Date: Fri, 21 May 1999 14:50:01 -0700
From: David <dai@shell.accesscom.com>
Subject: Paul's Plantation - Part 5 (young boys)

This story is a fantasy of mine.  It involves boy/boy sex and love. 
	If that is not your "thing", you should not even be in this archive. 
	If you are under 18 you shouldn't be here, but enjoy it anyway.
	If you have comments please direct them to "dai@accesscom.com"

	I guess this sort of story is not appreciated by many people who
use ASSGM or or Nifty.  I have only had about 20 responses.  To those of
you who did respond, a very special thank you.  It is the only reason I am
carrying on with the series.

	Dedicated to Chance, Josh and Peter C. - you know who you are -
thanks guys.
	A very special dedication to Paul in England - This one is
especially for you.


Paul's Plantation - (b/b)



Part 5 - Surprise, surprise.

	"Why haven't you done those things with me?" this quiet voice asked.

			* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	I was instantly awake and startled.  I was no longer sleepy.  I rolled
over and looked up. There, standing not five feet from me, was Nicky.
	I was flabbergasted.  I was ready to freak out.  I just know that my
eyes were bugging out of my head.  I kept gasping for breath and unable
to say anything.  I was not sure I had heard him right.  My mind was
racing at a thousand miles an minute and seemed to be going nowhere. 
Did he just ask me what I thought he said.  No, I told myself, I must
have misunderstood him.
	"Um,  H..H..Hi Nicky."  I stuttered.  I just knew that I was blushing. 
And not just my face, but my whole naked body.  How much did he see.  I
was getting another hard on.  
	He asked the same question again in his soft, gentle voice.  He was
looking me square in the eyes with this questioning look on his face.
	I didn't know what to say.  Here I was absolutely naked in front of the
one whom I considered my best friend and for whom I had the most intense
feelings, having just had fantastic sex with another friend.  Had he
really seen me with my cock up inside Trevor?
	Do I tell him the truth?  Do I make up some story about Trevor and I? 
Again, I thought, just how much had he seen?  Did it really make any
difference?  I still wasn't sure that I had heard him right, and, if I
had, do I tell him exactly how I feel and do I tell him that I was
afraid of losing him?  All of that seemed to take less than five seconds
to run through my mind.  
	Nicky took a step nearer to me.  He looked pretty calm, but his eyes
had an intense look about them.  
	"Because I was scared, Nicky.  I was scared that you wouldn't like me
if I did anything with you.  I didn't want to lose your friendship," I
said.  "Your friendship means more to me than doing this kinda stuff
with you.  I didn't even know if you knew about such things, and I
didn't want to scare you away by even hinting about them."
	"I was hoping you would touch me the night you bought me the books," he
said.  "Do you remember?"
	"I most certainly do," I said,  "I could barely keep my hand from
touching you.  I wanted to touch you all over.  I wanted to touch you
down there.  But I was scared.  I was afraid that if I did anything with
you, you would not want to be my friend anymore."
	I finally looked around.  He must have walked all the way from his
apartment because I didn't see anything like a bike or anything that he
could have used.
	"Did you walk all the way here Nicky?" I asked.
	"Yeah," he answered.  "I was hoping that I would find you out here and
if not I would have gone back to the house and asked.  I wanted to go
swimming with you, and I wanted to do this other stuff with you."  He
blushed, hesitated, but then carried on.  "I hope you don't think that I
was trying to spy on you.  When I saw you with Trevor I just decided to
wait.  I really wanted to see you by yourself.  You both looked like you
were having so much fun that I didn't want to interrupt.  You're not mad
at me are you?"
	"Of course I am not angry with you," I said, "just a little bit
embarrased that you saw us doing that."  I chuckled and said, "Its just
that I have never had an audience before."
	He giggled a little bit also.  "It really looked awesome," he said.
	I blushed deeply.  I also found myself with another raging hard-on.  As
much as I like Trevor, there was nothing in this world to me that came
even half way to what I saw and felt for Nicky.
	"Can we go swimming together Paul?" he asked.  "I bought my swim suit,
its here in my back pack, but I would rather go naked with you.  And if
you want to afterwards maybe we could do some of the other stuff.  You
would have to teach me how because I have never done anything with
anyone before."
	"If that is what you want, then that is what we will do," telling
myself as much as telling Nicky.  "I would love to go skinny-dipping
with you, and if you would like to do that other stuff afterwards I
would very much like to show you how."
	Nicky took another step forward, took his backpack off and began to
pull his shirt out from his shorts while he kicked his shoes off.  I
looked at him.  He was swaying his hips a little from side to side. 
God, he was so sexy.  I asked him to stop.  He looked at me with a
question in his eye.
	"Because I would really like to undress you if I may?" I said.
	He nodded.  I crawled towards him on my knees.  He looked down at my
crotch and saw my "bar of steel" leading the way.
	As I got close, his eyes found mine and a little smile appeared on his
face.  I was hooked.  I could tell that he was nervous, but there was an
eagerness about him also.  There was nothing that I wouldn't do for this
boy.  Still looking in his eyes I began to unbutton his shirt and pulled
it down off his shoulders and to the ground.  I didn't even ask him if
he was sure that he wanted this to happen.  I could see it in his eyes.
	Without taking my eyes from his, I reached down and undid the button on
his shorts.  Pulling the zipper down, I could tell that he had an
erection.  Oh how I wanted to get my hands and my mouth on that.  But I
decided to take it nice and slow.  I wanted to enjoy this unveiling.  I
pulled his shorts slowly down his legs.  He lifted each leg as I pulled
them off and threw them on top of his shirt.  He was now left in just
his underwear and socks.  He had a small wet spot on them about the size
of a half-dollar.
	Tearing myself away from his gaze, I looked at his lips.  He was
licking them in nervousness.  I slowly leant forward and gave him a
gentle peck on those lips.  His arms went around my neck, and he pulled
us closer together.  The kiss became more passionate.  This time I
licked his lips for him and immediately afterwards he licked mine. 
After a minute or so of this I pushed the tip of my tongue through his
soft, slick lips and played with the tip of his tounge.  He spluttered
and pulled back.  He giggled.
	"That feels weird," he said.
	I smiled and said, "If you don't like it I won't do it again."
	"It's not that I don't like it," he said, "It's that I have never done
that before and it feels weird.  Of course I have never really kissed
anyone but my mom and I can tell you that she doesn't do THAT."  He
giggled again at his emphasis.  "Of course there is that little kiss you
gave me that day, but I don't think that counts."
	"May I do it again?" I asked.  "I think you taste wonderful."
	He blushed, and nodded his head.  I let him go for a minute and took
him by the hand and led him to the blanket.  I laid down and pulled him
on top of me.  My erection went between his thighs and just under his
scrotum (which were still encased inside his briefs, but I could feel
his own stiff cock against my stomach.
	His head came down and hesitantly our lips met.  My hands went under
the waistband of his briefs and I slowly started to rub and knead the
soft, smooth skin of his bottom.  This time his tongue found its way
into my mouth.  We slowly licked each others tounge and across each
others teeth.  We battled like this for a little while and he then
withdrew.  I gently took his lower lip between my teeth and nibbled on
it.  He tried to laugh and to say something but it all came out
garbled.  I let go and he couldn't stop laughing.  He layed his head on
my shoulder still spluttering with laughter.  I took his earlobe in my
mouth and nibbled on it.  He let out a moan.
	I could not keep it in.  I just had to say something.  "Oh, how
wonderful it feels to have you in my arms, Nicky. I want to hold you
there forever." I whispered into his ear.
	He jerked his head back and again looked me intensely in the eyes. 
Tears formed in his eyes and slowly rolled down his cheek.  "I have
never had a close friend before."
	He put his head on my shoulder again.  "I feel so safe being held like
this by you," he whispered into my ear.  "You are the first person that
I have ever felt safe and cared for with.  He tried to giggle again, but
it got mixed up with his snuffling and it came out this very awkward
noise.  We both began to giggle at that.  For the next ten minutes or so
I kissed and lipped just under his ear and he did the same to me.  One
of my hands was still rubbing and smoothing over his bottom and the
other was slowly rubbing up and down his back.  We were just very
content to lay there holding each other.
	I rolled the two of us until he was on his back.  I slowly kissed my
way down to his chest.  I kissed, nibbled, lipped and sucked his small
left teat.  It grew tight and pointed.  I moved to the right one and
repeated the performance.  I could feel his heart thumping inside his
ribs.  His throat was producing this sound half-way between a purr and a
moan.  Looking up I could see his eyes were closed and his neck was
arched against the blanket.  His hand came up and rested on the back of
my head.  As his fingers roamed through my hair he would push his chest
against me and pull my head harder into himself.  While keeping my
weight up off him with one arm my other hand had come up and was playing
with his other nipple.  
	Putting one hand down again to the blanket to hold myself just above
him, I kissed and licked my way down to his bellybutton.  I swabbed and
licked in and out of it.  I stuck the tip of my tongue inside this
truncated orifice to his body and slowly slipped my other hand inside
his briefs.  My fingers combed through his tiny patch of pubic hair and
finally found his rigid staff.
	Taking it gently in my fist, I slowly began to rub up and down.  As his
fore-skin moved back and forth over the glans, I could hear the soft
sounds of slickness from the pre-cum that leaked from the head.
	Letting go of him for a moment, I pushed down his underwear and exposed
him in all his glory.  It wasn't big and powerful.  It was just the
right size for his body.  What I considered just the perfect mouthful. 
Between the two of us we completely removed his briefs and he was naked
before my eyes.  What a glorious sight.
	Still slowly masturbating his so very, very soft but rigid penis, I
lifted my head and gazed with wonder along the entire length of his
body.  His eyes were once again open and, with a look of excitement and
wonder, were watching me.  He had this full grin on his lips and mewling
noises arising from his throat.  There was a slight tan line where his
precious treasures had been hidden from the sight of others.  I could
see that his scrotum was beginning to contract towards the base of his
wonderful body.  His twin eggs, about the size of small cherry tomatoes
were clearly outlined beneath the soft skin.
	I bent forward and took them between my lips and slowly tried
swallowing them.  With pre-cum seeping across my enclosed fist slowly
marking my cheek, I ran the rough texture of my tongue across his balls
as I sucked on them.  His mewling changed to a keening.  Not yet a
scream, but getting close.
	Releasing his twin balls of delight from between my lips with a sucking
sound, I flicked my tongue across his pre-cum slickened glans.  His body
responded with several twitches.  His keening took a higher note and
became more pronounced.
	I pulled the foreskin further down and, as I ran my tongue around the
rim of the head, I pulled the foreskin back over it.  My tounge was now
captured beneath the foreskin and was pushed harder against the
sensitive nerve endings that covered the top third of his wonderful
dick.
	Removing my hand, I allowed my lips to slowly masturbate his entire
length. Each time uncovering and then covering my tounge as it slowly
circumnavigated that glorious helmut shape.
	His body arched and I knew that he was about to ejaculate.  I had never
wanted anything so much as to have his juices exploding inside my
mouth.  I had just finished piercing his slit with the tip of my tongue
and slid my lips back down his entire length again, when with a body
wracking tremor he began unloading his essence inside me.  He let out a
scream and pushed himself further into my mouth.  Once. Twice. A third
time.  His back arching high in the air.  A final fourth tremor and
scream, and he collapsed back against the blanket.
	With a slurping sound I released his quickly deflating cock and pulled
myself up at the same time as I pulled Nicky closer to my chest.  I
could feel his heart beating at a million miles an hour, and his lungs
were rapidly gasping for air.
	As I gently and with closed lips tried to kiss him, he several times
tried to say something, but could not catch his breath enough to voice
anything.
	He slowly began to relax from his body's paroxyms.  His heart finally
achieved its normal rate of beating and his eyes closed.  With a big
smile on his lips he drifted off to sleep in my arms.  No words had been
exchanged between us.  None were needed.
	For fifteen or twenty minutes we lay there with Nicky clasped in my
arms.  His breath softly flowing in and out against my neck.  The first
sign that I had that he had awakened was as he moved his head and gently
took my earlobe between his teeth and began to nibble upon it.
	We both pulled back our heads at the same time.  Our eyes met.  I guess
some anxiety showed in my face.  His whole face lit up with a beautiful
smile and he leaned forward and softly kissed me on the lips.  Again no
words were exchanged.  With that understanding that comes from shared
emotions and feelings, I knew that my anxiety was unnecessary.
	We both scrambled up and ran into the water.  He dunked me, or I should
say I let him dunk me.  My body was certainly bigger and more powerful
than his, but I just loved letting him take control of the situation. 
He swam around me and, going underwater, pushed himself between my
legs.  He appeared not to be able to keep his hands off me.  As he went
through my legs he would run his hands up my thighs and over my scrotum
and cock.  He would stand in front of me for a few seconds and run his
hands across my chest and nipples.  Again he dived through my legs and
as he came up behind me he ran his hands up and over my buttocks.  He
was giving me goose bumps all over.  Even though the cool water had
taken care of my erection, I found myself getting hard again.  He
reached around and taking hold of my hard cock he gently stroked it a
couple of times.
	He quickly pulled his hand away.  I frowned and started to worry about
his freaking out.  Just as I was starting to say something that might
calm him down, he said, "Not now, but very, very soon."  He seemed to be
saying it more to himself than to me.  He came round the front and
wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in to kiss me.  He rubbed
himself against my body.  My hard-on found his and they rubbed
together.  I could feel myself approaching another blinding explosion.
	Pulling apart, Nicky grabbed my hand and pulled me back up onto the
beach.  He collapsed on the blanket and stretched his arms up towards
me.  Laying down beside him I wrapped my arms around his back and our
lips met once again.    
	Several minutes of this went by before I heard Nicky softly ask me if I
would do to him what Trevor and I had done and make love with him.  I
looked at him. I was really astonished.  I hadn't expected that.  
	"I want you inside me," he said.
	I pulled back and asked him if he was sure.  I tried to explain that it
was likely to hurt, especially the first time.
	He blushed, and shyly asked me if he could tell me something without me
laughing or making fun of him.  After I had assured him that he could,
he went on to tell me that ever since that evening when I had visited
him, he had been using a carrot stolen from his refrigerator to slowly
get himself used to having something inside himself.  I really did want
to laugh.  Not at him or because I thought he was silly. 	I wanted to
laugh in happiness.  I wanted to laugh with joy.  Joy and happiness in
the knowledge that this awesome being laying here with me, wanted me so
much that he was willing to make himself look ridiculous just for my
sake.
	Visions of Nicky flashed across my minds eye, of him lying there in bed
at night pushing a carrot in and out of himself.  I managed to keep a
straight face but not without difficulty.  
	But this vision also highly aroused me.  Even though, I am sure that he
could see the laughter in my eyes, I think he could see that I would
not, and could not make fun of him for this delicious glimpse of MY
Nicky.
	I just had to hold him and hug him and kiss him.  So I did.  I wanted
to taste him.  To drink in his beauty.  I wanted to give him anything
that I possibly could.  
	Looking at me through lowered eyelashes he said that he really, really
wanted me to do this.  I looked at his face and I saw that he was very
serious.  
	I got the lube from where I had thrown it and lubed a finger.  As I
went back to sucking on his earlobes and his lips, I gently inserted my
finger.  As the tip pushed through his sphincter, I felt him flinch a
little.  I stopped and rested it there.  As he relaxed I pushed it
further in.  It was not long before I was moving it in and out at a good
pace.  On the next outward movement I added a second finger.  This time
he only moaned.  I slowly pushed them both in as far as I could go. 
This time I deliberately bumped against his prostate.  He moaned loudly
and humped up against my body.  I gradualy forced my fingers apart to
stretch his muscles and not many more minutes later was able to add a
third finger.  His back was now arching into mine almost constantly.
	"Please, please," he said.  "I am now ready.  I want you."
	I pulled my fingers out and moved down below him as he brought his legs
up towards his chest.  I rubbed some more lube in and around his hole. 
He was now constantly moaning and mewling.  As I got into position, I
took a large glob of lube and spread it all over my throbbing hard-on. 
I found myself having to be very careful or I was going to orgasm before
I had even got inside him.
	He put his legs over my shoulders and as I stretched out over him
putting a hand on either side of his body, he took hold of me with one
hand and guided me in.
	Other than one small flinch and a quick gasp from Nicky, the next
second found my glans inside his muscle that protected his interior.  I
held myself still for as long as I could.  Partly for my sake, since I
was very close to cumming, and partly for Nicky's sake so that he could
get used to the invasion of his body.
	As I very slowly began to sink into him, Nicky pushed his his beautiful
butt upwards.  I pushed in maybe an inch and again stopped.  I slowly
pulled back and again slowly moved back in.  Inch, by very slow inch, I
pushed a little bit ahead.  Nicky's eyes were closed.  His face did not
seem to reflect any pain, it appeared more to be concentration.  The
inside of him was hot.  It felt almost like a double sleeve.  As my
pushing into him pushed back my foreskin and I delved a little further
forward, the loose skin would move forward also, aided by the
lubricant.  As I pulled back I not only felt the pressure and warmth
from his bowels, but that loose skin, acting as a second hot sleeve
would double the pleasure.  
	I finally reached bottom.  I just had to stop or else I would explode
well before we wanted me too.  Without his telling me, I just knew that
Nicky did not want this to end too soon.  His powerful muscles that
controlled his bowels were squeezing me up and down the length of my
cock.  I have no idea if it was a natural reaction or if he was
consciously causing it, but his muscles were having a rippling effect
from one end to the other.  As soon as I reached the nadir and came to a
halt, his muscles started to slow.  
	Nicky pulled me towards himself, and relaxing my arms, I lowered myself
to lay upon his chest.  My weight did not seem to bother him.  He
smothered my face in kisses and, as soon as his lips found mine our
tongues met in my mouth.  This was not some hurried, frenzied exchange,
but rather a slow exploration of each others teeth, gums and the
raspiness of our taste buds.
	I am not even sure, now, how much later it was, but Nicky began to push
his pelvis against my stomach.  If his own cock had gone flaccid during
my entry, I know not, but it was now hard and erect between our
stomachs.  Taking his pushes as a sign that he was ready to bring our
coupling to a climax, I slowly began to move in and out.  Starting with
barely a half inch at a time and a slight circular motion, I proceeded
to perform that age old act of "making love".
	On my inward strokes I could feel my hyper-sensitive glans rub over his
prostate.  Every forward shove was producing a keening from him, which
climbed the scale as we proceeded.  Even though it had not been long
since last I had performed this act with Trevor, and was still moving at
a slow pace, I could feel my scrotum pulling close to my body and the
precursor throbbings of my shaft, telling me that I was getting close to
expelling my juices once again.
	I am sure that Nicky could feel it also, because he reached down and
pushed his hand against my buttocks bringing me once again to a stand
still.  
	"This is what has been missing in my life," he said softly.  "For the
first time I feel like a whole person.  I really thought that this was
just going to be a 'fuck', but I think that I finally understand what it
means to "make love".
	Once again we began to move in co-ordination.  Nicky began to suck and
nibble on my neck.  I just knew that I was going to wind up with one big
hickey, but I didn't give a damn.
	Our movements became more rapid.  We both understood that this was the
time that we would not be able to forestall our explosions.  His
clenching interior muscles were like a tight fist around my throbbing
erection, only warmer.  I clenched my teeth as I approached my orgasm,
and Nicky's keening and moaning got louder and louder.
	The only thing my throat could produce was a very raspy repitition of
Nicky's name.  With a loud scream of pleasure Nicky bucked and blasted
his essence between our bodies.  My cock was being massaged by what felt
like a million separate, clasping fingers.  With a last loud scream of
"Oh, Niiiiicccckkky," I blasted his insides with everything that was in
me.  It seemed as though it lasted hours.
	I collasped on him and we both lay there jerking, twitching and
shivering with our mutual orgasm.  I had never felt anything so
intense.  Even minutes later we would find our bodies twitching every so
often.  Then every muscle in my body seemed to collapse at one time.
	I went to push myself off Nicky.  But he held on tightly.  He begged me
to stay.  Not to move.  I could feel my cock going soft inside him, but
he somehow was using his muscles to keep me there.  Finally our
breathing reached an almost normal rate.
	Pulling his lower legs back up beside his head, Nicky asked if I could
twist around and come up behind him without pulling myself out of him. 
We tried, and as I slowly moved around, Nickly clenched his sphincter
and was able keep us from separating.  He was now spooned against my
chest and my cock was still lodged inside his wonderful body.
	We lay there for about ten minutes, me kissing the back of his neck and
just below his ear.  My hand and fingers were slowly running up and down
his chest and down into the sticky residue of his orgasm.  As I rubbed
over and gently pinched his nipples, his ass muscles again began to
massage my penis back into erection.  I couldn't believe it.  So many
orgasms in a row and here he was getting me hard and ready for another
round.
	I reached down with my hand and found that he was hard also.  As he
began to slowly move back and forth on my embedded cock, I masturbated
his beautiful rod with the same cadence.
	It was something that I had never experienced before and I am sure that
Nicky had not either.  I had never felt 'at one' with someone like
this.  What I felt, I was sure that he felt.  Our bodies were
synchronistical.  Again, long before I ever thought it was possible, we
approached the apex.  Both of us were grunting.  Our panting and
grunting came closer and closer together.  As Nicky's body began to
convulse and his cock began to spurt, my own orgasm overtook me.  I
pushed myself forward as far as I could as Nicky pushed back as far as
he could.  Although the amount we ejaculated was dimished our spasming
bodies convulsed as hard as they had during our first orgasm.
	We finally fell apart.  All I could do was roll on my back in
exhaustion.  I couldn't believe how lax every muscle in my body was. 
Where Nicky found the energy to turn on his side and lay his head on my
shoulder, I have no idea.  

	As we lay there, him curled beside me with his head on my shoulder, one
arm across my chest and his leg across my thigh, I thought about what we
had done.  Or more to the point, I thought about what his mother might
think about what we had done if she ever found out.  Nicky had told me
how much he had wanted it to happen and how much he had enjoyed it.  In
fact he had said that it was more than enjoyment, that he felt whole for
the first time.  But I was wondering how I would act the next time I saw
his mother.  Could I keep feelings of guilt from showing on my face. 
She was so protective of him.  I was beginning to feel very worried.
	Even now, without having faced his mother yet, I guess it showed on my
face, because Nicky asked what was bothering me.
	How do I answer him without lying to him.  I had never felt guilty
about having sex before.  I really shouldn't call it just sex.  It was
much more than that.  And I could not really call it "love", I didn't
think that I knew what love was.  
	I cared for Nicky a great deal.  I knew that I wanted this again with
Nicky. I knew that I really wanted him around.  I knew that I wanted him
in my life.  But I didn't think that I was ready for a committed
relationship.  I didn't think I was ready for a "one and only" lover.  I
really wanted to help other guys near my own age who had problems.  To
be completely honest I wanted to have sex with other guys, but I also
wanted Nicky.  Shit!! What was I going to do.  More importantly, what
was I going to tell Nicky.  I didn't want to lie to him.
	I suddenly realized that I had, except for the money, got everything I
wanted by being completely honest and aboveboard.  I decided to tell him
exactly how I felt.
	"Nicky," I said.  "What we just did was absolutely fantastic, and I
want to do it again and again."
	"But....?" Nicky asked.  He knew that was not all I wanted to say.
	"I have to be honest with you," I said.  He was about to say something
and I gently put a finger to his lips, stopping him.  "I love you Nicky,
but I feel we..."  I hesitated.  "No, I feel that "I" am too young to be
in a single committed relationship.  YOU are my best friend, and I do
love you very, very much, but I am not going to lie to you and say that
I don't want sex with other guys."  He lay there looking at me.
	"I love you, Paul," he said.  "And I am not sure of all that I am
feeling myself right now.  I feel that in time we will become lovers. 
When I told my mother how I felt about you and what I wanted us to do,
she said, I should look around and experiment with other guys or even
girls."
	"YOUR MOTHER KNOWS?"  I gasped out in amazement.  "She knows about us?"

End of Part 5