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 A Week With Johnny : by (c) Hamilton Joyce Mm

   There he was again.  I got up from my workdesk and walked to the window.
He'd got those tight, shiny swimming trunks on again.  I unhooked my
binoculars from the curtain rail where they hung handy for this, and
focused them.  Of course, I was straight onto that pretty little bulge.  I
imagined I could see the shape of a little cock and tight little balls held
in place by the over-skimpy fabric.  I held the binoculars in my left hand
and loosened the waistband on my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles. 
My cock, free now was sprung nearly vertical against my belly.  I held it
in my right hand.  The object of my study bent down to lay out a towel on
the lawn, and I concentrated on the shape of his buns as he bent forward
away from me.  I imagined the tan-lines, how soft the hidden skin would
feel, and that secret rose I so lusted for.  I was stroking myself with my
free hand, and could feel precum slick over my fingers.  He lay down on his
belly and tuned the transistor radio.

   I watched for several minutes, concentrating sometimes on that boyish,
smooth-complexioned face in profile with his blue eyes, snub-nose and
blonde hair, a bit too long and wavy to be fashionable, but
oh-so-so-desirable.  I longed to run my fingers through it, to lightly kiss
there on the back of his neck where the blonde hair was fine and nearly
white.  Down over a flawless back, not yet muscular, and long, slender
legs, almost girlish.  And always that silken-scarlet arse drawing me to
it.

   He turned over onto his back, and my eyes were immediately glued to his
crotch.  And then, oh joy!, he reached down into his trunks to adjust the
lie of his cock and balls, holding them in his palm a long minute clearly
enjoying the feel.  I nearly came in that moment.

   I found I was talking to myself.  I work alone mostly and often do that.
"Here are you, 24 and too timid to talk to a 14 year old boy!  What a wimp.
And yet he's so beautiful it nearly hurts." I heard myself groan in
frustration.  But I hung my binoculars on the rail and pulled my shorts up.
I tried to hide my hard-on between my legs, not very successfully.  I
decided to at start a conversation.

   In my garden I found the pool rake.  Removing the debris from my
swimming pool would give me an alibi for getting closer to this teenage
cutie .

   The bottom of my garden is overgrown and has secret places where I can
work on my tan, but around the pool is very open, and by consent in this
neighbourhood we keep the top-end of our gardens open and free of
overhanging trees.  We all have pools, and that's best.  Also we only have
three-bar fences near the houses and no hedges.  Means better sunlight and
less leaves and bird-crap, but no nude bathing, except very dark evenings.

   So I could see him clearly.  And hear his radio.  I leaned on the fence,
still holding my rake.

   What I wanted to say was, 'Come to my bed you lovely boy, and lay beside
me and we'll kiss, and caress, and suck, and fuck all the hot
afternoon.I'll take you to Paradise.'

   What I actually said was, 'What's the score?  How are we doing?'

   'Not too good, Mr Sikorsky.  103 for 4.'

   'Freddy still in?'

   '35 not out.  And Peterson's on 18.'

   'All is not lost then.They stay together for an hour and we'll stand a
chance.'

   'Fingers crossed!'

   I went back to cleaning the pool, saying to myself.  'There, that wasn't
too difficult.  A few words and the ice is broken.  Next time will be
easier.' I found myself feeling really elated, and even started whistling.
I wondered if he had noticed my hard under my shorts and if he had, what he
had made of it.

   After about ten minutes he got up, switched the radio off and rolled his
towel up.  Show over for the day.

   I needed to cool off, and dived in to swim a few lengths, before pulling
myself out and laying on the marble for myself and my shorts to dry off in
the harsh sun.

  
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   I had just about dried and was dozing in the sun when I heard his voice
again.

   'Sorry to disturb you Mr Sikorsky.'

   (He didn't know how much he disturbed me, sexy little teen!  And I
feared he never would!)

   'But Dad said you're a whiz with computers.'

   (I guess I am.  I make my living, and a very good one too, writing
computer games, but I'm pretty good with all software and a dab-hand with
the screwdriver too.)

   'You got problems?'

   'It's my computer.  Keeps freezing, and I've got to do my vacation
project.  Most of it's on the computer and I can't get anywhere with it.'

   He was wearing shorts now.  I wondered if he had underpants under them,
or perhaps his scarlet trunks.  Or whether, oh delight!, he was naked under
them, cock hanging free, and if I slipped my hand up the leg of his
shorts...  I shook my head to concentrate again, to break my reverie.  I
was hard again!

   'Laptop or PC?'

   'Laptop.'

   'Well, bring it up to my workshop and we'll take a look.'

   (Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly.  I wish!)

   'Now?'

   'Why not.  It's probably nothing much.  It is Johnny, your name I mean?'

   'Yes, Mr Sikorsky.'

   'Call me Andy.' (My Dad had named me Anders, but I had been Andy since a
boy.)

   'Okay.'

  
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   I had just had time to change my damp shorts.  I had shaved that morning
so my cock, balls and arse were nice and smooth.  I wax my chest but prefer
the razor elsewhere.  I slipped on some shiny white shorts, just like the
ones Johnny was wearing.  I combed my hair and sat at my desk.  I heard him
at the door.

   'Mr...  I mean Andy.'

   'I'm through here.'

   I pulled another chair up to the workbench and he sat beside me the
computer in front of us.

   I had a quick look at it, and it was as I expected.  No free memory.

   'You got a lot of games on this.'

   'A few, yes.'

   'Good lad, that's my bread and butter.  But we've got to free up some
space.'

   We went through the usual exercises...no maintenance ever I guess.  But
it was still slow and there was not much free memory.

   'Probably we can leave those games on it.  These are what's causing the
problem.  Know what these files are?'

   'No idea.'

   'You share this computer with anyone, Johnny?'

   'No.  Used to with my brother Jed, but he's left now.  In the army.  So
it's hundred percent mine now.'

   'These must be his then.  They're video files.  Let's have a look. 
We'll run this 001 first.'

   I went silent.  Johnny went silent.  We just watched.  Spellbound, and I
must admit slightly shocked...or at least surprised.  Then.

   'Jeez!  You know who that is, Andy?'

   'It's Mr Ainsworth from number 15 isn't it?'

   'Yup.  And he's in charge of the Army Cadet Corps.  But that's not what
I meant.  The boy...'

   'Hell!  Look at that you can see they're enjoying it.  Who is he?'

   'My brother Jed.  Looks like about four years ago.  My age probably.'

   I never met Jed, who had left just before I moved in.  From his
appearance on the film I'd missed a treat.  Same build as his brother and
same happy face, but jet black, cropped hair, and a mediterranean
olive-brown skin.  'Fourteen?  And having the time of his life by the looks
of it.  He'd gone before I came here.  Did he ever with you, I mean?'

   'No.I'd only have been ten then.' He hesitated as he watched some more.
'Though I wish.....' His voice tailed off.

   I reached over and took his hand.  I placed it on my shorts, over my
erect cock, and held it there.  'I know.  I wish too.' I felt him grasp my
cock through the silky fabric, and greatly daring, placed my hand over his
crotch too.  I could feel his little cock hard there, and grasped it .  I
still held his hand in place, until he got used to it.

   We sat watching the older man and the teenage boy masturbating each
other, both evidently enjoying it.  They were sitting side-by-side on a
green velvet sofa, presumably in Ainsworth's place.  The decor was naff,
all velvet, brass and ormolu.  Ainsworth was naked to the waist, but he had
just pulled the boy's t-shirt up to get at the nut-brown nipples.  Both had
their trousers round their ankles.  There was no sound on the video, but
Ainsworth was whispering in the boy's ear as they stroked each other's
penis.  I wondered if the camera was hidden.  Surely a guy in charge of
school officer-training would never knowingly make a video of sex with a
teenage boy?  Well, I wouldn't : men do daft things when driven by sex. 
But I was enjoying this with Johnny and was stroking him through the silky
fabric while he stroked mine.  I wondered if, like us, they were watching
porn as they jerked each other off.  Probably, as the boy's eyes kept
lifting up towards the camera.  Ainsworth was concentrating on the real
thing though, and I couldn't blame him!

   'Oh hell!  I've just got to!' I stood up, loosened my belt and let my
shorts fall to the ground.  I sat again.'

   'Jeez!  You're even bigger than old Ainsworth.' He was jerking me
properly now.

   'You, too, Johnny.  Let's see and do it properly.' I eased him up, and
after a hesitation, he pulled his shorts down.  They had no belt, only
elastic, and my guess had been right, no underpants.  He had such a pretty
cock, nearly hairless, with just a golden-blonde fringe at the root.  His
balls were tiny, white and hairless.  I longed to kiss them and to bend
over and suck that cock, so straight and white, with its pink-red helmet.
But I contented myself with fondling it, stroking, gripping, rubbing,
teasing.

   He did not know whether to watch the film, my hand, or his hand on my
cock.  But we were both watching the screen when Jed came a little spurt
over his tummy then oozing down into the jet-black fine hair.  Then
Ainsworth came, a cum worthy of such an attractive partner.  His first
spurt splashed onto his shoulder, his second across his chest, and his
third in pools on his belly.  It still oozed as his teenage partner slid
his hand up and down, through the slick and slippery cum.

   'Jeez!  You see that.  I'm coming.  Oh Fuck!  I'm coming'.  I rubbed him
harder, faster, and was rewarded with a small fountain of come splashing
white onto his suntanned belly.  He had stopped wanking me for a second,
but I held his hand in place, and it took only a couple of strokes and I
was coming too.  I tried to squirt over him, but missed.  It was
none-the-less a good display (which is not boasting as who would not come
mightily with a lovely fourteen year old boy!)

   The video had ended.  I feared the boy would think it gross if I licked
him clean, so I reached for a cloth on the bench.  and wiped him before
cleaning myself.

   'That was lovely, Johnny.  Unexpected but good.  Thank you.  Was it good
for you?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Well what we should do is put these files on disk and then delete them
from the hard disk.  That'll solve your computer problems.  They're too big
for a box like this.'

   After we'd burned the disks I gave them to him.  ' You got somewhere to
keep them safe?  They could get Ainsworth in a heap of trouble.'

   'I can hide them.'

   'Perhaps you'd like to look at another with me tomorrow.  And I'll show
you some of the tricks of my trade.'

   'You mean designing games!  Jeez would you?'

  
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   I leave you to imagine the state I was in the next morning.  I woke up
at six (two hours early for me!), and was cursing myself for not arranging
a time with Johnny.  Now I would have to spend hours wondering if, and
when, and whether etcetera.  I couldn't eat breakfast I was so on edge, and
instead swilled cup after cup of coffee.  My cock was hard, and my balls
were aching with that urgency you only feel when you are in love, or a very
beautiful body is on offer.  The coffee probably made me even more restless
and I could not work at all.  I went down the bottom of the garden, and
tried to relax sitting in the dappled shade.  I kept my hands off my cock,
but was hard in any case thinking about what I might do.  I talked to
myself again, as usual.  'Well, Anders, at least get to feel his body. 
After all you've had your hand on his cock, so it's not much more to stroke
his thighs.  And his belly.  And his chest.  And....' I heard myself groan
in anticipated pleasure.  But then I had a sudden panic he might come over
and find me absent.  I ran back to the house, startling the blackbird that
had been busily turning over leaves.  I made another coffee.  I was a real
love-sick lad!  Or more probably I really had the hots for his lovely body
and willing nature.

   Luckily for my sanity, it was only ten o'clock when I saw him stretching
long-legged to clamber over the fencing.  He had the same white silky
shorts on as yesterday, which I saw as a good omen!

   'Hey!  Andy!  You should see this.  Jeez!  You won't believe your eyes.
Jeez!  Jed!  Who'd a believed it!' He was bubbling with excitement, and was
clutching just one of the disks.

   'And you must tell me what you think of this.'

   The 'this' I referred to was a huge screen in my bedroom, opposite my
king-sized (queen-sized?) double bed.  I had put a white satin sheet over
the bed.  Can you wonder now why I had been so tense all morning?  Don't
you agree a naked fourteen year old ash-blonde boy on silky new sheets is
the peak of sexual excitement ?  Well, I think so!

   'You wait till you see what Jed and Mr Ainsworth are doing on this one.
I didn't know Jed vwas so sexy.  You wait.  Jeez what a lovely bed, and
look at that screen.  It'll be like we're in the room with them.'

   'No sandals on my lovely sheets, Johnny.' I kicked mine off and enjoyed
watching him bend down to undo his.' And, as for me, I'm going to be
comfortable and enjoy this if it's as good as you say.' I pulled my shorts
down and took the disk from him.  I was hard, and could see his wide, blue
eyes on me staring.  I walked over and slid the disk in as he pulled his
own shorts down.  I'm vain about my cock and made sure he got a look at it
in full, magnificent profile!  He lay on the bed watching me, his hard
little cock the very centre of his being for me.  I'm not a size queen: in
fact I much prefer small, pretty ones.

   'You're hard, too, Johnny, even before the film.'

   'I've been like that all morning.' His voice went softer and for once
took on the deep timbre it would have when it was fully broken.  'I was
hard thinking about you and your huge prick.' There was a light blush as he
said this.' I wish my body was as good as yours, I mean more muscles.'

   'And I've been like this all morning thinking about having my hand on
yours too.' I gave my cock a stroke as I stood by the bed.  He smiled and
stroked his.  I lay beside him on the bed.  'I love the feel of these
sheets.  Smooth as silk and almost as silky as this'.  I reached for his
cock and he giggled, cheerful.  'Here, you work it.' I handed the remote to
him.

   He clicked it.

   'You're not going to believe this.'

   Suddenly there was Ainsworth's cock in huge, astounding close-up
profile, as he walked from the camera he had just set up.  Behind him you
could see the boy waiting.  Then they were laying on the bed.  Again from
the heavy decor I assumed it was Ainsworth's bed...he seemed to have
terrible taste in everything except his sex-partners!  I guessed this film
was quite a bit later than the first, as here they were enjoying each
other's bodies, and not just their cocks as in yesterday's epic.  They lay
in each other's arms, kissing and licking everywhere except on the lips.We
watched Ainsworth's hands fondling, caressing, feeling all over that smooth
body.  Jed was holding him so tight, with such passion his fingers made
white marks in Ainsworth's back.

   Propped up against the pillows, I put an arm tentatively round Johnny's
shoulder.  He moved closer so his weight was resting against me.  I felt
his sun-warmed skin on mine.  I felt his hand on my cock.  I gripped his
shoulder and placed my fist round his cock.

   'Watch this!' He was taking a proprietorial pride in the tape, in
demonstrating it to me.  'It gets better.'

   The couple broke apart, and Ainsworth kissed the boy first on one nipple
and then on the other.  Now his lips on the boy's tummy, and finally around
his cock.  The pleasure on the boy's face was palpable, but he changed his
position so they were now head-to-toe.  Ainsworth kept his mouth over that
cock all the while.  And now the boy had the man's cock in his mouth too.

   'I told you it was good'.

   With my free hand I was now caressing the boy's arm and shoulder.  The
flesh was warm and firm, and his skin silky smooth.  He stroked my belly,
and then caressed my thigh.  I longed to kiss him, but did not dare.  But
taking my cue from the film, I extracted my arm from behind him, and licked
and kissed one of his nipples, rolling the other one between my fingers. 
They were hard, like the head of a nail I thought incongruously.  His chest
and belly were smooth and hairless under my lips.  I circled his navel with
the tip of my tongue, and then licked right inside his belly button.  He
giggled and complained it tickled.  Now my lips down over the brown-tan of
his belly, down onto the still hairless shocking white below the tan-line.
Then a light kiss on the pretty knob.

   'Oh yes.....'

   I knew what he wanted now, and was confident I would not be rejected in
shocked confusion: I placed my lips round that lovely knob.  I felt his
legs stretch and strain with pleasure as I slipped the shaft into my throat
until my lips touched his fine golden pubic hair.  I gave him my best,
sliding the full length in and out, and making sure my tongue ran along the
front to maximise his pleasure.  He was uncut, but had not a long foreskin.
I took his cock out and slipped the tip of my tongue between knob and skin.

   'Jeez.  Me too...'

   And in a second he was beside me and I felt his lips round my cock.  Now
his mouth, warm and wet.

   We both wriggled a bit till comfortable, and then concentrated on
sucking, side-by side.  I was able to stroke and caress his arse as we
sucked.  He concentrated on feeling the muscles of my thighs and stroking
the small of my back.  I soon noticed he had decided to do for me exactly
what I was doing for him.  so when I took his cock from my mouth to kiss
and lick his tight little balls, to nibble at his hairless sack, so he gave
me the same pleasure.  And when I licked the length of the front of his
shaft, there where it is most sensitive, so he did the same to me.  I
placed the side of my hand in the crease of his arse, and then tapped
lightly on his anus with my forefinger.  I felt his tiny finger knocking at
my door as well.  I was getting more and more excited and gobbled at him
faster and faster.  He was working on mine too, though I must have been
large for his young mouth.  Then I felt his whole body stiffen and knew he
was about to come.  I held his arse firm so he would not slip out of my
mouth, and felt the warm and silky cum flood into my mouth.  It was too
much, the taste and feel of cum, and I came in his.  A lot of cum I should
think, as I'd been excited and hard for hours.  He swallowed, but it was
too much and it dribbled over his chin.

   I saw him stick his tongue out and lick his lips to capture the escaped
cum, and knew I had him.  A conversion to cock-sucking: clearly he loved
it! The prospect of days, weeks, months, years of pleasure stretched in
front of me as this young boy moved into manhood.

   And in that moment I loved him!  I turned round, hugged him, and kissed
him full on his lips.  He reciprocated and I slipped my tongue inside his
mouth.  A second later and his tongue was in my mouth.  We lay in each
other's arms for what seemed a timeless age in the glow of good sex.

   'That was something, Johnny.'

   'Me too.  Thanks Andy.'

   Later we sat at my desk, and I started to teach him.  The first of many
lessons.  Over the months he became like an apprentice, eventually actually
doing original work and sharing the pay.  However this first time it was
really basic stuff.

   'You'll have to put your shorts on, Johnny.  I can't concentrate.'

   He giggled.  I loved that smile!  'And I'm not even hard.  And how can I
concentrate with that huge thing beside me.  Hey, Andy, do you mind if I
ask?'

   'Whatever you want.' I kissed his forehead.

   He held my limp cock.' I can see you shave here, and here, and here.' He
cradled my balls and then lightly brushed his hand across my anus.

   'Always have done.  I once had a good friend who wanted me to do it for
him, and later I found I liked it.'

   'I do too.  I'd like to shave mine as well.'

   'Better wait till you leave school.  Showers and stuff...'

   'Jeez, yes.  Anyway I don't have much hair.'

   'And what you have is lovely.' I bent and kissed his cock.  'Now, I'll
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   The third day I was less nervous as I was sure he would come, and at ten
as the day before.  Sure enough, on the dot of ten I saw his long legs
stretch to straddle the fence.He was bare-footed today and had on those
provocative, revealing little trunks.  As he stretched over the wooden
top-rail, I imagined it pressed against that hidden anus.  My cock twitched
involuntary.  It had been hard all morning, hard when I awoke, and now it
was minutes from getting some of what it needed.  He had a disk in his
hand. He crossed the head of the pool.  Then he hesitated.  I saw him shake
his head, turn and walk slowly back to the fence, clamber over and
disappear into his house.

   To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.  I was devastated.
My cock went limp immediately.  What had gone wrong.  Had he forgotten to
turn the gas off or something?  But that omenous shake of the head. 
Perhaps he wanted a crap?  But again that glum, worried face as he had
turned round.  I made a coffee, put a Hendrix disk on, and waited, and
hoped.

   It was about twenty long minutes, and there he was again.  Again I was
hard as he nimbly vaulted the fence this time, the disk in his free hand. I
dropped my shorts to greet him naked at the door.

   Before saying a word I had him in my arms, closing his mouth with a
kiss. My cock pressed against his belly, and I could feel his leg raised
between mine.  I pressed my thighs together, holding his thigh there up
against my balls.  I caressed his arse, he mine, as our tongues fought for
possession of each other's mouths.  Finally, 'I nearly didn't come today,
Andy.'

   ''What's wrong, Johnny?'

   'It's this tape you see.  The first one they jerked each other off, and
we jerked each other off.  The second one they sucked each other off, and
we did the same.'

   'And lovely it was too, Johnny.'

   'Mmmm.  But on this one.  Well you'll see.  And I wasn't so sure about
that.'

   'What's on the tape?'

   'You'll see.'

   I knelt in front of him on the stone floor, and nuzzled my face into
that silken pouch.  I could feel his cock hard, and closed my lips on the
satin.  It went even harder.  and a hand each side of the waistband I
slowly drew the scarlet silk down over his thighs.  I left it above his
knees when his cock and balls were free, and closed my mouth over his cock.
He groaned and his hips jerked forward forcing it deep in my throat.  I
held his bottom, a hand on each cheek as the boy shagged my mouth, holding
my head motionless in his two hands.

   'Better stop before I come.  I want to show you this tape after all.'

   He stood beside me as I loaded the disk, and we lay down together on my
silken sheet.

   He clicked the remote.  The two were on the same bed, kissing and
caressing, limbs writhing together.  Propped against the pillows, we too
were embracing and fondling each other, but always so we could watch the
screen.  Again I wished there had been a sound track, or I could lip read,
as both the man and the boy were whispering to each other.  It would have
been exciting to have listened!  They seemed to have come to a decision,
and I could see why Johnny had been alarmed.  Ainsworth was spreading lube
in the boys's crack, and then finger fucking him as he knelt on the bed.  I
leaned over and kissed Johnny on his lips, still gently stroking his cock.
Clearly this was not Jed's first time : it was no virgin arse that wriggled
provocatively, inviting penetration.  Which is exactly what it got, as
Ainsworth greased his cock, placed it, and a hand on each of the boy's
hips, pushed slowly, gently, but purposefully into that slim arse.

   'See what I meant?'

   I made no reply, but kissed him again.  He was cupping my balls with one
hand, as if feeling their weight, and gripping my shaft with the other.  I
was just stroking his cock, softly and well short of really jerking him
off, my free hand round his shoulders.'

   'You can see Jed's enjoying it.  Look at his cock.' They were side on to
the camera, and we could watch the full length of Ainsworth's cock sliding
in and out.  But what I was commenting on was Jed's cock, hard and weeping
precum as he wanked it in time with the thrusts into his arse.  'He's
nearly coming.'

   'You'd think it would hurt.  I was afraid...'

   'Well!  You can see he's really up for it.  Look at them.'

   We watched Ainsworth come in the boy's arse, and the boy himself come
into the sheets they were kneeling on.  The tape ended.

   'I was afraid you would want me to do that too, Andy'

   'Oh, but I do, Johnny.  And I'll teach you to love it like Jed does.'

   'Promise you won't hurt me.'

   'I'll be gentle, Johnny.  You'll end up wanting it all the time.  Trust
me.' I kissed him again, a long lingering embrace.  I wondered if he could
feel my heart beating in the excitement and anticipation of a virgin arse.

   I nudged him to turn him on his belly, and I swear I could make out his
shivering with fear.  To calm him I parted his cheeks and kissed his anus.
The skin of his buttocks was soft and smooth against my cheeks.  His anus
was a little, puckered rose.  He seemed to become calmer as I licked round
and round it.  He giggled as I penetrated with my tongue.

   'I know exactly how you feel.  I can remember my first time, how I half
wanted it and half was frightened of it.'

   'Promise you won't let it hurt.'

   'I'll tell you about my own first time if you like.'

   'Please, Andy,'

   I squeezed some lube onto my fingers, and spread it over his arsehole as
I lay beside him and whispered in his ear.

   'I was about your age, Johnny.  A bit younger probably.  Thirteen I
should think.  I loved mathematics at school, but was so good at it that I
found the lessons a bit boring.  I'd read ahead in the textbook, and knew
it all before the teacher got round to it.  The teacher, we called him Gus,
was a nice, gentle sort of man.  Not very well built and not very handsome,
but quiet spoken and polite even to his pupils.  He always wore a dark suit
and shone his shoes, not like some of the teachers who looked more like
hippies.'

   As I spoke I was slipping just the very tip of my index finger in and
out his anus.

   'It was in the afternoon, last lesson of the day.  I'd given up paying
attention because I knew all about it already.  Another boy had given me a
magazine at lunchbreak, and I was looking at it, careful to hide it out of
line-of-sight behind my desk.  Most magazines that circulated were what we
called "cunt books", and they were just that.  Pics of naked women or guys
being sucked by girls, or guys fucking girls.  This one was different.'

   I was sliding the full length of my index finger in an out now, and was
stroking his hips and thigh with my free hand.

   'Is that nice?'

   'Sort of.  Anyway, it doesn't hurt.'

   'It was different and I'd never seen anything like it.  It was a bit
like these vdeos, men with men, boys with boys.  I found it much more
exciting than the usual cunt stuff, and had a big hard-on, I tell you.  Is
that nice?'

   I had two fingers up him now and was deliberately stretching and opening
him.  I found and pressed on his prostate.

   'Oooh!  That's nice!'

   'So I'd lost track of the lesson altogether until I heard my name, and a
silence.  It was a terrible moment as I heard him say in his quiet, Irish
voice." Well, Sikorsky, what is the value of x then?" I had no idea of
course, and I just stuttered as he walked down the aisle between the desks.
I tried to slip the magazine into my desk, but was too late.  "Aha!  Here's
the explanation.  Come and see me after school, Sikorsky.'" I then had
twenty minutes of the lesson to wonder what would happen.  A "cunt book"
would be bad enough, but a gay book!  Oh shit.'

   'That's nice It's different.'

   I explained to him about the prostate and how some hetero men never
found that they had a centre of pleasure there, up inside them waiting to
be massaged into real joy.

   'So that's why men like being fucked up there.  Some men I mean.'

   'Got it in one, Johnny!  Turn over on your side so we can kiss.'

   'You won't take your fingers out?'

   I kissed him.  'I just love it when you put your tongue in my mouth,
Johnny, and the feel of your cock hard against my belly.'

   'I wish I was as big as you.'

   'You will be in a few years, but I love it like this.  Is that still
good?'

   'It's nice.  But tell me more about your maths teacher.'

   'Later I used to go round to his flat every Saturday and Sunday, and he
used to teach me maths way beyond school level, and he started to teach me
how to programme a computer.'

   'Like you're teaching me.  But I didn't mean that.  What happened when
you went to see him after school?

   'I was just teasing you, Johnny.  Well, as you can imagine I was as
nervous as a kitten.  I mean, being caught with that book!  I was a bit
surprised when he locked the door behind me, saying "Don't want to be
disturbed." He motioned me to sit down on a scruffy looking sofa.  "I don't
quite know what to do with you, Sikorsky".  He went over to his desk,
unlocked a drawer and took out the magazine.  He came over and sat beside
me.  I remember he smelled of aftershave and cigarettes.  He opened the
magazine at a page I remembered: two boys the dark-haired one sucking off
the blonde one.  "You find these pictures exciting, Sikorsky?" I replied
that I did "sort-of".  "Well, so do I, boy.  And that's your good luck, as
I can just imagine the trouble you'd be in if one of the other masters had
found this.  As it is I understand you." I felt his hand placed on my knee:
I was wearing shorts, so he was gripping my naked flesh.  He turned a few
pages, and stopped at a full-page picture of a big-built guy fucking a
slim, slender youth.  "And what about this one, Anders?" I replied I hadn't
got as far as that in the magazine, but it was certainly exciting, though
it looked as if it must hurt."So if it hurts, why has the boy got a hard
cock...  like you Anders?  Looks as if the boy's enjoying it just as much
as the guy who's fucking him." Strangely, I felt his use of the 'f-word'
more shocking than his hand on my knee, the book, or his enjoyment of it.
He let the magazine drop to the floor, still open at that gripping image,
and was fumbling with my zip.  His hand was inside my flies, looking for a
way into my underpants, and then I felt him holding my cock.  He undid my
belt and pulled my cock out of my pants.  "Do the same for me, Anders." He
had taken my wrist and placed my hand on his trousers.  I could feel the
hard cock beneath the fabric.  Almost in a daze I unzipped him and his cock
popped out.  I was astounded how big it was, though it was not as big as
the ones in the magazine: it just seemed so imposing, warm and real.'

   'That's how I feel about yours, Andy.  What happened then?'

   'We jerked each other a bit.  It was only later, much later that he
kissed me.  He sucked me a bit and made me suck him.  Not that I needed
much persuasion.  And then he told me he was going to fuck me.'

   'Told you, not asked you.'

   'Told me.  He was a schoolmaster and used to getting his way.  I said I
was afraid it would hurt, but he promised me he would be gentle, that it
would only hurt for a minute or two, and then it would be nice.  And since
I was obviously gay, then I would want to learn how to enjoy being fucked,
and I'd never have a better teacher than him.  So I knelt in front of the
sofa for him.'

   'And did it hurt?'

   'Yes, for a minute or two, then it didn't, and then it was good.  Just
like he said.  I came, anyway!  And now I'm so glad he taught me to enjoy
it.  I can't imagine life without being fucked sometimes!'

   'I like the feel of your fingers up me.'

   'Then I think you're ready.  Do you want me to teach you?'

   'Please, but be gentle.''

   'Kneel for me.  That's right, rest your head on the pillow.'

   I spread his arse, a hand on each smooth cheek.  His anus glistened with
lube but had closed already now my fingers were removed.  My cock twitched
as I spread even more lubricant over my knob and shaft.  I knelt behind
him, my knob an inch or so from him.  A drop of my precum fell onto his
anus.  I paused, enjoying the moment of anticipated pleasure.  I looked
down at that slender, smooth, sun-tanned back, and the whiteness of his
arse cheeks.  He was lovely!  And in that moment I was aware of the great
responsibility that had been handed me.  If I got this right, if despite
the inevitable pain I gave him pleasure, then he would want to be fucked in
future.  If I got it wrong, then this might be the only time in his life
that he was fucked in the arse, and I would have denied him a lifetime of
profound pleasures.  Also, of course this would be the only time I had him!
I rested my knob on his anus and applied the slightest of pressure.

   'That feels nice.'

   'I know.  I love that moment when the knob first presses.'

   'Mmmmmm!'

   And, of course, if I got it right this first time, there was the
prospect of more in the weeks and months to come, and more, and more!  I
increased the weight on my knob, and it slid gently into him.  Just the
knob, and his anus closed on it.

   'That hurts.  No!  Please!  Please Andy.'

   He wriggled beneath me, trying to move away.  But I held him down with
both hands.  His anus had spasmed and was gripping my knob very tight.  I
kept it there, motionless.  Then, as I felt the spasm pass and my cock held
but not gripped, I slid another few inches into him.

   'Oh no!  That really hurts now.  I don't like it!  Stop, please!'

   I held him down as before, waiting for the moment to pass.  As he
relaxed again, I stroked his back and buttocks to calm him, as one would
stroke a pet.  I withdrew as far as my knob and pushed in again.  I was
afraid to give him my full length, afraid of damaging him deep in his
rectum.  The protests had ended, and I was fucking him, slowly and gently.
I adjusted my position to make sure I was hitting the spot for him: I may
have been at the wrong angle before, my cock not far enough to his front.

   'OK?'

   'It's all right now.  It hurts a bit, but there's something else as
well. It's nice, really.'

   I started to fuck him a bit harder and deeper now.  I leaned forward and
licked his back, kissed his neck.  I reached under him, and found his cock
was hard.  I jerked it a few times.  He was wriggling under me, but with
pleasure now, leaqning back towards me with each thrust of my cock.  I held
his hips to make sure I did not slip out.  His hand replaced mine on his
cock, and I could feel him masturbating down there as I fucked him. 
Without thinking, I was now having him as if he were one of my more mature
partners, fucking him hard with my full length, my thighs smacking into his
buttocks with each thrust.  His hand flew up and down his cock, and he was
muttering and panting.  The moment was close!

   'Oh, Addy!  That's good.  I'm coming!  Oh Yes!  yes!  Aaaah!'

   And I came too, of course, our orgasms coinciding.

   After we lay side-by side, 'spoons', my cock still in him when we rolled
over on the bed.

   'I've come all over your nice sheets, Andy.  Sorry!'

   I kissed him.  'I'm so glad you did'.

   My cock slipped out of him.  'We'd better get cleaned up.

   In the shower I inspected my cock.  No blood, thank goodness, so it
seemed I had not damaged him.  As I soaped his arse I could see it was
nearly closed again, even after the pumelling it had taken.

   'Ok up there?  I mean you don't hurt?'

   'Sore, but all right.'

   Under the streaming water I kissed him, The needles of spray washing the
soap from us.  I felt his cock going hard again, pressing on my thighs.

   'Hey!  You're hard again!  Oh to be fourteen.  Shall I?' He was silent,
so I knelt in front and took him in my mouth.  I denied myself the pleasure
of slipping a finger up him as I sucked, but caressed his thighs and
buttocks, till again that slippery, silky feeling in my mouth.

  
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   Ten thirty the next morning on my bed.  New sheets!

   'This is the last disk, Andy, and it's weird.  You wait.'

   I suppose it did seem weird to a fourteen year old novice, but later I
suspect he would find it not at all extraordinary.  We watched Jed tie his
lover to a hook in the ceiling and administer a sound beating, using a
short hunting crop.  They both had very creditable hard-ons.

   '!  should think Jed's at least a year older in this one.  He looks more
muscular.'

   'Yes, and Ainsworth is going grey around the side-burns.'

   'Do you want to do that to me.  Tie me up and beat me.'

   'Not really.  I don't see the point.  I'd like to do what comes next
though.'

   'I'm glad you don't want it.  Doesn't do anything for me either.'

   What came next was Jed fucking Ainsworth, first off in missionary
position, and then doggy-style from behind.  And that's what we did : I
came!  He came!

   'See I've mucked the sheets up this time!'

  
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   Our fuck fest went on daily for the several months leading up to
Christmas.  Johnny and I became closer and closer, welded together by the
pleasure in each other's bodies, by cocks, mouths, arses.  All the time
Johnny became more proficient not only in his love-making, but also in his
programming skills.  By Christmas he was actually doing useful work, and
really helping.  He also had a very creative imagination, and some of his
game ideas were really innovative.  I felt the game we were working on
would be one of my ...  our ...  best.  At Christmas Johnny's father
invited me round for drinks one evening.  I had a nodding acqaintance with
him, but his engineering work was mainly overseas, and his visits home
fleeting and I assume too busy to bother much with neighbours.

   However, I managed to have a long chat with him.  He is a very handsome
man, but there is something feminine about his lips and smile, and I
wondered if he was bi-sexual.  After all, he had produced two gay children.
And those boys in North Africa...  He was very affable.

   'Mr Sikorsky, Fiona and I really appreciate your work with Johnny.'

   'Call me Andy, please.  It's short for Anders'

   'Ad I'm another John.  Being away so much, Johnny hasn't really got a
father much of the time, and you seem to have become a role model.'

   'He's a fine lad, John.  You and your wife must be proud of him.'

   'He is coming on well.  Doing well at school too.  Especially maths,
which pleases me.  I'm an engineer you know.  And Fiona and I really
appreciate your teaching him computing.  He's mad keen on it.'

   'He's producing good work.  In fact I'm going to have to start paying
him.  I think the fairest way would be to give him some equity in the
company, so he shares in the profits.  What do you think?'

   'That's wonderful.  And very generous.'

   'I'll see my lawyer and accountant after the holiday break and have them
work it out.'

   He was obviously very pleased: and why not?  As he smiled and chatted
pleasantly I found myself wondering what he would be like in bed.  But I
came back to earth, as there was one more thing to settle.

   'We have a big show twice a year.  The Autumn one is in Strasbourg but
this Spring it's handier in Cardiff.  All the industry is there, and its a
chance for creators like me to meet the manufacturers and money men.  And
other programmers too.  Exchange ideas, network.  It's essential.'

   'And fun too, I imagine.'

   'Mostly hard work.  It's only five days and there's a lot of ground to
cover.  I'd like to take Johnny to the Cardiff convention.  I've checked
and it's during his half-term break luckily.  Of course, I haven't said
anything to him yet.'

   'Bit young for that sort of thing?'

   'Young in years, but there's nothing young about his work, or his
attitude to work.  I think it would be good for him.  My company would pay
all the room, travel and expenses, of course.  Do you need to discuss it
with your wife.'

   'No.  She'll go along with my opinion as usual.  You'll look after him,
make sure he doesn't get any trouble?'

   'My word on it.'

   'Then it's OK.  I'm sure it will be very formative.'

   Five nights with my lovely boy.  To sleep in his arms, to wake up beside
him, to fuck and suck, kiss and caress.  It would be like a honeymoon.  I
was in a good mood when I spotted Ainsworth across the room.

  
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   'It's Ainsworth, isn't it?'

   'Cecil.  And you're Sikorsky.'

   'Anders.  I've been hoping to meet you.  I so enjoyed the home movies
you made with Jed.'

   Poor man!  He blanched and dropped his glass, luckily empty.  After he
scrabbled around picking it up he composed himself enough to speak.  'I
thought they were all deleted.'

   'Luckily not, and Johnny and I enjoyed them greatly.'

   'Johnny?'

   'Oh yes, we watched then together in my bed.  Jed must have been about
the same age when you first had him, and we found them very educational.'

   'Educational?'

   'Oh yes.  We followed every step in the action and then did it
ourselves. As I said we are very grateful.  Without those tapes I'd never
have dared approach him and we would have missed a lot of fun!  But there
was one bit which we have not imitated.'

   'Which?'

   'The beating.'

   'To tell you the truth, Anders, that's what I like more than anything.'

   'I guessed as much.  Would you like Johnny and me to give you a seeing
to?'

   'Would I!  He's very pretty, and you're just the sort of guy I fantasise
over.'

   'Are you free late afternoons?'

   'Weekends.'

   'That's settled then.  Jot your number in my diary and I'll give you a
ring next time we're in bed together.  You can just come round.  It's only
a couple of minutes.'

  
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   I intended to widen Johnny's experience.  Some group sex at the
Convention, A sex-slave, and hopefully a threesome.

   'Hi.  It's Jed isn't it?'

   'And you must be Andy.  Johnny told me all about you last night.'

   'All good, I hope?'

   'Indeed!  You've taught him well!'

   'Me and those films you left him.  So you had him last night?'

   'Yes, he crept into my bed when everyone, me too, was asleep.  Woke me
with his mouth round my cock.  What a night!'

   'I can imagine!  He's a very passionate boy.  You left the films on
purpose?'

   'I did.  In case he wasn't as lucky as me finding a good teacher.'

   'Fancy a threesome?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Come over with him tomorrow then.  He needs to widen his experience a
bit.  And I envy your nights with him.'

   'Only home till New Year's Day.  You've got him every day for months.'

   'True.'

   FIN