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 Patrick Learns About Sex : (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm Fm.

   I stood in front of the mirror in a typical cheesecake pose, belly
muscles pulled in and biceps flexed.  Supposedly this was to amuse the boy
laying on my bed who had asked me to do this, but in fact I am proud of my
body and enjoy looking at myself in Fiona's long mirror.  I changed my pose
so I could see my hard, masculine arse in profile, and moved just a bit so
my stiff cock was in profile too: it is normal sized but looks bigger
because I have had all my body hair light-pulsed away.  It shone from the
oil that would help me penetrate the boy in a few moments.  He lay on the
bed, penis erect too, a finger in his arse-hole getting it ready for me. 
Marcos he was called, this one, and his mother, one of our many illegal
immigrants, had rented him to me for a ridiculously small sum, given the
boy's beauty and willingness.  I had fucked him before, and he was good at
it, and when he came it was thick and creamy for such a young boy.

   'Now, mister.  I'm ready now....'

   Long slender legs were bent back over his head and I could see his
pretty arsehole, browner even than the tanned, mediterranean skin of his
thighs and glistening from his oily finger.  The clock stood at
five-thirty. Fiona would be back at any moment so it was time to have him.
First I would suck him off and then fuck him.  I expected him to come
almost immediately my lips were round his knob, and it would mean a better,
longer fuck for my wife when she joined us.  She would have all the vigour
and energy of a fourteen year old boy, and greater than usual endurance
from him, while I watched.

   I was right!  I rolled the skin of his penis back and slid it into my
mouth, slipping it deep into my throat.  I bobbed up and down on it sucking
and within seconds was rewarded with the taste and feel of cum, which I
swallowed.  Back now to the main task I bent his legs back again and placed
my cock.  I felt his fingers around it as he moved it slightly so it
slipped easily up him.  I heard Fiona's latchkey, and then her footsteps on
the stairs.  The door opened as my cock rested motionless deep inside the
boy, who was holding and caressing my back.

   'Charming!  So this is what you get up to when I'm out earning a crust.'
She was stripping off quickly, clothes in an untidy pile.  She never wore a
bra, her firm, shapely breasts having no use for one, and her panties soon
joined the rest of the clothes on the carpet.  I was fucking the boy
properly when she lay beside us, fondling and caressing our two bodies. 
Her turn would come in a few minutes....

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   A year ago I had been a fairly conventional heterosexual, newly-married
male, obsessed by his wife's lovely body and with no fantasies beyond
pleasing her.  I knew she was as they say "experienced" and that there had
been many men before me, and that she did indeed fantasise sex with other
guys, but at that time it was fantasy only.  We satisfied each other.

   And now I am a confirmed bi-sexual with a special preference for
teenagers, and Fiona is into threesome sex and "wife-swapping" foursomes in
a big way.  So what changed us?

   It was a boy called Patrick, her sister's son, and a blonde bombshell!

   Fiona's sister Maria, her nephew Patrick, two suit cases and a taxi
turned up on our doorstep one Friday evening.  It was not altogether a
surprise as Fiona had been chatting with her sister a good deal on the
internet.  Maria had just finished a two-year contract as an English
teacher in Brazil and was off again in a few days to Australia where she
had found a job in an advertising agency.  Apparently Fiona had agreed
Patrick could stay with us for a few weeks until his mother had found
somewhere to live and had settled in: it was school holidays in the UK so
there would be no problems on that front.  And I would be able to keep an
eye on the boy: I had not, of course, been consulted on this!  I should add
that I am a writer, with a couple of published books at that time, and
another nearing completion.  So I worked at home while Fiona went off every
day to her work in the back office of a City bank.

   I had not forgotten how stunning Maria was (is!), a blonde version of my
raven-haired Fiona, and with her tropical tan doubly attractive.  I
scarcely noticed the boy except that he too was good-looking and seemed
quiet and very polite.  Thank goodness.  They disappeared upstairs to
unpack and freshen up after the long air journey.

   I was watching cricket on the television sitting in my favourite chair
with the remains of my evening whisky when Patrick came down.  He sprawled
out on the sofa.  It was a warm evening and he had come down wearing only
white sports shorts of some kind.  As he half-sat, half-lounged on the
cushions I found myself looking at him out of the corner of my eye.  He
really was astoundingly good-looking!  Blonde like his mother, hair
fashionably long and wavy, and with a deep sun tan showing off his hairless
chest and his shoulders which were still boyish but just beginning to bulk
out.  I was aware of long, slender sun-tanned legs and then the dazzling
white of his shorts.  As he sat, careless as any fourteen year old can be,
the satin fabric had crumpled tight over his crotch and I thought I could
see the shape of his cock quite clearly.  I wondered if he was the same
deep tan all over or whether he would have a white bottom.  I found myself
thinking that if he had been a girl and not a boy he would be incredibly
sexy.  I was astounded to find that my cock had woken up and was getting
stiff: I rejected all such thoughts in horror and concentrated on the
cricket.
I think, now looking back on it, that Patrick could see I was attracted
and he stretched his legs out, wider apart and smiled with that enigmatic

look I got to know so well.

  
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   Saturday morning was another clear, hot day, and we decided to go to the
beach, where we have a beach-hut.

   Fiona knows she has a great body and loves showing it off, so her gold
bikini was about the minimum.  Tiny cups just covered her nipples and half
of each perfect breast, while the little pouch was tight to her pubic mound
and if you looked closely you might make out the shape of cunt lips.  Maria
was a blonde version of her sister, and her bikini had probably graced many
a Brazilian beach: it was pastel blue and with her deep tan she looked
devastatingly sexy.  The girls lay on their bellies while us boys sat, me
reading, Patrick pitching beach pebbles at a coca-cola tin he had perched
on a piece of driftwood.  With the sound of the waves I could not hear much
of what the girls were talking about but caught snatches of their
conversation.

   'I like a shingle beach like this.  If you can find a patch where the
stones are small, it's much better.'

   'Yes.  Sand gets into everything.  Into all the cracks....'

   The girls giggled and were whispering again.  I smiled and glanced at
Patrick: he was smiling too and must have heard.
After a bit Fiona turned over and sat up.  'This is silly.  There's
hardly anyone around, and I'm not going to spoil my tan.' She reached
behind and unclasped the bikini bra.  Fiona has perfect breasts, small but
firm and shapely, and the same tan as the rest of her.  I love them, love

to kiss them and feel them under my palms as we kiss.

   'You're right.' And Maria was naked too, breasts to match her sister's.
"Good genes," I thought.

   Patrick had stopped throwing pebbles at his can and was looking at Fiona
with a fixed and open stare.  I could see his eyes move from her naked tits
down to the cup of her pouch and back again to her tits.  Unthinking, he
licked his lips.  As I watched, pretending still to be reading my book, I
saw that look in Fiona's eyes.  When my wife gets to feel randy she has a
sort of glittering look in her eye, and that was there now as she looked at
Patrick.  And I could see why now.  His white speedos had bulged at the
front with his hard little cock pushing at the nylon fabric.  My wife had
seen that and it had got her thinking.  She fancied the boy.  To my
amazement my cock hardened too, and it was not Fiona or Maria who had done
that to me.  I fancied him too!  I cursed myself for a fool and buried my
nose in my book again, while Fiona and Maria lay on their backs again, tits
standing firm in the sunlight.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Patrick
reach down the waistband of his speedos and adjust his cock so it was
pointing straight up crushed against his flat belly.  I put my book down
and lay on my belly to hide my almost painfully hard erection.  I knew now
that I wanted him more than anything in the world, and at that moment could
have kissed him, held him in my arms, and reached down into where his
little hand had just ventured.....

   Later we had a swim before our picnic, and oddly the girls put on their
bikini tops again for this.  The four of us got a few admiring looks as we
picked our way over the pebbles to the water's edge.  I could see Patrick
still had a bit of a bulge, but like me it was reduced to a more decent
half-hard, and the cold water would soon make it entirely respectable. 
Again I found myself worried by the fact that I was even noticing the boy's
cock!

   Maria wanted to dive from my shoulders, and it was pleasant to feel her
weight there, legs around my neck, until she plunged forward clumsily and
emerged again spluttering and giggling.  The other three were stronger
swimmers than me and I floated in the shallows while they struck out to sea
strongly before turning and swimming back.  Now Patrick wanted to do what
his mother had done, and I felt his silky thighs against my ears and cheek
as he gripped my head between them, the weight of his buttocks on my
shoulders, and the bulge of his cock pressed against the back of my neck.
One more squeeze of his thighs and he dived forward.  This game went on for
ten or so minutes, and I had the pleasure, and temptation, of feeling his
slender, firm body as I lifted him to my shoulders, and then the smoothness
of his legs around my neck....I knew I was losing it!

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   That night Fiona was especially horny, and so was I.  I gave her breasts
the treatment first, kissing them until she was squirming beneath me.  (I
can bring her off sometimes just by sucking and licking her nipples).  When
she was good and ready I slid my cock in and fucked her hard until she came
with her usual noisy grunts and squeals, which must have awoken Maria and
Patrick I guess.  But I did not come, and decided I'd give her a special
treat by indulging her fantasies a bit.  I rested my cock deep inside her,
motionless, my weight pressing down on her pubic bone and squashing her
clit as I know she likes.  She is not quite hairless there, though she
removes all the hair from her pink cunt-lips, and has shaped the rest into
a small square of fine-trimmed hairs dyed ash-blonde.

   I whispered in her ear as we lay there together.  'We need a big,
strong, muscular, hairy male with us now for you to fuck while I watch.' I
could feel her cunt gripping me tighter.  'I'd lay with you sandwiched
between us with your tits pressed up against his hairy chest and feel you
slide his mammoth cock into you, and caress your bottom and back while you
fuck him.' She was moving beneath me now and the time was right for a few
rapid, jabbing thrusts from my cock to bring her off again, noisily! 
Motionless again I continued.  'Now you'll tie him up to the hook in the
ceiling and I'll kneel and suck him for you while you whip him, and when
he's nice and hard again you'll drop the whip and lift one leg to his waist
so your cunt rubs against his cock.  Now you sink down on it and fuck him
upright.  I'll oil my cock and fuck him in the arse from behind and play
with your tits round his body while you feel his muscles and comb your
fingers through mats of body hair.' She was coming again now, very noisily
indeed, and I let myself go to pump my spunk into her in the same rhythm as
her orgasm.

  
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   It was the beach again the next day, Sunday, the last before Maria left
for Oz.

   Another glorious summer day, the sexual tension was even greater than
Saturday.  Maria in a tiny white bikini openly flirted with me, teasing and
laughing, hands resting on my thighs, spreading sun-tan on my back, and so
on.  Patrick, mostly silent as usual, ogled my wife's breasts, naked to the
hot sun, her bottom, neatly divided by the thin gold bikini thong, and
above all her plump little mound in its flimsy gold nylon pouch.  As for
Fiona, well I could see she had the hots for the boy just as I had, eyes
forever wandering to his near-naked body as he lay on the pebbles.  Me, I
could not keep my eyes off his crotch and the bulge which sometimes swelled
just as mine did.

   Just before we left to drive home my question as to whether Patrick had
tan lines, or was the same beautiful bronze all over was answered.  I went
to the beach-hut to change from swimminig trunks to shorts, drew the
curtain to go in, and there was the boy naked.  He had his back to me and
as I stood there he bent to pick up white underpants.  Bending over his
bottom was rounded and still more feminine than masculine, on the cusp of
manhood.  His bottom was not as tanned as his back, but was still a lovely
golden hue.  I stood there hypnotised as he stepped into his y-fronts and
pulled them up, tight over his buttocks.  His back still to me, he pulled
on his white sports shorts and then turned round.  He had that smile on his
face that so reminded me of the Mona Lisa, mysterious, amused, and somehow
full of sexual promise.

   'Your turn now, John.'

   He came past me and stood in the doorway clearly intending to watch me
take off my trunks and put on my denim shorts.  I had a sudden burst of the
guilt and fear I had been feeling off and on the last few days, and drew
the curtain so he would not see.  My cock was hard, of course, and I'm
certain he must have seen the profile of it through my swimming trunks!

   Fiona drove as usual: she's a much better driver than me.  The two girls
sat in the front, me and Patrick in the back.  About half-way home I absent
mindedly placed my hand on his naked thigh.  I swear this was not
premeditated or thought out.  I just did it!  But when I felt the firm,
warm, smoothness I let it rest there.  No reaction from the boy, but he
stretched his legs slightly, opening them a bit more, and it was clear he
liked the feeling.  I felt his hand on my thigh, and there again was the
momentary panic.  I pulled my hand away as if scalded and in doing so
knocked his hand upward from my thigh.  The word "jail-bait" came into my
mind, and I cursed myself again as a fool.

   Again, just that so-sexy smile!

   That night I gave Fiona a real seeing-to, and with the help of a
whispered fantasy of a muscular, half-cast guy fucking her hard and long
while I was tied up and forced to watch them, brought her to a real
multiple orgasm: she must have come six times, the house echoing to her
cries and grunts of ecstasy.

  
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   The next day, Monday, Fiona took a day off work, and I made a resolution
not to let the boy tempt me any more.  I went to my study and tried to
work, but the novel did not progress at all as images of Patrick naked and
bending over kept filling my mind.  In the afternoon we drove Maria to
Heathrow and saw her off.  Patrick seemed not at all concerned: he was used
to these comings and goings, and would be joining his mother in six week.

   I kept my hands off him in the car!

   Fucking Fiona that night I must admit that as I came it was not her
perfect body, her wonderful breasts that filled my mind, but the slender,
sun-tanned form of our house-guest!  But I did my duty well as usual, and
entertained her with a fantasy of her running a bed and breakfast
guesthouse mostly for travelling businessmen, and selecting each night the
best of them to warm her bed, our bed, as the fantasy had me sucking the
guy hard again so she could ride him for a second series of orgasms.  We
both enjoyed these whispered interludes, cock resting in pussy while we
drove our passions ever higher with delightful scenarios.

   The next day Fiona went to work as usual and I was left in the house
alone with Patrick.  My decision not to allow myself to become involved
with a minor held, and I spent the morning trying to write the final
chapter of my new book.  I was getting nowhere with my mind still full of
images of teenage beauty, but at least I tried!  In the afternoon he came
with me to town and I bought him a bicycle so he would be able to come with
us when we rode out over the hills, as we often did.

   Late that same evening Fiona was in our room preparing for bed and I had
showered and was going back to join her when I passed the open door of
Patrick's bedroom.  What I saw banished all my good resolutions: from that
moment the boy had me hooked, with no escape.  His lamp was switched off,
but there was just enough light from the doorway to make out his naked form
on the bed.  My eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, and I could see he was
masturbating.  Laying on his back, completely flat, I could see his slender
body as a darker shape against the white sheet, and as I strained to look I
could see his little fist rubbing up and down his cock.  However hard I
tried I could not make out his cock what with the dark and the movement of
his hand.  Then I could see him cup his balls with his free hand and
guessed he was close to coming.  My cock was making a tent in my dressing
gown and I could not resist reaching in and giving it a few strokes myself.
I saw his legs tense and then a spurt of white cum, the streamer making a
streak of white across the top of his chest and on to his shoulder blade. I
was enthralled, and a second and third spurt made two round pools of white
on his belly.  They must have caught the light from my doorway as they were
much clearer than his tanned body.  Then there were just oozings as he held
his cock tight for a few minutes.

   I backed away slowly and quietly as he wiped himself on his underpants,
left on the bed beside him.

   Fiona benefitted from my hyper excitement with a hard and furious
fucking.  I could not contain myself and came just the same moment as she
did.  No time for multiple orgasms, and no fantasies for her tonight,
though my mind was full of fantasies as I came, a teenage boy figuring in
all of them....

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   The next morning Fiona left early for work as usual and I freshened up
before sitting down in my dressing gown with a cup of coffee watching Sky
news.  Patrick came in.  He was in just pyjama bottoms, had not brushed his
hair, and probably not washed.  But he was as devastatingly lovely as ever,
especially with the floral pyjamas loose about his waist and threatening to
slip down over his hips.  He sat down beside me with that elephant-like
thump teenage boys make when they sit on a sofa.

   'Would you like a coffee?  Or there's some juice in the fridge.  We'll
cook some breakfast later.'

   'I'll have some later.'

   He was close enough to me for our legs to be touching, chaste though,
protected by two layers of cloth.

   'You really ought to close your bedroom door at night, you know,
Patrick....'

   'I saw you watching me.  I don't mind.  You can watch me if you want. 
It was better with you watching.  I came more and better than ever, you
looking at me.'

   I spluttered in my coffee!

   'In Brazil I had a friend called Rafael, and we used to wank each other
off, and that's even better.  To have someone else do it for you.'

   My cock was hard again despite unloading in Fiona big time during the
night.  This was getting close to an invitation!  Shit!  It was an
invitation!

   'Did you used to kiss Rafael?'

   'No.  Is that good?'

   For answer I turned my head and kissed him on his lips, quick and
lightly.  I was going to retreat, but his arms were around my neck and he
pulled himself onto me for a real lovers' kiss, open mouthed, tongues and
lips, and minutes long.  I caressed his shoulders and naked chest as we
embraced, and felt his hand inside my dressing gown feeling my chest and
nipples.  Finally we came up for air.

   'Yes it is good!  I don't know why I didn't try it with Rafael.  Seemed
a bit girlie I suppose.  But it's not.  It's great.  Let's do it again!'

   Another long embrace, and this time I allowed my hand to rest on his
crotch, one arm round his shoulder, the other between us, feeling his cack
hard and springy beneath the cotton.  His hand on my crotch too, and then,
'Just a mo.' He broke away and pulled at the cord of his pyjamas, which
fell open, not yet revealing his cock but showing a sun-tanned belly and
the top fringe of fine golden hair.  No "treasure trail" towards the
belly-button yet.  It was fantastic and dreadfully provocative, inviting
exploration those vital inches lower, towards paradise!

   We kissed again, and this time my hand found naked flesh, and I gripped
his cock.  I felt his hand inside my dressing gown, grasping mine too.

   'Let's jerk each other off then, like you and Rafael used to.'

   'It's better in the nude.  Don't get cum on the clothes then.' He stood
and allowed the pyjama trousers to drop to his ankles, and I saw what had
been obscured the night before.  He had the cutest little triangle of
golden hairs, and a cock about five inches long and still slender, like his
whole body.  It was straight, though, and had a lovely pink knob.  He was
cut!  I could see his balls as he stood there almost as if posing for me...
I guess he was in fact: he knew how handsome he was!....  hairless little
balls, almost white, and certainly less tanned than his body.  'You too!'

   I stood and opened my dressing gown, letting it fall to the carpet.

   'Hey!  You got no hair there!'

   'Fiona had me remove it all.  she likes me smooth.'

   'So do I.  You're really fit, and you're huge.' He held my cock.

   'It looks bigger because I've no hair there!'

   'It's huge!  Should I have my hair taken off?'

   'No.  It looks great!'

   'Let's wank.  Sometimes we used oil to stop wearing the skin out.  But I
think we'll cum quick and won't need any.'

   So we sat side-by-side, jerking each other off, man and boy, with the
Prime Minister droning away on the television.  Patrick came first, a
lovely fountain of cum, the first squirt hitting his chin, then his chest
and belly.

   I came immediately after.  Lots!

   'Hey!  You got lots of spunk.  Jeez!  It's everywhere!  I never saw so
much.  Jeez!' As he spoke, his fingers dabbled in the cum on my chest and
belly, fascinated by his first sight of an adult man's load!

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   Over the next few days it became almost a routine.  As soon as Fiona
left for work Patrick would join me on the sofa and we would jerk each
other off.  And then I would promise myself that, however good it was to
caress and be caressed by a boy, I would not do it again, "jail-bait!".  Of
course by the next dawn, with my usual morning hard-on, all that was
forgotten and like most men I allowed my balls to do the thinking for me!
You might expect Fiona to have noticed some falling off in my sexual
performance with her, all the spunk Patrick was unloading from my balls,
but in fact if anything I was even more vigorous and eager than ever in our
nightly fucking, and I was using the fantasies she so enjoyed whispered her
ear to drive her from one orgasm to another and then more.

   Then one morning I sat there watching the news, coffee in my hand, and
there was no sign of my boy.  This was my real opportunity to give the
dangerous pleasure up but I gave him ten minutes and then went up to look
for him.  I was naked, and it was as if my hard cock was leading the way,
waving in front of me as I climbed the stairs.  At his open door I looked
in and was reminded of the first time I saw him cum, but this morning he
was clear to be seen laying on his bed in the morning summer sunlight.  I
stopped a moment, astounded again at the beauty of a teenage boy, no longer
a child but not yet an adult.  He lay with his hands cupped behind his
head, half-propped against pillows.  His arm-pits were tanned, but less so
than his body which was a deep bronze.  There was no under-arm hair as yet,
but at the base of his firm, flat belly the prettiest triangle of fine
golden curls.  My gaze lingered on his cock, standing straight, not as
brown as his long, slender legs, like a young colt out on the moors, I
thought, and he smiled that enigmatic smile that I now knew secretly
promised a paradise of sexual passion.

   'I thought it would be nice in bed for a change.'

   'Oh yes!' I walked over to the bed, my hard cock leading the way, and
lay down beside him.  This was even better than sitting on the sofa.  Here
I could kiss him while our bodies lay close together, arms around each
other, legs entwined and cock to cock.  I could feel his hands kneading the
muscles of my arms and shoulders, and I stroked and caressed the warm,
silky flesh of his young body as we kissed for what must have been several
minutes, tongues in mouths, lips wide open.  He squirmed against me,
seeking to rub his cock on my body.

   When we came up for air I kissed his nipple, a darker brown than the
rest of his hairless chest, and as I felt it stiffen like a tiny cock, I
took it between my lips and nibbled.

   'Jeez.  That's good.  I can feel it right down to my bottom and balls.'
I never heard the boy use the word "arse": it was always the more childish
"bottom" for him, whether his own, mine, or Fiona's.  I sucked on the other
nipple, making it stand as well, as hard as a grain of rice.  Then I licked
downward and ran my tongue around his navel, pushing the point of it right
into his belly button.  He giggled.  'That tickles!' I did it again, finger
tips combing now through those fine, golden curls.  There was a drop of cum
in the eye of his cock just inches from my face.  It looked so sweetly
innocent there that without thinking I kissed it, lifting the droplet with
the tip of my tongue.  I had never sucked a cock before this day, and all
my life had been a hundred percent heterosexual....  I don't count jerking
off with schoolfriends in my teenage years as being gay, just male-bonding.
But at this moment I just had to, and I closed my lips around his pink
circumcised knob.  It felt strange but really fascinating and I let my
mouth linger there.  I felt his hands on my head holding me in place, and
then he lifted his hips an inch so some of the shaft of his cock slid into
my mouth, and his knob pushed against my tongue.  It felt warm and solid,
soft on the outside, but steel within.  In seconds I was bobbing my head up
and down on it, sucking him.

   'Jeez, that's good.  I never knew...  Holy fuck!  Oh yes.  Oh my god I'm
gonna cum.' He tried to pull his cock from my mouth, but I held his hip
firmly with one hand, and his balls-sack with the other and would not let
him go.  His legs tensed, and my mouth was filled with the warm silky
boy-cum that as it bubbled round my tongue I knew I had waited all my life
to taste.  I swallowed, and accepted the second and third spurts, and then
let the cock rest in my mouth, sucking very gently as it twitched with the
final oozings of his orgasm.

   I released it and lay again beside him, my mouth to his.

   'I can't taste anything when you kissed me.'

   'Your cum didn't taste: it was warm and silky and lovely, but no
flavour. I never sucked a cock before, Patrick.  It was so exciting.  Thank
you.' I stroked his belly and thighs as I whispered to him.

   'It was great.  Better than wanking.  I never did that before either. 
Rafael just jerked me off.  That's better, real.....  Can I suck you now?'

   He was still hard!  (Oh to be fourteen again!)

   'I said nothing but propped myself against the pillow and lay back like
a Pasha in his harem while the boy taught himself how to suck cock.  I had
often had my cock sucked of course.  Whenever Fiona had her period I would
come either in her arse or her mouth, but this was much more sensual, not
because his technique was better (it was not!), but because it was a
pretty, willing boy sucking me.  I lightly held his head in one hand,
ruffling his blonde hair and making the rhythm of his movements match the
needs of my cock.  I stroked his smooth shoulders with the other, and it
was not long before I felt my orgasm building, there between my cock and my
balls, where the arse feels it.

   'Feel my balls, Patrick.'

   I felt his hand cup my balls and then fingers gently stretch the
scrotum. That did it!  I gave him no warning, but came in his mouth, making
him gag as the first squirt hit the back of his throat, but he sucked and
swallowed, sucked and swallowed till I was done.

   I lifted his head from my cock, and we sat side-by-side.

   'You gonna suck me again?  Please!'

   'Sure.  It will take longer this time.  Let me just get something from
the bathroom.'

   The "something" was a bottle of Johnson's baby oil.

   'Hey!  That's what Rafael and me used for wanking.  Same stuff, though
the label was in Portuguese of course.'

   'Just lay there and enjoy!'

   I took his cock in my mouth again, but this time spread some oil round
the back of his balls and round his anus.  Now I had enjoyed some real sex
with him, my ambitions had grown: I had been lusting after that
still-rounded, slightly jutting, sun-tanned bottom, but knew I would have
to prepare him for accepting my cock into it.  It would be a long siege,
but could start today.  So as I sucked him, I stroked his anus with an oily
finger, and when I felt him getting excited, hands gripping my head,
ruffling my hair, I slipped my index finger into him, just up to the first
knuckle.

   'That tickles!  But don't stop.'

   The whole finger now, and reaching around looking for the prostate,
still small but capable of working its male magic as I pressed on it and
rubbed it.

   'Jeez.  I'm gonna cum again.  What are you....?  Oh fuck, that's good.
Oh yes!' and again my mouth blessed with the spurting come.

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

   We had to make do with hurried wanks Saturday and Sunday while Fiona was
home, but each morning the next week we played on the bed, oral sex, and me
preparing his arse for the real thing.  By Friday it was two fingers, and
real hard anal masturbation while I sucked him off!  Afterwards we lay
there on the bed in the morning sunlight streaming through the open window.
With some partners I have felt a sort of sadness after sex, what the French
call "tristesse d'amour", but with Patrick it was nothing but contented
satisfaction (with Fiona too..).  He was laying on his belly with his head
on my belly where he had just finished sucking me off and licking the final
cum from my cock, and I was gently stroking his buttocks.  He knew I loved
to see his back and bottom, flawless and tanned, and often lay like that
while we talked.

   I had been lusting after that arse for a fortnight now and this was the
morning I intended to ask the question, but I knew I should approach it
carefully, though I was not quite sure how.  I did not want to scare him
off me!  In the event he made it quite easy.

   He caressed my limp cock tenderly as he spoke: I knew his would still be
hard pressed into the mattress....oh to be fourteen again!  'Fiona don't
half make a noise in the night!' He looked up at me, that sexy smile again
on his lips.  I thought how sexy his clear blue eyes were too, and ruffled
his hair gently.  He wanted to talk about me and Fiona I guessed.

   'Does it wake you up?  She makes those noises when she comes.'

   'I don't mind.  I like it.  I counted five times last night.'

   'Lots of girls only come once, and a few can't come at all.  I'm lucky
as Fiona can come over and over again.'

   'Must be because you're good at it!'

   'Mostly because she's good at it!'

   'How is she specially good, then?'

   'Well, to start with she lets me fuck her in her mouth and her bottom as
well as in her pussy.  Not all girls do that.'

   'You fuck her in her arse?  Jeez!  Does she like that?  I mean you're
big!'

   'She likes it all right, but really I only do it at the time in the
month when the pussy is not nice.  You know about that?'

   'Yup.  We done it in Biology.'

   Patrick lay there, thinking about Fiona's arse.  I oiled my index finger
and slid it into his bottom with no comment from him at all.  'It must be
great to be able just to reach out and feel her naked whenever you
want....'

   'Yes!  She's lovely isn't she.  Not many girls have got tits as nice as
hers, so firm and shapely.'

   'I never felt a girl's tits....' He sounded wistful.

   'You'd love Fiona's, the way the nipples stand up when you stroke them
or better still suck them.'

   'ooooh!' It was almost a cry of anguish.  I had seen him looking at
Fiona at the beach but also in the evenings the last week.  He had the hots
for her.  I had also seen her looking at him, and guessed she was having
the same doubts as I had felt earlier.  She wanted him, but was afraid of
the implications.

   I slid the second finger into his arse and pressed his prostate.  'I'd
love to fuck you in the arse, Patrick.'

   'No!  I mean it would hurt, I'm sure.'

   'It would at first, but you would come to like it finally.  We all do.
We all have to learn to like it and then it's great.  I know!'

   'You've been fucked in the arse?'

   'Oh yes.'

   'And you like it?'

   'I love it.'

   'I still don't want to do it.  Sorry!'

   I ruffled his hair again with my free hand.'And if I arranged for you to
be in bed with Fiona, for you to fuck her as much as you want, what then?
Would you let me fuck your lovely bottom in return?'

   Silence for what seemed an age while he considered this.  I could
imagine his desire for my wife pulling him one way and his fear of my cock
tugging him the other.  I stayed silent, too.  Best leave him to decide
now.

   At last he came to a decision.  'You sure you can get her to?'

   'I can try.'

   'Well, if you can, I'll let you fuck me.'

   'I'll want to do it a lot of times, so you learn to really enjoy it,
like you're enjoying my fingers in you.'

   'Yes, I do like that!  It's a deal then.' He turned over in what was the
usual invitation for me to suck his cock the second time, as every morning.

  
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....

   That night I sucked her off, my tongue making figures of eight around
her clitoris and cunt lips the way she liked, and when she was on the point
of coming I rolled on top of her and fucked her with hard, sharp little
thrusts.  Afterwards with my cock resting in her cunt feeling it gripped by
the end of her orgasm and my hands stroking her tits, my whispering fantasy
had a touch of reality to it.

   'I love your tits, Fiona.  No-one has breasts as lovely as yours.'

   Silence, but a delightful contraction of her cunt grasping my cock told
me the compliment was appreciated.

   'And not only me.  I've seen young Patrick looking at them with a
longing in his eyes....'

   'And at my cunt, honey.  He as good as undressed me with his eyes at the
beach.'

   'I know.  I noticed, darling.  And you gave as good as you got, ogling
him and especially the bulge in his speedos.  I was sure you were thinking
how good it would be to slip your hand down the waistband and fondle his
cock and hairless balls.'

   'I like hairless balls!' I felt her hand push between us and hold my
shaven scrotum, stretching it the way she knows I like.

   'It would have been so easy for you just to reach across and stroke his
tanned body.'

   'Maria was there, and you, honey!'

   'I wouldn't have minded.  I'd have liked to see it.'

   'Really?  Not just sex talk?'

   'Really!  I should bring the boy to our bed and watch him fuck you.  I
can see he's desperate to have you, and you have that look in your eyes
when he's arond you.  You could feel his hands and then his mouth on your
nipples and then help him to slide his cock into you.  He would fuck you
hard and quick I think, but at fourteen he would stay hard after coming and
you could then ride him long and slow the way you love.'

   'Mmmmm!' She rolled me over, squatted astride me without my cock leaving
her cunt and then fucked me hard and passionately.  I could not hold myself
back as our "fantasy" had got to me too, and I came at the same time as she
did.  I do not cry out when I come: she was especially noisy!

   Next morning I was up early enough to make coffee and take the cups up
to Fiona, who I woke with a kiss on her forehead.  We sat propped against
the pillows, sipping the too-hot drinks.

   'I meant what I said last night, Fiona.  Did you?'

   'I certainly did, honey.'

   'Then we'll take Patrick to bed.  It'll be good for him to have his
first sex with a lovely and talented woman.'

   'You're so nice, honey!' Her hand was on my cock, hard of course.

   'And it will be nice for you to teach a virgin boy, because I think he
must be virgin.'

   'How do you know?'

   This would have been my chance to tell her about my own affair with the
boy but I chickened out.  'Oh, I don't know.  He's only fourteen and I
guess he would be.'

   'All those lovely Brazilian girls.  Not that I mind whether he is or
not. Tonight hopefully.  But make sure you don't scare him off.  Invite him
carefully!  Now I've got to get up or I'll be late.  Hate working Sundays!
Pity about this,' she gave my cock a shake, 'But we'll look after that
tonight.  Patrick and me!'

   Later when she had left for work I kissed and caressed Patrick but did
not let us come.  'Tonight we're going to both fuck Fiona and we want to be
absolutely full of spunk.' His eyes shone and I could feel his heart
beating as we hugged each other.

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

   That night we went to bed early: I was aware Fiona would have to get up
for work in the morning, and this could prove a long and exhausting evening
for all three of us.

   So it was only seven thirty when I went to fetch young Patrick to the
marital bed.  What I found was certainly not what I expected!

   He was laying on his belly with his face buried in a pillow and I looked
down at him thinking to myself I was going soon to have that tight little
arse: my cock twitched tight up against my belly as I stood over him.  I
knelt on the bed and kissed first one buttock and then the other.

   'She's naked and waiting for you, Patrick, you lucky boy.'

   His words were muffled by the pillow.  'Im not sure....I'm not sure I
should.'

   'Shit!' I thought,'Moral hang-ups?  Frightened of my cock hurting him?'
I lay beside him on the bed and gently stroked his back and bottom, as one
would calm a nervous puppy.  'She wants you so much, Patrick.  Don't
disappoint her.' I was looking forward to seeing them together too, and
even more to the second part of our deal, though I said nothing about that
now!  'What's the matter?  You were so eager before.'

   His head still buried in the pillow.  'I can't get it up!  My cock has
gone all soft on me.'

   I was relieved and almost laughed.  Luckily I did not!  'Is that all? 
You're just nervous.  Everyone is their first woman, and Fiona is so lovely
and so sexy I'm not surprised you're a bit apprehensive.  But you needn't
be.  It'll be all right, believe me.  She knows how to make a cock stand!'
'and so do I,' I thought.  'And in any case, I've got something that will
help.  Have you heard of viagra?'

   'You've got some?'

   'I'll go and get one.'

   'That should be OK then.  He turned over and I saw his cock limp,
something I had not often seen!'

   I went back to Fiona.

   'Trouble?'

   'He's nervous.  Have we still got that viagra Julia gave you last
Christmas?'

   'Bedside drawer.  You only ever used one.  Tiger!'

   I found the pack and popped one pill out.

   'Better only give him half a pill.  He's quite small.'

   'You're right, Fiona.  Small, but perfectly formed!'

   'Take the other half yourself....make a real night of it!'

   Back with Patrick, I showed him the pill.  'Half each.  It'll help me
too.  Swallow this and it will start to work quite quickly.'

   Normally the stuff takes a good half hour to kick in, and I guess it was
my kisses and caresses that unfroze the boy rather than the pill, because
he was soon his usual self with a lovely hard cock.

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

   Fiona had turned back the sheet and was laying naked on the bed.  On her
back her tits still stood proud and firm and with her legs spread just an
inch or two we could see her pink cunt lips plumping just a little, and the
small square of pubic hair she had allowed herself to keep like some body
ornament was dyed an anomalous blonde.  Her dark, silky hair was loose and
spread out over the white sheets.  Her eyes met Patrick's, not mine.

   'Come here to me, Patrick.  I've so wanted this.'

   The boy lay beside my wife, but did not seem to know what to do with his
hands, in a state of shock I supposed.

   'Put your hands on my breasts.  Stroke them.  Yes, like that.  Now
squeeze them gently.  I love that.  Now kiss my nipples while you squeeze
my tits.  Oh yes, that's good.  Suck them.'

   I lay on the bed so Patrick was between us while he started to learn the
contours of a beautiful woman.They were kissing now and I could see his
free hand still palming one of her breasts while she stroked his arse and
then her hand between the two of them, holding his hand and placing it on
her cunt.  I kept my hands off the boy for the time being.

   'Rub me there while we kiss, Patrick.  I love that.'

   'Is that right?  Is that your cl....?  I forget the word.'

   'Clitoris.  And yes, that's just right.  And what a lovely hard cock
you've got for me.'

   So they embraced, she holding his cock and stroking young flesh, he
fondling tits and playing with her clit.  I heard those panting sounds that
told me my wife was close to coming, but she stopped and rolled him over on
top of her.  I could see her placing his cock, and then from the look on
his face, part amazement, part sensual pleasure, knew he had his cock in
her.

   'Fuck me, Patrick.  As hard as you can!'

   I had never seen my wife fuck a guy before and it was incredibly sexy
for me.  It still is, but not like that first time.  I did not dare touch
my cock as I knew I was on the edge of coming just watching the boy's arse
rise and fall as he thrust his young cock into her.  She had brought
herself to the edge of orgasm before penetration, and it was perhaps two
minutes of frantic fucking from the novice before she was coming with her
usual grunts and squeals.  I could imagine how her cunt would be gripping
his cock, and how difficult it would be for him not to come, even if he
tried, which I doubted!  By the look almost of pain on his face I guessed
he was coming too!

   They lay quiet for a few moments after, hands still, now momentarily
satisfied.

   'That was lovely, Patrick.  You do it well.  I felt you come!'

   'You gripped me so tight when you came.  It was great.'

   'Kiss me again.  And you're still nice and hard for me!'

   She rolled them over on the bed so she was on top, his cock still deep
within her.  Now she was astride him in the position I knew so well!  He
held her hips as she bounced up and down on him, a dreamy look of ecstasy
on his face, and that glittering, predatory look in her eyes.  I watched
him reach up with both hands and cup her tits and heard her moan with
pleasure as he tweaked the puffy, erect nipples.  I sat beside them on the
bed watching, just gently stroking the boy's hairless chest and tweaking
his nipples for him too.  It was not long before Fiona was coming and by
the grimace, almost of pain, on the boy's face he was as well.

   Fiona, of course, had come but not yet had enough.  She turned to me and
grasped my cock.  'We've been ignoring you, darling.  You now.....'

   'Do me with the strap-on ,Fi.  I feel like a good fucking in the arse.'

   'Mmmmm!  Which one?'

   'Steely Dan.' Named for the strap-on in Myra Brackonridge this is about
normal cock-size, and hard shiny pink plastic, with a circumcized knob.  I
have to help Fiona with the fastening straps, but that's all part of the
fun.  I knelt and she greased the dildo and then my arse.  'Gently,
sweetie. Careful!'

   The sham cock slipped easily in once the knob was passed my anus, and
she fucked me with long and slow thrusts.

   'OK?'

   'That's great, sweetie.  You're finding the spot each time.'

   It would not be long before I came.  My main reason for getting her to
fuck me was to show Patrick that you could enjoy being fucked in the arse.
all this evening had been good sex, but it's main purpose was, of course,
to eventually get my own cock between his cute little-boy buns!

   'Let's try Iron Mike, Fi.'

   'You sure, darling?'

   Iron Mike is a huge black strap-on we named for the heavyweight boxer of
course.  It is hard rubber, cock-shaped, with a great flaring knob.  You
really know that one is up you.

   It took a moment or two to remove Steely Dan and fix Iron Mike, and I
could see Patrick's eyes wide with disbelief at the size of it.'

   'You can get that thing up you?  Jeez!'

   I wiggled my arse and Fiona laughed.  'Wriggling like a whore!  Well,
here it comes!' Starting with a slow, delightful pressure on my anus, and
then the sudden pang as the knob penetrated, and then the stretching,
painful feel of the shaft passing the anal sphincter.  And then she was
fucking me.  Jesus!  I would soon come.

   'Can you get your head under there and put your mouth round my cock so I
don't soak the sheets when I come.?'

   So there I was, being fucked in the arse by a lovely woman, and sucked
off by a pretty teenage boy.  Ecstasy!  I felt my cum rising and then
exploded into his mouth.  Well-trained already he accepted and swallowed
every drop.  Of course, that was the moment Fiona realised we had been
having our little gay-sex games without telling her.  she said nothing, but
teased me a bit when we were alone later.

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

   When I woke up, sun streaming through the open window, but the air still
a bit chill from the early morning, I was alone in bed.  I got up and
stumbled along the corridor to the toilet, and as I passed the shower heard
the familiar sounds of Fiona having an orgasm.  It was still going on while
I pissed, and still as I went back to the bed.  Patrick was excelling
himself!

   Then the boy came into the bedroom, looking scrubbed and clean, wet hair
plastered down, and cock hanging gracefully in a half-hard arc.

   'Sounded like you two were having fun!'

   'It was great.' He pulled the sheet up to his chin: it was still just a
bit chilly.  'She leaned over and let me have her from behind.  Not in the
arse.  Not like you last night.  But it was great to feel her bottom while
I did her.'

   'She likes it that way.'

   'So do I!  But she had to wank herself to come.  That was great too,
fucking her while she wanked.'

   'I bet!' I could see the sheet tented up as he lay there.  Ready for
more.

   Fiona came in and chatted cheerfully while she dressed.  I noticed she
chose her very best lingerie, a flimsy white concoction of lace and satin.
The bra accentuated her lovely breasts, and the panties were hipsters,
which I find particularly sexy.  I was hard too, now.  I've watched Fiona
dress many a time as she nearly always leaves for work before I really get
up, so I could see she was putting on a show for us.  It was not by chance
she handled her breasts to make sure they fitted snugly inside the frothy
little cups, pulled her panties tight over her buttocks and pressed the
crotch into her mound and cunt-lips.  She admired herself in the long
mirror, striking a couple of poses to amuse us.  I reached sideways and
held the boy's cock, small and springy in my fist.  I felt his small, warm
hand first on my thigh and then on my cock too.

   She sat and quickly brushed her hair and applied the minimal make-up she
used, before putting on the black, linen trouser suit she had been wearing
for work that week.  With the white cotton shirt and "club tie" the get-up
was a female travesty of male office-attire.  And very sexy.

   'You look very sexy in that, Fi.  Power-dressed.  One day you must tie
me up and beat me dressed like that.'

   'I may just take you up on that, darling.'

   She came over to the bed and gave me a pecked kiss on my forehead.  Then
she gave Patrick a real lover's kiss and whispered something in his ear.

   'Be good, you two boys.  I've got to go to earn our crust!'

   We heard the front door slam and the car start up.

   'You mean that, Uncle, about being tied up and all.'

   'Yes, Patrick.  It's one of my kinks.  She knows that and we sometimes
play like that.'

   'I think I'd like that too.'

   'I bet you would!  What did she whisper in your ear?'

   'She said "Save some spunk for me, Tiger."'

   'She knows we've been having sex.  I didn't tell her.  Did you?'

   'No.  I would have done if she'd asked.'

   'She guessed when you sucked me off while she fucked me last night.  I
mean you just went under us and enjoyed it as if you'd been sucking cock
and swallowing all your life.'

   'Didn't it hurt with that huge thing up you?'

   'Iron Mike?  Yes, for a second or two.  But it hurt good.  I'm going to
fuck you this morning, Patrick.'

   He looked so beautiful that moment, so solemn and serious and so young.
He was about to say something, but I stifled his words by taking him in my
arms, pressing his body to mine, and kissing him long and wetly.  As I
write this I can still remember that moment so clearly, the feel of his
cock hard against mine and the lemon smell of his still-damp hair.  I had
waited weeks for this and I was not going to rush it now, so I lay with
him, kissing and stroking him, and telling him how much I loved him, how
handsome and virile he was, and how he was making Fiona so happy.

   When I had calmed him down and his heart was no longer beating so
franticly, with fear I guess it had been, then I lay him on his belly with
a pillow under him so his buttocks were raised nicely for me.

   'Don't hurt me, Uncle.'

   'We're not doing anything yet, Patrick.  I'll get you nice and ready for
me.'

   I parted the cheeks of his bottom, tanned but lighter than his back, and
there was his anus for me, as pretty as the rest of him, brown-pink and
creased like the petal of a flower.  I pressed my face between the firm
cheeks and kissed him there, and then licked, finally pushing harder with
my pointed tongue to penetrate him.  He wriggled, but pushed his bottom up
to me, and clearly he liked being rimmed.  I slipped my tongue in and out a
few times and licked up and down the whole crease.

   'That's nice.' He giggled.  'It tickles, but it's nice.'

   He was relaxing now, and I was enjoying this, so I rimmed him for
several minutes, caressing his bottom and sometimes his smooth back.

   The baby oil was on the bedside table ready and I reached for it to tip
some drops into that tempting crease, a hand cupped under him to catch any
surplus.  I put the bottle back and spread the oil across his crack,
pressing with my forefinger each time it passed over his anus, a little
harder each time until finally my finger slipped in as far as the first
joint.

   'Oooh!'

   'OK?'

   'Mm.'

   I slid my finger up him until the whole length was in, gripped by his
virgin arsehole.  I rotated it and pulled it out a bit looking for his
prostate: at that time I was not very experienced with males, having mostly
been on the receiving end when I was young, rather than giving, but I found
the place and pressed it, relaxed, pressed again.

   'That's nice, Uncle.  what are you doing?'

   'There's a place there where it feels good: it's why men like being
fucked.  When I press it, it feels good, doesn't it?'

   After a bit he was relaxed enough to take two fingers and then three,
which must have been wider than my cock (did I say I'm on the small side of
average?)

   So the time had come!  All those earlier hesitations about seducing a
teenage boy, then the increasing temptation of his young and always willing
body, had led to this moment when I would take his virginity.  I pushed my
three fingers right up him and kissed the back of his neck.  He sighed as I
pulled my hand from him and arranged him so one leg was bent, opening his
buttocks nicely for me.  I did not give him the full weight of my body as I
placed my knob against his glistening anus, and tipped some more baby oil
between us.  I could feel he liked the pressure of my knob there (I always
like that too!) and I pressed a bit harder, and harder still, and my knob
just popped into him.  No scream of terror, but I could feel him tense and
his anus gripped me hard.  I waited till the spasm passed, caressing his
back, licking his neck, and whispering lover's nonsense in his ear.

   He was biting the pillow, but my cock slid easily up him till my belly
was pressed against his bum.  Another spasm, but again that passed and I
pulled back as far as the rim of my knob, pushed in again and we were
fucking with long, slow, powerful strokes.It was a real pleasure for me to
lick and caress his back as, since all our sex until this morning had been
cock-sucking, I had not had much chance to admire him from behind.  So my
lips were on his neck and shoulders, and my hands on his buttocks, waist
and back as I fucked him, gradually increasing the speed as my excitement
rose.  He had stopped biting the pillow, and I assumed the discomfort had
passed, as I penetrated with short, sharp, rapid stabs at him.  And then I
was coming, and made sure that each spurt was deep inside his bottom.

   We lay there for a moment or two, and then a contraction of his anus
expelled my cock, half-limp now.  There was no mess, and more to the point
no blood, thank goodness!

   'OK?'

   'It wasn't too bad, I suppose....'

   'Shall I suck you off?'

   'She said to save some for her tonight.....'

  
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   It took ten days, ten morning fucks, for Patrick to learn to enjoy a
cock in his arse, and I knew I had taught him well when we were laying on
the beach in the sun.  Fiona had left earlier than usual and had not had
time to have the boy in her shower and our own early-morning fuck had been
longer and even more vigorous than usual.  There was a pensive tone in the
boy's voice.

   'You know what I'd really like, Uncle?

   'What's that?'

   'I'd like to have Fiona from behind kneeling, my cock in her pussy, and
you kneeling behind me with your cock in my bottom, so I'm sort of
sandwiched between you.'

   'You must really like being fucked now, then.'

   'You said I would.  I'm not sure "like" is the right word.  It more like
I need to have a cock inside me sometimes.  I really need it.'

   'I'm the same, Patrick.  In fact I could use exactly that right now.'

   'Let's go into the hut, Uncle, and you can have me after I've fucked
you....'

  
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.

   In those first couple of years of marriage I never thought that I could
get bored with my new wife, with her fantastic tits and her real appetite
for sex.  But everything gets stale with time, and the seven-year-itch
finally caught up with me.  Then I had to fantasise or better still
remember sexual excitement past in order to enjoy her fully.  And at those
times that evening with Fiona and Patrick would often come into my mind,
and give me the enthusiasm I needed to get hard, stay hard, and come in her
pussy.  Happy days!

   It was a real pleasure to hear the boy, confident, randy, cock-proud,
taking control of us.

   'We'll suck her off first.  You suck her tits and I'll do her pussy.'

   It did not take Fiona long to come with a mouth on her nipples and
another tracing patterns around her clitoris and we were rewarded by the
usual chorus of grunts and squeals.

   'Your turn now, Uncle.'

   She had come and was almost into her multi-orgasmic cycle so it semed no
sooner had my fingers parted her swollen cunt lips and my lips nibbled her
erect little nub than she was coming again.  The boy hardly gave her time
to finish that one.

   'Kneeling now!  I want your pussy from behind!'

   I watched as he shafted my wife from behind, her wiggling her arse for
him like a bitch on heat.  He reached under her and grabbed her tits, one
in each hand, bringing her to yet another orgasm.  He grinned, looking over
his shoulder at me as I crouched to kneel behind him.  'Come on!  I don't
know how long I can keep this up.  Every time she comes it's like dipping
it in a barrel of honey, and hey!  Can she grip it!' She was coming again.
Once she got into this rhythm of orgasms it seemed she could go on and on.

   The boy's bottom-crease opened and closed with each thrust into my
wife's pussy, and I caught one of the withdrawals to drip some oil onto his
anus.  He was well used to being fucked now, and I did not have to be
especially careful as I placed my knob and caught the moment to push and
penetrate.  I felt his anus grip, relax, allow me to slide right in, and
then grip again deliciously.  I grasped his hips and for a few seconds
allowed him to move as I remained motionless, the thrust of his hips as he
fucked Fiona driving my cock into him.  Then I caught his rhythm and was
fucking, still holding him by the hips and looking at his flawless, tanned
back.  He looked back over his shoulder an instant and I could see in his
eyes the lust, pleasure and abandon: he winked, and returned to his task.
Fiona was moaning agin, and another orgasm was mounting in her cunt.  I
wondered if she was aware the boy was now being fucked by her man. 
Probably not!  Probably she was aware of nothing but that springy
little-boy cock shagging her, and those eager little hands on her tits.

   I'm usually good at controlling my orgasm.  (You have to be with a woman
like Fiona!).  But this was too much for me and I felt myself coming, a
great fierce feeling in my balls, arse and cock.  I pumped my spunk into
the boy.  My cock soon slid out of him, but he fucked on, and on, and on!

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

   And that is how it was for the last month of his all-too-short stay with
us.  He got into the habit of returning to his own bed once he had emptied
his balls into Fiona (and I had filled his tight arse too) leaving the two
of us to wonder together at the sexual ecstasy the boy had brought us.  We
would chat, and sometimes fuck again before sleeping.

   One night I was laying beside her idly stroking her breast.

   'How did the shopping go, darling?  Find what you wanted?'

   'Mm.  And I ran into the girl who has just moved into number 18.  You
must have noticed her....'

   'The tall blonde?  Oh yes.  She's a real looker!'

   'And sexy too!  She's called Alva.  It's a Swedish name, though you
would hardly know it as her accent's nearly perfect.  Like her tits!' Fiona
giggled.

   'Can't be as nice as yours, sweetie....'

   'I'll tell you about it.  We were in Debenhams, recognised each other
and introduced ourselves.  I suggested a coffee, but Costas was completely
full, so she suggested we go back to her place and have a coffee there. 
They've done the house up nicely.  Minimalist, but very nice.'

   'Tell me about her tits, not the furniture!'

   'Well, we had our coffee, and I could not keep my eyes off her...lovely
slim body and shoulder length shining hair.  You know I'm crazy about
blondes!' She ruffled my hair.  'And I'm sure she was looking me over too.
And then we were kissing.  I don't know if it was me who made the move or
her: one minute we were sitting side-by-side and the next our lips were
together, and I felt her hand slip up under my jumper.  So I slipped mine
up under her blouse and found she was not wearing a bra.  Didn't need one
either.  Anyway, to cut a long story short we went to her bed and had sex.
You don't mind, do you?'

   'I'd have loved to have been there, darling.  Tell me.....'

   'Not much to tell, really.  We sucked each other off.  She's completely
shaved.  Then she fucked me with a strap on, and then I fucked her with it.
You'd like her, honey.'

   'I bet.'

   'There's something else too.  I'm afraid she guessed about Patrick.'

   Shit!  That's not good!'

   'It's all right.  She feels the same as we do.  I'll tell you how it
happened.  We're laying there after our sex, and she's stroking my tits
like you are now.

   "Is that your son?  The boy I see with you sometimes."

   "No.  It's my nephew.  He's staying with us for a few weeks before
joining my sister in Australia."

   "He's a handsome lad!"

   "Mmmm.  Sexy too.  Randy little chap."

   "You've had him, you naughty girl?"

   "You wouldn't expect me to admit to that, Alva!"

   "I'll take that as yes.  I'm envious.  He must be delicious!" 'And
that's all there was to it.  I didn't tell her or admit anything.'

   'Is your laptop still on.  I'll show you something.'

   'I'll get it, honey.'

   I logged into a gay site I'm a member of and pulled up a profile.'

   'Oh my God!  It her husband, Bernard!'

   'He's looking for local sex.  Fetishes, smooth bodies and cut.'

   'Sounds like you, honey.  If you had him, perhaps we could get both of
them round for some real fun once Patrick has gone.  Sort of consolation
when he's left.'

   'You type a message then, Fi.  Tell him I'm the guy at number two, so
could hardly be a closer neighbour.  I'm shaven and cut and athletic build,
bi.'

   'Done all that!  Meet here Sunday afternoon?  I'll take Patrick to the
cinema so you have the place to yourself.  The boy wants to see that new
Bond thing.'

  
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   'So how did it go with Bernard?'

   'Great sex, Fi.  WE sucked a bit, sixty nine.  Then he fucked me and I
fucked him.  He's got a good body.  Works out at the gym like us.  You'll
like him, Fi.'

   'Swedish too?'

   'No.  Brit.  And he likes the idea of little boys too!'

   'You didn't tell him?'

   'Hell, no!  It went like this.

   "When did you have your first sex, Bernard?"

   "Gay or hetero?"

   "Gay."

   "About fourteen.  Didn't have sex with a girl till years later."

   "Boy or guy?"

   "Schoolfriend.  We wanked the first few times, and then he showed me how
to suck the first time I slept over at his place."

   "I expect that's why you like smooth bodies?"

   "Must be.  I often think about all that schoolboy sex.  I went to a
school where all the boys were at it all the time"

   "Me too!"

   "How old were you then?"

   "About the same as you, but it was a guy who seduced me.  It was only
later I started having sex with other boys."

   "A guy!  He took a terrible risk!"

   "Mmm But I expect I was worth it."

   "Jesus!  He was lucky to find you.  Must have been great."

   "Hey, Bernard, you're hard again.  Fuck me face to face this time?"

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

   I pulled my cock from Patrick's arse and was as usual astounded by how
gaping-large his anus looked when he had just been fucked.  And then there
was the contrast between the red, angry-looking arsehole, and the delicate,
soft texture of the skin on his tighs and bottom.  He had finished inside
Fiona before me this time, and I gave him a playful slap on those
sun-tanned buttocks.  We lay in a row, three of us propped against the
pillows.

   'We're going to miss you next Saturday, Patrick.  It has been good.'

   'Me too.  It'll be worse for me.  Where will I find a pussy or a cock
when I'm in Australia.  I mean it will be almost impossible.  I don't want
to go back to wanking, not after all this.' He placed a hand over her pussy
and the other rested on my crotch.

   Fiona put an arm round his shoulder and hugged him to her naked breast.
'You're a very handsome boy, and I'm sure you'll find plenty of gals and
guys who want to play with you.'

   'But....'

   I interrupted him.  'You could try just asking anyone you fancy, just
tell them.'

   Fiona had her hand on his cock, half-hard again, and was gently gripping
and releasing it.  'Yes, you could try just going up and saying "You're so
sexy I'm desperate to suck your pussy and fuck you." You know that blonde
woman at the end of the street, with the blue sports car?'

   'She's sexy, all right!'

   'I bet she would say yes if you asked her!'

   I added, 'And I bet her husband would too if you told him he could fuck
you!'

   'You sure?  You really sure?  I mean not just having me on?  I'll try I
think....'

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

   We were sitting in the garden when Patrick came in: he had been out all
afternoon.  His grin was wider even than usual!

   'Had a nice afternoon, Patrick?'

   'It worked.  It really worked!I told her she was so sexy I was desperate
to eat her out and fuck her.  She just laughed, but then looked me up and
down, and I could see that look in her eyes that you get.  You've got it
now!  She was silent for a moment, and then she laughed again and said
"You'd better come in then." We undressed...  she doesn't wear a bra and
doesn't need one.....  and then she fucked me, astride me like you do
sometimes, Auntie.  After she came I turned her on her back and fucked her
again till she came and I let myself too.  She's not as noisy as you,
Auntie.'

   'Not many are, darling.'

   'It didn't stop there.  She didn't want any more, but as I was leaving
Bernard came home in his Jeep.  I thought "Why not?" so in his front garden
I told him I found him so sexy that I longed to feel his cock up my bottom.
His double-take was almost funny!  But he told me to jump in the car and
drove me to the beach.  They've got a beach house like yours, and he fucked
me in there, and then sucked me off.  He said he could taste pussy on my
cock and balls, and I told him it was his wife's, Alva's.  He roared with
laughter.  "What's so funny?" "And I was scared of what would happen if she
found out!"

   'So we drove back, and they confessed to each other, and then we had a
threesome like we like, her kneeling, me kneeling behind, and him kneeling
behind me.  You were right.  It's enough to just ask.'

   Fiona was already taking her bikini bottom off and kneeling on the
grass!

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

   Two days later we waved goodbye to Patrick as he went through the hall
at Gatwick to join the security check queue.  We saw him start chatting to
an attractive brunette in her early thirties I should think.  She had just
kissed goodbye to her man, a huge, hairy fellow, and I guessed they were
several years married as he had not waited any longer, but gone back to the
carpark immediately.

   'You think he's asking her?'

   'Bloody sure he is, Fi.' The brunette was laughing now and I saw her
hand fleetingly and as she thought discretely fondle the boys bottom
through his tight denims.  'And it looks as if he's going to join the
Mile-High-Club' during the flight!

   FIN