THE SECRETS BETWEEN MEN AND BOYS by John P Copyright© 2012 Being 14 years old was not easy. Things were happening to me that I was too embarrassed to ask about. Why was I often dreaming about boys? Why did I like to see my classmates naked in the showers at school? I hated gym lessons but I couldn't wait for the ordeal to be over so that I could watch each boy's dick as he washed himself in the communal showers. It was addictive; I just couldn't stop myself doing it. As each one turned around, I got to see his lovely little bottom too. I knew that I wasn't alone in doing this. There were 6 or 7 other boys who surreptitiously watched the others in the same way that I did. When our eyes met, our faces flushed a deep red and we looked away quickly. We couldn't speak of it, of course, because that would have invited somebody to label us as a queer or a homo. But the others, like me, became aroused and we all tried to hide our growing erections from the other boys in our class. At night in my bed, my hand always stroked my ever-present stiffy as I thought about one of the boys I'd seen and it developed into imagining my hands touching his sex while we kissed each other. In my fantasy, we would cling to each other as we enjoyed mutual masturbation and soon my dick would begin to spew the weak spunk that I had started making more than a year earlier. Once the shuddering had stopped, I would look down at the little pools of spunk on my belly and run my fingers through the slimy cum, feeling it's texture and, lately, bringing my fingers to my mouth to taste it. ’Do other boys taste their spunk too?' I wondered. Years ago, Mum had divorced the "waste of space" who had been my dad but it was no great loss as I barely remembered him anyway. The "boyfriends" she brought home after that were nothing to do with me and their stays were often brief and, for me, uneventful. Some were nice to me, trying, I now realised, to ingratiate themselves with my mother but mostly I felt like I was in the way as each tried to get her into the bedroom for activities I didn't fully understand at the time. All I knew is that there was much grunting and moaning when they were in there together. Derek was the latest one and she'd been going out with him for 5 weeks. He was nice enough, I suppose. He was tall, about 6' 1" and slim, clean-shaven and always smelled of Imperial Leather, that nice soap with the square sticker in the middle of it which we used in our house. He was an electrical contractor who moved around the country from one building site to the next, installing the wiring. He stayed in bed and breakfast establishments and had not been home for almost 6 months. I often had to let him in when he called because Mum could never be ready on time to go out. Unlike all the others, he seemed to be genuinely nice and showed interest in what I did at school. I didn't mention the boys in the shower, of course: I wouldn't want him thinking I was a bum-boy! This night, he had come to take Mum to a rock-n-roll concert and, as always, she wasn't ready. I let him in and went back to the modelling I was doing. I was putting together a plastic kit of a German WW2 fighter and struggling with a couple of the tiny bits which wouldn't go where they needed to. He watched from a chair nearby as my frustration increased and when he eventually spoke, it was to ask, "Can I help, Johnny? I used to make a lot of these when I was a kid." My temper was at the point of boiling over and I said sulkily, "If you like. I can't do it!" He brought his chair next to mine and studied the diagram which went with the kit. After a minute, he said, "I think I can see what's wrong. You've got this bit the wrong way round," and he pointed to a strut on the undercarriage. "Can I do it or do you want to fix it yourself?" "You can do it if you want," I said and watched as he carefully pulled off the bit that was wrong, turned it around and cemented it in place. "Try that other part now," he said and I tried again to fit the part which I had struggled with. Of course it fit properly then. He watched as I fitted the next piece in place and when Mum came down, he didn't jump up and start fussing around her. Instead, he said to her, "Hang on, Angela. Important work to do here first!" and he watched closely as I checked the fit of the next piece to the fuselage. Once I knew it would fit, I reached for the polystyrene cement and then realised that I would need 3 hands to do that bit. "Just a minute. Let me hold it steady and then you can cement it," Derek offered and he stood up behind me and reached over me with both hands to hold the piece in place. The aroma of Imperial Leather wafted in my nostrils as he stood over me but the acetate odour of polystyrene cement soon blocked it out. With both hands free, I was able to bring the cement exactly where I wanted it and, once applied, he held it steady until the cement began to harden. Mum seemed rather impatient to be going but Derek took no notice until he had finished what we started. When he released it, it was stuck fast. Looking up at him, I said gratefully, "Thanks, Derek," and he smiled down at me. "It's a pleasure, Johnny. I always loved doing these kits." As they were going out of the door, Mum was complaining about being late but he turned his head to look at me and rolled his eyes upwards. He was alright, this one. I wondered if she'd scare him off like all the others. They came in about 11:30 and Mum was semi-drunk again. Tipsy, she used to call that state. To her, drunk was when you fell down unconscious. Derek was sober compared to Mum and, after she'd groped the front of his pants twice, he decided to take her up to bed. He always stayed the night. It was quiet up there so he must have been undressing her and getting her into bed. I was tired too and I locked the doors, making sure that everything electrical was switched off before I went upstairs myself. I climbed the stairs quietly, trying not to make unnecessary noise and as I passed Mum's bedroom door, I heard whispering. I shouldn't have listened but I was a nosy kid. They were moaning a bit and I imagined he was fucking her. I was 14: I knew about those things. I was going to move on to my room when I heard something which brought me up sharp and, not believing what I thought I'd heard, I stayed to listen some more. There it was again! Derek whispered it again! "Lick it, Angela! Pull the foreskin back and lick my knob!" and I heard Mum go, "Mmmm." Then he whispered, "Suck it, Angie!" I stayed outside the door to listen, my eyes popping out of my head as the pictures formed in my mind of what must be going on in there. It can't be! Mum wouldn't do what he whispered! It wasn't real, was it? I'd heard about cocksuckers at school but I thought it was just something made-up. I mean, nobody put a dick in their mouth, did they? It would be disgusting anyway, wouldn't it? It's what we pissed out of, wasn't it? It would taste awful, yucky! After hearing nothing more until the bed started to creak, I went off to my room and spent a long time thinking about how awful it would be if somebody forced me to put a dick in my mouth. The trouble was that I started to think about some of the boys at school doing something like that and it made my dick stiff even before I started to stroke it. Completely wide awake, my mind raced with the pictures that my imagination conjured up. Just me and Kevin naked in the showers after gym class. The warm water cascades over us and we watch each other using the soap on our bodies. It's Imperial Leather. Everybody else from our class has gone. I watch his dick and it's stiff. He watches my eyes fixed on his groin and I can't look away. He pulls back his foreskin and he looks straight at me, waiting for something to happen. He says softly, "Do you want to touch it, Johnny? Nobody's here to see us. Feel how hard it is. Look at my knob!" He moves a couple of steps towards me but my eyes don't leave his erection. My own dick is hard and I don't hide it from his gaze. I pull back my foreskin too and he looks approvingly at it. "Can I touch you, Johnny? Can I feel you?" I can hardly hear him but I can see his lips moving. They look full and soft, and I have an overwhelming desire to kiss them. He takes another step towards me and suddenly I'm scared. If we touch each other, we'll be queer, we'll be bum-boys! But we're alone. Nobody needs to know if we touch each other... and I want to touch him, to kiss him. We're 3 feet apart now and his eyes are fixed on my lips. Will he kiss me? 'Oh yes, Kevin, please kiss me!' I want to say to him. Would that be going too far? Would he run? Would I run if he actually tried to put his lips to mine? I move forward a step and he's within reach now. As I reach out slowly to touch his stiffness, his hand comes to my erection and I feel the warmth which comes from his palm as he takes my length into it. His skin is soft but the shaft is hard and it pulses in my hand. It feels hot in my hand and I pull his foreskin gently forward so that it almost covers his knob. Then I pull it back and his knob is uncovered. It's large and deep red, just like mine, and there's a drop of clear stuff at his pee-slit. I touch it with a fingertip and spread it over his knob. His eyes meet mine and we each look at the other's lips again. I move my head towards his, anxious to taste those full lips. He moves his head too and suddenly our lips are touching and my head spins at the sensation. I close my eyes and I feel his free hand go behind my head as he begins to slowly and rhythmically wank my dick. My hand goes behind his head too and we come together, our bodies touching as we each masturbate the other. He's pushing his tongue at my lips but I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I've never kissed anybody before. I just relax my lips and he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly Mum and Derek are each side of us in the shower. Mum whispers into my ear, "If you love him, Johnny, you have to suck his dick." With her words in my ear, I start sucking Kevin's tongue. "Yes, love," says Mum, "just like that. Suck his dick just like that." Derek's whispering something into Kevin's ear but I can't make out what he's saying. Suddenly Kevin begins to take his warm tongue from my mouth but I try to suck it harder because I don't want this tongue-kissing to stop. Kevin looks deep into my eyes and he whispers, "Lick it, Johnny! Pull the foreskin back and lick my knob! Suck it, Johnny!" and Mum whispers, "Kneel down, love. Take it in your mouth." As I sink to my knees, Derek whispers again to Kevin. I'm still looking into Kevin's soft eyes as he puts his hand behind my head and he gently pulls my head towards his stiffness. My lips are touching his knob now but I hesitate. He mouths, "Please, Johnny!" and Derek watches as I tentatively stick out my tongue to taste the slimy wetness already there. It's pre-cum, just like I make when I wank myself. It tastes like mine too. Derek starts to push Kevin's bum forward and his knob pushes through my lips and suddenly my mouth is filled. Mum's voice is in my ear again. "Wank yourself, Johnny. Wank while you suck him," she whispers as she kneels beside me. 'I'm cumming! I'm cumming!' I scream silently and my eyes close as my balls pull up into my groin and my cum begins. My body spasmed and went rigid, and my heels dug into the mattress. I groaned and panted as my dick began spewing out spunk. In the gloom of my bedroom, with my pyjama pants around my knees and my pyjama jacket flung open, I watched through slitted eyes as my dick pulsed. My balls throbbed and my shaft jerked between my fingers, and the hot slimy spunk formed little pools on my belly. When it finally stopped jerking, I had to stop stroking it because of the over-sensitivity I always felt after these nightly episodes. I moved my hand to the tiny pearly pools and trailed the tips of 2 fingers through them. As always, it was warm and slippery, and when I brought my fingers to my mouth, I savoured the taste before swallowing it. Wanking always made me feel drowsy and I drifted off into sleep. The light filtered through the thin white curtains in my bedroom and I glanced at the clock. Half past seven. Sounds of activity came from the bedroom next to mine. It sounded like Derek was doing things with Mum again. My pyjama pants and jacket were how I had left them last night and my soft dick just lay there on my belly, the crinkled foreskin covering my knob. My hand went down automatically and I just took the shaft between my fingers, idly playing with it and listening to what was happening next door. Suddenly Uncle George came into my mind. He and Aunty Rose looked after me while Mum worked the evening shifts and when Aunty Rose went to bingo twice a week, I was left at home with my uncle. I was 9 then, I think. Once she had gone out, he got me to sit on his knee while we watched TV together. His hand would creep to the front of my pants and he'd slowly undo the buttons on my flies and put his hand inside. As he played with my little dick, he would kiss my hair and I would cuddle up closer because what he did felt really good. He would play with it, stroking it until I shuddered, and then he'd go to the bathroom. Then it would always be a while before he came down again and then he'd do up my flies and we'd just sit normally after that. It carried on for over 2 years until Mum's shifts were changed and she didn't need anybody to baby-sit in the evenings. I was sort of disappointed when Uncle George couldn't play with my dick any more. It was from that moment that I regretted not having a man around to do things to me. But I'd started playing with myself when I was 11 and, although it didn't feel as good, it was better than nothing. Whatever Derek was doing with Mum, it made her moan louder, and then I heard her say, "Cum in me, Derek! Shoot your spunk in me!" I pictured him doing Mum, pushing his dick in her, and my dick started to thicken in my hand. I couldn't help myself; I started to wank, listening hard to what was happening in the next room. I could hear him panting and moaning, and I tried to imagine what his cock might look like as he pushed it in her. It must be bigger than mine because he's an adult but how big does an adult cock get? If his spunk went inside her, wouldn't she have another baby? Thinking about them made me harder and I began to wank faster, watching the drop of pre-cum that had formed at my pee-slit. I wanted to taste it and I swiped my thumb over it and put it to my mouth to lick it off. The creaking of the bed became louder and I was close to cumming myself. Suddenly the creaking stopped and I heard him groan. He was cumming! He was shooting his cum into Mum! All the muscles around my groin suddenly tensed and my dick spasmed, and the first gob of my spunk shot out of my pee-slit. Through gritted teeth, I groaned aloud and panted. My bum left the mattress and my hips were in mid-air as my dick continued jerking, and more hot spunk shot out and splattered on my belly. 'Oh Derek! Look what you're doing to me!' I said to myself and, as the pulsing of my dick lessened, I wondered what possessed me to think that. Once it was all over, my muscles relaxed and I lay flat again on my bed. I scooped up my spunk and tasted it again. Did Derek ever do this too or was it just me being weird? It had been a strange taste the first time I'd done it but I quite liked the nastiness of doing it now. All was quiet next door so it must have been over in there too. My dick was soft now and I wondered if the same thing happened to adults. Was Derek looking down at his soft cock too or was it still buried in Mum? What must it feel like for Mum when he pushes his hard thing up inside her? Does it hurt? She must like it because she keeps doing it. What does it feel like for Derek? What must it feel like when you push your dick into a woman's cunt? I couldn't ask any of my classmates because none of them would know, would they? Suddenly there was movement next door and shortly after, the door opened. Somebody went to the bathroom; it was probably Mum. She had to work a shift starting at 8:30 today and it was 7:50 now, according to my clock. I wanted the bathroom myself so I dressed quickly and waited for Mum to finish. When I heard her open the bathroom door, I came out of my room and headed there. As I passed their door, I looked in. Derek was lying on top of the rumpled bed-sheets, naked and with his eyes closed, while Mum was sat at the dressing table, getting ready for work. I stopped dead in my tracks because I saw his cock lying on his belly. It was soft... and fucking enormous! I just stood there gawking at it, just thinking about how it might feel in my hand. There was thick hair around the base of it and also around the big ball-sac underneath. Suddenly I felt weak. This was a man, a real man, and he was in our house! Jesus! What a man! My hand went down to my pyjama bottoms and I felt my dick through the cotton and stroked it. I was getting hard again! I don't know how long I stood there but something made me look at his face. His eyes were open and he was watching me! Oh God! He was watching me play with myself while my eyes were fixed on his manhood. I felt my face burn and I moved fast to get away from the doorway and into the bathroom. In the safety of the bathroom, with the door firmly locked, I sat on the toilet lid and replayed what had just happened. How long had he been watching me drooling over his cock? What else had he seen me doing? I'd been standing there, wanking myself while looking at his cock! He must have seen it all, everything! Would he tell Mum what I'd done? What would SHE say if she knew? What would HE say to me about it? Would he think I was a bum-boy? Should I apologise to him or just say nothing and hope that he'd forget it? Al these questions raced through my mind and my panic was increasing by the minute. Please, God, let the earth swallow me up! I don't know how long I hid in the bathroom but Mum banged on the door and asked how much longer I was going to be in there. She had to go to work and will I get my own breakfast and she would be home around 6. I said weakly, "OK," and I heard her footsteps as she started to go downstairs. I couldn't go out there until Derek had left, that was certain. I just couldn't face him. Ten minutes later, I heard his footsteps leaving Mum's bedroom and going downstairs. A minute later, I heard the front door slam. He'd gone! I was safe, at least for now! I washed myself, face, hands and dick, and brushed my teeth before opening the door and going to my bedroom to put on clean underpants, my pants and T-shirt. I didn't need socks or shoes because I wasn't going out. I went downstairs to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast and Derek was sat there silently, waiting for me! Oh God! I stood there dumbly with my mouth open. He stood up and asked, "What do you fancy for breakfast?" but I couldn't answer him. I wanted to run, to hide from him, but he didn't look mad, in fact he didn't look bothered at all. "How about bacon and eggs? I'm making some for myself," he said and I nodded dumbly. He turned around and started searching the cupboards for frying pan, eggs and bacon. "Tea or coffee?" he asked and I said quietly, "Tea, please." "OK. Tea coming up. Aren't you going to sit down?" he said cheerily. He turned back to the cooker, put fat into the pan and turned on the kettle. Tea was put into teacups and he started the cooking. Five minutes later, a cup of tea was placed before me and he said, "Bread and butter with your bacon and eggs?" and I nodded. As I drank my tea, I was thinking about what to say if he mentioned what I'd done. It was no good; I couldn't think of any excuse for what he'd caught me doing. Less than 10 minutes later, he slid a plate in front of me and took another for himself. As we ate, he asked me how the model of the German plane was going. I told him OK and he said he'd like to see it after breakfast. Then he asked me how things were at school and suddenly I was on my guard. "What do you mean?" I asked guardedly, thinking he was asking about the naked boys I liked to watch after gym. He looked surprised at my question and asked about maths and English lessons in particular. I breathed a sigh of relief and then told him how it was mostly going alright. There was a silence and then, out of the blue, he said, "I wish I was your age again." "How old are you now?" I asked and he replied, "33." "Why do you wish you were 14 again?" I asked, intrigued to hear the answer. I couldn't wait to be grown up and able to do what I wanted. "Well," he said, "things were simpler then. Apart from my mother, there were no women or girls around, apart from at school." Puzzled, I asked, "What's wrong with women and girls?" He moved his head closer and said, "Nothing but there are things that we like to do and we don't want women to know about them. They're different to us, Johnny. They often don't understand us or what we need so it's best to keep those things from them. You know, just keep them secret between us men." I felt like puffing my chest out. 'Us men,' he said and he included me in it! But what did he mean exactly? Keep what secret? When I asked, he said, "Often men want to be together without women." When I looked foxed, he started to tell me a story. "When I was 12," he began, "I used to play out all the time when I wasn't at school. My mother didn't mind because she knew I would be safe. Dad had been killed in the war and it was just me and her after that. I played with other boys, usually in the woods, and we did all the things that boys of 12 do but one of our friends was 14 and he showed me things when we were on our own." "What things?" I asked, thinking perhaps he was talking about birds nests or where badgers lived. "His name was Frank and he was a lot bigger than I was, a farmer's son. I thought he was really grown up and I felt special because he was nice to me. He showed me round his dad's farm, let me touch the animals and everything. I noticed that he often had his hand in his pocket and was playing with his dick but I didn't say anything. Sometimes, he'd get it out and have a piss and he always turned towards me so that I could watch. I always watched him because it was much bigger than mine and he had hair around it. It always made me feel kind of funny, kind of excited by it." His story was making me kind of excited too and I could feel my own dick stirring in my pants. I started blushing too, thinking about him watching another boy's dick. He went on, "Anyway, this one time he started stroking it after he'd pissed, you know, wanking himself and I just couldn't tear my eyes away from what he was doing. His dick became real hard and I couldn't believe how big it got. His hand went faster and suddenly he groaned and this white stuff shot out of his prick and scared me. I thought something was wrong with him and I wondered where I would need to run to for help." He took a sip of tea. "Before I had chance to do anything, he said it was OK, it was normal. Then he explained what it was that had shot out. He called it 'spunk' and said it's what gave women babies. I was fascinated and I kept looking at the drop of 'spunk' which hung from his pee-slit. When he said I could feel it myself, I touched it and it felt slippery between my thumb and forefinger. After that, he did the same thing every time we were together and I watched him. It wasn't long before he suggested I do it for him and I wanted to. It felt great to have his cock in my hand and he cuddled me while I wanked him." I couldn't believe it! But there was more! "Once his dad found out, he used to come into the barn with us. Then we'd all get naked and play with each other. His dad taught me how to kiss properly and how to suck cock. His dad really liked to suck my little dick and Frank always liked to wank his dad off while he watched what he did to me. I still remember to this day how much spunk his dad used to make. Sometimes he came in my mouth and it took a while before I learned to swallow it all without choking. Those were happy days, Johnny!" he said and he seemed to go off into reverie, smiling to himself as he remembered that early time in his life. My dick was hard then, made stiff by Derek's story of his sex experiences with another boy and a man. "But didn't that make you a... homo, a bum-boy?" I asked and I could have bitten my tongue as soon as I realised what I had said. He looked at me then and smiled. "Most men like doing stuff with boys and other men but it's always kept secret. Many are married but they never give up their love of cock. They keep that life separate from their life with women and girls. Tell me, Johnny, who was I with last night?" "Well... Mum," I said, confused. "Exactly. Homos or bum-boys don't have sex with women, do they? I would never share any of this with your mum but I've shared it with you. You won't tell on me, will you?" He was smiling but I saw the unease in his eyes. "Of course I won't," I said and I felt like a co-conspirator as he squeezed my hand. "Good. This is what I meant about keeping things from women, Johnny," he said softly. "Men and boys like to have time together but women don't understand it so it's better that they don't know what we do. It doesn't mean we don't like women." Suddenly his explanation seemed so simple. "You mean... you still do this now you're a man?" I asked, unable to believe that a real man like him would do sex things with other men or... with boys! "All the time, Johnny," he said. "But you have to keep it to yourself. Women must never know what we do." What did that mean, 'what WE do'? Surely he didn't mean me and him! My dick lurched as I thought about the possibilities. The picture I had in my mind of his cock in the bedroom this morning suddenly excited me again. He began to speak again, this time more softly. "I saw you this morning, Johnny, at the bedroom door." Suddenly my face went beet-red and I turned away so he wouldn't see it. At once, he took my hand in his. "It's alright. I'm not angry. If I'm honest, I liked you looking at me. It made me excited that you liked what you saw." I looked at him although I still felt embarrassed about it. "Really?" I asked, unable to believe that I wasn't in trouble. "Yes," he said, "really! I was kind of hoping you might let me see you someday. You look good with your clothes on and I bet you look really cute when you're naked." I was flattered and embarrassed but he took my feeling of awkwardness away by standing up and saying, "Let's get this stuff washed up. Then maybe we can look at your plane again," and he released my hand and went to the sink. "I'll wash and you can dry, OK?" and he smiled at me. After all the pots were washed and put away, he said, "I need a bath. Somebody stayed in the bathroom this morning," and here he smiled then grimaced at me, "and I couldn't get in there. Let me take a quick dip and I'll be down to help you with the plane." Then he left me and went upstairs, and I heard the water running as he began to run the bath. When the water stopped running 5 minutes later, I knew he'd step into the warm water and, just for a second, I wished I could be in the bathroom to see him. Left in the kitchen on my own, I thought more about what he'd told me and it made me tremble a bit. Was it really how he said it was? Was there really a kind of understanding between men and boys like he said? I certainly felt a kind of connection with some of the boys at school, especially Kevin. Then I remembered the other boys in the changing rooms after gym lessons who liked to watch our naked classmates. That meant that it wasn't just me being weird. It sounded like Derek could be right but I just couldn't see myself daring to try and touch Kevin. What if he was horrified and said no? "Johnny!" came the shout from upstairs. "Where are the towels?" and I went to the bottom of the stairs to shout up to him, "White cupboard, right hand side!" and I went into the living-room, sitting at the table. And there was Derek now, of course. I had seen his cock earlier in Mum's bedroom and had felt a warm tingle in my balls as I imagined what I might do if I got the chance to touch it. Would he let me feel it? Would he want to feel me up as well? I trembled again at the prospect of what might happen between us but I still couldn't quite believe that he would want to do things with a boy like me. A minute later came the shout, "There aren't any," and I remembered Mum hadn't done the ironing. The washing pile would still be in the outhouse, waiting for her to iron them and put them away. "Hang on a second," I shouted upstairs. "I'll go and find them." I found the enormous pile of dry clothes and started searching until I found one of the bath-towels, and I pulled it out and headed for the stairs with it. When I opened the bathroom door, he was stood there, dripping on the carpet. I couldn't look away from his cock; I really couldn't tear my eyes away from it. I stood there, my mouth open and the towel in my hand. It wasn't until seconds later that he brought me out of my stupor by saying softly, "Do you want to dry my back?" and he turned so that his back was towards me. As I reached up to start drying his shoulders, I felt excitement. I'd never touched a man before and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to act around him. I could feel his muscles through the fluffy towel and I tried to stop my hands from shaking as I moved the towel downwards towards the small of his back. Soon I would reach his buttocks and I wasn't sure if I could do it. When it came the time, I knelt down and dried each buttock but he had parted his legs and, as I plucked up the courage to dry his brown rosebud, I couldn't help also noticing his big hairy ball-sac hanging down between his legs. I pushed the towel between his legs and dried him from his bum-hole to the back of his ball-sac and I watched his balls moving as I moved them gently to dry each one. Then I took the whole ball-sac into the palm of my hand and hefted it. His balls were heavy! I stayed with the towel too long in that area and forgot about the backs of his legs until I suddenly realised that I was stroking his balls! With a red face, I left his balls alone and dried the back of his legs. Then he turned around and, because I was still kneeling, 6 inches of soft thick cock was no more than a foot away from my face. Oh God! Oh God! His foreskin covered his large knob, hanging over by almost an inch, and I was unable to look away. I knelt there, like an idiot, gawking at the first adult penis I had ever seen. It hung down and was surrounded at its base by thick dark hair and, when I saw the droplets of water in it, it suddenly occurred to me that he needed the towel to dry his front. Red-faced, I stood and looked up into his face. "Do you want to dry my front too?" he whispered and his voice made me tingle inside. I couldn't answer him but he handed me the towel again and stood still as I began to dry his chest. It was moderately hairy and he had these unusual nipples which stood out almost an inch. I'd never seen anything like it before and I lingered with the towel over them, noticing that they were becoming hard under my fingers. As I traversed south down his body, I was approaching the object of my desire and I wanted to get to it quickly. As I reached the hair above his cock, I took one hand from the towel and made a pretence of separating the hairs with my fingers before drying it with the towel in my other hand. And then it was time! I looked up into his face first and, seeing no refusal in his eyes, I reached for his cock with my fingers. It felt warm and soft in my hand but I thought I detected a thickening when I touched it. I felt the shaft, touched it with my fingers as if it were precious, and I felt it lurch. Gaining courage, I began to pull back the foreskin. There it was again; another slight jerk! It was becoming hard in my hand! The length and thickness made me stare in awe at it but the lengthening was making the big knob come out of its skin and soon his foreskin rolled behind the head. I brought my other hand up then and touched my finger to the knob, running it all around the shiny red taut skin while I held back his foreskin with my other fist. It had to be bigger than 7 inches and my fingers wouldn't meet because of its thickness. Uninvited, I started to move the foreskin slowly back and forth. I was so busy with what I was doing that I hadn't looked into his face but when I did, his eyes were half-closed. Suddenly his eyes opened and he whispered, "Let me see you, Johnny! Take your clothes off!" Reluctantly I let go of his manhood and began to strip as fast as I could. When I was naked, I stood before him and waited. His eyes were on me and, although I felt embarrassed, I felt an excitement I had never experienced before. I was letting a man look at my nakedness, letting him devour my body with his eyes. Suddenly he knelt in front of me and kissed my chest! His hands went behind me and cupped my bum, feeling my buttocks and pulling them apart. I felt his warm breath on a nipple and I jumped as his mouth covered it. He used his tongue to lick the nipple while he kneaded my bum-cheeks and I trembled as the new sensations washed over me. I could feel my dick stiffening against him, his chest-hair tickling my knob as he licked and sucked my hard nubbin His warm hands felt surprisingly good on me and I didn't become alarmed when he extended one of his fingers and touched my little bum-hole as he worked my buttocks gently. Then his mouth moved to my other nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, licking it and nipping it gently between his teeth. My dick was completely stiff then, the full 4 inches, but what he was doing to me aroused me so much that I was no longer embarrassed by my erection. Without thinking, I brought my hand to the back of his head and held him to me, running my fingers through his hair. His finger was probing my hole, the tip trying to push into me, and I found that I didn't want to resist what he was doing but it didn't seem to be working. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and asked an odd question. "Is there any Vaseline in here?" Confused, I said, "In the cabinet," and he rose from his knees and opened the door to find it. I stood there, wondering whatever was wrong with him that he needed Vaseline. With the jar of Vaseline in one hand, he used his other hand to lead me out of the bathroom and into Mum's room. Putting the jar on the bedside table, he sat on the bed with his legs open and pulled me between them. As I stood there, he began to touch my dick and I thrilled to feel his fingers wanking me slowly. His gentle rubbing was giving me untold pleasure and I put my hand behind his head again, once more touching his hair with my fingers. He looked up and asked softly, "Is this good, Johnny?" and I nodded. He brought his other hand to my little ball-sac and I opened my legs wider so that he could have more space to do what he wanted with me. His fingers gently played with my balls, moving them around in circular movements. I kept watching his big hands, so gentle as they manipulated my dick and balls, and the excitement of it was making me tremble. I had often imagined somebody doing this to me. I had dreamed about Kevin or maybe one of the other boys from school touching me, whispering to me how special I was as they wanked me. But it was Derek, a real adult man, who was gently masturbating me as I lovingly stroked his hair. My feelings were starting to overwhelm me and I wanted desperately for him to kiss me but I didn't think he would. I looked away from his hands briefly to look down into his face and found that he was staring at me, watching my expression as his hands worked their magic on me. My breathing had become erratic and I couldn't control the soft moans which escaped my lips. Suddenly he took his hands away from my sex and they went around my waist, pulling me to him. He buried his head in my chest, his lips giving me butterfly kisses on each nipple. My arms went down around his neck and I kissed his hair as his mouth made my heart flutter. He leaned backwards, pulling me with him, and soon we lay side by side together, facing each other on the pillows of Mum's bed. With all this being new to me, I didn't know what should happen next. Our arms were still around each other but he moved his from my waist and his hands now cupped my bum again. We were only inches apart and his eyes were fixed on my lips. And then he moved his head forward and his lips touched mine! I closed my eyes and savoured the feeling as his lips trapped my bottom lip between them and I felt his tongue licking it. Then his tongue came out and pushed between my lips and, for the first time in my young life, I felt a warm wet tongue moving around in my mouth. I had dreamed of this day many times but the dreams were always of another boy, not a man. 'Do I suck his tongue or just lie there letting him do what he wants?' I thought. I didn't know what I was supposed to do so I just trapped his tongue between my lips and he didn't seem to mind. Then I sucked and his hands on my bum tightened, letting me know that I was doing the right thing. My dick was still stiff and pushing into his belly but I could feel his cock too, hard against my thigh. He extended one of his fingers behind me and I felt it once more probing my bum-hole, trying to push inside. I knew what he wanted to do and I tried to open my legs wider for him but when he pushed hard to try and penetrate me, it hurt and I winced. He stopped what he was doing and rolled away from me, reaching out to the bedside table and picking up the jar of Vaseline. I watched him remove the lid and poke his forefinger into the grease, scooping it out and then bringing his hand around behind me. He began to kiss me again as his finger felt for my bum-hole again and, once he found it, he pushed his finger into it and my little hole opened up and it went up inside me. Then I realised why he wanted the Vaseline. Lubrication! It felt weird having his finger go up my bum-hole but it wasn't unpleasant, and when he began to fuck me with his finger, I got the most pleasant surprise of my life. It felt wonderful, especially when he kept touching a certain spot inside me which made my dick jerk each time he did it. I was kissing him back by this time, pushing my tongue into his mouth and feeling his teeth and gums with the tip before his tongue began fencing with mine. The movement of his finger inside me was giving me the most erotic juvenile thoughts; I bet Kevin would love this! He pulled himself from my tongue and twisted his body so that he could kiss and lick my chest, and he worked his way down my body until he reached just above my stiff dick. I was almost hairless down there; just a few soft wisps around the base of my dick. I watched in wonder as suddenly he started licking my groin with his warm wet tongue. He actually licked that bit between my dick and the inside of my thigh! I couldn't believe how sexy that felt down there! His back was to me as his tongue worked its magic and I put out my hand to touch his back as a sign to let him know that I loved what he was doing to me. His finger still fucked me slowly and I was unable to decide which was giving me the greater pleasure. But then, something else happened; something so mind-blowing that I jumped when I felt it and I moaned aloud. He slid his lips over my dick and took the whole length in his mouth! I nearly came! My stiff dick was enveloped in his warm wet mouth and, as if that wasn't enough, his tongue licked at my pee-slit. Oh God! Oh my fucking God! His free hand reached up past me to grab a pillow and suddenly it was thrust under my buttocks, raising my hips. Without taking his finger out of my little anus, he moved himself around so that he lay on his belly between my open legs and I felt his warm breath on my dick before he wrapped his mouth around it again. His tongue played around my knob, licking the underneath bit where it was super-sensitive and he was looking at me while he did it. I was holding my breath as he brought me the most wonderful feelings. His finger was going all the way up inside me and I could feel his knuckle touching touching my hole on each inward thrust. His mouth started sucking my dick then as well as licking it and I recognised the beginning of my cum. I had to warn him! I had to let him know what was about to happen! "Derek!" I cried. "I'm going to cum!" but he just kept watching my face and not moving his mouth off my dick. It was as if he hadn't heard me! "Derek! I'm cumming!" I moaned, louder this time, but he just fucked me harder with his finger and moved his head up and down on my stiffy, sucking more strongly. I gripped the sheet beneath me with both fists as my body went rigid and I felt it start. Then it was too late! I groaned as my balls pulled tight into my groin and I felt the first jerk of my dick in Derek's mouth. I felt my sphincter clamp down hard on his finger as I started to cum and he just kept sucking! "Oh Derek!" I cried out, panting as the pulsing of my dick brought more hot spunk from my body and spewed it into his warm mouth. His finger, now still, was deep inside me and touching that secret place which gave me the electric shock feeling. My cum just seemed to go on and on, and Derek's mouth kept sucking, but once the jerking of my dick stopped and my body released my tensed-up muscles, I felt his tongue licking around my knob and touching my pee-slit. His pulled his finger from my bottom slowly and, to be honest, I wish he'd left it there a bit longer. Was I a bum-boy now that I had enjoyed his penetration of me? I suppose this was what bum-boys liked so much, I thought. He raised himself from between my legs and moved to lie beside me. He opened his mouth and I saw the spunk I had shot in there. And then he swallowed it! His mouth was suddenly on mine and his tongue was pushed between my lips. I could taste it! I could taste my spunk on his tongue! His kisses were gentle now, not urgent as before. His hand went down to fondle my soft dick and my arms went around his neck, and I felt his chest-hair tickle my sensitive nipples as I hugged him. The closeness I felt to him was more than I could have imagined. He had taken me to bed and made love to me, at least that's how I would remember it. He had shown me some of what happened between men and boys and I had not been disappointed by it. I hugged him tighter and whispered into his ear. "That was absolutely..." and I searched for a word to describe how it felt. I couldn't think of one that came anywhere close. Then he was whispering to me. "You are beautiful, John," and I immediately blushed. "You are the sexiest boy I've seen in a long time." Luckily he wasn't looking at my face or he would have seen how red it was but I smiled happily that he thought I was sexy. I was never able to take compliments well. His cock, still hard, was pressed against my thigh and I had ignored it as he had made me feel so good. I still wanted to see it, to touch it and maybe he would let me masturbate him if I was lucky. I wondered how much spunk he made. A real man like him must be able to make loads. I reached down between our bodies and took his thick cock into my hand and began to move the loose skin of his shaft back and forth. I whispered to him, "Is it OK for me to do this, Derek?" and he replied simply, "I'll be disappointed if you stop." I sat up next to him and watched his cock react to my touch. His skin moved easily over his hot shaft and I could feel him tense up from time to time so I was obviously doing the right things to please him. Prominent blue veins stood out on his cock and lots of clear liquid oozed from his pee-slit, coating my thumb. When I thought he wasn't watching, I changed hands and wanked him with the other while licking my thumb. It tasted salty, just like mine. He had seen me though. He said softly, "It tastes good, doesn't it?" and I blushed again as I nodded. "Put your tongue in the slit, Johnny. Lick it up as it comes out." More of the slippery stuff was dripping from his pee-slit and I bent forward so that I could reach it with my tongue. I felt nervous and excited as I touched the tip of my tongue to his knob. I licked around the whole knob and scooped up with my tongue all the slimy liquid I could find and then put my tongue back into my mouth to taste it. His hand stroked my back as I licked and wanked him and, to be honest, it was making my dick hard again. Without being told, I began to kiss his knob, to run my wet lips over its surface. When I felt the urge to do more, I opened my lips a little and started to slide them over the top of it. What I hadn't considered was the thickness of it. I had to open really wide to take his knob into my mouth and, once it slid in, it almost choked me. My mouth was full, so full that I had trouble breathing. It didn't feel comfortable at all but I wanted to do it so much that I was prepared to do almost anything to learn everything about man-cock. I couldn't take any of his shaft but, judging by his moaning, what I was doing must have been OK. It seemed that the more I sucked and licked, the more saliva I made. My saliva was running down his hard shaft and onto his balls and I reached down to feel their fullness. His hairy ball-sac, soaking wet with my saliva, hung low and rested on the bed-sheet. I used my fingers to stroke his heavy balls and make them move around inside their bag. I thought about the difference in size between us. Mine were like grapes but his were like tangerines! "Johnny!" There was urgency in his voice and I took my mouth from his knob and turned round to look at him. His face looked serious and I wondered if I'd done something wrong. When he saw the look of alarm on my face, he put his hand out to me and smiled. "You're making me so excited, you naughty boy," he said. "Come and lie down here again," and he patted the space next to him. As I lay back down, he sat up and grabbed the pillow that he used earlier and pushed it under my bottom. When he made me open my legs, he knelt between them and pushed my legs up and back towards me so that my knees were next to my shoulders. He reached for the Vaseline and I felt excited; he was going to push his finger into me again and make me feel really good. I watched him coat his finger with the greasy Vaseline and waited expectantly, opening my legs wider. He crouched down between my legs and I felt that lovely finger being pushed slowly into my anus. It went in really easy, right up to the knuckle. He hit that special spot again and made my dick jerk. I closed my eyes and savoured what he was doing to me. He fucked my bum slowly and the feeling was such that I could have stayed like that forever. When he took his finger out, I kept my eyes closed until I realised that he was trying to push 2 fingers into me. I opened my eyes at once but my attention was taken away from his fingers as his mouth went down to my dick and he started to lick my knob. 'Oh Derek!' I thought. 'Oh yes! Do it some more!' His fingers were insinuating themselves into my bum-hole and, although a bit uncomfortable, I soon became used to the feeling of them being pushed all the way into me. The man-mouth went from licking my knob to closing over my shaft and I felt his lips against the skin of my groin as he took my whole 4 inches. In my state of arousal, I barely noticed him take his fingers out of my bum, but when he tried to push 3 fingers into me, I winced and he stopped at once. "Push your bottom out, Johnny. Like you're having a shit," he said softly and in his eyes I saw tenderness; I trusted him. So I did what he said and his fingers began to slide into me. His mouth went down to my dick again and he swallowed it all, taking in my balls as well! It felt absolutely wonderful as he licked them, moving them around in my ball-sac with his tongue, and I marvelled at how it was possible to do all that at the same time. His fingers advanced inside me as he pleasured my dick and balls and somehow the one seemed to complement the other. Within 2 minutes, he was fucking 3 fingers all the way into me while sucking and licking my sex. What had happened to me so far had been the best of my life but this, this was unbelievable! I put my hands down to stroke the top of his head, moaning at the wonderful feelings he was giving me. His fingers were hitting that secret place which made my dick jerk each time. "Oh Derek!" I whispered involuntarily. I looked down my body to see that he was looking into my face and I felt what I thought was love for him. I wanted to kiss him and lie in his arms, but he was between my legs, pleasing me in ways that I never thought possible. No more than half a minute later, he took his mouth from my sex and whispered, "I want to love you, Johnny. I want to love you properly." I didn't know exactly what he meant but I knew that I had feelings for him that I had never experienced with anybody else. He took his fingers from my bottom, knelt up and reached for the Vaseline again, this time scooping some out and coating his cock as I watched. It still didn't register what was going to happen but I studied his face as he concentrated on spreading the grease. He was good-looking; no wonder Mum wanted him to love her here in her bed. Love her? Suddenly it dawned on me what he wanted to do to me! He wanted to love me like he had loved Mum! My bottom was tilted up because of the pillow underneath me and I had held my legs up while he had fucked me with his fingers but now something different was going to happen and I began to feel apprehensive. He must have sensed my unease because he bent forward to kiss me, taking his weight on his elbows as his lips touched softly against mine. Unable to resist, I opened my lips and his tongue slid into my mouth. We kissed gently at first but I was becoming too excited by it and I started to suck hard on his tongue. This seemed to make him more excited too and soon his kissing became more urgent, more insistent. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into my body, feeling his chest-hair against my hairless chest. My feelings were overwhelming me too and it was as if we feeding off each other. He moved up slightly and I felt his cock against my balls but his hand went down between us and I could feel his hand taking his cock and placing it at my bum-hole. I knew for certain then. He was going to push it inside me! He was going to fuck me like he fucked Mum! His hips moved forward slightly and I felt his knob pushing against my hole, trying to enter me. It slid away because of the greasiness of the Vaseline and his hand went down to place it again. It slid away from my hole twice more before it stayed where he wanted it and I felt my little rosebud start to open as the big knob began to slide into me. I tightened my arms around his neck as my little bum-hole was forced open. I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder as he whispered to me, "Relax your bum, Johnny. Let me love you." I tried to relax my muscles and I pushed out like before, and suddenly his knob slid into me. Oh my God! It felt as if I had been split in half! He stopped then and began to kiss me again, little pecks on my nose and eyes, but I wanted his lips and his tongue and I went for them. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it, and suddenly his urgency returned. His hips moved forwards and I felt myself opening up more as an inch of thick man-cock followed his big knob. I held him tighter as I felt his monster cock creeping up inside me but when he pulled back with it, I had an inexplicable feeling that I didn't want him to pull it out of me. He pushed back in again and I realised that he had managed to push another inch into me. He was opening my insides up with his cock, forcing his thick man-cock up my boy-hole! Each time he withdrew his cock and then pushed in further so that after several thrusts, I could feel his coarse cock-hair against my bum. He was inside me! His whole big cock was buried to the hilt in my bum! I had kept holding my breath each time he had thrust into me but now that I was full of cock, the breath just went out of me. "Is it OK?" he asked gently and I nodded. It felt better than OK. Weird though it felt, it was a closeness that I had never felt with another man. Perhaps if I'd had a father... Then he started to move inside me, a gentle rhythmical fucking, first slow and then faster, short strokes and then long ones when he filled me up completely with his hot thick man-flesh. On the long strokes, I felt a dull pain as his knob hit somewhere deep inside on each inward thrust but I wanted that dull pain. He hit my secret place time and again, making me tingle each time. He whispered in my ear as he fucked me, "You're beautiful, Johnny. So beautiful!" and I held him tighter as I whispered, "I love you, Derek!" Hearing this seemed to have an amazing effect and suddenly he fucked me harder and deeper, and as he did so, I held him tighter. "Yes, Derek! Yes!" I cried and he moaned between gritted teeth, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" With my arms tightly wrapped around him, I felt every muscle and sinew of his body tense up and then came a groan from his throat as his cock slammed into me one last time and he held it there, tight against my bottom. I felt his cock jerk inside me and his hot spunk began to spew into my rectum. "I love you!" he managed to whisper hoarsely as he filled me with his seed and just then, I loved him more than I could say. As his cock pulsed inside me, I suddenly understood what he had meant about men and boys. He was filling me up with his love and I held him tight to let him know that I wanted it, that I needed his man-love. When the jerking of his cock finally subsided, he looked into my eyes and kissed me, not with urgency but with affectionate love, and I responded. Keeping tight hold of me, he rolled us both over so that I was on top, with my legs still astride him. His cock was still inside me as I lay on his chest and his hands stroked my back as I snuggled into him. We lay there, now in peace and tranquility, and I reflected on how I felt about what had happened today. He had explained to me how things were in the world and how matters stood between the sexes. I saw the reasoning behind what he had told me and I would be sure to follow his example when I grew up. In the meantime, I couldn't see anything wrong with practicing the principles I had so willingly accepted. I could feel his cock softening inside me and eventually my body expelled it. Once it popped out, I felt a warm wet stream run out of my hole and I knew that it must be his warm spunk but it didn't matter. His love had been pumped into me and I had been grateful for it. As I lay there on top of him, I could feel the drowsiness and I fell asleep, warm and safe in the arms of a man who loved me. When I opened my eyes again, he was still holding me. He smiled at me and asked mischievously if I wanted to go again but my bum was sore and he must have known it. "Come on," he said, "we need a bath," and he rolled me off him and kissed me before leading me to the bathroom. In the bath, the warm water stung my bum-hole but Derek washed it gently, his fingers gliding lightly over the bruising. He washed the rest of me too, and I couldn't remember the last time anyone had done that. It just seemed like another expression of his love for me. Once he'd dried me, he went in the bath himself and I took great pleasure in washing him, especially his large cock which I had welcomed so eagerly into my bum-hole. Then a funny thought occurred to me and I laughed. When he asked what I was laughing at, I replied, "I just realised something. I'm a bum-boy now!" and he laughed as he splashed water at me. After that day, he was a constant visitor to our house and Mum mistakenly got the idea that maybe he would stay for good. The truth was that every time she went to work, he had me in bed, teaching more about how men and boys please each other and I was a very willing student. One of the most difficult things to do was learning how not to choke when sucking him off or swallowing the massive loads of spunk he spewed into my mouth. When Mum was at home, he used to put his hand down my pants when she wasn't watching and I would squeeze his big cock whenever I got the chance. Secretly I hoped that he would stay and maybe be a father to me but in reality I knew that he couldn't. He stayed another 27 days until his job on the Manchester site was finished and I almost bawled like a baby when we had to say goodbye. I knew he was sad to go but there was nothing I could do about it. Mum cried when he left and talked about him for days afterwards. All this was 40 years ago. I'm a father and grandfather now, happily married to the same lovely woman I met and married when I was 23. I went with men and boys for many years, and still do. I taught so many boys the things that Derek taught me and some of them still meet me today to engage in mutual pleasure. Of course, the women and girls must never find out what we do so it must be kept secret! END