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 Reuben's boy-friend.  (c) Hamilton Joyce

   Reuben locked the door of the barn and walked over to his vehicle.  His
rods and fishing gear were still in the open flat-top pickup from
yesterday.

   Young Cecil Fotheringay was cycling past along the dusty, rutted track.

   'Mornin young Cecil.  Much on today?'

   'Nothing, Mr Corner....just riding about.'

   'I'm off fishing.  Got a spare rod if you fancy coming along.'

   Reuben had been watching the thirteen year old for a year or so....they
started to get interesting at about 12!  He had done his homework.  The boy
was a loner.  You seldom saw him with another boy let along the gang that
seemed to go about together, especially in the school holidays.  You never
saw him with a girl.  He lived with his mother mostly: his father was an
oil engineer, recently spending many months at a time in Brazil so the boy
had no real father figure.  You would expect an expat oilman to be a real
tough redneck, but not Alois Fotheringay: a slight, short, rather timid
man. Reuben also knew he was gay or at least bi-sexual, having seen the guy
at a gay club on one of his occasional visits to town.  He had recognised
his neighbour but Fotheringay was too involved in pleasing the stud he was
talking to to notice Reuben.  Reuben kept his head down till the two left,
presumably for Fotheringay to get his mouth and arse filled and his wallet
emptied!

   Apart from those occasional forays to town, and even more rare and less
satisfactory meets from the internet, Reuben had no real sex since young
Alex McNamara's's parents had moved back to scotland almost a year before.
He liked young men but could seldom find one, and adored teenage boys but
had not had one for nearly a year.

   And this one was promising.  Probably gay .....  what sort of name was
Cecil Fotheringay to land a boy with?  A gay name, that's what.  "A boy
named Sue"....  but the boy was too slight and slender to contemplate using
fists if insulted....  He was the sort who would submit rather than fight.

   As the boy considered whether to go fishing, Reuben studied him.  Wavy
blonde hair, nicely long, his mother's long eyelashes and deep brown eyes,
smouldering!  Now that was dead sexy.....  natural ash-blonde hair and dark
eyes.  Luscious lips that promised a sensual nature and a boyish, clear
complexion to die for.  Lovely!

   'Where you fishing, Mr Corner?'

   'The Lake.  I've got a boat there.'

   The boy's eyes lit up.  A boat!  That beat riding aimlessly about!.

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

   Twenty minutes ride, mostly in silence, but Cecil was looking out of the
corner of his eye at the driver.  He really was muscular, filling his tight
t-shirt, and even his biceps stretched the cotton.  Ditto his thighs,
making the sawn-off-jeans shorts tight round them.  Cecil's laptop had
blocking software installed so he could not see the gay porn he would have
enjoyed, but there were still enough images of muscular men, father figures
probably, to give his fantasies freedom while he was jerking off each
night.

   Reuben Corner was a sort of forty-year old hippy: his shirt had the
Crumb "Keep On Truckin" logo, and his frayed washed-out denim shorts had
that ancient anti-Vietnam War logo stitched on.  His pony-tail, black and
silky but with some grey, was hippy too....  but he kept it lovely and
clean, shiny.  And somehow Cecil expected hippies to be lean and slender,
not real-muscular and tough like this.

   For some reason his mother did not like the man....  he seemed very nice
to Cecil.

   And could be interesting: after all he was a writer and quite famous,
though people in the village said his books were obscure and difficult. 
The Sunday Paper critics, however, thought they were great....plenty of
thick people in the village!

   Reuben kept glancing out of the corner of his eye at the boy beside him.
Every time they took a left bend the boy slid along the worn red
leatherette bench seat and his naked thigh rested against the man's. 
Smooth against hairy, beautiful against masculine.  The boy was a dream! 
Reuben could feel his cock awaken, not fully stiff yet, but only seconds
and one further stimulus away from that blessed state.

   He found himself thinking about the boy's mother.  Cecil took after her
in his blonde good looks, almost pretty.  Almost?  No, totally pretty. 
Prettier by far than Alex had been and it looked as if he would have a
lovely bubble bum when the moment came.  Reuben knew the boy's mother
didn't like him, and knew why.  Almost uniquely among the studs in the
village he had refused her open offer of sex!  "I'd love to, of course, but
I have never yet committed adultery and don't intend to start." Several
lies there, of course, but it was better than saying he just did not fancy
any woman, had a horror of female pussy.  Her rather timid and submissive
husband would have been another matter!  Much more his type!  And as for
her lovely son....well!

   The car park was alongside an artificial beach, imported white sand and
a floating platform a few metres out into the lake.There were plenty of
Cecil's school boys and girls splashing about this hot Sunday mid-day, but
he did not wave to them, and they took their usual no-notice of him.

   'We'll take the boat over there.  There's no path that side and it's
overgrown so no-one comes there to scare the fish: no interruptions.  It's
shady too.'

   'What sort of fish do you get here?'

   'Trout, we're after.'

   'But these aren't fly-rods!'

   'Sod fly rods, Cecil.  Leave them for the gentlemen who put the fish
back.  No, we'll fish with grubs and worms.  They love them.'

   'Ain't that against the rules, Mr Corner, Reuben I mean?' There was a
big notice in the main car-park saying it was sport-fishing only!

   'Sure!  I break a lot of rules, Cecil.  As you'll see.....  Anyway we'll
only want two fish, one for you, one for me.  Won't do any harm, and no-one
can see us here.  We're almost there....  Need to keep quiet the last
hundred yards.'

   Reuben rowed them across the bay and round the shore till the crowds
were out of sight and out of ear-shot.  As Cecil sat facing Reuben,
watching the water at the front of the boat, he could not help finding the
working of shoulder muscles and biceps oddly exciting as the oars dipped in
the water, slow and measured.  At moments like this, when his heart beat
and his cock awoke Cecil knew he must be gay: it would be wonderful if
Reuben was too....  but that would be beyond hope.  The man exuded a sort
of sexuality, but did not seem gay....

   Reuben too was watching the boy as the boat slid almost silently through
the still water.  As the boy sat on the wooden plank a few inches from him,
legs apart, Reuben could see his cock stiffen, making that tell-tale bulge
in his khaki cotton shorts.  Reuben wondered if it was an indication the
boy was sexually excited....  though just as likely it was a hard-on caused
by the movement of the boat.  He knew enough about teenage boys....  Alex
and Johnny before him....  to know that almost any vibration could cause an
erection at that age, and that their cocks could be hard within seconds of
an orgasm.  Happy thought!

   They rowed on in silence, no sound except the creaking of the rowlocks,
the dipping of the oars, and the lapping of the water as the bows cut
through.

   The trees came right down to the lake edge here, a tangled mass of alder
and willow, some of the trees gnarled and ancient, some young saplings. 
Finally the scrub gave way suddenly to a narrow strip of grass at the
lake-shore.  It had been nibbled short by rabbits, and Reuben used his
t-shirt as a broom to sweep away a few pellets of rabbit-droppings making
the sunny spot look very pleasant.

   Cecil thought Reuben's chest looked manly and exciting, strong muscles
and a mass of black hair with just a few grey strands.  Reuben was even
deeper mahogany-brown than the boy, who followed his lead and pulled his
own sweat shirt off.  Cecil's cock was awake the boy knew, but not
embarassingly stiff now!

   Reuben's cock went at least half-hard at the sight of theat slender
frame, hairless, tanned, little brown aureoles round the nipples, lovely
slender arms and almost feminine shoulders.  He could not wait to see that
cute bottom, and even cuter cocklet and balls....but would wait in the sure
knowledge that this was the afternoon for that first pleasure.

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

   Cecil caught a fish almost immediately, and was very proud.

   It was an hour before the second was landed, again by Cecil.

   As they fished they had chatted in low whispers.  Somehow it seemed
easier for Cecil to unburden himself to this almost stranger in that low,
almost secretive whisper.  They decided that girls were a menace... 
manipulative, selfish, and no fun really.  Neither of them were interested
in them.  Cecil found himself talking about how his mother drank too much
and was not really interested in him....  he did not mention the noises he
heard through the wall most nights!  He talked about how his father was
mostly away, and that he did not really know him.  He could not really talk
to him about anything when he was home on leave.

   With a sudden insight the boy realised he was talking to Reuben as if he
was his father.  How he wished the man would take him in his arms, hug him,
and.....

   More and more Reuben became convinced the boy was gay.  That hard cock
that kept coming and going was at least in part caused by desire for the
man sitting beside him.

   The second fish landed, Reuben laid his rod down, told the boy he was a
great agler, 'Better any rate than me, but we only need two, so I'll call
it a day.  I'm hot.  Let's have a dip before we go back.'

   'I haven't got my trunks...'

   'No-one can see us!'

   Cecil was embarassed by his naive comment, and the more so as Reuben
stood up, unbelted and dropped his shorts.  Standing naked he kicked off
his sandals.  His cock was half-hard, and Cecil's eyes fixed on it, arcing
down from a mass of jet black hair, in front of really massive balls...

   He was a bit embarassed as his own cock was erect again when he dropped
his own shorts and slipped his trainers off.

   Reuben's gaze was equally fixed on the boy's jewels....  a good size
cock for his age, must be near five inches and quite broad.  Straight,
forty-five degrees hard, very white with the pink knob peeping out from
foreskin: balls so very white little pebbles.  The boy had not been
sunbathing nude, and the whiteness of his hips and cute little bum was in
contrast to the bronze of his back and thighs.  To Reuben it seemed to be
saying "Take me, please." The balls were hairless still, and in the little
golden triangle the hair seemed very fine.  This was everything a man could
hope for in a boy-love.
He reached and grasped the boy's cock a moment as if shaking hands with

it.

   'Nice!' he said.  'But let's have that dip.'

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

   The shore here shelved very gradually and the impetus of Reuben's dash
had only taken him waist deep when he dived and emerged a yard or two
further before striking out with a powerful crawl.  Cecil, a good swimmer
despite his dislike of most sports was not far behind him.  He joined
Reuben treading water and commented the water was not warm, not too cold,
just right on a hot day.

   Reuben headed back towards the shore and Cecil followed.  In their depth
again Reuben stood up, the water just above his waist.

   'Fancy a dive?'

   'How?'

   'Off my shoulders...'

   Cecil reached down.  His cock had been shrunk by the cold water: no
embarassing hard-on now.

   'OK.'

   Strong arms lifted him up and he was sitting with his legs around
Reuben's neck, the man's large hands grasping the boy's thighs, holding him
tight.  Boy and man both enjoyed this, Cecil loving the feel of those
strong shoulders under his bottom, Reuben the feel of the boy's naked cock
and balls against his neck and pony-tail.  So they stood there a few
moments before the hands were released and the boy tipped head first into
the water.  He came up, blonde hair slicked down, laughing, and wanted
more!

   These innocent fun and games continued for about ten minutes,
interspersed with less innocent gropings and fondling discretely hidden
below the water level and then Reuben waded out.  He lay on his belly in
the full sun, Cecil laying beside him.

   They dozed, silent for some time, Reuben watching the boy' admiring that
white bubble-bum: not masculine angularity yet, and certainly not feminine
fullness, just the slightly jutting roundness that the most beautiul
teenage boys possessed.  He felt his cock stiffening.  Soon, he thought. 
Not today, certainly, but soon he would be parting those cheeks and
teaching the boy the art of male love.  He reached sideways and stroked
Cecil's bottom, warm from the strength of the afternoon sun, and the boy
stirred from a near-slumber.

   'Better turn over, Cecil: you're cooked that side and you don't want a
painful burn.'

   Cecil hesitated as he was aware his cock had stiffened the moment he
felt his bottom caressed, but he immediately saw that Reuben, laying on his
side, had a huge erection too, magnificent and dripping pre-cum onto the
grass.  He turned over on his back.

   That pretty cocklet again, this time the pink knob peeping even further
out from the white fore-skin.  The boy's balls were tight inside his
almost-white scrotum, and that little golden triangle had fluffed up now it
was dry.  He grasped the boy's cock his fist closing easily around the
teenage girth, and when there was no comment, certainly no protest, he
started to wank it gently, fist moving loosely up and down the shaft and in
so doing freeing the knob completely, rolling the foreskin down.

   cecil was in a daze!  How he had longed for a big, strong, masculine
male to fondle him, to wank him, to....

   The thought had scarcely formed in his young but not-so-innocent mind
when it was fulfilled as Reuben leaned over, closed his lips over the
skinned knob, and lowered his head so the whole shaft went into the warmth
and wetness of his mouth.  Cecil could feel the stubble on cheek and chin
almost scratch the tender skin of his belly and thighs, and let out a
groan, but of sheer pleasure, not of pain!  He found he was holding the
man's head in both hands, fingers twined into the pony tail as that mouth
bobbed up and down, cock sliding between lips as the man's tongue worked
its magic on the sensitive front of the shaft.  Reuben was cupping the
boy's balls in one hand but had forced the other under the boy and was
resting it in the crease of that much-desired bottom.

   He was coming!  He had to warn Reuben who surely would not want a
mouthful of goo!  He tried to pull away....

   'I'm gonna cum.....'

   But those hands now pulled his body even closer, held his hips even more
securely, and the spittle-lubricated lips moved even faster.

   The boy came and filled his new lover's mouth with delightful boy-juice.

   And now his first real kiss, his first spunky kiss too as Reuben showed
the boy how much he had enjoyed it.

   'Im sorry I came in your mouth....  I couldn't stop.'

   'It was lovely, Cecil.  I loved it.  You can cum in my mouth as often
and as much as you want!'

   'You really like it?'

   'Oh yes!  Silky, exciting cum.  I love it.'

   The boy was silent for a moment.  His nightly fantasies had not included
actually swallowing the spunk....  though he had read guys did that.  He
imagined that was just stories....they did not really want it, surely?  And
often the cock was described pulled out so the cum splashed all over the
sucking face.  But Reuben liked it, really liked it.  Perhaps it was good.
certainly the idea was exciting.....but the fact?

   Reuben guessed what the boy was thinking, and took the boy's hand,
placing it on his own much larger, greatly-in-need-of-relief cock.

   'You should try it, Cecil.'

   He rolled over on his back, the boy still grasping his cock.

   Cecil looked at it, so thick and veiny, the foreskin rolled right back
and the knob red and angry looking.  A drop of clear liquid appeared in its
eye.  The boy leaned forward over Reuben's flat, suntanned, hairy belly and
touched the drop with the tip of his tongue.  It stranded and then the
thread broke.  The liquid was tasteless.  He kissed the knob and Reuben
groaned, not touching the boy, allowing him to move on at his own pace.

   The knob was almost too big, but Cecil managed to close his lips round
it and felt it twitching in his mouth.  It was easy just to lower his head
towards the belly allowing the whole shaft to slide between his lips
until....

   He gagged as the knob touched his throat!

   This time he closed one hand around the base of the shaft, reducing its
length, and tried again.  OK.  Like this he could bob up and down just as
Reuben had on his.

   Reuben groaned, and now the man was holding the boy's head between his
palms, fingers sliding in the boy's fine blonde hair.

   Cecil remembered how good it had been when Reuben had pulled at the skin
of his scrotum, and with his free hand did just that for the man.

   'Fuck!  I'm going to cum too.  That's so good.  You're a good little
cock-sucker.....'

   Cecil thought he could pull the cock out and let it splash over his face
like in the stories, but found that in fact he wanted to taste, to give the
man the pleasure he had felt himself when shooting into a warm, wet,
willing, mouth.  But he was surprised by the amount of cum, the first gush
filling his mouth, and it was indeed warm and silky and surprisingly almost
tastelesss, just a bit salt.  He was still desperately swallowing when the
second came, so much that some escaped and dribbled down his chin.  A
third, and then the cock was still, twitching though and the boy guessed
still oozing.

   The cock slipped from his lips.

   Reuben looked down at the boy with some anxiety.  Had he scared him with
the force of his adult orgasm, with the amount of his cum, with the
forbidden nature of the act.  But Cecil looked up, met his eyes and smiled,
licking his lips, wiping his chin with the side of his hand and then
licking that.  His eyes were almost firting as he snuggled closer to his
new lover...

   'You were right.  It is silky, and it is exciting too...

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

   Reuben had shown the boy how to gut the fishes in the water of the lake,
and suggested they return to his small-holding to cook them up.  it would
have been nice to bake them on an open fire on the river bank, but the any
sign of smoke would bring down the ire of the Lake Rangers!

   They left the rods in the back of the pick-up and walked past the great
barn, between poly-tunnels, round a small field with various different
crops in rows, and into a small garden surrounded with yew hedges: the
green painted door set in the hedge was padlocked by a lock with a number
code on it.  Reuben locked the door behind them.

   Inside the garden might have been set up to seduce (as indeed it had
been twenty or so years and four boys earlier!)

   Short grass, two huge rose bushes one red, one white, a sort of open
wooden bower with a well-worn couch in it and a fridge.  Most of the garden
was baking in the sunlight, but one corner ws shaded by a tall pear-tree,
covered with fruit that looked ripe, and in that shade two full size marble
statues.

   'Who's that?'

   The boy was standing entranced before the statue of the discus thrower.

   'That's a copy Discobolus, a very famous statue by an ancient Greek
called Myron.  You like it?'

   'He looks like you, Reuben, and it's very sexy.'

   'I find the other one even more sexy and it looks a bit like you.  It's
called David and it's by Michaelangelo.'

   'One statue for me and one for you then.  But I think I prefer the real
thing.  Are we going to do it again?'

   'Sure, but let's cook these fish first.  Give me a hand moving the table
and a couple of chairs into the shade and I'll get the barbecue going.....'

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

   There's something special about catching and cooking your own food
especially over hot coals, and Reuben made sure the boy was fully involved,
lighting the fire, turning the fish, fanning the coals, damping them down
when necessary.  The salad of tomatos and onions was, of course home-grown,
and only the bread,butter, beer and coke had been purchased.

   'Now!  You said you wanted a bit more....'

   Reuben was already undoing his belt, unzipping and letting his shorts
fall to his bare feet.

   'Ever since seeing that statue and even more now when I can see you
too.'

   Reuben was naked now, cock standing to attention.  The boy had removed
his shirt and shorts and was lowering those white y-fronts.  He too was
stiff.

   'On the grass?  It's not too hard?'

   No answer was needed as they both lay down and hugged each other, open
mouths to open mouths, tongues to tongues.  Cecil felt down between their
warm bodies and found Reuben's cock, hot and promising pleasure.  He
grasped it.

   'Can I suck you first this time, Reuben?'

   The boy started by licking his balls, holding his cock but teasing him
by making him wait.....

   The butter was laying in its pot handily close to the couple and it was
just what Reuben needed to continue the boy's education.  He scooped some
on his fingers and Cecil hardly noticed as his anus was gently caressed by
oily fingers: his attention was focussed on adult cock and balls.

   He certainly noticed, however, when Reuben slipped two fingers into him.


   'Ooooh!'

   Cecil was not innocent: he had read about men enjoying anal sex.  He
could see it might be good to fuck a tight bottom-hole, but always wondered
what was in it for the passive partner.  He was soon to find out.

   Reuben found the boy's prostate....not a large bulge as yet, but there
all right.  Fingers pressed and pummelled it.

   'Ooooooh!  That feels.....' It was difficult for the boy to describe how
it felt, but whatever it was it communicated directly arse-to-balls,
balls-to-cock.  'Feels sort of funny....'

   'Nice?'

   'Oh yes.don't stop....'

   It was so good in fact the boy forgot the hard ground they were laying
on, forgot he was supposed to be sucking cock, forgot everything except
those fingers pummelling his prostate.  Amazingly he realised he was about
to cum, cock un-touched.

   'Jeez!  I'm cumming!'

   A real streamer of white spunk this time, some splashing on the boy's
chest, some making it across the gap and splattering on Reuben, some lost
in the grass.  The boy had never cum with such power....  He lay there
dazed.

   Reuben still massaged the boy's p-spot, and despite the orgasm Cecil was
still hard.

   'I've woken up your bottom, Cecil.  You liked it?'

   'It was the best ever.'

   'That's why men like being fucked in the arse and women don't.....  they
don't have a place called the prostate gland that we all have....

   'I wondered, often....'

   'Well now you know.'

   'I forgot I was supposed to be sucking you, Reuben!'

   The boy swallowed it all again and watched his lover wipe his fingers on
the grass.

   'You got all shitty!'

   'Mm.  I must show you how to wash up there so it's nice and clean....'

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

   It had been difficult to concentrate on lessons with the promise of a
second meeting with his new lover after school, but eventually the time
came and the boy propped his bicycle against the locked barn door.

   Through the orchard with its busy chickens, past a small field of
growing vegetables, and into the poly-tunnel.

   It was hot and steamy inside, and Cecil could see Reuben holding a hose
and splashing water onto the tomatos, cucumbers, peppers, salads and, yes,
cannabis.

   Reuben had his back to the boy but must have sensed his presence because
he turned round.

   Both feasted their eyes on the objects of their desire.

   Cecil saw a big strong man, near naked in his tiny, black underpants. 
Muscled, tanned, hairy, groin bulging as he dropped the hose onto the
ground.

   Reuben saw a pretty blonde lad, school uniformed in his black blazer,
grey short trousers, white shirt and striped school tie.  He had that
slightly dishevelled look boys always have on the way back from school in
the afternoon, and was wholly sexy.  He turned the water off at the tap.

   'I'm so glad you came again, Cecil.  I'm all sweaty and muddy and need a
shower.  Shall we shower together?  Would you like that?'

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

   The barn was impressive with its great oak-beamed roof and raw brick and
timber-framed walls.  The floor was grey slate flag-stones and furniture
was dotted about.  There was method in this.  One place had a desk with a
computer, another an oven with orange gas-cylinders, yet another
comfortable chairs and a tv screen.  There were free-standing bookcases all
over.  It seemed cooler inside than outside, and the only light was from
transparent tiles set in the roof and a range of windows high up in the
walls.

   Reuben threw a switch and some spotlights came on.

   Cecil looked around in some awe.  The barn was large, huge even, with
great time-blackened oak beams in the wall and high in the roof a
complicated but beautiful, almost sculptural arrangement of interlocking
timbers.  The various functions you expected to find in a house each had
their own portion of the barn....  a place with sink and ovens, long oak
table with eight chairs in front of it, desk with computer and filing
cabinets, a laptop on the side table, a heap of papers and books jumbled
across the leather-covered top, a cozy-looking corner with a settee and
some deep green-leather armchairs, a large free-standing tv screen.  And
everywhere bookcases, books, books, books.  But where was the bed.  Where
the bathroom?

   'My home!  The shower is over there.'

   His nod indicated the railway carriage, parked bizarrely at the far end
of the space: it was in the green livery of a long-defunct railway company:
it still had its wheels!

   'That's my bedroom, shower and toilet.'

   It was pleasantly cool after the heat in the polytunnel and the autumn
sun outside.  'Don't it get cold in here in winter?'

   'Under-floor heating.' He tpped the multi-hued Cornish slate flooring
with his sandal.  'As hot as I want .  Expensive, but I don't have much to
spend my money on.  Except books!' He laughed.  'Now for that shower....'

   If the barn was spacious, the railway carriage was cramped.  The
corridor was still there, but partitions had been removed to give a
bedroom....just large enough for a big double bed and not much else, a room
with carpet and a couple of chairs, a big cupboard and a chest of drawers.
They walked through the corridor past a discretely painted-out door.

   'Toilet!  My shower and bath next.  But we should undress back
there....'

   Reuben was naked in seconds: he had only sandals and those underpants!
Cecil had scarcely had time to take off his shoes and socks and hang his
blazer on the back of a chair before he stopped in his tracks, ogling again
that wonderful hard cock.

   'I'd forgotten how big it is....'

   'It won't go away.  come on, Cecil I want to see you naked again.'

   Slowly, enjoying the man's attention and admiration, the boy stripped.
He placed his shirt over the seat of the chair, very aware that his
newly-awakened nipples had hardened, and that his cock was near-hard too.
Now his shorts.  And then he deliberately turned his back on Reuben as he
lowered his panties, showing his bottom to tempt the man.  The boy had
often read about anal sex and boys in the playground laughed about it. 
They even teased Cecil as a "shirt-lifter" but that was not a true insult
to a boy who had often imagined himself in the arms of a strong lover....
His heart was beating part in fear, part in the hope that at last that
mystery would become clear to him.  He now knew there was a "Pleasure-spot"
up his bottom, that Reuben had found it with his fingers, though last night
his own experiments had not really worked.  And now there was every chance
it would be triggered properly, as nature intended, with a nice, big, hard
prick.

   Reuben loved that white, slightly rounded boy-bottom, of course, but
wanted to see his cock again.  He grasped the boy by his shoulders and
turned him to face: he kissed him, and Cecil could smell the male-sweat,
feel the dampness of hard work, enjoy the muscular near-pain of his
crushing embrace.

   At arm's length now Reuben looked at the boy, soaking up the vision of
slender, tanned beauty, that faint fringe, a triangle of golden hair,
deeper gold that his ash-blonde head, that pretty cock, five proud inches
and knob nearly peeping out from foreskin, white ball sack with its two
small jewels within......

   'I said I would show you how to clean inside your bottom ready for play.
We need the bathroom for that.'

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

   Now, Cecil, watch what I do and do the same with yours...'

   The boy watched as Reuben filled a blue plastic bottle with water and
screwed a two-inch white nozzle into it.  He did the same with his pink
bottle and then soaped the end of the nozzle as his mentor had.

   'I always put a bit of soap round my hole so it slips in easily.... 
Yes, that's right.  Now sqeeze the bottle so the water goes into you.'

   'Feels ok....'

   'Keep the bottle squeezed and pull it out.  That's right.  Now we have
to hold the water in there a couple of minutes, and then shit it out.  The
loo is next door.  I'll go first.

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

   'Let the water run a couple of minutes: don't want it too hot on a day
like this.  Better wear caps or we'll have to dry our hair.'

   'No harm in washing our hair, Reuben.'

   'It's just even with the drier it takes an age as mine needs to be
combed and brushed before tying in its pony-tail....'

   'I'd like to do that for you....'

   'OK, angel!  The water's just right now.'

   They soaped each other, of course, Cecil willingly answering the
instruction "soap my back" and lingering over the shoulder muscles and even
longer over the muscular bottom.  He soaped right into the crack, and
greatly daring allowed his index finger to slide into the man's anus.

   'Hey!  You cheeky monkey!  Does it feel good up there?'

   'Warm and tight.' The finger slid out.  'And clean!  I often wondered
why their cocks weren't shitty when they'd finished and pulled out: now I
know.'

   'Whose cocks?'

   'Oh guys in stories.  You going to soap my back, please.'

   'I think you just want my finger up you again, angel.'

   'That too.'

   Reuben took his time soaping the boy, paying special attention to his
balls and cock, now as hard as his own had become, and then turning the boy
round, his arse, and yes those two fingers up and seeking out the
"boy-place".

   'You do that and I'll cum like yesterday....'

   'What you really want is my cock up there, young man.'

   'I've been thinking about that.  I know guys enjoy it, and really I want
it.  But I'm half afraid.'

   'You won't be the first boy I've fucked, Cecil, and I know how to make
it feel good.  You'll see.  Now lets dry off.'

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

   It had been fun drying and brushing Reuben's silky pony-tail, but both
of them were eager to get to bed as their hard cocks demonstrated, and
there was lots of fondling, caressing and kissing.  finally it was OK to
tie the pony-tail and it was back up the corridor to the bedroom.

   Reuben threw the duvet over the foot of the bed leaving just the expanse
of white sheet for the boy to lay on, Reuben by his side.

   'No need to be nervous'....he sensed some tension in the boy.  'Just lay
on your belly.'

   Cecil felt strong hands caressing, stroking the cheeks of his bottom and
then Reubens lips on the small of his back.  Tongue and lips moved south
till, hands spreading those cheeks, he felt a tongue licking his anus,
kissing wetly.  It was pleasant, tickling but nice, and he wriggled his
hips in appreciation.

   Reuben's first boy-bottom in what seemed a long age, and he almost
reverently spread the boy's arse to reveal the secret place.  The boy's
bottom was smooth, as was his flwaless back, but milk-white in contrast to
that tanned torso.  And in the centre the tight-closed, certainly virginal
little anus, rosy-pink and creased like a petalled flower.  It was
beautiful and just demanded to be kissed.  He licked, kissed, penetrated
with his tongue and heard a welcome murmur of pleasure as the boy wriggled
his hips.  Deeper with the tongue now, rimming round and round and sliding
in and out.

   He felt the anus relax and reached for the tub of Analsilk on the
side-table, tongue still slipping in and out the boy's arse.

   Little Cecil had learned yesterday the pleasure of massage deep inside,
and now he knew the delight of titillation of his anal ring: in his mind he
put the two together and understood why men liked to be fucked.  He was
really looking forward to it: yes there was still a little apprehension....
the cock was so big and his little hole so tight....but he now knew he
wanted to be fucked.

   And his new lover had his fingers up him again!

   'You do that and I'll cum!'

   He guessed Reuben would rather he came while being fucked.....

   Reuben said nothing, but took his fingers out: the boy was sufficiently
relaxed, anus almost open.  He wiped his hand down his cock, lifted one
buttock-cheek just a bit as the boy lay on his side now.  His knob found
the right place, sliding down the crease and catching exactly at the
puckered anus.  A slight push and the knob was through the portal and
inside the boy.

   'OK?'

   'Yes!  Feels a bit tight, but it's ok.  You can push it all in, Reuben.'

   How different from the tears and struggles of his first boy-love so many
years ago.  Skilled now he knew how to make it at least tolerable for a
boy. He slid his whole shaft in till his pubic hairs touched the boy's
bottom, the two bodies welded together.  He put an arm round the boy and
found a hard little cocklet.  He held this and the ball-sack in his cupped
hand as he withdrew as far as his knob and started fucking.

   'Still ok?'

   'Yes.  But you're not rubbing on the spot like your fingers did.'

   Reuben shifted very slightly down the bed and continued, his cock at a
different angle.

   'Ah!  Jeez!  That's right.  Oh my god!  That's good.'

   A couple of minutes fucking like this and Reuben's hand was filled with
boy-juice as Cecil came.

   He slowed his strokes down, long, powerful ones now rather than the
short, sharp jabe earlier, but continued fucking.  The boy's cock was still
erect!

   A few minutes of this and the boy's hips started moving again,
wriggling, pushing back into him.  The boy's hand covered his cupping cock
and balls and Reuben knew the boy wanted to wank as he was being fucked. 
So he instead caressed the boy's nipples and felt the lad's hand flying up
and down his cocklet.

   'I'm gonna cum.  Again!  Jeez again!'

   This time Reuben would allow himself the luxury of coming, deep inside a
boy's pretty bottom for the first time in an age.  He reverted to the
short, piercing thrusts that he knew would give the boy maximimum pleasure,
and felt the boy's anus contract giving him maximum pleasure too.  He came,
his orgasm coinciding with the boy's and they lay there together, silent,
both amazed at the strength of their orgasms, cock twitching, anus
clenching and relaxing.

   Finally the boy's bottom expelled the now half-hard cock with a sort of
fart.  Both laughed.

   'You said it would be good....  it was fantastic.'

   'I don't know about you, Cecil, but it always makes me thirsty...'

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

   They sat naked side-by-side on the sofa, Reuben grasping a whiskey and
water, Cecil a coke.  On the big screen in front of them a guy was having
his wicked way with a lad about Cecil's age, though to be honest nowhere
near as pretty.  The guy was a fine, muscular specimen though.

   Reuben was rolling a cigarette.

   'I've never seen you smoking, Reuben.'

   'I don't....  only pot.  All home-grown too.'

   'I thought I saw it in the poly-tunnel.'

   'Grows well there.'

   He lit it and inhaled deeply.

   'I've never tried it....'

   'Want to try?'

   'Why not....  that would be two new things same afternoon.'

   The boy did not cough or splutter as the comparatively weak home-grown
relaxed him still further.  He felt very happy now!  He giggled.

   'It's nice.  I tried vodka once and it wsasn't nice.  Not like this.'

   He stretched his tanned legs out and Reuben saw the boy had a hard cock
again.  His own stiffened at the sight of the boy's little blond triangle,
white belly and tanned chest.

   Cecil reached sideways, held Reuben's cock a second, giggled again and
then bent over to suck it.

   Reuben took another deep drag on the spliff and then stubbed it out: his
turn now to stretch his legs out, luxuriating as the boy's sultry eyes met
his and eyelids fluttered seductively.

   'We should try it like those guys.....'.

   Cecil gestured towards the screen where the boy was now astride the guy,
shagging him vigourously, bottom bouncing up and down, cock waving betweeen
them as the man's large prick reamed in and out.

   Reuben lay on his back on the couch, Spat on his fingers, moistened his
cock and held it vertical.

   'Get aboard then!'

   The boy had all the athletic litheness of a thirteen year old, and he
poised himself over Reuben's body, holding the man's cock.  He spat on his
hand as he had just seen Reuben, moistened the weapon, placed it, and sank
slowly down onto it until he was sitting on the man, cock completely
inserted.

   'Feels nice,' he said as he lifted himself and sank down again.  In
seconds he was bouncing up and down, laughing, and Reuben heard him shout
'Ride 'em cowboy', laugh again.  'Jeez this is fun.'

   Both fucker and fuckee had emptied their balls not so long before so the
session took some time.  Reuben amused himself tweaking the boy's erect
little nipples, while Cecil was wanking his cock in time with his bounces.

   'Hard work, though.....'

   The boy was slowing down a bit, so Reuben helped out, a hand under each
buttock helping the boy with his up-stroke.

   Faster and faster they fucked, the boy's hand flying up and down his
cock, Reuben enjoying the feel of smooth skin and firm flesh as his hand
was trapped between the boy's bottom and his own belly, released, trapped
again and again.  Then the boy came, amazingly after already two orgasms,
the streamer of cum splattering up Reuben's chest.  At last Reuben could
permit himself to cum as well, and cum he certainly did, an
earth-shattering, balls-draining, huge cum.

   They collapsed together, boy laying on his lover, both silent and
motionless except for the secret twitchings of cock and rectum.

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

   'What time are you due back home?'

   'We have dinner at seven...'

   'Then you'd better get dressed and be on your way.  This is our secret,
OK?  I mean don't tell anyone, anyone at all...'

   'I'm not daft, Reuben.  Can I come round tomorrow.'

   'I'd love that, Cecil.  But I'm booked to see my publisher and then
there's a book-signing tour till Friday afternoon.  Let's go fishing again
Saturday, though....  we can have some fun on the lakeside and then back
here after.'

   Seems a long wait.  I'll be full of cum by then.  I can't wait......

   Fin for now