tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489092943728560772024-03-13T11:13:51.884+00:00SB - NephelokokkygiaMy fiction/poetry/flights of fancy blogSammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-6275678098176869072017-10-01T20:02:00.000+01:002017-10-01T20:02:24.298+01:00Chiaroscuro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I sat, time suspended, basking in your glory<div>
Hoping our juxtaposition would never end</div>
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But then you were gone, and, as so often before</div>
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The light went out in my heart</div>
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****</div>
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Love & best wishes to all</div>
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Sammy B</div>
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Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-50649860120568922252017-02-19T17:28:00.001+00:002017-02-19T17:28:15.579+00:00Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
He's been there, through thick and thin<br />
For longer than you can remember<br />
Your secrets whispered in his ear<br />
Without a shred of blame or judgment<br />
But now they say that you're too old<br />
To share your space with such a friend<br />
And if you reject their toxic masculinity<br />
They'll impugn your sexuality<br />
Because 'real' men don't have feelings<br />
They hold it all inside<br />
Deal with problems not with empathy, not with love<br />
But by fighting, keeping the enemy in their place<br />
And now you're on the cusp<br />
Crossing that gulf from boy to man<br />
You have to fall in line<br />
And throw away your teddy bear<br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-70906705559689881182016-07-22T18:09:00.000+01:002016-07-22T18:09:25.302+01:00Healed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>A long time ago, and quite far away, I wrote a <a href="http://sbcuckoos2.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/hurt.html?zx=dea7aec07653d765">very short story</a>. This is, in part, a sequel, and in part a reaction to a real-world story I came across today.</i><br />
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<i>SB</i><br />
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"Hello." No response. "It's good to see you." I smiled, encouragingly, I hoped, in the young man's direction. Still nothing beyond the blank expression he was wearing as he walked through the door and sat down on the opposite side of the small table. But then, as if galvanised by some invisible force, he glared into my eyes.<br />
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"I hate you!" he snarled, "You ruined my life!"<br />
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His words stung, deep inside, but I forced myself to remain calm, resolute, to take whatever he chose to mete out. But nothing more followed, and he subsided once more into silence. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than fifteen seconds.<br />
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"I love you. Always have, right from that first day, always will," I said quietly.<br />
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The vehemence flared once more. "Liar! You never loved me! You just took advantage of me! That's what paedos do, pretend they care, just so they can get what they want. Everyone says so!"<br />
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I waited once more, until I had some inkling that he might be listening.<br />
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"All I can do is to tell you the truth, my truth, as I see it. You're the greatest love of my life, bar none. That's the truth, I promise. I can't make you believe me, of course, but that doesn't change what I feel. I don't blame you for seeing things differently, and I certainly don't blame you for anything that's happened. I was the adult, you weren't. It was my responsibility, which I accept fully. But I've never stopped loving you, and never will."<br />
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He drew breath, as if to launch into another tirade, but, as he did, our eyes met. Like they used to, in another life. When he did speak again, it was as if he'd regressed, turned back into the boy I'd fallen in love with, all those years earlier.<br />
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"B....but they told me....y....you were only interested....in....sex."<br />
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"They?"<br />
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"The....the police, the social worker, e....even my....mum. They said you....just wanted to....rape me."<br />
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I looked once more into those grey-green eyes, so beautiful, so unforgettable. "I'm sorry they told you that. I'm sorry, not for my sake, but because it hurt you. I would never, ever have done that, to anyone, but especially not to you. I know there were things that we <i>did </i>do, that's why I'm here, but I never did anything to hurt you knowingly. If I've hurt you in other ways, unintentionally, all I can say, and yes, I know these are just words, is that I'm truly sorry. Because I promise you I would never have hurt you on purpose. For anything. Again, you can believe me, or not, as you see fit. But it's the truth."<br />
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"I....I do believe you. Now I've....seen you again, you really are like I remembered, not how....other people have....painted you. I didn't know why I even came here, but I....I'm glad I did."<br />
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"I'm glad, too. It's been so nice to see you again. I see you in my head every day, but I didn't think I'd ever see you again in reality. I'm so happy."<br />
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For a moment, he looked as though he might rush into my arms, but a glance towards the warder quelled that impulse as soon as it was born. Instead, he extended his hand, his now adult hand, across the table. I took it tenderly in mine.<br />
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"I....I hope you're not....in here too much longer."<br />
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I shrugged involuntarily. "That's not up to either of us, I'm afraid. It is what it is."<br />
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"W....when you do....get out, get in touch....please?"<br />
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"If that's what you want, I certainly will." I smiled at him once more. "Have a happy life, sweetheart. You deserve it."<br />
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This time, my smile was returned, with interest.<br />
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****<br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-44428376554255924702016-05-16T17:07:00.000+01:002016-05-16T17:07:41.173+01:00Shadowlands<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Finding myself in the dark corners<br />
Places most know only by hearsay<br />
Including me, such a short while ago<br />
When I lived in another world<br />
Almost close enough to touch<br />
But infinitely out of reach<br />
Now my home is the scumbled shadowland<br />
Where light meets dark, and wrong meets right<br />
But which is which, and who decides<br />
Why should we, who love and care<br />
Be damned by those whose hate and scorn<br />
Is hidden by masks of hollow sanctimony<br />
Bigots who don't even know the meaning<br />
Of the words they misuse to condemn<br />
Happy to drown what they can't understand<br />
In their maelstrom of righteous insanity<br />
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****<br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
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Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-17858673468382690872016-04-06T17:20:00.000+01:002016-04-06T17:20:50.611+01:00Fear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One click, and I'm in an unfamiliar place<br />
Another, and I'm in an impenetrable jungle<br />
But am I the predator, or the prey?<br />
Shaking, hands cold with the rush of desire<br />
Smiles reaching into my head like hypnosis<br />
Drinking me in, hollowing me out<br />
Then, with almost the last dregs of my conscious mind<br />
The fear kicks in, creeping shudders from the depths<br />
Fear of who I am, fear of what I could become<br />
Fear of discovery, fear of consequences<br />
The knowledge that I could never resist<br />
Never escape the quagmire of my own wanting<br />
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****<br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-49346688771455014892016-03-20T18:58:00.001+00:002016-04-10T16:51:27.066+01:00Novitiates<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content, involving descriptions of contact between an adult male and girls, an adult male and a boy, and between girls and a boy, below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.</i><br />
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<i>A sequel to the previous story. And the last of the series, in all probability. SB</i><br />
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It was one of those scenarios where you expect to wake up at any moment, finding it had all been a dream. Me, a fifty-something, not very attractive divorced guy who, while bisexual, leant much more towards the gay than the straight, laying in the middle of my double bed with a pretty teenage girl curled up on either side of me, all three of us basking in the happy, languid afterglow of two hours of delicious lovemaking. But, amazingly, I was wide awake, a fact underlined as both girls' hands began to move once more over my body, the dark-haired girl to my right teasing my nipples, while her blonde 'bestie' on my left gently fondled my flaccid, spent penis.<br />
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"I can't believe how much different it is now," the blonde breathed. "It's....I'm not being rude....but it's....little and cute, when it was <i>soooo </i>big before!"<br />
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"Yeah, that's just the way it is with me - have you not heard about 'showers and growers' before?"<br />
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"No, what's that?"<br />
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"Well, some guys' penises are nearly the same size when they're soft as when they're erect, they're the 'showers', but some, like me, are quite a bit smaller, and we're the 'growers'. I mean, not every man, or boy, has the same size penis, but there's a lot more variation in soft ones than hard ones - most guys end up around about the same size as me, once they're turned on."<br />
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"Yeah, I guess - I mean, my un....my friend I do sex with sometimes, his is a lot bigger than yours when they're soft, but it's only a centimetre or two longer when he's hard, and skinnier than yours, too. But the boy from school I first did it with, he's more like you, his was quite small, but it got pretty long when he got a hard-on. It's a pity he wasn't - better at sex, I liked him, still do, really, but we kind of....argued after we'd....done it, because he was too quick, and too rough, and didn't seem to care whether I was enjoying what we were doing, or not."<br />
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"Well, sex is like most things, you know - you have to learn how to do it, and practice to get better. There <i>is </i>an instinctive component - if a boy had been on a desert island all his life, and never seen a girl, he would still be able to have sex, but, obviously, he wouldn't have much knowledge about it, or about girls. Had your first boy ever done it before himself?"<br />
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"I....I don't know. I don't think so."<br />
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"Well, there you are - he was more like the boy on the desert island, running on instinct rather than experience. And if it <i>was </i>his first time, he was probably more....excited than he'd ever been in his life, sexually and emotionally. I mean, I was quite a bit older than you guys when I lost my virginity, but I still only lasted about a minute the first time - in fact, from the start of my first time to the end of my <i>second </i>time was only about fifteen minutes!"<br />
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Both girls giggled. The brunette soon looked thoughtful, though.<br />
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"If you still like him," she said to her friend, "maybe you could....teach him how to do it....better. She turned to me. "Maybe we could even....bring him here, and <i>all</i> teach him!"<br />
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Much as I found my two new lady friends attractive, and had greatly enjoyed what we'd done together, the idea of playing sexy with a pubescent boy in the mix was breathtakingly exciting to me, my penis responding accordingly, leaping almost instantly and most unexpectedly, given its recent vigorous employment, into renewed, throbbing erection. The blonde girl gasped.<br />
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"Whoa! I've never seen a dick get hard that quick! You must <i>really </i>like that idea!"<br />
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"Y....yeah, you....could say that."<br />
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"Why, d....do you....like boys, or something?"<br />
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I felt two pairs of eyes boring into me, and, in spite of the risk of scaring the girls off, I felt I had to be honest. I continued, hesitantly.<br />
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"Y....yes, I do. M....more than girls, actually. N....not men, and not....little boys, but....guys around your age, yeah, they're my....ultimate fantasy. I've never done anything about it, though, because....I've always been scared of the consequences. S....sorry if that....freaks you out, but I can't help it. I've been that way since I was a boy myself."<br />
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I glanced at both of the girls' faces, to see them looking more bewildered than repulsed. Within seconds, though, the brunette smirked mischievously, turning to her friend once more.<br />
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"It could be....loads of fun, what do you reckon? You wanna try it, try and get him round here?"<br />
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The blonde was still looking completely nonplussed, but the dazed expression gradually cleared, and she grinned broadly.<br />
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"Yeah, why not!" She looked me in the eye. "Don't get all gooey over him, though, and forget about us! And another thing." She tweaked my still erect penis playfully. "Shame to waste this. I'm coming for a ride!"<br />
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Within moments, she'd straddled my thighs, both of us moaning in pleasure as I sank once more into her buttery depths.<br />
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"Hey, don't make him cum, I want some more, too!" the brunette pouted in mock disapproval.<br />
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"Don't worry, I think he's got enough for you and me!"<br />
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****<br />
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"Where are we going?" the boy asked, rather tetchily. "And what's <i>she</i> doing here?"<br />
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"We're going to....our friend's place. And you'll find out why we're all going soon enough."<br />
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"What friend?"<br />
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"'No names, no pack drill', as our friend says." The blonde girl looked him in the eye, seductively. "But I don't think you'll be sorry you've come." Still looking straight at the boy, she used the relative privacy of their position in the back seat of the top deck of a sparsely occupied bus to slip her hand between his legs. The boy's mouth instantly formed a startled 'O', while his slender penis sprang almost as quickly into steely erection. The brunette girl smirked at his reaction, before nudging her friend's hand aside to gauge the boy's excitement for herself.<br />
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"Nice! This is going to be a fun afternoon!" The boy's expression changed, in a couple of heartbeats, from shock through realisation to the biggest grin of his young life.<br />
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Half an hour or so later, the three youngsters walked the few yards from the bus stop to the front door of a first floor flat.<br />
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"We don't use names," the blonde girl was telling the boy, "our friend says the less we know about each other, the less we can accidentally tell. Before we go in, you do know you've got to keep this quiet, don't you? Not so much for our sakes, but for....our friend."<br />
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"Yeah, I get it. I won't tell anyone."<br />
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"Not even your best mates - promise?"<br />
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"Promise."<br />
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"Good." The girl reached up, pressing the call button on the entryphone. After a brief hiatus, the device buzzed in response, and a metallic click could be heard. The girl opened the door. The boy hesitated, just for a moment. The brunette girl picked up on his nervousness.<br />
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"It'll be fine, don't worry. Let's go in."<br />
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Sitting in my comfortable armchair, I heard the front door close, and footsteps coming up the stairs. I recognised the blonde girl's voice.<br />
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"In here."<br />
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The blonde girl pushed open the living room door and entered the room, followed by the boy. He stopped in his tracks, an expression of disbelief turning to anger as he looked in my direction.<br />
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"No way! No fucking way! I'm not doing anything with some fat old paedo watching!" He turned, as if to leave, but the brunette girl was in the doorway, and blocked his path.<br />
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"Just sit down for a minute, and listen. He won't hurt you."<br />
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The blonde girl took the boy's hand, leading him further into the room, towards the sofa, nudging him to sit in the middle of the three-seater, taking the place to his left, nearest to the door, while the brunette stepped around him, coming over to me and kissing me briefly, before taking the right-hand position on the sofa, closest to where I was sitting. As the brunette sat down, clearing my view to the boy, he was glaring at me fiercely.<br />
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"My dad's told me about scumbags like you! He says paedos should have their bollocks cut off and be made to eat them, then killed slowly and painfully!"<br />
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I sat calmly, looking at him intently. He opened his mouth to speak again, but, for whatever reason, no words emerged.<br />
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"Finished?" I asked quietly. He threw another hate-filled look in my direction, but said nothing. "OK, first things first. No-one is going to make you do anything, no-one's even going to touch you, if you don't want it. You can get up and walk out of the door whenever you want, right now if you like." He fidgeted a little, as though he was about to do just that, but the blonde reached out and took his hand into hers once more.<br />
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"Don't go, please. Let me tell you why we've brought you here." The boy turned to look into her attractive face. "I'd....liked you for ages, ever since Year 7, so that day, when I asked you to be....my first, and you said you wanted to, I was really happy. B....but I really didn't like....the way you did it. You were too rough, you hurt me, did you know that?" The boy shook his head, beginning to look upset. "You didn't even care, all you were interested in was fucking and getting your cum. I could've been a blow-up doll, for all the difference it would've made."<br />
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The boy looked almost ready to cry. "S....sorry," he whispered.<br />
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"So then I talked to my....to someone older, about what had happened. He said sex could be much better, if you did it with someone who knew how to look after a girl. So we did it. And it <i>was </i>better, so much better. Then my friend met her guy," - she nodded in my direction - "and he made her first time really, really good for her. So we both came round on Boxing Day, and all three of us sexed together, for hours. It was brilliant! We talked a lot, as well, and I said that I still liked you, and I do, I mean it, so my friend said that if we could get you over here, we could all teach you how to do sex better, to make it nicer for you as well as for me. But like the man said, you don't have to. It's up to you."<br />
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The boy looked back at me, the hatred of a few minutes earlier replaced by contrition. "I....I'm s....sorry, about what I said before. I....I didn't know...." His voice tailed off.<br />
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"It's not a problem. What you said is pretty much how most of 'society' thinks about....adults who are attracted to....younger people. But let me explain a couple of things. First of all, I'm not a paedophile, not if you use the proper definition of the word. The problem is that almost nobody knows that proper definition, so everyone uses the word the way the tabloids do. What it <i>really </i>means is an adult whose main sexual attraction is to prepubescent children. In other words, if I actually <i>was </i>a paedophile, all of you guys would be three or four years too old for me. What I am is a hebephile, an adult attracted to those going through puberty. You know what puberty is?" He nodded. "People around your age, basically. Guys who've started making semen, girls who've started their periods, in simple terms, although there's a lot more to puberty than just that. And, second, because I want to be upfront with you, I want you to know that I'm bisexual. I like boys as well as girls, in fact, I like boys even <i>more</i> than girls. But, before you get worried, I can promise you, 100%, that I would never, ever do anything without your consent, your permission. The girls asked <i>me </i>to have sex with <i>them</i>, not the other way around, and exactly the same would go for you."<br />
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The blonde girl squeezed the boy's fingers gently but insistently. "So, do you wanna? Let us show you what to do, and then you can <i>make love</i> to me, not just fuck. And give me massive cums, like the older guys do! And get massive ones, too!"<br />
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The boy didn't need to speak. The grin on his face, and the very obvious tent in his tracksuit bottoms said it all.<br />
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****<br />
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"Two lessons in one, to start with," I said to the boy, who laid naked and ragingly erect in the middle of my bed, an equally naked girl on either side of him. "You obviously know what an orgasm, a cum, is, you're not a virgin, and I guess you masturbate - wank- often enough, too." The boy blushed a little, but nodded enthusiastically. "Have you ever tried delaying your orgasm, stopping when you're close to cumming, then starting again, maybe doing that a few times? If you can control it like that, it usually makes for a stronger cum at the end."<br />
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"N....not really, it kind of....feels too good to stop when you get....that close."<br />
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"Could you, though, do you think? Do you know when you're at that stage, close, but not past the point of no return, know what that feels like?"<br />
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"I....I could try, I do know the 'just about to cum' feelings, I usually just go faster when I get them, though!"<br />
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I laughed. "I know what you mean! Joking apart, though, that kind of leads on to the second part of the lesson. Good sex doesn't usually happen by accident, you have to work at it. And a big part of that is communication. Telling your partner - or partners - what you want, what you like, listening to what they like, what they want. It sounds easy, but a lot of people really struggle with it, they seem to think that others will think they're inadequate in some way if they have to talk about it, that they should just <i>know </i>what to do. It isn't like that, partly because everyone's different, and likes different things, and partly because, especially when you're new to sex, you're never going to know everything, even if you think you do. So, what I think you should do first, is for the girls to wank you, and for you to tell them how to do it to make it feel the best for you, but to stop them before you cum, give yourself a minute to cool off a bit, then start again, get near the edge again, stop them again, and so on. See if you can stop three or four times before you cum, and see how that feels. Then you can swap places, play with one of the girls, listen to what she likes, how she asks you to do it, try and give her the best cum you can, then swap again and do the same for the other girl. What do you reckon, guys?"<br />
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"Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant idea!" the blonde girl enthused. "If we'd known to do that our first time," she said to the boy, "I bet we would've had loads more fun, and we wouldn't have....ended up arguing."<br />
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The boy did admirably, given his age and degree of experience, and the breathless thrill of having not one, but two sexy girls stimulating him. The brunette took the lead initially, the boy did as I'd suggested, coaching her as to what he liked, and stopping her at the first hint that he might be close to orgasm. Then the blonde took over, going through the same process. The third time, though, he almost lost control, urgently telling the brunette to stop before literally gritting his teeth in his determination not to boil over, his penis twitching visibly.<br />
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"Close one?!" I grinned.<br />
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"Yeah! One more stroke, and I'd have cum!"<br />
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"You've done really well. You know the point of this, don't you?"<br />
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"I....I think so - it's because girls take longer to cum than boys, isn't it?"<br />
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"Spot on! Girls, women, usually - not always, but usually - need quite a bit more....attention before they have an orgasm, so the longer you can hold back, the more chance your partner has of enjoying sex as much as you do. And if the girl does enjoy it, she'll probably be more likely to want to do it again! Anyway, I reckon you've earned your reward now, especially as it's your friend's turn to play. What do you think, ladies?"<br />
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The girls giggled, but nodded, too. I beckoned the blonde towards me, and whispered into her ear.<br />
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"Go really slowly and softly this time, tease him! Only speed up when he tells you he's about to cum!"<br />
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The girl grinned wickedly, as I turned back to the boy. "Just go with the flow, but tell your friend when you know you're going to cum, OK?"<br />
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The boy shivered in anticipation. "OK."<br />
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Five minutes later, the boy was writhing and whimpering in pleasure, the blonde girl's delicate ministrations to his erection augmented by the brunette's equally gentle touch on his scrotum and perineum.<br />
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"Now, now! I can't hold on any longer," the boy groaned.<br />
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The blonde switched gear in an instant, her hand a blur.<br />
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"Ooohhh fuuuuuck!"<br />
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I'd never seen anyone orgasm as strongly as the boy did at that moment. His back arched as the first spurt of his semen leapt at least two feet into the air, the second not being far behind, followed by four more gradually diminishing pulses, then several more twitches and dribbles. Finally, it was too much, and he turned away, onto his side, his knees drawing up towards his midriff, panting in satiation.<br />
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"Woooow!" the blonde girl enthused. "That was awesome!"<br />
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You're not joking, I thought, having come perilously close to having a 'hands-free' orgasm of my own, the sights and sounds of, to me, a seriously attractive boy being coaxed into such an explosive climax representing just about the most erotic experience of my whole life. The boy rolled, almost in slow motion, back into the supine position he'd assumed before, his eyes closed, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. His erection was wilting visibly, a fascinating sight in itself, for me, at least, the five, almost six slender inches subsiding to his 'rest position' of maybe three and a half, his foreskin rolling forward to shroud the reddish-purple glans. At length, his eyelids flickered open, and he grinned sheepishly in my direction.<br />
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"S....sorry, I think I got....spunk on your duvet!"<br />
<br />
"No worries, sunshine! I've got spares, and a washing machine! And anyway, you and the ladies have just given me enough material for horny fantasies to last the rest of my life! I know it's probably a stupid question, but was that worth the effort? Was it better, by holding back?"<br />
<br />
The boy grinned broadly. "It wasn't just better, it was on a different planet! I've never even got close to cumming that much before! Even when...." He looked at the blonde girl, obviously embarrassed. "Even when...."<br />
<br />
"We fucked?" the girl asked. He nodded, slowly, slightly. "Yeah, well that kind of says it all. We fucked. We didn't make love. I'm not blaming you, I know now that how it went was because we didn't know what to do, not properly. But now I've learned a lot more, with the help of the man, and my....other friend. And I want you to learn too, because I do really like you, even more now than I did before."<br />
<br />
The boy smiled, beatifically. "I lo....like you loads, as well!" He looked at the girl tenderly. "C....can you teach me how to make you feel....really good, as good as you made me feel, please?"<br />
<br />
The blonde blushed. "I....I'd love to!" She turned to me. "Is....is it alright if we....change the plan? Can it just be....me and the boy?"<br />
<br />
"Oh, of course, if that's what you both want. Do you want us to leave you in private?"<br />
<br />
"N....no, I want you to be here to....answer any questions, i....if you don't mind. M....maybe you and my friend can....do stuff, too. I want us all....to have fun!"<br />
<br />
The brunette slipped her hand between my legs, squeezing gently. "Brilliant! I get you, a....and....this, all to myself! Get naked, let's do it!"<br />
<br />
"I might need a quick cum, like the first time, to let off steam," I told the brunette, "you guys turned me on so much just now that I nearly made a mess of my underwear!"<br />
<br />
She giggled delightedly. "No problem - as long as I get to cum, too! We can....69, if you want, I've seen that on pornos, but we haven't done it yet."<br />
<br />
"Sounds great!" I quickly undressed and got into position, laying on my back with my head propped on pillows, before encouraging my young lover to straddle my chest and place her delicious girlhood within easy reach of my hungry lips and tongue. Meanwhile, the boy, already back to full, pulsing erection, was kneeling between the blonde girl's legs, being given a practical lesson in how to use his fingers to best advantage to start his friend - maybe new girlfriend? - on the road to the pleasure she desired. And although, once the brunette had shuffled back a fraction, and I'd begun kissing and licking whatever I could reach, eliciting coos of pleasure, I couldn't see the action to my left, from the 'soundscape', the boy was evidently learning quickly.<br />
<br />
"Oh yeah, just there!" "Do that more, do it faster!" "Stay gentle! Ooohhh, yes, like that, perfect, feels <i>soooo </i>good!" "N....nearly....there, d....don't stoppppp....."<br />
<br />
The blonde squealed softly, once. twice, as the boy took her to the peak. My girl, who'd been no more than spasmodically licking and sucking at my erection, squeaked as her own orgasm hit, shuddering against my face before flopping down, spent. Once more able to see the teenage couple, I looked across to see them kissing tenderly, the girl gently holding the sides of the boy's head for long seconds, before sighing as their lips parted.<br />
<br />
"T....thank you, that was....just lovely! Do you want to....make love with me, now?"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know, I'm really close again, I....I'd probably....cum too soon." the boy replied.<br />
<br />
"D....do you think you....could get hard again, if I gave you another....quick cum?"<br />
<br />
"I....I think so, y....you're....so sexy!"<br />
<br />
"Awww, thank you! You're really hot, too! Lay down, here!" She patted the bed beside her. The brunette lazily rearranged herself so that she was laying with her head on my right shoulder, watching her best friend and the boy for a few moments before bringing her lips close to my ear.<br />
<br />
"How close are <i>you </i>now?"<br />
<br />
"I'm good for a while, I think."<br />
<br />
"Brilliant! I want to get on top, and have a nice long, slow ride!"<br />
<br />
I grinned. "Be my guest!"<br />
<br />
The girl sniggered, before taking my throbbing penis carefully between her fingers, guiding me into her slick, tight channel. Meanwhile the blonde was licking at the boy's exposed, sensitive glans, making him moan and squirm, before taking half of his erection between her lips. bobbing her head rapidly. Within seconds, he was groaning.<br />
<br />
"Cumming, can't stop!" The blonde didn't miss a beat, keeping her oral stimulation going as the boy's hips jerked uncontrollably for long seconds. As his orgasm came to its end, the girl held his penis gently in her mouth, unmoving so that over-sensitivity didn't spoil the moment for him, her intention clear - she wanted to keep him hard enough to be able to move on to the next stage of their lovemaking as soon as possible. The sights and sounds of the young couple's act of love had excited me greatly, particularly my watching the boy and his reactions, bringing me a lot closer to climax than I wanted to be at that moment. I placed my hand on the brunette's buttocks, stilling her slow undulations.<br />
<br />
"Just need a second to cool off," I whispered. "Don't want to cum yet!"<br />
<br />
The girl smirked once more, before returning her lips to my ear. "It's because of him, isn't it?"<br />
<br />
"I can't lie, he's bloody gorgeous! But it's because the idea of watching stuff between guys and girls your age has always been a massive fantasy for me, too," I murmured in reply. "Don't get me wrong, I <i>love</i> what we're doing, but the combination of that <i>and </i>watching is almost too much! I feel like I might just melt at any moment!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I like seeing it too! I'm so wet, I think I might have melted already!"<br />
<br />
I smiled into my young lover's eyes. "Let me be on top, please. I can control it better that way, make it last as long as we can, make it the best I can for you."<br />
<br />
"OK. Still go slow, though, yeah?"<br />
<br />
We rearranged ourselves and I reentered her carefully, kissing her lips gently. "Whatever you want, sweetie!"<br />
<br />
Meanwhile, the blonde, with a last few flicks of her tongue, had pulled her mouth away from the boy's beautiful, still fully erect penis. She rolled onto her back, guiding the boy to kneel between her splayed thighs.<br />
<br />
"Ready?" she breathed. The boy nodded. "Go slow and gentle at first, and stop if you feel like you're gonna cum, OK? I'll tell you when I'm close, and then we can really go for it!"<br />
<br />
The boy's whole, slight frame shuddered in his excitement. "That sounds fantastic!"<br />
<br />
"Let's do it, then!"<br />
<br />
Once more I focused on the youngsters, almost drooling as the blonde took the boy's steely erection between her fingers, guiding him into her more than willing body.<br />
<br />
"Hey!" the brunette said, rolling her hips up against mine. "I'm still here, you know!"<br />
<br />
"S....sorry."<br />
<br />
She grinned wickedly. "I'm only joking! It's <i>soooo</i> hot, isn't it?!"<br />
<br />
I thrust into her, firmly and deeply, eliciting a gasp. "You're not kidding!"<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Half an hour later, and after all four of us had enjoyed our session of slow, delicious lovemaking brought to conclusion by powerful climaxes, I found myself alone with the boy, the girls having headed, smiling and whispering, to the bathroom for showers. He'd pulled his underwear back on, but was otherwise naked, while I'd donned my bathrobe, both of us planning, in turn, to head for the shower.<br />
<br />
"You were right," the boy said, "it was <i>so </i>much better this time, now that we've learned more about....doing it."<br />
<br />
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself - and that you were able to help your friend to enjoy it, too."<br />
<br />
The boy grinned for a second or two, but then regarded me more seriously. "I....couldn't help....hearing some of what you said to....your girl. You....fancy me as well, don't you?"<br />
<br />
"I'm not going to lie to you, sunshine, I think you're absolutely stunning. I was telling the truth earlier, when I said I liked boys more than girls. But I was telling the truth just as much when I said nothing will ever happen that you don't want. If you were interested, I'd go to bed with you in a heartbeat, but if you don't want that, and I'm pretty sure you don't, it simply isn't going to take place. At the end of the day, I really don't want to have sex with anyone who doesn't want sex with me."<br />
<br />
The boy nodded, thoughtfully. "Y....you're right, I don't want to do....gay stuff, not just with you, but with anyone. It....it doesn't....turn me on, at all."<br />
<br />
"Nothing wrong with that, everyone's different, and everyone has their own tastes. You are who you are. It does annoy me, though, when people judge others by the standards of what they like, what they think is acceptable. OK, I like boys, but that doesn't automatically make me a bad person, any more than you liking girls makes you a naturally good person. It's what you <i>do</i>, not what you are, that makes you good or bad."<br />
<br />
The boy nodded again. "I've never thought about things that way, but, yeah, that sounds spot on."<br />
<br />
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and the freshly showered and dressed girls came back into my bedroom. I smiled at the boy.<br />
<br />
"Your turn for the shower. I'll get you a fresh towel."<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
The school Christmas holidays were still ongoing, and my firm had also shut down for the days between Christmas and New Year, so I was at home, two days before the turn of the year, when my phone's text tone sounded.<br />
<br />
*Can I bring someone to yours l8r?*<br />
<br />
The message was from the boy's phone.<br />
<br />
*Your girl?*<br />
<br />
*No, someone else. Don't worry, they know it's got to be kept quiet*<br />
<br />
*OK, as long as we're careful. What time?*<br />
<br />
*Bout 2*<br />
<br />
*Fine. C u then*<br />
<br />
I was certainly curious as to who the boy had in mind as my next visitor, and I didn't have long to wait. A few minutes before the appointed hour, my entryphone buzzed. I heard the boy's voice over the intercom.<br />
<br />
"We're here."<br />
<br />
"Great! Come in."<br />
<br />
The front door opened and closed, footsteps sounded once more on the stairs. My living room door opened slowly, the boy appearing. I began to speak.<br />
<br />
"Hi, how are y...."<br />
<br />
My breath caught in my throat. Standing behind the boy was just about the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen in my life. There was a slight family resemblance to the first boy, but every feature was enhanced, as though by an artist. Fair, almost blond hair, huge blue eyes, delicate, elfin cheekbones, small, straight nose, thin, pale pink lips, the upper a perfect bow, the lower with just enough volume to make the mouth look irresistibly kissable, perfectly rounded chin, flawless skin. As my gaze panned out to take in the wonderful whole, the perfect proportion of the body made itself manifest, just above average height for what I guessed was the owner's age, slender without being skinny, smallish feet. I sucked in a ragged breath, as the boy smirked at my entrancement.<br />
<br />
"This is my little brother. We talked about....stuff, some of it, anyway, and he said he wanted to meet you straight away. Don't worry, he knows to keep everything quiet. He's much cleverer than me, anyway, I didn't really even need to tell him. He's....well. I'll let him tell you all about things. I'm going to go and meet....my girl in town, is it alright if I bring her back here a bit later, please? I'll text you before we come up."<br />
<br />
With a huge effort, I managed to rake my smitten wits together a little. "Y....yeah, no probs. As long as your....bro doesn't mind being here....on his own with me." I turned to the younger boy with a questioning glance. He smiled shyly.<br />
<br />
"I d....don't mind....at all. T....that's why I'm....here. My brother said....I'd be....safe w....with you, and I believe him."<br />
<br />
The siblings looked at each other for a long moment, then bumped fists. The older boy grinned. "See you later. Have fun!" He turned, and, moments later, was gone. There was a hiatus, as though neither of us knew what to say next. The youngster finally broke the silence.<br />
<br />
"Is....is it alright if....we talk, for a while?"<br />
<br />
"C....course. Sit down, make yourself at home."<br />
<br />
The boy slipped his jacket off, laying it on the back of my sofa before sitting down. "My brother a...and me, we talk about things, a lot. Mum and Dad never want to talk to us about anything, never have, so we talk to each other. He told me, a couple of days ago, about his new....girlfriend - it's sort of official now, about them going out together - and, after a while, about how her and her bestie had taken him to see....someone, and some of what had....happened. I got upset, I didn't really know why, properly, because I know he's liked....his girl for ages, and I knew he'd....done it, done sex with her, a few months back. He said he'd....messed things up with her, though, and that he didn't think she'd ever see him again, so he was really happy with the way it had all turned out. Like I say, I got really down, even cried a bit, and he said not to worry, I'd have a girlfriend in no time, because loads of girls thought I was the....hottest guy in my year at school. I couldn't help myself, it all came out...."<br />
<br />
The youngster looked like tears were close once more.<br />
<br />
"What came out?" I asked him gently.<br />
<br />
"T....that I'm....I'm gay! I don't want a girlfriend, I want a boyfriend! But everyone I know, everyone except my bro, anyway, hates gays, or say they do, all the kids at school, and especially my dad. He'd....kill me if he found out, I know he would!" Now the tears did come, streaming down his beautiful cheeks. Instinctively, I moved to kneel in front of the youngster, taking his hands into my own.<br />
<br />
"Ssshhh, don't cry, please. Don't worry about your dad, or anyone else, I'm sure your brother won't tell, and I certainly won't. Trust me, I know how you feel, I realised when I was about your age - you're 12, I guess?" The boy nodded, his sobbing subsiding to humid sniffles. "I realised that I liked boys more, a lot more, than I did girls. And I hated it, for years, I just didn't want it to be true. But it was, and there was nothing I could do about it. I went to an all-boys school, a grammar school, too, I thought I was the only boy, not only in the school, but in the whole world, who liked other boys, there was no internet in those days, and no-one ever talked about....gay stuff. It wasn't even called 'gay' then, that word didn't come in from America, not that I knew of, anyway, until the late 1970s, they called us 'queers', 'poofs', 'homos', it was horrible. I sort of got away with it, because I'm bisexual, I suppose, I did like girls a bit, and went out with one or two over the years. I even ended up getting married, but it didn't last - when my ex found out I was bi, mostly gay, she dumped me like a hot potato. I haven't spoken to her for years."<br />
<br />
Suddenly, the boy gasped, and pulled his hands away from mine, apropos of what, I had no idea. Until I realised where his attention was focused. I'd barely registered the fact, but even the minimal physical contact I'd had with this beautiful youngster had translated into very obvious arousal, particularly given that I was wearing a pair of lightweight jogging bottoms I often favoured around the house, which left very little to the imagination. I rocked back on my haunches, contrite and embarrassed.<br />
<br />
"S....sorry, I....I can't help it. D....don't worry. I....I won't....hurt you, I promise."<br />
<br />
Still the boy looked, seemingly hypnotised, for long moments, before glancing up at me, a slow smile spreading across his lovely features.<br />
<br />
"Is....is that....because of....me?" I nodded slightly. "Woooow! I've got....hard....over guys, lots of times, but n....no-one has ever got hard....over me before, not that I know of, anyway. Awesome!"<br />
<br />
I grinned, rather goofily, in relief. "I bet <i>loads</i> of guys have got turned on because of you! And I bet plenty of girls have got....wet, too!" The boy's nose wrinkled in obvious distaste at the mention of the opposite sex, and it was all I could do to avoid laughing out loud. "Hey, it's not bad that girls fancy you, even if you don't fancy them back! It just proves how smoking hot you are!"<br />
<br />
The youngster laughed for a second or two, but his expression soon became much more serious, albeit in a thoughtful rather than a fearful way.<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know....what to think....about you....fancying me, I mean. It's like....people are always going on about....paedos, you know, hurting kids. It....it's not that I think....you'll hurt <i>me</i>, but you....you're...." His voice tailed off. I felt the need to reassure him.<br />
<br />
"Say what's on your mind, I won't be offended, I promise."<br />
<br />
"Well, you're....nice, but you're....pretty old. Older than my dad, definitely. I don't know if it would be....weird if we....did stuff."<br />
<br />
I grinned again. "Age comes to us all, sweetie, it's all part of life!" I looked him in the eye, doing my best to match his thoughtful tenor. "But, seriously, no-one's mentioned us 'doing stuff', apart from you, just now. I'll say the same to you as I said to your brother the other day - I can't deny I'm attracted to you, you're one of the most beautiful and desirable boys I've ever seen, but I'd <i>never</i> do anything you didn't want. Two reasons - the main one is that I <i>love</i> boys, and that I'd never want to hurt a boy, in any way at all, but, as well, and from a purely selfish point of view, I really don't want to go to jail. If anything was ever to happen between us, it would have to come from you, be your decision. I wouldn't even try to persuade you, still less force you. That's what happened with the girls, they asked me to do stuff with them. And I was as gobsmacked as could be, I can assure you! I mean, it's not that I'm some sex god, after all! I'm fat as well as old, even if I do always try to be nice."<br />
<br />
The boy looked amazed again. "Y....you mean....you've done it with my bro's girlfriend? And her bestie?" I nodded. "Wow!" The youngster's wide-eyed expression became contemplative once more. "But....you could get in as much trouble doing sex with them a....as with me, couldn't you?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, no doubt about it. That's partly why we don't use names, so there's less to hide. You can't tell about something if you genuinely don't know. But you guys all know where I live, of course, so if you wanted to....tell your parents, or....the police, there's nothing I could do to stop you. It's all a matter of trust, at the end of the day. You have to trust me not to hurt you, I have to trust you not to let things....come out into the open." The boy seemed to be processing what I'd just told him, and looked satisfied with what I'd said. "Anyway, talking about me being old, I've been kneeling down here for a while, and my bones are starting to creak! I need to sit!."<br />
<br />
The boy giggled. "Come and sit next to me, then! Then we can talk some more, if that's OK."<br />
<br />
"Course, whatever suits you!"<br />
<br />
I sat on the sofa, close to the youngster but careful not to touch, as we chatted for twenty minutes or more about his sexuality and its implications. He'd shuffled a little closer to me once or twice, but I had, subtly, I hoped, restored the gap between us each time. The third time, though, he spoke up.<br />
<br />
"Hey, stop running away from me! I don't bite!"<br />
<br />
"I'm sure you don't, but I was just trying to give you some space."<br />
<br />
He looked straight at me, as serious as at any time that afternoon. "M....maybe I don't <i>want</i> too much space."<br />
<br />
I opened my mouth to reply, but before I'd had time to say a word, he'd swung himself across me, straddling my thighs, wrapping his arms around my neck and mashing his thin lips against mine. My penis leapt almost instantaneously into full erection, in a way that had barely happened since my teens. The boy undoubtedly felt the response, because he lowered his buttocks slightly, circling against me. In what seemed like little more than ten seconds, I felt myself almost on the brink of orgasm. I disengaged from his kiss, as carefully as I could in the circumstances, and murmured into his ear.<br />
<br />
"Steady, steady, I'll cum in my pants if you're not careful. And I'm not ready to cum yet!"<br />
<br />
He drew back, an obvious look of disappointment in his eyes. I felt the need to reassure him quickly. "If you want to do this, if you're really sure, then I'd love to be with you, more than anything, ever in my life. But I'd want to make it special. For both of us. B....because it would be....my first time, too, with a boy, that is."<br />
<br />
"Y....you mean....you've liked boys....all your life, but never....done stuff with a boy?"<br />
<br />
"That's exactly what I mean. Like I said, I didn't want it to be true when I was your age, and didn't believe any other boys would be interested anyway, then when I got older, I was....too scared to try and....make it happen. Too afraid of the possible consequences. I've had one or two 'near misses', but no, I've never been with a boy, ever."<br />
<br />
The same slow smile as earlier lit up the youngster's features. "It's about time that changed, then! Shall we....go to bed?"<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
It was like forty years of dreams had come true, all at once. Even though I'd just lived through the most exciting hour of my life, it still seemed unreal, as though I <i>was </i>actually dreaming. The boy had dozed off, curled against my side, his silky, virtually hairless skin caressing what seemed like acres of my body. I relived what had just happened in my mind's eye. The beautiful youngster leading me by the hand to my bedroom. His allowing me the breathless delight of slowly undressing him, all of his charms finally being revealed as I carefully slid his underwear down and off. He was so hard, his slender four-inch boyhood pulsing visibly in time with his heartbeat, the pale foreskin retracted a little to reveal the deep pink of the tip of his moist glans. His gasp and shudder as I took the organ between my forefinger and thumb, stroking gently and slowly, easing his foreskin back to its fullest extent, before running my finger tip around his sensitive corona, once, twice, then teasing his frenulum with a hardly there touch. Hearing him suck in a ragged breath as he burst into orgasm, dry but powerful, his penis bucking against my coaxing finger again and again. No sign of over-sensitivity, no sign of his asking me to stop, so I continued my tender ministrations for long minutes, eventually replacing my fingers with my lips and tongue, lapping at his gorgeous erection before taking the whole length into my hungry mouth, licking and sucking as he writhed in pleasure beneath me, then, all too soon for both of us, he hit his second peak, his penis dancing wildly on my tongue for perhaps fifteen seconds, before he withdrew with a groan and rolled onto his side, the stimulation finally too much for him to bear any longer. Within seconds, though, he turned back to me, wordlessly pushed me onto my back, and began to return the oral favour in kind. He didn't take more than the head of my penis into his small mouth, but his tongue busily propelled me into ecstasy. Little over a minute later I was choking out my warning of impending climax, the boy pulled back, grasped my slippery shaft firmly in his right hand and rapidly masturbated me to one of the strongest orgasms of my whole life, his eyes lighting up in excitement as jet after jet of my semen burst forth. He was rampantly erect once more, and after a brief clean-up session and a conversation lasting mere seconds, he carefully took my anal virginity, losing his own maidenhood in the process. His thin penis was a perfect size for me, not a hint of discomfort as he knelt behind me thrusting slowly but firmly in and out of my body. I began to contract my sphincter in time with his strokes, taking him over the edge once more, almost squealing in his rapture as yet more huge, dry throbs wracked his young frame. I had no intention whatsoever of penetrating him, but he was more than happy to allow me the exquisite joy of frottage, my penis sliding back and forth against his until we both came once more, almost simultaneously. Finally sated, we laid wrapped in each others' arms, kissing tenderly, until his eyelids began to droop, and we rearranged ourselves to allow him to rest. I heard the text tone of my phone sound, and reached for the handset, being careful not to wake the youngster. The message was from his brother, saying that he and the girl weren't coming to my place after all, they'd made other arrangements, and asking that I made sure his younger sibling got home safely, before 6:00, when their parents were expected back from work. I of course agreed readily, and had just pressed the 'send' button when my beautiful bedmate awoke, smiling groggily in my direction. I smiled in return.<br />
<br />
"Everything OK, sweetheart?"<br />
<br />
"Oh yeah! That was the most fun I've ever, ever had. I'm so glad I came to see you!"<br />
<br />
"I'm just as glad, cutie pie, I can assure you! My first time <i>was </i>special, as special as I could ever have wished for."<br />
<br />
"It....it won't be....the last time, will it?"<br />
<br />
"That's entirely up to you. I can't imagine that I'd ever say 'no' to you, but, equally, if you'd rather find someone else, closer to your own age, maybe, that's fine too."<br />
<br />
"Well, maybe I'll look for someone my age one day, but, at the moment, being with you is great! W....will you....suck me again, please, I liked that better than anything!"<br />
<br />
"No problem! Let's just go into the bathroom, and clean up a little bit, and then I'll do it for as long as you like!"<br />
<br />
The boy looked nonplussed for a second, but then grinned rather sheepishly. "Oh yeah, it's been up your....bum, hasn't it?!" I smirked in return, as though I was his age.<br />
<br />
"Spot on! I'm pretty clean down there, but better to be safe than sorry!"<br />
<br />
Ten minutes later, his penis, smelling and tasting of nothing but pure, delicious boyness, was throbbing its way through his fifth climax of the afternoon. The physiological fireworks finally came to their end, and I gently released him.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh woooow! That was the best one yet! Thank you so much!"<br />
<br />
"You're very welcome, darling boy. I love making you feel good."<br />
<br />
"And I love you making me feel good! And making you feel good, too." There was a momentary hiatus. "C....can I be....your....boyfriend, please. F....for a while, at least. I....I don't mind if you still see....your girl, too, I promise."<br />
<br />
Tears trickled spontaneously from the corners of my eyes as my emotions welled over. "Oh, sweetie, There's nothing I'd like better than to have you as my special boy. For as long as it suits you, whether that's a week, a year, or forever! I'm so happy, it's all I've ever wanted!"<br />
<br />
The beautiful boy smiled, before kissing me tenderly. "Thank you, I love you!"<br />
<br />
"Love you too, darling boy."<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Three months on now, and we're still together, albeit very carefully and surreptitiously. We don't have sex all that often, but we have found ways to spend time together, both at my flat, and 'out and about'. I'm not expecting, for a moment, someone so young to stay with me for the rest of my life, but that doesn't stop me treasuring every last second we spend together. All the waiting, all the frustration and heartache, has finally been worthwhile. I've found the love of my life.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
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Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-25883151883580660322015-12-26T15:29:00.000+00:002016-01-15T19:27:46.473+00:00Neophyte<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content, involving descriptions of contact between an adult male and a girl below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.</i><br />
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<i>****</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
Running. That was my first sight of her. Running for the bus I was on, heading home as I was after completing the last of my Christmas grocery shopping, two days before the 'big event'. The bus driver was obviously infused with a little seasonal generosity, because he waited for her. She panted her thanks as she boarded the vehicle, before audibly climbing the stairs to the top deck. That upper part of the bus was almost empty, apart from me, but, for whatever reason, she decided to sit directly opposite me, in the right hand seat at the front.<br />
<br />
Why did I look at her? I couldn't tell you. Had she been a boy of the same age, I would certainly have looked, because my sexuality, for reasons I'd never been able to fathom, but couldn't deny, centred around my attraction to pubescent boys, but girls, for the most part, didn't interest me at all. And this girl wasn't really anything out of the ordinary, appearance wise, average height, longish dark hair, medium build, neither thin nor fat, some way beyond being a 'little girl', with her developing feminine curves, but still some distance from being a woman. I couldn't really tell how old she was, but my best guess was that she wasn't particularly close to being of 'legal age', maybe two years, possibly even a little more, short of that mark. But there must have been something, some hook, in her appearance, because I looked long enough for her to be aware of my scrutiny. She smirked a little. I turned away quickly, redirecting my gaze pointedly in the direction of the view from the window to my left. But not for long. Almost involuntarily, as the bus slowed towards its next stop, my attention was drawn back to the girl. Our eyes met. She giggled quietly, a little flush appearing on her cheekbones. My own face reddened in embarrassment, and I hastily looked away again.<br />
<br />
The twenty minute bus trip seemed to take an eternity, as I tried, but failed, to avoid sneaking glances at the girl. She seemed to notice every single one, the little smirk/smile playing on her lips each time. Until the bus approached the town centre bus station, where I needed to change to another service for the last leg of my journey. I couldn't resist 'one last look', but, this time, the expression on the youngster's face was pensive, maybe even worried. Damn, I thought, I've freaked her out now, and, in response, quickly got up from my seat and headed down the stairs well before the bus came to its final standstill. As soon as the driver opened the exit doors I alighted, the first of the passengers to do so, and quickly walked away, towards the stop for my connecting service, making sure not to look back. I already knew, courtesy of the bus 'countdown' app I had on my phone, that I wouldn't have to wait long,and, indeed, within two or three minutes, I was heading out of the bus station once more on the service which stopped more or less literally outside the front door of my flat, hardly more than five minutes away. The journey was as brief as expected - I could actually walk from the town centre to the flat in no more than fifteen minutes, but it was all uphill, so the bus was always an attractive option! - and I was soon on the pavement, putting my shopping bags down briefly while I fumbled in my pocket for house keys. But then a voice shocked me almost into catatonia.<br />
<br />
"Hello." After a hesitation which seemed like it lasted hours, but was, in reality, just a few seconds, I turned. It was the girl. I opened my mouth as if to speak, but no words would come. The same smirk I'd seen earlier returned to the youngster's face.<br />
<br />
"I saw you watching me before. Do you....like me?"<br />
<br />
My confusion was total. "I....I d....don't know. M....maybe. D....don't w....worry, though, I w....won't do any m....more than look," I managed to stammer.<br />
<br />
The girl smiled sweetly. "I didn't mind you looking - actually, it was....sort of....what I wanted."<br />
<br />
"W....what do you mean?"<br />
<br />
The girl glanced down for a moment, but then lifted her head and looked me straight in the eye. "Let me come inside your place, and I'll tell you." Her voice was breathy, almost sultry. My head screamed at me to tell her to go away, but I heard my voice say 'OK'.<br />
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****<br />
<br />
Ten minutes later, after putting my shopping away almost in a trance, I walked into my living room. The girl was sitting, seemingly totally relaxed, on my sofa, as though it was the most natural place in the world for her to be. I sat in the armchair, hardly able to look in her direction.<br />
<br />
"So?" I said, almost in a whisper. "Why did you follow me here?"<br />
<br />
"Because....I don't want....to be a ....virgin anymore. I want you to....be my first. I want you to....fuck me."<br />
<br />
All sorts of thoughts were sent roiling through my mind, all kinds of questions. But one forced its way to the forefront. "Why me?"<br />
<br />
"Why not?"<br />
<br />
"That isn't really an answer, and I suspect you know it. I also think you know I could get into all sorts of trouble, just by you being here, never mind anything more, so a proper explanation would be....courteous."<br />
<br />
The girl grinned. "OK, I guess you're right! Well....what it is....my best friend and I talk about sex all the time." I must've looked surprised, because the girl elaborated. "What? Girls do, you know, as well as boys! And we do stuff, too, give each other lovely cums! Anyway, she did it, a few months ago, with a boy in our class, but she said it wasn't much good - he....cummed too quickly, and she hardly got any good feelings at all. But then, she did it again with her u....with someone....older, and she said it was a hundred times better, he was really gentle and loving and thoughtful, he made her cum over and over again. So I decided....I wanted my first time to be with someone....like that. And when I saw you looking at me on the bus, I thought you....fancied me, and I saw you weren't wearing a wedding ring, or anything, so I thought you might be....the one to....help me." I didn't know what to say, so said nothing. The girl picked up on my hesitancy. "I wouldn't tell, if that's what you're worried about - I know what you said about getting in trouble is true, and I wouldn't let that happen, I promise. I mean, I'd probably tell my best friend I'd done it, but not who with, or anything. So....do you wanna?"<br />
<br />
Very good question, I thought. Did I want to? I hadn't had sex with anyone since my marriage broke up, almost four years earlier, and never with anyone as young as this girl, even if my fantasies were full of boys around her age. She looked into my eyes once more, questioningly. I swallowed nervously.<br />
<br />
"M....maybe. Let me go and have a shower, and think about it for a few minutes."<br />
<br />
"OK."<br />
<br />
Fifteen minutes later, I made my way from the bathroom into my bedroom - to find the girl already there, laying on my bed. Naked. My mouth fell open, causing her to giggle.<br />
<br />
"Like me?"<br />
<br />
This time, there was no hesitancy in my answer. Her young body really was very attractive, feminine enough, her small breasts tipped with perkily erect, dark pink nipples, the gentle swell of her developing hips framing a pubic mound dusted with dark hair above slightly puffy labia, but otherwise almost boyish in appearance - which, obviously, made her all the more desirable for a boylover like me.<br />
<br />
"Yes - you're a lovely looking young lady."<br />
<br />
She stood up, and walked towards me.<br />
<br />
"Come on, I'm really ready." She looked down at the front of my bathrobe, and the obviously growing bulge there. "And it looks like you are, too." She was the best part of a foot shorter than me, so that when she put her arms around me and drew us close, my erection pressed into her stomach. "I wanna see it! Feels big!" She made good her wish, untying the belt of the robe before moving the material aside. Her eyes widened. "It <i>is </i>big. Woooow!"<br />
<br />
I wasn't, in all honesty, anything more than average for an adult, certainly in length, but my penis was quite thick, and, at that moment, as rigidly erect as it had been for many years. The girl reached out tentatively, taking me in hand.<br />
<br />
"Wow, it's really hot and hard, too. And it's circ...." Her voiced tailed off, obviously suffering a vocabulary breakdown.<br />
<br />
"Circumcised?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, that! I haven't seen one like that before. Well, actually, I've only seen a couple of....dicks before, boys I know from school, and they both had their skin. Did it hurt when you had it....cut off?"<br />
<br />
"I couldn't tell you - I was only about eighteen months old at the time, so I don't remember it at all."<br />
<br />
"Oh."<br />
<br />
I gently removed her hand, taking it, and her other, in mine.<br />
<br />
"Before we go any further, are you really sure about this? You know that if we do....make love, it's for ever. Once it's done, it can never be undone. Only one person can ever be your first, obviously."<br />
<br />
The girl looked up at me, earnestly. "Yeah, I really am sure. Maybe I wasn't until what you just said, but I know now....that you really care. About me, I mean. It's not just about sex, like it was with my bestie and that boy. He just wanted to....fuck her. You want to....make love. And I know there's a big difference between the two." Her eyes still steadily on mine, she moved in close, kissing me gently, full on the lips. "Make love to me....please?"<br />
<br />
Any resistance I might still have had melted away with that kiss, and her words. I released her hands, and guided her gently back to my bed. I shucked off the bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor, then knelt at the bedside, encouraging her to sit on the edge of the mattress, then lie back. My hands stroked the smooth skin of the girl's arms and shoulders, before I turned my attention to her breasts, each the size of half an orange. She shivered and sighed as my fingertips teased the sensitive nipples.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, nice, that feels really nice!"<br />
<br />
I smiled into her eyes, then leaned forward, taking first one, then the other, of her nubs into my mouth, suckling gently. The girl's sigh became a moan of pleasure. As I continued my oral ministrations, I slipped my hand down between her legs, cupping her pubis carefully. She was already wet, much more so than I would have expected, so I took advantage of her natural lubrication to allow a finger to slide into the cleft of her vulva, caressing her slowly, top to bottom, and back again, until she began to pant and squirm. I guessed she was quite close to orgasm, so I replaced my finger with my tongue, licking her sweetly delicious slit firmly but carefully, teasing her little clitoris from beneath its hood and taking it between my lips. That did the trick, as the girl shook involuntarily, letting out a soft squeal as her climax hit hard. I slipped my forefinger into the tight tunnel of her vagina, loving the feeling of the strong muscle contractions against my digit as her orgasm continued. After long seconds, she began to calm down, but I left my finger deeply inside her as I returned to kissing her nipples once more.<br />
<br />
"That....was....<i>amazing</i>! I've never, ever cummed that much!" She thrust her hips against my finger, once, twice. "Put your....dick in there now, please!"<br />
<br />
"I'm too close to cumming myself for that, you've really turned me on! How about you do me with your hand first, then we can play for a while, get me hard again, that way I should be able to last a lot longer inside you. I want to make it as good as I can for you."<br />
<br />
"I'll....suck you, if you want, I've heard boys really like....blowjobs."<br />
<br />
"Oh, yeah, that would be <i>so </i>hot!"<br />
<br />
"Tell me before you....spunk, though, I want to watch it squirt! I've seen....pornos, but I've never seen a guy....cumming in real life". An embarrassed look crossed her face, before she spoke again, in a small voice. "A....and I don't really....want it in my mouth, anyway."<br />
<br />
"Course, I'd never want you to do anything you're not happy with."<br />
<br />
"Lay down, and teach me how to do it."<br />
<br />
"There's not much to learn, really - just use your lips and tongue, be careful about your teeth, and do whatever you're comfortable with. Don't try and take all of it, you'll gag if you do, and that wouldn't be fun, for either of us."<br />
<br />
"OK," she said, a little nervously. I laid in the middle of my double bed, spreading my legs so she could kneel between. As she lowered her head, her long hair flowed around my groin, making me shudder in pure excitement, before her tongue poked out, hesitantly, finally making the lightest of contacts with my precum anointed glans. Evidently reassured that I didn't taste nasty - I had just had a shower, after all - she proceeded more confidently, licking down the full length of my penis and back up again, swirling her tongue around the ridge of my corona, then opening her young mouth widely, taking my head and an inch or so of the throbbing shaft into the delightful warmth and wetness of her mouth. She bobbed her head, slowly at first, but then much more aggressively, keeping her tongue busy as she did so. I knew within seconds that I couldn't hold on, and warned her urgently.<br />
<br />
"I'm almost there, take it out, quick!"<br />
<br />
Her head pulled up abruptly, her small, soft hand taking the place of her mouth, masturbating me rapidly. I groaned, and burst into a huge orgasm, one of the strongest of my whole life. Her eyes were like saucers as she watched my first spurt of semen leap almost a foot into the air, but, to her credit, she didn't let go, milking a mind-melting degree of pleasure, as well as three or four more, albeit rapidly diminishing, bursts of ejaculate from my heaving body. I didn't want it to end, but the usual sensitivity soon kicked in, and I had to pull away, gasping.<br />
<br />
"Wow!" we said, almost in unison, causing the girl to break into fits of giggles.<br />
<br />
"That was <i>awesome</i>!" she gushed. "Is it always like that?"<br />
<br />
"No way, that was one of the biggest ones I've <i>ever</i> had! You sure you haven't done this before?!"<br />
<br />
More giggles, and a deep blush. "<i>Noooo</i>, that was the first time I've even <i>touched </i>a dick!"<br />
<br />
"Well, you were fantastic! Thank you, so much."<br />
<br />
I drew her face down towards mine, and we kissed again, tenderly, before I rolled out from under her to find a towel to clean us both up a little. My erection had wilted rapidly, and the girl looked at it with disappointment.<br />
<br />
"Don't worry, I'll only need a little rest, and maybe a bit of help from you, and I'll be good to go again. Let's cuddle and touch, and you'll see!"<br />
<br />
Over the following twenty minutes or so, we explored each others bodies with fingers, lips and tongues, the girl enjoying two more panting, shivery orgasms, in between which she watched with utter fascination as my penis once more rose to full, powerful erection. As I moved to kneel in front of her, she instinctively pulled her legs up, spreading her thighs as wide as she comfortably could, looking all the while into my eyes.<br />
<br />
"Is it time?" I asked her gently.<br />
<br />
"Yeah. Do it to me."<br />
<br />
"<i>With </i>you, <i>for </i>you, but definitely not <i>to</i> you. This is as much, more, for you than it is for me. That's the way I want it to be, I want your first time to be one you'll always remember, in a good way."<br />
<br />
"Do it <i>with </i>me, then. Right now!"<br />
<br />
I nodded, leaning down to kiss her once more, while I slipped one, then, for the first time, two fingers into her drenched channel. With my free hand, I opened the top drawer of my bedside cabinet, and pulled out something I never thought I'd use - a pack of condoms.<br />
<br />
"You don't need one of those. I'm on the pill, 'cause I have really bad, painful periods if I don't take it. A....and I want to feel <i>you</i>, not some bit of plastic."<br />
<br />
"If you're sure?" The girl nodded decisively.<br />
<br />
"Put it in. Put your dick in me."<br />
<br />
I needed no more encouragement. I guided my raging erection to her threshold, sliding up and down her inner lips a couple of times before positioning the head against the tiny looking opening to her vagina. I pushed forward gently but insistently, feeling the tight muscle begin to give way. At that moment, the girl pushed her hips up towards me, and the glans and two inches of shaft were suddenly inside her. She whimpered, trembling.<br />
<br />
"Are you alright? Do you want me to take it out?"<br />
<br />
"No way! Put it all in, I mean it!"<br />
<br />
I eased forward, slowly, carefully, until my whole length was gripped, so tightly, by her delicious wetness.<br />
<br />
"Is that all of it?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I'm all the way inside you. Is it OK?"<br />
<br />
"It feels....like....I don't know what. Full. Big. W....wonderful!"<br />
<br />
I withdrew an inch or two, then pushed forward again, before slowly repeating the dose. The girl gasped once more.<br />
<br />
"So good, do it more, do it faster!"<br />
<br />
I quickened my pace a little, to around one thrust a second. The girl began to move in time with my rhythm, her eyes open but unfocused, her mouth smiling faintly, distantly. Then, out of nowhere, she squealed once more.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, oh God! Cumming! Cumming right up deep inside! Ooohhh!"<br />
<br />
Her rhythm was washed away by the intensity of feeling, but mine wasn't, and I knew I was nowhere near my orgasm yet. I kept pumping away, and, almost as soon as her first climax had ebbed away, she hit a second peak, moaning and shivering. On and on our lovemaking went, the girl beginning to positively buck her hips to meet my thrusts, her passion finally bringing me to the edge.<br />
<br />
"Oh my God, again! You're making me cum again!"<br />
<br />
As I felt her muscles contracting once more, I gave one last deep thrust, and cummed like I never had before, ever in my life. My penis must have spasmed fifteen times, the pleasure almost indescribable. I was on the verge of collapse, but with my last vestige of strength, I managed to lift her bodily from the bed and roll us over, so that it was her light frame that flopped, exhausted, onto my much heavier one. My erection, gripped as it was in her liquid embrace, subsided much more slowly this time, but subside it eventually did, and I slipped out of her, causing her to moan against my shoulder.<br />
<br />
"Awwww, it felt so nice, you staying inside me! I wanna do it again!"<br />
<br />
I laughed, and kissed the top of her head. "You might have a long wait for that! I'm not a young boy anymore, you've worn me out completely! And anyway, we don't want to make you sore, that might be pretty hard to explain to your parents."<br />
<br />
She looked up at me, pouting. "It's only my mum, and she won't care. She'll probably be out tonight, doing it herself!"<br />
<br />
I stroked her hair gently. "Let's just snuggle for a while, eh? That's one of the best parts of making love, as opposed to just fucking, as far as I'm concerned. Being warm and close afterwards."<br />
<br />
I held her close, caressing her back and buttocks gently, in affection rather than desire. She sighed and smiled, kissing my neck. It wasn't long before we'd both dozed off.<br />
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****<br />
<br />
We'd woken after an hour or so, and had just had a shower apiece when the girl's mobile rang. It was pretty much a one-sided conversation, the girl's side being restricted to occasional monosyllables, 'yeah', 'no' and 'Bye'.<br />
<br />
"I've got to go," she said with regret in her eyes. "My mum's got off work early, and wants us to go out for tea. C....can I see you again, sometime?"<br />
<br />
"If you want, but only if you can come round without anyone else knowing. I'm sorry to ask you to keep secrets, but you know why."<br />
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"Yeah, it's the same with my bestie, and her....friend. Like I said, I don't want you to get in trouble."<br />
<br />
"Thanks. You have a good Christmas, and I'll maybe see you again soon."<br />
<br />
"Hope so. It's been brilliant!"<br />
<br />
I walked down the stairs to let her out. Just as I was about to open the door, she flung her arms around my neck, kissing me enthusiastically.<br />
<br />
"See ya!"<br />
<br />
"Bye."<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
I didn't, in all honesty, expect to see her again. She'd got what she'd set out to get, and all I could hope was that she'd enjoyed her first time - and that she wouldn't change her mind about what had happened, and tell her mother, or the police.<br />
<br />
It was Boxing Day afternoon, and I was just debating whether to venture to my local for a beer or three after my solitary Christmas. Then my doorbell rang. I looked nervously through my living room window, expecting to see an officer of the law, but could actually see no-one at all. The bell sounded again. I picked up my keys, walking slowly down the steep flight of stairs, unlocked and opened the door - and gasped.<br />
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"Hiya!" the girl said brightly. "This is my best friend, she....wants to....meet you!"<br />
<br />
I grinned fit to bust. "Come in, ladies!"<br />
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****<br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-55972811411229431312015-11-28T19:58:00.000+00:002015-11-28T19:58:15.234+00:00Plaint<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>For J</i><br />
****<br />
<br />
Sometimes it begins with a trivial decision<br />
Like taking a pullover from my wardrobe<br />
And then remembering the first day I wore it<br />
An avalanche of recollections and emotions<br />
Sent sweeping down the mountain of regret<br />
To collect as the scree born of all the mistakes I've made<br />
I wonder how are you, who are you now, two years on?<br />
Ten and a half, on the threshold of a new phase of your life<br />
Childhood's end so close it can almost be tasted<br />
The only anchor between the past and the future<br />
Your pale blue eyes, pools of calm in a roiling world<br />
If I'd known, when I hugged you goodbye that night<br />
That the implosion was so close, that I'd never see you again<br />
What would I, what could I have said as a valediction?<br />
Which words, if any, might your eight year old self have heard<br />
That could have been of value to the potential you<br />
The you that you've become and the you that's yet to be?<br />
I like to think I could have helped you, given you something<br />
Otherwise lacking, encouraged your strengths, salved the pain<br />
Of your being in a different place from those around you<br />
Different like I was different, in my turn, with but not of them<br />
Their not wishing to harm you, but knowing no better<br />
Sucking you into the lowest common denominator quicksands<br />
Their imaginations could never escape from<br />
Even if they had forever to make the attempt<br />
But my concern for you was irremediably tainted<br />
Even as it was born, when, at the foot of your stairs<br />
As you reached out in chaste affection, and hugged my neck<br />
My body betrayed what my consciousness denied<br />
That instantaneous reaction, hidden from your innocence<br />
But as unequivocal as any death knell<br />
Forever condemning me, in my own mind, if nowhere else<br />
To inhabit the deepest pit of darkest self-loathing<br />
And rendering the interrupted cadence of our parting<br />
The only appropriate outcome<br />
You'll never read this, in any foreseeable circumstance<br />
But if you do, I have but one thing to say<br />
Be happy, but, above all else, be yourself<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
<br />
<br />
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Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-14203825720020567612015-11-01T16:25:00.000+00:002015-11-01T16:25:17.501+00:00Pretence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've just seen the lost boy<br />
Looking back at me from the dark glass<br />
Of the window of a closed shop<br />
Seen his eyes, at once haunted and lifeless<br />
Betraying the torment within<br />
So tired of hiding, so sick of pretending<br />
No longer able to convince himself<br />
That his life is anything but unbearable<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
<br /></div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-65955877222160770012015-09-16T09:55:00.000+01:002015-09-16T09:55:34.766+01:00Afterparty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content, involving descriptions of contact between boys, and between girls and boys, below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.</i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>Chapter 3 of the 'Cassie and Robin' series, introducing some new friends. As ever, please remember that this is all complete fiction. SB</i><br />
<i><br /></i>****<br />
"Guess what, Cassie?!" Amber said excitedly as she caught up with her best friend on the way into school, one morning just before the start of the long summer holiday.<br />
<br />
"What?"<br />
<br />
"Michaela's coming over on holiday next month! I haven't seen her for ages!" Cassie knew that Amber had really missed her cousin, a year older than Cassie and her best friend, after she and her family had moved to Canada, her mother's home country, eighteen months or so earlier. "And even though my birthday's not until after we go back to school, Mum said that I can have my party early, while Micki's here. We're going to have a bouncy castle, and a big barbecue, and everything! And she's even said we can have a sleepover after! It'll be great!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, that sounds like it's going to be so fun!" A thought occurred to Cassie. "Is Michaela coming to visit on her own?"<br />
<br />
"Oh no, all her family will be here." Amber's face fell. "Even Brodie. I suppose he'll have to come to my party, worse luck. I wasn't going to invite any boys, but now I'm going to end up with the worst pest in the world!"<br />
<br />
Cassie giggled. Brodie, Michaela's nine year old brother, was certainly, from what Cassie remembered of him at seven and a half, a borderline hyperactive little thing, always full of energy from morning until night, into everything. Exhausting, but fun, in Cassie's view, but she knew Amber didn't like him at all.<br />
<br />
"It's not funny, Cassie," Amber pouted, "he's a nightmare!"<br />
<br />
"Sorry, Amber. Maybe he's grown up a bit. He'll be alright, I bet."<br />
<br />
"Not from what Micki said when she e-mailed me to tell me they were coming over. He's the same as ever, she told me." Cassie had a thought.<br />
<br />
"Why don't you invite Robin, then. He could look after Brodie, help to wear him out!"<br />
<br />
Amber grinned. "That's a great idea, Cassie!" The girl blushed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I....I really like Robin, too, after....what happened. I mean, I....I liked him before, but now....well, you know, don't you?!"<br />
<br />
Cassie nodded, her own cheeks colouring almost as much as Amber's. The siblings hadn't found the privacy, since 'Den Day', some five or six weeks earlier, to go nearly as far as Cassie would've liked to further their sexual relationship, but the girl knew she wanted to, badly, and she knew Robin did, too. All they'd managed, though, was to kiss and cuddle, share a few furtive caresses, only once to the point of climax, and whisper about how great that night of mutual discovery had been. Robin had told her about some new stuff too, things he'd learned about during another sleepover with Charlie and his older brother, Lucas. What Robin had told her sounded really good. She could hardly wait, and couldn't help but hope that Amber's party might just provide that opportunity.<br />
<br />
"Maybe Charlie Newton could come, too, Amber, you know, Robin's best friend, then if Robin gets worn out, there'll be another boy to keep Brodie busy! And there's something else, too," Cassie added, a little mysteriously.<br />
<br />
"What?" Amber replied.<br />
<br />
"Charlie....really likes you," Cassie whispered. Amber blushed furiously once more. She'd looked, more than once, at the handsome fair-haired boy, Robin's almost inseparable companion, and very much liked what she'd seen.<br />
<br />
"Y....you're joking, aren't you? Charlie w....wouldn't be....interested in me."<br />
<br />
"He would. Trust me."<br />
<br />
"H....how do you know?"<br />
<br />
Robin had told his sister, of course, about his plan to invite Charlie if Amber ever had another sleepover at their house, but Cassie kept the secret.<br />
<br />
"I just know, OK? You know I wouldn't lie to you, you're my bestie, but I promised I wouldn't say who told me, so please don't ask."<br />
<br />
Amber pondered what her friend had said. Maybe a couple of boys wouldn't be so bad, after all. And Charlie really was cute, nearly as cute as Robin, and if Cassie was right, and he was interested, Amber certainly wouldn't mind having him as her boyfriend. As long as her mum didn't find out!<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
The 'Great British Summer', typically, had very much had its ups and downs weather-wise, but the last week of July had proven to be dry, sunny and very warm, including the Saturday afternoon as the guests for Amber's early birthday party gathered at the local community centre where the celebration was to be held, Amber's mother having decided that their garden was too small to accommodate the bouncy castle and a bevy of boisterous youngsters. Cassie, Robin and Charlie arrived together, having walked the short distance from the siblings' home, and were just in the process of handing Amber her cards and presents when Robin staggered and almost fell, as a veritable whirlwind of energy crashed into his back.<br />
<br />
"Robin! You're here! Amber said you were coming to the party!"<br />
<br />
Robin, having just about regained his balance, literally and figuratively, looked down and around, to find a beaming face, topped with a shock of tousled light brown hair, at just about the level of his shoulder.<br />
<br />
"Brodie, hi! Great to see you!" Robin had met Brodie a number of times before his family's emigration, and, like Cassie, he'd found the little dynamo fun to be around, if almost impossible to keep up with at times.<br />
<br />
"It's great to see you, too! Come and play, there's a bouncy castle, and everything!"<br />
<br />
"In a sec, I'll just give Amber her present first, OK?"<br />
<br />
"Alright," Brodie chirped, "come and find me at the castle, 'K?"<br />
<br />
The youngster ran off again at full tilt, causing a couple of the adults to have to take evasive action. Amber sighed meaningfully, raising her eyebrows in cartoonish exasperation. Cassie giggled as surreptitiously as she could.<br />
<br />
"He <i>is </i>still a nightmare, I told you he would be!" Amber groaned.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
By the time the party began to wind down towards late afternoon, Robin was starting to wilt. It was a hot day, but Brodie only seemed to have one setting, flat out, heat or no heat! Robin flopped down onto the grass beside his best friend, having thirstily drained a large cold drink.<br />
<br />
"You're looking cool enough. It's your turn to go on the bouncy castle with Brodie, I mean it!"<br />
<br />
Charlie laughed. "Is he still going, then?"<br />
<br />
"Nonstop! I thought he'd get tired eventually, but not a chance! He's worn me out, that's for sure! How have things gone with Amber, by the way?"<br />
<br />
Charlie flushed a little. "Y....yeah, OK. You were right, she <i>is </i>fun, once you get to know her."<br />
<br />
"You asked her out yet?"<br />
<br />
"We....sort of talked about it, but her mum won't let her go anywhere, even with Cassie or Micki, so there's no chance she'd let Amber go out with me. I....I do....like her, though, and I think she likes me. I....did kind of wonder....if I might be....gay, after, you know....doing stuff with you and Luc, but I think I'm going to be like Luc, and do both, you know, with girls and boys."<br />
<br />
"Well, I'm just the same - we've done stuff, and I've....done it with girls, and <i>I </i>like both, too. It all feels great, so who cares?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, you're right....hey, wait, what girls?!" Robin blanched, but before Charlie could pursue the matter, a little saviour galloped to the rescue.<br />
<br />
"Come on, Robin, we've only got another ten minutes to go on the bouncy castle!"<br />
<br />
"I'm too tired, B, Charlie will come with you instead, though, won't you, Charlie?" Robin's best friend nodded amiably enough to Brodie, but gave Robin a look that said 'You won't get out of it that easily' as he turned to leave.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
"Hey, guess what, Robin?" Brodie said as the 'overnight guests', Cassie, Robin and another schoolfriend of the girls' called Grace, as well as Brodie and Michaela, arrived at Amber's home.<br />
<br />
"What?"<br />
<br />
"We're sleeping in a tent in the garden tonight, come and see!"<br />
<br />
The younger boy grabbed Robin's hand, dragging him almost bodily through the back door. There, already pitched under a tree near the back fence, was a reasonably sized two-man tent, certainly more than ample for an 11 and a 9 year old to share.<br />
<br />
"Come and look inside, Robin."<br />
<br />
It was a bit like 'Den Day' again, Robin thought, thick foam camping mattresses, sleeping bags and blankets, plus a battery lamp hanging from the tent's apex.<br />
<br />
"Cool, isn't it?" Brodie bubbled. "This was our camping stuff, before we moved, and my dad's friend who he gave it to let us borrow it back for the weekend. Aunty Margaret said there wasn't enough room for everyone in the house, because my mum and dad are in the spare room, and Micki and your sister and that other girl are in Amber's room."<br />
<br />
"Yeah, it's great," Robin agreed. "Those foam beds look really comfy."<br />
<br />
"They are!" Brodie flung himself on the nearest mattress, almost hard enough to bounce straight off the other side!<br />
<br />
"Whoa, B, don't knock the tent down!"<br />
<br />
Brodie giggled furiously. Robin couldn't help but join in the laughter - the little guy was certainly a scamp, but he was great fun, too. Should be a good night, the older boy thought to himself.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
It was still light when Brodie and Robin made their way out to their overnight accommodation. It was quite a bit earlier than Robin had expected to be occupying the tent, especially given that Brodie showed no signs whatsoever of being tired yet, but that, maybe, was the issue - the adults, especially Amber's mother, found Brodie even more exhausting company than Amber did, and this was an ideal opportunity to get some peace and quiet. There were a few snacks, and some bottles of water, but nothing sugary - no-one wanted to give the 'human tornado', as Robin had begun to think of his young friend, any more energy than he already had! As the light began to fade, though, Brodie did begin to calm down a little, and, at length, turned to Robin with a questioning glance.<br />
<br />
"Is it time to get changed for bed now, Robin?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, if you're ready, B, go for it."<br />
<br />
Brodie reached for a little backpack he'd dropped beside his bed, taking out a pair of pyjamas. Robin had already changed into pyjama shorts and a tee-shirt in the bathroom of the house, leaving the little overnight bag he was sharing with Cassie in the girl's possession. As Brodie shucked off his own shorts, he began to wiggle his underwear clad bottom at Robin, his trademark giggle filling the tent.<br />
<br />
"I'm a stripper, look at me!"<br />
<br />
Robin chuckled at Brodie's antics, all the more so when the younger boy, still with his back to Robin, pulled his shirt off, whirling it around his head before allowing it to fly off into the corner.<br />
<br />
"You're nuts, B!" Robin laughed.<br />
<br />
"No, <i>these</i> are nuts!" Brodie yelled, before, quick as a flash, spinning around to face the older boy, his briefs pulled down to mid-thigh, gyrating his hips furiously. Robin gasped as not only Brodie's tight little scrotum came into view, but an absolutely vertical five or six centimetre erection. Sensing where Robin's attention lay, Brodie laughed delightedly.<br />
<br />
"Like my stiffie, Robin?!" Robin licked his lips nervously, but said nothing. "Watch, I can make it pop out!" Brodie duly did, two or three times, the little foreskin sliding back and forth much more easily than Robin's own. "Feels great when you make it move like that! Does your wiener do that, too, Robin?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, it does. But my skin is kind of....tighter than yours, I have to be careful when I move it, it can hurt if I do it too quickly."<br />
<br />
"Have you got a stiffie, too? I wanna see, show me!"<br />
<br />
Robin's penis had, indeed, sprung almost instantly into a full erection at the sight of the younger boy's near-nakedness, at the unashamed display of his prepubescent body.<br />
<br />
"You <i>have </i>got a stiffie, I can see it in your shorts! Come on, Robin, please, let me see!"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know, Brodie. If anyone finds out, I'll get in trouble, I'm supposed to be looking after you."<br />
<br />
"No-one will find out - me and my cousin Evan, he's 8, back at home, we show each other our stiffies all the time." Brodie's voice dropped to a near whisper. "A....and I show Micki, too, when she wants, she likes watching it....go hard, so I....let her see, even....touch it. Go on, Rob," - Brodie used the diminutive of his friend's name for the first time - "I won't tell, ever, I promise!"<br />
<br />
"A....alright." Robin eased his clothing down to his knees, while Brodie watched avidly, before the younger boy gasped, his eyes like saucers.<br />
<br />
"Woooow! T....that's....so big, Rob! That's the biggest one I've ever seen! Will mine get that big?!"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know, B, mine's big for my age, I think." Robin looked once more at Brodie's still naked and aroused genitals. "Yours looks....really nice, though, I love the way it points straight up, I haven't seen one like that before."<br />
<br />
Brodie grinned happily. "Have you seen....lots of wieners, then, Rob?"<br />
<br />
"N....not really, only...about three, I guess."<br />
<br />
"I've seen a few, but most of them are my buddies', you know, my age, so they're all little like me." Brodie hesitated for a moment or two, before speaking quietly once more. "W....we sometimes....touch each other, too, specially me and Evan. It feels really good. Have you done that, Rob?" Robin nodded, slowly, slightly. "D....do you....want to do it....with me, now?"<br />
<br />
"I....if you want, B, if you're....sure."<br />
<br />
Brodie giggled once more, a sound Robin was coming to love. "Oh yeah, it'll be great!" The boy kicked his little briefs off over his feet and onto the floor, before wrapping his smooth, warm body around his older friend. "Take your stuff off, too, Rob. I love cuddling all bare with Evan, when we have sleepovers."<br />
<br />
Robin, had he thought too deeply about Brodie's proposition, might have come up with all sorts of reasons why he and the younger boy shouldn't 'play' together, but while his body wasn't yet awash with the hormones of puberty, he wasn't far short of that point, and he was also a boy who'd learned, over the previous few months, how good being sexy with others could feel, so there was never any real prospect of his refusing Brodie's invitation. Within seconds, the two boys were naked on one of the foam beds, almost nose to nose, studying each other's young bodies closely. Brodie looked, just for a moment, into Robin's eyes, before tentatively reaching out and taking his friend's throbbing length into his small hand, squeezing gently as if to gauge its hardness. Robin couldn't resist reciprocating, gripping Brodie's little spike between his thumb and one finger before beginning to stroke softly.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh Rob, nice, feels so nice!"<br />
<br />
Robin continued to work the younger boy's foreskin back and forth, Brodie's breathing soon becoming shallower, then more irregular.<br />
<br />
"Rob, what's happening?! My wiener's feeling....really tickly!" Brodie's eyes went wide in alarm. "S....stop, Rob, I....I'm gonna....pee if you don't!"<br />
<br />
Robin was pretty certain that Brodie wasn't going to pee, he knew what was going to happen instead, and stroked a little more firmly and a lot more quickly. Brodie's eyes squeezed shut, before a little whimper escaped his lips. Robin felt the little penis grow harder still beneath his fingertips, then launch into a series of small, firm, rapid spasms. Brodie squealed and squirmed as feelings he'd never experienced before raced through his body for long seconds. It became too much for the youngster, though, and he pulled away from the hand that had worked such magic, rolling into an almost foetal position, his knees drawn up close to his chest. Within a few seconds, though, he turned back towards Robin.<br />
<br />
"Wow, wow, wow!! What was <i>that</i>!! It's never felt like that before!"<br />
<br />
Robin grinned. "You've never had that feeling before?"<br />
<br />
"Nuh-uh. I mean, my wiener's got kind of a bit tickly, so I've stopped. Wait till I get home, Evan's going to get a real surprise!"<br />
<br />
Robin explained to Brodie, in simple terms, what it was that had happened, and what it was called. Brodie nodded.<br />
<br />
"I've heard older guys at school talk about 'cumming', but I never knew what they meant. I sure do now!" Brodie looked serious, almost pensive, for a moment or two. "W....will you get that great feeling, too, i....if I rub your weiner?" Robin nodded. "C...can I try, please?"<br />
<br />
"Course you can, if you want to. Just be careful with my skin, like I said, though."<br />
<br />
Brodie grinned anew, before moving to sit astride Robin's upper thighs and beginning a purposeful rhythmic up and down motion.<br />
<br />
"Wow, I love yours, Rob, it's soooo long, and so hard, too! Does it feel good?"<br />
<br />
"Really good, B, keep doing it just like that."<br />
<br />
"Tell me when you're gonna get your cumming feelings."<br />
<br />
"OK - it won't be long, it's feeling great already!"<br />
<br />
And, true to his word, in no more than a couple of minutes, Robin was gasping out his warning to the youngster, who took his cue like a professional, speeding up his stroke and bringing Robin to a strong climax.<br />
<br />
"That was <i>soooo </i>cool, Rob, feeling your wiener jump like that. Was that what mine felt like to you?"<br />
<br />
Robin paused a few seconds, to get his breath back. "Yeah, it's really fun feeling those jumps. It's fun to do it to yourself, too, but it's always a bit better when somebody else helps you."<br />
<br />
"I'll see if Micki will do it to me sometime - it always feels good when she touches me, but I don't know if she's heard of cumming."<br />
<br />
"Oh, she probably has - girls talk about sex stuff, too, you know, and do it, as well."<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Little did Robin know, but the four girls sharing Amber's bedroom, Amber and Michaela on Amber's bed, Cassie and Grace sharing an air mattress alongside, had talked about little else since they had gone upstairs a few minutes after Robin and Brodie had headed for the tent. Grace was the most innocent of the group, but it wasn't long before her education was under way, Cassie and Michaela initiating a little 'show and tell' session which ended with Grace moaning and shivering her way through her first ever orgasm, only minutes after Brodie had enjoyed the same experience. One by one, the girls dozed off, until only Cassie remained awake. She laid listening to the adults saying their goodnights, and after a few moments of flushing toilets and water running in sinks, bedroom doors were closed and the house fell silent. Cassie felt her eyelids beginning to droop, but forced herself to remain alert. There was a plan afoot, and the girl had no intention of allowing sleep to interfere with it.<br />
<br />
Outside in the garden, Robin was desperately fighting off sleep, too. In the aftermath of their mutual masturbation, fatigue had finally caught up with Brodie, he was audibly and deeply asleep. Robin crept, as quietly as he could, to the entrance of the tent. The mild night air was enough to sweep the cobwebs of tiredness from his eyes, as he looked cautiously towards the darkened house. No sign of life, except....yes, there she was, carefully opening and then reclosing the patio door that had been left unlocked in case the boys needed anything from indoors during the night. Robin smiled broadly, before whispering urgently.<br />
<br />
"Quick, Cass, he's out cold. Let's get in the tent before anyone sees us!"<br />
<br />
The siblings quickly slipped inside, and, after checking that Brodie was, indeed, still sleeping soundly, wrapped each other up in the warmest of embraces, kissing softly.<br />
<br />
"At last, Robbie," Cassie breathed, "it's been so long since 'Den Day'!"<br />
<br />
"I know, Cass! We've got to be really careful still, though, if Brodie wakes up, anything could happen! Come and lay down under the blanket with me."<br />
<br />
Cassie nodded, brother and sister slipping into the woolly cocoon. As had been the case with Brodie earlier, Robin moved his face close to Cassie's, but this time, lips met, softly, sensuously, before parting to allow the tips of two tongues to come together in a gentle dance of love.<br />
<br />
After long seconds of contact, Cassie drew back, sighing.<br />
<br />
"Robbie, it's so lovely when we kiss like that. It makes me tingle, all over!"<br />
<br />
"I know, Cass, it makes me feel the same." Robin paused for a few seconds. "Cass....you know I told you I learned that new stuff when I had the sleepover with Charlie and Luc?" The girl nodded in the dim light. "Well....do you want to try? You know....licking each other, I mean"."<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know....doesn't it taste....yucky?"<br />
<br />
"Not if you're....clean down there. Luc and Charlie and I, we....we licked and sucked each others' dicks. And it felt awesome! I liked doing it with Luc, specially, 'cos he squirted.... his sperms in my mouth."<br />
<br />
"Ewww!"<br />
<br />
"No, Cass, it tasted fine, a bit salty but sort of sweet, too. There isn't that much, anyway, only like a small spoonful, it's not the same as peeing, when you do loads. Luc told me that....girls can get really good feelings by having their....pussies kissed and licked, too, especially when you do it to that 'bump' thing. Lucas said it's called the clitoris, or clit for short. Girls can do it....to each other, too, to get their....cumming feelings."<br />
<br />
The siblings looked into each others' faces, both flushed with their desire.<br />
<br />
"S....so....do you want to....try it, Cass? I'll do it for you, you don't have to do it back, if you don't want to."<br />
<br />
"O....OK, Robbie."<br />
<br />
"Lay down on your back, Cass, in the middle, here."<br />
<br />
Robin gently guided his sister into the position he wanted, before sliding her pyjama bottoms and panties down her boyish thighs, then lower and off. He looked hungrily at her hairless genitals, before lowering his head slowly, carefully. The mild scent of her girlish arousal filled his nostrils, his already insanely hard erection throbbing in pheromonal response. Finally, almost in slow motion, his lips touched her skin, and he kissed her vulva firmly. The girl shivered at the new sensation, then gasped as Robin gently parted her outer lips with his fingers before taking a long, slow lick along the full length of her rapidly dampening slit, then another, and another. After a few strokes, he began to concentrate on her most sensitive place, using just the tip of his tongue to stimulate the little bud, rapidly bringing his sister to a shuddering peak, Cassie gritting her teeth to avoid crying out in her joy.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh woooow, Robbie, that was soooo good!"<br />
<br />
The boy grinned broadly, before moving back up and kissing Cassie on the lips, the girl tasting her own juices for the first time, and finding the taste far from unpleasant.<br />
<br />
"Your turn now, Robbie, lie down!"<br />
<br />
The siblings' positions were quickly reversed, Robin's shorts joining Cassie's nightwear on the mattress beside them. The girl held her brother's penis tenderly between her fingers, gazing at the rigid shaft she was coming to know so well for long seconds, before leaning forward and tentatively running her tongue across the sensitive flesh. Robin moaned lowly as a surge of good feelings washed through his body. After a few strokes, Cassie opened her mouth and carefully took the boy's glans between her lips. She realised instinctively that she needed to be careful about her teeth, keeping them covered as she moved her head slightly, slowly. Cassie then used her tongue to tickle the tip of Robin's foreskin, causing the boy to catch his breath and writhe at the rapidly rising pleasure, his hips beginning to move, outside his conscious control. Already stimulated to an almost mind-mangling degree, all that was required was the application of a tiny amount of suction from the girl before Robin simply erupted into a massive orgasm, Cassie feeling the member in her mouth buck and throb, again and again. The boy whimpered at the almost unbearable sensations, finally having to withdraw with a huge gasp, unable to take any more. He slumped back onto the mattress, reaching up to his sister with open arms and pulling her down on top of him, their half-naked bodies melting together. The siblings kissed passionately, their lips parting once more, tasting each other for long minutes. They rolled over, Cassie loving the feeling of Robin's sturdy body covering her own. The boy felt his sister's wetness against his genitals, and, within moments, his penis was fully, strainingly erect once more. He allowed his hand to slide down between his body and the girl's, gently running his finger along her slippery vulva, then dipping inside to gently pet her clitoris.<br />
<br />
"Oh Cass, I want you so much!"<br />
<br />
"And I want you just as much, Robbie! Can we....do it, now, please, I can't wait any longer!"<br />
<br />
"Oh yeah! But we'd better stay under the covers, though, just in case Brodie wakes up - we can pretend we're just having a cuddle, then."<br />
<br />
"O....OK. Oh, Robbie, I'm ready, really ready, put your....lovely dick inside me, right now, please!"<br />
<br />
"Help me, Cass, put it in the right place, so I don't hurt you, please."<br />
<br />
Cassie reached down and guided Robin's erection, the hardest he could ever remember, purposefully towards its target.<br />
<br />
"There, Robbie, push now!"<br />
<br />
Robin eased his hips forward, his glans and then the whole shaft sinking smoothly into the girl's core. Both siblings gasped at the delicious feelings.<br />
<br />
"Oh Cass, you're so warm and wet! It feels <i>soooo </i>wonderful!"<br />
<br />
"And you're so long and hard, Robbie, I've missed this <i>so </i>much! F....fuck me, fuck me till I cum!"<br />
<br />
Robin was shocked at his sister's language, just for a moment, but he could easily understand the passion, the same passion he felt for her, that had engendered her words. He began to thrust, slowly but firmly, withdrawing until only his glans remained inside Cassie's gripping tunnel of flesh, then pushing back inside, as deeply as he could, until their hairless pubic mounds came together. Then another withdrawal, another penetration, then another and another. Cassie began to pant in time with Robin's strokes, and push her hips up to meet his downward pressure.<br />
<br />
"Fucking you, Cass, fucking you! My darling, it feels so good, better than ever!"<br />
<br />
Robin had expected to climax very quickly, but, for some reason he couldn't fathom, he found himself on a plateau of pleasure, every movement sending streamers of joy out from his pistoning penis and through to the rest of his body, but not taking him to the point of no return. Cassie, though, began to shake uncontrollably as orgasm ripped through her slender frame, little unconscious yelps and whimpers of sheer bliss escaping her lips. Robin didn't miss a beat, though, pumping away as though he might never stop, but, suddenly, the dam broke, just as Cassie climaxed for a second time, the boy groaning deeply into his sister's ear as a huge orgasm sent shockwaves from his head to his toes. As ever, though, the ecstasy was over far too soon, Robin's body coming to rest, his still fully erect penis remaining inside his sister's body for long minutes, until the girl finally fidgeted a little, a clear sign that it was time to leave her sweet, moist sanctuary and return to the mundanity of the 'real world'.<br />
<br />
"That was....just amazing, Robbie," Cassie sighed.<br />
<br />
"I....I know, Cass, you felt so fantastic, thank you so, so much. I never want to be with anyone but you, ever. I....I mean, I know you're my sister, and we can't ever get married, or anything, but I'll never meet anyone better, I just know it!"<br />
<br />
"Ssshhh, Robbie, we don't need to think about those things, not for a long time. Let's just enjoy what we have now."<br />
<br />
Robin kissed his sister gently. "You're right, Cass, I'm so lucky to have you, as a sister, and as....my love."<br />
<br />
"And I'm lucky to have you, too, you're the best brother anyone ever had! I love you so much."<br />
<br />
At that moment, Brodie muttered in his sleep and turned over, causing a moment of alarm for the siblings. Robin softly called the younger boy's name, though, without any kind of response. Cassie let out her pent breath.<br />
<br />
"You'd better get back, Cass - I wish you could stay all night, but it's too risky."<br />
<br />
"I know, Robbie. Just give me one more kiss, though, before I have to go."<br />
<br />
One kiss became a series, lasting for more than a minute, but then Brodie stirred again, underlining to the boy and girl the need to part, for the moment, at least.<br />
<br />
"See you in the morning, Cass. I love you."<br />
<br />
"Love you too, Robbie. Sweet dreams!"<br />
<br />
They kissed one last time, then the girl was gone. Robin felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but the feeling was short-lived. Almost as soon as his head touched the pillow, he was fast asleep.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Cassie had slipped back into the house as quietly as she could, carefully making her way back to Amber's room through the darkness. She felt like she was glowing, especially between her legs, after the beautiful lovemaking she'd enjoyed with her beloved brother, and couldn't help but smile goofily as she silently opened Amber's bedroom door....and almost walked straight into Michaela. Cassie squeaked in alarm.<br />
<br />
"S....sorry, Micki! I....didn't think anyone....would be awake," Cassie whispered.<br />
<br />
Michaela looked at the younger girl a little oddly. "Where have you been, Cassie? I've just been to the loo, and you weren't there."<br />
<br />
"I....I needed....a d....drink." Cassie stuttered, not sounding convincing even to herself. Michaela took half a step towards Cassie, then stopped, a big grin suddenly appearing on her face as she recognised an aroma she was beginning to become familiar with through her own explorations, in her bed at night.<br />
<br />
"You smell like....sex! Where have you <i>really</i> been?"<br />
<br />
Cassie said nothing, but her lips began to tremble, and Michaela saw, in the dim light, the reflection of the tears that had begun to trickle from the corners of Cassie's eyes. She took Cassie's hand in her own.<br />
<br />
"Hey, don't cry, Cassie," Michaela whispered. "Come downstairs, and we can talk about it, if you want."<br />
<br />
She knows, Cassie thought, she must know. Cassie allowed herself to be led back through the quiet house, to the lounge where she had, just a few minutes earlier, come back through the patio doors from her wonderful experience in the garden. It's all going to go wrong, the girl thought miserably, and began to sob. Michaela put a gentle arm around Cassie's shoulders after guiding her to sit on the sofa.<br />
<br />
"What's wrong, Cassie? Has someone made you do something you didn't want to?"<br />
<br />
"Nooooo! No way! I....couldn't have....wanted it more. It's just....so....difficult to....explain."<br />
<br />
Michaela, in a moment of revelation, felt she knew what the problem was.<br />
<br />
"I....it's Robin, isn't it?" Cassie once more said nothing, but her tears flowed all the more freely. "Don't worry, Cassie, I won't tell, I promise." Michaela grinned mischievously. "Anyway....if Robin was my brother, I'd want to do stuff with him, too! He's about the cutest boy I've ever seen!"<br />
<br />
"R....really?"<br />
<br />
"Oh, yeah! You're so lucky!" There was a momentary hiatus. "A....and I've....sort of....done stuff with Brodie, too. Not like....that much, but you know what a showoff he is, he loves getting his....stiffie, as he calls it, out, and....I've touched it a few times. I've seen him do stuff with Evan, our cousin in Canada, too, although he doesn't know I know that - I've seen them....playing with each other. It's soooo cute!" Michaela paused again. "Did you....go out to the tent to....see Robin before?"<br />
<br />
Cassie hesitated, taking a deep breath, but eventually nodded, slowly.<br />
<br />
"Did you....do it with him?" Cassie nodded again, almost imperceptibly.<br />
<br />
"Woooow! What's it like? Does it feel better than doing it....with your fingers?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, it's....amazing. It feels....I don't know....like you're part of the other person. And I get....really big....cums, too."<br />
<br />
Michaela's face grew thoughtful, almost dreamy. "I think....sometimes, about what it would be like to....do it with....Brodie. I know he's only little, and he hasn't got a very big....wiener, but it gets....really hard. He's such a cute boy, and he's so fun, even if he can be a bit of a pest at times. Maybe, sometime...."<br />
<br />
The two girls looked at each other, seeming to share the same thought.<br />
<br />
"D....do you want....to go out to the tent, Micki?" Cassie breathed.<br />
<br />
Slowly, the grin returned to Michaela's face, broader than seemed physically feasible. "Oh, yeah!!"<br />
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****<br />
<br />
"Micki, it's happening again!" Brodie squeaked out in his high-pitched voice. His sister moaned in response.<br />
<br />
"Me too, Brod, don't stop!"<br />
<br />
Cassie and Robin, wrapped naked in each others' arms, the boy's penis still deep inside his sister's body in the aftermath of their own lovemaking, watched, enraptured, as Brodie's little hips pumped at full speed, as they had been doing for at least ten minutes, the minutes since Michaela had guided his rigid little erection into her tight, slippery passage, both siblings losing their virginities in that one delicious moment. Michaela pushed back against Brodie's silky smooth pubis, her mouth falling open as her second orgasm of their coupling coursed through her body. Brodie squealed as his own climax hit him hard, the third time the wonderful tingles, better than anything he had felt in his whole young life, had made his 'stiffie' jump and jump in his sister's wetness. The boy was, understandably, exhausted, and simply collapsed onto Michaela's body, panting.<br />
<br />
"Oh Brodie, that was fantastic!" Michaela gasped. Her brother was instinctively making to withdraw, but the girl held him in place. "Don't go yet, Brod, it feels so nice inside me!" Brodie shuddered as Michaela tensed her vaginal muscles, the feeling almost too much against his sensitive little spike. The girl, sensing his reaction, gently lifted Brodie's head and pressed her lips softly to his, once, twice. The boy sighed unconsciously before initiating a kiss of his own.<br />
<br />
"C....can we do that again, Micki, soon, please?!"<br />
<br />
"I'd love to, Brod, it was just amazing!"<br />
<br />
Brodie's penis had finally begun to soften, and he slipped from his sister's body.<br />
<br />
"Maybe I'll have a big one like Robin soon, that would make it even more fun, I bet!"<br />
<br />
"I love you just the way you are, Brod."<br />
<br />
The boy blushed. "I....I l....love you too, Micki." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Look, Rob and Cassie are doing it again. Let's watch!"<br />
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****<br />
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<i>I'll give Cassie and Robin, and their friends, a chance to get their collective breath back for a while, but I'm pretty sure there will be some more stories of their adventures and discoveries before too long. SB</i><br />
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****<br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-77898060116901686152015-09-05T20:53:00.000+01:002016-02-12T08:25:17.253+00:00Learning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content, involving descriptions of contact between boys, and references to contact between girls and boys, below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.</i><br />
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<i>The next story in my 'Cassie and Robin' series, although there's not much of Cassie in this one. Enjoy, but please remember it's a total fantasy. SB</i><br />
<i><br /></i>****<br />
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"OK....OK....," the boy managed to stammer out between helpless giggles, "I....I....surrender!"<br />
<br />
"'Bout time, you little sod! I'm knackered!" The teenager's tone was strictly mock-annoyed, though - he'd loved the rough and tumble games that had been a part of his childhood, and now, early youth, for as long as he could remember, games like the tickle fight that had just come to its end, but, above all, he loved his 'little bro', even though that description was becoming less accurate by the day, as his younger sibling moved into the first stirrings of the puberty that he himself had been experiencing for the previous two or three years.<br />
<br />
"G...good job....you stopped....Luc," the younger boy panted, "I'd have pissed on you otherwise! Then you'd have won, but lost big time, too!"<br />
<br />
"Good job for you, you mean! I'd have killed you if you'd done that!"<br />
<br />
"You wouldn't - you'd have enjoyed it, you perv!"<br />
<br />
"Ewwww - no way! Pissing on someone, that's really gross!"<br />
<br />
"I bet some people do it - from what we've seen on the net, pretty much everything else seems to happen! Anyway, I'm going to pee now - get out of the way, perv!"<br />
<br />
Lucas made as if to grab for his brother, but Charlie nimbly skipped around the older boy, pirouetted, and stuck his tongue out playfully.<br />
<br />
"Too slow!"<br />
<br />
"Are you going indoors, Charlie?"<br />
<br />
"Nah, I'll just water the plants instead!"<br />
<br />
"Mind the foxes don't take a bite out of your dick - not that it'd be more than a little snack for them if they did!"<br />
<br />
"Sod off! I bet I'm bigger than you were at my age!"<br />
<br />
14 year old Lucas and his 11 year old brother were taking part in 'Den Day', an event to raise money for a children's charity where youngsters were being sponsored to build a den and sleep in it for a night. Lucas and Charlie had set theirs up in the garden of the family home with help from their dad and Charlie's friend Robin, who was taking part in the event himself, along with his 10 year old sister Cassie. Theirs is indoors, Lucas remembered, lucky them! I hope it doesn't rain. As if on cue, Lucas heard what sounded like the beginning of a shower, but it stopped again within seconds, and the boy realised it was simply Charlie relieving himself a few feet away. The younger boy ducked back into the den with an exaggerated sigh.<br />
<br />
"<i>That's</i> better! What time is it, Luc?"<br />
<br />
"Half eleven. Are you tired, then?"<br />
<br />
"Nah, just wondered. What do you want to do now?" There was, perhaps, just a hint of suggestiveness in Charlie's tone of voice.<br />
<br />
Lucas hesitated before answering. It had only been a couple of months earlier, when the family had rented a cottage for a week during the Easter school holidays, that his relationship with Charlie had begun to change - or, more accurately, had begun to develop a new element. The brothers had their own rooms at home, but the little country place only had two bedrooms, so they had needed to share. Early one morning, Lucas had woken with, as many, if not most boys his age did, a raging erection, and after glancing furtively across at his audibly sleeping sibling, he'd decided he had time to deal with it in the immemorial way. As he began to stroke himself, he looked across at Charlie a couple more times, but soon became lost in the pleasure of self-love, and failed to notice the younger boy's eyes open, at first blearily, but, almost immediately, saucer-wide in response to the never-before witnessed spectacle. The crucial moment arrived, accompanied by a groan from Lucas, and a gasp of amazement from Charlie as three spurts of creamy fluid spattered Lucas's stomach. The older boy knew within moments that he'd been 'caught in the act', feeling a surge of anger for a second or two, before admitting to himself that this wasn't Charlie's fault, at all, especially when he noticed that his sibling seemed utterly shocked, and maybe even close to tears. A....are you OK, Luc, Charlie had asked, did you hurt yourself? Lucas had wiped his body clean with his discarded T-shirt from the previous day, pulled his shorts back into place, and moved to put an arm around Charlie's shoulder, trying to reassure him. No, Lucas had said, it didn't hurt, it felt really good. A little question and answer session had ensued, culminating in Charlie shyly lowering his own pyjama trousers and, a couple of minutes later, after following Lucas's instructions, experiencing the dry version of his brother's joy for the first time in his young life. Since then, they'd 'played' together several times, both boys finding that seeing each other 'doing it' was more exciting than practising the art alone. Charlie had shared his new knowledge with his best friend Robin, too, when they'd had a sleepover at Robin's house at the end of the Easter break, Robin immediately becoming as enthusiastic a participant as the brothers. None of the boys, though, had gone any further up to that point, albeit not for the want of trying in Lucas's case - he had a girlfriend, Abby, a year younger than himself, but in spite of his relatively subtle persuasion, she'd refused to do anything beyond allowing a few touches outside of their respective clothing, he exploring her budding breasts, while she tentatively gauged his excitement with the palm of her hand. Lucas knew there was more, though, and wanted more. He'd been exploring online in the run-up to 'Den Day', and, after getting the expected refusal from his parents to his proposal for Abby to spend the night in the den, he'd decided that tonight was going to be the night that 'more' was going to happen. And if that meant sharing new things with Charlie, sobeit.<br />
<br />
"Luc?" Lucas was brought back to the here and now.<br />
<br />
"Yeah?"<br />
<br />
"You wanna....play?"<br />
<br />
Lucas felt a surge of excitement in his stomach, rapidly followed by another sort of surge, a little lower down. "I....if you want, y....yeah." Maybe this would be easier than he thought - Charlie initiating certainly lowered Lucas's sense of embarrassed trepidation.<br />
<br />
"You don't think....Mum and Dad will come out and check on us, do you?"<br />
<br />
"I doubt it, Charlie - if they were going to, they'd have done it by now, I reckon."<br />
<br />
"S....shall we get....naked, then? I bet that would make it....even sexier!"<br />
<br />
Wow, Lucas thought, my little bro <i>is </i>getting brave! "O....OK, then. Just keep your blanket close to you, though, then if they do come out, we can cover up quickly.Where did you get the idea to get naked, anyway?"<br />
<br />
Even in the dim light of the camping lamp, Lucas saw Charlie blush. "W....well....I....saw Rob....undressed when we had our last sleepover, a....and I....liked it! His is <i>huge</i>, Luc, the same size as yours, I'm not joking, just a bit skinnier! He says his dad has got a massive one, he's seen his dad in the bathroom, at swimming, and stuff, and it runs in the family! I....I mean, I'm not....gay, or anything, at least, I don't think so, I like girls, a lot, but it really was amazing seeing Rob!"<br />
<br />
Lucas, despite his not thinking of himself as anything but straight, found himself shuddering involuntarily at the mental picture his brother's description had conjured up - Robin was a <i>very </i>handsome little guy, and the idea of him having plenty to brag about between his legs, too, was unexpectedly, but powerfully, erotic to the teen. I'd love to see that, he thought, almost in spite of himself, as even more blood seemed to pump into his throbbing erection.<br />
<br />
"I....it wouldn't matter to me if you were....gay, Charlie. You're my bro, and I....love you, no matter what!"<br />
<br />
"I....I love you too, Luc, you're the best!" Charlie's voice dropped, almost to a whisper. "C....can I....come over, and....lie....next to you....please?"<br />
<br />
"C....course you can, Charlie. Don't forget your blanket, though!"<br />
<br />
The younger boy quickly shucked off his clothes, and laid down close to his brother, sighing happily.<br />
<br />
"You gonna get undressed too, Luc?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah. Give me a minute."<br />
<br />
For a few moments, Lucas had second, then third thoughts - wasn't this wrong, somehow, we're brothers - but then Charlie rolled onto his side, rolled a little closer, close enough to touch Lucas's bare arm and leg. The older boy felt the dry warmth of his brother's silky skin, and couldn't help but love the feeling. And there was something else, too - Charlie's rock hard little erection pressing into his shorts-clad thigh. Lucas's penis bucked at the sensation, and his last inhibitions melted away. In seconds, he was as bare as his sibling. The boys laid face to face, admiring each others' lithe young bodies. Now, Lucas, thought, now something really <i>is </i>going to happen. He didn't have long to wait.<br />
<br />
"Luc....c....can I....touch y....yours? Y....your dick. Please? I want to see what it....feels like."<br />
<br />
Lucas's heart seemed to be beating its way out of his chest. "I....if I can....touch yours, too," he heard himself say, almost as though the words had come from outside of himself.<br />
<br />
"Oh, y....yeah," Charlie breathed, "th....that would be great!"<br />
<br />
The two boys reached out, Lucas with his left hand, Charlie with his right. First contact was almost simultaneous, as were the gasps of pleasure from each brother. As if telepathically synchronised, the two hands began to stroke, gently, slowly.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, Luc! Th....that feels....awesome! Do it more!"<br />
<br />
"Y....you're doing....great, too! Don't stop!"<br />
<br />
For both boys, their first direct sexual contact with another person was breathlessly exhilarating, and both were soon panting at the thrilling feelings. Charlie was the first to feel his body shivering out of control.<br />
<br />
"Uh....uh....getting....my....cum....right....NOW!" Lucas's fingers registered the sensation of his brother's penis tensing, stiffening still further, then launching into a series of powerful dry spasms. Charlie stopped actively masturbating his brother, but his grip tightened on Lucas's almost painful erection, more than enough to tip the older boy over the precipice of ecstasy.<br />
<br />
"Nnnggghhh! Ooohhh....shiiiiit!" Lucas's body simply erupted into the most spectacular orgasm of his life, five, six gushes of his nearly mature semen spraying himself, his brother and the bedding between them. Charlie's own orgasm was still going strong - how the hell can he still be cumming, Lucas marvelled, even in the throes of his own delight - so it took long seconds before the younger boy's senses finally calmed enough for him to be able to react to the wetness on his hand and arm.<br />
<br />
"Ewwww!! You've cummed all over me, Luc! It's everywhere!"<br />
<br />
"S....sorry....Charlie, I....couldn't....help....it, " Lucas gasped out."That's the....biggest....one I've....ever had! I didn't....even know....I <i>could</i>....cum that....much! I....I've got a towel here, a clean one, use that to wipe it off."<br />
<br />
Charlie's attention had turned elsewhere, though, as he looked in what seemed like fascination at the pearlescent fluid coating his fingers. He raised his hand towards his face, and sniffed curiously.<br />
<br />
"Smells like swimming pools, sort of. I'll make....cum soon, won't I?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, a year, probably, two at the most. It'll be sort of watery at first, though - at least, mine was - and not that much. But it gets whiter, and you make more, as you get older."<br />
<br />
"Does it....taste of anything?"<br />
<br />
Lucas opened his mouth to answer, then stopped himself. If I tell him, he'll know I've tried it, the teen thought. He might freak out! But, then again, he might just....do what I want to....try next.<br />
<br />
"N....not much. It's just sort of....gooey. It's not like....anything else I can think of."<br />
<br />
Charlie sniffed at his hand again, then, to Lucas's amazement, stuck his tongue out and tentatively licked at his skin. His nose wrinkled a little, but it didn't stop the younger boy repeating the dose, with a larger sample.<br />
<br />
"I....it's OK, doesn't taste of much, like you said. Pass me the towel, though, I don't think I want all of it!"<br />
<br />
Lucas did as he'd been asked, before taking the towel back and cleaning himself, and as far as he could, the bedding, as well. Charlie grinned happily.<br />
<br />
"That's better! You know you said....you had your....biggest one ever?" Lucas nodded. "I....I did, as well. Actually, I think I had two, one straight after the other. That's never happened to me before. Do you think it was better because we did it to each other, instead of just doing ourselves?"<br />
<br />
"Maybe. I heard someone at school saying he liked his girlfriend ....wanking him a lot more than when he did himself. Lucky bugger! And some of that stuff we've seen on the web - they look like they're having huge ones, all the time!" Charlie giggled at the memory of their furtive online investigations, and his hairless penis began to rise once more.<br />
<br />
"You know what I think looks like it would be....really hot?" Lucas asked.<br />
<br />
"What?"<br />
<br />
"G....getting your....dick....sucked. I get....really horny when I see....girls doing that to guys!"<br />
<br />
"Guys do it to other guys, too...." Charlie blurted out, before stopping abruptly, his face instantly burning up with embarrassment, his eyes averted, as he realised that Lucas now knew he'd looked at....gay stuff online. Lucas didn't laugh or tease, though. Instead, he looked calmly at his little brother, and answered quietly.<br />
<br />
"I know - I....I've....seen it, too." Charlie looked up, wide-eyed. "Charlie - if....you want to....I wouldn't....mind....doing it to you. If you've washed it, that is!"<br />
<br />
"R....really?! Y....you'd really....suck my....dick?"<br />
<br />
"If it's clean, yeah. Really."<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, it is - clean, I mean. Dad told me about washing under the extra skin ages ago, he said it can get smelly, or even infected, if you don't. So I do it every time I have a shower."<br />
<br />
Lucas knew that his brother showered virtually every day, and had also had the same conversation with their father, a few years earlier, leaving him in little doubt about Charlie's cleanliness. OK then, he thought, let's go for it. He shuffled to his right, guiding Charlie onto his back in the centre of the mattress, before gently parting the younger boy's legs and kneeling between them. The siblings' eyes met, Charlie looking uncertain until his brother smiled warmly.<br />
<br />
"Don't worry, Choo," Lucas whispered, "I won't hurt you, I promise." Charlie's heart almost melted at his beloved brother's use of his 'baby' nickname, a rare occurrence these days, smiling delightedly in response.<br />
<br />
"I know you won't, Luc! I'm so excited!"<br />
<br />
As if in confirmation, Charlie's erection twitched visibly, once, twice. Lucas shivered at the thought of the younger boy being so aroused, so eager. He slowly lowered his head, then, once within range, flicked the tip of his tongue across Charlie's partially exposed glans. The younger boy's whole body seemed to spasm as the new sensation shot through him.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, Luc, oh God! Again, please!"<br />
<br />
Lucas, in turn, shivered at the feeling of his brother's rigidly erect penis against his tongue, tasting faintly salty, but otherwise little different from licking a clean finger. After maybe a dozen, increasingly firmer, strokes, he lowered his head a little more, and gently took the throbbing flesh between his lips, his tongue still busy. Charlie groaned in ecstasy as Lucas, remembering videos seen online, began to bob his head slowly while applying a little suction. There was no way the younger boy could hold out against that degree of stimulation, squealing as his orgasm hit like a flash flood. Lucas moaned in turn as he felt Charlie's little spike pulse again and again against his tongue and palate. It was over all too soon, for both boys, as Charlie instinctively pulled free from his brother's oral caresses, the sensitivity too much to contend with. He laid back breathing heavily for long seconds, before looking up at Lucas, a huge grin on his flushed face.<br />
<br />
"Wooooow! That was <i>sooo</i> awesome, Luc! I thought my dick was going to melt, or something!"<br />
<br />
Lucas beamed in return. "Glad you liked it!" There was a hiatus, the feeling of an unspoken question between the siblings. The smiles were replaced by an air of seriousness. Lucas continued, hesitantly. "Ch....Charlie? W....would you....do me? P....please?"<br />
<br />
There was a momentary look of what might almost have been panic in the younger boy's eyes, but he liked to 'play fair' - Lucas had given him probably the best feeling of his life, how could he refuse to reciprocate. Charlie swallowed, visibly.<br />
<br />
"I....I'll....try, Luc. I....I don't really....know how, though."<br />
<br />
"Just do....what I did. Keep your teeth....covered up, and just....you know, lick and suck it."<br />
<br />
"How can I cover my teeth up? What with?"<br />
<br />
"Your lips. Here, give me one of your fingers, and I'll show you."<br />
<br />
Charlie held his hand out, and Lucas demonstrated the technique, causing his sibling to giggle.<br />
<br />
"Try on my finger now, Charlie, see if you've got it!"<br />
<br />
Charlie tentatively took Lucas's forefinger into his mouth for a few seconds.<br />
<br />
"Like that?"<br />
<br />
Lucas shivered, both at the sensual feeling of Charlie's lips against his skin, and the knowledge of what might be replacing that finger in the youngster's mouth any minute.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, just like that. Don't try and put it all the way in, though, you might choke." Charlie looked at his brother's erection, and licked his lips nervously. The organ suddenly seemed to be twice the size it was before.<br />
<br />
"L....Luc? W....will you....tell me before you....cum? I don't know if I want it....in my mouth."<br />
<br />
"Course I will, Choo. I won't make you do anything you don't want to, promise."<br />
<br />
"O....OK, then. Are you going to....lie down?"<br />
<br />
Lucas nodded, and rolled onto his back. Charlie knelt between his splayed thighs, still looking very uncertain. Lucas smiled once more, reassuringly, he hoped, but his own excitement and nervousness meant that a neutral observer might have seen his expression as a sheepish grin. Charlie took a deep breath, and moved his lips towards his brother's visibly throbbing penis, the foreskin almost completely retracted. He stopped a few centimetres short, and sniffed. Doesn't smell bad, Charlie thought, just a faint remnant of the odour of the semen from Lucas's earlier orgasm. Very slowly, he moved closer still, just millimetres away now, then....he kissed the glistening flesh gently. Lucas gasped as a wave of pleasure raced through his groin.<br />
<br />
"Oh, Charlie," he whispered, "do that again!"<br />
<br />
Charlie smiled, mostly to himself, and did as Lucas had asked, this time allowing his tongue to poke beyond his lips, taking his first taste of his brother's penis. Little more than salt, with a slightly sweet overtone. It's nice, the younger boy thought, I didn't think it would taste nice at all. He licked again, more confidently. Lucas's reaction was immediate, as he shuddered and moaned. Charlie smiled again, happy to be giving the same sort of pleasure he'd so recently received, before setting about his task with renewed enthusiasm, lapping at his brother's corona before moving higher, to the leaking slit at the apex. His reward was another stripe of sweetness against his tongue, as Lucas's precum began to leak freely. Charlie parted his thin lips, wrapping them around the spongy head of Lucas's erection.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh yessss! So good, Choo, feels so good!"<br />
<br />
Charlie remembered how Lucas had moved his lips up and down, and imitated his brother's actions, albeit only taking the glans and two or three centimetres of shaft into his mouth on the downstroke. That was more than enough to send Lucas straight to boy heaven, though, and it was only seconds before he was gasping out his warning.<br />
<br />
"Gonna cum, Choo, gonna cum....right now!"<br />
<br />
Charlie heard the words, but barely registered their meaning, until he felt the first spurt of warm fluid race across his tongue. Rather than pulling away, he sucked harder, making Lucas whimper as three more huge muscle contractions shot through his genitals. Charlie, needless to say, had no idea what to do about the salty liquid in his mouth, so instinctively swallowed, causing his brother to writhe and groan at the pleasure, more pleasure than he'd ever known. Charlie seemed to be in a trance, sucking and sucking, swallowing the last droplets of his brother's ejaculation, but still going, seemingly insatiable. It was far too intense for Lucas to bear, though.<br />
<br />
"Stop, Choo, please stop! It....it's too much!"<br />
<br />
Lucas's penis left his brother's mouth with an audible 'pop', the older boy literally shaking in the aftermath of his pleasure. Charlie, though, looked as though he might cry.<br />
<br />
"S....sorry, Luc! I didn't mean to hurt you. Sorry!"<br />
<br />
Lucas sat up, immediately wrapping his arms around Charlie.<br />
<br />
"Y....you didn't hurt me, Choo, no way! It was awesome! It just got....too sensitive at the end. Too good, not bad!"<br />
<br />
"A....are you sure, Luc?"<br />
<br />
"Really, really sure! I'd love you to do it again, any time - if you want to, that is."<br />
<br />
The smile returned to Charlie's face. "If you do me, too! I didn't mind, even when you....cummed in my mouth. It didn't taste bad, or anything." There was a pause. "Luc....have you seen any videos where two guys....do it to each other....at the same time? That looks like it could be....really fun."<br />
<br />
Lucas's wilting penis rapidly firmed up again at the thought that his brother's words had brought to mind. "Y....yeah, I've....seen that. They call it a '69', I think. You're right, it does look like fun. D....do you want....to t....try?"<br />
<br />
"Right now?"<br />
<br />
"Why not, I'm hard again, and so are you, by the looks of it!"<br />
<br />
"OK!"<br />
<br />
And the brothers duly did, twice, in fact, Charlie's non-sperming status giving him the advantage that he was able to have three orgasms to his brother's two, albeit Lucas's last was virtually dry, his younger sibling almost completely depleting his resources. At length, the boys sleepily pulled their nightclothes back on, before snuggling together on Lucas's bed and falling almost immediately into a deep slumber born of happy satiation.<br />
<br />
It was almost 9:00 before the brothers stirred, Charlie waking first, to the feel of Lucas's teenage morning erection pressing into his body. He smiled wearily, and pushed himself back against the stiffness, waking Lucas in turn. The older boy gently ran his fingers through Charlie's hair.<br />
<br />
"You OK, Choo?"<br />
<br />
"Mmmm, yeah. I love snuggling with you, we haven't done it since I was little."<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I really like it, too. We'll have to try and do it more often, won't we?" Charlie nodded, smilingly. "A....are you....alright with....the stuff we did last night, Charlie?" Lucas whispered.<br />
<br />
"Course! It was really, really fun! Did you like it as much as I did?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah. I mean, I still really like Abby, and I'd like to do....stuff with her, but if we could....do it....again, some time, that would be....really great!"<br />
<br />
Charlie turned to face his brother, looked into his eyes. Then, almost in slow motion, it seemed to Lucas, the younger boy leaned forwards and kissed him gently on the lips.<br />
<br />
"Whenever we can, Luc, it was amazing! Hey, Luc, I've got an idea!"<br />
<br />
"What?"<br />
<br />
"I'm going to ask Mum and Dad if Robin can come for a sleepover next weekend. We might be able to sleep out here again, and....maybe he might like to....play, too. I mean, we've....wanked in front of each other, I....taught him how to do it, so he knows that much, at least!"<br />
<br />
Lucas shivered. "Yeah, do that! If he wants to....do stuff, I would, too."<br />
<br />
Charlie grinned mischievously. "Let's do a quick 69 now, I'm horny!"<br />
<br />
Lucas thought, just for a moment, about the consequences of their parents catching them in the act, but teenage hormones were always going to win out.<br />
<br />
"Quick, then! Just in case Mum and Dad come and look for us!"<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
"It's on, Luc!" Charlie told his brother excitedly as they arrived home from their respective schools on Tuesday afternoon. "Robin's coming over on Friday! His parents said it was OK, his mum spoke to Mum last night, he said. And Dad said we can leave the den up until then, too!"<br />
<br />
"Great! He knows I'll be here, doesn't he?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, he's fine with it, he likes you! This is going to be great!"<br />
<br />
Lucas couldn't help but think about the possibilities for sexy fun, not just with his beloved brother, but with the <i>really </i>cute Robin. He wouldn't have thought of his sibling's best friend in that way before the night in the den, but Charlie had woken something inside him that couldn't be denied - he liked girls, he <i>loved</i> girls, especially Abby, but he was beginning to like boys almost as much. Maybe I'm - what do they call it? - bi, that's it, Lucas thought. The front of his school trousers rapidly tented outwards. Charlie couldn't possibly miss such an obvious sign, and giggled.<br />
<br />
"Can't wait, eh, Luc? I'll....help you with that, if you want!"<br />
<br />
Lucas grinned sheepishly, and the boys quickly slipped into his bedroom, locking the door behind them.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
"We're going to sleep outside, in the den, Rob! Dad said the weather forecast is good for this weekend, it should be dry and not too cold. It'll be <i>really </i>fun!" Charlie grinned.<br />
<br />
"Yeah! That's brilliant! That won't be till later, though, will it? What else are we going to do?"<br />
<br />
"Mum and Dad are going to take us out for pizza. You do like pizza, don't you?" Robin nodded. "Abby's coming, too, Mum told Lucas he could invite her, and her parents said she could go, so Luc's happy! She's alright, she's funny - and pretty hot, too! Not as hot as Amber, though!"<br />
<br />
"Why don't you ask Amber to go out with you, Charlie? She's not as....I don't know, quiet, I guess....as you'd think, once you get her away from her mum. We had....fun on Den Day, all three of us." Robin wasn't aware, but his face had flushed a little. Charlie noticed.<br />
<br />
"Oh yeah, what sort of fun? I thought you said you didn't snog her!"<br />
<br />
"I....I didn't, honest! Anyway, like I said, you should ask her out! You really fancy her, don't you?!"<br />
<br />
It was Charlie's turn to blush. "I don't!"<br />
<br />
"Oh, come on, you're always on about her! Tell you what, if her mum lets her come over to ours again, I'll tell you, and you can come, too. Get to know her properly, at least. I didn't really know her that well until last week, even though he's been Cassie's best friend for years. She <i>is </i>fun, really!"<br />
<br />
"M....maybe. Anyway, Luc will be back from school soon, so we can get changed in my room, then we'll go to Abby's and pick her up, and meet up with Mum and Dad at that new pizza place near Sainsbury's. It's supposed to be really good, Dad says."<br />
<br />
The evening was a great success - the food, as advertised, was excellent, the four youngsters got along well - Abby <i>was </i>funny, and pretty, Robin had to agree, though, as ever, she wasn't a patch on Cassie, as far as he was concerned - Lucas enjoyed holding his girlfriend's hand, and even gave her a goodnight kiss, right in front of the younger boys, without the slightest embarrassment, Robin and Charlie smirking a little, but trying, successfully, not to say anything that might have had them accused of being 'childish'. Finally, as dusk fell, and after changing once more in the brothers' respective bedrooms, the three boys made their way out into the family garden, armed with copious amounts of snacks and drinks, ducking into the den just after 9:00.<br />
<br />
After an hour or so of games, mostly boyish rough and tumble between the brothers, the three occupants of the den sat on their respective bedding, and began to talk. It wasn't long before Charlie steered the conversation in a predictable direction.<br />
<br />
"Remember I said Luc had showed me something new last week, Rob?" Robin nodded. "Do you want to know what it was?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, I guess so."<br />
<br />
"Have you heard of blowjobs?"<br />
<br />
"I've sort of....heard the word, but I don't....really know what it means," Robin admitted, hesitantly.<br />
<br />
"I didn't, either, until Luc and I found some....videos online. What it is, is when a girl, or....or a guy....sucks a guy's dick, to give him the....cum feelings, instead of doing it....with your hand, like I showed you before."<br />
<br />
Robin's face scrunched, instinctively, into a picture of disgust. "Putting a....dick in your mouth?! That's gross!"<br />
<br />
"No, it isn't, Rob, really," Lucas intervened. "As long as the person getting sucked has washed his dick, it isn't any different from putting a finger in your mouth. And it feels fantastic, much better than....wanking!"<br />
<br />
"W....what, has Abby done it to you, then?"<br />
<br />
There was a momentary hiatus, before Charlie answered, quietly, on his brother's behalf. "N....no, Rob - I did it for Luc. And he did me, too. We even did it to each other at the same time! It's.... really great. Doing it, and having it done, I....I like....both."<br />
<br />
Robin looked at the brothers in astonishment. "A....are you guys....gay, or....or something, then?"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't think I am," Lucas replied, "but I think I might be....bi."<br />
<br />
"What does that mean?" Robin asked confusedly.<br />
<br />
"I....it means you like doing....sex stuff with girls a....and boys."<br />
<br />
"And I don't know about me at all," Charlie added, "about being gay, or whatever, I mean. I just know it feels brilliant, like Luc said. Something feels that good, I don't even care whether it's a boy or a girl doing it. I just want to do it, as much as I can!"<br />
<br />
Robin certainly knew about the intense pleasures that sex with another person could bring, after losing his virginity to his sister and her best friend the weekend before, but doing stuff with another boy? Could that be just as good?<br />
<br />
Charlie spoke again, even more quietly than before, little more than a whisper. "D....do you want to....find out w....what it's like, Rob? I'll show you, i....if you like. I'll do you, but you d....don't have to do me, if you don't....want to."<br />
<br />
"The same goes for me, too, Rob," Lucas added. "I'd love to try and make you feel good, as well, but, like I said to Charlie last week, I'd never try and make you do anything you didn't want to. Sex is supposed to be fun, it wouldn't be fun if you didn't like what was happening."<br />
<br />
Robin's head was spinning at the totally unexpected turn of events, but his body was responding regardless. His penis was so hard, it was almost painful, He swallowed nervously.<br />
<br />
"I....I d....don't know....."<br />
<br />
Charlie gently touched the front of his best friend's shorts, gauging the arousal he knew would be there.<br />
<br />
"Sh....shall we, Rob? I'll stop if you don't like it, I promise."<br />
<br />
"Y...you won't....bite me....down there....will you?"<br />
<br />
"No way, Rob! Luc showed me how to do it without your teeth getting in the way!"<br />
<br />
"O....OK, then. B....but stop if I say, yeah?"<br />
<br />
"Course! You're my best friend, I'd never hurt you on purpose!"<br />
<br />
Robin tried to smile, but was simply too nervous. Charlie shuffled across beside his friend, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Robin's shorts and underwear. He carefully slid the clothing downwards, lifting the front of the material to avoid trapping Robin's erection. Lucas's eyes went wide as he saw what was revealed by his brother's actions.<br />
<br />
"Wow! Bloody hell, Rob, Charlie said you had a big one, and he wasn't lying! It looks really great!"<br />
<br />
Robin did grin this time, proud that he could impress even an older guy like Lucas, the bigger boy quickly moving to the opposite side of Robin's body to his brother.<br />
<br />
"I'd love to play, too, Rob! Can I, please? Can we do you both together?!"<br />
<br />
Robin seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech by a breathless wave of excitement, but nodded his head, eagerly. The nod was followed almost immediately by a huge gasp, as two hands, one from either side, gently took hold of his throbbing flesh.<br />
<br />
"Rob, you're so hard!" Lucas murmured, almost to himself. "A....and your dick is so....beautiful, much nicer than mine!" Robin simply had no words to reply to such a compliment, so merely laid back and luxuriated in the pleasure the siblings were beginning to generate in his young body. Lucas continued to gently squeeze the diamond-hard shaft, while Charlie's nimble fingers fluttered around the glans, carefully moving Robin's tightish foreskin a few millimetres back and forth with each pass. Robin's eyes closed momentarily, but snapped open again as he felt the warm dampness of breath across his boyhood. Charlie's lips approached, slowly, slowly. Robin unconsciously held his breath in anticipation, before jerking and gasping as his friend gently kissed his engorged flesh, before opening his mouth slightly and taking the partly exposed glans inside. Robin shuddered again as he felt Charlie's tongue begin to caress his penis. Hardly had he begun to register the delicious feelings when he started again, as another tongue carefully brushed across his tight scrotum, lapping delicately at the smooth little sac.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, Luc, Charlie, that f....feels....<i>soooo </i>good. D....don't s....stop, please don't stop!" The brothers slowly increased the intensity of their stimulation, moving faster, licking more firmly, then Charlie began to actually suck on Robin's erection while continuing to slide his tongue across the almost over-stimulated flesh. Robin squealed as his orgasm hit seemingly without any warning, his penis bucking wildly in his friend's oral embrace for long seconds, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Then, as always, it came to an end all too soon, Robin pulling his still twitching penis from between his friend's lips, his body limp, his lungs gasping for breath.<br />
<br />
"Oh....wow....that....was....amazing!"<br />
<br />
Charlie grinned mischievously. "Told you, Rob! Wanna watch me and Luc do each other? It's called a '69' when you do that."<br />
<br />
Robin nodded eagerly, watching enraptured as the siblings adjusted their positions before sucking and licking each other with the greatest enthusiasm. In very short order, it was clear that the show wasn't going to last long, as both boys began to writhe and pant. Robin didn't want to interrupt their pleasure, but his curiosity was overwhelming.<br />
<br />
"C....can I watch you....squirt, Luc, please? I....I've never....seen that before."<br />
<br />
Lucas pulled away from his brother momentarily. "Yeah, sure, Rob - Charlie, I'll tell you when, and you can finish me off with your hand, OK?"<br />
<br />
Charlie didn't miss a beat on his ministrations, simply giving a thumbs up. Within a minute, the climactic moment arrived.<br />
<br />
"Now, Choo, now, here it comes!"<br />
<br />
Charlie quickly withdrew, grabbing his brother's glistening member, stroking rapidly. Lucas groaned, deeply, as a streamer of creamy fluid leapt twenty centimetres or more into the air, followed by four more spurts of lesser intensity, pattering down onto the teenager's torso and genitals, and his brother's working hand. Knowing Lucas's preferences, Charlie continued to move his hand slowly and lightly, barely touching his brother's exquisitely sensitive flesh, until the older boy sighed and smiled, an obvious 'Thank you, that's enough' message. Robin was simply speechless, for what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than twenty seconds. When he did regain his voice, though, the amazement, the questions tumbled out. Wow, wow, wow, awesome, when will I be able to do that, what does it feel like, what happens if you squirt in someone's mouth? Lucas did his best, while still in the throes of full-on post-orgasmic afterglow, to answer Robin's queries coherently. With an almost cartoonish double-take, Robin suddenly realised something.<br />
<br />
"Charlie, you didn't get your....cum, did you?" Charlie shook his head. "C....can I....try....on you? Suck you, I mean?"<br />
<br />
Charlie grinned once more, almost fit to bust. "Wow, yes please, Rob, that would be fantastic! You know what to do?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, I think so. Tell me if I do it wrong, won't you?"<br />
<br />
"Course!"<br />
<br />
As Robin began to move towards his best friend, Lucas put a gentle hand on his shoulder and stopped him for a moment.<br />
<br />
"Rob....I think you're....really hot, and I love....your dick. Can I....suck you, while you suck Charlie, please?" Robin had never thought of such a possibility, but it didn't take him long to come to the predictable decision.<br />
<br />
"Oh, yeah - yeah, course you can, if you want!" Robin felt another stab of curiosity. "W....why do you....like my....dick so much? I mean, it's just like yours, isn't it?"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't really know why, properly - it just looks....beautiful to me. It's so long, and straight, a....and I like how it's so pale, you can see the veins under the skin. And how it gets....mega-hard. I mean, I like Charlie's, too, lots - " Lucas glanced over at his brother, smiling lovingly, the younger boy responding in kind, " - but yours is just....perfect, somehow. I can't explain it better than that, sorry."<br />
<br />
"Luc's right, Rob," Charlie added. "I've only seen yours and his in real life, but we've seen plenty of others online, and none of them are close to looking as nice as yours! You're so lucky!"<br />
<br />
Robin could do no more than grin goofily, before his mouth shot into an 'O' of startled pleasure as Lucas took him gently in hand.<br />
<br />
"Let's do it, Rob," Lucas breathed, "all three of us!"<br />
<br />
"Let's get in a circle, Luc," Charlie said. "I'll do you again, too, if you want, that is!"<br />
<br />
Lucas, just for a moment, gave his brother a classic 'Duh!' look. "What do you reckon?! Course I want!" Charlie and Robin both giggled boyishly as they juggled themselves into the best positions, Lucas moving in turn to form the bottom bar of the triangle. There was no more talk, just muffled moans and whimpers of delight as the three boys luxuriated in the sights, tastes, smells and, above all, the wonderful feelings as they coaxed each other towards their respective peaks. Charlie, not having orgasmed earlier, was the first to go over the brink, but Robin hardly realised, his body awash with the pleasure Lucas's more experienced mouth was engendering, continuing to lick and suck despite Charlie's yelps, soon bringing his best friend to a second climax just as Lucas induced the same ecstasy in Robin's heaving young body. Lucas himself was only moments behind, a powerful, if almost dry orgasm bursting onto his brother's busy tongue. The erotic fires quenched for the moment, the three boys wearily donned their nightclothes before snuggling together, murmuring for a few moments about how great it had been, and how they had to do it again, soon, before sleep overtook them.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Robin woke first, daylight already well established as he blinked blearily. He could feel a bigger body close behind him, and didn't take long to realise that Lucas had ended up in the middle of the threesome at some point during the night. Robin began to smirk as he realised that he could feel something else, too - Lucas's morning erection pressing into his buttocks. He wriggled slightly, and it was only a matter of seconds before the older boy stirred, sighing into Robin's ear.<br />
<br />
"Hi, cutie! You keep shaking your bum like that, and I'll cum all over it!"<br />
<br />
Robin grinned over his shoulder. "You can if you want! It was so hot seeing you squirt last night!" he whispered.<br />
<br />
"You wanna see it again? Maybe help me a bit?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, I'd love to! What about Charlie, though?"<br />
<br />
"He'll be asleep for hours yet, he could sleep through a train crash!"<br />
<br />
Robin grinned, turned over, and reached out to touch the prominent bulge in Lucas's shorts.<br />
<br />
"C....can I....rub you, make it happen?" Lucas unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation, before nodding mutely. Robin tugged at the waistband of Lucas's lower garment, quickly, with some help from its owner, exposing the teenager's throbbing erection.<br />
<br />
"How should I do it, Luc? What feels the best for you?"<br />
<br />
"H....hold it just under the....head, and slide the skin backwards and forwards, please."<br />
<br />
Robin took the penis in his hand, and tried a few tentative strokes.<br />
<br />
"Like that?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, feels really good. Just hold it a tiny bit tighter, and go a bit faster. Yeah, that's perfect, Rob, keep doing it like that!"<br />
<br />
It wasn't long before Lucas's teenage body shivered out of control, the boy moaning as his recharged stock of semen blasted out into the cool morning air within a matter of minutes. Robin grinned proudly at his achievement.<br />
<br />
"Did I do it right, Luc? Did it feel good?"<br />
<br />
"Oh yeah, cutie, it was awesome! Let me do you now, I really want to!"<br />
<br />
Robin shucked off his pyjama bottoms almost instantaneously, Lucas quickly getting to work on the rigid boyhood. Lucas was unsure about how clean Robin would be after a night's sleep, but when he leaned forward to sniff, there was nothing but the sweet muskiness of a nearly pubescent boy, slightly more intense than the night before, but, if anything, even more powerfully erotic, so, without further hesitation, Lucas took Robin into his mouth once more. Robin groaned, instinctively thrusting his hips forward, drawing back, then thrusting again, as he'd learned with the girls the previous weekend. Soon, all Lucas had to do was to keep his head still and slide his tongue over the boy's glans as Robin brought himself to the brink.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, Luc, ooohhh! I....I'm c....cumming!"<br />
<br />
And he did, long and hard, a dozen or more pulses dancing against the teenager's tongue before it became too much, and Robin had to withdraw, tears in his eyes.<br />
<br />
"Oh, Luc, that was one of the best ones I've ever had! Nearly as good as when I did it with Ca...." The boy's words stopped abruptly, and all the blood seemed to drain from his face. Shit, shit, shit, he thought, what have I done.<br />
<br />
Lucas didn't seem to register Robin's words, or his reaction, immediately, but it was very quickly obvious to him that something was badly wrong, the younger boy looking ready to cry. Then, almost audibly, what Robin had said clicked together.<br />
<br />
"Y....you mean....you and Cassie....have done....stuff?"<br />
<br />
Robin's emotions overwhelmed him, and he burst into tears.<br />
<br />
"Don't tell, Luc, please don't tell!" the boy sobbed. "They'll....take me away, I'll never....see Cassie....again!"<br />
<br />
Lucas instinctively wrapped Robin up in a close hug, whispering directly into his ear.<br />
<br />
"Ssshhh, ssshhh, Rob, I won't, trust me. Don't cry, please."<br />
<br />
It seemed to take an age, but Robin finally began to calm down, the genuine warmth of the older boy's embrace helping to convince him that maybe it wasn't the end of the world, after all,<br />
<br />
"S....sorry, L....Luc. You must think I'm....a baby."<br />
<br />
"Course I don't, Rob. I sort of know why you got so upset - I....I mean, I'm....doing stuff with Charlie, and he's my brother. If we got caught....well, I don't even want to....think about it."<br />
<br />
"I won't tell anyone, Luc, I promise. I'm going to have to talk to Cassie, though, tell her....someone else knows about us."<br />
<br />
"Is it just me who knows?" Lucas asked.<br />
<br />
There was a long silence. "N....no," Robin whispered. "Amber knows, she....caught Cassie and I....doing it. She won't say anything, though, because...." Robin hesitated again, before swallowing, visibly. "Because....I did it with her, too."<br />
<br />
'Doing it', Lucas thought in wonderment. Did Robin really mean what the teenager thought he meant. He couldn't resist his curiosity.<br />
<br />
"You....you mean....you actually....shagged them? Both of them?"<br />
<br />
Robin, despite looking like he might cry once more, eventually nodded his head slowly, then saw, to his amazement, Lucas's face break into a huge grin.<br />
<br />
"You lucky sod! They're both <i>soooo</i> hot!" The teen suddenly looked a lot more serious, though. "Y....you'll need to be careful, though, Rob - I know you're not making sperm yet, but with how....big you are, I bet it'll happen really soon. You don't want to get them pregnant."<br />
<br />
"I....I know. I'm not going to....do it with Amber again, anyway, we just did it because....she wanted to know....what it was like. But I....really love Cassie, even if she is my sister, and she wants to....do it more, a....and so do I." Despite the distress Robin had been feeling in the previous few minutes, the thought of the intimacy he'd shared with his wonderful sister, and the closeness of the warm body of the older boy, caused his penis to rapidly stiffen once more. Lucas felt the reaction against his body, and grinned anew.<br />
<br />
"Bloody hell, Rob, you're a horny little stud! Wanna suck each other again?!"<br />
<br />
Robin's sparkling smile was all the answer Lucas needed.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Later that morning, Robin was dropped back at home by his friends' father, and, within moments, he and Cassie were sharing a warm, if brief hug outside the girl's bedroom door. Robin took half a step back, and looked his sister in the eye, the expression on his face grabbing her attention at once.<br />
<br />
"We need to talk, Cass, as soon as we can. I'll ask Mum and Dad if we can go out on our bikes after lunch. We can go to the park, it should be pretty quiet."<br />
<br />
"O....OK, Robbie. W....what's....happened?"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't want to talk about it here, in case Mum or Dad hear. Don't worry for now, though, nothing bad's going to happen. At least, I don't think so. I'll tell you later, I promise."<br />
<br />
A couple of hours or so after their conversation at home, brother and sister were wheeling their bikes to a bench in their local park, having pedalled through the quiet suburban streets from their nearby home. They took off their cycling helmets, and sat facing each other silently for a moment or two. Robin screwed up his courage, and spoke.<br />
<br />
"Lucas knows. About us, I mean."<br />
<br />
Cassie looked much as Robin had felt that morning, like she'd just been told the world was about to end. "H....how....?"<br />
<br />
"I....it was my fault, Cass. Luc and Charlie and I did....some sex stuff last night - I'd never thought about doing anything with a boy, but it was really fun. Anyway, this morning, Charlie was still asleep, so Luc and I....did more. H....he made me....cum with his....mouth, it felt so awesome, and, before I could stop myself, I said that it was nearly as good as when I did it with you. I knew I'd messed everything up, straight away, and it made me cry, but Luc was really kind, he gave me a big hug and said not to worry, he wouldn't tell, and that he knew why I was so upset, because he does stuff with his brother, too, and wouldn't want anyone to find out."<br />
<br />
"D....do you think he'll....keep it a secret, Robbie?"<br />
<br />
Robin nodded decisively. "Yeah, I really think so. even Charlie doesn't know. W....we'll have to be really careful in future, though, Cass. I....I mean....I still really want us to do more stuff, y....you're the....best, the sexiest person I know, and I really, really love you, but, if we get....caught...."<br />
<br />
"I really love you, too, Robbie," the girl said, smiling sweetly.<br />
<br />
"There's....something else we need to be really careful about, too. Luc said he thinks I'll be making....sperms really soon. We can't....make a baby, that would really....ruin everything, for both of us."<br />
<br />
To Robin's surprise, Cassie grinned mischievously. "We'll just have to test every time, then - before we....do it, I mean."<br />
<br />
"How?"<br />
<br />
"I'll have to make you....cum with my hand first, or even....my mouth, like Lucas did, to make sure there aren't any sperms coming out!"<br />
<br />
Robin's grin was as broad as his sister's. "Cass, you're a genius! One condition, though." The girl looked at her brother, quizzically. "I get to stroke you, or lick you....down there, at the same time, and make you feel good, too!"<br />
<br />
"Oh wow, yes please!" The siblings looked around quickly, and seeing no-one near, kissed briefly but passionately, their tongues entwined.<br />
<br />
"Soon, Robbie, really soon!"<br />
<br />
"Soon as we can, Cass!"<br />
<br />
****<br />
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<i>The next story is already 'in the works', albeit at a rather early stage. Stay tuned! SB</i><br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
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Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-1294464445855878082015-07-25T17:47:00.003+01:002015-07-25T17:47:41.616+01:00Evolution<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Laying in the long grass near the cliff's edge<br />
Watching summer's sun and clouds through near-closed eyes<br />
Smelling the salt breath of the sea<br />
Thinking it would never end<br />
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Sitting at the grimy workplace window<br />
Seeing the breeze of another summer<br />
Blowing the tall weeds back and forth<br />
Covering and uncovering the weary city<br />
<br />
Feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes<br />
Remembering all that's come and gone<br />
Aching inside as I ponder the hurts<br />
Wondering how the boy got so lost<br />
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****<br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
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Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-54516015762105448232015-07-21T20:54:00.000+01:002015-07-21T20:54:52.496+01:006/5/72<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Would that a moment<br />
Of insight, beyond my years<br />
Had been present that day<br />
That sunny day in a city far away<br />
<br />
When I saw you, when I became<br />
A moth to your flame<br />
Why could I not have known<br />
Where my life would lead<br />
<br />
Had I caught a glimpse<br />
Of all that ensued<br />
I could have done<br />
One worthwhile thing<br />
<br />
Gone to my room<br />
Locked the door<br />
Taken the blade<br />
And ended the pain<br />
<br />
For always<br />
<br />
****<br />
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Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
<br />
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Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-43248307891825913232015-06-29T12:51:00.000+01:002015-08-02T18:27:11.347+01:00Den<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content, involving descriptions of contact between girls and boys below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.</i><br />
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****<br />
<br />
"I can't believe your mum and dad let us do this! It'll be brilliant!"<br />
<br />
"And I can't believe your mum let you do it with us! We've asked her loads of times if we can have a sleepover together, but she's always said no."<br />
<br />
"I think it's because your mum rang her, and said it was for charity, and we wouldn't be outside, or anything. It's such a great den, too! Did you make it?"<br />
<br />
"Robin and I did it together, and Dad helped us, too, moving the furniture and that kind of stuff. Mum sorted all the bedding out, and found those old curtains in the airing cupboard for the roof of the den. She's got us loads of snacks and things as well. This is going to be great!"<br />
<br />
"Well....yeah, but...."<br />
<br />
"But what?"<br />
<br />
"I....I just wish Robin wasn't going to be with us. Boys always spoil everything!"<br />
<br />
"That's not fair, Amber! Robin isn't like that! He's the best brother, I love him! This was all his idea, anyway, he saw an advert on the tube, and asked Mum and Dad if we could do it. He e-mailed and got all the information himself. He couldn't be left out, no way!"<br />
<br />
Amber was thoroughly taken aback at her best friend's indignation, stammering an apology. "S....sorry, Cassie, I....I didn't mean to upset you. I....I know Robin's nice, h....he's not like some of the....other boys at school."<br />
<br />
"Well, some of them are pretty horrible, but not my brother! He should be back soon, anyway. He's over at Charlie's, helping with their den - Charlie and his big brother are doing Den Day, too - Dad's going to pick Robin up on his way back from work. Then we can all get in our den, and start having fun!<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
"You're joking, right?" Charlie's tone was incredulous. "Amber Wicks is going to be in your den? All night?!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, she's Cassie's best friend. Cassie invited her, but no-one thought she'd be able to come over, her mum is mega-strict, Amber's never usually allowed to do anything. Our mum rang her mum, though, and persuaded her, somehow."<br />
<br />
"Blimey, Rob, you're so lucky!"<br />
<br />
Robin was genuinely nonplussed. "Lucky? Why?"<br />
<br />
"Duh! Because Amber's the hottest girl in the whole school, even if she is only a Year 5! You've got to try and snog her, at least!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah....I guess." Robin's vapid response seemingly eluded his friend completely. And even if Charlie had known the reason for Robin's lack of enthusiasm, he wouldn't have believed it. The truth was that, to Robin's eye, there was one girl at their school who was in a completely different league from Amber, and all the rest - his beautiful sister, with her shoulder length light brown hair, lovely hazel eyes and stunning smile, not to mention her friendly, loving personality. Robin adored Cassie, had done so for as long as he could remember, and she loved him back, too, he knew that. Why did she have to be my sister, the boy thought for the umpteenth time. If she wasn't, I'd ask her to go out with me in a second.<br />
<br />
"She might even let you....do sexy stuff!"<br />
<br />
"Now <i>you're</i> joking, Charlie! Amber'll never do anything like that, she'd be too scared of her mum finding out! And even if she would, Cassie's going to be there. I'm not going to do sex stuff in front of my sister, am I?!"<br />
<br />
"Wait till Cassie's asleep! And anyway, if Amber gets to see that monster you've got hiding in your pants, she'll forget all about her mum!"<br />
<br />
Robin blushed instantly, but grinned in boyish pride, too. He'd known for a while, from sights seen in swimming pool changing rooms, that his penis was quite a bit longer than most other boys of his age, and seen where that advantage had come from, too - his dad was a very well-endowed man. Charlie's knowledge of Robin's 'good fortune' had come about a couple of months earlier, at the end of the Easter holidays, when the two friends had had a sleepover at Robin's house. Charlie was keen to share the lessons that he'd learned from his 14 year old brother, Lucas, when they'd shared a bedroom at the cottage their family had rented for a week away earlier in the school break - Charlie had woken early one morning, catching Lucas at the climactic moment of the immemorial act beloved of virtually every pubescent boy. The brothers were almost as close as Robin and Cassie, so rather than being angry, Lucas had instead explained the process, before coaching his younger sibling through to the shivery intensity of his first ever dry orgasm. Charlie wasted little time in giving Robin a practical demonstration on that Friday night in Robin's bedroom, before encouraging his friend to follow his example. Try it, Rob, he'd said, it feels awesome. As soon as Robin had hesitantly lowered his pyjama bottoms, Charlie's eyes had stretched wide in disbelief. Yours is huge, he'd gasped, almost as big as Luc's! Later in the evening, after Robin had, indeed, discovered that Charlie was right about the 'awesomeness' - twice in half an hour, in fact! - a ruler had been located in a desk drawer, and a quantitative comparison of the two boys made. Charlie had come in at a respectable, for an 11 year old, eight centimetres, but was thoroughly eclipsed by his best friend. Twelve centimetres, Rob, Charlie had gushed, that's amazing! Between the memories of that sleepover, and thoughts of the two girls he'd be spending the night with, Robin felt the now familiar tingle and surge of tightness in his groin as his body tipped into the arousal it had been on the verge of for the previous few minutes. Charlie noticed the growing bulge in his friend's shorts, and smirked.<br />
<br />
"Thinking about Amber already, eh?!" Robin grinned sheepishly, but said nothing. "Luc tried to get Mum to let his girlfriend come over tonight, but all he got was her schoolteacher voice, he said - 'I think you know the answer to that question already, don't you, Lucas?'! I'm glad Mum doesn't teach at our school, that would be so weird!"<br />
<br />
Robin giggled, partly in amusement at his friend's pitch-perfect impression of his mother, but also somewhat in relief at the change of subject.<br />
<br />
"Yeah - I like your mum, but I bet she'd be dead strict as a teacher!" Just at that moment, the boys heard a car horn sound in the street outside. Robin looked out, and saw his dad's car at the kerbside. "Gotta go, Charlie! Have a good night!"<br />
<br />
"I bet I don't have as much fun as you will, you lucky git! Give Amber a snog for me, too!"<br />
<br />
Robin grinned again and gave his friend's shoulder a playful shove before heading for the door. As he got out of the car, back at home, Robin looked up, to see Cassie at her bedroom window. The girl smiled sweetly, and gave him a little wave. Robin smiled back happily, but, as he went through the front door, the smile changed to a smug little smirk. Maybe something <i>could </i>happen tonight, he thought. A plan began to take shape in the boy's mind. Maybe, just maybe....<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Cassie woke to the feeling, rather than the sound, of an almost voiceless whispering in her ear. It was late, nearly midnight by the little battery clock that normally sat on her brother's bedside cabinet, the girl having been asleep for a little more than an hour after a busy evening of food, fun and games. When the siblings had set their den up the evening before, they'd found it was too dark inside with all the drapes lowered once the daylight coming through the living room windows had faded, so their dad had retrieved Cassie's old nightlight, an item she hadn't used since she was 5, from the garage, its faint orange glow providing enough illumination to prevent the den's occupants from falling over each other if a visit to the toilet, or some other eventuality, became necessary.<br />
<br />
"Look what Robin's doing!"<br />
<br />
Cassie was one of those people who virtually never lingered in the shadowlands between sleep and wakefulness, usually fully alert within moments of her eyes opening. Even if that hadn't been customary for her, though, what she saw as she raised her head and looked over towards the opposite side of the den, where her brother had bedded down on a foam camping mattress, would have grabbed her attention in a heartbeat. Cassie gulped in a big breath, only barely managing to avoid calling out to Robin, such was her surprise. Instead, she turned her head, her lips almost touching Amber's ear.<br />
<br />
"Wow, oh wow!" Cassie breathed.<br />
<br />
"I know, right!" Amber replied, almost inaudibly. "I....I've never seen a boy's....you know what before!"<br />
<br />
Cassie, for her part, had seen her brother, indeed her parents too, naked before, but it wasn't a common occurrence - the family weren't nudists, or even close, but they weren't fanatically prudish in the privacy of their own home, either - but what she hadn't seen was Robin as he was now, slowly stroking his full erection with a blissful look on his handsome face. The girl shivered involuntarily, feeling butterflies in her stomach and the beginnings of dampness between her own legs. She knew that meant she was starting to feel sexy, her mum had explained the response to her a few months earlier when Cassie had woken from an unremembered dream with soaked underwear, and had been so upset because she thought she'd wet the bed, like a baby.<br />
<br />
"Ssshhh! Let's watch what he does!"<br />
<br />
Robin had heard, straight away, the rustlings from the double air mattress the girls were sharing, and the faint sibilance of their whispering, even if he couldn't begin to make out what they were actually saying. Were they disgusted? Or were they interested? Was his plan working, or not? As the seconds passed, though, all speculations were driven from his mind by the tide of pleasure washing out from his groin. His breathing quickened and shallowed, and, all too soon, as ever, he knew he'd reached the point of no return. The boy clenched his teeth so hard, in his determination to stay quiet, that he thought his jaw might break, but even that effort couldn't suppress the little whimper that escaped him as the strongest orgasm he'd yet experienced shook his young body to the core. His penis pulsed drily at least a dozen times before the sensitivity became too much, and he had to let go, his pent breath escaping his lips in an audible rush. Robin instinctively rolled onto his side, his knees drawn up to his midriff, his back to the girls, and pulled his light blanket across his body. He was asleep within moments.<br />
<br />
"What happened?" Amber asked her friend. "What was Robin doing?"<br />
<br />
"I don't know," Cassie replied honestly. She knew she desperately wanted to find out, though.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Cassie intoned in her head. Amber had been skittish for half an hour or more after Robin's 'show', but, at length, her breathing had evened out, and she'd descended into unconsciousness. Cassie allowed a few more minutes to pass, then blew gently into Amber's ear. Not a flutter. Now, then, Cassie thought. She slipped out of the far side of her bed, creeping silently, head bowed to avoid the top drapes of the den, until she found her way to her brother's side. She knelt down, laying her hand on the nape of the boy's neck. Robin stirred within seconds.<br />
<br />
"Hi, Cass."<br />
<br />
The girl kissed his cheek. "Hi, Robbie." The boy smiled gently. No-one, no-one at all, was allowed to call him Robbie. Except his sister. Any more than anyone other than Robin was allowed to call his sister Cass. It was the siblings' secret code of their love for each other. Cassie took Robin's hand, squeezing it gently.<br />
<br />
"Robbie...." the girl began hesitantly. "W....what were you doing....before? I....it looked like....you were....really enjoying it. D....did it feel good?"<br />
<br />
Robin's cheeks flushed a little, and he paused a moment before answering. He'd planned to let one or other of the girls catch him, as Lucas had been caught, but there was still an undercurrent of embarrassment that Cassie had seen him....playing, as he called it in his head.<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, it felt great, the best one I've had, I think. It was....exciting, kind of knowing you and Amber were watching."<br />
<br />
"Do you do it lots, then?"<br />
<br />
"I....I dunno - most days, I suppose. I haven't been doing it long, though, Charlie taught me how when we had that sleepover just before we went back to school after Easter."<br />
<br />
There was a long silence, but there seemed to be some kind of unspoken communication between brother and sister. Cassie, barely, managed to speak first.<br />
<br />
"C....can you....show me how it works, Robbie? Please?"<br />
<br />
Robin felt like squadrons of butterflies were practising aerobatics in his stomach - and he knew, too, that he was as hard as he'd ever been in his life. The prospect of any sort of sexual play with his gorgeous, beloved sister was so exciting to the boy that he was almost hyperventilating.<br />
<br />
Y....yeah - if....if you want." Cassie looked at him, a serious but expectant expression on her face. There was a last thought, in the back of Robin's mind, that maybe he shouldn't go through with it, that she was his sister, after all, but the near-pubescent hormones coursing through his body washed the final shreds of inhibition away, and he pulled his blanket aside. Cassie gasped.<br />
<br />
"Robbie - it's s....so big! Do all boys'....penises get this big when they're feeling....sexy?"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't think so, I think mine's....bigger than usual for my age. But Dad's got a big one, too, you know, don't you, you've seen him undressed. Maybe it runs in the family."<br />
<br />
"I....it's....beautiful, Robbie!" Cassie lowered her eyes, and drew in a deep breath. "C....can I....touch it....please?"<br />
<br />
The boy shuddered involuntarily. "Yeah....I....I'd love you to, Cass!"<br />
<br />
Cassie reached out, her fingertips barely grazing the pale pink, swollen flesh. Robin squirmed. The girl's fingers curled gently around his shaft, just applying enough pressure to allow her to gauge the rigidity in her grasp. The boy moaned, much more loudly than he would have wanted. Cassie withdrew as if she'd been stung.<br />
<br />
"S....sorry, Robbie! I hurt you, didn't I?"<br />
<br />
"N....no, no way, Cass! It felt....awesome! Do it again!" The girl did as she'd been bidden, taking her brother in hand once more. "Oh Cass, that's so nice! Hold it near the top, where the skin joins, and rub up and down, slowly, though, please."<br />
<br />
The girl didn't quite get the gist immediately, so Robin carefully guided her hand, and its movements, to maximise his pleasure. After a few seconds, he laid back, let go, and simply luxuriated in the feelings his sister was inducing in his raging body.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, Cassie, that's perfect, just keep doing it like that!"<br />
<br />
In little more than a minute, Robin's body shivered out of control.<br />
<br />
"Faster, Cass, faster! Don't stop, please! I....I'm gonna....!"<br />
<br />
His orgasm hit with unbelievable force, the delirious spasms surging, it seemed, from somewhere much deeper inside than anything he'd experienced before. The boy's hips thrust up instinctively into Cassie's coaxing hand, his penis bucking against her fingers. All too soon, the corporeal fireworks were over, Robin slumping back onto the foam pad beneath him, panting like he'd just been running for his life.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh Cass, that was soooo good! I love you!"<br />
<br />
The girl smiled, but her confusion was obvious. "I....I love you, too, Robbie, b....but I still d....don't understand w....what happened to you."<br />
<br />
The boy reached up and drew Cassie gently down towards him, kissing her softly on the lips, before turning on his side and encouraging her to lie close beside him, almost nose to nose.<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know that much about it, either, Cass, only what Charlie told me. He did tell me the proper name for it, for the feelings, I mean, but I can't remember it - or....or-something - but he said Lucas told him most people call it 'cumming', spelt with a 'u', not an 'o'. He said it's when the sperms come out when you have sex, but Charlie and I aren't old enough to make sperms yet, it doesn't usually start until you're 12 or 13, Lucas said. Charlie said he saw Lucas squirt his sperms out, though, so that means Lucas could get a girl pregnant, if she'd started her....periods."<br />
<br />
"Mum told me about periods," Cassie said, almost to herself. "She told me as well that girls get wet in their....pussy when they're feeling sexy, like boys get....hard. Can girls do....cumming, too?"<br />
<br />
"I don't know," Robin admitted. "Girls don't make sperms, though, they have eggs instead that the sperm joins with to make babies when they're older, we learned about that at school. Does it feel good, like kind of tingly-tickly, if you touch yourself? That's what it feels like when I touch my....dick, and then when I rub it, it keeps getting better and better until I get the cumming feelings, so if you feel like that, you should get the feelings, too".<br />
<br />
" Y....yeah, Robbie, it does sort-of feel like that. A....and I'm really ....wet....down there at the moment."<br />
<br />
Robin looked into his sister's eyes for long seconds, the butterflies taking wing once more. "S....shall we try, Cass? C....can I touch you, try and make you feel as good as you made me feel? Please?"<br />
<br />
Cassie gently pressed her lips to Robin's once more. "I....I'd really like that, Robbie," she breathed.<br />
<br />
"I....I've never touched a girl before - c....can you show me the best way to....do it, so I don't hurt you, and so it feels nice for you?"<br />
<br />
Cassie nodded, mutely, a flush of desire painting her beautiful face. Robin gently nudged her onto her back before moving to kneel beside her, his eyes unwaveringly on the girl's. As though those eyes had asked her aloud, Cassie shifted her hips and quickly lowered her pyjama bottoms and panties, Robin helping her to slide them over her ankles and off. The boy's gaze shifted, as though drawn by a magnet, to the thin, hairless slit between his sister's legs, faintly glistening with moisture in the dim light. The sight caused his penis to throb back, almost instantaneously, to full erection.<br />
<br />
"Oh, wow! You....you're beautiful, too, Cass!" Robin extended his arm, his hand moulding itself to the silky softness of Cassie's pubis, his forefinger finding the narrow valley of her vulva. He began to rub softly, slowly, rhythmically, the digit slipping easily up and down, aided by the natural lubricant trickling from within the girl's body. Cassie sighed in pleasure.<br />
<br />
"Oh, Robbie, that feels lovely, much better than when I touch myself! Stop, just for a second, though, I want to show you something." Robin, reluctantly, lifted his hand from his sister's body. Cassie's left hand reached down and parted her outer lips, the boy gasping as the never before seen inner anatomy came into view. Cassie used her other hand to point to a small bump near the top of her slit. "Look, Robbie, see that place?" The boy nodded, eagerly. "That's where it's most sensitive. It feels really tingly if you touch it. Be really gentle with it, though, please."<br />
<br />
The boy nodded, before quickly leaning down to kiss the girl once more.<br />
<br />
"Course, Cass," he whispered, almost into her mouth. "Just tell me if I do it wrong."<br />
<br />
The siblings adjusted their positions once more, Cassie parting her thighs wider, and Robin kneeling between them. The boy used the fingers of his left hand to part the outer lips, as he'd been shown, then, as carefully as he could, brought one fingertip to the girl's 'sensitive place'. He tickled it lightly, and Cassie shivered.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh yes, Robbie, feels so good! Keep doing it, just like that!"<br />
<br />
Robin continued his gentle caresses, and now that he was confident he was touching his sister in the best place for her, he moved his left hand lower, to explore further. He felt the wetness increase, and within moments, had found its source. That must be her....pussy hole, the vagina, as they'd called it in the lesson at school, he thought, where my dick would go if....if we had....real sex. His penis lurched at the idea, the boy felt as though he was close to cumming again, and without even touching himself. As carefully as he was touching his sister's 'pleasure bump', he began to probe at the inner lips with another finger. Just at that moment, Cassie's rising excitement caused her hips to lift, and Robin's finger sank at least a couple of centimetres into the tunnel of flesh. Cassie groaned.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh Robbie, oh yeah, do it more! Do it deeper!"<br />
<br />
Cassie was an active girl, far more athletically inclined than Robin himself, taking part in gymnastics and riding her bike regularly, and, as a result, her hymen had been broken at some indeterminate time in the past, meaning that there was no resistance at all to Robin's finger as it slid all the way into her buttery depths. The girl began to tremble, uncontrollably.<br />
<br />
"Something's happening, Robbie, don't stop! I'm getting....the feelings....r....right now!"<br />
<br />
Cassie whimpered, and the boy felt the muscles around his finger begin to contract, over and over. She's cumming, he knew instinctively, the realisation touching off another climax in the boy's own body, as though it was his penis buried in her grasping sheath. After long seconds of mind-melting pleasure for both siblings, Cassie slumped back to the mattress, pulling Robin down on top of her. They hugged each other as closely as at any time in their lives. Robin's still throbbing penis slid against Cassie's wetness, causing them both to groan aloud.<br />
<br />
"Put it....inside, Robbie. I....I really want to!"<br />
<br />
"A...are you sure, Cass?" The boy could hardly believe his ears.<br />
<br />
"Really, really, sure! Your finger felt amazing in there, y....your....dick will feel ten times better, I know it! And we can't accidentally make a baby, because you haven't got any sperms yet, and I haven't started my periods. Please, Robbie, let's do sex together!"<br />
<br />
"B....but it's bigger than my finger, Cass. I....I don't want to hurt you. I....love you, more than anyone!"<br />
<br />
"It's longer than your finger, but not much fatter," the girl countered. "Let's try, Robbie, please. If it hurts, I'll tell you, I promise, and we can stop. Kneel up for a second."<br />
<br />
Robin did as she'd asked, and Cassie slid lower, raised her knees and splayed her thighs as wide as she comfortably could, placing herself, although she couldn't have known it, in the classic 'missionary position'. Then she reached out, taking her brother's erection tenderly between her fingers, guiding him to her threshold.<br />
<br />
"Push in, darling Robbie, gently, though, slowly as you can."<br />
<br />
Robin felt the wetness against the tip of his glans and groaned in his excitement. He edged his hips forward a few millimetres, but seemed to make no progress. Cassie caught her breath. The boy stopped.<br />
<br />
"It won't go, Cass," he breathed.<br />
<br />
"It will, Robbie. Push a little bit harder."<br />
<br />
Robin tried again, and, at the same moment, Cassie rose up a little to meet him. As it had been when the boy had first penetrated her with his finger, there was an almost instantaneous movement of a few centimetres, from outside to in. Cassie grunted, impossible for her brother to know whether the sound was born of pain or pleasure.<br />
<br />
"Are you OK, Cass?" he asked urgently.<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, feels good. Feels big, though."<br />
<br />
"Shall I take it out?"<br />
<br />
"N....no, just give me a second to get used to it."<br />
<br />
Robin looked once more into his sister's eyes, and while being careful to keep his hips still, touched his lips to hers. This time, both boy and girl instinctively opened their mouths a little, the tips of their tongues coming together, each tasting the other for the first time. Cassie broke the kiss, looking up adoringly at her brother.<br />
<br />
"Now, Robbie, put it all inside me now!"<br />
<br />
Robin began easing forward once more, shaking, it felt to him, from head to foot. The warmth, the slick lubricity, the tightness he felt engulfing his boyhood was simply overwhelming. By the time he felt the skin of his hairless pubic mound touch his sister's, the gentle kiss of their flesh signalling, unequivocally, the loss of their virginities, he was close to tears, as much from the emotional overload as from the exquisite physical sensations.<br />
<br />
"Oh, Cassie, oh, I....it....it's so, so good! I....I never knew....anything could feel so....wonderful! Does it feel good to you, too, Cass? I w....want it to feel as g....good for you as it does for me, really."<br />
<br />
"I....it's amazing, Robbie, just amazing! I feel so full, but it's so brilliant! Go in and out, that's what we're supposed to do, isn't it?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, I....I think so. I'll try."<br />
<br />
Robin drew back slightly, before once more sinking slowly, fully into his sister's clinging depths, causing them both to sigh at the delicious feelings. Naturally, Robin's inexperience meant that he took a little time to find a smooth rhythm, although he did have the advantage that his long penis meant that the risk of him slipping out of his sister was close to zero. After a couple of dozen thrusts, though, the boy had begun to find the optimum length and speed of stroke, his increasing confidence translating directly into increasing pleasure for both siblings.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh Robbie, so good! You're rubbing against something really nice inside me, it feels fantastic!"<br />
<br />
"Cass, it's so fantastic for me, too. I can't believe it, I'm so lucky! I'm h....having....sex w....with the most beautiful girl in the world! I love you so much!"<br />
<br />
"I love you too, I can't believe there's a better brother anywhere! Go faster, Robbie, I....I'm going to get the....cumming feelings again, really soon!"<br />
<br />
Cassie lifted her legs higher, wrapping herself around Robin's slender hips, seemingly wanting to draw him even deeper into her heaving body. The boy increased the pace and intensity of his thrusting, to the point that a faint clapping sound could be heard in the den as the siblings' bodies came together, again and again. Cassie's breathing quickened rapidly, turning to almost sobbing pants as her excitement reached boiling point. Suddenly, Robin felt a gush of extra wetness around his throbbing erection, then a series of pulsing squeezes as his sister hit her peak.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh yessss! Don't stop, Robbie, please don't stop!"<br />
<br />
Robin had no intention of stopping, his own release, he knew, was only seconds away. Twenty, ten, five more jackrabbit thrusts, before the ecstasy hit him like a runaway train, his whole body feeling like it was on fire, his penis seeming as though it might burst at any second before erupting into a series of huge dry spasms, stronger by far than anything he could have imagined. Time had stopped, all that existed for the boy was the searing pleasure exploding through his genitals. His body was on autopilot, his hips somehow continuing to pump without any hint of conscious control. Somewhere, far in the distance, he was dimly aware of Cassie whimpering, then felt the girl's muscles tighten against him once more as she reached a second climax, wringing even more delight from his nearly exhausted body. Then, like a curtain falling, it was all over. Robin's movements stuttered, once, twice, then came to a halt. He had just enough strength left to avoid outrightly collapsing onto his sister's body, easing his light frame down until they were touching almost from head to toe. After long moments of panting breaths from both girl and boy, their lips found each other once more, and they kissed, gently, tenderly. There were no words, both instinctively knew none were necessary. Neither had any doubt, despite their youth, that they had just shared one of the cardinal moments of their lives. Robin's penis slowly softened, and, eventually, slipped from his sister's liquid embrace. Cassie sighed.<br />
<br />
"W....we can do that again, soon, can't we, Robbie?" she murmured.<br />
<br />
"I....if you want to, Cass, course we can. We'll have to be....careful, though, if anyone finds out....I....I don't know what....would happen."<br />
<br />
Cassie nodded unhesitatingly, realising her brother was right. What the siblings had forgotten, though, first in the excitement of their voyage of mutual discovery, and then in the contented afterglow of their lovemaking, was that they weren't alone.<br />
<br />
Amber laid awake, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind in turmoil. She'd woken some half an hour earlier, immediately aware that Cassie wasn't lying beside her. After blinking several times as her vision adapted to the low light, she saw her friend kneeling beside Robin's bed. Just then, the boy peeled his blanket away in response to something his sister had said. Amber gasped as Robin's lower body came into view once more, her focus on the long, thin stalk of flesh jutting from between his legs. Her eyes went wide with disbelief as Cassie reached out and....touched it! If that first touch had shocked Amber, what followed as the minutes progressed was completely beyond the girl's comprehension. Cassie had stroked Robin as the boy had done to himself earlier, with, apparently, the same result, they'd then changed places, Robin using his fingers gently to Cassie's obvious delight. Amber squinted to see what the boy was doing to give her best friend such pleasure, just in time to see Robin's forefinger disappear inside Cassie's body. The effect on Cassie was electrifying, she shook, moaned, whimpered, but obviously not due to any sort of pain. Amber's hand, almost unconsciously, slipped beneath the thin material of her underwear, touching what, for her, was almost unknown territory, trying to understand what her best friend was feeling. Robin and Cassie had moved again, laying close together, wrapped in each others' arms. In the absolute silence of the den, some of the siblings' low whispers were loud enough for Amber to overhear, but what she heard next, she simply couldn't believe. 'Put it inside', that couldn't be what Cassie had said. Could it? That would mean....they were going to....<i>have sex</i>? Amber wrenched her hand away from her body. They <i>can't</i>! It....it's wrong, it's....<i>dirty</i>! Amber, just once, a year earlier, had asked her mother, after watching a TV programme about young animals, how people had babies. The look of distaste on her mother's face had been so pronounced that even a nine year old couldn't possibly mistake it. You don't need to know about <i>dirty </i>things like that, the woman had said sternly, almost angrily, that's for when you're grown up, and married. Robin and Cassie weren't grown up, though, and they couldn't get married even if they were, brothers and sisters weren't allowed to, Amber knew that. Didn't they know it was wrong? Amber wanted to stop them, somehow. Should she just tell them not to do it? Should she go and tell Mr and Mrs Beaumont what was happening? Amber was frozen in place, though, unable to drag her eyes away from the unfolding drama little more than a metre away. Robin was now kneeling between his sister's legs, Cassie was guiding his....boything, closer, closer, touching, a momentary hiatus and an exchange of whispers, then - Cassie made a noise that sounded to Amber like her friend had been punched in the stomach, as the top part of Robin's spike disappeared inside his sister's body. Another pause, more words, below the threshold of audibility this time, and then Robin moved forward again. Amber forgot to breathe as the boy's whole length was slowly swallowed by Cassie's insides, until their....private bits were touching together. Then they started moving, well, mostly Robin moving, although Cassie put her legs up and gripped around his....bum after a minute or so, like she wanted the boy to be even deeper inside her. They both looked as though they were in heaven, Amber thought, and, once more, her hand found its way inside her panties, her finger creeping into the deep cleft of her vulva, as she'd seen Robin do with Cassie, just minutes earlier. Amber felt dampness that she knew wasn't wee, even if she didn't know what it actually was, and, as she pressed a little more firmly, caught her breath as a spark of pleasure emanated from somewhere beneath. She moved her finger, experienced another jolt of good feelings, homed in instinctively on the source, a firm feeling lump near the top of her slit, began to slide her fingertip across and around it carefully. She could feel herself becoming wetter, and moved her other hand to investigate. She prodded, hesitantly, at herself for a second or two, then had to almost bite her tongue to avoid crying out as the finger found the opening, and slipped inside to the first joint. That's it, she knew at once, that's where Robin's thing had gone into Cassie! Before she could process her discovery, though, her attention was dragged back to the siblings, as their movements and panting breaths seemed to signal a crucial moment. 'Oh yes, don't stop', Amber heard her friend gasp, while Robin's hips pumped so fast that the girl thought he must be hurting himself, or Cassie, or both of them. But then the frenzy was over, Robin stopped moving and laid carefully down on top of Cassie, they kissed, several times, before finally moving a little apart and sharing another inaudible conversation. Amber caught a glimpse of Robin's 'boything', now seemingly soft and floppy, but visibly wet, from the moisture of Cassie's insides, she realised. Brother and sister languidly retrieved their discarded nightclothes, and dressed slowly, before cuddling together on Robin's bed, the boy behind his sister, their bodies moulded together. It took no time at all until both were asleep. The same couldn't be said for Amber. She simply couldn't equate the 'dirtiness' her mother had referred to with what she'd been observing. Cassie and Robin's pleasure, closeness and love for each other were plain to see - and totally beautiful, not dirty at all. Amber yearned for someone to kiss her like the siblings had kissed each other, to touch her like they had touched. When she did eventually fall into a fitful sleep, it was with tears in her eyes.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
"You'd better get back into your own bed, Cass," Robin murmured sleepily. "We don't want Mum and Dad finding us like this."<br />
<br />
"Do I have to, Robbie?" Cassie asked with obvious disappointment. "Can't we just say I had a bad dream, or something, and that you were looking after me?"<br />
<br />
It was 6:00, and the early light of a bright Spring morning was already seeping into the den, even through the heavy material of which it was constructed. "Amber's here, too, don't forget."<br />
<br />
"I suppose so," Cassie replied with resignation in her voice. "It's really nice, you cuddling up to me like this, though."<br />
<br />
"I know, it's really good for me, too. W....what we....did last night was too fantastic for words, though, a....and I want to do it....lots more, a....as long as you....want to, as well. But if we get....caught...." The boy's voice tailed off, but the message he was trying to convey was crystal clear.<br />
<br />
Cassie rolled to face her brother, unhesitatingly planting a melting kiss on his thin lips. "Me, too, Robbie, I want to do it whenever we can. It was the....best thing, ever, ever!"<br />
<br />
"I love you, Cass."<br />
<br />
"I love you, t...."<br />
<br />
"I saw you." The siblings jumped almost out of their skins, the blood draining from their faces. "I watched you....<i>doing it</i>!"<br />
<br />
Robin and Cassie moved to cling to each other as if they'd just heard a death sentence. Amber continued, her voice seemingly emotionless, all the more chilling for its neutrality. "Why did you do it? Children aren't supposed to, it's only for grown-ups. My mum said so." Neither sibling could find so much as a word, still less a coherent answer. Amber focused her attention on her best friend, her icy carapace dissolving by the second. "D....did you like it, Cassie? Did it feel good?" Cassie nodded, mutely. "And Robin didn't hurt you?"<br />
<br />
"N....no, Amber, really! It felt....weird, just for a second, sort of....too full, when he first put his....dick inside me, but it didn't....hurt, I promise! And then it started feeling really, really nice, really quickly."<br />
<br />
"Are you....going to tell on us?" Robin asked, nervously.<br />
<br />
Amber looked at the boy blankly, as though the question had been asked in some incomprehensible language. Cassie picked up on her friend's hesitant confusion.<br />
<br />
"Please don't tell, Amber! I don't want Robbie....Robin to get in trouble, I love him, loads!"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know....w....what to do...." Amber began, but her overwrought emotions caught up with her, and she started to cry. Cassie instantly disentangled herself from Robin, scooted across to her friend's side, and wrapped her up in a close hug.<br />
<br />
"Don't cry, Amber, please don't!"<br />
<br />
"S....sorry, Cassie," Amber managed after a few moments. "I....it's just that....I don't....understand. Mummy says....it's dirty, b....but you a....and Robin....well, it didn't look....dirty at all. I....it looked....lovely."<br />
<br />
"It <i>was </i>lovely, Amber. Robin made me feel better than I've ever felt in my whole life." Cassie paused. "H....have you....ever touched yourself....down there?"<br />
<br />
Amber flushed with embarrassment. "No! Well, n....not really. M....maybe a....little bit, when I was....watching y....you and Robin....doing it."<br />
<br />
"Did you like it?"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know - I....I suppose so. I got....all wet. D....does that happen....to you, too?"<br />
<br />
Cassie smiled. "Yeah! That's what supposed to happen when you're feeling....sexy. Mum told me about it. Like Robin's....dick gets....hard. Boys get hard, and girls get....wet. I....it's so the boy....can go....inside the girl more easily."<br />
<br />
"Did your mum tell you that?"<br />
<br />
"No, but I....kind of worked it out, earlier on. When Robin first put....his finger in me, it slid right down inside, really easily, and didn't hurt at all. It wouldn't have been like that if I hadn't been....slippery, I bet!"<br />
<br />
"And it really felt....nice, having....something....inside you, like that?"<br />
<br />
"Honestly, it felt great!" Cassie looked into her friend's eyes. "Y....you should....try it, Amber. Then you'd find out for yourself!"<br />
<br />
Amber's head felt like it was about to explode. The diametric opposites, her mother's utter disapproval against Cassie's enthusiastic advocacy, were too much for her to come to terms with. Not knowing, at all, what to say, she said nothing. She felt Cassie snuggling closer to her, sensed her friend's warm breath beside her ear.<br />
<br />
"Do you want to, Amber - try, I mean? I'll show you what to do, if you want."<br />
<br />
Once more, Amber couldn't find any kind of reply. Cassie decided that her friend's lack of a rebuttal was close enough to assent, and gently slipped her hand between Amber's legs, outside her nightclothes, cupping her pubis. There was a momentary, instinctive closing of Amber's legs, but all that was achieved was to increase the pressure of Cassie's touch, sending a warm wave of pleasure through Amber's lower body. The girl moaned softly.<br />
<br />
"Nice?" Cassie whispered.<br />
<br />
"Mmmm, I like that."<br />
<br />
"Shall I carry on?" Amber nodded slightly, and Cassie began to move her hand slowly, massaging the sensitive area carefully. Amber, after a few seconds, began unconsciously pushing herself up into Cassie's palm. Her eyes closed, while her lips parted a little as the new and exciting feelings began to build.<br />
<br />
"Let's get....undressed, Amber," Cassie whispered, "it feels better....naked."<br />
<br />
Once more, Amber didn't demur, so Cassie gripped the waistband of her friend's pyjamas, and began to ease them over the girl's hips. Amber neither resisted nor assisted, but, within seconds, only her underwear was covering her girlhood. Cassie touched the front of Amber's panties gently.<br />
<br />
"Gosh, you <i>are</i> wet! Shall we take these off, too?"<br />
<br />
Amber's underwear quickly went the way of her pyjamas, followed by the T-shirt she was wearing. Cassie and, behind her, Robin, both gasped.<br />
<br />
"Wow, Amber!" Cassie exclaimed. "Your....boobs are....so nice!"<br />
<br />
Cassie was more or less completely flat-chested, but her friend had undoubtedly begun the voyage into puberty - her nipples were probably twice as big as Cassie's, atop breast buds each the size and shape of half an egg. Robin, in particular, was totally fascinated by Amber's form and shape, his penis responding accordingly, completely rigid in moments.<br />
<br />
"A....Amber?" the boy breathed. "Can I touch your tits....I....I mean your....breasts, please? They really look...awesome!"<br />
<br />
Amber looked almost panic-stricken, impelling Robin to try and reassure her. "I'll be ever so careful, I promise."<br />
<br />
"O....OK," Amber replied, before drawing in a huge breath as Cassie's fingers gently touched her naked flesh for the first time. Robin crossed the den to Amber's left hand side, then tentatively reached out, allowing his fingertips to brush lightly against Amber's nipples, first the left, then the right.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, Robin! Do that again, that's sooo nice!"<br />
<br />
The boy shifted his position a little, kneeling close to Amber so that he could use both hands on her body. He ran the balls of his thumbs across the sensitive nubs, delighted to see and feel them growing and stiffening at his touch. Meanwhile, his sister had begun to dip a finger between Amber's labia, slipping easily through the girl's increasing wetness. Amber instinctively spread her legs wider as her pleasure leapt to previously unimagined heights, her eyes closed and her head beginning to loll left, then right, as the siblings continued their gentle ministrations. Much as Cassie had earlier, in response to her brother's stimulation, Amber's hips lifted, causing her friend's fingertip to penetrate the inner lips, and slip a centimetre or so into her sopping vagina. Amber groaned at the new sensation, thrusting up deliberately to impale herself on Cassie's probing finger.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh yessss! Oh, Cassie, that feels wonderful! More, please, more!" The girl was getting a little over volume, Cassie shushing her urgently, lest her parents should hear. With all the willpower she possessed. Amber forced herself to remain silent as the combined delights of three hands on and inside her body tipped her over the edge of her first ever orgasm, her hips jerking spasmodically as Cassie continued to slide her finger rapidly in and out of her grasping tunnel of flesh. Then it was all over, Amber's body suddenly seeming to lose all its strength as she flopped back heavily onto the mattress, her breath coming in huge gasps.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh, wow!" Amber exclaimed after long seconds. "Wow, wow, wow! That was....was....unbelievable! Did it feel that good when you and Robin were....doing it, Cassie?"<br />
<br />
Cassie nodded, wordlessly. Amber turned her head to look at the boy, her gaze falling greedily on the, to her, massive bulge in Robin's pyjama trousers, before looking into the boy's eyes.<br />
<br />
"I....I want to try it, t....too. C....can we, Robin....please, please?"<br />
<br />
Brother and sister looked at each other, amazed at the sudden change in Amber's demeanour, from the demure, innocent girl they'd known for years, to this....hunger, there was no other word for it.<br />
<br />
"W....would you m....mind if we....did, Cass?" The boy felt like he'd almost forgotten how to speak, such was his excitement.<br />
<br />
Cassie's emotions were almost painfully mixed. She wanted her brother to give and get the same pleasure with Amber as they'd shared just a few short hours before, wanted her friend to experience the delights of the ultimate act of intimacy, but she couldn't help but feel that Robin should be hers, and hers alone. Seconds passed. Amber broke the tableau.<br />
<br />
"Please, Cassie! I know you and Robin....really love each other, but I....want to try, so much. Please can we? Just this once?"<br />
<br />
Even as Cassie's mouth opened, she seemed hardly to know which words would emerge. "O....OK, then, as long as Robin....doesn't mind, I d....don't."<br />
<br />
Robin smiled straight into his sister's eyes, before leaning across and kissing her lips gently, lovingly. He moved his face close to Cassie's ear, whispering almost inaudibly.<br />
<br />
"I....it'll be different, Cass, I know. I don't....love Amber, b....but I really, really love you, and I always will, I promise. Thank you for letting me....try with Amber." The siblings kissed again, before Robin quickly shucked his nightclothes and turned his attention to the girl at the centre of the bed. Amber reached out and took the boy's erection carefully in her hand, exploring its shape and texture.<br />
<br />
"I....it feels....so hard, Robin. Will it hurt when you...put it in....inside."<br />
<br />
"I....I'll be as careful as I can, Amber, promise. D....do you want....to do it now?"<br />
<br />
"Oh yes, yes please!" The youngsters arranged themselves as the siblings had earlier, Robin guiding Amber's hips lower and wider, kneeling between them. This time, it was his hand that moved his own penis to touch Amber's wetness.<br />
<br />
"Ready?" The girl nodded, and Robin slowly, slowly, moved his hips forward, feeling the slickness and heat of a girl's body begin to envelope him for the second time in his life. Amber whimpered, just once, as a small sting of discomfort shot through her lower body, but it passed in a handful of heartbeats as the boy continued to carefully penetrate her depths, until there was no further to go. Their eyes met.<br />
<br />
"OK, Amber?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah. It feels....oh, it feels great!"<br />
<br />
"I'm going to start....doing it. If you want me to stop, or do it....differently, just tell me, OK"<br />
<br />
The girl smiled. "OK, Robin!"<br />
<br />
The boy's thighs drew back, then thrust forward firmly, finding a smooth, slowish rhythm almost immediately.<br />
<br />
"Uh....uh....uh," the girl grunted in time with Robin's movements. "Uh....y....yeah....just....like....that, i...it....feels....fantastic!" Within a couple of minutes, the girl began to pant heavily. "T....the....feelings....you're....going....to....give me....the....feelings!" Robin increased his pace markedly, and Amber crashed into climax, burying her face in Robin's shoulder to prevent herself crying out as the pangs of ecstasy coursed through her young body. Neither boy nor girl knew about multiple orgasms, needless to say, but Amber experienced just that, a second peak, almost as intense as the first, rippling through her just as she felt Robin's hardness begin to pulse wildly inside her as he went over the edge himself, the boy groaning aloud at the glorious sensations. Movements slowed to a stop, and Robin withdrew, breathless.<br />
<br />
"Th....thank you, Robin, that was....so good. And thank you, Cassie, for sharing Robin with me. You're the best friend I could possibly have!"<br />
<br />
Cassie smiled, genuinely happily. She really liked Amber, she loved Robin more than ever, and watching her best friend and brother together had been unexpectedly exciting, too. Cassie looked at Robin, grinning wickedly.<br />
<br />
"Reckon you can do it again?" The boy's penis had begun to wilt, but quickly reversed direction at his sister's words. He nodded enthusiastically. "Good, because I want my turn!"<br />
<br />
Two hours later, Mr and Mrs Beaumont walked into the living room, the woman lifting a corner of the drapes to take a surreptitious peek into the den. All three youngsters were in their respective beds, sleeping like babies. Mrs Beaumont smiled knowingly at her husband.<br />
<br />
"Up half the night talking, I bet! Shall we give them another hour before I start sorting their breakfast out?"<br />
<br />
"Don't see why not," the man replied. "It'll be nice for us to be able to have our breakfast in peace, for once!"<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Charlie made a beeline for Robin as they made their way into school on Monday morning.<br />
<br />
"Get to snog Amber the other night?"<br />
<br />
Robin smiled crookedly, blushing a little. "Nah," he replied, truthfully.<br />
<br />
"Wuss!" Charlie smirked. "I learned something new from Luc. It was great! I'll show you next time we have a sleepover! What about at mine this weekend?"<br />
<br />
"I'll ask Mum and Dad!" Robin grinned. I bet you didn't learn as much as me, though, he thought smugly.<br />
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****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
<i>This might be the first in a series of adventures for Cassie, Robin and their friends - I like the siblings a lot! As ever with my literary endeavours, no promises, though!</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>SB</i></div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-23069395200589206192015-05-22T16:53:00.001+01:002015-05-22T16:53:30.271+01:00Passerby<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Gut-wrenchingly<br />
Mind-manglingly<br />
Heart-breakingly<br />
Beautiful boy.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-48788733293642989782015-05-16T18:12:00.000+01:002015-05-16T18:12:28.910+01:00Waiting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Waiting and watching, I'm facing the door<br />
Hoping, still hoping, I'll see you once more<br />
Knowing, so clearly, the world will abhor<br />
Feelings for you that I cannot ignore<br />
<br />
Just spiralling lower, all of the while<br />
You're hateful, they tell me, nothing but vile<br />
Why can't they see how your face can beguile<br />
Worlds of delight in your beautiful smile<br />
<br />
Late, it's too late, all I'm feeling is pain<br />
Knowing my vigil has all been in vain<br />
Tendrils of nightmare to drive me insane<br />
Drowned in the quagmire of never again<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
<br />
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<br /></div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-60042402153106506062015-04-26T13:45:00.000+01:002016-03-31T19:57:29.553+01:00Unwrapped<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content (right from the first sentence), involving descriptions of contact between an adult male and a boy below the age of consent, and between a girl of legal age and a boy below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.</i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>There might be those who would consider that I have plumbed new depths in this story, by involving 'my daughter' in my fantasy world. Except that 'Bonny' </i>isn't <i>my daughter, in any meaningful way, any more than 'Matt' is me. There are resonances between the fictional and real-world scenarios, most notably in the adult character being a divorced boylover living in London, but in terms of the real people in my life, any similarities are, as the saying goes, purely coincidental. 'Connor', on the other hand, </i>is <i>based on a real boy, who I used to see in my original 'London local' - yes, he was very cute, and did have a horrible, nagging mother - but a boy I haven't seen since he was around 12, so the 13/14 year old character in this story is very much a fictional extrapolation. As ever, if my subject matter offends you, don't read it. If you choose to read, that's your decision.</i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>SB</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>****</i><br />
<br />
The teenage boy groaned in ecstasy as the two tongues lapped greedily at the swollen, exposed glans of his slender, pubescent penis, never this insanely hard before, five and a half inches, almost stretching to six as he writhed in the throes of what was by far the most erotic experience of his young life. Just when he thought, in so far as he could think at all at that moment, the feelings coursing through his body couldn't possibly be any better, one of the tongues began dabbing at the natural lubrication freely leaking from the slit at the apex of his erection, while the other began to gently tease his smooth, hairless scrotum. It was simply too much for the boy to contend with, his body shuddering completely out of control.<br />
<br />
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna....!" he managed to gasp out before dissolving into almost sobbing whimpers as an orgasm, of an intensity beyond anything he could ever have imagined possible, seized his very being. The man's lips clamped firmly over the top three inches of the boy's spasming organ, his tongue busy as the first of five jets of sweet, immature semen burst into his hungry mouth. Meanwhile, the girl lapped at the underside of the now contracted fleshy sack, and lower down, onto the sensitive perineum. After long seconds when the whole world seemed to have focused exclusively on his hyper-stimulated genitalia, the boy slowly began to return to earth, and his two lovers instinctively slowed their oral caresses to a standstill before withdrawing completely, neither wanting over-sensitivity to spoil the moment for the lovely youngster. There was a moment of almost complete stillness and silence, before the boy let out a huge, unconscious sigh, then broke into a massive grin.<br />
<br />
"Enjoy that?" the man asked, rather superfluously.<br />
<br />
The youngster began to giggle uncontrollably. After maybe thirty seconds, he managed to bring himself back to a point where he could once more speak.<br />
<br />
"It was....totally, utterly, fucking awesome!"<br />
<br />
"For me, too," the man enthused. "I've wanted to do that for someone like you since I was your age, even younger, but I've never had the chance before. And it was, like you said, fucking awesome! I loved it! Thank you so much!" The boy's smile, almost impossibly, seemed to grow even wider.<br />
<br />
"Ready for some more, then?" the girl said, smirking mischievously in the youngster's direction. "Wanna....do it with me?" The boy's expression instantly looked almost cartoonishly wide-eyed and disbelieving.<br />
<br />
"W....what - in....inside you, you mean?" The girl nodded dreamily, licking her lips instinctively. The boy's penis, which had softened somewhat in the aftermath of his monster climax, sprang back to full, diamond hard erection in what seemed like no more than three heartbeats.<br />
<br />
"Oh, yeah!" he breathed, almost rendered speechless by his excited anticipation.<br />
<br />
How had my daughter and I got to this amazing point, in bed with this wonderful boy? It was a long, long story, certainly from my perspective.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
"Hello-o-o-o! Earth to Dad!"<br />
<br />
I started, as though I'd had a pin stuck into me. Bonny, my 16 year old daughter, grinned knowingly across the table at me.<br />
<br />
"S....sorry. I was miles away. What were you saying?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I could see where you were!" Her voice dropped to a barely discernible murmur. "You like him, don't you?" I smiled sheepishly, and shrugged a little - Bonny was one of a very small handful of people who knew that not only was I gay, the ostensible reason my marriage had broken up, but that I had never been attracted to a man in my life. I was, in short, a boylover, something my daughter had known since she was 12 - she undoubtedly knew the answer to her question before it was even asked.<br />
<br />
"Mmmm, me too," she whispered, almost to herself. "He's cute!"<br />
<br />
'He' was Connor, a boy of around 14 who I'd seen regularly since I'd moved to West London three years earlier in the wake of my divorce, and adopted the pub we were in as my 'local' - it was his mother's local, too, and they often seemed to be in there in the late afternoon, especially on schooldays, for some reason. I'd never spoken to the boy, but I'd watched him grow from a pretty little thing in his last year at primary school into the handsome youth, well into puberty, that he now was. I'd also noticed that his mother seemed to spend most of her time moaning at him, despite his outward impression of being a quiet, well-behaved and studious boy - I'd seen him doing his homework in the pub on numerous occasions, while his mother talked to whichever of her friends she happened to be with - and as though on cue, she began to berate him again, this time about his not, apparently, being 'sociable' enough for her liking, the fact that it was lunchtime on Christmas Day, and that he was the only young person in a largish party of adults seemingly not being sufficient reason for her to allow him any leeway.<br />
<br />
"Poor guy," Bonny muttered, "is she always like that with him?"<br />
<br />
"Pretty much, when she bothers to talk to him at all. I feel like telling her what I think of her sometimes, but, at the end of the day, it's none of my business. Talking of business, I need to go and let some of this second-hand beer out! Make room for some more, you know!"<br />
<br />
Bonny rolled her eyes comically as I rose from the table and headed for the stairs leading to the toilets. As I turned the corner to the bottom of the second flight, I noticed Connor halfway up the first, evidently heading in the same direction as me. He looked downcast, as well he might, given the upbraiding that had just been inflicted on him. Not for the first time, my heart went out to him. No youngster should be treated like that on Christmas Day, even if they had been less than perfectly behaved, which, as far as I'd been able to see from a few tables away, didn't apply to Connor anyway. The toilet was empty when I entered, and I headed for the urinal furthest to the left. Connor's footsteps sounded behind me, and I expected him, as boys - and, increasingly, adults too - usually do these days, to head for one of the stalls, but he proved me wrong by making for the rightmost urinal, set slightly lower than the others, with boys, presumably, in mind, although he was certainly tall enough, at five feet five or six, to have used any of the others. I wasn't nearly so stupid as to try to 'peek', even if I could've seen much at the distance, but the thought of what might be behind the zip he'd audibly undone sent a shiver down my spine. Bonny might have known that I was a boylover for four years, but I'd known for more like forty, since I was a boy myself, right back to the day, on a school cricket ground on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the early seventies when I spent the whole match entranced by the opposition's wicket keeper, a beautiful blond boy of 12, my own age at the time. I didn't, of course, realise the full implications at once, or even most of them, but, just a few weeks later, there was a far ruder awakening. I was 'caught looking' in the school toilets by one of my classmates, who launched some very harsh words in my direction, words I'd heard bandied around as insults, but without any real appreciation of their meaning, and certainly without any thought that they could be applied to me. Until that moment. And he'd obviously shared news of the incident with others, too, because, for several days, the words 'pouf' and 'queer' seemed to dog my every step during school hours. There was no physical bullying, because I was one of the biggest in my class, indeed, my year, but, although the incident was gradually supplanted in the 'gossip stakes' by newer scandals, it left two almost indelible marks in my psyche. Firstly, the determination never to let my guard down and be caught again, but secondly, and far more troubling to me, the knowledge that they, the name callers, were right. I <i>was </i>'queer', I did like boys, far, far more than the girls my contemporaries seemed to be obsessed with. And it got worse as I got older, too, because, by the time I was 16 or 17, going into the sixth form, I was all too painfully aware that my attractions weren't 'aging' with me, and that it was still the 12, 13, 14 year olds who filled my dreams and fantasies. The word 'paedophile', while not new, was just beginning to appear regularly, especially in the tabloid press, with, of course, totally negative connotations. Society's hatred, cemented by more directly personal issues, such as my falling rather pathetically and completely unrequitably for a third year boy, and being found out by him, too, drove me ever deeper 'into the closet', until, some ten or twelve very solitary years later, I met and fell in love with, or, at least, convinced myself that I had, a woman who would, just into the 1990s, become my wife and, a couple of years before the much-hyped millennium, the mother of my daughter. I'd managed to suppress 'the real me' for some twenty years, albeit with some near misses in terms of almost 'outing' myself, but it was always there, an accident waiting to happen. And happen it did, as, at 48, I fell in love once more, albeit completely one-sidedly. With an 11 year old, easily the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, who lived near a new workplace I'd moved to in the late 'noughties', and who I became utterly obsessed with, almost <i>Death in Venice </i>style, despite never speaking to him in almost four years of exquisitely bittersweet, self-inflicted torture. I didn't, unlike von Aschenbach, lose my life, but I lost pretty much everything else - my marriage was probably heading for the rocks in any case, because there were money as well as relationship problems, and the confluence of the two, after I'd gone back to a substantially better paid job in London, as a 'last resort' attempt to resurrect our finances, eventually 'broke the camel's back', as my wife asked me a specific, closed question during a particularly fraught telephone call, leaving me with the choice of admitting I was gay or blatantly lying to her. I chose truth, and the marriage was effectively over, there and then. I still didn't know whether she was aware that I was attracted to boys rather than men, and I saw nothing to be gained by raising the subject if she didn't, when everything had gone already. And boys like Connor, more, far more than children, but still some way short of even young manhood, were exactly what I desired the most. I finished relieving myself, and turned to the washbasins nearest to 'my' side of the toilet to rinse my hands. Connor had also finished, and, surprising me again, he walked to the sink next to mine. I glanced his way, to find him looking at me, still with that heartrending look of hurt on his young face. I really hadn't intended to speak, but seeing him so down on what should have been a festive day broke through my reserve.<br />
<br />
"Mum on your case again?" I asked him gently. He nodded, slightly, slowly. "You'd think she'd give it a rest on Christmas Day."<br />
<br />
The change in his demeanour was both immediate and startling.<br />
<br />
"You must be fu....bloody joking!" the boy spat out vehemently. "It's all day, every sodding day! I'm bloody sick of it!" He seemed to suddenly realise what he'd said, and to a stranger, at that. His face fell once more, and he looked away, looked down at his shoes. "S....sorry," he whispered, "it's not your fault, I didn't mean to shout at you."<br />
<br />
I'd dried my hands by that point, and laid one of them gently on his shoulder. He flinched a little at the unexpected contact, but didn't pull away.<br />
<br />
"There's no need to apologise. I'm not going to say I understand, because I don't, nothing like that ever happened to me when I was younger, but I can see why it would grind you down - it makes me sick to see it, and I don't know either of you, except by sight."<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I mean....I've seen you in here a lot, I've even seen you glaring at Mum, although she's never seemed to notice. She's half-pissed most of the time, anyway. Look, I'd better get back, don't want to give her the excuse to start again." He hesitated just a moment longer, and looked up at me once more. "T....thanks - for not being angry with me."<br />
<br />
"It's all good....Connor." The boy looked surprised, just for a second, to hear me use his name, but seemed to quickly realise that I must have heard his mum using it a thousand times. "See you around." The youngster flashed me a quick, if rather wan, little smile, offering a glimpse of some very straight and white teeth, before disappearing through the door and back towards the bar. I stayed for a minute or two more, combing my hair and gathering my thoughts, then headed to rejoin Bonny.<br />
<br />
"Blimey, I was just going to send out a search party! What were you doing, or shouldn't I ask!"<br />
<br />
"I was talking to Connor, just for a minute. He really gets it in the neck from his mother, apparently, she's on at him 'all day, every sodding day', as he put it." We both looked in his direction, but he was deep in conversation with an older woman who I didn't recognise as one of his mother's regular 'pub buddies', maybe an aunt, or something, trying his best to be 'sociable'. 'See you around', I'd said, and he'd smiled. Nothing in it, I told myself, don't even think about it. But I couldn't help but hope.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Bonny was staying with me until after New Year, before heading back to her mother's prior to the new school term. She'd made no secret of the fact that she wanted to live with me, but it really wasn't practicable at that time - she was in her GCSE exam year at school, and I only had a one bedroom flat in any case - Bonny was using my room that week, while I was sleeping on the sofa - a flat I could barely afford as it was, let alone the several hundred pounds a month extra it would've cost me to rent anything more spacious in the area where I was living. My daughter was nothing if not a typical teenager, and, on Boxing Day morning, 10:00 had come and gone with no sign of her getting out of bed. It was a dry day, if cool, so I decided to get ready and go out for a morning walk while Bonny had her sleep out. I wandered down to the river, walked along its southern bank for a mile or so, before turning back 'inland' to complete the circle back to the flat. In just over an hour, I was almost back at my front door, when a boy on a bike approached. Within seconds, it was obvious who the boy was.<br />
<br />
"Hi, Connor. New bike for Christmas?"<br />
<br />
"Nah, my dad bought me this last year. It's still fine, though. You live round here?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, just a bit further down. The three storey white painted block, you know where I mean?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, one of my mum's mates lives in the block next door." His face clouded a little at the mention of his mother, I noticed.<br />
<br />
"Out for a bit of peace and quiet, eh?"<br />
<br />
He shrugged. "S'pose so," he said quietly.<br />
<br />
"I'm the other way around, I've come out so I don't make too much noise and wake Sleeping Beauty!"<br />
<br />
"That girl you were with yesterday?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, my daughter. She's staying with me for Christmas and New Year - she lives with her mum, usually."<br />
<br />
"Poor her!"<br />
<br />
"Well, I think Bonny's a bit better off than you - if her mum has a go at her, she just has a go back! Not one to take any crap, my girl - not her father's daughter for nothing!"<br />
<br />
The boy sighed, visibly. "I tried that, but it made things worse. I just stay out of her way as much as I can, in my room, or going out." The boy suddenly looked me in the eye. "What's <i>your </i>name? You know mine, and I know your daughter's, but not yours."<br />
<br />
"I'm Matthew, but only my mum has ever called me that! Matt to you!" I held my hand out to him, and we shook. His handshake was notably firm for a boy of his age.<br />
<br />
"Hello Matt! Now we're even!"<br />
<br />
"Sure are! Look, I'm going to go indoors - it's not exactly tropical out here, and I want to see if Bonny has surfaced yet. You're welcome to come in for a coffee, or whatever, if you like, unless you've got somewhere you need to be." The boy hesitated, and I had little or no doubt why. "Yeah, I know, 'stranger danger'. Don't forget Bonny's there, though - even if I wanted to....hurt you, and I can assure you I don't, I'd hardly do it with her watching, would I?" The boy smiled, a little crookedly. "I'll be upfront with you, though - I <i>am </i>gay, that's why I got divorced, when my ex found out. If that's a problem for you, I'll understand, and I won't bother you again."<br />
<br />
Connor's expression changed to one of perplexity. "What's up? I asked.<br />
<br />
"I....I'm not fussed about you being gay, but....but Bonny? How....how did that happen?"<br />
<br />
"It's not that complicated, really. From when I was your age, or thereabouts, I knew I was gay, but I didn't want to be. So I kind of tried to pretend I wasn't, and eventually ended up getting married. Quite a lot of gay people do, men and women, even these days, when being gay isn't so much of a big deal as it used to be, because that's what the world, their families expect. And Bonny happened the way all babies do, male and female getting together. I guess I'm bisexual, really, at least to a degree, I think most people are - not many are 100% straight or 100% gay, in my opinion, even if they might say they are. But I still shouldn't have got married, even though I'm glad Bonny came along - she's probably my best friend, as well as my daughter - it wasn't fair on anyone, really, including me, because I could never be myself." We'd been walking slowly towards my flat for a minute or two, Connor wheeling his bike alongside me. We arrived at the entrance to the block.<br />
<br />
"So, you fancy a brew - even Bonny should be up by now, and she'll probably be ready for some breakfast - or a cold drink, if you prefer, I've got Diet Coke in the fridge. If you don't, there's no hard feelings, I can assure you."<br />
<br />
The boy smiled and nodded. "Thanks, yeah, that'll be good. What about my bike, though?"<br />
<br />
"We'll take it up with us - my flat is on the middle floor, it's only two flights of stairs. I'll give you a hand, if you like."<br />
<br />
A minute or two later, I was unlocking the door to my flat, and parking Connor's bike in the hallway. Bonny came out of the front room, fresh from the shower, in her daytime clothes, but with a towel still wrapped around her damp hair.<br />
<br />
"Hi, Dad - oh, found a friend, I see!" My daughter grinned at Connor, and he smiled shyly in return.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I bumped into Connor just outside. Connor, this is my daughter, Bonny. Bonny, Connor."<br />
<br />
The teens bumped fists, and Bonny smiled again. "Good to meet you, Connor. Belated Merry Christmas!"<br />
<br />
The boy blushed a little, not used to much social interaction with girls at his age, I guessed. "N....nice to meet you, too, Bonny. You....you like it around here?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I'd really like to live in London, but Dad and I haven't been able to work it out yet. Maybe after I've done my GCSEs next summer - I hope so, anyway." My girl turned to me, with a meaningful look on her face.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I hope so too," I said, with complete sincerity. "Had any breakfast yet, Babes?"<br />
<br />
"Nah, I've only been up long enough to have a shower. Why, are you offering?"<br />
<br />
"Why don't you just say 'Get thee to the kitchen, scullion' and have done with it!" Bonny smirked. "What do you fancy?"<br />
<br />
"Just tea and toast, please."<br />
<br />
"Will do. Would you like some toast, Connor, and a drink of some sort?"<br />
<br />
"If....if you don't mind, please. Could I have coffee, please, not too strong, two sugars?"<br />
<br />
"No problem. I'll call you when it's ready."<br />
<br />
We sat at the small table in the kitchen and chatted while the youngsters demolished eight rounds of toast between them, before taking our drinks into the living room. Despite the two years and a few months between their ages - my daughter had turned 16 the previous month, while Connor was actually 13, but only six weeks or so short of his fourteenth birthday - the teens seemed to have many interests in common, particularly in terms of TV series and, unsurprisingly, cyberspace, Bonny never having been an overly 'girly' girl, even if she wasn't exactly an outright tomboy, and were soon getting on like the proverbial 'house on fire'. I wasn't left out, either, my wide and poorly disguised streak of boyishness coming to the fore, not for the first time. Before we knew it, the time had ticked around to 1:00, and Connor made his excuses.<br />
<br />
"I need to go soon, my dad is picking me up in an hour. I'll be having another Christmas dinner this afternoon!"<br />
<br />
I laughed. "Enjoy! I think B and I are off out for a while, see the world, and all that. I just love having public transport on Boxing Day! Mind you, it's not all playtime this week - I've got to go to work tomorrow for an early shift, worse luck. Still, it's only for the one day - after that it's my long weekend off, and I don't have to work on New Years Day, so I'll be off again until January 2, when Bonny has to go back. Give me your mugs, and I'll get the washing up done."<br />
<br />
Ten minutes later, I carried Connor's bike back down to street level.<br />
<br />
"Thanks, Matt, it's been fun!"<br />
<br />
"For all of us, I reckon - I'm pleased you and Bonny hit it off." The boy flushed, and looked at his shoelaces.<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, she's....really nice."<br />
<br />
For a moment, I felt an overwhelming temptation to tease him, talk about a 'crush', but he looked so embarrassed already that I couldn't bring myself to do it.<br />
<br />
"You're right, she really is, and I love her to bits. Well, she's here for another week, nearly, you're welcome to come round any time and see her - and me, I hope!" We'd exchanged mobile numbers in the previous few minutes. "Just text one of us, make sure we're going to be in."<br />
<br />
For some reason I couldn't fathom, the boy's face reddened still further, and, when he tried to speak, his words seemed to trip over each other.<br />
<br />
"O....OK, th....thanks, th....that'll be g....great."<br />
<br />
The boy straddled his bike, and prepared to go on his way.<br />
<br />
"See you later, Connor. Enjoy the rest of your day!"<br />
<br />
Connor had seemed to recover his self-possession a little. "Thanks, Matt. See ya soon!"<br />
<br />
As the boy's dark hair disappeared into the distance, I couldn't suppress a shiver down my spine. Soon. Yeah, I really hope so.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Bonny and I had meandered on various buses on the Thursday afternoon, before having our evening meal in another pub in the same chain as my local, near to where I worked. We'd chatted, as we usually did, about anything and everything that came to mind, but when I mentioned Connor, Bonny seemed to want to quickly change the subject, albeit while trying to be subtle about that change. Maybe the 'crush' wasn't all one way, I mused, although, given their respective ages, I didn't think it all that likely - in adulthood, a couple of years hardly mattered, but at 16 and 14, especially when the girl is the older, those years could be an almost insurmountable barrier. Apart from that, Bonny had, hitherto, looked to those a little older than herself by way of boyfriends - her most recent 'ex', back at home, had been almost 18, in the midst of the the run-up to his A-Levels. Conversation soon moved elsewhere, and I thought no more of it, We were back at the flat by mid-evening, and I was asleep fairly early, given that I had to be up at 5:00 in the morning for work. Bonny had retired to her room, and, if I knew my girl, a long internet session, so I had no expectation that she'd do anything much more than sleep while I was at work. And, indeed, as I unlocked the front door at just after 2:00 on the Friday afternoon, Bonny appeared from the bedroom, still in her pyjamas. After hastily turning back to the bedroom door and pulling it closed, she came up to me for a hug. I could smell shampoo and soap, so she'd obviously been up long enough to have showered.<br />
<br />
"Hi Dad! Good day at work?"<br />
<br />
"If you like that sort of thing! Yeah, it was OK, pretty quiet, really. You been up long?"<br />
<br />
There was a discernible hesitation before she answered. "N....no, not....really. Couple of hours." Another evident hiatus. "Dad....come into the front room, I want to....tell you something."<br />
<br />
I looked at my daughter, more than a little confused. Not because she wanted to talk to me, we'd been doing that, in spades, ever since she'd <i>learned </i>to talk, but because of her very obvious nervousness. Bonny was, and always had been, since very early childhood, a self-confident and outgoing individual, so to see her so atypically uncertain was, frankly, worrying. What could have happened since the previous evening to so throw her off balance? She led the way into the living room, and I followed, sitting myself in the armchair while Bonny made her way to the sofa. Once more, and most unlike my girl, she seemed reluctant to speak, and, I know not how, I got the impression that she was expecting her words to upset or anger me. Bonny made a visible effort to gather herself, before finally committing.<br />
<br />
"D....dad? You....you know you asked me....not to say....any....anything about you....liking....boys?"<br />
<br />
I felt an immediate premonition of disaster, but, with a great deal of difficulty, I forced myself to remain as calm as I could, although I'm sure a heart monitor would have easily registered my reaction - my heart rate had seemed to double in an instant. I simply nodded, and Bonny continued.<br />
<br />
"Well, I....I'm really....sorry, but I did....mention it to....some....someone." My mind immediately spun into a whirlpool of possible scenarios and consequences. Within seconds, the few seconds that Bonny paused before speaking again, I convinced myself that I knew what must have happened - she'd rung her mother after I'd gone to sleep the previous evening, had a row with the woman, and blurted something out. Knowing my ex as I did, I had no doubt that she'd do everything in her power to try to stop me seeing our daughter. My stomach felt like it had dropped to my feet. I simply couldn't speak - my relationship with Bonny was the only thing that made my life worth living, and now I was going to lose her, as well as everything else that had gone in recent years. I was just about to tip over a precipice of despair when Bonny spoke once more, dragging my attention back to the immediate present.<br />
<br />
"He....he doesn't mind, though, I think he'd....kind of....guessed. And he won't....say anything, he....he promised."<br />
<br />
The pronoun didn't register for a second or two, but when it did, my consciousness did an almost pantomimic double take. He? <i>He</i>?<br />
<br />
I had to ask. "Who, Babes?"<br />
<br />
The girl looked at me for a second, before looking away again, in....shame? Embarrassment? Fear?<br />
<br />
"C....Connor," she whispered.<br />
<br />
As though the mention of his name had been some kind of summoning spell, the boy himself appeared in the living room doorway, smiling shyly.<br />
<br />
"Bonny's right, Matt, I don't mind, really. She said you....like me, and it's cool, I mean it. I....I kind of....like you, too, you....you're really....nice. And I really like Bonny, too." Connor entered the room, and went to sit beside my daughter. She put an arm around his shoulder, drawing him close. I could hardly believe my eyes, or ears. Seemingly reassured that I wasn't going to explode at her, Bonny relaxed visibly, and her usual volubility rapidly returned.<br />
<br />
"We talked on Skype for hours last night, Dad, while Connor was at his dad's place, after you'd gone to sleep. Like Connor said, he likes me, and I like him loads, too, but we know we can't be boyfriend and girlfriend, because of me being so far away, still living at home, and stuff. It wouldn't be fair on either of us. We...." The girl broke off abruptly, and drew an almost melodramatically deep breath. "We....talked about something else, too, when Connor came round this morning. We....we....kind of....want to give you a late....Christmas present. One we think you'll....really like."<br />
<br />
Connor stood and walked slowly across the room to where I was sitting. He reached out and gently took my hands in his.<br />
<br />
"Bonny said....you've liked boys ever since you were my age, but you've never done....stuff with a boy." My heart lurched, gripped by anticipation and trepidation in almost equal parts. "Matt....I want to do stuff with....with you, and with Bonny, too, if....if you want to." I opened my mouth to speak, to say it was impossible, but the boy seemed to know what I was going to say, and continued without missing a beat. "Don't say we can't, Matt - I'm not some little boy that you're going to molest, I know what I want, and I understand what it means. And I promise, 100%, that I'll never, ever tell and get you into trouble. Only you, me and Bonny will ever know."<br />
<br />
"Are....are you sure, Connor? Really sure? Because, if....if anything....is done, it's forever, it can't be undone, as long as we live." I turned to my daughter. "And you, too, Bonny. You know, don't you, like I said to Connor, that what happens, if anything happens, will be for always? Because I couldn't bear to lose you, your love and friendship, whether it be tomorrow, or in fifty years time, if I'm still around."<br />
<br />
The boy and girl looked at each other for long seconds, before coming, evidently, to an unspoken agreement. Connor, still holding my hands, turned back to me, his gaze meeting mine, levelly.<br />
<br />
"We want to, Matt, really, really want to, I promise." The boy's eyes suddenly seemed to sparkle, and his expression changed to a wicked grin. He tugged at my hands, insistently. "Come on, Matt! Come and unwrap your Christmas present!"<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Undressing Connor had been breathlessly exciting for me. His body was by no means that of an athlete, but it was verging on being indescribably beautiful and desirable to my eyes. The boy wasn't slender, instead being sturdily built, perhaps five pounds or so heavier than what might have been seen as ideal for his age and height, but he certainly wasn't what anyone could call fat. He was hairless, apart from a moderate dusting of pubic hair above his penis, but the fact that he was dark haired and pale skinned probably gave the impression of even that area being more hirsute than it actually was. Even before I'd removed his underwear to complete the unveiling of his charms, it was obvious that he was very aroused, and that arousal drew my eyes like a magnet. His penis, when it finally came into view, was around halfway between horizontal and vertical with respect to his torso, and was pulsing visibly. I managed to drag my rapt attention away, as I sat on the edge of the bed, and looked up into the depths of his dark brown eyes.<br />
<br />
"Can....can I touch you, Connor, please?" I breathed.<br />
<br />
He bit his lower lip for a moment, before nodding slightly. "Yeah....yeah, course. I want you to."<br />
<br />
I reached out slowly, almost hesitantly. After what seemed like forever, there it was - first contact, not only with his delicious form, but with that of any boy. Forty years, and more, of hoping, wishing, wanting, focused to a single point in that moment. I held his erection between my thumb and one finger, then delicately squeezed the rigid tube of flesh, feeling a distinct answering pulse from Connor's body, before slowly and gently starting to stroke, up then down, up and down. As I lengthened my strokes slightly, his foreskin pulled back almost clear of the purplish glans, and he gasped. I let go instantly, afraid that I'd caused him pain - I had no experience whatsoever with an uncut penis, having been circumcised as a baby myself. Connor seemed to guess what my problem was immediately.<br />
<br />
"Don't stop, Matt, you're not hurting me. It feels really nice!"<br />
<br />
I looked up at him again. "Are you sure, Connor? I mean....if I do anything, anything at all, you don't like, will you tell me, straight away, please?"<br />
<br />
The boy returned my gaze, smiling and nodding, before sighing as I took him in hand once more, this time running the tips of my fingers along the underside of his shaft and down onto the silky smooth skin of his scrotum, the testes, the size and shape of large grapes, drawing up into his body slightly at my touch, then lower still, tracing the seam of his perineum, before making the return journey, right to the tip of his visibly throbbing penis. I was suddenly seized with an overwhelming desire to taste him, smell him, and, to that end, gently manoeuvred him onto the bed, onto his back, kneeling alongside him. I'd read online stories a-plenty referring to the intoxicating scent of a boy, but the reality, as I approached his body, eclipsed even the most purple of prose - I'd simply never experienced anything like it in my life. His aroma, as my lips made contact with his soft, so soft pubic hairs, completely took me over, took me to erogenous heights I couldn't even have imagined, still less reached. I kissed around the base of his penis, little gentle pecks, before allowing the tip of my tongue to escape my lips and begin its ascent of his tumescence. Connor moaned softly, his hips lifting slightly from the bed as though trying to intensify the contact.<br />
<br />
As focused on Connor and his beauty as I'd been, I'd almost forgotten Bonny's presence in the bedroom. Until I felt the mattress beneath my knees sag under the weight of another body on the bed. I glanced up - and my heart seemed to almost stop. Bonny, of course, but Bonny - naked, kneeling on the opposite side of Connor's body. I hadn't seen her in that state since she was a young girl, maybe 9 or 10, the age at which her 'body consciousness' had developed to the point to compel her to close bathroom and bedroom doors, her mother and I, of course, respecting her desire for privacy. It was odd, but a small, somehow detached, corner of my brain assessed the situation, deciding within a matter of seconds that while Bonny's body was aesthetically attractive, with her smallish breasts and narrow, but unmistakably womanly hips, it wasn't, to me, in any way desirable, not just because of the fact that she was my daughter, the 'incest taboo', but in a generic sense, Connor's nascent masculinity being vastly more exciting as far as I was concerned.<br />
<br />
"Don't be greedy, Dad," Bonny said archly. "Good boys share their Christmas presents!"<br />
<br />
Without further ado, the girl leaned forward, so close to me that I could feel her hair brush against my forehead, parted her lips, and began caressing Connor with her small, pink tongue. The teenage boy groaned in ecstasy....<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Still kneeling, as I was, at Connor's side, I could feel his body trembling, excitement no doubt mingling with some nervousness as he contemplated losing his virginity. He looked my way, a little uncertainly. I smiled, encouragingly, I hoped.<br />
<br />
"If you guys are going to....make love, I'll leave you in private," I said, sliding back to the edge of the bed and getting to my feet.<br />
<br />
"No, no way, Dad!" Bonny exclaimed. "I know you've always wanted to....watch a boy and girl....together. I've read your blog, don't forget! Stay, please, we both want you to! It's part of your present!"<br />
<br />
She was right, of course, the idea of watching a pubescent couple, either two boys or boy and girl, being one of my most potent fantasies, so now it was my turn to be rendered speechless by my excitement. I glanced, questioningly, towards Connor, and he nodded slightly.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, please stay, Matt, it'll be....really....hot!"<br />
<br />
"Oh, and by the way, Dad - get 'em off! You don't get to be the only one with clothes around here!" She turned to Connor. "Move over a little bit, and let me lay down. I'll show you what to do!"<br />
<br />
While the teens adjusted their positions, I quickly undressed. Both youngsters turned to watch as I shed my underwear, my last garment. I wasn't any sort of Adonis, being rather overweight and no more than barely average in endowment, certainly lengthwise, although my erection was, perhaps, a little thicker than most, especially now, apropos of what was undoubtedly the most sexually exciting experience of my whole life - I could never remember being so hard. Connor, in particular, seemed impressed.<br />
<br />
"Wow, Matt, that's massive! I hope mine gets as big as that!"<br />
<br />
I shook my head. "I'm just average - you're nearly as big, or as long, anyway, as me already, you'll end up bigger, I'll bet! Anyway, size isn't that important, what matters is looking after your partner, trying to give them as much pleasure as you can. And if they do the same for you, then sex can be amazing, no matter how big or small you are."<br />
<br />
Connor grinned. "Well, you and Bonny certainly looked after me before - I've never, ever felt as good as that!"<br />
<br />
Bonny reached over and tweaked Connor's erection playfully. The boy gasped his surprise. "Come on, lover boy! It's your turn to make me feel good now! I'll show you how, like I said!"<br />
<br />
For the next ten or fifteen minutes, Bonny gave the boy a 'hands-on' - and 'lips-and-tongue-on' - tutorial in pleasing a female partner, how and where to touch, caress, lick, kiss for maximum effect. And he was a quick study, it seemed, because the girl was soon panting and heaving beneath him, evidently getting close to orgasm.<br />
<br />
"Oh Connor, it's time, baby, I want you inside me, right now!"<br />
<br />
The boy suddenly looked very hesitant, almost scared. "W....what about....if....if I get you....p....pregnant, though?"<br />
<br />
"You won't. sweetie, I promise - I'm on the pill, have been for about two years."<br />
<br />
Connor glanced at me, as though looking for confirmation. "Don't worry, Bonny's telling you the truth. I'm so impressed at how sensible you are to think about it, though, especially when you're so excited."<br />
<br />
Bonny laid back and opened her arms in silent invitation, before reaching out, putting her hands on his hips, and guiding him into position. She took the base of his penis between two of her fingers, brought him to her vaginal lips, glistening with the evidence of her own arousal.<br />
<br />
"Push, baby, push in!"<br />
<br />
It had been many years earlier, even if I'd been quite a bit older than Connor was now, when I'd lost my own virginity, but the look on the boy's face at that first moment of penetration brought it all back to me in an instant. The excitement, the wonderment, the near disbelief that it was really happening to him, and then, as his whole length entered the girl to be enveloped by her warmth and wetness, the exquisite pleasure of two becoming one. His whole body seemed to tremble.<br />
<br />
"Oh Bonny, oh shit, I....I didn't know....it would feel so...." His voice faltered, words seeming to fail him.<br />
<br />
"Ssshhh, baby. Just enjoy. Keep still for a minute, we don't want you to cum straight away." The boy did as he'd been bidden, but I could see the muscles in his buttocks and upper thighs clenching slightly, as though the instinctual movements of coitus were being played out in miniature. The primal urge to mate finally took him over completely, his hips beginning to undulate rhythmically.<br />
<br />
"Slowly, Connor, go slowly at first," Bonny murmured, "that way you won't slip out of me, and it'll last longer, too." The boy, after a few moments, settled to a steady pace, thrusting around once a second. Now it was Bonny's turn to moan with pleasure. "Oh, baby, you feel so good! Keep doing it like that, please!"<br />
<br />
I watched, enraptured, as the kind of scene I'd read stories about, fantasised about, for so many years was enacted in front of my hungry eyes. Best of all, for me, was watching Connor's lovely face reflecting the emotions he was experiencing, the delights his young body was feeling. His eyes were almost closed, his mouth smiling blissfully, his cheeks flushing with colour as my daughter helped guide him on his journey to manhood. Inevitably, it wasn't long before he could hold back no longer, the urgency of his movements increasing rapidly, his breathing quickening to gulps and pants.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhhh, Bonny, ooohhhh, I'm gonna....I'm gonna....cum, I can't stop!"<br />
<br />
The girl wrapped her legs around Connor's waist, her own hips moving as vigorously as the boy's.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, do it, baby, fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"<br />
<br />
Connor went wild, all conscious control lost as he began to pump at top speed. Within seconds, a deep groan escaped the boy's lips, before he almost squealed as his climax hit him. Bonny was right there with him, her own orgasm reducing her to incoherent moans. And, unbelievably, so was I - for the first, last, only time in my life, I had a 'hands-free' orgasm as the sights, sounds and smells of the youngsters' rapture washed over me, my semen hitting the carpet in front of me with a discernible 'plop'. As I came back to earth, I became aware that Connor had tears streaming down his face, his emotions overwhelming him completely, Bonny cooing quietly into his ear.<br />
<br />
"Ssshhh, baby, don't cry. You were <i>fantastic</i>, that was the best sex I've ever had, really, really! Stay in me, don't go, I like it in me afterwards," she added, her hands on Connor's buttocks, holding him in place as the boy tried, instinctively, to withdraw. The boy began to calm down, Bonny gently wiping his tears away with the balls of her thumbs before kissing him tenderly.<br />
<br />
"Oh, Bonny....that was....was....I don't even know how to say it!" The girl smiled, knowingly, and kissed him again. "Thank you, thank you so much, for....for teaching me, showing me." Connor's voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, "I....I love you."<br />
<br />
"I love you, too, sweetie, I mean it. Don't forget what we agreed, though, we can't be....together, can't be....a couple, not while I'm still living at home, anyway. You know it would never work."<br />
<br />
Connor sighed deeply. "I know, but....I....I'll never forget today, as long as I live!"<br />
<br />
"Me neither, baby. And we're not through yet! You're still hard. Let's do it again!"<br />
<br />
And they did, twice more, actually, before Connor finally softened to the degree that he couldn't maintain penetration, both youngsters insisting that I stay with them throughout. I even got involved, just a little, the last time, at Connor's invitation, gently touching his buttocks, perineum and anus as he knelt between my daughter's legs, moving smoothly and slowly back and forth, luxuriating in his own delight, and the girl's. He turned his face towards me, and, without hesitation, kissed me briefly, before reaching out and taking my penis in his hand. I came almost instantly, something that hadn't happened to me since I was little older than Connor was then.<br />
<br />
"Shit, that was so hot, Matt! Feeling your....dick, jerking while I held it! Was it good?"<br />
<br />
"It was....was....something I've wanted for forty years, sweet boy. It wasn't good, it was way beyond wonderful!"<br />
<br />
The boy grinned as broadly as he had at any time that afternoon, before playfully wiping his spermy hand on my stomach and returning his attention to the girl beneath him, and their rising pleasure.<br />
<br />
I don't think any of us wanted our time together to end, but it was already dark outside, and I didn't want Connor to be away from home for so long that his mother might start asking awkward questions, something the boy understood perfectly. I insisted that he showered, too, before he left, Bonny joining him in the bathroom, so that no telltale odours might point towards how he'd spent his afternoon. He quickly blow dried his hair, before the two youngsters kissed goodbye passionately in the hallway of the flat. Connor grabbed my hand, too, and pulled me towards him, wrapping me up in a warm hug. In spite of the four climaxes he'd enjoyed in the previous couple of hours, I could feel, as our bodies touched, that he was fully aroused once more.<br />
<br />
"Ready to go again, sweet boy?!"<br />
<br />
Connor beamed fit to bust, even as he blushed a little. "You bet! Can I come round again tomorrow?!"<br />
<br />
"What do you reckon, Bonny?" I asked archly.<br />
<br />
"I'd be gutted if you didn't, sweetie," she breathed, smiling into the boy's eyes.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Connor, indeed, visited us every day for the remainder of Bonny's stay, apart from New Year's Day itself, when he was with his father. And, needless to say, much of that time was spent in the bedroom, but not, after that first occasion, with me present. The youngsters would have been quite happy for me to have been there, but, after thanking them both profusely for giving me the ultimate thrill of my life, I made it clear that what happened between them thereafter was entirely their business. Bonny was, after all, my daughter, and even though I hadn't touched her, even accidentally, on that amazing afternoon, the thought of anything happening that could affect our relationship, rather than any qualms about incest as such, compelled me to respect their privacy. His last time with Bonny, early on the morning of January 2, was, predictably, very emotional for both of them. They made love briefly, before returning to the living room and spending almost an hour wrapped in each others' arms, in tears, for the most part. My own eyes were damp, too, seeing how close they'd become, and also knowing that I wouldn't see Bonny again myself for, in all probability, the best part of three or four months, Easter being late that year. Finally, it really was time for Bonny to go and catch her train home, Connor and I walking to the tube station with her, another round of fond farewells in the booking hall ensuing. As the girl made her way through the ticket barriers and disappeared upstairs to the platform, Connor wept again. All I could do was to put a comforting arm around his shoulders.<br />
<br />
"She'll be back, sweet boy. I'm going to miss her just as much, for different reasons, of course."<br />
<br />
Connor pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped his eyes. He smiled up at me, wanly. "Yeah, I know, Matt. Can I still come and see you, though?"<br />
<br />
"Course you can, I love spending time with you! I hope we can be friends for a long time, as long as it suits you, anyway."<br />
<br />
The boy's full-on smile, the one that, to my eyes, made him one of the most beautiful people I'd ever met, was my reward.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Working shifts, including at weekends, as I did, it wasn't practicable for me to get together with Connor too often, especially after he'd returned to school for the Spring Term. I didn't see him in the pub anymore, either - I wasn't using the place nearly as much, while he told me he'd made it clear to his mother that he didn't want to be there at all. He was, in fact, in those early weeks of the New Year, spending a lot more time with his father, who lived ten miles or so away, and seemed much happier as a result.<br />
<br />
Finally, though, I had my first long weekend of the year, at the beginning of February, and Connor was on my doorstep, as we'd arranged, by 10:00 on the Saturday morning. He'd told his mother he was spending the day with a friend, which, of course, was the truth, and wasn't expected home until mid-evening. We sat and talked for hours, the first real chance we'd had since the holidays, and, unsurprisingly, the conversation, at Connor's instance, eventually turned towards sexual matters.<br />
<br />
"You remember what you said, Matt, that first day, about nearly everyone being a bit bisexual, if they were being completely honest?" I nodded. "Well....I've been thinking about it, and I reckon I might be. Sort of the opposite way round to you, though, I mostly like girls, but I....I think I might like guys a bit, too."<br />
<br />
"That's nothing to be ashamed of, Connor - we are, all of us, what we are. As long as whoever your partner is agrees with what's happening, normal is whatever turns you on, as far as I'm concerned."<br />
<br />
The boy's face coloured a little. "Matt...." he began, hesitantly, "I....I really....liked it that first time, when you....you know....sucked me. I really, really loved being....with Bonny, but the....cum I had with you was....was the best one of all! Can....can we....do it again, please?"<br />
<br />
I was instantly aroused to a point where it almost hurt. "If....if that's what you really want, sweet boy, I....I'd love to help you feel good. Only....if you're sure, though - I....I've come to value your friendship so much, I wouldn't want anything to....spoil that."<br />
<br />
"It won't, Matt, I promise! You're one of the best friends I've ever had, I mean it! But we can be - what do they call it? - 'friends with benefits', can't we?!" The boy grinned broadly.<br />
<br />
I laughed out loud. "Friends with benefits! You been reading online stories, or something?!"<br />
<br />
Connor blushed a little more deeply. "W....well, yes, actually! We haven't got a computer at home, but Dad's got one, and I found this really hot site, loads of stories, men and boys, boys and boys, boys and girls, boys and women, all sorts! I read it on my phone all the time now - I've been....wanking myself silly!"<br />
<br />
"I think I know which site you mean! I'm a 'regular' there, too! I hope your dad didn't find your browser history, though!"<br />
<br />
"Nah, I used an incognito window, we all know about those at school!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, the tech-savvy generation, of course! You'll just have to excuse me, I'm old!"<br />
<br />
"You're not that old! And, anyway, you're fun!"<br />
<br />
"Awwww, Connor, you're too nice to me!"<br />
<br />
"And you're so nice to me, too! Can....can you be nice to me....the other way, as well, though? Like I said....it was....the best when you did it. Please, Matt, I really want to."<br />
<br />
I looked the boy in the eye, and the desire was clear to see. I nodded, slowly, Connor answering with his megawatt smile.<br />
<br />
"In the bedroom, please, Matt. Can we, now?!"<br />
<br />
There was no way I could resist, of course. Apart from the sexual attraction I felt for Connor, I knew I was well on the way to falling helplessly in love with him, too, although I did everything I could to keep that side of my feelings under wraps - boys might do sex, but love was a different question, and one I feared might alienate Connor and lead to me losing him altogether. In spite of what he'd said about himself, I had no real doubt that Connor was basically a straight boy, but one who was able to get far enough past any societal norms and prejudices to enjoy the pleasure of sex, whatever its source. Not so much bisexual, as simply 'sexual'. He'd learned enough, too, with Bonny, to have developed a degree of self-control, impressive for someone of his age, so I spent an hour and more that afternoon introducing him to a new experience, that of 'edging'. I used fingers, lips and tongue to bring him to the brink again and again, before finally giving in to his desperate pleas and allowing him to hit the ultimate peak. The force and volume of his ejaculation, almost making me gag as it careered into the back of my throat, was amazing. The boy collapsed back onto the mattress as his orgasm came to its end, and laid there, panting, for at least two or three minutes before he spoke.<br />
<br />
"Oh....my....God! How....how the fuck did you learn to do that! It felt like my balls were squirting out, not just my....spunk!"<br />
<br />
"If I've learnt, it was just then. You're the only boy I've ever been with. You inspired me!"<br />
<br />
Connor giggled, and wrapped his lovely body around mine in the warmest of hugs. We laid together, almost nose to nose, acres, it seemed to me, of skin contact, for a few minutes, before the boy drew back a little so he could properly focus as he looked into my eyes once more. And he was looking serious, too. I wondered what was coming next.<br />
<br />
"Matt....what....what's it like for boys....and men to....fuck each other?"<br />
<br />
"I couldn't tell you, sweet boy, I'm a virgin, in that sense."<br />
<br />
"Reading those....stories....I....I don't know if I want you to....do me, it might....hurt, you being so....fat down there. But.....mine's....really skinny, so....maybe....if you don't mind, c....could I try. Please?"<br />
<br />
I shivered involuntarily, feeling a surge of desire coursing through my veins at the very thought of this beautiful boy, the beautiful boy I found so entrancing, making love to me. It was my turn to find it hard to speak.<br />
<br />
"I....I'd....r....really....like that, sweet boy. I....I can't think of....anyone I....I'd rather have take....my virginity." My emotions overwhelmed my reserve, the next whispered words escaping my lips before I could call them back. "I....I love you, Connor."<br />
<br />
There was what seemed like a shocked silence, and I instantly misgave. What have I done, I thought miserably, I've ruined everything. After a few moments, though, a wave of relief swept over me, as Connor smiled and kissed me on the cheek.<br />
<br />
"I....like you, too, Matt, and I'm really....proud to be your....first. Let's....do it."<br />
<br />
The boy nudged me onto my back and straddled my body, his steely erection grinding into my pubis. His hips were in motion already, as though beyond his conscious control. My hands gently took hold of his buttocks, stilling his movements.<br />
<br />
"Wait, Connor! Give me a few minutes, I had a shower before you arrived, but I want to make sure I'm totally....clean for you. Back there, you know."<br />
<br />
The boy grinned sheepishly, his nose wrinkling a little. "Yeah, I guess it could get a bit....messy, couldn't it?!"<br />
<br />
"Maybe - like I say, I really don't know, not from personal experience, anyway! Better to be safe than sorry, though, and that part of the body is like any other - if you wash it thoroughly, it'll be clean! Don't go away, I'll be right back!"<br />
<br />
The boy gave me a priceless 'Duh!' look. "Go away, you must be bloody joking! I'm not going anywhere! Except...." He blushed, his voice lowering to near inaudibility. "Except....inside you, I hope."<br />
<br />
I kissed him gently once more, before disentangling myself from his gorgeous body and heading for the bathroom. "I can't wait!" I grinned.<br />
<br />
I was back in the bedroom within five minutes, having washed myself as carefully and comprehensively as I could. I opened the drawer of my bedside table and took out a small tube, one I never thought I'd have cause to use.<br />
<br />
"What's that?" Connor asked curiously.<br />
<br />
"Lubricant. It's supposed to a good brand, too."<br />
<br />
"Oh yeah, I remember reading about that in some of the stories. I guess guys don't get....wet and slippery, like girls do."<br />
<br />
"Spot on, sweet boy! It'll make things more comfortable for both of us, I hope. C....can I put....some on for you, please?"<br />
<br />
"On one condition!" I looked at him, quizzically. "If I can put it on you, too!"<br />
<br />
Not, needless to say, a difficult decision for me to make! "God, yeah, that'll be so hot!" I breathed.<br />
<br />
Connor smirked at my excitement. "Let's do it, then!"<br />
<br />
I went first, squeezing a generous dollop of the gel onto Connor's pulsing erection. The boy shuddered.<br />
<br />
"Bloody hell, that's cold!" It was my turn to grin knowingly, before gripping the boy firmly, revelling in the feeling of the rigidity that thrilled me so much, spreading the lube over his whole length in three or four strokes. The boy gulped in a couple of huge breaths.<br />
<br />
"Shit, Matt, you nearly made me cum, there and then! I definitely want to be inside you before that happens!"<br />
<br />
"Me too, sweet boy! Your turn with the lube now!"<br />
<br />
"How....how are we gonna....do it, Matt? The lube, and....and the....fucking, I mean."<br />
<br />
"I....I want to be....on my back, if we....can make it work, I'd love to see your face while we're....doing it."<br />
<br />
I grabbed a couple of pillows from the normally unused, at least until recent weeks, side of my double bed, placing them beneath the small of my back, which had the effect of tipping my hips and thighs upwards.<br />
<br />
"Do....do I need....to put this....inside you?" Connor whispered, holding the tube of lubricant gingerly between two of his fingers.<br />
<br />
"I....I think so, yeah. I'm....clean, sweetie, I promise. Go gently, though, please."<br />
<br />
Connor nodded, before coating two of his fingers with the slippery substance. He reached out, tentatively.<br />
<br />
"Oh, Connor!" I couldn't help but shudder and sigh at the first touch. I looked up into the boy's face, and he smiled, a little nervously, before beginning to caress my tight ring of muscle.<br />
<br />
"Put your fingers inside, darling, please!"<br />
<br />
One, and then two digits penetrated my sphincter. The feelings, fuelled by the knowledge that a boy, a beautiful, special boy, was seconds away from making me his, were close to indescribable.<br />
<br />
"Oh God, yesssss!" I gasped. "I'm ready, sweet boy! Fuck me, please! J....just go slowly, though."<br />
<br />
The boy shuffled forward a little, on his knees, until I felt the skin of his upper thighs touch my buttocks. His fingers slipped from my rectum, leaving a distinct feeling of emptiness, a void that needed to be filled, and soon. I didn't have long to wait.<br />
<br />
"Ahhhh!" The head of Connor's pubescent penis entered my anal ring, followed, slowly and smoothly, by inch after inch of his slender shaft. There was a momentary sting of pain, and I struggled against my instinctive reaction to tense up. I adjusted my position a little as he penetrated me, raising my hips higher, and the discomfort lessened. Then, with a shock of recognition, I felt the softness of his pubic hair, the pliability of the pubic mound it decorated so alluringly, pressing against flesh, and I knew he was all the way inside me, my anal virginity definitively gone. I looked up into his face, unable to suppress a goofy grin. Connor smiled back, a tinge of wonderment in his expression.<br />
<br />
"Wow, Matt, it's really....different! To....Bonny, I mean. I didn't think it would feel so different. It's really tight, but kind of....lower down, lower on my....dick. It's like you're....squeezing me, really hard."<br />
<br />
"Does it feel good, sweet boy?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah! Is it good for you, too?"<br />
<br />
"I....I don't know yet. It's certainly different, from anything else I've ever felt. D....do it, please, Connor, f....fuck me. Slowly, though, slowly please, until I....get used to it."<br />
<br />
Connor nodded, before withdrawing what I judged to be about half of his length, then thrust back into me firmly. I let out something between a grunt and a gasp. A second or so later, he repeated the movement, then again, and again. Each thrust seemed to be becoming slightly longer, stronger, more fluid. Then, after maybe a dozen strokes, the boy seemed to change the 'angle of attack' slightly, and a huge wave of pleasure, almost shocking in its intensity, surged through my body. I groaned uncontrollably.<br />
<br />
"C....Connor, oh yeah, there, right there, fuck, that's so good!"<br />
<br />
I'd read stories about the prostate gland, and how it could enhance a male's sexual pleasure, but I had no idea just <i>how </i>good it could be. Connor had found the key to unlock a whole treasure chest of ecstasy for me - he was hitting the magic spot, almost every time.<br />
<br />
"F....faster, h....harder, s....sweet boy!" Connor obliged. Oh God, could that boy fuck! I had nothing to compare it with, of course, but the power being transmitted from his thighs into my body was nothing short of electrifying. Despite the fact that I was probably nearly twice his weight, he was physically moving me towards the headboard of the bed. And, with the unquenchable energy of youth, he just kept going and going, seemingly getting faster, deeper, stronger with every moment. I was utterly lost, drowning in an impenetrable haze of pure pleasure. Unconsciously, my hand found its way to my throbbing penis, gripping the swollen flesh firmly, not masturbating as such, simply allowing Connor's almost frightening strength to drive me over the precipice of orgasm. An animalistic groan escaped from somewhere deep inside me, and I burst into a brain-melting climax. Through my abandon, I heard Connor's voice, enunciating his own joy as he, too, hit a stunning peak.<br />
<br />
"Oh, fuck, oh, Maaaaattt!" I could feel the spasms of his penis inside me, as he thrust as deeply into me as he could, and held there for long seconds, before collapsing on top of my exhausted body. As Bonny had done after their first time, I held him against me, not wanting, never wanting him to leave. Our breathing slowly returned to normal. I moved one of my hands so that I could place a finger under his chin, encouraging him to lift his head, so I could look directly into his lovely eyes. There were no words, none were necessary. I simply touched my lips to his, allowing the fulfillment of forty years of wanting to flow into our kiss. The contact seemed eternal, timeless, despite being no more, probably, than ten or a dozen seconds. Then the tears began. I couldn't help myself. All those years, all the hiding, pretending, being what the world expected of me rather than who I really was, washed away through my lachrymal glands. But happy tears, nothing but happy, as I reassured Connor when I came back to myself enough to focus once more on his concerned gaze.<br />
<br />
"S....sorry, Connor. It....it's been such a long wait. I never felt real before, never felt complete. But you've taken me there. I'm so happy!"<br />
<br />
I'd hoped Connor would smile, but, if anything, he suddenly looked upset, maybe even bordering on anger. He wriggled free from my embrace, and withdrew from my body, rolling onto his side, his back to me. I was instantly appalled. I've used this boy, <i>abused</i> him, just to make myself feel better. About myself. But now, an equal and opposite reaction set in. I couldn't have hated myself more.<br />
<br />
"I....I'm so sorry, Connor. I....I've been so....selfish. I didn't mean....to h....hurt you. I...." The boy spun to face me, the dampness on his own cheeks evident. When he spoke, it was with the vehemence I'd only heard once before from him, on Christmas Day in the pub toilet when he first told me about the situation with his mother.<br />
<br />
"Don't be so fucking dumb, Matt! I'm not angry with you, not one bit! You've just given me the best feelings of my whole bloody life!" His tone softened, a little, as he continued, more hesitantly. "It....it's....me I'm angry with." I looked at him with total confusion. "You....you really love me, care about me. Don't you?" I nodded, still having no idea where the conversation was heading. "N....no-one's ever done that before. My mum's never cared, even when I was little, and my dad's never been around, until the last few weeks. It wasn't his fault, Mum went to lawyers and stopped him seeing me, she just hates him. He's told me, now that I'm old enough to be able to find him on my own. But you - you cared. And you, and Bonny, have made me so happy. It's not just about sex, it's about the love I've never had. But...." Connor's voice tailed off, and it was long seconds before he could continue. "But....I d....don't love you, Matt." It all came out, in a rush. "I....I mean, I really like you, a lot, but I don't love you....not like you love me. And I feel guilty about that. I should love you, b....but I just....can't." Connor began to cry again. I reached over and laid my hand on his shoulder, cupping it gently. My self-pity was forgotten, I simply wanted to make this special young person feel better.<br />
<br />
"Connor, I told you earlier, what I want from you, if I want anything, is for us to be friends. Even that's up to you, though. I've been lucky beyond words to have found you, to have had the experiences we've shared. They're forever, for me. But I know you're different, different from me. You're a straight boy, aren't you, really?"<br />
<br />
"I....I think so, yeah."<br />
<br />
"So, if that's what you are, that's the path you should follow. That was the huge mistake I made in my life, not being myself, and all the unhappy things, really, that have happened to me have come as a result of that mistake. Be yourself, Connor. If that means you walking away and never seeing me again, just do it."<br />
<br />
"No! No fucking way, Matt! When I said I really liked you, I meant it! Don't you believe me?"<br />
<br />
"Hey, hey, don't be angry with me, please. Of course I believe you. I just want to do, want you to do, what's best for <i>you</i>."<br />
<br />
To my relief, Connor suddenly grinned wickedly, pushed me onto my back, and straddled my waist.<br />
<br />
"What's best for me, eh! Well, just guess what that is!" He pressed his renewed erection into my midriff. "I wanna do it again, right now! I've cummed twice, I should be able to last for ages!"<br />
<br />
And, oh boy, did he! Fifteen minutes, at least, starting very slowly and deliberately, before building to a a frantic, passionate crescendo. I couldn't last nearly as long as him, cumming minutes before him. He gasped and shuddered as the contractions of my climax gripped him tightly, but still kept pumping away, almost to the point where I thought I couldn't take any more. Finally, though, his pulsing, throbbing joy boiled over once again. Even then, he kept thrusting long after his orgasm had finished, his face clearly portraying the almost over-stimulated sensitivity of his penis, but seemingly unable to stop. After one last insanely powerful thrust, though, he groaned in what sounded like frustration, and pulled out of me, rolling onto his back, grinning fit to bust.<br />
<br />
"I...didn't want....to....stop," he panted, "but I'm....getting....bloody sore! It's all....your fault!" He pouted at me, in mock disapproval. I couldn't help but laugh, leaning over to kiss his nose. He grinned once more.<br />
<br />
"You have laboured well, young master! Take your rest!" He took me at my word. In what seemed like seconds, he was fast asleep.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
"Is Bonny coming to stay at Easter?" Connor asked me one afternoon shortly before the school holiday was due to begin, when he'd called into the flat. I was pleased to see him, having worked quite a lot of overtime in the preceding weeks, cutting our chances of getting together markedly.<br />
<br />
"She'll be here for a few days, I hope, but that's all. She's got her GCSEs coming up more or less straight after the holiday, so she'll have loads of revision to do, and she's off to visit one of her internet buddies in Scotland, too."<br />
<br />
"Oh, right. Whereabouts in Scotland?"<br />
<br />
"Just outside Glasgow, I think, she did tell me the name of the place, but it's slipped my mind."<br />
<br />
"I might be going to Scotland, too - my dad's girlfriend is Scottish, and she wants to visit her family over Easter. They live in Edinburgh. My dad's going with her, and I've told my mum I want to go as well. She's not happy, but that's not exactly news, she's never bloody happy!"<br />
<br />
I laughed for a moment, before continuing more seriously. "You reckon she'll stop you going?"<br />
<br />
"She might try, but I'm 14 now, and she knows I want to spend more time with Dad. As long as it doesn't get him in trouble, I'd probably just go anyway, and bollocks to her!"<br />
<br />
"I understand how you feel, but you know you need to be careful, I'm sure - if you just disappear, your mum might get the police involved, and that could mean a load of crap for you and your dad."<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I do know - I think it's going to work out, though, and it's only for a long weekend, it's not as if I'm moving up there."<br />
<br />
"Well, let's hope it goes as you want, and I'll let you know what Bonny's doing, once I know myself - she's a bit of a 'woman of mystery' at the moment!"<br />
<br />
"Tell me about it, she hasn't even Skyped me lately!"<br />
<br />
"Well, like I say, she's busy with school stuff - she doesn't even ring me much, I have to call her most of the time. Kids, who'd have 'em!"<br />
<br />
Connor's eyes twinkled mischievously. "What about a kid 'having' you?!"<br />
<br />
"Sounds like a bloody good idea to me!" Seconds later, the bedroom door was closing behind us.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Once Bonny did share her proposed holiday plans with me, it was evident that her and Connor's paths weren't going to cross this time around - she was coming to me for the very weekend that he was now confirmed to be away with his dad. The boy was a little upset to be missing her - and missing a chance, no doubt, of renewing their sexual relationship, given that she was still the only girl he'd been to bed with - but he was pleased, at least, that he and my daughter were back in regular touch, by e-mail and Skype, once more. My girl barely mentioned Connor during her three days with me, but had rather more to say about Ryan, the friend she was off to Scotland to see. Connor would be pretty disappointed, I thought, to discover that Bonny might be entering into a 'long-distance' relationship with someone else after turning one down with him, but, ultimately, it was none of my business, and I did, slightly selfishly, harbour the hope that if he couldn't be with my daughter, he might be more inclined to hone his now considerable lovemaking skills with me instead.<br />
<br />
That wasn't, though, how things transpired. I next saw Connor the weekend after Easter, and he turned out to be bubbling over with news.<br />
<br />
"Guess what, Matt! My dad has applied for a job up in Edinburgh, and, if he gets it, he's said he'll take me with him! My mum's not even arguing about it, I can't believe it!" There was more, too. He simply couldn't hold his enthusiasm in check. "A....and Carla, Dad's girlfriend, has....this niece, just a few months younger than me. Sinead. And she's....really hot! And she really likes me, too. We didn't....do it - not quite, anyway, but we sneaked round to her house, got....naked, and everything, and gave each other cums! It was brilliant!"<br />
<br />
I was so pleased for him. I really, genuinely was. But I couldn't hide my other feelings well enough. The very real prospect of losing this boy, so soon after meeting him, left me bereft. Everything looked bleak, to the horizon, and beyond. It wasn't, really wasn't, the sex, much as I enjoyed it. It was his friendship, the bond that had developed between two people who both needed someone in their lives, and had found each other. My disappointment must have shown on my face, as clearly as a flag.<br />
<br />
"S....sorry, Matt, I....I didn't mean to....upset you."<br />
<br />
"You've got nothing to apologise for, Connor, I promise. I'm really glad for you. You deserve to be happy. And Sinead, too - it's really great you've found someone your own age, I mean it. I hope everything works out for you."<br />
<br />
"Matt?" The boy looked at me for a moment, but then looked away.<br />
<br />
"Yeah?"<br />
<br />
"It....it's about Sinead. We're....going out together. So I....can't do....stuff....with you anymore. Or Bonny."<br />
<br />
"Of course not! I wouldn't expect it for a minute. C....can I just ask you for one favour, though?" The boy looked at me questioningly, but didn't reply in words. "Could....I have one last....hug, please?"<br />
<br />
Connor nodded without hesitation, before, not at all gently, shoving me back onto the sofa and straddling my thighs. He put his arms around my neck, and, barely before I had time to breathe, had locked his lips passionately to mine. After long seconds, he withdrew, sitting back far enough that we could focus on each other's faces.<br />
<br />
"I was wrong, Matt. I <i>do </i>love you, after all. Just in a different way from how you love me, I think. And that won't be the last hug, I promise!"<br />
<br />
I smiled, beatifically. "Love you, too, sweet boy."<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Good as his word, it wasn't the last hug with Connor. But, as things worked out, there weren't many more. Connor's dad did, indeed, get his job, and it soon filtered through to me that the move to Edinburgh was only weeks away, at the end of June - Scottish school summer holidays were around a month earlier than their English equivalent, and the family had decided that their move would be timed to coincide, because Connor would otherwise have only had a two week summer break. So it was, a scant six months after his first visit to my flat, that he made his last. We hugged and kissed, there were a few tears, on both sides, promises of undying friendship and of keeping in touch, and then he was gone. And, within a couple of months, so was the flat - Bonny had decided not to come to London to do her A-Levels after all, moving instead from her academic grammar school to a further education college at home to pursue her principal interests of IT and graphic design - so, when the tenancy contract came up for renewal in the early autumn, and the landlord insisted on a substantial rent increase if I wanted to stay, I looked elsewhere, finding a considerably cheaper place, albeit in a much less salubrious area, but one from which I could just as easily commute to work. On my 'moving day', there were few regrets, but I did spent several minutes standing in the bedroom doorway, remembering Connor losing his virginity there, and his later taking mine, but, most of all, remembering those amazing minutes when I unwrapped the best Christmas present of my whole life. It almost seemed like a dream, a fantasy, and might have been, except that the sight of Connor's strong, sturdy teenage body, the scent and taste of him, the sound of his voice in moments of rapture, the silken touch of his skin against mine, were all so indelibly imprinted in my mind. At length, I sighed, deeply and unconsciously, closed the door, and walked away, without looking back.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
"Dad, when you come to visit next week, I've got a surprise for you. One I think you'll really like."<br />
<br />
Bonny was 23 now, a couple of years into what showed every sign of becoming a successful career as a freelance graphic artist, and well settled into her new life in Glasgow, where she'd taken her degree. Her relationship with Ryan hadn't lasted beyond a few months after her move to university, something which had upset her considerably at the time, but which she was long since over. After her graduation, and with my sixtieth birthday rapidly approaching, I'd taken early retirement and headed back to the West Country, renting a small flat in a Cornish fishing and tourist town for a fraction of the price of any metropolitan equivalent. I spent my days idling, pretty much, trying to write the novel I thought I had in me, but, in truth, spending far more time in my new local, spinning yarns with the group of friends I'd made there.<br />
<br />
I hadn't heard from Connor for more than three years - he did stay in touch, mostly by e-mail, until his final school exams were approaching, but the contact had gradually dwindled as he approached adulthood, and, after excusing himself by saying he was awash with school work and probably wouldn't be in touch for a few weeks, broke contact altogether. At that point, he was still comfortably ensconced in his relationship with Sinead, and had been talking of getting engaged to her. I had no way of knowing whether that eventuality had come about, though - when I tried, a few months later, to e-mail him, the mail bounced. I did feel a surge of disappointment, for a day or two, but quickly realised that there was nothing to be gained by brooding on the past, and moved on myself.<br />
<br />
So it was, on a Wednesday evening in July, that I alighted from a train at Glasgow Central, cramped and aching after a ten hour through journey from Cornwall. I hadn't seen Bonny for several months, though, so the gain greatly outweighed the temporary pain. I made my way through the ticket barrier, soon spotting my girl, who waved happily. She wasn't alone, either, being accompanied by a dark haired young man of around my height of six feet. He smiled, and a twinge of something just below the threshold of memory stirred in my mind. As Bonny hugged me warmly, he spoke.<br />
<br />
"You don't recognise me, do you, Matt?"<br />
<br />
His accent was coloured by a patina of Scots, but was unmistakably Southern English in origin. Suddenly, all sorts of lights went on in my head.<br />
<br />
"Connor! Bloody hell, Connor!"<br />
<br />
He grinned broadly. "That's me! How have you been, Matt?"<br />
<br />
"Good, but all the better for seeing you! Both of you!"<br />
<br />
Bonny finally released me from her embrace, and grinned in her turn.<br />
<br />
"See, I told you you'd like your surprise! Let's go for a drink and something to eat, and catch up a bit."<br />
<br />
The next three hours, before we left to catch the last suburban train to the area where Bonny's new flat was situated, were little short of a revelation. Connor's relationship with Sinead had ended acrimoniously, in the summer he'd left school to begin an IT apprenticeship - his interest was technical, as opposed to Bonny's creative bent - when he discovered she'd been cheating on him with one of his closest friends. After a couple of years when he'd concentrated on his work and studies, being involved in no more than casual flings with a number of young women - and one young man his own age, while he was on holiday in Spain, he told me - he'd been idly surfing the net one evening, and had decided to put Bonny's name in his search bar. He'd found her then new business website, e-mailed her, and it wasn't many days before they'd arranged to meet up.<br />
<br />
"We found we liked each other just as much as when we were younger," Connor said, "so we're finally together, and it's great!"<br />
<br />
"And not only that, but when he finished his apprenticeship last month, his company offered him a job, here in Glasgow," Bonny added. "Connor moved in with me last week!"<br />
<br />
"Brilliant!" I enthused. "I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather have as a son-in-law!"<br />
<br />
"Don't get carried away, Dad! We're not getting married any time soon - neither of us really believe in it that much, anyway. You don't need to get married these days, no-one cares much about people just living together."<br />
<br />
"Alright, consider me admonished! Virtual son-in-law, then, how does that sound!"<br />
<br />
Connor chuckled. "Fine, virtual dad-in-law!"<br />
<br />
"Don't worry guys, I'll make it into the 21st Century eventually!" We all laughed.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
There was a 'commitment party', eventually, four or five years on, kind of a wedding reception without the wedding. By that time, the next generation had arrived, too, in the form of a cute, bright as a button little boy of three, the image of his father. I couldn't be prouder of my daughter, her partner, and my grandson. Long may they continue to live the fairytale, happy ever after!<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-15512333868732961162015-04-17T00:36:00.001+01:002015-04-17T00:36:24.375+01:00Goodnight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The handsome middle aged man, his sun-bleached fair hair catching the last of the summer evening light, sighed heavily as the phone call came to its end, and the connection was broken. His partner, dark haired and deeply tanned, came into the living room.<br />
<br />
"Anthony?"<br />
<br />
Not trusting himself to speak, the man simply nodded.<br />
<br />
"Is it time, Xander?"<br />
<br />
"Y....yeah, we'd....better go." Xander's voice wavered with emotion.<br />
<br />
"It's best, you know that, of course?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, b....but...." Xander's face suddenly resembled, somehow, that of a lost little boy. "Oh, Robert, it's been such a long time, it's like he's always....been there."<br />
<br />
"I....I know, darling, I feel just the same way about him, you know that. Anthony will need us there, too. Look, let's go, I'll drive, it won't take long."<br />
<br />
Robert gently took his husband's hand, and quietly led him out of the front door, settling Xander into the passenger seat of the little electric car. Within a minute or so, they were on their way along the quiet evening roads of the Atlantic island where they'd lived for twenty years, heading for a moment they knew, deep down, was inevitable, but that both had hoped would never come.<br />
<br />
Half an hour brought Xander and Robert to the driveway of a familiar, oh so familiar, yellow painted two storey house, across the road from a narrow beach, and the now dark waters of the ocean.<br />
<br />
"He's always loved it here, Robert, right from the first day they moved in. If....if it's got to be anywhere, th....this is....the best place."<br />
<br />
Robert didn't answer in words, but simply drew Xander towards him, kissing him tenderly.<br />
<br />
The pair walked to the front door, which opened noiselessly as the small biometric sensor set in its lintel 'recognised' them. Another couple, much the same age, met them in the hallway.<br />
<br />
"Hi guys," Robert said. "What's happening?"<br />
<br />
Callum, Robert's cousin, answered quietly, Marcus, his long term partner, at his side, lending his unspoken solidarity.<br />
<br />
"He's taken the first dose. It's all on schedule. He's very comfortable, propped up, sipping a glass of cava."<br />
<br />
Xander smiled wanly. "What else?!"<br />
<br />
"You know it! The second dose is due in a few minutes. He....he wants you to help him with that, I think, Xander. Anthony did the first one, and he'll do the last, but....well, go and talk to him, maybe?"<br />
<br />
Xander nodded, almost imperceptibly.<br />
<br />
"I don't want to, but I really want to, if you know what I mean? He's on the balcony, I guess?"<br />
<br />
Callum laid a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, shall we go up there?"<br />
<br />
The four men climbed the dozen or so stairs to the first floor, doubling back on themselves at the head of the flight, through the master bedroom and out onto a broad terrace. A slightly built man, with light brown eyes and sandy hair, looked up at their approach, trying to smile, but not quite managing.<br />
<br />
"Thank you for coming."<br />
<br />
"Oh, Anthony, where else could we possibly be?" Xander exclaimed, albeit at little above a whisper.<br />
<br />
The smile that had been stillborn before lit up Anthony's face.<br />
<br />
"Sorry, Xander, I know, of course!"<br />
<br />
Anthony beckoned Xander and Robert over to where he knelt, alongside a deeply padded sun lounger. The occupant of the item of furniture, a frail, elderly grey-haired man, stirred from what appeared to be a light sleep, turning his head slightly to look up at the new arrivals, although his attention was focused on one face in particular. His lips curved slowly into a beatific smile.<br />
<br />
"Hi, sweetheart."<br />
<br />
Xander fought back the tears that threatened to overwhelm him with every ounce of willpower he possessed.<br />
<br />
"Hi, David." Xander nodded towards the small table to the man's left. "A good bottle?"<br />
<br />
"The best one left. I've drunk the rest. Waste not, want not!"<br />
<br />
David's eyes twinkled, and Xander couldn't suppress, even if he'd wanted to, a boyish grin.<br />
<br />
"You bloody drunkard! You should be ashamed of yourself!"<br />
<br />
"Oh, I am, you can imagine, I'm sure!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, right! You haven't been ashamed of anything since that Tuesday night when your husband got off the bus in Playa del Inglés. and damn bloody right, too!"<br />
<br />
"You always did know me too well, darling! Share a glass with me, please?"<br />
<br />
Another heave of emotion, almost too much to bear, shuddered through Xander's body, but, once more, he managed to bring himself back under control.<br />
<br />
"I'd love to."<br />
<br />
Robert, in the way he always had, since he and Xander had committed to each other when they were 10 years old, was on hand to do what was needed, in this case handing his love a delicate crystal glass, which Xander filled, before topping up the matching glass in David's trembling hand.<br />
<br />
"Cheers, Xander. Here's....here's to all the good times, past, present and future."<br />
<br />
Xander smiled, but couldn't hold back the tears any longer.<br />
<br />
"Don't cry, sweetheart, please. It's all been so wonderful, every day, every hour I've spent with you. Let's all enjoy the time that's left."<br />
<br />
Anthony squeezed Xander's fingers affectionately, dabbing the older man's tears away with a clean white handkerchief.<br />
<br />
"It's time for the next dose, Xander. Can you help David, please?" Anthony pressed a small vial of bluish fluid into Xander's hand. "Just hold it for him, he can drink it when he's ready."<br />
<br />
Xander felt like throwing the stuff into the sea, but knew he couldn't, mustn't, he had to be strong for the man he'd loved, and who had loved him, for so many years. After another sip or two of wine, David caught Xander's eye, and spoke softly.<br />
<br />
"Now, please, sweetheart, It's time."<br />
<br />
Xander, as he remembered it later, switched his conscious mind off totally at that point, allowing instead an almost automaton-like process to take over, lifting the bottle to the old man's mouth, holding it in place while the contents slipped, with one visible swallow, into David's body. David slowly licked the residue from his lips, then took a large gulp from his wineglass.<br />
<br />
"It's gone now, Xander. Kiss me, please, it's safe."<br />
<br />
Xander gently touched his lips to David's, just for a few seconds. David closed his eyes, and sighed contentedly.<br />
<br />
"You've always been a fantastic kisser, Alexander Bellingham. But then, you had a good teacher!" David turned his head as far as his position allowed, and winked at Robert, who couldn't help but laugh aloud. "Thank you so much, Robert, for sharing the love of your life with me. It's far more than I've ever deserved. And that's without mentioning you helping me find my soulmate, too. I might never have met Tony if it wasn't for you."<br />
<br />
"There's nothing to thank me for, David. You deserve everything good that you've had. You couldn't have been a better friend."<br />
<br />
David smiled, but more wanly than before. "Tony, I'm getting tired now. Time for the last dose, I think, my sweet."<br />
<br />
Anthony drew a huge, audible breath, and shook his head, as though he couldn't bring himself to continue.<br />
<br />
"You know it's time, my darling, darling boy. You know I'd never ask you if it wasn't the right thing to do, for both of us."<br />
<br />
Anthony blanched, but nodded, too. "Of course, David, my love. I know I have to let you go. I wanted to keep you for always, but not at your expense, ever. I love you so much."<br />
<br />
"And I love you just as much, Tony. Let's do it."<br />
<br />
Anthony broke open a blister pack, and took a syringe into his hand. He looked into David's eyes with the same intensity as on the day he'd first met his life partner, 35 years earlier.<br />
<br />
"Ready, David?"<br />
<br />
"Yes." David said, firmly.<br />
<br />
The needle pressed home almost without the old man feeling its sting.<br />
<br />
"Thank you, my love. Hold me, please." David's right hand reached out, seeking Xander's. "You too, sweetheart, if you don't mind."<br />
<br />
Anthony and Xander gently wrapped their arms around David's fragile body, and, within seconds, the old man's breathing became shallow.<br />
<br />
"I....I'm going to go to sleep now. And dream about my two lovely boys, forever. Goodnight, Tony. Goodnight, Xander."<br />
<br />
One last flutter of the eyelids, one last little breath. And then he was gone.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-49733236972347782612015-03-14T19:47:00.001+00:002015-03-14T19:47:31.347+00:00Mirror<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When I look in the mirror, what do I see?<br />
An old, tired, sad person looking at me<br />
All those years when I tried to give others my best<br />
Now all seem to be nothing but failing a test<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-10093135542107897592015-03-02T17:53:00.000+00:002015-03-02T17:53:16.709+00:00Sweven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You straddle my waist, smiling, your long blond hair flowing down past your ears, almost to your collarbone. But your face, so beautiful, is unobscured, your ice-blue eyes, your pale pink lips, your flawless skin, all on display to my adoring gaze. Your slender body shifts slightly as you make yourself more comfortable, and I can't but help gently touch you, an electric shiver racing down my spine as my hands come to rest on your cotton-clad sides, just at the bottom of your ribcage. A sighing breath escapes you as I stroke you softly, then, in less time than it takes to think it, you learn forward, so gracefully, and kiss me lightly, hardly more than the pressure of a butterfly's wing, but enough to make me feel that you're melting right into my core. And, not registering at first, another tactile sensation, that of diamond hardness against my stomach. As you straighten, my eyes are drawn inexorably toward your centre, and, in an instant, discern the unmistakable shape of your desire moulding your clothing. I look up, look into those crystal eyes, my question implicit but unequivocal. You nod, almost imperceptibly, your permission unreserved. My fingers extend, trembling with anticipation, and then, yes, there it is, that first contact, dreamed of for so long, but, until this moment, seemingly out of reach forever. I grip tenderly, and feel in return a distinct pulse, your body's natural answer to my hand's enquiry. Once more, just a fraction more firmly, the response correspondingly stronger, accentuated by your involuntary gasp. Then a change of approach, the ball of my thumb tracing your whole short length, from root to tip, up then down, up and down, until your eyelids begin to droop and your creamy skin colours pink. Long seconds pass, your lips part, just enough to reveal the glittering white of your perfect teeth, your breathing becomes ragged as the tingling joy begins to well up from deep inside, your head falls back, and....<br />
<br />
....the alarm clock's electronic clangour wrenches me back to reality, away from the beautiful vision. And tears fill my eyes, born of the implacable knowledge that a dream is as close as I'll ever get to my personal nirvana.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-20683407790206938052015-02-28T16:09:00.000+00:002015-02-28T16:09:31.489+00:00Ghost<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Walking along the damp Saturday suburban street<br />
You're close enough for me to hear the tread of your feet<br />
Ten yards behind you, my eyes drink in your perfection<br />
Quintessence of boy, the deepest, darkest addiction<br />
<br />
But then comes the junction, and in seconds, once more<br />
That same pang of heartache felt so often before<br />
You're gone, and I'm left with what hurts me the most<br />
That all you can be is a beautiful ghost<br />
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****<br />
<br />
Yeah, I know it doesn't scan, but it's the best I can manage. I hope it conveys the emotion, if nothing else.<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-64345765773667852422015-02-12T20:19:00.000+00:002015-02-14T18:50:41.515+00:00Triangle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>The present</b><br />
"He's dead! Mike, he's fucking dead! What are we going to do?!" the young man wailed, before breaking into wretched sobs. The older man, standing in the bedroom doorway, was frozen, unable to believe what he was seeing. His friend, his flatmate, lying on the bed, his face grey and contorted, his body twisted in the position his death throes had dictated, surrounded by empty blister packs of his heart medication. A wine bottle lying supine on the bedside table, no sign of spillage, he must've drunk it first. Despite the incongruity, Mike almost laughed, how like Ivan, even <i>in extremis</i>, not to waste the last bottle of his favourite Chardonnay, he hated waste so much. The thought was only transient, though, the boy's distress - because that's what he was, Mike knew, for all his desire to be seen as 'grown-up', to escape from his desperately unhappy childhood and youth, this boy was barely 16, and looked, especially now with tears streaming down his cheeks, even younger than that - bringing his attention back to the here and now, this surreally awful here and now. He had to 'do something', and do it now.<br />
<br />
"Keiron, come away, please. There's nothing we can do for him. Come into the lounge, and I'll call an ambulance."<br />
<br />
"It's my fault, it's all my fault!" the boy cried. "If I hadn't...."<br />
<br />
Mike stepped forward, took Keiron's shoulders in his hands, and gently but firmly turned him away from the bed, before ushering him out of the room, closing the door behind them.<br />
<br />
"Don't think that, Keiron, please, we don't know what happened or why. You can't blame yourself."<br />
<br />
"Of course it was my fault," the boy spat out. "He saw, he knew! I saw his reflection in the mirror!"<br />
<br />
"Oh fuck!" Mike breathed, almost inaudibly.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
<b>Five minutes earlier</b><br />
"5-0! I still can't believe it! It was bloody brilliant!" Keiron's excitement was still well up above the dazzle level, three hours and more after the final whistle, as he and Mike let themselves back into the flat.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, you certainly picked the right match to go to!" Mike replied. "I don't go to every game, by any means, but that was the best I've seen them play for ages!"<br />
<br />
"I didn't pick it, it was Ivan who got the tickets. I hope he's feeling better." The boy called out, rather over volume. "Hey, Ivan, we're back! Have you seen the football results?" No reply. "Maybe he's asleep." Keiron looked at Mike, and grinned, wickedly. "Maybe we can....celebrate a bit! I'll just take a peek in his room, if that's OK?"<br />
<br />
Mike smiled in return, and nodded. "Quietly, though, you know what it's like being woken up when you're not feeling well."<br />
<br />
"Course!" The boy walked down the hallway, and slowly opened the second door on the right. "Ivan?" Keiron's voice was little more than a whisper. As he took a step into the room, he saw his friend lying on the bed, fully clothed. Even in the dim light, the boy knew instinctively that something was wrong. He switched on the light.<br />
<br />
"Mike!" he shouted, his voice dripping with panic. "Mike, quick!"<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
<b>Ten hours earlier</b><br />
"Why aren't you coming, Ivan?" Keiron asked, his face a picture of confused disappointment. "What's up?"<br />
<br />
"I'm really not feeling well, sunshine. My heart arrhythmia has flared up, and I'm feeling a bit....sick". Ivan had left a pause, long enough to be meaningful, before the last word of the sentence, and, just for a moment, the man glanced beyond Keiron, at the face of his friend, but Mike's expression was nothing but neutral, so Ivan returned his attention to the boy. "You don't want to be towing a sickly, boring old p....git around with you, go and enjoy your brunch and your match. I'm sure you and Mike will have....fun together."<br />
<br />
Mike might have managed inscrutability, but Keiron couldn't match him, and flushed, visibly. How beautiful he is, Ivan couldn't help thinking, even now in what was very much his adolescence rather than puberty, but then, he always was. Before his emotions had time to well up, though, he found himself having to attend to the boy's reply.<br />
<br />
"I....I came to see you, though, not Mike! You're my friend, one of my best friends!"<br />
<br />
"I'm really sorry, Keiron," Ivan replied slowly, "I wasn't planning to be ill, I promise you. It's just the way things have worked out. And I'm really happy you think of me as a good friend, I hope you know I feel the same way about you."<br />
<br />
"Of course I do, you should know <i>that</i>!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, sorry Keiron, I do, definitely! Look, you need to get ready, you'll be late otherwise. You don't want to come all this way and miss kick off!"<br />
<br />
Fifteen minutes later, Keiron and Mike were ready to leave, swaddled in coats, hats and gloves against the February chill.<br />
<br />
"At least there's one advantage of illness," Ivan said, forcing lightness into his voice. "I don't have to go out there and freeze my arse off!"<br />
<br />
"Wrap up warm, old man!" Keiron laughed. "You never know what might happen!"<br />
<br />
For a moment, Ivan almost lost control completely, it took every ounce of his self-control to keep his emotions in check. Never a truer word, he thought.<br />
<br />
"Have a good one, guys!"<br />
<br />
"See you, Ivan," the boy said.<br />
<br />
"Bye, Keiron." Love you, love you, love you always, echoed through the man's head.<br />
<br />
And then they were gone. Ivan sat, staring at the blank back of the door for long minutes. Finally, he stood, and began to walk towards the kitchen. As he opened the fridge door and reached for the wine bottle on the shelf, big, silent tears, utterly beyond his control, began to roll down his cheeks.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
<b>One day earlier</b><br />
"Sorry to be a boring old fart, but I'm going to have an early night, Keiron," Ivan said. "It's been a long day today, and it'll be a busy one for all of us tomorrow."<br />
<br />
"Don't worry about it, you can't help being old!" the boy smirked. "Seriously, though, I really appreciate what you've done, driving all that way to pick me up and bring me here."<br />
<br />
"You know it's not a problem - at least, I hope you do! I wish I was still living around the corner, and we could see each other whenever like we used to, but things haven't worked out that way. And it's all in a good cause, you finally getting to go to The Emirates, and see your beloved team in their natural habitat!"<br />
<br />
"Why aren't you going, though? I hardly even know Mike."<br />
<br />
"You know I can't stand Arsenal, and Mike's almost as big a fan as you are! It was a no-brainer! You got on OK with Mike when he came down home a few years back, didn't you?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah....I suppose so. He....he's a nice guy....but I....I'd still rather it was you."<br />
<br />
"Flattery will get you nowhere! It's only for tomorrow afternoon, though, just a few hours. We've got the rest of the weekend, and all day on Monday, too, going home." It was the weekend leading into the half-term holidays, and Ivan had booked a leave day to take Keiron back to Cornwall. "You'll be sick of the sight of me by Monday evening!"<br />
<br />
The boy grinned mischievously once more. "Yeah, you're right! You <i>are</i> a boring old fart, after all!"<br />
<br />
Ivan's expression would've convinced anyone walking into the room that his feelings had been genuinely hurt by Keiron's remarks, but the boy knew better.<br />
<br />
"Stop pouting like some old drama queen! You know you love me insulting you!"<br />
<br />
Ivan laughed out loud. "Damn, busted again! Anyway, Mike should be home in a few minutes, the train back from his meeting was a bit late, but he texted me to say he was getting on the Tube the best part of an hour ago. I guess he's stopped to pick up some food."<br />
<br />
"What, are you going to bed already?" Keiron asked. It was just after 10:00.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I'm buggered! I guess you'll be staying up until God knows when, but I didn't have the luxury of sleeping in the car for the best part of three hours, like some people!"<br />
<br />
At that moment, Ivan and Keiron heard the sound of the front door being opened, followed by a cheery 'Hello guys' as Mike climbed the steep flight of stairs to the first floor flat. Ivan, in the event, postponed his bedtime by almost an hour as the three chatted while Mike ate his Chinese takeaway, but he finally made his excuses between a pair of huge yawns, and headed for his room, having first made up the air mattress bed Keiron would be sleeping on in the lounge. At least Keiron and Mike seem to be getting on well enough, the man thought - they're both night owls, so Keiron shouldn't get bored, Mike will keep him entertained.<br />
<br />
An hour later, Ivan woke with the sense of having slept for a long time, but a glance at the clock told him it wasn't even midnight yet. His bladder needed attention, though, so he slipped on his dressing gown, and padded, barefoot, towards the bathroom. The living room door was open, and the conversation, while not loud, was easily audible. What Ivan heard drove the call of nature from his mind instantly.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I really like Ivan," Keiron was saying, "he's been like a sort of 'favourite uncle' since I was really young, 7 or 8. I know he fancies me, though, I've known it for years. Not that he's ever tried to touch me, or anything, but I was about the only one who wasn't surprised when he came out as gay and split up with Emily. He's always looking at me when he thinks I won't notice. He's a bit of a old perv, sometimes."<br />
<br />
"That's not very charitable," Mike replied, his tone of voice chiding the boy gently.<br />
<br />
"Well, I don't <i>really</i> mind, mostly, it just gets a bit boring. I mean, he's helped me in lots of other ways - when I started to realise <i>I </i>was probably gay, or at least bi, he kept me sane, talked to me about it, told me it was OK to be myself. My mum would've absolutely freaked if I'd tried to say anything to her, she still doesn't know. She would've blamed my dad, like she blames him for everything else, even though he had nothing to do with it - he's as straight as they come, he'd probably freak just as much as her. If it hadn't been for Ivan....I might....might have ended up like some of those other gay teens you read about online, killing themselves."<br />
<br />
"I know what you mean, I went through all that stuff with my family when I was around your age. My parents accepted it eventually, but they're still not happy about it, even now, twenty-odd years on. That's their problem, though, I am what I am."<br />
<br />
"You're so cool, Mike!" Keiron gushed. "I mean, being so happy to be yourself, and being a programmer as well!" The boy's voice dropped a notch or two in volume, as though he didn't want to be overheard. "And you're really....hot, too. You make me....horny! Not like Ivan, I mean, he's a bit too fat, and has some really boring job on the railway."<br />
<br />
Ivan stood silently in the hallway, numb. Keiron was right, he <i>had</i> been attracted to the boy since the earliest stirrings of the youngster's puberty, but had always kept his desires hidden, or so he'd thought, to protect Keiron from any harm. He'd always thought, especially after their discussions around the boy's orientation over the previous two or three years, that, once he was old enough, there might have been some chance that Keiron might have been interested in a relationship, but now, he knew that he'd been deluding himself all along. Ivan felt so stupid, how could I possibly have believed that it might happen, he thought wretchedly. I love him, more than anyone ever in my life, and all he thinks is that I'm a 'boring old perv'. Ivan turned and crept silently back to his room, the reason for his presence in the hallway forgotten, too upset to even cry.<br />
<br />
Despite his distress, Ivan was exhausted enough to have fallen back to sleep almost instantly. but the consequences of the abortive trip to the toilet woke him again, an hour or so later. I really must go this time, the man thought, or I'll piss myself. The lights in the flat had all been extinguished in the intervening time, and Ivan thought no more than that Keiron and Mike must've finally called it a day. He slipped quickly and silently into the bathroom, relieved himself with an unconscious sigh, and washed his hands. I won't flush, he thought, I don't want to wake anyone - I'll be up before either of those lazy buggers in the morning, anyway. As he stepped back into the hallway, though, he stopped in his tracks. Rendered immobile by a voice. Keiron's voice, low but unmistakable.<br />
<br />
"Ooohhh Mike, oh my God! I....I'm there!" Ivan's eyes had grown accustomed to the dim light, and he could see, through the open door of his flatmate's bedroom, reflected in Mike's large wall mirror, Keiron's face, rapturous, the eyes almost closed, the mouth open wide, heard the boy's gasping breath, then a loud, drawn-out groan as he hit his peak. Ivan watched, stunned, the rhythmic thrusts of the boy's slender thighs dissolving into a series of spasmodic jerks as orgasm overwhelmed him. Ivan finally tore himself away, slipping back into his room, blinded by tears of hurt, frustration and, yes, jealousy, just as Keiron's movements ceased, and he slumped down onto Mike's back. What he didn't know, though, was that, out of the corner of his eye as his consciousness returned in the wake of the tidal wave of sexual pleasure of the previous moments, Keiron saw his friend in that self-same mirror, turning away. The boy felt as though the pit of his stomach had just fallen through to the centre of the earth.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
<b>Epilogue - Two e-mails and a conversation</b><br />
Dear Mike<br />
I don't blame you, really I don't. My first reaction, last night, was 'How could you, how you could you do that to me, taking my boy away'. But then, of course, I realised that Keiron <i>isn't</i> 'my' boy, never was, never could be. He isn't <i>anyone's</i> boy, he's his own, autonomous self, a young man, old enough to make his own decisions. And I realised, too, that if the positions had been reversed, I would've done the exact same thing. I'd based too many of my hopes and dreams on Keiron, though, and now they've been exposed for the illusions they always were, I'm not strong enough to begin to build again. I'm sorry, so sorry that I've done what I've done to both of you, but I've nowhere left to go. Look after him, please, and make sure he gets home safely - I've put enough money in your bank account to pay his train fare.<br />
<br />
Your friend, always<br />
Ivan x<br />
<br />
*<br />
Dearest, dearest Keiron<br />
Please, sweetheart, please, please, don't blame yourself, ever, for what's happened. I loved you too much, so much that I couldn't see what was real and what was in my head. I should have known, did know, really, if I'm being honest, but couldn't face the consequences of the truth.<br />
Be happy, always. You deserve nothing less.<br />
<br />
With all my love, forever<br />
Ivan xxxx<br />
<br />
*<br />
The boy, as he had been, seemingly for hours, was cradled in Mike's arms, his eyes painfully red and inflamed from crying.<br />
<br />
"I didn't know, Mike, I never knew that he felt that way about me. I thought it was just sex stuff."<br />
<br />
"Shhh, Keiron. he said don't blame yourself, and, knowing Ivan the way I did, I know he meant it. I'm sure you do, too, if you think about it."<br />
<br />
The boy nodded, mutely, but Mike was sure there was more he wanted to say. The man waited, patiently.<br />
<br />
"I....I don't want to go home, Mike. I want to stay here, with you."<br />
<br />
The man's reaction was to demur, but he'd fallen for this beautiful young person,beautiful outside and in, just as much as Keiron had fallen for him. At length, he spoke again.<br />
<br />
"That's what I want, too, Keiron. But what about your mum?"<br />
<br />
"If I come out to her, she'll throw me out, anyway. She's always hated me, because I look too much like my dad. I've had enough of living like that. I want to be loved, and....I want to be loved by you."<br />
<br />
There were no more words, Mike simply leaned towards Keiron, and kissed him gently, while Keiron hugged Mike as tightly as he could. Tragedy might have brought them together, but it was going to take an awful lot more to ever drive them apart.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
<br />
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Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-56848818873741614932014-12-26T19:58:00.000+00:002014-12-26T19:58:47.007+00:00Forgiveness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
They're evil forever, so many would say<br />
Vengeance must triumph, even beyond the grave<br />
One decade, two decades, three decades, four<br />
Can never erase what happened before<br />
<br />
But those on the outside can never begin<br />
To comprehend the depths of nightmare within<br />
The knowledge that every day that you live<br />
That you're the one person you'll never forgive<br />
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****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-11400357815950057232014-12-07T16:28:00.000+00:002014-12-07T16:28:03.950+00:00Steadfast<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You think you've got no place to hide<br />
You think there's no escape from the pain<br />
Nowhere their words and worse can't find you<br />
No choice but to sleep for evermore<br />
<br />
But please believe this, there is a better way<br />
Stand up, stand proud and never let them win<br />
Show them you can rise above their mindless hate<br />
Love yourself, and you'll beat them every single day<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B<br />
<br /></div>
Sammy Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257879009293024225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748909294372856077.post-25098208395665145492014-11-28T10:36:00.000+00:002014-11-28T10:36:15.073+00:00Darkness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You didn't know, how could you? There was nothing on the surface to show. Not a sign of the churning ocean of desire, temptation, frustration within. Just a shared smile at the antics of those girls, your schoolmates. But that smile was your first step towards the centre of the web. Another day, another smile, a few words. Another step. Then slowly, slowly, a little more each time we met. You thought it was coincidence, how we came to be on that same bus, day after day, but how could you know? Until the last day of term, when I invited you to meet me the next day, to go Christmas shopping. Your parents were working, they wouldn't even know you'd gone out, still less what your destination was.<br />
<br />
But now you know. Lying there. Violated. Broken. Too hurt to even cry. Because even I didn't know. Know that you'd find the key to unlock my darkness.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Love & best wishes to all<br />
Sammy B</div>
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