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 Altar Boy, Cadet, Newspaper Boy: by (c) Hamilton Joyce

   There was just about enough light to see the two figures sprawled on the
double bed.  They were still and there was something of the atmosphere of
passion spent, of desire temporaily satisfied.  One of the figures was
laying belly-down, head cradled on bended arm, the other arm listless on
the pillow.  It was white, so white as to seem almost translucent,
smooth-skinned and slender-bodied, an elegant and beautiful form, and a
connoisseur would particularly appreciate a rounded bottom, still slender
but promising sexual delights: colloquially a 'bubble-butt', un-athletic
but very, very desirable....  The other figure was gloriously masculine,
big-boned, muscular, just as motionless but despite closed eyes there was
something of animal contentment about his pose, laying on one side facing
his sexual partner.  For it would be obvious to any observer that they had
just been making love, and these were the moments of tranquility that
follow the act.

   The large male stretched out an arm, opened his eyes, and place a
proprietorial hand on that lovely arse.  His arm and hand looked even more
tanned against the delicate white skin.

   'You've got a lovely arse, Sandy!'

   'And you've got a wonderful, vigorous cock, Duncan, so we're well
suited.'

   'That was great for me!'

   There was more silence, and Duncan gently stroked rounded buttocks: his
cock was soft still and the gesture was more of admiration and friendship
than lust.

   'Sandy...?'

   'Yes?'

   'I always meant to ask.  Do you have to confess what we just did?  I
mean it's supposed to be a sin to fuck in the arse.'

   Sandy rolled over on his side facing his lover.  His chest was hairless,
and the fringe of hair at the base of his belly was no more than you would
expect to find on a teenage boy, and a young teenager at that.  But his
cock, still hard, was of adult size, not a big one admittedly, but not
small either, and just as white as the rest of his body except for the pink
helmet.  It looked as if he had probably been cut, though it is sometimes
difficult to tell with some men if they are hard.

   'No.  I had that out with Father Van der Pol long ago, soon after we
met. Your friend Jolyon Fairlight told me Father Van der Pol was
sympathetic to gays, so I started going to him for confession.  Anyway, he
says there is no sin if it's in a loving relationship, and whatever we do
with each other is just between us; he doesn't think it should be
confessed. So I don't.'

   'Many priests like him?'

   'He's Dutch, and they can be more liberal from there.  Lots of priests
are gay of course, that's well known.  Father Van der Pol is: he has been
with his housekeeper Julius for many years.  I've been lucky with my
priests.  Some of them are real bastards though about sex between men,
really vindictive.  Don't stop, Duncan.  Thats nice.'

   Duncan had moved closer, and had the young man in his arms again,
body-to-body, and was stroking and caressing his flawless back.  'Lucky?'

   'My first priest was a very nice man.  Have I told you about Father
O'Hare?'

   'No, but I'd love to know.' He got up from the bed and strode to the
window to open the curtains.  Sandy looked at those massive thighs, tiny
muscular butt, broad shoulders and bull-neck, and felt his cock twitch.  He
could cum so easily now!  'Nasty day, grey and raining.' A gust of wind
rattled rain against the windows.  'Should think there's ice in among the
rain.  I don't feel like getting the papers yet, so tell me about Father
O'Hare.  He was your first priest?'

   'First everything, darling!'

   'Tell me more!'

   Back in bed again, arms around his lover again, he kissed him lightly on
the lips.

   'You know I had to live with my Gran when I was thirteen, nearly
fourteen in fact.  Until I left to go to Uni.'

   'Your mother got into trouble you said once.'

   'More than trouble!  She killed a guy.  It's still years before she can
even ask for parole.  Anyway, I didn't mind as my mother was terrible,
always hitting me, especially when she was drunk, and sold everything in
the house for drugs.  I was better off with Gran, especially as it was that
or the Care Home.  Anyway my Gran was very religious, very Catholic and
churchy, rest her old soul.  The first Sunday I was with her it was bathed,
scrubbed, dressed in best new suit, and off to ten o'clock mass.  Of course
I didn't know anything about religion, as my mother didn't give a toss
about anything but drugs and booze.  But I was fascinated by the colour and
music, and by the almost-dance of the priest and his altar-boy as they went
through the age-old rituals of the mass.  It was that, the art and emotion
of religion, the dramatic qualities that I liked, much more than the ideas,
even from the first.'

   'You still like that don't you.'

   'Yup!  I should be there now, of course.  It's just ten.  But frankly
I'd rather be here in bed with you being well-fucked than any amount of
incense and singing!'

   'I love you, Sandy.'

   'Kiss me!'

   'Anyway, that would not do.  I needed to be confirmed, and in order to
be confirmed I needed to be taught, That's called The Catechism.'

   'Cataclysm?'

   'Don't interrupt.  Catechism.  And Father O'Hare it was who taught me,
Thursday evenings.'

   'Tell me about Father O'Hare....'

   He was a big man, big in all ways.  He was built like you, Duncan, a
real 'brick-shithouse' of a man, but big in other ways too, like he was
always laughing, big-hearted.  I used to enjoy my Thursday evening lessons
with him, and he managed to make even the boring theology and morality
stuff amusing and interesting.  Anyway, the lessons went on once a week for
several months until I was almost ready.  By then I felt close to him in a
way I'd never felt before, almost the father I'd never had.  Or perhaps a
very nice uncle.  And never the hint of anything sexual from him (though I
must admit sometimes when I was jerking off alone at night I thought of
him, along with other guys and even a few girls).

   'Girls!'

   'I'm probably bisexual, Duncan.  But since I'm in love with you, you
great big golden bear....'

   'Kiss me again!'

   'It was the last lesson but one, and Father O'Hare for some reason was
not in his usual clerical garb but in a tight green-hooped t-shirt ("to
remind me of Old Ireland" he joked) and very tight white shorts.  I had
been looking at him all evening as he explained trans-substantiation to me,
finding it difficult to concentrate thinking about his strong thighs and
broad shoulders: I could see his nipples quite clearly through the cotton,
and his well-developed pecs.  I'm afraid I was beginning to get a hard-on
and that reminded me of something I would have to do Sunday week, before my
first real mass.  Also I thought I could see his own bulge, perhaps in the
same state as mine....'

   'I expect he'd seen you looking at him, and noticed your bulge too. 
We're pretty good at that, as you well-know you cock-hound.  A bulge there
in a pretty teenage boy would certainly make me hard'

   'Maybe he had.  Anyway he spotted I was worried.  He said I seemed
quiet, and was something concerning me?  I'm sure I blushed, but I told him
I was worried about the confession I would have to make before my first
communion.  I would be ashamed to admit to him....'

   "It's not to me, Alexander....  it's to God.  And in any case I doubt
it's anything I haven't heard a hundred times before.  It's sex, isn't it?"

   I nodded.

   "It always is!" He was silent what seemed an age, waiting for me.

   I finally found courage and blurted out to him that I jerked off every
night and most mornings, and sometimes during the day too.

   "Of course you do.  All boys and men do sometimes, and women too come to
that.  That's not a sin, and you won't be confessing that."

   I was sure now that he had a hard-on like me!  But I continued, telling
him the way I did it WAS a sin, as I often did it with a friend, like we
did it to each other.  I jerked him and he jerked me.

   "A boy?"

   I nodded.

   "That blonde-haired boy I've seen you with?"

   I nodded.

   "Well, that's not a sin either, and it's quite normal for boyhood
friends, and even for grown-up men friends.  It's a sort of male-bonding,
and I can't see any harm in it at all.  Probably more men have done it with
other men than have not.  No need to confess that: no harm to anyone."

   'And that was when he took his hand that had been resting almost
un-noticed on my naked thigh, and grasped me in the crotch: now, that I did
notice!  It was almost like a dream for me, one of my nightly fantasies, as
he undid my belt and slid my zip down, hooked his hand inside my underpants
and had my hard little cock in his hand.  Then I noticed that at the same
time he had unzipped his shorts, and had his cock and his balls completely
free of them.  He was hard, and I thought it was the loveliest...  wrong
word...  most manly and exciting thing I had ever seen.  It also struck me
as huge, the first adult erect prick I had ever seen.  It was not big
actaully, and a good thing too, as I was only thirteen!  He took my hand,
and placed it on his cock, so we each were holding the other.  He squeezed
my cock gently, and I squeezed his back: it was hotter than little
Johnny's, longer and thicker, and redder, and much more exciting.  I had
been here before, of course, with my friend Johnny, so I started to jerk
him and wordless he jerked me.

   'I came first, one of my best so far, spunk flying up and splattering on
my shirt, but just the one spurt.  Then he came, and that was another
surprise for me, as I had never seen so much cum.  Four great spurts, all
over his and my clothes, and running all over my hand as I still wanked
him. He laughed.  "Now, that was good, wasn't it, young Alexander.  And
nothing to confess, I promise you."

   'I wish I'd known you when you were thirteen, Sandy!'

   'I was more into grown men, Duncan.'

   'Tart!  Kiss me!'

   The next Thursday, the last of my lessons we just jerked each other off
before the lesson started, as if it was completely the natural thing to
do....as I suppose it was!'

   Sunday I made my confession just before Mass (mostly we do it the day
before, but this first one was special and the whole congregation was there
to witness my communion.) I especially enjoyed the ritual this time, more
than usual I guess, as I thought I was really part of it for the first
time. After, Father O'Hare shook my Gran's hand, and then mine, and sprung
his surprise.

   'Simon, my altar boy, is leaving next Thursday: His father has a new job
in Manchester, and they have to move.  So I'm looking for an altar boy....'

   'Oh!  Please, Father, I'd really like that!'

   My Gran positively glowed with pleasure.  I wonder if she would have
been so happy had she known it was not just the service, but the sex after,
that lovely hard cock in its nest of golden hair....  So, the next Sunday I
took communion at the altar, and also started to learn the movements and
ritual.  I'd already got a good idea, of course.  And after the mass we
both went to the vestry to get out of our robes...his heavy brocades, and
my simple white and gold shift.

   'Aha!  Now he had you!'

   'Aha indeed Duncan.  And yes, he had me!  I just had to pull the shift
over my head, and then fold it up and put it into the chest where it was
kept.  I was naked under it, except for my white trainers.  His robes were
more complicated, and I helped him with the various layers, taking each and
folding it, while he removed the next.  It must have been strange to be
assisted by a naked teenager, though I suppose it's possible my
predecessor, Simon, had enjoyed the same privileges!  Anyway, finally he
too was naked, except for black socks and shiny black patent leather shoes.
That looked funny...  big, golden-haired man with lovely hard cock, and
black shoes.  I giggled, and he laughed with pleasure: I could see he was
happy that I was happy.  He caught me up, feet right off the ground, hugged
me, and kissed me on the lips.  It was the sexiest feeling I had ever
known, and I thought I would cum!  But he carried me over to an old
broken-backed sofa in the corner, red velvet and old satin cushions, and
placed me sprawled across it.

   'I was astounded as he knelt in front of me, grasped my hips in his
great paws, lowered his head to my crotch and took my prick in his mouth. I
was so startled I tried to pull away, but immediately the feeling was so
good that I disappeared again into that dreamy sexuality I had known the
first time he jerked me.  Only this was better, so wet and so warm, and so
loving.  I reached down and held his head between my palms as he bobbed up
and down on me.  Then my hands to those broad and muscular shoulders,
kneading and caressing him, so masculine.  He was stroking my hips and
thighs, and sometimes cupping or gently squeezing my balls, still nearly
hairless.  I felt myself coming and tried to pull away, telling him I was
about to spurt, but he held my thighs tight, and I squirted my thin boy-cum
into his mouth.  He kept me inside him until I had surrendered the very
last drops, and then sat beside me.  As we sat and kissed, I could taste my
cum on his lips, and that was doubly sexy!

   'But he was still hard, eh, Sandy!'

   'You're getting ahead of me you old bum bandit, Duncan.  But you're
right, of course, he's still hard.  And, would you believe it, so am I! 
Oh, to be a teenager again!'

   'There's always viagra, darling!'

   'Thank heavens!  Now where was I?'

   'Sitting beside this hunky male, looking at his lovely hard cock.'

   'Exactly!  But he got up and went over to a drawer, opened it, and came
back with a piece of paper and a small bottle.  He handed me what was a
clipping from a magazine.  I looked at it, shocked, but excited.'

   'Let me guess, sandy!  It was a pic of a middle-aged guy up a teenage
boy's arse...'

   'Right in one, Duncan.'

   "We talked about male bonding once, Alexander.  This is the best way. 
You see what they are doing?'

   "It looks painful, Father."

   "Only a bit at first.  And when you are used to it it is lovely."

   "Nicer even than being sucked?"

   "Oh,yes, Alexander.  Though it's often nice to start by sucking and
finish by fucking."

   "I didn't know men could fuck each other, Father."

   "They certainly can.  Look at the boy's face."

   " He's smiling, Father."

   "Yes, you can see he's enjoying it.  Want to try?  You'd make me very
happy if you would."

   "Don't hurt me...."

   'Father O'Hare was very careful.  He turned me on my belly, and he must
have rimmed me for ten minutes, tonguing my arsehole, penetrating my anus
gently, relaxing the muscles.  Then with lube from his little bottle it was
one finger, searching out my immature prostate and giving me real pleasure
with a finger fuck as he whispered flattering endearments, and kissed and
fondled me.  I was very aware of his hard cock, still finding it
fascinating, and especially the pre-cum that dripped from it as he got more
and more excited by his little conquest.  Then, two fingers in my bottom
now, my face against his hairy chest, I found myself drifting into that
same sexual reverie as earlier.  The time was ripe!.  He turned me over and
plumped a cushion under my thighs, my hard cock sinking into the soiled
satin.  He lifted my thighs and dripped still more oil into my crease.  Now
I could feel the weight of his knob against my anus: I liked the feel of
that and wriggled my arse.  He laughed and with a push his knob was in me.
That hurt.  and I cried out.

   "Sh!  It will pass, just wait!"

   'The pain did pass of course, and I felt him slide right in me.  He was
not as broad or as long as you, lover, and it was ideal for a virgin fuck!
He fucked me with long, slow sweeps, and I could feel his strong hands
gently stroking my back and sometimes my buttocks.  then he slipped one
hand under me and was holding my cock, gripping it, releasing it, gripping
it again, in time with each thrust of his penis.'

   'Was it good that first time, Sandy?'

   'Not really, Duncan, to be honest.  It's really something you have to
learn like a lot of good things in life.  It didn't hurt, but there was no
real pleasure yet.  His hand under me wanking my cock was nice, of course,
and sometimes he held my balls and stretched the sack a little bit.  That
was sexy.  And I liked it when he kissed my neck and licked me there.  But
most of all it was the knowledge I was giving him pleasure, and above all
that I was wanted by him.  I'd gone through most of my life so far
unwanted.'

   'Oh!  My poor Sandy!'

   'It was good to hear him whispering how good I was, and to feel his hand
on my bottom and back and his lips on my neck, and his other hand on my
cock.  I was hard and close to coming.  I knew he was too as he was fucking
faster now, and his thrusts were shorter and sharper.  It was nicer for me
now as well, and it was good to hear him moan.  Then I knew he was coming
and I imagined his spunk squirting right up inside me: that was exciting
and I came too, over his hand and into the cushion, adding to the stains on
it I suppose.'

   'So he had you every Sunday from then on?'

   'And some evenings too.  I got in the habit of going round to the church
to do some work there often in the evening.  His old housekeeper went home
at six so we could go to bed together and he could fuck me in comfort.  I
soon got to enjoy it and really look forward to it.  We had about a year,
and then the Bishop moved him to an inner city parish in London.  They
reckoned he was a good priest and promoted him.  I expect one or two London
boys benefitted, but I was crestfallen.  I carried on being an altar boy
for the new guy, but there were no extras!  I must have been just
fifteeen.'

   'And no sex, then.'

   'Johnny was going out with a girl, so that had long finished.  But I
seduced the postman and he used to have me one or two mornings a week.  And
also a plumber who was doing some work, but that was a one-off.'

   'Both big, beefy guys?'

   'Sure.  I got both the same way, by letting then see me naked and with a
hard-on, hanging about near them.  Later I got good at spotting guys who
fancied me,: I knew if they were looking a bit too hard, and if they were
my type I made sure they had me.  I was a bit of a slut, and knew where the
gays and bi-sexual married guys went to cruise.  So I had enough sex,
really, and varied.  There, Duncan, now you know all my little secrets! 
And I don't know any of yours.'

   'Let's fuck again.  You've really got me going with your story.'

   'We've got all day.  It's still raining.  You tell me about your first
time.....'

   'It'll be a long story.'

   'Good.'

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

   'I went to a good private school, and was in the cadet corps.'

   'I've heard what goes on at those "good private schools".

   'Mostly fantasy, I think.  All the boys wanked of course, but the ethos
was really very homophobic and as far as I know gay sex was rare and very
secret.  Anyway, that's not how it happened to me first time.

   'The best part of belonging to the cadet corps was the annual two week
camp, when we went to a proper army camp in the Welsh mountains and were
taught to be soldiers.  Played at being soldiers really.I'd been the year
before, and was so looking forward to it.  I was fourteen.

   'Would you believe it?  I fell off the lorry that took us there and
sprained my ankle the minute we arrived.  So it was off to the hospital for
x-rays and strapping up.  Luckily the ankle was not broken, but would be
about a month to heal they said.  I thought I would have to go straight
back home, but they were nice about it, could see how disappointed I was,
and said I could stay for the class-room stuff and for the rifle shooting.
But the best bits, the survival and the practical platoon tactics sessions,
obviously I would have to stay in camp.'

   'When they went off to the hills I was left behind to limp about feeling
sorry for myself.  There were still plenty of soldiers about in the camp,
and the Sergeant PTI who had been training the group came by my hut to make
sure I was still OK.

   'PTI?'

   'Physical Training Instructor, He was a nice friendly sort of guy and
obviously felt sorry for me, could see I was really bored.'

   "There's a European Cup match on the box tonight.  You could come over
and watch it if you like: be something to do...."

   'So at just before seven I was sitting down beside him in front of the
television watching the hand-shaking etc before the match.  He got up and
went to a fridge in the corner and came back with a couple of cans.'

   "Get round one of these, Duncan"

   "I don't really drink beer, Sarge."

   "It's time you started then."

   'He opened the tag for me and I took my first swig.  It was that strong
lager, but seemed ok and I soon drank the lot as we watched Liverpool
completely outplay some minor opposition.  I started a second can.  Well,
you know me, Sandy, one sniff of the barmaid's apron and I'm drunk.  So
before I knew it I was at least tipsy!  I scarcely noticed Sarge's hand
resting on my bare knee (I was in khaki shorts).  I certainly did notice it
though, when it moved up my legs and rested on my crotch.  Not that I
minded, as I found it pleasant, and more exciting than the match (!): I was
getting a hard on, but feeling oddly passive, happy just to wait and see
what would happen.  I felt him grasp my cock through the cotton, and the
next thing I knew was he was on his knees in front of me, had undone my
belt, unzipped me, and had my cock in his mouth.  You never forget the
first time and I can still remember the feeling of his lips around me, his
tongue flickering up and down the shaft as he sucked, the warmth and
wetness, and my hands holding his head, feeling his short-cropped hair.

   'As he sucked me he was undoing his own belt with his free hand,
unzipping, and taking his cock out.  It looked huge to me, my first adult
erect cock, but in fact I expect it was just average as he was not a big
built guy.  So he stroked his cock while he sucked me, and I slumped back
in a daze, part alcohol of course, but mostly the pleasure of being sucked
off.  When I came he swallowed.

   'After, he sat beside me and handed me my beer again, which had been on
the side table while he sucked me.'

   "That was nice, Duncan.  I'd like to massage you.  I'm good at it. 
Shall I?"

   'I was feeling very passive: I felt he could do anything he wanted.

   'So I just lay there while he pulled my shorts down and off, unbuttoned
my shirt, and soon had me naked on the settee.  He had me turn over so I
was laying on my belly, and I luxuriated as I felt his strong hands
kneading my shoulder muscles, sliding over my back, slippery with scented
oil.  And then, of course, his hands were on my butt, pressing and
caressing, and down into the crease.  I felt his fingers rubbing, sliding
over my anus, and then the strange, new sensation when he slid a finger up
into my arse, and I suppose must have found my adolescent prostate, because
it felt good.  I was completely relaxed (the beer!) and he soon had two
fingers in me, finger-fucking and stretching me gently.'

   "I want your sweet arse, Duncan."

   'That's all he said all that time.  Just those five simple words, and
although I knew well enough what he meant, I made no protest.  He arranged
me over the edge of the settee, and I felt his hands again on my bottom,
but stretching it apart this time, slipping a bit with the oil, but
certainly parting my cheeks.  Then he placed his cock, and was inside me.
It didn't hurt....  I was lucky and he had prepared me well.  So I just lay
there, my cock hard again and pressed into the cushions while he fucked me.
That was my first, Sandy.'

   'I was sure it would be a youger boy, not a beefy Sargeant, Duncan.'

   'He wasn't really beefy.  More your hard, stringy type, all bone and
muscle.  Anyway, when I woke up with him in the morning and he had me fuck
him from behind, he had a nice tiny little bum which I enjoyed!  We fucked
each other a lot over the next three days and nights, until the cadets came
back, when it had to stop.'

   'So when did you start fucking boys: I know that's what you really
like.'

   'That's why I want you all the time, Sandy.  You really are boyish. 
Mmmmmm.  Like you I got quite good at spotting boys who were interested in
me, and I soon found one at school who was pretty in an almost feminine
way, and was always being bullied.  I started to stand up for him, and we
went about quite a lot.  I eventually had him bent over a fallen log in the
summer woods...  it may have been gratitude to me that first time for him,
but it was soon a real passion, and we had quick fucks in any quiet corner
we could find around the school.  In the Christmas holidays I had one of my
brother's friends.  I could see he had a crush on me, and it was easy to
persuade him to bare his bum for me, and when my brother found out (he's
eighteen months younger than me) he wanted me to fuck him too.  I must have
had a dozen different boys, all younger than myself, in those four years
before I went up to Uni and we met.'

   'You miss it, don't you, Duncan.  I mean you really do prefer teenage
boys.'

   'You're enough for me, darling.  You've a lovely body, silky and
smooth...'

   'I know a boy we could have, Duncan, if you want.....'

   'Tell me more, lover.'

   'You know that blonde kid other end of the road.  he's called Mark.'

   'Pretty boy.  About fourteen.  Yes, I know him...'

   'He buys Gay magazines at the newsagent.  Old Beer-gut there shouldn't
sell them to him...  he's fifteen in fact but well under-age.....but I know
he does as I saw him buy one last month.  I expect he'd like to try the
real thing.'

   'Come here, Sandy.  You've really got me going!'

   'I tell you what, Duncan.  It's stopped raining now and the sun's out.
I'll nip out and get the papers before he closes, you sort out a
dvd....that new one would be good....and then we'll have a real sexy
morning in bed.'

   'I know you, Sandy.  If you get dressed you probably won't come back to
bed.'

   'Then I wont get dressed!  I'll borrow your huge Barbour, down to my
ankles, and wear your Wellinton Boots.  Naked under...it's only fifty yards
after all.'

   'Don't forget some cash then...'

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

   These things just happen if you are lucky.  Blonde boy Mark walked into
the shop just as Sandy was picking out the three papers they took on
Sundays.

   'Morning, Mark.'

   'Morning, Mr Henderson.'

   Shopkeeper is out the back for five minutes.  he'll be back soon.  Asked
me to watch the shop while he's away.'

   'I'm not in a hurry.  Nothing to do all day.'

   'If you're buying a mag, this is a good one.  Duncan and I enjoyed it.'

   The boy blushed scarlet.

   'It's OK.  Duncan and I are gay as well.'

   'I wondered....'

   'Well, Mark, we are.  And we like porn.  In fact when I get back we are
going to watch a new gay dvd I've been really looking forward to.'

   'I've never seen a gay film...  Just pics in the magazines.'

   'Well, if you're really not doing anything this morning, why not come
back with me and watch it with us.  I'm sure Duncan would like to meet you.
Ah here comes the shopkeeper.'

   'I don't think I'll need this today.  The boy put the magazine back in
the top shelf rack.



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

   Sandy kicked off his boots on the doormat.  'Take your shoes off,
please, Mark, and I'll hang your anarak up.' The boy looked really cute in
his white t-shirt, blue denim jeans and bare feet.  For a moment Sandy
could see why his partner lusted after teens!  He took his heavy green
overcoat off and hung it up beside the boy's anarak, almost forgetting he
was stark-naked beneath.  He could hear the boy's intake of breath and
turned round.  Mark's jaw had dropped in amazement at the sudden vision of
a naked man, the real thing at last.  'We always watch porn naked....  you
should too.  Here!' The boy acquiesced as his t-shirt was pulled up and
over his head,his belt undone, his jeans unzipped and allowed to drop to
the floor.  He stepped out of them and stood in startling white y-fronted
cotton pants.  Again Sandy understood his partner's delight in under-age
boys, and his mind went back to his teenage school-friend, the only young
boy he had ever played with.  All the others had been older, and most of
them grown men.  'You're very good-looking, Mark.  Come and meet my
partner, Duncan.'

   The two of them, man and boy stood in the bedroom doorway and Sandy
laughed at his partner's double-take.  The boy was looking down at his
feet, embarrassed and shy, but he had a lovely little hard-on, cock jutting
out and making an obvious bulge in his figure hugging underwear.  'This is
Mark, Duncan.  He's come to watch your new dvd with us.' The boy looked up
at last and his face broke into a grin: here was another naked man, and
another half-hard cock, stiffening visibly as he looked .

   'That'll be fun.  Come and sit between us on the bed and I'll start the
film.'

   Mark sat propped up against a pillow exactly where Duncan had patted the
bed in invitation.  The bedclothes were folded back to the foot of the
large double bed.  Sandy sat down beside the boy, who watched Duncan as he
went to the TV in the corner of the bedroom.  The muscles of Duncan's tiny
arse moved as he walked, and were the sexiest thing the boy had ever seen,
that is until after fiddling with the set and starting a film, Duncan
turned round and the boy could see his now totally-hard cock pointing
straight at them as he loped back to the bed.  It looked all the larger as
Duncan had removed every trace of body hair around his balls and arse.

   Now they sat, three in a row, watching the film, which started with a
well-built guy cruising his silver Mercedes to a stop and picking up a lad
standing in a lay-bye on some grotty industrial estate.  A minute or two
later and they are both in a hotel room with the usual prints on the wall
and double bed.  Mark watched as the two stripped naked and the man kissed
the boy, hugging him, before pushing him down on the mattress.

   Out of the corner of his eye Mark could see that both Duncan and Sandy,
one each side of him, were stroking their cocks.  'Sod it, me too!' he
thought, and pulled his own pants down and off so he could finger his own
cock.  The two young men ignored the film to feast their eyes on Mark's
cock, slender and much lighter than his tanned body, white except for the
pretty, pink helmet.  His pubic hair was a tiny triangle of golden fluff,
and his balls looked nearly hairless.  Duncan let his free hand rest on the
boy's thigh a second, then stroked the fine skin, and finally closed his
fist round the boy's fist and cock.

   In the film, the man was now sucking the boy's cock.  As if it was a
cue, Duncan leaned over and closed his lips around Mark's cock-head,
allowing the shaft to slide slowly into his mouth till all was engulfed. 
The boy's legs straightened and stiffened a second, before he sighed and
relaxed to enjoy the new sensation.  Sandy contented himself with stroking
the boy's hips and thighs, and then licking and sucking the nipple closest
to him, feeling it stiffen.  Mark had his eyes shut, but had found Duncan's
head with his hands and was holding it lightly as lips bobbed up and down
on him.  Sandy managed to get his hand under one thigh and held the boy's
balls while his friend brought him to a quick climax, the boy-cum spurting
just once into his mouth.

   Now they were sitting in a row again, but Mark had his arm round
Duncan's shoulder, and his hand on the man's erect cock: it was clear that
the boy shared Sandy's preference for big, muscular men rather than pale
and interesting boyish guys.  On the film, the rent boy was being prepared
for anal sex, kneeling and having lube spread between his arse cheeks: his
customer's cock was gleaming and glistening, oiled ready.  There was a
sudden intake of breath from Mark as the guy pushed his cock up the
rent-boy's arse, steadily, slowly, powerfully.  The boy took it with no
problems and even leaned back into the guy to force the cock even deeper.
As they fucked the camera switched to the boy's face, and the pleasure on
it was not assumed, one felt.

   'Jeez!  That's got to hurt him, surely!'

   'Look at his face, Mark.'

   'He's smiling, and got a sort of dreamy look in his eyes.'

   'So?'

   'So I guess he's enjoying it.'

   'It has to be learned for most guys, but we all end up loving it.  Shall
we show him, Sandy.'

   'Mmmm.' Sandy knelt towards the foot of the bed, still facing the tv
screen.  Young Mark watched as Duncan greased his cock, presented it to his
lover's white and smooth arse, pushed, and slid up into him.  The boy,
unthinking and so not embarassed, reached out and felt Duncan's broad and
muscular buttocks as they moved back and forth in the age-old homage of
cock to anus.  Duncan turned to the boy.  still, however, fucking in a
steady rhythm.  'You have a go, Mark: he's got a lovely bum and you'll
enjoy fucking him.'

   'Yes, give me some, Mark!'

   'The boy was rock hard again.  (Oh to be a teen once more!).  He reached
for the tube of lube.

   'Shouldn't think you'll need that, Mark.  he's well-lubed, and
well-opened up too!'

   Later Mark wished he had concentrated more on what was the most
formative moment in his young life: he spread Sandy's white and smooth
buttocks with both hands, and remembered feeling how soft and smooth they
were, so white, and the now open and welcoming, shining with oil.  Duncan
was holding Mark's cock now and placed it.

   'Push!'

   It slid in so easily, and he heard a sigh, surely of contententment and
pleasure from the kneeling young man.  Sandy was muttering how good it was
and urging him to fuck harder.  He felt underneath the kneeling form and
found his cock rock hard.  The panting, swearing and squeaks of joy
increased beneath him.  And Mark's pleasure was intense too: this beat
jerking off, even being sucked off.  This was the real thing: the look and
the feel of a sexy male body beneath his hands, the slap of his balls and
thighs against a willing arse, the feel of Duncan's hands caressing his own
back and buttocks as he fucked.  Most of all, beyond even the pleasure in
his own cock, was the feeling of pride and manhood: he was giving real
excitement and ecstasy to his new lover, and that was the greatest joy.  He
suddenly wondered whether it would be possible for Duncan to kneel behind
him and get his cock in even as he shagged, so all three would be at it. 
With this happy tought he tipped over the edge into orgasm and came, the
biggest and best cum of his young life.

   He rested several moments draped over the collapsed body of his partner
before that still tight anus expelled his cock.  He was surprised that it
was clean.  (Later that day Duncan would teach him the secret of male
douching, and wiould even give him a spare, new douche).

   'Good?'

   'Wonderful!'

   'Was for me too.  You gave me a right good see-in to.' Mark giggled at
the fake Yorkshire accent.

   'I'm still afraid it will hurt.'

   'Might first time, but probably not, and in any case not for long. 
You've got to start some time.'

   'Will you be gentle, Duncan?'

   'Until you tell me not to, sweetie, Kneel like Sandy did.'

   For a long time it was pleasant, even soothing, as he felt his buttocks
being spread by strong hands, and then the gentle pressure of a finger
moving up and down his crease applying just the slightest pressure to his
anus.  By the way the finger was sliding he knew there was plenty of oil
there too.  He felt lips on the small of his back and Sandy managed to kiss
him on the lips as he knelt.  The whole experience was very sensual, and
this did not change as that roving finger gradually slipped into his
bottom, knuckle deep at first and then completely.  Now his anus was being
finger fucked so very slowly and gently, and it was so good he felt himself
going into a reverie, scarcely aware of anything beyond two pairs of hands
intent on caressing, giving and taking pleasure.  He felt his anus
stretched, and knew that more than one finger was in it now: and that was
still good.

   The almost-trance was broken by a sudden pain and he knew those gentle
fingers had been replaced by Duncan's hard cock.  He felt his arsehole
contract and grip the invading cock tightly.

   'Shh!  It'll be all right.  Wait a minute'.  That was Sandy whispering
in his ear.  He knew Sandy loved being fucked, and knew he too must have
had his first time, and was willing to wait while the pain passed and his
bottom relaxed.

   Duncan felt the grip on his shaft relax and pulled it back an inch or
two before pushing again till this time he was in completely, his balls
touching Mark and his thighs resting on the boy's buttocks.  Out and in
again, and he was fucking, slowly and gently, but certainly fucking!

   The pain had gone now, but Mark could not call it pleasure....  not yet.

   'I think you could do me a bit harder now, Duncan....' He remembered
Duncan had hinted the boy would soon be asking for "harder, faster", the
cry of every man with a hard cock up his arse.  Mark felt down and found
his own cock still hard.  He started to jerk it, and, yes!  he was now
feeling something in his arse.  Yes, this was good.  'Harder, faster.  Oh
yes!'

   His own hand flew up and down his cock, Sandy was caressing his
shoulders and whispering sweet obscenities in his ear, and Duncan was now
fucking him with all the vigour of a young athlete.  This was heaven!  He
felt himself about to come.

   'I'm coming!'

   'Me too!'

   The knowledge that the boy was coming, was feeling that ecstasy, brought
the man off, and they came together, the boy spunking over his hand and
onto the sheets, the man deep inside the boy's arse.

   The three were silent for a few seconds, the boy proud he had given
pleasure, relieved that he had felt pleasure, and the two men looking
forward to many more sessions with this beautiful teenage boy.  As the
boy's arse finally expelled Duncan's cock, he reached for tissues and
cleaned himself and the boy: they would have to teach him to douche!

   'I'll go and get some coffee.'

   The two watched Sandy as he walked across the room to the door, hard
cock waving in front of him as if signalling the way.

   'He's so slender!'

   'Willowy.  Almost boyish!'

   'You like boyish?'

   'You know I do, Mark.  You're just teasing!  Kiss me!'

   The kiss was long and passionate, hands still exploring unfamiliar
bodies.

   'I think I prefer a strong, muscular man.'

   'I expect you're temperamentally a "bottom" like Sandy.

   'Bottom?'

   'We say top for a guy who prefers be active, and bottom for a guy who
prefers to be fucked.  Versatile meand they like both.  I'm top and Sandy
is bottom.'

   'I think I'm versatile then.  I certainly liked fucking Sandy.  Hey!  He
hasn't come yet!'

   'Give him some of that when he brings the coffee.' He pointed to the
screen where the rent boy was now sucking his client.

   How many men have been introduced to anal sex before the oral pleasures:
with most it must be the other way round.  But for Mark it was still new
when Sandy slipped his cock into the boy's mouth, kneeling over his chest
and holding his head between his palms.  He licked the knob with his
tongue, and closed his lips round the shaft feeling that at first strange
contrast between the silkiness of the skin and the rubbery strength of the
cock within, It was difficult to move his head laying on his back, neck
propped against a pillow, but Sandy was doing all the work, moving back and
forth, shagging the boy's face.  Mark grasped Sandy's buttocks, one smooth
cheek in each palm, and as the edge of one hand slipped into the bum-crease
he heard Sandy groan with pleasure.  Untaught, he knew exactly what Sandy
would like and slid one finger into Sandy's arse, sliding in the lube and
cum already there.  He finger fucked him in rhythm with the cock sliding in
and out his mouth.

   Mark felt a tongue on his balls, and opened his legs a bit wider so
Duncan would be able to get at them easier: he felt lips and teeth nibbling
at them, pulling at his sack, licking and kissing, his thighs stroked and
caressed.  It crossed his mind how good it would be to have Duncan fuck him
while sandy shagged his mouth.  He would have to kneel for this, he worked
out.  Something for next time!  For he was sure there would be a next time.

   And still that cock between his lips, slamming roughly in and out now,
faster and more brutal.  This was good, but the boy's mind was wandering.
He thought sudddenly of Winston McBrown.  This tall, athletic black boy
seemed always to be following Mark around, despite being two years older, a
great gulf at their tender age.  It was suddenly clear that Winston wanted
him, wanted him like Sandy and Duncan did.  Well he could have him, arse
and mouth.  He decided to walk home with the boy and tell him, no names,
about this session.  The rest would follow!  he fluttered his tongue up
Sandy's shaft and gave him a second finger.  Again that satified groan of
pleasure, but this time a sudden tenseness in Sandy's buttocks, and then
the first gush of silky cum into his mouth.  He swallowed, and there was
more and more until the shagging slowed, to finally stop.

   The coffee was nearly cold, but they drank it none-the-less.

   'I ought to be going back...  I only went out to the shop.  Can I come
round again?'

   'I hope so.  We're in lots of evenings, and always Sunday morning.  Just
drop in when you feel like it.'

  
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