Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2010 23:59:21 +0000
From: Tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters chapter 50

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Sorry for the posting delay boys and girls (?) but I took an unscheduled
authors holiday after going away and this is a slightly longer chapter as a
bonus for waiting!

Panic not, as I do want to finish this as I have another story in mind!


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Chapter 50 -- Third time lucky


Kevin shuddered at Ian's touch and looked down to see that his fingers were
already undoing the button on the waistband. There was to be no escape.

"You won't laugh?" he looked up.

"Why would I?" asked Ian as the button slipped through the hole.

"Well it ain't very big."

"You're eleven, I didn't it expect to be, just enjoy it. I'm going to!"

Smiling reassuringly Ian returned to the business in hand and pulled down
on the zip. Forced by Kevin's erection, the pale blue ribbed cotton of the
Lyle and Scott briefs made an appearance though the fly of his shorts.
Taking Kevin by surprise, Ian got up and quickly moved so as to kneel in
front of him, in one quick movement he pulled on the legs of the tan shorts
which left a bemused Kevin sitting there on his ample backside in his
tenting blue Y-fronts!

Saying nothing, in a rather inane fashion Kevin simply grinned and then
raised a stubby finger to point at the wobbly string of precum hanging on
the end of Ian's cock right in front of him. However, it was also Ian's
turn to stop and gaze, this was the moment he had been waiting for and
unless something untoward happened he would soon be inside Kevin's briefs
and then on the way to removing them. The only problem was that he couldn't
really wait to find out what was hidden inside since with all the
excitement his leaking cock dictating the timetable and ejaculation was
definitely imminent.

"Nice pants, Y-fronts I `spose?" Ian sounded a little breathless. The
excitement of seducing Kevin was rapidly mounting and he tried to appear
calmer than he felt.

"Yes, Mum bought them for college." Kevin shifted on the wooden floor and
in a futile, rather embarrassed moment tried once more to hide the bulge
with his hands.

"Oh stop it Kev!" Ian sounded rather desperate, now barely able to control
his cock he knew matters were likely to literally come to a head all too
quickly.

Kevin said nothing, but stared at the string of precum.

"Kev.. I want you to rub my willy... y'know like you've been rubbing yer
own.. and while you're doing it, I'm gonna have a butchers at your's."

By now Kevin was getting excited and losing his inhibitions in equal
quantities. Without waiting to be asked a second time he tentatively
reaching out and grabbed at Ian's rigid member.

"It's all sticky!" he cried in surprise and made a face as his hot fingers
tried to encircle it.

"Oh shit!" Ian shuddered with his touch. "Yer, it is innit!
Kev.. uummm.. just sorta rub it.. gently..."

Ian's hand was shaking as he placed it on Kevin's stomach just above the
lettering on the white elastic waistband. He prayed he could last just
another minute, at least until he was holding Kevin's cock .

"Just... just bloody rub it and you can see me cum.." Ian started to force
his hand under the elastic.

"Cum? What now?" asked Kevin innocently staring at the dribbling piss
slit. "Is this stuff cum then?"

"Sort of, soon will be!" grunted Ian.

"Cor... wot you doing... oh.. you're in me pants.. oh.. oooh!" by now Kevin
was excitedly shuffling on his bottom on the floor as Ian relentlessly
continued on his mission.

"Yer. Fuckin' right I'm in 'em!" muttered Ian under his breath as he
finally got his fingers under the tight waistband, a manoeuvre not exactly
helped by Kevin's podgy stomach.

With time running out, Ian purposely rubbed his fingers against what he
assumed to be Kevin's cock before unceremoniously tugging the blue briefs
down to just below the hairless ballsac. Kevin blushed knowing it wasn't
the biggest specimen for his age, in fact it was rather thin and had a
distinct bend to the left, but nevertheless it was complete even with the
helmet which was already pulled back for action and revealing a rather red
looking head!

In fact, for all the enthusiasm Kevin and his friend Ben had put into their
sexual exploits neither had actually discovered how to rub their cock to
get a consistent result!  Which was no doubt why things looked a little red
and as yet, despite constant pocket forays Kevin still had no masturbation
technique worthy of the name.

"Quick.. quick.." said Ian who suddenly started scrabbling round on his
knees, pulling his cock from Kevin's grasp.

"Yer, quick, I got an idea."

"What?" Kevin watched in amazement as Ian quickly shuffled around to his
left side leaving several drops precum in his wake!

"Here, now grab me cock again and get on with it!"

Ian had positioned himself at right angles to Kevin who was still sat with
his briefs tucked under his balls as Ian had left him. Presented with the
dribbling cock once again Kevin started pulling at it eagerly just as Ian
made up his mind to do something he had only ever dreamed about. Without
any warning he bent forward taking Kevin's cock in his mouth and started to
suck hard. With various slurping noises he drew it into his mouth and
within seconds had swallowed virtually the whole length leaving with Kevin
looking down at the back of his head, literally speechless with delight.

Even having a foreskin, Kevin's cock didn't taste as Ian thought it might,
primarily as Kevin was very clean, all that Ian could recognise was a
slightly salty taste mixed with soap! It didn't really matter what it
tasted of, it was the act itself which really aroused him, so with Kevin's
hot fingers again wrapped around his cock, Ian knew the inevitable climax
was seconds away. Had Kevin known that when Ian started to twitch and
tremble it was a sure sign that ejaculation imminent he might have taken
avoiding action. But he didn't!

In Ian's excitement, that mornings previous orgasm was now all but
forgotten and his second coming was promising to be almost as intense as a
biblical experience! Blissfully unaware, Kevin continued pulled on the
leaking cock with one hand and rubbing the back of Ian's neck to encourage
him to continue sucking with the other. As Ian's tongue ran repeatedly
around the end of the foreskin, Kevin was quickly discovering a new
sensation which seemed to be connected a funny tingling feeling deep in his
groin. He was about to try and say something when Ian's hips started to
tremble, soon followed by Ian appearing to choke as he forced himself down
and took Kevin's entire cock in his mouth.

Things were starting to happen too quickly for Kevin to fully understand
and within moments he had rather lost the thread of what was taking
place. The only thing he did know was that he desperately wanted to hold
onto Ian's slippery cock and was disappointed when he felt it wrenched from
his grasp as another tremor ran through Ian's whole body. That was followed
by something appearing to fly before him, dazed he looked down and saw a
two glistening blobs now sticking to the front of his shirt. Then, before
he could even do or say anything else Ian had lifted his head, grunted and
made a rough grab for Kevin's own cock, but missed! Bewildered by it all
Kevin watched in amazement as Ian then threw himself across his lap and
violently humped the top of his legs until with a loud groan he collapsed
on top of him!

Trying to make sense of it all with Ian now seemingly exhausted, if not
comatose sprawled across his stomach Kevin felt something warm trickling
down between his legs. With Ian on top he couldn't see and didn't know what
to think except if this was the result of cumming as Ian had termed it,
what sort of experience could it possibly be?

Having fallen silent for several seconds it was Kevin who started to take
stock of the situation and decided that they really ought to start getting
dressed.

"Ian." There was no response.

Kevin was simply faced by Ian's white, bare bottom and wriggling under his
weight he was reminded that he could still feel what he assumed to be Ian's
hard cock pushing into his leg. That in turn made him think that despite
the funny tingling feeling he had experienced earlier his own cock was
certainly still very hard, maybe it was time to rub it.

"Ian." Still no response.

Looking down he realised that what better opportunity would he ever have to
explore an older boys body, particularly as the temptation of the bum
cheeks and what was between them was proving harder to resist!

Certainly the bum cheeks were the most obvious starting place, having
looked at his own in mirror Kevin had some idea what to expect! Gently
rubbing them and getting no apparent response, Kevin nervously bit his lip
as he gingerly pulled them apart and looked for several seconds at Ian's
wrinkled bumhole. Getting braver, albeit with a slightly shaky hand he
gently pushed it down between Ian's legs and felt for his balls, to feel
the pubic hair was the first surprise which was something he definitely
didn't have. It felt very hot and a little sticky down there, which was not
too surprising considering Ian was still unwashed since his earlier
activity! Gently making contact with the wrinkled scrotum he allowed his
fingers to feel the outline of Ian's balls before moving on to search for
the base of his cock. Still very hard and sandwiched between his own leg
and Ian's stomach it was coated, along with the matted pubic hair in the
same glutenous, slimy substance which was now everywhere else.

"You dirty little fucker!" said Ian suddenly raising his head.

"I'm sorry.." blurted Kevin sounding rather shocked and fearing he had
upset his new friend. He quickly removed his hand, looked at it and then
brought it up to his face, it smelt strongly of something, but of what?

"Sorry! Wot for? I'm pulling yer pisser!" With some effort Ian pulled
himself up and sat back on his haunches before swivelling round to sit next
to Kevin, he grinned.

"You're not mad?" asked Kevin.

Whatever else Kevin was thinking he still couldn't keep his eyes off of
Ian's hard cock.

"I didn't mean anything, I was joking you daft bugger!"

"Good." Kevin smiled. "Can we do it again?"

"But, uumm.." Ian put an arm on his shoulder, he had a nagging feeling that
maybe he had gone too with the younger boy.

 "Kev, are you alright?"

"Oh yes! So was that what you called coming then?" asked Kevin, still
mystified by it all. His hand was slowly creeping down to hold his rigid
cock, Ian watched as he slowly pulled the foreskin back and rubbed the red
tip.

"Fuckin' right it was cumming!" Ian was still grinning, obviously Kevin was
all right. "Did you cum?"

"I don't know!" Kevin looked at him blankly. "How would I know! What's all
this stuff over us?"

"It's cum! Here, now just shut up, I'm going to try and make you do
something as well!" Ian was grinning and in his element. Slowly he squeezed
the head of his own cock which was certainly now feeling rather sensitive
after the two enormous orgasms, but the thought of a third was always a
possibility!

Not waiting for a reply he reached over, pushed the little hand away and
put his fingers around the hairless cock. Kevin's eyes opened wide again,
he didn't speak but just nodded and Ian sensed that he was putting all his
trust in him.

"Got an idea, you'll love it!" said Ian pushing the blue briefs further
down and forcing his hand between Ian's legs. Whilst Kevin squirmed and
giggled Ian scooped up a huge dollop of cum which he deposited over hard
cock.

"What's that?" asked Kevin in surprise.

"It's called lube!" Ian grinned. "You wait! I'm gonna you a lesson in
wanking!"

With that he started to rub Kevin's cock, after a few strokes he stopped
and took Kevin's hand which he guided up and down to show him the basic
finger and thumb technique. It didn't take him long to master the stroking
action and he was soon grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"You're nice."

"Shut up!" Ian blushed, "Never mind the bollocks, just get wanking and see
if you get yerself off!"

"It's starting to sort of tingle again but.." said Kevin, moments later
adding "oh.. damn.. it's going a sort of sticky.. oh, it ain't slippery no
more!."

"Yer, cum does that! Spit on it then!" Ian was the voice of practised
authority, "Get yer hand and put a big gobfull of spit in the palm and mix
it with the cum on yer prick... it'll be like oiling it!"

Looking a little apprehensive Kevin did as instructed and was soon smiling
broadly again as his hand flew up and down with the foreskin making a
little slapping noises. Did he have some useful information for Ben!

"Hey, you got a little bit of a problem." said Ian still grinning after
peering between Kevin's legs.

"What?" Problem or not Kevin wasn't stopping now, it was feeling far too
good!

"I though so...and I'm afraid.." Ian started to giggle, "it's yer.."

"What, me what? Afraid of what?" by now Kevin couldn't stop grinning either
as the whole situation was becoming rather unreal. He was in a tree house,
being taught how to masturbate by an older boy who had no underpants and
had just covered them both in cum!

"Yer.. umm.. yer.." Ian couldn't stop laughing, "yer pants are full of my
cum.. there's splodges of it everywhere!"

"Splodges... I don't care!" At first Kevin burst out laughing, but that
soon changed as he neared his first climax. "Oh.. oh.. god.. I feel
funny.. help... me willies on fire!""

"Fuckin' hell!" cried Ian excitedly seeing the change I him. "Whatever you
do, don't stop wanking!"

Ian eagerly watched as Kevin started to edge into the unknown, looking and
feeling as though he didn't know what was happening to him. The harder he
rubbed the more he enjoyed the sensation, closing his eyes he leant back to
enjoy the wonderful warm feeling. It didn't last long, the next thing he
knew was that he was in the grip of an jerky, muscle spasm which was
rapidly followed by an intense burning sensation in his groin. It was soon
over, slumped against the wall he finally opened his eyes to see Ian
smiling at him, returning the smile his head drooped.

Ian grinned to himself when he thought back to his first dry orgasm, he had
probably been the same age and had been hastened to find out what it was
all about after overhearing some older boys talking at school. For the rest
of that day he had had an erection just thinking about it and on going to
bed was determined to achieve something, even though he didn't know what!
Rubbing away for what seemed like ages till his cock was nearly raw he
finally managed that first orgasm. At the time, being on his own and
knowing nothing about masturbation, he found the new sensation rather scary
and was worried that he had hurt himself. However, it didn't take too much
courage to repeat the performance the following evening when he confirmed,
that other than starting a life long addiction to self abuse he hadn't
suffered at all!

"D'you enjoy it then?" asked Ian eagerly, looking down to see if there were
any signs of some watery cum.

Kevin grinned and nodded, "Did I cum?"

"In one way," Ian glanced down again, "but without the spunk, now that
would have been a bonus!"

"Spunk?" asked Kevin, "What's that?"

"All the sticky stuff that's over us!" Ian grinned, "It's called either
spunk or cum, I `spect you'll start to make that in a few months."

"I don't get it." said Kevin sounding puzzled, "So didn't I cum then?"

"Yes! Oh look.. uumm.. look, listen, when you start off," said Ian trying
to make the great mystery sound simple, "you just gets the feeling but not
the spunk... when you're a little bit older you'll start to make the spunk
as well. D'you see?"

"I think so."

Kevin wasn't too sure about understanding anything at that particular
moment, however at least now he would be able to think about it. There was
though, one other very important question.

"So.. how many times can I do it then?"

"Ah." Ian grinned, "When I was like you and doing it without getting spunk
as often as I liked. D'you know, one Saturday I did it every hour!"

Kevin's jaw dropped. "What!"

"Yer, but me cock was a bit wrecked!" said Ian giggling. "Until you start
making spunk you can do it all day.. but once you start making spunk you
can't do it so much `cause yer balls need time to make more. D'you see what
I mean?"

"I think so."

Ian could almost see the wheels going around in Kevin's head!

"So.. how many times a day do you do it then.. now?" continued Kevin, "You
said you'd done it earlier didn't you?"

"Uumm...you don't forget much do you!" Ian blushed, "When I wake up I
always gotta a hard on so I do it then.. and when I go to bed."

"Not in the day then?"

"Bloody hell, you're a nosey little bugger!" Ian poked him and grinned,
"All right, if it's a weekend or that I might do it in the day as well."

"And, d'you make a mess like this in your jimjams?" Kevin asked in
disbelief on seeing the fruits of Ian's testicles over everything . "My mum
would find out for sure!"

"No." Ian smiled. "Well I try not to.. you don't want yer parents know
you're wanking all the time do you?"

Kevin shook his head frightened at the merest mention of his mother
examining his pyjamas.

"You'll have to get yerself a cum rag."

"A what?"

"Anything.. an old pair of pants or something, so that when you cum you can
catch the spunk and save messing up yer bed and that."

"Oh, I see." said Kevin slowly. Trying to take all of the important
information in was difficult. This was whole new world, did every boy do
this?

"Come on, let's get you dressed before anybody comes out looking for us,"
said Ian looking at his watch, "I think we've been out here long enough."

"Yes, don't want mum finding us like this do we!" replied Kevin stating the
obvious before rather shakily starting to get to his feet.

"Kev...I'll give you a hand." Ian was still seated, Kevin's still erect
boyhood passed within inches of his face.

"Ta." Kevin lent on the top of the timber wall, his shorts and briefs
around his ankles.

Ian stood up, his ever present erection was very obvious, he looked down at
it and grinned. "D'you see what you've done to me?"

"What d'you mean. Me?" By the time Kevin had said it, the truth was slowly
sinking in, "What.. it's because..  you mean.. it's me?  You've got a hard
on because of me?"

"Yer." Ian nodded, blushed yet again, "Well, you're a sexy little bugger
aren't you!"

For a moment Kevin just looked at him, Ian knew he shouldn't have said it,
which way was the comment going to be taken? Kevin turned and touched Ian's
quivering cock, he had his answer!

"Will you come over to see me again?"

"Yes!" Ian grinned, "Now, I want to.. to get you dressed, please."

Without waiting for a reply Ian bent down, grabbed the blue briefs and
started to pull them up Kevin's legs.

"Stop.. stop.." said Kevin grinning, starting to push them down again,
"they're all cold, wet and sticky!"

"Well what you gonna do?" Ian started to giggle, "You gotta wear
something. Wot's yer mum gonna say?"

"I don't know, I don't care!" Kevin turned round, "D'you know I'm jealous
of you. You get to wear what you want and I've always got to look smart,
I'm tired of always looking smart! I got so many new clothes I don't know
what to do with 'em!"

"Oh." Ian was rather taken aback by the comments. "So, well.. uumm.. wot
you gonna do?"

"Dunno." said Kevin starting to grin. "But, I do know I got lot's of these
blue pants, she bought me more a couple of weeks ago!"

"Wish I had blue!" said Ian, "I only got white ones."

"Would you swop?"

"Wot?" said Ian. "Swop.. for wot?"

"The torn white ones! You can have these, they might be a bit small
though!"

"Bloody right, step out of them quick then." Ian grinned. "Hey but, these
white ones are too big and they're filthy, you're not gonna really wear 'em
are you?"

"I am.." said Kevin firmly, "and I ain't gonna be the little goody goody
boy in future!"

"Oh shit, you've changed! Wot have I done!" said Ian giggling, "Come on
then, let's do it."

As Kevin kicked the shorts off, Ian picked up the dirty white
briefs. Standing behind and holding them for Kevin to step into them, he
bent down to get a good grip to pull them up, secretly hoping his erection
would rub against the younger boys smooth bum cheeks. It did, the contact
being like an electric shock to Ian and serving to underline the fact that
in the space of a very short time he had become attracted to Kevin. Despite
having cum twice already, Ian honestly thought he could manage it third
time as he busied himself dressing Kevin in the dirty briefs and then
slowly pulled the tan shorts up.

"Cor, it feels all funny." said Kevin moving about. "Can you see the torn
bit hanging down the leg of me shorts?"

"No." said Ian looking down and unable to resist added. "Hang on I'll have
proper look."

Much to Kevin's amusement, Ian's hard cock brushed the rear of the shorts
as he got down on his knees and tried to look up the legs.

"Well," he said standing back up, "just don't let yer mum look up 'em or
she'll get a shock when she sees yer willy!"

"Oh!" said Kevin as the smile slipped from his face. "I hadn't thought of
that."

"You gotta be careful," said Ian, "I `spect your mum looks everywhere when
yer out at school, I'm sure mine does! I dunno wot she looks for, but I'm
sure she does!"

"Crikey, I hadn't thought of that. I'd better hide these pants then!"

"Too right you had, wot if she found 'em!"

"I hate to think!" said Kevin, then he started to grin again,
"Hey... suppose I keep `em to use as cum rag for when I can cum!"

"Yeah!" Ian laughed, "You let me know when you do and we'll have another
wank up here!"

"Yeah! Course I will." Kevin turned to pick the blue briefs. "Now, you
gonna wear these?"

"Yer, if you think you can get it in?" said Ian, giggling and pushing his
raging cock towards Kevin, who if it was known was now getting just as big
a thrill out the underwear swop as Ian was. Besides, it would be his turn
to stand behind and press his shorts into Ian's ass when he pulled the
briefs up.

"Can I rub yer willy again.. please." whispered Kevin as he stood behind
Ian and held the briefs out for him to step into.

"I don't see why not, but it's a bit sore, so go gently." replied Ian,
knowing that sore or not he really wanted to cum for a third time. "Pull
the pants up and you can wank me inside them."

"Never thought of that." said Kevin excitedly, reaching down and tugging
them up.

"Bloody hell, they're a bit tight, so go easy.." said Ian seeing that Kevin
was getting rather over enthusiastic, "I'll get me cock in them for you,
then you can do what you want to me."

Reaching down he felt for Kevin's hands and helped him pull the waistband
over the end of his cock wiping the drip of precum off in the process.

"Kev..." Ian was sounding rather breathless, "get yer hands under the
elastic by me legs and get wanking, I really reckon I'm gonna cum again!"

"What! That'll be twice.. no three times!" Kevin sounded staggered, this
sex thing was incredible. "Can you do that?"

"I'm gonna find out!" Ian didn't finish the sentence. "It's `cause of
you.. you've got me going.. I want..."

Under the circumstances actions spoke louder than words so instead of
asking, Ian put his arms behind him and managed to get a hand up the leg of
Kevin's shorts. Wearing the baggy Y-fronts, they offered no resistance
whatsoever and Ian's hand went straight to Kevin's cock it was just as he
imagined, rock hard.

By now there was no disguising the crush they had for each other and with a
hand in each others underpants it wasn't going to take long before either
climaxed again. Confined by the tight briefs and Kevin's lack of
masturbation technique Ian's cock was beginning to feel the worse for
wear. However, with his overwhelming desire to cum for the third time
driving him on it wasn't much longer before Ian was bucking his hips and
depositing a third, rather tiny spurt of cum over Kevin's hand. Not wanting
to stop, Kevin continued using the hot slimy deposit as a lubricant, just
as he had done earlier. Pretty much exhausted but totally gratified
sexually, Ian's cock felt it was on fire, it carried on jerking wildly but
producing no sperm and was giving a whole new meaning to the expression,
self abuse! Even so, Ian had managed to continue expertly rubbing Kevin's
prized few inches through the leg of his shorts until he was able to manage
his second dry climax with dramatic effect. With the afternoon dominated by
sex coupled with the discovery that he could now reach orgasm Kevin's
second climax was all too much for him and he just collapsed, sliding to
the floor at Ian's feet.

Standing above him and sweating profusely Ian leant back against the wall
and pulled at the front of the tight briefs, peering inside he was greeted
by an aroma of teenage boy mixed with the smell of fresh semen. There was
no doubt his prick looked rather red and it certainly felt very sore,
nevertheless it had been worth it. Well worth it! Kevin was on the floor at
his feet and not wishing to rouse him that quickly, Ian seemingly
insatiable decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Bending down he
peered up the leg of the shorts and saw the torn briefs barely covering
anything, gently slipping his hand up the leg Kevin's cock twitched
receptively as his fingers encircled it. The truth was he had one last
objective and hoped his own cock hadn't been too badly abused and would
allow him to try for a fourth orgasm! With a sticky hand he let his fingers
gently push their way back between Kevin's legs until he could feel the
start of his hairless crack.

Knowing he was physically exhausted himself, Ian could not resist and knelt
by the motionless boy his hands virtually trembling with excitement, dare
he go further? Yes! First though, he pulled his own briefs down and freed
his still erect cock, spat liberally into the palm of his free hand,
wrapped it around and in an almost robotic state started to
masturbate. Doing his best not to wake Kevin, his other hand made it's way
up the leg of the shorts and between his cheeks until his fingers felt the
outline of the puckered hole. Kevin moved slightly and appeared to moan,
that now made no difference to Ian who was on a journey of which there was
no going back. As his hand slid up and down his cock he knew something was
trying to stir in his groin and despite the soreness another climax seemed
impossible. The tip of his index finger was pushing quite hard on the
wrinkled entrance without success, scared of waking Kevin and a little
disappointed, Ian was about to abandon the plan. Suddenly, he found the
resistance to his finger had disappeared and it had entered a hot slippery
tube, having explored his own bumhole on many occasions he knew exactly
where it was. More lubricant was desperately required, so spitting again
into his hand he was able to continue furiously masturbating with the
feeling that he really was going to be able cum again. Sadly though, it was
to be all in vain as Ian's exhausted body was barely able to go through the
motions, let alone produce another orgasm. Moments later the culmination of
the afternoons ever heightened excitement brought on his collapse and he
simply wilted right on top of Kevin in a palpating heap.

"I use a pencil myself!"

The way he felt, Ian wasn't sure if he was even still alive! A pencil? What
the hell for? Where was he? What he was hearing? And, who was talking to
him about pencils?

"Are you all right?" Kevin's smiling face slowly came into focus only
inches away from his own.

"Oh fuck!"

Looking about blankly Ian shook his head and blinked in disbelief on
realising just where and what he had been doing.

"Are you going to leave your finger up my bum?" Kevin grinned. "I'd like
that!"

"Oh fuck!"

As a reflex reaction he instantly pulled his hand from the leg of the
shorts and did his best to smile at Kevin who was now just staring at him
with an adoring expression.

A cold sweat was starting, there was also the feeling of a dreadful knot
forming in his stomach, Ian knew there was a problem and it was growing by
the minute. With the sexual euphoria gone he was left with an overwhelming
feeling of guilt. A huge feeling of guilt, knowing that he had unfairly led
on and taken complete sexual advantage of his young cousin. Now with all
sexual urges dissipated and seeing himself dressed in the younger boys
underpants it was excruciatingly obvious that his game had gone too
far. Why hadn't he just stopped at comparing their willie's or something
instead of using Kevin as a tool to gratify his own lust? Other than being
a cousin he didn't even really know the boy. Suppose Kevin started to tell
his friends that an older boy had been actively encouraging him to
masturbate!

Ian was still finding it difficult enough to be open enough about these
matters with Art and Nigel and they were his own age, yet here he was
having just fingered an eleven year old boy. To his moral compass it didn't
seem right.

On the other hand, Kevin was now on cloud nine. Ten and eleven! Looking as
though he had never been so happy he was still staring at Ian as though he
idolised him.

With his head reeling with thoughts that they were lucky not to have been
caught Ian managed to stand up, his legs were certainly rather
shaky. Rather hesitantly he took hold of Kevin's arm and helped the smiling
boy to his feet.

"When can we do it again?" asked Kevin excitedly. Plainly he was now full
of life and thanks to Ian, sexually primed for the rest of his life.

"Uumm.." Ian stuttered, "let me get dressed and I'll... I'll.. think about
it."

"You are going to wear my blue pants then?"

"Yer, I guess.. I gotta wear something." Ian managed a smile at the thought
of visualising Kevin's mother in a state of state of shock on finding at
what her boy was wearing. "So, you're happy in those old white ones then?"

"Oh yes!"

"Now Kev, look.." said Ian trying not to sound worried, "uumm, look you're
not.. I mean, you're not gonna tell anybody about this are you?"

"I might tell Ben, he'd love to know about wanking and that." replied Kevin
without really thinking. He was more concerned with the blotches of dried
spunk on his shirt. "What am I going to tell mum about these?"

"Why don't you just tell Ben.. uumm.. that somebody told you how to wank."
Ian's mouth was going dry, "I mean uumm.. don't, don't say that
I...uumm.. me.. no, not me... that uumm.. you were shown.. uumm.. you were
just told how to do it and, and you did it by yourself."

"Why not? We're friends now aren't we?" said Kevin innocently. "I could get
Ben to come here next time when we're going to do it again, if you want!"

Ian looked at him in horror! Having two boys to play with would have to
remain a fantasy, it was impossible and he knew it.

"No.. no.. Kev, I mean I'd rather you didn't say anything.. well, I mean
about me, you know, I mean, we... uumm you, you know us.. up here in the
tree house."

Ian smiled and looked him in the face hoping to get an affirmative
answer. The realisation that neither the attention span nor the logic of an
eleven year old wasn't to be heavily relied upon was finally becoming very
apparent. Typically, to prove it Kevin was already appearing to lose
interest in the subject.

"Oh.. you don't want Ben to know then?" Kevin sounding rather disappointed.

"Kevin, I don't want anybody to find out. Not really, this was just between
us wasn't it?" Ian smiled. "I mean.. now you wouldn't want your mum to find
out would you?"

"Oh no!" Kevin bit his lip.

"You see Kev, I think if only the two of us know about what we did, well,"
Ian finished pulling his blue shorts up, the tight briefs were already
starting to cut off the circulation to his legs, "well, then if we don't
say anything to anybody then nobody else is going to find out are they?"

"No. I see." said Kevin slowly.

"So then, there's no chance of either of our mum's or anybody finding out
is there? D'you see?"

"Yes." Kevin nodded sagely. "But you will come over and do it again with
me, you will.. please. You will won't you?"

"Of course, it was fun wasn't it." Ian grinned and prayed that Kevin would
keep the secret as promised.

"We could do bums as well!" said Kevin smiling.

"All the more reason not to say anything then, eh?" Ian winked. "It's a big
secret, just between you and me. Right?"

"Right. Come on then, let's go down and see if there's any lemonade left."

Disappearing down the ladder Kevin appeared to almost say it as if nothing
had happened between them.

His mind occupied by thoughts of a lack of discretion and the feeling that
his cock been rubbed with sandpaper whilst the blue briefs had cut the
blood supply to everything below his waist, Ian limped behind Kevin across
the lawn back towards the house. If Ben were to be told, even by accident
where would it end?

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Chapter 51 to follow..