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 A Model Boy: by (c) Hamilton Joyce

   Chesney stetched his legs luxuriously enjoying the warmth of the shingle
against his thighs and back.  It would have been good to have his naked
arse against the pebbles too, but this was emphatically not a nudist beach,
and the only nudist beach within miles was mostly rocks, and a gay cruising
ground.  Nothing against that, of course, but he wanted to relax this
afternoon!

   It was good to be able to do what he wanted, in his own time and without
any other duties.

   Yes, life was good!

   That boy over there was attractive, bent over his drawing and completely
immersed in his work.  It made Chesney feel happy to see a boy so absorbed
in artistic endeavour: as an artist himself he appreciated such dedication
and understood how sometimes concentration could be absolute.  The boy was
certainly worth looking at and he was so absorbed in his drawing he would
not notice.  Chesney knew it was wrong to lust after pre-teen boys (and
girls but not so desperately), but try as he might he couldn't help it, and
looking did no harm, was not dangerous either.  Was it?

   The boy had lovely long legs and slender arms, tanned in the late summer
sun like his back and chest.  He would probably have that long-ish blonde
hair trimmed off before school started again in a couple of week's time,
but just now it was both romantic and sexy.

   Chesney dismissed the thought of school: he enjoyed being an art teacher
but a long hot summer on the beach had been such a delight better not to
think about work.  He had also worked all summer on the portarait of the
Borough Mayor, to hang in the Council Chamber.  It had been rewarding
financially, but was also, Chesney thought, a good painting, though not
such fun as the sketches and paintings he did for his own amusement and for
Sallah Yossarian!  He wondered what the boy was drawing.

   He got up, discretely adjusted his rather too-tight white trunks, and
wandered over till he stood behind the boy.

   Jesus!  That smooth, tanned back made him feel horny!  Just the top of
his arse crease, making a little bronzed triangle was so cute: he could
kiss just there in worship...  "Stop it", he thought.  "Banish it from my
mind.  He's just a pure innocent lad, and I'm a horrible bundle of lusts
and perversions.  No!"

   The boy must have heard his approach, bare feet on the shingle, but he
did not look up from his work.

   It was good!  The boy had drawn a seagull, wings spread and beak
aggressively open.  The spaniel that had annoyed the seagull seemed more
relaxed but there was something wary in its stance.  The drawing of the
spaniel lacked all fine detail as yet, but the sketched picture was full of
life and movement, and could have been the basis of a successful nineteenth
century oils, and none the worse for that, Chesney thought.  The boy could
draw, and he could compose a picture.  And yet he could not be more than
fourteen, surely.

   'That's very good, you know!'

   The boy looked up at the the strong legs, tightly-bulged trunks and
hairy chest of the guy looking down at him.

   'Thanks!I saw the seagull this morning on the Prom having an argument
with another one, and the dog was here on the beach earlier.  I thought
they would go well together.'

   'They do.  Would make a good oil painting....'

   'I only do water colours....'

   'But you can certainly draw.  You're good.  I know!'

   'Are you an artist?'

   'Yes, and I teach art at St Ebbs as well.'

   'I'm at Highgrove.'

   Chesney sat down beside him.

   'I'm Chesney.'

   'I'm Simon.'

   'Don MacPherson teaches at Highgrove?'

   'Yes.  He gives me extra lessons too...'

   'I think you are worth it Simon.  you've a lot of talent...'

   'Thanks.'

   The boy thought Chesney very handsome and masculine, and would draw him
when he finished this sketch.  Pity about the tight trunks though, as his
crotch seemed to bulge as if he had massive cock and balls.  He'd look
better in loose shorts, the boy thought.  Still it undoubtedly made the man
look more male, and suggested sex somehow: drawing him, it would be
difficult to get that bulge back into proportion.  If he was not careful
the eye would be drawn to it, just as his own eyes kept being drawn to it.
You could almost see the outline of his cock and guess at the size of his
balls.  The boy decided that when he got home he would try a sketch of the
man, and if his bulge spoiled the picture, so-be-it.  Perhaps if he drew
him naked...  but he was not altogether sure what a grown-up's cock would
look like....

   Chesney had, of course, seen Simon looking at his legs and crotch, and
he too was admiring the boy in his turn.  Unless he was mistaken there was
the beginnings of a hard-on at the top of those slender, desirable legs. 
Mmmmmm.  The trunks were little more than speedos....

   'Do you ever draw from life, I mean the human form?'

   'Oh yes, but I have a separate sketchbook for that, two in fact.  One
for male and one for female.  Sometimes there's a boy and a girl on the
same page though, of course.'

   'I'd love to see your sketchbooks...'

   'I've left them in my saddle bags on the Prom.  But I can easily show
you.'



   .................................................................

   Walking back towards the Prom casual watchers would have guessed them
father and son....  both blonde at any rate.

   Chesney's thoughts were anything but fatherly however.  He tried to
dismiss them from his mind but the boy was so very attractive, both
physically with his lovely slender body and tousled blonde hair, blue eyes
so laughing and innocent, and attractive in his happy confidence,
chattering away excitedly.  As they clambered over the last breakwater
Chesney lifted the boy by his hips and that little-boy bulge was inches
from his face, the skin of his thighs so silky smooth, and his legs firm
and warm.  He knew it was wrong, but he was finding this boy intoxicating,
and his body was reacting.  It was wrong, but the boy was making him hard.
This had to stop!

   The boy had rummaged in his bike's saddle bags and come up with the
sketchbooks.

   'Aren't you worried someone might pinch them left like that all
afternoon?'

   'I often do and never lost anything yet.  As long as the bike's locked,
no-one would want the books.  Anyway, I leave my best one at home safe.'

   'I'm not so sure......'

   There was still a table outside the cafe and they had a coke for the boy
and a coffee for him.

   The boy moved his chair round so he was right beside the man, thighs
within inches.  He had washed his hair with lemon shampoo, and the scent
took Chesney back to his teen years when Cecil had always smelled of lemon
like that.  They used to play around together....  Chesney shook his head
and dismissed the thought of Cecil's cocklet.  This was the high-road to
disaster.  Police, disgrace, jail, and worse!  The boy was sexy, but that
was forbidden fruit.  All right to remember times with Cecil as they were
boys together: but a man and a boy.  No!  He banished the thought and
wished his erect cock would behave itself.

   Simon had noticed the growing bulge in those too-tight trunks, but as a
thirteen year-old it seemed completely normal that sometimes a cock went
hard: his often did.  In fact it was stiff now.  There was something about
the golden hair on the man's thighs and belly, and the grey and gold chest
hair, and those powerful pecs that made his heart beat and his cock harden.
Strange!

   He opened the first sketchbook.

   It was a nude, a girl at about puberty.  Just beginning to have breasts
and puffy little nipples, but mounds rather than handfuls of flesh there.
Pretty though!  And pretty too her tight little cunt lips, no hair at all
yet, and not plump as they soon would be, but undeniably very pretty.  His
sketch had caught a sort of sly smile on her face, almost of complicity....
but in what?  Sex?  Knowledge of her effect on males?  Her hair was
shoulder length and the boy had managed to show how it shone.  All in all
it was a brilliant little drawing, and did nothing to cool Chesney's rising
temperature.

   'That's my Sis, Belinda.  She's thirteen.'

   'It's a lovely drawing.  How old are you, Simon?'

   'Thirteen too.'

   'She doesn't mind you drawing her like that?'

   'She likes showing off!  But I guess I do too!'

   'She certainly looks as if she's enjoying posing.'

   He turned the page.  'That's Sis too.'

   She looked as good from behind, smiling over her shoulder as she lay on
her side.  Cute bottom, and little-girl slender hips.  Chesney knew he
would jerk off when he got home, and Cheryl's pert little bottom would
figure among his fantasies, but the B-feature to Simon, the main event!!

   And so it went on.  They had another coke and coffee and into the second
book.  The boys!

   'I like drawing boys more, and am starting to try inks and watercolour,
but they're in another sketchbook.'

   'He's a handsome lad.'

   The drawing was of a laughing boy, arms spread and reaching upwards. 
The pose showed off his slender body: long legs, flat belly, and hairless
except for a fine triangle of pubic hair: none under his arms and belly and
chest completely smooth.  Our artist had been careful with detailed work
around his pubes, showing a pretty little cock hanging gracefully down over
nice little balls.  Cock and balls smooth and hairless.  The boy had a nice
long foreskin.  The next drawing was of the same boy from behind, squatting
and showing off a cute, almost "bubble-butt".  He looked a bit younger than
Simon, and was probably dark-haired, Chesney thought.

   'That's my friend Toby.  He's the only boy I can do nudes of.'

   None of the several sketches had hard cocks.  Pity, he thought.

   There were other handsome boys in the book, but less exciting as indeed
none showed their cocks to this now-eager voyeur!

   'No grown women or men?'

   'I'd like to.  But there's no-one I dare ask.'

   'I'd pose for you.....'

   'Would you, Chesney.  Jeez, I'd like that.' He hesitated.  'Nude?'

   'Of course.'

   ...........................................

   They sat on the top deck of the bus.  Both in shorts, their legs touched
on the narrow seat.  Simon would have been embarrassed that the vibration
from the motor had given him a hard-on, if he had not also noticed that
Chesney had a bulge in his khaki shorts as well!

   'We're nearly there.  I often come out here with Toby, and there's a
secret place where no-one can see us.'

   Chesney's cock stiffened even more as he imagined why the two boys
wanted a place where they could not be seen....

   The bus stop seemed to be on the edge of nowhere.  The boy saw Chesney's
worried frown.

   'I'ts all right .  It's a twenty minute bus service past here.  And we
like it because there's no parking anywhere near so there's never any
people about.  And there's no footpath but the forest is quite clear
underneath....  except for the last hundred yards.'

   Chesney later could see what Simon meant by the last hundred yards being
bushy as he pushed his way through dense undergrowth: but at least it was
downhill.

   And there it was...  an idyll!  No longer than a cricket pitch, a grassy
bank with a cheerful stream bubbling along beside lush green grass.

   'It's heaven, Simon!'

   'And private!  We can undress here and no-one can see.'

   Chesney undressed slowly, doubts again running through his mind. 
Suppose someone saw...  middle-aged man and teenage boy naked in the
bushes. Disaster!  But no-one could see, and there was no way anyone could
push through those bushes without being heard long before they got to the
glade.  Helicopter?  again, noisy and giving alarm.

   Simon had kicked off his trainers and was pulling his t-shirt up over
his head.  Jesus!  That bare, tanned chest, so smooth and silky was sexy.
Chesney knew he should stop, make his excuses and leave.  He had been
brought up in a Churchy home until he was old enough to escape that
nonsense, but at this moment he remembered the advice so often given, not
to put oneself in a place of temptation.  To recognise the danger and
leave.

   But the boy had taken off his shorts and was about to pull down those
loose, little-boy underpants, so dazzling white against his tanned skin.

   Bare to the waist now, Chesney crossed the Rubicon and unzipped,
allowing his shorts to drop to his bare feet.  as usual he wore no
underpants when in shorts for summer: it was so easy just to drop the
shorts into the washer.

   He saw the boy halt a moment, eyes fixed on Chesney's crotch, where his
cock was half-hard.  Had the boy taken fright?  That would solve the moral
problem but add new dangers of the possibity of the boy complaining to
someone.  Chesney's erection died away to limpness as the horror of that
scenario struck him.  But it was all right, and Simon lowered his
underpants, stepping out of them and showing Chesney his pretty pubes......
the first little-boy cock and balls he had seen since he was himself a teen
so long ago.

   The boy had been circumcised.  Chesney liked that (he was cut himself),
as it made the little cocklet seem so elegant gracefully arking down over
balls, so small and vulnerable naked of all hair.  In fact the only hair
was that so=pretty triangle of very fine golden blonde curls at the base of
his flat, tanned belly.  The boy must have sun-bathed naked a lot this hot
summer as his bottom and belly was only a shade lighter than his thighs and
chest: just a suspicion of tan-line.  His butt was almost feminine, so
smooth and rounded-jutting a bit, not hard and masculine like a grown
man's, and those long slender legs reminded the watcher of a young foal:
innocent, lovely.  Sexy.  His cock was stiffening again!
Simon looked at Chesney in silence, eyes focused it must be said on the
man's hairy belly and his pubes.  as the boy watched Chesney's cock was
stiffening.  His balls looked so big and masculine.  The boy shivered as
his heart beat and there was a tightness in his chest.  He realised his own

little cock had jumped to attention too!

   Chesney saw that as well.  And as the boy's cock went hard, so his
became rigid too, wanting this boy whatever the owner of the organ thought.
Moral scruples, fears of disgrace and punishment, all this was being
over-ridden by the imperative of having this tender young body, those full,
red lips, that bubble-bottom.

   Simon had never seen an erect adult cock, and only fleeting glimpses of
his dad's cock and that never erect.  It was certainly worth drawing, and
very sexy, and he wondered if it would be as hot to the touch as it looked.
Toby's was not hot especially, but this looked fiery with its flaming red
knob.  He realised that cocks' like faces, were all different.  This one
had a sort of pointed knob, not like his own which was more mushroom
shaped. He would draw this carefully, he decided, and was glad Chesney was
hard.  He supposed it was his naked body that had made the man stiff, just
as the man's naked body had done to him.  He would like to touch it some
time.  Like he touched Toby's when they were last here, and in Toby's
bedroom.....

   Simon asked Chesney to stand up, almost side on so that cock was in
profile, though he did not tell Chesney why he wanted him like this, and
his arms bent, biceps raised as well.  A standard cheese-cake pose really.

   Afterr a few minutes, 'You can lay down on the grass now.'

   'may I see?'

   'When I've finished.'

   Chesney watched while the boy was totally absorbed in his work, looking
up sometimes at the lounging, nude form of his model, sometimes catching
his eye and exchanging a smile, but working in silence.  he was so
beautifyul and desirable that Chesney lay imagining what it would be like
to lay with him in his arms, to kiss, caress....  and more, much more.  He
knew he would never even touch the boy: too dangerous!  But he could
fantasise.....

   Finally, 'You can look now.  It's done.'

   There were in fact two drawings on the page.

   The first was a conventional heroic pose....  it could have been Conan
from a comic with its musculature and arms heroically outspread (though as
far as I can recall the comic books never gave characters a
heroically-proprtioned cock like this one).  It was a flattering drawing,
but showed how Simon regarded his new friend.

   The second was startling, even to Chesney who was past being surprised
by now.  It was a detailed drawing Of Chesney's cock and balls, gloriously
erect and masculine weapon, and great furry balls, like some prize bull.

   'They are both very good, Simon.....'

   Silence!

   Shall I draw you now, Simon?'

   'OK.  Use the end of the book, please.'

   The boy did not seem too keen, but he took up the pose, facing Chesney,
his hands behind his back, his cock still hard.  (They were both of them
still stiff....)

   While Simon worked closely, minutely and carefully, Chesney seemed to
make sweeping lines, and his sketches were soon finished.

   The boy looked at them.  'I wish I could do that.  Just a few lines and
you can see me perfectly....  and I still can't catch a portrait likeness
as quick as that.'

   'It comes with practise, don't worry.  You're streets better than I was
at thirteen, really talented you know.'

   'I drew your cock because I'd never seen a grown-up's cock hard like
that.  Toby's yes, but yours is real different.  Can I touch it please?'

   Chesney's heart missed a beat.  Was this naive innocence or was he bing
seduced by this frighteningly beautiful boy?  He knew he should say "I'd
rather you didn't Simon, and I think we should be going back to the
bus-stop now." But what he did say was, 'If I can touch yours, Simon'.

   Why did he say this?  Because his cock now had wrested control from his
head.  He wanted to touch that pretty cocklet.  Wanted to.....he banished
that dangerous thought of what else he would like.

   The boy reached and grasped the cock, his fist not closing around its
girth: and Chesney held that little pipe between thumb and forefinger, and
cupped the naked balls in his other hand.  They had chatted but this was
only the second time he had physically touched the boy.  No!  The third: he
had lifted him to the top of that breakwater, their thighs had rested
together on the bus, and now here he was handling the lad's crown-jewels!
Simon rubbed the man's cock in the age-old way, and in his turn cradled

the so-much bigger balls.

   'Toby and me, we always wank each other before we go back, or else we'd
be hard for ever.  It's exciting here and we always get hard when we strip
off.  It's better if we sit down, Chesney.'

   Jesus!  He was being seduced.  By a thirteen-year-old already wise in
some ways of the world.  Innocent?  My arse!  Despite those blue eyes and
open smile....

   Simon held his hand and pulled him to where a fallen tree made a back
rest for them as they sat side-by-side propped against it.

   Chesney was tentative at first, rubbing his fist up and down the cocklet
as if it was fragile, might break.  Simon was much more vigorous in his
ministrations.

   'You can rub it harder, faster, Chesney.  Oh yes!  Like that.  That's
good.'

   The boy still remembered to wank Chesney even though the man could see
he was about to cum.  His legs straightened and tensed, and then there was
a spurt of boy-juice, white over his tanned belly and chest.  He pushed the
hand away.

   'I always cum quick, quicker than Toby at any rate.' He seemed proud
that he was fast.  Chesney smiled.  the boy would learn it was better to
travel than to arrive, and learn to control that moment of orgasm.  'And my
knob is sensitive for a minute or two after.'

   Worth knowing that, Chesney thought.  But the boy was leaning over him
now and jerking the man's cock furiously, the other hand pulling at the
skin of his scrotum.  He was cumming.  Jeez!  It was a big one.  The first
spurt of spunk flew in a streamer high up the hairy chest, a blob even
splatting on the boy's lips and chin.  still the boy wanked him and there
was a second spurt, and a third.  Cum everywhere, on both of them.

   The boy was astounded.  he and Toby were his only comparison, and at
thirteen they may have cum quick (and often) but never these fountains of
masculinity.  His little cock had stiffened again at the sight!

   Chesney smiled as he saw the boy lick his lips, a puzzled look at the
taste or perhaps the feel of the cum that had landed there, and then lick
again to get the rest.  At that moment he knew he would have the boy suck
him off next time....  but he said nothing as yet.

   They washed the spunk off themselves in the clear water of the stream,
cold against their sun and sex-warmed flesh, the sandy bottom smooth
between their toes, and then lay down together on the sward to dry in the
sun.  Simon had lost his erection in the cold water.

   They lay very close together, at the choice of the boy, who nestled up
against his friend's body, slight and slender against the heavy muscles. 
The boy had his face resting in that mysterious and so-sexy golden/gyeying
chest hair and one arm over him, hand resting on his broad, hard bottom. 
Chesney had his arm around the boy, palm gently stroking and caressing his
buttocks.  It was idyllic!

   But it was soon time to go.

   As they had walked to their hidden glade the boy had chattered excitedly
and non-stop.  Walking back he was mostly silent as was Chesney: they both
had a lot to think about!

   At the bus stop, 'I'd love to see your other sketchbook, Simon, the
private one.'

   'I'll bring it to the beach tomorrow.' there was a pause and a sort of
worried frown.  'You are going to the beach tomorrow.  I mean you still
want to see me after we.....'

   'Of course, Simon.  I loved that, and think you are the best company
I've had in years.'

   The bus made them wait only ten minutes, and there was just time to
complete that other ritual of modern boyhood friendship, the exchange of
mobile numbers.

   ...............................................................

   The next morning was grey and overcast: the forecast on his laptop told
Chesney it was expected to rain all day!

   Chesney was gutted and agonised over whether to call the boy.  His moral
qualms had disappeared in the knowledge of the obvious pleasure the boy
took in all things sexual and indeed had led him on yesterday, the boy
effectively seducing the man rather than vice versa.  Every stage along the
way to that simple and very juvenile sexual act had been initiated by the
boy, and afterwards it had been the boy who had hugged the man first.

   No, the problem was calling the boy at home.  Would his mother or father
want to know who had called and why?

   Finally he decided the boy was devious enough (innocent, ha!) to cover
his traces, and phoned.

   Simon would be over at 10.  Chesney's heart raced and his cock woke up!
It was only a five minute walk between the houses it seemed.  Handy!

   The doorbell rang and Chesney was instantly opening it, shaved,
showered, anal douched even since seven o'clock, barefooted now and wearing
just a loose shirt and equally loose shorts.

   The boy was disappointingly dressed, those sexy legs hidden under frayed
jeans, and those slender arms under an anarak.  But he was his cheerful,
smiling self, and looked devastating in his tight t-shirt as Chesney hung
the anarak up.

   'Come through here.  I've looked out some of my own sketches and
paintings, and also some by really good artists....  the sort you are going
to be one day, my boy.'

   Simon glowed with the praise, as Chesney intended.  But it was true as
well!

   'But first show me yours.'

   They sat side-by side at the long pine table in the kitchen.

   Probably by now nothing about Simon would have surprised Chesney, who
had learned that his own boyhood fantasies and excitement were just part of
being thirteen and seemingly shared by all boys (or at least by Simon and
Toby!).  Because these secret sketches were of the two boys masturbating
together, sometimes chastely apart, sometimes entwined together.  There
were also sketches of young Toby with erect cocklet, and some of Simon
himself, cock standing.

   'I've got a long mirror and can sketch myself looking at it....'

   More to the artistic point some of the sketches had been inked over
making a finer drawing, and some of those had been highlighted, or even
completed with waterclour.  Chesney was impressed by these as he knew how
difficult the technique could be.  The boy was gifted artisticly too (as
well as in his beauty and sexuality, of course.) The last items in the book
were a finished ink study based on the sketch of Chesney at the beach the
day before, and a really striking ink and watercolour close-up of his erect
cock.  Astounding work!

   This is really astounding, Simon.  Really good.  I almost hesitate to
show you mine, but I think you may find the subject matter interesting,
though you have nothing to learn from the technique, though you might think
about the simple economy of line.

   Chesney has a profitable sideline supplying a well-known gallery with
erotic oils and airbrush paintings they supply world-wide, loved by certain
interior designers.  He doesn't sign them, and the identity of the artist
is a mystery that even adds to the prices.  He is a cult figure, it seems,
especially among rich gays, but also some straights with unconventional
sexual tastes, and it keeps him in comfort much better than the more formal
portraits he does sign!  In those days he did not keep scans of the
paintings, but did keep the best of the preliminary sketches, and it was
these he first showed to Simon....  a catalogue of gay sexuality mainly,
some inked, and some with gouache colours to help him with the final
airbrush item.

   'He's sucking on his cock!  Boys call others cock-suckers to annoy them,
but I never thought guys really....'

   'Oh, they do, Simon.  They certainly do!'

   'Did you sketch this one from life?' It was of a naked guy, muscular,
sucking the cock of a twinky-lad, pale and slender, kneeling before him,
incongruous the strong man kneeling to the week.  It became a good picture!

   'No.  But I seen so much cock sucking, and sucked so many myself, it was
easy to imagine....'

   'Jeez!  But he's real handsome, the guy kneeling I mean.  I thought it
was you for a moment as I can't see his face.  And his cock is not like
yours!'

   'All cocks are different, Simon, like faces.'

   'I've guessed that.'

   Chesney had sorted out sketches of oral sex, because that was his target
for the day.  Anal another time.  Softly, softly catchee Simon!

   They leafed through the loose sketches, each of them getting hornier and
hornier as the images passed before them.

   'I'm really horny, Simon.  Are you?....I can see you are.'

   He reached over and groped the boy's denim crotch a moment: gratifyingly
hard.

   'Fancy a wank, Simon, like yesterday.'

   The boy nodded, almost shyly, Chesney thought.  There was still a bit of
guilt there, which would soon pass he hoped.

   Let's go upstairs and lay on the bed.  More comfortable.  And perhaps
you'll let me suck you?'

   'I think I'd like that......'

   .....................................................................

   Chesney led the way up the stairs, and the boy following looked at the
broad, powerful bottom and beefy, golden-haired legs, getting ever-randier.
A few seconds and he would see that exciting great cock again, and the
bull's balls!

   The bed was covered for this special occasion with a dazzling white
satin sheet.  Nothing but the best for this virgin!

   Chesney, with his light clothing, was naked even before the boy had his
trainers and socks off.  He helped the boy pull his t-shirt up and off, and
then knelt, fumbling at the button on the denim waistband.

   'Let me!'

   Eager, the boy popped it open and allowed Chesney the luxury of slowly
sliding the zip down, making the moment last, fixing it in his
memory.Slowly he pulled the tight jeans down below the boy's knees: his
underpants were tight little white y-fronts, dazzling white against his
summer-tan and with that promising little tent.  Savouring the moment
Chesney nuzzled the cock through the white cotton, breathing in the essence
of boy while his willing accomplice looked down at him.  Simon was amazed
at this real-life re-enactment of the scene in the sketch he had just been
looking at, grown, masculine and muscular man kneeling before a callow lad.
But then he realised this act of submission was very like that of a
disciple in front of the object of his worship.  To these males a boy's
cock was The God to be adored.  He understood that with a blinding
realisation that he, too, adored Chesney's cock, so fine and erect and
dripping precum as a token of its excitement.

   But now Chesney was slowly drawing his pants down, revealing pubic hair,
cock, balls, and the first, never-to-be forgotten warmth, wetness and
suction of the man's mouth on his cock.  All of it was in his mouth so his
nose rested in the little triangle of fluffy golden curls, and as he sucked
his tongue flickered up and down the front of the slender cocklet.

   'Bed, Simon.  it will be better on the bed.'

   More eager than ever, Simon was laying on his back, on the slippery
satin, eyes smiling, legs open, and ready for more and more pleasure.

   Chesney stood by the bed teasing the boy, looking down at him, slowly
wanking his own tall cock.

   'Please, Chesney.  It was so good...'

   Hands fondling his butt, again taking the cocklet in his mouth.  Now he
bobbed up and down on it in classic fashion, stimulating it as it slipped
between his lips.  his hands kneaded the boy's buttocks: those arse-cheeks
figured in his plans too.  But for later!

   Of course it was soon over.  The boy grabbed at the bobbing head holding
it down, and Chesney tasted the stream of thin cum that filled his mouth.

   'Lovely!' he murmured, and remembering how the boy's knob went
sensitive, relinquished it.  Laying beside the boy now he took him in his
arms and kissed him.

   He felt Simon tense.  The boy had always found kissing "Yukky", and
embarrassing when he had to witness it (at the end of otherwise ok films,
notably.

   Then Chesney felt him relax, and open his mouth for the man's tongue to
penetrate.

   Simon had learned in seconds that kissing is a sexual pleasure too.  And
having learned he wanted more and more, invading Chesney's mouth with his
tongue, kissing wide-open mouthed, writhing and rolling his young body
against the weight of his partner.

   Finally they came up for air.

   'I never knew it could be like that!  Fantastic!  And I can taste my cum
from your mouth.  I tasted yours just a bit yesterday.'

   'And you liked it?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Well there's plenty more for you...'

   Wordless the boy turned round on the bed, his head in Chesney's crotch
as they lay side by side.  Pre-cum was still welling from the eye of his
cock and Simon licked at it.  No taste!  Slippery!  Nice!

   He held the rigid cock against his cheek: the feel of hard muscle under
silky skin was familiar from his own and Toby's cock, but this one throbbed
and twitched as if it had a life of its own, and the clear pre-cum was
spilling onto his face.  He held it away a second and admired it, so
flaring red in its knob, veins running up it like some tropical creeper up
a tree.

   'Please...'

   The boy opened his mouth and closed his lips on that knob, hearing as he
did so the groan of pleasure, and feeling his lovers hands around his head,
fingers in his wavy hair.

   Chesney had shown him how to do it, and he bobbed up and down on it,
allowing the shaft to rub against his lips as it went in and out.  Once it
went too far and he gagged a moment, but found his fist round the base of
it made it just the right length for sucking.  Chesney was still gripping
the boy's head, but now his hips were beginning to move, slightly changing
the rhythm of the boy's head.

   'Oh yes, Simon.  That's so good.  With your tongue too, like that. 
Shit! I'm coming......'

   The silky cum filled Simon's mouth as he desperately swallowed and
swallowed.  It was warm and slippery and almost tasteless, but felt so
good, and he was proud to have given his man that pleasure.  For he
regarded Chesney as "His Man" now.  As the spurts stopped, the twitching
died away, and the cock was nowhere near as stiff: Simon made as if to pull
away, but strong hands held him in place, Chesney enjoying that calm after
passion we all know when sex has been good, enjoying the sight of this boy
laying half over him, mouthing his cock.

   Chesney was not often a "repeater".  One big orgasm was usually enough
for him for an hour or two.  But he just knew this boy's body would make
him want more, and as they lay side-by-side again he kissed and caressed
him.

   'You,ve got a beautiful body, Simon.' He was stroking the boy's
buttocks. 'And this is the sexiest botttom I have ever seen: not in
paintings, not in photos, not in films, I've never seen such a lovely
bottom.'

   The boy giggled and flirtatiously tuned on his belly, those rounded,
bubble-cheeks for his lover's admiration.

   Chesney stroked the boy's love-pillows and parted the cheeks to reveal
that most secret place, smooth and pink against the creamy colour of the
crease itself.  So pretty.  He laid his cheek against the tanned globes,
and then, parting the crease again, kissed the boy on his anus.

   'What's....?'

   Simon was astounded, appalled.  This was gross.He was kissing him there.
How could he?  But then the protest died still-borne.

   'Oh yes.  Oh, fuck, that's nice...'

   Chesney's tongue had penetrated and was now ramming in and out, just
that half inch, but titillating the boy's rim as it did so.  Simon raised
his arse so the tongue could gain another fraction.  The man's chin was
rough against his bum, and the boy felt a sort of heightened sensitivity as
his body learned this new pleasure.  His cock was hard, pressed into the
satin-covered mattress.  He would have liked to rub it but could not reach
under the weight of Chesney's body.

   'Don't stop!'

   But Chesney was reaching for the pot of Analsilk Lube he kept by the
bed.

   He scooped a dollop and applied it to the secret-rose stroking the
outside of it with oily fingers.  Then the insertion, just one finger up
inside a still-virgin arse.

   'Oooh!'

   This was all new and strange for the boy, but if Chesney wanted then it
was ok.

   Better than OK!

   The juvenile prostate was small, but it was there all right and Chesney
massaged it with his probing finger.

   Simon looked back over his shoulder at the smiling man.  The boy's eyes
were laughing too.

   'That's great.  I think I'm going to.....  Oh fuck, I've cum all over
your satin sheets.  Sorry.'

   'I wanted you to.'

   Two fingers now dilated his hole, and then returned to the massage of
the boy's p-spot.

   It was so strange, but so good, and Simon felt as if his cock would
explode again.

   It did!

   'I've done it again.  How do you do that?'

   Chesney turned the boy over so they were facing each other, and then
stuck his fingers in again.  He whispered the explanation of how all men
had that place inside their bottoms, and that lucky ones, like Simon, could
get so much pleasure from it they could cum without touching their cocks,
just by having it massaged.

   The boy came again, but this time there was little boy-juice to add to
the wet marks on the satin.

   'You teach me so much, Chesney.'

   This was perhaps the moment to really seduce the boy, to take his
virginity.  But softly-softly had brought great rewards so far, and in any
case the boy was making to suck him off again.  Simon's mouth on his cock,
adoring blue eyes looking up at him, was enough to persuade Chesney that
full sex could wait another day at least.

   ..................................................................

   They met at ten at the beach the next day, but both were restless, both
wanting some more of yesterday's pleasure.  But there were already too many
people about, mothers with young children on school holidays, young men
probably unemployed, gaggles of teens, boys and girls picnicking.

   'I'm thirsty!'

   'Let's go back to my place and have a drink, Simon.  Leave your bike
here and we can drive.'

   Both knew they wanted more than a drink!

   But they started with two cold cokes, at the long kitchen table.  The
folder of drawings was still there with the unopened books.

   'I'll never be as good as these artists, but I've learned a lot from
studying them.'

   Chesney opened the book of prints: all the books he had chosen for this
teach-in contained a leavening of erotic drawings and paintings.

   Simon's cock stiffened as he turned the pages....handsome men, beautiful
boys, nubile girls, nudes and sometimes entwined in sexual embrace.

   'This guy's sexy....  but you can tell it's not real.'

   'Yes, there's something phoney about it: too deliberately sexy.  Now
this one....'

   Two guys laying on a couch, embracing, erect.

   'Like us, Chesney.  the guy draws like you....simple lines and not much
detail.'

   'And this guy draws like you, Simon.  Realistic and very detailed'.  An
older man muscular and beefy was fucking a slender, boyish figure, bent so
his hands were on the ground and his arse at the level of the man's cock.
The cock was half in, half-out, but the artist had managed by the play of
muscles to make it clear that the cock was being rammed home.  The young
guy's cock was peeking out between his legs, slender like the boy, but
stiff and quite long.  The man had a look of stern concentration, the boy a
dreamy smile.

   'You can see the boy loves it!'

   'That cock is finding his pleasure-spot each time, like I said.'

   'Would you like to try fucking me, Chesney?'

   'Do you want me to?'

   'I think so.  I want to learn.'

   'No time like the present!  Bed!'

   Many men will have in their own salad days run through the gamut of
emotions felt by young Simon as he lay on the bed waiting for the defining
moment in his life.  Excitement was there, yes, that tightness in the
chest, loud-beating heart, and of course his cock was hard in anticipation.
but there was also some fear: he trusted Chesney now, perhaps even loved
him, but that cock was terribly big.  It was one thing to get pleasure from
a few fingers in his bottom....  and the pleasure was real and
all-embracing....  quite another having that pushed into him.  But at least
the knob was sort of pointy!  Was there any shame or guilt?  No!  Lucky
boy!

   Fewer men perhaps will have known the eager lust felt by Chesney as he
collected pillows and cushions to place the boy exactly right, comfortable
for them both.

   The bed sheet was red satin today....  very luxurious and decadent.  he
had the boy kneel with a pile of cushions under his belly, and a pillow for
his face.

   No hurry!.  He parted the boy's buttocks and tip-tapped on his
tight-closed anus with his index finger, amused to see it contract and
relax again.  It was no chore to kiss and lick there again, necessary to
start relaxing the muscles there, but so pleasant as well.  The boy moaned
with pleasure as the tongue circled, penetrated, circled, penetrated. 
Simon could feel rough cheeks against his tender skin, and ever after loved
that preliminary to anal sex.

   He looked over his shoulder and smiled: he could see Chesney was holding
the pot of lube.  He felt the silky fingers across his bottom-hole, and
then the penetration of two?  three perhaps, fingers.

   'Is that three fingers?'

   'It is....'

   'Almost as big as your cock then....'

   'Almost.  OK?'

   'It's nice....'

   'Then you are going to enjoy this Simon.  We never forget our first
time.'

   The weight of Chesney's hands on his bottom, holding his cheeks apart
was pleasant.  The feel of his knob's light pressure on his anus was even
better.  But as Chesney pushed it into the boy the sudden pain made him
squeal, then gasp, and then bite the pillow to alleviate the distress, and
to show a braver character to his lover.

   Chesney knew it would hurt the boy at least momentarily so was not put
off his stroke, and slowly pushed, penetrating till his own hairy thighs
touched the boy's silky buttocks, and his cock was in as far as it could
ever go.  The boy had taken his full length and breadth with just that one
complaint, and now the man started to fuck him, slowly at first.

   And for Simon, the pain soon passed and he remembered instantly the
pleasure the anal massage had given him the day before.  This was as good:
better because he knew he was giving his lover, his adored friend pleasure
too.  The man was muttering beautiful words about how sweet the boy was,
how lovely his back and bottom, how truly tight his little arsehole was.

   Simon felt the prostate massage again making him lose control of his
cock and suddenly....

   'Fuck!  Jeez!  I'm coming....'

   'Good!'

   Chesney felt he could speed up, thrust harder, and without thinking even
lightly smacked the boy's rounded buttocks.

   'I came.  I came into your cushions.  I did it again.  I couldn't stop.'

   'That's lovely!'

   He groped under the boy feeling the sticky cum and a still-hard little
cock.

   'You're still hard.  sexy, randy, lovely boy.'

   He was fucking the boy now with the full abandon as if he were one of
his twenty-year old young men.

   'That's lovely!  I think I can.....  Oh yes!  I'm coming again.'

   His hand under the boy now he felt the wetness of the boys cum, and that
was so exciting he lost control himself.

   'Me too, my little angel!'

   It was a massive orgasm, pent up man-lust for boys released in one
shattering cum, pumping squirt after squirt into the boy.

   He collapsed onto the boy, and the change of position allowed Simon's
anus to expel the still half-hard cock.

   Aware he was heavy, Chesney rolled off and saw the boy's anus still
dilated, twitching, cum dribbling from it.  He turned the boy on his side,
hugged him, kissed him on his lips.

   ...............................................................

   Later, sitting at the kitchen table again, cleaned up.

   Where's your studio, Chesney?'

   'I'll show you.  Normally no-one sees it, but I trust you so much!'

   It was up on the third floor, in the roof really, and Simon watched as
he punched a number into the keypad.

   'You believe in keeping secure!'

   'There's stuff in here I don't want just anyone to see.'

   'New ideas and stuff?'

   'That too.'

   The portrait dominated the room of course, though there were paintings
all over the place, propped against the walls.

   'That's old Mr Hopworth!  I know his face.'

   'Boring stuff!  It'll hang in the Council Chamber, and they pay well. 
Now this is less boring.'

   He pulled a white cloth from a heap of stuff on a low table.  It was an
air-brushed painting, nearly finished.

   'I'm going to take it up to my dealer friend when I've finished.  I've
done the figures, but am not happy yet with the background He's already
sold it, of course.  It was commissioned.'

   He picked it up and propped it on top of the boring portrait.  Under it
on the table were three glossy photographs, A4 size or even bigger.  They
were the three people in the painting.  A big, beefy man frowned at the
camera stark naked and erect.  A boy who looked very like a younger version
of the guy....  same eyes and blonde coloring....  looked cheerfully and
confidently at the photographer.  His cock was hard too, but sized for his
eleven or twelve years, hairless.  The third was a little girl, younger
than the boy but with pretty, puffy nipples and just the beginnings of
breasts, her pubic mound still not very pronounced, her pretty pink
cunt-lips closed so tight and not yet very plump.  She looked shyly at the
camera, her long blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

   The faces and bodies in the painting were exact likenesses: what they
were doing was perhaps artistic licence?

   'Jeez!  That's a horny painting.  I can see why you keep the door
locked.'

   'Like it?'

   'Oh yes.  Is it from life?'

   'From those photographs and commissioned by a guy in Australia who
wanted to commemorate a happy family occasion.  His emails descibed what
they do as a family and how I should paint them.'

   'Happy family!  I should think so!  Wish mine were like that!'

   Chesney explained to the boy that girls were just like boys in some
ways....they all masturbated, and they loved being sucked like in the
picture.  He drew a quick sketch of female hands holding the outer cunt
lips open to show her clitoris....

   ...............................................

   The next Saturday it was an excited little boy, bubbling with exciting
news, who sat beside Chesney in his lounge.  he had not even had time to
strip naked before he was pouring it all out.

   'You were right, Chesney, and I'm so glad you told me.'

   'Right about what?'

   'That girls need sex just as much as us...'

   'Tell me about it.....'

   'I waited till I knew Mum & Dad had put a film on and I'd have over an
hour uninterrupted, and I went into Belinda's room.  She was sitting up in
bed reading.  I said I wanted to get in with her as it was a bit cold ....
she must have known it was not cold at all, but she lay down and made room
for me.  Anyway, we chatted for a minute or two and then we looked at each
other, and somehow seconds later we were kissing.'

   'Nice for you.....'

   'You could tell she had not kissed before, but she soon got the idea,
and her tongue was in my mouth too.  My cock was hard and I was only
wearing pyjamas and she must have felt it as she was wearing her white
nightie.  She was the one who whispered we should take our nightclothes
off, so there we were naked and hugging and kissing.  I remembered what you
said about clits and felt, and slipped my finger between the lips.  It was
slippery like you said, and I rubbed the little nub.  I could feel her legs
open a bit and she kissed me even harder.  Then she was feeling my cock. 
Anyway, sheecame, and then i did like the boy in the picture and licked her
clitty till she came again.  Then she sucked my cock till I came.  All that
took nearly an hour and I had to go to my room in case the p's came up.

   'We've done it four times since.  I'm sorry, Chesney, but I told her
about the picture and you.....  I know I promised not to but it sort of
slipped out.'

   silent, Chesney had a cold feeling of horror.  He trusted the boy.... 
but the girl?

   'It'll be all right!  I told her it was deadly secret, and anyway she
wants to see that picture, and to see you fuck me....'

   'We could arrange that, I guess....'

   'She's outside in the road now!'

   Minutes later the two stood hand-in-hand in Chesney's lounge, and you
could see thay were siblings, the sister a smaller version of her brother.
He in tight shorts, she in a micro-mini tartan skirt that scacely covered
her trim little butt, and showed off her long, tanned legs to perfection.
They had the same blonde-colouring, and her hair was tied back in a
pony-tail.  Budding breasts, and bold nipples showed under her tight, thin
cotton top.

   Simon, well brought up, introduced his sister properly, and they shook
hands.  'This is my Sis Belinda.'

   She looked demure as she smiled shyly.

   'Simon calls me Sis, but my friends call me Belle.'

   'And so will I, Belle, because that's the French for beautiful.'

   She smiled, but Chesney could see she was pleased by the compliment.

   Sit down.  It was a bit crowded the three of them on the settee, Chesney
in the middle, but all the better for that.

   'Simon says ypou want to see the picture I'm working on...'

   'Please, and what you and Simon do, as well....'

   'Well, let's get comfortable and sexy first.'

   He stood up, undid the belt of his dressing gown, took it off, and threw
it over a chair.  Her first adult erect cock the girl gasped and felt her
clit wake up.  She was not far behind her brother in stripping off her
clothes, till they stood hand-in-hand again facing Chesney.

   A matching pair, all right!

   Chesney had never been one for the girls...  men and boys most of his
life and the few occasions he had sampled female pussy had left him
disatisfied and always with some sort of hassle.  But it crossed his mind
that this little girl, with her demure good-looks, nice little breasts,
hardly as big as champagne glasses but the same round shape, tipped with
puffy little pink nipples, with her naked, pink cunt-lips so chastely
tight-closed, that cute little bum......  this little girl could tempt him.
But then he looked again at Simon, with his equally seductive bottom,
equally elegant, slender, tanned legs, and above all his hard little
cocklet and knew female would always be second best.

   The painting was standing on an easel now.

   'It's finished.  I take it to my dealer friend on Sunday, tomorrow that
is.  so you're just in time to see it.  What do you think, Belle?'

   'It's great.  So realistic.  And it's actually on that sofa isn't it?'

   'Yup.'

   She giggled, seemingly much more confident now they were all naked, and
sat on the gold and white striped seat, legs wide apart.

   'Let's do it like the picture....'

   She pulled her cunt-lips apart, shocking scarlet against the pale pink
and white of her thighs.

   Simon was on his knees immediately, face buried between her legs, as she
held his head in both hands.  He had his hands on her breasts.

   As Simon knelt his bottom was just right for Chesney who applied lube
from the pot (all rooms in his house had their supply of Analsilk).  The
boy wriggled his butt in anticipation and gave a little sigh as the cock
penetrated.

   'Is that nice, Simon?  I mean doesn't it hurt?'

   'It's lovely Sis.  But I can't suck you properly if I talk.'

   'Well just suck me while I watch you being fucked.  That's what I
wanted. So horny.....'

   Chesney pushed slowly till his thighs rested against the boy's bottom,
slowly not so much as to protect the boy from pain....  he was long past
all that and ever-eager to be penetrated now...  no, more to savour the
pleasure of the penetration moments.  The girl watched, entranced and
clearly excited as her brother was buggered (she used the old-fashioned
word to herself as she played the scene over in her mind).

   There was enough going on behind him, inside him even, to put the boy
off his concentration, but he stuck to the task of pleasuring his sister
and probably his fantasies had included bringing his favourite girl to
orgasm while his favourite lover came inside him.

   So the happy 3-some went on until Belle came, grabbing her brother by
his ears and holding his face tight against her open cunt.  Chesney had
been holding himself back for several minutes, but now he was free to fuck
as hard as he wanted, and to drain his balls in gushers into the boy's
anus.

   The group was quiet for some time as the three of them in their
different ways: the girl wondering how her brother could possibly enjoy
that but accepting it was certainly sexy to watch, Chesney assailed again
by his doubts: would the girl be discrete, keep her mouth well shut (except
for Peter's cock!).  If not, he would be defenceless.  He shivered at the
thought.  Simon was just thinking that they both came but he did not.  Not
fair!

   'I don't think I'd want you to do me in my bottom-hole, Uncle Chesney,
but you can fuck me properly at the front if you want.  With a condom.  I
don't want a little Chesney as well!'

   'That's a lovely offer, my angel, but I really am gay now you know, and
all I really want is simon's lovely cock and bottom.  You are very, very
pretty...  I'm sure Simon would love to fuck you, and, you know, I'd
certainly like to watch!'

   Simon perked up a bit: the only reason he had not fucked his Sis yet was
the difficulty of getting condoms.'

   Belle's eyes were glinting, and her fingers were on her clit again: no
doubt she would go along with this!

   'We'll want a condom....'

   'No problem.  In the same drawer as the lube, Simon.  You know how to
put it on?'

   'Of course.  they made us practice with carrots at school....'

   'It was a real giggle....' That was Belle.

   'More like embarassing!' That was her brother, but he had torn the foil
open and was rolling it down his cock as if he had been doing it all his
life.  It was loose, though!

   Belle was laying back on the elegant sofa, legs wide open again, and
playfully rubbing her clit.

   'No need to be gentle, Peter.  There's a carrot and the hairbrush handle
been up there before you!'

   Chesney got the impression that this little nymphet took nothing very
seriously, even her deflowering!

   Peter pulled her fairly roughly closer to him, so her butt was balanced
on the edge and her cunt completely free of the seat.  Then, kneelingh he
rubbed his latex-covered cocklet a few times before pushing it up her.  she
was still playing with her clit, and a good thing too as a cunt that could
take a carrot and a hairbrush would not be stretched by a thirteen year old
boy's cock!

   But she had been prepared, as it were, cunt and clit awakened by her
earlier orgasm, and was soon panting out her pleasure as her brother made
up in speed and power of his thrusts for what he may have lacked in size.
Her language surprised even Chesney as she came.  He was well-used to the
excitement of males being fucked, but had less experience of females, and
none of teenage girls.  So she came, and Peter almost at the same time. 
Her virginity gone, and his too (unless you count the several times the boy
had been fucked in his arse!)

   Chesney, ever the artist, had made a couple of quick sketches of the
action, bodies with simple lines, but faces and her hand on her clit with
more detail so he could do a more finished drawing later, perhaps even a
painting.  He never kept photographs of juveniles ( too dangerous that),
but so far no-one had ever been in trouble with the law for drawing them,
however gross the action depicted.

   Peter kept the condom on for several minutes, wearing it like a badge of
honour, the little pocket at the end with his small harvest of cum still in
it.  But finally he took it off and threw it in the rubbish bin.

   Belle put on her knickers, dull school-girl green cotton, presumably to
show that she had enough sex for the time being.

   .........................................................

   And that was that, except for some tea and biscuits in the kitchen,
and.....

   'School starts again Thursday.  Can Peter and I call round after school,
about four-thirty....  And perhaps I can persuade you to do me too....'

   'Of course you can.  and we'll see about "Doing You"!  If the weather
stays good it would be nice to see you, Peter, at the beach tomorrow.  Both
of you if you like.  Oh and take the rest of the condoms.  If you ever need
them, Peter, there's a dispensing machine in the Gent's toilet on the
Promenade, and it's often quiet in there so no-one would see....., though
best not to hang about in there unless you want sex....'

   ........................................................

   Fin, for now.