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Garry and John 		(m/t, mast, oral, anal, cons) (Part 3 of 3)
by 
Alexander


Chapter Seven.

Ruffling Garrys hair, I suggested that he give it a rest for a while and that
we aught to think about something else for a change, like having a shower and
getting some breakfast. Giggling, he kissed my cock lightly on the tip and
knelt up, looking kittenish.

"May I suggest that you put some clothes on and go get a shower? You smell like
a brothel!" Sticking his tongue out at me, he searched for his long-discarded
clothes and put them on. "Can I take the car?" he pleaded.

Pointing towards where Id left them, I issued the mandatory Be careful
advice, before adding wickedly, "And leave the boys - and men - alone!"

Still laughing, he scampered out and I heard the Landrover start up as I
gathered the cooking things together to start breakfast. Within half-an-hour he
was back, freshly scrubbed and emanating a much healthier aroma than he was
earlier. Leaving him to make tea for himself, I walked across to the shower
block and luxuriated in a warm, invigorating shower. I was drying myself off
when a man alongside me smiled and said, "Ill bet your brother is a handful,
isnt he?" I was completely thrown by this, what in Hell was he talking about.
My first thoughts were either Garry had done something silly while driving
across the field, or our noisy night had disturbed him. And the brother bit?

"Yeah, I was walking the dog late last night when I heard him shout something
out. All your lights were out, so I suppose he was dreaming was he?" In the
split second I had to think before answering him, I guessed he believed it.
Otherwise he wouldnt have said anything at all, and possibly rung the Police
if hed had any doubts about our propriety.

"Yes," I mumbled, "He gets some awful nightmares. Sorry if he disturbed you."

"Dont worry. Ive got two boys and they scream the house down sometimes. Your
brother was in here just now, washing up whilst I was shaving. He seemed happy
enough, he was singing away to himself, so he got over it OK."

"Yes, thanks." I replied.

"He said that you were on a camping holiday to get away from the house for a
some peace and quiet. I wish I could do that, believe me!" He laughed as he
collected his things together and waved as he left. "See you later."

I held on to the sink to steady myself. Jesus! We must be more careful in
future, or find a campsite a million miles from the nearest people!

Garry thought this was hilarious as I told him the story, and to give him his
due, thought less of it than I did. "What you worried about? My mum and dad
think I have nightmares when I, well, you know! If it works for them, well
 ..... And I told them you were my brother cause if I said anything else, he
might not have believed youre my cousin."

That made sense: my estimation of Garrys sensibility went up a thousand-fold
and I knew then that I could depend on his intelligence and discretion
entirely, much to my relief as this had been niggling away at me for a long
time now.

It was with some relief on my part that we packed the gear away and left the
site an hour later, turning towards Wales and the West. Over a leisurely lunch
taken at a transport cafe, we talked about where we should go next, and came to
no real decision. In desperation, I bought a cheap Where to Camp guide from
the garage and handed it to Garry to search through. Having gone through the
childrens playground- type and the up-market caravan sites, I suggested that
he look for a place that only took one tent and was a thousand miles from
anywhere.

I got a puzzled look from my companion in return, and pointed out that if he
was to carry on making as much noise as he has done so far every time he shot
his load, then nothing less would do! "Its your fault," he retorted, "You
always get me wound up I cant help it!" I laughed and punched him on the arm.

"Of course, the easy alterative is to forget all about sex for two weeks and
just enjoy ourselves."

"NO CHANCE!" he said forcefully, grinning broadly "You got me out here a
zillion miles from nowhere to have your wicked way with me, and now youre
gonna dump me. Absolutely no way! In any case, look what youve done already."

He lifted the front of his shorts up, sans underwear, and nodded at his boner.

"Jesus! Doesnt that thing ever give up?" I groaned.

"Nope. Not when youre around anyway."

Still giggling, he laid out on the seat, rested his head in my lap and started
to read the guide. Happily, I stroked his hair as I drifted along the quiet
road, thinking once again how lucky we were.

By mid-afternoon it was becoming obvious that we were about as far from
civilisation as we were going to get. We were surrounded by the magnificent
Welsh hills and deep valleys, once populated by sheep farmers, long-since gone.
I was just beginning to panic a bit, doubting seriously if ever we would find
anywhere at all to stop, never mind a quiet one. It was Garry who spotted the
tiny white sign leaning over at a crazy angle, half-buried in the hedge.

"There!" he shouted.

Jerking to a stop I reversed to see the weather-beaten Camping notice
pointing down an over-grown lane. Gingerly I fought my way down it, not
expecting to find anything at all except a derelict farmhouse at the end. Ten
minutes later and we found it. Derelict it certainly was, peeling paint, broken
windows - the lot. But it was occupied as the tell-tale smoke from the chimney
said.

Nervously, I knocked at the door and waited. After what seemed an age, it was
opened by an old man, dressed in the bye-gone clothes of a Welsh hill farmer.
He looked at me waiting for me to start.

"Weve - er - got ourselves a bit lost and its getting late. We were wondering
if you still took in campers?"

He looked at me and the Landrover, and Garry peering out of the window. "Mm.,"
he said, non-commitally.
"Havent seen anybody in months. Dont do much any more. The best I got is the
field down there." He pointed vaguely at a grass slope off to the side.
"Theres a river at the bottom." That apparently was the extent of the
facilities.

"Ok, well take it. For tonight anyway. Ill let you know if were gonna stay
any longer."

"Itll cost £5 - and stay as long as you like."

I gave him the note and thanked him.

"Dont mind the cows in the field. They wont harm you," he muttered as he
closed the door.

It was lucky I had a Landrover as the slope down the field to the stream was
quite steep and slippery, and negotiating round the cows wasnt easy either!
Still, we managed to get down without any mishap and cruised along the bank
until we found a secluded spot on a bend with easy access to the water.

The tent was quickly set up and our few bits and pieces thrown in. The weather
had turned hotter over the past few hours and we were looking forward to trying
the river to see if it was OK to swim in. Food was our first target though, and
I asked Garry if he wanted to try and find somewhere to eat, or did he fancy
cooking out here.

"Out here!" he bounced, "Itll be fun. What we got?"

I fished out some tins of beans, sausages and other odds and ends. "There you
go. Do you wanna do it, or shall I?"

We decided that I would make some tea whilst he cooked the food for us. But
first, a swim. Stripping off our now grubby clothes, we found our swimming
trunks and pulled them on. Garry suggested that we didnt bother with them as
we seemed to be so isolated, but thinking that it was always possible a hiker
or someone would wander by, we aught to try and be fairly decent.

The water was cold at first, but we soon got used to it and splashed around in
the summer sun. Garry was as relaxed as ever Id seen him and I enjoyed sitting
on the bank watching him play in the water diving for rocks and generally
having a good time - it was a real delight to watch him loose himself in a
world of his own for a while, completely free.

Leaving him to his own pleasures, I wandered back to the tent and started the
meal. It wasnt long before he smelt the aroma of cooking sausages and ran
back, shaking the water out of his soft fair hair as he did so. Sitting
cross-legged in front of the frying pan, he turned the sausages over with a
fork.

"Youd better put a T-shirt of something on if youre gonna do that," I
suggested. Turning to look at me, smiled and ignored my comment. He quickly
changed his mind however when the fat splattered at him making him yelp with
the short sharp pain.

Leaving him to get on with it, I started to sort the tent out, spreading the
bags out and arranging the TV and so on. I stopped suddenly when I heard
another yelp from outside. "My nuts have gone!" he shouted, laughing with glee.
"Look!"

He was right, of course, the cold water had done its trick. Garry was stood
with his trunks at his knees, his shrivelled cock hanging loosely doing a
pretty good job of hiding his tiny wrinkled balls, pulled up tightly into his
groin as they were.

"Thank goodness for that, I might get some peace at last," I replied seriously.
"Theres no way can you do anything with that except piss once in a while. Its
the first time Ive seen it soft. Tiny little thing aint it!"

"Bollocks!" he beamed, "Just you wait." Without further ado, he cupped his
withered tackle in his hand and began to massage them back to life with one
hand whilst tending to the food with the other. Pretty disgusting, I know he
was clean enough, but I made sure he didnt touch anything with his hands all
the same. Much to his delight, it wasnt long before they returned to something
like normal once again, a fact which he thoroughly enjoyed showing me.

I joined him as the meal was served, sat opposite him. We were hungrier than we
thought and the pile of food was quickly demolished, but not before Garry
showed me the way his mind was working. He was only wearing his T-shirt, which
just about covered his groin when he was sat down. I looked at him as he stared
pointedly at the remaining sausages in the pan, then at his crotch, then back
to the sausages again. Slowly the front of his shirt began to tent out - I
watched, intrigued knowing exactly what he was thinking. Moving his shirt out
of the way, he picked up a sausage, examined it closely and stared at his
semi-rigid cock, giggling.

"Ill never noticed that before," he said trying to be serious. "Theyre about
the same." Looking me straight in the eye, he slid the piece of meat between
his lips and sucked hard, working it in and out erotically. Laughing at his
boyish game, I copied him and commented that the sausage tastes better than
some things I could think of.

"Prick!" he said between mouthfuls of food.

His tool was standing perfectly upright now, his foreskin just allowing a
glimpse of his purple head. My own hitherto quiescent dick stirred in my
trunks, rapidly hardening and becoming painful. I eased my hand inside them and
made myself more comfortable.

"Gotcha!" he chortled, "You got a hardon! And you call me randy!"

Slightly embarrassed at being caught out for some reason, I half-smiled and
muttered, "Ill get you later for that!"

It didnt take five minutes to clear away the cooking things and rinse them in
the river. Once they were done and put away, I suddenly felt very tired; Id
had a long couple of days and not a lot of sleep in the middle. Clambering into
the tent, I turned the radio on quietly and told Garry that I was going to have
a rest.

"Ok, Im going for a swim then. See you later." Two hours later I was awoken
from a deep sleep when I was conscious of the tent flaps being drawn closed.
Garry had crawled in and was tying the fly-sheets together.

"Im tired," he yawned. "Can I join you?"

Stretching an arm out, I invited him to lay down with me, "But take those
things off first, theyre wet."

Doing as he was asked, he threw them in the corner, dragged a sleeping bag over
us and cuddled up close, facing me. Putting a thumb in his mouth, he draped his
arm over me and closed his eyes. Two minutes later I felt him turn over, stick
his butt in my groin and curl up once more, but this time he lazily took my
hand and placed it over his still cold and prune-like cock and balls. Sighing
contentedly, he wriggled his butt closer to my prick and fell asleep again. It
took quite an effort for me to get back to sleep, and only then after I
manoeuvred my dick between his butt cheeks to give it some space to expand in!

It was almost dark when I woke up, still in the same position and feeling a lot
better. Garry was still sleeping like an angel and I was very reluctant to
disturb him. I needed a piss, but decided to hold on for as long as possible, I
was much too comfortable to move. Idly, I felt Garrys hard dick in my hand,
and gently started to play with it, running my fingers up and down its length.
He stirred slightly, moaned and pushed back just a little. Gradually he came
to, twisting over to face me.

"Good here isnt it?" he sighed, "I wish it could go on forever."

"Perfect!" I agreed and gave him a kiss and hug. "But I gotta go."

I decided not to get dressed, but poked my head out of the fly sheets, checked
that no one was in sight and crawled out to relieve myself against the side of
the Landrover. I was soon joined by Garry who stood alongside me and grinned as
we played piss-fights until we were drained. Hurrying back inside, I lay down
again with Garry, staring at the ridge of the tent. Trying to find the spot he
had warmed up, Garry stretched out alongside me, threw a leg over and rested
his head on my chest.

"What shall we do tonight?" I asked. "Apart from that!" I added, giving him a
squeeze.

"Dunno. Got any ideas?"

We were wide awake now and a quick look at my wrist watch showed it was only
eight oclock. "How about a walk?" I suggested.

Once wed found some clean clothes and dressed ourselves, we set off for a
stroll down the riverbank. There wasnt a great deal to look at but the
scenery. We were at the bottom of a steep-sided valley, with the Welsh granite
rocks climbing skywards. It was a fine, clear evening and we watched the
kestrels wheeling about in the sky, hunting for their supper. We sat down on
the bank and watched, fascinated. I felt Garrys arm wrap round my waist and I
moved towards him. There was hardly a sound anywhere, only the occasional bird
making its presence felt before settling down for the night.

We chatted together for a while about nothing in particular, enjoying the
evening air until it got dark. Arms on each others shoulders we drifted back
to find something to eat. Cold meat sandwiches and hot cups of coffee were
quickly produced and we settled down to watch tv for a while.

I dont think sex was on the agenda particularly that evening; in some ways
wed over-dosed ourselves the past 24 hours and a bit of respite was in order.
Still dressed, we sat on the floor and ate our food in silence.

Around midnight we undressed and lay down for the night, with Garry nestled up
in front of me, cuddled up close. In view of the heat, we were naked and
uncovered. Once the television was turned off, we listened for a few minutes to
the night noises and appreciated the complete isolation.

I was mistaken about the sex part of course. It didnt take him long to worm
his way to my into my groin and take hold of my cock. He stroked with
feather-light strokes waiting for it to respond, which it did in very short
order. Even then, I wasnt sure whether he wanted any proper fun and games or
not, or just the comfort. I reached down and found him to be already up and
proud, the radiant heat making it much easier to find!

Leaning over him I kissed him softly on the lips, and whispered, "Thank you,"
in his ear.

"For what?" he replied.

"Just being you."

He stared at me for a minute and I watched as a pair of tears ran down his
cheeks. Getting closer, I licked them up and pecked his pert little nose.

He accepted the compliment gracefully with just a hint of a wistful smile and
settled down again. I lay my hand on his chest and began to twist his nipples
gently between my fingers, first one side and then the other. I hadnt expected
very much to happen as mine never seem to respond to this sort of stimulation,
but Garrys perked up instantly, accompanied by a guttural sigh.

"Thats nice!" he moaned.

Leaving go of his cock for the time being, I flirted with his tiny nipples as I
kissed him deeply and held him tight. Joining in the moment, he clasped his
hand behind my shoulders and returned the kiss, passionately and lovingly.
Still embracing we rolled around the floor having a rough-and-tumble, laughing
and giggling all the while, trying to escape from the clutches of the other -
not too hard of course. We kissed, fondled, touched and tickled each other all
over, with no holds barred. Its been years since Id had this sort of fun, and
I dont suppose Garry has had much of it either, we were hysterical with
laughter. Eventually Garry had me pinned to the ground with his knees in my
shoulders. Moving down he kissed me tenderly and sat back, tears flowing down
his face, but with laughter this time. As he sat back my prick made contact
with his butt and bounced up out of the way. I saw a sparkle in his eye which
could only mean one thing - hed been reminded of an earlier promise Id made.

Suddenly becoming serious, he said, "Do you think we could try and do it now?"
It was the pleading in his voice which persuaded me, against my better
judgement. He saw this final act as a sort of rite of passage I guess and would
be the ultimate act of the love which had grown between us. There was no way I
could deny him this last gift and so I agreed that we could have a go. "But,
youre in charge and the minute you say so, well stop and try again some other
time."

There was no frivolity this time, he was being deadly serious. He knew that it
would hurt, at least to begin with, and that we might not even be able to do
it, but he desperately wanted it.

"How do we do it?" he questioned, still squatting astride me. "What do I do?"

"Get the jar of Vaseline from the First Aid box in the car and Ill show you."
I said hoarsely.

In seconds hed found the jar and was back, standing in front of me, prick
erect and proffering the container at me like a votive offering.

I smoothed a good amount of the grease on my tool and made sure the foreskin
was well peeled back from my cockhead. With a little difficulty I spread the
lubricant around and inside his butt and we were ready.

"There are two ways I suppose which are easy," I told him, "Either you can lay
on your back and put your legs over my shoulders, or you can try and sit down
on it with me underneath."

He paused for a moment or two thinking it over. "I wanna try and sit down on
you. Then I can look at you as well."

Planting his feet either side of me, I held his wrists as he very slowly
lowered himself downwards. When he felt my dick touch him, he let go of one
hand and held my cock in place as he relaxed the muscles in his legs and sunk a
bit lower. I felt his virgin hole tighten closed as we made contact. He
stopped, waited for it to relax and pushed himself down, eyes closed, mouth
tight shut and a look of intense concentration on his face. He held my hand
with a vice like grip as he suffered the first agonising shoot of pain. "Easy,"
I said, "Take your time, theres no rush."

Lifting up slightly, he took a deep breath and went down again. Once again he
spasmed shut, but soon loosened up. He suddenly let himself drop about halfway
down my cock. Screaming out, he dug his nails into my hand, enough to draw
blood, not noticing at the time. I reached out to pull him off, but he shook
his head wildly from side to side, "Its OK. Its OK. Leave me!"

Very gently he continued downwards, absorbing my full length of raging prick
until he settled on my crotch. Bringing his other hand round now, he entwined
his fingers with mine and gripped tightly. Slowly the pain dissipated from his
face, his muscles relaxed and his eyes opened.

"Did it. Did it. I DID IT!" he said loudly, beaming from ear to ear. "John!
Ive done it!" He sat there for what must have been five minutes rocking from
side to side every so often and not letting go of my hands for a second. Once
the last vestiges of pain had gone, he started to lift himself up a few
centimetres before lowering himself and getting his breath. Imperceptibly the
length of his stroke increased until he was using my full length. Twice he
misjudged it and I slipped out, only to be pushed back in again instantly with
a mouthed "Fuck it!" each time.

After a while he settled into a smooth rhythm and managed to give me a weak
smile of triumph once in a while, holding my hands a lot less painfully now.
Abruptly he changed his pace, let out an ecstatic whimper and froze in
mid-stroke, his eyes ablaze. I assumed hed found he prostate - and how! Moving
just a tiny fraction up and down, he hit it time and time again, panting for
breath, his mouth wide open. I watched his cock as it grew redder and redder,
beating in time with his heart. There was no way he could take very much of
this sort of arousal, especially on his first time.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he cried out as his magic button was pressed.

It wasnt long before he started to orgasm: I could even see the little tube
expand as the first wads of cum fired their way out, shooting straight up in
the air with phenomenal pressure. He emitted a low growl which swiftly rose to
a scream; his butt cheeks spasmed and milked my dick, giving me the most
breath-taking cum Id had for ages and ages. Predictably, he stiffened up, back
arched forwards, his little belly forced out, and his hands locking vice-like
in mine; even the visible pulse in his neck seemed to pause for a moment as his
trance kicked in. Carefully taking his shoulders, I eased him down to lay on
top of me and rested his forehead on mine.

Gradually his breathing slowed down and his eyes re-focussed, only to look into
mine with a stare of complete and utter bewilderment.

"Why... Why .... Why didnt you tell me how bloody fantastic that is? It was
unbelievable - and I came again without touching it!"

I was happy for him. More than that, I was over the moon with joy. What could
have so easily been a complete disaster turned out to be a wonderful event, not
only for him but me as well. This was a night never to be forgotten, our love
for each other proven beyond doubt. Garry celebrated as any boy would, with a
tin of Coke and a Mars bar. The momentous event which had just happened wasnt
mentioned - it just wasnt the done thing not to talk about it, but he was
bubbling over with excitement and full of himself: in different circumstance he
would have been bouncing off the walls!

We did it once more that night, or rather in the early hours of the morning.
There was no chance of Garry getting any sleep that night; as far as he was
concerned in was Christmas, birthday and any other celebration he could think
off all rolled into one.

"Can we do it again, but the other way?" he asked after a couple of hours.

"You sure?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I wanna do it again." I was as excited as he was, now that wed crossed
the final bridge and was more than willing to give him what he wanted. Smearing
a little Vaseline on my fingers, I eased one in his butt, encouraging him to
relax as much as possible. He was already thrashing around on the floor as I
gently introduced a second finger and worked it around.

"Ready?" I asked, looking at his beautiful face.

"Yes, yes. Go on, put it in now."

I rolled up the blanket, put it under his butt and got him to rest his legs on
my shoulders. I crawled forwards, aiming my cock at the waiting orifice. To my
surprise, there was absolutely no resistance as I pushed forward, I slipped in
with no effort whatsoever - the boy was a natural! With just the merest hint of
a grimace, he watched as I sank as deep in as I could before pausing.

"OK?" I questioned.

"Mmmmmmmm! Thats good!"

We leaned towards each other and kissed tenderly once before he whispered
insistently, "Go on."

Not having the desperate need to rush things, I started to move in and out of
him, slowly and carefully, making sure I gave him as much pleasure as I could.
His ankles locked behind my head as if making sure that I couldnt escape, even
if I wanted to. As I pushed down, he followed through, lifting his butt up to
meet me and squeezing his cheeks together at the same time.

"Deeper ... Deeper ... Deeper. Go on!" Garry stuttered as I fucked him. He
started to jerk himself off, rhythmically matching me stroke for stroke. "This
is bloody fantastic!"

Smiling at him, I just had to go faster as I felt my nuts begin to boil and
what little was left of my sperm started its fantastic journey.

Deep. Hard. Deep and Hard, I thrust forwards. He was aware of how close I was
getting and sympathetically worked his dick quicker.

"Im cumming - now! I shouted, this time beating Garry to it. "Oh, Jesus!" And
I shot my second load of the night, coating Garrys insides with my hot cum.

"Im ..." was all Garry could manage before he dropped his load on his belly
and chest.

This time there was no panic attack from him, simply an exhausted sigh and a
"Fucking Hell!" mouthed almost silently.

"You like that, dont you?" I asked him a bit later.

"Yes. Its terrific, better than anything else."

I embraced him as I told him we could do it whenever he wanted, and we drifted
off to sleep at last still holding each others soft cock for comfort.


Chapter Eight.

We decided to stay camping in the field wed found by accident, at least for a
few days. One reason being that after wed explored the area the following day,
there was quite a lot for Garry and me to do. Apart from the walking, which we
both enjoyed, there was a riding stable close at hand, some good fishing (which
Garry was into, but I couldnt stand!) and, much to our surprise, the sea was
only about ten miles away. It was also good for us that wed manage to sort
ourselves out with respect to our relationship. I knew that wed got closer and
closer over the weeks, and had a good friendship. Now that he and I had spent
some time alone together, we found that not only had we become better friends,
but also were perfectly comfortable in each others company. We didnt feel the
need to be in each others pocket all the time: we both spent a fair amount of
time doing our own thing: Garry fishing or clambering over the rocks, me horse
riding or simply lazing about. Our sex life also settled down to a contented,
mutually enjoyable important part of our day-to-day lives. At first, we were
both fairly demanding of each other in many ways I suppose, wallowing in our
ability to do more-or-less what we wanted when we wanted. It gradually changed
over the two weeks from a rather selfish self-gratifying relationship into one
of compassion and a want to please one another. We indulged ourselves less
frequently as well; often being satisfied with holding each other or even just
being close. The night- times were the best and the hours we spent cuddled up
together, kissing and hugging and merely being there for each other were truly
spiritual.

Somewhere in the middle of our hedonistic holiday, we even managed to take
dozens of pictures to show the family, not I hasten to add, any which might
even hint at the special and very private aspect of our vacation! Well - there
were a couple I wasnt sure about. Wed spent most of one day swimming in the
river, naked for a great deal of the time it goes without saying, and Garry
decided to take some pictures for home. Reluctantly hed put his swimming
trunks on for the benefit of the photograph, although he did express a desire
for me to take a couple of nude ones just for us. I would have done too, if I
thought I could have them developed and printed without being arrested! Anyway,
when I collected the photographs from the local shop, I showed Garry the two of
him swimming. At first he didnt see what I was getting, which was a good thing
as far as the family were concerned, but when I pointed out that you could most
definitely see his beautiful boner clearly outlined through the trunks, he
thought it hilarious. And gifted the pictures to me as a souvenir.

One thing we discussed at length one evening was the possibility of our living
together. To begin with he was naturally excited, ecstatic even, throwing his
arms round me and giving me a deep kiss. I gave him an hour to get used to the
idea and calm down before I outlined some of the problems we faced. Firstly,
there was his parents of course. I was almost certain that they would agree
with a bit of persuasion. I knew they found him difficult to cope with, and had
already hinted to me that as he got older, they would find it more and more
stressful. Garry wasnt aware of this of course, and I didnt tell him. He
knew, though, that things could be better for him than they were at present on
the home front. The other major issues were finding a suitable house or flat
for us; finding a school for him and the losing and making of friends. Another
problem was money: I hadnt even got a job yet! Hopefully that one would be
solved soon though as I had a couple of promising interviews lined up. Even
with these downside difficulties, Garry was exuberant at the prospect and was
behaving as if it had happened already - a fait accompli. Our love-making that
night was one of the more memorable times we were to have. Garrys ebullience
was infectious and we were both dreaming happily of what the future held for us
as we nestled up closely under the blanket.

"One day, well be doing this in our lovely, warm comfortable bed," he sighed,
"Miles away from Oxford."

I noted the our with interest. It appears that hed already made his mind up
that we were to sleep together as well as live - an assumption I had a few
reservations about, but so far was content with.

His cock was steel-hard as he obviously ruminated on life in out nest-to-be.

"Do it to me, Pleeeeeease!" he begged, kissing me lightly on the cheek. "I
really want it."

Him asking me to fuck him was a bit unusual: normally, if it happened at all,
it was a natural follow-on to whatever else we had been doing and was taken at
that level. Only once or twice had we actually started out with that in mind.

Not wishing to disappoint him, I asked how he wanted to do it.

"I like it best when I sit on you and hold your hands. I can look at you
properly then."

I grinned broadly at him. "Your wish is my command, Oh Master!"

I lay on my back, watching as he carefully positioned himself over my eager
dick. Taking hold of my wrists, he slowly lowered his butt until he felt my
cock touch it. I was just about to remind him about the Vaseline when, letting
go of me for a moment, he pushed my cock between his cheeks and without
pausing, pressed it firmly against his rosebud. In one smooth move he squatted
down and slid all the way down my shaft. There was no grimace of pain, no
hesitation, no reluctance. Taking my wrist again, he grinned at me impishly and
said, "That was easy. Im getting better at it!"

I agreed absolutely and was glad for him. He must genuinely enjoy being made
love to this way, just as much as I did: the amount of pre-cum already leaking
from his adorable dick confirming it. I unwrapped my hand from his, swiped up
as much of it as I could and licked my finger clean. Gathering up what was
left, I proffered my finger to him and leaning forward he let me put it in his
mouth.

Stretching up as much as I could, I kissed him solidly on the lips, my tongue
urgently searching for his. The taste of his pre-cum mingling in our mouths was
supremely erotic and I felt my cock, buried deep inside him, swell with
excitement and anticipation - no less than his which was still dripping wet.

Closing his eyes and smiling rapturously to himself, my little angel began to
ride up and down my achingly hard tool. I felt that Garry was trying his best
to make our intimacy last for as long as possible; he was gloriously and
completely absorbed in what he was doing, relishing every second of it. He
couldnt do it for ever though, much as he would like to. There comes a point
where hormones take over, and my young lover had more than enough of those!
Gradually he sped up and was soon bouncing up and down frantically, almost
howling with sheer animal passion. I was in no position to comment however as
by now I was thrashing about all over the place, head spinning and mouth agape,
struggling for breath. Up and down he went, up and down, Ive no idea how long
we lasted but it couldnt have been long. With a final, desperate groan I
rocketed my cum into him, the last painful dregs being sucked out by his
clenching cheeks. Garrys prick, bright red and shiny wet, pulsed violently and
ejected a solid stream of boyjuice vertically. Even after his balls had emptied
themselves, his prick continued to pound as if desperately searching for more
of the intoxicating fluid.

We were both sweating heavily as we laid down on the floor, gazing into each
others eyes and smiling contentedly.

"That was the best ever!" Garry exhaled, "Bloody brilliant!"

We were still excited about the prospect of living together that even after our
exhausting love-making we couldnt sleep.

"Can we do this every day when we get a flat?" he asked, thoughtfully after a
while.

"If you want," I answered, "I think I could get used to it! But remember what I
said about using it all up if you do it too much."

He laughed at this and replied, "I dont care as long I can give it all to
you."

"Its not you Im worried about. Its me! Im an old man and I cant have much
of it left. What you gonna do then? Leave me and find someone else?"

"Never!" he said, seriously, "Never! Its gonna be you and me for ever and ever
and ever!"

I hugged him tightly and kissed him before saying, "Thats the nicest thing
anyone has ever said to me and I love you." I wasnt joking either.

"I love you too. I really mean it," he whispered. "Really, really mean it."

We were both getting a bit tearful and maudlin by now and the atmosphere needed
lightening.

"Well, when I say I love you, I only mean a bit of you - not all of you," I
grinned. "And Im not telling you which bit!"

"I bet I can guess, though," he giggled, cupping his cock and balls in his
hands. "Wrong!" He looked puzzled as I continued, "Its your brain. So far its
guaranteed unused and empty except for dirty thoughts!"

"Bollocks! And if it is, who put em there? I was a pure and innocent little
boy until I met you, and you made me do naughty things."

"Complaining?" I questioned.

" Naaah. I just wish wed met sooner, thats all"

The conversation carried on in this vein for a while, but gradually we drifted
into a fitful sleep just as the sun was rising.

Today was going to be the last day of our holiday, and the rather melancholic
atmosphere settled down on us again as the day wore on. Reluctantly we put our
bits and pieces together, cleaning and packing away the things we wouldnt
need. Very few words were spoken as I think we were both depressed about the
unwelcome separation we were to have forced on us shortly.

In an effort to cheer ourselves up we drove into town that evening and went to
the cinema. Thankfully there was a comedy showing and we both thoroughly
enjoyed it, forgetting our problems for a while. To cheer us up even more, I
bought giant pizza and a couple of tins of weak lager on the way home, planning
to have us a midnight feast.

It was such a warm night that we sat on the grass outside the tent to have our
last hot meal together. When Garry prised open the pizza box, he broke into
fits of laughter and showed me the contents. Artfully, the cook had sliced some
sausages lengthways and laid them radially on top of the cheese. Instantly I
knew what had amused him so much, and I laughed with him at the memory, hugging
him round the shoulders.

"You dont need me tonight now, do you?" I giggled. "Grab em while theyre
hot. They go all soft and soggy when theyre soft!"

He picked a slice up and delicately sucked on it, smiling at me with his eyes.
"Naaah. Its no good, theres no stuff gonna cum out. Waste of time."

My adorable little angel had done it again! With only the silliest of comments
hed managed to give me another bloody boner! I tried my best to ignore it, at
least for the time being, but it was spotted. Just a simple nod in that
direction and an evil grin from lover-boy was enough. It was followed in
double-quick time by a tell-tale little tent appearing in Garrys trousers.

Knowing what would inevitably follow sooner or later from the banter, we took
our time with the food and drink, taking some sort of perverse pleasure in
stretching it out as for as long as possible. Once in a while we would glance
at each other, grinning slightly, fully conscious of what was happening, both
our dicks remaining solidly prominent. The al fresco meal was eventually
finished and we sat cross-legged looking at the stars, draining the last of the
lager. It was only a matter of time before one of us snapped and gave up the
pretence.

Unsurprisingly, it was Garry who lost it first.

Without warning, he leapt up and rather painfully launched himself into my lap.
Throwing his arms round my neck, he kissed me quickly and said, "Sod you!"

Laughing, we rolled over and over on the grass, relieved that the game was
over.

"I hate you!" he grinned, "And Im gonna get you for it!"

Somehow he managed to slide his hands under my T-shirt and tried to pull it
off. Not having the heart or desire to stop him, I allowed my shirt to be
removed and thrown aside. Instantly he moved down to my waist, and in a mock
frenzy unbuckled my trousers and dropped the zip. My trousers and pants soon
joined the T-shirt and I was naked. Sitting up and folding my arms round my
knees, I watched impatiently as Garry stripped, which in his mood, I swear took
less than ten seconds! Sadly, I only managed to get a very quick and
all-too-brief glimpse of Garrys nicely erect pride and joy before he dragged
me to my feet, cuddled me and relaxed into my waiting arms. Instantly the mock
hysteria evaporated as an exquisite serenity overtook us.

"Lets stay outside on the grass for a bit," he said sensually. There was an
erotic lustiness to his voice which I hadnt heard before. We swayed, locked
together under the twinkling stars, with his head nestled on my chest and hands
stroking the back of my neck. Our pricks were resting side by side between us,
as if joining in our moment of togetherness. Yet again we found that it wasnt
the sex that drew us close; the sheer inexplicable, simple pleasure we drew
from just touching and holding one another was enough. Just for those few
supernatural seconds, we couldnt have cared less if we never had sex together
again, just so long as we could always, until the end of time, be this close
and hold each other.

But thank God, real life isnt like that, and sex was very much on the agenda
tonight!

Lazily, we sank to the soft ground, and amid the sweet aroma of grass and
country air, let ourselves be drawn into the welcoming embrace of Eros. (Sorry
about the flowery English but it fits! Incidentally, every noticed how Eros
is sore spelt backwards? Im sure it wasnt a mistake - the Greeks knew what
they were about!!)

There is something very special making love in the open air - I dont know what
it is, but certainly every sensation seems to be heightened and you are aware
of every fibre in your body. Garry and I made sure that each and every one of
those fibres was given its fair share of attention. Hands roamed freely and
sublimely, every touch feeling like fire, yet cool and soothing at the same
time. Tongues were entwined and hair was stroked; genitals were lovingly
caressed, and faces nuzzled.

Almost inaudibly, and from a million miles away, I heard a voice ask if he
could do it to me. It was ignored at first, the obscene interruption to my
enjoyment resented.

"Well, can I?" it said again more insistently.

With infinite reluctance I forced myself to pay attention.

"What?" I managed to say. "You know, can I f... . Put it in you?"

In all our frolicking and experimentation, it dawned on me that Garry had never
actually screwed me. Wed been very close to it several times, but never quite
did it. Id put it down to Garrys not liking to be a top, and pushed it to
the back of my mind - it wasnt that much of a big deal. But now? I discovered
that not only did I not object, but I physically wanted him.

"Of course you can, if thats what you want."

"Yeah. Ive not done it before, and youve done it to me lots. I wanna do it
with you."

Garry had got so used to me doing it to him that there was no longer any need
to use a lubricant: between us we made enough of natures own to manage. Id
not had it done to me for years, and was sure that Id need some sort of help.

Damn! Stupidly, Id packed the Vaseline away and was now at the bottom of the
already packed Landrover. Shit! Garry was almost in tears when I told him, and
I saw his dick start to wilt. But then he grinned wickedly, his cock hardened
again and he dashed into the tent. I watched curiously as he up-ended his
rucksack, emptied to contents on the floor and scrabbled around. Waving
something or other in the air, he ran back and said, "Got it!" It was a bottle
of shampoo!! Green herbal shampoo!

Sniggering like a two-year old, I told him to go for it!

Smoothing the soapy liquid all over his dick, I watched intrigued as the
shampoo, mixing with his pre- cum turned into a frothy monster. Garry was too
anxious to take much interest, he was hopping about from foot to foot, unable
to contain his excitement. Once my part of the ritual was completed, I asked
him what he wanted me to do.

"Lay down on your front. I wanna try it that way."

So, I was to be deprived of the luxury of seeing his face during the supreme
act of our love. I was at bit pissed off at this, but then justified it by
thinking there would be other times in the future when it would be different.
In the meantime, it was Garry who had to be satisfied. Doing as I was told, I
stretched out, legs apart and waited.

I held my cheeks apart as he carefully touched his dick to my hole. Reflexively
it clamped tight shut, but with an immense effort I willed it to relax. Garry,
feeling the movement, put a little pressure on and his cockhead slipped in.
Thankfully he stopped. The instant of searing pain came and went, and I said
that he could carry on.

Id long since forgotten how it felt to have someone inside you. Certainly my
memory told me that it should have been a great deal more painful than it was.
In fact I felt wonderful, and even better when he sank the frothy monster fully
in.

I couldnt see his face of course, but the ooohs and aaahs told me he was
well satisfied. "You OK?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Fantastic!" he stammered out. "Christ! It feels good."

With infinite care he started to fuck me, making long slow strokes outwards,
pausing for just the right length of time and then sinking back, just as
slowly. I could feel every inch of his fabulous dick, rock hard and red hot. I
even felt it grow a fraction, to become even harder and bigger as he settled
down to a steady rhythmic pace. We were in heaven as our deep-seated adoration
for each other was demonstrated in the only physical way we knew. No matter how
much two people love each other, and show it in a myriad little ways, there is
nothing to compare with the actual physical act of love-making once in a while.
Or even twice!

I was conscious of Garry exploring and experimenting, trying to derive as much
rapture as he possibly could, and in so doing managed to hit my prostate time
and time again, on each and every occasion forcing me to moan loudly. He yelped
with sheer joy when he discovered that he could excite himself to an incredible
height if he withdrew just enough to stimulate the underneath of his cockhead
against my tight ring before sliding back.

Neither of us could take much of this, it was way too much. With screams loud
enough to waken the dead we climaxed simultaneously, huge quantities of boiling
sperm erupting from our pricks in a never-ending stream. The pain from my cock
was awesome, causing me to grimace, but once I started to lose my erection, the
ache diminished. Garry had collapsed on my back, a shivering, trembling wreck
of a boy, sobbing with the shocking, intense release of his nervous energy. I
could feel his warm tears wetting my shoulders as he struggled to pull himself
together.

"Im sorry. Im sorry," he kept repeating over and over again.

Turning over, I held him close to me and offered what little comfort I could.
Despite all his attempts to appear as grown-up as possible, Id almost
forgotten he was still very much a little boy underneath and the experience of
such intense emotion as hed just had was way too much for him. A million
thoughts raced through my brain as I petted and stroked him. Had we gone too
far? Would he ever forgive me? And most worryingly of all, will he ever trust
me again? In oh so many ways, hed matured enormously over the past few weeks,
behaving and acting as a perfect little man. What we had been doing must have
been like a game in some ways, but tonight reality had probably hit home with a
vengeance - pay back time.

I picked his head up and looked at him, red-eyed and damp.

"That was fucking ace!" he said. "Bloody Hell!" And this from a young man who
very rarely swore!

Overjoyed with relief, I squeezed him more tightly than I should have, driving
what little breath he had left out of him. "You fucking frightened me to death,
you little rat-bag!"

"Sorry," he grinned, "but I couldnt help it. Did I hurt you? You yelled like I
did."

"No, not at all. It was you made me do it, it was so perfect." The explanations
made and understood, we cuddled up and rested, eventually falling into a deep
contented sleep.

We were woken up by the sun rising over the distant hills and warming us.
Garry, who apparently had been awake some time without moving greeted me with a
kiss.

"Morning grandad," he quipped." Bout time you woke up."

"Piss off!" I replied, "and talking of which, I think we both should." I was
looking at two morning boners which obviously needed taking care of. Shambling
down to the riverbank, we emptied our bladders and sighed contentedly. Both
cocks deflated to their normal size - more or less, and I walked back to the
tent before anything else happened, which, knowing Garry, was highly likely.

We had a lazy breakfast, dressed for once. The tent was emptied and folded
away, the rubbish cleaned up and dumped in the back of the car, and lastly the
tent was thrown in to join it. For the last time this holiday we lay on the
grass looking at the water flowing by.

"Had a good time?" I enquired.

"Yeah. Its been terrific. Thanks very much." he said without looking at me.
"Can we do it again sometime?"

"Of course. Its been fantastic. Ive really enjoyed it." I said.

A comfortable silence fell as we each remembered our favourite bits.

We were still in a reasonably good mood as Garry drove the car up the hill out
of the field and down the lane. I took over when we came to the main road and
headed towards home. It would be early evening before we reached Oxford and the
end of a perfect holiday. Garry adopted his normal position when I was driving:
head in my lap, one hand down his shorts and a thumb in his mouth. I glanced
down at him, lovingly. Such a handsome boy, such an angel. Such a randy little
 ........ Well, you know. I gently pulled his thumb from his mouth and replaced
it with my finger. A little thing, but it comforted us both immensely.

We stopped twice on the way. Once to eat and use the bathroom, and once more,
at Garrys instigation, on the airfield where it all started.

"Did you really mean it when you said I could come and live with you?" he asked
nervously.

"Absolutely," I confirmed. "But remember there are lots of things to sort out
first."

He leaned over and kissed me, placing his hand on my cock as he did so.

"Thanks," he said seriously. "Id really like that."

"Good. But ... ," I grinned, "Dont for Gods sake mention it to anyone just
yet. And dont even think of having a bust-up with your dad and walking out. I
know you and how you think, and that wouldnt work."

"What do you think I am? Stupid?" he smiled, "But youd better not take too
long or Ill run away with another man!"

"Youd be lucky to find anyone whod take you. You scream too much, and at the
wrong times!" He laughed at this and punched me on the arm, hard. I was about
to add and you wet the bed as a joke, but suddenly realised he hadnt done it
once all the time wed been away. The rubber sheet hadnt even been unwrapped.
I reminded him of this, and for a split second he looked acutely embarrassed,
but quickly recovering simply said, "I know. And thank you."

"Tell you what," I continued, "Ill make a deal with you. Well leave the
stupid thing tied up, and if its still tied up when I see you next, Ill buy
you a present." "Deal!" he grinned as he shook my hand. Somehow, I knew hed
never need it again.

We sat in the car, nestled together and chatting for ages, kissing occasionally
and fondling each other through loosened trousers and shorts when we felt like
it. There was no real sexual overtones: in fact we didnt even want to jerk
each other off. The simple delight in each others company was sufficient. It
was nice thinking that we could if we wanted to, and even nicer knowing that
there was no need to prove anything by doing it.

All too soon it reached the time when we simply had to leave. With very mixed
feelings I drove the rest of the way to his house, and parked outside.

I spent as little time as possible with his mother and father, and as soon as I
could made my excuses and made to leave. Just as I was about to go, Garry asked
me to come up to his room with him as he said he had a thank you present to
give me. Wondering what it was, I followed him up the stairs. Once in the room,
he kicked the door closed and leapt on me, wrapping his legs round my waist and
kissing me, deeply and passionately. It was as much as I could manage not to
undress him there and then and have some fun, but luckily stopped myself!

"I love you," he whispered. "Promise youll do what you can?"

"Promise. Ill tell you as soon as I know anything. And I love you too, more
than anything else."

We broke apart before we both started to cry, and as a parting shot he thrust a
hastily wrapped parcel in my hand, and said, "For you. Its very special, so
open it later. Sorry about the paper though." I glanced at the Holly and Father
Christmas paper scrunched round the gift.

"You never change, do you?" I taunted with a grin.

Within a few minutes I was on my way, feeling very lonely and depressed. I
unwrapped the parcel, curious to see what hed given me that was so important.

It was a dirty T-shirt and a pair of unwashed underpants of all things. They
were the ones he was wearing the day we left his house I remembered. I turned
them over laughing to myself at his glorious sense of humour when I noticed
some felt-tip writing on the pants. There were two badly drawn hearts,
enveloping what were obviously cum stains, marked Yours and Mine. A third,
bigger heart on the back, just said, "I love you!"

I cried openly as I folded them carefully and wrapped them in the T-shirt.

Most certainly I would start job and house-hunting straight away. It was his
thirteenth birthday in three weeks time, and I knew exactly what sort of
present to give him

The End.

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