver, no one looking to make sure if it was appropriate or
not. Soon Oliver began to tire, the 11 year old moving towards Goran in the
pool and wrapping his arms around his neck, his bare torso tight against
Goran's.

"This is so much fun Goran, I wish I could live with you" Oliver said, the
boy's wet hair sticking to his face, his deep brown eyes alive with joy.

"So do I , but I think my neighbours would complain after a while, you make
so much noise" Goran replied, smiling at Oliver, letting his arms wrap
tightly around the small boy.

"I don't make that much noise" Oliver replied, cutely.

"You do, it is like a hundred little girls, your voice is so high when you
scream" Goran teased.

"It isn't! Don't be mean to me, or I'll bite your big nose" Oliver said,
acting ever so offended but not really feeling that way.

"You would not dare" Goran teased, letting out a yelp in surprise as Oliver
bit his nose, "That hurts, what did you do that?" Goran replied laughing as
Oliver released his nose, still hanging on tightly to Goran.

"I warned you. Did it really hurt?" Oliver replied, suddenly feeling a bit
bad.

"Yes, really!" Goran replied.

"Should I kiss it better?" Oliver asked, the idea coming to him suddenly.

"I think you had better" Goran nodded, giving Oliver a serious look.

Oliver leant forward and planted a delicate little kiss onto Goran's nose,
"There, is that better?" the boy asked sweetly.

"I think one more" Goran replied, smiling as Oliver planted another kiss on
the end of his noise, this one more tender than the first.

Oliver leaned back and looked into Goran's eyes, feeling so safe and loved
in the big Croatian's arms and never wanting to be let go. Goran looked
back at him seriously, and Oliver was unable to resist bending forward and
planting a gentle kiss on Goran's lips.

"What was that one for?" Goran asked, his voice barely above a whisper,
Oliver's face close to his.

"To make you feel better" Oliver whispered back, a little smile on his
face, "Did it work?" he added.

"Yes. But you always make me feel better" Goran replied, feeling utterly in
love with Oliver in that moment, Oliver smiling and moving to wrap his arms
around Goran more tightly, his head moving to lay on Goran's shoulder.
They bobbed in the water like that for a few minutes, an occasional
contented sigh escaping Oliver.

It was the closest they had ever been, and Goran decided in that moment
that he was not going to resist Oliver any longer, that if the boy wanted
to pursue things with him then he was going to give himself over to it. The
boy meant too much to him for Goran to refuse him any longer.

"We had better get out and get dried. I am hungry too, aren't you?" Goran
asked finally, Oliver's head still on his shoulder.

"I wanna stay here forever" Oliver purred, making no signs of moving.

"So do I, but we would die if we did that" Goran answered.

"I wouldn't care, as long as you were with me" Oliver said, meaning every
word.

Goran felt his heart pound faster in his chest, knowing now that Oliver
felt the same way about him as he felt about Oliver. He waded over to the
steps down into the pool, Oliver wrapping his legs around his waist as the
exited the pool and carried the 11 year old over to the sun lounger.

He wrapped a towel around Oliver as he placed him down, smiling as he
looked down to the dripping wet 11 year old's waist and seeing how the now
soaking wet red boxer briefs clung to every feature of the boy's immature
crotch, his small soft dick and balls being clearly identifiable.

"Let's go inside where it is warmer, so we can get dry" Goran prompted as
he wrapped the other towel around his waist and secured it, reaching out a
hand for Oliver to take and leading the towel clad boy into the main house
to the kitchen.

He brought Oliver over to the small seating area just next to the kitchen
and sat down, Oliver standing in front of him with the white towel draped
over his shoulders and closed over his front, almost covering his small
frame.

Goran moved to pull the towel up and began to dry Oliver's unruly hair, the
11 year old smiling at him wordlessly, before moving the towel down to dry
Oliver's arms and then his chest, a little giggle escaping him as he ran
the towel over Oliver's ticklish sides. He bent down to Oliver's legs,
taking each foot in his hand and drying it along with Oliver's leg, the boy
reaching out his hands to place them on Goran's shoulders for balance.

He moved the towel up to Oliver's midsection, and noticed that the front of
Oliver's soaking wet red boxer briefs was tented out slightly now, the thin
material being pushed away by what could only be Oliver's now clearly erect
dick. Goran looked up at Oliver and smiled, getting an embarrassed smile
back in return.

"You will need some dry underwear to go home in, do you want to take these
ones off so I can put them in the dryer for you?" Goran asked, letting
practicality get in the way for a moment.

"OK" Oliver replied.

"I will hold the towel around you while you take them down underneath, OK?"
Goran said, wanting to respect Oliver's privacy.

"Why?" Oliver asked, puzzled.

"So it can be private for you?" Goran replied, seriously.

"You can just take them off, I don't care if you see" Oliver said after a
few seconds, a little smile spreading over his face.

"Are you sure?" Goran replied feeling his chest tighten, Oliver nodding
wordlessly in response.

Goran placed the now slightly damp towel down on the chair beside him and
gently gripped the waistband of Oliver's wet red boxer briefs on either
side of the 11 year old's slim hips. He looked up at Oliver again, seeing
him staring straight back at him, the 11 year old breathing nervously in
anticipation. This would signal a change in their relationship, and both of
them sensed it.

Goran began to slip the wet red boxer briefs down Oliver's slim thighs, the
thin material catching on the boy's erection. Oliver reached down into his
boxer briefs to free it so that Goran could pull the them down before
Oliver carefully stepped out of them, again placing his hands on to Goran's
shoulders for balance.

Oliver stood there in front of Goran, now naked and trembling slightly. He
wanted so much for Goran to like him, and to see how much he liked him
too. His 3 inch cut erection stuck to his hairless pubic area, his small
hairless balls drawn tightly to his body underneath it. He felt his
breathing quicken slightly, his little heart pounding inside his chest as
he watched Goran look at his body unashamedly, any pretence suddenly gone
between them.

"Oliver....you are so beautiful, do you know that?" Goran said finally,
looking into the 11 year old's eyes and seeing him smile, the boy's hand
self consciously moving to play with a strand of his errant hair.

"Really?" Oliver asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, really" Goran replied, reaching out his strong hands to gently take
Oliver by the hips and pull him towards him before enveloping the still
slightly trembling 11 year old in a tight hug, planting a kiss onto the top
of his head.

"I love you Goran" Oliver whispered, almost afraid to let Goran hear in
case the tall Croatian actor did not feel the same way, yet still feeling
so safe and loved in that moment.

Goran released Oliver from the hug, his hands now holding the still naked
11 year old by the small of his back. He had only just heard what Oliver
had said, and now saw the nervous look on the boy's face. He was so proud
at the boy's bravery in saying those words, and bent forward to plant a
gentle, tender kiss onto the boy's thin pink lips, before pulling back, "I
love you too little one" he said, smiling as Oliver's face lit up in
response to hearing the words.

"You do? Really?" Oliver replied, excited.

"Of course, from the very first moment I saw you. How could I not. But
Oliver, if we take this path, you understand that we cannot tell
anyone. America does not like such things, so it would have to be our
secret" Goran said, the warning delivered seriously. He smiled as he
watched Oliver's face change, the boy considering the words.

"I understand. I won't ever tell" Oliver replied finally. He meant every
word, he could not ever imagine betraying Goran, no matter what
happened. The idea was simply unthinkable.

"Perhaps we should go to my bedroom then, if you want to?" Goran asked,
praying the still naked 11 year old would agree.

Oliver nodded in response, taking Goran's hand and beginning to pull him up
off the chair, the Croatian still shirtless with a towel wrapped around his
waist.

"Wait, wait. We have to put your underwear in the dryer" Goran said with a
laugh, Oliver's rush to get him upstairs and the sight of the cute 11 year
old's bare backside making him smile.

"Well hurry up then" Oliver said, impatiently, letting go of Goran's hand.

"Yes sir!" Goran replied, giving the naked 11 year a mock salute and
watching as Oliver reached down a hand to wrap it around his 3 inch cut
erection, the boy clearly as horny as he had ever been in his young life.

Goran quickly retrieved Oliver's wet red boxer briefs from the floor,
heading into the kitchen and out into the little utility area behind it. He
dropped the boxer briefs into the dryer and turned it on low for a 20
minute cycle before heading back out into the kitchen.

"Come on Goran!" Oliver pleaded, reaching out his little hand for Goran to
take. Goran was enjoying the feeling of being so desperately wanted by the
impatient little boy.

"You know we have forever right? I mean I am not going anywhere" Goran
replied, taking Oliver's hand as the 11 year old lead him through the
living area and towards the stairs.

"Yes, but I want to do it SO bad so hurry up!" Oliver added, a little whine
creeping into his voice, Goran deciding to just give in and let the little
boy take control.

Oliver led Goran to the stairs, almost dragging him up them behind him and
down the small corridor at the top, peering into each door trying to find
Goran's bedroom before giving up with them all looking very similar.

"Which one is it?" Oliver asked impatiently.

"I can't remember" Goran teased, letting out a laugh as Oliver placed his
hands on his hips, his little 3 inch cut erection jutting out from his
hairless pubic area with a wobble as he did so.

"Goran!" He pleaded, a smile creeping onto his face.

"OK, OK, it is this one" Goran replied, reaching out to steer Oliver into
the bedroom behind him.

Goran moved over to sit on the bed, letting the towel fall from his waist
and revealing the damp swimming shorts he still had on underneath. His 8
inch uncut erection strained at the front, crying out to be released. He
watched as Oliver moved over to him, the naked 11 year old reaching out to
grip onto the waistband of Goran's shorts and tugging at it, Goran moving
his butt off the bed to help as Oliver pulled the swimming shorts down.

Oliver stared down at the Croatian's 8 inch uncut erection, a little gasp
escaping him as his eyes grew wide, "It's so big" he managed to say
finally, his little hand going down to wrap around his now painfully hard 3
inch cut erection. He could barely contain his excitement.

Goran smiled at the words before reaching out to pull the shocked boy up
onto him, laying back onto the bed as the boy followed, his 11 year old
crotch now pressed against Goran's tummy. Oliver looked down at Goran
lovingly, the boy's dark brown eyes saying more with a glance than words
could ever convey, before he placed his head onto Goran's shoulder nuzzling
him there, and began to hump his hard 3 inch cut erection into Goran's
tummy. Oliver was desperate for a release, the situation being something he
had long thought about but almost couldn't handle actually being in.

Goran could feel the 11 year old's humps, the little boy's 3 inch cut
erection digging into him. He heard Oliver's breath beginning to come out
in desperate little pants and knew that the boy was simply overwhelmed by
the situation and lost in his pursuit for instant release. He lay still,
moving his hands on Oliver's back to gently caress him there as the boy
humped into him, happy for Oliver to sate his needs in that moment and be
just a passive participant.

Oliver humped his slim hips forward, driving his hard little 3 inch cut
erection into the man below him. He felt his body beginning to tremble, the
feeling of making contact with Goran overwhelming. He had masturbated
before but this was different, this was Goran and he wanted so desperately
to reach the point of no return, never having needed to orgasm more than he
did in that moment.

Goran felt the desperate little pumps of the 11 year old, the boy's pained
little whimpers muffled where he had buried his head into Goran's shoulder,
knowing that the boy would have his orgasm any moment. He continued to rub
Oliver's back comfortingly.

Oliver's orgasm hit him now, his little body shaking and his back arching
as he drove his hips into Goran one last time. His face moved off Goran's
shoulder and a desperate little cry escaped him, his eyes clamped shut
tightly.

Goran looked on at the the look of ecstasy on Oliver's face as the boy's
orgasm hit him, thinking that he was never more beautiful than in that
moment. Oliver's head head fell back on to Goran's chest as his orgasm
passed, the boy now desperately trying to catch his breath. Goran could
feel Oliver's chest rise and fall at a breakneck pace, and reached his arms
around Oliver to grasp him tightly.

Oliver began to calm down again, his breath now coming in and out
steadily. He felt Goran's warm arms wrapping around him tightly, and made a
connection with the world again having been utterly lost to it in his
desperate pursuit for an orgasm.

"Are you OK now?" Goran asked, sensing that Oliver was back with him.

"Yes. I'm sorry.....I just..." Oliver said, struggling to find the words to
explain.

"It is OK, I know, I know"Goran soothed, "But you could have at least
bought me dinner first" Goran added, Oliver letting out a delightful little
giggle and moving to prop himself up on his forearms and look down at
Goran.

"But I don't have any money! I could maybe buy you a Twinkie or something?"
Oliver replied, smiling down at Goran.

"I will settle for something else then" Goran said.

"What?" Oliver replied, looking at Goran quizzically.

"A kiss" Goran replied, smiling.

Oliver moved forward and placed his thin pink lips against Goran's, closing
his eyes as he made his best but somewhat clumsy effort to kiss Goran
before moving back, "Better?" Oliver asked.

"Yes, but I didn't want you to kiss me there" Goran replied, smiling.

"Oh, oh I get it" Oliver replied dramatically, moving to plant a gentle
kiss onto Goran's nose, "There?" Oliver asked, smiling.

"No" Goran replied, watching as Oliver moved and planted another little
kiss on his chin.  "There?" Oliver said again, Goran shaking his head no.

Oliver scooted down Goran's body, planting a kiss on Goran's chest, looking
up sweetly at the Croatian, "There?" he asked again.

"No, but you are getting warmer" Goran replied, enjoying the seemingly
innocent little game but knowing where it was going. He watched as Oliver
moved a bit further down before slipping off the bed and kneeling between
Goran's thighs, Goran's 8 inch uncut erection now in the way and blocking
his view of Oliver's face somewhat.

Oliver moved his head down, his pouted lips now hovering just over Goran's
dick. He looked up at Goran who was watching the 11 year old intently, and
moved down before suddenly changing direction at the last second and
placing a gentle kiss onto Goran's tummy instead, "There?" Oliver said,
laughing as he heard Goran gasp in frustration.

"No, not there" Goran answered, smiling at Oliver as the boy revelled in
teasing him.

"I don't know then. I give up" Oliver said, sitting back on his heels and
giving Goran a innocent and puzzled look, despite knowing exactly what
Goran wanted.

"You know it is mean to tease yes?" Goran said, smiling down at the
impossibly cute boy before him.

"I'm not teasing, I really don't know where to kiss!" Oliver replied,
trying to sound honest and failing completely before collapsing into a fit
of giggles.

He recovered his composure a few seconds later and gave Goran a very
serious look, before moving forward and planting a very tender kiss onto
the shaft of Goran's now painfully hard 8 inch uncut dick, causing Goran to
gasp as he did so, "What about there?" Oliver asked, his voice only just
above a whisper, before sitting back and looking up at Goran.

"Yes my boy, that is where" Goran replied, the scene simply too erotic.

He looked on as Oliver reached out a small hand and wrapped it around the
thick shaft of Goran's 8 inch uncut dick. Oliver gently rolled back the
Croatian's foreskin to reveal the pink mushroom head underneath, smiling as
he did so not having really seen one with the foreskin intact before,

"Cool" Oliver mused to himself, as he rolled the foreskin back and forth a
few times, "You can hide it, it looks different to mine" he added.

"Do you like it?" Goran asked huskily as 11 year old Oliver Davis gently
explored him, the innocent look of wonder on the adorable boy's face adding
to the excitement.

"Yeah, I wish mine looked like yours did" Oliver replied, really meaning
it. He rolled the foreskin back again and this time planted another gentle
kiss directly onto the pink mushroom head, causing Goran to gasp, "Did I
hurt you?" Oliver said worriedly upon hearing the sound, looking up at
Goran.

"No, the opposite, it felt so nice Oliver" Goran replied, reaching down a
hand to affectionately run it through Oliver's now mostly dry, shaggy,
light brown hair as the 11 year old stared back at him lovingly.

Oliver looked back down at Goran's 8 inch uncut erection, trying to think
back to the gay porn he had watched before to remember how they had gone
about sucking a dick, this being his first go at it. He let his small pink
tongue slip out of his mouth and gently began to lap at the large pink
mushroom head, hearing Goran gasp again and realising he was doing
something right.

He probed around the area where Goran's foreskin had bunched, letting the
tip of his tongue slide into every little gap, before moving it around to
the front of the pink mushroom head and letting it push into Goran's piss
slit. Oliver could taste a slightly musky flavour, but not an unpleasant
one.

Goran watched on as Oliver gently licked at his dick, the 11 year old being
so careful and lapping at it like a little puppy. The feeling of the boy's
warm breath on his dick added to the sensations, and he could scarcely
believe that this was happening, both terrified and relieved at finally
letting his resolve break and giving into his love for Oliver.

Oliver ran his tongue along the underside of the pink mushroom head now,
tracing it tightly over the thick veins that protruded under the soft skin
and allowing it to follow the bumps down the thick and slightly pulsing
shaft. He reached the base of Goran's 8 inch uncut dick and moved to gently
take the Croatian's large hairy balls into his mouth, rolling them around
inside before releasing them and letting out a little giggle as his chin
was tickled by Goran's pubic hair.

"What is it?" Goran asked as he looked down at Oliver.

"Your hair made me ticklish" Oliver replied, smirking at Goran before
moving his tongue back up the thick shaft and reaching the pink mushroom
head again, staring down at the prize he held in his hand.

He bent forward and let the large pink mushroom head into his warm, wet
mouth, closing his thin pink lips tightly around it as it glided over his
tongue. He moved his mouth slowly down the shaft, small dribbles of saliva
escaping the corners of his mouth as he did so, managing to get just under
3 inches of Goran's dick into his mouth before it hit the back of his
throat causing Oliver to gag and pull back. Oliver repeated the manoeuvre,
getting into a gentle rhythm being careful not to let his teeth catch on
Goran's dick, not wanting to hurt him.

Goran let out another gasp as Oliver's mouth enveloped him, the feeling of
the 11 year boy clamping onto him being exquisite, far better than any
woman or man could ever hope to replicate. He looked down at Oliver and
smiled as he saw the boy concentrating on his task, making love to Goran's
dick with his immature little mouth.

Oliver began to get into a steady rhythm now, wanking the shaft of Goran's
dick and adding his other hand to help him grasp onto more of it. He began
to pump the Croatian's dick into his mouth more efficiently, quickly
learning what worked and not letting the now glistening dick slip out of
his mouth.

A thought occurred to Oliver then, his small mouth still sliding up and
down the hard shaft of Goran's 8 inch uncut dick. He had seen plenty of
sucking in the gay porn videos he had watched, but had also seen the men
putting their dicks into each other's butts as well. He wondered what it
felt like, and whether Goran's dick would fit into his hole. He felt his
still hard 3 inch cut erection twitch in between his legs at the thought,
making a decision.

"Goran? Can you put it in my butt?" Oliver asked, his mouth slipping off
the now glistening wet dick in front of him.

"What?" Goran replied, hearing Oliver but not quite believing he had heard
him correctly.

"Your dick, can you put it in my butt?" Oliver asked again, adding more
detail.

"Um Oliver, I am not sure. My dick is big, it might hurt you" Goran
warned. He had tried it with older boys before, perhaps 13 and 14 years
old, but never one as young and small as Oliver. The last thing he ever
wanted to do was hurt the adorable 11 year old.

"Please Goran, can we try it? I really want to" Oliver pleaded, still
gripping onto Goran's shaft with one of his small hands.

"OK, but if it hurts we will stop, so you must say, OK?" Goran replied,
looking down at Oliver as the 11 year old smiled and bounced on his knees
excitedly. Goran let out a laugh at Oliver's enthusiasm, having an 11 year
old boy ask him to put his dick in his butt being a totally surreal
situation.

"Awesome! What do we do?" Oliver asked, moving to release Goran's dick and
stand up, "Should I just sit on it or something?" He added.

"No, it would be too difficult for you. Come and lay on the bed here on
your back, with your butt close to edge, OK?" Goran instructed, getting up
off the bed and walking around it.

"Where are you going?" Oliver asked, not wanting to be away from Goran.

"Just getting something that will help, I'm not leaving. I would never
leave you" Goran replied soothingly as he looked at Oliver, before moving
towards the en-suite bathroom and rummaging around in one of the drawers in
the under-sink cabinet, finding what he wanted after a few seconds.

He came back into the room, smiling as he looked at the naked 11 year old
who was laying on his back and idly playing with his 3 inch cut
erection. Oliver followed Goran with his eyes, noticing the small tube he
had in his hands.

"What's that?" Oliver asked, curious.

"It is called lube, it will make it easier for me to put it inside you"
Goran replied, holding the tube of KY Jelly out to Oliver so the 11 year
old could satisfy his curiosity.

Goran bent down on his haunches in front of Oliver, reaching out to gently
grip on the boy's legs and pull him forward so that his butt was closer to
the edge of the bed, Oliver letting out a little giggle as he did so. He
opened the tube of KY Jelly and squirted some of it out onto his fingers
before moving over to Oliver and placing a hand gently onto Oliver's thigh,
"This will feel cold, OK? Put let your legs up onto my shoulders" Goran
instructed, Oliver's small pink virgin hole now being exposed to him.

"Oh shit. That's cold!" Oliver gasped as Goran began to gently apply the KY
Jelly to his hole before beginning to probe it with his index finger.

"I did warn you" Goran smiled, "Relax Oliver, let it slide in" Goran
coached feeling Oliver relax as his index finger gently slid into the 11
year old's hole, the muscles of the boy's anus gripping onto his finger
occasionally.

Goran began to slowly slide his finger in and out of Oliver, adding a
second as he felt the boy relax. He looked up to Oliver's face and saw the
look of contentment there, "How is feeling so far?" Goran asked.

"Kinda weird, but nice" Oliver replied, looking down at his body but unable
to see where Goran's fingers were entering him.

Goran let his fingers slide in and out of Oliver's hole, finally adding a
third and feeling no resistance. He let his fingers slide out of Oliver for
a moment and smiled as he saw the boy's hole gaping wide before it slowly
closed, knowing that Oliver was ready.

"OK, I am going to try with my dick now. You must promise to say if it is
painful, I don't want to hurt you" Goran said, reaching up a hand to gently
rub Oliver's tight tummy.

"OK, I will say, I promise. I know you wouldn't hurt me Goran" Oliver
replied, smiling back at the tall Croatian.

Goran looked back down to Oliver's small pink hole, the anticipation of
putting his dick into the small boy causing his 8 inch erection to become
even harder if it was possible. He reached over to the tube of KY Jelly and
squirted some more out on his fingers, using it to liberally lube his dick
and leaving it slick and shining.

He moved forwards slightly, Oliver's slim legs still resting on and over
his shoulders, the boy's small pink hole clearly in view. He gripped onto
his erection and guided it towards Oliver's hole, placing the pink mushroom
head against it and gently pushing forward. The pink mushroom head
disappeared almost instantly, the boy's anus gripping onto it
tightly. Goran began to push forward again, before Oliver let out a pained
gasp.

"Stop" Oliver said, wincing. Having Goran's dick entering him, even if only
the tip of it, felt weird.

"We can do something else, it's OK" Goran said, moving to pull back out of
Oliver.

"No, no Goran don't. I just need a second OK, it feels kinda weird but its
not painful, honest" Oliver reassured him.

Goran waited as Oliver got used to the feeling of having the tip of his
dick inside his virgin hole, feeling the young boy relax before Oliver
nodded and gave him to the go ahead to try pushing more of it into
him. Oliver felt Goran begin to push more of his dick inside him now, it
making him feel oddly full but thus far not causing him any pain.

Goran looked down to see almost 3 inches of his 8 inch uncut dick had
disappeared inside Oliver, Oliver's eyes now closed and small little
twitches showing on the boy's face from time to time. He pushed forward
gently again, now with a little over 5 inches inside Oliver.

"Ow, stop, stop" Oliver said suddenly, "Don't go any further" he added.

Goran looked down to see just over 6 inches of his dick was now buried
inside Oliver's hole, the 11 year old's anus gripping onto the shaft like a
little vice. He knew he had gone in as far as he was going to get, and that
it was time to pull back, making a note of the limit he had to be mindful
of, "OK, I am going to pull it out now and then slide it back in. I won't
go any further than this, OK?" he asked, looking up at Oliver.

"OK" Oliver nodded, moving to prop himself up on his elbows. He felt Goran
slide back out slowly and felt a sudden little burst of pleasure as the
Croatian's dick rubbed over something inside him, "Oh god" he gasped.

"What?" Goran asked, again concerned that he may be hurting the 11 year
old.

"It just felt awesome there" Oliver said, gasping again.

"Oh, yes, it will do after a while" Goran replied, knowing he had grazed
the boy's prostate, the male G spot. He carefully continued to slide back
out of Oliver's hole, pulling back until just an inch of him was left
inside the boy before gently pushing forwards again.

Oliver gasped as he felt Goran rub past his sweet spot again, a few minutes
passing as Goran continued to gently slide in and out of Oliver's tight
virgin hole. Oliver began to relax now, starting to enjoy the feelings of
having Goran's 8 inch uncut dick inside him, beginning to understand why
the guys in the porn movies did it in the first place.

Goran built up a slow and steady rhythm as his dick glided into Oliver,
reaching down to grip onto the boy's upper thighs with his hands, his large
hands almost wrapping completely around them. He felt Oliver's tight, warm
hole gripping him and heard the little gasps of pleasure escaping the boy,
wanting to burn the sights and sounds into his memory forever.

Oliver propped him self up more over to one side, releasing his right arm
and moving it so he could reach his hard 3 inch cut erection and wrap his
hand around it tightly, beginning to wank himself in time with Goran's
gentle thrusts. The feelings the big Croatian was sending through his
little body were amazing and he felt his dick twitch in response every time
Goran grazed against his prostate, the move sending yet another electric
wave of pleasure through him.

Goran felt the intense feelings building for him, and looked down to where
Oliver was wanking himself, the boy seemingly lost in the moment with his
eyes clamped shut and as he bit his lower lip. His little hand was pumping
his 3 inch cut erection furiously now, and the sight of the 11 year old boy
in a world of utter ecstasy was too much for Goran to take.

He knew that this was going to happen again and when it did that it would
be slower and more gentle, but right now he needed a release as much as
Oliver had done a little while before. He allowed himself to stroke into
Oliver a bit quicker now, hearing the 11 year old whimper and beginning to
pant, satisfied that he wasn't hurting him. He felt that he was only
minutes away from cumming, and decided that he did not want to do that
inside Oliver, not this first time.

Oliver felt Goran thrusting into him deeper now, the sensations growing,
his 3 inch cut dick tingling as he wanked it as Goran pumped into him. He
heard Goran let out a groan and opened his eyes to see the Croatian looking
back at him, knowing that he was feeling as good as Oliver was.

Goran felt his orgasm upon him knowing it was about to cause him to unleash
a load of his man-cum into Oliver's virgin hole. He quickly pulled out his
8 inch erection, Oliver moving forward slightly as he did so as a loud,
slick, popping sound escaped the boy's hole.

Goran moved forward and gripped onto his dick tightly, wanking himself at a
furious pace before he felt his orgasm hit him and let out a loud groan, He
unleashed three sharp bursts of thick, white man-cum, each burst landing
onto Oliver's hairless balls and 3 inch cut erection and coating the 11
year old who looked on in surprise, a smile creeping onto his face.

Goran quickly bent down onto his knees, his own orgasm still causing him to
tremble, and moved to push Oliver's hand away from his dick and quickly
taking the steel hard 3 inch cut erection into his mouth. He could taste
his own warm man-cum there and began to suck the shocked little boy with
all his might, moving a thumb and forefinger onto the thin shaft and
wanking the 11 year old as he did so.

Oliver let out a gasp of delight at this sudden change, his dick going from
feeling good to feeling amazing in an instant as Goran sucked and wanked
him. His legs were still draped over Goran's shoulders as the big Croatian
buried his head in the 11 year old's lap. Oliver placed his hands onto
Goran's head roughly gripping his hair and trying to pump more of his
immature dick into Goran's mouth, the sensations overwhelming his small
body.

Goran felt the grip on his head and knew that little Oliver would get his
second orgasm of the day in a few seconds. He quickly slipped a finger back
into Olivier's now gaping hole and fingered the boy, finding his sensitive
prostate and driving the 11 year old over the edge.

Oliver let out tortured little gasps now, his toes curling behind Goran's
back and his legs straightening out as his second orgasm of the day hit
him. He let out a desperate cry, his whole body trembling, his tight hole
clamping onto Goran's finger now buried deep inside him and his 3 inch cut
erection twitching violently inside Goran's mouth.

Goran felt the pink mushroom head flare inside his mouth, sucking Oliver
harder now, determined to give the 11 year old every possible bit of
pleasure. He heard Oliver's boyish whimpers as the boy's body was wracked
by his almost violent orgasm.

Goran finally released Oliver's still hard 3 inch cut erection from his
mouth, smiling at the way it was still twitching seemingly with a mind of
his own before bending back down to gently lap up a bit of his earlier
released man-cum that had dribbled down from from the boy's hairless balls
and traced the line of his perineum. He made sure Oliver's hairless balls
were clean and free of man-cum as well before finally sitting back and
moving Oliver's legs from his shoulders and onto the floor.

Goran looked at the still heavily panting 11 year old in front of him,
Oliver's naked body now glistening with a thin film of boyish sweat. He
traced his eyes from the boy's face, his eyes still clamped shut, and down
over his rapidly expanding chest, across his tight tummy and little boy six
pack that clenched with ever breath the boy took. His eyes moved lower,
down to Oliver's now glistening 3 inch cut dick and balls, his dick stick
standing proudly erect and stuck fast to his hairless pubic area.

Oliver began to calm down, his breath almost returning to normal. He
finally opened his eyes and looked up at Goran, seeing the handsome
Croatian staring down at him lovingly. It all became too much for Oliver in
that moment and he began to cry, not entirely sure why, simply overwhelmed
with emotion.

Goran bent down to scoop the now softly crying 11 year old into his arms,
holding him tight and feeling the boy's wet tears drip down onto his
chest. He placed a kiss into Oliver's head, feeling a deep love for the boy
as a few tears escaped his own eyes. He knew this was the start of
relationship that would stay with him forever.

Oliver began to calm down, his crying stopped as he buried his head into
Goran's chest. He had never felt more safe or loved than he did in that
moment, feeling that he could live inside it forever. He felt Goran push
him back, turning his head to look up at him and seeing the Croatian's tear
streaked cheeks.

"Thank you so much Oliver" Goran said seriously, taking the sides of the
small boy's face into his hands and planting a kiss on the 11 year old's
lips, feeling Oliver return it just as tenderly.

"I love you Goran" Oliver said when their lips parted, meaning the words
with every fibre of his little body.

"I love you more" Goran replied before reaching out to plant a kiss onto
Oliver's cute little nose, reminiscent of how this had started, causing the
adorable boy to giggle in response.

He moved to stand up, scoping up Oliver easily in his strong muscular arms
and carrying the ever so light 11 year old around to the side of his
bed. He lay down with him, hugging the still naked boy close. They lay that
way for a little while longer, neither saying a word, content to simply be
in each other's company.

"I am kind of hungry now" Oliver said finally, breaking the silence, "Do
you think we can go and get some Krispy Kreme's?" he asked, lifting his
head off Goran's chest to smile at him.

"For you? I think we can manage that" Goran replied, moving to get up off
the bed and retrieve his clothes from the chair he had thrown them on
earlier, smiling as the still naked 11 year old watched him get dressed as
he lay on the bed, something about it being very erotic.

Goran finished getting dressed, reaching out a hand to lead Olivier back
down stairs and going to fetch the boy's now dry red boxer briefs from the
dryer. He looked on lustfully as his beautiful boy got dressed again,
finally looking decent enough to be seen in public.

"OK, lets go" Oliver said, moving towards the door and grabbing his coat
and rucksack from the coat stand Goran had hung them on earlier.

The got back into Goran's black Porsche 911, Oliver again making every
conceivable comment about the car as they made their way over to the
doughnut store, Goran parking in a space a few doors down. The walked up to
the store front, Oliver slipping his hand into Goran's. Unlike before, the
11 year old didn't care who saw him holding Goran's hand.

After that afternoon, nothing mattered expect being close to Goran, and
Oliver wanted the world to know it.


The End.


Well that is yet another story done.

I loved writing this one perhaps more than any other before, the boy in
question being one I have long since found utterly irresistible. I hope you
enjoyed reading it.

Please keep your feedback coming, as it really helps.