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 Young Jimmy's Education.  By (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   The room had a faintly middle-eastern appearance with cushions and low
divans on the polished wood floor.  A low, polished wood cupboard had
oriental ceramic bowls and jugs on it, probably persian, and on the walls
were various ancient-looking swords, daggers and long-barrelled guns.  The
room was dominated by a huge low bed covered in scarlet satin, itself
furnished with several cushions.

   Two men sat very close side-by-side on one of the low sofas watching the
show on a white fur rug in front of them.  One was a slender, silver-haired
white man, the other a younger, stocky Arab-looking man.  They were wearing
matching silk dressing gowns, rather feminine for such masculine-looking
men, the white man in scarlet, the arab in white.

   Another man entered, tall, well-built, naked, and bearing a silver tray
with two cups and saucers on it.

   'Your coffees, sir.'

   'Thank you Olivier.  Charming, aren't they?'

   Olivier looked with some pride at the two boys on the fur rug, kissing,
giggling and caressing each other.  His cock, already hard when he entered,
twitched at the sight.

   One boy, his own little Jimmy, was white and blonde, and he knew he was
just thirteen.  The boy had been twelve when olivier had found him, seduced
him, and presented his virgin bottom for his employer to enjoy.  His own
retirement fund had increased by some ten thousand that same day!  The
other boy was black, or rather a sexy brown and belonged to the owner of
this house, a close friend of his own employer.

   The two men drank the strong, hot coffee one gulp each and put the tray
on the floor, returning to the show in front of them.  Viagra-fuelled... 
all three men and both boys had swallowed a pill earlier...  both men had
erect cocks, making tents in their silk gowns.  The arab placed his hand on
the white man's cock and was immediately rewarded by a hand on his own
crotch.  The butler stood behind the sofa where he could see the men and
the boys.

   The little black boy smiled at his owner and then reversed on the mat so
he could take Jimmy's cock in his mouth.  Arms and legs intertwined as they
started a pretty sixty-nine; the room filled with the sound of slurping and
kissing.

   'Pretty little chap, your Jimmy!  Where did you find him?'

   'Olivier seduced him and handed him to me as he always does, virgin but
eager.'

   'He is a faithful servant, your butler....'

   Like all rich and powerful men they were happy to discuss a servant as
if he was not present....

   'He is well-rewarded, and of course he has the pleasure of the boy's
body too once I have enjoyed his virginity....  But where did you find your
little beauty, Sallah.  He seems to have a lot of European or Arab blood.'

   'I like them like that, Stanley.  His parents, who sold him to my man,
were both black, but you are right, those features and the brown skin show
a white man got between the sheets some time in the past!  Lovely little
boy, and I am very fond of him.  You'll see he's very eager and has skin
like silk.'

   'Fuck him, Kwame.  Show my friend what you can do.'

   Giggling the two boys broke off their oral sex and Jimmy lay on his
back. Ever the dutiful servant and enjoying this task, Olivier was round
the sofa with his bottle of lubricant, first oiling his Jimmy's anus, and
then making Kwame's penis glisten.  It was uncut, and the foreskin skinned
off his purple knob as Olivier applied the slippery oil.  The servant knew
that some time, probably tomorrow morning when his employer had satisfied
himself, he would enjoy that new cock in his mouth, and his cock dripped
precum onto the floor in anticipation.

   Jimmy grinned his heart-warming smile at his friend and mentor, who
returned behind the two men, raised his legs so his anus was easily
available, and spread his arms to welcome this new fuck-buddy.

   This trip had been a surprise: Jimmy had been expecting the usual night
in Mr Marchant's bed with the alibi of his sleepover with the (mythical)
son of the house Edward.  But instead, after the usual thorough enemas, he
had been driven by Olivier in Mr Marchant's Bentley far out into the
country to Mr Sallah's house, where there was to be a small party.  He was
part of the entertainment, and was really looking forward to some variety
in his young sex-life.  Mr Sallah was very handsome he thought, though he
had not yet seen him naked, and Kwame was a jolly, happy, and fit boy.

   So he was a happy lad as he raised his legs and opened his arms to
receive Kwame, who was obviously experienced as his cock entered the boy's
bottom "no hands", just a slight pressure, a push, and then the feeling. 
Not as good as an adult cock, of course, but very nice as their mouths and
tongues met and the boy started to shag him.

   'Don't cum yet, Kwame.  Stop before you cum and let the boy have your
bottom a while....'

   This was a rare treat for Jimmy whose anal sexual experience was to date
entirely limited to receiving cock and cum, but he certainly knew how it
was done, and after Olivier had lubed the kneeling boy and greased Jimmy's
cock, he went at it with all the vigour of a teenage lad, and a novice too.

   But not for long, as Mr Sallah clapped his hands...

   'Don't cum, boy: I will want your boy-juice later.  Now in fact.'

   He turned to his friend and accomplice.

   'Separate beds as usual, my dear Stanley, but we will all meet together
at ten for breakfast and a group orgy.  Two of my own little boys will join
us, and I hope you will too Olivier.'

   'You are too kind, sir...'

   'You have a body to grace any male-party, Olivier, and tonight you will
find a little boy called Abdul already warming your bed in your usual room.
He is very pretty, and very eager to meet you.'

   His employer smiled at him.

   'You may go to your love nest now, Olivier.'

   'Thank you sir.'

   He left the room thinking the fringe benefits of this job were
remarkably good!

   'You will find Kwame is trained now in all the arts, my dear Stanley,
and use him as you will.....but don't mark his flaWless skin!  You will
find some new sissy-boy clothes and shoes, and a girlie nightdress in the
drawer under the bed if you feel like dressing the boy.  One of my little
boys will bring your coffee and viagra pills for you and Kwame at eight
thirty; he's a Ukrainian and still has not much English but is a compliant
and willing little fellow if you are still feeling horny after a night with
Kwame.  You will have plenty of time to enjoy him if you want before
breakfast by the pool as usual.  And now it just remains to kiss you
goodnight and wish you a pleasant few hours....

   Jimmy watched as the two men embraced, and realised that Mr Marchant was
not just interested in teenage boys.  It crossed his mind to wonder if Mr
Marchant and Olivier.....but he dismissed the idea as unlikely.

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

   In yet another lavishly furnished bedroom, Mr Sallah had proved himself
a considerate, skilled and surprisingly affectionate lover.  He had simple
tastes: all he had wanted was the boy's cum in his mouth....  several
times, and to fuck his arse in as many positions as possible.....  several
times.
Eventually, Mr Sallah had dimmed the light and gone to sleep.  Jimmy
looked at him, laying flat on his back, chest rising and falling and
thought what a handsome man he was, despite his cock being limp now. 
Strange how his cock was a darker colour than his golden-brown chest and
thighs....  Mr Marchant had once mentioned "friends".  Jimmy hoped they
were all as handsome and fit as Mr Sallah!  As he lay awake in the soft
light, his balls empty now of cum but his bottom filled with it, he thought

how lucky it had been that afternoon when he had wanted a piss....

  
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   Jimmy used the same route to school every morning: bus from outside his
house to the station and then the train into the city.  It was only a ten
minute walk from the mainline station to his school, and if all went well
the whole journey took about forty minutes, and a bit less back in the
afternoon.  He could have gone to the local secondary school in his suburb,
but ambitious and religious parents wanted him to attend the Church High
School in town, which had a good academic reputation as well as a
distinctly old-fashioned attitude towards morality.

   The afternoon this story and his new life began he realised as he walked
from the school to the station he wanted a piss: there would be no toilets
on the little commuter train and in any case by the time he got to the
station he was bursting.

   He had been told by his parents, and in an adress to the whole of the
new intake of boys by one of the dog-collared teachers that he should stay
away from the public lavatories in the station and elsewhere though all had
been vague as to precisely why he should, but needs must so he scampered
across to platform three and into the toilets, and at last experienced that
relief every male knows as after desperately undoing his flies he was able
to take his cock out and direct a stream into the urinal.

   It was a long piss!  The urinal next to him immediately became occupied
by a tall guy in a charcoal grey suit.  He did not seem to be pissing. 
Probably he was finding it difficult to start: sometimes Jimmy himself
found it difficult to urinate in public.  Out of the corner of his eye he
looked across and was astonished to see the man's cock erect, and that he
was stroking it, as Jimmy had recently learned to do.  It was huge, and
fascinating.

   Olivier looked sideways at the boy, a dream in his neat school blazer
with its gold and red silk-threaded badge, and his carefully creased grey
shorts, and above all the prettiest little cock just being shaken to get
rid of the last drops.  He turned half towards the boy to show him his own
rampant weapon.

   He saw the boy turn his head and look closely, and then the boy looked
up at him....  a shy smile crossed the boy's face.

   Jimmy thought the man looked nice, and if he had a boner that was not
surprising: Jimmy knew that a boner could happen at any time and there was
nothing a twelve year-old boy could do about it.  He guessed it would be
the same for a grown-up.  Jimmy also knew it was difficult to piss with a
boner, and guessed too that was why the man was not urinating.  As their
eyes met the man gave a lovely smile.  He looked nice, well-dressed,
well-groomed, very handsome, and good-humoured.
At that moment a guy in uniform stepped up to the urinal on the boy's
left.  A Transport Policeman.  As he started to unleash his stream of urine
the nice-looking guy on the right hurriedly pushed his boner back in his

pants and left.

   Jimmy zipped up and left too.

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

   Standing by the newspaper kiosk Olivier saw the boy emerge from the
toilets, look at his watch, and wander over towards the kiosk himself,
clearly with some time to spare.  The Railway Cop also emerged and walked
fast towards their office on a remote platform: good!  It had been mere
coincidence that the cop had appeared next to the boy, and he had not
spotted Olivier ....  or his erect penis.

   Jimmy had seen the smart looking guy standing by the little shop and
again thought the man looked nice.  He stood quite close to him, and was
not disturbed when the guy took a couple of steps till next to him and
smiled that wonderful smile again.

   'Did you like what you saw just now?'

   Jimmy knew he should just ignore the man, walk away.  But he had liked
what he saw, the man was smiling so happily, and his voice was nice and
soft with a slight, interesting accent.  He smiled shyly, that devastating
little-boy glow, and almost whispered..

   'Yes....'

   'Would you like to see it again, see it more.'

   Still smiling the boy nodded assent....

   'I live very close here, and we could show each other safely there....
Do you like beefburgers?  We could pick up some Big Macs and take them to
my place.'

   Jimmy knew he should not go....parents and school had often lectured him
on "stranger danger", but this man looked respectable and nice.  Exactly
what the "danger" was had never been made clear and the boy imagined it had
something to do with robbery or violence: this man was obviously not
dangerous like that!  And the real clincher was the Big Mac: Jimmy loved
them, and all the more because his mother was vegetarian and it was rare
for him to taste beef!  Meat was forbidden, and all the more tempting to a
twelve-year-old for that: it would be two forbidden things, a Big Mac and a
stranger's house.

   'I'd like that....'

   Olivier's heart leaped: he would have this blonde beauty.  The really
difficult and potentially dangerous part, the first approach, was over and
successful!

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

   It was a big, four-story townhouse in a quiet square with ornate
railings and ancient plane-trees surrounding the mown grass.  The
impression of dignified elegance was even greater when they mounted granite
steps and entered a tall, wide hallway with oil paintings and a marble
statue of a naked man on a plinth at the end.  Jimmy thought the statue's
cock was small...  not like Olivier's he had glimpsed in the toilets!

   Clutching their brown paper bags they made their way through a richly
furnished room into a kitchen where Olivier sat the boy down at a long,
scrubbed table and sat beside him.

   They ate their burgers and drank the cokes in silence.

   Finally....

   'That was good.  Now I'll show you mine again.'

   Astonished but excited, the boy watched as Olivier undressed, shoes and
socks first, then his suit jacket and trousers which he humg up in a
cupboard.  then it was his tie and shirt: Jimmy thought his broad shoulders
and barrel chest very handsome, especially the black hair with just a few
grey ones and his big nipples, nearly hidden by hair.  Olivier stood a
moment in his blue and white striped boxer shorts and Jimmy could see his
muscled, hairy thighs and that he had a big bulge, a boner.

   Olivier was amused and encouraged when he saw the boy lick his lips, not
conscious at all of this sexual give-away.  What the poker player would
call a "tell".

   He pulled the shorts down and kicked them away, to stand stark naked,
cock magnificently erect and pointing at Jimmy.

   Jimmy felt his heart beating in a way it seldom did, and his own cock
was hard as well as he stared at the tall, veiny prick and dangling,
big...very big balls with their forest of dense black hair as well.  There
were two boys in his class who were "cut" and like all the boys they were
sometimes sporting boners in the showers after Games, so the sight of
Olivier's knob flaring red with no foreskin was not altogether a surprise
to the boy: just the size of the knob, and indeed of the shaft too.

   Olivier took the few steps towards the boy and pulled him upright from
the chair.

   'You now, Jimmy.  I've shown you mine.  It's only fair.'

   Experienced in the arts of seduction Olivier knew that an appeal to a
teenage boy's sense of fairness would over-rule any fear or residual
modesty or discretion, and the boy did not protest as his seducer pulled
his tie off and unpopped the buttons on the boy's white school shirt.  He
was naked beneath it.  And hairless.  Ands beautiful with flawless
milk-white skin and pretty little pink nipples.

   His belt now.  The zip.  Shorts down to reveal the bulge of the boy's
hard-on in his gleaming white little-boy y-fronts.

   Joy!  The boy was excited too!

   Pulling these down he saw the boy's cock for the second time, but nicely
erect now: he was not circumcised and the pink knob just peeped out from
white foreskin.  Hard, his cock was perhaps a bit larger than most boys of
his age and one day he would doubtless be well-hung.  But just now it was
the size Olivier, and even more importantly his employer most desired:
perhaps four inches long and slender, white like the boy's body, and
hairless like the tight, crinkly ball-sack.  Olivier could see the shape of
the boy's balls, small, round like little eggs.  He longed to handle
Jimmy's crown jewels, to comb his fingers through the little triangle of
golden curls, but knew this might scare the boy away.  Softly softly
catchee monkey was the motto of this seducer.  Long practise had taught him
the need for a gradual approach.  In fact he had moved today with unusual
speed already.

   He moved a chair so it was facing Jimmy's and they both sat down again.

   Jimmy watched in awe as the man rubbed his cock in the movement familiar
to the boy.

   'Do you do this, Jimmy?  In bed at night, do you like to do this?'

   Again that disarming smile and the soft, gentle voice.

   Jimmy, like all twelve year old boys was ashamed and guilty about
masturbating and hesitated.  But his hand was on his cock now, and he was
running his fist up and down it so might as well admit it.

   'Yes, sometimes.'

   That was only half true.  In fact he did it every night and every
morning!

   Olivier could hear the defensive tone in the boy's voice and knew he was
feeling shame.

   'Whatever else, Jimmy, don't feel guilty about it.  Every boy and in
fact every grown-up male too jerks off.  Believe me.  It's so good it would
be stupid not to...'

   'Every?  Like all of us?'

   'All of us...'

   Jimmy digested this news.  He just knew his mother and father would blow
a fuse if they caught him, and the other boys at school reserved the word
"wanker" as their ultimate insult: but this nice, open, honest guy said
everyone did it.  That was reassuring, and eyes fixed on Olivier's body and
especially his cock and balls the boy started to feel the familiar pleasure
until he came.  Just a little dribble of cum down the shaft, but all the
more pleasing to Olivier for the confirmation the boy was feeling orgasm
and even producing a drop of cum.

   Olivier would have loved to handle the still-hard cock, to lick up the
boy-juice, but knew that pleasure would need to be postponed.  He enjoyed
the boy's body with his eyes only and he came, a great spurt of cum over
his chest and up onto his face too.  The second spurt hit his belly and
chest, and then his cock twitched as it oozed yet more cum.  The black hair
of his chest was steaked white, and a blob dripped over his lips onto his
chin.

   He knew he was a heavy cummer....

   'Jeez!  So much!'

   'That's semen: all men make it and it needs to be released.  Not good to
keep it bottled up....  Feels good too,'

   'I don't make much....'

   'That's because your balls are still growing, Jimmy: that's where semen
is made.  When you're grown-up you'll make buckets like me!'

   He had some cum on his fist and he raised it to his lips and licked it
off.

   'Yuck!'

   To Jimmy it was just another bodily fluid and to be avoided!

   'It's nice, Jimmy.  Hasn't got much taste, but feels lovely and silky in
my mouth.'

   He found one of the splashes on his face, transferred the cum to his
index finger, and sucked that a moment.

   'I love it!'

   The boy was silent, digesting the new data.

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

   The next afternoon, Olivier was standing by the newspaper kiosk at
school's-out time wondering if the boy would reappear.  He would let the
boy approach him this time, testing the boy's eagerness, his committment.

   In fact Jimmy was five minutes earlier and walking fast, a good sign. 
The boy was keen for more!

   'Hi Jimmy.  Beefburgers again?'

   'Yes, please Olivier.'

   The boy's smile was less shy now, less retiring and wholly sexy!

   In the kitchen again Olivier immediately undressed without comment,
prompting Jimmy to do the same.  Both had erect cocks when they sat down.

   The day before they had eaten their fast-food in silence.  Today the boy
chattered happily: clearly he had entirely accepted the older man as a
friend, as he told him about his school, home, and even that he had not
jerked off this morning, though he had wanted to.

   'I wanted to see if I could store up a bit of semen....'

   'No need to do that, Jimmy!  The more you do it the better it gets. 
Believe me.'

   Asked what he imagined when he wanked he blushed and gave that shy smile
again , silent until hesitantly.....

   'Sometimes it's Mrs Hodgson opposite or her daughter.  I once saw her
without her bra in the evening in her room with the light on.  Sometimes
it's pictures I cut out from magazines.'

   'Girls?'

   'Yes, but handsome men too, fit ones with good bodies.  And now I know
what their cocks must look like when they're hard.  Like yours....'

   Olivier pushed the debris of the meal away and moved his chair so he was
again facing the boy, both of them masturbating.  Now was the time for the
first really crucial move.  He reached forward....

   'Let me do that for you, Jimmy.  You just sit back and enjoy it.  It's
great if someone does it for you.'

   Tentatively he held the boy's cock a moment, then cradled his hairless
balls in his left hand and started to jerk the boy off with his right.  No
protests.  Just that lovely smile, and then as the orgasm built the boy
closed his eyes and stretched his legs out.  There was more cum this time
but only a tiny spurt.  The boy opened his eyes and saw his new friend lick
the boy-juice from his hand.

   'OK?'

   'That was great, You're right it's better if someone does it for you. 
And I came thinking about your cock.'

   How good it would be to take the boy's cock, still hard, into his mouth.
But "softly softly".....

   'Touch mine, now, Jimmy.  I think you want to.'

   Jimmy had wanted to do this from the very first, and he now realised
that even when he had first seen it in the toilets he had wanted to feel
it. Tentatively he reached out across the inches between them and gently
touched Olivier's cock: it felt warm to the touch.  He grasped it, and like
his own but also different it felt like steel on the inside and soft silk
on the outside.  As the man stretched his legs out luxuriously Jimmy
started to rub it up and down, concentrating on the front of the shaft:
that was where his own was most sensitive and he guessed it would be the
same for Olivier.

   He was right.

   Very soon the legs became tense and his heels lifted from the floor. 
Olivier grasped the boy's head and held it over the cock, but not pressing
it down to enter his mouth.  And came!

   Two great spurts of cum hit the boy on his face, temples, and his chest,
the white dripping down all over him.  He continued rubbing till Olivier
thanked him and told him he did it so well but must stop a bit now.

   Jimmy was very aware cum was dripping from his face over his lips and he
licked at it with his tongue stuck right out.

   Enthralled, Olivier watched as the boy licked again, and then licked the
cum from his hand.

   The boy was hooked!  Next time it would be full on oral sex.

   As for Jimmy, he now implicitly believed and trusted the more
experienced and wise adult: everything he had said was true.  The cum was
nearly tasteless and it did feel slippery, silky and nice in his mouth. 
After the first tentative lick, he scooped it from his face and chest and
licked his fingers clean.  And he had been right about it being better with
another guy doing the wanking while you just lay back and enjoyed it.

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

   Saturday and Sunday, no school and no Big Macs!

   But Monday afternoon Olivier was there again, and the boy almost ran
over to him, happy and smiling.  Olivier greeted him with a hug....  the
sort of fleeting father-son embrace that attracted no special attention but
had much more meaning for the two of them than for any curious commuter or
more to the point prying eyes in front of cctv screens.  Olivier intended
both of them to taste more than just burgers and cokes!  He was, however,
well aware of the omnipresent cctv and kept the hug brief, and chaste: no
hands wandering to bottom or crotch much as he would have liked that.It was
ok to ruffle the boy's hair affectionately of course.

   For his part, Jimmy was doubly happy to see Olivier so happy.  Gone all
those doubts about burgers and coCk-play.  Both had become and accepted
part of the daily routine, a forbidden part perhaps but all the better for
that...  get up, school, Big Macs, cocks.....

   'Beefburgers again?'

   'Please.....  and the rest!'

   'Cheeky!  Come on lets get the Big Macs and back to my place quick.'

   Both were eager to get naked, and to see the other naked again after the
long two days' absence.

   'I didn't stop wanking like you said I shouldn't: I hope there's still
some semen in me!'

   'That well is never quite dry, Jimmy, and we'll soon see.  Let's leave
the burgers and I'll heat them up later, feed the inner man after some
exercise!  Let's see if you still have some cum in those pretty little
balls.'

   Shamelessly he cupped the boy's tight, crinkly ball-sack and gave it a
very gentle squeeze.

   In fact Jimmy had wanked the night before having taken off his pyjamas
because nakedness was closer to his afternoon experiments and had surprised
himself by the amount of cum he had produced, a proper spurt right up onto
his chest.  He had then stood in front of the mirror admiring the sight of
cum in a stream and small blobs on his white body.  Olivier had been right
as usual: the more you used it the more it made!  He had then gathered some
on his finger to taste it, and again he found he still liked the silky
texture, though the cum was cold by now.  He thought it would be better hot
from Olivier's cock and was really looking forward to it splashing on his
face again.  He would try to catch some next time!

   He had not exactly told the truth just now.  Despite a raging and urgent
hard-on following exciting dreams of being cuddled by big strong men,
including impossibly his own, seldom seen and severely puritanical (if
seldom home) father, despite this desperate need he had not wanked off in
the morning, hoping his balls would produce a proper spurt again for
Olivier.  He wondered if he was in love with this nice gentleman: that
feeling of tightness in his chest, and the way a pulse beat in his forehead
when he thought about him....  surely that was love?

   Anyway, the prospect of sex, cock, cum was even more enticing by now
than the forbidden food of beef!  So Jimmy was more than content to go
along with Olivier's obvious urgency.

   This time, Olivier led the boy by the hand into a small room beside the
kitchen.  The only furniture was a double bed, but presumably the sliding
mirrors hid wardrobes and drawers.  Jimmy thought it strange living in such
a big, luxurious house but sleeping in such a spartan room: the thought
soon disappeared as he lay on the bed, joined by Olivier.

   The embrace was passionate, with open mouths and tongues and both
feeling the newness of their partner's body.  Olivier revelled in the
hairless, scarcely muscled but nicely firm body of the boy, his cute little
bum, his to-die-for peaches and cream face, blue eyes, his ever-hard
cocklet.  Jimmy was fearlessly stroking hairy chest and thighs, feeling the
amazing strength and hardness of biceps and six-pack, and above all the
so-masculine erect cock.

   But it was not a long kiss, as Olivier wanted the boy's cock, wanted to
suck till the boy came.  This was another moment of danger as the lad might
be revolted.  He need not have worried: Jimmy was amazed, but as soon as he
registered the warmth, wetness and the feel of tongue and lips on his cock
he was won over.  It was delightful.  Olivier was gently pulling at the
skin of his ball-sack too, and the whole was incredibly sexy.  so sexy he
was coming.

   He had to warn Olivier especially as he was now, probably, producing
semen....

   'I'm gonna cum!'

   At that, Olivier pushed his head right down so his nose rested in the
golden triangle of pubic hair, held the boy secure in place hands on each
of his hips, and fluttered his tongue on the most sensitive part at the
front, just under the glans.  All the while sucking.

   The reward for this dedication to the art of fellation was indeed a
proper little jet of boy-juice that he allowed to swill around his mouth a
bit before swallowing it.  It seemed Jimmy was not a lad whose cock went
sensitive after orgasm, and the boy was content to stroke his seducer's
hair while his cock twitched in his mouth.  He looked in the mirror and the
scene of big, hairy man, and slender white-smooth boy was close to Jimmy's
dreams of the night before.....  so, so sexy!

   'See!  You had a lot of cum!'

   'I like the word "cum" more than "semen".  Some guys call it "spunk".'

   'I know Americans who call it "jizz", but I prefer "cum" too.  Whatever,
my boy, that was a proper spurt you gave me.  Lovely.  Kiss me again.'

   Jimmy knew the man's mouth had been full of cum, but there was no taste
there: perhaps he could sense a sort of slippery with his tongue when he
stuck it in the man's mouth, but he was not sure.
'I'd like to suck you.  May I, Olivier?  Please....  I was thinking

about your cum all weekend, and the taste of it.'

   No response was needed except a gentle pressure pushing the boy's body
down the bed till his head was against Olivier's rampant cock.

   Jimmy lifted his head to admire it and close up like this could see the
heavy blue veins running up it, and the seepage of pre-cum from its eye. 
He lowered his head and tentatively licked at the precum....  no taste but
slippery and when he moved back a thin thread joined his tongue to that
eye. He moved a bit more and the transparent thread broke.  Now he was sure
he wanted to suck it, but he started by kissing the angry-red knob and the
licking the length of the front of the cock: this was where his own was
most sensitive and he guessed it would be for Olivier.

   He was right as the man groaned in pleasure.

   Perhaps there's some taboo about taking another's dick in your mouth:
whatever the reason Jimmy hesitated.  Olivier spotted this and made that
appeal to a teenage boy's sense of fair play, a ploy that had worked a few
days before and in fact always worked in his long experience of seduction.

   'Come on Jimmy.  Fair's fair.  I sucked yours, now you suck mine....'

   This was martialling the most powerful argument, and above all one that
parents, school, authority in general had hammered into the boy almost from
birth.  "It's only right you should".....

   So he did!

   He had to stretch his mouth wide, but once the knob was in it was easy.
And, surprisingly, it felt good: strange, but somehow right as well.  It
was nice.  He cupped those heavy balls in one little, white hand, while the
other grasped the root of the cock.  He knew the full length would touch
his throat and make him gag, and without thinking much about it took this
precaution.  Tonguing along the shaft had been good for him, so he
fluttered his tongue against it as he bobbed his head up and down, exactly
as Olivier had served him minutes earlier.

   Olivier's strong hips started to move up and dow, and now he was holding
the boys head still while he shagged his mouth....  that hand still in
place.

   Jimmy pulled gently at the hairy ball sack and felt the man's whole body
tense.

   The flood of cum into his mouth was startling, but not scary or anything
other than exciting, proud-making.  He swallowed and swallowed, feeling the
slippery, silky fluid coating his mouth as he did so.  More came, and then
the hips and cock were still except for some twitchings.  He pulled his
mouth away from the cock, saw a few drops still oozing and licked that
clean, and then kissed his lover on the lips.  Open-mouthed, Olivier's
tongue explored inside the boy's mouth, tasting his own cum there.  The
oral experiment had been a hundred percent success, and both knew it.

   Olivier just knew the boy would be back for more.

   'The inner man now, Jimmy: I'll re-heat the burgers and do a few chips
as well.'

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

   Olivier was concerned that the bloody cctv camera, or some prurient
Transport Cop might spot him eventually meeting his toy-boy every
afternoon. Olivier might be ordinary enough in his dark suit, but the boy
was spectacularly beautiful and many an eye would follow him as he crossed
the concourse.

   So he persuaded Jimmy to come straight to the house the next day.

   'I'll fry up some sausages instead of burgers.  Pork or beef?'

   The boy was on time, of course, eager for some more cock and cum.  The
beef sausages were an added incentive, but it was that cock that made him
scamper down the street to the imposing house.

   Olivier let him in quickly....didn't want him waiting too long on the
steps...  and they undressed immediately.  And so to the simple bed!

   Olivier was certain the time was right for some anal play: the boy was
compliant and had learned to trust Olivier as a teacher and all-round nice
guy.  So it was time to start sampling the pleasures of his cute little-boy
bottom!

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

   A couple of hours or so later Jimmy was sitting beside Olivier at the
kitchen table, pensive as he ate his way through a great plate of succulent
beef sausages and enough chips to satisfy even a teenage boy's appetite.

   Pensive because he realised that only a week ago he had been an
ignorant, rather silly little boy.  Was it only last Thursday that he had
his first glimpse of an erect adult penis?  It seemed impossible he had
learned so much about the pleasures he could feel, and the delights his
young body could offer to the adult male.  He loved all the kissing and
fondling: he loved cock and the taste of spunk: and now he had learned a
great secret about his own body, about his bottom, and probably every other
male's bottom, whether man or young boy.
They had undressed quickly as routine now but still heart-thumping
exciting, and gone straight to the bed, where there was some kissing and
cuddling to warm up....  though both had hard cocks, and indeed Jimmy's had
been stiff since half way through Chemistry....  the last lesson of the
school day.  Then, as expected, Olivier had turned round on the bed.  But
he had not gone for Jimmy's cock!  Astoundingly for the boy, he had raised
one of Jimmy's legs to bare his arsehole, and had kissed it with a long,

wet, open-mouthed kiss.

   Olivier had at last reached the eldorado of his week long quest, the
little lad's anus.  Prettily pink and puckered like some fragile bloom, it
was tight, virginally closed.  He licked it, kissed it open-mouthed,
penetrated with his pointed tongue.  The boy was silent but giggled when
the tongue forced its way in....

   Jimmy was astonished and for a moment thought it was gross for a man to
want to kiss, even lick and suck an arsehole.  But it felt so good...  and
tickled.  He could feel the roughness of the man's cheeks on the tender
skin of his bottom and thighs.  He giggled, and deliberately raised his
bottom a bit when Olivier turned him over on his belly to really penetrate
his anus with probing tongue.  The boy could feel strong hands holding his
buttocks apart and wriggled his hips with pleasure.  He could not touch his
cock, pressed into the mattress, but knew it was hard....

   Then the rimming stopped and after a pause Jimmy felt a cool liquid
sprayed on his bottom-hole.  He turned his head and saw Olivier had a sort
of scent spray and had squirted it into the boy's arse-crease.

   Olivier, like his employer, favoured "baby oil" rather than KY or
vaseline as it was super-slippery and stayed that way, did not stain if
drops got loose, and above all was odourless and tasteless so did not spoil
the lovely scent and taste of boy-bottom.

   He turned the boy on his side again and lay tight up against him, one
arm between them, the other over the boy, resting on his chest and pulling
him very close.

   'Oooh!'

   Jimmy had felt something pushed into his bottom....  nothing had ever
entered before, not even a thermometer!

   'It's just my finger,' Olivier whispered direct into the boy's ear. 
'Now don't touch your cock for a few minutes and I'll show you something
wonderful.....'

   In fact Olivier had stealthily slid two fingers into the boy, pausing a
moment as the anal sphincter tightened on them, and then when it relaxed
again feeling for the boy's prostate.  There it was!  Small of course but
the boy had some pubic hair and was even making cum so this would work
quickly!

   He started the much-practised massage, pressing and rubbing Jimmy's
prostate while stretching his anus.

   'It feels funny!  What are you doing.  Olivier?'

   'Shhh!' he whispered.  'Just close your eyes and enjoy the feeling.'

   He resisted the temptation to lower his free hand from the boy's belly
where it now rested, and feel to see if the Jimmy's cock was still hard. 
He wanted to make a point to the boy....  that he could cum without
touching his cock at all, a purely anal orgasm.

   As for Jimmy, the sensation was strange, new, but good.  And he could
feel Olivier's hairy chest against his back, his hand on his belly, his
lips on his neck as he whispered in his ear.  He closed his eyes.  And,
quite suddenly found he was cumming!

   'Jeez!  I'm cumming!'

   The anal masturbation continued, but now Olivier allowed himself to feel
for the boy's cock, just in time to feel the jet of boy-juice.....

   After a moment or two to recover, he turned the boy on his back again,
his fingers still up his bum.

   'How did you do that, Olivier?'

   'There's a place inside your bottom which is very sensitive: we've all
got it though a lot of men and boys don't know about it.'

   ' More fools them, I say!  That was bigger even than when you suck me,
and you didn't even touch my cock.  Jeez!'

   Three fingers in the boy now, satisfactorily "opened", and ready for the
boy to suck him off now.  It was as good a sucking as the day before, and
Jimmy eagerly swallowed every drop, even licking the shaft and glans
completely dry of cum.

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

   The next few afternoons now included anal fingering as well as
cock-sucking, and for Jimmy pleasure became accepted, established and
eagerly looked forward to: until:

   'I'm sleeping over at Edward's's place tonight, Mummy.'

   'Who's Edward?'

   'I told you last week, Mummy.  He's a new boy in my class and he's very
nice, good fun.'

   'You didn't tell me, I'm sure, Jimmy.'

   'I did, Mummy, before I went to bed last Monday.'

   She realised that she had probably been a bit drunk and it had not
registered.  Nowadays she took very little notice of the boy.  she felt a
bit ashamed....

   'Where does he live?'

   'In a big house near the school.  I've been there.'

   'But where?'

   'Not sure of the address, but I've got their phone number here.'

   He produced a grubby and folded scrap of paper with the number scribbled
in pencil.

   'I'll phone them now....  I expect they're getting ready for the school
day like us.'

   The phone only rang twice before.....

   'The Marchant residence.'

   The voice was dignified, deep and had a slight accent.

   May I speak to Mrs Marchant, please.'

   Mrs Marchant is not at home.  May I take a message?'

   'Oh, I'm Mrs Rodgerson and my son tells me he's sleeping over tonight.'

   'Ah!  Young Jimmy.  Mrs Marchant was so pleased that Young Master Edward
has found a friend so soon after their move to London, and such a
personable and well-mannered young man.'

   'Well, thank you for those kind words.  I'm glad he has behaved well.  I
just wanted to make sure it is not an inconvenience.'

   'On the contrary, Mrs Rodgerson: Mrs Marchant is very gratified he is
able to keep her son company.  It could be difficult for a new boy in an
established class.'

   'That's all right, then.  Can he be back here by noon Saturday?'

   'Knowing Master Edward, I expect they'll be awake chattering half the
night, but I'll try to get them out of bed in time.  I will drive Jimmy
home personally Saturday.'

   'That is very good of you.'

   'Not at all, Mrs Rodgerson: I am Mrs Marchant's Chauffeur as well as the
Butler.  We will expect Jimmy after school today.'

   'This will be Jimmy's first night away alone and I think it will be good
for him.'

   'I'm sure it will, Mrs Marchant.  It is all part of the process of
growing up.'

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

   She thought this was a gift from heaven: her new lover Henry would be
able to spend the whole night with her instead of their usual stolen hour
in a cheap hotel after work.  She would buy him a meal....  oysters
perhaps.....  give him one of her husband's viagra pills, and take him home
for a night of pleasure.  Perhaps this sleep-over could become a routine.
It was all very well being married to a war-hero, but he was always away in
some far-flung desert or mountains, and a girl needed her oats.

   'You didn't tell me they are wealthy....'

   'Oh, he's rich all right.......

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

   There would be no forbidden pork, lamb or beef today at least till after
the main course Olivier had planned.

   Little Jimmy turned up as usual after school, but this time was
clutching a small leather over-night case.  His mother had not wanted him
to use his battered rucksack, or worse still an Asda plastic bag when
visiting such wealthy new friends and had insisted he use her small, but
quite expensive and real leather over-night case.  Jimmy considered it
unnecessary....  as were the pyjamas he had to pack, but went along with
it. He knew Olivier would not give a toss about his luggage, and certainly
would not want him in pyjams!

   So it was straight to the simple bed and kneeling to receive the rimming
he had grown to like so much: he was, however, glad that he was not
required to lick Olivier's arse or to finger him.  He knew it would be only
fair if he were asked, but so far he had been spared that ordeal.

   Olivier rimmed him, penetrated with his tongue as usual, and then the
oil and three fingers.  But today the fingering only lasted a minute or two
and then stopped.

   Jimmy wriggled his bum.

   'Don't stop!'

   No reply, but instead something bigger and harder was pushed in: the boy
winced as his anus was stretched even more than usual, but the discomfort
was not enough to make him cry out.

   'What's that?'

   He turned his head as Olivier removed it and showed it to him, It was
bright blue, cone-shaped, and looked as if it was made of plastic.

   'It's a butt-plug, Jimmy.  It will stretch your bottom-hole nicely.'

   He sprayed some more oil on it and started to move it in and out a few
times before leaving it in place, turning the boy on his side again and
embracing him.

   Jimmy had got used to the even-fuller feeling in his arse and as ever
forgot everything in the passion of fondling and kissing.  Olivier was
relieved: Jimmy could take the butt-plug so he would eventually be able to
take adult cock.  Time to move on.

   'Did you crap this morning, Jimmy?'

   'Yes.  I always do every morning before leaving to school: the toilets
are terrible there!'

   'Good!  because I'm going to show you how we make ourselves squeaky
clean there so it's doubly nice for any man who wants to try....'

   Exactly what was to be "tried" was left unclear, but Jimmy supposed it
would be nicer to lick and tongue into an arse-hole that was "squeaky
clean".

   He allowed Olivier to lead him to the bathroom, the butt-plug still
snugly in his bottom.  Olivier found the sight of the wide, round, blue
flange of the dildo particularly sexy nestling between the boy's tiny,
smooth, white buttocks....  very suggestive.  His cock twitched: the boy
was a true delight!

   'We call this an anal douche', he said as he ran hot and cold water into
the sink, mixed it, tested it, added a bit more hot, and then filled the
pink plastic bottle, finally screwing in the long, white spigot.  He pulled
the butt-plug out, eliciting an "Aah" from the boy.

   'Bend over!'

   Jimmy was not particularly surprised when the nozzle was pushed gently
into his bottom.  After all, tongue, fingers and now the plastic cone had
all been there and it was obvious how his bottom was to be made "squeaky
clean".  It was quite fun really...  naughty like so much of his fun the
last two weeks, but sexy all the same.  And Olivier's cock was still erect
as was his own....  looked good in the long mirror.

   Jimmy felt the warm water fill his rectum as Olivier squeezed the bottle
until flat and empty, and the nozzle slide out as he removed it, putting it
into the sink with the butt-plug.

   'Now sit on the lavatory and hold it all in there as long as you can
till it gets real difficult and then let it all out.....'

   Jimmy was used now to doing what he was told and obeyed to the letter.
The liquid afterwards in the lavatory bowl was nearly clear and Olivier
announced no need to do it again this time.  He had the boy wipe his arse
with paper and then a clean face-cloth, and then led him hand-in-hand up
yet another wide staircase.

   If the ground floor had been luxurious, this part of the house was
nearly over the top!  The stair was ornate mahogany and half-way up in a
niche on the false-landing a marble statue of a beautiful boy: Jimmy did
not recognise it, but it was a marble copy of Michaelangelo's David...  the
near perfect boy-body.  Comparing the two Olivier realised just how
exceptionally lovely his new conquest was!  Naked boy pictures, some modern
but some clearly very old lined the walls.

   At the top of the stairs the true landing and a tall double-door. 
Olivier knocked and the two entered.

   Jimmy's eyes immediately took in the tall, willowy figure of a man
dressed in a long white silk dressing gown.  He smiled, but there was
something perhaps sad about his eyes: he was certainly handsome, Jimmy
thought, and was well-groomed with wavy, silver-grey hair, blonde at the
side-burns.

   Olivier introduced him as Mr Marchant, and Jimmy felt the firm grip of
the man's handshake, but felt suddenly shy as he saw the man's eyes move
from his face down to his cock, now unusually limp, and back to his face.
The man smiled again and still held the boy's hand.

   'You are indeed as beautiful as Olivier described to me.'

   'Thank you sir.'

   There was something commanding about the man that forced the word "sir"
from the boy, a term usually reserved for his teachers at school!

   'He is virgin as you promised, olivier?'

   'He is, sir.  I have tongued and fingered him and before douching him
just now I opened him with a medium butt-plug.'

   Mr Marchant had a connoisseur's eyes as he looked the boy over, head to
toe and back to head: not only a collector of statues and paintings of
boys, he was a lifelong collector of boys with an unequalled knowledge of
the beautiful male between the ages of ten and fifteen...  extremes these
as he knew that boys were at their most beautiful when 12 0r 13....  just
as Jimmy was.  Here the pretty triangle of fine gold hair drawing the eye
down to the graceful little cock, shyly limp or at best-half hard, so very
white with its crimson helmet just peeping out from the foreskin.  Down
then to the hairless ball-sack with its two so unbelievably tiny balls.  Up
now to his face, a peaches and cream complexion, blue eyes shyly downcast,
full, red lips in a timid smile.  Wavy blonde hair unfashionably long and
wavy, as one finds sometimes in upper-class boys from public schools, so
often well-schooled in the arts of male love, but here in a scion of
respectable middle-class parents who would be horrified to know their boy
was posing naked for an adult admirer.  Olivier turned the boy to show his
employer the cute little bottom....  the true centre of Mr Marchant's
attention, and the boy's white, flawless back ending in that so-suggestive
bum-crease.

   When Jimmy turned again Mr Marchant was removing his gown to reveal a
body wiry rather than willowy, small-boned but toned.  Oddly he was
hairless.....sun-tanned all over with no tan-lines, but no body hair around
his crotch, on his chest, and when he raised his arm removing the gown,
none in his armpit.  Jimmy had found Olivier's hairiness sexy, but he
realised this opposite extreme was sexy too, and especially the cock which,
sun-tanned like the rest, rose straight and firm to level with his belly
button on that flat, athletic belly.  He was not circumcised the boy saw,
and thought it would be nice to suck that glistening knob and slip his
tongue under the foreskin too as he had imagined when alone in bed at night
but never experienced for real.  Yet!  And if he shaved or waxed his bottom
too it might not be too bad to rim him.....

   It might even be better sex than with Olivier.....

   He was to find that both those pleasures were for later: just now Mr
Marchant had more urgent needs.

   Olivier and his employer held the boy hand-in-hand and they went through
another tall double door to a room dominated by a huge, canopied
four-poster bed with bright scarlet, shiny sheets.  Olivier placed the boy
in the kneeling position Jimmy immediately associated with the anal
masturbation and rimming he had been so looking forward to.  His head was
almost over the edge of the bed when the two men had adjusted him exactly
as they wanted him, the four hands on his body, stealing the most intimate
caresses, nipples, balls, cock, buttocks, anus, those long, slender
legs.... a feast of sensuality making the boy's cock stiffen nicely.... 
Both men were rock hard and Olivier's was dripping precum.

   Jimmy wriggled his bottom in invitation, but was about to get more than
he was offering....

   The familiar spray-bottle, or perhaps a similar one, was produced, and
while Mr Marchant knelt just behind the boy his man-servant oiled Jimmy's
bum.....the douche had of course removed the earlier application.  Jimmy
expected fingers again and was looking forward to an anal orgasm, but now
the oil was sprayed on Mr Marchant's cock, and olivier treated himself to a
couple of rubs up and down it to spread the lube before wiping his hands on
the white towel draped over the pillows.

   There was silence, almost the silence of a religious act as the kneeling
man shuffled up till close enough to the boy for his cock to be pressing
into the pretty bum-cleavage.  Jimmy felt a hand on each buttock as they
were pulled apart, and then the pressure of the man's knob on the outside
of his anus.

   This was nice!

   He raised his head from the satin and looked up: in the long mirror he
could see himself.....  and thought how sexy he looked like this....  and
the sun-tanned, slim body of the man kneeling behind him.  Those hands were
still holding his buttocks apart.

   It happened in an instant.  The man pushed and his knob entered Jimmy's
virgin bottom.  The man sighed.  Jimmy screamed.

   It hurt, not terribly, but enough to make him cry out.

   But Olivier was crouching by the bed and holding Jimmy's head in both
hands, whispering in his ear that the pain would soon pass and it would be
good....  better than fingers, really good!

   Mr Marchant had felt the boy's anal sphincter contract on his cock....
only a couple of inches up the boy as yet....  but then as Olivier
whispered to the lad to push out as if taking a crap, the contraction eased
and he was able to push in his full length till his thighs met the smooth
bottom.

   Olivier was right: the pain had gone, but the feeling of fullness,
tightness remained, at least until Mr Marchant pulled out as far as his
knob and the boy felt that as pleasure.  In again and they were fucking:
Jimmy could feel the now familiar pressure on his prostate, what Olivier
called his "p-spot", and it was communicating to his balls and cock.  He
found he was leaning back into Mr marchant's thrusts which were getting
more rapid and poerful, jabbing stabs.

   'Now Olivier.  he's ready for it!'

   Olivier had been standing by the side of the bed.  Now he stepped
closer, grasped the boy's head again, and thrust his cock into Jimmy's
mouth.

   Spit-roast, cock up his bum and another shagging his mouth.

   Frightening?  No!  Jimmy loved it.

   The cry this time was of pleasure as he came, squirting his boy-juice
wastefully onto the sheets.

   Olivier saw this and allowed himself to come too, filling the boy's
mouth with his hot cum.  As usual he pulled out quickly as Jimmy struggled
to swallow, and the boy was stupidly woried that he had soiled the lovely
satin sheet.

   'I've come all over your lovely bed.....'

   'Good boy!'

   Thrusting faster and harder than ever he knew he could not hold back any
longer and Mr Marchant let fly.  That virgin arse was suddenly filled with
hot, silky cum and the cock slid in and out even more freely, one jet of
cum with each thrust.

   Finally, finished, Mr Marchant pulled the boy over sideways so they were
laying side by side.

   'Will that be all, sir?'

   'Yes, thank you Olivier.  I'll call you in the morning.  this will be a
long night and I don't expect it will be early.....

   FIN for now.