"Larry Laurence" : by (c)  Hamilton Joyce          Mm

Jack O'Halleran was holding forth to a group of his cronies.

'And I tell you he is gay. I saw him coming out of The Paradise Sauna, 
and you know what that means.'

'Probably not him at all. Anyway, he's a big, strong guy.'

'Used to play rugby for Scotland.'

'Only once. And it was him. Plenty of big strong guys are gay. You 
should see some of them going into The Paradise, and The Brewers' 
Arms. Massive guys. That's a gay pub. Anyway, "Good afternoon Mr 
Laurence" I  said. "Good afternoon O'Halleran" he said. So there, 
know-all.'

'Jack's right. I've seen him in The Colt coffee bar. You can see 
through the windows there. They're all poofs in there.'

'And what were you doing looking in the windows? You gay too?'

'Same as you I expect, looking at the gays going in and out of the 
sauna.'

The conversation broke up in a wrestling match.  Boys then had a form 
of wrestling that involved going for the balls and 'pilling' the loser. 
Probably still do, I guess.

I noticed Dickerson had been listening, like me. He was not part of 
O'Hallaran's gang either, but hung around on the edges as I did: we 
were neither of us very popular lads. He looked very interested, his 
eyes shining. I wondered if, like me, he was half in love with Mr 
Laurence. I used to lay in bed at night and imagine my Physics teacher: 
how many times had he had me in the mouth, and yes, in the bottom 
too, in my nightly fantasies? I always felt guilty after coming. In those 
days there was nothing but contempt for gays, and I knew my fantasies 
meant I was gay. In my time boys were not at all innocent. They knew 
all about sex, including gay sex, and I'd seen plenty of photos of men 
enjoying each other. But I'd never had any sex of any sort (except in 
the privacy of my solitary bed). And the culture of my school was 
rigorously hetero.

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During Chemistry I was thinking about Mr Laurence, and finally 
plucked up courage to say what I felt I had to out of loyalty to him. He 
was a huge and strong man, but there was a gentleness and kindness 
about him that made him approachable even to a timid fourteen year 
old boy. I went to his office after lunch. He was sitting with his feet up 
on the desk, reading a paper. His heavy tweed jacket was draped over 
the back of his chair.

'Ah, Cecil. And what brings you here?'

'I thought you should know what the boys are saying, sir. It's all round 
the school.'

'What is, Cecil? Spit it out, boy.'

'They are saying you're gay, sir.' I knew I was stuttering a bit, 
nervous.

'And perhaps I am, Cecil. But it's no business of theirs. Do you agree?

He seemed unconcerned. And I was dumb-struck a moment. So he was 
gay! I thought of my nightly fantasies, and even of the dreams...

'Oh, yes, sir. Not their business. Not their business at all.'

'Good of you to tell me though, Cecil. Thank you. Why did you?'

I blushed bright red. I always blushed, and I hated it. And the more I 
was ashamed of blushing, the more I blushed. Later Mr Laurence 
cured me of it, miraculously. So I blushed but I managed to say, 'I 
think I'm gay too, sir.'

'Why do you think that, Cecil?'

'Well, sir, when the boys look at magazines with girls in them it does 
nothing for me. But I found a mag with men and boys in it, on the bus, 
and that always gets me going when I look at it. And I always get hard 
in the showers with the other boys. They laugh at me for it.'

'That would be a sight to see! But which, the men or the boys? Who 
does it best for you?'

'Both, sir. But especially I like men, big and strong and forceful, like. 
Some of the Upper School boys when I've been running touch-judge 
for the first fifteen and we shower together. Especially then, sir. I can't 
help looking at them and wishing they would touch me, sir.'

'And getting hard, I assume? I'm like you, Cecil. I like men and boys, 
but not like you as I prefer young, slender boys really. Could be lucky 
for us both I suppose.'

He got up, went to the door, and turned the key in the lock. My heart 
was racing. I just knew something wonderful was about to happen. He 
returned to where I stood in front of his desk, and slowly slid his zip 
down.

'Let's see if you really are gay. Put your hand in there.' I slipped my 
hand, trembling, into his flies, and found his cotton underpants. 
Feeling, I found his cock, hard under the cotton. I grasped it. I was in a 
daze, hardly thinking at all now. I could feel it hard, and long, and it 
seemed to me to be throbbing. 
'Nice?'

'Oh, yes!'

'Then put your hand right in.'

I found a way up inside his shorts. My fingers combed through bushy 
hair, and there it was, a naked cock. It felt huge. I stroked it 
reverently. I found the knob, and gripped that for a second, and then 
closed my hand round the shaft. The skin was so smooth and warm  
and soft, yet beneath the shaft it felt like steel.

'Take it out, boy. Ah yes. Now are you hard? I thought you would be.' 
His hand was stroking my cock through my grey flannel trousers. I 
looked down at his hand holding me, the cloth scrunched up but the 
shape very clear.  My cock looked so small in his massive fist. 'Let's 
see it.' He unzipped my flies, and my cock was out, hard and twitching. 
'No doubt about it, Cecil. You're gay all right! And this is really very 
nice, beautiful.'

We stood side by side and then facing each other, jerking each other 
off. I could only just get my hand round him, and my fingers and 
thumb did not actually join, but I knew the front was the most sensitive 
and made sure I rubbed there.  He reached forward and cradled my 
balls in his other hand. I reciprocated, and while my balls were tight 
inside their sack, his hung loose, heavy and very exciting to me. I felt 
their weight and tickled them with the tips of my fingers. As I did this I 
was fascinated to see how the skin shrank and they became tight like 
mine, only so much larger.  I came first, one little spurt over his hand 
and wrist: until the month before my orgasms had always been dry:  
this was the most cum I had ever produced, little as it was.  And then 
he came, his huge, masculine squirts splattering up over my tie and 
shirtfront and finally oozing down over my fingers to drip onto the 
worn carpet.

'I'm not very big, Sir. And you've got much more cum.'

'You're big for fourteen, Cecil.' And, indeed, I was bigger than most 
of the other boys, about an inch longer than most  at five inches, 
compensation perhaps for my otherwise slender and un-muscular 
body. 'A very nice cock. And you have as much cum as any boy of 
fourteen who wanks at least once every day. Yes, I know about boys, 
Cecil! I expect you jerk off at least once each night.' He was wiping up 
both our cum with a big red handkerchief. 'Does your mother let you 
out in the evenings, Cecil?'

'Till eleven in the summer.'

'Would you like to come round to my flat at seven this evening and 
we'll do it properly? Comfortable on my bed. Have a real cuddle and 
get to know each other. Watch some porn, too. Would you like that?'

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I expect everyone can remember his first time. I recall that evening 
with great clarity. It was a fine early summer evening, and I had to 
walk across the park. The sun made dappled patterns on the manicured 
grass. I remember seeing two ducks mating, and thinking to myself 
'That will be me in a few minutes.' I saw a girl and a boy holding hands 
and kissing and thought that was not for me. I knew what I wanted! A 
memory of that oh-so-desirable cock flashed through my mind, stirring 
my own cock into life yet again. ' My heart beat, and I walked faster.

The apartment block was new and modern. His was on the sixth floor, 
the top floor, so I took the lift. My heart was racing, and I had that 
feeling of tightness in the chest you always get when you are in love 
and about to meet your lover. I desperately hoped I would not blush, 
but knew I would.

The lift doors opened. For a moment I hesitated. What I was doing  
was wrong, and I should not be doing it. It was wrong to love another 
man; even wronger to have sex with another male. I should take the lift 
down right now and go away. I  hesitated but walked on out of the lift; 
the doors shut behind me as the lift was called down by someone,  and 
the course of my life was decided. Thank God!

He must have been waiting by the door, because it opened instantly, 
and he stood there welcoming me, a wide smile, perfect teeth I noticed. 
He was not only strong, he was very, very handsome!

'I'm going to have a cup of tea. You like one?'

'Yes please, sir.'

'Sir in school. Larry here. Call me Larry, Cecil.'

He fussed with the teapot. 'Do you know how to work the dvd? OK, 
put one of those disks on and we'll watch while we have our tea.'

I sat down on the sofa, and he sat beside me, the cups on a coffee table. 
I'd never before seen anything like the dvd. It was, for me at that 
moment, fantastic, all my daydreams realised. The boy was blonde and 
slender like me. The man was tall, muscular and hairy like Larry. I 
watched enthralled as they stripped each other, kissing and caressing as 
they did so.

'Let's do the same, Cecil.' He was wearing only a track suit so he was 
naked before me. He was hairy! He had black, curly hair all over his 
chest and belly and round his huge, hard cock. I was fumbling with my 
shirt buttons. He laughed, and whipped my shirt off over my head. 
Then I was in his arms and we were kissing. I'd never kissed anyone 
before (except horrible aunts at Christmas family gatherings, and 
funerals), certainly not a lover's kiss like this first one. His tongue was 
in my mouth, and then mine in his. I was feeling his muscled body, and 
especially that wonderful mat of hair. He was caressing  my back and 
shoulders, and I felt his hand kneading my bottom through my cotton 
trousers. 

'You, too, Cecil.' He undid the button at my waist and slid the zip 
down. I had known what we were going to do and had deliberately not 
worn underpants to make it easy for him. My cock sprang out as my 
trousers slipped down to my ankles. I bent over to take off my shoes 
and socks to get my feet out of my trousers. 'That's very nice, Cecil!' 
As I bent over I felt his stubbled chin against my tender bottom, and 
the shape of his lips in a wet kiss there, just at the top of the crease of 
my arse. As I stood up, his arms were around me, pulling me back 
against him, standing in front of the settee.  He held my cock in one 
hand, and was cradling my balls in the other. I could feel his hard cock 
in the small of my back. I reached round behind me and caressed those 
massive hairy thighs. I turned my head and we kissed again.

I was so enthralled, I even forgot to look at the dvd!

'We'll be more comfortable through here.'

He lifted me up, and carried me effortlessly into the next room, where 
the double bed was covered in a black satin sheet.  He lay me gently on 
my back. As he lay beside me his weight on the sprung mattress made 
me roll towards him, so my thighs and chest were against him. I 
reached down and grasped his cock. He held mine, and we kissed.
Then he pulled me over on top of him, and I had the pleasure of feeling 
his hands parting my buttocks, and feeling into my crease. I was so glad 
I had showered carefully before my visit! 'You are lovely, Cecil. A 
lovely smooth, slender body, and an arse to die for.'

'I think you're so handsome, Larry. You're so broad and strong, and 
so manly. I love the feel of you here.' I was combing my fingers 
through the hair on his chest and gently pinching his nipples, almost 
hidden in the hair.

'Let me….' He rolled me off him so I was laying on my side. Then I 
watched and felt as his mouth and tongue kissed first my nipples, his 
lips pulling them into hard little points, then down over my belly, 
circling a pointed tongue round and then into my belly button, and then 
his lips and tongue on my nearly hairless balls, tickling and teasing so 
the scrotum tightened and crinkled.  And finally, as I knew he would, 
his lips round my knob. This time he held my cock in his mouth, the 
full length, while his tongue flickered around it, titillating and 
provoking. It was the most wonderful feeling ever! I thought I would 
cum.

'Please, me now.' I did the same to him, exactly, nibbling nipples, 
feeling the tickling of his body hair on my lips, licking navel, licking 
and tonguing balls, and finally taking his shaft in my mouth. I imitated 
what I had learned from him a long instant before, his shaft stretching 
my mouth while I moved my tongue along it. It was too big for 
comfort, and I soon varied by moving my head up and down, knob and 
shaft.  This was easier, and seemed to be better for him, because he 
was groaning and holding my head between his hands.  I cupped his 
balls in one hand as if weighing them. With the other, which I slid 
under him, I fingered his arse, without penetrating. My finger tapping 
against his arsehole must have been too much for him, because amid 
groans and endearments I felt his cock twitch, and then my mouth was 
filled with his cum. It was salty, whereas my own had been nearly 
tasteless when I had tried it, but it was smooth, creamy and silky at the 
same time. Then more. And more, and more, and still more. I was 
swallowing as fast as I could, but still some escaped down my chin.
I held onto his hips as his cock moved in my mouth, desperate not to 
lose a drop of this sacred liquid, my lover's tribute to me. (I was a very 
romantic lad at fourteen!) Finally he had done, and his knob rested, 
motionless in my mouth.

'That was lovely! And you've never before, Cecil?'

'Never, sir. I mean Larry. Never. But I loved it. It was marvelous, 
wonderful. I'm going to from now on. You had so much, and it was so 
good!'

'Then you have a gift for it. Now it's my turn. I want your cum.'

I remember glowing with pride and happiness as he sucked me off, 
leaning over me, and dribbling spit onto my cock as he gobbled it in 
and out. He did it ferociously, never letting me touch his teeth, but 
bobbing his head up and down fast and furious.  He was holding me 
one hand on each hip. As I got more excited and closer to coming my 
hips rose involuntarily to meet each down-thrust of his mouth.  And so 
I came. 

I remember thinking as we kissed and I tasted my cum on his lips, that 
our mouths would be exchanging cum as our tongues explored each 
others' mouths.  (I said I was a romantic boy!)

That was it, really, for my first visit. We had not touched our tea, 
which was cold and useless. He gave me a tiny sweet sherry, while he 
had a scotch. I asked him if I could borrow the dvd which was ended, 
unseen, by the time we had had our fun. He made sure I knew how to 
keep it hidden.  I would keep it inside my physics book! I promised to 
return it to him.

'Bring it back tomorrow afternoon. Right after school. You be here by 
four-thirty, and I'll show you some other things we can do for each 
other.

As I went down the stairs I realized that I had not blushed all evening.
And I never blushed again all my life. That's a fact.

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I ran the dvd through, muted, on my computer that evening. The Man 
and the Boy sucked each other off, just as Larry and I had. But they 
did it at the same time, what I knew from playground gossip was called 
"69". It seemed to me a wonderful way to do it, and I wanted to try. 
But then the boy was laid down on his back, his legs over the man's 
shoulders. And the man stuck his huge cock in the boy's arse, and 
fucked him. I could scarcely believe it, the contrast between the broad 
cock and the tight little arsehole being so gross. But the boy certainly 
enjoyed it because he stayed hard, and he came, spraying little globules 
of thin cum over his belly at about the same time as the man pumped 
his spunk in him. An actor could hardly fake that, I thought. So it must 
have been good for him.

There was plenty for me to think about here! I got some Vaseline, and 
tried sticking a finger up my arse. It felt good. Perhaps I would enjoy it 
when Larry fucked me (for I knew that was what he wanted and what 
he meant when he mentioned doing 'other things' together.) It would 
be so exciting to give myself to him; but he was so big, and it might 
hurt! I half wanted it, half feared it. I tried with two fingers, and that 
was good too. Then I tried three and that was tight: it did not hurt 
though, and my cock had stayed hard the whole exercise.

I did not jerk off that night, the first time I missed in two years. I 
wanted to save for my new lover the meager little drops of cum I 
produced.  I hoped he wouldn't mind my feeble little spurts compared 
with his great gushers. Finally I dropped off to sleep, to dream of 
cocks, and muscular, hairy warriors.

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The school day dragged as I looked forward to the afternoon: luckily I 
did not have Physics so did not have the added torture of being in 
Larry's class and reminding myself of his naked body. But four o'clock 
finally came. I gave him time to get ready, and then was riding the lift 
to his flat, and paradise, again.

He had showered I guess and was wearing a long white silk dressing 
gown, incongruously feminine on such a macho frame. I was wearing 
shorts as the day had been forecast to be very hot. I closed the door 
behind me and we were kissing. I had been hard most of the day (oh! 
to be fourteen again!), and I could feel his cock stiffen as we 
embraced. He stroked my naked thighs. He managed to slip his hand up 
the leg of my shorts and I heard him sigh as he held my cock lightly in 
his fist for a moment..

'Let's have you then, Cecil!' He pulled at my tie, and I stripped naked 
there on the doormat. His gown fell open and I saw that magnificent 
body I had dreamed about all night. 'Did you enjoy the film?'

'The guy was very handsome.'

'And the boy very pretty! You could fancy that guy then?'

'I fancy this.' I was flirting shamelessly I felt so at ease with him. I 
knelt in front of him and as he allowed the gown to slip from his 
shoulders into a pool of white silk on the carpet I looked closely at his 
cock. I had been too excited the day before to really register how 
magnificent it was.  I ran my finger tips up the great, bulging vein, and 
made an 'o' with my thumb and forefinger to measure that angry, red 
helmet. I tried to close my hand round the shaft, and could not. There 
was a drop of precum in its eye. Then I could wait no longer and took 
his knob in my mouth. He held my head between two great, hairy 
paws, and pushed deeper and deeper into my mouth. I gagged as it 
touched my throat, but kept him there as I worked my tongue round 
and round. But he raised me to my feet, a hand under each armpit.

'And what about when he fucked the lad? What did you think of that?'

'It was exciting. But I wondered if it would hurt. You're so very big, 
Larry, and I'm sure I've got a tiny arsehole.'

'It can hurt for a second or two, but then it's all right. You'll see.'

This time he did not carry me, and I followed him to his bed.

'The trick is to prepare it. And that is fun, too. You'll soon see. Lay 
down on this pillow. God! You have a lovely arse.'

As I lay, my face against the black satin sheets, I felt him part my arse 
cheeks, felt the stubble of his face against my soft flesh, and then the 
immense pleasure of his tongue rimming my arsehole. His hands held 
my thighs, sometimes running up and down them.  After a minute or 
two licking round my anus, I felt the tongue actually penetrate. I found 
myself giggling. It was pleasurable, but tickled. He reached under me 
and grasped my hard cock while he forced his tongue in deeper.

'Nice?'

'Lovely!'

'Well, let's try this, then.'

He placed some lubricant in my crease, and rubbed it over my secret 
place. Then I felt the tip of his finger enter where his tongue had been. 
This was good too, and there was no discomfort as slowly, gently he 
slipped his finger up me to its full length,

'OK?'

'It's nice.' I wriggled my arse provocatively, still flirting with him.

His finger was working in and out now, and he seemed to have found a 
good place deep inside me, where a feeling like that just before you 
cum was communicating itself to my cock. (I now know he was 
massaging my prostate, but the it was just a lovely feeling.)

'I think I'll cum if you keep doing that.'

'Don't cum yet. We don't want that yet, Cecil.' His response was to 
slip two and perhaps three fingers up me. Now that did feel full and 
tight, but it did not hurt. 

'That's nice too.'

'Then you're ready to make love properly, Cecil'

He turned me over so I was on my back. I watched him spread 
lubricant from a tube over his cock, which gleamed in the sunlight, 
veins standing out and the knob red and twitching.  He lifted my legs to 
his shoulder so my arse was naked, open and available. Then I felt the 
pressure of his knob at my entrance. That was good, a moment to 
treasure. Then I felt the knob penetrate. That hurt, and I must have 
winced. I must have tensed up because in a moment it REALLY hurt.

'Won't last!' Gently he pushed and pushed winning half an inch a time, 
and finally he was completely in me. I was astounded so much cock 
could get up me. He stroked and fondled my chest as, still slowly and 
gently he withdrew as far as his knob. That was OK, a feeling I had 
had every morning for years, if you see what I mean. And then gently 
but powerfully up me again. The feeling of fullness was good now, but 
I felt my anus contract on him, involuntary.

'Relax, Cecil. That's right.' He was fucking me now, sliding it in and 
out. And I was beginning to feel pleasure. To begin with there was 
nothing but a fullness down there and the amazing knowledge that I 
was giving myself to my lover and he was possessing me completely. I 
was his! Then the dull fullness changed into something like physical 
pleasure: there was something communicating itself from my arse to 
my still-erect cock. I stroked my cock, and found myself wanking as 
his thrusts became faster and harder.  I could feel the tension rising in 
my cock, linked in some mysterious way to deep inside my arse.

'You're up for it now, boy.'

'I think I'm going to come. Do me as hard as you want. As fast as you 
want. Oh yes, like that. I'm gonna cum.'

'Me too. God!'

His face had that red, angry look as he came, grimacing almost as if in 
pain. I've seen that look on a man's face so often since, and still find it 
exciting. I knew that with each thrust he was pumping his cum deep 
inside me. I was his lover, his sweetheart, his virgin bride. I felt so 
proud and so happy. I really felt all that! But I was only fourteen, and 
very romantic, and so very in love, so you must excuse me!

So many cocks, so many lovers, and yet that moment is still the 
supreme moment of my life!

Larry had been supporting himself on his arms, my legs over his 
shoulder, but now he lay down on top of me. His weight was almost 
suffocating, but it was very exciting as well. His cock was still up me, 
and his tongue in my mouth. Finally it was my arse that expelled him 
with a contraction.

We showered together quickly, and sat down on his sofa, the whisky 
and sweet sherry fuelling our chat.

'You got a lot of friends, Larry?'

'Fuck buddies you mean? A few. Not many here in Falchester, but a 
few more in London.'

'Boys, like me?'

'You're the only boy I' afraid. More's the pity. Some young men. I've 
one real good friend you'd like. I used to play rugby with him.  You 
must meet him some time. He'd love to meet you, I know. You could 
have a cock in your arse and in your mouth same time.'

I'd heard in the playground about "spit-roasting" , and smiled my 
agreement.

'Well, what about you, Cecil. You got any gay friends to play with.'

'No. I wish I had. I think Toby Dickerson's gay, but I'm not sure. The 
boys laugh at me and call me Mary. They call him Daisy.'

'Don't take any notice of them. I had a lot of that when I was young, 
and it passes. Toby? That pretty dark-haired boy? Why not ask him?  
He can only say no and you never know he may say yes. The boys who 
call him Daisy probably have it right. They're very observant. When I 
was at school they soon guessed I was gay. But I went to an all-boys 
boarding school so even the non-gay boys used to have sex together.  
Perhaps  he might like a threesome with us.'

'That must have been fun! I'd like a sixty nine, like the dvd.' My cock 
was hard again (Oh to be a teen!), and Larry was at least half-hard as 
we caressed each other.

'On the carpet then. One more before you go home.'

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Friday afternoon after school I was chatting with Toby Dickerson.

'I know a place where the old quarrymen used to cut stone from the 
cliffs and lower the blocks into boats below.'

'So?'

'They left ledges where you can sunbathe high above the sea. No-one 
knows they are there now. Difficult to find the way to them. Be nice to 
take some booze and some ciggies and sunbathe there. I'm going 
tomorrow morning. You get the 36 bus.'

'Count me in, Cecil. What sort of booze?'

'I usually take strong lager. You bring six and I'll bring six. And plenty 
of cigarettes.'

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You have to push your way through blackthorn thickets to get there, so 
we were hot and disheveled when suddenly we were on the grassy 
platform, with the sea breaking a hundred feet below. I dumped my 
rucksack, and pulled off my shirt. My shoes and socks followed and 
then my jeans. I stood in my underpants, and thought about it a second. 
What the hell! Why not? I took my white y-fronts off too. I was half-
hard with the thought of what I had in mind.

Toby was stripping as well. And when he saw me completely naked he 
did the same. His cock was nearly hard, like mine. I found it difficult to 
keep my eyes off it, and knew he was looking at me too. This was even 
better than the showers, with the half-promise of some action!

We lay on the grass. The fine grass felt cool against my skin. Seagulls 
whirled in the blue sky, screaming their anger probably at our 
intrusion. The sea was a hundred feet below but we could hear it 
breaking on the rocks. The cliff behind us was covered in clumps of 
bright sea-pinks. The sun was warm, but we both had tanned skin after 
that long hot summer, and would come to no harm.  I was lucky. I was 
not the sort of blonde with a milk-white skin that just burns red. Mine 
was darker, and tanned golden brown. I think my colouring is why I 
have real blonde pussy-hair instead of the ginger a lot of blonde guys 
have. (I've met a lot of guys who bleach it blonde, but I'm natural, 
though the day I left school I shaved it all except for a little patch at 
the base of my prick).  Toby had a Mediterranean, olive complexion, 
and his skin looked so smooth. I imagined my lips on him, licking and 
kissing down his hairless chest, over his flat belly. I was getting really 
hard, one of those erections that feels like winged-steel. I lay over on 
my belly. He had a little more hair than me round his cock, perhaps 
because he was darker and black hair shows up more. And he was 
getting hard too.  His cock had a pretty bend in it, not actually bent, 
but not as straight as mine (or Larry's).

I rummaged in my rucksack, and took out a couple of export-strength 
lagers. I opened one and handed it to Toby. I sat up and took a 
mouthful of mine. I was completely hard now. But so was he so I made 
no attempt to hide it. (Oh! To be fourteen again!)

I set my can down and lay on my side facing him. He did the same.

'If I tell you a secret, Toby, will you promise never to tell anyone?'

'Cross my heart and hope to die.'

'It's simple really. I'm gay. I used to wonder, but now I know I am.'

He smiled shyly. 'I think I am too, Cecil.'

He made the tiniest movement towards me. I moved an inch towards 
him. It was unspoken.  And then we were in each others' arms, kissing.

Neither one of us wanted to break this magic moment, and we lay 
there embracing for what must have been five minutes. I could feel our 
two cocks hard, pressing against each other. I caressed his back and 
shoulders, his hips and his bottom, he mine. I used what I had learned 
from Larry, and slipped my tongue in and out his mouth, and he soon 
reciprocated. Then finally I reached between our two writhing bodies 
and felt for his cock. It was small and springy, at least in comparison 
with Larry's monster. He felt for mine, and we parted so we could 
look at each other.

His had a foreskin, I slipped it back to expose his knob. He was 
stroking mine gently.

'Can I jerk you off, Cecil. I'd like too. I've often thought about that. I 
mean I've thought about it, about wanking another boy when I'm 
wanking myself.'

'I know something better, Toby.' I slipped from him and nuzzled his 
cock and fine pubic hair with my nose and cheek.  There was a drop of 
precum in the eye of it. Then my lips were round his knob. I drew the 
shaft slowly down into my throat. I did not gag this time, but then he 
was much smaller than Larry.

'That's lovely. Shall I…..?' And he was beside me, my cock in his mouth 
too. I remembered the sixty-nine in the film. We found we could bob 
our heads up and down the shafts, and I was cradling and tickling his 
balls. Toby again reciprocated. 

It did not take long. Toby allowed my cock to slip from his mouth and 
panted, 'I'm coming!' He seemed to want to pull his cock from my 
mouth, but I held it there, and forced my cock between his lips again. 
I tasted and felt his cum, slippery in my mouth, and that triggered me 
as well, and I came in his. Like me he swallowed it all.

All my life I've found the feel and taste of cum in my mouth triggers 
my own orgasm. Can be nice, but can sometimes be annoying as I've 
never managed to control that moment.

Later we sat, our rucksacks and clothes making pillows against the 
limestone wall at the back of our shelf. We were sharing a cigarette, 
and each of us into a second can of strong beer. We had scarcely said a 
word for ten minutes, so shocked were we by the strength of our new 
experience, and for Toby the new truth about himself.

'That was nice, Cecil. Do you do it with any other boys?'

'No.  Until you I didn't know anyone to ask. I'd like to of course. But 
here's another secret. An even bigger one.'

'Cross my heart.'

I stubbed the cigarette out, flicked it over the edge down to the sea and 
took another swig from the can. 'It has to be a secret. And you'll see 
why.'

'I promise I won't tell.'

'I do it with Larry Laurence.'

'Fuckin' hell! You do that with him?' 

'And more. He fucks me. He fucks me up my bottom.'

'Fuckin' hell! He sticks it up your bottom. Doesn't that hurt.'

'Did a bit the first time, but I love it now. He can have me whenever 
he wants, and he's real big too. I love it. Makes me cum when he fucks 
me. I take it as fast and as hard as he wants, and he fills me up when he 
comes.'

I could see Toby getting hard again, and lay with my cheek resting on 
his firm, slender thigh. I licked at his half-hard cock. 

'I bet he looks good naked. I dream about him, Cecil.'

'Me, too, Toby. And he really is wonderful stripped. Muscles and hair! 
And he's very strong, but gentle when he fucks me. At least at first. 
When we're well into it he does me hard and fast and fierce.' I 
laughed. Toby was hard again, and so was I. 'Fancy a go at me, Toby?'

'What? In your arse?' But I was already kneeling, facing the ocean. I 
wriggled my arse, and reached in my pocket. I put some lube from the 
tube into my crease. 'Come on, then. I'll grease you up'. I rubbed lube 
into his cock and wriggled my arse again. He found it difficult to get 
the right angle at first kneeling behind me (we all do when we're 
beginning, haven't you noticed?) But finally I said, 'That's it. Now 
push. Gently! Wait a mo! Now a bit more! Oh yes, that's it.' He was in 
me, deep, his thighs resting against my bottom. 'Now fuck me.'

I could feel his hands caressing me, one in the small of my back (where 
I'm very sensitive, especially to a finger nail scratched lightly down the 
length), and the other hand wandering over my hips and my bottom. I 
had a hand under me, supporting myself on one arm. My other hand 
was, of course, jerking my cock in rhythm with his thrusts. You could 
tell Toby was enjoying his first fuck: his thighs crashed into my 
bottom, perhaps even harder than Larry did. But then he had a smaller 
dick. I remember thinking that I should tell Larry to fuck me with the 
full force of his rugger-player's thighs. This thought made me cum, and 
I spurted into the green carpet beneath us. Toby wasn't far off, judging 
by the stream of endearments and oaths.  He told me he was coming, 
and I felt the sudden extra power of three thrusts as he squirted deep 
in me, and then the movement tailing off till he was motionless. He 
leaned forward and I felt his lips form a kiss in the small of my back.

We knelt a few moments, joined, and then my anus expelled him. I like 
the feel of that moment, especially if the cock is still a bit hard as 
Toby's was.

I washed his cock in beer, and dried it on my pants.

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'It's Sunday tomorrow, and I'm supposed to go see Larry at five, Feel 
like getting to know him?'

'Can I? Would you? Oh, thanks Cecil.' 

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The lift door closed behind us. 'Hey! You're hard already Toby!' I 
made a grab for his cock, and he doubled up protecting it, giggling.

'So are you!' And his hand was on mine now. We were kissing as the 
lift stopped. 

No silk dressing gown today, Larry was waiting stark naked. He stood 
at the door handsome, tanned, muscular, hairy, that wide smile on his 
face, his eyes twinkling. His cock hung down in a graceful arc.

'Now that's a nice surprise. It's Toby Dickerson isn't it? When Cecil 
mentioned you I did so hope you'd come round.' The door was closed 
behind us, and there on the threshold the three of us embraced, Toby 
and I in our shirts and shorts, our teacher naked. He kissed me first, 
and then a long and lingering kiss for Toby. I could see Toby had 
nervously reached for Larry's cock and had his hand around it, hard 
now. Both of us were feeling his body, caressing and admiring.

'Might as well undress here, boys.'

I had thought that only grown men were really interesting, but as I 
watched Toby strip, I realized I could go for boys my own age as well. 
He was so fine-shaped, so in proportion, and his cock was pretty rather 
than alarming.

We all three embraced again, naked now, our cocks touching between 
us.

On the bed, black satin sheets still, Larry lay between us, like some 
pasha in an oriental harem, I thought. And we were his little 
concubines, one of them still virgin. Toby took his cue from me and as 
I licked and sucked one nipple so he mouthed the other. Larry groaned 
his pleasure. Then our two mouths trailing down his hairy, hard belly, 
down to his cock.  I let Toby take the knob in his mouth while I licked 
the front of the shaft, there where it is the most sensitive, and then his 
hairy balls with the tip of my tongue.

'So you've been playing with Cecil?'

Toby had to release the knob from his lips to answer, and I profited by 
sliding the whole shaft into my mouth, making those fluttering 
movements with my tongue I knew he liked so much. Toby was licking 
at his balls now.

'Yes, sir. We had some fun yesterday.'

'Larry, Toby. Sir in the classroom, Larry here in bed. What did you 
do?'

'We sucked each other, sir, I mean Larry. And then he wanted me to 
fuck him.'

'He did it well, Larry. Made me cum.'

We were both licking his shaft now, nuzzling our faces into his crotch. 
I was fondling his hips, and the hard bit between his balls and his 
arsehole. Tobu was stroking his belly, chest and tits. Larry was ruffling 
our hair, stroking our backs and pecs, enjoying the attention of his two 
pretty boys.

'So Cecil did not fuck you, Toby?'

'No.'

'Shall I?'

'You're very big.'

'I'll be careful, and Cecil will tell you how good it can be.'

'I want you to, sir. But I'm a bit afraid.'

'Rim him, Cecil. Start relaxing him.'

It was good to kneel behind Toby, part his cheeks and tongue his arse. 
It was pretty, puckered like a little pink dog-rose. I slipped my tongue 
into hi, and like me the first time he giggled. 'That's nice. Tickles' I 
reached under him, and felt his cock hard. Larry was sitting propped 
against the head-board, and Toby had his face in Larry's lap. He was 
licking and sucking while I rimmed him. 

Larry reached over and passed me the lub. I greased Toby's crease, 
and then slipped a finger up him. He gave a little squeak.

'OK?'

I was slipping my index finger in and out, massaging his prostate each 
time. 'It's nice. I was surprised, that's all.'

I gave him two, then three fingers. Still no complaint, so I told Larry. 
'I think he's ready for you now, sir, I mean Larry.'

We switched positions, me against the bed-head, Larry kneeling behind 
that virgin arse. I watched him grease his cock, and place it.  I slipped 
my cock into Toby's mouth and held his head firm with both hands. 
Larry slipped his knob in.  Toby would have screamed but my cock 
stifled it, which was the idea!

'It'll soon pass, Toby, you'll see.' I gave him the same reassurance that 
Larry had given me my first time. I watched as Larry braced those 
muscular thighs and pushed with a slow, powerful thrust. Toby was 
struggling now, and I had to hold his head tight, my cock deep in his 
throat. Larry was restraining his body, a hand on his hip and another 
round his waist. He paused a minute, deep inside the kneeling boy.

'He's right, Toby. It'll pass and then it will be good.' He was shagging 
the boy now, slowly with long, slow but powerful thrusts. The pain had 
clearly passed because I could feel Toby's tongue fluttering up and 
down the shaft of my cock, and could see his hand under his body 
jerking at a hard cock.

'Oh yes! Yes! Now! O fuckin' 'ell, that's good. Oh yes. As hard as you 
want. Oh please. Please. Oh yes! Harder. Oh I'm gonna cum.'

I looked at Larry's face, red and contorted, almost as if in some 
terrible rage. I could see he was about to come too. And then with a 
great thrust of his loins he spurted deep inside the lucky lad. I reached 
down and could feel Toby's silky cum over his and my fist, soaking 
into the satin sheet. Three or so massive thrusts, each one squirting 
cum, and then Larry slowed gradually to a stop. We stayed as we were 
a minute or two, Larry deep in his arse, me deep in his mouth, him 
satisfied. 

I still had not come.

'Would you like to fuck me, Jason?'

'I think I'd rather you sucked me if that's all right.'

In that moment one of the courses of my life was decided. Most of my 
life, nearly always I've had men fuck me and suck me. And I've only 
fucked slender, smooth boys or sometimes transvestites myself, and 
even with them I've preferred to be fucked and sucked. Spit-roasting 
is my ideal, of course.

Have you noticed that gays are not often jealous lovers. Oh, I know 
some can be, but most are only to happy to have a threesome (or 
more-some!) with their current partner. Anyway, that's the way I am, 
and felt only excitement watching my love Larry slipping it to Toby.
But I did need to come. And it did not take long , with Larry sucking at 
me with his full lips, and feeling my nipples, Toby stroking my arse and 
thighs, and sometimes stealing a caress at Larry's hairy frame. I filled 
his mouth with cum, much more I think than a few days before. I was 
growing up fast!

And by the look of the bed, Toby had cum more this time than he had 
before just with me.

Over the now traditional scotch and sweet sherry we chatted for about 
an hour. But there was no more sex, naked as we were. Just an 
agreement that we would do it again Wednesday evening (two days 
hence) and Saturday, if the weather stayed good, we would show 
Larry our secret eagles' nest over the breaking sea.

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