Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2008 03:50:29 -0800 (PST)
From: solsticeman@yahoo.com
Subject: "Caught in the Lower-School Bogs: A Loss of Control"

	    Caught in the Lower-School Bogs. A Loss of control.
			   A Tale of the 1950's

				    by

				Solsticeman

"Stunned"

"Fucking stunned!" might be nearer, but nowhere near!


Yesterday...

           he burst in on my wank in the lower school bogs,
           he sucked me off and asked to meet him again today.

Today...   he turned up (amazing)

           he got over-excited and came in his pants.

           he burst into tears, because he had wanted it to be perfect (silly sod!)

and then...

           he kissed me! soppy sod!

What the fuck was I supposed to do next?

His mum would have had more idea.

He was 14 maybe 15, I was 13, his tears were all over my face, my cum was
all over his chin.

I needed to do something, and do it quick!

The silence was getting too obvious. He was going to start crying again if
I didn't do something...

Completely clueless...  I kissed him.

With a hand on each side of his face, I aimed for a gap in the mess and
planted a soft gentle kiss.

They were the first lips that I had kissed in nearly thirteen years, cheeks
yes, lips no.

I don't know what I expected to happen, I just wanted his misery to go
away.

Its embarrassing to be standing in the bogs with a bigger boy, with tears
all over his face.

I just wanted him to smile again.

Then he did... and it was as if a light had gone on in his face.

Before I could dodge, he grabbed me, hugged me... and kissed me again.

This time I let him lead, the kiss lingered and then it more than lingered.

I think he had been with girls... the kiss was gorgeous, soft and firm and
his lips rolled on mine sending a warm tingle up my spine and heat to my
cheeks.

Oh yes, and I started to get hard again!

I could feel my hardness pressing against his. He was hard too. His pants
may be full of spunk but they were also hiding the cock I had wanked over
last night in bed.

The tears still on his face encouraged me to take the lead, and my hands
slid down his back to his bum and pressed him against me.

He smiled again.

He was tough, from a rough village. He was the hooker of the Under-16 rugby
team, I had watched him play, he played rough... but his smile was
gorgeous, shy and soft and enough to light up the gathering gloom of autumn
in a school bogs in a mining valley in Wales.

His smile was all I wanted at that moment.

But not all that I needed...

Of its own will and with no conscious thought on my part, my hand slid
between us and grasped his cock through his school trousers.

Now, it was his turn to look startled.

I opened his buttons and slipped my hand into the damp warmth of his
underwear.

Maybe he didnt make much spunk, maybe it had just soaked into the fabric...

His cock was warm, and damp, but hot and hard... and just for a few minutes
it was mine!

I pulled it out and started to wank him gently.

It was an awkward position. He was hugging me and I had my bum stuck out to
give room for my hand on his cock.

I shuffled back a bit and that's when it happened...

The backs of my knees hit the pan of the bog. I over-balanced and sat down
suddenly.

He fell forward on top of me... and his cock hit me in the face.

I'd like to say my mouth fell open with surprise, but that would give the
moment less credit than it deserves.

When it hit my lips my instinct was to kiss it!

Then I was desperate to get it again before he had time to straighten up.

I couldn't have told him that I wanted to suck his cock. I didn't have the
words or the courage to say it... but I wanted it... I wanted it so much it
hurt.

As he started to regain his balance I shot after his cock, and my mouth
closed over it.

He whimpered, and then said "wait, wait a mo!".  Retrieving his cock and
taking a hand-full of paper from the bog-roll he wiped his cock and pubes
carefully.

Then he said "sorry!" and rather formally presented it back to me

Just as he had the night before, I took his bum cheeks in my hands and
guided his cock back into my waiting mouth. It was a bit bigger than mine
and filled my mouth completely.

I tried to remember what had been best about last night, and tentatively
licked the underside of the head with the tip of my tongue. He whimpered
again, I licked again, he whimpered again.

This was fun, and horney. I was as horned as could be! and his excitement
was infectious!

Letting go of his bum with one hand I rubbed my cock through my trousers.

Maybe he saw what I was doing, whatever the reason, he was suddenly in
control again.

Perhaps he was more used to sticking his cock somewhere else warm and wet,
whatever...

He started to fuck my mouth.

His need was too urgent to wait for me to suck him, he needed to
thrust. His hips and bum were in control and I was getting fucked.

It was so exciting!  He was so out of control!

Then I was out of control too! I struggled to get my cock back out of my
pants.

He struggled to fuck my mouth!

As he came, his cum filling my mouth, I came too...

In my fucking pants!

He looked down at me, panting and grinning!

I looked up at him, with my pants full of spunk and my eyes full of tears

Soppy sod!

Then he said "Happy?"

All I could do was nod.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, fancy going to the pictures?"

Oh, did I !!


"If you want"

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Well, that's Chapter 3. When I started to write my first story (ever!) I
never intended it to be a romance. Whatever else it is, a gay love story
set in 1958 ought to be a tragedy. I still dont know where the story is
going! The autobiography is blown, literally. The boy of the story wouldnt
actually know what homosexuality was for another two years. The 1950's were
another world entirely.