Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 01:55:55 GMT
From: Jim Daniels <danielsjim@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Seduction - Part 8 (Gay Male, High School)

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This is the eighth part of a story about adolescent boys' sexual 
experimentation in an Australian boarding school. To get the most from it 
the reader should read Parts 1-7 first.

                               SYNOPSIS

The story so far concerns the first love of a sexually experienced 14 y.o. 
boy, Huw, for a beautiful and talented 13 y.o. new boy, Simon who, unknown 
to Huw, is also experienced, having had regular sex with his friend Jamie 
since they were in the junior school, and with Rabbit, a sexual predator, 
with whom he has a love-hate relationship, as well as being interfered with 
by a junior school master. The young and talented Assistant Housemaster, 
Donald Swan (The Duck) haunted by his infatuation with teenage boys, who has 
already seduced one boy, Johno, has also noticed Simon. Huw has had his 
first tantalising physical encounter with Simon on the bus coming home from 
a cricket match. This has aroused the jealousy of others, and Donald Swan 
has asked a prefect, Lindsay, who also violated Johno as a youngster, to 
give Huw a friendly warning. Swan himself has become increasingly infatuated 
with Simon, but is trying to resist temptation. Huw is confused and worried 
but suggests to Simon that they cool their relationship. Simon continues his 
activities in the junior dormitory; Huw and Johno get together. Simon then 
gets entangled with Swan, or vice versa, first innocently, the for real in 
Swan's study. Johno barges in on them and agonizes over who to tell.  Swan, 
recalling his youthfull excess in the same boarding house, agonizes over the 
danger he is in.   Johno goes on a picnic with Huw where they have their 
first sexual encounter, and he tells Huw all.

Now read on - unless you are under age, or prohibited by the law of your 
country from reading such material. And don't take it too seriously, 
especially the unsafe sex, as it is fiction which is set some years back, 
and hopefully bears no relationship to actual persons.

If you would like to provide feedback, on this, the author's first work of 
fiction it would be welcome.


			Simon's Seduction - Part 8


Saturday night. No study. Simon's mind was on other things as he mouthed his 
way through the dress rehearsal for the House play. He and Jamie were 
playing two women and smirked at each when their lines talked of love. 
Lindsay was playing the lead role. He was a natural actor, and at one point 
where he took Jamie into his arms and embraced "her" the difference between 
playing the part and reality of a passionate kiss was hard to discern.

When the rehearsal finished, in the dressing rooms below the stage, Jamie 
and Simon stole a kiss themselves and felt each other up. They were 
blissfully unaware that the door was ajar, and, as he passed, Lindsay had 
caught a glimpse in a mirror of Simon with his hand on Jamie's fly. He 
noticed the boyish bulge in both boys' pants and was instantly aroused. It 
would be opportune for him to have a word with young Simon.

Lindsay poked his head through the gap. The two boys hastily drew apart.

"Simon", he said, "could I have a word with you afterwards, in my study. 
There are a few things we should go over."

"Sure," replied Simon. "I'll just get changed, and get the make-up off."

As Lindsay disappeared down the corridor, Simon turned to Jamie and kissed 
on the cheek. The boys felt each other's erection pressing together as they 
embraced.

"After lights-out, tonight," Simon whispered in Jamie's ear.

The boys got out of their costumes, each eyeing the erection clearly evident 
in the briefs of the other. They could scarcely contain themselves but, 
having been caught once before, by Rabbit, wanking off in the dressing rooms 
after rehearsal of the Junior School play a year earlier, understood that it 
was too dangerous to go too far.

They wandered back to the House, their hands gently brushing against each 
other as they walked in the darkness.

"I'd better see what Lindsay wants," Simon said. "See you in a few minutes. 
The rest of the dorm should be asleep."

Simon knocked gently on the door of Lindsay's study.

"Come in," he heard, and slipped his head around the corner.

"You wanted to talk about the play," he said.

"Well sort of," Lindsay replied, inviting him to come in and sit down.

"It is about you and Jamie, actually, and what goes on after rehearsal 
rather than on stage."

Simon felt the blood drain from his face, and a tingling in his groin. God, 
he thought, a prefect has caught us at it.

"Look," Lindsay went on, " I don't care what you two get up to in private, 
go for it. But, Simon, you are getting a bit of a reputation around the 
House, horsing around publicly in a way which is not seen as innocent. I 
just want to warn you for your own good."

His voice had the stern authority of a boy four years older, with the menace 
of exposure of his thirteen-year-old victim. Simon felt duly intimidated, 
and cast his eyes downwards. He said nothing.

The tone of Lindsay's voice changed to one of a friend giving advice.

"I know from experience how much trouble you can get into if you don't keep 
these things discrete."

Simon looked up, wondering what he was revealing to him.

"I once did a stupid thing and paid the price. I don't want that to happen 
to you."

Lindsay leaned forward and put his hand on Simon's bare knee.

"You are a good looking boy, Simon. You must realise by now that there are a 
lot of boys interested in you. You can cause a lot of trouble for them if 
you are not careful."

Simon looked up and smiled knowingly. It had not taken him long to 
appreciate when he came into the senior school, he attracted the attention 
of some of the older boys. He rather liked the thought of the opportunities 
it presented. Huw was among them, but he looked upon Huw as a real friend.

Lindsay leaned forward and looked intently into Simon's deep green eyes.

"There are men too. Simon," he said, "I want you to tell me what happened 
between you and Mr Swan on Friday night. I saw the handkerchief, and I 
smelled it too." He knew that was all he had to say.

Simon's normally pink cheeks flushed bright red. He tore himself away from 
Lindsay's gaze, not knowing where to look, or how to respond. His groin felt 
as if it were gripped in a steel vise, his youthful genitals shrivelling 
into a tight ball. He felt simultaneously hot and cold, and then as if he 
was somehow disembodied, in a dream, a nightmare, watching and listening to 
what was going on, but not part of it, wishing he would wake up and find it 
was a mirage.

Simon looked up, and his body clicked together as Lindsay's gaze bore into 
him. His beautiful face crumpled into a look of stricken terror. The 
thirteen year old boy, unable to cope, burst into sobs, long breathless 
sobs, his chest heaving, tears flowing down his cheeks.

Lindsay's stern role-playing was overwhelmed by compassion for the boy he 
had confronted with the demon buried in his psyche. He did not need to press 
the question: he knew the answer.

"Fuck The Duck," he thought. "Bloody masters had no business interfering 
with boys like this," was his instinctive reaction to the tragi-drama being 
played out in front of him, notwithstanding that he understood the demons 
that drove men like Swan, for they were alive and well and living in his own 
soul.

He stood, picked Simon up with one swift movement, and hugged him to his 
breast. His lips found Simon's cheek as he held him in a steely grip. 
Simon's chest heaved against him. He tasted the salty dampness of Simon's 
tears as they ran down his cheeks.

"It's OK," he said. "I think I know what happened. It was not your fault."

"Yes, it was," he sobbed, but then began to feel the calming effect of being 
held in the grip of the boy who, to him, was a man.

It was like when his father comforted him after one of his mother's 
emotional storms. But there was a difference. He felt his groin relax as the 
outline of Lindsay's swollen penis pressed against his thigh and Lindsay's 
lips explored his own swollen cheeks.

Simon's sobs subsided as he pressed his smaller body against Lindsay's manly 
torso. He felt Lindsay's lips move towards his own. He sensed the pressure 
of Lindsay's tongue against his teeth and instinctively opened his mouth to 
the intruder. Simon felt Lindsay's penis harden against his thigh, and his 
own stirred in response. The older and the younger boy were now locked in a 
passionate embrace that neither had anticipated, nor wanted to break. 
Simon's need for the warmth and protection of a man, and Lindsay's need for 
the love of a younger boy, catalysed by their raging hormones, met as 
part-man and part-boy merged their bodies in an explosion of adolescent 
sexuality.

As Lindsay's tongue explored the sweet taste of Simon's mouth, his hand went 
down to the younger boy's penis, now rigid inside his shorts. There was 
nothing Lindsay could do to stop himself. His fingers tore open the buttons 
of Simon's fly, found the slit in his jockeys, took the straining five 
inches of boy-flesh, uncircumsised like his own, in his left hand, and began 
to stroke it. His hand reached down and felt Simon's still smooth balls, ran 
it up the underside of his penis to the head as he pulled back Simon's 
foreskin

Simon's hand went to Lindsay's crotch, and felt the strong erection inside 
his trousers. He squeezed it gently and ran his hand along its impressive 
length. Simon knew from seeing him in the shower that Lindsay, like him, was 
uncircumsised, surrounded by a bush of bright red hair. He wanted to see the 
head of that machine that he had secretly admired in its languid state.

Simon teased open Lindsay's fly and felt his penis inside his briefs. It was 
large, not quite as big as Mr Swan, but impressive. He reached inside and 
felt the silky smoothness of the uncut skin. As it emerged from the fly 
Simon looked down to see the head emerge as he rolled back the foreskin. The 
head was deep purple, and glistening in the low light of the study.

Simon's tongue, tentative, began to respond. It found the tip of Lindsay's, 
played with it, and gently pushed it back. He had never done this before, 
but it felt wonderful. Lindsay opened his mouth, and Simon pushed his tongue 
inside, felling its warmth and wetness. His hand stroked Lindsay's erection 
in time to the movement of his tongue, and Lindsay returned the compliment. 
Both boys felt the excitement rising in their bodies. Lindsay began to 
tremble, stunned by the passion of the younger boy. He felt his cock harden, 
the head now fully emerged from his foreskin, every nerve in his body 
seemingly concentrated in the seven inches of flesh rearing between his 
legs. Simon felt the vein on the underside tighten as the first surge of 
Lindsay's spunk began its journey towards his own tense body. His rhythm 
increased as the first spurt splattered against his shirt, followed by 
another and another until his small hand was steaming with warm spunk. He 
lifted it to his lips and tasted it as Lindsay's hand performed its magic on 
his own penis, and it too disgorged its seed in an arc landing on the study 
floor and then ran down over Lindsay's hand.

As the sexual energy of their encounter ebbed away in the afterglow of their 
orgasms, the two youths looked at each other, Simon admiring the man, 
Lindsay the boy, their spunk mingling in an affirmation of the bond forged 
between them, as their hands clasped each other.

Lindsay was the first to speak.

"I guess we had better clean up," he said with a banality, which denied the 
electricity that had passed between them.

"I didn't mean this to happen," he added lamely, "but I am not sorry. Are 
you?"

"No," Simon replied, honestly. "Thank you for comforting me. I don't really 
understand what happened with Mr Swan. It was just like what happened with 
us. He was, sort of, comforting me over being thrown out of English, and, 
well like I said, it just seem to happen, like with us. It was my fault 
really. He didn't want to. He tried to push me away, but I was upset and 
just sort of hugged him 'till it happened."

"I won't say anything to anyone, Simon, but, like I said, be careful. I 
don't want you being hurt. Now, you'd better get to bed. After you've seen 
Jamie, of course," he added wickedly.

Simon blushed again.

"You seem to know all about me, Lindsay," he said.

"As I said, Simon, you have to be more discrete. There are plenty of people 
taking an interest in you and what you might be getting up to. Now off to 
bed, and enjoy Jamie, if you still have the energy."

Lindsay leaned over, kissed Simon on the cheek and patted his bum.

"Goodnight Simon. We might do this again some time, if you would like."

He smiled as Simon opened the door and Simon grinned back.


The dormitory was silent as Simon tiptoed to his bed. Everyone seemed to be 
asleep. As Simon undressed he felt Jamie's hand reach out and touch his 
cock.

"Been waiting for you, Si," he said. "What kept you do long?"

"Lindsay wanted to talk about the play, and we just sort of kept going," 
Simon lied to his best friend.

"Come over here and get in," Jamie invited, "nobody's awake."

Simon knew he had to keep the promise made in the dressing room, but was not 
sure he could make it, after exploding into Lindsay's hand.

"OK" he said, "but I'm pretty buggered Jamie."

"Would you like that?' Jamie asked not quite innocently.

It was something they had never broached in their sex together, but recently 
as Jamie's body matured he had increasingly fantasised about the possibility 
of fucking another boy. He knew boys who had been doing it since Junior 
School, and, one night as Rabbit had pulled him off, and he had sucked 
Rabbit's cock, Rabbit had asked him if he would like it up his arse.

"Get fucked, Rabbit," he had retorted, to which Rabbit had replied: "Don't 
mind if you do, Jamie," but had taken it no further as Jamie spurted his 
adolescent load into Rabbit's hand.

Simon saw a way out of his dilemma.

"Do you want to try," Simon had whispered back.

"I've been stroking my cock for the last half hour waiting for you," Jamie 
replier, "and it's ready for anything."

"Let's see," Simon said trying to sound non-committal as he crept into 
Jamie's bed.

Jamie was naked, his pyjamas in a heap at the bottom of the bed. Simon 
reached down and felt his boyish hard on. Five inches of circumcised penis, 
surrounded by a small bush of light hair, and balls still smooth. Simon had 
felt it countless times in their brief journey to manhood, but it was still 
a thrill to have sex with someone his own age. He put his head under the bed 
clothes and took Jamie's penis in his mouth, as he had the first time they 
had sex, when Jamie lay sick in bed, in the Junior School. He liked the feel 
of its smooth length, the taste of the precum. His hand fondled Jamie's 
balls as he made his cock wet with saliva.

Simon came up for air and kissed Jamie on the cheek. His cock had now 
responded to the excitement of being with his best friend once more. He felt 
Jamie's hand encircle it as they lay face to face. Simon felt the wetness of 
Jamie's cock.

"Do you really want to fuck me, Jamie," he whispered in Jamie's ear, knowing 
that there was not much spunk left in his balls.

"Would you like to?" Jamie whispered back. "Only if you want to."

"Let's try it," Simon said, knowing what he had to do, and slobbered more 
saliva over Jamie's eager cock.

Simon turned his back to Jamie, and felt his penis slide between his legs. 
Simon reached down, and felt the tip as Jamie thrust forward. He covered his 
hand with more saliva and wet it.

"Wet your finger and put it in me," Simon breathed.

Jamie drew back, moistened his finger with saliva and felt for Simon's anus. 
He gently moved his finger around it and then inserted it slowly. Simon 
groaned with pleasure.

"Put it in further," he whispered, and Jamie inserted the full length of his 
index finger and moved it around, feeling the soft warmth of his friend's 
bowels. He slowly withdrew and ran the length of his small, circumcised, 
penis up to the entrance that he had just penetrated.

As Jamie moved back Simon felt the wet tip press against his still tight 
opening.

"Gently," he whispered as Jamie pushed against him.

Simon felt the tip of Jamie's slender cock press into him, the instant of 
pain, surmounted by the gratification of taking his best friend for the 
first time.

"Gently, gently," Simon urged as Jamie slid his penis further inside Simon's 
body, until the full length of his cock was buried in his bowels. Simon felt 
Jamie's soft, smooth balls pressed against the cheeks of his arse.

Jamie began to move gently in and out, sliding his five inches of boy-flesh 
into his best friend. His hand came around, grasped Simon's hard cock and 
began to stroke it in time to his own thrusts.

Simon felt a deep sense of satisfaction at what was happening to his body. 
He was sharing what Rabbit had called their dirty little secret with his 
best friend. He was being fucked, and loving it. He sighed as Jamie pressed 
into him, his excitement obviously mounting.

"Fuck me, Jamie, fuck me," he whispered, as he felt Jamie's cock convulse 
deep within him and the warmth of his boy spunk flood into his bowels. Simon 
felt a hot glow spread from that point deep inside his young body, down to 
his groin and surge through his cock at the same instant that it spouted the 
load from his balls into his friends hands.

"Geez, that was incredible, Jamie," he gasped as the orgasm that had shaken 
his body subsided.

Jamie was so overcome with emotion at having fucked his best friend that he 
could not speak. As his cock softened and slid out of Simon's arse, followed 
by a trickle of the spunk he had deposited inside him, Jamie knew that he 
had experienced something that he would never have again: the delirium of 
his first fuck. .

The boys lay there exhausted, having plumbed new depths in their 
relationship, Simon's youthful body exhausted from the three extraordinary 
orgasms of the past two days. He felt his whole being was consumed by the 
desires unleashed by the hormones now coursing through his body. He felt he 
had lost control. Where would it end, he thought, as he felt Jamie's body 
pressed against his, spunk oozing out of him.

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Sunday. Late breakfast. Sleep in. Huw stirred, raised his hand to the watch 
hanging on the end of his bed and read the time: 7.20, the time he normally 
leapt out of bed. But it was Sunday. Another hour. He rolled over and felt 
his morning erection pressed between his belly and mattress. It felt good, 
hard. stretched to its limit as it was in the mornings. He slipped his hand 
down inside his pyjama pants and felt it. Then his balls. They were warm and 
loose. He felt each one individually, shifted slightly onto his side and ran 
his hand up his taut penis.

Huw looked across at Johno in the next bed, two feet away. He was asleep, 
his fair curled hair peaking out of the sheet. Huw thought about their 
excursion the previous day, what Johno had told him: about himself and The 
Duck, Simon. He rolled his tongue around inside his mouth as he recalled the 
kiss Johno had given him. His first. He felt the tension rising in his 
balls. Visions of their naked bodies locked together, on the rock, in the 
sunlight, their erections pressed against each other, swam through Huw's 
mind as his hand worked faster and faster. He rolled onto his front, penis 
pressed firmly against the bed and began to work his body back and forth, 
giving no thought to who else might be awake and watching him. He closed his 
eyes to recreate better the vision of himself lying on top of Johno, his 
seven inches of straining flesh pressed between his legs. The tip brushing 
gently against the crack of Johno's arse as he thrust forward.

Huw turned on his side and started to stroke his cock, all the while 
watching Johno's face on the pillow. Johno opened one eye and gave Huw a 
bleary smile. The other popped open. He watched the regular movement under 
Huw's bedclothes and felt his own morning erection sticking out of his 
pyjama trousers. He slowly moved the bedclothes back so that Huw could catch 
a glimpse, as his hand found the swollen head. Huw increased the rate of 
stroking a threw back his bedclothes so that Johno could see his hand moving 
up and down on his straining cock. The two boys watched each other 
masturbate as the ret of the dormitory slept, or so they thought. They 
started to keep time with each other, like soldiers marching in step.

Huw was the first to blow. He let out a quiet moan as the spunk shot from 
his cock, the first spurt forming a parabola in the air before landing 
midway between the boys' beds, glistening white in the morning sun coming 
through the windows. The second spurt hit the sheet on the side of Huw's bed 
and slowly dribbled down the side of the mattress. More drops landed on the 
sheet and finally trickled down Huw's hand, coating it with luminescent 
pearl. Johno's cock erupted seconds later, his first ejaculation forming a 
small puddle of spunk on the floor beside Huw's, the second went almost as 
far and a third piece of evidence of the boys' morning joy lay on the floor 
between the beds.

Huw turned on his back and stared at the ceiling. A plan formed in his mind: 
as Simon could not go home that Easter he would ask his parents if Simon 
could spend the break with them, get Simon's parents to agree and the 
permission of the Housemaster. It would give him the chance to get closer to 
Simon and to warn him about the danger he faced with The Duck. He would talk 
to Simon after chapel and see if he could fit in with his plan.

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Sunday chapel. The choir. Huw only had eyes for one member, Simon, among the 
altos, in his black gown and white surplice. He looked more beautiful than 
ever in Huw's eyes, aglow with his red cheeks and green eyes, set off by the 
dark curls of his head. Not that there were no other good-looking boys in 
the choir: the 45 year old bachelor choir master saw to it that quality of 
voice was not allowed to override aesthetic considerations in choosing the 
members. They were the handsomest group in the school. In chapel the older 
boys admired the sopranos and the altos, and the younger ones 
hero-worshipped the tenors and basses.

"Si," Huw called as waited outside the door of the chapel for Simon to 
emerge, "just a minute."

Simon turned, and Huw felt his balls tingle as Simon smiled at him.

"Johno told me that you can't get home for the Easter break, and I wondered 
if you would like to come home with me," he blurted out in a rush of words. 
"My parents are driving down to pick me up on Tuesday. You could drive back 
with us."

"Gee, Huw, that'd be great; sure it would be alright?

"I'll check with my folk but I'm sure they'll agree. Will it be OK with 
yours?"

"I'm sure it will," Simon said, "I'll call them today, and get them to tell 
the Housemaster."

And so the scene was set, so Huw thought, for Simon's seduction, and to save 
him from the clutches of The Duck. He called his mother immediately and she 
agreed to fix it with the Housemaster.

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Sunday afternoon. A pre-season football match against Joey's. All the school 
had been urged to turn out to cheer on their team, and most of the junior 
boys rounded up to do so. Huw sauntered out reluctantly. He hated football, 
but he would be there because he was expected. The story of my life he 
thought sadly. I'm always doing things because Mum or Dad or the teachers 
expect it. But he kept the secrets of his own desires in his own inner room, 
and Simon was at the centre of it. One day, he told himself, he would tear 
himself free and go where his heart, and not others, led him.

He cheered dutifully as the school team kicked its first goal. Over by the 
other goal post he caught a glimpse of the distinctive dark curls on the 
back of Simon's head. He moved through the crowd of boys to get closer until 
he stood just behind Simon. The back of his head as beautiful as the rest of 
him Huw thought, sick with love and anticipation of spending the break with 
him. He counted each curl, and noticed the small indentation in one of his 
ears. He would remember that tiny flaw in this otherwise flawless creature. 
He moved closer in the crush of supporters around the goal post until he was 
pressed against Simon's back.

"Hi, Si, it's only me; sorry, I'm getting shoved from behind.

"Don't worry, Huwy. I understand" Simon replied ambiguously, looking around 
with a smile that seemed to Huw to lift from his face and float across the 
gap between them and land lightly n his cheek.

Huw felt his groin contract with excitement as he pressed his body more 
firmly against Simon's back. His penis began to swell, and he pulled back 
lest Simon notice and take offence. He hoped that Simon would put his hands 
behind his back then Huw could move forward so that Simon could 
"accidentally" feel him. No, Simon's hands were too busy waving to the 
school team, so Huw pressed forward again, and taking courage allowed his 
now aroused penis to press against Simon's tight, round bum. Simon seemed 
not to notice. As the bell went for the end of the game Huw drew back 
confused and embarrassed at what he had done. He is so beautiful and so 
innocent, he thought to himself, and began to worry that Simon would sense 
what he was up to and pull out of their arrangement for the Easter break.

Huw headed for the toilet block, wracked with love and desire and a rigid 
penis that needed relief. He found a cubicle, pulled down his trousers and 
with visions of Simon's smile in his head began to stroke his aching rod. 
After barely half a dozen strokes he felt his orgasm coming on and a jet of 
spunk flew out of the end of his cock. He sagged at the knees, and let out a 
small cry, as it splattered against the cistern behind the toilet, the 
another and another until the toilet bowl was coated with drops of his young 
sperm. He sat down on the toilet seat, his cock still rigid. The tension in 
it was still unbearable. His mind swirled with the thought of Simon, his 
beautiful, uncut cock, his smooth body, flawless features, round bum, and 
his hand began to move again.

Huw gripped his cock in a firm hold and pounded relentlessly on his swollen 
seven inches as he sat, legs outstretched, driven by the memory of it 
pressed against Simon's tight bum. He closed his eyes and imagined Simon's 
lips pressed against his, their tongues entwined as he had with Johno, for 
the first time, the day before. Once more he felt the sap rising from deep 
down in his groin and the vein at the base of his penis tense as another 
volley of spunk surged through his aching member. The head of his penis 
flared and the shaft throbbed as the first spurt flew towards the door and 
landed on the floor at his feet, the next landed in his underpants, 
stretched across his knees, and more dribbled down his hand as his third 
orgasm that day ebbed away.

Huw emerged from the toilet block and ran straight into Simon walking back 
to the House. He flushed at the thought that Simon could tell what he had 
been doing, and that Simon would know instinctively that he had precipitated 
Huw's orgy of masturbation.

"Huwy," he said, flashing Huw another of his devastating smiles, "my parents 
have given the OK for the Easter break and told the Housemaster. That's 
great isn't it?"

Huw could hardly contain his excitement.

"Mine too. Terrific, Si. Dad will drive down and pick us up on Tuesday 
afternoon when the school breaks up."

Twice more Huw wanked off that night, unable to think of anything but Simon, 
and again the next morning, visions of his face and naked body floating 
through his mind as he did.
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The Buick swung through the gates of Huw's family's holiday villa in the 
mountains. Huw's father pulled up by the front verandah, and the boys 
tumbled out of the back seat which they had shared on the two-hour drive 
from school. Huw could not believe his luck that Simon would spend the next 
week sharing his bedroom. He could not take his eyes off the beautiful boy 
beside him, or stop himself mentally stripping him naked.

"Come on Si, I'll show you the house," Huw said, racing across the verandah 
which circled the house and through the large front door. He flushed 
slightly as he took Simon's hand to lead him through. Huw's bedroom was a 
sleep-out, with bathroom attached, at the opposite end of the house to his 
parents' bedroom. It was a large, light, airy room, overlooking the tennis 
court and garden at the back, with a breathtaking view of the creek running 
along the boundary and the mountain rearing majestically behind.

There were two beds with a small table between them.

"Which one do you want, Si," Huw asked, as Simon took in the restrained 
elegance of the room. It was more luxurious than his own home, which had the 
air of spare professionalism of his parents about it, and he was overwhelmed 
by the setting.

"Either, Huwy, I don't mind. You choose."

"You take the one with the best view," Huw said, and took the one near the 
bathroom, Simon the one by the wall, looking out the window.

They soon unpacked and were waiting for dinner, talking with Huw's father in 
the study.

Huw loved his parents, but, as the only son, their expectations of him were 
high. He felt the pressure to conform to their ideals, their expectation 
that he would follow his father into the family business, and he was not 
sure he could, or even wanted to live up to them.

Huw felt deeply ashamed of his emerging sexuality, and had nearly died one 
morning when his mother had noticed the stains on his handkerchief, soon 
after his once-dry orgasms had given way to regular ejaculations. He had 
mumbled a reply when his father, in the only sex education he had attempted 
to give his son, had asked whether he had had a wet dream. He would shoot 
himself rather than admit that he masturbated. He knew that he had to 
conceal his real feelings for Simon, and try to treat him as just another 
friend in front of them. So dinner was a rather stiff and formal affair, 
before he and Simon could escape to their room.

The boys began to undress slowly in the cool night air of the mountains. 
They had seen each other naked many times in the changing rooms of the 
boarding house, but they nevertheless evinced a certain shyness as they 
removed their trousers, turning away from each other. Huw stole a glimpse at 
Simon's briefs, and felt his own cock stir, in the boxers he always wore, as 
he took in the smooth curve of Simon's bum. It was time to be bold he told 
himself, and turned around as he pulled down his boxers and lifted his shirt 
to expose his genitals. He would like his cock to be more engorged so that 
it did not look so insignificant, but he was determined to show it to Simon 
in all its glory before long.

Simon slid his briefs down to his ankles and stepped out, exposing his 
smallish uncut cock and bush of dark hair as the only blemish on his smooth 
skin. He glanced at Huw, and wondered whether he would carry on where they 
had left off in the bus on the way back from the cricket match with Joey's a 
few weeks earlier. He had seemed distant since then, and Simon wondered how 
interested in sex Huw really was. He seemed such a good boy.

Huw stood unnaturally still, his eyes fixed on Simon's naked body only feet 
away. Dare he reach out and touch him? He looked so beautiful, and innocent. 
He could not believe that anything had happened between Simon and Mr Swan. 
Johno must have been wrong. Simon was too young, too vulnerable for that. 
Huw felt sick at the thought.

He wanted to take him in his arms, feel his own body warm against Simon, 
shelter him from the world, kiss him on the lips, as Johno had done to him 
for the first time only days before. He imagined feeling their growing 
erections pressed against each other. But what would Simon think if he tried 
anything? Huw felt he could not compromise the friendship they had developed 
by revealing his true feelings. He walked across to the chest of drawers and 
got out his pyjamas, as Simon, his smooth flesh radiating sexual heat beside 
him, riffled through the other drawer.

Simon was the first into bed. Huw came over and sat on the edge.

"Do you like the place, Si?" he asked.

"It's fantastic, Huwy. Do you come here every vac?"

"Yes, Dad loves the place, and I do too. Tomorrow we can take a picnic to 
the lake, and later climb the mountain. We can hire some horses, too, and 
ride."

"Is your sister coming up for the break?" Simon asked innocently, referring 
to Huw's twelve-year-old sibling.

"No, she's going with a friend. Why, are you interested Si?" Huw asked bring 
the subject around to sex. "She's a bit young," he laughed. "Have you got a 
girlfriend, Si?"

Simon looked embarrassed.

"Well there was the girl next door before my parents moved to Perth, who I 
used to see a bit."

"Did you ever kiss her?"

"Yeah, a few times; she was quite hot actually." Simon lied

"Show me," Huw said, and leaned over Simon's face looking up at him from the 
pillow where his head lay framed by the dark curls of his hair.

Simon felt sick with a mixture of love and lust as he gazed down on Simon's 
beautiful features, only inches away form his own. The steady gaze of 
Simon's deep green eyes met his. Huw's cock stirred and he felt it rise 
almost instantaneously to its full size inside his pyjamas.

Simon looked up at Huw. The light from the bedside lamp caught the soft down 
which covered the cheeks of his 14 year old friend. The boyish roundness of 
his features was just beginning to give way to the sharper lines of young 
manhood. Simon was excited by the sight.

"Like this," he said, lifting his head until his lips brushed against Huw's.

Huw pulled back. He was a breath of air away from orgasm. What would Simon 
think if he creamed his pyjamas at that moment? He was dazed, infatuated, 
overcome.

Simon's own cock had sprung to attention as he lay in bed, Huw's face 
hovered over him, and he saw the tent formed in Huw's pyjamas by his 
erection.

"Did you ever go any further? Huw asked disingenuously.

Simon wanted to impress his older friend with his interest in girls, but was 
coy about revealing the extent of his interest in sex, much less the real 
story of his experience.

"We sort of hugged and pressed against each other."

"Did you get a boner?"

Simon was unsure how to reply, wondering where the conversation was heading.

Well, sort of, I suppose," he said tentatively.

"Did you pull off afterwards?" Huw pressed.

Simon was embarrassed to admit that he wanked. He did not answer 
immediately.

"You do it, don't you? Huw asked.

"Do you?" Simon replied with a question.

"Occasionally," Huw lied, I'm trying to stop. I read once that it's not good 
for your eyes."

"So do I," Simon admitted, "but I'm trying to stop too."

"Why don't we help each other," Huw suggested. "Tell me is you feel like it, 
and I'll tell you and that might help." he added with no conviction, but in 
the hope of the conversation leading somewhere.

"I feel like it now, Huwy," Simon blurted out.

"So do I," Huw admitted. "So we won't tonight, will we?"

"No," said Simon, keeping his fingers crossed.

"'Night, Si." "Night, Huwy." the boys said as Huw made his way to his own 
bed, his seven inch erection clearly visible to Simon through the fly of his 
pyjamas.

Huw climbed into bed, his erection aching, and turned out the bedside light.

"I need to go to the toilet," he heard Simon say, as he climbed out of bed 
and padded past Huw's bed towards the bathroom.

Huw caught the sight of the tent in his pyjamas in the moonlight streaming 
through the window. He lay there stroking his raging hard-on. He heard the 
stream of Simon's piss hitting the toilet bowl, and the flush. He had 
thoughts only of what it was issuing from. He saw Simon pulling back the 
foreskin, shaking off the drops, milking it, stroking it, burgeoning into 
erection, until he felt his whole body consumed with only one desire.

He heard Simon's footsteps across the room. Huw put out his hand and caught 
Simon's as he passed Huw's bed. He pulled Simon onto the bed. He was now 
lying on top of Huw. Huw put his arms around Simon, and lifted his face 
until their lips met. He could feel Simon's erection through the bedclothes. 
Huw's lips found Simon's cheek in a long, loving, kiss. Simon broke away.

"No, Huwy, we mustn't. We promised to help each other stop."

"I know," Huw replied. "You're right, we mustn't."

Simon walked slowly to his bed, erection aching as much as he knew Huw's 
would be. He could not show Huw that he was a slut. He climbed slowly into 
bed.

Huw felt as if he were about to boil over inside, as if his groin was about 
to explode. His mind was numb with love for the boy he had just held in his 
arms, whose cheek he had kissed, whose boyish erection he had felt through 
the bedclothes that separated them. He could not stop himself. He flung back 
the bedclothes and skipped over to where Simon lay on his back, a bulge 
under the bedclothes where his hand held his penis. He lay beside him, his 
face next to Simon's on the pillow.

"Simon, it can't hurt," Huw cried. "I lied to you before. I do it every day. 
It doesn't harm you. Simon I love you. I want you."

His breath was coming in rapid bursts as the words tumbled out. His body 
trembled as he took Simon in his arms and kissed him firmly on the lips, his 
tongue seeking an opening. He reached down and felt Simon's erection through 
the bedding, and pressed his own against his prone body. Simon opened his 
mouth and felt Huw's tongue dart inside. He felt a surge of excitement as he 
pressed back against Huw.

Huw turned and switched on the light beside the bed. He had to look at the 
object of his love while he made love to him. He stood and tore off his 
pyjama top and bottom, revealing his erection stretched to its full length. 
Simon stared in momentary disbelief at what the small cock he had seen many 
times had grown to a mighty seven-inch monster, curving up from Huw's body, 
the circumcised head flaring and straining, streaked with precum.

Simon reached tentatively to touch this wondrous object. Here was a boy with 
a man's penis, he thought - nearly as big as Mr Swan's, bigger than Lindsay. 
Huw pulled back the bedclothes. Rapidly he undid the string of Simon's 
pyjama pants. Simon raised his body for Huw to pull them down. Both boys 
were now consumed by adolescent lust, committed finally to the act of 
intimacy between them.

Huw knelt astride Simon's young body. The sight that he had craved lay a 
foot from his nose. He gazed down on Simon's youthful erection, the head 
still partly covered by his foreskin. Huw reached down and took it in both 
hands and gently moved them from the base, where he felt the soft wonder of 
Simon's balls, to the purple tip, where he had drawn his foreskin right 
back. As he slid it back and forth he felt Simon's hand on his own erection. 
It was at bursting point already and the gentle touch of a hand, as soft as 
a baby's, sent Huw into the first spasm of an orgasm the likes of which his 
young body had never known.

His hips thrust forward and his chest heaved as wave after wave of 
sensation, starting at the base of his penis, engulfed his whole body in a 
paroxysm of joy. So fierce, so consuming was its force and the emotions that 
had been unleashed by seducing the boy that he loved, that he momentarily 
wondered if he was going to survive, or roll off the bed in a faint. His 
body bucked and heaved as spurt after spurt of spunk ejaculated from the tip 
of his penis with the force of a jet. The first drop landed on Simon's 
cheek, the second on his chin, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth formed a line 
of pearls across the amber glow of Simon's smooth chest and belly, with more 
running down Huw's hands forming small patches of light on Simon's dark 
pubic hair.

At the same moment he felt the vein at the base of Simon's penis tighten in 
his hands, and then the whole shaft convulsed and the first spurt of his 
spunk joined a drop of Huw's on his chest, then another and another until 
his young balls were emptied. Huw's body sunk slowly onto Simon's and lay on 
top of him in the sweet resolution of their love, joined by the product of 
their emerging manhood. Huw's lips rested against Simon's cheek. It felt so 
smooth and so soft, with not even a hint of the forming on his own face. He 
found the sweet remnants of his own orgasm. He gathered a drop of the dew on 
his tongue and moved his mouth towards Simon's. He pressed his tongue into 
Simon's waiting mouth and watched the expression in the deep green eyes as 
he tasted Huw's youthful essence gathered from his glowing cheeks.

Huw heard himself murmuring into Simon's ear: "I love you Si, I really do. 
I've wanted to do this since I first saw you."

"I love you too, Huwy. I've wanted this too, ever since the trip back from 
Joey's in the bus."

Huw lifted himself slowly to an upright position. He found a handkerchief in 
the drawer beside the bed and carefully cleaned the spunk from Simon's body 
and his own.

"I'll keep this handkerchief forever," he said. And he did, for many years, 
to remind him of the consummation of his first love, of Simon's seduction.

But for now the boys had the holidays ahead of them, streams to swim in, 
mountains to climb, thoughts and bodies to explore. It was to be the 
vacation of their lifetime that neither would ever forget.

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