Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 05:34:37 +0100
From: pervyladuk@yahoo.com
Subject: Paul and Nick and me part 3

This is how it happened.  This story is true - no
artistic license has been used - and it hasn't been
embellished.  It's just the story of Paul and Nick and
me.

This story will - eventually cover some very explicit
sexual themes - I'm not going to say what they are at
this point - I don't want to give the story away.
Suffice to say that if you are offended by sex of an
explicit nature - please don't read on.

This story also contains descriptions of under age sex.
Sue me.  This is the story of my life - if you don't like
that I was sexually active underage - don't read on.

3. Paul - continued

"The house isn't empty".

Those were the words I hadn't expected to hear when I
arrived at Paul's house.  But - it was true nonetheless.
The fantasy that had been running through my head all day
was shattered in those few words.

Before seeing Paul that night - the day had dragged.  I
didn't see Paul at school and to be honest I don't think
I really looked for him - I'd have been hard in an
instant and would have been pretty embarrassed.  I spent
my time daydreaming - about my big fantasy - wanting to
get my lips round a cock for the first time.

God knows I'd tried to suck my own often enough - but
could never quite manage.  But still - I knew the taste
of cum - my own - and I loved it.  I wanted to taste it
directly from the source - I wanted to know what it was
like to feel the cock throb against my tongue as it
spurted the amazing liquid hard and fast into my mouth.

That's how I spent my day - day dreaming of cock.


Paul had underplayed just how 'not empty' the house was.
It was chaos - occupied by Mum, Dad, sister, younger
brother and younger twins.  At 14 Paul was at least lucky
enough to have his own room - so he made a mug of hot
sweet tea for both of us - and we went upstairs to the
bomb site that he called a room - and excavated the floor
for some records he wanted to play me.

To be honest - listening to music was the last thing on
my mind.  I was kind of annoyed with his blase attitude.
I'd spent all day thinking about this moment.  Now the
chance of fulfilling my fantasy had been ruled out - Paul
didn't seem to care - switching into usual teenage boy
mode - seemingly without a care about me - or what we'd
talked about the day before.

However, my fears were allayed when he turned the music
on loud enough so we couldn't be heard over the music -
but not so loud that parents would get stressed and come
and ask for it to be turned down.

Paul sat next to me - and spoke quietly in my ear. "Sorry
- they were supposed to be going out."

"It's ok" I replied - trying to act like I wasn't really
that bothered.

"So what stuff do you want to try - with a boy I mean"
Paul asked me with a subtle nervousness that had me hard
and throbbing.

"I would really like to - um...".  Now it had come to the
crunch - nervousness had begun to get the better of me.

"It's ok" Paul said - leaning close, "you can tell me".

I relaxed a little, but still stammering slightly
replied, "I'd like to suck someone".

"I'd like to be sucked" said Paul, then suddenly added,
"Because I wouldn't ever do anything to anyone else - I
mean, being sucked is OK but I'm really into girls not
boys".

I thought about this for a while.  I had my doubts that
Paul was as straight as he made out, (something which
I've more or less learned since was untrue - he is pretty
much straight), but I guess it didn't matter to me
anyway.  Here was a boy next to me who wanted to get
sucked - and I wanted to suck - it pretty much seemed a
match made in heaven to me!

"That's ok - I just want to suck" I offered, almost
seeming too keen.

Paul went quiet for a second - I figured he was weighing
up his next move.

"Have you ever seen a circumcised cock", Paul asked.

I was 14 and pretty naive and didn't really know what he
meant - so I asked.

"One with no foreskin", Paul explained.

For American readers I guess I should explain that
England circumcision is pretty rare.  Paul was my first
cut cock - to this day I've only had a couple more..and
trust me I've had a lot of cock since.

"It takes me a while to cum", Paul added, implying that
this was some kind of draw back to ... well having
nothing to draw back.

I explained it didn't matter to me (and it didn't).  If
anything I was more intrigued - wanted to see it even
more.

"We're never going to be able to do anything with
everyone here though" Paul added, almost unnecessarily.

So we resigned ourselves to talking - listening to music
and drinking tea.  The evening wore on.  It got dark
outside - and eventually I realised that nothing could
happen that night - and figured I should be making a
move.

Paul said he'd walk me a bit of the way home - so we left
his house by the front door.  About 50 metres from his
house he walked into an alleyway, whispering "follow me".

I got into the alley and followed behind him.

"I want you to suck me - tonight" - he whispered.

I didn't respond - I was too excited and nervous.

He walked to round the corner - we were coming up behind
his house.  "Here in the shed" he motioned to a shed at
the back of his house.  I followed him in.

We stood quietly for thirty or so second.

"Just this once - I want to see what its like", he said.

"Me too" I whispered.

"Go on then", he motioned down to his crotch with his
head.

I got on my knees.  I could see he was hard through the
trousers of his school uniform.  I unzipped him and felt
inside - eager to get to what I'd been waiting for.

As I touched his cock - his head moved skyward - eyes
closed.  I figured he was pretending it was a girl.

I carried on - tugging his cock from his underpants.  It
was hard - precum glistening from the end.  It wasn't as
big as mine - but thick - and the cut cock looked so
exotic and horny - my mouth dived on it straight away.  I
heard Paul moan slightly.

Paul was right - it did take him a long time to come.
But it gave me a chance to begin to learn the 'tricks of
the trade' that have served me so well. I sucked, kissed,
teased and licked his cock I tried different movements
with my tongue.  When I did something Paul liked I could
feel his cock throb, and he'd let out a little moan.

.and the taste.the taste, the taste.  It was better than
I'd ever dreamed of.

I sucked Paul for ages - until I could feel him throbbing
more and more, his cock twitching.  I knew it was getting
close.  I looked up - my eyes met Paul's looking down at
me - and he came - right then.  I was pretty proud that I
swallowed every last drop.

I'd like to say I knew from that moment that things were
going to progress - we would maybe fall in love.  But I
knew from the moment that Paul came - it was never going
to happen.  Not that he went cold on me - just, that
there was no 'connection' between us.  Don't get me wrong
- I loved sucking him - and I sure as hell knew he loved
me sucking him - but that's all it would be between us.
I just hoped we'd do it more.

We would, ultimately - do a lot more.  But before that
happened.  I met Nick...

Nick changed the whole direction of my life...