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Garry and John 		(m/t, mast, oral, anal, cons) (Part 1 of 3)
by 
Alexander

Chapter One

My father and his brother hadn't spoken for many years, for what reason I don't
know. The only thing I knew was that on the few occasions I'd met him, I didn't
like him much. I must have been about eight or nine that last time we met: my
mother took me to stay with them for a few days as his wife had just given
birth and wasn't very well. The reason for her poor health I was to find out
later was that she'd had the baby relatively late in life - in her mid-forties.
Unbeknown to me that baby, later to be named Garry, was to play a very
important part in my life much later on.

For the time being I just wanted to get away from my Uncle and his other two
sons, Bobby (short for Robert) and Michael. They were in many ways like their
father, and even at the ages of 15 and 16, were already brash, boisterous and
bullying. And I at the tender age of eight or nine was the perfect target for
them. My Uncle ruled the family with a rod of iron, or a leather belt, or his
fist. Family arguments were an everyday occurrence and almost always ended with
him hitting one or other of the boys whether they were part of the argument or
not. Life for those few days was hell.

It wasn't until twelve years later that I saw my Uncle again when I was at
university, about thirty miles away from them. I don't know what on earth
possessed me, but for some reason I'd telephoned them one day and asked if I
could come and see them. I'd like to think that it was from some sort of
altruistic idea of bringing my Uncle and father together again, but more likely
it was because I wanted to somehow show I was now an independent being.

Anyway, for whatever reason I found myself driving towards Oxford (England,
that is!) one Spring Saturday morning, idly thinking of what the next few hours
would bring. Once I found the house (they'd moved two or three times since I
was last visited, and now lived in a small picturesque village just outside
Oxford), I knocked at the door and waited. It was soon opened by my Uncle and
immediately I half-regretted my visit. The first thing that struck me was the
smell of pipe tobacco which enveloped him like an invisible cloud. Instantly
unpleasant memories of my previous stay with them surfaced, I'd forgotten that
smell and all its associations. Struggling to pull myself together, we shook
hands and I was invited in.

My initial nervousness soon disappeared as I found that not only did it seem
that he'd changed, but the house was very different to the one I remembered
with some distaste. The two older boys had married and left home, which I was a
bit surprised at, as far as I know we'd never been invited or even told about
their weddings. I'd almost forgotten about the third boy, Garry, until I was
reminded of him by my aunt, who told me that he was ill in bed at the moment
getting over a cold, and perhaps I would like to go upstairs and see him later.
I would be sharing the room with him anyway if I decided to stay the night. We
talked for a little while longer about family affairs, catching up on a good
many years history. One good thing which came out of our conversation was that
they'd promised to ring my parents soon and even try to go and visit them.
Something else however disturbed me a little. Whenever we spoke about Bobby and
Michael, they were full of praise for them: how well they'd done, how rich they
were going to become and so on. Garry hardly ever got a mention, and when he
did I got the distinct impression that there was a problem of some sort. I
wasn't on firm enough ground with them to probe too deeply, but I stored it at
the back of my mind for future reference as I hoped that Garry wasn't being
given the same sort of brutal treatment my Uncle had given his two older boys.

Despite all the foregoing, I had quite a pleasant day with them, and when asked
if I would like to stay the night readily agreed, and within a few minutes was
introduced to Garry, my cousin and my room-mate for the night. Things were a
little awkward at first as you might expect, but once his parents had gone I
sat on the edge of his bed and started to chat with him. He was a much slighter
built lad than his brothers, and my first impression was also that he was a shy
and timid boy. We did however manage to get to know each other well enough to
make us comfortable. One thing that I haven't mentioned so far is that I am
gay, but I don't suppose this will surprise you for a moment, bearing in mind
where you are. My experiences had been very limited however as I was also very
frightened of being found out. I'd had quite a few experiences at school,
especially in my mid-teen years, some of which were more memorable than others.
I'd also had one or two flings afterwards, but for two or three years now I'd
been completely celibate: doing nothing except look after myself. It was
somewhat to my embarrassment and surprise therefore that I found I was getting
an erection just sat on the bed talking with Garry. With discretion being the
better part of valour, I decided to cut the conversation short and go to bed
before I got myself into trouble.

Laying in bed in the dark, I turned things over in my mind, trying to put into
some sort of order the many things I'd learned over the past few hours. On the
one hand I was pleased that I was beginning to build some sort of bridge
between my Uncle and my father and that I'd coped rather well with what could
have been a very difficult situation. On the other hand, my unexpected reaction
to Garry disturbed me.

The following day being Sunday, I decided to relax during the morning and stay
until lunch-time when I had to leave so I could get back to my hall of
residence in time to do some work before lectures on Monday. One thing I did do
during the morning however, was to have a serious effect on the rest of my
life. To save time later in the day, I'd decided to do a bit of food shopping
in the village and Garry asked if he could come with me. Gladly I agreed, and
added that if no one minded we could go for a ride round the countryside as
well. Within a few minutes we were drifting around the rather uninteresting
countryside of this part of Oxfordshire, chatting away quite happily. He'd lost
some of his shyness, and whilst not being too voluble still managed to maintain
an interesting conversation. Like his brothers, he had an interest in cars and
was interested in mine, which happened to be a rather old ex-military Landrover
I'd picked up cheap at an auction. Not a good-looker certainly, but fun to
drive. Idly, I asked if he could drive. I knew that his brothers had been
taught at a very young age by their father and was surprised when he said he
couldn't.

For whatever reason, and I swear that there was no ulterior motive, I asked
Garry if he'd like to try and have a go at driving my Landrover. He grinned
broadly at me and said that he'd love to.

"Any idea where we can go?" I asked, uncomfortably aware that I was getting an
erection, again. What was this boy doing to me?

We ended up on one of the several Second World War abandoned airfields that
scatter Oxfordshire. It was an ideal place for learning to drive as it had a
concrete runway, which whilst not all that wide was plenty long enough!

The Landrover, surprisingly, is an easy vehicle to drive. Not very fast, and
certainly heavy on the steering, but still fun to drive. It didn't take Garry
long to pick up the rudiments, in fact he appeared to have a sort of gift for
driving. We quickly progressed from driving up and down the runway in more or
less straight lines, to three-point turns and so on. It was during one of these
turns, when I was helping him with the steering wheel when I noticed his groin.
He had a definite erection! My thoughts flashed back to when I was taught to
drive at about the same age and how I would get hard almost every time I got
behind the wheel. (There was a reason for that, but I'll tell that story later
- maybe!!)

Immediately I saw the boner, my own hitherto dormant member sprang to life. A
little embarrassed, I slid back to my own side of the car and, hopefully
un-noticed, adjusted my cock into a less uncomfortable position.

Whilst Garry was having fun driving around, I stared out of the window, trying
to gather my thoughts. Idly, I glanced over at my companion and let my eyes
wander down to his groin again. It was still tented out, but this time it was
being caressed by Garry's hand. At first I thought he was adjusting himself
just as I had done, but apparently not as he was definitely toying with it. He
must have noticed where I was looking as his hand suddenly shot back to the
steering wheel. I looked at his face and saw that he was blushing a very bright
red.

"Don't worry," I said, "That always used to happen to me when I drove. Must be
the vibrations!" I joked.

Garry half-smiled back at me, slightly more relaxed. His hand dropped back to
his groin and just rested there, his finger and thumb massaging what I judged
to be his cock-head. I was trying to guess its size, and without thinking,
regretting it just as soon as I had said it, asked him how big it was. Shit!
Any thoughts I'd had of seducing the boy (and I must admit, it had occurred to
me fleetingly) were dashed. Bollocks! 

I got only a slightly puzzled, quizzical look from him before he replied that
he'd no idea really, but he supposed it was about four inches or so. At least
I'd had a reply and so all hope hadn't been lost I thought gratefully.

"Not bad," I answered, trying to think desperately of what I could say or do
next to move things along and possibly change the subject for a while as least.
Once again I took hold of my own erection and adjusted it.

"How big's yours then?" I heard him say.

"Dunno. About six inches I guess," I told him.

There was a slightly awkward pause whilst we both sorted our thoughts out.

"Can I feel it?" I asked him quietly, surprised at my own audacity. He didn't
answer in words, just simply moved his hand back to the wheel and opened his
legs a little wider. For some reason I became very nervous: I wasn't at all
sure whether or not Garry really wanted me to touch him, or whether he was just
being nice, a sort of reward for letting him drive.

"You sure? You don't mind?" I checked.

"Yeah. I don't mind."

Trembling, I slid my hand over and rested it on his boner. Feeling it gently
with my fingers, I mentally agreed with him that he must have four inches at
least.

"Can I get it out?" I asked with baited breath.

The final question. I knew that if he said no, then the game had ended. If, on
the other hand he said yes, then there was hope. He nodded, still not saying a
word, eyes staring intently ahead. The Landrover is not a well-designed vehicle
as far as the passengers are concerned. For one thing there is an enormous
transmission tunnel running down the centre of the vehicle, surmounted by three
gear levers (driving gears, low/high ratio drive and transmission lock for
those interested!).

Sitting sideways in my seat, I reached up and started to slide his zip down. It
only went about a third of the way before it jammed and try as I might I
couldn't get it any further down. Wordlessly, Garry lifted his butt off the
seat and adjusted his trousers so as to make it easier for me. Damn! I still
couldn't manage it.

"You do it," I pleaded. "Can't when I'm driving. In any case I can't
concentrate when you're doing that. Let's stop over there."

He indicated an old hangar some little way off to one side and within a minute
or so he'd pulled up against the high wall of the derelict building. Without
looking at me, he pulled his zip as far down as it would go and slid down in
his seat to make it easier for me. Eagerly I searched for his prize, and only
causing him to wince once slightly, managed to manoeuvre his cock out through
the slit in his undershorts and out into the fresh air. It was beautiful.
Perfectly proportioned, uncircumcised and just the barest hint of blond pubic
hair visible, I stared at it, astonished at how exquisite it was.

"Beautiful!" murmured, "Just beautiful."

Gently I fondled it, storing every square millimetre of it in my mind for
future reference and hopefully a myriad jerk-off sessions.

"Can you come yet?" I asked, not for a second taking my eyes of the prize.

"Yeah," he said, eyes closed. He was obviously enjoying the attention.

"Wanna come now?"

"Dunno. It's not very comfortable here, and we might be seen." "We can get in
the back if you like."

My Landrover had a van-like back on it, windowless apart from the doors.

"It's not very big, but we could probably manage." 

"OK, if you want," he agreed, turning the engine off. 

The words seemed to put the onus on me: he was trying his best to give the
impression of not being really bothered whether we did anything or not. But his
actions told another story. Making only a nominal effort to fasten his zip, he
was out of the door and making his way to the back before I could turn round.

The space in the back wasn't all that big, and in any case it was filled with
various bits of junk of mine, but with a little effort we made enough space for
us to get more or less comfortable. Excitedly, I fumbled to undo his belt and
slide his trousers and white pants down to his knees. This time I took a closer
look at his manhood. Still erect, it was pointing North, its skin-covered head
reaching almost to his belly-button.

"It really is very nice," I whispered, taking hold of it and starting to work
my hand gently up ands down the short shaft.

"You can get mine out if you like," I said, wishing with all my heart that he
had the confidence, and the interest, to do so.

I felt his tiny hands scrabbling to undo the button at the waist of my trousers
and I humped up a bit to allow him to push them down to my knees.

The sensation I felt as he started to fondle my cock and balls was
indescribable. It had been a long time, far too long a time, since I had felt
anyone else's hand on my cock and I almost came with the shock. I moaned
involuntarily with the pleasure Garry was giving me. I hadn't felt as good as
this since the last time I was masturbated by a friend - and that was a long
time ago when I must have been about fourteen or fifteen.

We lay there for what seemed ages, heads on each other's shoulders, gently
playing with each other, revelling in every movement, every emotion and every
sensation. Without warning, I felt Garry's slight frame tense up, his groin
thrust towards me, and just as he was saying, "John ......" he came massively,
the results of our joint efforts shooting the few inches between us and landing
on my lower stomach. Warm, wet and wonderful; his fresh boyjuice setting off a
reaction in me which caused me to ejaculate in sympathy. Luckily most of it
landed on the floor between us, only a little managing to finish up on his
T-shirt. Sighing deeply, we relaxed with our arms round each other, deeply
contented as we slowly came down from our incredible climax. Garry was the
first to drop into reality. I was still in a daze when I heard him say
cheerfully, "Drive. I wanna drive!"

Rather groggily I looked at him as he struggled to dress himself, the events of
the past few minutes apparently already consigned to the past.

"Yeah. OK then," I answered, reluctantly reaching down for my trousers and
pants. "Go on then." We drove around for another half an hour or so when I
remembered the time. "Hey, come on, we'd better get back, it's getting late."

Pulling a face, Garry asked if he could drive as far as the gate. Agreeing to
this, I watched as my new-found friend headed towards the exit.


Chapter Two

On the short drive home, I experimentally took hold of Garry's hand and gave it
a gentle squeeze. I was delighted when he squeezed me back and held on.

"You done this sort of this before?" I asked conversationally.

"No, never. At least never like we just did." he replied. "I wanked off with a
friend of mine once, but we only did it that once."

I was a bit surprised. He was a good-looking boy, and he seemed to be
comfortable with what we'd done, if not very experienced. If asked, I would
have guessed that he was just a little more experienced than he said he was.

Later that day, I drove happily back to my hall of residence, my mind full of
Garry and the fun we'd had. I also made my mind up that I would visit again
just as soon as I could, whether or not my father and his brother made it up. I
thought that I could get to like Garry a lot, and apart from feeling sorry for
him living alone with ageing parents, I felt that there was some affinity
between us, apart from the obvious sexual one.

As luck would have it, what with one thing and another, it was another four
weeks before I could pay a return visit. I telephoned them one Thursday
evening, asking if I could spend the weekend with them again. There was a
slight pause as Garry's mother obviously consulted her husband. My heart sank
as I just knew that for some reason or other I wasn't going to get invited.
Nervously I waited, certain by now that they knew what Garry and I had done.

"Yes. That'll be all right. Your Uncle Bill and me are going to a friends house
on Saturday night though and there'll only be you and our Garry here, if that's
OK." After a brief conversation, I gratefully replaced the receiver, more than
a little relieved that our secret was still safe. Then it dawned on me. Did I
mind staying home with Garry! Did I !! I rushed to my room and throwing my
clothes off as fast as I could, had a much-needed, quick and very enjoyable
wank, thinking of the upcoming weekend.

After an eternity, Saturday eventually arrived, and just after nine in the
morning I was pulling into their driveway. I'd even got up early and skipped
breakfast so that I could get there as soon as I could. My Uncle and Aunt and
started to chat idly over the breakfast they were having when I got into the
kitchen. Garry, as usual I now knew, sat silently, not uttering a word as he
ate. Still without talking he got up from the table, washed his dishes at the
sink and disappeared to his room. "How is he?" I asked conversationally. "Got
over his cold?" 

"Yes. He's better now," my aunt said desultorily. 

There was that edge again. Not exactly unfriendly, but not the tone of voice
one would expect someone to use when talking about their son. The door opened
and Garry came in, his arms full of bed sheets. Silently he stuffed them into
the washing machine and switched it on. Still in silence and not looking at
anyone, he washed his hands at the sink.

"Wet your bed again?" his father barked at him.

I looked at him in disbelief. The bastard! I wasn't surprised to learn that
Garry wet the bed, even at his age. Given his parents nature, I probably would
too. No, what amazed me was that his father would belittle him in front of a
visitor, even if he was family. Garry turned to face his father, and in a low
voice simply said, "Yes." Experience had obviously taught him to stand still
and not try to leave the room until his father had had his say. I sensed that
another row was about to erupt, and felt that old but familiar knot in my
stomach once again. Anxious to forestall the row, I desperately interrupted the
exchange and asked if there was a good garage nearby as I needed some bits for
the car. Luckily it worked. Uncle Bill had a passion for cars and it was the
one topic almost guaranteed to divert his attention. "What is it you need?" he
asked, even looking interested.

"Spark plugs," I said in desperation. They were in fact OK., but when the devil
drives, etc. "What sort are they?" he queried.

Whilst we were discussing the best type of plug for my car, I noticed Garry
took the opportunity to slip unnoticed out of the room.

Having told me that the ones I had, despite being the manufacturer's
recommended ones, were not the best sort to use, he reached for the telephone
and called Bobby. After a brief conversation with his son, he told me that
Bobby had a boxful of just the ones I needed and that I could have a set if I
wanted to go and collect them. I thanked him profusely and said that I would go
and get them now. I had no real desire whatsoever to go visiting either Bobby
or Michael. I didn't like them very much, and I am sure the feeling was mutual.
Nevertheless, it was worth it to escape from the house for a while and
hopefully take Garry along for company. I had no idea where he lived, and
despite being told two or three times, still couldn't quite grasp how to get
there. I was just about to suggest that Garry came with me when, without
warning, Uncle Bill shouted for Garry to 'get his arse down here. Now!'

A few seconds later Garry walked into the kitchen, chin on his chest and fear
showing in his face, assuming that the row he'd narrowly avoided earlier was
about to re-kindle.

"Show John the way to Bobby's house, will you. He's got something to pick up."
The faintest sign of relief showed as he grabbed his coat from the rack and
headed out towards the car. As I looked at him, I realised that during the hour
or so I'd been here, I'd only heard him speak one word. The feeling of deep
sorrow hit me again.

Garry sat in the passenger seat, head bowed and hands resting in his lap.
Sensing that he needed some cheering up, I lightly slapped him on the knee and
asked if he was OK.

"Yeah. 'Spose so," he said, head still bowed.

He was obviously embarrassed. Not only about the bed-wetting business, but also
by the fact that I was nearly witness to a family row. He didn't know that I'd
already seen more than enough of those. Idly, I left my free hand resting on
his leg, gently drawing circles with my fingers on his thigh.

"It's all right you know. I don't care about the, er, the problem," I said
gently, leaving it to him whether I meant the wetting or argument, or both.
"Just as long as you are OK." Lifting his head up, he managed to give me a weak
smile.

"Listen. How about we go for a drive after we've been to Bobby's?" That was it.
The grin broadened and he sat upright, suddenly alert and wide awake. 

Bobby, his wife and kids lived on the outskirts of Oxford on a notorious
housing estate called Blackbird Leys. Rough, tough and dangerous to those who
don't know it. We reached his house without difficulty and went in through the
back door. Bobby's eyes said it all; all the intervening years were as nothing
as our eyes met. We went through the polite pleasantries as we shook hands and
he handed me the plugs.

Grudgingly he asked if I wanted him to fit them for me. Not really wanting to
get my hands dirty, and also not wanting to turn down what was probably (for
him) a gesture of friendship, I took him up on his offer. Within a few minutes
the job was done, and with a much better atmosphere between us, we shook hands
again and parted company.

"Wanna go for a drive?" I asked Garry unnecessarily.

"Can we?" he almost shouted, bouncing up and down in his seat.

"Yeah. Any ideas where?"

"Back on the airfield?"

"OK. then. Let's go."

I'd noticed the last time we were at the airfield, the country lanes that
approached it were little used and quite wide. It was with only a little
trepidation therefore that I suggested that Garry might like to drive the last
mile or so to the field through the lanes. He was overjoyed. All the traumas of
the morning vaporised instantly as he adjusted the driving seat and started the
engine. He really was already quite a competent driver. On the couple of
occasions we had to negotiate our way past oncoming cars, he did so with
confidence and skill. I relaxed and began to enjoy being driven for a change,
even if it was by an illegal 12 year old! We spent a very enjoyable half hour
practicing reversing, three point turns and so on. Garry (and me) were relaxed
and happy, the world outside our car forgotten for a little while at least. I
kept glancing down at his crotch, waiting and watching for the inevitable to
happen. And I wasn't to be disappointed. It didn't take very long for the tent
to grow in the loose track suit trousers he was wearing.

"I see our friend's feeling better now," I laughed, nodding in the direction of
his boner.

Without a trace of embarrassment, he grinned at me and retorted, "Yeah, and
it's not the only one!"

He was right of course. I'd had a boner almost from the time we'd left Bobby's
house in anticipation of what I hoped would happen again.

A few minutes later, I noticed that Garry was rubbing his upper arms. The
steering is quite heavy on my car, and it takes some getting used to,
especially if you are only a young, slightly-built boy. 

"Wanna stop for a funny half hour?" he grinned at me.

So that was it. He'd accepted our situation and had even gone as far as giving
it a sort of name. Funny half hour. As a sort of allusion to our activities, it
was perfect: and appropriate. "No thanks. Not today. I don't feel like it."

For a fraction of a second he believed me. The look on his face for that
instant was delightful. Disappointment, disbelief and surprise all together.
Then he cracked up. "Christ, I thought you meant it for a minute!"

"Yeah, well. Maybe I could be persuaded to change my mind." This time we went
over to a different part of the airfield where we'd seen some small brick-built
structures. The doors and windows had long since gone, either stolen or rotted
away. Skilfully Garry slid the Landrover between them and parked.

"Let's explore," he said, "The back of your car isn't very good."

He was really getting into this I was pleased to see, and willingly joined him
in the exploration of the buildings. The third or fourth one we went into was
OK. Well-hidden, dry and not too smelly. It also had the advantage that we
could see the track anyone would have to come down if they were approaching us.
Grabbing the blanket and sleeping bag I always kept in the back of the 'rover,
I threw them to Garry who spread them over the floor. Still dressed, we lay
down facing each other, arms under each other's shoulders. Garry's head resting
on my shoulder. From the way he relaxed and closed his eyes, I was sure that it
had been a very long time since anyone had shown him any physical affection and
tenderness. We lay in silence for a minute or two simply enjoying each other's
company. I felt supremely happy at that moment and squeezed Garry tightly. I
felt an emotion I'd never felt before and was almost about to tell Garry how
much I ......... but I thought better of it and instead kissed him on the
forehead. "OK now?" I whispered.

"Mmmmm." he sighed as he wriggled closer to me, eyes still closed and a
contented smile on his lips.

At that moment, it wasn't sex we wanted, it was the company, the closeness and
the tenderness. I felt Garry's hand slide under my shirt and up my hairless
chest. The feelings were wonderful as he played with my nipples and even tried
to tickle me under my arms. This I didn't want him to do as I was supremely
ticklish just there, so I rolled over, pulling him on top of me. Wrapping my
arms round him, I hugged him and gave him a soft, experimental kiss on the
lips.

"Happy?" I mouthed.

"Yeah. But not as good as I'll be in a few minutes," he said softly at the same
time as he began to unbutton my shirt.

"Can we get undressed? Everything?" he queried, his voice trembling with
emotion. " I'd like to .................."

I stopped him with my finger on his lips and sat up so we could undress each
other. Just a few seconds later we were laid facing each other, naked as the
day we were born. I drank in Garry's beautiful slender frame. I'd know a few
boys in the distant past of course, and had even been nude with a few of them,
but no one compared with Garry. He was consummately handsome in an innocent,
boyish way. His now solidly erect prick only adding to his Adonis-like body. I
failed to understand completely what he found so attractive about me, and for
the first time wondered what I would do if I ever lost him.

My somewhat morbid thoughts were interrupted when he took hold of my tool and
began to play with it. I returned the favour, now devoting my full attention to
him. Over the next few minutes, there wasn't a square inch of our bodies that
we didn't explore many times over. The sensation of his delicate fingers
dancing their way over my hyper-sensitive skin was supremely erotic. More than
once I had to ask him to stop before I shot my load over him. This caused no
little amusement on his part, and he even threatened to get dressed and go home
if he wasn't allowed to have his fun. This I prevented by pulling him down on
top of me and pressing my lips against his. At first he struggled against me a
little, but eventually allowed me entry to his mouth and was soon kissing me
just as passionately as I was him.

Reaching down between his legs, he manoeuvred my cock so that it was between
his legs, tight up in his crutch and pressing against his tiny balls. His own
prick he carefully laid straight on his stomach. Then he began to hump me. Not
only was he massaging his own prick, but he was wanking me off between his
thighs at the same time. I lay back, not able to do anything except stare into
his beautiful face and enjoy the new and fantastic experience. Gently I ran my
fingers through his fair hair as he became totally lost in his own distant
world of hedonistic pleasure. It wasn't long before I sensed that his movements
were taking on a sense of frantic urgency. His fucking motion became intense,
almost violent in their intensity: eyes tightly closed, he was groaning and
moaning loud enough to wake the dead as he raced headlong towards his impending
climax.

When he came, he pressed his slim body tightly into mine, and at the same time
he squeezed me so tightly that it hurt. I felt his cum leave his steel-hard
cock in six or seven heavy bursts. My own spunk shooting at the same time,
going I knew not where - or cared! It took quite a few minutes for him to come
down from what must have been the most intense experience of his young life. I
had the feeling that he'd actually lost absolutely all control of himself and
was totally animalistic in his passion. He wasn't just fucking me, he was
fucking the world - for perhaps on one of the few occasions in his life, he was
in charge and doing what HE wanted, freely and without pressure, able for once
to totally give himself over to passion. All the pain, the anger, the stress,
was being exorcised through someone who not only didn't pose any threat, but
even showed some interest in him as a person. Gently I continued to stroke his
hair and back, whispering soothing nonsense in his ear. I could feel the
wetness from his tears on my shoulder and hugged him closer to me. There was
nothing either he or I could say that would make sense at this point - the only
thing we could do was hold and comfort each other.

When he did eventually roll off me, he lay crooked in my arm, head resting on
my chest. His eyes were red from crying, and the bright smile he always wore
when we were together, a long way away. There were even bright flecks of blood
on his lips where he'd bitten them. I think he'd frightened himself badly. I'd
be most surprised if he'd ever experienced such a mind blowing and
body-wracking emotion before. Thinking about it as we lay there, I was certain
that in those few minutes he'd driven a great many devils out of his life. His
mother, his father, his bedwetting, his ......... I'm sure there were more I
wasn't aware of. He was also acutely embarrassed I assumed.

"Better?" I eventually asked.

He simply nodded, unable to trust himself to speak for the time being.

"It's all right, you know. I understand." I didn't of course, but he didn't
need to know that. "That was the best ever," I added truthfully.

Slowly he got up and searched for his clothes, hastily abandoned a life-time
ago. I watched, unmoving as wordlessly he got dressed. Just as silently he sat
on an upturned box, staring vacantly into space as I dressed myself.

Once dressed, I moved to him and grasped him by the shoulders. Lifting him up,
I looked in to his eyes and grinned at him. "You were perfect. We can have a
funny half-hour like that any time you like," I said, with as much tenderness
as I could muster. I sat on the box next to him and put an arm on his shoulder.

"I wish ........." he started to say, but stopped when the tears started again.
"Shush," I whispered. "Don't say anything just yet. There's no need to. I
understand more than you think. Just relax and get your breath back."

He managed to cheer himself up a bit by the time we got back home, at least
enough to behave normally as he entered the house.


Chapter Three

The rest of the day passed reasonably well. I even managed to hold some
half-way decent conversations with my Uncle and Aunt, Garry laying face down on
the floor watching television in silence. At about seven o'clock his parents
disappeared to get ready for their evening out. I couldn't help but give Garry
a gentle kick on his side and grinning wickedly at him when he turned to look
at me. Returning his gaze to the TV, I'm sure he gave his butt a little wiggle
for my benefit. Eight o'clock came and my Uncle and Aunt reappeared, ready to
leave for wherever they were going. Without a glance in Garry's direction, they
informed me that they wouldn't be back until after midnight, and not to wait up
for them. Nodding in assent, I wished them a good night and said that
everything would be OK.

Garry didn't move for a quarter of an hour or so after they'd gone and so I ran
my foot up and down his spine, causing him to shiver with the tickling. Rolling
over and sitting up to face me, he said that he was going to get ready for bed.
It was only half-past eight, nowhere near his appointed bed-time and I surmised
happily that in fact going to bed was the last thing on his mind - or maybe the
first!. When he came back downstairs he was wearing an old and almost-too-short
dressing gown. Without asking he came across and sat on my lap, rested his head
on my shoulder and put him thumb in his mouth. Wriggling around to making
himself more comfortable, he put an arm round my neck and stared, unseeing, at
the TV. He couldn't help but feel my growing boner under his butt. Reaching
down, I moved it so that it lay more comfortably between the cheeks of his
butt.

"That's better!" I whispered in his ear and kissed him on the forehead. 
"Mmmmmmm," was the only response I got.

The atmosphere in the room soon became warm and tranquil, neither of us
interested in watching whatever was on the box: we were perfectly content to
stay as we were, forever if possible. Suddenly I felt the urgent need for a
piss. I ignored it for as long as I could, but eventually I had to destroy the
peace and tranquillity we had created and ask Garry to get up. Reluctantly he
did as he was asked, giving me a questioning look. "Gotta go piss," I said by
way of explanation. A little while later, I returned to the living room having
got undressed as far as my undershorts. Turning the main lights off and leaving
only the glow from the TV to relieve the gloom, I sat back on the sofa and
patted the space next to me. Garry took the hint and parked himself alongside.
He made no attempt to replace the dressing gown which had fallen open,
displaying not only his beautifully smooth chest, but also his glorious legs.
At least his legs were on display as far as his groin. The belt was still tied,
stopping it from falling completely open thus ensuring that just about the only
part of his body I couldn't see was the bit I was most interested in. Slipping
an arm round his shoulder I pulled him closer to me, allowing him to nestle his
head on my arm. At the same time I placed my other arm on his waist and took
hold of the knot holding his belt together.

"Alright?" I whispered.

His mouth still being full of his thumb, he look at me with his brown eyes
half-closed and nodded. Slowly I undid the knot and exposed his body for my
inspection. Despite our earlier experiences, I'd never actually had the
opportunity to look at him closely and so took full advantage of the situation.

His prick, already half erect, soon rose to full mast as I ran my fingers over
his chest and abdomen; something which obviously pleased him as he shivered
with pleasure. Deliberately I avoided touching the area below his navel,
delighting instead in watching his cock twitch every time I touched some spot
which pleasured him. I also had an ulterior motive - the more I could get him
excited and yet not touch the one thing he wanted, the better it would be
eventually. 

Turning over slightly so his body was sideways on to me, he smiled and said,
"Time for a funny half-hour."  Not so much a question as a statement.

I sighed as if I was too tired to bother. "Dunno. I want to watch this
programme," nodding in the direction of the box.

Garry wasn't fooled for an instant. Not so gently he dropped his hand into my
groin and grabbed my boner through my shorts hard enough to make me wince.
"Don't think so," he said.

"Oh, all right then," I grinned back at him. "If you insist."

Within seconds I'd shrugged off my only piece of clothing, and stretching out
full length on the sofa, allowed my young cousin to climb on top of me.
Wrapping our arms round each other, we lay forehead to forehead, happy in the
knowledge that we had almost as much time as we wanted to enjoy ourselves.

We looked gravely into each others eyes, this simple act somehow or other
mutually confirming that our relationship had become more than just one of
friendship, but a much deeper and more meaningful one. With an obvious effort,
Garry broke the almost hypnotic eye contact, and suddenly lowered his head,
gave me a swift peck on the lips before resting on my chest. Our two cocks, now
fully hard again rested side-by-side between us. Neither of us wanted to move
very much in case the spell was broken. The only movement I allowed myself was
to run my fingers up and down his spine, occasionally taking time out to play
with his soft mouse-coloured hair. Slowly Garry began to slide his body up and
down, rubbing our dicks together, just like before. This time I decided that
neither of us wanted a re-enactment of the previous episode and so I rolled
over on to my side, taking him with me. Holding his head with both my hands, I
leaned over and kissed him on the lips. This time I lingered just a little to
see if he would allow my tongue entry to his warm mouth. It took a second or so
before he realised what I wanted, and nervously parted his lips. Slowly I
probed and searched inside his mouth, his tongue quickly learning what to do.

Within just a few seconds I felt Garry tense up, his arms tightening round my
neck and the unmistakable signs of another emotional storm building up. Garry,
I realised with a blinding flash, was either on an emotional roller-coaster, or
an incredibly passionate young man. Either way, I knew it had to be brought
under control, for his own benefit. With no little difficulty I managed to
break our embrace and look into his face, which was already suffused bright
red.

"Slow down a bit," I said quietly. "We've got all night. Almost anyway. Take
your time and loosen up."

"Can't help it, " he grinned widely, "We've only got an hour." 
"No we haven't. I'll use my magic box to slow time down for us." I grabbed hold
of the TV remote and turned the sound off. "There we are. Time stopped." It
worked. We lay facing each other, arms around our shoulders, but this time with
Garry distinctly more in control of himself. We took hold of each other's cocks
and slowly began to masturbate.

"Wanna cum yet?" I asked.

 "Not just yet. I like doing this. Just messing about."

And so we did, for a timeless eternity. Eventually, nature (and passion) took
its course and we found ourselves gradually spending more time jerking each
other off than feeling each other's body. I was just about to resume running my
hand through his hair when, hoarsely, Garry managed to stammer out, "Don't
stop, I'm almost there."

More than willing to do as I was told, I went back to the job in hand. Within
just two or three strokes, Garry exploded with a massive ejaculation, his body
spasming violently with the pleasure of relief. Yet again I was taken
completely by surprise by the sheer, naked passion of his release. (This, I
came to know later was always the case with him. His ejaculations were always
violent and hugely intense.)

I hadn't cum yet, but that didn't occur to me just at that moment. Once I'd got
over the shock of his reaction, I took an immense pride in being able to give
him such a splendid and obviously satisfying orgasm. There were no tears this
time, simply a contented sigh and a wicked grin. His recovery time was just as
quick as his climax, or so it seemed. My cock was still hard, and expecting
some relief when Garry opened his eyes, smiled slightly at me and took my
problem in hand. This time, he lay with his head on my navel, watching intently
as he started to jerk me off. Try as I might, I just couldn't hold out. I
wished and hoped that the ministrations Garry was giving me would last for
ever, but the supreme eroticness of the situation, combined with the heavy
odour of his earlier efforts ensured that I wasn't going to last long. There
wasn't even enough time to warn him before I shot six or seven globs of spunk
high in the air, the last two or three ending up in his hair and on his chest.

"Awesome!" was his only comment.

I was spent - emotionally and physically drained. Laying back, I sighed and
closed my eyes, my erstwhile lover cradled in my arms.

I hadn't quite dropped off to sleep, but was very close to it when I felt Garry
move. Opening my eyes, I saw him idly toying with his once-again erect organ.
There was no way could I get hard again so quickly after coming, but Garry was
a lot younger than me, and almost certainly much more excitable than me, given
the recentness and intensity of his sexual awakening. "Jesus, Garry!" I sighed,
grimacing at him jokingly.

"What?" He laughed, staring down at his own tool. "Can't you get it up then,
old man?" 

"Give me a minute and I'll show you who can't get it up."

Before I could do anything about it, Garry rolled over and straddled me, a leg
either side and his cock a tantalising few inches from my mouth. I'd never
sucked a cock before, and was anticipating what it would be like when Garry
moved to sit back on his heels. The expectation of his cock in my mouth had,
unknown to me, brought my own tool to rigid attention. Garry found this out
too. As he sat back, my cock-head made contact with his butt. For a split
second he sat there, shocked. Then as realisation dawned on him, I saw in his
eyes a flash of something I recognised, a new thought had hit him. Shaking his
head as if to clear the wicked thought away, he inched forward slightly and sat
on my stomach. This put his pride and joy just that little bit closer to my
lips.

I couldn't resist it. Looking into his eyes, I raised my head as far as I could
and stuck my tongue out. I was still just a few frustrating inches short of my
goal. Garry, realising my intention smiled broadly and moved his hips forward
ever so slightly, deliberately judging the distance so I was still not quite
able to reach him. We played this game for two or three minutes when, unable to
contain myself any longer I grabbed his butt and pulled him towards me, at the
same time opening my mouth to receive him.

At first, he was probably as surprised as I was at this new game. We both
paused for a moment before I tentatively began to lick his lovely, soft shaft.
It was wonderful. I'd never done this before and I was delightfully amazed at
how good it was. I didn't suck, just took pleasure in feeling him with my
tongue. Garry, for his part was also enjoying it as he gradually began to fuck
my face. He put his hands on my shoulders, leaned forward and began to work
himself in and out seriously, concentrating on the novelty of the situation.

Amazed by his ability to recover, I allowed him to work at his own speed and
was entranced to watch the various emotions cross his face as he pleasured both
himself and me. Despite his efforts to prolong his enjoyment for as long as
possible, he was soon thrusting in and out with familiar urgency. There was a
deep thrust, his cockhead almost making me choke, and a couple of drops of his
salty, warm cum slipped down my throat. They were accompanied by a loud
animal-like scream from Garry and a powerful tremor wracked his body. When he
cums, I mused, he certainly cums!

Once again totally spent, he fell off me and said, just loud enough for me to
hear, "Christ!" From a boy who never blasphemed, that in itself was amazing.

We both fell asleep in each other's arms, blissfully content.

I awoke with a start some time later and in a state of minor panic looked at
the clock. Thankfully I saw that it was only 11 o'clock, but it was still late
enough. And I realised that I'd been particularly stupid to allow this to
happen. I didn't want to even think about what his parents would say and do if
they'd come home early and found their son and I in what could only be
described as ' in flagrante delicto'. I shivered at the thought, and in so
doing disturbed Garry who woke up, bleary eyed. 

"What time is it?" he yawned, stretching out alongside me. I don't think he'd
realised quite where he was in those first few seconds he came too as he stared
at me aghast when he looked around. Then he grinned that evil grin of his at me
and said, "Wicked way to wake up!" 

"Yeah," I smiled, "But what if they'd come in while we were sleeping?" 

"Oh. Yeah," he said seriously.

"Come on, I think we'd better head on up to bed."

He didn't disagree. He was probably tired after the emotional highs and lows
he'd been through during the evening. Together we tidied up the room, making it
more presentable before we made to go upstairs. The last thing he did, thinking
more clearly than me, was to spray a deodorant aerosol in the room to hopefully
dissipate any unusual odours his parents may detect! We were still naked as we
closed the bedroom door behind us, Garry carrying his long discarded dressing
gown and me holding my shorts. We dropped them on the floor by our respective
beds. Before I could climb into my bed, I felt Garry wrap his arms round my
waist from behind. Turning to face him, I looked down into his smiling face.
"Thanks," he mouthed, "Thanks for .... everything!" and with that stood on his
toes and kissed me lightly on the lips. Before I could respond, he grabbed a
comic from his bedside table, bounced into bed and lay on his back reading.

I don't suppose either of us was particularly tired, after all we'd dozed for
at least an hour downstairs. In any case, I was pondering over the events of
recent days and wondering where we were going from here. If I was to continue
with the relationship Garry and I were building up, and I was certain that I
did, then I had a lot to think about. It wouldn't do for me to visit every
week-end, it would soon become obvious to his parents that it was Garry I was
visiting, and not them. They may not be very good parents, but they certainly
weren't stupid. And in any case, I couldn't afford either the time or the
money. There must be another solution. And then there was Garry himself. What
did he feel? How much did he understand? How far along this road did he want to
go? These and a hundred other imponderables wandered through my mind as I
stared at the ceiling.

It was just after midnight when I heard the car pull up outside. I could tell
from their voices that they were both in happy moods as they climbed the stairs
to their room, probably alcohol-induced I guessed. I also noticed that they
didn't bother checking in on their son before retiring. Turning over to look at
him, I was surprised to see that not only was he not asleep as I assumed he
would be, but he was laid on his side staring at me.

Not in the slightest way embarrassed, he winked at me and smiled. I smiled
back, mouthing that he should get to sleep.

"Can't." he mouthed back. He then pointed a finger at his chest and then at my
bed. The meaning was dangerously obvious. I shook my head no, as forcefully as
I could. In reply he nodded yes, threw his bedclothes off and hurriedly
clambered into mine before I had chance to stop him. Something like 'sheeps and
lambs' crossed my mind as we wrapped our arms round each other to make room in
the rather narrow single bed we were now sharing. We both knew that it would be
far too risky to do very much in the way of sex games - we were far too likely
to make enough noise to inform his parents that all was not as it should be. We
contented ourselves with a gentle smooching session until we were satisfied and
comfortable. It was then we started chatting, in low whispers. I explained how
I'd first met his family, what awful things I'd seen and heard, how I felt now
and so on and so on. Garry, for his part explained his side of things to me. I
learned that, although not as violent as he'd been with his other two sons,
Garry's father was still bad-tempered and aggressive. His mother was asthmatic
and quickly became breathless under any sort of stress. They were also
over-protective, not allowing him to bring friends home, or have sleep-overs
etc. But neither did they offer anything else to balance the missing part of
his life. The net result was a young, adolescent boy living a life of almost
total social isolation. No wonder he was a shy, timid, emotional wreck.

Slowly an impossible, totally unrealistic idea began to form at the back of my
mind. But it was practical and workable given the right circumstances. We fell
asleep nestled together.


Chapter Four

Over the next months I managed to spend quite a lot of time in Oxford without
raising suspicion, but we had to be very careful. Garry and I made arrangements
once for me to drive to Oxford and him meet me in town: we could then spend the
day together without anyone knowing. I picked him up at the bus station and we
quickly hurried headed out for the London Road, well away from where any of his
friends and family lived. At first we were happy just to be together, talking
about all sorts of odds and ends. It wasn't too long before the atmosphere
between us changed slightly though. We both knew the real reason that we'd
planned this get-together, but neither wanted to bring it up first. I'd driven
about twenty miles aimlessly round the lanes and was getting a little fed up
with it, not that I'd tell Garry that of course - I was happy doing just what
he wanted.

About lunch time we stopped at a way-side cafe for something to eat and drink.
Rather than risk being seen by anyone, I grabbed a couple of hot dogs and some
tins of Coke and went to sit in the car out of the way.

"It's too busy here," Garry said. "Let's try and find somewhere quieter shall
we?" 

I started the Landrover and headed down a farm track behind the cafe, not
knowing where it would end up. Luckily, it didn't go anywhere except to the top
of a slight hill where it petered out on the edge of a wood. The view was quite
good in fact, and we clambered out of the car and sat on the grass, leaning
against the front of it finishing our food. Once that was disposed of, Garry
lay down, resting his head on my lap and looking up at me. 

"OK?" I asked, conscious that my cock was starting to wake up at the thought of
what was now at last within reach.

"Yeah. Fine, thanks," he replied with an all-too rare smile. "Fancy a funny
half-hour?" I was pleased that he'd brought it up first: I always felt a bit
guilty when I did, as if I was taking advantage of him every time.

"That's a very good idea!" I grinned back, "Come here."

Stretching out, we put our arms around each other and sighed as we relaxed.
"That's better!" I whispered. "I've been looking forward to this." 

"Me too," he sighed.

I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He wasn't totally comfortable with
this yet, but he was getting used to it and I felt him pull towards me slightly
as the tips of our tongues touched. At the same time I was aware of his hand
creeping towards my groin area, searching out his target. In one smooth
movement he unfastened my trousers and slid the zip down. Working his way
inside and through the slit in my underwear he took hold of my boner and held
it lightly. I moaned at his welcome touch and hugged him. At a slight pressure
from him, I lifted my hips up and let my clothes be pushed down to my ankles.

Deliberately I refrained from touching him at all for the time being: I was
interested in finding out whether he liked being played with more his than
playing with me for some reason. I soon found out as my hand was grasped and
placed quit firmly over his crotch, the sign being obvious. "You randy little
 ....!" I said grinning, "What have we started?" 

"Nothing," he replied, "We're just having a bit of fun!" 

"Good," I agreed and started to undress him.

Up until now, just about all we'd really done was a lot of mutual jerking off
and groping. We'd both been satisfied with this, but for some reason I felt
that today was different. There must be something more we could do without him
freaking him out. Apart from anything else, I didn't want to cum just yet,
there was still plenty of time left in which to enjoy ourselves. He was relaxed
and content enough for me to try to explore and see what he's done in the past
with his mates.

His head was resting on my stomach as he watched his hand toying with my pride
and joy. "Ever done anything else except this?" I enquired quietly. There was a
slight hesitation in his hand movement as he thought. 

"No, not really," he mused. "But Roger and me almost did." 

I'd no idea who Roger was, and wasn't really interested at present; but what
they'd almost done interested me.

"What did you do?"

"We were on a cross-country run at school when we both wanted to piss. We went
into some woods and pissed together standing behind a tree. I couldn't help but
look at his thing and it was getting hard. I was embarrassed at first, but then
mine got hard as well and we looked at each other's thing. He didn't put his
away, just held it there for me to look at, and I did the same." He paused as
he thought about it. "Then he asked if I wanted to do anything and I said
'yeah'. We dropped our shorts and started to wank each other a bit, but then he
asked if he could suck it. Then he got down and put his mouth on it. We did it
for about five minutes then we thought we heard someone coming so we had to
stop."

"Did you like it?" I asked, holding my breath.

"Yeah. I think so."

"Wanna try it again?"

"OK," was the monosyllabic reply.

I'd only done this two or three times before in my entire life, and was only a
tiny bit more experienced than Garry, but I was more than willing to do it. I
got him to kneel in front of me as I put my back against the car and leaned
forwards. My hands went to his butt as he rested his on my shoulders. Slowly I
pulled him into my open mouth, conscious of him watching, fascinated, as his
cock disappeared.

He had a perfect cock for sucking: not too big around, but long enough to reach
the back of my throat without making me retch. It took me a few minutes to get
accustomed to the unfamiliar feeling, but once there, I started work in
earnest. Garry must be enjoying it as well, I remember thinking, because he
started his adolescent fucking movements. Gently at first, but increasing in
their ferocity rapidly. I remembered, almost too late, the violence and
uncontrolled orgasms he had, and steeled myself for it. It took longer than I
thought and was about to have a rest when I felt his dick give a jerk and his
body start to shake. Instantly his grip on my shoulders tightened and he gave a
deep thrust, embedding his magnificent prick as far into my mouth as he could.
Six or seven times he shuddered as he deposited his load. Even when he'd
finished, he was still trembling and fighting for breath, mouth open and eyes
glazed, his cock only half-softening and resting on my tongue - he was on much
too much of a high to move anywhere until he came down from it. Eventually I
eased him down and lay his lovely body on top of mine, noticing with interested
that at some time I'd also orgasmed, my jizz making shiny pools on my chest.
When he was able to speak, I asked him what it was like.

"Brilliant!" He grinned, "I like that!"

I hugged him tightly and replied that he could do it whenever he wanted! "What
does it taste like?" he asked after a while.

"It's a bit salty and gooey, but OK, I guess." I told him. 
"No, not spunk. I've tasted that before. Having a dick in your mouth I meant." 
"Oh! That. Well, it's good. Better than good in fact, I can't describe it
really." 
"Can I try it?"

Just a few minutes ago, I was thinking of things we could do which wouldn't
scare him and now I found myself having given him his first successful blow
job, and his asking if he can return the favour! Naturally, I agreed.

Spinning himself round, he quickly re-positioned himself, ready to embark on
another adventure of teenage discovery. He adopted the most logical position
possible I suppose, although it isn't one which everyone could cope with.
Simply, he stretched out along the top of me, his belly slithering around
slightly on the rapidly drying spunk covering my lower trunk. Because he
weighed so little, I could manage him alright, and as an added bonus, had an
eyeful of his delightful butt and hairless balls. They alone were enough to
give me the boner of a lifetime, but the delicate touch of his tongue flitting
around my hot prick were almost too much to bear. I only had to remind him once
about his teeth, and after that he really started to get into it. If he had
been nervous about getting involved in our sex games initially, which I think
he was right at the start, he'd certainly lost all inhibitions by now. He was
using my cock like a man possessed: when it wasn't at the back of his mouth
being stimulated by his tongue, it was being enchanted by his delicate fingers,
playing it like a fine musical instrument. I thought I'd faint when his tongue
delved inside my foreskin and worked its magic round my most sensitive head.
Even with his weight I was squirming and writhing around, unable to stop myself
in my ecstasy. And here's another first. I shot my second load of the day into
his waiting throat, every drop being swallowed, albeit involuntarily as he
didn't have time to back off. It didn't phase him though as he ingested as much
as he could immediately and swirled the rest around his teeth until he could
get it down! As a finale, he managed to produce another sympathetic cum
himself, not as fierce as before, but not far from it.

Exhausted, we lay there until our equilibrium returned, Garry at last managing
to turn round and lay nestled in my arms.

"Enjoy that?" I asked, stroking his lovely soft hair. "Yeah. It's OK isn't it?
I like that. Even managed to swallow your stuff as well. It tastes a bit like
mine does."

We cuddled and comforted each other for an hour or so, exchanging a few
thoughts and ideas about when we could meet up again, where we could go and so
on. It was getting late when we decided to make a move; the sun was going down
and there was a distinct chill in the air. Reluctantly we dressed each other
and started the drive back to town. I dropped him about half a mile from home
with a last quick kiss and grope, and a boner he would have to take care of
later. Back in my room at college, I jacked off, thinking of Garry and the
things we had done and were yet to do. It was beautiful.

To Be Continued ......


	
	
		
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