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Archive name: rescuing.txt (M/m-teen)
Authors name: Alan H. (alan_hazelrigg@yahoo.co.uk)
Story title : Rescuing The Boy

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Rescuing The Boy (M/m-teen)
by Alan H. (alan_hazelrigg@yahoo.co.uk)

***

I discover passion and love for a boy in the warmth of 
my own home after rescuing him from a group of homophobic 
bullies.

***

I walk out of my local having spent a convivial night 
chatting with friends. I'm feeling happy and a little 
randy... some of the girls in there had been wearing the 
tiniest little skirts imaginable, their long legs, clad 
in sheer black tights are enticing. Although my cock is 
soft at the moment, I know that once I get home I'm going 
to need a wank before I can sleep. Just around the corner 
I hear a small cry and a crash, followed by a scuffling 
and yet smaller cries.

I hurry down the cul de sac and can make out three slight 
forms menacing another, even slighter form who they have 
pushed against the dustbins and are kicking the shit out 
of. I hear the words "puff" and "queer." They're not 
aware of me until I grab the nearest one, bowling him 
forwards into the dustbins and turn to face the other 
two. I know the type - bullies... I've always hated them. 

"Come on, then," I grit.... "Think you're hard?"

They think for a moment, then break and run for it, and 
are joined hastily by the third, discretion the better 
part of valour. I stoop to help the prone figure sobbing 
on the ground. I help him to his feet and can't help my 
breath catching as his eyes, blue and wide, meet mine. 

He's still frightened, and I sense that he thinks I'm one 
of his assailants. I do my best to reassure him. "Come 
on" I say to him, "My place is just around the corner. 
Let's get you cleaned up."

Soon we are back in the warmth of my kitchen and I busy 
myself with the coffee machine as I keep up a measured 
but steady conversational pace. I offer him a cigarette, 
but he declines with a tearful but warm smile. "No 
thanks, I don't smoke.. it's really bad for you." 

I know, I know it's bad for me, people have told me that 
for years. I have quite a few weaknesses. Cigarettes are 
one, and the boy standing in my kitchen is rapidly 
becoming another. I hand him his coffee - strong and 
sweet and bit-by-bit I tease his story out of him. The 
other boys were at his school. He'd had a relationship 
with one of them - a pretty heavy one by the sound of it 
- and when it looked like people might find out the other 
boy had decided to "prove" how straight he was by being 
as horrible as he could possibly be towards anyone he 
decided was a "puff." 

Michael {for that was my new friend's name} was an 
obvious first target. Michael made no secret of his 
homosexuality. He liked girls, but had no sexual desires 
for them. He had known for years that his first love was 
for other boys. At the age of 16 he was remarkably mature 
in his outlook. A world of hostility toward his sexuality 
had made him so. Yet even as he spoke I could sense the 
gentleness in him. 

There was something lyrical in his words and the way he 
used them. He had finished his coffee, his tears were 
dried and I could feel that he was once again beginning 
to feel calm.... safe. "Let's get you into the shower," I 
say, "You're filthy." He smiles radiantly as I take his 
muddy, wet coat and show him through to the bathroom. 
Once again his eyes meet mine, maybe searching for 
something.... I don't know.... looking beyond them 
somehow. 

He pulls off his tee shirt and I can't help staring... 
God, he's so slim, almost..girlish. His chest and arms 
are hairless. I continue to stare. He sits down on the 
loo to remove his battered shoes and socks, then stands 
and unbuttons his jeans. I can feel my cock beginning to 
rise and I begin to realise just how much I want this 
boy. As he slips his jeans down his long, slim legs I 
turn, feeling suddenly awkward at my excitement, and turn 
on the shower. 

He's wearing simple white cotton underpants. Yet I could 
not feel more aroused if it were Christina Aguilera naked 
save for the tiniest of silk knickers. I couldn't want to 
fuck and be fucked any more than I did at this moment. 

My mouth is dry and I can hardly speak. But I try to make 
light of the moment, telling him to get 'em off and get 
under the water. He does as he is told, and in a moment 
is gleaming wet. I can't help looking... his cock is 
sweet, soft and small below a little patch of hair. His 
balls are drawn up, his scrotum tight. Under the warmth 
of the water some light bruising on his arms is apparent 
and he's having a little difficulty raising them. 

Although, I note with a small satisfaction, he had little 
problem tugging his tee shirt off. He asks me to wash him 
and I squeeze shower gel into my hand and begin to smooth 
it onto his shoulders and chest. The atmosphere in the 
bathroom is electric for me, the anticipation rising. I 
wash him thoroughly, under his arms, over his tummy and 
down his body. 

God. I'm going to have to touch his bum. I reapply the 
gel... I can't put this off any longer and I smooth both 
hands over his buttocks in a circular motion. I know that 
what I will do next will either make him jump out and run 
for it or it will lead on to sex. I run my hands between 
his buttocks, my fingers tracing lightly over the tight 
little ring of muscle. 

He doesn't jump and he doesn't run. He just relaxes, 
allowing my hands to access all areas. I turn him around 
and apply the gel to his cock and balls, gently washing 
and caressing. I can feel and see his cock beginning to 
rise, lengthen and stiffen. He looks up at me. His voice 
is almost broken as he says "For God's sake... just get 
in here with me, will you....." 

I don't need asking twice. I strip rapidly, dumping my 
clothes on the bathroom floor. I jump into the shower 
with him, my cock erect and bobbing in front of me. 
Rinsing his cock I kneel, taking it into my mouth and 
begin moving my head gently, sucking and licking at the 
head.

Taking him out of my mouth for just a moment I tease back 
his foreskin and masturbate him gently. He groans and 
leans against the wall. He tastes good. Very good. I want 
more. He's holding my head, and making a lot of noise. 
For someone who has only been erect for a couple of 
minutes he's a long way down the road and I know it won't 
be long. 

I remember how I was at that age, eager to come, again 
and again. I prayed that he wouldn't squirt and then lose 
interest. That would be too cruel. 

I move my head and suck harder.... faster.... he's 
warning me..... telling me he's going to make a mess.... 
I lock my mouth firmly onto his cock, wanting to taste 
his semen. I slip my hand behind him, working a slippery 
finger into his bum and that does it for him- he squirts 
powerfully and I gulp, trying to keep it all in my mouth. 

It tastes slightly bitter, chloriney. And sweet, oh so 
sweet. He's hugging my head, squealing and twisting his 
hips as his orgasm just goes on and on, more pulses of 
semen leaking out into my mouth. It's so passionate I'm 
almost weeping. He begins to calm down a little and I 
pull the finger from his bottom as gently as I can. I 
swallow what I can of his come as I feel his cock 
slipping from my mouth. I know that what has just 
happened is a first for both of us.

He's hugging me and telling me that's the first time 
anyone's done that for him, confirming my own thoughts. I 
tell him it's also my first time, but I hope it won't be 
the last. He tells me that he's only really wanked boys 
before, and been wanked by them. Then he asks me to take 
him to bed. And who, I ask myself, am I to refuse?

Five minutes and a rub down with a towel later we are 
laying in my bed, naked together. His head is on my 
shoulder and his hand is wrapped around my cock, tossing 
me deliciously. He looks up at me quizzically. "Got any 
lubricant?" he wonders. 

I have... a tube of KY in my bedside cabinet I use when I 
want to penetrate myself while I'm masturbating. 

He grins. "Get it." 

My wish is his command and he smears a liberal coating 
onto my cock. Then, reaching between his open legs, he 
applies more to his bum. As he does so I see his cock 
beginning to rise once more. By the time he has fingered 
himself into a state of eager readiness he is fully erect 
again. Oh, the vigour of youth! He bounces up onto all 
fours, displaying his bottom to me. 

"How do you want me - like this?" he wonders. 

"No. just lay on your back and open your legs," I tell 
him. I want to be able to see his face and hold his cock 
while we're fucking. 

I make him comfortable, placing a pillow under his bum, 
raising his hips and making entry easier for both of us. 
I slip a little more KY into his bum with my finger, he 
feels tight but relaxed. I ask if he's done this before 
and he looks a little pensive. "No, you will be gentle, 
won't you?"

I promise I will and I mean it.... I could never hurt 
this boy. Taking my weight on my elbows I nudge against 
his sphincter with the head of my cock until I feel that 
the angle is right. I lean myself forward, pushing myself 
into him. He tenses, feeling the initial penetration. His 
eyes are tightly shut. I ask him if it's OK, and he looks 
up, trust in his eyes. 

He grins again. "I want you to fuck me," he almost 
giggles. "Put it in, bum me." 

I push again, this time I enter him further and he gasps, 
but pushes back against me, my cock slipping just a 
little further into him. I begin the movements gently, 
each stroke taking me just a little further into his 
bottom. It feels like heaven.

I've completely forgotten the girls and their legs.... 
the only thing in my world right now is the boy I am 
fucking. I look down. He hasn't lost his erection and I 
take it into my hand, wanking him in time to my fucking.
Now my cock is deep in his arse and it feels really good. 
I look at him, his eyes smiling radiantly blue back into 
mine. 

"Is it OK for you?" He smiles and nods, "It's great... I 
never thought it could be this good." 

I can feel myself getting pretty close to the point where 
I wouldn't be able to stop. I take my hand from his cock 
and close his around it. "Show me what you do when you're 
alone," I ask him. 

He takes the cue, picking up a fairly rapid rubbing 
motion. I watch him wank himself with mounting 
excitement. He warns me that he's going to make himself 
come in a minute unless he stops. I tell him not to and 
he wanks himself even harder, his bum rising off the 
pillow despite my weight. I move faster too, bringing 
myself to the point where I know I'll come into him. I'm 
just waiting for him, delaying my climax with all my 
willpower. 

I tell him to tell me when he's going to do it and he 
nods, his eyes staring into mine. He concentrates for a 
few moments and warns me...."It's here.... oh God, it's 
here...." He fires six or seven jets of semen powerfully, 
some hitting my chest, some squirting clear over his 
shoulder. 

The sight of him sets me off and I shoot my own load deep 
into his bowels. As the last squirt fires out of my cock 
I break my rule. I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. 
His tongue finds mine and as I slip my cock from his 
bottom we pull the sheet up and twine together, where the 
morning sunshine will find us sleeping soundly.
   
END

Thank you for taking the time to read this story. If you 
like it, please let me know, all feedback is gratefully 
accepted by the author. alan_hazelrigg@yahoo.co.uk

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