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 First Times Retold.  : by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton Mm

   As usual when Sylvie visited me we had dressed separately, me in the
main bedroom and Sylvie in the living-room and bathroom.  Again as usual we
met in the kitchen, where I brewed some coffee and made toast, which we ate
with unsalted butter and honey.  I had chosen to wear a white silk
calf-length dress (over white satin lingerie, matching bra, panties and
garter-belt).  I love the feel of the weight of my silicon breast-forms and
always use adhesive to get that sensual effect.  I'm a traditional girl and
like fully fashioned nylons and high heels.  Sylvie was delightfully tarty
with her purple and black satin basque, black seamed stockings, and black
patent-leather high heels.  In her blonde wig and heavy make-up she was
just the sort of young housewife a postman would dream of finding at the
door when seeking a signature, obviously dressed for bed!

   As we had our breakfast we chatted about girlie things: who we had slept
with since our last session, bitchy stuff about tvs and admirers we both
meet, you know the sort of thing.

   I considered spreading honey on her cock and licking it off (I could see
the promising bulge in her tight little lace and satin thong), but thought
I might spoil her lovely outfit.

   Then it was time for bed.  We were both ready for it.  And I don't mean
tired.  She led the way up the stairs and I enjoyed a quick grope of her
cute little arse.

  
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   As usual, we were both greedy for cock.  and there was only the most
minimal kissing and cuddling before we were in a classic sixty-nine,
side-by side on the king-sized double bed I had insisted the wife buy for
the main guest bedroom.  I nuzzled my cheeks and lips against the satin of
her crotch and was rewarded with the feel of her cock getting hard.  It
peeped out from the top of her waistband, and I gave it a light, tender
kiss.

   She had pulled my dress up till it was round my waist, and had pulled my
panties down.  We always keep our shoes on in bed, and I lifted an ankle
for her to slip the silk off one leg.  I felt her hands holding my ankle
and then running up over the nylon, enjoying the shiny gloss.

   Then it was down to business and I felt her mouth, warm, wet and gentle
round my cock.  I rolled over on top of her, pulled her cock out of the
side of her thong and slid her knob into my mouth.  We are both cut, which
is a pity as I love to slip the tip of my tongue up between the skin and
the knob.  But she has a lovely prick, straight, not too big, but with a
very large helmet.  I was shagging her mouth, and gobbling up and down on
her cock.  I had to support my weight on my arms, but her hands were free,
and she was stroking my naked arse .

   It was the first time we had seen each other for a fortnight and it did
not take her long to come.  I felt the warm and slippery cum well up into
my mouth, and as usual the taste and feel of it made me come too.

   I rolled off and we lay silent for several minutes.  These quick,
urgent, desperate, sessions leave you feeling tired for a bit!

  
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   'That feels lovely.  There's nothing like a cock in satin.'

   'Except perhaps the feel of satin round your own cock and balls.  And
the feel of nylon-clad legs against your own.'

   'We go on like this you'll get me hard again.  Kiss me.'

   'That's nice.  A real lover's kiss.  I'm glad you shave all over.  I
love you smooth under your silks, Julie.'

   'Like a boy...'

   'Oh, don't, please, Julie.  You're teasing me.'

   'From the way you groaned I think I know what will make you hard again.
I'll tell you about my first time.'

   'Oh yes.  I'll lay like this, with my face against your panties.'

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   'I was just fourteen.'

   'Ooooh!'

   'Don't interrupt!.  Anyway I was a very pretty lad then.'

   'Still are a pretty girl now, darling.'

   'Look, let me get on with the story!  I was quite tall, blonde hair
fairly long like we wore it then, not chubby, not thin, not yet muscular,
but not scrawny either.  Really very boyish and pretty.'

   'And vain, too, I'll bet!'

   'Oh, shut up, Sylvie.  Suck my cock.  See if you can get me hard again.
In any case that'll stop you interrupting.'

   'We lived in the States then, West Coast.  Dad was in the Royal Navy but
he'd been seconded to the US Navy for three years, a training job in San
Diego.  So not only was I blonde, blue-eyed, and boyish, I was suntanned as
well.  That's better.  I like your tongue doing that.  Mother was a
Catholic, and Dad went along with the religion for an easy life.  He often
found an excuse for not going to Mass on Sundays.  I was always forced to
go.'

   'They fuck you up your Mum and Dad....'

   'Shut up, and suck.  The priest in the community church, because we did
not use the church on the base, was not your usual type at all.  Father
Meadows.'

   'I thought they all had names like Father Joseph, or Father Peter.  '

   'I said he wasn't your usual priest.  Belonged to some special order. 
Not only did he use his real name, but mostly, except at Mass, he used
ordinary civilian clothes.  He ran the local boys' basket ball team, and
dressed like any other coach then.  At the beach, where we did a lot of our
training, he would wear trunks like the rest of us.  I was the star of the
team, mainly because I was tall.'

   'Glad you didn't get muscles, darling.  Except here: you're beginning to
get hard.'

   'I gave up all those manly pursuits as soon as I was free to.  Fem, now
Sylvie.  All woman!.'

   'And even lovelier.'

   'You're so nice, Sylvie.  Come here and kiss me again.  Hey, you're
getting hard too.'

   'Nearly there.  I'm imagining you at fourteen.  A pretty lad!  Mmmmmmm.'

   'Anyway, when I was fourteen I had to be confirmed.'

   'Poor Julie.  I felt you shudder.'

   'It was horrible.  Especially as I had to confess before the service. 
There were three of us, all boys, and he confessed us one after the other.
I was last.'

   'Nothing too horrible to admit to I hope.'

   'It seemed bad at the time.  Remember I was fourteen and my head had
been filled with all sorts of rubbish about Hell and so on.  I went through
all the silly little-boy stuff and finally came to the bits that had been
scaring me stiff.

   "There's this girl, Father."

   "Yes?"

   "Well we kiss and stuff."

   "What stuff?"

   "I feel her breasts.  And put my hand up her skirt and touch her there
inside her knickers.  And she comes.  And...  And she feels my cock and
takes it out

   and rubs it and I come too" That all came tumbling out.  And there was a
silence before I plucked up courage to continue.  You must remember how
homophobic school cultures were in those days.

   "And there's more, Father."

   "You must confess to everything you need to."

   "I have lustful thoughts.  Not only about girls, but about boys and
especially men."

   "What thoughts?"

   "I think about being naked with them in bed, and feeling, and kissing,
And feeling their cocks and having them feel mine.  And making them come.
And

   having them make me come.  There, I said it!"

   "Not so loud!  They'll hear in the congregation.You are in bed when you
have these thoughts?"

   "Yes Father."

   "And what are you doing when you think them?"

   "I'm ....  I'm....  well, I'm touching myself.  I'm ...  jerking untill
I come." There was another silence.  But that was not all I had to confess.
This was the really difficult bit for a boy of fourteen.  "Sometimes when I
do that, I mean feel myself till I come, I put on panties and stockings. 
Sometimes

   more.  I look at myself in the mirror as I come.  I like the feel of
them too."

   "Where do you get them, these girl's clothes.'

   "My big sister.  From the laundry basket." Another silence.

   "And that's all is it?" Another silence.

   "Good!  None of that is at all serious.  Scarcely even sins at all.  Say
twenty Hail Maries." And that was all there was to it.  I went through the
silly ritual that followed, and was a new, innocent lad again!  And been
told my guilty secrets were nothing at all really.

   'I liked that bit about lustful thoughts.  We like boys with lustful
thoughts, don't we, you wicked girl.  I thought the Catholic Church was
pretty hot against gay stuff.  He didn't tell you not to think about boys.
Funny that.'

   'Especially you like boys with lustful thoughts about cocks, don't you,
darling.  Well I hope you make sure they are sixteen, you naughty girl.' I
gave her prick a friendly, possessive squeeze.  'And yesThe Church don't
like gays at all.  No sir!'

   'What happened next.  Did your oh-so-liberal priest get his wicked way
the handsome young lad?'

   'Tuesday morning as I was getting ready for school mother said, "Father
Meadows wants you to visit him Thursday evening as usual."'

   "Aw!  Mum!  I thought I'd done with all that stuff." "You'll do as
you're told, Kevin.  If Father Meadows wants you, you go."

   Sylvie laughed.  'She wouldn't have been so keen if she knew what he
wanted you for, Julie.  Got any photos of you back then?'

   'On the shelf there.  The blue one at the end.'

   Sylvie got up, and tucked her hard cock back into her thong as she
collected the book.  God she's got a beautiful arse, so trim, and prettily
divided by the narrow satin thong.  Her slender ankles and long legs were
so well set-off by her high, high heels.  I'm sure she only got up because
she knows I love to see her walk about dressed tarty.

   'This is you, isn't it?  What a dream you were, a wet dream!  I can't
blame him for wanting you.'

   'I'd have been twelve in that one.  Couple of pages on is the fourteen
year old boy he seduced, if that's the right word.'

   'I expect you were willing enough, knowing you, Julie.  Jesus, that's
even better.  That's what I love, just the beginnings of muscle there in
the shoulders, and chest hairless.  What a cheeky grin, and what a pretty
little bulge.  Jail-bait you were, Julie.  Poor man, he hadn't a chance! 
You'd have tempted a saint, let alone a priest.'

   'Poor man my arse!  Lucky bastard getting a pretty lad like that to play
with, and a virgin too!'

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   'I'll look at the photos later.  Tell me what happened that Thursday.'

   'I was late as usual.  Not terribly, but just enough to show I wasn't
that keen.  Apparently he'd been filling my mother's empty, pious head with
ideas about me becoming a priest eventually.  I felt pissed off, I tell
you. If it weren't for the fact he was the baseball coach as well as the
sky-pilot I might have risked my mother's anger.'

   'You'd make a better nun than priest, darling.  Here, let me lick your
balls while you tell me.  And I promise not to interrupt.'

   'That's nice.  And don't forget my cock.  It wants some more.  Well, as
I said I got there late, and I was surprised to find him in his robes,
which he never wore for these catechism sessions.  They were white.  I
don't know why.  Something to do with the sect he belonged to I guess. 
Anyway he sat me down on a settee, sat beside me and started his pitch.

   "I wanted you to come round at least once more so I could talk to you
about what you said in the confessional."

   'Hey!  I thought he wasn't supposed to know who it was confessing. 
That's the whole idea isn't it?'

   'Three boys in confession.  One English accent.  Don't have to be a
genius to work that out, Sylvie.  And you said you wouldn't interrupt.  Get
sucking darling, and I'll get on with the story.'

   'K.  Sorry!'

   'He put his hand on my knee: I was still in short trousers at fourteen.
Hot country.  I found I liked that, a nice, firm hand, and moved a bit
closer so our legs were touching, though his robes were voluminous.'

   "I really wanted to make sure you did not feel guilty about having
emotions towards other boys and men.  That is quite natural for a lot of
boys.  And the Good Lord in His

   wisdom makes all sorts of people, and makes some of them who like girls,
some who like boys, and some like you who like both.  Lots of us think the
Church is wrong in

   saying that is wrong.  I certainly do." 'His hand was further up my leg
now, half way up my thigh.  And he was applying a light pressure to the
side so my leg was pressing even harder against his.'

   "And, of course, if you have those feelings towards boys and men, it is
only natural to want to express them.  God would not have given us the
ability, that great gift, of being

   able to love men, and then asked us to repress it.  And what more
natural than to want what you want, to be naked in a man's arms.  I know I
want that more than anything

   myself, and I don't feel at all guilty." 'His hand was resting on my
crotch now, and the talk of naked embraces had given me the instant hard
that only fourteen year old boys can get.  A balls-aching, twitching hard!'

   'MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm.'

   'Don't stop, Sylvie.'

   "And I can feel you are attracted to me, just as I am to you." 'At that
moment he astounded me my standing up and pulling his robes off over his
head in one grand sweep.  He was naked beneath, and hard, and his was the
loveliest cock I had ever seen.  Long, slender, straight at an angle of
fortyfive degrees, with a beautiful, large helmet.  I could not take my
eyes off it, and without thinking just reached forwards towards it with my
two hands.  He had always looked good in his trunks on the beach, tanned,
broad shoulders, well-built but not muscle-bulging.  And this wonderful
cock, so much bigger than I imagined possible, gave shape and meaning to
his wonderful masculinity.'

   'Crafty bugger!  That's why he was wearing his robes, so he could strip
quick.'

   'Probably.  But he did me a great favour that evening.'

   'And himself, no doubt.  OK I'll stop interrupting and get on with
licking you, darling.'

   'He had probably wondered, schemed even, how he was going to get his
young victim out of his clothes, but in the event need not have worried. 
As soon as he was naked, I wanted to be too; I remembered that magic phrase
"naked in a man's arms", and was pulling my t-shirt up over my head.  I
felt his fingers on my the buckle of my shorts.  I threw the shirt on the
floor as he was pulling my zip down.  I stood up and He drew my shorts and
pants down, both together, a hand on each of my hips, till we were standing
there naked.  And he embraced me.  I was in his arms, our cocks hard
against each other, arms around, his round my shoulders, mine around his
buttocks, and he leaned down and kissed me.  It seemed like heaven to me. I
had that tight feeling in my chest I get when I see you, darling.'

   'You're so nice, sweetie.  But don't stop in full flow.  I want to know
what you did, a young lad, a grown man.'

   'I was in a daze, and scarcely aware of what was happening to me.  But I
can remember the smell of his aftershave, and the feel of his cock pressed
against my thighs.  He forced his tongue into my mouth, and I remember
thinking that was nice.  I'd never done it with my girl, and I slipped my
tongue into his mouth.  We kissed with lips open, and it was as if he
wanted to eat my lips.  Very exciting.  He had not touched my cock yet, but
I remember hoping he would, and then I could touch his.  He picked me up: I
was surprised how strong he was : and carried me to the large sofa.  He lay
me up against the back of the sofa and lay beside me.  There really wasn't
room for both of us, and he had to crush me in.  We kissed again, and he
was stroking my chest, and I was stroking his back.  I knew from what
Tracey did to me sometimes that he would like a finger nail scraped gently
down his back.  He groaned, and I felt his hand slip between us, and grasp
my cock.My turn to groan.

   This was what I had dreamed of.  Or at least half of it.  The other half
cme true when I reached down and had his wonderful cock in my hand.  I
hoped he would jerk me off, and that I could jerk him off too, but he had
other and better ideas.  He must have been uncomfortable, one knee on the
floor, the other leg on the sofa, but I expect I was worth it.'

   'I'll bet you were, darling.  I wish I'd known you then.'

   'You and your boys, Sylvie.'

   'You're as bad, Julie.  But just think of all those boys we had when we
were boys ourselves.'

   'And all the lovely boys we didn't have!  Anyway, Father Meadows was
certainly enjoying this teenage boy.  His lips left mine and fastened on my
nipple.  That was a new sensation for me, and it was good!  So he sucked
one nipple while he rolled the other one between his finger and thumb.  It
was as if they were joined to my cock by a thread of pleasure.  But his
lips left my nipple and brushed lightly down my chest to my belly button. I
remember it tickled and I giggled as he ran the tip of his tongue round it,
and then penetrated it.  I was holding his shoulders, feling the muscles
there.  Down again with his tongue, and I felt it tickling my balls: I was
nearly hairless there still, though there would have been a very fine fuzz.
It itched often!'

   'Shaved lovely and smooth now, darling.'

   'Specially for you sweetie.  Then he licked the length of my cock,
finishing with a kiss for my knob.  I would have had about a four or five
inch cock then, and still very slender.  I felt his hand cradle my balls
and then the joy of feeling his lips close over my knob, and the warm
wetness of his mouth as my cock slid into it.  I remember holding his head
between my hands, and guiding it as he bobbed up and down on me.  I had
been hyper-excited before at the prospect of being jerked off, and now this
new, wonderful feeling.  I groaned, and I came, a huge orgasm.  He
swallowed, but I probably didn't yet produce much cum.'

   'Not like nowadays, darling.  Did you suck him?'

   'He sat on the sofa, me still laying across it.'

   "Will you do something for me too, Kevin?" "I want to.  Can I do the
same?"

   'His answer was to hold my arm and guide me till I was sitting on the
carrpet between his knees.  His cock filled my vision, and his hairy balls.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip of it.  There was a drop of clear
precum there, and so my first cum entered my mouth.  Now he held my head
between his hands, just as I had his, and gently forced it downwards so his
knob and then his shaft entered my mouth.  I gagged a second, but adjusted
so it rested in my cheek.I felt his legs close around my body, and this,
with his hands in my hair, meant he had me where he wanted me.  And I
certainly had him where I wanted him.  I was bobbing up down on him, and
being rewarded by feeling his passion as his hips rose to meet each
down-thrust from my mouth.  I realised this was what I had wanted in all
those night-time fantasies, to be clasped by a strong guy, and to feel his
cock in my mouth.  I recalled how good it had been when he had cradled my
balls in his hand, and gently fondled them.  Still with one arm around him,
in the small of his back, I gently held his balls.  He groaned, and
immediately I felt the warm, slippery come well up in my mouth.  I
swallowed and swallowed as my mouth was filled with spurt after spurt. 
Finally his orgasm died away, his legs released their grip round my body,
and his hands rumpled my hair rather than gripping my head.

   'He raised me and pulled me to sit beside him again.I remember thinking
as we kissed that bour cum would be mixed as we kissed.

   "That was lovely, Father.  I never knew it could be so good." "For me
too.  And I'm so glad you liked it.  I was sure you would." "It's great. 
Do you have many boys, I mean like that?" "Better not ask, Kevin."

   'In fact, I later found out he had several, though never more than one
at a time.  He got up and came back with two bottles and two glasses on a
tray.'

   "I think you'll like this, too."

   'The drink he poured me was a large measure of orange brandy,
sweet-tasting, and very, very strong.  He had a malt whiskey, and we sat
talking, and drinking.  It was a pleasant drink, and soon went down.  By
the time I was into the second I was really quite drunk.'

   'As he intended, no doubt, Julie.  So what happened next?'

   'We went upstairs.  I remember he caressed my arsecheeks from behind on
the stairs, and I was giggling.  In his bedroom, which was plush and not at
all masculine, laid out on the bed was..  guess what?'

   'I know, darling, I can guess: Pretty, girly things.'

   'You're so right, Sylvie.  White satin with blue lace trimmings,
matching panties, bra, suspender-belt and the prettiest satin top.  And a
packet of tan fully fashioned nylon stockings, and the loveliest silver
high-heeled sandals.  I picked up the panties and held the satin to my
cheek.  And then one of the shoes.  It was my size.'

   "How did you know my size?" "I looked in the basketball lockers.  Hope
you don't mind." "Mind?  They're lovely."

   I was already sliding the suspender belt up my naked legs.  It fitted
perfectly, my belly covered by the white satin.  I'd never had
fully-fashioned stockings before, but used to clip out pictures of film
stars in them.  So my little cock went hard again as I slipped the silky,
wispy nylon over my legs: they were long enough to reach nearly to my
crotch, just an inch or so of naked flesh.  The panties turned out to be
open-crotch, so my cock stood out clear of them.  He helped me with the
bra, slightly padded, and I slipped the top over all.  Sitting on the bed,
I put on my first pair of really sexy shoes.  Not my first feminine shoes,
but the womenfolk whose clothes I borrowed were not into sexy stuff much. I
stood in front of a long mirror and looked at myself, from the front, and
then turning round looking over my shoulder at my arse.  I looked good.  I
wish you could have seen me when I was fourteen, Sylvie.,

   'Don't darling, please.  A young boy in satin!  It's too much for me.'

   'Anyway, he stood behind me, and caressed my belly and chest, through
the shiny satin.  I could feel his cock hard in the small of my back.  He
was smiling.'

   "You look good enough to eat." "Then eat me!"

   'He laughed again, and we went back to the bed.  I lay down, but he
switched on a huge-screen tv in the corner of the room.  He closed the
curtains.'

   "I'm going to show you what men do with boys who want to be treated as
girls."

   'The video started on a beach, stony not sandy, with a guy in his
fifties, grey-haired at any rate, and a boy a bit younger than me.  The
sound was probably Russian, but you did not need to understand the words.
The guy was well-built, looked very fit, but the boy was very slender,
dark-haired, and tanned a deep brown.  He looked as if he could use a good
meal or two, poor kid.The guy was wearing bright white swimming trunks, the
boy sexy, tight scarlet ones.  As they lay on their backs in the sun, you
could see the guy's bulge, but the boy's was less defined.  The camera
zoomed in and we watched the guy's cock become hard under the silk.

   'The boy turned over on his belly, and the guy reached for his arse, to
fondle it.  Then we watched his hand slip down inside the trunks to fondle
naked flesh.  The guy was urgent now, and took the boy in his arms kissing
him.  You could see their bodies straining against each other.  The boy
wanted it as much as he did.  He pulled his own trunks down and we saw his
cock, very long, slender and with a bright red knob.  He pulled the boy's
trunks down, and we saw he too was hard, half the size, but straight,
white, hairless and very pretty to my eyes.

   'And so I saw for the first time the ultimate expression of friendship
between men.  The boy raised his legs, open, baring his anus.  The man
knelt, moistened his cock with spit, lay between thos inviting legs, and
penetrated him.

   'I was enthralled.  This was the secret that had been hidden from me for
so long.  This was why my thoughts were full of men and boys.  This was
what I wanted.  I hugged Father Meadow's thigh as we watched the frantic,
hurried coupling on the shingle beach.'

   "Don't it hurt?" "For a moment.  Then it's good.  Look at the boy's
face."

   'And the boy's face was indeed a picture of ecstacy, eyes closed,
smiling, licking lips, biting lip.  And it was not acting: I could see his
hard cock twitching.  I thought how good it would have been to lean between
the two of them and suck while he was being fucked.  How good to catch and
swallow his cum.'

   'Shall I finger fuck you, while you finish the story, Julie?'

   'Yes, please, darling.  Not much more to tell really.  You never forget
your first time, and the lead up to my first fuck is as clear in my mind as
if it was yesterday.  But the actual fuck, what I felt is at least blurred,
and I may have completely mis-remembered.  I know we didn't speak while he
knelt me down, and applied some gel to my arse.  I'm fairly sure he did not
finger fuck me that time because I remember feeling the pressure of his
knob against my anus, and that was a very sexy feeling.  And then the pain
as his knob penetrated.  That was not sexy atr all, and I think I cried
out. But he was holding my hips firmly and I could not really flinch: I
think he had his hands actually under my suspender belt.  So with a steady
pressure he forced his way up me.  It still hurt, and I was literally
biting the pillow to stifle my pain.  I did so want to give myself to him,
and to experience the pleasure I'd seen on the boy's face in the video. 
And gradually as he slowly but powerfully thrust in and out the pleasure
came, of course, mixed with pain, but breal pleasure none-the-less.  Just
as it is with you finger-fucking me darling.  I did not cum, but was really
enjoying it as he went harder and faster and finally pumped his spunk deep
inside me.'

   'He was a lucky guy, darling.  You've still got a wonderful arse, but at
fourteen....!!!'

   'After he asked whether I wanted to fuck him, or whether I'd like to be
sucked.  You know, darling, I've never fucked a man, only tvs.  That
started that day.'

   'Shall I fuck you, darling?'

   'Please.'

  
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   Half an hour later the two gurls were downstairs, chatting and drinking
the first sherry of the morning.

   'That's a lovely dress, darling.  Where did you find it?'

   'Boutique in Selby Street.  Not dear.  It's a twelve, and I usually need
a fourteen.  You don't think it's too tight?'

   'Just right.  Shows your trim figure off.'

   'You're going to tell me about your first time.'

   'OK.  Are we sitting comfotably?  Then I'll begin.  When I was just
twelve my parents moved from Yorkshire down to Surrey.  It was a bad time
for me.  I had left my few friends behind, and I was not good at making new
ones.  Add to that a new school, and the fact I spoke with a northern
accent and was therefore different.  You know how boys tease anyone
different.  And the school was bigger and much posher than the one I was
used to.'

   'Boarding School?'

   'No, ordinary day-school.  And mostly very impersonal.  So I was not a
happy little boy.  There was, however, one teacher, Mr Townsend.  The boys
called him Jacko,'

   'Ahaa!'

   'That's nice, your hand up my skirt.  Jacko Townsend took a real
interest in his classes.  He taught history, and would take boys out of the
school to museums, archaeological sites and so on.  He was the most popular
teacher in the school, and none of the boys 'mucked about' in his lessons.
He was nothing much to look at, not like your macho priest, Julie.  No, he
was short, and wiry rather than strong.  And he was always immaculately
groomed and dressed in a suit, not like some of the other scruffs who
taught us.  He was quiet spoken, and had a lovely west-country accent: I
never ever heard him raise his voice.  In fact a nice, kind, gentleman.

   'But there was something else.  He had a group he called his 'special
boys'.  There were perhaps a dozen, and not all from his classes.  From the
way other boys nudged, winked, and made snide little jokes and comments, I
soon found I could guess what made them special.'

   'So can I, sweetie.  Were they all twelve, like you.'

   'Most were older, fourteen and fifteen, with one or two thirteen, the
year ahead of me.  When I became a 'special boy' I was the first from my
year.  But not the last!'

   'Special boys used to visit Jacko Townsend's house, have tea, and talk
about history with him.  At least that was the cover story, nudge, nudge,
wink, wink.'

   'I won't ever forget the day he invited me to his house.  From the hints
and innuendos of the other boys I had a fair idea of what would happen:
actually I thought he would jerk me off and want me to wank him too.  I was
quite an innocent lad still, and did not know much about the games men
play. So I had excitement, mixed with a feeling of guilt.  I knew what I
was doing was wrong, but wanted it badly none-the-less.  I'd had tea with
my mother and told her I was going to the youth club for the evening: that
explained why I had showered before I went out.  I remember a tightness in
my chest as I walked up the leafy drive, and rang the doorbell.

   'Jacko Townsend answered the door, wearing a dressing gown.  He closed
the door behind me, and what he did next shocked me more than anything else
all that wonderful evening.'

   'My little Sylvie shocked?  Difficult to believe.'

   'I was still a twelve year old boy, and it had not occurred to me that
men kissed.  Anyway, he took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips, a
lover's kiss.  I froze for a moment and then relaxed as I found it was
good. I felt his lips open, and opened mine.  His tongue entered my mouth,
and I felt my cock hardening.  He was not really so much taller than me,
and I had my arms round him, my hands in the small of his back.  He had one
cheek of my buttocks in each palm, pulling me onto him as we embraced.  I
remember lifting one leg between his, and feeling his cock hard against my
thigh.'

   "I expect the my other boys told you what to expect?" "Not really, sir."
"Then it will be a lovely surprise.  My bedroom is up here."

   'I followed him up the stairs.  The room was light and airy, evening
sunlight streaming through large windows.  There was not much furniture, a
huge double bed with white shiny sheets over it, a bedside table, a
leather-covered stool, a large-screen television, and a mirrored wall,
hiding wardrobes.  Oh!  And something I had never seen before, a mirrored
ceiling.'

   "I've been wanting to see you, Theo, since the first day you arrived at
school.  See you properly I mean."

   'He pulled my tie down and was undoing the buttons on my shirt with
practised fingers.  Then my belt, and my jeans fell to the floor round my
ankles.  Hopping on one foot I kicked off my trainers, stepped out of the
trousers, and dropped my shirt to the carpet to join them.  I stood in my
underpants.  My erection had died away.  This was just a bit scary.  But he
opened his dressing gown and I saw an erect male penis for the first time.
Jacko did not have a very big one....'

   'Good thing too, if he was into fucking boys!'

   'True, Julie.  But it looked big to me, thrusting at me from its nest of
black hair, straight, and with an angry red knob.  I looked at it
fascinated.  He took me in his arms again and we were kissing.  I felt him
reach between us, and grasp my cock through the white cotton.  Greatly
daring, I reached down and held his.  He groaned, through his kiss.Then he
was kneeling and drawing my underpants slowly down, exposing my half-hard
cock.'

   "You are very good-looking, Theo."

   'And I was, too.  At twelve I had lost most of my "puppy fat", and was
slender and long-limbed.  I had that combination of blonde hair, blue eyes,
and a deep summer sun-tan that we both find so attractive in boys.'

   'And girls, Sylvie.  Any pretty teens!'

   'At twelve I was still almost hairless.  Just the lightest of blonde
fuzz on my balls, I expect.  And my cock, which was hard again as he
handled it gently, would have been no more than three or four inches.  My
skin was unblemished, and like silk.'

   'Still is, darling.'

   'You're so nice, Sylvie.  Kiss me!  Nice.  You're hard again.'

   'It's the way you tell 'em darling.'

   'He was nuzzling my cock and balls with his face, holding my hips and
buttocks in his hands as he knelt.'

   "You're so beautiful.  The best.  So lovely.  Such fine skin, smooth,
silky."

   He stood up and we lay on his bed.  It was the first time I had ever
even heard of satin sheets.  They were sensuous to the skin as we lay
entwined, kissing.  I remember feeling the muscles on his shoulders and
arms and thinking he was quite tough, really despite his gentleness.  It
had been exciting kissing standing up, but it was so much better laying
down together.  I felt his hands stroking me everywhere he could reach,
and, yes, I was stroking and caressing him too.  I was inches shorter than
him, so his cock rubbed against my thighs as we writhed together, and mine
was hard against his chest, which was as bare of hair as mine.

   Now his lips left mine, and he was licking my chest.  I felt his tongue
circling first one nipple then the other.  It had not occurred to me that
my nipples could be a centre of sexual feeling, but I soon learned they
were as he nibbled them first with his lips, and then lightly with his
teeth.  I groaned.  I had one hand on the flesh of his strong shoulder, the
other stroking his floppy, fine hair.

   "You're so sexy, Theo.  God, how I've wanted you.  How I love you
tanned, summer boys."

   'I remember thinking that all Jacko Townsend's 'special boys' were
handsome, slender and athletic.  Most of them were tanned (the exception
being Jacob Ntalie who was black as the ace of spades, but very, very
handsome).  I also remember it passed through my over-excited teenage mind
at the time that all that dozen or so of the most desirable boys were
probably available to me if I pleased Jacko, and really qualified as a
'special boy.' I wanted to please him in any case, as I had a typical boy's
crush on a popular teacher.  I decided I'd do everything he wanted.

   'Just at the moment it was my cock he wanted, and his lips brushed
lightly over my belly towards my cock.  I moaned, without thinking, as I
felt his lips close over my knob.  Then there was that delicious feeling of
soft, warm wetness as he took the length in his mouth.  I had really only
expected to be wanked by him, and this was just too, too wonderful.  He
stroked my belly with one hand and cradled my balls with the other as his
head bobbed up and down on me.  I had both hands in his hair, guiding.

   'I thought I was about to come, but he sensed that and stopped.  We were
kissing again, but holding each other less tightly, so I was able to stroke
and fondle him all over his upper body, front and back.

   "Was that good, Theo?"

   "I thought I was going to cum, sir."

   "I know.  That's why I stopped.  The longer you wait, the stronger the
cum will be.  You'll see."

   "I can only just get my hand round your penis, sir."

   "Cock, Theo.  Or prick.  We're in bed, not the laboratory." He
laughed."And you are the best-looking boy in your year, and have a
beautiful cock, and lovely sensitive nipples.  Feel how they

   stand.  And what a lovely, silky skin.  I want to lick your silky
balls."

   'Which is what he did.  I felt him fondling my arse cheeks, cupping my
balls in his free hand, and licking the hairless, silky skin with the tip
of his tongue.  Then that feeling again as my cock slid into his mouth. 
This time, as he sucked and bobbed up and down, he added the sensation of
his tongue fluttering up and down the front of the shaft, there where it's
most sensitive.  I was sure I would come this time.  But he stopped just in
time, laughing.

   "Not many boys your age got precum.  I know, believe me.  You must be
really excited."

   "I am sir." I was still grasping his cock.  " Shall I suck yours, sir."

   "That would be good, Theo."

   'Which was the first cock I ever sucked.  I can remember still how
amazed I was at the combination of smooth softness and warmth inside, and
the steely strength inside.  I did my best but could only get about half
the length in my mouth before I gagged.

   "Sorry,sir."

   "No, that's lovely.  Just like that."

   'I found with about half in my mouth I could bob up and down on it as he
had to me.  And I remembered to cradle and stroke, and so-gently squeeze
his balls, that seemed to my inexperience so very large and hairy, and so
exciting.  He was holding my head between his hands, and telling me what a
good boy I was, what a good little cock-sucker.  That was the rrist time I
had heard cock-sucker used as a term of endearment and not as an insult,
and I remember feeling proud that I could give him such pleasure.  But
suddenly he pulled away.

   "The longer you wait, sir?"

   "Exactly, Theo."

   " I could feel you about to come.  you did come a bit, sir."

   "Kiss me, boy."

   'Now he was laying almsost on top of me, and as we hugged each other, I
could feel his cock was pushing up against my balls.  He moved very
slightly, and I could feel his knob pressing against my anus.'

   "That feels good, sir."

   "It will get better, boy."

   'He scrabbled for something on the bedside table, and then I felt him
spreading oli or lube into my arse crack.  We were still hugging each othe,
me with my arms round his wiry, muscular back.  I felt his finger penetrate
me.'

   "Oooh!"

   "Nice?"

   "Sort of.  Oh!  That's better." He was finger fucking me, slowly and
gently, and had found my half-grown prostate, massaging and titillating it.
"That IS nice."

   "So will this be, Theo."

   'His finger left me, and I felt his knob again against my anus.  I
lifted my legs, and gripped them round his waist, knowing instinctively
that would open me to him.  I felt him push, his weight resting on his
elbows.  His knob entered me.  It hurt.'

   "'Ouch!  Oh that hurts, sir.  Please, no.  You're too big for me."
'Luckily he did not stop, or else I might never have learned that greatest
of sexual pleasures.  No, he kept on and I felt his shaft slide up me till
the tickling hairs of his pubes nestled against my buttocks.

   "It feels ok now, sir." 'He fucked me slowly at first.  I wanted to kiss
him and he speeded up as I stuck my tongue in his mouth and clawed at his
back.  I found I was moving my hips in time with him.  My cock was being
alternately crushed and released, and I thought I would come.

   "You fuck well, boy.  Silky fuck!  Of Jesus, I'm coming."

   "I'm a special boy now," I remember saying idiotically as he came.

   "You are!  A glorious, beautiful, sexy, twelve year-old special boy,
with a lifetime of breaking men's hearts in front of you."

   'Prescient, Sylvie, darling.'

   'Now you're interrupting me!  I still had not come.'

   "Would you like to fuck me, or shall I suck you till you come in my
mouth?"

   'In fact I never did fuck Jacko Townsend as every time there was an
opportunity, I found I preferred his mouth.  I fucked plenty of the
'special boys though, over the next five years!  Anyway.  he was down on me
again, and this time did not stop.  I don't expect there was much cum, if
any, but it was a great, glorious orgasm.'

   'I'll bet!  Now do I get to fuck you, Julie?'

   'There, over the kitchen table, Sylvie, darling.  Like so many bored
housewives, home alone in the suburbs, getting themselves shagged by the
postman.'

   'Plumber, gardener, delivery-boy, schoolboy next door, anybody,
darling!'

   FIN