I was dreaming, surely? But it was all too real, and amazingly erotic to the likes of me. I'd been shopping for groceries, and the quickest route back to my small terraced house was by way of the nearby canal towpath. It was seldom busy, and that spring afternoon was no exception - no pedestrians, and certainly no boats, had passed in the time I'd been walking by the water. As I approached the road bridge where I would ascend the few steps back to the pavement, some movement caught my eye in the shadows. Two youngsters, girl and boy, 12 or 13, at a guess, were enjoying a little bit of illicit fun. The boy, his eyes closed and mouth open wide in evident bliss, was being competently masturbated by the girl, who was whimpering as her beau fingered her young pudenda enthusiastically. I was immediately rapt at the sight, and fully aroused in moments. But then I heard footsteps coming down the steps from the road. I hastened to where the would-be lovers were standing, whispering urgently.
"Watch out, someone's coming!" No double entendre involved on my part, but it was clear that both of the kids had been close to another sort of 'coming'. The girl squeaked in alarm, while the boy said something his parents would've probably grounded him for. There was a rapid flurry of clothing being adjusted, and with bare seconds to spare, decency had been achieved. Two middle-aged men passed by, fortunately ignored by the three of us.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I didn't want you to get in trouble. If those two had been coppers, they would've arrested you!"
"Thanks, mister." The boy blushed, his face a picture of disappointment, while the girl looked as though she was fighting back tears.
"I know what it's like at your age, I was caught red-handed in an old garage near where we used to live, by my own dad, to make it worse! I could hardly sit down for bloody days, after he'd finished with me! And the girl dumped me, just for good measure!"
"It's not fair!" the girl complained bitterly. "There's nowhere we can go!"
Without thinking, I opened my mouth. "You can use my spare bedroom, if you like, it's only about 200 yards to my house from here, and I live on my own."
The youngsters looked astonished for long seconds, but they looked at each other with....hope. maybe?
"R...really?" the boy stammered. "And you won't tell on us?"
"As long as you keep it quiet, I could get into major trouble if anyone found out. I don't like secrets, but I don't want to go to jail, either!"
The girl whispered something in the boy's ear, he nodded his head in assent.
"We'd like that, mister, and we won't tell on you, promise."
The transaction had been sealed. "Carry one of my bags," I told the boy, "if anyone says anything, or if you see anyone you know, say that I've twisted my ankle on the towpath, and you're helping back to my house. OK?" The pair grinned and nodded without hesitation. I began limping, reasonably convincingly, to my eyes, while the kids walked alongside equally slowly. Even at our stately pace, it was only two or three minutes until I was able to close and lock my front door behind us.
"Can you bring the shopping you've got into the kitchen, please?" I asked the boy, "After that, we can introduce ourselves properly - and get our stories straight! - then you two can have some privacy. Is all that alright?"
There were no objections, and within a few minutes, my groceries were suitably stowed, before we sat in the living room, me in my armchair, the kids holding hands on the sofa.
"OK. I'm Wil, with only one 'l', and like I told you, I live here on my own. I was married, but now I'm divorced. No children in the picture, either."
"I'm Anne," the girl told me, "and my boyfriend is Stuart, Stu for short. I'm 12, and Stu is 13, but we're in the same year at school, I'll be 13 in June."
"A pair of prime spring chickens! I'm ancient, unfortunately, I'm 33!" The youngsters giggled. "OK, before we go any further, you two can do whatever you like in the spare bedroom, I don't want to know before or after, but please don't hurt each other, and please, please, don't tell anyone else. And I mean anyone. Parents, teachers, brothers or sisters, family or even your best friends, no-one at all. I wasn't joking about the possibility of going to prison, if the law finds out, my life could be over. Jailbirds hate anyone who they think is a child molester, my brother is a prison officer, and he's told me all sorts of horror stories. If you don't think you'll able to keep it a secret, let me know, we'll shake hands, say goodbye, and you can find somewhere else to play sexy. OK?"
"We understand, Wil," Stu said. "We wouldn't get you in trouble, promise." Anne agreed equally forcefully.
"I trust you both, if I didn't, you wouldn't be in my living room now, I can assure you. OK, anything else you want to ask, or know. Do you need condoms, I've got a few you can have if not."
"Condoms?" the girl said confusedly. "Oh, johnnies, you mean?!" I nodded. "I don't know if I'm ready for that yet" - Stu pouted in frustration! - "but, yeah, OK, that would be kind, if we don't use them, you can have them back."
"Thanks! OK, my little lovebirds, are you ready for this?!"
"Bloody right!" Stu beamed.
I led them upstairs, pointed out the bedroom where they would be using, and the bathroom.
"I'll be watching the telly downstairs, if you need anything, give me a shout, OK?"
"Thanks Wil," the boy said sincerely, "you're a superstar!"
The door closed, and I went downstairs. With all sorts of regrets in my head. Anne and Stu were both pleasant-looking youngsters, no supermodels, but more than attractive. Especially to me - I'd been a hebephile since I was a boy of Stu's age, even though I didn't know the word until I was in my twenties. And I was bisexual, as well, that was the reason I was divorced in the first place, although I slightly favoured boys rather than girls, it was a 60/40 split, I'd say. Given their ages, I wouldn't have dreamed of touching them, but watching would've been a different matter. A pair of cuties like Anne and Stu, having sex together, would've been pretty much my ultimate fantasy. Get over it, I told myself, they wouldn't be interested in someone like me, they'd call me a perv without a doubt. I need something to do, to take my mind off what they're doing upstairs.
Half an hour later, I'd tried to play a couple of games on my computer, but I was still restless. And in need of a visit to the toilet. My bathroom was right next door to the spare bedroom, and the last thing I wanted to do was to make my guests think that I was spying on them, but when you've got to go, you've got to go. I was as quiet as I could, shut and locked the bathroom door, and proceeded to relieve myself. I flushed and washed my hands, and I was just starting to walk down the stairs, when there was a sharp squeal, which only could have come from Anne, followed by what sounded like quiet crying. I was torn as to what to do next, but the next sound made my mind up in an instant - it was Stu asking me to help. I tapped on the door firmly.
"Are you two alright in there?"
Stu's voice was nervous, even frightened. "Help me, Wil, please? I....I've hurt Anne!" There was a strangled sob from the boy. I opened the door, but stayed outside, initially.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah, we're wrapped up in the quilt," Stu said, sounding broken-hearted.
"What's happened, can you tell me?"
Anne replied this time, rather unsteadily. "It wasn't Stu's fault, I got scared and tried to push him away when he was carefully putting his....cock in my pussy. It hurt, a lot. If I'd been more patient, it would've worked properly, I think." She started to weep, almost silently. "I've messed it up completely, I'm such a baby!"
"I wish you'd just told me to stop, sweetheart. I would have, straight away! Love you, I hate that I've hurt you."
I tried to be the voice of reason. "It looks like it was accidental, by both of you. Can I ask you, Anne, are you bleeding at all?"
"I....I don't think so, and it's not hurting anymore." The girl kissed her boyfriend. "I love you too, Stu."
I smiled guardedly. "OK, if you're both alright, I'll disappear and you can do whatever suits you best."
"Wil....we don't want you to go," the boy said quietly. "Neither of us know anything about sex really, especially about....going all the way. Could you....teach us some stuff. Please."
My mouth was dry as dust in an instant. "I....I don't....know. It's such a private thing for two people to do. A....and there's another big problem, for me."
"We know, Wil," Anne said, slightly petulantly. "We've already promised not to tell."
"That wasn't what I was going to say. The other elephant in the room is....I like people like you too much. You know....teens. Young teens. Your age." There was a glutinous silence from the direction of the bedmates. "Sorry, I can't help it. I've always liked people....like you, since I was a boy of that age myself. I guess you'll want to get away from a pervert like me as soon as you can now...."
"Told you, sweetheart! I knew he was horny for us from the start!" Stu was grinning like a maniac. "When you surprised us, at the canal, you were looking straight at my dick, when Anne was playing with it, and there was a massive bulge in your trousers, too! We can help each other, you can teach us how to....screw, and we'll give you a show you'll love! Deal?"
I shook my head, grinning in my turn, albeit sheepishly. "I've been busted, and no mistake! If you're both happy, genuinely happy, I....I would never refuse like an offer like that. It would be a dream come true!"
The youngsters threw the quilt onto the floor without a further word. They were both so delectable, Stu had a slim but not skinny body, the centrepiece of which was a five inch, uncut erection, maybe the thickness of my thumb, and a modest moustache of dark pubic hair, while Anne had burgeoning, girlish curves in all the right places, not quite a woman yet, but well on the way to being stunning.
"What do you think, Wil?" the girl purred, "will we do?"
"You're both gorgeous! You put me to shame!"
"You're not so bad yourself," Stu smirked. "We want to see you naked, too, it's only fair!"
"Especially that huge lump in your pants!" Anne giggled.
Huge I most certainly wasn't - I had around six and a half inches, on a good day, although my girth wasn't too shabby, perhaps half again of Stu's more than respectable endowment. I was hesitant, but the youngsters were adamant, and I simply couldn't deny them.
"That's really impressive, Wil!" Anne gushed. "Far too big for my poor little pussy, though!" The girl was looking nervous once more, all of a sudden. "I....I don't even know if Stu's will fit."
"If you're not ready, sweetheart, we don't have to do anything at all, let alone....lose our cherries. I'll just tickle your clitty until you come again, if that's better for you."
"You're so sweet, Stu, I love you so much! But I want to feel your dick inside me, all the way in. I love it when you finger me, it makes me come buckets! Now Wil has said he'll help us, I don't want to be a virgin anymore. Let's do it now, my darling Stu!"
It turned out to be a painstaking procedure, Stu was so patient with his love, despite his tender years, he licked her to a preparatory orgasm, used his fingers, first one, then two, with exquisite care, then when the time came for the denouement, penetrated her millimetre by millimetre with his condom shrouded penis so tenderly it almost made me cry. Given his inexperience and excitement, it was completely understandable that he was unable to last more than three or four minutes before he groaned in ecstasy, filling the sheath almost to the brim - and I could attest to the volume of his ejaculation, I was the one who put the condom in the bin, later in the day! My young friends were both disappointed that their first time had been so brief, but as I pointed out, at their ages, a second round was more than possible, if they wanted to indulge further! Needless to say, they were all in with that prospect, and it was barely fifteen minutes when they were enjoying each others bodies once more. On this occasion, they took their time and savoured every second, and I was right there, a couple of feet away, in heaven. Gradually, the pace quickened, and it was Anne's turn to hit the peak, moaning in rapture. Five minutes later, she was there again, with Stu not fat behind.
"Come with us, Wil!" the boy panted, "that would be so hot! I bet you spunk like a geyser!"
Not usually, I thought to myself, but given the circumstances, it could be a biggie!
Anne squeaked yet again, her third climax was making her writhe and shudder, setting a chain reaction off in the room. Stu was almost in tears - "Oh, sweetheart, it feels so fantastic, here I go again!" - while I simply burst into the strongest orgasm of my whole life. The first spasm of ejaculate hit my shoulder, I had no idea at all I could do that, I mused later. Of course, the fireworks receded all too quickly, leaving all three of us catching our breath. The bedroom reeked of sweat and sex, and sighs of satisfaction.
"Don't forget to come out of Anne, Stu, in case the condom slips when you start getting soft," I warned the boy.
"Oh yeah, thanks, Wil! I knew about that, but it slipped my mind in the excitement!"
"You two could make the most beautiful babies, but it's far too soon in your lives to do that at the moment!"
"Bloody right!" Anne said, with feeling. "I want loads more fun in my life, in the bedroom and all sorts of other places, before I even think about having children!"
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It's more than thirty years now, since that memorable afternoon, and things have changed, naturally. But some things are the same - Stu and Anne are still together, the archetypal teenage sweethearts, they've been married for 22 years, and as I predicted, they've had two adorable children, Abby, who's nearly 18 now, and Mason, who'll be 16 very soon. And luckily for me, the whole family are my best friends. With one exception. My very best friend, my life partner, in fact, is Ashley, Ash to almost everyone - and he's Stu's little brother! I first met him within days of my canalside encounter with Anne and Stu, when he was 11, and we clicked immediately. Almost love at first sight, you could say. Ash was both bewitchingly attractive and blazingly intelligent - he won a full scholarship to one of the best schools in the region - and, to quote his (completely supportive and loving) father, 'as queer as a clockwork orange!' He wasn't effeminate in the slightest, though, just 100% gay in terms of his orientation - he 'came out' to his parents and brother on his tenth birthday, and never wavered for a moment in that regard. By the time he was 12, he was itching for us to be 'official' boyfriends, but it was utterly impossible in that era (or this era, frankly), the gay age of consent had only been reduced from 21 to 18 that year. We spent a lot of time kissing and cuddling, but nothing more. I was steadfast that we would have to wait to have sex until it was legal for us to so, despite his numerous protests. Even his parents, well aware about our relationship by the time he was 14 or so, were rather bemused about our, or more accurately, my self-denial - 'What the law doesn't know about, I'm certainly not going to tell them', his father, Dennis, said memorably at the time - but in the end, Ash agreed it was the right decision of both of us. His eighteenth birthday festivities began at one minute after midnight with a bang, though, he was insatiable for hours!
So that's our little story. Nice to have a happy ending, for once, isn't it?!
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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
