Date: Thu, 5 May 2011 15:58:02 +0200
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning chapter 16 mbb

			   JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011

Chapter 16

At school today, I ran into Chris during afternoon break and he asked if I
want to go to his house on Saturday and spend the night. I said yes almost
before he'd finished the question, giving away the fact that I wanted to be
with him. We arranged a time and, as he left, I turned and silently
mouthed. 'Yesss!' His parents going away for the weekend was the reason he
asked me and his long foreskin was the reason I wanted to go. That gorgeous
foreskin is 2 inches long when his cock is flaccid and, at 16 years old, it
means that he's got a much bigger cock than I have. I love him in my own
schoolboy way, although I suspect that the sex he has with me is really the
reason I'm so infatuated with him.

When I arrive at the address he gave me, I find it's a house in its own
grounds, surrounded by massive gardens. I dismount my bike and ring the
bell and it's answered by Chris, looking very sexy in his white shorts. He
invites me in and we go through to the kitchen where he fixes us both up
with a Coke. I watch him as he moves, admiring his well-muscled legs and
watching his crotch whenever I get the chance. My own little 14-year-old
dick is stirring as I watch him and it hasn't gone unnoticed that my shorts
are tenting a bit.

"You're sleeping in my bed if that's OK," he says and I silently
cheer. "Bring your stuff upstairs and I'll show you where it is." We trek
up the stairs and I'm watching his bum with the occasional look at the size
of the house. Wow! It's like mansion. I chuck my stuff next to the wardrobe
he points out and he leads me back downstairs to the kitchen.

We chat about this and that, other pupils, teachers, the latest computer
games and he asks what I'd like to do. I shrug and say, "Anything really,"
and he says maybe we can play the last two computer games he got later. I
say, "Yes, OK," and we decide to return to the kitchen.

After a bit more chat, he blushes a bit, obviously nervous about asking me
something.

"I've hidden some porn in the summerhouse. Do you fancy a look?" he asks
and I nod straight away. "Come on then," he says, "bring your Coke."

He leads the way into the back garden and it's enormous. We turn a kind of
dog-leg around some bushes and this big greenhouse appears. It's a giant
garden shed with lots of windows and, to be honest, I've never seen
anything like it. Several easy chairs and a couple of settees are scattered
about, all with lots of cushions. When we go in, he says to sit down and I
pick a settee while he searches for the porn.

Under a small table, there's a loose floorboard which comes up when he puts
the blade of his pen-knife into the crack between that and the next one. He
brings out a couple of magazines and a lot of loose pictures, sitting down
next to me before sorting them out. I notice as he lays the magazines to
one side that the cover of one shows a man and a boy aged about 11 enjoying
themselves, the young boy's dick inserted into the man's mouth. Wow! I
didn't know boys started that early.

Chris sorts the pics into order and gives them to me, saying, "Take a look
at these."

When I look at the first picture, it's a photo, in fact they're all
photos. A little boy wears almost transparent pink little girls' knickers
and the next photo shows a close-up of his little stiff dick encased in the
flimsy nylon. His hands are placed near his groin, on either side of his
obviously bare pubic bone, as if to draw attention to the dick which stands
at attention inside. In the next photo, a larger hand squeezes the little
penis, the boy's own hands covering the hands of whoever is molesting him
but not pulling the hands away.

I'm getting a bit aroused by this and I'm sure Chris is noticing it. "What
do you think of my little brother?" he asks and I look up, not sure I've
heard him properly. "Doesn't he look sexy?"

I'm remembering now that both my dad and Uncle Fred have enjoyed making me
wear knickers when they've had sex with me, and then I remember that the
first time Chris fucked me in the woods with Uncle Fred, I was wearing
knickers then. What is it with men wanting boys to wear knickers while they
have sex with them? They feel sexy when you're wearing them certainly and
no doubt it gets men off harder and faster if they can act out the fantasy.

"Yes," I say, "he looks very sexy," and I study the photo more
closely. "His little balls look lovely in pink," I add and Chris laughs
somewhat nervously.

The next photo shows the little boy's bottom and I have to admit that he
certainly does look good in those tight knickers. My dick's stirring and I
wriggle a bit, trying to make it lie down or at least become more
comfortable in my shorts. Chris has seen me do this and he smiles, knowing
what's happening. When I glance surreptitiously at his crotch, I can't help
but notice the tent in them. He's turned on too, in a big way.

When I can tear my eyes away, I look at the next photo and it shows his
crotch again, knickers pulled down and tucked under the grape-sized
balls. I'm getting aroused now and it doesn't help when Chris puts his
fingers against my crotch, feeling my shaft.

"You're hard," he murmurs, stating the blindingly obvious, and he leans
towards me, kissing my neck. "I remember you in knickers too when I first
met you, and you were sexy too."

I turn my head towards him and kiss his lips. He's lit my blue touch-paper
and I'm set to go off in the near future. He thrusts his tongue into my
mouth and his arms go around my neck, and I'm responding, my arms going
around his waist. Then we grope each other, hands now busy tracing the
outlines of each other's dick in our shorts. He stands, pulling down his
shorts until his cock is uncovered, standing proud, long and thick. It's
throbbing to his heartbeat and I'm watching it, like a snake before a snake
charmer.

He quickly spreads the four photos on the settee next to me and he pulls me
to my feet, pulling my shorts down too and touching my erection with his
long fingers. I respond to his touch, eyes closing as he feels my shaft and
the knob which has become wet with pre-cum.

He puts one hand on my shoulder and I sink to my knees, knowing how he
wants me to please him. His cock is erect, a full six inches of hard steel,
and my fist pulls back the long foreskin. My lips open so that I can touch
the tip of my tongue to his knob, trying to force it into his pee-slit and
licking up his salty pre-cum. I open my mouth wide and take his whole knob
in, licking the underside but concentrating on touching his frenulum, that
most sensitive spot.

I suck his cock for only moments before he stops me and faces me towards
the settee where the photos are laid out on display. He puts his hand on
the back of my neck and gently guides me so that I'm bending over and my
hands support me on the seat of the settee while I'm facing the photos. He
drops to his knees behind me and his tongue touches my bum-hole, and I open
my legs wider to help him. His tongue is talented and he's giving me the
most wonderful feelings as he slides it inside me. He's fucking my bum with
his tongue, forcing it in and out, and the fireworks are going off in my
head.

The photos before me increase my arousal as Chris tongue-fucks me and I
imagine the little boy's dick thrusting in and out of my mouth while I'm
stroking his pink knickers with my fingers, feeling the smooth nylon. The
little boy's balls would be small in my mouth and maybe I could fit both of
them in, licking and sucking them as his big brother fucks my bum. God, I'm
thinking of sex with a little boy now. What's wrong with me?

Chris stands and I brace myself, waiting for the attractive 16-year-old to
penetrate me, waiting for the cock that will breed me. I feel his knob at
my pucker, wet with my saliva, and he pushes into me. I gasp at the
intrusion but he holds my hips tight, making sure I don't escape. I've
remembered to push out my sphincter and suddenly the big knob is in me. It
feels so big as it forces my anus open and he pauses, waiting for my rectum
to get used to the invader. Then he pushes again and he's in me, all the
way into me until I can feel his pubic hair tickling my buttocks.

I'm full inside; there's no room left. My rectum is forced wider by his big
cock and I can feel his heartbeat through his prick trapped inside me. I'm
still looking at the photos, imagining his little brother's tiny bum with
Chris's cock forced up into it and the thought is exciting me to the point
where I'm making extra saliva. A big cock up that little bum, yes, yes, oh
yes, what a sight.

Chris begins to fuck me slowly, bending over my back so I can feel his
chest and he plays with my nipples, stroking them, pinching them. He's
moving gently back and forth, and the feeling of discomfort I have is being
replaced by the pleasant feelings I've learned to enjoy. He fucks me
steadily and I'm looking at the photos, seeing myself licking his little
dick, licking his tiny rosebud, pulling his knickers down so that I can
lick his balls.

Then Chris is whispering in my ear, "You like his knickers, don't you,
John? You'd like to suck him off, wouldn't you? Suck his balls?" and I
nod. "Would you lick his bum-hole, John? Would you kiss his little dick?"
I'm getting very worked up by his sex talk and I can't think straight.

I'm being fucked vigorously now, long strokes, short strokes, and he's
banging me hard. "Do you want to watch while I fuck him? Like to watch
little boys, do you?" I'm looking at the photos, imagining all the things
Chris is saying and I'm rock hard.

"You're a pervert, arent you, John?" he pants into my ear and I nod. "Say
it!" he commands and I cry out what he wants to hear.

"Yes, Chris, I want to do your brother. I want to fuck him too. I'm a
pervert!" I shout and Chris speeds up, banging me harder as he approaches
ejaculation. There's nothing loving about what he's doing to me, no
finesse, no caring; he's violently raping me and I'm standing with legs
open wide, encouraging him to do it. I'm panting now and moaning, and Chris
is pinching my nipples harder, hurting me but I'm beyond caring. I want his
spunk. I want him to breed me.

"You dirty pervert!" he shouts, spitting out the words in apparent anger
but he thrusts one last time into me and holds still, and I feel his cock
jerk inside me and the first spurt of his semen shoots into me. He's
cumming and screaming, "Pervert! pervert!" and he's shuddering as my rectum
is being filled with hot seed.

I'm moaning as he's screaming at me and I feel each shot of his hot spunk
as it's pumped into my willing hole. "Fill me," I shout and he hugs me
tighter, his cock pulsing as he fills me. I'm trembling with emotion as his
orgasm peaks and I wait for him to finish using me. I'm looking at the
photos again and imagining the joy that the little boy would get from being
fucked in his tiny bottom. Briefly I think, 'I'd love to suck Chris's spunk
out of his little bum,' and then I realise I'm being the pervert that Chris
accused me of.

He's still now, his shuddering has stopped and he's stopped torturing my
nipples. I stand still so that the last dribbles of his spunk will drain
into me and I wait for him to decide when he'll pull his cock out of my
battered bum-hole. I'm full of his seed and I feel happy when he starts to
kiss the back of my neck. I can't kiss him back because my back is towards
him but I reach behind me with one hand and squeeze his thigh, letting him
know that I love him, that I love him bumming me.

When he finally pulls his cock out of my hole, I turn around and go to my
knees to clean it of his spunk and a few flecks of my shit. I lick it
clean, he joins me on the floor and we cuddle.

I have to ask. "When did your brother start wearing knickers?" and Chris
began to tell me the story.

"Three years ago, when I was 13, I saw some pictures of a man wearing
womens' knickers. It really turned me on and I just couldn't get it out of
my head. I was on the computer day after day, looking for more, and I found
some. My cock was so hard and I'd wank off to them, sometimes three times a
day. I didn't want to wear them myself; I just wanted to wank off to
somebody else. My brother Andrew saw me wanking over them one day and I had
to explain what I was doing. Can you imagine explaining wanking to an
8-year-old?"

I shake my head and he continues.

"He was so curious about wanking and he's such a good brother that he asked
if he could do it for me. I was so touched that he wanted to help me and I
cuddled him. He touched my cock and it felt wonderful. After I made him
promise to keep it secret, I showed him how to do it. His little hand
wanked me as I looked at the pictures and he asked why I needed them. When
I explained that it makes it much more exciting, he sort of
understood. 'But why are those men wearing ladies' knickers?' he asked and
I told him that they found it exciting too. He thought about this while he
wanked me and then he said, 'Can I wear some knickers for you?' and I just
shot my spunk all over his hand. The poor kid didn't know what to do with
my spunk so I licked his hand clean."

"What did he say about that?" I ask, intrigued by the image in my mind.

"When he asked me if it tasted nasty, I said no, that most girls like to do
that for their boyfriends. He looked dubious but he's always trusted me so
I suppose he believed me. I didn't know if it was true but I remembered
stories where women had done this for men and I just wanted to believe
it. Anyway, what he said about wearing girls' knickers for me just made me
horny. What would he look like? Where could we get some? Then it came to
me. Our sister, Julia. She was seven then and Mum had bought her loads of
underwear and I set about figuring how to pinch some so we could dress Andy
in them. It was easy as pie. Just make sure the folks weren't around, go
into her room and pinch a pair from her drawer. She had lots of them and I
went through them, sniffing them and feeling them, rubbing the material
against my face. It was really starting to turn me on."

I enter into the conversation now and explain that my uncle bought girls'
clothes for me and made me wear them. "You remember," I said, "what I was
wearing when you fucked me in the woods, don't you?" and he smiles at the
recollection.

"Oh yes," he says, "you were very sexy and I just had to fuck you."

"And you took my knickers for a souvenir, didn't you?" I say, but he says,
"No, not a souvenir. I wanted Andy to wear them. He's 11 now and I thought
that they might fit him. And they did!"

He continues the story. "I chose a nice frilly pair of knickers for Andy
and when we tried them on his naked little body later that night, they fit
perfectly. I got him to wank me there and then while I played with his
little dick through his knickers. I came all over his hand in no time and
he licked my spunk off his hand for the first time. You've no idea how that
made me feel. I had to thank him so I wanked his little dick until he had a
dry cum. He really liked that and I promised I would do that for him every
time if he wanted."

"And he wanted to every time, right?" I ask, smiling at Chris who smiled
back at me.

"Yes, he wanted it alright. The day after, I sneaked the knickers back into
my sister's room and got another pair. It was all a dream come true. The
thing is that now he likes to wear girls' clothes for himself and not just
for me. He dresses up in a bra and knickers whenever the folks are out and
parades himself in front of me and I can't resist his gorgeous body. He
wanks me off and swallows all my spunk from his hand. He's even sucked my
cock since I taught him 3 months ago. I love him dearly and I actually want
to introduce him to fucking but I'm afraid I'll hurt him bad because my
cock's too big and he's only 11."

"Can I do it for you? My dick's much smaller than yours," I ask timidly,
thinking that he might be angry with me.

"You want to do my little brother while I watch?" he asks and I'm fearful
now.

"Yes, if you want me to," I say softly. "Unless you think I'm a pervert."

He laughs and, with great relief, I laugh with him. "When can I dress you
in knickers and fuck your little bum again?" he asks seriously and I tell
him to get me some and I'll be his little boy. I can see his mind working
on the solution for getting some knickers for me.


At dinner, I meet Andy for the first time. He is the cutest kid and I can't
stop looking at him. He's a smaller skinnier version of Chris, with the
same hair, same lovely eyes, soft lips and a cheeky grin when he speaks to
you. Although he's only 11, he seems quite intelligent and not as childish
as I expect, and those shorts he's wearing don't hide much. I'm trying to
picture his little willy, remembering the photos of him that I found so
stimulating, and then there's his bottom...

Chris, at 16, seems so adult, so responsible, while me at 14, and Andy at
11, seem more like children, well, juveniles. Chris is in charge and Andy
doesn't dispute the fact, and it makes for a very pleasant evening in
prospect. We don't talk of sexual matters but I watch Andy's mouth when he
speaks, imagining his lips trapped in mine while I use my tongue.

We are all 3 eating the pizza that Chris has had delivered, chatting about
things and everybody's being affable. Andy asks politely about details of
my school life and parents and I answer him, asking in turn how he likes
his school and how he's doing there. We decide on TV after dinner and once
the kitchen is cleared, we wander into the big lounge to watch the
big-screen TV.

I seat myself on one end of a a settee and Chris chooses to sit on the
other end of the same settee, with Andy plonking himself down between
us. There's a film showing and although strictly speaking me and Andy
shouldn't be watching it, we soak up all the action, occasionally touching
each other when the scary bits are shown. He eventually stays leaning
against me and I automatically put my arm around his shoulders, hugging him
to me. Chris watches us, approving of what we're doing. I feel comfortable
with Andy and he with me, I think.

When the film's finished, Chris says it's time for Andy's shower and he
leaves my side, making his way upstairs. Once he's out of earshot, Chris
goes to a drawer and brings me something.

"Do you like these?" he asks and hands me a pair of knickers. They're
powder blue, sheer nylon and feel silky in texture. My fingers stroke the
flimsy material and I hold them up to the light, seeing how transparent
they are.

"Wow!" I say, "They're almost see-through," and Chris asks straight out if
I'll wear them for him later. How could I refuse him anything? "But what
about Andy? I thought you wanted me to..."

"That's OK," he says, "he'll be wearing his own and I'd like to see you
both together. He doesn't know about what you and me do together but maybe
tonight I can change that."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" I ask, wondering how I go about
seducing young Andy.

"Leave it to me, John, I'll organise it," says Chris and he kisses me
gently.

Twenty minutes later, Andy comes back downstairs and he's wearing a
towelling bath robe. Chris takes me upstairs and shows me into the
bathroom, finding me his own bath-robe and leaving the blue knickers with
me to wear underneath when I've showered. When I ask where the knickers
came from, he tells me that they belong to his mum.

When he leaves me, I strip all my clothes off and try on the knickers which
fit perfectly. When I look at myself in the full-length mirror, I'm amazed
at how aroused I am. I turn around and look over my shoulder to see what my
bottom looks like and I'm impressed by how good it looks. No wonder men get
turned on by this.

Once I've finished showering, I dry myself and put on my knickers. God, I
look good. The mirror shows me what I look like; no wonder Chris wants me
so badly. I put on my robe and I go back downstairs. When I settle myself
on the settee again, Chris takes Andy by the arm and stands him so that
he's facing me.

Chris says softly, "Show John how beautiful you look, Andy," and the young
boy takes off his robe. Wow! He's standing there, naked except for a pair
of sheer white knickers and he looks like an innocent virgin angel. My
breath catches in my throat as I admire his innocence, his fresh-faced
innocence. I want to hug him, to feel his body, to kiss his lips. I'm
amazed at my own reaction to this young boy.

"Turn around, Andy," he says. "Let him see all of you," and he turns slowly
so that I see his cute little bottom through the flimsy nylon of his
knickers. This boy is truly magnificent and I realise that I am being
attracted to him in the worst way possible. The photos of him were one
thing but this, this vision is stunning. Andy opens his legs and I see his
little bum-cheeks part, and I'm overwhelmed by the sight.

Chris turns him round to face me again and I see the small nipples on his
chest, the cute inny belly button and the little prick which is now
thickening and lengthening before my eyes. My own dick is filling with
blood too and my knickers are getting tighter. Andy's looking at my face,
apparently wanting my approval, wanting me to find him attractive and God
help me, I do.

"Let Andy see you, John," Chris says to me, his voice barely more than a
whipser. His tented-out shorts announce that the sight of his little
brother in his little knickers is definitely arousing him.

When I take off my bath-robe, Andy and Chris gasp in unison at the sight of
my body clothed only in their mum's blue knickers. I read lust in the eyes
of the older boy and a kind of appraising curiosity in the eyes of young
Andy who immediately drops to his knees before me, looking closely at my
skimpy female underwear and running his little fingers over my stiff dick
encased in nylon. I look down at the boy as he fingers me and my dick is
jerking at young Andy's touch; I pray he won't stop.

Chris watches both of his boys, each in their knickers, and his eyes convey
his overwhelming lust for both of us. I watch Chris and Andy alternately,
but my attention has to stay with Andy when his little fingers move down to
cup my balls over my knickers and I open my legs wide to give him more
room. My hands go to his head and I bring him to me, pulling my cock to his
lips. His lips kiss the nylon covering my shaft while his hands remain busy
fondling my testicles. The joy I feel is too difficult to describe and I
bask in the wondrous sensations that this little boy is giving me.

I look up briefly at Chris and he nods, giving me permission to continue
our encounter until I can rid Andy of his virginity. His little brother's
saliva has soaked my knickers as he's run his lips the length of my shaft
and I have to stop him before he makes me ejaculate prematurely. I raise
him to his feet and fall to my knees, immediately bringing my mouth to his
little sex. His little-boy smell intoxicates me as my tongue presses hard
against his little shaft. He gasps, overwhelmed as much as I am at the
senations we are experiencing together.

The virginal white transparent knickers become wet as I orally worship his
3-inch stiff prick and I lick the tiny balls covered by the nylon. I take
the gusset with one finger and move it aside, freeing the boy's jewels so I
can take his prick immediately into my mouth. I take his full length into
me, feeling his smooth bare pubic bone against my nose. His sharp intake of
breath and his hands which go to my head to keep me there are evidence
enough that I'm giving him the feelings he so desperately wants.

Realising that this can't continue for long before I cum, I pull down his
knickers and make him step out of them. I place him like Chris placed me
earlier, hands on the seat of the settee and bottom in the air and I kneel
behind him. My tongue licks the length of his bum-crack, stopping briefly
at his tiny pink rosebud to wiggle the tip. He wriggles slightly and I hold
his hips steady so I can push the tip of my tongue into the little
bum-hole. Chris is beside us now, watching me intently as I try to force
open the boy's sphincter.

"Push out, Andy," he whispers to his brother and the tip of my tongue
enters the boy's anus, making him tremble. I'm able to push my tongue in
just over an inch and I try to leave lots of saliva around his bum-hole as
I draw it back out.

I stand now, moving the gusset of my knickers to one side so that my dick
and balls are freed. Chris is beside me now and he's presenting me with a
tube of lubricant with the cap removed. He squeezes a generous amount onto
my two fingers and I transfer the cold jelly to the little boy's bum-hole,
pushing in a finger carefully. Andy looks behind him and says fearfully,
You won't hurt me, will you?" and I lean over his back to whisper, "I'll
never hurt you, Andy." Satisfied that I mean it, he relaxes his sphincter
and I push one finger all the way in, fucking in and out with it. I
introduce a second finger alongside the first and he winces and then
remembers to push out again. I finger-fuck him now and then I feel cold
jelly on my own dick as Chris spreads it thick, wanking me at the same
time.

The time has come to take this cute little boy's virginity, to show him the
ultimate act of male to male love. I place my dick to his pucker and I feel
him brace himself for the onslaught. My knob pushes at his anus and it
begins to give way as Andy pushes outward, and I force it inside, opening
his hole wide. He winces and his sphincter tightens like a vice on my knob,
holding it fast. Then he remembers to push out again and the muscles relax,
making it possible to push further into the little boy's rectum. I pause,
waiting for him to get used to the size of me, and when he relaxes once
more, I thrust in further. It takes time because I don't want to hurt him
so I pause again, waiting for him.

Chris kneels beside Andy, kissing his brother who turns his head to face
him. "Can I suck your dick, Andy? Can I make you feel good?" he asks and
the little boy nods. He works himself between the settee and the boy's legs
and takes the 3-inch prick into his mouth, sucking in all he can. One hand
goes up to feel his little balls, fondling them tenderly, and I use the
opportunity to slide my dick in the rest of the way until my groin presses
tightly against his bottom-cheeks.

I pause again and Chris continues to suck his brother's prick and caress
his balls. His tight rectum is hot and like a vice around my dick and, as I
look down, I see that my dick looks abnormally big in relation to the size
of the 11-year-old boy's buttocks. But I have to go on, I have to make love
to this gorgeous child.

I pull back slightly and thrust forward again, and the friction is
excruciatingly wonderful. He gasps each time I thrust into him and I'm sure
he's in a little pain. My hands go around him and I find the little nipples
which are now erect, and I pinch them lightly, feeling him tremble
underneath me.

My fucking continues gently and he moans aloud, calling my name. "Ohhh
John! Oohhh!" he groans, and it's not pain now or discomfort; he's getting
turned on. Chris leaves his brother's prick and comes to stand behind
me. His shorts are off and he's wanking at the sight of me and his young
brother, touching my blue knickers with his free hand. He's stroking my
nylon-covered bottom as he wanks and soon he pulls my knickers away from my
buttocks and looks inside. My legs are slightly open and he can clearly see
my bum-crack.

Andy is beginning to pant now and I know it won't be long before I fill his
rectum with my seed. I start to fuck him faster and I hold his chest tight,
moaning, "Oh Andy, you're so pretty, so sexy!" and he groans back in
response. The friction produced by the child's rectum is hastening the
approach of my orgasm and before I can do anything about it, I'm cumming!

I thrust into him once more and hold still, my dick jerking as I begin to
shoot spunk into him, filling his bowels with my white hot seed. I'm
groaning as I pump gob after gob of my cum into him, my buttocks clenching
with each spurt. He feels my dick pulsing inside him and moans as I breed
him, forcing as much sperm as I can as far into him as my dick can manage.

Behind me, Chris pulls my knickers away from my buttocks and sprays a
torrent of his spunk onto my bum and inside my knickers. I feel his hot
sperm splashing over me, drenching me with his potent seed. He places his
jerking cock to my bum-crack and I feel the pulsing as the last of it is
pumped down my crack and into my knickers.

Andy stands still as my orgasm finishes and I hold him tight so that he
won't move before the dribbles of my spunk flowing into him have
ended. Chris watches the last of his spunk trickle down my bum-crack and
soak into my knickers. A very big wet patch is spreading, turning the
powder blue into a darker shade as it soaks into the nylon.

The little boy under me is trembling, his thin legs shaking, and I slowly
withdraw the dick that has taken his virginity. I stand and pull the boy to
his feet, turning him gently round and kissing his lips. It's a gentle
kiss, not one of passion, and I'm relieved when his arms go around my neck
and he hugs me. He whispers, "That was lovely, John," and I whisper, "I
loved it too."

My hands reach down and I fondle his little bottom, feeling the softness of
his skin, a child's skin. Chris stands behind me, kisses the back of my
neck and he says simply, "Thankyou." I can feel the spunk in my knickers
drying on my skin and I realise that I still have a task to perform. I
leave my little lover and go to my knees in front of Chris and begin to
clean him, licking the long foreskin and then pulling it all the way back
so I can lick the knob clean.

Andy watches me, touching his own erection while he examines the wet patch
that has formed in my knickers. After I've got Chris clean, I take the
child's prick into my mouth and suck him, licking his frenulum to heighten
the stimulation. Twenty seconds later, he shudders and his hips buck but
I'm sure I taste something on my tongue. It's his first ejaculation and
although there won't be any sperm in it, I'm so proud that I'm the first to
taste his cum.

When his body is still again, he hugs me and I feel his warmth, the
affection that he has for me. I hold him close, rocking him to and fro
gently, basking in the knowledge that he will want me again. I have to
touch the tiny bottom again, to feel the child's skin and to soothe his
battered hole. I place him on the floor, bottom high in the air, and I look
at his pucker, except it's not a pucker now, it's gaping open, and I see
the pink insides. There are traces of my spunk near the gaping hole and I
lovingly lick them up, my tongue caressing his anus and going inside to
clean him.

The 3 of us lie together on the carpet, holding each other, caressing each
other as our bodies relax and the heavy breathing subsides. Andy keeps
touching my knickers, playing with the wet spots and Chris plays with my
hair as I look lovingly into his eyes.

There's still bedtime to look forward to. I wonder what will happen
upstairs.

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