Chess & Cock by (c) Hamilton Joyce. Mm

When my Grandmother died my parents inherited her big house in the Essex and decided to sell up in Cornwall and move in there. It did not much matter to them where they lived as Dad was seldom at home anyway. He was a geologist and usually off in South America, South East Asia or some such other remote location where it was not practical for a wife and son to accompany him. It mattered to me, of course, as a fourteen year old boy has a large investment in friends, his hard-won status at school and so on. I was not consulted.

So here I was in a strange locality, not countryside but leafy outer-and-outer-London suburbs really, our neighbours wealthy bankers, footballers, half-successful pop-stars, B-list celebrities, all the sort of people you find in these big, flashy houses in the Stockbroker Belt. it was nice, however, to have a large room to myself and above all the indoor swimming pool. However, there seemed to be no other boys in the neighbourhood. I was rather isolated.

I had been successful at my school in Cornwall, a minor public school (for non-UK readers that's a fee-paying establishment outside the State education system). I was going to take 12 subjects at O level when I reached fifth year at sixteen, including Latin, Greek, French and German in all four of which I was already quite accomplished, and my Tutor at school had arranged for me to add Spanish saying that with good Latin and French it would be easy for me to reach exam standard in Spanish in two years. Don't think I was just an academic wimp: I was also in the under-fourteens school rugby and cricket teams, and a good swimmer. But my real passion was chess, and I loved the competitive chess matches played between schools in the West Country.

All that security and achievement seemed at risk with our family move.

My mother found a school for me, but it was a bus and then a tube journey away: I would be spending two hours a day travelling to and from, and would be cut off from the companionship of classmates. Oddly enough that did not worry me too much as I have always been something of a loner, quiet and reserved. The school was in the real London suburbs which had the advantage that I could sometimes get into London after school. Importantly for me there was no problem with continuing my Classical Greek and Latin, as well as the modern languages of course. I soon found that sporting standards are higher in the West Country than Essex, and I slipped without any problem into my age group's rugby team. Within a few weeks I was accepted in the new school, no longer a stranger, neither popular nor unpopular, and to be honest largely ignored except by one or two boys who gradually were becoming friends. More of them later!

The journey did not seem too bad as I was able to do quite a lot of my daily homework reading. The only drawback was the need to change from train to bus: sometimes I would be lucky and the wait would be a few minutes. At the worst it could be nearly forty. It was this wait in a bus shelter outside the station that was one of the main influences on my young life.

There was a public lavatory a few yards from the bus stop, a grubby breeze-block built place set in among overgrown bushes and badly needing a coat of paint to brighten up the patched and peeled corporation-green of its woodwork. I was in the habit of going in for a piss each evening on the way home. It was ill-lit and frankly rather dirty and smelled of disinfectant and urine, so it was quickly in and out! One winter's evening, however, I needed a crap sufficiently urgently to enter one of the five cubicles. I chose one at the end, where the light was best. When my eyes became accustomed to the gloom I could see the white-painted walls were covered in pencilled and felt-penned drawings and words.

At fourteen I was very highly sexed as all boys are at that age. I was constantly getting a hard-on, and even the vibration of the train or the bus was enough to do it! But I was not interested in girls. No-one had ever told me about masturbation but I had discovered it all by myself about a couple of years earlier, and now jerked off every night before going to sleep and every morning before getting up. If I thought about anything when wanking it was the bodies of the boys in showers after team games on Wednesday afternoons, or after the Saturday inter-school matches. I loved those  communal showers, and always (I really mean always!) got a hard cock looking at the cute boy-bodies. Some boys started calling me gay, and a couple of other lads who also sported stiffies in the showers. A bloody nose and a black eye for the worst offenders soon stopped that bullying!

But I knew that I was not like most of the others! They really did have an interest in female bodies, and their fantasies were all about girls just as mine were about boys.... not men. Not yet!I began to think I might be gay. Sometimes that worried me, but mostly I was able to say "What the hell" to myself: it was my business, not theirs! It helped that I was a loner and rather inward boy, without a great need for companionship. The ethos of the school was frankly homophobic, and I went along with the majority, sometimes feigning an interest in tits and cunts, and even making anti-gay comments. We were all cowards at that time, us gays, or nearly all. I had, however, only the haziest idea about what gays did to each other. We had been given our "Sex Education" by the unfortunate biology teacher Mr Blenkinsop who had drawn that short straw as a result of his specialisation. The poor fellow's shambling mess of a double lesson would have been amusing if it had not been deeply embarrassing! His short fat figure and funny Welsh accent did not help either: homosexuality was not mentioned at all in the one-off address, and there were no questions during or after the lesson.....

The wall of that toilet was an education in itself. Here were drawings of men having sex, crude but informative. Here were short anecdotes about sex, some of it heterosexual but most of it gay. Here were telephone numbers. Here were invitations to meet in these self-same toilets from gay men and even two guys who favoured dressing in stockings and women's knickers. I finished my crap, my cock was hard, and I started to jerk off while I studied this encyclopedia of gay sexuality. Finally I sat down and decided to bring myself off. I was about to finish when I heard a low voice say "Beautiful!" I looked up. There was no-one looking over the wooden partition or over the door. Again, "That's lovely!" It was then I saw that half-way up the partition between my cubicle and the next there was a hole about half an inch across drilled right through. Still rubbing my cock, which was on the edge of cumming now, I stood up and looked through it, squinting with one eye. There was an eye on the other side.

Someone had been watching me jack off! Horror and shame filled me, and I pulled up my pants and trousers and rushed out. It was possible he had not seen my face, so I ran all the way back to the bus-stop before mine, and got there just as my bus arrived. Panting I got on it and was in my seat upstairs when it stopped outside the station, by the toilets at my usual stop.
It had stopped to pick up a good-looking guy in his early thirties, blonde hair, dressed in a charcoal grey suit and with a slim briefcase. He looked like one of the city businessmen. I immediately realised he was very probably the guy in the next compartment.

That night when I masturbated I was thinking about his nice wavy blonde hair and what looked like a slim, athletic body under his smart and well-cut suit. I wished I had stayed to see his cock too as he was certainly jerking off looking at me.  I had a nice big cum! 

David Hunt too jerked off that night, thinking of the beautiful blonde boy he had watched in the toilets. He was kicking himself for scaring the lad away just as he was about to cum but had watched for ten minutes and seen enough to fix in his memory that slender body, hard little cock, and lovely triangle of fine golden curls. David was recently divorced: his young wife had caught him in flagrante delicto with a young black guy called Cedric who had the most lovely bubble-butt and David had not stopped shagging even while his wife was shouting at him!. She was supposed to be visiting her mother for the weekend, but had come back without telephoning first. The divorce had been no fun, but he was well shot of her and now realised he should never have married. He was certainly gay, not bisexual. He made do with adult males, but his dream-lovers were teenage boys. He had a few sessions with rent-boys you could find sometimes on the ring-road or out in the industrial estates at night, but these were less than satisfactory. It was also dangerous in this country nowadays to have sex with under-age boys. Apart from the probably negligeable risk of being discovered by the police there was the more real chance of being black-mailed. He had decided instead to use his generous leave for two trips a year to those countries where boys were available, cheap, and low-risk. At the end of the month he was off to Ukraine, where there were street boys and lovely blonde ones at that, according to his favourite fuck-buddy Jerome who had been there on business. Between shags Jerome had given him details of the best places to pick up boys and even some sketch maps of the places for boys, rates to pay for various "services", and a few phrases in Russian to establish what he wanted from them and for how long.....

To watch a boy in the toilets had been a bonus, but even that was a bit risky and not to be repeated! 

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The next afternoon I went into the toilets immediately I arrived at the bus-stop and chose the middle cubicle. There was a peep-hole here as well, into the one that had been occupied by the blonde voyeur. I waited in hope but nobody came. I read the new selection of wall-porno and jerked off, leaving just in time to catch my bus. From then on I jerked off in there most afternoons but was not lucky enough to have any company again: I think I was too early as the guys who wrote on the wall probably were city workers on their way home after work, several hours after me.

I made a friend at school. Jimbo was keen on chess like me, and we used to play in the lunch-time break. We both had portable chess-sets and each game lasted weeks, usually on his board. There was also a series of games played in the evenings using Yahoo Messenger and webcams: each of us had a board set up with a cam focused on it. We sent messages using the usual chess notation, but also made each move on both boards which made it easier to study the situation and decide on the next moves. I also read books on chess and was working through the best games of Capablanca, the real chess genius of a couple of generations before, making sure I understood the logic of each of his moves and each of his opponent's before moving on to the next. Jimbo studied the Grand Masters too and we knew we were good already, better than all the older boys in the school team. We were never beaten by other school boys, but were about equal to each other, which made for better chess.

Jimbo was no good at games, but of course had to do them Wednesday afternoons, and I used to feel sorry for him as he so obviously hated it. He told me he used to be able to get out of Games at prep school by feigning asthma or migraine, but that did not work here where they were much more suspicious and demanding. He looked ok in the showers though! And he was one of the boys I enjoyed watching, about three inches shorter than me, even more slender, and very dark complexioned with black hair, and very fine straight pubic hair. Like me he had a little fringe there, but only a light fluff on his balls. I often saw him looking at me too, especially when I went hard as I usually did in the showers, and he was normally hard there as well. His cock was about the same size as mine, say five inches, but was much darker skinned than my almost white shaft, almost brown in fact as if some  ancestor had been black, and his knob was almost purple and sort of pointy, while mine was pink and more mushroom-shaped. I thought his was more handsome than mine, and often fantasised about it while I was wanking. He was one of the boys who benefitted from my violent reprisals against any boys who teased us about getting woodies on! 

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I sometimes used my tube-pass to go into town for a couple of hours after school and enjoyed brousing in book shops in Charing Cross Road and the side streets off it. The prticular day I'm writing about I had been looking for chess books as usual but had found a collection of Martial's short epigrams. I already knew enough  Latin to see they were funny, scurrilous, and full of sexual details. They were only twenty pence and I was happy to have bought them. I also found that the toilets at one of the main-line stations were paradise, each cubicle large and spacious with a really heavy wooden door and no gaps under or over the walls, so it was completely private. The cubicle was dry and very warm, well lit too. but had the usual smell of disinfectant and faintly of urine. The fittings on the door were very old brass, and the seat was mahogany. I doubted it had been changed for a hundred years. The walls were grey marble, but covered with graffiti, and there were two holes just at eye height as one sat, and a third higher up. It must have taken ages to grind them, but each was a full inch across and probably at some time in the distant past started as screw-holes for toilet roll holders and a coat hook. I pulled my trousers down and was soon hard, reading the short anecdotes. I noticed there were lots about men seducing boys, and also lots from men who were desperate to be fucked. Some were very weird, wearing ladies lingerie or wanting to be tied up and whipped. It was a bit of an eye-opener for a young lad, but very exciting. Then I heard the door next to mine slam shut, and through one peep-hole saw a suited business man, complete with black brief-case, ease his black pin-striped trousers down. He was quite old and had greying hair, but he had a magnificent cock. This was the first adult cock I had ever seen hard, and it made such an impression on me I can still recall it if I shut my eyes, among so many cocks since then. It was cut, with a large purple knob, not quite straight but curving back towards his hairy belly, and it seemed very broad and long to me (though it was probably about average in fact), had large veins running up it like ivy up a tree, and grew from a tangled mass of ginger hair with some white strands. I watched as he stretched his legs out and started to rub his hand up and down the shaft. I was doing the same.

After a bit he leaned towards the wall and I knew he was looking at me through the second peep-hole, His hand moved faster up and down his cock and so did mine. It was exciting being watched, especially as I felt so safe in my locked little room and soon I could feel I was about to cum. I was glad I was sitting down as I had the largest orgasm of my young life, enough to make me feel quite faint.... I was still not squirting properly yet, but my usual dribble of clear fluid welled over my fist. I heard the guy swear softly to himself and it was clear he had seen me cum, and I then watched as he came, a great jet of white spunk high into the air and spattering on the floor in front of him. Still he jerked at his cock, and his legs rose from the floor as a second strand jetted, and then a third. I watched while he wiped his cock on a white handkerchief, pulled up his trousers, and was away very fast.

I had come but was still hard as I crammed my cock back into my pants and did up my trousers. I was about to leave when tiny, very tidy letters in black biro, high up on the mahoganny door, and scarcely visible against the varnished background caught my eye. "MSN Mess Ollie700@hotmail.com for C-2-C". I soon worked out what c2c meant and jotted the address down inside the cover of the book I had just bought.

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Oliver Farrow had eaten his microwaved supper, showered, shaved and was sitting in a silk dressing gown in front of his computer. He would later watch some porn but first logged into MSN Messenger to see if any of his buddies were on-line yet.

I had continued my chess game with Jimbo, only one move each tonight as the situation was getting complex and interesting, finely balanced. I was still thinking about tomorrow's move when I remembered the book and the address I had pencilled inside. I would need to download Msn Messenger and open an account. It was easier than I thought (I had already got Yahoo Messenger and the process was similar): and I was careful to use a suitably anonymous name this time though: I chose 100boymarc13 and when I was up and running took a deep breath and typed in ollie700@hotmail.com.

Two of his contacts were on line and Oliver was about to message one when the window opened.... that looked interesting especially if it really was a boy of 13 called Marc. So many adult guys pretended to be teenage boys, and though that could be fun for a bit, there was never any webcam and sooner or later he rumbled them and the illusion was spoiled. He would then block the guy. But, you never know, one day it might be a genuine teenage lad! He quickly made himself invisible to the others so as not to be interrupted, accepted the invitation and typed 'Is that Marc?'

I knew that I should not be doing this: all the advice we are bombarded with at home, in school, on the telly, in the papers say it is dangerous; but it is anonymous and there is no way he could ever find me in the real world, so after a moment's hesitation I replied, 'I saw your id on the wall in a London Station. I hope that's ok....'

'It certainly is! I left it there just so guys could contact me.'

'Cool!'

'Have you got a webcam?'

'Yes. It's not on though.'

'Would you like to see mine. It's on?'

I hesitated again. this was the real thing, and exactly what they warned against. But I had not used my real name and he could never find me..... And I did like looking at big cocks (I had only seen one so far!).

'Please.'

Oliver quickly slipped out of his dressing gown and sat there naked: he was already hard in anticipation. This really might be a boy! Oliver had a thing for boys, probably because he had been de-flowered at thirteen by a guy called Simon during the holidays and then had enjoyed sex with many of the boys at his boarding school, what they charmingly called a tart. Nowadays his sex was mostly with guys he found in bars and clubs around the City where he lived in one of the new waterfront apartments, with occasional excursions to the leafy squares and parks which for generations had been cruising grounds, but his ideal was still the teenagers with whom he had tasted the first fruits! But in these days of witch hunts against pedos it just was not on. Like many guys who lusted after very young boy-bodies, he waited till his holidays in various Asian countries where under-age gay sex was at least tolerated, and boys were plentiful, cheap, and very sexy. On-line was safe though as he had studied various anonymity options and was sure no-one could trace this pc.

He was already hard, but directed the cam at his face and naked torso.

I accepted the video link and saw a dark-haired guy with a bare chest. He was fairly dark-skinned, sort of Mediterranean sun-tanned skin, looking very fit and handsome with lots of lovely black hair on his chest and round his nipples, which were small and brown. He had a pleasant grin, and lovely smile with gleaming white teeth. I immediately thought he looked nice, but was really quite glad that his cam was still decent and not naughty. I felt safer that way. He had a heavy gold chain around his neck that I would have found naff except that on him it really was very sexy.

'You're very fit!' I could see his arms and shoulders were muscular without being gross like a weight-lifters, and he had nice pecs. I could feel my cock stiffen like it did in the showers, and for the same reason.' 'And very handsome! I like the necklace! How old are you?'

'I'm 27. Is your name Marc?'

'Yes, and I'm still only 13 though I'll be 14 in March.'

Bingo! thought Oliver. Finally he had found a boy on MSN, or rather the boy had found him which was even better! The boy had a webcam so Ollie would soon know if it really was the holy grail, a teenage boy, and not a tired old bugger pretending.

'Where did you find my id, Marc?'

'High upon the door in the toilets at a station.'

' I've left my id in a couple toilets actually. Is that the one with two holes in the wall.'

'Yes'.

'I remember it. I watched a guy jerk off next door, and he watched me.'

'I did too....'

'Lucky man! Did he cum much?'

'Lots! A huge stream of it, three in fact. I came too.'

'I'm not surprised he came lots, with a boy to watch as well! Can you switch on your webcam?'

There was a gap of about a minute and Oliver worried that he might have scared the boy off, but then the cam was on. He saw a young boy, blonde haired and with a shy smile, half-scared, half-embarrassed by what he had done. The boy was bare-chested, and Oliver suspected he too was in fact naked. He could hardly wait to see the rest of that young body, but knew he must be patient.

I looked at the two windows side-by-side, Oliver dark, hairy and muscular, me still slender, blonde but still sun-tanned from the summer, hairless chest of course, and my nipples even smaller than his and less brown, more pinky-brown. But my arms and shoulders looked ok, I thought, not skinny like Jimbo. It's funny, but I had not really looked at myself until I was on webcam, until I could see what another person could see. I decided I looked ok!

Oliver could scarcely believe his luck; this boy was a dream with his innocent shy smile and his lovely smooth, hairless body, slender but not thin. He had lovely, wavy blonde hair a bit on the long side (yummy!) and his lips looked very full and sensual. 

'You are very good-looking, Marc!'

'Thank you.'

'I had never thought of myself as being handsome, but this was the second guy who had said so... the first being the blonde guy in the toilets with his "lovely!". Since then I had noticed some men looking at me in that special way that said to me they fancied me. One had even winked at me in a side street off Charing Cross Road, but he was rather fat and greasy looking, and I pretended not to have noticed. Now if it had been the guy from the toilets that first afternoon.... well, who knows? Then there was Jimbo and a couple of Senior boys. They both looked at me that way too. So probably I was good-looking. Great!

My cock's hard, Marc: is yours?'

'Yes.'

Oliver could see the boy was jerking off by the movement of his upper arm and shoulder: it was a slow and luxurious motion and there was that smile on his lips and a sultry look in his eyes. This boy would be very, very sexy if encouraged the right way.

'Would you like to see my cock, Mark? I can move the webcam.'

'Please....'

Oliver was encouraged to see the boy lean forward closer to the screen and Oliver could see very clearly hard little nipples. He was obviously keen. What a find this was, randy and willing. At least so far.'

This was only the second hard adult cock I had seen, and the first in glorious close-up. I decided it was a much sexier cock than the one in the toilets, and also that black hair was sexier than ginger. He was sitting at a slight angle so I could see his cock in profile and as I watched eyes glued to the screen it gave a little twitch. There was a tiny drop of clear liquid in its eye and as I looked some ran down over his purple-red knob. The cock twitched again as I studied it. It was straighter than the other guy's, dead straight in fact, and less veiny. I guessed the guy was younger and probably really was 27. All this time I had been stroking my own cock, but not on the webcam.

'May I see yours, please, Marc?'

I was momentarily hesitant: mine was so much smaller and perhaps he would laugh at it. That would be so shaming. But finally I moved the webcam, dropping it as I did so, so it showed the ceiling and then the floor. As I picked it up my buttocks appeared on the screen: I set it up so it showed my cock and balls, my belly and my thighs.

That fleeting glimpse of the boy's bottom from between his legs had nearly made Oliver cum, but he managed to control it. One day soon the boy would be showing them properly, even spreading them for him to admire the little secret rose of his anus. Soon! Soon! But better to let him progress in his own time.... The prick was lovely, between four and five inches with a pale pink helmet, and itself a sort of nearly translucent white. It was so pretty, and his little hairless balls, the boy had a tiny fringe of golden curls, the webcam good enough to show each fine hair clearly....a boy body to die for.

'That's lovely, Marc. Could you move round a bit so I can see your cock a bit side-on, in profile. Oh yes! That's beautiful.'

'I'm very small.....'

'No, not for 13 nearly 14. I bet there's not many in your class bigger.... Do you see them in the showers?'

'Yes. But mostly they are not hard so it's difficult to tell.'

'Do you get hard in the showers, Marc?'

'Fraid so.'

'I used to as well! Now I'm going to jerk off....Do you want to watch?'

'Please....'

'You do it too, then. We'll do it together.'

I watched as Ollie rubbed his cock faster and faster, opening his legs so he could finger himself behind his balls with his free hand. Then without warning there was a stream of white liquid through the air, most of it landing across his hairy chest as he leaned backwards in his chair. It was so exciting that I felt myself coming too in my best one so far, but with no spurt of cum. A second stream of cum from the man's cock, most of this falling on his belly. Then the liquid just oozed out of the eye, which seemed bigger now somehow, and ran down over his fist.

Oliver knew the boy had cum by the way his legs had involuntarily stiffened and the cock had swollen in the last moments, but there had been no spurt, just a dribble of clear juice. It was a memorable moment for him. A boy to risk jail for? Tempting, but he knew he would not: better the anonymous chat, and save the real thing for those countries that had not yet succombed to the paedophile witch-hunt. The boy's clear cum reminded him so much of when he had masturbated and later sucked Rodney and Rodney's cousin. They were all boys together then and there was no risk. Rodney had moved on, grown up, now preferring muscled guys and his cousin was married apparently. What was the cousin's name? Forgotten.... so many boys back then.....

'That was a good one, Marc!'

'For me too, Ollie.'

'It would have been nice if I could have done it for you and you for me. Have you ever done it with another boy?'

'No. I've thought about that while I was wanking though....'

'If I send you a pic will you promise to delete it after you've looked at it.'

'K.'

I opened the pic immediately, and it was brilliant, two boys sitting side by side leaning up against a bed-head with their trousers open and half pulled down. They were one blonde, one dark-haired, and I immediately thought they looked like me and Jimbo! They had hard cocks, and each had one hand on the other's cock. The blonde boy had even less hair than me, but the darker boy was about the same as Jimbo: I guessed they were thirteen like me and my friend.

'That's great!'

'You know any boys who might like that with you?'

I thought a moment, and remembered how Jimbo, and Sean and Jacko, both senior boys, sometimes looked at me in that certain way.

'There's two or three I think would, but I don't know how to begin.'

'Why not just ask one if he wanks off and say you do. Then when he says yes... which he should because everyone does...say you've often thought how nice it would be to do it together with a friend. Take it from there. I'm sure you'll get some fun that way.'

Ollie had to leave then, but we arranged to be online together the next evening.

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'Check.'

'Fuck! I didn't see that coming. It's mate in two moves isn't it, Jimbo?'

'Yup. Not like you, Marc. That rook to rook five was a disaster for you. Not concentrating?'

I was silent a moment, hesitating, but there's nothing like chosing the right moment and this was it.

'Can I ask you something, Jimbo?'

Jimbo looked serious: Marc was being serious. Something was worrying him.....

'Of course...'

'It's just to ask if you jerk off. You know, masturbate. I mean I do morning and night and......' My voice faded away as I couldn't think what to say next. But Jimbo's reply was instant and there was an eager tone in his voice.

'I do too. It's great, isn't it.'

'Yes, it's great all right. But I keep thinking how good it would be to do it with another boy. I mean with you, Jimbo.'

'I'm the same, Marc. I sometimes think about you when I do it. Is that gay?'

'I don't know. I think gay and straight are just labels in any case. Shall we.... I mean would you like to do it together? There I've said it.....'

'Where?'

'The old sports store... it's warm and no-one ever goes in there. In any case I checked and we can jam the door so no-one could interrupt. We could scoot out of the back window.'

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The roll of black gymnastics mat was where I had left it, so we could sit with our backs to the roll but our bottoms on the soft rubber. It was lovely and warm, though it smelled dusty. We sat down side-by side and I undid my belt, unzipped and pulled my trousers and pants down to my knees. Beside me Jimbo did the same. There was just enough light from the dirty window-panes to see his thighs, belly, cock and balls I had often seen his cock in the showers and often seen it hard like this, but never dared to reach out to hold it before. I did now. It felt like mine, but so different, so other, and my heart beat with excitement as he held mine too. I could hear the pulse beating in my head, just above my left ear. It was so loud I wondered if Jimbo could hear it too.

'Let's jerk each other off.' I started to rub his cock gently, his foreskin slipping up and down in my fist. He did me too, and we rubbed each other in complete silence. I put an arm around his shoulders so we were touching, and he rested his head on my shoulder. It was a moment you can only describe as romantic, exciting yes, but beautiful too.

'I'm going to cum!'

'Me too!'

Jimbo panted and his legs arched, and I knew he was coming. I came too. There was no boy-juice from Jumbo as yet and just a tiny dribble from me, but also for me a huge, exciting orgasm coursing through my body. I thought I might faint it was so powerful.

'Jeez! That was a big one.'

'Me too. My biggest yet!'

We pulled our pants up, checked we both looked decent and sidled out of the store.

'Do you think that makes us gay, Marc?'

'Who cares? I know it was better than doing it for yourself.....

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'I did it, Ollie. I had another boy and we wanked each other.'

'Was it good?'

'Brill.'

I described it to Ollie in detail and described Jimbo's nice cock and that he had more hair than me.

'Did you delete that pic?'

I hesitated, but finally, 'No. But it's well hidden.'

'Make sure it stays that way as I'm going to send some more of the same two boys.'

These were even more exciting as the two boys were naked, kissing, hugging, rubbing their bodies together, and finally wanking each other while they hugged and kissed. there were six pics.

'Jeez! That looks fun!'

'You reckon you could do that with your friend?'

'He's as keen as me. Even more prob.'

Do it with him then, and tell me how you got on. Now let's watch each other jerk off, Marc.

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'No chess this lunch-break! Let's go straight to the store-room.'

As we walked fast round the back of the gymn I suggested, 'Let's undress completely this time. It's safe enough, and I think that would be very exciting.'

'Oh yes, Marc, I'd like that. Better keep our shoes on though in case we need a quick getaway!'

Somehow it was much sexier watching Jimbo undress in that secret place than in the locker-room with all the other boys. There was something forbidden and  a bit guilty about it, but doubly exciting because of that. We undressed very fast, nearly tearing our clothes off and stood looking at each other, naked. The trail of fine dark hair from his belly button down over his flat belly drew my eyes down to his pretty cock,standing so straight and proud, and almost brown. After yesterday that cock was mine to feel, fondle, rub, and bring to its climax. Jimbo moved an inch or less towards me and we were in each others' arms, hugging and caressing bottoms and backs feverishly. I could feel his cock hard against mine and his hands on my bottom pulling me closer. We were not kissing, but had our lips on each other's necks. He lifted one leg, pushing it between mine and pushing up agaist my balls. I nearly fell over he was so passionate.

'Let's lay down!'

Immediately we were all over each other again as if we had been waiting for this all our young lives, our legs intertwined, bellies rubbing against each other to stimulate our cocks. I had never kissed anyone before, not properly, but almost without thinking my mouth sought his out. I felt a moment of tension in him, surprise perhaps, but then his lips melted into mine and opened so my tongue could slide inside. I felt him hug me even closer and then his tongue struggled to enter my mouth. I wanted his cock! I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything, and I forced my hand betweeen us and grasped it. I felt and heard him gasp, and then his hand was on my cock too. Our mouths still glued together, and in my case my eyes closed with sheer ecstasy, we wanked each other. A strangled cry told me Jimbo was coming, and then it was my turn and I came too.

I looked at him and he was smiling, and I think I must have been too as we just stared at each other in a mixture of amazement and delight. We kissed again, but less passionately now.

'It gets better every time, Marc.'

'Mmm. You've got a lovely smooth skin, Jimbo. I love this part here.' I was stroking the inside of his thigh, and allowing my hand to brush against his tight little balls as I did so.

'Do you think that makes us really gay, Marc?'

'Probably. who cares?'

'I think I love you, Marc? Do you mind?'

'I think that's sweet, Jimbo. But we better get dressed again.' I was not sure what I felt for Jimbo. Certainly I lusted after his body, wanted his cock and his lips: but love? I was not sure what love was. He was exciting, and perhaps that was enough. I did not reply that I loved him.

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Evening I was online even before Ollie, and full of my news, telling him how good the naked sex had been.

I knew that Ollie was leading me on, but I enjoyed chatting to him about sex, and watching how his cock twitched and leaked clear pre-cum as I told him my adventures. I had my cam window alongside his so I could look at my hard cock as well, and I was rather vain about it, thinking it was handsome, tall and straight, and with a helmet sort of flaring out. No wonder Ollie, and now Jimbo too liked it!

'So it was good laying naked with your friend?'

'Best yet!'

'Next time try this! I'll send you a pic...it's the same two boys.'

The pic was an eye-opener. the blonde boy, naked, was leaning over his darker friend and was actually sucking at his cock. That was exciting enough, but the second pic was really great, with the two of them side-by-side, naked, each sucking the other's cock. I thought the darker boy's bottom was really sexy, tanned and firm....

'It's called sixty nine. You can guess why.'

'That's the shape they make. I think I'm going to cum!'

'Cum, Marc, and think about doing that with your young friend.'

Ollie's hand was flying up and down his cock, and that plus the pic I had in a window at the bottom of the screen, and the thought of doing that with Jimbo, and I came. For the first time there was a little squirted drop, not white, but clear like Ollie's pre-cum. I came and he squirted high in the air, hitting his cam, where it dripped down over the lens.

'I made some juice, Ollie, some cum.'

'I know. I saw. It was lovely! Are you going to suck your friend tomorrow.'

'I think he'll want to suck me too.'

I said goodnight to Ollie and logged out, and then into my non-sex chatroom. Jimbo was there. I set the cam up on the chess set.

'My move, Jimbo? Knight to rook five.'

'I thought you would do that. I've got my next planned. It's bishop to queen three.'

'I'll need to think about that! Carry on tomorrow night?'

'Sure! I just jerked off, thinking about lunchtime today.'

'I did too! That was a great session. Have some more tomorrow?'

'Sure! better than chess!'

'Yup.....'

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We went straight from lunch to our secret hideaway and were stripped naked in seconds. 

'I've been looking forward to this all day.'

'Me too, Jimbo.'

'I didn't jerk off this morning so my cum would be bigger.'

'I just had to, or I'd have been walking about all morning with a woodie thinking about you, Jimbo. Kiss me like yesterday.'

'Let's lay down and kiss like that....'

We were a bit calmer than the day before and I was certainly concentrating on enjoying caressing and fondling Jimbo's body while we lay mouth-to mouth. His hands were all over mw as well, though mostly squeezing and kneading my bottom: I was doing that to him as well, cupping his rounded and silky buttocks in my open hand. The moment seemed good and I broke away and immediately licked and nibbled one of his nipples. They were browner than mine and had just a faint fuzz of fine hair around them. The nipple went hard like a little grain of wheat as I kissed it.

'Jeez! That's sexy, Marc: I can feel it right down to my cock...'

I let my lips kiss and lick down to his belly, sticking my tongue into his navel, and then tracing the line of almost invisible fluff down to the triangle of fine black hair. He moaned in pleasure and was feeling my shoulder muscles. Now the main event! So I slipped my lips over his knob and swirled my tongue around it as I sucked. I felt him tense, just as he had the first time I kissed him open-mouth, but then he relaxed, and I felt his hands in my hair holding my head in place.

'Jeez! You've no idea how good that is! Oh yes!'

The last panted phrase was as I let his cock slide into my mouth till my nose rested in that pubic fleece. I fluttered my tongue up and down the front of the shaft and then started sucking properly, letting him slip in and out, but always keeping his knob in my mouth.  I cradled his near-hairless balls in my hand and saw that, like mine, they were tight inside their sack still, not like Ollie's, big and dangling loose.

'Let me too, Marc. If we lay side by side I can suck yours too.'

'That's called sixty nine, Jimbo.'

'Don't stop!'

The feeling of warm wetness, and the closeness of his body, this was all wonderful, and I can still remember what a fantastic sensation that first blow-job gave me. It did not take long! Jimbo came first and I could taste some cum. Then I came almost immediately. We lay in each others' arms, still sucking cock, for several minutes it seemed.

'You came in my mouth, Marc, and I could taste it.'

'I could taste yours too, Jimbo.' Laying there I felt a closeness and tenderness for my friend: I realised that this was what they called love. 

'I love you, Jimbo. I really do!'

'And I love you too, Marc. I don't care if it means I'm gay. I love you and want you.......'

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Oliver draped his dressing gown over the back of the chair and sat naked: the black satin gown made a good backdrop for camming contrasting well with naked flesh. He turned up the standard light and logged on to Messenger a quarter of an hour earlier than usual. That boy Marc had become an obsession and the evening webcam was now the high point of his life. Not long now! Soon he would be on holiday and he promised himself day and night sucking and fucking for three whole weeks. He had already bought a good supply of viagra and those little Asian boys would do the rest! His mind wandered off and he imagined himself picking up a beautiful brown-skinned boy in the street and taking him back to the serviced apartment. There they would shower, soaping his smooth, silky-skinned body, soaping his tight little balls and his half-hard cock, his bottom, and the lovely crease betwen his buttocks. The tip of a finger into his anus to tease him, Then drying him in a big fluffy towel and with a hair dryer. Then to the bed the two of them, both with hard cocks by now.....

His reverie was broken by the light showing Marc was on-line. Quickly he made himself invsible.... didn't want any interruptions.... and typed his greeting.

'We had our sixty nine, Ollie.'

'And?'

'It was great. Best yet! You know, Ollie I tell you all about my sex with Jimbo but don't know anything about you. What do you do?'

'Sex-wise?'

'Yes!'

Ollie thought a moment, hesitating. But why not? It was completely anonymous.'

'I've a couple of friends I have sex with, one I've known since I was at school. But what really turns me on is teenage boys.... especially beautiful blonde boys like you. Of course boys are much too dangerous in this country so its just the webcam and jerking off thinking about you.'

Ollie had set the cam up today so the whole of his body, face, shoulders, chest, belly and thighs were visible, and only his feet cut off. Marc could see him fingering his cack, hard as usual and very sexy looking. He adjusted his cam so the whole of his own body could be seen, the two windows side-by-side at the top of his PC screen.

'It's a pity we can't talk, Ollie, but my parents might hear. they are downstairs watching the telly.'

'We've got better things to watch, eh Marc!`

'Not half. What do you do with your friends?'

'Mostly I fuck them and suck them off. They are both what we call bottom, which means they like to be fucked or to suck cock mostly. I'm mostly what we call top: I like the active role.But sometimes I like to get myself fucked.'

'With other guys, not your main friends?'

'There are bars and other places you can always find guys who want sex....'

'Have you been having sex long? I mean how old were you when you started?'

Ollie watched as the boy stretched his legs and ran his right hand up and down his nice little cock. Should he make up a glamorous story or tell him what actually happened? Why not the truth?

'When I was your age I was into fishing. I still am actually but it's fly-fishing now. Anyway back then I used to cycle to an old dis-used jetty and fish off the end. Often I caught good fish to take home, and sometimes even enough to sell some to the fishmonger. Anyway, there were usually one or two men there, including one young guy who always arrived in a battered white van which he paked up a hundred yards from the jetty. He always chatted, and sometimes gave me some of his bait. He was called Simon. 

'When it was hot Simon used to wear just an old pair of khaki shorts and beat-up sandals. He always looked quite sexy with longish blonde hair and a few days' stubble on his chin. Often when I jerked off at night I was thinking about his muscular shoulders and arms and his golden-hairy chest, but most of all his huge thighs and the bulge of his cock and balls: sometimes if I was sitting down and he was standing talking to me I could see up the leg of his shorts and catch a glimpse of his knob. I really fancied him.'

'I know the feeling, Ollie?'

'Do you, my angel? Well, it happened like this. I'd been happily fishing for about an hour, enjoying the sun on my back, when quite quickly the sky went black and there was a rumble of thunder.There was that strange smell of dust you get in a summer thunderstorm and a sudden flurry of wind. I knew we were in for a down-pour and was resigned to getting soaked.  Simon left his rods propped up and the lines still in the water. As he passed me at the double he yelled for me to come with him and take shelter in the van. I left my rods too and scarpered. A moment before I got there the first huge raindrops started and it was like an arrow-shot each cold splat on my warm skin making me scream but also laugh. The back doors of the van were open and I managed to scramble in before the heavens really opened and the rain was like stair-rods. 

Simon was already sitting with his back against the metal, and I saw that there were in fact plenty of cushions all over the floor. As Simon closed the van doors I pulled up a couple of those cushions... more like bean bags really... and sat down propped up against the wall. The rain made a huge rattling noise against the roof of the van but we were nice and comfy, and dry. The rear windows had been blocked with silver foil, but there was just enough light from the hatch between us and the cab for me to see Simon. Again, as he sat with his knees bent I could see up his shorts, and in this position not only his knob, but one of his hairy balls. I felt my cock stiffen, and bent my legs too. I wasn't wearing pants either and guessed I might be giving him a similar show. I probably was, as even while I watched I could see his cock swelling and filling the front of his shorts. He adjusted it so it was upright, completely openly and shamelessly,  and I could no longer see his knob, but had an even better view of his balls, so big and so hairy. The cock looked very large as it stretched his khaki shorts.

I was still panting a bit from running, still almost laughing from the shock of the raindrops on my bare back, and I found I was giggling.

'Funny?'

'It's just that I could see your knob, Simon, but now I can only see your balls.'

'Well, I can see yours, too, Oliver, and very nice too!'

'I can see you're hard as well....' I was flirting with him terribly, but you must remember I'd fantasised about him all that summer, and he really was very handsome!

'You like?'

'Oh yes! And you've got me hard too.'

'I can see.'

He threw a couple of pillows beside me and joined me my side of the van. Immediately he had his hand up the leg of my shorts and was feeling my cock. It was like an electric shock as he touched and then gripped me, the first hand on it other than my own!

'I can't see it now, but it feels lovely.'

'As he spoke he was pulling at my belt with his free hand and when the buckle opened I raised my bum so he could pull my shorts down.  I was naked except for my trainers. Can you rmemember the first time you felt a mouth on your cock, Marc? With your young friend.'

'I don't think I'll ever forget....'

'Well it was like that for me too that first time. I had thought about it so much, especially at night, and now here was that warm, wet feel on my cock and then on the front of my cock as it slipped between his lips. I can remember I had one hand on each of his shoulders and could feel the  golden hair all crispy there under my palms as he started to suck me. He slid a hand under me a bit and pressed me on the hard place between my cock and my balls, and then I knew he was holding my balls. His head bobbed up and down on my cock and I must have closed my eyes. Then I felt his finger pressing on my tight-closed arsehole and that must have triggered me because I came. He must have known I had come although I don't think there was any spunk yet because he gradually slowed down until my cock rested in his mouth. I was still hard.

'We sat like that for a long time, and then I realised I had not even seen his cock yet, so I started to fiddle with the belt on his shorts till he laughed and half stood up.... he was too tall to stand upright in the van. He undid the belt and allowed his old shorts to drop to his ankles, kicking them away. That was my first hard, full-grown cock, Marc.'

'It comes as a bit of a surprise, Ollie!'

'A nice surprise though.'

'He was a big guy: did he have a big cock?'

'I certainly thought so, but I expect it was about average really. However, to a thirteen year old boy it looked huge, magnificent, standing so hard and proud. He had lots of golden hair there, and his balls were covered in golden curls, hanging and swinging free. But it was his cock that fascinated me, and especially his knob, purple-red and much wider than the shaft of his cock. Like a forest mushroom I thought, and giggled. He knelt in front of me as I sat propped against my pillows, and his cock was only inches from my face. I reached and held the shaft in my hand, which was too small to completely close around it. As I looked at it in wonder a drop of clear pre-cum welled up in its eye and dripped down over the purple helmet. Without thinking I pulled myself closer, pursed my tongue, and licked the clear fluid. A thin strand joined my tongue to his knob for a second and then broke. Still on auto-pilot I opened my mouth and forced his knob between my lips. He was almost too big for me, but it went in, and an inch or two of his shaft as well.I put my arms around him, holding onto his bum to steady myself: that was hairy as well under my palms. I felt his hands holding my head, and I started to suck him. I found I could get more of his cock in my mouth if I let it go sideways into my cheek, and he started to move so all I had to do was suck while he gently fucked my mouth. It did not take long and I heard him groan almost as if in pain, and then my mouth was filled with his thick, silky cum. I nearly gagged with the first squirt, but swallowed and swallowed and swallowed as there was more and more. It tasted salty, and I loved it.

'Finally he finished, and pulled out: he was one of those guys who go sensitive after cumming.'

'I don't.'

'Nor do I, Marc. We're lucky, but you'll find some guys do. Anyway it was nice sitting together my head on his naked shoulder and chest while we told each other how good it had been, and how we would do it again every chance we got.'

'That was a lovely story, Ollie, and very exciting.'

'You like the idea of a man-size cock then, Marc?'

'If the guy was handsome, like you, Ollie, I think I would really like to play. I've only ever seen two: that's yours on cam and once in the toilets at the station where I saw your messenger id.'

Ollie sat back, astounded. there it was, plain and simple. He could have this dream of a teenage blonde boy just for the asking. The boy had as good as offered his body to him. He had experienced little-boy cock and had seen adult cock but what he wanted was man-sized cock. 

'I wish we could, Marc, but it is just too dangerous especially for the man. It's just something to dream about.If they caught us it would be jail for me and care for you!'

'It's a shame, but it's better to be safe I suppose. You know, I thought that guy Simon would fuck you in his van.'

'That came later, another day.'

'so he did fuck you?'  

'Yes, my first.'

'Did it hurt. I've often thought about it, but it must hurt, surely.'

'He got me prepared. Each time we sucked off he slid a finger up my bottom to open me up. Later it was two, and then three fingers and I was ready. You could practise that way if you want. It's very nice. Do you have any baby oil... that's the stuff to help the fingers slide in and out.'

'I think there's some in the bathroom cabinet.'

'Well if not they sell it in all chemists. Baby Oil. And a carrot makes a good sustitute for a cock when you want something bigger than a finger, and you will after a few tries I bet you.' 

'I'll try that, Ollie.'

'I've been on the edge for ages now, Marc and I've just got to cum.'

'Me too.'

I watched as he gave his cock two more strokes and then the cum really flew, some of it hitting his forehead and some on his face. Most of the second and third squirt made streaks across his chest and belly.

I typed, 'I'm going to taste cum one day, Ollie. I've promised myself', and with a couple of strokes I came myself, though there was only a little dribble of clear juice, rather like Ollie's precum.

Ollie smiled when he saw the boy raise his fist to his lips and lick the little drops...... he was learning quick.

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It was Friday, five days after Ollie told me about anal masturbation, that I was next able to chat with him. I logged in at seven as usual. 

'Hello again, Marc. I was afraid I'd scared you off!'

'No. After we chatted I chatted a bit with Jimbo and just after we ended that my modem failed and I've had to get the PC repaired. It's very old now and you'll have seen how slow it is, so my mother has promised me a new laptop for my birthday in March.'

'Glad it's nothing worse! I was worried you might not have enjoyed the anal stuff I was talking about.'

'No that was great. I'm OK with two fingers now, and a big fat carrot. I bought some baby oil so I could leave the stuff in the bathroom in case my Mum noticed it going down. It was difficult at first, but I like it now.'

'That's good. I've got my dildo here. want to see?'

'I'd like that Ollie.'

'Watch this then.'

I watched as he put the dildo close in front of the camera, and I could see it was cock-shaped though with quite a pointy helmet (a bit like Jimbo's actually but much, much bigger, bigger even than Ollie's cock). He squeezed from a tube onto it and rubbed it over it, and then wiped his fingers into the crease of his arse, sitting with his bum sticking out over the front of the chair so his arsehole was free of it. I could see his arse was very hairy, like his balls, and his legs were strong like  rugby player's. Momentarily I wondered what Sean Jarvis the man-mountain who captained our school first fifteen would look like stripped like Ollie.

'Not baby oil, then?'

'Baby oil's much better, much more slippery and sensuous, but you can't use it with rubber.' He held up the dildo, red and glistening now, with a wide base that I guessed was to stop it getting lost inside (I was careful with my carrot!). 'Oil rots rubber, and you'd better remember that if you ever use condoms'.

I stored the info away like all the other gems and advice Ollie had given me over the weeks. I wondered if I would ever use a condom (old Blenkers had told us about them, but only for sex "with your wife"). Then it was really exciting as he pressed the end of the dildo to his bottom, slipping even further forward in his chair, and I saw it penetrate. He sighed and his hairy thighs lifted a bit as the rest of the dildo slid in. Now he pulled it slowly out, and pushed it in again.

'I'd like one of those'.

'There's a few shops in Soho but I got this off the internet.'

'I've seen them but you have to be grown up to go in, and dad fixed my PC before he went away so it doesn't let me into adult sites. Anyway I haven't got a credit card!'

'Have to stay with the carrot then!'

The dildo was moving in and out faster now and precum was really running down his cock as he jerked it with his other hand. I could see that he was pulling at his nipples with his free hand and realised I was not the only guy who got a thrill from stimulation there.

'I love this, Marc.'

'I can see that. You're really hard and there's lots of precum already. I don't have precum and nor does Jimbo, but I want to taste it one day, and the real cum too'

'Are you stiff, Marc?'

'I'll set the webcam at my cock and you'll soon see! Do you want to see me play with my bottom-hole?'

'Please. pretty please!'

Oliver watched as the boy stood up and turned so his bottom was towards the cam. As he moved there was an instant when his cock was in profile and the watcher could guess it was in fact about five inches and very, very stiff, so stiff that it was nearly vertical, nearly touching his hairless belly. The little balls were tight in their sack, and Ollie thought how good they would look with one of his cock-straps lifting them and pushing them forward. He made a mental note to take a strap with him on holiday to fit to some of the boys he intended to enjoy. He watched as the boy bent forward a bit and parted the cheeks of his bottom, one little hand on each cheek. The boy's bottom was only lightly tanned, much less than his back but had been in the sun that summer at least for a bit. The bottom was lovely and firm, not at all adult yet, still little-boy slender and with something almost feminine in the smoothness. Teasingly, Marc pulled his cheeks well apart and Oliver nearly came as he had his first view of the holy grail, the hairless little-boy anus, pinky-brown with little creases like the petals of some exotic flower. How he would have liked to place a wet kiss upon it before pursing his tongue to rim the boy, penetrating with the tip of his tongue and hearing the boy giggle, as they always did, and seeing him push backwards for deeper penetration as again they always did. Oliver took his hand away from his cock as he was very close to cumming with this show, and that would spoil everything!

'That's lovely, Marc, and I'd love to kiss you there.'

'Gross!'

'Don't knock it if you haven't tried it. It's really great for the guy who is kissing and licking and even better for the one who is being sucked, especially if the tongue is slipped in. Us gays call it rimming.'

'If you say so, Ollie.'

Oliver still did not dare touch his throbbing and twitching cock as he watched the boy smear baby oil onto his anus and into the crease of his buttocks till it gleamed in the strong lights the boy had set up for his webcam. Then Marc slid two fingers up his bottom, and started to wank his cock again with an oily hand now. In and out the fingers slid and once when they came out completely Oliver could see the boy's anus was open: he was completely ready for sex. All Oliver would have to do would be to suggest a time and a place and the boy would give his pretty little bottom to the ravenous male, and love it as well! Tempting, so tempting the tight arsehole of a thirteen year old virgin boy, seduced and eager for the complete act. But too, too dangerous! Was ten minutes of real ecstasy worth risking years of confinement in prisons where men who were in for fucking boys were given a particularly hard time? He could stand the inevitable gang-rapes (indeed that might well be the up-side!), but not the beatings, piss in his food and so on. No, not worth it. Not long now and he would be enjoying athletic little Asian boys in perfect safety. He would be able to tongue arseholes, suck little-boy cocks, and fuck tight little bottoms until viagra-induced energy finally ran out. Not long now.

'That's so sexy, Marc.'

'There's a place, just there, where if you press on it you can feel it right through your bottom, balls and cock. It's great.'

'All men have got that, and no women. It's why men like to be fucked, or at least part of the reason.' 

'I think I'll try the carrot.'

Again the little boy's anus gaped wide only to be filled by the carrot, which was moved rapidly in and out while his hand flew up and down his cock.

'I want to cum, Ollie.'

'Me too. Turn side on so I can see your cock and the carrot in and out. See I'm side-on too. Just two more strokes and I'll cum. You really got me horny tonight, boy. Jeez, I'm cumming.'

Marc watched as the streamer of white cum flew, almost to the ceiling it seemed, and then his own was cumming and for the first time there was a real, proper squirt which fell to the carpet at his feet.

'Jeez, that was good, Ollie. and I came properly, with a real squirt. That's my first ever.'I looked at my fingers and the carrot. 'Messy, though, a bit shitty!'

'There is a way of washing there so it's clean: it's called an anal douche. I used one just before logging on. Hold on a mo and I'll show you'.

I watched as he sat down again and held it up close to his cam, a yellow light-bulb shaped plastic bottle with a long white nozzle on it. The bottle looked as if it would hold a pint and the nozzle was about three inches long. 

'It's simple. You need to crap to empty your arse. Then you fill this with water by holding it under water in the sink, squeezing the air out and letting it fill. Then you stick the nozzle up your bum, and squeeze all the water into you, take the nozzle out and leave the water in for a few minutes before sitting on the toilet and getting rid of it all, water and any bits and pieces left over. And there you are squeaky clean for rimming and fucking.' 

'I need one of those, Ollie. where do you get them.'

'Same places as the dildos I'm afraid, Marc.'

'Bugger!'

'You could try making one I suppose....'  

' I might. Look, we've been chatting for ages tonight, and I want to see how Jimbo is. He's been off-school all week and I ought to have chatted half an hour ago.

'You going to show him about finger-fucking?.'

'Monday I hope. Bye for now. '

Bye.'

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Monday Jimbo was back at school. Friday, Saturday and Sunday we had chatted on line, and moved our chess game on until it was obvious to both of us that it would be stalemate. We did not start another as it was more fun to talk about us, and our delights together.

All through the morning it had been difficult to concentrate on lessons and I kept looking sideways towards jimbo, who had the next desk to mine. Every time our eyes met he smiled, I smiled, and sometimes I caught him licking his lips. We decided to skip lunch we were so desperate after a week's absence and almost ran around the various buildings and along muddy alley-ways to our secret place. No sooner had I jammed the door shut than we were in each others' arms kissing hugging, pulling shirts out of trousers and sliding hands up under vests to feel naked chests, rubbing trousered legs together and feeling the hardness of cocks.

I broke away from the delightful embrace and quickly stripped off my shirt and vest and then my trousers and underpants. Jimbo was almosr as fast, and we lay down together. kissing and hugging again.

'I've missed you, Marc. i was so afraid you had gone off me....'

'I'll never do that, Jimbo: I love you.'

'Mmmmm. let's suck!.'

I reached for my jacket and pulled out the baby oil I had put in the pocket.

'What's that?'

'You'll see.'

While Jimbo lay on top of me sucking at my cock and fingering my balls I pulled a heap of clothes under my head and supported placed a wet kiss on his pretty anus. Then within moments I was riumming him and penetrating with my tongue.

'Jeez! That's sexy, Marc. Oh yes! That's good.'

'Don't stop sucking me!. and I'll lick your bum some more for you.'

This went on for a bit, and then I tipped some oil onto my fingers, and thence into my arsehole with one and then two fingers.

'I've got two fingers in my bottom, Jimbo!'

'Wicked!.'

'Stick your finger up me, Jimbo. I've been doing that all week while wanking. It's great!'

And that's how we started finger fucking, which soon became the never-to-be-missed accompaniment to sucking.

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Marc's mother was quietly pleased when he came home from school one Tuesday to say he wanted to stay at his friend Jimbo's house for the weekend. Jimbo's parents were going to Ireland to a family wedding, and Jimbo did not want to go. His mother worried about leaving him alone in the house for three nights, but his father said he was a sensible lad, though it would be better if he had a friend to keep him company so that was settled. Marc's mother looked forward to three nights, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and two whole days to enjoy the company of the sturdy young policeman who had been fucking her in stolen half hours for the past six months. The thought of a whole night with his rampant cock and muscled body made her wet and excited, and more than cancelled out any worries she might have had about two thirteen year old boys alone for the weekend. Her Marc was a sensible lad, and capable of travelling by bus and train across the London suburbs, even into Central London from time to time. They would be OK and the opportunity for some real steamy sex was too good to be missed. We are used to the idea that the cock can over-rule the brain, but so can the cunt!

I caught the strange glint in her eye and did not understand it, but it was enough for me that she agreed saying only that I must make sure my mobile was charged, and to phone her immediately if there was any problem. 

Wednesday and Thursday our lunch-time sex was particularly hot as we explored what we would do in three nights and two days of privacy and comfort. The Friday we did not go to our store-room, saving it all up for the evening and started a fresh game of chess instead, the first for some time. 

After school Friday it was only a ten minute walk from the school to Jimbo's house, a large Victorian place in a big garden.... we were there inside five, so keen! And we were on his bed naked five minutes after that and straight into our favourite sixty-nine position, side by side.

It was a delight to be on a soft, comfortable bed with my lover in my arms, and no thought of risk, no half-listening for footsteps outside the door. I sucked on his cock and he on mine until after a bit I wanted to lick his balls. They had just a little fuzz (Jimbo complained they itched sometimes: it would be a month or two before I got that balls-itch that showed the fluff was becoming hair!). I saw the skin of his sack crinkle as I licked, tightening over his little balls. I took one of them into my mouth and he moaned, the sound half-stifled by my cock in his mouth. Then I licked down over the still-smooth hard place between nis balls and his arsehole. I wanted his pretty arsehole! I bent his body a bit and could reach it to plant a wet kiss, then to rim it in a circle with my pointed tongue and finally to penetrate him with it. He giggled but pushed his bottom towards me to get more. My hands cupped his firm, tanned buttocks as I slipped my tongue in and out like a tiny cock.

'My turn now!'

Jimbo let my cock slip from his mouth and his lips were on my arsehole. I could not reach his  now but was eager to suck his cock again. So I sucked and he rimmed me for several minutes.

'Put your fingers up my bum, Marc. I love that.'

'Got any oil?'

'I'll get it.'

It was wrapped in a face-cloth in a drawer by the bed. I watched him tip some on his fingers and spread it in his arse-crease, and then slide two fingers up his own bottom.

'Oil mine too!'

He smiled and gave me the bottle, I oiled, and then we lay down again, this time kissing mouth to mouth. 

I rolled us over so Jimbo was on top of me. My cock was crushed betwen us, throbbing against my belly, but I could feel his pressed against me between my balls and my arsehole. I raised my legs and clasped them over his back. In this position his knob was pushing against my anus and the feeling was very very sexy. I realised that the slightest push and it would be in me. I reached down and held it, oily and hard, and worked the knob around my anus. We were still kissing but I broke off to whisper 'Push it, Jimbo. It feels so good.'

I don't know why I whispered. Perhaps it was because this was the really forbidden act, and one I had wanted desperately for so many weeks, and had enjoyed sometimes in my dreams.

It was very simple; he pushed and his cock slipped in. It was not as broad as my carrots so there was no pain, just that feeling of fullness and the knowledge that the boy I loved was loving me physically in the most profound way. I could feel he was all the way in, up to his balls.

'Jeez, Marc, that's good!'

'Fuck me now, Jimbo. Do me as hard as you want. Do me as fast as you want. But just fuck me.'

I had my arms and legs clasped around his back and we kissed passionately as he banged up and down. I loved it, but of course it was too short this first time and he was coming. His strokes got longer and slower but more powerful as he came and I guessed that each of them finished with a squirt (or at least a dribble!). Finally he stopped and I unclasped my legs. He was still up me.

'That was the best yet, Marc.'

'It was good for me too.'

'You haven't come have you? Are you going to fuck me now, Marc?'

'Let's have a shower and after that......

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In Marc's house his mother was laying beside her naked copper temporarily at least satisfied by the shag of her life.

'Let's have a shower and after that......

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'This is my own shower. My parents have got one next to their bedroom too.'

Jimbo's shower was small which was fun for the two naked boys as they had to huddle close togther under the needle-sharp water.

'Hey, Jimbo, I've wanted to do this every Wednesday in the showers.'

'Me too! I ealways try to get near to you so I can see, but i don't dare touch: the other boys would never let us forget it!'

'Well we can now..... kiss me again.'

We soaped each other's bodies, and it was great to feeel Jimbo's fingers feeling round my balls and cock, and slipping down the crease between my buttocks.

'Turn round, Jimbo, and I'll rub your back.'

'You just want to play with my bottom!'

He was right.of course, and he braced himself against the safety rail on the wall, jutting his cute little arse out towards me. I soaped his back, making him shiver with pleasure as I allowed a finger nail to track lightly down the length of his back through the foam. Now for his lovely bottom, firm but still child-hood rounded, not yet with the muscular angularity of the adult.I soaped the cheeks and then his anus, enjoying his little sqeak as my index finger penetrated. I put my arms around him and grasped his penis, cupping his balls with my other hand. As he pushed his bum out towards me my cock pressed up against his soapy, slippery arse-hole.

'Ooh! That feels good.....'

I felt his buttocks close on my cock, gripping and relaxing, gripping and relaxing. It was soooo sexy!

Like me Jimbo loved the feeling of pressure against his rim. I knew that if I pushed just a little bit more my knob would slide inside him, so I did just that. He pushed back harder, and I pushed forward, and I slid right up him till my body was pressed against his.

'Now that's what I really wanted every Wednesday afternoon. Wouldn't it be great if all the boys fucked each other as soon as Mr Fitchew turnerd the hot water on.'

'I wouldn't mind what the others were doing as long as we could have each other.'

'I love you!'

'And I love you! Now fuck me as hard as you can this time!'

I had alread been worked up by Jimbo fucking me in bed, so it was difficult to fuck him fast and hard without coming, but I managed to prolong it for a minute or two until I came with what felt like a great rush of cum.... though I expect it was just my usual tiny spurt and it was simply the strength of my orgasm that made it feel like a fountain!

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Jimbo woke up first and needed a piss. When he got back to the bedroom he drew the heavy curtains and the winter sun streamed in. Marc was laying fast asleep on his belly and Jimbo stood for a few moments looking at his beautiful, athletic body. There were not any muscles yet but it was slender and tanned. His back moved slightly as he breathed but his flawless bottom was still, only slightly less tanned than his back. Jimbo remembered how good it had been to slide his oiled cock into Marc's tight little arsehole and how his friend had enjoyed his first proper fuck. His cock stood again and he nearly woke his friend, but drew back just before placing his hands on the boy's buttocks to part them for a morning kiss on his secret place. Let him sleep a bit more!

It took only a few minutes to make a pot of coffee and heat up two croissants Jimbo found in the larder. He loaded a tray with these, added a crock of butter and as a happy afterthought a pot of honey.

Back in the bedroom Marc was laying on his back now, the bedclothes pushed aside in this centrally-heated house. Breakfast waited on its tray on the bedside table whikle Jimbo again admired his friend and lover. The boy's cock was limp, and Jimbo had seldom seen it like this: usually it was hard when they were naked together, even after sex. It looked tiny and vulnerable, so unlike the proud masculinity of it when hard. Jimbo felt a sudden tenderness, which he rightly recognised as love, though his lust for the boy was still present. He knelt, softly and quietly, on the bed, leaned over and took the cock in his mouth. The feel of a soft penis between his lips was new, and it was very exciting to feel it stiffen as he tongued and sucked it. His friend muttered something in his sleep but did not wake up till his friend was really sucking him, his head moving up and down on it. Jimbo stopped and lay beside the boy, their bodies touching chest, belly, cocks and legs: he kissed him on his lips.

'That's a lovely way to wake up, jimbo, but I've got to have a piss.

When he got back, the tray was on the bed beside Jimbo, and two cups of coffee poured. the boys ate their croissants with butter and sipped the hot coffee.

'Chess this morning?'

'That would be good. And this afternoon into town?'

'OK by me.'

Jimbo put the tray back on the side table, but unscrewed the lid of the honey jar. While Marc watched amused he stuck a finger in and removed a dollop of golden runny and smeared it down marc's cock. Another dollop annointed his balls and his anus, covering his arse-crease.

'Now I'm all sticky!'

'Soon put that right...'

And he did, licking the honey from the boy's stiff cock, sucking each of his balls, licking the goo from the inside of his buttocks, rimming his arsehole, and finally returning to the cock.

'There! All clean!' 

'And now I want some.'

'But there was no time for any more fun with the honey as both boys were eager for cock and cum, so they lay together in a sixty nine. In the end Marc laying on top came first but as soon as he tasted Jimbo's cum in his mouth that triggered him and he came as well.

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That Saturday morning we started a new game of chess, which shows that once the sexual urge has been temporarily satisfied there is space for other pleasures. We had not seriously played for weeks, and it was good. Several hours went by as we concentrated on the game, lost in the pleasure of intellectual exercise for a change. In the late afternoon we went into the nearby shopping centre, had coffees, met up by chance with a couple of other guys from school and sat around chatting as boys do. We all went to the music store and listened to some cds on headphones, and then Jimbo and I picked up a couple of pizzas before getting the bus back to his place.

We had the pizzas with microwaved chips and cold cokes from his fridge. Great! 

'I've never told you, Jimbo, but there's a guy I chat with on MSN. I sometimes watch him jerk off on cam.'

'Jeez! Isn't that a bit dodgy?'

'I don't really think so. I'm never going to meet him, and I use a special id, I mean not the one I use for you and friends.'

'I bet you let him see you wank as well, you sexy thing!'

'I do. do you think that's terrible, Jimbo?'

'Not as long as he can never  know who it really is, I reckon it could be dead sexy. can I watch when you chat next.'

'It's ten to seven now, and I usually go online with him about seven......

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Oliver draped his dressing gown over the back of the chair and logged on. First call tonight was to Messenger, and he saw Marc was already on line. One look at Marc's webcam and he sat back in his chair astounded: his cock had been half-hard but was now erect in an instant, and a dribble of precum ran down the shaft. He was so astounded he momentarily forgot to switch on his own webcam.

Two boys. Two lovely boys lounging on a bed. One his own blonde angel Marc and the other a delightful little brunette. Fuckin hell! Two! Marc laying on his side showing his nice little hard prick. Never seen his cock soft. Randy little lad. Thirteen! And the other boy, latino-looking, slender compared with Marc, but lovely triangle back, flawless skin. Hard little bottom. Skin like velvet. Imagine a hand on each tanned buttock, slowly part the cheeks, tight little brown arsehole. Place a kiss on it. Lick and penetrate with pointed tongue. Hear the boy giggle and feel him wriggle.....

Oliver switched on his webcam and typed, 'This is a nice surprise!'

'This is my best friend Jimbo. It's his laptop and cam.'

The lap top was laying at the head of the bed, where the pillow would have been, with the two boys stretched out in front of it. They must have fixed the cam to the bed-head as it showed their full length very clearly. Jimbo pointed at the laptop screen and Oliver guessed they were talking about his cock, harder and larger than it had ever been, dribbling precum, and almost painfully close to coming even though Oliver had not even touched it.

'Your cock looks even bigger than usual, and so much precum....'

Jimbo typed,'That would stetch my mouth....or my bottom.' 

So there it was! No sooner had the boy seen a hard adult cock, probably for the first time, than he was imagining sucking it off, or wondering what it would feel like up his bottom. Jeez! That tight little hole could be his, those tanned, firm little-boy arse cheeks his to fondle, kiss, part, oil, penetrate... Marc's pretty cock in Jimbo's mouth while he knelt to accept Oliver's cock up his boy-bottom.    

'What you boys been doing today?'

Marc it was who typed, 'Into town, bought a cd and a couple of pizzas and then back here.'

'No sex yet, then?'

'We had a sixty nine this morning, but last night Jimbo fucked me on this bed.'

And Jimbo typed, 'Then Marc fucked me in the shower....'

'I'd love to have seen that....'

Marc reached over and caressed Jimbo's bottom. Then Jimbo was laying on his side, and marc on his belly. Jimbo's cock was hard and looked about the same size as Marc's had been, perhaps five inches, but was much darker. The boy reminded him of street boys he had fucked in South America with his all-over tan and his cock even darker than the velvet of the rest of his body. His velvet to Marc's silk as Marc showed his own back and buttocks to the near-overhead webcam. Jimbo was caressing Marc's bottom now, and then they both turned on their sides and hugged each other, kissing mouth-to-mouth.

That could be me, Oliver thought, lying between two thirteen year old boys, my face in their little-boy crotches, sucking first one little cock and then the other. Hell! Two little cocks in my mouth the same time. Two little mouths on my cock and balls, licking, sucking, nibbling at me, my hands running up and down slender limbs, flawless skin, smooth, hairless. Two lovely bodies pressed against mine. Jeez! I'll cum if I'm not careful!

The embrace lasted minutes before they came up for air.

'We love that!' it was Jimbo typing. 'What were we chatting about?'

'I just said I'd have loved to see you fucking in the shower and on the bed.'

'No reason why not! It's my turn to fuck Marc again. How about it?' He was giggling and he playfully rolled over on top of his friend, nibbling his neck and rubbing his cock against the boy's buttocks.

No reply from Marc, but he laughed and was kneeling one hand on each buttock pulling them apart. The webcam high overhead showed Oliver that pretty little pinky-brown arsehole that had been so much in his thoughts the last few days. It glistened when Jimbo spread baby oil across it, and Marc giggled as he was penetrated by two searching fingers.

'That's right, Jimbo. That's the spot!'

Oliver was impressed. the boys had already discovered their prostates, and the strange pleasure from being massaged there!

Better still, Jimbo rubbed his oily fist up and down his cock and knelt behind his friend. He rubbed it up and down the butt-crack a few times and then as Marc pushed his arse back his friend sunk his cock into him: it seemed to slide in easily and as both boys were looking at the lap-top their webcam showed Oliver that there was no pain. Only pleasure as Marc smiled and pursed his lips. How good it would be, Oliver thought, to have his cock between the boy's lips at this moment.

Oliver's cock was on the brink of coming, untouched by his hand. Then Jimbo gave a really hard thrust so his thighs smacked against the golden boy's buttocks, at the same time giving a playful smack with his open hand. This was too much for Oliver and he came, the boys watching a great fountain of cum splattering everywhere.

As usual after solitary masturbation Oliver felt depressed as soon as he had cum and not even the sight of two thirteen year old boys fucking was enough to break through it. The sadness was also tinged with guilt if he was honest with himself. He exited Messenger and the boys saw his webcam window go black: they fucked on. Oliver knew, however, that he would soon be back for more!

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it was still winter, but it was one of those deceptive sunny days, not at all cold, and the boys decided they only needed scarf and gloves.

They had wandered around Marc's favourite bookshops and found a copy of Gary Kasparov's greatest games, and as Marc already had a copy he bought it for his friend. 

'I've got somewhere I must show you!'

Marc led Jimbo to the toilets where he had found that MSN address: the cubicle was empty. No-one noticed as the two boys slipped in and bolted the door behind them. The walls had been scrubbed clean at some time since his first visit, but the graffiti was building up again. Ollie's tiny message on the wood above the door was still there and Jimbo was amused to see it. the boys started to read the anecdotes on the walls, pointing out good ones to each other.

'Hey! Here's a guy who likes boys!'

'Get this! This guy wants to put on stockings and knickers and be fucked. Weird!'

'Shush, Marc! Not so loud. May be weird, but that sounds real sexy. I've got a hard on.'

'Me too!' He groped his friend a moment, feeling the boy's prick under layers of clothing. 'It's warm in here!' He was undoing Jimbo's belt, and as the boy's trousers fell to the concrete floor he pulled the white y-fronts down to join them. Jimbo's cock, as usual, was standing  very erect.

The door in the next cubicle slammed and Marc put his eye to one of the peep-holes: it was a guy in city suit with the usual briefcase. He dropped his trousers, and Marc was astounded.

'He's got a porn mag in his briefcase.... looks like it's gay, naked guys.

Jolyon in the next cubicle could hear the whisper and peeped through the hole..... another eye was looking there. he moved six inches, and there it was, two young lads, trousers round their ankles, sucking, and one of them watching him wank! Heaven! In the next cubicle Jolyon Saunders could not believe his good fortune, his eye glued to the top peep-hole of the three. The dark-haired boy had sat down on the toilet seat, and the blonde one was now kneeling in front of him holding the boy's cock. Then slowly he lowered his head and took the knob in his mouth. The dark haired boy stretched his legs out in pleasure, closed his eyes, and gripped the blonde head between his hands. Now it was a real blow-job: bloody hell! they could not be more than fourteen. He had deleted all his pics of boys as being too damn dangerous to have on his computer, and his favourite film, the one with little Arab boys and macho soldiers, that had been destroyed too. But here was the real thing!

He stood there jerking off and watching the scene, horny beyond all expectation, and then the boy sitting leaned over and looked through one of the two holes at head height for him. Harry stepped back a bit, still looking through his hole, so the boy could see his cock as he jerked off. He could just hear the boy's whisper.

'Jeez, Marc! He's wanking in the next one: he's bigger than Ollie...'

'Let's give him something special to look at then.'

And Jolyon did look as the blonde boy lowered his trousers to reveal yet another hard little cock, and this time such a pretty little fleece of blonde hair in a tiny triangle.

'If I use some spit, you can fuck me I should think. He spat on his fingers and wiped it in his arse crease. The dark haired boy stood up, his cock already wet and glistening from the blow job. They changed positions.... there was plenty of room in the cubicle. The blonde boy bent over, leaning on the toilet seat, and the darker boy stood behind him, placing his cock.

'Down a bit! Yes, that's it. Push.'

Shit! Two randy little lads. All he had to do was write on a scrap of paper and shove it through that hole, inviting them. It could be him up that tight little-boy arse. He could be fucking those perfect buns.'

'This must be that guy in stockings and knickers. The one on the wall.'

'Stockings? Let me see. You fuck me for a bit so I can watch.'

They changed positions, Jimbo braced against the toilet seat, Marc up his bottom, and Jimbo looking through the hole.

Jimbo could see only the lower half of the guy. 'He's still looking at us and wanking. And he really is bigger than Ollie. He looks real sexy in those panties and stockings. Oh yes! He's cum and it's sprayed everywhere, all over the wall I should think.'

Jolyon had wanted to make it last, but this vision of two lovely teenage boys having real anal sex was just too exciting for him. He tried to stop it, but it was impossible and he squirted cum straight at the wall where it dripped slowly down. Another spurt, almost as high, and then a third tamely onto the concrete floor. He had a moment of panic as he thought through the implications of what he had just done. He pulled up his trousers and struggled with his heavy overcoat. Then another thought struck him. If he could get Muriel to agree she could go to Venice like she was always saying, trawl round those interminable art galleries and churches. He could go to some third world bustling city where the street boys were beautiful, willing and cheap. He had his coat on now, shoved the ... unused... gay porn mag back in his briefcase and was off like a startled rabbit.

The boys waited almost half an hour, but the occupants of the next cubicle all proved to be guys needing a dump. No sex. On an impulse, Marc added his messenger id just above Ollie's on the doorframe before they left.

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That evening at seven Jolyon Saunders was midway through dinner with his lumpy wife Muriel.

'I've been thinking about holidays, Muriel.'

'Mm?'

'I only get three weeks in the summer, and to tell you the truth I don't really want to spend them being dragged round art galleries and churches....'

His wife was about to say something but he continued.

'Why don't you get your pal Fiona to go with you to Venice? She's into that cultural stuff. Then I coud go and laze on a beach somewhere, really unwind...'

Muriel felt her heart race with excitement but managed not to show it. She looked a long moment at her husband wondering if he had guessed, and deciding finally he had not. It would be lovely to spend three whole weeks with Fiona. Fiona's lips gave her real orgasms, not the fakes she had to simulate with Jolyon, and she just loved to hear her blonde playmate moan with pleasure as their strap-on worked its magic. Three weeks of wonderful sex, whole nights together in bed, and perhaps dancing together in one of those lesbian clubs....

It was no problem agreeing!

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At about the same time two naked boys were logging into messenger, and Oliver was waiting for them.

'So what have you been up to today, boys?'

Jimbo typed, telling him about the cubicle, and the guy in ladies' underwear.

'Lots of guys do that, and they are not all gay or bi, though I guess most are. 

'I thought it looked dead sexy, though Marc says he'd rather the guy was naked!'

'I meant to ask, Jimbo. Is your laptop protected, I mean has it what they call parental control, like Marc's?'

'No. They're hopeless with computers, my parents.'

'Well if you think men in lingerie is sexy you should look at this site. It's where guys who like to dress up post photos and profiles, and even some videos. There's lots of links to other tranny sites, and chat rooms for dating. You'll have to pretend you're eighteen!' 

'I've got it! I've book-marked it and we'll look at it later.'

'While we're about it, here's a couple of free gay sites, with plenty of pics and some videos....'

'Got 'em. Thanks!'

'This one has men with younger lads.... theough they are all supposed to be over sixteen or something. some don't look it. And here's one with just young men fucking and sucking.'

Marc typed, 'Any of really strong, fit guys?'

They are easy to find. But here's two of the best.'

'Got 'em.'

'And lastly, you were asking where men go to find other men. This site has lists of the places for every town... woods, parks, beaches, lay-byes, clubs and so on. You'll find some near you.  There are also profiles and chat rooms and messaging. It's a dating site really, and you'll have to lie about your age. best to lie about everything in fact!'

'Thanks, Ollie. We'll have a lot of fun with these....'

'No problem. And now whose turn is it to fuck first tonight?

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That winter we two boys slipped into a sort of routine, sleeping together three nights a week and building up our strength the other four. Jimbo was really getting into the tranny thing and had bought himself lingerie and a nightie on line. He liked to chat, webcam on, with other trannies and their admirers who he contacted through the tv dating site. His lingerie did nothing for me as I found his silky skin much more alluring than any nylon or satin, but I loved him and sometimes I asked him to dress up for me at night because I knew that turned him on. I got other online chatroom contacts too, from my graffiti on the toilet wall, but most of them were sad old gits and I blocked them. Four were fit young guys though, and I enjoyed watching them cum and chatting about their sexual encounters. My father made a fleeting visit home for Christmas, and my mother bought me a laptop in March for my fourteenth birthday, so I was able to access gay and porn sites like Jimbo. Nothing much changed, however, till the first warm weather in April.

We had discovered a secret place in the bushes between the two school cricket fields during the winter and were just waiting for the damp to dry out and the sun to warm up a bit. As soon as Spring came we could go there lunchtimes, strip off, and have sex on a grassy bank nibbled short by rabbits. It was a good place and fairly secure as there was no easy way through the bushes. We got into the habit of cutting lunch on hot days and feasting instead on the joys of our young bodies. It was the fourth or fifth of these sessions that our sex experience moved on. We were naked and had already oiled our cocks and arseholes as we liked to kiss and cuddle and make the act of penetration as natural and unplanned as possible. Just kissing and fondling, whispering our passion for each other, arms and legs intertwined and then one or the other of us would feel a cock pushing and entering.

So there we were, naked except for our socks and trainers, laying in the sun embracing, and just about to fuck. The shock was terrible.

'Is this a private party or can anyone join in.'

We both looked up in horror. It was Sean! I made a grab for my trousers and Jimbo was fumbling with his shirt.

'No, don't do that. You look so delightful laying there naked I hardly wanted to interrupt at all.'

Jimbo let his shirt fall from his hands again. 'I can see you were impressed.'

I giggled, partly in embarassment and partly because, like Jimbo, I could see his cock like an iron bar diagonal across the front of his shorts. Rock hard! Sean is a magnificently macho male, with a broad chest, flat belly, biceps, and legs like tree trunks. But he is quiet spoken, with just the remnants of an Irish brogue. Above all he is very handsome, with a broad smile, quite long blonde hair, and golden hair all over his arms and his legs. I was reminded of Ollie's story of the angler who had seduced him that stormy summer afternoon. I could not see up his shorts, as Ollie had that first day, but Sean was in his running or training gear, and both his sweat shirt and his shorts were really too tight: they hid nothing, especially now he was sexually aroused. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just sat up and hugged one of those sexy legs to me. Jimbo, not to be left out hugged his other leg. Sean's crotch was very close to my face as I stroked the hairs on his thighs, and I pressed my lips to the straining white cotton, there where I could make out the shape of his knob, and ran my hand up the tight leg of his shorts until I found one of his hairy balls.

He opened his legs just a bit more and I was able to slip my other hand up the back of his shorts to find the smooth muscles of his buttocks. I cradled his balls in one hand with my finger tips touching the hard muscle betewen his balls and his cock, and scratched him gently there, squeezing gently on his balls He groaned. I looked upwards and could see he was removing his tee-shirt: when his head was clear our eyes met and he gave me one of those broad, sexy smiles. I thought his lips were incredibly full and sexy, and wanted to kiss him at that moment. He reached down and tousled my hair as I still mouthed the shape of his cock through his running shorts. But Jimbo was pulling at the strings that tightened his shorts, a bow at his waist. The bow undid and I lifted my hands so his shorts could fall to his ankles to show us his lovely erect cock, the foreskin stretched tight over his knob. I made a grab for it with my mouth, and my lips closed over his knob a second before Jimbo's got there. Sean has not got a huge cock, average or a bit less I should think, but for us two boys this was the first adult cock we had seen close up, and certainly the first we had handled, and it looked immense. I sucked on it, stretching my jaws, but managing to get most of it into my mouth. 

'Hey! Let me have some, Mark!'

As I let the weapon slip from my lips Sean stepped awkwardly out from his shorts and kicked them aside. He was naked now except for ankle socks and running shoes. I was surprised that although he had very bushy black hair around his cock and balls, and in a line up his belly, there was none on his chest except for a few strands around his brown nipples. I thought it would be good to lick those nipples, but as Jimbo started to suck him, bobbing up and down on his cock, I licked his balls, which were lovely and salty to my tongue.

After a bit he wanted us all to lay down, and it was my turn to suck again. My cock was against his chest as we lay there, me half on top of him, Jimbo pressed up against his side. I felt his hand on my bottom, then in my buttock crease, and then a finger, perhaps two, slip inside my arse. I was greased up ready for Jimbo so it was easy for him.

'I'd like to fuck you.....'

'I was about to say 'Yes please!' when Jimbo interrupted as I took my mouth of his cock to reply.

'You get some condoms and lube, Sean, and you can do both of us as often as you want...'

'And in any and all positions,' I added. But I had lost my position and now Jimbo was sucking him. I returned to licking his balls and fingering the nipple I could reach.

'Aah! I'm coming!'

Jimbo got the first spurt, but my mouth was close and Jimbo shoved the knob between my lips so I got the second, which was sikier, thicker and more creamy than Jimbo's cum I was used to swallowing. I decided that grown-man's cum was better than boys'! I kept his cock in my mouth until the twitching, spurting and oozing stopped and it began to get less rock-like. Sean did not thank us, but just said he had to complete his training run. But as he tied the bow on his shorts' waist he added, 'I'll get some condoms and lube on my way home this evening and will be here same time tomorrow.'

'I hope it stays fine......'

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It was fine, but as the first Friday in the month the lunch was fish and chips. For both Jumbo and me that took priority even over cock! So as we pushed our way through the bushes to our secret glade we could see Sean already there, laying on his belly in the sun naked except for white ankle sacks and his running shoes. I motioned to Jimbo to be silent and we crept up on him un-noticed. I placed a kiss on his muscular, cute little arse, while Jimbo kissed him in the middle of his tanned, triangular back. As he lay there he looked like some God or Greek sculpture, his biceps flexed as he rested his head on crossed arms, his back flawless with powerful shoulders, and his bottom lighter tanned than his thighs or back, but wholly masculine. His shirt and shorts were in a neat pile and I could see a small cardboard box, and a bottle with a funny cap. Condoms and lube! I could feel my cock stiffening....

'Hi, Sean. Sorry we're late.'

'No problem. I've been getting some sun.'

'You look great!'

We were quickly stripping off, and I lay so I could kiss him, while Jimbo lay so he would be able to reach his cock easily. He turned on his side, and we could see he was not yet quite hard. That did not last long as Jimbo, one arm around Sean's bum, the other holding his balls, slipped his cock between his lips. Sean groaned, and I silenced it by kissing him. He kissed properly, passionately, mouth open wide and his tongue seeking mine and penetrating my mouth. We lay like that several minutes, Jimbo sucking cock, me fondling his pecs, nipples, and kissing him non-stop, while he was stroking and caressing me.

'I brought the condoms and lube. i'd like to fuck Jimbo first, and then before I come, fuck you, Marc. Is that OK?'

'OK by me.'

'And me!' 

We both watched as he opened the foil packet and rolled the rubber down his cock.

'I can see you've done that before!'

'Not as often as I'd have liked!'

His cock glistened in the sunlight as he spread lube on it and then pulled Jimbo's legs a bit wider open as the boy knelt in front of him: Jimbo spread his buttocks with an open palm on each cheek, as he usually did when I fucked him. Kneeling too Sean pressed his cock into the boy's crease.

'Down a bit. Ah! That's it.'

I watched as Sean penetrated him and Jimbo gave a little squeak. He had never done this before and I guessed it was the extra girth of Sean's cock, stretching and feeling a bit uncomfortable for a moment. But now Sean was deep inside him and I watched those strong buttocks open and clench with each thrust.

I knelt beside Jimbo and reached under him to find his cock nice and hard. I reckoned there was just about room for me and squirmed my head under him as he knelt on all fours and managed to get his cock in my mouth. I wanted him to cum quickly so I could have Sean in my pussy, so I sucked, and licked with all my might. I could feel the force of Sean's thrusts and wanted some myself. Jimbo was making little yelping noises: usually he was silent while we fucked as there were always parents downstairs or along the corridor, and in any case I don't suppose I made him yelp! I wanted his cum now, and stroked his balls as I sucked, and then as I felt his cock getting even harder and springier I knew he was close, so I pulled at the skin of his sack. That always did it, and I felt his cum fill my mouth.

I let his cock rest there a few moments, and then wriggled out from under.

'He came in my mouth, Sean. Kiss me and taste it on my lips.'

He did not stop fucking but with slower and longer strokes while we kissed.

'Your turn now, Marc. Do I need a new condom?' 

'No. And I'm greased up ready. tell you what... you lay on your back and I'll ride you.

I got astride and held his cock vertical before I lowered myself onto it. Just like Jimbo I heard myself give a little squeak as his knob entered my still-tight hole: he was bigger than Jimbo, and I could feel myself being stretched as I sank down on him till I was sitting on his belly, his cock fully inside me. It felt better now, and I placed both hands on his chest as I lifted myself again, stopping when I felt the ridge of his knob catch on my ring.

'Hey Jimbo! squirt some more lube on it, please.'

Jimbo fiddled with the little pump and then grasped my cock, still rock-hard. I sank down again, and now the cock slid easily. It felt good, and I started to bounce up and down. Jimbo was kneeling beside us, wanking my cock and feeling Sean's muscles, arms, legs, pecs. I rode Sean faster and faster and saw his face flushing red and his eyes starting to bulge a bit and stare. He was muttering how good it was and I knew he was close to coming: I was too. High above our heads a sklark was singing as if celebrating my first experience of an adult cock in my teenage bottom, and to that joyful chorus my ecstasy started. 

My orgasm started in my arse, spread to my balls, and finally filled my cock with pleasure as I spurted a strem of white cum right up Seans' chest. He gasped, and I knew he was coming too. I spurted a second stream, and felt his cock swell and twitch inside me, and then run so smoothly as he filled my arse with his juice. His hips were rising, forcing his cock deeper in me with each spurt, and when I felt him finish, I collapsed onto his chest, his cock still up me, and kissed him hard on his lips. His mouth opened and he kissed me while we recovered our breath.

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Between Easter and the Summer holiday it was a long, hot term, and our life fell into a satisfying routine. Sex with Sean four days a week, and after a few sessions he suggested inviting his friend Simon along. Simon was another rugger forward and built on the same lines as Sean so we both agreed, and now both boys could be fucked to their hearts content, no competition for just one cock! Weekends was sex either in Jimbo's or my bed, night and morning and sometimes during the night too. We still chatted with Ollie, but my ad on the cottage wall had produced a handful of new boy-lover contacts. Most were sad old men, fat or scrawny, and we just blocked them. But a few were fit and sexy and we enjoyed watching them jerk off or dildo their own arses. Jimbo was getting into the tranny scene, and had bought himself stockings, panties and some high-heeled shoes. Sometimes he wore these when we cammed at his place, and most of the contacts he had (he advertised on a toilet wall too!) were either tvs or admirers of tvs. Sometimes he wore a nylon or satin nightie to bed with me: that did nothing for me as I preferred him naked, but I went along with it because it excited him, and mostly because I loved him!

The big change came when we met our first adult boy-lover (not counting Sean and Simon, because although they were nearly grown men they were still really just school mates).

Our village has several cricket teams and usually I turned out for the under-sixteens for the occasional match. But One Saturday I was picked for the Thirds... a mixture of old guys and young lads. So I put on my whites and cycled over with Jimbo to the next village. That was a glorious summer, and this was another cloudless day: I envied Jimbo his light-weight cotton t-shirt and silky sports-shorts, pretty sure he had nothing on underneath them.... he was really into the sensual feel of silk against his cock and balls. I was a bit hot in my long whites and proper white shirt, required for adult cricket matches.

The match went well for me: I did not get an innings as we were still only four wickets down when our overs were completed. In the field I was put out in the deep, and seldom had to stop a ball. We were looking like losing as the other side put on over a hundred for none when the captain tossed me a ball for me to try an over of my spin. I had been thinking it through and had a plan.... which worked beyond expectation. I bowled two completely straight balls, a bit faster than I usually do but rather harmless: their opener watched the first one, decided it was easy pickings and hit the second to the boundary, nearly but not quite a six. I reckoned I had set him up and my next was much, much slower. He launched himself into it trying to reach the boundary for the six he had just missed the ball before. He was on it early and skied the shot to deep long-on, where an old codger fielding scarcely had to move to take the catch. The batsmen had crossed so I had a shot at the second opener. He must have decided I was just a slow bowler with no ability to spin, so he had a great wahoo at one that I did tweak, and I bowled him round his legs.

My second over was my last that match: I went for twelve and was taken off, but I reckon we would have lost if I had not removed their openers.

I had been watching one of the Umpires....it was the guy from the toilets that first day, the one who got on the bus later. I wondered if he recognised me....

As we went off at the end of the match he walked across to me and congratulated me on my spin-bowling.

'Good to see some slow left arm for a change. Well-bowled. You know I'm sure I've seen you somewhere.'

'Thanks.' I looked at him in the eye.... he really was very fit and handsome. 'I wish I had not run away that day.... I often went back but never saw you again.'

'Ah! So it was you. I thought it was. I was only there because my car was in service. Why do you wish that?'

'You saw me, and it would have been nice to see you.... I'm sure you were doing the same as me. You said 'lovely!'

'I certainly was jerking off, and you certainly are a very handsome boy. If you still want to see mine, why not come over for some tea at my place now. I live just by the Church in the middle of the village.'

'I'm with my friend. He likes cock too.'

'Great! Bring him along too. My name is David.'

'I'm Marc.'

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As you might expect "next to the Church" was in the very heart of the village where all the houses were half-timbered, and we were shown into a low-ceilinged room with great black beams and a huge open fireplace. The funishings were, however, sparse and modern, and we were seated on a low sofa. David got us a bottle of coke each and excused himself "to go and get out of his umpire's togs". We both needed the drink, which we agreed was a better idea than tea!

David had asked us to take off our shoes at the door to protect his ancient wood and stone floors from my studs, and both Jimbo and I had removed our socks at the same time, glad to get some cool onto our feet on a hot day. I was still hot, though, and Jimbo was complaining too. The windows were open, but the sun had been streaming in all day by the feel of it.

David was soon back, in a white silky dressing gown and with a glass of drink in his right hand. 

'You look nice and cool, David. It's bloody hot in here.'

'Well, get those whites off then, Marc. Won't be the first time I've seen you naked after all.'

Jimbo was not at all surprised as while David was changing I had filled him in on how we had first met, or rather nearly met! Anyway as I undressed, so did he. I could already see the shape of David's half-hard cock through the light fabric of his gown, knob and shaft already outlined as I pulled the shirt off over my head. When I undid my belt and pulled my trousers and underpants down together I saw it harden completely, and at the sight my much smaller prick went hard as well. Jimbo was wearing a pair of his women's knickers, black satin with a see-thru black nylon panel at the front, and you could see his cock was erect too.

'That's better boys!' He sat down in the centre  of the sofa, one of us each side of him. it was a bit of a crush, and very sexy as a result. 'Well this is cozy,' he said as he grasped my naked cock in one hand and Jimbo's satin-covered in the other.

'I still haven't seen yours...'

I pulled at the silk sash of his dressing gown and as it fell apart he let it slip from his shoulders too so he was naked. It had not been an illusion: he really was fit. We two boys were down on his cock immediately and my mouth got to his knob a split second before Jimbo's. It was bigger than either Sean's or Simon's, and stretched my mouth as I allowed the shaft to slide in. I had already learned to control the gagging reflex as both Sean and simon liked to fuck my mouth rather than just relying on my actions, and this guy too raised his hips a little bit to force a final inch into my throat. Our two school-time lovers had never commented that way, but I knew that I gave better head than Jimbo, who still gagged if the cock-head touched his throat. So I gave David a real treat, and managed to get a hand round behind him to feel the muscles of his lower back and to pull him right onto me. Jimbo was sucking his nipples, and fingering his balls.

'Hey! give me a turn, Marc. Don't hog that lovely cock all to yourself.'

What luxury it must have been for him to have two pretty, eager young boys competing to suck him off! I allowed the cock to slip from my mouth and for an instant it was there in front of my eys, tall, straight, with a huge blue vein running up towards its great, flared, flaming red hemet. There was a drop of precum in the eye, and I had already tasted it while sucking: the drop welled up and ran down the front of the shaft before Jimbo closed his mouth on it.

I watched as my friend had his turn on the adult penis. He had golden curls around his cock, not really red, but more red than blonde. They had obviously been carefully trimmed as they were shorter and musch less lusuriant than Sean's, and I let my fingers comb through the hair on his chest, over his belly, through the crisp pubic hair, and finally cupped his balls while Jimbo bobbed up and down on his cock. He had moaned as my fingers, caressing his hairy chest, had touched a nipple, so I Squeezed one between figer and thumb.

'Hey! I'll cum if you do that!'

'Oh! Don't cum yet. Have you got a condom, because if you have you can do me properly if you want.'

'I want all right!' He pushed Jimbo's mouth from his cock and got up. He looked great as he walked to a sideboard, and I could see the muscles of his buttocks move as he walked: he was strong and would give me a right good seeing-to I reckoned. He came back with a box, and what I recognised as a pump-dispenser for lubricant.  He stood in front of us and rolled a condom over his cock.... you could see he had done that many times before!

It had been me who had asked about the condoms, and as usual Jimbo was content to follow my lead, and let me have the first pleasure.

'So you want to be fucked, young Marc?'

'More than anything!'

He spread his white dressing gown out over the polished flooring. 'Kneel on that, then.'

I felt the litt;le squirt of lube onto my arsehole, and then his fingers spreading it, and index finger penetrating just a bit. I know that when a man does this my muscles relax (all three of my lovers so far had noticed this), and that was one reason why I enjoyed it so much. I spread my buttocks with both hands, my face on the floor.

'Up just a bit. Yes, just there. Push'.

I leaned back into him as his knob penetrated and then his cock slid up me. I gave a little squeak as there was a tiny moment of discomfort.... he really was a lot broader than the others! But this passed, and I found I was enjoying being fucked.

Jimbo was a bit left out of it, and David must have noticed this.

'Stick your cock in his mouth, Jimbo: give him a spit-roast, the lucky boy.'

Jimbo knelt in front of me and pulled his cock out of the side of his panties' crotch. I put my arms around his back, one hand inside his knickers, the other resting on the slippery satin, pulling him towords me so his cock entered my mouth. I could feeel his smooth arse-cheeks nearly as silky as those damn panties as he fucked my mouth in the same rhythm as David up my bottom.

'Hey, Jimbo! Don't you cum in his mouth. I want to fuck you when I've finished with Marc and I do like a nice hard cock on the boy I'm fucking!'

As if to demonstrate how much he enjoyed boy-cock as well as boy-bottom, he reached under me and started to wank my cock. So there I was in ecstasy, cock up my bum, cock in my lips, and skilled fingers jerking me off with lube that had leaked from the fucking. I felt myself cumming.

'Jeez! I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming! Oh, fuck!.....'

It must have been the slippery feel of boyish-cum over his fist that triggered him, because immediately he was cumming inside me. I had a momentary regret that we could not bare-back (that was my deal with Jimbo.... we would bare-back together but safe sex with everyone else. But everyone!) Anyway, I got the usual feeling of satisfaction at having given the ultimate pleasure to a handsome lover and we all three sorted ourselves out, cleaning up, and finally sitting again in a row on the sofa as we had started.

David started asking how we had got going on this liberated-sex journey, and Jimbo and I told him all about it, roughly as I have set it down here. We sipped our drinks, and gradually life returned to David's prick.

Aided of course by Jimbo and me, arms around him, heads resting on his thighs, taking it in turns to lick his balls and mouth his cock.

I had never done it before but wanted to put the condom on him, and found it was easier than it looked, helped because he really was steely hard. I rolled it down the shaft and then spread lube over it, indulging myself with a few rubs of the hard muscle.

Jimbo got him to lay on his back, and I held the latex-covered weapon straight verical while Jimbo, astride him, sank down onto it. Again that little surprised squeak as his bottom was stretched more than even Sean had managed, and then the dreamy look in the boy's eyes as he sank down fully, and was completely filled.

It was good to watch my friend ride this dreamboat of a guy, and I divided my attentions between handling Jimbo's hard little pricklet and stroking the golden fur of David's chest. This guy was a real find and I was hoping for months of pleasure with him!

Despite having spunked a huge load into me (or rather into the very full condom!) he was soon close to coming and I got the moment exactly right to kiss him, open mouthed, just as he was panting and spurting out another load of spunk deep in Jimbo's bottom. And Jimbo came too: it is wonderful when both guys cum at the same time, and I was quite excited by it despite having cum already once. A few jerks on my cock and I was coming too, squirting over David's chest and belly, my cum mingling with Jimbo's.

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David wanted us to visit him the next weekend too, but when I looked at Jimbo he shook his head. Next weekend was Jimbo's place, so we arranged to visit David in his cottage Sunday fortnight. We would come over in the morning and stay all day till early evening. I was eager to find out how many times this guy could cum.....

So the next Saturday, after our usual night of pleasure and passion in Jimbo's bed, we discussed what we could do on yet another glorious day.

'Hey, Jimbo, there's one of those gay cruising places about four miles from here, in the forest.'

'Yeah! I saw it on that site too. reckon we should go over there? I fancy some grown-up cock again.'

'Me too. I love it with you, but it is good to be fucked by a real big one.'

'Pity about the rubbers though....'

'I agree. But it makes sense. Look I've got a map. According to the website here's where the guys park up; there's a lay-bye right here.' I pointed at the map. 'But look! There's a main road about half a mile across the woods, along here. See? And there's a bus route with a stop at the pub, just here. And see this dotted line. Well that's a sort of footpath I think, not an official one, but it seems to go directly towards the lay-bye.'

'It stops in the middle of the woods.'

'Yeah. But only about a quarter mile from the other road. I bet the guys go that far into the woods for sex. I know I would!'

'You do it in the bushes in the middle of the School playing fields.'

'So do you, cock-hound!. Anyway, I think we should go over there and have a look around. A walk in the woods would be nice.... it's bloody hot here.'

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'It, more like a lawn than a path!'

'I think it's a fire-break.'

The rabbits had nibbled the grass till it was manicured like a bowling green, and it was as wide as a cricket pitch. Each side the great oak and beech trees spread their brannches, but the two boys were still able to walk in the sun down the middle of the glade. First Marc and then Jimbo removed shirt and tucked it in the waist-band of shorts; Naked from the waist up and from the thighs down, and with such tight shorts they would have tempted a saint, let alone a randy gay looking to get his end away in the woods. Gradually the clearing narrowed till at last they were only able to walk in single file, and in the shade. 

I was walking behind Jimbo, who had the map, and was admiring his legs and hard little bottom....we had both dressed sexily in our tight, white gym shorts and I could se his arse cheeks move under the thin satin as he walked. My cock hardened as I mentally undressed him. Suddenly he stopped and looked up.

'?'

'Have you noticed the tops of the trees are full of birds, singing and flitting about but there's none at all down here.' 

'I expect they like the sun too. There's only one little bird I want to see...' I reached out and grasped his cock through the thin fabric, feeling it instantly harden in my fist.

'Not here, Marc. Not yet.' But he kissed me before we moved on and My own cock was full of life as our naked chests met.

The path gradually disappeared until it vanished altogether on a low hill with a stand of great scotch pines on the top. They seeemed out of place in this oak and beech wood, and must have marked a tumulus or some such ancient monument. The pine needles were soft under our feet (we were wearing open sandals and no socks) until finally at the foot of the hill there was a wall of thick shrubs blocking our way. Jimbo pushed through a less prickly one and called back to me.

'It's OK. there's a proper path here.'

I joined him on the narrow, winding beaten-earth path and broke a branch off the shrub, laying it beside the path.

'Why did you do that?' Jimbo must have wondered at my act of vandalism in this beautiful place.

'To mark our way back. That and those tall pine trees and we should be alright. I reckon we should go left as that way the path seems to go more in the direction of the other road with the lay-bye they write about in that site.

About twenty yards further along it we found confirmation that we were getting close: there was an empty square of blue foil which we both recognised as the same as the condoms Sean and Simon used. I hate litter and picked it up, stuffing it in my back pocket.

A little further on and Jimbo turned, motioning me to be silent with a finger to his lips. Voices! Or rather one voice, deep and husky.

'Oh yes! Like that. Fuck yes. God! That's good. Yes!'

We crept round the corner and through the bushes at the side of the path could see two guys hard at it. A great tree had fallen clearing a sunny patch in the forest where grass and some white flowers were growing. One of the guys was bent over a fallen branch of the tree and the other was standing behind him, shagging him in the arse. The birds in the canopy were silent and I could hear the slurping sound as his cock slid in and out and a slapping sound as his thighs met the man's buttocks each thrust.

'Shit! I'm coming!'

That was the guy bent over, who had been jerking his cock underneath.

The guy on top reached under and found the other guy's cock, and I suppose felt the spurt of the man's hot cum. 

'Me too.'

And that was it. Condom removed from cock, hands and cock wiped with a tissue, trousers pulled up, condom wrapped in tissue and pocketed and the fucker was away up the path towards the road. the other guy took a bit longer, wiping his arse on a tissue and dressing (he had been naked) and then he was away too.

'Looks like a good place for us to wait and see what happens'

'Do a bit of sun-bathing too.'

The way into the tiny clearing was a few yards further up the path, and we sat side-by-side on the fallen log, as the remains of the guy's cum dried out. I thought how sexy Jimbo looked in his tight shorts, stripped to the waist and tanned.

But we did not have long to wait. He had approached very quietly and surprised us when we suddenly realised he was standing there, quite young and fit, dark haired, and with a hiry chest and legs. He was holding a denim jacket or shirt in one hand and rubbing the front of his denim shorts with the other. The shorts looked like cut-off jeans, and like ours were ultra-tight at the crotch and over his bum. Jimbo and I both recognised the "come-on" sign and reciprocated by rubbing our own little erections as we sat side-by side on the log.

He smiled and without a word came right up to us, unzipping his flies and then undoing the button at the waist. his shorts fell to his ankles, and we could see a lovely, tall, veiny cock with it's head already skinned and looking purple-red in the strong sunlight.Jimbo was first on his knees, and I watched him grasp the man round his buttocks, pressing his facwe against the guy's cock. The guy grasped Jimbo's head in both hands and pushed it down till my friend's lips were on his knob, and then I saw Jimbo open his mouth and let it slide in.

I wanted some too, kneeling beside my buddy and undoing my own flies so I could rub my cock while I started to lick his balls. This went on a few minutes, Jimbo sucking cock and me licking and nibbling his balls. then Jimbo let the cock slip out and it was my turn. But Jimbo was ahead of me again!

'If you've got a condom, mister, you can fuck me if you want.'

Still no word fronm the guy, but he reached for his denim jacket that was hanging on a dead branch now, and pulled a square blue foil-packet from the top pocket. he opened it with his teeth while I was still sucking him, and then pushed my head away so he could roll the rubber over his super-hard prick. And who would not be hard with a willing, pretty teenage boy offering his male pussy?

The lube was in his jacket pocket too, and he squirted a blob onto his knob. By now Jimbo was bent over the log, like the guy we had seen before, and spreading his arse-cheeks with both hands. Our guy squirted some lube at the exposed anus and then rubbed his knob up and down the boy's crease.

'Now mister! Please.'

A little squeal from my friend and then they were fucking. A moment or two later a muffled 'That's nice! As fast as you want, mister!' and the little glade was filled with the soft noises of cock in arse and thighs against bum. I noticed the birds had stopped singing again. Perhaps, like me, they were enjoying watching! 

I got off the log to stand behind the guy, looking at his cute, masculine arse with its muscles working every thrust he made. He had hair on his shoulders and I had never seen that real close up in a guy and wanted to run my fingers through it. It felt nice and crispy, and then I dragged a finger-nail lightly down the centre of his back. sean always liked that, and so did this guy and he moaned and the rhthm of his thrusts got even faster.

My cock was hard and I wanted to wank it a bit so I undid my belt and pulled my shorts down: they were tight and I had to wriggle a bit. I stepped out of them and placed both hands on that cute arse, feeling the muscles move beneath my palms. Then my fist on my cock rubbing up and down while I watched Jimbo's pleasure.I bent to place a kiss on that lovely bum, and at that moment was startled to feel hands on my own naked bottom.

I turned round and saw it was another guy, big built, and hairy like a big black bear: I could only just see his nipples through it. Stripped to the waist he was very handsome I thought, with a nice smile and thick, sensuous lips. He was clean shaven and his hair was clipped very short. I liked what I saw and knew what I wanted as I fell to my knees in front of him. He had a nice big bulge in his tight jeans, and I nuzzled it as I fiddled with the top button at his waist. he did not help me, and it was a minute or two before I got it open and unzipped his flies. His cock sprang out, ready for action as it were. Naked, it did not look so big.... not as big as Sean's I guessed, but a nice straight cock with a pointy helmet to it. It was already dribbling a few drops of precum. I closed my lips around it.

There was a moment or two of awkwardness as he pulled his jeans off over his shoes so he was stark naked, and then I could suck him proprly, one arm around his bum for support and my other hand playing with his heavy balls as I sucked. I could taste his pre-cum, and liked the way he held my head and shagged my mouth.

Before he came I pulled away.

'If you've got a condom, mister, you can fuck me if you want.'

'Shit! I haven't brought them!'

Then Jimbo's guy spoke for the first time. A scottish accent! 'There's some in my jacket pocket. help yourself!'

The blue denim jacket was hanging on its branch and my guy soon had a foil open and was rolling the condom over his cock. The lube was laying in the grass where it had been dropped and I squirted some on my fingers and spread it in my arsehole. Then squirted some on his cock and gave it a couple of rubs to spread it. Then another blob right on the tip.

I bent over the log beside Jimbo and spread my arse for him, both hands. 

It hurt for a second and then was good, very good as his knob pressed each time exactly right. Beside me the two of them finished, and still wordless the guy took off the rubber with a snapping noise, wiped his cock on a tissue, wrapped the full condom in the tissue, stuffed it in his jacket pocket and was away, walking qickly. Can't blame him, I guess, wanting to get away from the scene of his "crime"!

Jimbo had not cum I think, as his cock was still hard, sitting beside us on the log and wanking slowly as he watched the fun, but my guy did not take long either, and left as quickly and as wordlessly as the first.

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'Tell you something, Jimbo. That was good. Quick but good!'

'Tell you something, Marc, that was good. Long but good!' He giggled. 'I'm coming back here some time.'

'Me too.'

'Better than chess!'

'You said it.'

The birds started singing again in the canopy of leaves, and we found our way back to the stand of fir trees very easily.

Later at the bus-stop, 'We ought to get some condoms. I nearly missed out, and would have done if your guy hadn't given mine one.'

'Awkward buying them I should think.'

'I saw them in the supermarket last week when I went with my Mum. No need for the woman on check-out to see as they have some self-service checkouts now.'

'Cool!'

'Boxes of eighteen condoms, and buy one get one free too.'

'Eighteen! Jeez!'

We were both silent a moment contemplating the prospect of eighteen fucks each!

'Let's come here again tomorrow, but call in at the supermarket on the way. They open eleven on Sundays.'

'Get a couple of lubes too......

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A long. hot summer was in prospect, with so much fucking and so many partners.......

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