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Oooh, Vienna
by John Hollingway <john@foreign-embassy.net>
This story is pure fiction. Although some persons in this story are
images of people in the real life, I do not express their opinions in
anyway. Anything in this story is made up in my head. This story
contains graphic descriptions of sex between males, especially between a
man and an underage boy. If this kind of story is illegal where you are
living, go read something else. If you are offended by such material,
why are you even here? Go read something which suits your state of mind
better! If you are under 18 you shouldn't probably read this stuff
either, as morale dictates us, but that couldn't hold me off at your age
either. Just be careful about what you read and do, some people on the
internet are not as nice as they appear at first.
This story is copyrighted by the author, all rights reserved. The story
may be copied and printed for personal use, but may not be published
without the written consent of the author besides on the original
publishing sites (nifty.org and assgm.net).
Preface
Hello all!
I'm really sorry that it took me so long to get this chapter out, but
for one, there is this thing called "real life", which somehow manages
to hog up all of my available time, another thing it that it was really
hard for me to write this chapter.
This story has evolved a lot in my mind, and it is just not as easy as
before to write it, because actually the characters have gotten some
depth, and somehow have developed a mind on his own. Taking all this in
consideration, but still being true to the original thought the story
proved to be quite a challenge. There was a point in this chapter where
I really was lost how to continue, and it took me more than a week to
figure out how I wanted it to continue. But now I'm satisfied with the
result, and I think it works quite well.
On another note, my eMail address and my homepage changed. All my
stories are now published on my (now permanent) personal website,
found at http://john.foreign-embassy.net and my eMail address is now
john@foreign-embassy.net
As before the other chapters, I want to say that I'm no native English
speaker, so be kind if you judge some of the strange things, and the
story plays in Austria, so there may be small differences to the things
you are used to.
And as always, I owe a lot of thanks to Darryl. He makes this story
readable and understandable, and adds a lot towards the feeling for the
story. When I would just go forward with the story, he adds a little
thing here and a little thing there, and suddenly the story just feels a
lot nicer. I can't thank you enough for this, Darryl! All remaining
mistakes are my sole responsibility.
Feedback is of course as always very welcomed - feedback is an authors
payment. So don't be shy, I won't bite, I promise!
And now, enjoy and have fun.
John
Part 4 - Revelations
I stormed uncontrollably out of the door of the institute, running on
the side walk without actually noticing where I was going. After running
for some minutes, and finally slowing down a bit, because I couldn't
keep up the speed I was going at, I suddenly felt a hand on my arm and
pulling me to an abrupt stop.
When I turned around, I saw John behind me, panting for air, he must
have run after me at full speed. After a second, when he had regained
some of his breath, he pulled me into a tight hug, stroking my hair for
comfort. After the sudden rush of panic, the comfort of John's hug, his
hand pushing my head onto his chest and stroking it, and the smell and
warmth of him, just a hint through his clothing, were just too much for
me. I broke down, sobbing involuntarily, pouring out the whole lot of
pain and panic which I felt.
I could feel John moving, and he sat down on some stairs beside the
sidewalk, and pulled me onto his lap, still hugging me tightly. I just
continued sobbing there against his chest, not being able to stop for
the time being.
Every time I started talking, wanting to tell him what I was feeling at
the moment, only a very loud sob escaped my throat, and he just
whispered meaningless words of comfort in my ear while stroking my hair
and very gently rubbing my back.
After some time, I can't recall exactly how long we sat there, I
regained some of my composure, and I put my arms around John, hugging
him back very tightly and whispering in a barely audible voice: "Thanks
for all you have done for me!" Instead of a response, I just could feel
him squeezing me a little.
I lifted my head to look him in the eyes, escaping from the big wet spot
I had produced on his chest, and was astonished to see that tears were
running down his face as well. I looked at him questioningly, my
curiosity for the situation overshadowing the things I was feeling at
that moment. And if I look back at it today, I guess it was easier to
give in to the curiosity than to face the demons that were haunting me
at that moment.
John cleared his throat, and said, in a hoarse voice: "I think the last
3 days have been a bit too much for me as well. It has been an emotional
rollercoaster ride since I picked you up at the motorway, and I guess I
was just paying the price for it now."
I smiled at him and teased him a bit: "Crybaby!"
He smiled back at me, teasing back: "Yeah, but look who started it."
His face got serious again, and what he said instantly wiped the smile
off my face again: "Do you want to tell me why you scooted away from the
nurse like that?"
My voice was back to a whisper at that moment, trying to sort out
the emotions I had felt back then: "Yeah, I guess you deserve an
explanation. When the nurse put the rubber band on my arm and approached
me with the syringe, a terrible memory emerged again that I had locked
in a dark closet in the back of my mind. And that memory was just too
much for me."
Seeing the reassuring, but waiting look on John's face, I realized that
I wouldn't get out of telling him what the memory was, that lightly. I
would have to tell him more about what I was referring to: "You know,
the boyfriend of my Mum got her hooked up to the bad drugs, and supplied
her for the first weeks after he got her addicted. I got to see it
getting worse and worse, and I tried to convince my Mum that she had to
stop taking that stuff, to get up again from her bed, take care of the
flat and to go to work again. I made some mistakes at that time, I even
tried to convince her a couple of times when he was with her, when she
was deep in her drug induced dreams. Seeing me, trying to convince her
to stop, annoyed him big time, and at first he just would send me off,
telling me that Mum needed her sleep. Later he got angry, even hitting
me a couple of times, when one afternoon he just was all sweet when I
approached Mum. He told me to have a seat, that I could talk with my
Mum, and that he even had something for me, now that I was a 'big boy'.
He told me to extend my arm, and put a rubber band around my arm, just
like the nurse in the institute. He turned around and picked up a
syringe lying on the bedstand, filled with a dark yellow liquid. When I
saw this, I just felt the same panic I felt now in the institute, I knew
something very very bad was about to happen. But luckily, my Mum moaned
at that moment and got him distracted for a second. I jumped up very
quickly, hit him in the nuts with all the strength I could muster, and
then just fled from the flat." I made a small pause, just realizing
something.
"If I think of it now, that was the moment when I started to live more
on the streets than at home. I was afraid of going back to the flat when
he was there, I just slipped in there late at night and got up early,
way earlier than both of them, and avoided them most of the time. When I
saw him, I just headed away as fast as I could, feeling an undefined
anxiety. Now I know what it was, it was the fear that he would try this
again. I now guess that it was probably the only idea he had left for
dealing with me, anxious that I really could convince Mum to get out of
the drugs. And he basically got what he wanted, I never was around
anymore, so he could meddle with her as much as he wanted."
Having my head bowed down all of the time, I told John this, not able to
stand his look at that moment, I finally looked up to see how he would
react. All I could see was cold fury in his eyes, I could tell that he
was really, really angry. I added anxiously: "Please don't be mad that I
hit him in the nuts, and didn't stay to help Mum, but I was really
afraid, and I was seeing it as the only chance I had of getting away
from him."
The voice that responded to me was equally cold as the fury in his eyes:
"Oh, I think he didn't get a tenth of what he deserved, and noone can
blame you for not wanting to stay around longer. Maybe you should have
told the police instead of just avoiding them, but you were scared, I
understand that. If I could lay my hands on that S.O.B., the last thing
he would have to worry about is that little pain he was feeling back
then."
Really astounded, not having John seen this angry before, I just
snuggled closer to him: "Nah, just forget him, he is in the past of my
life."
I could feel John relaxing when I snuggled up to him again, and he
continued in a softer voice: "Thanks for telling me, kiddo!"And then he
kissed the top of my head.
"I really think we should go back to the institute, that blood test is
quite important, and it won't take long. Do you think you could handle
it if I hold you all the time and comforted you? You have to trust me,
no one will mess with you back there, and if they tried, they would be
in real big trouble with me."
I thought about this for a moment, and responded then: "We won't know if
we don't at least try. I guess I can handle it, now that I know what the
problem is. And if you hold me, I don't think anything could hurt me."
John chuckled when he announced: "At least you haven't hit the nurse in
the balls, although that would be considered a miracle."
I joined in his chuckling half-heartedly, asking anxiously: "Do you
think they will be mad back there?"
"They'd better not be. After all, we are paying customers!" He ruffled
my hair and put me back on my feet, getting up after that as well.
We walked back to the institute, and I was surprised to realize just how
far away from the Institute we were. I had traveled a real distance,
running like that.
When we entered the building again, the nurse stood there a bit
impatiently, but not saying anything, only handing each of us tissue
when she saw the tear marks on our faces.
Both of us wiped the remaining evidence and blew our noses, when the
nurse said: "A little needle shouldn't scare a big boy like you that
bad. It only hurts a short moment."
I turned to a pillar of salt hearing the expression. This nurse seemed
to have the rare talent of saying exactly the wrong words at the wrong
moment. I tried to relax, taking a deep breath, before replying calmly
to her: "No Ma'am, it wasn't only the needle, there was something else
which scared me at that moment, but I think I have sorted it out, now."
"Good, let's get this finished then."
We moved back to the small room where we were earlier, and the nurse
motioned me to have a seat again. But John was faster and sat down on
the chair, patting his lap gently, and motioning me to sit on his lap.
I climbed on John, and saw then the confused look of the nurse when John
hugged me: "Sir, I don't think the regulations......"
At that moment she was cut off sharply by John's voice, again with a
hint of that steel in it I heard earlier: "Just blow the regulations
today, Lady, and get this over with. This boy needs comfort right now,
he is under a lot of stress. And if you won't do it this way, then we
surely will find an institute which is better suited for our needs....",
and his voice trailed off, leaving that hint of a threat hanging in the
air.
The nurse considered it for a moment, then pulled up a smile on her face
and said in a fake cheery voice: "I think we can stretch it that far
today."
She put the rubber band from earlier on my arm, again and turned around
to get the syringe. I felt the rush of panic building up in me again, my
body was tensing, but John must have sensed it, because exactly at that
moment, he hugged me very tight and whispered some comforting words in
my ear. I relaxed considerably, and just closed my eyes.
I suddenly felt a needle going right into my arm, but with John holding
me very tightly, there was no way I could squirm my way out again, and I
just breathed in a very steady rhythm, counting slowly upwards to take
my mind off the needle protruding from my arm.
Just when I got to 37, I could feel the needle being pulled out, and
opened my eyes again. The nurse pressed a small pad against my arm,
guiding my other hand to press against it.
She announced then: "All finished, we will have the results on Monday."
John smiled at her thankfully and told her: "Sorry for that ruckus back
then, but you handled it very professionally."
She fake-smiled back at him and said, again in her cheery voice: "Ah,
I've seen worse. Just have a good day, Mister", and then headed out of
the room.
John put me down once again on the ground, and stood up as well.
As we headed out of the institute, John put his arm around my shoulder,
and we walked out on the street together. Just feeling his affection for
me lifted my mood a couple of levels up. But I couldn't banish the
haunting demons out of my mind completely. My thoughts were still
revolving around the revelations I had done to myself.
We walked as a quiet couple down the street, John's arm still put around
my shoulder, me occasionally bumping into him. Surprisingly, it was only
a very short walk to John's flat. The bus stop where we had descended
off the bus was just one stop before the regular stop when going to
John's flat, so the distance to home was quite short.
I really began to start thinking about John's flat as home. It, and he
as well, were so welcoming for me, that it was easy to really look at it
as my home, my place to stay.
When we entered the flat, we were greeted by the meowing of the cats as
usual, but unlike before neither of them concentrated their attention
only on John. Ben strolled over to John to get his usual petting, while
Chloe came right to me for the first time directly after entering the
flat, and demanded to be petted. I obeyed her demands with pleasure, and
soon after that, she was rubbing against my leg, purring and enjoying
herself.
John looked up at me from Ben, and asked: "What do you want to do now,
kiddo?"
I thought for a moment, and then said: "Could we just sit down for a
while and cuddle a bit? I need to think for a while, and you comforting
me will just make it easier."
He looked at me with a hint of worry in his eyes, but complied promptly:
"Sure, your wish is my command!", and smiled at me.
We headed over to the couch, and John sat down on the couch with his
legs up, half-sitting, half-lying on it. I attached myself to his side
and snuggled up tightly to him, bathing in his warmth and the feeling of
affection he still radiated.
We sat there quietly for like ten minutes, John lazily stroking my back,
while I just lay there, my head using his chest as a pillow and deeply
caught in my thoughts. The more I thought about the scene back at my
Mum's flat, the more I tensed up. All the thoughts of what could have
happened to me, the path I would be walking down right now, if I hadn't
fled from the flat. I started to breath quickly when all the things
raced through my mind, and I even tensed more.
John looked down at me, again with concern in his eyes, and worry in his
voice when he said: "Just don't panic, my angel, it is over now, you are
safe with me here. I don't think it will do you any good if you just
brood over these thoughts. I agree with you that we will have to work
out these issues, but I think it is just too early right now. You need
to relax, and we need to take your thoughts off that."
He seemed to think for a moment, and when he continued he had the
slightest spark of mischief in his eyes: "I know the perfect thing which
will relax you!", and he started to work himself out from under me.
I looked at him curiously, and he continued: "I will be with you in a
minute. Please, strip down and lie on your belly on the couch, okay? I
will be there shortly", and with those words, he vanished into the
bedroom.
I frowned, not having the slightest idea what he could mean. Then I
thought about his request and what it could mean. As when a light was
lit in my head, everything was clear when I thought about which regions
of my body this would give him access to.
I dreaded that part of our relationship a bit, and I even was little
afraid of it, but luckily Marcus had prepared me for it, and I had time
to think about it. I supposed that I was ready for it, and it would just
allow me to stay with John. I thought this was a small price to pay, so
I quickly stripped off all my clothes, and lay there naked on my belly
on the couch.
I couldn't bring myself to face the door where John would be emerging
soon, so I just heard the bedroom door opening and closing, and heard
how John stripped out of his clothes as well.
He climbed onto the couch again, and kind of knelt over me, each knee on
one side of my hips.
I could feel how he leaned down to bring his face to my head, and kissed
me on the neck before saying: "You didn't have to pull down you
underwear as well, but I admit it is a very nice sight."
Furrowing my brows, I tried to think how he would accomplish what he
wanted to do to me with my underwear on, when every thought about it was
eradicated from my mind by a cool liquid, hitting my shoulder blades.
I yelped, but the liquid started to warm up quickly when John started to
work the slippery fluid into my shoulders and my neck. This was the
moment when I realized that he never intended to fuck me, but simply
wanted to give me a massage. He even still had his underwear on while
sitting on the upper parts of my legs, without putting his full weight
on my body.
Relaxing considerably, I let all thoughts of worry flow away, and just
enjoyed the feeling of John's strong hands kneading my muscles, working
the oil into them. I felt the tension in my muscles just flowing away
when he rubbed my back first with circular motions of his thumbs, and
then running along my spine with his index and middle finger. He applied
pressure to the muscles just below my shoulder blades, and I could feel
a wonderful warmth spreading throughout my back. Warmth from the
friction he applied, warmth from the affection and love that seemed to
flow through his arms from him to me.
Not long after he started massaging my back, I purred as loud as Ben,
just basking in the affection he showed with every touch, with every
movement of his hands, with every kneading of my muscles. My dick had
gone stiff in a matter of seconds after the loving touches had begun.
He massaged my shoulders, my neck, my shoulder blades, the sides of my
back, the upper parts of my arms, just every muscle which could have
stored tension in it.
When he finally was finished, he laid his upper body on my back, and I
could just feel the warmth which his body radiated, and I could feel him
breathing gently on my neck.
This was the moment when I made up my mind. I loved John so much, and I
would give him everything I had, he deserved it. I was just as relaxed
as I would ever be.
I asked him: "John, will you fuck me?"
I could feel his breathing quickening, and I could feel his dick
starting to get stiff as well. He asked me with a tremble in his voice:
"Are you sure, sweetheart? Is that what you really truly want?"
Everything in my mind screamed 'Noooooo', but I ignored it, and said in
a steady voice: "Yes, I am!" It was the least of the things I could do
for him.
I could still feel John breathing into my neck, but more rapidly then
before. He obviously seemed to really like the idea, just as Marcus had
told me. His hardening dick told me that, as much as his heavy
breathing.
He whispered then in my ear: "OK, if you really want it, just give me a
sec, I'll be back shortly."
He got up again from the couch, and moved once more to the bedroom. As I
had made up my mind now and wasn't as anxious as before, I turned to
watch the door. John came back to the living room just a couple of
seconds later, and I eyed him all the way to the couch.
He had a small blue-white tube in the one hand, and a very small package
in the other. He laid both down at the table, and quickly stripped off
his underwear.
His dick was as hard as I had ever seen it when he lay again on the
couch next to me. I was still on my belly, thinking this would be the
position he would like to do it.
But first he very passionately kissed me, while lying next to me, and I
frantically returned the kiss, trying to get my mind off the things
which would come. Our tongues danced for some time, and he pulled me
tight to his body, his erection pressing into my side.
He caught me by surprise then when he pushed me gently on my back, still
not letting loose of my mouth, still kissing me.
Just as the night before, he started kissing his way down along my body,
sucking on my nipples, and it felt like he kissed every part of my chest
at least once.
When he started sucking on my cock once more, I let out a small moan,
but I felt that my orgasm was not very far away at that point. As I had
discovered the day before, some pain didn't mean very much when you were
horny, so I didn't want to have an orgasm right then. Marcus told me
that it would eventually hurt, so I didn't want to give away that
advantage.
So I told John: "Just stop there, I'm nearly coming, and just do it."
He looked up to me, letting my penis slide out of his mouth, and said:
"There is no way of just doing it, Love. We will need to loosen you up
quite a bit first, otherwise it would just hurt you way too much", and
he lowered his head once again into my pubic region, but this time not
on my dick, but taking again my balls in his mouth, rolling them around
gently.
But he let go of them soon, and pushed my legs gently a bit apart, now
sitting between them. He pushed my knees a bit into the direction of my
chest, which basically lifted up the lower part of my body.
Kissing the inner skin of my thighs and caressing my ass cheeks with
both of his hands, he pulled them apart a bit, and I could feel how my
bum hole was now exposed, feeling the air on it.
His next move caught me totally by surprise once more, as he directly
put his tongue on my bum hole, slowly circling around the outer parts,
and then moving onto the very sensitive skin on the hole.
When I felt the warm wetness of his tongue against my hole, I couldn't
resist the urge to let out a loud moan. It was pleasure like I had never
experienced before. Not the direct pleasure, like when he sucked on my
cock, but a more sensual, indirect pleasure, but not less intense than
before. I had never thought that getting touched, or licked, at the bum
hole would feel so good.
When the pleasure rolled through my body, I relaxed even more, letting
go of the anxiety which had again built up in me in anticipation of him
fucking me. John must have felt me relaxing, because at once he pushed
with his tongue against my back entrance, and I could feel the muscles
there part slightly, allowing him entrance.
He moved his tongue in and out of my hole, like he was fucking me with
it, and I could only moan at the sensations this created in me.
I could feel as one of his hands moved away from my ass cheek, but I
couldn't care less at that moment. If getting fucked for real felt
anything like this, it was well worth a bit of pain, I decided.
That was the moment when John pulled his mouth away from my rectum, and
I heard the tube I saw earlier being opened. I wanted to look up, but
the next thing I felt was something very cold and slippery against my
bum hole once more. Now John was at work with his finger and he seemed
to spread something around my hole, and soon after that, I could feel
some pressure against the center of the hole.
John had obviously greased up a finger, as it felt different from his
cock, and to enter my rectum with it. I made a conscious effort to relax
my muscle back there, but I still yelped when I felt the finger slipping
right into me.
For the first time in my life, I had something up my ass, but it didn't
feel as bad as I had imagined it would before. Of course, there was a
bit of pain when the initial entry was made, but that quickly subsided
after only a moment and it mainly felt weird, then. It was kind of like
I had to go to the toilet, but not really bad.
John had started kissing the inner skin of my thigh once more, in an
obvious effort to take my thoughts off his finger in my bottom, which
actually had worked its way slowly further into my body.
Soon I could feel the knuckles of John's hand, pressing against cheeks,
and I knew that this was the furthest he could go. He wriggled his
finger a bit inside me, which made me moan once more. Then he started to
slowly pull his finger back again, until it was nearly all the way out
of me, and then he started to push it in once again.
Shortly after that he had established a steady rhythm of his finger
going in and out of my bottom, and I really started to get hard once
more. When his finger had entered me, I had softened considerably, but
soon after he started finger fucking my bottom, my cock stood to full
attention once more. John even stroked it carefully with his other hand,
but not with much pressure or friction, but even that let me emit a soft
moan once in a while in addition to the moans which came from the
sensation of my finger filled bottom.
John removed his finger fully, and opened up the tube once again. He
smeared some more of the jelly around my hole, and I thought that this
was the moment where he would put his dick into my bottom, but he just
inserted a different finger into my bum hole, which was shortly
afterwards joined by the first one.
The muscles around my hole had to stretch wider than they had ever done
before to accommodate both of his fingers, but John kept up the
pressure, and now the pain was back. This time it was worse than it was
the first time, even after he had put both fingers in and kept them
steady for a while. I yelped out every time he tried to move one of the
fingers, and finally he removed the second finger, letting me feel
relieved and a bit empty.
He started his steady finger fucking again, with only one finger, and
this time he moved his mouth to my cock. Once more, my dick head was
enveloped by the silky warmness of his mouth, while his finger still
probed into my backside, driving a little bit deeper every time he
pushed it in. And then he hit something inside me, and I just couldn't
control myself.
That was the fastest approaching orgasm I had up to now, no anticipatory
tingling in my belly, just the orgasm as it rolled through my body. I
stiffened a couple of times, but John kept his mouth on my dick and his
finger in my bottom.
Just when the heaviness of the afterglow started to stream through my
body, I could feel that the finger in my ass still hurt. Not very much,
but still a bit. I hadn't felt it before, but I knew that there was no
way John could fuck me now, not if he didn't want to hurt me, that is.
I sniffled a bit when I realized that, I had to deny John, for now, what
he really wanted, just because I had to have that orgasm. Hearing me
sniffle, John quickly retracted the finger from my hole, and now I felt
a bit empty back there.
He moved to my side, giving me a loving kiss, and he said in a very soft
voice: "I'm sorry, Baby, I didn't ever want to hurt you, I'm really,
really sorry."
"No, that is not the problem, it hurt a bit, but not very much, no, I
ruined this for you. I had an orgasm, and I don't think that I could
take you in right now, not without crying."
He kissed me again, and then said: "Oh my God, Kyle honey, you didn't
ruin anything! When I realized that the two fingers were hurting you, I
stopped every thought I had of fucking you right now. You are just too
tight, and it would have hurt you way too much. Just look!", and he held
his two fingers together alongside of his dick, and I could see that his
dick was considerably thicker than the two fingers put together.
"So, I just stuffed that idea, and decided that you should have a good
time right now. And it looks like you had it....", and with that, an
impish grin appeared on his face.
I had to grin as well at that sight, all thoughts of disappointing him
blown away in a single ray of his happiness. And right then, I decided
that I really loved John. I knew how horny he must have been, Marcus had
told me how much he liked to fuck, but at the first sign of me getting
uncomfortable, he had just let it go and only thought about me...
pleasuring me. And when I was feeling down because he couldn't fuck me,
his first thought was that he had hurt me.
John deserved my love, and I was willing to give him as much of it as I
could.
We snuggled there on the couch for a couple of minutes, when my
curiosity got the better part of me once more: "What was all the stuff
you got from your bedroom?"
John smiled at me, realizing that my curiosity was genuine, and not to
tease him. At first he showed me the bigger bottle: "This, of course, is
the massage oil. A massage without something like this only feels half
as good, because of this, you can generate really good friction and
warmth on the muscles, and your hands glide easily over the skin."
Next, he picked up the blue-white tube: "This is KY, a water based
lubricant. It is used to make your hole as well as my fingers, very
slippery, so that I could put them in more easily. It is still possible
to have anal sex without this, for example, by only using spit, but it
hurts a whole lot more, and I just think that it is more pleasurable
this way. And this", he picked up the small package I totally couldn't
figure out what it was, "is a condom. Every time you have sex,
especially anal sex, but also the normal sex you might have with a
woman, you have to use a condom. This is really very important!
Otherwise you could easily get one of the sexually transmitted diseases,
and the worst of them, like AIDS, will ultimately kill you! Do you
understand that?"
"Yes, I do, I don't want to get ill. And AIDS just sounds horrible. So,
I guess there will always have to be something between us while having
sex....", and I sighed low.
"Well, if you know someone well enough, and you can totally trust him,
and you know that niether of you have any STDs, then it IS possible to
do it without a condom. But it really needs a lot of trust between the
two partners. That is one of the reasons we both had the STD exam today,
so that we know if we have to be extra careful, or just normal careful",
and he smiled at me, giving me a quick kiss.
"And why do you need two things which do the same thing? I mean, the
massage oil makes everything slippery, and so does the KY. Why not use
one for both?", I asked.
"Ah, that is actually quite a good question. You wouldn't want to do a
massage with KY, it is water based and would dry too fast, so you use
something oil based, like the massage oil. But you can't use the massage
oil for anal sex with a condom, because the oil will basically destroy
the rubber in the condom, making it useless. So these are the lessons
for today's sex-ed: Use a condom every time, and use a water-based
lubricant with it, and nothing else."
John smiled at me, and then said, a bit apologeticly: "Sorry, I guess I
sound like my Dad, he is a teacher, and my sister is on the way to
becoming a teacher too, so I hear things like this quite a lot when I'm
at home."
I sniggered at his statement and said: "Gosh, that would make living at
home very stressful, with two teachers around."
"You're telling me; it's pure hell sometimes!"
Then I pushed John back from his sitting position, back into lying on
the couch, and I snuggled tight to his side, again bathing in his loving
warmth.
Then I asked, since I really wanted to know: "So, when do you think
you're going to fuck me? I really want to know that I can stay with...."
As soon as this escaped, I knew that I had made a mistake, and I quickly
bit on my lower lip, trying to shut my mouth, and hoped that John hadn't
noticed this lapse.
But, I had no luck with this, of course.
As soon as I had said it, his whole body stiffened up, and he asked in a
confused voice: "What do you mean by 'That I can stay with you'? Haven't
I made it perfectly clear to you that your stay with me is not in any
way connected to the sex we have?"
"Yeah, you said that, but Marcus said..."
As soon as I said this, he cut me off sharply, and asked in a low voice:
"Kyle, what did Marcus say? Did he in any way suggest that I only would
let you stay with me, if you let me fuck you?", and as he asked the
question, he looked at me with very wide eyes.
I shrank back a bit from him, afraid of his intense reaction: "Ummm,
yeah, kind of. He said something like 'If you really want to stay with
him, let him fuck you'."
With that, John jumped up from the couch, pacing up and down in front.
of the couch table, stark naked as he was If the situation hadn't been.
so serious, it would have been a very funny sight .
While pacing, he muttered to himself: "How could he dare? The damn
asshole! Even suggesting something like that to a kid. Oooh, he is so
gonna get it." With that, he had obviously made up his mind, and went to
a cupboard next to the bedroom door.
When he picked up his mobile, I asked: "What are you going to do, now?"
"I'm gonna call him, and tell him what I think of him, and I will forbid
him to ever talk to you again!", and he started to push the buttons on
his mobile, obviously intending to make the call.
I raced up from the couch and took the mobile out of his hand: "You are
not going to do something stupid like that, right now! You are way too
upset. Come, sit with me on the couch!", and I took his hand and pulled
him towards the couch again, trying to calm him down.
He sat down next to me, and asked, obviously a bit puzzled by my
determination: "Why shouldn't I call him? I mean, how COULD he tell you
something like that?", and he started to get angry again.
I attached myself to his side, stroking his chest in an effort to calm
him down, and said: "Calm down, please, you are frightening me!"
He looked at me and must have seen my big, wide eyes, looking anxiously
at him, because he closed his own eyes for a second and took a deep
breath. It seemed to work at calming him down, because when he spoke
again, his voice was much calmer and more controlled than before: "Why
didn't you tell me that he said this to you? I mean, it was just so
totally WRONG to tell you something like that. And I even suggested that
if you need someone to talk to, you should talk to him.....Oh my God!" ,
and his voice died down, realizing what the short contact I had with
Marcus had done to our relationship.
And I told him, in a shaky voice, because I was afraid of his reaction:
"I didn't tell you what he said, because I didn't think that he told me
something bad. I thought that he told me something important, something
about you, that I didn't know. I was a bit afraid of it, of course,
because no one ever suggested anything like it, but I think that I could
take it. And if you really wouldn't ever kick me out because I let you
do it, I figured it was a small price to pay."
I hadn't looked him in the eyes, afraid that I would see the anger in
his eyes again. Before, his anger wasn't directed at me, but after this,
I wasn't quite sure of it anymore. But instead of saying something angry
back at me, he scooped me up and and sat me on his lap, with me facing
him, and I put my legs around his belly as he hugged me tightly.
He whispered in my ear: "How could you ever think something so stupid? I
let you stay here because I love you. Yes, I admit it, I'm really turned
on by fucking, and I love it, fucking and getting fucked. But because I
love you, I would never, ever even think of doing anything to you that
you didn't want, where you just felt that you had to do it because you
felt obliged to do it. If you like it, we will do it, and we will
probably try it at some point in the future, but if you don't like it,
we just won't do it. Because I love you too much to ever see you the
least bit uncomfortable."
With that he buried his face into my shoulder, and even hugged me
tighter if that was possible.
I whispered back into his ear: "You know, I love you too, don't you? I
always want to see you happy, so I probably would let you do it to me
even if I don't like it that much."
He let me loose a bit and looked me in the eyes, putting one hand under
my chin to lift my eyes to his level: "That would be a bit different, I
think. But don't ever feel obliged to do anything because you think you
have to do it, to be able to keep staying here. I hereby swear to you,
that you will never, ever have to leave here, unless you want to. You
will always have a place here as long as you want it."
When he said that, I felt tears forming in my eyes again, because I
could just feel that he was totally honest with me. I gasped and I could
just barely whisper: "Thanks!" and then put I my mouth onto his, kissing
him frantically, lovingly, deeply.
When our kiss finally ended, I had to chuckle as I thought about the
whole situation: "You know, maybe Marcus has even done something good
for us by mentioning that to me."
John looked puzzled at me: "How's that?"
"You know, I really became aware that I love you when you DIDN'T fuck
me. I mean, I could just feel how totally you were turned on, and you
wanted it so much, but at the slightest sign that I was feeling
uncomfortable from your fingers in me, you just set the whole thought of
it completely aside, and just wanted me to feel good. But, you know, it
really felt good. So, when are we doing IT?", I finished with a sheepish
grin on my face.
He had a smile on his face when he responded: "We will try it again,
once you feel comfortable with it, OK? As I said, you will probably need
to loosen up quite a bit, before it won't hurt you too much. I won't lie
to you, it will probably hurt some, when I enter you for the first time,
not much can really loosen up that much. I would love to just play a
little bit with your hole when you feel like having me do it, OK?"
"OK, we have a deal then. I'm really curious about how it will feel."
He looked at me with a smile, and said: "It actually feels quite good,
once you get past the first pain." Changing the subject, he said then:
"So, what are we doing then with this lovely afternoon?"
I responded: "Hmm, I really don't know. Do you have to work? I could
probably keep myself busy for some time."
He seemed to think for a moment, and then said: "No, I don't think that
I have, or want to work today. How about us taking a bath together? I'm
a bit sweaty, and you have all the oil on your back, and the lube on
your bottom. And it will at least calm me down a bit, I think."
"Sounds like a cool idea, but is your bathtub big enough for us both?",
I asked, not sure of this.
"It will be a bit cramped, but I think we will manage."
"OK, then let's do it!", and with that, I jumped off his lap and quickly
headed for the bathroom.
John followed me, laughing, stating: "Oh, it will take some time until
the tub is filled. How about this: You start filling the tub, with some
bubble bath, and I will fix us some cereals in the meantime, which we
can eat while waiting until the tub is filled. I'm actually a bit
hungry, and we had no lunch."
"Food sounds good, let's do it then!"
With that, I continued to the bathroom, fiddling around some with the
controls there until I had figured out how I closed the sink and made
the water coming out of the shower head. Once it had a nice temperature,
I let it that way and poured a bit of the bubble bath into the water,
which stood next to the bath tub.
In the meantime, I could hear John rummaging in the kitchen, and finally
heard him walking again. When I turned my head to look after him, he
went in the direction of the living room, and he told me, over his
shoulder: "Just come in when you are finished there, you don't have to
watch the water running, it can do that by itself!"
Giggling at this, I decided that everything was set up, and that the
water just needed to fill the tub, so I went to the living room as well.
Once I came into there, I saw John sitting cross-legged on the couch,
but not eating. "Why haven't you started already?"
"Because it would be impolite, and I knew that it wouldn't take you
long, so I just waited."
"Oh, okay", I stated, matter-of-factly, putting this away for further
reference. Even before Mum had started on the drugs, we hadn't many
meals together, mostly both of us just ate in front of the TV when we
were hungry, not taking care of the other one.
I picked up my bowl of cereals, and once I had started, John started as
well. It wasn't very much, and I had finished it quite quickly, but just
enough to stop the hunger and it just left me with a nice feeling in my
tummy.
John needed a bit longer than me to finish, and once he had eaten all of
it, I extended my hand in his direction, saying: "Give it to me, I will
put it in the dishwasher."
"Cool, then I'll just check if the water is already high enough in the
tub."
I went to the kitchen, and he went to the bathroom, and I could hear him
splashing as he entered the bathtub. I raced after him, and found him
lying with a big smile, in the tub already.
"Uhm, how would you like to have me in there?", I asked, a bit unsure
about it.
John stated: "Just lie in the same way in the tub as me, just on top of
me. You are light enough that it won't be a problem."
"OK...", I stepped in the bath tub as well, carefully avoiding stepping
onto him and I stood between his knees then. From there, I carefully
lowered myself onto him, soon I was lying completely on top of him, the
water just high enough in the tub that it covered both of us completely.
After running around naked in the flat for quite some time now, the hot
water was very comfortable and relaxing. I started to get warmer in an
instant, especially when John put both his arms around my chest, hugging
me slightly. I sighed at this wonderful feeling of warmth and comfort,
and just closed my eyes, relaxing.
We lay there silently for some time, maybe 10 minutes, just thoroughly
soaking through, when I got a bit restless and bored. I started to
wriggle on top of John, which produced a low laugh from him: "Ah,
getting restless again. Just lying isn't your strength, is it?"
"Nope, I don't think so!"
"I guess then we will have to do something to keep you
entertained......"
I couldn't see his face, but his voice just spoke of mischief, and I
could clearly imagine the smirk on his face. Just when I thought what he
could mean, his hands changed from lying motionless on my chest and just
embracing me, into vicious tickling machines, which just attacked my
ribs relentlessly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!", I shrieked out, and I started to squirm very
violently on top of John, trying to get my hands onto his ribcage as
well, to return this unprovoked attack.
But it was no good, my position was just too awkward for that, and John
was quite good in keeping it that way, effectively hindering me from
seeking revenge.
I just collapsed in laughter, giggling uncontrollably, but that didn't
stop me from at least thinking a bit about how I could stop him without
escaping from the bathtub (which was just too comfortable to leave right
now, despite the tickling).
While squirming around, I caught a glimpse of John's cock through the
gap between my legs, and I just knew how to stop him.
I extended my hand towards his cock, and started stroking it very
gently. It sprang to attention again like it had never been soft, and in
an instant John stopped the tickling, and just began moaning lowly. Yep,
that stopped him for sure, I just knew that he must have been still
horny from the earlier action, as he hadn't been relieved from it
before.
I effectively turned around in tub, now sitting between his legs on the
other end of the top, without loosing my grip on his dick, continuing to
stroke him gently.
When he raised his knees a bit, to allow me to sit between his legs, it
occurred to me that I could do the same to John as he had done to me
earlier. He seemed to like it the day before in the shower, so why not?
I knew now that it would not hurt him, especially as I gained entry
easily the day before.
So I moved my left hand, first to feel his balls, which got me another
moan from him, and than moved gradually lower until my finger was
circling his bum hole. Probably it wouldn't work without lube, but I
knew now that the skin here was really sensitive as well, and a real
source of pleasure.
But I just tried to probe it, and pushed my index finger slightly
against his back muscle, and to my surprise, it slid in really easily,
past the first joint on my finger. This evoked another, louder moan from
John, and his dick just erupted in my hand then, his body was spasming,
and so were his butt muscle around my finger.
His cock had gone limp quite quickly then, and I moved to lie again on
top of him, but this time I was facing him and giving him a long kiss.
Then I turned around once more, and lay now on top of him as just
before.
John had closed his eyes in the meanwhile, clearly overwhelmed. I wanted
to give him that break, I knew how I always felt when I had an orgasm.
Instead of trying to animate him to do something else, I traced the
globs of sperm through the water. Instead of just dripping on his chest
or belly, it now swam in small droplets through the water, which I idly
chased with a finger all around.
Just when I wanted to ask John what to do now, as I grew restless again,
I heard a soft snoring from beside my head. He had just gone to sleep
now!
Carefully I turned my head, and he looked quite sweet there, lying with
his head resting on the edge of the bath tub. I had to chuckle when I
saw this, but decided that I would let him get a nap, and just go out of
the tub, keeping me entertained by myself for some time.
I climbed out of the bathtub, drying quickly with my towel which lay at
the side of the tub, and then checked the water temperature again. I
didn't want John to get cold, and as the water had cooled down a bit,
and with me moving out of the tub John's body wasn't covered completely
by hot water anymore, I turned on the tap to let in more water.
John didn't stir a bit while I did that, he was passed out for good.
This day had been as exhausting for him as it had been for me, and I
mean, he was like...old, he probably needed some rest.
I moved back to the living room where my clothes still were, and put my
underwear back on, but decided to now put on my tracksuit once more, as
it was just more comfortable. Taking my other clothes back with me to
the bedroom, I put on my tracksuit and went back to the living room,
thinking about what I could do to entertain myself.
I didn't feel like reading, when my gaze fell onto the X-Box. John had
told me that I could use it if I wanted, and as it didn't seem to be all
that complicated when John did it the night before, I could give it a
try.
Browsing through the games which lay in a cupboard on top of the TV, I
took out one where the description read like an adventure-style game,
and I wanted to give it a try.
Trying the different buttons on the front of the machine, I quickly
found the power button, inserted the DVD and started the game. It was
called something like "Prince of Persia", and it was easy in the
beginning, having a tutorial at the start. I was rather fascinated by
it, and quickly became hooked by it. Chloe made herself comfortable in
my lap, and seemed to fall asleep, just like John had in the bath tub.
About half an hour later, I could hear movement from the bathroom, and I
paused the game and moved towards the bathroom.
When I entered it, John looked groggily at me: "Oh, kiddo, what
happened? One second you were kissing me, and in the next second you
were gone."
I had to giggle at this statement, and responded: "Guess what happened.
You fell asleep, old man! But you looked so sweet there, I just decided
to let you sleep for a bit and I played something on the X-Box."
"I fell asleep? OK, that explains it. Oh, I'm getting cold now!", and he
quickly left the tub.
"I'm in the living room, I guess you can dry yourself alone. I mean, you
are old, so I know that you forget things sometimes, but this skill
should still be possible for you to figure out!", I teased him with a
wink.
He looked at me, astounded for a moment, and then laughed: "Oh, you will
get it for that comment!"
"It was just retaliation for the unprovoked tickling attack, back
there!"
He chuckled, stating: "OK, I will let it slide this time", and winked at
me as well.
I moved back to the living room, resuming the game. A couple of minutes
later John came to the living room as well, went into the bedroom and
emerged quickly after that, wearing his tracksuit like me.
I paused the game again, looking at him in question: "So, what now? Any
ideas?"
"How about you just continuing the game, and you can cuddle up to me,
and I'll just watch you playing."
"You don't mind if I continue to play?"
"No, not at all. I can cuddle up to you, while you are busy with game
playing and you won't grow restless; that way I won't have to tickle you
again," and he smirked again.
We did as he suggested, and he watched me playing the game, only
occasionally giving me some small hints when I got stuck, he had
obviously played the game as well.
When I had enough of playing the game, we started to watch a DVD
together again, this time "Terminator 2", which was really entertaining,
and I hadn't seen it before.
Just about half an hour into the movie, my eyelids started to get heavy,
and I fought hard to stay awake. But John cuddling me again under the
blanket didn't help, it was just too warm and comfortable to stay awake,
so after about five minutes of fighting the urge, I just gave in to it,
and fell asleep.
The next thing I knew, John was lifting me up from the couch, and
carrying me to the bedroom. I only awoke halfway, and asked sleepily:
"What time is it?"
"Sshhhh, just continue sleeping, it is well past midnight, you already
slept a couple of hours on the couch."
He undressed me quickly, without meeting resistance from me, and steered
me into the bed, just with my underwear on. I lay down, and he quickly
embraced me from behind, in our favorite sleeping position, and in a
matter of seconds, I was out again....
Afterword
Editor's Notes:
This was a very good chapter. We seem to have resolved what made Kyle
panic when he saw that syringe. Kyle told John about what Marcus had
told him, or at least he paraphrased it, and John got pretty upset.
Luckily Kyle had the sense to step in and calm John down before he got
too angry with Marcus. It also seem that the sex between Kyle and John
won't include any penetration, because John doesn't want to do anything
that might hurt his loving boy. The two of them are really bonding and
the love that is building between them is a wonderful thing. John wants,
with all his heart to protect Kyle from harm of any kind, even the harm
that might come from the love that almost caused him to hurt Kyle. This
story is going to evolve and grow. John and Kyle both have a lot to
learn about each other and about life and love. Together, I think they
will succeed beyond their wildest dreams.
Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher
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