Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 00:52:17 +0300
From: Luke <luke@bookpuppy.co.uk>
Subject: Boarding School Memoirs - Alex's first time

The boarding school memoirs - Alex's first time
Luke Preston

It was the start of Spring term, my last year at the school. It was still
cold enough for us to have the fire on in our study and Dean and I used
to light it whenever we could. We'd sit in those two battered old chairs
we'd caged off the caretaker, put our feet up on a stool and drink the
gin we'd nicked. With the fire going we could smoke and blow the smoke
up the chimney so you wouldn't catch us. Dean liked to dim the lights
and pretend that we were two old farts in a London Club, he'd sometimes
pretend to smoke a pipe and I'd pretend to read him the latest Stock
Exchange figures or something. Pretentious or what!

Because we were prefects by then, as you will remember, we were allowed a
helper. A Fag as we were not allowed to call him. Ours was a boy called
Warner, from the third form. A scrawny little runt who was always getting
ill. He was not much good as a Fag either, always dropping things and
getting in the way rather than helping. Dean wanted to fire him.

 `One night we were expecting him at eight as usual, to clean shoes or
whatever, but he didn't turn up. Instead, when there was a knock at the
door and we shouted `enter Warner,' far too grandly, someone else came
in.

 `Who the hell are you?' Dean said, still in his old-git voice.

 `Gould, sir,' the lad replied nervously. `Warner is ill and I was
told to come instead.'

 `How old are you boy?' Dean eyed him suspiciously.

 `Old enough sir.'

 `A bit old to be fagging aren't you?' I asked. Usually the helpers
where drawn from the younger boys, to teach them respect and all that
crap. This lad was from the fifth form.

 `I am a new boy, sir. That's why they sent me.'

 `Very well,' Dean sighed. `You can start on the shoes.'

And Gould went to work on polishing our shoes as we sat and stared into
the fire. After a while I noticed that Dean was glancing more and more at
the boy who was kneeling just off to my left, his back to us. And then
Dean nudged me and nodded his head towards the lad. I raised my eyebrows,
I didn't know what he was getting at. He nodded again and grinned.

Then I realised what he was trying to say. As Gould had knelt and bent
forwards to do his work, his shirt had come away from his trousers
revealing the top of his arse. Builder's but we'd call it now. He was
quite a slim lad, not fat in any way but not scrawny and unattractive
like Warner. His hair was cut in the uniform short back and sides and it
was dark, his shoulders were broad and as he worked I could see that he
had muscles on his arms.

 `Quite a pleasing sight eh, Stuart?' Dean smirked at me.

 `Indeed it is Dean,' I smiled back. I knew what he was getting at.

 `Very fuckable.' Dean dropped his stupid accent and his own,
Liverpudlian one sounded through the room.

The boy stopped polishing the shoes and froze.

 `Why have you stopped lad?' Dean asked and the boy started his work
again. `Come here.'

Obediently the lad stood up and turned to face us. His face was red, his
cheeks glowing with embarrassment and his eyes betraying just a little
fear.

 `No need to be nervous,' Dean said. `We're two of the school's prefects.
You do well by us and we'll look after you. o.k.?

 `Yes sir,' he boy replied meekly.

 `Good. Now come and stand in front of my friend Stuart so that he can
take a good look at you.'

The boy did as he was told, putting down his brushes first and wiping his
hands on a cloth before coming to stand facing me.

I was able to take a proper look at him then. His face was attractive
enough, with wide brown eyes, thin eyebrows and cheek bones that defined
its shape. His skin was smooth, no sign of any acne or blemish and with
only a faint hint of fluff starting to shadow beneath his nose. He stood
with his hands by his sides and looked at me with nervously.

 `Tell me... what's your name? Gould. Tell me Gould, what do you like
most about what you see?' Dean asked.

 `Sir?' The boy did not understand.

 `My friend, Stuart. What do you like best about him?

 `I don't know sir.'

 `Of course you must know something.' Dean sounded like a master then,
using the standard teacher reply to a boy saying he didn't know. `What
do you like most about what you see?'

 `Er...' the lad hesitated.

 `It's o.k. Gould,' I reassured him. `You can say whatever you like.
You won't get in trouble.'

 `Thank you sir,' he smiled a little smile of relief and I sensed him
relax a bit. `Well, I like that he has a kind face.'

 `Bloody good, Gould,' Dean said. `What else?'

 `That he needs a shave.'

Dean laughed and swigged some more gin.

 `Is that his best feature?' he asked.

 `I don't know sir,' Gould replied.

 `No, you wouldn't,' Dean mumbled. `Shall I tell you what his best
feature is? Would you like to know?'

The lad was still looking at me and I stared right back. Something was
happening between us. I knew what Dean was up to and I think that Gould
knew it then too. The good thing was that he didn't seem to mind, like
he knew what to expect and was looking forward to what was going to
happen. That relaxed me and it must have relaxed him.

 `Yes please sir,' he said.

 `Stuart's best feature,' Dean emphasised the word best. `Are his
balls.'

There was a silence during which I slowly raised an eyebrow and the
corner of my mouth.

 `What's your best feature, Gould?'

 `My tongue sir.'

He had also moved his mouth into a smile. Inside my trousers I could feel
my cock become more sensitive.

 `O.k. Gould,' Dean said sharply to attract his attention.

Gould looked over at him.

 `Stand between the two of us so that I can see you more clearly.'

He did as he was told.

 `Hands behind your back if you don't mind. That's it. So Gould, what
do you think my best feature is?'

 `Your accent sir,' the boy said without hesitation.

 `My accent?' Dean was not expecting that. `What's so special about
that?'

 `I like it sir.'

 `Does it turn you on?'

 `Sir?'

 `I think it does,' I said and pointed to the boy's crotch.

Behind his fly something was starting to stir. The front of his tight
black trousers was now neatly shaped with a smooth mound, as if his dick
was pointing downwards but wanting to stick straight out.

 `Take your shirt off,' Dean ordered. `We like to make sure our fag is
fit and healthy.

The boy looked at me and I gave him a reassuring nod. He slowly
unbuttoned his white shirt, all the time looking from me to Dean. He gave
a little tug and the front came free from his waistband as he undid the
last button. He opened the shirt up revealing his smooth chest, a
reasonably flat stomach with only a hint of puppy fat, and two perfectly
round nipples, dark against the white of his flesh. He let the shirt drop
to the floor behind him and stood still again, his hands back by his
sides.

 `What do you think is his best feature Stu?' Dean asked me.

 `His obedience,' I said without having to think.

 `Good point. But he may have others.'

 `Possibly.'

 `O.k. Gould, let's see your feet. We like to make sure our fags have
clean feet.'

The lad removed his shoes and his socks.

 `Look fine to me Dean,' I said after inspecting them.

 `Quite. So, Gould. What do you think I am going to ask you to do now?'

 `I don't know sir,' he started to answer but realised that it was not
a good reply. `Are you going to ask me to remove my trousers?'

 `No,' said Dean stretching out his legs. `You are going to remove
mine.'

The lad was a bit taken aback by that I think as he looked up, at me,
then across to Dean, quickly. Dean just nodded and slouched as far back
in his armchair as he could. With his legs out before him and his hips
thrust upwards slightly the bulge in his trousers was very well defined.
What he had not told Gould was that his best feature was, in fact, his
cock. I'd seen it, tasted it and played with it on many occasions
before.

Gould knelt down between Dean's legs and undid his belt. Dean put his
hands behind his head and watched as the boy slowly popped the first
button on the fly. He undid each button carefully, like he knew that he
had to do this slowly. And then he reached around to the sides, took the
trousers by the waistband and started to tug them slowly downwards. Dean
raised his arse a little and sighed as if this was boring him. Gould
pulled at the material at the knees and the trousers started to slide
down. The top of Dean's white briefs came into view, a tumble of black
hair appearing at the top for a second before his shirt fell over it.
Gould stood and pulled the trousers by the hems of the legs, drawing them
smoothly away from Dean's dark, hairy legs. He dropped them to one side
and resumed his attentive position.

 `Good lad,' Dean said, looking down to admire the solid mass pressing
from inside his tight briefs. `But you should still be on your knees.'

Gould knelt again, between Dean's now parted legs. Dean undid his shirt
as the boy watched, and revealed his chest. Defined, strong and covered
with thick dark hair. Without saying anything he reached forward, took
one of Gould's hands and placed it on his chest. The boy was lent
forward by this action and held an arm of the chair so that he did not
touch any other part of Dean's body. Dean took the boy's wrist so that
he could run the palm across his chest.

 `How does it feel?' he asked; his voice soft.

 `Grown up,' Gould replied.

Dean put his own hand on the lad's chest and copied the movement. Then
he let go of Gould's hand and allowed the boy to explore his chest hair
unaided. Dean flicked his fingertips across Gould's nipples and the boy
copied.

 `You are learning,' Dean whispered and took the boys head in his other
hand. He pulled him gently towards him and laid the boy's cheek against
his chest. `Listen to my heart,' he said and started stroking the back
of the boy's head tenderly.

Gould now had nowhere to put his hands apart from around Dean's wide
chest, it looked like he was hugging him. Dean petted him for a while
before wrapping his own arms around the boy and drawing the young body
close against his own.

 `What can you feel against your tummy?' Dean asked.

 `Your...' Gould hesitated and I knew why.

 `You can use whatever words you like Gould,' I reassured him. `You
won't get into trouble.'

 `Thank you sir. I can feel your prick.'

Dean lifted him back into a kneeling position and then stripped of his
shirt to reveal his shoulders. He was now naked but for the white briefs,
surrounded by his tangle of black hair. He lifted his feet from the
floor, wrapped his legs around Gould's body and pulled him forward. The
lad shuffled on his knees until he was up against the edge of the chair.
The Dean placed one hand on his head and gently pushed it down to his
crotch.

 `Kiss it,' he whispered. `Kiss it tenderly through the material, make
it wet. Show me your best feature, show me what you can do with your
tongue.'

I watched, my heart pounding, as the boy did as he was told. He tried to
wrap his lips around the shape of Dean's shaft. He held it between them
and moved his head so that the cock slid to the side, free from its bent
position, and then he manoeuvred it so that it was pointing upwards,
lying flat against Dean's body under the briefs. The lad made small
biting gestures from the base to the tip which now lifted the briefs away
and the wet, glistening tip of Dean's cock poked out from above the
waistband of the briefs. Dean pushed Gould's head down and into the
soft, springiness of his balls. I heard the lad's tongue slurp around
down there and saw the material darken with his moisture. Dean held the
boy by the ears, operated his head as he tipped his own head back and
closed his eyes.

 `Good work lad, that's a good tongue,' he said as he pressed the
boy's face into every part of his groin.

As I watched the two of them I slipped my shirt off, then took off my own
trousers. My dick was constrained in my shorts but I left it alone,
instead of touching it I played with my nipples, already hard and
sensitive. Eventually Dean looked over to me and winked. I smiled back.
He lifted the boy's head from his wet crotch and Gould's face was red,
his lips slightly swollen from working on the material.

 `Stand up Gould,' Dean said and again the boy obeyed without
hesitation.

Now there was no mistaking the lad's excitement. The front of his school
trousers bulged desperately, his penis pointing rigidly to one side. I
could see, in the changing flicker of the firelight that he was not as
big as either of us two, but he was still as hard, still as keen.

 `What now?' Dean asked hypothetically. `What shall we have him do now
Stu?'

 `Come here lad,' I gestured with a wink and the boy took a step to
stand in front of me. His eyes fell immediately to my groin.

I sat up and forward in my chair so that my face was level with the front
of the lad's trousers. From the corner of my eye I could see Dean
drinking and watching, he was breathing deeply. I put my hands on the
side of Gould's legs, wrapping my fingers around them and gripping tight
for a while, feeling the strength of his muscles. They were firm enough,
he was a fit lad. And then I moved my hands upwards, very, very slowly,
all the time griping and letting go, like I was massaging them. Until I
reached his hips, where I tried to see if I could touch my fingers around
his waist. Although he was slim and my hands were big I could not quite
touch my fingertips together. I left my hands slip down a little way, put
one around the back and felt his arse.

 `Turn around,' I said quietly and he did so. `He has a very firm
backside, Dean,' I said in a matter of fact way.

 `Nice,' Dean said gulping a drink. `I expect you would like to fuck
it wouldn't you?'

I felt Gould tense for a second.

 `Do you know what I would really like Gould?' I asked the boy.

 `No sir,' he answered and his voice displayed nervousness again.

 `I would like to taste it.'

There was a pause. I looked at Dean who just grinned.

 `How sir?' Gould asked meekly.

 `I will show you,' I replied and pulled him towards me.

I rested my cheek against the small of his back and moved my hands to the
front of his trousers. There, for the first time, I felt the hard little
cock that strained inside. I scratched the tip of it through the material
with my fingertips and felt Gould flinch. And then slowly I undid the
buttons on his fly until his trousers dropped to the floor.

Now all three of us were wearing only our underwear; school standard and
white, glowing in the firelight. His tight little buns were highlighted
by the light and the stretch of the material and I ran my palm across
one, feeling it fit perfectly in my hand.

 `Turn back again,' I instructed and he did so. His hands covered his
erection as if he were now embarrassed. `Would you like a drink?' I
asked him and signalled for Dean to pass the bottle.

 `A drink sir?'

 `Have you tasted gin before Gould?'

 `No sir.'

 `Would you like to? It's what we prefects drink.'

 `Yes please sir,' he nodded and watched as Dean passed me the bottle.

I held it up to Gould who went to take it.

 `Oh no,' I said teasingly. `Not like that. Like this.'

I poured a little onto the front of my briefs, soaking them. Immediately
my cock became visible, around it the darkness of my pubes showed through
and beneath it the squashed shape of my large balls.

 `Kneel down Gould,' Dean had taken over the instructing now.

The boy did as he was told. He knelt between my legs as I sat back and
stretched out my legs as Dean had done.

 `You know what to do,' Dean said and I watched as the boy's head went
into my lap.

The coldness of the alcohol was soon warmed by his tongue, soft but
strong as it licked the front of my shorts. His face buried into the
fleshy mound of my ball sack and his mouth gulped eagerly for any taste
of the gin that it could find. He sucked in hard on the side of my cock,
took my head into his mouth through the cotton, drew in deep on my flesh
and sucked the liquid out of my briefs. I raised his head and looked into
his eyes. They were wide, round with wonder.

 `Good?'

He nodded and licked all around his wet lips. I poured more gin into my
lap, my cock twitching at the sudden cold, and then pushed his head down
there again. This time he sucked and clawed with his eager mouth like he
was dying of thirst. His hands gripped my hips, steadying himself, giving
himself more leverage as he drank from my soaked groin.

I saw Dean stand and I watched as he came and stood beside us. His cock
was still straining for release from his saliva soaked underwear and he
was gripping it through the wet material. Without warning he pulled the
lad up and shoved his face into his groin.

 `Suck on it,' he ordered. `Get it out and suck on it now.'

The boy struggled with the briefs, got his hands inside and pulled them
down quickly. Dean's cock sprang out, slapped against the innocent face
and was immediately lost as the boy impaled himself on the shaft.

 `Slowly boy,' Dean calmed him a little.

He took the lad by the side of the head and showed him how to move
slowly, gracefully up and down the shaft. Beneath its impressive length I
could see his balls, tight now and swollen, almost vanishing up into his
body. I knew he would soon be unloading his juice into the lad's mouth
but I didn't want it to happen like that.

I slipped out of my chair and onto my knees behind Gould. I took him
around the waist and pulled him back to sit on my lap. Dean's cock fell
from his moth and my friend looked down at me confused.

 `Not yet,' I winked and he seemed to understand.

I could now feel my cock sliding through my wet briefs and up against the
boy's tight little arse crack. The wetness from the gin transferred and,
when I lay Gould face down on the floor, I could see his underwear
darkening where his arse had pressed against me. I took hold of his
briefs and pulled them gently down to reveal his hairless, round arse.
They came away and I threw them to one side.

Dean sat back in his chair, his cock flopping back against his firm belly
and he lit a cigarette; happy to take a break while I played with our new
helper. I reached for the gin and put it beside me. Then I slowly parted
the boy's legs, spreading them as wide as I thought was comfortable for
him, and gazed in on his dark, wrinkled hole. I took the gin and
carefully poured a little between his shoulder blades. He jerked at the
sudden cold but then relaxed again as a trickle of alcohol ran downwards
along his spine. I poured some more and the trickle became a stream. It
reached the small of his back, gathered momentarily and then ran off to
the side and onto the floor.

Before I wasted any more I knelt on all fours over the prone boy and
started to lick it off. From his neck I travelled slowly downwards,
feeling each rivet in his spine, massaging his flesh with my tongue,
until I reached the pool at the small of his back where I drank. I sat
back, took the bottle again and poured. This time the liquid fell between
the crack of his arse and trickled over his arsehole before travelling
beneath and out of sight. He flinched again as the liquid touched his
most sensitive parts. I did not give it a moment to evaporate but started
to drink again. Licking it, and him, from the top of his crack, further
in, lower down, deeper until I could feel the change in contour and the
tightness of his virgin hole against my tongue. I sucked on it, drawing
in alcohol and boy sweat as I kneaded his cheeks, pulled them wider to
allow my face further in. I felt him push his hips up to meet me, helping
me, wanting me to explore more. I heard him gasp as he writhed and moan
as he tried to force his arse into my face. Gripped him tighter, I lifted
him and fucked him with my tongue.

And then I was aware that he was trying to kneel up. I moved back to
allow it and saw Dean kneeling in front of the boy, his cock in one hand
and the boy's head in the other. In a second the boy was impaled on
Dean's monster rod again. I watched, looking along the young, slim body
until my eyes came back to his little pink hole, dripping still with gin
and saliva. I plunged in again with such force that I thrust him forward
and heard him gag as Dean's cock must have hit the back of his throat. A
rhythm started, me fucking the lad with my tongue at one end and Dean
with his cock at the other. I had him by the hips again, pulling him onto
me and off Dean; then pushing him back onto my friend before dragging his
arse into my face.

 `Fuck I'm going to come soon,' I heard Dean complain and immediately
I stopped. It still wasn't the right time.

I sat back and pulled Gould onto my lap once more. My rigid cock slipped
up between his cheeks and I felt his small balls rest on my larger,
hairier ones. Dean grabbed for his suddenly free cock but I ordered him
to leave it alone. He looked at me with is face all taught with
desperation.

 `In a minute,' I said and wrapped my arms around the lad.

Gould was panting and I could feel his heart racing as I held him to me.

 `Are you o.k.?' I asked.

 `Yes sir,' he gasped back, short of breath.

 `You sure?'

 `Uh hu. I mean yes sir.'

 `What's your first name Gould?'

 `Alexander,' he said and sounded confused. `Alex.'

 `O.k. Alex. You can call me Stuart now, but only in here ok?'

 `Yes sir.'

 `Alex, I'm going to fuck you now. Have you ever had another boy's
dick in your arse?'

 `No sir... No Stuart,' he said and his nervousness was back and very
apparent.

 `If you want me to stop, just say so, o.k.? And I will.'

 `O.k.' he said quickly.

I let him go and told him to stand up as I sat back in my chair. Dean was
still glaring at me, desperate to shoot his load and I almost smiled at
his predicament. But my mind was on the feel of the cute boy's virgin
arse that was soon to be mine.

 `Let me see you Alex,' I said and the boy turned to face me.

I saw his cock for the first time. Long, this, the foreskin pulled back
to reveal an angry red head. Beneath it his balls were small and hung in
a slightly wrinkled sack. Around his smooth penis was a short, almost
imperceptible smattering of hair. I brought him to stand between my legs,
lent forward and pursed my lips. Keeping them as tightly together as I
could, I slowly drew him into my mouth. All the way until my forehead was
pressed against his hairless belly. He tasted salty, almost bitter and
had about him the musty smell of youth. My hands felt for his arse
cheeks, I pulled them apart and brushed a finger over his hole.

And then there was the feel of rough stubble against my hands. Dean was
behind the lad, feasting on his innocent arse, tongue fucking him again
as I gave the lad his first proper blow job. Gould held onto my head and
I could hear him start his moaning again. He kept running his hands
across my cheeks as if he'd never felt unshaved flesh before, his
fingers kept touching his cock and my lips as if he couldn't believe
that I was sucking him. I played with his little balls, tickling them as
I used them to draw his cock into my mouth and he murmured `yes' and
`I like that sir,' as I did so.

And then I heard him grunt out `oh no,' and I knew he was about to
come. Immediately I pushed him off me and held him still. He was panting
desperately, sweat running down his chest. He tried to grip his twitching
dick but I held his hands firmly against his side. Dean stood up too and
left him alone. I saw Gould controlling himself, felt his arms tremble
and heard his breathing regain a calmer rhythm. I watched his cock for
ages, waiting while he recovered. He hadn't come. I'd averted it just
in time.

I let him go, lay back in my chair, gripped my cock with one hand and
lubed it up with spit with the other. Gould looked at it and bit his lip.

 `It won't hurt for long,' I reassured him and he nodded his
acquiescence.

Dean put his hands under the boy's arms and with no effort lifted him
from the ground. He placed him on my chair, one foot on either side of
me, and supported him as Gould started to squat down. I guided my shaft
with one hand until his legs prevented me from holding it. The lad
gripped the side of the armchair and I gripped his waist. I felt Dean's
wide hands take my cock and I saw him kneel between my legs, guiding me
towards the lad's arsehole. I felt the tip of my penis touch the creased
flesh, still slippery from the Gin and I felt the alcohol burn me
delicately, heightening the sensation. Gould was looking at me, he looked
even more nervous.

 `Just relax Alex,' I reassured him and he flashed a thankful smile.

His cock had softened slightly so that it now fell forward, too long for
the small balls that were tightening beneath it, out of proportion. The
sight of its smoothness and the thought that this was a virgin fifth
former really turned me on. And knowing that Dean was guiding my cock
into him added to all that. I wanted to grab the boy and shove him onto
me but I knew that that would be wrong for him. Instead I let him sink
lower in his own time.

I felt heat around my glowing cock, I felt him open up as the first
centimetre of my shaft penetrated him, and I saw his face tighten with
pain. He stopped, held his breath, let it go slowly, beads of sweat
gathering on his brow and running into his eyes. And hen he lowered a
fraction more.

 `I can't do this. I'm sorry Stuart,' he said.

 `That's fine Alex, leave it.'

 `No, it's o.k. I want to,' he changed his mind. Took a deep breath
and let himself go.

I felt his balls land on me, I felt my cock impale him and I felt his
hole grab tight around my girth. He stifled a yell, his knuckles turning
white as he gripped the chair. His head fell forward and his breathing
started coming in short, sharp gasps. I lay there looking up at him until
he opened his eyes. He forced a smile.

 `I'm o.k.' he whispered.

 `Just go slow,' Dean instructed, still kneeling between my legs. He
was watching in close up as Gould lifted himself tentatively, paused and
then slid himself down again.

This time the lad found it easier. And his long, flaccid cock flopped
against my stomach. When he rose up again he left a patch of precum on me
which glistened in the light from the fire. He started a slow rhythm,
pushing himself up with his legs and his arms until the rim of my cock
head started to stretch his sphincter, then he'd slide down again,
letting me penetrate as far as he wanted before repeating the movement.

Once I knew that he was in control, had relaxed and was enjoying the new
feeling, I relaxed too and began to notice what I felt: The heat from his
arse, the smoothness of his thighs as I rested my hands on them, and
something else. Dean's tongue as he tried to push his face against my
balls and lick them when Gould's movement would allow. I reached for he
boy's cock, stroked it back to firmness, rubbed his own juice around the
head with my thumbs. I played with his balls.

 `Feel good Alex?'

 `Oh yes sir,' the boy panted back. `Feels really good. It doesn't
hurt anymore.'

 `You like to have an older boy's cock in you?'

 `I like it very much sir.'

 `What do you like about it most?' Dean had stood up and was now
standing beside me, his cock still sticking straight out, swollen and
ready.

 `I like the feel of it,' Gould tried to say. `I like the way it
stretches my arse. It makes my prick even harder, feeling Stuart's prick
inside me. I like to feel his hair against my arse. I like to see his
face. I like to see that I'm making him happy.'

 `I like to watch your smooth little cock,' Dean said as he stroked his
own really slowly. `I like to watch my best friend burry his eighteen
year old dick into a virgin.'

 `It's making my balls ache,' Gould said between gasps. `I can feel
them getting tight. I like the way he's wanking me.'

 `I'm not touching you,' I said and the boy looked down. I'd stopped
playing with his cock, it was fully hard again.

 `It feels like someone's sucking on my cock as I'm sitting on his,'
Gould said in wonder. `I think it's going to make me spunk up soon.'

 `Have you ever seen an older boy's spunk?' Dean asked him.

 `No sir, never. Only the boys in my dorm.'

 `Are their cocks as big as ours?'

 `No.'

 `Do they let you suck them?'

 `No.'

 `Do they let you sit on their cocks?'

 `No.'

 `He's getting close,' I said. I could feel his arse tighten and his
breathing was getting faster.

 `Let us see you come off,' Dean grabbed the lad's arse with one hand,
stroked it.

 `Yes sir,' the boy gasped and tried to reach for his prick.

 `Leave that, you won't need to touch it,' Dean said and immediately
the lad gripped the chair again.

 `Fuck him Stu,' Dean was also panting. I could tell he was getting
close. I decided it was time we all let go.

I took hold of Gould's slim hips, gripped him tight and took over. Now I
was lifting him and planting him, using his young fame to wank myself off
into him. He reached out and grabbed Dean's fat cock, started to pull on
it, started to wank him while all the time his own little dick bounced
around, slapping against me as I slammed him onto my shaft and then
springing up in the air as I lifted him.

 `I'm going to fill you with spunk Alex,' I said, my teeth gritted.

I slammed him down onto me, ground his little hips around, felt his
smooth arse flatten against my hairy legs and shot my spunk up his arse.

 `Oh yeah!' the lad called out. `Fuck me sir.'

I lifted him and slammed him again in time for another spurt, and then
another.

 `You're getting fucked for the first time,' I heard myself say.
`I'm filing you with my spunk and I'm fucking a virgin lad for the...'

 `I'm coming,' the boy gasped. `Oh sir... oh yes... please...'

 `Look at me,' Dean ordered. The boy had closed his eyes. He opened
them now and they were clouded with confusion and wonder. `Look at me as
I watch you come.'

Gould panted, gasped, let out a strangled moan and screwed up his face. I
pushed him down onto my cock once and for all and twisted him. I kept
pushing him down, kept him impaled on my painfully throbbing, spent cock
as I watched his. It jerked. He yelled out. I slid him back and forth
across my lap, forcing my cock as deep into him as it would go while it
was still hard; giving his as much pleasure as I could. He let go of
Dean's cock and looked at me.

 `Oh Jesus sir,' he said in disbelief and then looked down.

His young cock spewed out a stream of hot, white spunk that flew up and
at me. I opened my mouth and caught the first of it right on my tongue.

 `Oh fuck, oh fuck,' I heard Dean grunt. I reached out my hand and
grabbed my mate's balls. I pulled on them. `That's it Stuart.'

 `Sir...'

The lad's cock erupted again, another stream of spunk splattered onto my
chest. His balls were practically indivisible now, up into him and
working hard. His arse tightened around my cock. He fell forward as a
third spurt of juice shot from his little cock and landed hot on my
stomach. Dean grabbed his head, turned it to face him.

 `Open,' he gasped and the boy obeyed.

Dean held his head with one hand and pulled on his cock with the other.
He came hard and loads, dumping it all into the boy's open mouth.

 `Taste it,' I encouraged. `Taste what an older boy's spunk is
like.'

 `Fuck, fuck, yes,' Dean wanked harder and came again; another wad of
spunk hit the boy's face. The boy moaned with pleasure and licked where
he could reach.

Dean couldn't stand it any more. He pushed the boys open, cum filed
mouth over the end of his cock and spurted again, this time into his
throat.

 `Swallow me,' he grunted. `Swallow my come.' He thrust his hips,
held the lad's face against his fury bush and made the boy gag as he
unloaded everything from his manly ball sack into the virgin mouth.

 `Jesus he's a good Fag,' Dean whispered as the boy licked the last of
the cum from Dean's red cock head. `We must keep this one.'

 `Thank you sir,' Gould said as he was finally allowed to leave Dean's
cock alone.

The boy lay down, stretched across me, with his head against my chest. My
cock slipped from his wet arse and flopped exhausted against my leg.
Between us I could feel his spunk cold and sticky now, like it was gluing
us together. Dean had already started looking around for another drink.
He poked the fire and went to crash in his armchair.

I felt Alex's breathing calm down, his heart rate slowed. His fingers
brushed against the side of my face and he looked up at me.

Without saying anything else he kissed me once, lay his head down again
and promptly fell asleep.