Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 12:48:21 +0100 (BST)
From: AC
Subject: Dilemmas - The Schoolboy

Any resemblance to real people or actual situations is purely accidental

DILEMMAS
THE SCHOOLBOY


My mother is nothing but a fucking snob. She didn't want me to mix with the
wrong type of person so my parents sent me to a private school as a day
pupil.  I made a few friends there but I haven't seen much of them
recently. Just after Christmas my mother persuaded my father to buy a large
house in the country because she thought that would be a more 'appropriate'
place to live.  Before the move I was able to go to school on my own and
that gave me a bit of freedom because I could hang about with some mates at
the end of the day before getting the bus home. Now my mother had to take
me by car, as there was no public transport.

The journey to school took us through the village about half a mile from
where we live and sometimes my mother would stop at the shop there to get a
newspaper. Near where she parked there was always a crowd of boys from the
local compressive school, waiting for the school bus.  As far as my mother
was concerned they were all village 'yobs' and she made it clear that she
didn't want me to have anything to do with them. That didn't stop me
checking them out as I sat in the car waiting for her to come out of the
shop. There was one boy in particular I couldn't keep my eyes off. I
guessed he was about my age, approaching six foot and slim. He had brown
spiky hair and was always laughing and joking. Unfortunately the grey
school trousers he was wearing didn't tell me much about his equipment but
I would sit there in the car desperately wishing I could get my hands on it
and give it a squeeze.

The Easter Holidays were fucking awful.  I didn't see any of my friends
from school and, as I am an only child, spent most of the time alone in my
room playing on my computer. The new house did have one big advantage
though - I had my own bathroom and toilet. This meant that I could always
go in there with some olive oil and play with my cock without having to
worry about my mother interrupting things.  This I did two or three times a
day, sometimes more.  The Spring Half Term was not so bad as I had plenty
of work to do for my GCSE exams. As the weather was good. I started going
down to the bottom of the garden to do a bit of revision and to get out of
the house and away from my parents. Sometimes I would squeeze through a gap
in the hedge, sit in the field and watch the locals walking along a
footpath that led to a neighbouring village

On the last day of the holiday I was sitting in the field with my books.
The sun was beginning to set and I was about to go back indoors when I
noticed two boys strolling along the path.  As they got closer I suddenly
realised that the older one was the guy I wanted to get my hands on. My
heart started to beat a bit faster. Who the other one was I had no idea.
They were both laughing and joking and I was pretty certain they hadn't
seen me so I ducked down behind a hedge and waited to see where they were
going. It was soon obvious they were making for some woods about a hundred
metres from the path.  I quickly looked around. There was nobody else about
so I followed them at a distance. As it was now getting dark it was a bit
difficult to see exactly where they were going but I saw them leave the
footpath and go into the woods just by an old barn. When I got to the barn
however it was so dark it was impossible to go any further so I stood just
behind a tree and listened. Before long I heard them talking. They were not
far away and had no idea I was there.

'Come on.... get it out...'

There was a pause 'Fucking hell Craig. This is gross. I won't get that in
my mouth. It's fucking bigger than anyone's at school'

' They're not as old as me you silly bastard. If you don't want to suck it
just give us a wank I'm feeling fucking horny.'

The talking stopped and the only thing I could hear was the noise of cars
on the distant motorway. Suddenly the boy called Craig started to mutter

'I'm coming.... I'm coming... aaah ...aaah.........'

The young kid then yelled out ' Fuck Craig it's all over my hand...what a
fucking mess'

Craig then started to laugh. 'Come on you silly bastard we'd better get
back or my mum will wonder where we are. Wipe your hands on my
handkerchief...'

I waited until I was sure they'd gone then, with my cock still stiff inside
my track bottoms, made my way back to the gap in the hedge and quietly
crept into the house without being noticed. When my mum decided she ought
to check up to see what I was doing I was playing on the computer in my
room. That night, though, when I went to bed I had a fucking fantastic
wank, thinking all the time about what I'd heard in the woods. The guy I'd
been checking out at the bus stop was called Craig and a young kid had
tossed him off. The lucky bastard.

Most years I looked forward to the summer holidays. I usually stayed with a
cousin for a couple of weeks and although we never had any sex together he
was good for a laugh. It was also a chance to escape from my parents for a
bit. This year was different. Just after Easter I heard my mother having a
fucking furious argument with her sister on the phone and I was told I
wouldn't be going over to Rob's in August. I was really pissed off when she
told me - I just didn't know what I was going to do with myself for six
weeks.

When the holidays arrived my mother started issuing orders straight away.
On the first Monday she told me she was going out for the afternoon and I
would have to stay in as she was expecting a delivery. Fuck knows where she
thought I'd go. She didn't want me to go into the village and I had no way
of getting into town to see any of my schoolmates.  Any way as soon as she
left at about midday I went up stairs, stripped completely and looked at
myself in the mirror. I inspected my cock and decided to measure it. It was
just over seven inches. I don't know why but I'd got it into my head that
it wasn't as long as most guys' and I wanted to make it at least eight
inches. I thought that if I kept massaging it slowly and keeping it hard
for a good long time it might get bigger so for the next two hours my cock
was on sentry duty. Whenever I thought I was about to cum I stopped
stroking and waited. Every now and again I would pick up the ruler to see
how things were going. After about two hours of this I heard the doorbell
ring - it was the deliveryman. I put my track bottoms on and went down
stairs. The guy with the parcels was quite young - about twenty-five. He
looked at me and down at my track bottoms with my half hard cock sticking
out. He gave me a wink. Fuck would I have liked to ask him in but of course
I just said 'Thanks mate' signed the form and went back to my bedroom to
continue my expansion programme.

After about another hour I looked at the clock and realised my mother would
be back soon so I gave my cock a final measure. It was the same length it
had been at midday but it had got a bit thicker. I then went into my
bathroom and before long there was fucking cum absolutely everywhere.

I'd enjoyed the three hours my mother had been away but I knew that it
wouldn't be like that every day and I had to think of ways of getting out
of the house or she would drive me fucking crazy. After a bit of a think I
decided that the best thing to do was to act the creep son and offer to
take the dog for a walk each day. My mother knew I hated our small
dachshund with its fucking stupid name of Lady Jane so she wasn't likely to
say no and even though I had the dog with me I'd still have a chance to
explore the area and might even meet some hot guy.

 Tuesday afternoon I announced for the first time I was taking the dog for
a walk. My mother immediately said:

' You're not to go anywhere near the village.  I don't want you associating
with the yobs down there and I want you back here by four. Mrs Smithers
will be coming over with her daughter and I want you to meet them.'

'Fuck ' I thought ' this is all I need.

It was probably about half past two when I left the house. I went down the
drive until I reached the road, turned left and then took a right turn
along a narrow lane. I kept on walking for about a mile until I came to a
small bridge over a stream. I stopped for a few minutes then continued up a
slight hill towards some woods I saw in the distance. When I'd almost
reached the woods I looked at my watch and thought I'd better go back home
as I didn't want too much aggravation from my mother right at the start of
the holidays.  I turned round and made my way back. As the bridge came
clearly into view I noticed two boys throwing things into the water. The
fucking dog then started to bark and the boys turned round to see what was
going on. Fuck I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Craig and the boy who had
wanked him in the woods back in May. What the kid was wearing I can't
remember but Craig looked fucking hot in his tight jeans. As for me I felt
a complete pratt out for a walk with a dachshund. I tried to think of
something to say but couldn't. Luckily Craig didn't have any such problems

'Hi!' he said ' Haven't seen you around here before'

'Naw...just moved in. I'm just taking the dog out.'

The young kid didn't seem in the least bit interested but Craig carried on

' By the way my names Craig what's yours?

'Steve'

'You go to school round here?'

The last thing I wanted him to know was that I went to a private school so
I mumbled something about still going to my old school and that my mother
had to take me in the car. Craig had now put his hands in his pocket and
started fiddling with his cock. I kept on glancing down at what he was
doing and he must have noticed.

' I've got to go ' I said ' we've got ... '

Craig interrupted me

' You come this way often?'

' Most days' I lied

'See you around then'

I continued my way home and Craig and his mate took the lane towards the
woods. 'Lucky bastards ' I muttered half out loud as I pictured Craig
leaning up against a tree having his cock sucked by the kid.

For the next two days it pissed down with rain and I spent most of the time
playing on my computer, watching TV and fiddling with my cock. On Thursday
I took the dog for a walk again and waited at the bridge for over an hour
but Craig didn't appear. I went home feeling thoroughly pissed off as the
following day we were going on holiday for a week and I didn't know whether
I'd get a chance to go round to the bridge before we left.

When I got up on Friday I was feeling a bit stressed out. I had to see
Craig but I knew what my mother was like. Sure enough after lunch she
started to insist that I help her get things ready as we were leaving in
the evening. When I said I was taking the dog for a walk she said it wasn't
necessary, as Lady Jane would get plenty of exercise at the kennels. I
simply ignored her protests, said I wouldn't be long and left the house in
a hurry. I almost ran to the bridge hoping all the time Craig would be
there.  He was. As soon as he saw me he put his hands in his pockets and
began to feel himself

' What's up with you?' he asked

' Got out of the house quick because my mother wanted me to help her'

' You gona walk to the woods with me?'

Fuck I knew what he meant and I was desperate to go with him but there
wasn't time.

'Can't today. We're going on holiday and I've got to take the dog to the
kennels'

'Where you going?'

'Oh......Some crappy place ..... Look got to go. See you when I get
back....I'll be here most days'

I don't know why but my parents never went abroad for holidays.  They never
said anything to me but I think it was because my father didn't want to be
too far away from his business. Any way we always went to this exclusive
holiday resort on the coast and stayed in a fucking enormous hotel full of
snobs just like my mother. When we got there this year I went straight to
my room to unpack as my mother was fucking annoying me but I'd hardly been
there five minutes when she came rushing in all excited. She wanted to tell
me that Lord fuck knows who was staying at the hotel and that he had a son
my age. She told me I must get to know the boy so I could then introduce
his parents to her. I just smiled as there's no point in arguing with her
when she in that kind of mood but as soon as she'd gone I muttered under my
breath ' If he's got a decent cock I might but otherwise no'

During dinner that evening my mother pointed to a family the other side of
the dining room. There was a man and a women, a girl of about thirteen and
a boy who looked about eighteen. 'Shit ' I thought ' Not bad but I wonder
what sort of cock he's got' Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to find out
as they finished dinner before us and left the dinning room. The following
morning they checked out.

The only good thing about holidays with my parents was that they allowed me
to wander about the town and along the sea front on my own and never
bothered to ask me where I'd been or what I'd been doing. My mother
obviously thought it was safe for me to be let loose as there was nobody
around under the age of thirty and so there was no chance of me getting in
with the wrong type.

Even so by Thursday I was feeling unbelievably pissed off.  I kept thinking
about Craig and what I'd like to do to him and as the weather was pretty
shitty the only bit of enjoyment I got was spent in my room wanking.
Thursday however was a really hot day and I took a walk along the sea front
and along a path that led up some cliffs. Half way up the cliffs there are
two or three seats where you can sit and admire the view. Not far away is a
bog. Not really knowing what to do I sat down for a bit on one of the seats
and looked out to sea. I'd not been there long when the urge came over
me. I needed a wank, even though I'd had one just before I'd left the
hotel, so I got up and went into the bog. There were two cubicles and I
made for the one furthest from the entrance. It didn't take me long to take
my jeans completely off, sit down on the seat and begin to play with my
cock. I'd been at it for about two or three minutes when I heard somebody
come into the cubicle next door. I thought it was probably somebody who
needed a shit but I still bent forward slightly just in case there was
anything to see. It wasn't long before I heard the guy moving his feet
around and then a foot in a black trainer appeared. I kept on stroking,
keeping my eye fixed on the gap between the partition and the floor,
wondering whether anything else would happen. After a minute or two the guy
stood up. There was silence.  I carried on stroking.  Suddenly what looked
like a head appeared under the partition and quickly disappeared. I then
heard the door of the cubicle open and the guy leave without flushing the
toilet. I started to get excited. I quickly put my jeans on, opened the
door of the cubicle, and slowly looked out to see if there was anybody
hanging about. The bog was empty.

 I almost went back inside to continue my wank but decided instead to go
outside and have a look around. Fuck, my heart started to beat quickly when
I noticed a guy of about nineteen sitting on one of the seats overlooking
the sea. I immediately went over to him and sat down. Fuck. He was wearing
black trainers. My heart now started to thump. It must have been him
looking under the partition and he must have seen me wanking. I was just
thinking about what to say when he turned to me and started talking.

' You on holiday here?'

'Yeah How about you?'

'No I live here'

'What's it like?'

' A fucking dump'

The conversation carried on like this for about five minute when the guy
suddenly muttered

'I need a piss'

' Same here ' I said, got up and followed him towards the bog

In the bog there was only enough room for two people to piss at the same
time so I had to stand right next to the guy. My hands shaking I got out my
already half hard cock and looked at him. He gave me a kind of grin and
looked down towards my cock and then back up at me. It was now my turn to
grin

' You going to come in there with me?' He nodded towards one of the
cubicles ' Its quite safe nobody comes here'

Fuck it wasn't Craig but here was a chance of a bit of sex. We'd hardly got
inside the cubicle and locked the door when he started to undo his jeans
and push them down.

' You gonna give me a suck?'

'Dunno. Never done it'

'I'll give you one'

' Let's have a wank first' I said as I got my cock out

 As the guy shoved his boxers down his cock bobbed out and I saw that his
meat curved upward, unlike mine, which sticks straight out. It must have
been about an inch shorter than mine but I didn't mind as I gripped hold of
it and began to rub it. He started to do the same to me. We didn't say
anything but just looked at each other and then down at our cocks. Suddenly
the guy looked at his watch and muttered 'Fuck I've got to go. I start work
in fifteen minutes. Quick finish me off''

I started to rub his cock as hard as I could and soon cum was spurting all
over the floor. The guy then quickly put his cock away and whispered ' See
you here at two tomorrow' He opened the door and left me in the cubicle, my
cock throbbing and my hand covered with cum.

After lunch the following day I didn't hang about and got down to the bogs
about half an hour early hoping the guy would already be there. He wasn't
and it wasn't until two that I saw him walking down the cliff path, his
hands in his pockets. He came straight towards me and sat down. The first
thing he said was

' Going to give me a suck today, then?'

'Yeah' I replied ' as long as you give me one.

' Come on then'

The guy led the way to the bog as he had done the day before but this time
we went straight into the cubicle where he took his jeans completely off,
sat on the bog seat and told me to kneel down in front of him. It was a bit
uncomfortable but I didn't care. I was about to get my lips round a cock
for the first time. His cock had started to throb and I had to grip hold of
it with my right hand to keep it still before starting to lick the
head. Almost at once he started to moan 'Fuck.....aaaah...aaaah... fuck' I
knew I was doing alright so I didn't make any attempt to put the whole of
his meat in my mouth. I just worked on the head. Eventually he started to
mutter ' I'm cumming.....I'm cumming' and I prepared to take the whole of
his load in my mouth. What a fucking load that was. I didn't know a guy
could make so much cum. I swallowed the lot and looked at him. For a moment
I was afraid he was going to leave as he'd done the day before but while he
was cleaning up with some bog paper he said ' It's your fucking turn
now'. I sat on the bog seat and he got down in front of me and started to
suck my cock. Fuck I can't tell you what it felt like. Unlike me he didn't
just work on the head he managed to get the whole of my fucking cock in his
mouth. It was a good job nobody came into the bogs while he was sucking me
because I couldn't stop myself-moaning.  When I finally came to a climax I
almost yelled out as my whole body tensed up and my cum shot like a bullet
out of my cock into the guy's mouth.

After we'd left the bog we sat outside talking for about five minutes and
the guy asked me whether I was free on Saturday. I told him I was going
home in the morning.  'Fuck' he said ' I don't get much chance of a bit of
cock down here. You're the first I've had for six months' He then got up
and left

On the Sunday and Monday after we got back from holiday it pissed down with
rain but on Tuesday it brightened up a bit. In the afternoon my mother had
some of her snobby friends round so I played the good boy for about half an
hour and then said I was going to take the dog for a walk. I knew I'd have
a good two hours as my mother wouldn't worry about me while her friends
were there. When I got to the bridge Craig wasn't there so I wandered up
towards the woods and then back again, wondering whether he would turn
up. I then leant over the side of the bridge and began to throw things into
the water, thinking about the guy on holiday. After about half an hours of
this I was beginning to give up hope but then I heard a noise, glanced up
and saw Craig running towards me.

' Thought you weren't fucking coming' I said

'Sorry....do you want to go to the woods today?'

I didn't say anything but looked at Craig who'd already got a hand in his
pocket, trying to keep his cock under control. When he saw me looking at
him he grinned. As we walked along the lane Craig started to ask me about
my holiday. I didn't want to say too much and certainly wasn't going to
tell him I'd had sex with this guy so I simply said

'Most of the time it was fucking boring'

When we got to the top of the hill Craig opened a gate, which led into the
woods and we followed a path to a clearing where there was a large tree
trunk that had been blown down during a gale. We sat down. Craig with one
hand in his pocket kept on muttering under his breath

'Ah..ah..ah.. fuck'

'Is this where you come with your mate' I said

' He's not my mate. He's my cousin. He comes and stays with me
sometimes...yeah we've been here a couple of times'

I got up and took the dog over to one of the trees and tied her up. My cock
was now getting really stiff and was tenting in my track bottoms. Craig
could see this and as I went back to where we were sitting he got up, came
towards me and without a word started to rub my cock through the material.
I started to do the same to him. I was now trembling all over and said

' Get your fucking jeans off Craig I want to see what your cock's like'

He stopped rubbing me, quickly undid his belt and shoved his jeans down to
the ground. What a fucking lovely cock. It was round, smooth and thick,
just about the same size as mine. Craig grinned

'Come on you fucker let's see yours'

I immediately shoved my track bottoms down and as I did so Craig gasped

' You've got a fucking hot cock'

'So have you, you bastard. Want me to give you a suck?'

'Fuck yeah. My cousin won't do it'

I was down on my knees and Craig put his hands on my head as I began to get
him really worked up. I'd enjoyed the guy on holiday but Craig was better.
He made much more noise for a start, which really turned me on. He kept on
muttering 'Aaah..aaah...aaah.. ..This is fucking wicked Steve fucking
wicked' He also lasted longer. When I asked him how he managed it he
admitted having had a long wank that morning thinking about me, wondering
whether I would be at the bridge.

During that first session Craig didn't suck me off, he just gave me a good
wank. I didn't mind as I knew this wouldn't be the last time we'd get
together. After I'd sprayed my cum all over the bushes we put our cocks
away, I untied the dog and we made our way back to the bridge. It was then
I told Craig one or two things about myself and the difficulties I had
getting out of the house. He seemed to understand and we agreed to try and
meet every day on the bridge at two thirty.

The next ten days were fucking magic. My mother ignored me, it didn't rain
and Craig and me were able to spend a good hour every day giving each other
a suck. Then it started to rain. It did nothing but piss down for two days
and I didn't see Craig. On the third day, even though it wasn't raining it
was overcast and I was getting nervous in case Craig wouldn't be at the
bridge. At about half past two my mother decided to go and see one of her
friends. I knew she wouldn't be back for at least three hours so I locked
the dog in the kitchen, grabbed an umbrella and ran to the bridge. Craig
was already there

'Fuck Craig' I gasped, almost out of breath ' I'm feeling so fucking horny'
He put his hand out and gave me a squeeze. It then started to piss down
with rain again. I put the umbrella up and we tried to make up our minds
what to do

'We could have sex under the umbrella' Craig joked. And then more seriously
' You could come round my place but what about your mother?'

' I fucking know. She's fucking out at the moment but it's just like her to
drive through the village and see me. ....tell you what why don't you come
to my place . We've easily got an hour before you need leave'

Craig didn't really want to come as he thought it too risky but we were
both so desperate he finally agreed. As soon as we got back to the house we
went straight to my bedroom. Craig was now clearly ready for anything and
I'd hardly closed the door when he burst out:

'Get your fucking clothes off Steve.'

It was not long before we were both lying on my bed naked, gently wanking
each other. Suddenly Craig said

'Do you know what a 69er is ?'

Mr Fucking Innocent didn't know and I had to confess I didn't have clue. He
didn't bother to explain - he just showed me. Was that fucking cool. My
cock in Craig's mouth, his in mine. Then it happened. We were just getting
into it when there was a noise and I heard my bedroom door open. Standing
there looking at us was my father.

Exactly what happened next I can't remember except that my father went into
one of his rants and my mind went blank. Then suddenly and as clearly as
anything I heard my father shout at the top of his voice

' You can get out of this house and don't fucking come back. If you're
still here tonight I'll throw you out with my own hands. '

He turned round and as he left slammed the door. A few moments later I
heard the front door close and my father's car speed off.

I sat on the side of the bed not knowing what to do or what to say. Craig
put his arm round me

'Don't worry he doesn't mean it'

'He fucking does Craig...he fucking does'

As I said this my mind went back to the time four years ago when my father
had a massive argument with my uncle Tim. I can still remember how he
grabbed my favourite uncle by the collar and literally flung him through
the front door.

' He fucking does Craig. He fucking does... what am I going to do?

There was a long silence then Craig looked at me and said

'My mum'll help out. Don't worry Steve. Come home with me until things cool
down a bit'

I slowly collected together some clothes, shoved them into a bag and we
left. On the way to the village Craig's explained that his parents ran the
village shop and were always very busy. Although he had three older
brothers they'd left home a couple of years ago. Now he was left very much
to himself

When we got to the village he made me stand inside the pub car park where I
couldn't be seen from the road and went into the shop to talk to his mum. A
few moments later he reappeared.

'Its OK I didn't tell my mum what happened but its OK.'

Craig led me round the back of the shop and then down the garden towards a
caravan.

' We're having some building work done inside so since last week I've been
sleeping in the caravan. We'll be on our own down here.'

At about five o'clock Craig's mum came down to the caravan, knocked on the
door and asked to have a word with me. She said although she didn't know
what the problem was it was OK for me to stay a few days as long as I tried
to contact my parents.  I agreed and at about six I rang home. There was no
reply and the answer phone had been switched off. I didn't like to phone my
father at work and tried home again at eight.  Still no answer. I tried
again at ten with the same result so I switched my mobile off and looked at
Craig. 'Not only is he fucking horny' I thought ' but he's a fucking good
friend'

Craig's parents had already gone to bed as they had to get up early and we
were now alone and not going to be disturbed. Craig looked at me with a
serious look on his face.

'We don't have to if you don't want to' he whispered

I didn't reply but slowly began to take my clothes off until I was standing
in front of him naked with my cock throbbing. Craig just watched me, then
got down on his knees and put my cock in his mouth. I put my hands on his
head and drew him towards me. Fuck, at that moment I just forgot all about
my problems.  After a few minutes Craig took my cock out of his mouth and
said

' Is that OK?'

' Fuck yes ' I replied ' but it'll be better it you get your clothes off I
want to finish what we started this afternoon'

The following morning we woke up at about ten and straight away my hand was
on Craig's cock. He allowed me to wank him for a few minutes and then
turned over grabbed my head and gave me a kiss.  His tongue went absolutely
wild in my mouth. I responded in the same way but after a minute or two
pushed him gently away. 'That's fucking cool Craig but I ought to ring
home'

That day I rang home about every two hours but I always got the same
response. I thought about going back to the house but was shit scared, as I
didn't know if I could face either my mother or my father. At ten o'clock
that night I tried for the last time and then looked at Craig

'Are your mum and dad in bed?'

'Yeah. No chance of being disturbed now'

'Shit, Craig you look fucking horny. You know what I want?' Craig just
looked at me 'You know what I want?' I repeated

'Tell me'

' I want you to fuck me'

'You know what I want Steve?'

'What?'

'I want to fuck you'

I burst out laughing ' What you waiting for you bastard. All there is
between your cock and my arse is our clothes' I flung myself on the bed,
looked at Craig and whispered ' Do what you fucking like you bastard. Do
what you fucking like.'

Craig came over to me and began to undress me. Each item of clothing was
taken off and thrown on the floor until I was completely naked. Then Craig
began to take his clothes off. Even though I'd seen his cock loads of times
I still found myself getting excited as he slowly undressed in front of
me. When at last he'd finished and was standing there with his cock
stretching out in front of him I whispered

'You're going to need something to grease my hole with. I've only ever had
a couple of fingers up my arse.' Craig went over to the washbasin and
brought over some shaving gel and without a word lifted my legs and began
to smother my hole with it. Next he completely covered a couple of finger
with the gel and put one and then the other inside me. I then started to
get the kind of sensation I'd been dreaming about since the first time I'd
had sex with Craig

' That's fucking cool Craig ...that's fucking cool. Put your cock in now'

Craig carefully covered his cock with gel and then knelt behind my arse and
slowly began to push. At first I winced with the pain but then when I saw
Craig had the whole of his seven inches inside me the pain seemed to
disappear..

That was a wicked session. The sensation inside my arse was indescribable
and from the look on Craig's face his cock must have had a fantastic
time. I kept muttering

'Craig.... Craig.... Craig.'

Craig kept looking at me with a smile on his face as he pumped away.

Suddenly he yelled out 'I'm cumming Steve..... I'm cumming.... I'm cumming'
flung his head back, opened his mouth and his cum spurted into my hole.

We remained still for a moment, Craig's cock softening inside me. He then
gripped hold of my cock, which was still throbbing and rubbed it hard until
I didn't have a drop of cum left in my balls. We then both lay back on the
bed in each other's arms and fell sleep.

We were woken at eight by Craig's mother at the door of the caravan. She
said she wanted to speak to me and would be back in five minutes. Craig and
me got dressed quickly.  I asked him what he thought his mother wanted but
he said he didn't have a clue.

When his mother returned she looked very pale. Sit down Steve. I did as I
was told, thinking she'd discovered what Craig and me had been doing
together. 'Mrs Tyler from down the road came into the shop about ten
minutes ago. She told me there had been an horrific accident on the
motorway at six this morning and that your father has been killed'

There was a moment of intense silence before she continued in a low voice
'I'll leave you and Craig together for a while so you can decided what you
want to do'. His mother left and as I put my head in my hands I whispered
'Craig...Craig.... Tell me what I ought to do'