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 Toy Boy : by (C) Hamilton Joyce Mm

   It was in the summer of 1995 that I really got lucky!

   I have saved his profile page to disk the way it was when I found it,
and often look at it even now.  The photo shows him standing on our beach
near where there are often two small fishing boats hauled up.  He is
squinting a bit into the sun, but his mouth has that wide happy grin I came
to love so much.  And his body was beautiful, so nearly naked in skimpy,
tight swimming trunks.  I can zoom in on his bulge and there is the shape
of his pretty little cock.  My own cock has stiffened as I start writing
this just thinking about him.  He was sun-tanned at the end of a long, hot
summer, and the white of his trunks was dazzling against the bronze of his
skin.  When I first saw his photo I wondered if his arse would be that same
contrasting white, or whether he had an all-over tan.

   I met him through my son, indirectly.  Jonah was at university by then,
and he had suggested I sell some of the childish stuff in his room and send
the cash on to him.  The best items were two Star Wars model figures, which
looked like rubbish to me, but were apparently valuable collectibles.

   The auction ended on a Thursday evening, and the figurines were won by a
guy called Jason Phipps.  He paid immediately electronically.  When I
checked the address I saw he lived in the same small seaside town as
myself. I decided to contact him using the auction facility.

   "Hi, shall I hand the figures over to you in person?  I live near you.
They're a bit fragile and it would be safer than mailing, and I would
return your postage to you.  Harry."

   He was still on line and the reply was almost instant.  "Hi, Harry. 
Sounds good.  Was worried about damage in post.  Jason."

   His email address showed he was Yahoo, and on an impulse I decided to
check to see if he used Messenger.  He did, and there was the profile page
that still obsesses me.  My eyes were riveted to the picture as I have
said, but I read the brief profile notes.  He seemed a solitary sort of
boy: his interests were not those of a team player.  He was into sailing,
bird-watching and collecting Star Wars memorabilia.  He was on-line as it
happened.

   Using one of my `decent' ids (I have several I use for very private
matters!) I contacted him.

   "Hi, Jason.  I'm the guy with the Star Wars figures for you."

   "Great".

   "I recognise that bit of beach where your profile pic was taken.  My pic
is quite close."

   "Checking it out now."

   That p;articular profile had a pic of me dressed almost exactly as Jason
had been.  But my trunks were scarlet.

   "You know the coffee shop near the bandstand?"

   "Yes."

   "We could meet there.  Outside if it's fine, inside if it's rainy.  You
got a webcam?"

   "Yes."

   "I'll switch mine on.  Make sure we recognise each other.  Photos not so
clear really."

   "K.  Me too."

   I quickly stripped my shirt off and smoothed my hair down.  My image
came up on screen, and then his.  He hadn't that wide grin this evening,
and looked a bit shy to me.  But just as handsome, though a white shirt
covered the more exciting features.

   "You're very good looking, Jason.  I bet you've got lots of
girlfriends."

   "Girls don't do anything for me.  Can't stand them."

   "You're like me then.  I've no time for them either." First lie of the
evening!  In fact I'm bisexual, but to be honest since Julie left me three
years ago I've been mostly gay.  And when surfing the net it's pics of
young male bodies I seek out, not female.  I love cocks so much more than
cunts nowadays.  But I still like some female pussy from time to time. 
"Any case I'm a bit shy."

   "Oh, are you?  Jeez.  Then you're like me.  I'm so shy I blush.  I hate
it.'

   `I used to blush, but that's gone now.  But I'm still shy." Second lie
of the chat session!  I'm bold, really, almost a sexual predator.  "It's
difficult making friends even boys or men.  And I never know what to say.
I'm alone a lot."

   "Me too.  I see a guy I'm sure I'd like and we'd be good friends, and
I'm just too shy to talk.  And if I do I blush and I'm ashamed of that."

   " I know how you feel.  But you're a very handsome boy all the same."

   "Thanks.  You said that b4.  You've got a good body too.  Handsome.  You
look strong." Now he smiled that devastating smile at me.

   "Thanks, Jason.  I try to look after it.  Looks as if you keep active,
sun-tan and all." I looked again at his profile.  I let my urgent cock free
from my pants, making sure the cam was still focused above the waist.  I
read the profile again quickly.  Here, lurking at the bottom, his favourite
sites' urls.  Well, I'll be damned!

   "Hey Jason.  That last site you have on your profile.  Is it good?"

   "Oh shit.  I meant to take that off.  Shouldn't be there.  I pasted and
copied the wrong one last night.  Should be a Star Wars fan site.  Shit! 
I'm careless sometimes.  What if someone saw it?..." The smile had left his
face and he looked concerned.

   "Someone did, but I don't mind.  I like to surf for porn sometimes too.
Most guys do.  Looks like one of those you have to be 18 to join ..."

   "That's why it shouldn't be there.  I lied to them and used Dad's credit
card number for id.  I'm taking it off my profile now.  It won't be there
when you look next."

   "I've copied the url.  I'm going to look at it later.  Sounds my sort of
site."

   "It's for gays...."

   "That's what I mean, my sort of site."

   "Jeez!  You don't look like that."

   "I think I look like that."

   "I sometimes wonder.  I mean whether...."

   "That's normal I used to worry about it.  I don't now."

   "Jeez!  I can't believe I'm chatting like this.  How old are you,
Harry?"

   "I'm 28.  How old are you, Jason?"

   "I'm 14." Precum was oozing from my cock now.  Fourteen, and probably
gay!  And certainly a virgin!  "I've gotta go now.  Mother's in and out the
room.  Catch you here same time tomorrow night and we'll fix up the
handover."

   "OK.  Bye for now, Jason."

   "Bye, Harry."

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

   I'm a commercial artist, and I work mostly in my studio at home.  It's a
good living once you're established.  I had plenty to do the next day, but
I kept returning to Jason's profile.  At seven in the evening I signed into
Yahoo.  He was already on line.

   "Hi Harry."

   "Hi Jason.  I just wrapped up your models."

   "Cool."

   "I checked out that site."

   "Oh my God!  It's gross isn't it?"

   "I liked it."

   "Me, too.  But it's still gross."

   In my mind's eye I imagined that pretty fourteen year old boy looking at
images of guys sucking and fucking, of lovely hard cocks, of beautiful
naked bodies in cheesecake poses.  I wondered if he found muscle more
exciting than boys his own age.  I was hard, but then I had been most of
the day.  "I didn't join."

   "Nor did I.  There's enough free stuff, and anyway you need a credit
card.  I used Dad's as id, but couldn't put a debit onto it."

   "Otherwise you would have?  Well, perhaps we could use one of mine."

   "Oh my God!  Could we.  I mean I'll have to think about that.  Perhaps
for one month.  Jeez!  I'll need to think about it."

   " OK.  Which set did you like most?  Of the free ones." I switched on my
webcam, and his came up a second or two later.  Like me he was naked to the
waist this time.  As he leaned forward to type, his nipples came into
clearer focus.  I longed to kiss him there.

   "I can't believe I'm doing this.  I mean chatting to you like this,
Harry.  I almost feel I know you."

   "The webcam helps, doesn't it?"

   "Yes.  You're very handsome, Harry.  You must work out a lot.  And you
got a smooth chest, no hair.  Looks good, like some of the pics on that
site."

   "Got a mini gym here, my place.  And I have my chest waxed regularly.'

   "Where's that?  I mean your place, not where you get a wax job.  Lol."

   "Sutton Park."

   "Hey!  Big houses there.  Posh!"

   "You got it."

   "I liked the set of the older guy with the twink.  I downloaded it.Wish
I could have seen the rest of it, but that was members only.  Looked as if
it was hot."

   "Me too.  I mean I liked it, not downloaded.  If it's the same one."

   "It was this one, Harry." The file he sent was a jpg of a guy kissing a
boy.  They were both naked.  The guy was quite muscular but hairless,
smooth and tanned.

   "Lovely!  The boy looks like you."

   `Oh my god!  And the guy looks like you, though you can't see his face."

   "Looks like us.  Lol"

   "Jeez!  Am I really doing this?  I sometimes wonder ..."

   "It's real.  And you almost certainly are, gay like me, Jason."

   "Gotta go.  Mother!  Meet me outside the coffee place at eleven?"

   "OK.  Inside if it's raining."

   "Cool."

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

   I was another glorious sunny day.  I showered and shaved carefully (I
shave my cock, balls and arse, and have done since Julie left me and I
became free to indulge that pleasure.  Even when she was still with me I
had my torso waxed.  I'm blonde and never did have much body hair.  As I
used to say, if macho footballers can do that then I can.) I put on a
t-shirt with the logo of some sportswear company or other on the front,
denim shorts, and sandals with no socks.  I did not wear underpants.  If
the day went as I hardly dared to hope, underwear would be an inconvenience
in the way of pleasure.

   I was ten minutes early, but so was he.

   I saw him from a hundred yards away, and could see how his pace
quickened when he saw me waiting.  He held out his hand, and blushed a
bright scarlet as we shook hands.

   `I'm Harry.'

   `I'm Jason.  And see how I blush.  I hate it but can't stop.'

   "I think it looks very nice, Jason.  And I was right, you are as
handsome in the flesh as on cam.  I've got the figures in here.  Let's go
inside, I'll get us a drink and you can check them over."

   We both had cokes, and sat with our backs to the room, looking out over
the promenade.  He opened the bubble wrap and inspected each one minutely.
"You're right.  They're perfect.  Don't often see the early ones in this
condition.  Dad got them for me for my birthday."

   "So you're only just fourteen then, Jason.  You look quite grown up for
fourteen."

   "Yesterday."

   Hidden by the table I placed my hand on his thigh while we chatted.  He
flinched, but did not move away.  In fact he came closer on the
plastic-covered bench till our thighs were touching.

   `You like sailing?"

   "Mm.  Dinghy down by the old fort."

   I was gently stroking his thigh now, just where his shorts ended.  It
was silky smooth, and felt warm to my touch.

   "I'd like to see it."

   "Ok, It's only twenty minutes walk along the beach."

   I took a chance and let my hand rest on his crotch.  I could feel the
hard there.  No-one was near us.  The café was still empty and the owner
was fussing with his coffee machine.  "That's a nice boner you got there.
Did I do that?"

   I was hoping he'd feel for mine.  He did not!

   " Jeez!  I don't know about this.  I mean.  Suppose..." He moved a bit
away from me and I removed my enquiring hand.  "I've finished my drink. 
I'll show you my dinghy." He was wrapping the figures again.

   "Leave them in my car boot for a bit.  Safer than carrying them along
the beach.' As we got up I tousled his glossy black hair, running my hands
through it.

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

   Walking along the beach we chatted.  His shyness had gone now, but I was
the one doing most of the talking.  I kept returning our conversation to
gay matters.  Once we got clear of the town and promenade, I held hands
with him, and then draped an arm over his shoulders.  After a bit, his arm
slipped hesitantly round my waist, and we walked along like that.  I longed
to stop and kiss him, but knew I had to play this long and gradual,
building his confidence, and slowly getting him used to the idea of
`actually doing it.'

   It was a small boat, but ok for two people.

   "Take her out, Jason?  Lovely day for it."

   "Can you sail, Harry?"

   "Oh yes.  Been doing it for years.  Sailing too!"

   He loved my silly innuendo and his face creased in that grin.  "OK, I'll
take you out.  Shouldn't really as no life jackets."

   "I'm a strong swimmer, Jason."

   "Me too.  That's ok then."

   The tide was nearly low and we had to push the boat down the beach.  It
was no weight.

   In the boat we both stripped to the waist.  There was enough wind for
there to be spray, but the sun was very warm.  Seagulls whirled and cried
overhead, interested in anything new.  He was a good sailor and we tacked
up the coast, and then came flying back down with the wind in our sail.  As
he reached up sometimes I could see his arse-cleavage.  He seemed to be
tanned all over.  My cock was making a tent, and I'm sure he noticed, just
as I could see the bulge in his shorts.

   "Mind if I strip off?  Keep my tan up?" I did not wait for an answer,
but undid the button at my waist , unzipped, and let my shorts fall to the
deck.  I was half-hard.

   "Jeez, I can't believe this.  All-over tan"' I could see a decision in
his eyes.  He handed me the tiller and loosened his own shorts, dropping
them to his ankles and kicking them off over his trainers.  He stood there
a moment with all the beauty and sexual promise of a fourteen- year -old
boy.  His cock was small of course, but it stood up prettily with its
fringe of light, fine black hair: how I love that tiny triangle of boyish
golden or dark hair.  I look for it in porn pics, and here it was for real.
My speculation about his tan was answered: no tan-lines, an all-over
bronze, smooth and silky.  I wanted to kiss, to fondle him, but I had the
tiller, and in any case this fish needed to be played before it was landed.
He left me with the tiller and sat again.  We were scudding along straight,
and the sailing was easy for me, so he trusted me with the tiller.  My cock
stood now, almost painfully erect.  "Have I done that?  I mean that boner.
Jeez, you're big there!"

   That lovely wide grin was back, and he seemed relaxed.

   "And have I done that to you?  That's a good one you've got there,
Jason. Not shy of me now!  And I'm not shy of you, that's certain."

   "I often beach on the sandbank for a bit when the tide's low."

   About half a mile off-shore the estuary had formed a shoal which at low
tide was a large sandbank.  Today it was inhabited by a group of black
cormorants drying their out-stretched wings, no-one else.

   "That'd be nice.  Do some sun-bathing."

   "K.  The cormorants won't like it.  They'll have to move on."

   "They're the ones people call `shags' aren't they?"

   "You're awful, Harry." But he laughed and the wind drove us towards my
paradise!

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

   We ran the dinghy up onto the beach and pulled it a few feet further.

   `Tide's still dropping and doesn't change for a couple of hours so the
boat's quite safe." I held his hand as we took a few steps up the beach to
where the sun had dried the mixed sand and broken shell.  He gripped my
hand slightly tighter, and it was if an electric shock went through my body
from my hand to my cock.  That tiny gesture convinced me, and I took him in
my arms.  Naked we embraced.  I remember caressing his arse and back as our
lips met, parted, met again, nibbling at each other.  His hands were both
on my arse, one on each cheek, and pulling me onto him.  Our cocks rubbed
together, our tongues battled for possession of each other's mouth.  I ran
my hand through his wavy black hair and murmured how handsome he was, and
how I had longed for this.  He had both arms round my neck, and looked me
in my eyes, close.  His eyes I noticed for the first time were deep and
dark.  "I've never done this before, Harry."

   It was a plea.  Two pleas really.  One that I should be gentle with him.
And secondly, above all, that we should make love.  We lay on the beach.  I
looked at him a second as he lay on his side, so slender and smooth.  I
moved closer and kissed him again on the lips.  As I caressed his chest I
moved my mouth to his neck, and kissed the smooth flesh there, and now down
to his chest, licking.  His nipples were nut brown.  I took one between my
lips and nibbled, then licked round it, then nibbled again.  It stood like
a tiny seed, hard between my lips.  I licked and nibbled the other one.  He
groaned.

   "Oh Jeez, Harry.  That's nice." He had one hand in the small of my back,
and was feeling the muscles of my shoulders with the other.

   I licked round his navel, penetrating it with my pointed tongue.  He
giggled.

   `That tickles, but it's nice."

   Down now with my tongue tracing circles on his tummy, firm and flat but
not yet muscled like mine.  His pretty cock stood for me and I could see it
as I kissed his belly and nuzzled into the fine, black pubic hair.  His
parents had had him circumcised I could see.  It was straight, tanned like
the rest of him, and had the sweetest helmet, pink and inviting.  But I
started with his balls, tight inside their bag.  The skin was crinkly.  I
love it when balls are tight like that.  I licked them with the point of my
tongue, and kissed them.  They were small enough still for me to get both
in my mouth, and I did.  Then I ran my tongue up the shaft of his cock, at
the front where it's most sensitive.  It twitched delightfully for me, and
did so again when I ran my pointed tongue round the base of his knob.

   It was time.  I slid my lips over his knob, and held it there a moment.

   He was holding my head in both hands.

   "I can't believe this.  Oh my God, it's really happening."

   I slipped the whole four inches into my mouth until my nose touched his
pubic fringe.  I heard him sigh, and felt his hips rise slightly to meet
me. I knew it would not last long, and intended to savour every moment.  I
stroked his belly and chest while I bobbed up and down on his cock, making
sure his first sex would be good.  And it was!

   "Oh my God!  I'm coming.  I'm coming, Harry."

   His hips moved up and down in rhythm with my bobbing head as I knelt
over him.  Then I felt the first rush of his silky cum as it filled my
mouth.  I swallowed, and held his cock there in my mouth, feeling it throb
and twitch as his orgasm subsided.

   "Thank you, Jason.  That was lovely for me.  And you were really loaded
up!  Lots for fourteen."

   "I didn't wank last night.  I sort of hoped you might!  Well, you know."

   "It was real good." He had his hand on my cock as we whispered to each
other.

   "I never knew how good it was.  Now I'm sure I'm gay."

   I knelt over him, one hand on my cock, the other stroking his smooth
chest.  Savouring these moments I jerked my cock slowly, gently.  It was
getting too much for me.  I cupped my balls in one hand and jerked my cock
franticly.  His deep, dark eyes were looking at me in wonderment, almost
adoration.  That smile was on his lips.  I looked down at that lithe,
tanned body, and wondered what I had done to deserve such luck.  Fourteen,
beautiful and gay!  I felt my orgasm building.  Then I came, a fountain of
cum splashing up over his chest.  Then another the other side of his chest,
and a third, less copious, over his belly.  The white streaks and globules
were stark against his bronzed skin.  The last oozes dropped onto his
belly.

   "Jeez!  You got a lot, Harry."

   "So did you, Jason.  But I cleaned it all up so there was no mess."

   "I thought it was nice."

   "I'm hot.  Let's swim".

   He was off down the beach, running, and I watched a moment enjoying his
body.  Then I followed.  He was as he had said a strong swimmer like most
boys around here, and I found it difficult to keep up with his lusty crawl.
I did though, and when he stopped, we had the fun of holding each other in
an embrace, and of course immediately sinking.  We came up again,
spluttering and laughing.  I struck out for the shore again, and he
followed.

   "Hey!  It was so big and now it's tiny!" Coming, and the cold water had
frozen my cock down to a walnut.

   I laughed.  "You're the same." I held his cock and balls easily in one
hand as we kissed briefly.

   Then we lay side-by-side, and congratulated each other on finding each
other, and having such glorious sex.  We kissed and caressed a bit from
time to time, but less passionately now, of course.

   In the afternoon sun we soon dried off.  Finally he got up and brushed
off the shell and sand that had stuck to him while he was wet.

   "You should let me do that." It was exciting to brush my hands over his
calves, thighs, buttocks, back and shoulders.  I could feel life coming
back into my cock, warmed by the sun and by the feel of naked boy-flesh.

   "I'll do you".  Now I felt his hands brushing my body, continuing his
caresses long after all the sand had fallen off.  His cock was getting hard
again too.  "Hey!  You're hard again.  Cool!"

   He knelt in front of me in the sand, his arms around me, over my
buttocks, pulling me onto him.  Then he hunkered in front of me.  I rumpled
his hair as he sucked my nipples and licked round my belly-button.  He was
going to give me exactly what I had given him?  Sure enough, his tongue
tickling my balls, and then one ball in his mouth, and then the other.

   "Oh, look.  You're coming a bit."

   I expect precum was oozing from my cock.  I was hyper-excited, and not
far from actually coming.  I felt his tongue lick up the front of my shaft
and then round the base of my knob.  Then, almost tentatively, his tongue
at the eye of my prick, tasting the liquid there.  His lips closed round my
knob.  I groaned my pleasure.  He managed to get quite a lot of my length
in his mouth and was sucking and bobbing on it, gobbling as he had learned
from me.  He cradled my balls with one hand, and the other was round the
base of my shaft.

   His right hand abandoned my balls, and I could see him wanking at his
own cock, hard and furious.  Then I exploded.  He gagged as I must have
produced large amounts of cum after the excitement of the last two days
despite the sex of an hour before.  But he swallowed and sucked as I
spurted and spurted again in his mouth.  He let me rest in his mouth after,
as I had him.

   He looked up at me, contented, but his hand was still working away at
his prick.  He let my cock slip from his mouth, his face contorted, his
eyes shut, and I watched him spurt, drops falling into the sand.

   I lifted him to his feet and kissed him.  `Thank you, Jason, that was
lovely.  You sucked me so well."

   "You still had lots."

   "We're going to have to move the boat.  The tide's coming in."

   "A few minutes yet before it reaches."

   "Probably time for us to be getting back to shore." I reached for my
shorts and was putting them on.  He watched me.  Astoundingly his prick was
hardening again.  He'd come twice, and now within minutes that pretty
little cock wanted some more.  Oh to be fourteen when everything is new and
exciting, and when the sexual energy seems to be limitless!

   "Time for one more before we go."

   "It's all right for you, but I'm twice your age, and it takes me a bit
of time to recover.  I'd need an hour at least, and we'll be under water by
then."

   His cock still made a tent under his shorts, as we put our footwear on.

   "OK.  But can we have some more tomorrow?"

   Days, weeks, months of sexual pleasure stretched ahead of me in that
moment.  "I'd love that, Jason.  At my place.  I've a pool, we can laze
about round it in the sun."

   "Cool.  But I want to see the inside of your place too." There was an
almost flirtatious tone in his voice and manner.  His grin was as wide as
ever, but there was something coy and inviting about it.

   "The bedroom mostly I expect!"

   "You're a sexy beast, Harry!"

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

   I was awake at seven.  I shaved, showered, made myself breakfast, and it
was still only eight.  I wished I'd asked him to meet earlier than ten.  I
wandered around naked with an erection.  I went to my studio and tried to
work, but could not concentrate.  I sat in front of the computer and looked
at some porn sites.  None of the boys was as sexy as my Jason.  I went out
in the garden and inflated a rubber mattress by the pool, covering it with
a clean white bedsheet.  I checked the pool for debris.  None.  I got a
couple of large towels.  I tidied my bed and bedroom.  It was still only
nine, but I crammed my cock into a pair of shorts, and selected a suitable
young-looking t-shirt.  I used the 4x4 to drive to the promenade.

   The sea was like a mill-pond, and it was clearly going to be a very hot
day.  In more ways than one, I thought.  I parked up and sat on the wall
looking up the road in the direction he would come.  Seagulls strutted up
and down, assuming that anyone sitting there would be eating.

   He was early, too.  He surprised me, coming from behind me.

   "I left my bicycle behind the café.  It'll be ok there, and it's
locked."

   He was dressed like any man's wet dream!  His tight, white top stopped
short of his pretty belly-button, leaving two inches of tantalising bronzed
flesh between it and his shiny white shorts.  These were tight enough to
show that fascinating bulge.  He sat on the wall beside me.

   "That's a nice bulge you got there, Jason."

   He giggled.  "Been thinking of you all night, Harry.  Gave it a little
work out from time to time.  Don't worry I stopped short each time.  Saved
it all for you."

   "I had the same problem, Jason.  Wishing you were in bed with me."

   "Will be soon, I hope.  Better not kiss here, I guess."

   "Lets get in the car."

   When I bought it the winter before I chose it partly because off its
off-road strength, and partly for its bench front seat.  Both are useful
for the occasional night-time sexual adventures!  I was glad of the seating
when Jason sat pressed close against me.  I felt his naked thigh against
mine as I put it in gear and moved off,

   "Nice lunch-box you got, too, Harry" He giggled and placed a hand
lightly on my bulge.  I got painfully hard immediately.

   "Wait a minute or two, Jason.  We've got a bit of shopping to do."

   I needed some beer and cokes, and we called in at an off-licence on the
edge of town.  I selected two cases of beer and one of coke, and checked
out the guy running the place that morning.  He was quite an eyeful!  Just
my type with his beach-sun-bleached long blonde hair, and his slender body.
You could see he was fit, without being muscular.  And what a cute arse, in
his tight jeans, which hid little of his interesting bulge.  He knew I was
checking him over, and I could see him looking at my bulge too, where my
erection must have been very evident.  Jason was hard, too, and he got the
same long, hard stare from the guy.

   I had him load the cases into the car for me.

   "Have a nice day."

   "Well, thank you.  I rather think I'm going to." I winked at him, and
got a wink and a grin back.  I decided I'd call back again some time soon
and take this further!

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

   The tall gates opened automatically.  (I just love technology), and I
drove through the trees, parking up outside the garages.

   "Jeez!  This is some place you got here."

   We went round the house, mostly single-story ranche-style, and past the
pool.  I opened the big double windowed doors that in summer made the pool
almost part of the house.

   "We can kiss now, Harry."

   His arms were round my neck and his tongue in my mouth.  He was as
desperate for me as I was for him.  We groped each other's cocks, and I
remembered how pretty and exciting his four-inch boy-cock had been.  I
wanted more.

   "Out by the pool.  In the sun."

   He laughed, and as I watched was pulling his shirt up over his head:
there was only the faintest fuzz of black hair in his armpits.  He kicked
his shoes off, and as he pulled his silky shorts down I saw, like me, he
had no underwear on.  I expected him to return to my arms, and was thinking
what an eager little lad this was, when to my surprise he ran past me, and
entered the pool in a graceful racer's dive.  I walked out to the edge of
the pool, and watched him cover the full length in a few strong strokes. 
He stopped in mid-pool, laughing.  Plenty of time.  Today.  Come on in,
Harry, before you come in your pants.  He laughed.  Where, I thought, was
yesterday's shy, blushing boy?

   I stripped naked, and made the best job I could of a similar
racing-start dive.  I expect my stiff cock made a bit of a splash as it hit
the water, spoiling my stream-lining.

   I swam after him, and grabbed him as he tried to pass me.  I held him
round the waist, cock to cock, and kissed him as we sank together.  Our
swim degenerated into a sort of underwater wrestling match, both rising for
air from time to time, laughing and spluttering.  He was as keen as me to
grab a handful of arse.  Finally he called time.  "That's enough for me."
He broke away and lifted himself from the pool.  As he bent a knee to lever
himself up I saw those immaculate, hairless balls, tight in their bag, and
a fleeting glance of his arsehole as his crease opened a second.  I
wondered for a moment whether I would get my cock into that virgin pussy.
On balance, it might be better to wait before seducing him completely. 
Wouldn't do to scare the boy off.  But what paradise awaited there!

   I followed, and by the time I got to him he was enveloped in one of my
huge towels, shaking his head to shift water from an ear.  I enveloped him,
towel and all, and patted him dry, concentrating, you won't be at all
surprised, on that nice hard cock, flat belly, and slender boy's arse.

   He threw the towel down beside my heap of clothes, and I quickly dried
myself, standing over him as he watched from the comfort of the inflatable
mattress.

   `This is the life!  You look good from down here.  Makes it look even
bigger at this angle."

   I gave my cock a shake, and threw my towel down as well, standing right
over him and running my hand up and down my cock.

   "I like you shaved like that.  All the pics I've seen are so hairy
there. I think it looks much sexier, and you can really see the shape."

   " I like it too.  I love a shaved cock.  And I love yours, with just the
little fuzz of hair.  Very sexy."

   He fluttered his eyelids at me.  He wanted to play, and was flirting. 
That must be inbuilt in us, how to give the sexual `come-on.' I looked down
at his slender form, my eyes concentrated on that pretty little cock,
straight, slightly tanned brown, with its handsome helmet.  I lay beside
him, but head-to-toe this time, or more accurately face to crotch.  He
pushed his hips towards me so his knob brushed my lips.  I licked at it,
the tip of my tongue in its eye, and felt his tongue on my cock, just under
the head, there at the front where it is the most sensitive.  I slipped his
knob into my mouth, and heard him groan in pleasure.  His lips closed
around mine.  I must have been dribbling precum for him.

   I was stroking his bottom, caressing his thighs as I took the full
length and held it still there, just flickering my tongue against the
shaft, titillating it.  He had a lot of my cock in his mouth, but not all.
Fourteen year old boys are wonderful, but it is not reasonable to expect
them to be able to take your full length without gagging, not at least
until they've had a lot of practise.  I intended young Jason to gradually
get very skilled.

   He was exploring my body with both hands, finding and kneading every
muscle in my arse, thighs, back and belly.  I remembered the first man who
had me, so long ago, and for a moment was again that shy teenage lad
feeling for the first time another's body, the strangeness of my young
hands on skin and forms so familiar and yet so different.  I remembered the
excitement, the half-felt guilt, the wonderment of a cock in my mouth.  I
felt very tender and loving towards Jason, and promised myself I would be a
good for him as that first friend of my father's had been to me.

   I was keen to prolong this almost painful pleasure as long as I could,
but was beginning to taste cum from his cock.  It could not last much
longer, and I knew that I would not be able to help myself the moment he
was coming in my mouth.

   But then he let out a muffled scream and leapt up, off me.

   "Bloody hell!"

   I saw him scampering towards the house.  I was mystified, at least till
the second hailstone hit me on my bare, hot tummy.  Hailstones!  As big as
ten p pieces they started splashing into the water, bouncing up off the
marble pool-surround, and bouncing off me.  Laughing and screaming as each
ice-cold ball felt like a hot poker on my naked skin, I gathered up my
clothes and the towels and ran for it.

   Jason was giggling.  We stood and watched the dance of the hailstones.
The summer storm had crept up on us un-noticed in our obsession with each
other's bodies, in the newness of man and boy-flesh.  The first icey
bullets had fallen from a sunny sky but now it was black and threatening.
The hail soon changed to torrential rain, and a great flash of forked
lightning lit the black sky.  I counted to six seconds, and the mighty
rumble of the hunder rolled through the air.

   "Jeez!"

   "Somewhere over near the lighthouse.  Probably was the lighthouse."

   "Well, I said I wanted to see inside your place.  Looks like the
opportunity."

   "We said the bedroom.  It's through here."

   I lifted him in my arms and carried him, his arms around my neck, down
the corridor and into my bedroom.I like to bring guys back to my place, and
have the largest bed you can find.  Like many other things, the bigger the
better.

   I thought to myself, `Since I've got him in my bedroom, I'm going to
have his arse.' I promised myself I'd teach him to enjoy it, just as my
first seducer had taught me.

   I laid him gently on it and got beside him, rolling him over half on his
side, half on his belly.  I held his leg, and bent the knee up under him as
he lay there.  I ran my finger-tips down the length of his back.  He liked
that and wriggled appreciatively.  I ran my fingers down him again.  His
arse was tanned, but lighter than his back, and I laid my face on it
feeling its smoothness.  I parted the silky cheeks, and exposed his anus.
The same brown as his nipples, it had pretty little puckers, little, fine
lines leading to the centre.  Lord!  How I wanted it at that moment, precum
oozing from my cock and dripping as I knelt over him.

   His skin felt silky against my cheek as I planted a long, wet kiss on
his arsehole.  Then my tongue, pointed, licking round it.  He giggled and
wriggled his arse as I penetrated him, slipping the tip of my tongue into
him.  I backed off an inch to look again.

   "Don't stop, Harry!  That's so good."

   I rimmed him for several minutes, and could feel the muscle there relax
as he got used to it.

   I use proper lubricant when I'm using a condom, but prefer a light,
white oil when I'm not or when I'm jerking off by myself.  And today I was
going to treat myself to a bare-back fuck with this boy.  I am clean, and
he was a virgin, so why spoil the experience?  I sprayed some into his
crease, and stroked it in with my index finger.  A bit more oil, now on my
finger and exactly over his arsehole.  I slipped my finger in as far as the
first joint.

   "OK?"

   "Nice."

   My whole finger now, searching for his prostate.  I massaged it, and it
had the usual effect.

   "Jeez.  That's lovely.  I don't believe this."

   I rearranged us so he was on his side beside me, my finger still probing
deep inside him.  Like this we could kiss and I could whisper to him as I
masturbated him.

   I whispered in his ear.  "Tell me when I get it right.  Tell me when I'm
in a good place." With my free hand I was stroking and caressing his chest
and tummy.  His hands were all over me.

   "Oh yes!  Like that.  Oh, it's good."

   Two fingers up him, I was pressing and stroking his prostate.  I've made
guys cum just doing that, and had it done to me too.  So I knew how good it
could be.  I licked inside his ear with the tip of my tongue.  He giggled,
and he pressed closer to me.  I felt his hand tighten on my cock.  He was
licking and kissing my neck.  I whispered again, my mouth close to his ear.
"I want to fuck you, Jason." I want to have your lovely arse." I felt his
anus contract on my fingers, but continued to caress him deep inside.

   "Oh my God!  That'd hurt."

   "Only for a moment or two, and then it would be even better than this."
I had felt his anus relax again.

   "You're sure, Harry?".

   "Trust me."

   I laid him on his back, and treated myself to a long stroking caress
over his chest, round his nipples, down over his flat tummy, over his hard
little cock, and then round his balls and over his thighs.  Then I lifted
those thighs so his legs were over my shoulders.  His secret arsehole was
naked to me, light brown, puckered, inviting, gleaming with the oil I had
used on him.  I reached for the spray, and oiled my cock.  Precum was
oozing from me.  He looked up at me.  I could see in his eyes fright, but
also a sort of excitement.  I thought back again to my first time, and
understood him.  I felt a sudden tenderness, and leaned forward to kiss him
lightly on his nose, a peck.

   But it was not only tenderness!  I felt a real old-fashioned lust for
this beautiful, virgin boy, and I placed my knob on that secret rose.  The
slightest push and my knob was penetrating.  He gave a yell, and flinched
back, but I continued, and was in him; at least my knob was.

   I felt his anus contact hard on me, gripping my shaft just below the
knob.  "Jeez!  That hurts, please, Harry.  Please...'

   `Relax, Jason.  It'll be good soon.  I promise.' I pushed again, and
felt my cock slip deeper and deeper till my shaven pubic bone touched the
light fuzz of his pubes.  He had relaxed.  I pulled out, sliding as far as
my knob but leaving that inserted.  I felt it gripped again in a spasm.

   `Please, Harry, that's enough.  I don't like it.'

   I looked down on him, and a tear welled in the corner of his eye,
running down his cheek.  I leaned forward, bending his body even more with
my weight, and licked the salty tear as I pushed in again.

   He closed his eyes, and I could see he was gritting his teeth as I
started to fuck him properly, slipping gently in and out in that ancient
rhythm of pleasure.

   Gradually I could see his tensed body relax beneath me.  I moved my
hands from his shoulders where they had rested the while, and fondled his
nipples.  He opened his eyes.  His hands had been clenched by his side, but
he felt for his cock with his right hand, and with his left reached for my
body.

   I speeded up a bit.

   "You were right!  That is good.  It's like your fingers, but better." I
watched as his cock hardened, and he was jerking at it: some of the oil had
found its way there and it shone as his hand flew up and down it.  His hips
were trying to rise to meet my down-thrusts now.  I could have come, but I
promised myself to prolong the pleasure at least until he came.

   He closed his eyes, and I watched the first spurt of cum fly and splash
onto his chest, and then a second, weaker, made pools on his belly.  He
opened his eyes and grinned that wonderful smile, looking me in the eye as
I came in him, a huge orgasm, pumping cum with every thrust.

   Still hard and deep in him, I let his legs go from round my neck and lay
on top of him embracing and kissing.  I whispered, "That was the best I
ever had.  Thank you Jason."

   He giggled.  "It was the best fuck I ever had too.  Thank you, Harry."
It was a poor joke, but seemed funny at the time, and I laughed, and kissed
him again.  My cock was getting soft now, and his anus expelled it. 
"Ooooh! That felt nice as it slipped out!"

   I had a quick look at my cock, and was rlieved that I seemed to have had
him for the first time without harming him at all.

   I kissed him again.  "We'd better shower."

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

   Later, by the pool, the storm had passed as quickly as it had come,
leaving the air cooler but still sunny and pleasant.  We were laying on the
inflated mattress.  He had his head resting on my belly and would
occasionally kiss my cock or my balls as we chatted.  I stroked his chest
or ruffled his hair.  His fingers traced a lazy circle on my hip.  I loved
the proprietorial way he was treating my body.

   "This is where you got that all-over tan then, Harry?"

   "Here and at the beach."

   "The beach?"

   "I go to Smugglers Rock quite often."

   "Cool.  I've heard of that.  It's a gay place isn't it?"

   "Right.  You like to go there?"

   "Oh my God!  I've often thought about it.  It's a nudist beach isn't
it?"

   "Completely."

   "They say the gays go there for sex."

   "Right.  Plenty of sucking and fucking."

   "Oh my God!  I don't believe this.  And we could go there?"

   " Tomorrow if you like."

   "It'll have to be after school.  I finish at four."

   "May not be many guys about on a Monday evening.  But perhaps we'll be
lucky.  I'll pick you up at the usual place at just after four."

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

   We went past the Council notice warning that nudity was tolerated at
Smugglers Rock, and I parked the 4x4 prettily beside a smart BMW and a
battered old Ford.  They were the only cars there.

   "At least there's a couple of guys here.  I usually leave my clothes in
the car and just take a towel with me." And a little bag with lube and some
condoms, I thought but didn't say.

   He had looked very tasty in his school uniform.  (How often I'd looked
at the boys wearing that same striped tie and white shirt, often sloppily
loose, hanging over their black uniform trousers, and lusted after their
teen bodies!  It was impossible to nerve yourself to make an approach to
these scrubbed and oh-so-desirable middle-class boys.  Easier in the Milton
Estate slums where the boys and girls fuck like rabbits!) Tasty enough in
his uniform but how much more exciting naked.  He was sensational.

   The car park is close to the sea, a few feet up the sand dune, then down
the sandy path to the beach.  It was one of those late afternoons when the
sun had baked the sand all day, and we had to run to the water's edge to
avoid burned feet.  His body looked good as he ran, the muscles of his arse
moving, and his long slender legs.  The sea was quiet, and tiny waves just
lapped over as we walked bare-foot in the shallows, hand-in-hand.

   There were only two guys on the beach, at the far end, about half a mile
away, under the tall black cliffs.  The convention of the beach was that
you stayed near the car-park if you were just there to sunbathe.  If you
went to the far end you were looking for sex.

   "Let's join them!"

   "Oh my God!  Are you sure?"

   "That's what we came for."

   Jason was silent all the way along the beach.  I remembered how shy he
was, and although he had enjoyed gay sex I was so far his only partner.  No
wonder he was quiet.

   As we got closer I recognised one of the guys.  "It's the guy from the
liquor store yesterday."

   "Cool, but Jeez!  Look at the other guy."

   His companion was massive, tall, muscled like a heavy weight boxer, and
black.  He had been oiling his body and looked magnificent.  The slender
blonde guy was more my type though!

   "Hi.  May we join you."

   "Be my guest." The black guy stood up.  Jason's eyes were glued to him,
fascinated by the size of his cock which was huge even when limp, hanging
like a length of hose-pipe in front of him.

   "I'm Harry, and this is Jason." He blushed that charming pink I had seen
when we first met two days before.

   "I'm Wilson, and this is Kim." I put my towel down beside Kim and Jason
sat down beside Wilson.  I could see Jason was, as usual, hard and Wilson's
cock was beginning to stiffen.  I remember wondering how big it would prove
to be when completely stiff, but I concentrated on being pleasant to Kim.

   "Hi Kim.  We met yesterday at your store."

   "I wish.  I just work there.  You like me to oil you?  Protect that
tan."

   "I'd love that, Kim."

   He tipped some over my chest, and passed the bottle to Wilson.  I lay
back and let the young man's hands massage my body having it rubbed into my
chest and tummy, the tops of my legs, turning over finally to give him my
back and arse.  I watched as Wilson's hands wandered all over Jason's body,
and was amused to see the boy, very tentatively, feeling those gigantic
biceps and thighs.  Wilson was hard now, and so was I.

   The sexy hands slid over my body, concentrating of course on my arse.  I
felt his fingers in my crease, pressing against my anus, and then
penetrating.  I groaned my pleasure and pushed my buttocks back onto them.
He lay beside me, and I felt his lips on my back kissing and licking in
little circles with the tip of his tongue.  He reached round me and held my
stiff, oily cock.  I felt his cock pressing against my anus.  I love that
moment, but had to interrupt it.

   "There's some condoms in that little bag."

   "Great." He passed me one and I put it between my lips.  Slowly I
slipped it over his cock as he entered my mouth.  I greased it with my own
tube of water-based lube, and hoped the oil on my arse wouldn't damage the
rubber.  I forgot all about that as he lay beside me again, and I again
felt that exciting pressure on my anus.  This time it slipped in, and with
a long, slow thrust he was up me.

   Beside me, I could see Wilson had taken his boy's cock in his mouth and
was gobbling away at it.  Jason could not reach that huge prick with his
mouth, but was feeling and fondling it, as well as the muscles of a hard,
boxer's arse.

   I muttered some endearment to Kim, and Jason looked towards me.  He
forgot Wilson for a second as he watched the cock sliding in and out my
arse.  I winked at him, and he grinned, before returning to licking his
black toy: the oiled skin would still have been salt.  He closed his eyes,
and I could see he was about to come in Wilson's mouth.  I was
hyper-excited, but was desperate not to come yet.  I'm sure that if I had
seen Jason's cum spurt then I would not have been able to control myself.
But those full, black lips enfolded his little cock, and every last drop
was swallowed.  I felt warmth, and the cock slipping easier in my arse, and
knew Kim had come.

   `You going to fuck me now, Wilson?  Kim's opened me for you.' I was
desperate to have that huge thing up me.  Then I had my surprise.

   `I don't fuck, darling!  Exclusively bottom, me.'

   I was astounded that such a big and athletic stud should be passive. 
(But why should I be: lots of big jocks like it up them.)

   Kim and Jason lay quietly and watched as I prepared to fuck him.  I was
worried I might come in the rubber as I put it on, Kim and the show beside
me had made me so horny.  But I got it on all right, and greased up.  He
wanted it in the classic way, and knelt for me.  I treated myself to a
caress of his strong, masculine butt, so different from the slender boyish
arses I usually went for.  But it was good, and very, very sexy.  I pushed
my knob in, and with the same thrust entered to my full length, my own
thighs touching his buttocks.

   'Yes!  Man!'

   I guessed he liked it hard, fast, and fairly brutal, and that's what I
gave him.  It was really different for me to get to fuck a muscle-man, and
I must admit the change was exciting.  Exciting, too, was Jason who managed
to slide under the kneeling colossus and get his hands and lips around the
huge cock that had been hypnotising him for ten minutes, like the serpent
and the rabbit I thought.  WilSon was leaning back into me with every
thrust I made, and my thighs made a slapping noise each time.  Jason was
slurping away happily almost out of sight, his light-tanned legs
contrasting with the dark ebony of the kneeling figure.  Then Kim was
behind me, fondling my arse and pressing his thighs against me, kneeling.
Three of us kneeling, and the boy on his back underneath.  What a tableau
for any of the so-called "birdwatchers" who sometimes lurked in the
sanddunes with binoculars and zoom-lenses.  Birdwatchers, my arse! 
Repressed gays more like.  Anyway we would not worry about them!  I wished
Kim had got it up so I could be fucked while I shagged this titan!  But too
late, or too early for that.  However, I had the pleasure of feeling his
fingers up my arse again, finding my prostate unerringly.

   The finger-fucking, and the sight of those muscular thighs and
surprisingly small, hard arse had me going, and I felt my orgasm building:
deep in my arse it started, where those fingers were giving me a sensual
massage, then in my balls, and finally exploding in my cock.  I dimly heard
Jason exclaiming as his mouth was filled, I imagine with more and thicker
cum than he had ever dreamed of.  I came and pumped my cum into Wilson,
each spurt deep inside.

   All four of us started back to the carpark together, but we soon split
up.  Kim and Wilson were deep in converstion, and I was only too happy to
chat with Jason as we paddled, hand in hand,through the almost dead-calm
sea.

   'I'm glad we came this afternoon.  I was a bit worried.'

   'Nice guys.  I'm going to look Kim out again some time.'

   'He's handsome, but Wilson is something else.  I didn't know cocks could
be so big.  And the cum!  It just went on, more and more, and more.'

   'And you swallowed it all, Jason.  Not bad for just fourteen eh?'

   'I kept a bit in my mouth to really taste it: no, not really taste, to
get the feel of it, sort of hot and silky feel.'

   'Yup, I love it too.  And big guys like that are often especially thick
and creamy.'

   This delightful banter got us back to the car where our two casual
lovers were waiting for us to catch up.

   'We'll be here again next Friday.  About the same time.  We get here at
five.  Care for another foursome?' Kim waited on our answer and I looked at
Jason, who smiled that broad grin and nodded.

   'Count on us.  We'll be there!'

   ................r..................................

   In the car going back to the promenade to collect his bike.

   'I've got football training tomorrow, then Wednesday it's rehearsals for
the school play, then training again Thursday, but Friday will be fine.'

   'Wouldn't you rather be in bed than on the beach?'

   'I want to suck Wilson again, and perhaps he'd let me fuck him.  Anyway,
I thought we could go to your place after.  I just have to tell my Mom I'm
sleeping over at a friend's, and we'd have all night....' He was hesitant
asking this, and blushed, though not the deep scarlet of earlier.

   I wanted to kiss him, but couldn't, driving, so I squeezed his thigh
with my free hand.  'That would be lovely, Jason.' We had just got to the
cafe.  'Load your bike in the back and I'll drop you off closer.'

   I dropped him off at the end of his street, in one of the new
comparatively cheap speculative-built estates at the edge of town.  Nice
enough, but nothing like my place!

   'Oh, and Jason, have you somewhere you can hide a book....it's a bit
like that website you were on.' (Except of course it was all older guys
with young guys!)

   'Yes.  I have to hide some things...  under a floorboard.'

   'Here you are then.  I wish I could kiss you goodbye for now, but prob
better not, not here.'

   'All night Friday!'

   'Oh yes, Jason.  Oh yes!'

   FIN