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 Pip : by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton mm

   'I know what will get you hard again, sweetie.  I'll tell you about the
first boy I ever had.'

   'Oh, please, darling.  I'll just lay here and suck your lovely cock.'

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

   'Well, it must have been about a month after Mr Olsen introduced me to
the joy of sex.  Probably about my fourth visit to his apartment.He had
just given me a lovely suck, and then finished off in my bottom.'

   "I expect you have some other friends, boys at school, to have cock fun
with?"

   "Jeez no.  They're all dead against it.  If they want to wind someone up
they call him gay...always leads to fights.  Only they don't say 'gay':
it's 'cock-sucker', 'faggot', 'bummer', 'mont', 'brown nose', 'arse
bandit', 'shirt lifter', 'poofter', and all sorts of other insults.  And
they boast about their girls."

   "And yet one in ten of them will be gay.  It's a fact."

   "Jeez, that means two others in my class.  I mean with me that makes
three."

   "Probability says must be one and possibly three more.  Statistics."

   'On the long bus journey home from his place, half across the city, I
got to thinking about his "statistics".  There just had to be one other
among the boys I knew.  And with the vigour of a fourteen year old boy I
needed sex more regularly than my one afternoon a week with Mr Olsen. 
Wanking was ok in its way, but the real thing was sooo much better now I'd
experienced it!  In the back seat of the top deck, I had a quick look at
one of the two magazines he had lent me.  ("But save some cum for me next
week!").  An idea was forming, as I stroked my cock.

   'On Mondays in the school holidays I used to cycle out to the
golf-course with my friend Phillip (we all called him Pip), and we would
hunt for golf-balls lost over the weekend.  These we would sell to the
professional, who would use them on the driving range, or sell them back to
the members.  There was usually enough money for cigarettes and other
contraband.  We always used the same technique.  One would go up the left
side of the fairway, looking for balls hooked into the rough, the other
opposite looking for slices.  Slices always found more than hookers.  We
would both then do the rough at the back of the green before moving on to
the next hole.

   'That Monday it had been hot, we were both shirtless, and our rucksacks
seemed heavy when we got to where we usually stopped for lunch.  This was a
great weeping willow, incongruous and out of place among the scrubby
heathland trees.  Under it was dry on wet days, and cool on hot days like
that one.  It was also well away from the fairways, and our own private
place.

   We emptied our bags.

   "Twenty five me."

   "Jeez, and I've got nineteeen."

   "Forty four : best yet."

   "And nearly all good ones."

   "Must have had matches Saturday and Sunday.  They always use good balls
for competitions."

   I found myself looking at Pip, perhaps because of my new sexlife with Mr
Olsen, perhaps because of the books he had lent me, perhaps because on the
bus a couple of days before I had thought about Pip, fantasising sex with
him as I spurted spunk into the back of the seat in front of me.  He really
was good-looking, blonde like me, tanned, sweaty from his exertions in the
heat, with bits of dry bracken and heather sticking to his hairless chest.
He had nice, full lips, and long eyelashes.  I looked at his nipples.  They
were brown, like mine, but looked bigger to my eyes.  He lolled back
against the trunk of the willow, beside me.  It was surprising he was not
more popular.  Like me he was a good sportsman, but like me he was a loner,
not a real "team-player".  Perhaps the other boys sensed we were different.
Perhaps he was the other gay boy "statistics predicted".  My eyes drifted
down to his crotch, and I suddenly realised there was something different
in the way he was looking at me.  He was looking at mine, too.

   'I took a swig from my Coke bottle, and devoured the pork pie.  His
didn't last much longer.'

   "Let's stay here a bit, Pip.  Too bloody hot out there."

   "Too right.  And we've found a lot already."

   "I found a wank book on the bus Saturday.  Wanna look?"

   "Something to do.  Yeah!"

   'We had never even wanked together before, so I felt this was real
progress.  I moved closer to him so we could share the images.  My bare leg
brushed his.  He did not recoil so I moved an inch even closer and our
thighs were pressed one against the other.  I opened the book on our laps,
turning the pages slowly.  Of the two books Mr Olsen had lent me this was
the least hardcore.  It would have been considered 'soft porn' perhaps if
it had not been gay.  As it was there were page after page of naked men,
some huge and muscled, some ordinary looking guys, some twinks, and some
who looked not much older than us (though they probably were!).  We looked
in silence, and I felt my cock straining at my shorts, under the magazine.
Then, suddenly, Pip put his hand on mine to stop me turning the page.

   "Jeez.  Look at him"

   "Fuckin ell look at that cock on him" 'It was a huge, muscled guy,
tanned, muscles rippling.  He was pictured part-profile,photographed from
low down, and his cock was profiled against the cloudless sky.  It was
huge, and I mean neither you nor I, darling, will ever have seen a bigger
one.'

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

   'I'm not a size queen, sweetie.'

   'I know you're not, darling, and nor am I.  But Pip was at that moment!'

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

   'I realised the effect this particular picture was having on him, and
decided the time had come.

   "I've gotta jerk off." 'I gave him the book, undid my belt buckle,
lifted my arse and slipped my shorts down.  I had not put on underpants
that morning (thinking ahead to this moment), and my cock was standing
clear.  I started to stroke it.'

   "Jeez.  I've got to too.  Look at the prick on that guy." 'Such welcome,
hoped for words, and even better, he stood up, and pulled his shorts off.
Then he sat down again and slipped his cock out of the side of his white
cotton underpants.  We sat side-by side each stroking his own little cock'

   "We're neither of us anywhere near as big as that guy."

   "Don't suppose many are.  That's why they photoed him." Pip had a nice
little cock, probably a bit longer and broader than mine.  But whereas mine
was straight, his had a sort of bow in it, not much, but enough to make it
look especially eager and keen.  I'm cut, of course, but he was not, though
as he wanked his knob was clear of his foreskin.  Time to start to 'talk
dirty' according to my planned seduction.

   "I wouldn't mind jerking that huge cock for him."

   "Too right"

   "But this is ok too.  Better than mine" 'I reached over with my left
hand and held his cock, displacing his hand from the base of it.'

   "Let me..." 'But I already was stroking his cock up and down between my
thumb and forefinger, gently and fast, the way I like it.  And, Joy!, he
reached for mine and was jerking me.  I looked in his face, but he was
avoiding my glance.'

   'So we, two teenage boys with all the vigour of fourteen year olds,
jerked each other.  It was nice to be able to get my hand properly round
him, as Mr Olsen was too big for me, and I liked the feel of the foreskin
slipping up and down under my palm.  It was too much for me, but I wanted
more.  I suddenly, not to give him time to protest, leaned over and sank
that pretty cock in my mouth.'

   "Jeez!"

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

   'Those were the days, darling.  What did it feel like in your mouth?'

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

   'You wish, don't you, you naughty girl.  I was able to get the whole
length in easily, not like with Mr Olsen.  As I bobbed up and down on him
he was laying back, eyes closed, and hands not touching me, completely
passive.  But then I felt his hips beginning to move, rising to meet my
mouth each time I sank down on him.  I fluttered my tongue up and down the
front of his cock as I sucked hard, just like I'd learned in that West
London flat.  He groaned and moaned, and his upward thrusts were getting
more urgent.  I took his cock out and looked at it, straining and
red-knobbed.  It shone from my saliva.  I licked down the front and licked
his balls: just the hint of a few sparse and fine golden hairs.'

   "Don't stop!"

   'I gave him my best, sucking and sliding my lips up and down his shaft,
holding his balls in one hand and rubbing and squeezing his cock with the
other.  I had no need to wank my own, which was on the edge of coming at
any moment.  Then I felt his legs straighten, his hips rise, and heard him
muttering incoherently.  My mouth filled with his cum, warm and silky cum.
I held his cock in my mouth for a minute or two, and felt the hardness go
until it was completely soft.  I let go, and sat beside him again, back to
the tree trunk.'

   "Jeez.  That was good."

   'He looked at me shyly, his eyes not wanting to meet mine.  Our glances
met, and he looked down timidly.  I noticed how long and feminine his
eyelashes were.  He was a very pretty boy.  I was aware my cock was
twitching, close to coming even though untouched.'

   "Shall I?  I mean can I do something for you, Kevin."

   "Oh, yes, please, Pip."

   'He lay beside me and very tentatively kissed the eye of my knob.  It
twitched, and he laughed.  Then, timidly, he closed his mouth round the
helmet.  I groaned.  Then there was that lovely feeling as my shaft sank
into his virgin mouth.  I would have liked to run my fingers through his
curly blonde hair, but it was safer just to lay there passive and let him
experiment.  He was sucking me well now, gobbling up and down on my cock. I
felt myself coming.  I tried to control it, to lengthen this first
pleasure. But I looked down at his naked shoulders and chest, tanned and
smooth, and I came, filling his mouth with my young spunk.  He gagged a
bit, but he swallowed.'

   'We sat side-by-side, silent.  I knew what was going through his mind,
as I remembered what I felt when Mr Olsen first taught me boy-love.  He
would be shell-shocked, appalled and astounded by the strength of the
orgasm, by the power of the pleasure that had filled his mind and body.  He
would be scared by the sudden realisation that he must be gay, and yet
excited by that prospect at the same time.  I waited for him to speak, to
recover.'

   "I never knew, Kevin."

   "That it could be so good?  That's how I feel,Pip.  It was so good..."

   "Kevin, Tuesday, tomorrow , my parents go out to their Bridge evening.
We could do it on my bed..."

   "I'd like that.  I'll come round after tea."

   "Have tea at my place.  They go out at six and don't come back till ten.
We can have some fun."

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

   'Shall I fuck you now darling?  Or do you want to tell me about the
Tuesday while I just suck you?'

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

   'That evening, as soon as his parents' car left the drive we went up to
his bedroom.  I got the impression he'd tidied it for this special
occasion. We lay on the bed, and I dared to kiss him.  I felt him flinch at
this intimate and "un-masculine" act, but for a moment only, and then his
lips were open for my tongue to enter his mouth.  After all, my knob had
been in there the day before, and a load of warm cum!  This act of intimacy
seemed to release some inhibition in him, and for the next five minutes we
were writhing together, kissing and caressing.  No honeymoon couple could
have been more passionate!  I managed to get my hands up under his shirt
and remember marvelling at the silky smoothness of his back, and feeling
his hands caressing my back.'

   "Let me...." 'I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the
floor.'

   "Me too..." 'His fingers were picking at the buttons on my shirt and a
second later it joined his on the carpet.  We were embracing again, tongues
fighting for possession, but naked chest to naked chest now.'

   'Minutes later we came up for air.  I stroked his bare chest, hairless
and tanned.  His nipples stood hard, like the heads of small nails, as my
palms brushed over them.  I leaned over and took one brown nipple between
my lips, nibbling gently at it.  He moaned, and his hands gipped my
shoulders tighter.  The other one now, and another groan of ecstasy.  Down
now, my lips brushing his naked flesh, my tongue round his belly-button,
and a giggle from him.  As we lay, his shorts were tight over his flat
belly.  I unclasped the leather belt undid the top button, and slowly,
treasuring the moment, slid the zip down.  He was wearing white 'y-fronts'.
I could see the shape of his hard cock, and grasped it through the thin
cotton.  I leaned over him and took it in my mouth, sideways on, mouthing
the front of it through the cotton.  There was a damp patch of pre-cum.  I
licked that.  His hands were still on my shoulders.  I slipped a hand into
each side of the waistband, and he lifted his hips to help me as I drew
down his shorts and underpants together.'

   'There it was, that little triangle of golden boy-hairs, and that pretty
cock, with its alluring bend in it.  The shorts joined the rest of our
clothes on the carpet.  He was naked now, and I ran my hands over his whole
body, neck, chest, belly, thighs, calves.'

   "You too.." 'And he was struggling with my belt and zip.  Finally he
worked it out, and pulled my shorts down.  I wore no underpants (ready for
this session!)'

   'We hugged and kissed again, but naked this time, hard little cocks
straining against each other.  I rolled so I was half on top of him and
felt his hands stroking down my back, kneading my buttocks.I had one arm
under him, but was able to caress his chest with my free hand.  I found his
nipple, and felt it harden as I tweaked it, rolling it between thumb and
forefinger.  He buried his face in my neck, kissing and licking.I looked
down at his curly, blonde hair.  Our legs were writhing together, and I
realised he was trying to rub his cock against my body.

   "I've wanted this so much after yesterday.  I was hard all night."

   "Jeez!  Me too, Kevin.  I didn't dare touch it in case I came."

   "Me, too.  Saving my spunk for you, Pip."

   "I want to suck you again, Kevin."

   "Like this ..."

   'We lay side-by-side, and I felt his lips around my knob.  I waited,
savouring the moment by licking his hairless balls.  As he lay, his body
slightly over mine, I could see his hairless arsehole, rosy and very
slightly puckered.  I promised myself that pretty little anus, and those
plump buttocks.  But for now there was his pretty cock.  As his lips slid
down my shaft, accepting the full length, I took his into my mouth, and
slowly slid my head down on it till my nose touched those golden pubic
curls.  As I sucked, I stroked his balls, lilly-white in their tight sack.
The golden hairs were a quarter-inch sparse fuzz there.  I tapped gently
with my forefinger on that so-desired anus, and saw it contract as I did
so. Taking his lead from me, Pip had cradled my balls in his hand as if
weighing them and was gently squeezing them as he sucked me.'

   'I got my arm out from under him and used my free hand to explore his
body.  If I was becoming hard and angular as I moved into adolescence, then
Pip was soft and rounded, almost girlish.  But he was a boy, of course so I
didn't mind.  He still had a little of his pre-teen puppy fat, but would
soon lose that.'

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

   'Come off it, Darling!  "You didn't mind that".  You loved it, admit it.
And you still do like a nice rounded feminine body with a hard little
cock.'

   'Stop interrupting, and don't stop sucking.  Yes!  Like that, darling.
Of course I like that, the queens, and big muscular guys too.'

   'Ooooh!  Hark at her.'

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

   'I wasn't blagging when I said I'd been hard all night, and although I
tried to control it, I felt my orgasm building.  Then I was coming,
spurting cum into his mouth.  He did not gag this time.  I remembered to
keep on sucking, and almost before I had finished coming, I felt his cum in
my mouth too.'

   'We lay together like that, still with cocks in mouths, till I felt his
becoming limp, and knew mine was too.'

   'Propped up on pillows, leaning against the bedhead we were silent for
several minutes it seemed, surprised once again by the all-consuming joy of
boy sex.  Then.

   "It gets better, Kevin.  That was even better than yesterday.  Why
doesn't everyone do it?"

   "Can't think why.  We certainly will, won't we?"

   "Mmmmmm."

   "I've got another wank book.  Wanna see?"

   "Cool".

   'Something had changed in both of us over the two days, two shattering
orgasms.  Two days ago there was no way we would have sat, thighs touching,
Pip with an arm round my waist behind us, me with an arm round his
shoulders.  No longer friends, we were lovers.  I nibbled the lobe of his
ear, and he giggled.  I pushed the tip of my tongue into his ear, and
tasted the bitterness there.

   "Hey, that tickles." The book was open on our laps, hiding our cocks. 
The cover showed two naked boys, mid to late teens, probably 'legal' in the
jurisdiction where the magazine had been printed, but almost certainly not
so in our country.  The blonde boy had a limp little cock, the black boy
had a long, slender, erect cock.

   "You reckon that looks like Sylvester N'Tanga?" Sylvester, despite his
African name and coal-black skin, was as English as Pip and myself, a
school class-mate.

   "Does a bit.  Same build, and haircut.  Probably it's the haircut."

   "I wonder if Sylvester's as long as that?"

   "I wouldn't mind finding out."

   "Nor me.  You noticed how smooth and soft his skin is?  And he's got no
hair here at all yet.  Nice body.'

   "Lotsa black guys don't get much hair there."

   "How you know that?"

   "Seen pictures.  Anyway, I could fancy that guy, and Sylvester too. 
Open the book."

   'As Pip turned the pages the photo shoot took us through the meeting of
the two boys in a sea-side funfair, their return to a cheap boarding-house
room, their embraces immediately the door was shut.  He leafed quickly
through the pages of the undressing and further, naked embraces, and then
stopped.

   "Just like us, look!" The two boys were entwined, side-by-side in a
classic sixty-nine, cocks deep in mouths, arms around cute, hard,
boy-buttocks.

   "I never thought we invented it!"

   'Pages were turned slower now, and the magazine rose as two young cocks
got hard again.'

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

   'Oh to be fourteen again, darling.  Did you take some viagra while you
were dressing?  I just love your stockings, and the seams are exactly
straight.'

   'I did, sweetie.  Didn't need it at fourteen.'

   'Probably wouldn't now if it were a fourteen year old, chubby blonde
with a pretty curve in his little willy!'

   'You're just an old tart, darling.  But I love you.  Where was I?'

   'The magazine was being lifted by two teenage cocks!'

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

   'Ah yes.  Pip turned the pages slower now, and was surprised when the
boys did not come in each other's mouths.  The next few pages showed in
glorious colour why not.  The black boy greased and finger fucked the
blonde's arsehole, and then greased his own cock.  They lay in each other's
arms kissing.  The photographer had arranged it so he could get the act of
penetration in close-up.

   "Jeez.  I've heard of that, but thought it was just stories.  Looks as
if it must hurt."

   "I shouldn't think so.  Look at the white boy's face." And, indeed his
face was the very picture of dreamy ecstasy as that slender black cock
slipped into him, until their bodies were completely joined, bellies and
chests and lips touching.

   "And he's hard too.  Should think he'd go soft if it really hurt."

   'More pages, and a change of position.  Now the blonde was kneeling, and
his black lover was going at him from behind.  From the way those strong
black hands dug into the white flesh of his bum, it looked as if he was
fucking hard now.  The kneeling boy was propped on one elbow, and wanking
his cock with his free hand.

   "I reckon the black boy could do that for him.  Wank him, I mean.  Reach
under him and wank him."

   "Be nicer for both of them I should think.'

   "Look, Pip, those pics have made me horny as hell.  I guess I'd like to
try that.  Would you like to try to fuck me."

   "You sure?"

   "I told you ..."

   "Well, if you want..."

   "Any oil anywhere?"

   "In my parents' room.  I'll get it."

   'I watched as he crossed the room, his little cock waving like a
miniature version of the flagpole he held in front of him in the school
'marching band'.  I was desperate for that cute little arse, but knew I
would have to let him fuck me first.  Then it would be 'only fair' for him
to let me fuck him.  Even then, darling I was manipulative, using
school-boys' sense of honourable fairplay to get my wicked ways!'

   'He returned with a white pot of some sort of cream.

   "Let me." I smeared some into my arse-crack, and then greased his cock.
I don't have to tell you how much I enjoyed my palm slipping up and down
the shaft.

   "How do you want me?  Face-to-face like they started, or kneeling, like
they finished."

   "Kneeling, I think.  It looks easier.  But you gotta open me up a bit
with your finger like they did."

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

   In fact I prefer kneeling, as you know, Deirdre.  With Mr Olsen, I
mostly got fucked kneeling, and liked the feeling of complete submission,
helplessness you get that way.  Face to face is more tender, like lovers,
but doggy-style is fiercer and sexier somehow.  And I got in that habit. 
Lasted all these years.'

   Me too, Kay darling.  When you've finished your story I'll fuck you good
and proper from behind.  And get on and finish with it.  I'm as randy as a
fourteen year old, and can't wait to have your satin-clad arse.  They're
sensible those open-crotch panties."

   'Ooooh!  I'll get on with it then.

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

   "We can start laying down.  You lay on your back, and I can get my
finger up you from underneath." And that was much nicer as I could caress
him while he gently inserted his finger and started to finger fuck me.  I
had to train him in exactly how to do it, but didn't want him to know yet
how experienced I had become.  And it suited me he was beginning to take
control of the situation, seducing me as it were.

   "Sometimes there's a place where it is really nice.  Sometimes you touch
a bit that feels good, I mean really good.  Feel around a bit and I'll tell
you.' His oily finger felt inside me, and there it was.

   "That's it.  Just there!  Press there!  Ooooh!  That's great.'

   "It's a sort of small bump.  Like that?."

   "Oh yes.  I could come I think, like that.  Jesus!  That's good.  Fuck!
You better stick it in me before I come with your finger.I think I'm ready
now.  Shall I kneel down?" As I knelt in front of him I felt his hands part
my buttocks, and in the moments he lingered like that I knew he was looking
at my anus.  I felt his face between my cheeks, and then his lips kissing
my secret mouth.  This was something Mr Olsen loved to do, and often he
would lick and kiss me there for ages, sticking his tongue up me.  So I was
only surprised that Pip had done it by instinct, without having been
taught, I giggled as his tongue, pointed, penetrated me.

   "That's lovely, Pip, but stick your cock up me, please.  I scared I'll
cum before you get it in, and that would spoil it." First that delightful
pressure of knob against anus as he sought to locate the angle for
entrance. I helped him, reaching behind me to hold his cock and place it
precisely where I wanted it.  Pressure again, and the knob slipped into me.
There was the usual momentary pang, and then the feeling of fullness as his
shaft slipped into me.  He was smaller, much smaller than Mr Olsen my only
other partner to that date, but his cock still found out the centre of my
male pleasure as he slid it out and in again.

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

   'Hark at her!  Centre of my male pleasure!  You mean here?'

   'You know I do, darling.  I love it when you finger fuck me.'

   'But even more when my nine inches are up you...  Get on with the story,
I can't wait much longer.'

   'You're the one who interrupted me, darling.  Where was I?'

   'Young Pip was banging his little cock against your prostate.'

   Ah yes.'

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

   I was kneeling so I could have wanked while he was shagging me, but I
did not need to.  Even then the feeling of a cock in me and thighs smacking
into my arse was enough to bring me off without touching my cock.  But Pip
was if anything too eager.

   "I'm not sure how long I can hold out.  You're lovely and tight and
warm, Kevin.  Jeez, this is good."

   "It's lovely, Pip.  Fuck me as hard as you want.  Faster.  Oooh, yes!"
His thighs crashed into my buttocks, and he was slapping me with the free
hand: the other was clutching at the flesh of my arsecheeks.  I had to lean
back into him or the weight of his body as he shagged me would have
collapsed me onto the mattress.

   "Jeez.  I'm coming.  Fuck!" Three more thrusts, and with each one he was
spurting deep inside me.  I collapsed into the mattress, and we lay there,
his cock twitching and throbbing still inside me, me deliberately
contracting and releasing my arse.  He had been too quick for me and my
cock was still hard, my balls still full of cum.  My turn now!

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

   'Keep it short, sweetie, or I'll come over your arse instead of up it.'

   'Don't want that, darling.  So I will.  Not much to tell really.'

   'Take your time, sweetie, and tell it properly.  It isn't every day you
get to seduce a pretty fourteen year old lad.'

   'More's the pity...  Where was I?'

   'Your turn now....'

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

   His cock slipped out of me with that delicious long slide, and I turned
on my side to hold him tight and kiss him in gratitude.

   "That was great, Pip, the best ever."

   "Really?  I was afraid I would hurt you."

   "Only for a second or two then it was great.  I want it again!  But
first..." I rolled him over onto his side and then onto his belly.  He had
the most perfect, flawless back, and I just wanted to kiss and caress him
there again.  I lay on him, my full weight over him and my cock resting
along the crease of his bottom.  I kissed the back of his neck and licked
the fine, golden hairs there, ruffling his blonde locks with my fingers. 
He was not quite as muscled as me but his shoulders were good, and I
caressed them while I licked and kissed his back between them.  Down now to
the small of his back, and he wriggled as I stroked and kissed him there,
just above the white tan line made by his swimming trunks.  I licked with
the tip of my tongue, tracing that tan-line along its length, that boundary
between the boy's public, sun-tanned beauty and the secret beauty of his
white and soft-skinned buttocks.  Down now to savour that white silkiness
with my lips, and he wriggled again as I planted a kiss on each cheek.  I
parted them with a palm on each and there was the so-desired bottom-hole,
pink and puckered like a young flower still in bud, a rose nestling there.
I felt lust, but a sudden tenderness, which surprised me.  I knelt forward
and planted a wet kiss there.  He giggled, and his hips lifted slightly
inviting my tongue.  With a pointed tongue I licked round in a circle, and
the penetrated him.  His hips rose further and I gained another quarter
inch, feeling his anus contract on the invading tongue.  In and out and
round and round I rimmed him, caressing buttocks and back at the same time.

   "Nice?"

   "Don't stop!" His buttocks felt warm and smooth as silk against my
cheek.

   "I want to see if I can find that place you found in me, where it is
good.'

   "OK." I scooped a dollop of the white cream onto the end of my finger
and transferred it to the crease of his arse.  It melted and his anus
glistened.  I pressed the tip of my index finger against it and the tip
slipped into him: I let it slide up to the first joint.

   "OK?"

   "Mmmmm.  It was further in than that.' I knew, of course, exactly where
it was.  Mr Olsen had taught me that and a lot more!  But I played the
game, sliding my finger in and out of him without touching his prostate.

   "OK?  Nice?"

   "OK.  But not great.  Not like you said." I allowed my finger to touch
his prostate, lingering there and pressing, stroking it.

   "Oh yes!  That's the place.  Jeez!  That's good."

   "I know where it is now.  Got it." I made sure that each time I slid my
finger in I prodded that magical little bump, and soon had two fingers in
him, approaching the width of my little cock.  I was confident now that I
would have him, my first little boy arse, my first seduction.  I reached
under him and found he was hard again.  Oh to be fourteen!

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

   'We got viagara now, sweetie.'

   'Better stop finger fucking me darling.  I've nearly finished the story
now.  Don't interrupt again!'

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   "You must be enjoying it.  You're hard again!"

   "You want me to fuck you again, Kevin?"

   "Mmmm.  But I'd like to see what it's like to fuck you first, Pip.  It's
only fair."

   "I suppose so.  But stop if I say.'

   "Kneel up for me..." I parted those tender white cheeks again, and there
was that pretty little anus, glistening now with the melted oil, still
tight closed despite my, finally, three fingers inside him.  I knew,
however, I had relaxed and stretched him and there would be no real
difficulty.  There was plenty of lubricant already, but I wiped my cock
once up and down his crease to get oil on my knob, and then placed it over
his anus.  Gripping my cock with an oily left hand I pushed the knob firmly
against him, without actually penetrating.  Everyone loves the feel of
that, even virgins.

   "That's nice, Kevin." I pushed harder, and my knob slid in.  He
flinched, and I had to grab him by the hips to keep him from escaping on
all fours.

   "Oh no!  That hurts, Kevin.  Stop, please.  I don't like it." But I
gripped him tight, could see my fingers biting into the white flesh, and
with a steady pressure, inch by inch possessed him.  As soon as my thighs
rested on his buttocks and I was fully in him, I pulled out but only as far
as my knob.  I knew from my first time with Mr Olsen that the feeling of
the cock being pulled out was nice, even in the first few seconds, like a
good shit(!), and also that I had to keep my cock moving if I was to
finally give him pleasure.  It might seem kind to pause, but the best was
just to fuck him, gently but firmly.

   I was somewhat chastened when I heard him starting to sob, but knew I
just had to carry on ....  I've started so I'll continue!  And my
justification soon appeared as the sobs stopped and were replaced by little
panting squeaks.  I went at him harder, and the squeaks became moans, not
of pain but of pleasure.  I was half aware that he had reached under
himself and was wanking his cock as I shagged him.  His arse was completely
relaxed, and I slid easily in and out, with it just tight enough to give me
my pleasure in turn.

   "That's good!  Harder, Kevin.  O fuck!  You were right.  It is good. 
Jesus, I'm going to come." I had been controlling myself on the verge of
coming for several minutes: now I reached beneath him and felt his cum
splash onto my wrist.  I could come!  And with three huge thrusts deep into
him I did just that, draining my balls into him.  We were both exhausted,
and I rolled sideways, still holding him, and we lay together my cock still
half-hard in him and his arse still gripping and releasing me.  We lay
silent, panting for minutes, while I kissed his and licked his neck.

   "You were right, Kevin.  I'm so glad you did not stop when I said."

   "Kiss me, Pip."

   "I don't think I can fuck again yet."

   "Nor me.  Let's get some food and then perhaps we'll be ready again. 
I've got some cigarettes and let's see if your Dad's got any beer in the
fridge ; I'll tell you about a guy I know.  You should meet him.  You'll
like Mr Olsen.

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

   'But that's another story, eh, Sweetie?  Now kneel for me so your
panties frame that cute arsehole....

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