He Was Only Thirteen : by (c) Hamilton Joyce:  Mm 

The people I bought my house from had built a cottage in the gardens, nicely shielded from the main house luckily, and their aged parents had lived in it. I bought the two places five years before, and the cottage stood empty all that time. The idea of letting it came at a party, where a Brigadier in the army, a neighbour, suggested I might try letting it to the army. "Too nice a house to leave empty".

So I had it re-furbished, and it was in June last year that the first army family moved in. I say family: just a young woman and her son, the man being on active service overseas, a Major in the Paras.

The day they moved in  I dropped a card inviting them when they were settled in, and the next day they came round to visit mid-afternoon. I was having tea at a table in the shade of the great willow, and they joined me. She was an attractive blonde, about thirty five I should think, and at one time I might have beeen tempted. No longer! Two failed marriages, and several affaires turned bloody aweful towards the end had cured me of all that. Especially a woman belonging to a Major in the Paras.... And in any case, I was finding the occasional gay fling more than satisfactory nowadays, that and porn dvds.

But her son was something different! Apparently Jeremy was thirteen, a strong and lively lad who benefitted from his mother's colouring and fine features, and I imagined would one day have the physique of a Para. He was in no way retiring or shy: very self confident in fact as he asked questions about his new neighbourhood.

'Yes the high school is a "soccer school" but there is a very good Rugby Club in the next town, and they do have an under-fifteens side.' It seemed he played in the under fifteens at his previous school, despite his age.

'Yes, there is a swimming pool in Barchester, but you are welcome to use the pool in my garden whenever you want. Except when I have a pool-party for my friends. That isn't often, and I'll let you know.' (A boy like him would cause havoc among my gay partying pals, real jail-bait!) 'It's a twenty five metre pool which is not bad for a suburban garden. And there's a high diving board too.

He was suitably appreciative of the offer. 'Diving's not really my thing, but I can certainly use a decent sized pool. Thanks.'I was already finding his company very congenial. He had a lovely, cheeky grin, his hair blonde and tousled, his eyes piercing blue and with a real twinkle, and his arms and legs tanned and with fine golden hair, promising other delights beneath the shorts and vest.....but that way real danger lay and I banished the thought from my mind. I had never sought out boys (at least since I was a boy myself) and was not about to start now, at forty.

The mother and I chatted, mostly her finding out about the local social scene. I mentioned the Womens Institute and the Mothers Union in the village. There were three churches. Barchester had a Health Club, theatre, cricket ground, two supermarkets, one good and one bad garage, etc etc. Jeremy asked if it was ok, and then went for a wander round the gardens, rather large and a bit wild as I had only one gardener for several acres, and his main task was to cut the grass: only worked three days a week, the same days his wife cleaned the house and did the laundry. I did not like too many people hanging around, although I could have afforded servants. 

We were all three old friends by the time they left. 

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The next two nights as I lay in bed, relieving myself as I usually did before sleeping, images and fantasies of teenage boys accompanied my strokes and eventually squirts of cum onto belly and chest, unusually copious. For the first time in many years, perhaps twenty five, I recalled repressed memories of childhood sex. I remembered with great clarity two boys laying propped against a fallen oak tree, a copy of that so-innocent naturist magazine "Health and Efficiency" open between them.The tatty little monochrome magazine had passed through many boyish hands over the twenty years since it had been published, and accompanied thousands of little-boy orgasms. The two boys had their khaki shorts down round their knees and were stroking their cocks. The booklet lay open at two photographs, one of an athletic male, cock and balls discretely hidden behind a carefully posed raised thigh, but buttocks hard and masculine and biceps rippling, and the opposite page a naked blonde girl, pubic hair air-brushed away. One boy reaches over and grasps the other's cock. There is a double-take, and then, wordless, the other boy reciprocates and they are masturbating each other. They come almost simultaneously, little spurts up onto chests and navels.

I was the boy who made the first approach, and Johnny was my little blonde schoolfriend! This was the first of many pleasant encounters between us, before his parents moved out of town.

These memories and fantasies became intermingled with the image of Jeremy, sometimes dressed, sometimes naked in my imagination. I knew this was dangerous and wrong, but there was nothing I could do to stop him filling my mind, and stiffening my cock. And I rationalised, telling myself "It's only fantasies. I'm never going to be so foolish as to touch him."

It was after he had been living next door two or three days that he first used the pool. At least that was the first time I spotted him. I guess I was lucky, just seeing his back as he disappeared down the leafy archway of roses that leads down to the pool. I slipped my sandals on, and followed him. I was not sure why, but the impulse was overwhelming. I was just in time to see him dive in, gracefully and skillfully, making scarcely a ripple as he entered the water. He swam up the pool with a strong "crawl" stroke, and made a wonderful racing turn at the far end: I was treated to a fleeting glimpse of hard little buttocks in white speedos as his legs flipped over, and before he again disappeared in the white water of his swimming. I moved back into the roses so I could watch him unseen, again I was not sure why. Anyway, I watched while he did a counted ten lengths, and then hauled himself out agilely. He had strong arms and shoulders, I noted, and the tanned skin of a lad who spent a lot of his time in swimming trunks. As he got out of the water I was treated to a sight of his cock, outlined against the wet, thin fabric, and I would have sworn I could make out the shape of a knob: he was cut! I shivered. Little Johnny had been cut, too! I felt my cock getting hard. This was astounding! A hard on for a teenage boy! Me!

He lay on his back, drying in the sun, and I stayed hidden behind the bushes like some aged pervert, perhaps half hoping he would take off those white speedos and let them dry. He did not! I was ashamed of myself, and half-afraid of where this might lead, but I could not help looking. When he was about dry down the front and the grey of the speedos had turned to white again, decently covering his little bulge of cock and balls now the fabric was less transparent, he turned on his belly and let me look at his triangular, smooth and bronzed back, and his little bottom with the fabric tight across it. I was very tempted to wank, but decided I had better beat a retreat to the house before I was spotted.

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The next day, I was having my afternoon tea when he came through holding his rolled towel. I was in my own trunks this sunny day, but I had been there a full hour hoping he would pass!

'I'm going to the pool again. You fancy a swim with me?'

I did indeed! In fact I was beginning to recognise that I fancied a great deal more than an innocent swim with this incredibly sexy lad, though that was impossible. Of course it was! He would not be sixteen for three more years! We stood there chatting a moment, and my eyes kept focusing on the bulge in his speedos, the same white ones I had seen earlier. They were tight, as a speed-swimmer's should be, and hid very little really. I was now convinced he was cut, and also he was either aroused or well-endowed for a thirteen year old. Perhaps both. I thought he was looking at my crotch too sometimes, and my cock was at least half-hard and making an embarrassing bulge too. We strolled side-by-side through the rose-arbour, and he threw his towel down at the edge of the pool.

'You a good swimmer?'

I admitted I was: I had made the University swim team in my last year there. That was a long time ago, but I still reckoned I was pretty good! 

'I am too.' He really was a very confident lad, but he said it with a laugh which took the edge off the boast. 'Race you four lengths?'

'OK,'

'OK. On the count of three, then.'

'OK'

'One, two, three'.... and we dived in side-by-side. 

He was good! I was a metre behind at one length, and over all four lengths at least five metres slower. He was standing in the water, up to his chest laughing, but not at me I felt, as I touched the end. 'I should have warned you, I'm in the County Squad.'

'I was in my University team, but am slower now of course. You're fast.' I had heaved myself out and reached down to help him out.

'You wouldn't would you?'

I didn't let him go to splash back in as he feared: to tell the truth I was savouring this very first touch, though it was really only a handshake. We sat side-by-side, dangling feet in the water and I was very aware of his thigh touching mine. I was hard again! But so was he! Neither of us commented, but I knew he was looking at my bulge just as I was eying his discretely....

A few minutes of idle chat, and he needed to get on with his training. 'I should do another twenty lengths. That's my stint for today. Not in full training till September. I can't tell you how useful it is to have a full-size pool and no travel.'

I watched, and gradually got control back of my randy cock as he finished his daily task.

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The weather stayed hot, and that became the programme each afternoon: swim, and a nice chat.

It emerged he was, like me, a bit of a loner without any real close friends. That was by choice as he was quite popular as a good rugby player and great swimmer: he mostly preferred his own company and was also into chess in a big way. Like me he had studied the game, and could discuss Capablanca's openings and end-games as well as anyone I had played against.

Highlights were about day four when he placed his hand on my thigh, and I jumped like a scalded cat. However, I later took that as an invitation to rest my hand on his thigh while we chatted, feeling it smooth and firm, warmed by the sun under my palm. He was quite unconcerned, and also thought nothing of sticking a small hand down the waistband of his trunks to adjust the lie of his cock when it became half-hard. I found myself doing the same to mine. All very innocent, really, I assured myself. I was aware we were becoming closer, more involved with each other, but was able to convince myself there was nothing dangerously sexual there. I guess I should really have stopped then, before it developed further, but as we all know men are driven to follow where their cocks lead!

He was certainly flirting with me, leading me on as they say. I was half aware of this at the time, but it is very obvious as I look back. He was seducing me, not vice versa!

Sitting by the pool, feet in water, me with a hand on his thigh and looking at that clear, tanned chest, with its tiny hard nipples, nearly brown from the tanning of the sun, he looked me in the eye with those bright blue eyes laughing, and a cheeky grin. 'Do you ever swim naked, Simon? I mean in the nuddy?'

I was gob-smacked for a moment and could not find the reply. Of course I did, and especially when I had a party with a few of my gay friends and sex-partners for an evening orgy, But what response to make to a thirteen year old boy with his hand on your thigh, and eyeing a cock hard in your tight red satin trunks? 

'Yes I do sometimes. of course.'

'I'd like that. Feeling free sort of, with the water rushing round...it...them.... Reckon we could swim naked together?'

'That would be nice. But too dangerous. Get us both in dead trouble if seen...'

'I guess so.' 

He was clearly disappointed, and dived in to beat the water the fastest I had yet seen him swim. I was left with even more to think about. Jesus! I'd love to see him naked, that small, straight cock, hairless balls, and his white tan-lined buttocks. I groaned out loud in frustration, but no-one except me to hear.

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As it happened, it was the next morning I actually saw Jeremy naked for the first time, and was entirely captivated by his boy-beauty.  

It was not altogether innocent. Ah well! Let's be honest, I went up into the dusty attic because I remembered you could see into next-door's garden from the window in the roof there, and I thought it might be worth a look. Well, let's be entirely honest! I wanted to see my boy Jeremy sunbathing, because he had told me he did just that most mornings.

I took powerful binoculars with me! 

And I was rewarded: he was laying down on a sunbed, in the alcove behind their garden shed, shielded from his house, but not of course from mine. I focused the binoculars on him, and could see as clearly as if he were sitting beside me at the pool. But, of course, I could really concentrate on his body, concealed as I was. I looked at his thighs, and the bins were good enough for me to make out the light fuzz of blonde hairs there, that I had already touched, if not yet actually caressed. I slipped my shorts down so my stiff cock would be free, though I needed two hands to keep the heavy bins steady. I moved up to his chest, with close-ups of his hairless nipples, and then down to that pretty and exciting little bulge: he had red speedos on, rather like mine. Up now to his face, as he lay back with eyes half-closed, smiling. I had to adjust the binoculars to keep them in sharp focus, and for a moment I thought he might have seen me, because he started suddenly, and I swear he looked up at my window. But I thought I must be mistaken as, beyond all my hopes and dreams, he decided to take off his trunks and sunbathe nude.

I watched, entranced as he slowly drew the tight speedos down, releasing his cock and balls. He raised his arse an inch or so, and slipped them down over his thighs, lifting his legs unnecessarily high to kick them from his ankles. I focused on his cock. I was right: he was indeed circumcised. His cock was white, paler than his belly...which was tanned almost as deep as his chest, showing he liked too sunbathe nude, and promising me many sessions like this! His knob was pink, and his balls as he lay with his legs slightly apart and facing me directly, seemed hairless as yet, or perhaps just the lightest golden fuzz, finer even than the delicate fringe of golden hairs at the base of his cock.

I was in paradise.

But this was doubled, trebled, when he grasped his cock and quickly stroked it till it was erect. It seemed surprisingly long for a thirteen-year-old, but still little-boy slender, as I remembered Johnny and other boys from my own youth. I watched as he wanked, and came over his belly and chest, a streamer of white spunk, which he then gathered on the edge of his hand and transferred to his mouth. The whole masturbation had taken perhaps a minute and a half, but it has been imprinted on me all these months. And seeing him do that, so naturally, and so excitingly, was probably the main cause of my moral downfall. Thank goodness!

Now he turned over, and I had a lovely view of his naked bottom. He seemed to have dozed off, and I set the bins down to wank myself off, a great gusher of cum across the floor and onto the window-pane.

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The next weekend his mother had a house-warming party, mostly army friends of course, but I was invited, and Jeremy was there for the first hour or so.

His mother was very pleasant to me: I wonder what she would have thought of my lustful thoughts! 'I am so pleased that Jeremy gets on so well with you. He is a solitary boy, and always was, and I sometimes worry that he has no real male role-model. You are almost a substitute for his father...'

'I expect he'll get leave soon?'

'No such luck. He may get a week at Christmas, but they really are so stretched at the moment that one tour just runs into the next. It's not fair on them.'

'We have our sswimming in common. And chess, too.' I did not add that we both seemed to be randy males!

'That's good. It's difficult changing schools.'

I managed to get a few minutes with Jeremy, and he was really flirting with me. I think he had been at the punch his mother was serving with the food.

After a few minutes general chat there was the next bombshell....

'You're gay, aren't you, Simon?'

I was gob-smacked again. What shouldI reply? Yes? Bi?  My business not yours?

In fact it was so surprising I just blurted out 'Sure....' 

'I think I am too. But I'm not certain as I've never been with another guy. Or girl come to that!'

'Plenty of time, Jeremy. You're only thirteen. Got A whole life ahead of you....'

'Couldn't we, the two of us...? Just once? It would be nice to know, and I've often thought about it.'

'I hope you're not teasing me, Jeremy?'

He seemed very serious for once as he said, 'No, Simon, I really mean it.'

So here it was: on a plate for me. A dazzlingly attractive teenage boy just asking for sex. Fuckin ell!

'I don't think that would be a good idea, Jeremy. thank you for the offer, which is really appreciated. But not a good idea.'

He was his laughing self again as he added, 'That would be nice. But too dangerous. Get us both in dead trouble if seen...'

'I guess so....'

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A few days later, after our swim. 'Hey, Simon, you've got some terrible tan-lines!'

My trunks had slipped down a bit at the waist, showing my belly, which was stark white compared with my bronzed chest. I pulled them up again to cover the line.

'You should sunbathe in the nuddy sometimes. I do!' He pulled the waist of his speedos down, fluttering his eyelids at me like some tart. His belly was, as I already knew, tanned golden: flat, firm and tanned. His flirting may have been outrageous but his suggestiveness, and the glimpse of that flesh again, was making me hard, and obviously so under the thin fabric. 'Anyway, I'd love to see you sunbathing naked, Simon.'

'Stop teasing me, Jeremy!'

'That would be nice. But too dangerous. Get us both in dead trouble if seen... Same again! Anyway it would be only fair if I did....'

I did not ask myself what he meant by that last comment until the evening, when I went over the whole conversation again, stroking my cock. I really had the hots for this boy now, and was not helped by the knowledge he was hot for me too. Jailbait..... I really would have to do something to break my obsesssion with him before it got the better of me. perhaps I should go away for a few weeks. I'm a writer by profession and can work anywhere...

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It rained the next Sunday, one of those hot, heavy, overcast days we get in summer, and I sat in front of the tv drinking beer and watching old baseball tapes all morning. I was sweating, even naked to the waist, and was probably a bit tipsy when Jeremy appeared carrying his chess set. Let's be honest: I was at least three-quarters drunk! He looked as tasty as ever in his scarlet speedos, but with a too-short t-shirt as well, bare-footed as usual around the house and garden. 

'Give you a game? I'll give you a couple of pawns if you like, or a knight.'

'Cheeky monkey. We'll start square, but I'll be white. And no need to bring your set another time. I've got a lovely one here.'

'I guessed you've got a lovely one in those tight shorts. But chess set?'

'Cheeky. Set them up then.'

As usual we played in silence: he had the advantage over me as my mind kept wandering to that tousled blonde head and those slender thighs. He was also the better chess player and it did not take him long to get me in a real mess, himself in a winning position. I was drinking beer, too!

I was taking longer and longer for each move as my plight became more desperate, and he took to wandering around while I tried to work out a response, and made it even more difficult for me as his tight speedos promised such hidden delights. 

I finally moved a piece, tentatively, and he, standing behind me reached over me moved his knight. 'Check!'

I studied it. Hopeless! 'Mate in two moves whatever I do!'

'Correct....'

I picked up my king and carefully laid it on its side.

'You're too strong for me, Jeremy. And I'm pretty good....'

'I don't often get beat....'

'Jeremy...'

'Yes....'

'What did you mean when you said it would only be fair?'

'I meant you had seen me naked, so it would only be fair for me to see you too. I can imagine, but would love the real thing....'

'When?'

'You know as well as I do, Simon.' He laughed. 'The other day when I was sunbathing I caught the glint of your binoculars, and when I looked up I could see your shape at the window. I decided to put on a show for you. Hope you enjoyed it. I certainly did knowing you were looking at me while I jerked off. I don't blame you. I would have if it were you laying there and me at the window....'

I leaned back on my chair, two of its legs off the ground, reached for the half-full beer bottle and was just taking a swig when my chair tipped over backwards and I hit the stone floor hard. I brought Jeremy down on top of me, and there we were on the floor, the chair, me, and then Jeremy in a sandwich, a tangle of arms and legs, and beer dripping all over us. Jeremy was laughing, and I caught the infection, giggling too. I was pretty drunk in fact!

I realised that stuck in my face were those disturbing scarlet speedos, and right across my nose and chin the bulge of his cock and balls. Without thinking I gently mouthed the shaft of his cock through the shiny nylon. I heard him groan somewhere far off. I just had to! I managed to free a hand and pulled the elastic of the trunks to one side so his naked cock was in my face now. I sucked on the side of it, feeling it stiffen as I did so. Now the knob: I found the knob and slid that into my mouth, the rest of the shaft following.

Fingers were fumbling at my crotch, and seconds after his cock entered my mouth I felt the warmth and wetness round my own cock which told me that he had reciprocated and was sucking me.

I forgot even to caress him I was so excited, and my whole being was concentrated on that hard little shaft slipping in and out of my lips as he fucked my mouth. I was dimly aware of his tongue teasing the front of my cock, and his hand cupping my balls. Then a muffled groan from him, half-smothered by my knob between his lips, and my mouth was filled with his cum, silky and bubbling. I was coming too, and I heard him gag, surprised I suppose by how much more spunk a grown man makes than a boy.

We lay there, astounded at the passion and pleasure, and perhaps too at our daring in flouting convention and the law.

Finally we disentangled ourselves from each other and the chair.

'We're covered in spilled beer, Jeremy. We'd better shower.'

'Together?'

'Why not?'

'Nice. But dangerous. Get us both in dead trouble if seen.' He was laughing at me, reminding me of the weeks I had resisted the temptation of a willing young sex-partner.

'Then we'd better make sure no-one does see!'

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Showering together he chattered away non-stop: I guess he was overexcited by his first real sex and made hyper by the closeness of another naked male body. And perhaps the sound and feel of my needle shower made him want to talk, just as it makes me want to sing! I could scarcely get a word in edgeways....

'That was just great....I'd always wondered and now I know....great...just the best...really. And you've a great body, Simon, especially here.' He giggled. (He was soaping my buttocks for me.) 'Real strong here, a swimmer's arse all right....I want to do it again....look, feel, I'm getting hard again. Oooh! That's nice.' (I had been soaping his arse, and slipped the tip of my index finger into him). 'Hey! You're hard too....It was so good when you came.... warm and slippery and so much....loads....I always lick mine up when I cum but that was ace....filled my mouth. Did I cum loads too? It felt like it....biggest cum I ever had....you suck lovely, Simon, great...We gonna do it again, Simon? Let's do it on the bed, and take longer so we can really enjoy....'

While he was babbling on and soaping my back, thighs, buttocks and of course my cock and balls, I was soaping his body, an excuse to feel every inch of that firm young flesh. His bottom was perhaps his best feature, as he said of mine a swimmer's buttocks, muscled already, small, hard, and jutting slightly from the developed muscles. He would look good kneeling, arse spread and open! I felt round his balls, tight in their hairless sack, and gently soaped the shaft of his cock, stiff again, soap making foam in the light blonde fuzz at its base.

We stood under the luke-warm water to let the soap wash away, and I held him in my arms whispering I don't know what in his ear. Then we kissed. I have found later that a lot of boys will have sex but do not want to kiss, and I can't remember kissing any of my schoolboy sex-partners all those years before. But Jeremy loved it! And his tongue was into my mouth almost before mine was in his. We stood there kissing passionately, a long instant, cock against cock as we embraced.

'Bed then......'

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Our first sex had been passionate and thoughtless, urgent with the lust of the moment. This was slower, more memorable, and more satisfying.

Now he had learned to kiss that was what he wanted to do. We lay our lips crushed together, tongues fighting each other for possession of mouths, side-by-side, him on top of me, me on top of him.

'I love to feel the weight of you...'

'You have such lovely silky skin, Jeremy...'

'Kiss me again...'

I felt his hand slip between our bodies and grasp my cock: I reached down and found his. Our kisses were even more passionate, but I wanted more. I kissed his neck and licked along the length of his shoulder blade, and then down over his chest to find a nipple. This I kissed too, licking round it and feeling it stiffen under my tongue, nibbling it my teeth guarded inside my lips. He groaned and I could feel his body wriggle under me. I sucked at his other nipple. More groans, and his fingers in my hair clutching at my skull. Down now with my lips, and my tongue inside his belly-button , tickling it so he giggled. Close up there was a fine fuzz of blonde hair in a treasure trail down his belly, so fine you would not see it unless inches from it. Down then over his flat belly, through the golden triangle of  pubic hair, and licking the inside of his thighs, where the skin was smoothest and silkiest, and the sun-tan lighter.

I felt his hands clutch harder around my head as I licked his ball-sack, almost naked of hair except again the finest of blonde fuzz, and popped one little ball into my mouth. I wanted his cock, but there was no hurry! 

I turned him over so I could enjoy his back and bottom, study and learn the contours and textures, I lay on top of him, my cock resting in the crease of his arse, and kissed the back of his neck, where the blonde hair of his head gave way to the smooth flawless back. He shivered as I traced patterns on his back with the tip of my tongue, and then round and round his bottom cheeks. Swimming had made them firm and muscled, still boyish in their smoothness and roundness, but masculine in their strength. I thought how good it would be to slide my cock up into him. I wondered how he would take that, and remembered my first time, no older than Jeremy, when Mr Cohen had fucked me for the first time on his marital bed while his wife was out shopping. It had hurt, but I had borne the pain as a stage on the path towards manhood, and I had loved the man and delighted in the pleasure he found beteween my buttocks.

But Jeremy might not! There would be pain, there always was the first time  and especially when the boy was thirteen and still small and tight. I parted his buttocks and kissed his anus, a pretty little secret rose. I slipped my tongue up him, and he giggled. "That's nice". I thought with horror at the explanations to doctors and surgeons were I to split that anus or rectum while buggering him. So I just rimmed him for a few minutes and enjoyed his wriggling beneath me.

But I wanted cock! So I turned him over and took his erect penis between my lips. This time it was more prolonged and in a way less passionate, but he moaned and groaned and panted, and his hips heaved up and down as I sucked and bobbed up and down on his cock. He learned to control my rhythm with his hands clutching my hair. I cradled his balls in my hand and squeezed so gently, and he came, and I felt the warm, slippery cum fill my mouth. I swallowed and allowed his cock to rest, still twitching, several minutes in the warmth of my mouth. It stayed hard. (Oh to be thirteen again!).

Later, 'Do you shave yourself, Simon?'

'I've had my arse, balls, and cock electrolysed. That's permanent. My chest and belly and under-arms I get waxed.'

'I like you smooth....' He was stroking my arse, fingering the hardness between anus and balls as I lay on my belly. 'I think I'll get mine done too.'

'You'd better wait till you leave school, or the boys will have some fun at your expense. In the showers I mean.'

'I hadn't thought of that. I'll bet there's one or two who'd like it though.' He giggled at the thought. I felt his hands parting my arsecheeks, and then his lips on my arsehole, the velvet of his cheek against the flesh of my thigh. He rimmed me nicely, and I felt the tip of his tongue slipping in and out as I had just taught him. 'Turn over now. It's my turn. I hope you've still got plenty of cum for me, Simon.....'

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The courtroom was packed. There was no malice in the Judge's  voice, just a cold efficiency. 'Disgraceful in a man of your age and standing.....groomed....a promising and lively lad....perhaps ruined....repeated acts of gross indecency.....shameless....taking advantage of the absence of his father in the service of this country....innocence of mother....example of you....five years in prison.....'

I woke in a cold sweat. The nightmare had been dreadful, but I recognised it as a warning and decided then and there that, delightful as sex was with Jeremy, it just had to stop. The only question was how to do it so as not to hurt him, and above all so he would not seek revenge. Through the day I worked out a "script", and decided that after the break with him it would be best to vist my friends in San Francisco for a few weeks, work from there.

But all my good intentions were forgotten the next day when his mother came and chatted in the garden. She looked very attractive in a loosely tied halter top and cut-off jeans. You could see where Jeremy got his colouring and also his good looks. And she had a hard, sexy body: I could see her breasts would be shapely and firm and not too big: just the way I used to like them in fact...

'I've come round to ask you a big favour, Simon. My sister is having her second baby, and is having a bad time. The first was difficult too, and now they want her into hospital at least two weeks before the birth. Her husband, George, is in the middle of a huge building project, and it isn't easy for him to take time off work, so they want me to go and look after the toddler and George. But there's Jeremy. I think he's old enough to look after himself for a bit, but it would be great if you could keep an eye on him, drop in from time to time. He treats you more like a father than a neighbour already!'

'More like a lover,' I thought, but didn't say. 'He's not fourteen yet, and I believe it's illegal now to leave a child under sixteen alone, unattended. Better if he actually stayed at my place: I could fit up the spare room.'

'Oh you darling! I could kiss you!' And she did, the first woman to kiss me in years, and very nice too!

Two weeks alone with my sweetie! Spare room be-damned. Satin sheets on my king-sized double bed!

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We dropped Hellen off at the airport and as it was the first day of half-term holidays Jeremy was in the seat beside me driving back.

'Not while I'm driving, Jeremy, nice as it is.'

He removed his hand from my crotch, where he had been groping me. He giggled. 'When we get home then. In bed on your satin sheets, and all the rest of the day!'

'Sounds good to me. Give me one of those pills in the dashboard and we can do some at night too!'

'I don't need them!'

'I didn't when I was thirteen. They're good now, though, if you want me to play all day.'

For about ten minutes Jeremy was silent, unusual for a boy who mostly chattered away all the time when he was with his adult lover. Then I understood why, as the rather hesitant question came out.

'Someone at school said that gays fuck by putting their cock in another guy's arsehole. Is that right?'

'Sure.'

'Have you done it?'

'Sure. Often.'

'Like, put your cock in another guy's arse? Or had one up yours?'

'Both. Lots of times.'

'Doesn't it hurt? I mean to be fucked in the bottom?'

'It does at first, but after a few times it's great. It's like a lot of life's pleasures, you have to learn to enjoy it, and then it's great.'

Simon was quiet for a bit. I was, to say the least, interested in the course this conversation was taking.

'How old were you, Simon, the first time you were,' he hesitated, '....fucked?'

'Oh, I'd have been thirteen, your age, Jeremy.'

'And was it a schoolfriend or a man?'

I could guess he was getting to grips with the question of size: easier to be fucked by a boy than a grown man. I could see how his mind was working. 'It was a friend of my parents, a big guy with a lovely big cock. They left me with him for the weekend while they went to a family wedding, and I finished up in his bed. Luckily!'

Another silence while the boy digested this. 'Just like you and me then. Reckon you could teach me to like it? I'd like to try at any rate.'

'Sure, when we get back we'll do it that way if you really want to.'

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You would think he had not had sex for weeks he was so eager. In fact, as I knew very well he had come twice at least the day before (in my mouth that is, quite apart from any wanking he might have doine in his bed at night). He kicked his shoes off at the door and scampered across the room and up the stairs, shedding clothes as he went. I had a lovely view of his naked bottom, sun-tanned now, as he ran up the stairs in front of my steadier progress. He was already laying on the bed, legs apart, and hard little cock standing for me, as he watched me undressing. I was hard too, partly the viagra I guess, but mostly the effect his naked body always had on me.

I could feel his eyes watching my arse as I turned to go to the bathroom to get the baby-oil, and again on my cock when I returned to the bed. He rolled over on his belly, arching his back slightly so his arse was rounded and jutting. I felt my cock twitch and knew there would be precum soon.

I lay the baby-oil handy on the satin sheet and fondled his bottom. He must have expected me to fuck him immediately....

'Be gentle, Simon. But I'm going to do it even if it hurts. Right to the end. I want to learn....'

I just kissed him in the small of his back as reply, and then let my tongue wander down over firm little buttocks, tracing circles on them. I parted his cheeks, and there was that pretty little anus again, pinkish-brown and like a tiny flower. I kissed him there, and he wriggled his bottom with pleasure. My tongue now, penetrating, and feeling him grip on it.

'I love it when you rim me.'  He had learned the word a few days before! 

I licked and kissed for several minutes, sliding my tounge in and out and round and round, his smooth thighs pressed to my stubble chin. I could feel his body relaxed where it had been tense and fearful before.

The oil! I flipped the cap and dripped some into the crease of his buttocks, watching as it ran down and made his anus glisten, seeping onto his balls as well, shiny as if they had been shaved. I put a few drops onto the fingers of my right hand and closed the cap again. I penetrated him again but with my index finger, as far as the first knuckle. I felt his anus tighten on it and then relax again as I started to finger fuck, finding his prostate, smaller than a man's, and pressing on it with each insertion.

'That's nice...'

'For me too, Jeremy.' Still masturbating his bottom-hole I lay beside him and turned him on his side so I could kiss him at the same time. He was even more passionate in the embrace than usual, and I felt for his cock with my free hand.

'Lovely and hard, Jeremy. I must be doing something right....'

'I think I could come with you doing that, Simon. It's great. And you're hard, too.' He was holding my cock. 'You going to fuck me with this soon.'

'You want?'

'Now!' 

I had two fingers in him now, and without removing them I turned him back on his belly with a satin pillow under him, one leg straight out and the other bent. I kissed his bottom lightly...it really was irresistable so smooth, tanned and firm.... and knelt between his legs holding my cock in my free hand. I still had fingers up him and the crease of his bottom was still quite oily enough I thought. Still holding my cock I slipped my oily fingers out, placed my knob over his arsehole and leaned to put a little pressure on it, working it up and down and round and round just a tiny bit. He groaned with pleasure.

'We all like the feel of that....' As I commented I had a sudden thought. If he cried out in pain the window was wide open and it could carry a long way. Too late now! And in any case Hellen was away and the nearest people were likely to be a hundred yards off. And my cock was demanding its pleasure! I leaned hard, my knob slipped easily in, and I felt his whole body stiffen with the pain: he did not scream but I could see him biting into the satin pillow. His arse contracted and gripped me almost painfully. I waited till the spasm passed, and pushed until my whole cock was in him and my thighs rested on his warm skin. Slowly at first I fucked him, only speeding up when I felt his body relax under my caressing hands, and I knew the initial discomfort has passed, as it does. I held him close, licking and kissing the back of his neck, and just moving my hips to fuck. Then I realised he was no longer biting the pillow, but was making little panting and squeaking noises with each thrust. I raised myself on my elbows and gave it to him as hard and fast as I wanted, crashing into his bottom with my full weight. 

It has taken a minute to tell, but it must have been ten minutes, and I had to control myself twice to avoid coming, but finally I just had to, and I came with five or six gushes inside him, each with a great thrust of my hips. He had been quiet for a minute or two, but after I came he looked back over his shoulder and I could see he was smiling. My cock still throbbed in his bottom, but I was myself still too.

'You said it would be ok...'

'And?'

'It was. Better than that. I'm afraid I came all over your nice pillow...'

'My sweetie!' I kissed him.

After we had showered I put a video on, one of my favourites featuring a truck-driver and a boy hitch-hiker, Russian. I chose it because it was a man and a boy, but also because the guy wears a condom, and I wanted to tell Jeremy about the need for a condom if he fucked anyone else but me....

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That became almost a routine over the two weeks of our freedom. I would fuck him, probably he would come and if not I would suck him off. Then a video, and then a long sixty nine. When Hellen returned, it would just be the fucking.

Apres-sex in November, laying on my bed before showering.

'Your father will be home soon...'

'Not yet. December 20th. He'll have four weeks leave and then four weeks training at the base before he goes back.'

'I think I'd better not be around when he's here. Your mother hasn't noticed anything, but he might not be so innocent.'

'I'll miss you, but I think you're right. In fact I was going to suggest it.'

'I'll visit a friend in San Francisco. I can work there just as well as here.'

'Fuck-buddy?' He was learning the lingo, partly from me, partly from the internet, and partly from dvds.

'Yes. And his partner. Two nice guys, and old friends.'

'I'll have to think what to do for sex while you're away. Don't want to return to Mrs Palm and her five daughters.' He laughed, and kissed his hand.'There's a boy in my class who is always following me around, and I bet I could have him.'

'Good-looking?'

'Mmmm. In a wimpish sort of way. He's a bit girlie, with longish hair and very sexy lips. Very slender, but nice smooth skin in the showers, and a big cock: he's like me, nearly always hard in the showers.'

'Probably gay then. I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll give you a key to my house and tell Hellen I'm paying you to keep an eye on it when I'm away. You'll have somewhere to play then.'

'I love you, Simon.' We kissed. 'You won't be jealous?'

'Never, Have all the fun you can get. You'll find life goes by very quick...'

We lay silent for a bit.

'Simon...'

'Yes?'

'Do you ever have girls?'

'Used to. Not for five years now. Been a cock-hound for five good years.' I stretched down  and fondled his half-hard prick.

'I only asked because my mother was on the phone to one of her army-wife friends yesterday. They were talking about the men coming back and how randy they felt for them. Then she said something about you...'

'Yes?'

She said she had a neighbour, landlord actually, she had the hots for. Said she could fancy a fling with him any time. Then she laughed, and I think the other woman was probably telling her about sex she was having with someone while her man was away.'

'That's interesting. Would you mind if I fucked your mother.'

'No, or I wouldn't have told you. And you always say men should leave the jealousy bit to women. Hey! You're hard again. come on, fuck me again before we shower....'

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