Date: Mon, 25 May 2015 12:38:42 +1000
From: Jeff Albertson <albertson194@gmail.com>
Subject: Forgetful Phil

Forgetful Phil

a story by plantagenet

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Forgetful Phil

By the time he had reached the age of 12, Philip Ambrosia already had
gained a reputation for forgetfulness; among his schoolmates, his family,
and his friends. It wasn't a self-serving forgetfulness, such as forgetting
to put his allegedly completed maths homework in his schoolbag, or
forgetting his swimsuit on the day his class had swimming lessons for gym
period. It was more a reflection of his head-in-the-clouds nature. Put
simply, Phil was a dreamer, and very easily distracted. Some boys called
him "forgetful Phil" or just "Forgetphil", while others favoured "Phil
Amnesia".

Most times, Phil's dreamy approach to life caused nobody any problems.
Sometimes his faux pas were an occasion for amusement, as when he returned
from the boys' bathroom to his classroom one day with the zipper of his
jeans still lowered and his little penis flopped out. Phil might arrive at
school promptly at 8:30, ready for class, having got himself out of bed,
washed and breakfasted himself, only to discover it was a Saturday. Once
Phil took the bus from the bus stop at the front of his house, meaning to
go to the town library, only to drift off into whatever mental worlds he
inhabited for the next hour and a half, then found himself back at his own
front door!

Phil's small family were very forgiving of Phil's memory lapses. To them,
his absent-mindedness was easily managed. When his mom asked Phil to wash
the dishes after supper, she usually led him to the sink, ran the hot water
for him, added the detergent and dipped his hands into the water as an aide
memoire. Phil usually worked it out from there, although at times his mom
checked up on him to make sure he wasn't just standing at the sink, hands
immersed in suds, his crystal blue eyes staring off at some unseen vista
way in the distance.

At the age of 12, to add to his troubles, puberty began its sneak attack on
Phil's young body. It was at that point that his mother thought that her
son might benefit from the guidance of an older male, at this sensitive
time for a young boy. Phil's absent father was not an option, and his only
sibling was an older sister who spent all her time at college. What made
Phil's mom's mind up was finding Phil in the middle of the family room one
afternoon, an hour after Phil had returned from school, but still wearing
his school clothes, one hand down the front of his jeans, playing with his
penis, the other reaching for some distant invisible object on the ceiling
that only Phil could see.

"Philip, darling, I'm inviting your cousin James to stay with us for a
week. He's on vacation from college, so he has a bit of spare time on his
hands. While he's here, I want you to...well, I want you to take advantage
of the opportunity talk to him about, er, boy talk. You know, about growing
up, maturing, that kind of thing. He's a very level-headed young man, and
he has a good reputation for getting through to younger boys who need, ah,
advice on the changes a boy's body goes through. At your age, that is. So
that's settled. He can sleep in your room."

Phil heard every word his mother said, but didn't relate them to himself.
What did she mean about 'changes'? What did 'maturity' have to do with him?
He knew that he had been having some problems with boners lately, but
judging by what his classmates constantly talked about, it was a pretty
universal problem, not confined to him alone. But he knew James from last
Christmas when the family all got together, and he liked him, so he didn't
mind James sharing his room, even though there was only one bed. They'd
figure something out, he was sure.

James arrived that evening, and immediately renewed his friendship with his
cousin Phil. The older teen and the young boy quickly found a level on
which to relate, and soon were chattering away like long-time friends. Ms
Ambrosia had already talked on the phone to James, telling him in the
bluntest possible terms that what her son needed was some practical
instruction on sex and puberty-related matters, and about making healthy
choices. As far as James was concerned, that left the door wide open for
pretty much anything he wanted. And James wanted quite a lot.

"Come on Phil, let's go have a wash and get ready for bed" James urged his
younger cousin. Philip had been watching TV, and looked out the window to
see whether it had suddenly gotten dark without his realising. It hadn't.

"Er...wash? Bed? Huh?" he stammered. Who has a wash before bed? And isn't
it way too early to be thinking about bedtime?

"Do as James says, dear", Philip's mom confirmed. "I expect you to obey
James as if you were obeying me, and you know what happens when you
disobey!"

Phil certainly did - that was one thing Philip was able to recall very
easily. His mother believed in the old-fashioned type of discipline: none
of this new-age 'go to your room and think about what you did' for her.
With Mrs Ambrosia, a punishment consisted of a spanking on the bare bottom,
and she didn't care where they were when it was administered: in a shopping
mall, on a bus, at the swimming pool; if she decided Philip needed
discipline, then discipline was what he got, straight away.

"But Mom, it's only five o'clock!" the boy whined, eyes glued to the TV,
forgetting for a moment that whining always made his mother less amenable
to reason rather than more. On hearing her son's complaint, she made a snap
decision.

"That's it, mister. Come here and pull those trousers down, you are going
to be spanked". Phil's jaw dropped as he realised his mother meant to spank
him in front of his cousin James. But when Mrs Ambrosia saw the dismay in
her son's face at that prospect, she realised there was an even more apt
punishment. "In fact, I think James should punish you. After all, it is him
that you are disobeying."

James, naturally, jumped at the chance to spank his younger cousin. He took
the reluctant boy by the wrists and pulled him over his lap. "Take his
pants down, please, James - we don't allow any comforts here," Mrs Ambrosia
instructed. She watched as James reached around the front of the boy's
narrow waist to undo Philip's trousers, which he then pulled down, along
with Philip's underpants, to the middle of Phil's thighs, exposing a
delightfully curved bottom.

"Ten smacks should do it, James," she instructed her nephew, "and don't go
easy on him, he won't learn his lesson otherwise." The eighteen-year-old
took to his task with carefully disguised glee as he first caressed the
perfect milky white globes of Philip's ass, then slapped the pre-teen boy's
buttcheeks with his hand, each slap making a resounding noise and causing
young Phil to flinch and try to jerk away from the stinging sensation.
James could see Philip's ballbag poking out, tightly trapped by his thighs,
but resisted the impulse to squeeze it, or worse, include it in a few of
his slaps.

"Now stand up, Philip," his mother ordered her son after his ordeal. The
boy's trousers and underwear fell to his ankles as he clambered off his
cousin's lap. His penis had begun to stiffen during the spanking, but he
knew better than to try to hide it with his hands. His mother had made it
clear that the inspection after the spanking was just as important as the
spanking itself, and that he was never to be shy of his body on front of
her. "Turn around, please," she continued, checking his cheeks for redness,
of which there was ample.

"Very well. Thank you for doing that, James. Now, perhaps, Philip, you will
do as you are told, without fuss, whether it is James or myself that tells
you. In fact, since James did such a satisfactory job on your bottom, I
think that he should be in charge of all spankings for the week that he is
here, at his own discretion. Will that be alright with you, James?"

"Yes ma'am," James replied to his aunt, barely able to conceal his relish.
Philip's excitement, meanwhile, had continued to grow, his three-incher
standing at a 45 degree angle and throbbing with each of the boy's
heartbeats.

"Now, since you are going to have a shower, you won't need to put your
pants back on. You may remove them and carry them upstairs. Off you go."
The two boys ascended the stairs, one dressed, the other naked from the
waist down. As they made the short climb, James took the opportunity to
caress Philip's now-heated bottom, a gesture that Mrs Ambrosia noticed but
thought was simply affectionate, something between boys, to show that there
were no ill feelings.

James, however, had feelings for Philip that had already grown to a level
somewhat deeper than mere affection, and were well on the way to full-blown
lust. He steered Philip towards the bathroom, where he slipped his younger
cousin's shirt over his head. "Jump in the shower, Phil, I'll be right with
you," James directed, quickly disrobing.

Puzzlement covered Philip's unblemished face - was James getting in the
shower with him? At the same time? But there wouldn't be enough- "Oh!" was
all Philip had time to say before the tiny shower recess suddenly became
very crowded indeed. James had joined his cousin inside the glass cubicle
under the warm jets of water and was rubbing a sliver of soap all over his
smelly bits.

"When you reach puberty, as you will very soon I imagine," James explained,
soaping up his cousin, "you have to carefully wash all the bits that sweat:
first the underarms-" here James lifted Phil's arms over his head one at
the time and soaped up his smooth pits, "-your ballbag-" Philip flinched as
James grasped the younger boy's scrotum, hanging down a little due to the
relaxing effect of the hot water, "-and your foreskin", James added,
sliding Phil's skin up and over his knobhead before skinning it back. "Oh,
and last but not least - your asscrack." James' soapy hands seemed to be
everywhere at once, sliding, feeling, grabbing, stroking, before he finally
gave the little piece of soap to Philip.

"Now, you show me how well you paid attention. Wash me!" James ordered.

"I...I don't really-" was all Phil managed to say before James cut him off.

"I hope your next words are going to be 'want this shower to end', Philip -
or have you already forgotten the little spanking you just received? I
wouldn't think so, because your bottom is still very warm", James noted,
cupping his cousin's buttcheek. Sighing, Phil set about his task, carefully
fondling his cousin's heavy ballsack, soaping up his hairy pits, slicking
his knobhead, even running his soapy fingers up and down James' ample
asscrack.

"Mmm, good boy. Now let's get dressed. As your reward, we can go watch some
more TV before bed. We'll have a little snog on the couch before we get all
hot and bothered in bed later, hmm?"

'Snog?' Philip thought absently to himself, 'that's what older boys and
girls do in the back row of the cinema, isn't it?', as he allowed James to
rub the fluffy towel all over him and lead him, naked, to his bedroom.

"This should do nicely", James decided aloud as he pulled a sleeveless
basketball shirt from Philip's chest-of-drawers and slipped it over the
boy's head. It came down to mid-thigh on Philip, who noticed that James had
pulled on a pair of boxers from his own suitcase. "Let's go downstairs,
Phil, and get comfy," James instructed, taking Philip's hand. He led the
boy to the living room couch and sat beside him - very closely beside,
Philip thought. It felt strange to Philip to only be wearing a top and no
bottoms, but at least the top covered everything, and he didn't want to
make a fuss. His bottom cheeks still tingled a bit.

Philip could hear his mother messing about in the kitchen, but before he
could settle in to watch the TV he felt James put his arm around his
shoulders and begin to kiss his neck and the side of his face. "Er..." was
all he had the chance to get out of his mouth before James covered it with
his own lips.

To make matters worse, out of the corner of his eye Phil saw his mother
enter the living room, catching him and James in mid-snog! But all she did
was give a little smile. In fact, she was thinking that it was very
thoughtful of James to teach her son how to kiss properly - most young men
would be shy of kissing their 12-year-old cousin. She was glad that James
showed no such silly modesty."I hope you showed him about washing under his
foreskin, James?" she asked.

James broke off the kiss and shook his head in agreement. "Oh, yes ma'am!"
he declared. "See?" he added, pulling up Philip's loose shirt in front to
expose an erect penis (which was bad enough) and using finger and thumb to
slide back the younger boy's foreskin to reveal a shiny clean knob (which
was worse), then continuing to slide the skin up and down, up and down,
right in front of his mother (which was way worse!).

"Thank you, James, I knew I could rely on you. You two boys continue
your...whatever," she added, airily, returning to the kitchen.

"Hear that, Phil?" James whispered into the boy's ear as he slowly flogged
his cousin's little dick. "Your mom wants me to keep going. But it's boring
when only one of us is wanking, so here's what I want you to do. Reach your
hand into my shorts and do to my dick what I'm doing to yours - just so I
know you're getting the hang of checking if a foreskin is clean"

James leaned back a little to allow Phil to insinuate a hand under the hem
of his boxers, but Phil was not so sure he should be doing this, with his
Mom only a few feet away, and all. "I don't-" was all he got out.

"And here I thought you already learned your lesson!" observed James as he
wrestled Philip's body over his lap, face down, in the customary
position. "Clearly you haven't!" James added as he pulled the skimpy shirt
up over his bottom and up Philip's back to his shoulderblades, exposing him
completely. "You won't really be needing this any more," James remarked as
he pulled the shirt all the way over the boy's head and down his arms,
before dropping it on the couch. Philip was now beautifully bare-ass naked,
laying across James' thighs, his stiffening tool crushed against James'
thigh, his bottom nicely elevated.

Smack! Smack! Philip's mom came into the living room from the kitchen to
see what was going on. "Tsk, tsk!" she clucked as she watched James swat
her son's bum. "It looks like someone is a slow learner today! Thank you,
James - you're very patient with him."

James smiled up at his aunt as the last slap came down on Philip's reddened
derriere. "It's no bother, Auntie, I know exactly what Philip needs. I
think, to reinforce the lesson, he should go bare the rest of the evening."

"Good idea, James. Philip, did you hear that?" she asked as her son resumed
his position, wincing as his chastened butt came into contact with the
scratchy fabric of the couch. His little groin missile stood straight up in
his lap, but Philip knew better than to try to cover it up. In any event
there was no need, as James had resumed wanking his younger cousin.

"Now, Philip, what did I ask you to do?" the older teen whispered in his
cousin's ear.

"To...to wank you off" Philip whimpered.

"Exactly!" James retorted. "So why are you not wanking me already? Do you
need another spanking? Because I can easily drape you face down over the
back of the couch to give myself a better angle for a good hard swing at
that tender, smooth bottom of yours, hmm? Would you prefer that?"

Philip winced at the prospect of another batch of swats. Grimacing, he
reached inside his cousin's boxers and started reluctantly to fondle the
hot hard fleshy pole within.

James took a breather from kissing Philip's lips to suggest that the boy
pull down the boxers he was wearing. "It'll give you more room, Phil - I
don't want your hand to get cramped, you'll be needing to use it quite a
lot this week." Philip sighed in dismay as James lifted his hips to allow
the boy to pull the boxers down, revealing James' hardon nestled in his
hairy bush.

"Yeah, that's the way, now get busy," James ordered, resuming his kissing
of the younger boy's lips and face. Philip's mother entered the living room
a few minutes later to call the boys to supper, so James broke his kiss and
eased his shorts back up. Philip had forgotten about staying nude for the
rest of the evening and reached for his shirt.

"No you don't!" James reminded him, snatching it away. "You can stay
bare-bum until I tell you otherwise. That will help you remember to do as
you're told." Philip dropped his eyes, but continued out to the dining
table, his stiff penis leading the way.

Dinner was surreal for Philip, eating naked in front of his mother. At
least the table covered his junk, he thought, relieved. But after supper,
when his mother asked him to clear the table and start washing the dishes,
his cock, which had begun to subside, stood straight up again. Philip's
bottom still tingled warmly after his two spankings, so he complied without
argument. "I'll help you, Phil," James offered, and the two boys set about
the domestic chore. "I'll clear the table while you wash up, then I'll dry,
okay?" James added.

Philip readily agreed to this plan, as it meant that he could hide his
aroused front against the sink cupboard while he washed the dishes. He did
not count on the desires of his cousin, though. As soon as Philip
positioned himself for dishwashing, James made sure that he brushed up
behind him, his boxer-clad erection grazing Philip's naked bottom as he
tried to concentrate on plate-cleaning.

"Oh!" Philip gasped as James leaned in to his back, pushing his own
thinly-covered penis into the crack of Philip's bare bottom.

"What's the matter, Philip?" James breathed in his cousin's ear as he slid
his hand around the boy's thigh and grasped the little erection which was
pushing against the sink cupboard. "Water too hot for you?" James stayed
behind Philip as he washed up, pushing his hips against the younger boy's
bottom, sliding his fingers up and down the boy's stiffie, groping his
balls, and occasionally licking his neck. But Philip persevered, finally
completing all of the washing up without any breakages (for which he was
sure there would be unpleasant consequences).

"Come and sit down with me, Phil, we've got time for a little TV before
bed. Then the real fun will begin", James whispered to the boy. Philip
reluctantly let himself be led back into the living room, where his mother
sat on the single-seater, watching the evening news.

"What's happening in the world, Auntie?" James asked politely, taking
Philip's hand and depositing it inside his boxers.

Mrs Ambrosia smiled with satisfaction as she saw her son do as he was told
without argument. It was important for a boy to learn to look afer his
penis, after all, and she was so glad that James was taking the trouble to
show Philip how to do it properly, by using his own penis as an example.

"Oh, the usual, dear. Some foreign politician is threatening some mischief
or other. Unrest in Africa and the Middle East. Some idiot going crazy with
a gun in some school. And some dizzy Hollywood starlet is marrying a guy
sixty years older than herself! Isn't that sweet?", Mrs Ambrosia answered,
trying not to stare at what James was doing with her son's penis. Some
things were private, after all.

"Why don't you two boys head off to bed - I'm sure you don't want to sit
around with fuddy-duddy old me for company" she offered. James took her up
on it right away.

"Thanks, auntie, I think we will. And don't be too worried if you hear me
giving Philip a spanking during the night - if he misbehaves, or is
disobedient, I won't wait until morning, I'll give it to him straight away"
the teen replied.

James took Philip's hand to pull him up off the sofa, then stopped as
Philip began to head towards his bedroom. "Aren't you forgetting something,
Philip?" James asked politely. Philip's wide-eyed look of confusion told
him that he had no idea what James was talking about.

James nodded in his aunt's direction. "Have you forgotten to give a
good-night kiss to your mother?" The lightbulb of understanding went off in
Philip's brain as he turned back to his mom and bent at the waist to give
her a peck on the cheek. As he did so, James ran a finger all the way along
the younger boy's bottom crack, startling him. Philip gave a yelp just as
he was kissing his mom, giving James another opportunity.

"Philip, that's no way to behave when you are kissing your mother
goodnight! I think your manners might need some improvement. We'll discuss
this upstairs!" James dragged the boy away, and Philip let himself be led,
too confused to protest.

James closed the bedroom door behind him with his spare hand, and twirled
Philip around to grab hold of him in a tight clinch. He began kissing
Philip fully on the mouth, wishing he had taken his boxers off
first. Philip, for his part, was not totally enthusiastic about all of the
kissing and dick-grabbing, and began to say so.

"Er, James, I don't- I mean, I'm not-" he tried to say, between kisses.

James paused his oral passion for a moment. His lips had stopped, but his
hands still held Phil's bare bottom, lightly caressing it, mindful of the
stinging sensations the boy must still have. "Phil, I hope you understand
your situation here," James murmured. "Your mother wants you to learn all
about sex, and she appointed me to be your teacher. Your lessons already
started, out on the couch and at the sink, but they are going to continue
in earnest right now, on your bed. And to make sure the lesson sinks in, it
will be repeated tomorrow, and the next day, and for as long as I think
necessary. Now, go lie on your bed while I get these boxers off."

Phil was speechless. How could his mother let this happen to him? Stunned,
he staggered to his bed and drew back the covers. Still naked, he climbed
in, torn between hiding under the sheets and watching his cousin
undress. James turned towards the bed so as to give his cousin a full view
of what was in store for him as he slipped the boxers down his thighs, to
reveal the thick penis that Phil had felt on the couch and in the shower
earlier. Now naked and erect, James swaggered over to Phil's bed, his
hardening dick swaying from side to side, and drew back the sheet that Phil
had covered himself with.

Philip clutched the sheet feebly, then let it go after a stern look from
James. "Good boy!" James murmured, sensing that Philip was finally
conceding defeat in their battle of wills. James pulled the sheet downwards
until Philip's whole body was revealed, his smooth flesh twitching with
trepidation, his eyes darting between James' face and his cock, his own
penis still standing at a rigid three inches. A couple of short, scraggly
hairs, no more than five, adorned the base of Philip's little rocket, and
his bald, wrinkly scrotum hung down between his inner thighs, holding two
grape-sized balls.

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, Phil," James remarked, licking his lips
as he settled down alongside his cousin in the narrow bed. "Remember when
we were kissing before? I think you need more practice." With that, James
closed his mouth on his cousin's lips and began frenching him, while his
free hand crept around to Philip's bottom and began stroking and caressing,
the fingertips occasionally straying into Philip's warm furrow.

"Mmm, pretty good, Phil, all you need is practice. But we're going to get
plenty of that," James remarked as he broke off their kiss. He reached down
between their bodies to grip his cousin's penis, which he noticed was still
hard. "My, but you're a randy boy tonight, Phil - your cock just doesn't
want to go soft, does it?"

"It just...er..I don't..." Phil stammered, but lost the power of speech
when James' experienced fingers began gliding up and down the slender
stalk. "Ohhh," was all the younger boy could manage.

"Feel how your cock is responding to my touch, Phil?" James murmured as he
continued stroking the boy's erection. "Feel how your knobhead is tingling?
Feel how your hips want to push forward? "

"Uhhh...I...uhhh" was all Philip could manage. James felt along the length
of Philip's arm in the darkness with his other hand and took his cousin's
hand.

"Now I want you to do the same to mine - like you did on the couch earlier,
only this time, we've got all night if we need it. Make my cock feel as
good as your does," he explained.

Philip wanted to protest, but knew with certainty what would follow if he
did - another spanking, and he'd have to wank James off afterwards
anyway. He took his cousin's engorged tool in his fingers, not sure how
quickly to proceed. This wasn't simply boyish fooling around on the couch,
after all - this was in a bed, and beds were for sex. His cousin was
inititating him in the things boys did with each other in bed, sex things,
Philip understood. He started to stroke James' cock, slowly, with finger
and thumb, imitating his cousin's speed.

"Aaahh, yes, Phil, I knew you'd be a fast learner," James commented before
locking lips with the boy again. More swapping of spit ensued, with James
managing to insinuate his tongue deep into Philip's mouth.

After a few minutes of passionate kisses, James broke the contact. "Philip,
make sure you tell me when you're getting close, okay?" the older boy
murmured as he kissed and licked his cousin's throat.

"Close?" Philip replied in confusion.

"Close to cumming, you know, squirting your semen," James breathed heavily,
getting close himself.

"I don't...I mean, I've never..." Philip's voice trailled off. Now it
became clear to James. This was the real reason his aunt wanted him to have
a discussion with Philip. Not merely a generalised discussion about genital
hygeine and body odour and sexually transmitted diseases; Auntie Jean must
want the nuts and bolts of male sexual function fully and completely
investigated with her son, lest his first ejaculation arrive
unheralded. James was delighted.

"You've never wet your pyjamas in the night, eh, Phil? Well, that's no
problem, now that I'm here. Scrunch down in the bed, and rest your head on
my tummy, so you can see what happens. I'll turn the bedside light on for
you. Keep rubbing my cock, that's a good boy." Philip followed his mentor's
instructions, staring at the eye of James' red knobhead as he persevered
with his stroking action. James sighed as he tousled the boy's hair,
caressing his ears and stroking his neck and shoulders as the boy continued
wanking him.

"Now, ahhh, watch closely, Phil, because I'm about to, uhhh, come, yesss,
urghh, uhhh" James moaned as he spurted half a dozen diminishing jets of
semen onto Philip's face. The boy would have jerked his head away, had
James not been holding it in position. Droplets of James' cum sprinkled all
over Philip's face, some running down his cheek, others making their way
onto his lips. One spurt found the opening of the boy's nostrils, letting
him get a strong whiff of the bleachy odour of his cousin's jizz. James
drew his cousin back up the bed, his face still splattered with semen.

"Come up here, Phil, so we can discuss what just happened. That was an
ejaculation,or a cum. When you gave me that nice orgasm by wanking my cock,
the semen that my balls made, and which was waiting in my prostate, shot
out of my dick onto your pretty face. Here, lick it all up" James scooped
up some of the droplets and fed them onto Philip's rosy lips. The boy
shuddered at first, knowing where the pearlescent liquid came from, but not
desiring another spanking, licked his lips off, then allowed James to feed
him the rest of the drops.

"Look down, Phil - see the end of my knob? There's another drop forming
there. Be a good boy and lick it off for me." Philip had for a brief moment
thought that the worst was over, but he was mistaken. Having tasted his
cousin's juice from his fingers, he now had to take it fom the source, the
big cock that had just squirted all over his face. Philip gave a little
sigh, then licked up the droplet. "Squeeze my cock and get all those drops
out, Philip - I want you to do a thorough job if it." The boy complied,
wondering when this nightmare would end.

"Come back up here now, Philip, so we can talk some more." James drew his
cousin back up alongside himself, wrapping his arms around the boy's
shoulders. "That was a really nice orgasm you gave me, Philip, thank you."

"Er..." was all Philip could manage, embarrassed at what he had just done.

James frowned. The bedside light was still on, so Philip could see the
displeasure in his cousin's face, a displeasure he had learned to
fear. "When I give you a compliment, Philip, I expect a reply. So say
'thank you James'."

"Uh, thank...thank you, James" the boy whispered.

"Is that all you have to say, Philip? I was thinking more along the lines
of 'thank you James for letting me wank you off, and spurting your semen on
my face and letting me eat it all up'. That's more what I had in mind. So
just try a little harder, can you?"

Philip blushed. "Thank- thank you, James, for, er, letting me wank you off,
and for, er...," he faltered.

James was determined to ram this lesson home, so he persevered. "I know
you're an intelligent boy, Philip, so I want you to try very hard to
remember what you have to say. Try it again for me. I'll just play with
your little penis to help you concentrate," the teen added, fondling
Philip's stiff rod.

The fondling didn't help Philip's power of speech, not surprisingly. "Er,
thank you, uh, James, for letting me wank you and for shooting your, um,
stuff on my face, and letting me, ugh, eat it," Philip managed to finish
his sentence while James picked up the pace on his erection.

"And?" James added, his hand now moving at a fast pace on Philip's rod.

"And...er...ohh! Uuuuhh..uuhh!" Philip's hips jerked upwards as his whole
body shuddered through a dry orgasm. James didn't waste any time,
smothering the younger boy's lips with his own, kissing him deeply as his
twitches and jerks slowed down.

"Ooh, that was a nice one, Philip! You had a big cum, didn't you! I could
feel it through your little stiffie, and your whole body shook. You liked
that, didn't you?" James murmured, and Philip could only shyly agree. He
had never done that with another boy until tonight, and he wasn't quite
sure what he should be feeling, but it did feel as though something
momentous happened, unlike when he did it by himself, which had been no
more than three or four occasions previously.

"Now, if I wake up at any time in the night, I want to find your hand on my
cock, Philip, so just get confortable. I'll wank you off a couple more
times in the night, and if you wake up before it's time for us to get out
of bed, you can do the same for me. You've got school tomorrow, so don't
lie awake for hours, just relax and let yourself doze off. Mmm, that's
nice, just rub it slowly, that's the boy"

The two lads lay closely together, James murmuring words of endearment to
his young cousin as Philip nodded off, one hand enclosing the teen's
cock. When Philip awoke, sunlight was streaming into the room, and he was
alone in the bed, as naked as when he entered it, no sheet over him, his
penis erect as it frequently was. For a moment, he inagined that the events
of the previous evening were only an elaborate and horrible nightmare, but
a now-familiar voice brought him instantly back to reality.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead?" James enquired gently. "I guess you were all
tired out from those orgasms I gave you in the night. You were like a sex
maniac, Philip!" James chided the naked boy on the bed.

"I...er...what?" Philip stammered as he blinked his eyes against the bright
morning glare.

James knelt on the bed beside his cousin and fondled his little erection as
the boy shook off his slumber. "Oh, yes, you were insatiable, Phil, you
couldn't get enough of my cock! I guess all of those inhibitions you have
when you are awake, all that silly shyness, all melted away as you
slept. It's like that with some boys. When you dropped off to sleep while I
was wanking you, I kept going, kept rubbing your hard little cock, and when
you came, your whole body shook like you were a one-boy earthquake! That
was when you attacked my cock!"

Philip looked aghast. "I..er...I did?" Philip asked, looking down at his
cousin's uncovered loins to see if he caused any damage. "I don't...er..."

James smiled. "You don't remember? You really don't? Well, as soon as you
finished your cum, you dived onto my cock face first and practically
swallowed it whole! Your sucking technique needs a bit of polishing up, by
the way, but we'll have time for that this afternoon when you get home from
school. Obviously, you didn't want to spill my jizz all over my tummy and
then lick it up, you wanted to get it straight from the source. And you
did! Twice!"

Philip blanched. He felt a little ill. His tummy rolled over at the thought
of all that teenage semen inside his guts. He had no memory of sucking his
cousin's penis at all, and certainly no recollection of swallowing that
stuff again. Maybe James was right; maybe his true nature came out when he
was asleep?

"You did pretty good for an inexperienced boy your age, but as I say, you
still need some expert coaching. You swallowed my dick right down to the
root almost, and squeezed my balls, like you were trying to get as much of
my juice out as you could. And your tongue! You got it all the way inside
my foreskin! That always drives me wild, but you seemed to know that by
instinct! But enough praise for now, I don't want you to get too cocky, heh
heh. You can practice giving a good blowjob on me tonight when you get
home. Up you get now, go wash your face and brush your teeth. Forget your
pyjamas, just go like that," James instructed as Philip scrambled off the
bed. "I'll get some school clothes ready for you," James added, staring
intently at Philip's taut little bottom as it disappeared through the
doorway.

When Philip returned from the bathroom, he found that James had indeed put
school clothes out for him - but not the ones he expected. "These are...my
old stuff! I don't wear short trousers anymore!" the boy exclaimed.

James smiled. "Oh, come now, Philip, there's still plenty of wear left in
these. Come on, take that towel off and I'll help you dress"

Philip looked at the small pair of grey serge short trousers, and the blue
short-sleeved collared shirt, and the red-and-mustard striped tie. "Er...I
don't see any, um, undies, James?" he murmured.

James laughed. "A boy doesn't really need undies until he starts
ejaculating, Philip, everybody knows that. So a boy your age doesn't need
them, they just make you hot and sweaty, and get in the road when you want
to play with your cock under the desk. Here, slip these on," the teen
urged, holding the grey shorts open for his cousin to step into. "Hmm, it's
a nice fit," he added as he pulled the garment up his cousin's shapely
legs, struggling as he did so because there realistically was no way the
boy's curvy buns were going to fit into the same shorts that he wore two
years ago. But James persevered. "Got it!" he finally exclaimed, having
managed to get the clasp closed and the zipper up. Philip had to breathe in
to permit the last part. "Goodness, Phil, these shorts make your stiffie
stand out quite a bit! And your balls, there's one on each side of the
crotch, that looks great! I bet your cock won't go soft all day! Now, let's
get that shirt on you."

By the time Philip had finished his breakfast and collected his schoolbag,
James had fondled him through the tight shorts several times, keeping his
little erection hard. "I'll give you a lift to school, Phil, come on, let's
go," James urged, ushering his cousin out the door. James kept one hand on
the wheel, and the other in Philip's lap, keeping the boy's woodie stiff.

When he returned to his aunt's house, she had already risen from bed and
gone to work. "Perfect," James thought, as he settled on the couch in front
of the TV with a big bag of pork rinds. Several cable movies and packets of
deep fried snacks of both animal and vegetable origin later, he heard
girlish unbroken voices in the front yard. James dashed to the window,
where he saw his cousin walking up the path with another boy. "Good for
you!" he thought. "You've brought a little friend home. Time for me to make
myself scarce."

Philip unlocked his front door and poked his head inside, peering around
cautiously while his friend waited behind. "It's okay, the coast is clear,"
he whispered. He figured James must not be there, forgetting that James
parked his car in the garage out of view. Philip felt a huge relief, tinged
with a little disappointment. "Let's go up to my room!" he said to the
friend. The two boys ran across the living room and up the stairs, to
Philip's bedroom, giggling as they went. From his vantage point inside
Philip's ensuite, James could see everything that took place on Philip's
bed, where the two boys were now kneeling.

"You wanna do it again, Simon?" Philip asked the other boy.

"I guess," was the other's timid reply. His voice may have been shy, but
his fingers certainly weren't. Philip's zipper tab descended, allowing his
hard little poker to spring out. Simon giggled, then unzipped his own
shorts, producing a similar result. Steadying each other with a hand on the
other's opposite shoulder, the two boys guided the tips of their boners
together. Simon pulled his foreskin back, just as Philip retracted his,
then let it slide over his friend's cock-knob.

"Feels nice," Simon murmured as he docked with Philip's cocklet.

"Yeah," Philip replied. "Now let me do yours," he urged, sliding his own
foreskin over Simon's bullet-like knobhead. James, from his place of
concealment, contemplated the ideal moment to leap out and bust the two
little lovebirds. He was itching to do it straight away, from the moment he
saw the two boys touch their boners together, but decided to hold off in
case their play took them any further. His patience was rewarded as Simon
sighed with pleasure, then suggested that they 'do the other thing again'.

"Okay!" Philip instantly agreed, and the two lads let go of their penises
and began stripping off their clothes. Within seconds, shirts, shorts,
singlets and socks flew off the bed as the boys tore at their garments in
their eagerness to get naked. James, still concealed, smiled his approval
of Philip's good taste in selecting such a delectable morsel of boyflesh in
Simon. The younger boy was lifted straight out of a Caravaggio painting,
all he needed was a little pair of wings to complete his cherubic good
looks. He was clearly still a boy, not yet adolescent like Philip.

James wondered what the two little minxes would try next, but his curiosity
was soon sated as the boys, still giggling, lay down on their sides facing
each other's groins and began licking each other's stiffies. Between licks,
they whispered out their appreciation of each other's efforts. "That feels
nice", Philip said softly, to be answered by an appreciative "Mmmm" from
Simon.

The two twelve-year-olds were so engrossed in their oral pleasuring that
they had not realised James had entered the room until he spoke. "Well,
well, well! And what have we here? Two little queers, it looks like. Oh no
you don't!" he added, as a terrified Simon tried to make a break for the
door, covering his crotch with his trembling hands. James caught him around
the waist and deposited him back on the bed next to Philip, who had been
seen naked by James quite a few times already over the last 24 hours, so he
was not bothered by his nudity.

Simon began to sob out an apology, not realising that James was only
pretending to be the stern authoritarian. "I'm...I'm suh-suh-sorry," he
whimpered. "I didn't mean to do it again, please don't tell my father,
please!" the little fellow begged.

The boy's pleas gave James an idea. "What did your father say he would do
if he caught you again?" he asked, his voice full of false menace. He
correctly guessed that the lad had been given some kind of ultimatum or
threat by his parent, and he was determined to capitalise on it. He sat on
the side of the bed and draped an arm around the shoulder of the naked boy,
who was still sobbing. Philip, unsure of what to do, just sat there on the
bed.

"He...he said he would take Bullet off me and have him...have
him...put...d- d-" was all the boy managed to get out before starting
another round of weeping. James thought at first that the boy said his
father would take his bullets off him, and wondered why one so young would
need ammunition. He raised an eyebrow at Philip, who explained that Bullet
was Simon's beloved bulldog.

"Well, now, I can't allow your daddy to do such an awful thing as that,
now, can I? I'm sure we can work something out, Simon. It is Simon, isn't
it? Just tell me, who else aside from Phil here have you been playing these
games with? Some boys at school, I bet?" James cajoled, still hugging the
naked boy to him with one strong arm.

"Only...only with Patrick...and Stephen..." Simon moaned, softly but
insistently pushing his heaving chest against James' side, snuggling in to
the teen's body for protection.

James played a hunch. "Only those two boys, huh? Are you sure?"

Simon whimpered again. "And...and, uh, Uncle Peter, and, um, Coach
Falberg..." the whimpering boy catalogued. "That's all, honest," he added.

"Honest?" James enquired.

"...and that man in the park..." Simon muttered. "But he only did it to me
that one time!"

"Good boy! It feels better to get it off your chest, doesn't it?" James
consoled the boy, while caressing that same naked chest to which he
referred. "Now, Simon, since you've confided your big secret to me, I'm
going to tell you a secret in return. You know what you were doing with
Phil here just now, licking his penis?" The boy nodded, wide eyed. "Well,
Phil is hoping that you'll keep going, and that you'll suck his stiffie all
the way into your pretty mouth. That's what you want to do anyway, isn't
it? Phil really likes it, and I'm sure he'd like you to do it to him. Isn't
that right, Phil?" James and Simon both turned their heads to look at
Philip, who was now reclining on his back with his head on the
pillow. Philip's cock, which had drooped a little, answered for him by
pumping back into full stiffness on hearing it was going to be receiving
some attention shortly. "See? He's looking forward to it! Now crawl up
there in between his legs and give him a nice suck. On your knees and lift
your bottom up, that's a good boy," James instructed.

James had considered lengthening his interrogation of Simon by including
questions about what precicely he had done with his uncle and the coach,
but he wanted to include Philip in the action without any further
delay. Besides, once he got a look at Simon's anus, he figured he would be
able to tell exactly what the little imp had been up to with his adult
friends, including the man in the park. He pulled his shirt over his head
and threw it aside, then squirmed out of his jeans. He kept one hand on
Simon's rump, stroking it as he undressed one-handed. By the time he was
naked, it was Philip's turn to moan, and not from shame, either. Simon's
head was bobbing up and down in Philip's lap, making him groan with lustful
delight.

James positioned himself behind Simon, placing his hands on the boy's
beautifully smooth pale bottom, one hand on each cheek. Carefully, he
widened the boy's crack to reveal his asshole. The boy's tight smooth
nutsack bulged below his hole, with a pinkish line dividing his ballbag and
running right up to the hole. As James expected, Simon's anus showed the
unmistakeable signs of having been invaded previously, with fading
yellowish bruises all around the edges. He traced his finger along the fine
pink line up to the boy's anus, making the little star-like portal blossom
open, another telltale sign.

The teen had been undecided about whether to take Philip's anal virginity
when he returned home from school that afternoon, or just give him some
blowjob practice, but events had overtaken those plans, and James decided
this was a better option - to rape Simon even while the boy was blowing
Philip! That would make Philip complicit in the act, and thus more amenable
for future activities, James figured. He put a finger in his mouth to
moisten it, then ran the tip around Simon's pucker. The boy's bottom
flinched, then settled as James began to push his finger through the moist
opening.

"Mmmm," James heard Simon moan as he worked his index finger into Simon's
asshole next to his middle finger, and began pushing them in and out
tgogether. With his free hand he reached around Simon's waist and groped
for the boy's penis. James sighed as he found the boy's little erection,
and began to stroke it in time with his other fingers, which were now
entering Simon's bottom up to the last knuckle.

"Watch this, Phil," James ordered his cousin as he withdrew his two large
fingers and grasped his dick, rubbing the point of his knob around Simon's
pink orifice. Philip's eyes widened as he watched his cousin push his big
dick into his friend's bottom hole. He was amazed that anybody would want
to do that, or worse, that anybody would want it done to themselves.

Simon lifted his mouth off Philip's dick to give a low moan of pleasure as
James bottomed out in the boy's ass. "Yeah, Simon, you love this," James
praised the boy as he worked his cock in and out a few times. "Philip, get
back here and try this! Simon, stay there" James ordered as he withdrew
from the younger lad's bottom. Unsure whether he had the option to refuse
(in case that resulted in a spanking) Philip clambered down the bed. His
little erection was freshly lubricated with Simon's spit, so when James
positioned his cousin behind Simon's upraised bum, he felt the urge to try
out what he just saw James doing.

"Good boy, line it up and push, that's the way!" James urged, holding
Philip's bottom with one hand to gently push the boy's hips forward as soon
as his cocktip finds its mark. The target had been enlarged by James only
moments before (and no doubt by Uncle Peter, the coach and the man in the
park in recent days or weeks) so Philip had no difficulty in lodging his
tool in Simon's warm rectum.

"Oooh!" the twelve-year-old moaned as his stiffie sank into his friend's
hot tunnel.

James grinned as he watched his protege start his first fuck. His hand,
which had been holding Philip's bottom for guidance and balance, now
dropped lower and slid between Philip's thighs to grab his scrotum
carefully. He rolled his cousin's balls around as Philip began moving his
hips. "That's a good lad, pump that cock into Simon's ass. Pretty soon
these balls will be making lots of sperms, probably within six months or so
I reckon. Your mother called me over just in time, I think. And you picked
a good friend here, in Simon, to let you fuck his pretty ass. Soon you'll
be able to give him lots of nice sperm. I think I'll give him some now,
he's earned it," James added as he left Philip to continue fucking the
smaller boy and crawled up to the head of the bed to insert his cock in
Simon's mouth.

"Mmmm, good boy, you love this," James murmured as he pulled Simon's
willing face down to his cock. At the other end, his cousin was pushing his
hips forward faster and faster, humping his friend's bum, his cock eager to
feel the friction of anal intercourse.

"Ohhh," Philip sighed, as he reached his orgasm. He started to pull out of
Simon's bottom, but James, still with Simon's head moving up and down in
his lap, told him to leave it in there until it went soft.

"Let his ass squeeze it out when it's ready, Phil. That's how you know he's
satisfied, and had enough. If he doesn't push you out, and you get hard
again, that means he wants another fuck from you. Hold on to his hips,"
James advised. The boy did so, appreciating his older cousin's advice,
which all seemed so...grown up, so mature. That's what he wanted to be. For
the first time since his mother told him James was going to stay with them
for a week, Philip began to relish the opportunity he was being given, to
learn from an older male. He'd heard the other boys in his class talk about
sex (mostly from their imaginations) and he had wondered what all the fuss
was about. Now he knew.

James was groaning as he pumped his semen into Simon's busy little
mouth. The taste of the oder teen's juice acted like a tonic to the young
boy, who, as James predicted, now began to wiggle his bottom to inspire
Philip back into action. Philip didn't need a second invitation, but he was
ready for a second course. He had remained hard, so he began to pump
again. James extricated himself from Simon's mouth and returned to the foot
of the bed, where he resumed his fondling of Philip's bottom and balls.

"See if he likes it on his back, Phil," he whisperd in his cousin's
ear. "Pull out for a moment and turn him over. Then pick his ankles up and
lift them onto your shoulders." Philip, now fully into the action of sex,
eagerly complied. Simon moaned with lust as he felt his body being rolled
onto its back, allowing his legs to be hoisted upwards. "Yeah, he likes it,
Phil, now put your cock back in, rub it around first, that's the boy. Play
with his little stiffie while you fuck him, Phil," James urged, and Philip
did so, with gusto, his own balls still being rolled around by Simon's
hand.

The trio fucked and sucked in several positions (inspired by James) for a
further half hour, until satiety and exhaustion called a halt to the
afternoon's fun. James extracted the full names and mobile numbers of
Simon's two little playmates Stephen and Patrick (one of whom turned out to
be in the same class at school as Simon and Philip, the other in the grade
below). James gave Simon a final kiss on the mouth as the boy dressed, and
whispered (out of Philip's earshot) that they might meet again another day
in private. Simon smiled as he pulled his short trousers up and zipped
them.

The two cousins lay back on Philip's bed, naked, tired but happy. They
dozed for a short time, then woke as they heard Philip's mother's car turn
in to the driveway. The boys rose and threw on some clothes before
stampeding downstairs to greet her. Charmed, as usual, by her nephew, she
launched into an expansive summary of her day, as the two boys unpacked the
groceries she brought home with her.

After dinner, James again suggested that he and Philip would be having an
early night. Philip's mother smiled at the two boys, and blushed as she saw
James retrieve a jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet over the
fridge. "Friction rash," James mouthed to his aunt, making her nod sagely.

Upstairs, James helped Philip undress, making sure the boy was watching
when he placed the Vaseline on the bedside chest of drawers. "Er...what's
that...uh...are we..." The boy seemed unable to form a coherent sentence,
but James was rather confident that Phiip knew what was just around the
corner.

"This is the last night of your training, Phil, you beautiful hunk of
boyhood," James murmured to his cousin as the two boys climbed naked onto
the bed. "And we both know what the only thing left to learn is, don't we?"

Philip lay alongside his cousin, naked and half-erect. He watched as James
unscrewed the cap of the Vaseline jar and dug two fingers inside. Still
mesmerised, he watched his cousin pull his bony knee upwards, exposing his
asshole. Even though the two males had spent an hour having sex with Simon
earlier that afternoon, they had quickly recuperated, and were now ready
for more. Or at least James was. Philip was, as usual, unsure. He became
even less sure when his cousin's greasy fingers started smearing the gunk
from the jar all around his butthole.

"This will make it smoother for both of us, Phil. You'll love it. The best
way to understand sex is to do it, and to have it done to you. So you'll
understand it from both angles, ha ha. So just relax while I get these
fingers inside your bum, there, that's the way. Stop squirming. I'm not in
the mood to spank you tonight, so don't force me to. Grab your knee and
pull it to your chest," James instructed, and Philip complied. He admitted
to himself that he was curious about several things - what did it feel like
to Simon? ...and...why did it feel so good?...and ...did other boys do
this? ...but mostly...

"Aaaahh!" Philip yelled.

"Relax, Phil, and it'll go in easier," James muttered.

"Oooohh!" Philip called out, not quite so loudly.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it? I'm half way in. Take a deep breath!"

"Uuurgh!" Philip moaned as his bum filled up with James' tool. Without any
further warning, James started pumping. This was the part Philip remembered
from this afternoon, the pumping in and out, the friction, rubbing back and
forth... wait a minute! Philip remembered something! Something that had
happened only a few hours before, to be sure, but still, it was an
achievement.

James began to hit his stride, and was giving Philip all seven inches of
his nineteen-year old stabber. But the position he started in was starting
to get uncomfortable. He pulled Philip up onto his hands and knees and
continued his fuck doggy style. Philip's eyes shot open as he felt his
cousin get an extra half inch in this new position that... the cube root of
512 is eight...Now where did that come from, Philip wondered. We learned
that last week. But I just remebered it now.

Hey! I remembered another thing! Philip's mind was exploding with memories,
much like his ass was burning with sensations! Tirana is the capital of
Albania...mmm...This is feeling good! A molecule of oxygen has two atoms,
unless it is ozone, which has three! Ohhh! James turned Philip's skinny
body over and wrapped his thin legs around his muscular waist, then
continued his invasion of his cousin's asshole.

Memories came flooding back to Philip's brain. 'Oliver Twist' was written
by Charles Dickens...a sonnet has fourteen lines...pressing 'x' twice on a
calculator makes it repeat...wood must be sanded with the grain, not
against it...James pulled Philip up so that he was now sitting on his
cousin's hard dick. He revelled in his memories, even as he rocked back and
forth on the older boy's stiffie. Mmmm...sex was good, and it helped him
remember, so it was doubly good. He decided that he must thank his mom in
the morning for inviting James to stay over. If he remembered.

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