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 Man and Boy by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm

   Mr Holdsworth looked out of the large picture-window as he often did at
the end of the school day, looked down on the eager throng of boys
scampering across the playground.  They all looked so delightful in their
green school blazers and shorts for forms one and two, long trousers for
forms three and four.

   Most lived near enough to school to walk or ride their bicycles, but as
usual there was a jam of cars in the road waiting to pick up the favoured
few.  Years ago it would have been mothers in their 4-by-4s: nowadays it
was mainly men in smart saloons.

   He smiled, thinking of how the world had changed since he had first
joined the staff of St Cuthbert's Middle School straight out of teacher
training college.  In those days you had to seduce a boy, gradually
persuading him to make love, at great risk to your liberty and reputation
and with the weight of society ranged against you.  Nowadays many boys came
up from elementary school ready-primed for sex and only too keen to indulge
the desires of the still handsome and virile Headmaster, and you could be
fairly confident that the really pretty ones had been successfully seduced
long ago.  That suited the Headmaster: some men liked the pre-pubescent
nine and ten year olds....  he liked them eleven and twelve and capable of
producing boy-cum!

   Jamie Feather, his little squeeze of the past month, would be knocking
on his office door in a minute or two.......and then two hours of bliss for
them both before delivering the "prettiest tart in the school" back to his
home.  Mr Holdsworth's cock stiffened slightly at the prospect of again
enjoying his slender body and full, luscious lips.  He slipped a hand down
the waistband of his trousers and adjusted his cock so it was upright over
his belly.

   How had the change happened, from a society that penalised and
persecuted boy-lovers to one that either ignored or gladly accepted?

   It had been the women, of course, who led the way: adverts showed women
embracing, often near-naked, television soaps included lesbian story lines,
women's magazines started to run features on celebrities' lesbian affaires.
Over the course of perhaps three years lesbianism became accepted and more
and more women, married and single tried it out with their friends and
neighbours.  And found it good.

   Sex with their husbands became at best a duty for these "new women" as
the Press called them: at worst it was a chore to be avoided.

   Their men now had their freedom to indulge nascent bi-sexuality, often
hidden or repressed but now openly feted.  And while many sought the
pleasure of male work companions or golfing partners, most who were used to
the smooth charms of their wives opted for the almost feminine features and
silkier skins of teenage boys.  Actors, sporting heroes, and finally even
politicians were photographed with their little boys in tow: boy-loving
became the norm.  It started in Britain, spread to the Americas and Europe,
and now was to be found through Africa and Asia too, at least in the
cities.

   Boys were willing and grateful sexual partners, and innocent of their
mothers' manipulative scheming, nagging, and greed.

   The Middle School took boys from the ages of eleven to fourteen, exactly
the ages that most attracted their Headmaster!

   He removed his academic gown....he was a stickler for these traditional
symbols of authority, and hung it in a cuboard.  He wandered into the
back-room where the double bed was made with a just a clean sheet and a few
pillows, washed his hands and rinsed his face in cold water.  He was just
drying on a towel when the door-bell rang.

   'Come!'

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   Troy Vektor was late and most of the boys had dispersed by the time he
got to the school.....his day at the film studio had been longer than
intended.  But his disappointment vanished when he saw a young boy, eleven
or twelve as still in shorts, walking slowly and perhaps a bit
disconsolately along the other side of the road where there was some shade.
A moment later he realised it was Cecil, "the prettiest boy in the school".
Not the "prettiest tart" you will noticed because Cecil was notoriously a
virgin.  Not for him the sin of sodomy, not for him the attention of male
lovers.  No, he would save it all for his marriage night to some lovely
Christian girl in perhaps ten years time, a virgin like himself.  And the
sex would be holy and blessed by The Church's sacrament.  Many boys and men
lusted after his body he knew but he would never join the ranks of the
tarts.  No, no, no!

   Troy braked and crossed to the other carriageway.  Cecil looked up,
startled out of some reverie, and as the electric window whirred down he
saw the handsome, smiling face that every boy knew as one of the most
famous men in the little town.

   'Say.  You look hot.  Can I give you a lift somewhere, and I've got the
air conditioning on?'

   'No thank you, Mr Vektor.'

   The boy's hand went automatically to the little silver rose badge in his
label, the symbol of his virginity and the constant reminder of his pledge
to The League of Purity to eschew sex before marriage.  Lots of girls wore
the equivalent broach, but very few boys and most of them were ugly or in
some way deficient in the sexual stakes.  Not Cecil though: he really was a
beauty and his refusal to share his prick and arse with others was a great
loss to the community.

   Troy saw the gesture and understood it's meaning, but he was a man who
relished a challenge, and in any case knew that he could seduce even the
most obstinate boy: he was always successful.

   'It's Cecil, isn't it?  Look, cecil, I know what the boys say about me,
but I promise you I never do anything a boy does not want, really want I
mean.  Jump in.  It's terribly hot out there!'

   Cecil looked at the man a long moment.  He really was very handsome with
his dark wavy hair just greying a bit at the side-burns, his wide smile of
perfect teeth, and his smooth, tanned complexion.  He seemed a very nice
man despite all the stories about him, and he could always say "no" if
(when?) the guy made a pass at him.  He'd had a lot of practise saying "no"
as nearly every man and boy he met wanted sex with him.....except his own
Daddy of course.  And it was terribly hot!

   'OK.'

   Troy Vektor leaned over and opened the off-side door and the boy sidled
shyly into the seat beside him.  Troy had to lean across the boy and shut
the door himself, and still Cecil would not look him in the eye.  The boy
was beautiful, delicious, and according to Cecil's schoolmates, many of
whom had graced Troy's bed, still a virgin.  A rare fruit ripe for the
picking.  As we know Troy loved a challenge!

   The boy was looking down all the time.  Troy's eyes followed his, down
to the boy's delicious legs, long and tanned, but chubby, not skinny, just
beautifully proportioned and smooth.  Troy knew from long experience the
boy would have the most delightful buttocks.....As he had walked under the
trees they had jutted, making his shorts tight across the arse, but had
moved delightfully as weight shifted from one foot to the other.

   'I was about to go down to the Lake.  I've a chalet there and it's very
nice on a hot afternoon.  Come there with me?'

   Again the boy's hand went to that damned badge, that token of denial. 
It was very tempting, but it was certain the man would proposition him if
he agreed.

   'Remember my promise: nothing you don't want.'

   The guy seemed nice, and in fact he was very attractive in a masculine
sort of way.  There was no need to break his pledge, and he was sure Mr
Vektor would just behave himself if Cecil told him he did not want to play.
And it was hot!  But if it got round the school that he had gone to the
Lake with the film-star, with "the most attractive man in the town" then
everyone one would assume he had been seduced by him.  No matter how much
he denied it, the news would spread like wild-fire and he would be listed
among the "tarts" for ever.  But all the other boys had dispersed, so who
would know?  And it certainly was hot!  And Mr Vektor had such a lovely
smile...

   'OK.'

   For such a lovely boy Cecil was really very shy and found it difficult
to meet Mr Vektor's gaze, but nonetheless stole glances at his handsome
face and physique, and downcast eyes forced him to focus on that bulge in
the man's short, tight, rather ragged denim shorts.  He dressed like a
young man, though he must surely be in his forties?  Anyway, he was fit,
and that bulge looked as if it might be growing.  To his surprise our young
virgin felt stirrings in his own "private parts", which was his phrase for
his own little cock.  Better not even to think about the hidden charms of
this handsome, persuasive man!

   Troy Vektor was aware of all this: the stolen glances, the focus on his
bulge, the stretching of young legs and the boy's absent minded correction
of the position of his cock and balls inside those school uniform grey
flannel short trousers.  God, they must be hot in this weather, he thought.
Good!

   'Nearly there now.  And there's my neighbour Joe Hellebore.  Give him a
wave!'

   The guy waved back and Troy Vektor sounded his horn in greeting.  There
was a boy with Mr Hellebore, near naked in tight white speedos.  The boy
waved too.

   In horror Cecil recognised him as Jolyon Trott, one of the "school
tarts".  And he had seen Cecil.  And he was waving and laughing.  Now it
would be all round the school that the prudish beauty Cecil Silver was
visiting the handsome film-star's holiday hideaway, and all knew what that
was for.  It would be all round the school by mid-day tomorrow that he had
at last succombed!  And he hadn't.  It wasn't fair!

   Cecil was mortified.

   Why had he agreed?  Why, oh why?

   The car turned a corner and they were there.  At least it was out of
sight of Hellebore and his boy-love.

   It was delightful, too.  Green, manicured grass down to the waters of
the Lake, and a pretty chalet with open verandah.  A couple of deck-chairs
and a very large "Lilo" bed, already blown up, invited them.

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

   Now you sit down there in this glorious sun and I'll get some cool
drinks.

   The boy stretched his legs.  Glorious sun?  Too hot.  Far too hot.  He
was about to move his chair into the shade cast by the chalet when Troy
Vektor re-emerged carrying a tray with glasses and bottles.  Cecil had to
look, look again, and screw his eyes to see more clearly in the glare. 
This was Troy Vektor as he appeared in so many movies, tanned and naked
except for the tightest, skimpiest, most daring, most gleaming white, and
yes, the boy had to admit, most sexy speedos.  Surely not!  But yes,
surely! You could see the outline of his privates, or at least of his
cock....  Cecil corrected his thought away from the vulgar word....  at
least of his Penis as it rested diagonally across the speedos.  It looked
as if it could not possibly fit upright.It must stick out the top, knob and
some of the shaft.  Without thinking the boy licked his lips and adjusted
his own half-hard cock.

   This was wrong.  He should not be looking at the man in this way, not
allow his mind to imagine that hidden wonder.  Stop it!  Now!

   'A cold fizzy lemonade for you and a creme de menthe and soda for me. 
You look hot.  Let me hang your jacket over my chair.  Now tell me about
school.  Who is your best friend there?'

   The conversation was banal, but all the time Cecil was fighting a desire
to look at the detail of Troy Viktor's body, a physique that sent girls and
most men wild with desire, that figured in so many dreams and nocturnal
pleasures.  But not Cecil's: he never masturbated when awake and was always
ashamed when he woke up and found he had cum in his sleep.  But the man's
chest was so remarkably smooth for such a fit and muscular guy.  Perhaps he
waxed it?  Whatever, it would be nice to feel it.....

   No.  That's wrong!  Wrong to think about forbidden caresses.

   'It's too hot: never thought I'd say that.  I'm going to have a dip in
the lake.  Join me?  You look hot too.....'

   'I haven't got my trunks, but it would have been nice.'

   'We'll skinny dip.  Look, so you won't be embarrassed I'll take mine off
too.'

   And with that he stood up and rolled the speedos down, liberating his
confined cock which sprang up as if joyful at its freedom.  The boy stared
in awe.....  His own was almost painfully stiff, and he was beginning to
understand how the "Tarts" had been tempted into sin.  It would be
delightful to.....  there was so much life and vigour in that .... 
penis....  and it looked so manly in profile.  He knew what some boys did
with it when they got the chance.  It looked almost too big for a little
boy mouth, and certainly for a little boy bottom.  And yet he knew they
did! He had heard them boasting, and agreeing how pleasurable it had
been.....

   Would Mr Vektor laugh when he saw Cecil's little cocklet?  And his own
was cut: he was not the only boy in the showers after games who had a cut
Penis, but most boys were as nature intended.  Troy Vektor certainly was,
though with his cock ....  correction Penis....  erect the skin was back
from the great, flaring knob.  And those veins, climbing like ivy up the
trunk of an oak!  The boys had been right....

   No.  Mustn't even think of it.  No.  No.  No.  But.....as long as they
stayed well apart it would be all right.  Yes, perhaps that would do.  And
Troy Vektor was already pulling at the knot on the boy's school tie, and
picking at the shirt buttons.  For a blonde the boy's chest was already
nicely tanned, he thought.  No danger of a painful and sex-killing sunburn.
The boy was not protesting, so now his belt.  Ah!  Pretty, tight schoolboy
y-fronts.  They would have his name taped to the back so they did not get
lost in the locker room.  Yes, there it was "Cecil Silver".  He must be
Harold Silver's boy; well his father was a bit of an athlete...  great
golfer....  perhaps the boy could be taught a bit of bed-wrestling!  He
smiled as slowly, so slowly he drew the underpants down and the boy stepped
out of them.

   The boy was stiff!  His bum everything the man had hoped, but
milk-white, un-tanned.

   No need for shoes.  The grass is soft and the bed of the lake is sand.
Race you there.

   The two ran to the bank, splashed to waist deep and dived together.

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

   Cecil was a good swimmer and they were still abreast after twenty yards
when Troy dived and disappeared.

   Where was he?  The boy could see no signs in the water but then his
unspoken question was answered as Troy rose up underneath him and clutched
him around his naked arse.  Both fell over and Cecil was surprised to find,
as they stood up, that they were only up to mid-thigh in water, their feet
still in soft sand.  There was a sandbar.

   And it was a handy feature of the lake as Troy hugged the boy tight,
feeling the lad tense as their lips met.  The boy pushed at him, but Troy
held tight and smothered his protests with a kiss.  He reached with a free
hand and found the boy's little cock, half hard.  A couple of rubs and it
was as stiff as his own; two more and it was really stiff.

   How many other boys had stood on this same sand-bank with the
arch-seducer?  Who knows?  Certainly dozens but few as pretty as this
vision of boy-beauty.

   Cecil had struggled to maintain his personal belief of the pure mind in
the pure body, "Mens sana in corpore sano" as Father Murphy had taught him,
but this beefy male had been just too strong, his lips too insistent and
covering his mouth with his open mouth, stifling the "No!  No!  This is
wrong" Wrong!  No!" that he wanted to shout.  His little fists had no
effect on the broad muscles of Troy's chest.And then there was that feeling
in his cock .....mustn't use that word....  in his penis.  Oh dear!  It
felt so nice, and his objections melted away as Troy masturbated him, his
mouth accepting Troy's tongue, and his arms now around the man's neck,
holding himself upright against the man's naked body.

   Suddenly it happened!  Beyond belief and all expectation!  Angels blew
heavenly fanfares on their trumpets, the orchestra played the finale of the
1812, the home team scored at Anfield.....  the boy's mind was blown by the
power of his first waking orgasm.  And in that moment Cecil realised how
stupid he had been to deny himself this overwhelming pleasure as an arc of
boy cum flew through the air and splattered on the still water.

   Troy watched the cock squirt.  A waste....  but there would be plenty
more.  He smiled, too wise and experienced to say anything.  Let the boy
enjoy the moment, hug him even tighter, kiss.

   Minutes passed and then, still silent, the two swam back to the shore.

   Cecil lay on the airbed to dry and Troy stood over him.  Momentarily he
had lost his hard cock with the renewed cold water, but Cecil looked up and
saw it stiffen as Troy looked down on him.

   The boy was a beauty!  His blonde hair still wet, but his chest drying
in the sun, smooth, hairless, tanned with little pink-brown nipples.  The
beginnings of a triangle of golden hair, still so fine, and that pretty
cock, small but not small for his age, stiffening as he lay in the warmth
of the sun and of Troy's smile.  He had tanlines, his bottom and hips still
white and untanned, his legs nut-brown.

   'That was......' the boy searched for words but could not find any to
explain the force of his pleasure in that instant of orgasm.

   'It was lovely for me, too, Cecil.  You lay there and dry while I go and
get a couple more drinks and we'll sunbathe a bit.'

   It no longer seemed so wrong to stroke his cock a bit as he watched his
seducer (yes he used that word to himself: he knew what had happened, what
it was.  But he also knew that a door had been opened for him to an adult
world of pleasure).  Troy had a lovely triangular back and bottom from the
rear, the boy decided.  One day he would have a body like that, he promised
himself.

   He could have cum again thinking about Troy's cock and weighty balls,
but for some reason he could not explain to himself he stopped short of
that ecstasy.  He told himself that he would not deny Troy the pleasure of
seeing him cum again: yes, that was the reason to stop.  Not his silly
religious taboo, not his fear of the ridicule of other boys, no, his desire
to please this lovely guy.

   'I put a shot of my creme de menthe in your lemonade.  if you don't like
it I'll get you an ordinary one.'

   Slightly suspicious, Cecil sipped it.  It tasted great, sort of
pepperminty.  He was thirsty after the amazing orgasm and he sank the drink
in one, while Troy sipped his and stood it down on the grass, beside the
lilo-bed.  He took the opportunity to reach under the corner of the bed and
pull out a small plastic tub.

   He guessed that Cecil would not have experienced alcohol and it would
help relax him for what his seducer intended next.

   He was right: just as the rather priggish and repressed boy had eschewed
wanking (or self-pollution as his Church called it!), he had avoided
alcohol, though he knew most of his classmates enjoyed booze, just as they
enjoyed wanking.....  and more.  They chatted aimlessly a few minutes while
the sun finished drying them, Cecil turning over on his belly to dry and
sun his back.  As the shot of creme de menthe worked its magic he felt
unusually happy, and talkative.  He wanted to tell Troy how great the
feeling had been in the lake.

   'I've been thinking....'

   'About?'

   'About what we did in the lake.  It was so wonderful I can't find words
to describe how wonderful.  It was the first......'

   'The first time anyone did that with you, Cecil?'

   'Oh yes, but I had never even done it with myself.'

   'Good lord.  and you're how old?'

   'Twelve.  Twelve and one month.'

   'You're well developed for twelve, Cecil, especially here!' He reached
under the boy to hold his cock a moment.  It was stiff again: oh to be
twelve and such a repeater!  'But all your class-mates have been wanking
for a full year, some for two or even more.'

   'I know.  I was silly!'

   'We'll make up for it.  I know some even better things.....'

   And with this the boy felt his buttocks being parted, the slightly rough
chin and cheeks against the soft skin of his bottom, and then beyond all
expectation a kiss on his anus.  No!  How could he do that?  It was gross!
He was about to protest when he felt a pointed tongue licking round and
round, and then penetrating.  The protest was strangled at birth as he
luxuriated in the new erotic sensasion.  He found he wanted to move his bum
up a bit so that tongue could penetrate further.  Bliss!

   There was an almost religious awe as Troy parted the boys buttocks and
saw his so-pretty, so-tempting, so-little-boy-tight anus like a hidden
flower.  The buttocks were smooth and rounded beneath his palms, white
unlike his tanned back and thighs, firm and so sexy.  He would have his
full pleasure of them soon he knew: getting this far with a boy he never
failed, however innocent and virginal his willing victim.  He kissed the
holy place, and penetrated with a pointed tongue.  The boy tensed, but then
he felt him relax....pleasure flowing through the boy spreading from
arse-hole to balls, to cock.....plus the shot of booze!

   Now the tongue was replaced by fingers, spreading what felt like oil
over Cecil's anus.  The pressure of that felt good as well.

   Troy had reached for his pot of "Silken Pleasure" the best lubricant for
anal sex he had found, and he had tried lots of brands.  This seemed to
calm boys, removing nearly all but the very first discomfort of
penetration. He scooped a blob and transferred it to the boy's bottom-hole.
He turned him on his side, facing, and kissed him, at the same moment
sliding a finger into the virgin anus.

   'Ooooh!' Troy Vektor's mouth on his stopped any further protest, and in
fact though Troy waited for the boy's sphincter to contract and grip his
finger even tighter there was no such spasm.

   He reached deeper, towards the front, and found the boy's tender p-spot.
Press, relax, press, relax: the technique of anal massage he had known all
his life, since a master at his village school in Rumania had shown him so
many years before....

   'Oooh!' The boy broke off their kiss: he just had to tell him!  'Oooh!
That's lovely.  Oh!  Yes!  Just there, like that.'

   Finger still up the boy he turned him on his back so he could watch the
boy's cock.  It was twitching with pleasure, and there was a clear drop of
pre-cum in its eye.  Beautiful slender, straight shaft, white and hairless
and the two little plums, hairless too in their tight white sack.  What a
delight.  The boy had reached for his cock and was jerking it.....in the
exact rhythm of his anal massage.  It would not be long now!

   Not kissing, watching the boy, he saw his face screw up as if in pain
and then the streamer of boy-cum splatting high up on that tanned chest and
down as far as his little belly button.

   Sliding a second finger up the boy now, he licked the length of the
boy's chest, supping the virgin boy-juice till none was left.  A few last
oozes had run down his cock so he closed his lips around it to savour those
too.

   For Cecil this had been an even larger, more powerful orgasm than his
first in the lake, and the strange feel of warmth and wetness with the
man's mouth round his cock made his cock hard again, made him want even
more.

   And now those two fingers were quite deliberately stretching, dilating
his tight anus.  Troy could feel him relaxed, his bottom accepting the
breadth of two.....  now three.....  fingers as if used to it all his young
life.  He was ready!

   Over on his belly again, and two hands under him, pulling him up to a
kneeling position.  Oh!  That jutting, rounded, white bottom He parted the
cheeks again and spread even more lubricant, using the residue on his
fingers to grease his own cock, which was dripping precum right onto that
pretty anus, so like a target for his weapon.

   The light pressure of knob on closed anus was pleasant for Cecil, and he
found he was giggling.

   The actual penetration was not!

   He cried out, but submitted.  He had once heard two classmates...  John
Roberts and Philip Alexandros ....  talking quietly at lunch.  Philip was
telling how it had hurt him at first but soon was nice, and that he had
asked Mr Hoskins to do him again once he had cum, but the good old Physics
teacher had not been able to get it hard a second time.  John had teased
him, that if he had a better looking bum the guy would have.  Anyway, Cecil
knew that it was worth trying to put up with it at least for a while.

   Troy Vektor took no notice of the little scream of pain, but stopped a
moment, just his knob inside, while a spasm of contraction passed, and then
slid his full length up the boy.  There were no more protests, but he could
feel the tension in the lad's body as he rested his palms on that pretty
rump.

   Now to shag!  Long, slow strokes, and position so the awakened prostate
would be massaged.  And yes after a couple of minutes, he could feel the
boy relaxing: groping under he found the boy's cock hard again, though it
suited him to hold onto the little ball-sack with his free hand.  The boy
was muttering something difficult to hear.....  but sounds of pleasure
nonetheless.  And then,

   'Oh!  Oh yes.  Like that.  You can do me harder if you want, and faster.
Oh!  That's so good.  I never knew....  Oh!'

   Troy Vektor was finding it difficult to control himself, but he so
wanted the boy to cum first, or at least at the same time, to feel the
ultimate pleasure this first fuck.

   Luckily for him the boy was close to coming though he had not so much as
touched his cock: nor had his fucker who was using the boys balls to steer
him, as it were, pulling at the skin of the sack.

   'Oh Christ!  I'm coming.  I'm coming....'

   Now Troy held the boy's cocklet and felt the slickness of boyjuice over
his wrist.  He could cum too, now, and it was a relieved man who allowed
his spunk to pump again and again at the end of four massive thrusts, deep
in the lad's virgin bottom.

   They collapsed, Cecil onto his belly, Troy on top of him.

   Cecil liked the weight of the man on his lower body, and his lips and
tongue licking his neck, the cock still inside him and throbbing.  But then
his arse expelled the cock (no longer a medical "Penis" but now a sexual
"Cock").

   Luckily there was no real need to wash.....another visit Troy would show
the boy how to use an anal douche.....

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

   'I think you're in danger of getting a sun-burn on your tender bum!'

   'I haven't sunbathed naked.  Not until today.'

   'But you will now?'

   'Oh yes.  It's nice to be naked with you.'

   'For me too, but we'd better go inside before you burn that lovely
bottom'.  He slapped it playfully, and between them they gathered up his
clothes.

   Troy laughed as the boy unclipped the silver badge of chastity from the
lapel of his green blazer and flung it far into the lake.

   'It's OK.  I closed the catch so it won't hurt anyone......it's already
hurt me enough!

   'Good riddance!  Now come into my parlour....'

   'Said the Spider to the Fly....'

   'If you like.....'

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

   The chalet was just a kitchen and a bedroom....a shower and loo beside
the bedroom.  And the only furniture in the bedroom was a huge double bed
and a mirror in the ceiling.

   Cecil just dropped his bundle on the floor and threw himself onto the
bed, looking at Troy Vektor from beneath sexily lowered eyelids.  As he
hung up the boy's blazer and shorts Troy smiled to himself, recognising the
flirting behaviour of a true-born girlie-boy.  Without thinking about it
Cecil knew how to tempt a man, how to stiffen his resolve as it were.

   'Can we do it again please, Mr Vektor?'

   There!  The final test.  The new recruit to male sex was showing total
committment.  No pain, no sore arse, just a desire to repeat the pleasure
of his first fuck.

   'Of course, my angel!  But first I want to do this.....'

   He lay on the bed beside the boy and kissed his lips, not lingering but
moving down to lick and nibble first one little erect nipple and then the
other.

   Cecil was holding his cock as the invisible thread from nipple to cock
transferred the pleasure of the caress.  But now Troy's tongue was in the
boy's belly button, tickling him a moment.  Close up the boy had more hair
than first apparent, but the golden triangle was so fine as to be near
invisible.  Down through that, kissing and licking, and then lips closing
around the little, cut cock-head.  Why did parents rob boys of their
foreskins?....  it was so good to slip the tongue between skin and knob. 
But this was delightful too, and the boy was raising his hips to drive the
whole cocklet into Troy's mouth.

   There was still enough lube and spunk in Cecil's arse for fingers to
slip easily in and Cecil found himself desperately wanting to be fucked
again, the pressure on his prostate was so good, and that mouth round his
cock so sexy as Troy Vektor's head bobbed up and down.  Cecil's hands
slipped in his wavy hair as he held the head and moved his hips to the
rhythm of fingers and mouth.

   'I'm coming!'

   Troy knew it in any case as the wriggling of hips and belly became more
insistant, and then his mouth was filled with boy juice.  Where did he get
it all from?

   But now for the main course, with the boy on his back this time.

   Cecil had all the suppleness of a teenager, but it still nedded a pillow
under his bum to lift his arse to a comfortable level.  Now, the boys legs
under his arms, and needing just a swipe of lube over his knob, Troy's cock
was in heaven again.

   This time it was a long, slow fuck, both watching the other's face, both
feeling nipples, both hoping it would last for ever.  cecil could look at
his man's back and bum in the overhead mirror, and the clenching and
un-clenching of his muscular arse was so sexy he could look at it all day,
he thought.

   Cecil came, but with just a dribble of cum down his cock....  emptied!
And came again, cock twitching and jerking but completely dry, And came
again as Troy Vektor speeded up and emptied his balls into the boy.  Cecil
thought the man looked almost angry or in pain as his face screwed up with
the pleasure of this orgasm, but also thought he still looked handsome and
manly.

   Cecil was as happy as he had ever been in his young life, even at
Christmas!

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

   Later, laying side by side, recovering, they chatted.  Troy wanted to
know whether he was going to try out his new-found skills with any other
men.  The answer was non-committal, though inside him, secretly, Cecil knew
he would.  Secretly he so wished his Daddy......  but no!  That would be
completely wrong.  His Church taught that incest was.......

   Bugger the Church!  Daddy....

   But these thoughts remained silent.  Instead.  'Are these sheets satin?'

   'Mmm'.

   'I love the feel.'

   'You'll love these then.' The cellophane packet was in a drawer in the
frame of the bed.

   Cecil read the label and giggled.  'Forbidden Desire.  That's what I've
got I suppose.'

   'Put them on!'

   cecil was already tearing the packet open and held them up.  White satin
French knickers with pastel blue trim.  He held them to his face, and then
slipped them on.  His little hands caressed them, tight and silkly over his
bum, and then he felt his cock and balls through them.  In the mirror he
looked so sexy....

   'Better get you home, or your mother will wonder where you are.  You can
wear those instead of your y-fronts.'

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

   Harold Silver was sitting on his porch with a glass of beer in his hand,
so Troy Vektor waved to him.

   'Evening Harold!'

   'Evening Troy.  Glass of beer?'

   'Another time.  Can't stop.'

   The boy sat on the steps, his blazer on the tiles beside him.  It was
hot and he took off his shirt and tie as well, sunning his chest and
shoulders again.  He had a lot to think about and was silent.  It crossed
his mind that his Daddy was built even stronger, more muscular than even
Troy Vektor, and with his hairy chest more manly somehow than the film
idol. He almost wished....but it was best to suppress that thought: however
much he might desire it, his Daddy would never make love to him like Mr
Vektor.  Or would he?

   So had his father and was silent too, as he finished his beer.  It had
been a hot afternoon and even sitting in his shorts and nothing else he had
drunk four cans of strong beer.

   He knew what the whole community said about Troy Vektor: he had sex with
boys.  Nothing exceptional in that, many men did nowadays.  But Troy had
lots, any boy he fancied in fact.

   'Mr Vektor pick you up from school?'

   'Yes.  We went to the lake and had a swim.  He's got a place there.'

   Cecil looked at his Daddy out of the corner of his eye: legs really very
strong, and the baggy shorts were almost tight around his thighs.  They
were not as revealing as speedos of course, but the baggy fronts were
bulging, almost as if his Daddy had a woody.  Like his own in fact!

   Had a swim, and more!  Harold thought.  He emptied his glass and stood
it down.  His boy would no longer be an innocent young lad.  Lord!  the boy
was attractive: no wonder men wanted him!  In fact he could fancy the boy
himself!  Muriel had left a note on the kitchen table..."Having dinner in
town with Mary Goodbody; theatre after so we got a room at Holiday Inn:
heat up a steak and chips for the boy and yourself: see you in the
morning!"

   Her affaire with the Goodbody woman was getting more serious: he found
himself wondering if he would mind if she left him and lived with her
lesbian lover.  On balance he would not.  Especially if....  But that would
be incest.  Yes!  he knew that many men had sex with their sons nowadays,
and especially those whose wives had found the delights of "Velvet love".
But The Church.....

   Bugger The Church.  the boy was so attractive and his own cock was
stiff! By the look of Cecil's shorts, his might be too....

   'Come inside with me, Cecil.'

   The boy had left his shirt and blazer in the porch and there, in their
hallway, his Daddy hugged him and kissed him.  This was lovely!  He opened
his mouth as Troy had taught him, and gave his Daddy a real lover's kiss,
tongues touching and exploring each other's mouth.  There was a manly scent
to his Daddy's chest and the thick black hair felt good against his own
body, nice to the touch when he caressed there....

   And now his Daddy had his hand on Cecil's crotch, holding his stiff
cocklet through the flannel trousers.

   The kiss had been the first breach in the ramparts The Church had built
between man and boy sex, and even more impressively between father and son
sex, but the fondling of the boy's cock, even through two layers of fabric,
brought those walls tumbling down.  Their kiss became more passionate
still, and now the boy's hand was on his Daddy's cock, hard beneath the
cotton shorts.

   Cecil had felt his Daddy's hand grasping his cock and knew this gave him
licence to do what he wanted as well.  His Daddy's cock felt so big and
manly.

   'Did Troy Vektor....' he hesitated, searching for words, still inhibited
by the situation.  'Did he ....  do things to you.'

   'Oh yes!' The boy was actually rubbing Harold's cock now!

   'Make love to you?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Did he make you suck him off?'

   'No.  But he wanked me, sucked me off.  And he fucked me twice.'

   A vast vista suddenly opened up for Harold.  The boy had been fucked! 
Fucked!  There was no need to ask the boy if he had liked it!  He could see
in the boy's face.

   'Then you need to suck a cock and see what that's like, too.  Upstairs'.

   There would be an added pleasure in taking the boy on the marital bed!

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

   His naked Daddy was all the boy could have wished, cock standing so
proud and so manly from its jungle of dark black hair, and those balls
hanging almost like Hammer, the bull at Manor Farm.  Well, almost
everything!  The cock was long, broad and veiny like Mr Vektor's, but you
could see it had been cut.  Mr Vektor's knob had peeped out from a covering
of foreskin and then the skin rolled back to show it flaring angry red. 
His Daddy's knob was just as big but cut.  Still it was soooo sexy, the boy
thought.

   And the boy was everything his father wanted!  He had often seen the boy
naked with limp cock, and in retrospect had found him achingly
beautiful.... but his inhibitions and that taboo had not allowed him to
find his little blonde angel sexy.  But now sexy he was.......  Harold had
always had something of a fetish for lingerie and in earlier days had
delighted in buying his wife expensive silk knickers, seeing her in them,
even pulling them to one side and fucking her in them, (Once he had slipped
them on and cum in them....  once only as that had to be confessed): and
now here was this sexy and willing boy in white satin French knickers, his
cock making a little tent at the front, his bottom jutting as they
stretched tight across his buttocks.  There was even a little dark mark at
the front where his son was leaking a drop of precum.

   He picked the boy up bodily and they fell on the bed together embracing.


   Cecil was holding his Daddy's cock as they kissed, and was desperate to
see it real close-up, to feel its heat against his cheek.....  his lips. 
Scared his Daddy might relent at the last minute, remember the rules of The
Church, the boy took the initiative himself, breaking off the kiss and
wriggling down that hairy body till his face was actually touching his
Daddy's pulsing, twitching cock.  He looked at it a moment, so warm and
soft on the outside yet so hard on the inside like sprung steel and
throbbing with life, vigour and passion.  There was a droplet of clear
pre-cum in its eye and the boy touched it with his tongue.  It made a thin
strand connecting the cock to his pointed tongue, and then as the strand
stretched and broke the boy kissed the flaming knob and with a feeling of
almost religious awe, his heart beating with passion and excitement, and
closed his lips over it.

   Harold Silver groaned, lost in pleasure and new-found freedom.  This was
what he had secretly wanted all those years of boring duty-sex with his
wife.  A pretty, pantied boy!  Pretty was an inadequate word.  Beautiful,
balls-achingly desirable, and above all willing.  The boy's clear blue eyes
met his as the shaft slipped between lips and Harold could see them
sparkling with excitement and happy with the long-awaited pleasure.

   Cecil had been worried whether his Daddy's broad cock would fit in his
mouth without dislocating his jaw, but in the event it was easy and he had
learned from Mr Vektor's first seduction that there was intense feeling at
the front of the cock and especially just below the knob.  Just as Troy
Vektor had for him he fluttered his tongue up and down there as he sucked.
He no longer had to move his head as his Daddy's hips were rising up and
down, driving cock into mouth.

   How many times over the years had Harold Silver innocently ruffled his
son's hair?  There was nothing innocent about his strong hands now as they
held the boy's head in place, fine hair sometimes sliding between his
fingers while he shagged the lad's mouth.  The boy was stroking his
father's hairy chest and belly with one hand, and pulling at the skin of
his scrotum with the other, all the while looking up at his father with an
adoring look in his eyes.  The pleasure was unbearable, and with a groan
Harry came.

   cecil was surprised....  astounded...  at the amount of cum his Daddy
made.  This was really manly.  He managed to swallow most as that that cock
drove into him, spurting at the peak of each thrust, but there was so much
that some escaped, and when Harold recovered enough to open his eyes again
he saw a little dribble of cum down the boy's chin.  He pulled his cock
from Cecil's mouth, and was fascinated to see the boy wipe his chin with an
index finger and then lick the cum from it.  The boy loved cum!

   Harold Silver had never tasted cum, not even his own.  Before his
marriage, and more recently since his marriage died, he had often
masturbated, but with all that guilt encouraged and nurtured by The Church,
and with little of the joyful abandon he now felt.  Well, he decided, he
was going to taste boy-juice this sunny afternoon!

   His son's cock was still hard beneath it's so-tempting satin lingerie.

   Harold felt the silky fabric with his cheek, then his lips, and mouthed
the hard cock through the satin, teasing himself, making himself wait a
long moment before slowly drawing the tight panties down and seeing for the
first time his son's erect cock.  If the boy's limp cock, often seen, had
seemed cute, erect it was just sexy.  He was surprised at how big it was
for such a small boy: measured against his fingers it must have been five
inches long, but still slender and so white as to seem almost translucent.
Except, that is, for the pretty cock-head, pink and almost pointed, so
unlike his own great mushroom!  He was glad Muriel had insisted they have
the boy circumcised when he was a baby as that knob slipped so easily into
his mouth.

   Cecil groaned, just as his Daddy had a few minutes earlier.  And just as
his Daddy had, he shagged that warm, wet mouth.

   Harold was kneeling over him, his hands under the boy's bum, the weight
so slight, the flesh so firm, the skin so silky.  The boy was fucking his
mouth harder now, slim hips rising and falling, and as the speed increased
he could see the boy's face screwing up as he started to cum.  Harold
tasted cum as the boy squirted a stream of boy-juice into his mouth and as
he swallowed he knew he would taste it again.....many times!

   'Are you going to do me now, Daddy?  Shall I get the baby-oil from the
bathroom cabinet?  Please......'

   Amazingly Harold's cock was hard again.  Usually it took at least an
hour to wake up, but his son was sex on legs!  He looked so sweet from the
back and then from the front as he scampered back holding the bottle.

   'You put it on me, Daddy.  I like to feel your fingers there....'

   'First this, Cecil.'

   That cute little bottom was so tempting, and he wanted to caresss it,
kiss it, saving the penetration for a bit later.

   He lay the boy down on his belly, a pillow under him to raise his hips
so that when he parted buttocks with both hands the tight little-boy anus
was exposed.....and available: available for his lips and his tongue.

   No longer surprised....  obviously men liked licking boys' bottom-holes
and sticking their tongues up, and Daddy did it at least as well as Mr
Vektor, Cecil thought.  He jutted his bum further out so Daddy could have
the extra inch as he caressed bottom and back with his slightly rough
hands. So manly and sexy, the boy thought.

   And now the oil, the fingers, the weight of a knob pushing, and the
moment of penetration.  The discomfort lasted only a couple of seconds and
by the time his Daddy was fully in, his hairs tickling the boy's bum, then
there was nothing except satisfaction and the promise of pleasure.

   'OK?'

   'Yes, Daddy.  That's lovely.  Now do me.'

   The boy was tight....  so unlike the flabby cunt of his wife....  He
banished the thought, concentrating on the feel of the boy under him, and
the pleasure in his cock as he fucked.  Despite having cum once it was
impossible to hold back his orgasm as almost with a will of its own his
body moved faster and faster thrusting into his son.

   The boy shouted, 'I'm cumming.  I'm cumming...' and that was a welcome
sound for Harold who was able to release his own orgasm, a huge and
balls-draining cum.

   'Will you have to confess all this saturday, Daddy?'

   'Fuck the bloody Church!  No!'

   'I'm not going to either.'

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

   That evening, after dinner, he dressed Cecil in one of Muriel's shortie
nighties, black see-thru nylon, and shagged him again before they slept.

   In the morning they showered together and jerked each other off before
the lad went happily off to school.....wearing those pretty panties again.

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

   Harold had managed to do some work in the morning: in fact the sex had
so invigorated him that he rattled off a full chapter of the novel he was
working on and reckoned it would need little revision later.  It was
mid-day, and his cock was hard again in anticipation of some more fun with
his pantied boy....  in the garden shed perhaps.

   At the same time Cecil was bent over Mr Holdsworth's desk, panties round
his ankles, receiving the Headmaster's cock up his bottom, and cumming all
over the polished oak.  Not the first boy to do so!

   And Muriel Silver was driving the last few miles home after a night of
ecstasy with her lover Mary Goodbody.  They had come to some decisions and
Muriel was working out what she would say to her husband.  Mary had
proposed marriage to her and she had accepted.  She would ask Harold for a
divorce.

   It was important he kept custody of the boy: Mary did not want a child
in the house, and nor did Muriel, who was not in the least maternal.  She
would have to play this very carefully, she thought.  Let Harold keep the
house and not be into him for any money....Mary had plenty.  Just take her
clothes, some books, cds, her laptop and her car of course.  He could have
all the rest....  as long as he looked after Cecil.  That would be the
deal, and he should accept it, surely?  A completely new start for her!

   He might agree to that without any fuss.  Fingers crossed.  And if he
did she would get him to help load her stuff into the car, make an
appointment together with a lawyer, and she could drive off into the sunset
and her sweet lover.

   She so hoped he would not be awkward about looking after Cecil...... 
That was the key to it all......

   FIN for now.