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 Workshop Frolics : by (c) Hamilton Joyce Mm

   I lay in the sun, eyes shut in that contented daze which follows good
sex.

   There was a noise in the bushes that disturbed me and I opened my eyes
and sat up.  I decided it was a feral cat ...  there were several about in
the yard ..  or perhaps a rat.  I shut my eyes again.

   At 2 o'clock my wrist-watch alarm told me it was time to work again.  I
put my working clothes on again.  As I was about to go into the workshop I
turned round.  I don't know why, but am glad that I did.  I was just in
time to see long, slender, sun-tanned legs, and a cute little arse in faded
denim shorts, obviously cut-off jeans, disappearing over my tall back
fence. I was about to shout at the intruder, but he was gone in that
instant.

   I realised that whoever it was had been there while I jerked off.  He'd
be one of the kids from the trailer home park just down the road.  I was
annoyed at being spied on, and especially wanking, which I've always
considered a bit juvenile for a grown man.  All right!  I know we all do
it, but all the same...

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   1 o'clock the next day I had just laid out my sandwich and beer on a
handkerchief to protect it from the dust when I heard a sound in the bushes
again, like someone dropping an empty can onto metal.  I decided this time
to set a trap for the young intruder and pretended I had not noticed
anything.  I ripped the velcro of my overalls from shoulder to waist
exposing my chest and the top of my belly, and sat in the old car seat I'd
salvaged from a Mercedes I had been breaking for parts.  I guessed he would
be expecting me to strip off completely so he could watch me jerk off, as
he had the day before : and for how many days before that?  I opened my
beer and was about to take a swig but instead swore out loud.  I slapped
the side of my head as if I had forgotten something and got up, going
quickly back towards the building.

   When I was out of sight of the bush where the lad was lurking, I turned
off left and worked my way through the scrub.  I had to be careful not to
scrunch the broken window glass, rusty wire and nuts and bolts that
littered the parched earth.  Some of the low bushes had thorns, so it was
quite slow progress, but eventually I came to the back of the great
flowering bush.  Looking carefully I could see where someone had pushed
through it, leaving broken twigs where the leaves had died.  I pushed past
the first branches and a cloud of butterflies rose about me.  The perfume
was strong and heady, but in a second or two I detected the smell of
cigarette smoke as well.  This was the place!

   There were cigarette ends and empty beer bottles laying scattered about.

   Slowly, softly, noiselessly I parted the last branches.  The bush had
grown through and around the carcass of a wrecked Ford van.  The door was
off my side, and from my angle I could see half the figure inside, lounging
back against the far door on a faded and torn leatherette bench seat.  I
took in the dirty grey trainers, faded jeans loose aound his ankles, long,
tanned, slender legs, the startling whiteness of tanlines at his hips, and
most of all a pretty little cock and a brown hand wanking it.  I watched in
awe.  He was perhaps four inches long, a straight shaft, and with the
foreskin pulled back a lovely pink knob.  He was edging, which I enjoy
doing too, building his excitement to the very edge of orgasm, then holding
the cock tight to stop it, waiting a second and then building again.

   I had to move very carefully not to disturb him, but I managed to creep
a yard to my left, clear of the branches, and could now see the whole of
him.  He was an angelic blonde.  My cock, already half-hard, sprang into
full erection.  He lay there full-length on his back, leaning against the
glass-less door.  His belly was white to within a couple of inches of his
navel, and above that he was tanned deep gold over belly and smooth,
hairless chest.  I could make out a pretty little-boy triangle of golden
curls, but as he lay with one arm behind his head there was as yet no
under-arm hair.  His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of deep
contentment, motionless except for the movement of his right hand.

   I reached down, involuntarily, and caressed my own cock, hoping I would
see him spurt.  I wondered if he was old enough to produce cum.  I hoped he
was.

   Then I realised it must have been my body that aroused him, and he would
be available for my pleasure.  At the worst it would be his word against
mine if I approached him, and given boys' usual shame and shyness about
jerking off he would be most unlikely to tell anyone even if he repelled
me. My cock was doing my thinking for me I fear!  Looking back on it, I
shudder at the risk I was about to take.

   So I got up into the van and sat beside him.  The bench seat must have
moved slightly because he opened his eyes.  The startled look in his clear
blue eyes was replaced by a look of fear and he flinched away.

   Quickly.  'Don't be frightened.  I know you've been looking at me and
thought you might like a closer look.' Through the window I could see my
seat, my beer and sandwich clearly!  He would have had a good view of my
cock.  'And in any case you've seen me, so it's only fair I should see you.
And you're very, very good looking.'

   I rattled on like this for a bit, and could see the fear vanish, and
that he was looking at the knob of my cock sticking out above the opening
in my overalls, ripped down as far as they would go, beyond my navel.  He
would see a drop of precum in the eye, as I was well-excited by him.

   'I'm Si.  What's your name?'

   'Dermot.'

   'Well, Dermot, let's wank together.  It's more fun that way.' I slipped
my arms out of my overall and raised my arse to let them fall to my ankles
like his shorts.  His eyes devoured my body.

   I moved closer to him, and even closer again till our thighs were
touching, mine golden-haired, his smooth and oh-so-lovely.

   'I always like to edge it, build it up till I'm nearly there, stop, and
build again.' This was exactly what I had watched him doing a moment
before, and in fact when I'm alone I often just jerk and cum, but I wanted
to get him talking about sex.

   'Me too, Si.  I've been doing that since you came out.  I hoped you
would strip like the last few days.'

   'And now you've got me here.  Let me do that.' I stopped jerking my cock
and reached for his where his little hand was gently caressing his shaft. I
closed my hand round it and gripped.

   'I'll come quick, I think.'

   'Then wank me a bit as well.'

   I put one arm round him, resting my hand on his silky-smooth hip, half
on his hip, half on his bottom.  With the other I slowly, gently pulled his
cock upwards towards the knob over and over again.  He attacked my cock
with vigour, jerking me with both hands.  Sometimes he would cup my balls.
I was close.

   'Do you want to cum?'

   'He smiled shyly.  'I'm nearly there.'

   I slipped my free hand completely under him, and touched his anus with
my finger.  He came with a little fountain of clear liquid squirting up
over his tanned belly, making a little pool in his navel.  I came with a
great spurt up my belly and chest, a globule even hitting my shoulder.  I
saw his eyes glitter with excitement as he stroked me to a second and third
spurt till all was left was a few twitches and oozing cum.  I removed my
hand from under him and with the side of my index finger wiped up the
boyish cum from his belly button.  I transferred it to my mouth.  He
watched me wide-eyed.

   'What does it taste like?'

   'Try!' I pointed to the white globules dripping down my chest.

   Tentative he dipped his finger in one and touched his tongue.  Again
with the finger, more this time.

   'Sort of salty, and smooth, and slippery.  Nice,' He wiped some more,
this time with the side of his hand, and transferred a lot to his lips.

   'Doesn't always taste the same, but always feels nice like that.  Let's
go and sit in the sun.'

   He pulled up his shorts and helped me pull my overalls over my shoulders
in the confined space.  I left the front undone.

   We sat in the sun, Dermot on the seat, me in the dust while I had my
lunch.  He shared my beer with me, the two of us drinking from the bottle.
Later he smoked a cigarette, the last in his pack.  I don't smoke.

   I was right in my guess he was from the trailer park.  He lived there
with his mother and three sisters.  I did not ask where his father was!  He
had managed to steal a box of beer from a delivery truck the week before
and had brought it here as a safe place to drink it and keep it till it was
all gone.  He had found my strip-show and cabaret very exciting, so a good
wank was added to the forbidden pleasures of alcohol and nicotine each
visit.  His beer was all gone now.  The cigarettes he shoplifted, and got
through the pack quickly when he was lucky enough to have some.

   I longed to take him in my arms and kiss and caress him, so cheerful and
positive in his poverty, but realised a sudden move like that might scare
him away for ever.  And this was too good to risk!

   I suggested he meet me here 1 o'clock the next day, and I'd have a beer
and a pack of cigarettes for him.  And a stiff cock.  But I had to go and
work now.

   I watched that pretty body as he climbed over the yard gate with
practised ease.

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   Next day I had a tray with sandwiches, two beers,a pack of cigarettes
and a lighter ready at least an hour early.  Oh!  And a magazine I slipped
ito the leg-pocket of my overalls.  I was tense, cock hard in anticipation,
as it had been off-and-on since six when I woke up, waiting for him,
hoping, hoping.His head appeared above the high gate, then a foot and a
long, lovely leg, then he was on top of it and dropping lightly down into
the yard.  I was out to meet him immediately.

   The blow-up mattress had been a great idea!  Today I wanted to get to
know that lovely body much more intimately, and laying side-by-side was the
way to do that.

   I put the tray down.  There was no need for caution now.  He had
willingly, eagerly even, come to me knowing we were going to have sex
together.  No danger of scaring him.

   He had kicked his trainers off before standing on the mattress, and I
removed my steel-capped boots and socks.  I could see the bulge in his
faded denim crotch, and mine was hardening too.

   I took him in my arms and felt that young body pressed to mine.  I
wanted his lips!  I lifted him easily and held him while we kissed mouth to
mouth.  His lips were closed, but I forced my tongue between them and felt
them relax.  Then his tongue was struggling with mine, forcing into my
mouth in a long and passionate kiss.Like me he had a hard cock in
anticipation, and it pressed against my chest just as mine was hard against
his naked thigh.  I bent and kissed the back of his neck.  He kissed my
chest through the gap in my overalls.

   A minute or two and we came up for air.  I lay down and he lay beside
me. I pulled him to me and kissed again.  Without thinking, almost in a
daze, I ran my hands up and down those sexy, smooth, tanned legs, up under
the sawn-off shorts.  He was feeling my biceps, I remember.I pulled him
over on top of me so I could feel his arse-cheeks, still respectably
denim-covered.He had his arms under me, round my neck.  We rolled over
again and I licked his hairless chest.  My lips found a nipple and I sucked
and nibbled.  He groaned.  My hand was still up the leg of his shorts,
feeling naked, little-boy balls and that hard little cock.

   'That's good.  That's good.  I never...'

   'Mmmmm.  Lovely!'

   'Are you going to take my shorts off?'

   'Mmmm.  But I've been laying awake half the night thinking about just
this, putting my hand up the leg of your shorts and feeling you there.'

   'Me, too.  Like this.' He ripped open the bottom of my overalls, and
slipped his hand inside.  I felt his palm cradle my balls a long moment,
and then grip my cock, completely hard now.

   My hand still up his shorts,again I tongued his golden-brown, naked
chest.  The salty taste was so good.  A nipple again, hard like a tiny
barley-seed between my lips.  He groaned.

   'I love that.  I never knew how good to be sucked there.'

   We were writhing together now, hands gripping cocks.

   'Now let's undress.'

   I knelt over him and slowly, savouring the moment, popped the button at
his waistband.  Slowly I unzipped the fly.  He was, like yesterday, naked
beneath and his pretty cock sprang out for me.  He raised his hips and I
drew the worn denim down and off.

   'You now!' He ripped the velcro and pulled my overalls down over my
arms. I stood, and they fell to my ankles.  I kicked them away, and stood
over him naked, erect and very pleased with the look on his face as he
gazed up at me.  There was wonder, excitement, eagerness in his lovely blue
eyes, and an open, willing smile on his lips.  I lay beside him, rolled him
onto his back, and knelt astride his hips so our cock touched.  Then I
inched back and lowered my lips to his cock.  He watched in amazement as I
opened my lips and slipped his pretty, pink knob between them.  His little
cock fitted easily in my mouth and I took the whole length, my nose
nestling in that tiny triangle of golden curls.  I let my tongue flutter up
and down the front of his shaft as I sucked, and ran my hands up and down
his satin-smooth legs and over his firm, flat belly.  My cock twitched,
hopefully I guess, and I knew this was what I had always wanted: the golden
boys of my own childhood, of my own earliest sex.  This was what I had been
looking for in the smooth arse and shaven balls of my friend Michael.

   I caressed his balls, tight in their sack, and had an impulse to take
his cock from my mouth and kiss them.  I buried my face in his crotch,
licking his sack with the tip of my tongue, and taking one ball gently into
my mouth.  Back to his cock again, and this time bobbing up and down,
sucking hard.  He groaned, and I could see his eyes creased up and shut in
his pleasure.  I tasted cum, and knew he was close to shooting, so I
stopped and lay my cheek on that smooth belly, half tanned, half white, and
all as smooth as satin.  I licked into his navel with the tip of my pointed
tongue.

   'Don't stop.  Please don't stop Si.  It's so good.' He held my head in
both hands, and forced it down again onto his cock.  This time his hips
rose and fell as he humped my mouth.  I held him, a hand on each hip, and
sucked hard, head bobbing up and down faster and faster.  Now I really
could taste precum.  Without warning he spurted, much less than Michael of
course, but several spurts of warm, silky cum for my delight.  I lay a few
moments, his cock in my mouth, feeling it dwindle and become limp.

   'Can I suck you now, please, Si?'

   'You're sure?  I'll have a lot of cum.  I've been hard for hours
thinking about you...'

   'Please!'

   I lay back and enjoyed his first tentative kiss on the tip of my cock,
watching him lift a small drop of precum with his tongue, and then his lips
close around my knob.  I held his head in both hands, feeling the shape of
his skull under the fine hair.  He gagged a moment as the full length of my
cock was too much for his small mouth, and then settled ito a rhythm of
sucking up and down, his small hand round the base of my cock, limiting its
length.  I was getting close, when he took his mouth from it and kissed my
balls.  My turn to protest.

   'Don't stop, Dermot.  I'm very close, and you suck so well.'

   He laughed, and was back to the task immediately.  This time I knew I
would come, and was humping up and down with my hips, that 'nearly-there'
feeling rising deep inside my arse.  With his free hand he cradled my
balls, and I was in that instant coming.  The amount of my first spurt
surprised him, and some escaped from his lips to run down his chin, but he
swallowed, and the next spurt too.  His eyes were smiling, laughing, as he
accepted the last spurt and oozings of my cock, and we lay there while my
cock became limp in his mouth.

   Later we opened the beer and he smoked a cigarette.

   'You don't smoke, Si?'

   'I never started.'

   'I've been meaning to give it up.  I think I will now.' He threw the
half-burned cigarette into a heap of brick rubble.  'There.  Like you now!'

   'This too!' I threw the newly opened packet deep into the bushes.

   'Your cock is big even when it's not hard.  I wish mine was big.'

   'I'm sure it is big for your age, Dermot.  And I like a little-boy cock,
especially when it's as straight and handsome as this.  It will be big when
you are grown up.  And I'll tell you the secret.  The more you use it the
bigger it will get, like any other muscle on your body.'

   'Like your biceps?' He gripped the muscle of my upper arm.  'Big like
your cock.'

   'Just like that.  Make sure you wank as often as you can.  Oh, and to
help you, you can have this.  I don't want it back.' I took the porn
magazine from my overalls pocket and slipped it, rolled up, into his
pocket. 'No, wait till you get home before you look at it.  And hide it
well!'

   'I've got somewhere safe.'

   'Good.  Now I've got to go back to work.  Tomorrow come round to the
front door of the workshop, and I'll show you round it.'

   'And some more fun?'

   'Oh yes, Dermot.  Oh yes.'

  
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   The next morning, a Friday, I found it difficult to concentrate on work.
I kept looking at the workshop clock, which of course moved slower each
time I looked.  Every few minutes my cock would harden as I thought of the
treat to come, and I dread to think how many coffees I drank.

   But suddenly, earlier than arranged, he was standing in the doorway, a
slim silhouette against the bright sun.  I wanted to kiss him but couldn't
in front of the open sliding doors with a constant stream of traffic
passing on the highway.

   'Is that yours?'

   He was looking at my near-completed "Fun-car".

   'Yes.  I build them and sell them.'

   'It's great!  Was it a VW once?'

   'Yup.  And a pick-up truck chassis, and a four litre Jaguar engine and
transmission.'

   'Jeez!  And the paintjob?'

   'Mine.  Though I borrowed the images from an artist called Rick Griffin.
The rich kid who ordered this fancies himself as a surfer, so he wanted
surfing stuff all over it.'

   'You wouldn't know its all different cars.  It looks just right.'

   'That's the main art of making them.  They have to weird, but look
right. And work too, of course.  I'll show you round.'

   Lord, how I wanted him, with his blonde hair, blue eyes and slender
tanned body.  If anything his denim shorts were more tattered than ever,
and I was sure I could see the bulge of a hard-on at his crotch, where the
blue had faded to near-white.  I shut the tall workshop doors, and it
seemed almost dark out of the bright sun.  Now I could kiss him, and I held
him in my arms, leaning so our lips could meet.  I felt his leg between
mine, and squeezed it between my thighs.  And, yes, I could feel his cock
hard against mine.I had taught him to kiss the day before, and his lips
were wide and wet, his tongue taking its turn to lick inside my mouth, his
mouth accepting my tongue.  We had our hands on each other's arses, mine
gripping his hard little butt, his stroking mine, through my working
overalls.

   'I wanted you so much, Dermot, I've been awake most of the night.'

   'Me too, Si.  And I had to jerk off three times thinking about it.'

   'Oh to be a boy again.  Three times and still hard now!  I'm afraid if I
had jerked off three times in the night it might not get hard now, even
with you as sexy as you are.'

   'I didn't know that.  Is that how it is?'

   'For everyone.  When we're boys we can come and come again.  For men
it's one, two or sometimes three times and that's it.'

   He laughed.  ,So it's not always good having a big, mansized cock!'

   'There are the pits, where I can get under a car, and the ramp for the
same sort of work.'

   'Lots of power tools.  And everything's so clean.  You expect a garage
to be all shitty with oil and stuff.'

   'Yup.  That's the welding shop, and that's the paint shop.'

   'You work all by yourself?'

   'For the moment.  I'll need to take another mechanic on soon, though.'

   It occurred suddenly to me that it had better not be too soon or it
might be awkward meeting my angelic suck-buddy!

   'Through there's my apartment.' I led him straight through to the
bedroom, of course.  I had not spent much on furnishing: most had to go on
the garage and tools, but I had treated myself to a king-sized bed, and
mirrors at the bedhead and in the ceiling.  He kicked his trainers off and
leaped onto the bed, laying, his mouth and eyes laughing, his legs open and
his hands behind his blonde head.

   'Great bed!' He bumped up and down on it.  'Bouncy!' I took off my boots
and socks and was stripping off my overalls.  My cock was standing, an
erection so strong it nearly touched my navel.  He raised his arse, and
slipped his shorts down, throwing them off the bed.  I stood looking at his
lean, bronzed body, his hard little cock accentuated by the whiteness of
his untanned belly, and the tiny golden triangle of his pubic hair leading
my eyes down to the hairless, very white little balls.  A dream!  A wet
dream!  I lumped down beside him, and we embraced again, naked body to
naked body this time.  I could see him in the ceiling mirror, and when our
eyes met there I knew he was looking at me too.

   After a few moments we came up for air.  'That book you lent me...'

   'Gave you.  I've got lots more, so keep it.'

   'Those guys.  There's one set of photos where one guy puts his cock up
the other's bottom.'

   'Yes.  Guys do that.'

   'I know, But does it hurt?  I mean is it nice?'

   'I like it.  For me it's the best.  It hurts a bit at first, but then
it's great.' I was stroking his bottom, so smooth and silky under my
work-calloused palm.

   'You do that?  I mean up you?  Or just you in someone?'

   'Both, Dermot.  Were you thinking about that while you jerked off last
night?'

   He grasped my cock.  'I was worried you would be too big for me.' His
hand ran up and down my shaft, lightly and teasing, before he grasped it
hard again.

   'You're lucky, Dermot, because I can make it so you will enjoy it.  Do
you want to try?'

   'Don't hurt me too much...'

   'I'll open you nicely first.  You'll see.  Now turn over on your belly.'

   I could sense the tension in him, and I caressed his thighs, and up onto
the white buttocks, as one calms an young animal by stroking it.  The
tautness in his thigh muscles went as he relaxed, and I parted his arse
cheeks, one hand on each satin-smooth buttock.  A delightful tight,
puckered, brown-pink rose appeared for my view.  I lay and rested my cheek
on the parted flesh.  I remember it felt cool to the touch, probably
because I was so hot.  Had it been Michael, I would have just pushed my
cock in relying on my precum as lubrication, but this virgin hole was worth
more care, infinite care.  I owed it to him and to all his lovers who would
follow me in enjoying such a lovely body.  I licked down his crease and
rested the tip of my pointed tongue right against his anus.  It gave a
nervous twitch, but he was not flinching away from me.  I slipped the tip
of my tongue into him, and rotated it, rimming him.

   He giggled.  'That tickles, but don't stop.  It's nice.'

   'Everyone likes to be rimmed.  See how sensitive your arse can be.  and
there's places sensitive like that inside too.'

   'Don't stop!' I cut the education and got back to one of my favourite
pastimes, especially if the arse is cute and hairless.  He seemed totally
relaxed now, and I felt under him.  He was nicely hard, enjoying it.  Time
to open him wider now.  I keep lube in the drawer of the bedside table (and
lots of toys too, but that's another story), and I squirted some between
his arsecheeks.  He wriggled as I slid my finger up and down his crease,
pausing each time it passed his arse to apply a bit of oily pressure there.
Now just the tip of my finger inside his anus, no further than the first
joint.  I could kiss him now!  Not moving my finger from his anus I lay
beside him and kissed him.  As our lips met and my tongue slipped into his
mouth I slid my finger right into him.  He gasped, and I felt his arse
contract a second, gripping the intrusive finger.  But it was all right: he
soon relaxed again, and I was gently finger-fucking him as we kissed and
whispered to each other.

   His prostate was small but I had found it, and each time my fingers
pressed there his hips rose to meet my fist.  He was ready, relaxed and
willing.  I lubed my knob quickly, and slipped my fingers out.

   'Don't stop!  It's good.'

   'This will be better!'

   I knelt between his legs, and slipped both hands under him to raise his
arse a bit: his little secret rose was pink now from the finger-fucking and
glistened with the oil.  I placed my knob on it and applied very light
pressure.  He groaned.

   'I like the feel of that.'

   'It's good, isn't it.'

   More pressure now, and my knob slipped into him.  He flinched and
yelled.

   'Stop!  That hurts.  Shit!  That hurts, Si.  Stop, please.'

   I remembered my own first time, and thought how if Father O'Brien had
stopped at that first moment when I too had protested, I might never have
learned the pleasure of being buggered.  So I took no notice of his protest
and gripped his hips hard to stop him wriggling away from me.  A gradual
slow push, and finally I was completely in him, my belly agaist his smooth
bum, my cock throbbing deep in his anus.  I kept him still with the weight
of my body over his back.  He was panting now, but not weeping.  I was glad
about that: I think I had probably cried the first time Father O'Brien had
me, twelve like Dermot.

   'The pain will go and it'll be good.'

   'Shit!  I hope so.'

   I felt the tight grip of his arse round my cock relax a bit, and slid it
out as far as the knob, and then in again.  No protests this time, so I
started to fuck him with long, slow, gentle sweeps.

   'Dosn't hurt now, Si.'

   I speeded up and shagged him properly now.  I felt under him and his
cock was hard!  He was enjoying it now.  I felt smugly pleased as I fucked
him: I had taught him to like it.  I wanted to see his face...

   'Turn over, Dermot!'

   I slid my cock out.'

   'Don't stop, Si.  Please!'

   'Just turn over.'

   There was sweat on his young brow, and a drop of cum in the eye of his
cock.  I bent his legs back and slid in again, his anus wide and welcoming
now.  He looked at me, blue eyes laughing with pleasure, a smile on his
face.  He closed his eyes as I renewed my fucking.

   'Jeez!  That's good.'

   'You're a lovely fuck, Dermot.  A beautiful boy-fuck.'

   I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I would not be able to
control it, not this first, so-exciting time.  I propped myself on one
elbow and held his hard little cock in my free hand.  I could feel it
twitching, and started to jerk it in rhythm with my thrusts.  I still had
some lube on my palm and it slid easily up and down.  His hips were rising
to meet each push now, and he was burbling on incoherently about how good I
was.

   'Jeez!  I'm coming!' A spurt of cum, bigger and whiter than I had seen
from him before, shot and landed on his chest as he lay there.  My hand
slid up and down easy through the oozing cum.  I started to come myself,
fucking hard and furious now, having no thought for the tender age of my
partner.  I was coming!  I could see his eyes on my face, and wondered a
second what he would make of that grimace that we all make as we come, that
I had seen on so many men's face as they fucked me.  I closed my eyes as my
cock spurted deep in him, once, twice, three great spurts, and my cock
moving even freer in him lubricated by the cum.

   I collapsed on him, and we rolled over embracing side-by side, me still
up him, cock throbbing, his arse contracting and relaxing.  Then a larger
contraction and my cock, half-limp now, was ejected.

   'Oooh!  That's nice'.  He meant, of course, the feeling of the cock
slipping out after sex, a feeling we all love.

   'We should shower, Dermot.  We're probably a bit shitty...'

   'Jeez!  That was good.  You said it would be, and it was.'

   In the shower I was getting hard again, my desire whipped up by soaping
his smooth young body.  I concentrated on his cute buttocks and crease, of
course, but his cock got its fair share of attention.  And he was making
sure my arse, balls and cock were absolutely clean...either that or
enjoying caressing me there.  He was hard again!

   'Do you want to fuck me, Dermot?'

   'Oh, can I?  Please,'

   'If lean forward and hold onto this, it ought to be about the right
height...'

   I felt his hands on my buttocks, and then his soap-lubricated little-boy
cock slide into me.  He fucked me in silence, gently at first, but with
increasing vigour as he got more and more excited.  He started slapping my
buttocks with open palms, something no-one could have taught him, but
increasing my own excitement.  I was wanking hard, my right hand sliding up
and down my soapy cock.

   'Yes!  Yes!  Yes!' He was coming.  The thought of being fucked by a
twelve year-old boy, his first fuck ever, was exciting.  It was that
thought as much as his little cock in me, or my own jerking off, that made
me come.  My spunk spurted against the white tiles just as he was coming
inside me.

   He slid out almost immediately.  Probably our position was difficult for
him to keep.  Later, when he fucked me in bed or on the floor, he would
stay up me for as long as he could, often staying hard and fucking me a
second time.

   The luke-warm water streamed over us as I embraced him.  'Thank you,
Dermot.  That was a lovely fuck!'

   'You liked it?  I'm so glad.' We kissed, and I could see the contented
look in his eyes.  I felt round his arse.

   'A O K there?'

   'Mmmm.' His tongue in my mouth again.

   Later, he pointed at my picture of Michael, hanging at the foot of the
bed.  'Is that one of your friends?'

   'That's my best mate, Michael.'

   He got up and stood in front of the photograph.  Michael was being
deliberately sexy, half turning so you could see his lovely, hairless chest
as well as his cute little butt.  His speedos were obscenely tight, but he
only made a small bulge in the scarlet silk.

   'He looks nice.  But it looks as if he's even smaller than me.'

   'He is, Dermot.  Must be what I'm into; smooth, slender bodies and small
cocks!'

   He laughed.  'I guess you are.'

   'Would you like to meet him?'

   'Does he fuck you?'

   'No, he doesn't fuck much.  He'd want you to fuck him though.  And suck
him.  Shall I ask him over tomorrow?  I usually go over to him on
Saturdays.'

   'I'd like that!'

   He came back to the bed and was stroking my chest as I phoned.  Michael
was in.  'Sorry to call you at work, I know I shouldn't, but there's
someone I'd like you to meet....  Dermot...He's just twelve, blonde,
blue-eyed, tanned and very, very good looking.'

   Dermot giggled, and rested his cheek on my cock, which amazingly was
showing signs of life again.

   '...Yes he certainly does.  Just now in the shower....yes, a good seeing
to...ok then I'll expect you about 1p.m. ...Byee, lover.'

   'You got all that?'

   'He's coming over at one o'clock tomorrow and wants me to fuck him.'

   'Right!'

   'We can do it again now.  Both hard!'

   'Best to suck this time.  Don't want to wear that tight little arse out,
do we?  Come here, Dermot....



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