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Hello, my name is Mats and I wanna tell you something!
In in the school holidays there are always some crazy ideas in my head and this
time I have decided to write some sort of report on the most exciting year of my
entire life, the recently finished 1995.
What is so special about this year? Well, I am sure that you will find out
in just a few minutes.
Some weeks ago I celebrated my 15th birthday and think that my experiences in
the last year are not exactly what one would expect from a normal 14-year-old.
It all started in January, 1995.

1 Weekend with friends

It was Thursday night and as usually I was working on myself, as usually trying
to avoid sudden movements or treacherous noises in order not to wake up my
younger brother. He was 11 years old and did not yet discover the full features
of his young body.
I was doing it slowly, gently rubbing the head of my cock with thumb and
forefinger of my right hand.
But the feeling was not as good as it should be and this was due to the fact
that my favoured beating-off-fantasies were overshadowed by some other
oppressing thoughts.
In just about 8 hours I would have to stand up, drive through the piercing
coldness and conduct a really disgusting test in mathematics which was the
subject I liked least. But that was not all. Carefully I turned around in my bed
and stopped stimulating myself. More important things had to be worked out. My
parents, brother and little sister were to leave tomorrow afternoon to visit my
grandparents. I could not join them because on sunday there was a tennis
team-championship where my participation was required. So I was facing one and a
half dull days alone at home. Plenty of time on my own, but I couldn't stroke
myself permanently, could I?
So I had asked my mother if I could bring one of my friends to sleep in our
house and she had allowed me to. 
Now I was wondering whom I should invite. This seemed to be a unique chance for
me so I had to think carefully.
There was Kai, my best friend. But he had slept at my place for some twenty
times before and nothing ever happened. I shut my eyes and projected the
imagines of my classmates on my inner eye. Who could be interested in some
little games? Finally I decided to try Jan. He was about half a year older than
me and also some inches taller. He had dark-blonde hair, dark-brown eyes and a
body one could only dream of. Moreover there were rumors that he was very close
(very, very close) with Philipp, another of my classmates. But since they were
very popular among our classe's girls nobody had ever suspected them openly. So
I figured I could eventually get some of my fantasies transferred to reality.
If he would refuse to come (and I thought there was quite a big probability that
he would) I was forced to get back to Kai. Content with my solution I dreamed
away, saving my juice for a better occasion.
The next morning, after the dreadful test, I turned around to Jan and asked him.
"They don't arrive back before Sunday?", he asked back incredulous.
"Yeah", I answered, "the whole house only for us!". 
"OK then, I'll come. Shall I bring something?" "We have enough to eat and drink,
but you could perhaps bring a video or something else to have fun with."
A cunning grin scurried over his face. "I'll find something!"
After that the rest of the school day was easy to endure. It was too good a
feeling to know that a whole weekend with this sexy guy was awaiting me!
At 4 p.m. the last suitcases were put into the car and my mother dismissed me.
"Be careful, will you?", she demanded up to the mark. "Of course I will, mom."
"Good, we'll be back on sunday afternoon, I hope you'll have some fun with Jan."
"I think I will. Good-bye!" They were briefly waving their hands and then I was
alone.
I started preparing for Jan's arrival. On my way home I had had a very good idea
and longed to carry it out. I hurried in the room which I was sharing with my
brother. I removed a cupboard and his writing-table. This furniture was quite
heavy and I was sweating a bit. But finally I could contently view my work: Mine
and my brother's bed were standing directly beside each other, hardly an inch
between them. I hoped that this construction would become a real playground
during this night!
After that I took a quick shower and placed the armchairs in the leaving room so
that we could watch TV more conveniently.
At 6 p.m. our door-bell was ringing. Excited I hurried downstairs and with a
broad smile I opened the door. But this smile faded away immediately when I
noticed that Jan hadn't come alone. Philipp was standing beside him, both were
sweating and Jan held a dirty football in his right arm.
He did not seem to notice the change of my mood and entered the house, laying
down the ball next to the door.
"Hi!", he said. "We have played soccer and I told Philipp about your being
alone. We figured that one additional guest would increase the fun a bit,
doesn't it?"
"Yes, of course" I replied, trying to sound happy. "Come in, hurry up or you
will catch a bad flu!"
After that we (mostly they) decided that it would be best if they took a brief
shower in order to protect themselves. I should lend both a one of my pajamas. I
showed them to the bathroom and heard them giggle while they were undressing.
"Shit", I said, walking upstairs to my room to fetch the pajamas. Now they would
have some fun together, first in the shower (I felt that something was growing
in my underwear when I was imagining these cute guys showering together.
Actually they were in the shower I just standed nude in some thirty minutes
agoin and I couldn't join them!) and then through the whole evening while I was
forced to provide the equipment and the nourishment without any benefit for me.
It was really annoying.
I was working through my cupboard and discovered three long pyjamas, two of them
green and one dark-blue. "If they wanna wear pajamas I will do it too", I
thought, starting to undress. I removed pullover and shirt, slipped out of my
jeans, took off my socks and put down my shorts. I heart someone scream from
downstairs and hurried into the dark-blue pajama. Then I jumped into my
slippers, grabbed the green pajamas and ran down the stairs.
I knocked at the bathroom door and Jan opened, only a wet towel around his hips
and his wonderful bare chest exposed to my lustful peeks. "We need another
towel", he said, taking the pajamas from me. I opened one drawer of the cupboard
beside the bathroom door and got a big towel which I throwed to Jan.
"Thanks", he said, briefly showing his wonderful white teeth. "Come to the
living-room when you're ready!", I shouted through the closed door and went
there myself.
I sat down and thought the whole situation over. Two beautiful boys instead of
only one. Virtually this should be an advantage but I was not very sure how it
would turn out in the end. First of all there were some practical questions. I
only had two beds in my room, not three. "I will have to sleep down here on the
sofa", I murmured to myself unhappily. But there was also a positive issue to
wonder about. Jan and Philipp would not want to wear their sweaty sneakers
inside here and therefore they would be forced to stay barefooted which was no
problem, because it was warm inside and we had carpet all over the place.
Finally I found something to look forward to, some hours of foot-watching are
not that bad a prospect. (I have to admit that I am kind of a foot-fetishist. A
sexy boy's feet can virtually drive me crazy.) I just started wondering if I
would be able to keep my cock in a limp condition under these circumstances,
when my two guests entered the living-room. A quick look down and, yes!, they
both were barefooted!
Philipp was almost as tall as Jan, had dark-red hair, really soft looking lips
(Probably Jan could tell me how they felt like, down there!) and his light-blue
eyes were currently scanning the room.
"Nice place you have", he said "and your shower is also rather spacious." He
took a quick look to Jan and a little smile hushed over his face.
They sat down and I turned on the TV-set. The evening then seemed to develop
just as I had feared. I brought something to drink, crisps, ice-cream and other
sweets and they were laughing together, enjoying our big TV screen and the good
sound. I was watching their feet (Especially Philipp's looked extremely
delicious. Short-cut nails, regular shaped toes, clean looking. I dreamed to
touch his toes from underneath with my tongue, tenderly licking the sensible
skin.) and trying desperately not to get an erection.
They were whispering behind me, giggling. "Probably they are planning their
night", I thought, preventing to concentrate my attention on the TV screen. A
few minutes later I stood up and went to the bathroom, leaving them alone with
their little secrets.
As I came back the TV was off and I saw them kneeling nude in front of each
other on the floor, their hands on each others shoulders and slowly licking  on
each other's tongue in the air between their mouths. Both of them had a huge
erection and they didn't seem to notice me. I could feel my suddenly pulsating,
rock-hard cock in my pyjamas and stared at this real fulfilment of my fantasies.
I forced myself to look away from these heavenly scene and wanted to turn around
when they let each other go and stood up. On their beautiful feet they
approached me and Jan kneed down. He looked up right in my face and I saw his
cunning grin again, this time staying on the face. "You want it, what? You need
it more than anything else?" I tried not to yell it out, but I couldn't prevent
it "Yeah, please take me and do anything you want with me." "You said it, boy!",
said Philipp behind me and took off my pajama-shirt. I stand there, shivering
and unable to move or speak a word. They took my slippers away and then my
trousers. Now we were all nude with our cocks about to explode; unbelievable,
beyond everything I ever dreamed of.
Jan was kneeling again, gently touching my inner thighs and my ass with his
elegant fingers. Then he put his warm, humid mouth around one of my balls and
started sucking. Meanwhile Philipp stand on my rigth side, carefully tickling my
toes with his and looking deep into my eyes. Then he lowered his face a bit and
stretched out his long red tongue. He licked over my quivering lips and as I
opened them his tongue entered my mouth and was working there wildly. I couldn't
resist any longer and grabbed Philipp's precum-squirted cock, started to stroke
him heavily. A deep grunt from him made me to slow down my efforts to preserve
the tension.
Some moments later they released their grip on me and led me to the open place
between the armchairs and the TV set. They made me lay down on my back. Now it
was Jan's turn to kiss me. He laid down beside me, pushing his hard dick against
my left hip and gripping the thick shaft of my cock with his left hand. While he
was slowly stimulating me there, his tongue slid easily around my mouth,
covering my awaiting lips with his warmness. Then he found his way to my tongue
and acted at least as pressing as Philipp had done some minutes before. But this
was not enough. Suddenly I noticed what Philipp was doing. He was lying on my
right side, his face headed in the opposite direction. And he was actually
licking my feet! I could feel his warm mouth sucking my toes. "This must be
paradise!", was the only thing I could think of. I could have proceded with this
action for hours, but then Jan emerged out of my mouth and stood up. "Man you're
tasting good!" he said. I didn't waste time and used the situation to try
another of my phantasies. "Come onto me" I said to Philipp and he immediately
understood what I was aiming at. A few seconds later he was lying on me, still
in opposite direction, and I could feel our cocks touching between us. And there
they were, his beautiful, slender feet. I put his left foot against my left
cheek and started sucking the nice toes of the right one. To this type of
extended-69-position we added a subtle rhytm of movement and having my cock
stimulated that way I felt that I was rapidly approaching climax. "Uh, I'll cum
in some seconds", I was gasping. 
"Stop it, please!", Jan said and Philipp rolled down from me at once. "Please
sit up a bit", Jan said. He took my hands, smiled and pulled me up. A few
moments later I was on my knees, my legs wide-spread, my head down and my ass
pointing up. I knew what was about to come and really wanted it, wanted it more
than I had wanted anything else ever before. But they were planning something
special. From behind Jan grabbed my scrotum and carefully squeezed it. My precum
was floating now and he covered the head of my cock with his other hand. Slowly
he brought me to the point and with a little scream I shot in his hand, five or
six times, more than I had been able to produce when I was alone. He catched my
warm, slimy cum in his hand and divided it into two parts. One portion he used
to cover the head of his cock, the other one he rubbed between my back-cheeks.
Under Jan's tender touchings I felt the blood rushing into my cock again,
desperately longing for another orgasm.
And then something began which I hadn't even thought of in my most adventurous
dreams.
Jan was caressing my ass and the region around my anus with his fingers. Philipp
started kissing me again, stimulating himself with one hand. Suddenly the
foreplay was over and they both started. "Now we'll really fuck you, baby!", Jan
said and began bringing the head of his cock into my ass. "Take this!", Philipp
said and substituted his hot tongue with his even hotter dick. "Suck the hell
out of it, boy!" I began to swallow his stick-like hardon and gave my best. I
wasn't just a rookie though, in my fantasies during my self-stimulations I had
already sucked more guys than I was able to hold record of. 
We were all groaning now on an increasing level as our erections reached the
points of no return.
Close to my second orgasm Jan said to Philipp "I think, as a newcomer, he has
the right to receive a special treatment, don't you?" "Of course he has!",
Philipp agreed and stopped pushing into my mouth. Only indignantly I let him
remove his swollen dick from my it. 
"Please lay yourself on your back, Mats!", Jan ordered me. I did it, I would
have done everything to just hold on with the action!
Philipp then placed himself on my chest, the head of his dick just out of range
of my hungry tongue. This became a really exquisit position when Jan knelt down
just above my head, his knees on either side of it. When I looked up I could see
his balls and his massive dick growing out of his pubic hair. 
They started tongue-kissing again which appeared to be one of their favoured
techniques. Moreover they heavily stroke themselves, my dick being forgotten
down there. But my sensation was so overwhelming that it seemed to be possible
for me to cum without virtual stimulation, simply by watching and feeling these
beautiful guys having fun on me. They accelerated their movements and then their
well-merited shoots were coming. Philipps warm load was pumped all over my face,
into my wellcoming open mouth, whereas Jans cum mostly splashed on Philipps
belly. But they hadn't forgotten about me.
Philipp turned around on me and began to give me a real out-of-this-world
blowjob while I was kneading his beautiful, cracky ass. This time it was Jan who
licked my toes and I think at that moment my moans turned into screams. As I
finally came Jan and Philipp divided my load and appeared to appreciate it.
After this seduction which once for all set an end to my virginity, we took
another shower together and being in the cabin with these nude beauties was
exactly that pleasure I had expected it to be!
Also the lack of beds wasn't a problem any longer as we all three spend the
night nude and very close together on my 'playground'. A nice end for the most
exciting (and hottest!) day in my entire life!
In the next morning I returned all the favour, but this is another story...


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(This part rather deals with feelings than with actual sex, although that is 
what the protagonist successfully achieves in the end!)

Hi there, this is Mats again!
Here comes the next part of my long-awaited memoires!
After I had lost my virginity I had messed around a bit with my new "friends"
Jan and Philipp but they preferred to maintain their special relationship and 
so I was looking for something (better: someone) else to have fun with.

2 Repitional lessons

His name was Tim, but I used to call him Timmi when I was dreaming under my 
sheets.
He was two classes below me, but one wouldn't have been able to judge this 
simply by his appearance. He was thin, although not too lean, and almost as 
tall as I was. His hair was between blonde and brown and rather short. His 
lips were nearly red and looked as fresh as a juicy strawberry. They were 
covering snow-white teeth and an equally fresh-looking tongue which left my 
blood raging whenever I had the luck to get a peek at it. He also had the 
most wonderful light-blue eyes I had ever seen and his clean and well cared-for 
hands promised only the best concerning other parts of his body. 
He wore fashionable clothes, well fitting and emphasizing his overwhelming 
expression.
His smile was close to "out-of-this-world" and I was adoring him for nearly 
one year now, all the way since I had found out about my preference for boys. 
I never dared to get any closer to him, though, than I could arrange during 
the normal school day. Moreover I couldn't easily talk to such a kid, could 
I? What would my friends have said if they had seen me with such a youngster? 
Well, my self-confidence had reached an unexpectedly high level after my 
successful serving of two rather experienced boys and so I was beginning to 
think of a plan to actually seduce Tim. I wished to strip all his clothes off
and lay my hands on his worshipped body. Then I intended to give him more
pleasure 
than he ever thought one could feel. 
But how could I ever hope to achieve such a mountain-high goal, for this boy 
had to have literally dozens of admirers?
Carefully I tried to get more information about him and his habits. I used some 
"dark channels" to obtain all the rumours that were around, including the elder 
brother of one of my younger brother's classmates and a girl in the class
between 
Tim and me who I had to lie to a little to serve my purpose.
I learned that Timmi was a quite successful pupil, (with the notable exception
of 
mathematics) fairly popular in his class and elsewhere (who wonders?) and that
he 
didn't have shown up with a girl-friend yet. So there was some hope (at least I
made 
me believe that)!
I had learned where he lived and since it was just a 5-minute bike-ride away
from my 
home I started to hang out a lot around his house. I even shirked school for
some hours 
in order to catch him on his way there.
Finally I knew his time-table fairly well and was always able to say where he
attended 
which subject at which time.
Therefore I was seeing him in nearly every break during school-day and made sure
that he 
also noticed, that I had some kind of special interest. If I could manage I even
used the 
same bus home as he did.
At one day, some weeks after the beginning of my crusade for his favour, I used
my chance 
and placed directly beside him in the crowded bus. "Hello!", I said, trying to
smile the 
warmest, the most pleasant smile I could think of. "Hello", he answered, not
unfriendly. He 
also smiled but appeared to be rather puzzled how to handle the situation. My
heart began 
to beat faster. "Now or never", I decided and tried: "I see you so often but
still don't 
know your name!" When it comes to love every mean is suitable, even a bold lie
like that.
"Oh, my name is Tim. And you're Mats, aren't you?" Now it was my turn to be
puzzled and 
surprised I asked back: "How did you know that?"
"Well", he said a little embarrassed "you are in the tennis-team and I once
watched you 
playing." This was also a little lie as I discovered later. "Afterwards I asked
someone about 
it, because I wondered why you seemed to appear everywhere I was." Aha. I was
really excited 
now, for this sounded rather promising to me. But I managed to stay cool and
said: "Oh, really? 
I didn't even notice that!" He knew that this was not true, my interest in him
had been too 
obvious, but he also knew that I knew that he knew and this really intensified
the atmosphere 
between us. At least I had the feeling that it did and so I was quite proud of
what I had 
achieved up to now. But I still had to organize something substantial in order
to strengthen 
this new connection between us.
"Heard you face some problems in mathematics!" Of course this didn't quite fit
with my previous 
statement, but I had to dare it.
"Yeah, unfortunately that's completely true!", he admitted, his face enlighted
with that very 
smile of his. He hadn't asked how I obtained that information! It seemed to be
my lucky day!
"Perhaps I could help you to solve your problems. With a good explanation you
will most probably 
get it considerably faster, what do you think?" As the reader may remember,
mathematics happened 
to be also my less favoured subject, but I hoped that we would come to other
things soon if I 
once succeeded to be alone with him.
"Oh, would you really do that for me? I thought about asking someone else to
help me, but always 
feared that nobody would want to waste time for that." "I'm sure that everybody
would have been 
glad to help you, Tim!", I said with a charming smile. "I think I'll try it."
"Hey, that's really cool! I will figure out a suitable time and tell you
tomorrow, okay? But now 
you have to let me through, my bus-stop is next."
I was standing up, but made sure that he was well touching me with his backside
when getting out 
of his seat. "Bye", I said when the bus stopped. "See you!", he answered, turned
around and 
vanished in the crowd of other people I had totally forgotten about when talking
to him.
I fell back heavily onto my seat. Various thoughts were floating through my
brain at a quite rapid 
speed, the main feeling being total disbelief.
I almost missed my bus-stop, but woke up out of my daydream just in time to
stumble out of the 
vehicle. 
I simply couldn't believe it! This pretty boy had hardly done anything to render
my task! With my 
head full of beautiful imaginations I slowly wandered the short distance from
the bus-stop to our 
house. For the rest of the day there wasn't much to catch my attention. I was
just awaiting tomorrow, 
anxious that everything could have been only a dream.
In the next morning I couldn't await the ending of the first two periods. After
that I would have time 
to go and look for Timmi! I was sitting in my class, staring at the blackboard
and hearing some 
distant voices floating around me, but couldn't follow the exercises at all. I
was solely thinking 
about Tim and our planed repitional lessons. My seemingly ignorant behaviour
yielded me some extra 
homework, but I didn't mind too much, because I was much too excited when the
ringing break-bell 
finally put an end to my dream. I checked out Timmi's time-table that I knew by
heart and headed for 
his next site. All his classmates were there but I couldn't spot the object of
my desire. A bit 
desorientated I turned around myself, scanning the crowds of pupils for his
beloved face. But still 
there was no Timmi. I didn't dare to ask one of his friends where he was and
sadly went away to join 
my next class in time. I hung my head a bit, muttering about my bad luck and how
unjust the world was. 
Therefore he had to address me twice before I noticed him. There he was! The
cutest guy I could imagine, 
walking directly beside me, his face a bit blushed by the cold january winds.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? I've searched through the whole building to find
you!"
"Oh hi! Nothing's wrong with me. I just took a walk to solve an interesting
problem for my next 
mathematics lesson." I didn't want him to know how much I was looking forward to
be alone with him. I 
didn't want him to know that he had been the only issue I was thinking about the
whole day long.
"Anyway", he smiled, "I've organized something. Would you mind if we held our
lessons at my place?"
"Well, I think that's Ok for me", I replied, trying to express no special
excitement. The room I shared 
with my younger brother with my sister's room just one door away wasn't exactly
the site, though, were I 
could imagine the final seduction taking place.
"So that is clear!", he stated. "What about the day then, are you able to come
on Thursdays, perhaps 
between 4 and 6 p.m.?" Later I found out that his mother often left for shopping
at exactly that time, 
whereas his father was working in another part of the house and wouldn't disturb
us. But at the time being 
I didn't expect Tim himself to think about these issues, though. 
"Yeah, that fits. Do you wanna start already this week?" "Yes, that would be
great!"
Then he gave me his address that I already knew and eventually took a leave. We
both came much too late 
for our next classes, but that wasn't important at all, was it?
Since it was only Tuesday when we made our appointment, I was facing about two
days of additional waiting 
time. This was extremely hard to bear with victory close in sight, but I managed
to get through it by 
carefully planning everything I would do and say to get Timmi where I wanted him
to be.
Thursday came. I survived all seven mindbogglingly boring lessons without being
seriously damaged and left 
school with a warm and anticipating feeling in my stomach. I couldn't barely eat
anything and just sat there, 
waiting for the moment to come. Finally I remembered that I was about to give a
repitional lesson and gathered 
my calculator, an exercise book and some pencils. I was determined to hold on to
my story, although I couldn't 
really remember anything of the stuff we were told in mathematics two years ago.
At 3.30 p.m. I couldn't sit quiet any longer. I took my knapsack, left the house
and hurried to my bike. 
Slowly I drove to Timmi's house, carefully avoiding to think too much about what
was coming, because I feared 
that I might cause an accident by crossing the street without looking or
something similar.
I was a bit too early but as I rang the door-bell he opened quickly and smiled
_his_ smile. I could see his 
eyes twinkling but didn't think about that too much. He turned around and led me
through the corridor. I left 
my jacket there, and also my shoes (good things to come as he was wearing thin
socks only). We entered the 
living-room where I spoke some words with his mother.
She seemed to be a nice person, but I couldn't be entirely sure as my
concentration during the conversation 
was focused on something completely different. I was imagining the form of
Timmi's feet, taking a short peek 
from time to time at the place where he stood. I couldn't see much but hoped
that there would be many more 
chances for me.
We finally left his mother and got to a stair that was covered with thick
carpet. Walking on it felt extremely 
smooth and I enjoyed Timmi's back directly in front of me. I had to fight with
myself to prevent me from 
touching him here and now, this wouldn't have done any good, I figured.
We left the stair and stood in another carpet-covered floor. The last door to
the right was his and it opened 
to a really beautiful, spacious room that at once made me feeling at home. He
shut the door behind us and I 
slowly turned around, trying to learn as much as possible about him from his
stuff. I saw many books but few 
toys, a TV-set and a CD-player with nice, black boxes. There was his desk,
covered with a thick layer of papers 
of all kinds, on top of which I noticed the type of mathematics-book we used two
years ago and some exercise-books. 
Finally I came to his bed and the smooth-looking sheets immediately caused me to
imagine his nude body, lying
there with wide-spread legs and gently caressing himself. Suddenly I remembered
that I wasn't alone in the room 
and stopped my dream before it could excite me too much.
"Nice room that you have! You wanna begin with the work?"
"Yeah, ok.", he said. But I'm quite sure that he was a little bit disappointed
by my sense of duty. But 
nevertheless he sat down on his side of the desk. "You can take that chair over
there!", he pointed out to me.
I took it and settled down on the opposite side of the desk. It had big drawers
on each side but wasn't very 
broad and there was a free room in the middle of it. As I sat down I could
therefore see Timmi's feet in his 
white socks on the darker carpet. I could distinguish every toe and noticed that
they were shaped very regular 
and had a good size. I was at once in love with his feet as I was loving each
other part of his body, and was 
careful to place my feet near his.
Then we faced each other and I could hardly let my eyes from his fresh, vivid
face. But then he started explaining 
to me what they were learning in mathematics and were his difficulties began. I
had to work hard not to show my own 
ignorance but finally managed to give him some hints about how the things
worked. 
Time went by and I simply enjoyed myself. The atmosphere was friendly and I was
just happy to have my love directly 
in front of me, speaking with me, looking at me and asking me for help. This was
the most wonderful feeling I ever 
felt (outside of my privates, of course) and I was totally relaxed.
Then suddenly a shiver ran through my whole body as he touched one of my feet
with one of his. Our hands had touched 
casually before, but this was totally different. I wanted him to do it again and
he did. This time it was my other 
foot and the contact remained, as Tim pretended that he didn't realize it at
all. (In fact I desperately _hoped_ that 
he only pretended it.) I could feel the warmth of his foot and it was totally
impossible for me to concentrate on 
his questions any longer. I waited another few moments, wanting this contact
between us to last forever.
Then I decided that it was time to take some risks. I carefully lifted my "free"
foot and moved it around, searching 
for his. I found it and started stroking it tenderly. My heartbeat was
accelerating and I think I must have blushed 
heavily. Since there was no reaction from him, he moreover just continued
explaining something geometrical to me, I 
pursued my efforts. After some additional seconds I couldn't stand the
uncertainty any longer and looked up, directly 
into his fascinating light-blue eyes. He stopped telling this crap about circles
and triangles, moved the foot that 
had rested on mine for the past few minutes and started stroking as well. His
eyes began to twinkle again and his lips 
opened to show the most remarkable version of _his_ smile that I had witnessed
up to now. Once more I had the feeling 
that this boy couldn't be just a normal 12-year-old. He seemed to be so much
more experienced, so self-confident and 
trustworthy!
A hot wave of sensation was floating through my whole body, starting in my
fidgeting stomach. My heatbeat slowed down 
again and if the world had collapsed just then, I wouldn't have complained about
it at all.
"It feels great, doesn't it?", his voice sounding nicer and warmer than ever
before.
"Yeah, that's really good!", I answered.
"Would you like to do that barefooted?", he asked with an infinitely sweet and
innocent grin.
At first I was really shocked, but only because it was him and not me who made
that suggestion as in fact it was one 
of my favoured fantasies. But this possibility was much too tempting to spoil
it. 
So I simply agreed: "Yes, that would be nice!". The next hour or so proceeded to
be more or less the fulfillment of all my wishes
and therefore I was much too excited to fully engage in it. I was rather
standing beside myself and watching the whole
event like a movie.
Tim reached down and his feet disappeared from my sight, but only to reappear a
few seconds later, this time in their
natural form. I had never hoped to experience this very moment, and now it was
there, directly in front of my unbelieving
eyes. His toes were exactly as cute as I had imagined them for almost a year now
and they were waiting for mine to
join them! I didn't hesitate no longer and stripped of my socks as well.
Then I brought my feet back to the ground, at the same time leaning myself upon
the desk and looking deep into Timmi's
eyes. His smile had been replaced by an expression of serious concentration and
this moment was really thrilling. Then
we had found each other under the desk and began to explore ourselves only by
touching, not by looking. I loved this!
I wanted to do this forever and ever, but Timmi hadn't lost sight of his real
intention. After some minutes he began to
lift his right foot up along my right leg. I could feel the tips of his
searching toes through my jeans and my cock
suddenly changed from the semi-hard condition it had been in almost the whole
day long to a rock-hard stick between my
legs. My underwear could hardly hold it back and I was feeling a wet drop on the
head of it.
But Timmi didn't stop. Slowly but mercyless he stroked the whole length of my
leg. I couldn't hold back a relieved sigh,
leaned myself back in the chair and spread my legs wider and wider as he finally
approached the shining bulge that 
represented my overwhelming desire.
Shortly before he actually reached it he looked up from his absorbing work and
glanced over me. He seemed to be content with
what he had seen and resumed his movement. Carefully his toes crawled deeper
into my lap and he started to rub his foot back
and forth, touching and massageing the whole length of my cock.
This action held on for some wonderful, unforgettable minutes. I had just
decided that it was time now to give him back some of
the pleasures which he made me feel, when the seemingly total silence which was
surrounding the two of us and separated us from 
the rest of the world, was painfully cut by his mother's voice.
"Tim, I'll go now. You're ok?"
Innocently and ambigously at the same time he answered: "Yes. It works just fine
up to now!". Because he had spoken so loudly
his foot in my lap had performed some accidental jerks, giving me even more
pleasure.
Now we both sat silent, listening for noises from downstairs. I heard his mother
going through the corridor and finally closing
the door behind her.
Only now I understood how clever he had organized the whole event and wanted to
thank him for it. I lifted my right foot and began
with a repeat of his treatment of me when I saw that he was smiling over the
whole face.
"Would you mind if we used a more convienient place to go on?", Timmi asked me.
He was the one who took the initiative and it 
totally fitted into the whole impression I had got from him since I had first
seen his room. I liked the way in which the things
developed and felt simply comfortable. I was loving this boy so much!
"What about your bed then?", I asked back, trying to imitate his both curious
and knowing expression.
"That is a really great idea, Mats!", he answered, removing his foot from
between my legs, leaving me with the feeling that 
something was terribly missing down there. He stood up and went around his desk,
appearing to glide on his incomparable feet.
I had also left my chair and we met beside his bed, facing each other. We were
looking into each other's eyes, further approaching
up to the point where not much else separated our shivering bodies than our
clothes.
I raised my arms and so did he. Speachless we hugged, gently staggering back and
forth.
"I've waited so long for this to happen!", I whispered into his right ear,
tenderly touching it with my lips.
After this emotional unification we proceeded with what I had dreamed for since
I had first seen this boy with my "new" eyes.
We separated only to connect again, this time between our mouths. My heart
jumped when I saw his wet tongue only inches away from
me, growing gorgeous out from between his lips. I wanted to touch this part of
him and I used my tongue to do so. We met, our
tongues wrapping around each other's probing the other's taste for the first
time. It was great and we sticked to it for some minutes.
Then I forced his tongue back and arrived at his smooth lips, licking back and
forth on them, making him utter a horny moan.
My tongue entered his mouth and played seek and hide there with his. I laid my
hands on his back and shoulders to establish a safer
position and so did he. Our tongues changed their site from time to time,
leaving one mouth longing them to come back and providing the
other one with unexpected pleasures.
Timmi managed to make one our two steps sidewards and I had to follow. He pulled
me down with him into the smooth-looking (and smooth-feeling)
sheets of his bed. I felt their pleasing coolness on my hot skin and decided
that it would feel much better without clothes.
"It's so hot, shall I undress you?", I suggested.
He smiled as if he wanted to show his contentment with my finally learning how
things worked.
I stripped him of his pull-over and shirt, exposing a beautiful chest with
little red nipples. Then I unzipped his jeans and slowly
pulled them down his legs. There laid this smiling 12-year-old, a mighty bulge
shining in his much-too-narrow underpants.
I knelt down on the warm carpet-covered floor, the center of his lust only
inches away from my face. I pushed my fingers under the waistbelt
of his underpants and slowly started pulling them down. After a few moments his
crotch was totally exposed and I quickly got rid of the
cloth by pulling it over his ankles and feet. Now he was nude, lying on his big
bed, his erection throbbing directly in front of me. 
He was uncircumsized just like me and his cock seemed rather big without so many
hairs down there. To put it short: it looked delicious!
"Please do it, Mats!", he whispered and there had been few things before that I
had wanted as much as this. I opened my mouth, slowly approached
the head of his cock and finally took it into my mouth. I was rewarded with a
deep moan from him. I started to use my tongue on his shaft, licking
and wetting it all over. His moan grew gradually up to the point where it was a
nearly permanent hum. His cock again seemed to become bigger and harder
under my working tools and then I tasted him for the first time: some drops of
precum had appeared and gently I licked them away.
"Uhh, I can't stand it much longer, be careful!" came the warning from him. But
I didn't want to be careful, I wanted to bring him pleasure, to make him
cum just right then and therefore I reinforced my efforts. His body started to
shiver, his hips jerked up and down and then he exploded, letting out a
deep cry which seemed to express everything I felt in that very moment. His cum
squirted out of his cock-head and I was really surprised by the amount of
it. But nevertheless I catched it all and felt it running warmly down my throat.
I waited for his cock to become limp and then let it slide out of my mouth.
I looked up and found his body completely covered with his fresh boy-sweat and
his face bore an almost ecstatic expression. I stood up and placed myself
directly beside him.
"It seems to be my turn now" he said, but he was much too exhausted to do
anything about it.
"Nevermind, Timmi! It was great, I liked it a lot and am totally happy now, you
don't have to do anything now. Just lay there and enjoy it. I love you."
I didn't stress my last sentence or anything, but he looked up at once, straight
into my eyes. "I love you! I love you!" he said softly and in this moment I 
knew that I would be his forever and ever. The expression on his face in that
very moment was much too much for me to bear, he reminded me of an angel.
Once again I doubted if this wonderful creature could've really been born on our
old planet Earth.
I lowered my face and we kissed again. This time not furiously or driving, but
gently licking each others tongue. Our eyes were locked and we didn't need
words to express our feelings. It was as if I had know him forever.
In that moment we heard the door open and shut downstairs and a quick look on my
watch reminded me of the fact that after all there still was a "real" world 
outside his room.
It was already 6.10 p.m.! I jumped out of the bad and he followed, more relaxed.
"She won't come up so soon, slow down."
But I hurried to help him into his few clothes and then we stood there, in the
middle of his room. Suddenly I became aware of the fact that I must have had an 
orgasm without even touching my cock and that was really amazing. I praised me
for wearing black jeans, nobody would be able to see the wetness soak through.
I grabbed my calculator and my exercise book and then I asked him if he had been
content with my repitional lesson and ih he wanted me to come to him again.
"Sure, I'm looking forward to it", he said and I couldn't help myself but
thought that _his_ smile had become even warmer and nicer by now!
He led me down the stairs, I spoke a few words with his mother again and then I
stood in the dark, cold evening.
On my way home and during the hours after that I was constantly preoccupied with
what had happened to me and during that night when I was lying awake in my bed 
I realized that actually Tim had seduced me and not vice versa. 
"But what the hell!", I thought and started to stimulate myself. It wasn't the
same as with him, of course, but with my  fresh remembrances of our togetherness

it came quite close.

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