A Week With Johnny : by (c)  Hamilton Joyce  Mm

There he was again. I got up from my workdesk and walked to the window. He'd got those tight, shiny swimming trunks on again. I unhooked my binoculars from the curtain rail where they hung handy for this, and focused them. Of course, I was straight onto that pretty little bulge. I imagined I could see the shape of a little cock and tight little balls held in place by the over-skimpy fabric. I held the binoculars in my left hand and loosened the waistband on my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles. My cock, free now was sprung nearly vertical against my belly. I held it in my right hand. The object of my study bent down to lay out a towel on the lawn, and I concentrated on the shape of his buns as he bent forward away from me. I imagined the tan-lines, how soft the hidden skin would feel, and that secret rose I so lusted for. I was stroking myself with my free hand, and could feel precum slick over my fingers. He lay down on his belly and tuned the transistor radio.

I watched for several minutes, concentrating sometimes on that boyish, smooth-complexioned face in profile  with his blue eyes, snub-nose and blonde hair, a bit too long and wavy to be fashionable, but oh-so-so-desirable. I longed to run my fingers through it, to lightly kiss there on the back of his neck where the blonde hair was fine and nearly white. Down over a flawless back, not yet muscular, and long, slender legs, almost girlish. And always that silken-scarlet arse drawing me to it.

He turned over onto his back, and my eyes were immediately glued to his crotch. And then, oh joy!, he reached down into his trunks to adjust the lie of his cock and balls, holding them in his palm a long minute clearly enjoying the feel. I nearly came in that moment.

I found I was talking to myself. I work alone mostly and often do that. "Here are you, 24 and too timid to talk to a 14 year old boy! What a wimp. And yet he's so beautiful it nearly hurts." I heard myself groan in frustration. But I hung my binoculars on the rail and pulled my shorts up. I tried to hide my hard-on between my legs, not very successfully. I decided to at start a conversation.

In my garden I found the pool rake. Removing the debris from my swimming pool would give me an alibi for getting closer to this teenage cutie .

The bottom of my garden is overgrown and has secret places where I can work on my tan, but around the pool is very open, and by consent in this neighbourhood we keep the top-end of our gardens open and free of overhanging trees. We all have pools, and that's best. Also we only have three-bar fences near the houses and no hedges. Means better sunlight and less leaves and bird-crap, but no nude bathing, except very dark evenings.

So I could see him clearly. And hear his radio. I leaned on the fence, still holding my rake.

What I wanted to say was, 'Come to my bed you lovely boy, and lay beside me and we'll kiss, and caress, and suck, and fuck all the hot afternoon.I'll take you to Paradise.'

What I actually said was, 'What's the score? How are we doing?'

'Not too good, Mr Sikorsky. 103 for 4.'

'Freddy still in?'

'35 not out. And Peterson's on 18.'

'All is not lost then.They stay together for an hour and we'll stand a chance.'

'Fingers crossed!'

I went back to cleaning the pool, saying to myself. 'There, that wasn't too difficult. A few words and the ice is broken. Next time will be easier.' I found myself feeling really elated, and even started whistling. I wondered if he had noticed my hard under my shorts and if he had, what he had made of it.

After about ten minutes he got up, switched the radio off and rolled his towel up. Show over for the day.

I needed to cool off, and dived in to swim a few lengths, before pulling myself out and laying on the marble for myself and my shorts to dry off in the harsh sun.

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I had just about dried and was dozing in the sun when I heard his voice again.

'Sorry to disturb you Mr Sikorsky.' 

(He didn't know how much he disturbed me, sexy little teen! And I feared he never would!)

'But Dad said you're a whiz with computers.'

(I guess I am. I make my living, and a very good one too, writing computer games, but I'm pretty good with all software and a dab-hand with the screwdriver too.)

'You got problems?'

'It's my computer. Keeps freezing, and I've got to do my vacation project. Most of it's on the computer and I can't get anywhere with it.'

He was wearing shorts now. I wondered if he had underpants under them, or perhaps his scarlet trunks. Or whether, oh delight!, he was naked under them, cock hanging free, and if I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts... I shook my head to concentrate again, to break my reverie. I was hard again!

'Laptop or PC?'

'Laptop.'

'Well, bring it up to my workshop and we'll take a look.'

(Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly. I wish!)

'Now?'

'Why not. It's probably nothing much. It is Johnny, your name I mean?'

'Yes, Mr Sikorsky.'

'Call me Andy.'  (My Dad had named me Anders, but I had been Andy since a boy.)

'Okay.'

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I had just had time to change my damp shorts. I had shaved that morning so my cock, balls and arse were nice and smooth. I wax my chest but prefer the razor elsewhere. I slipped on some shiny white shorts, just like the ones Johnny was wearing. I combed my hair and sat at my desk. I heard him at the door.

'Mr... I mean Andy.'

'I'm through here.'

I pulled another chair up to the workbench and he sat beside me the computer in front of us.

I had a quick look at it, and it was as I expected. No free memory.

'You got a lot of games on this.'

'A few, yes.'

'Good lad, that's my bread and butter. But we've got to free up some space.'

We went through the usual exercises...no maintenance ever I guess. But it was still slow and there was not much free memory.

'Probably we can leave those games on it. These are what's causing the problem. Know what these files are?'

'No idea.'

'You share this computer with anyone, Johnny?'

'No. Used to with my brother Jed, but he's left now. In the army. So it's hundred percent mine now.'

'These must be his then. They're video files. Let's have a look. We'll run this 001 first.'

I went silent. Johnny went silent. We just watched. Spellbound, and I must admit slightly shocked...or at least surprised. Then.

'Jeez! You know who that is, Andy?'

'It's Mr Ainsworth from number 15 isn't it?'

'Yup. And he's in charge of the Army Cadet Corps. But that's not what I meant. The boy...'

'Hell! Look at that you can see they're enjoying it. Who is he?'

'My brother Jed. Looks like about four years ago. My age probably.'  

I never met Jed, who had left just before I moved in. From his appearance on the film I'd missed a treat. Same build as his brother and same happy face, but jet black, cropped hair, and a mediterranean olive-brown skin. 'Fourteen? And having the time of his life by the looks of it. He'd gone before I came here. Did he ever with you, I mean?'

'No.I'd only have been ten then.' He hesitated as he watched some more. 'Though I wish.....' His voice tailed off.

I reached over and took his hand. I placed it on my shorts, over my erect cock, and held it there. 'I know. I wish too.' I felt him grasp my cock through the silky fabric, and greatly daring, placed my hand over his crotch too. I could feel his little cock hard there, and grasped it . I still held his hand in place, until he got used to it.

We sat watching the older man and the teenage boy masturbating each other, both evidently enjoying it. They were sitting side-by-side on a green velvet sofa, presumably in Ainsworth's place. The decor was naff, all velvet, brass and ormolu. Ainsworth was naked to the waist, but he had just pulled the boy's t-shirt up to get at the nut-brown nipples. Both had their trousers round their ankles. There was no sound on the video, but Ainsworth was whispering in the boy's ear as they stroked each other's penis.  I wondered if the camera was hidden. Surely a guy in charge of school officer-training would never knowingly make a video of sex with a teenage boy? Well, I wouldn't : men do daft things when driven by sex. But I was enjoying this with Johnny and was stroking him through the silky fabric while he stroked mine. I wondered if, like us, they were watching porn as they jerked each other off. Probably, as the boy's eyes kept lifting up towards the camera. Ainsworth was concentrating on the real thing though, and I couldn't blame him!

'Oh hell! I've just got to!' I stood up, loosened my belt and let my shorts fall to the ground. I sat again.'

'Jeez! You're even bigger than old Ainsworth.' He was jerking me properly now.

'You, too, Johnny. Let's see and do it properly.' I eased him up, and after a hesitation, he pulled his shorts down. They had no belt, only elastic, and my guess had been right, no underpants. He had such a pretty cock, nearly hairless, with just a golden-blonde fringe at the root. His balls were tiny, white and hairless. I longed to kiss them and to bend over and suck that cock, so straight and white, with its pink-red helmet. But I contented myself with fondling it, stroking, gripping, rubbing, teasing.

He did not know whether to watch the film, my hand, or his hand on my cock. But we were both watching the screen when Jed came a little spurt over his tummy then oozing down into the jet-black fine hair. Then Ainsworth came, a cum worthy of such an attractive partner. His first spurt splashed onto his shoulder, his second across his chest, and his third in pools on his belly. It still oozed as his teenage partner slid his hand up and down, through the slick and slippery cum.

'Jeez! You see that. I'm coming. Oh Fuck! I'm coming'. I rubbed him harder, faster, and was rewarded with a small fountain of come splashing white onto his suntanned belly. He had stopped wanking me for a second, but I held his hand in place, and it took only a couple of strokes and I was coming too. I tried to squirt over him, but missed. It was none-the-less a good display (which is not boasting as who would not come mightily with a lovely fourteen year old boy!)

The video had ended. I feared the boy would think it gross if I licked him clean, so I reached for a cloth on the bench. and wiped him before cleaning myself.

'That was lovely, Johnny. Unexpected but good. Thank you. Was it good for you?'

'Oh yes!'

'Well what we should do is put these files on disk and then delete them from the hard disk. That'll solve your computer problems. They're too big for a box like this.'

After we'd burned the disks I gave them to him. ' You got somewhere to keep them safe? They could get Ainsworth in a heap of trouble.' 

'I can hide them.'

'Perhaps you'd like to look at another with me tomorrow. And I'll show you some of the tricks of my trade.'

'You mean designing games! Jeez would you?'

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I leave you to imagine the state I was in the next morning. I woke up at six (two hours early for me!), and was cursing myself for not arranging a time with Johnny. Now I would have to spend hours wondering if, and when, and whether etcetera. I couldn't eat breakfast I was so on edge, and instead swilled cup after cup of coffee. My cock was hard, and my balls were aching with that urgency you only feel when you are in love, or a very beautiful body is on offer. The coffee probably made me even more restless and I could not work at all. I went down the bottom of the garden, and tried to relax sitting in the dappled shade. I kept my hands off my cock, but was hard in any case thinking about what I might do. I  talked to myself again, as usual. 'Well, Anders, at least get to feel his body. After all you've had your hand on his cock, so it's not much more to stroke his thighs. And his belly. And his chest. And....' I heard myself groan in anticipated pleasure. But  then  I had a sudden panic he might come over and find me absent. I ran back to the house, startling the blackbird that had been busily turning over leaves. I made another coffee. I was a real love-sick lad! Or more probably I really had the hots for his lovely body and willing nature.

Luckily for my sanity, it was only ten o'clock when I saw him stretching long-legged to clamber over the fencing. He had the same white silky shorts on as yesterday, which I saw as a good omen!

'Hey! Andy! You should see this. Jeez! You won't believe your eyes. Jeez! Jed! Who'd a believed it!' He was bubbling with  excitement, and was clutching just one of the disks.

'And you must tell me what you think of this.'

The 'this'  I referred to was a huge screen in my bedroom, opposite my king-sized (queen-sized?) double bed. I had put a white satin sheet over the bed. Can you wonder now why I had been so tense all morning? Don't you agree a naked fourteen year old ash-blonde boy on silky new sheets is the peak of sexual excitement ? Well, I think so!

'You wait till you see what Jed and Mr Ainsworth are doing on this one. I didn't know Jed vwas so sexy. You wait. Jeez what a lovely bed, and look at that screen. It'll be like we're in the room with them.'

'No sandals on my lovely sheets, Johnny.' I kicked mine off and enjoyed watching him bend down to undo his.' And, as for me, I'm going to be comfortable and enjoy this if it's as good as you say.' I pulled my shorts down and took the disk from him. I was hard, and could see his wide, blue eyes on me staring. I walked over and slid the disk in as he pulled his own shorts down. I'm vain about my cock and made sure he got a look at it in full, magnificent profile! He lay on the bed watching me, his hard little cock the very centre of his being for me. I'm not a size queen: in fact I much prefer small, pretty ones.

'You're hard, too, Johnny, even before the film.'

'I've been like that all morning.' His voice went softer and for once took on the deep timbre it would have when it was fully broken. 'I was hard thinking about you and your huge prick.' There was a light blush as he said this.' I wish my body was as good as yours, I mean more muscles.'

'And  I've been like this all morning thinking about having my hand on yours too.' I gave my cock a stroke as I stood by the bed. He smiled and stroked his. I lay beside him on the bed. 'I love the feel of these sheets. Smooth as silk and almost as silky as this'. I reached for his cock and he giggled, cheerful. 'Here, you work it.' I handed the remote to him.

He clicked it.

'You're not going to believe this.'

Suddenly there was Ainsworth's cock in huge, astounding close-up profile, as he walked from the camera he had just set up. Behind him you could see the boy waiting. Then they were laying on the bed. Again from the heavy decor I assumed it was Ainsworth's bed...he seemed to have terrible taste in everything except his sex-partners! I guessed this film was quite a bit later than the first, as here they were enjoying each other's bodies, and not just their cocks as in yesterday's epic. They lay in each other's arms, kissing and licking everywhere except on the lips.We watched Ainsworth's hands fondling, caressing, feeling all over that smooth body. Jed was holding him so tight, with such passion  his fingers made white marks in Ainsworth's back. 

Propped up against the pillows, I put an arm tentatively round Johnny's shoulder. He moved closer so his weight was resting against me. I felt his sun-warmed skin on mine. I felt his hand on my cock. I gripped his shoulder and placed my fist round his cock.

'Watch this!' He was taking a proprietorial pride in the tape, in demonstrating it to me. 'It gets better.' 

The couple broke apart, and Ainsworth kissed the boy first on one nipple and then on the other. Now his lips on the boy's tummy, and finally around his cock. The pleasure on the boy's face was palpable, but he changed his position so they were now head-to-toe. Ainsworth kept his mouth over that cock all the while. And now the boy had the man's cock in his mouth too.

'I told you it was good'.

With my free hand I was now caressing the boy's arm and shoulder. The flesh was warm and firm, and his skin silky smooth. He stroked my belly, and then caressed my thigh. I longed to kiss him, but did not dare. But taking my cue from the film, I extracted my arm from behind him, and licked and kissed one of his nipples, rolling the other one between my fingers. They were hard, like the head of a nail I thought incongruously. His chest and belly were smooth and hairless under my lips. I circled his navel with the tip of my tongue, and then licked right inside his belly button. He giggled and complained it tickled.  Now my lips down over the brown-tan of his belly, down onto the still hairless shocking white below the tan-line. Then a light kiss on the pretty knob.

'Oh yes.....'

I knew what he wanted now, and was confident I would not be rejected in shocked confusion: I placed my lips round that lovely knob. I felt his legs stretch and strain with pleasure as I slipped the shaft into my throat until my lips touched his fine golden pubic hair. I gave him my best, sliding the full length in and out, and making sure my tongue ran along the front to maximise his pleasure. He was uncut, but had not a long foreskin. I took his cock out and slipped the tip of my tongue between knob and skin.

'Jeez. Me too...'

And in a second he was beside me and I felt his lips round my cock. Now his mouth, warm and wet. 

We both wriggled a bit till comfortable, and then concentrated on sucking, side-by side. I was able to stroke and caress his arse as we sucked. He concentrated on feeling the muscles of my thighs and stroking the small of my back. I soon noticed he had decided to do for me exactly what I was doing for him. so when I took his cock from my mouth to kiss and lick his tight little balls, to nibble at his hairless sack, so he gave me the same pleasure. And when I licked the length of the front of his shaft, there where it is most sensitive, so he did the same to me. I placed the side of my hand in the crease of his arse, and then tapped lightly on his anus with my forefinger. I felt his tiny finger knocking at my door as well. I was getting more and more excited and gobbled at him faster and faster. He was working on mine too, though I must have been large for his young mouth. Then I felt his whole body stiffen and knew he was about to come. I held his arse firm so he would not slip out of my mouth, and felt the warm and silky cum flood into my mouth. It was too much, the taste and feel of cum, and I came in his. A lot of cum I should think, as I'd been excited and hard for hours. He swallowed, but it was too much and it dribbled over his chin. 

I saw him stick his  tongue out and lick his lips to capture the escaped cum, and knew I had him. A conversion to cock-sucking: clearly he loved it! The prospect of days, weeks, months, years of pleasure stretched in front of me as this young boy moved into manhood.

And in that moment I loved him! I turned round, hugged him, and kissed him full on his lips. He reciprocated and I slipped my tongue inside his mouth. A  second later and his tongue was in my mouth. We lay in each other's arms for what seemed a timeless age in the glow of good sex. 

'That was something, Johnny.'

'Me too. Thanks Andy.'

Later we sat at my desk, and I started to teach him. The first of many lessons. Over the months he became like an apprentice, eventually actually doing original work and sharing the pay. However this first time it was really basic stuff. 

'You'll have to put your shorts on, Johnny. I can't concentrate.'

He giggled. I loved that smile! 'And I'm not even hard. And how can I concentrate with that huge thing beside me. Hey, Andy, do you mind if I ask?'

 'Whatever you want.' I kissed his forehead.

He held my limp cock.' I can see you shave here, and here, and here.' He cradled my balls and then lightly brushed his hand across my anus.

'Always have done. I once had a good friend who wanted me to do it for him, and later I found I liked it.'

'I do too. I'd like to shave mine as well.'

'Better wait till you leave school. Showers and stuff...'

'Jeez, yes. Anyway I don't have much hair.'

'And what you have is lovely.' I bent and kissed his cock. 'Now, I'll show you some tags.'


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The third day I was less nervous as I was sure he would come, and at ten as the day before. Sure enough, on the dot of ten I saw his long legs stretch to straddle the fence.He was bare-footed today and had on those provocative, revealing little trunks. As he stretched over the wooden top-rail, I imagined it pressed against that hidden anus. My cock twitched involuntary. It had been hard all morning, hard when I awoke, and now it was minutes from getting some of what it needed. He had a disk in his hand. He crossed the head of the pool. Then he hesitated. I saw him shake his head, turn and walk slowly back to the fence, clamber over and disappear into his house.

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I was devastated. My cock went limp immediately. What had gone wrong. Had he forgotten to turn the gas off or something? But that omenous shake of the head. Perhaps he wanted a crap? But again that glum, worried face as he had turned round. I made a coffee, put a  Hendrix disk on, and waited, and hoped.

It was about twenty long minutes, and there he was again. Again I was hard as he nimbly vaulted the fence this time, the disk in his free hand. I dropped my shorts to greet him naked at the door.

Before saying a word I had him in my arms, closing his mouth with a kiss. My cock pressed against his belly, and I could feel his leg raised between mine. I pressed my thighs together, holding his thigh there up against my balls. I caressed his arse, he mine, as our tongues fought for possession of each other's mouths. Finally, 'I nearly didn't come today, Andy.'

''What's wrong, Johnny?'

'It's this tape you see. The first one they jerked each other off, and we jerked each other off. The second one they sucked each other off, and we did the same.'

'And lovely it was too, Johnny.'

'Mmmm. But on this one. Well you'll see. And I wasn't so sure about that.'

'What's on the tape?'

'You'll see.'

I knelt in front of him on the stone floor, and nuzzled my face into that silken pouch. I could feel his cock hard, and closed my lips on the satin. It went even harder. and a hand each side of the waistband I slowly drew the scarlet silk down over his thighs. I left it above his knees when his cock and balls were free, and closed my mouth over his cock. He groaned and his hips jerked forward forcing it deep in my throat. I held his bottom, a hand on each cheek as the boy shagged my mouth, holding my head motionless in his two hands. 

'Better stop before I come. I want to show you this tape after all.'

He stood beside me as I loaded the disk, and we lay down together on my silken sheet.

He clicked the remote. The two were on the same bed, kissing and caressing, limbs writhing together. Propped against the pillows, we too were embracing and fondling each other, but always so we could watch the screen. Again I wished there had been a sound track, or I could lip read, as both the man and the boy were whispering to each other. It would have been exciting to have listened! They seemed to have come to a decision, and I could see why Johnny had been alarmed. Ainsworth was spreading lube in the boys's crack, and then finger fucking him as he knelt on the bed. I leaned over and kissed Johnny on his lips, still gently stroking his cock. Clearly this was not Jed's first time : it was no virgin arse that wriggled provocatively, inviting penetration. Which is exactly what it got, as Ainsworth greased his cock, placed it, and a hand on each of the boy's hips, pushed slowly, gently, but purposefully into that slim arse.

'See what I meant?'

I made no reply, but kissed him again. He was cupping my balls with one hand, as if feeling their weight, and gripping my shaft with the other. I was just stroking his cock, softly and well short of really jerking him off, my free hand round his shoulders.'

'You can see Jed's enjoying it. Look at his cock.' They were side on to the camera, and we could watch the full length of Ainsworth's cock sliding in and out. But what I was commenting on was Jed's cock, hard and weeping precum as he wanked it in time with the thrusts into his arse. 'He's nearly coming.'

'You'd think it would hurt. I was afraid...'

'Well! You can see he's really up for it. Look at them.'

We watched Ainsworth come in the boy's arse, and the boy himself come into the sheets they were kneeling on. The tape ended.

'I was afraid you would want me to do that too, Andy'

'Oh, but I do, Johnny. And I'll teach you to love it like Jed does.'

'Promise you won't hurt me.'

'I'll be gentle, Johnny. You'll end up wanting it all the time. Trust me.' I kissed him again, a long lingering embrace. I wondered if he could feel my heart beating in the excitement and anticipation of a virgin arse. 

I nudged him to turn him on his belly, and I swear I could make out his shivering with fear. To calm him I parted his cheeks and kissed his anus. The skin of his buttocks was soft and smooth against my cheeks. His anus was a little, puckered rose. He seemed to become calmer as I licked round and round it. He giggled as I penetrated with my tongue.
 
'I know exactly how you feel. I can remember my first time, how I half wanted it and half was frightened of it.' 

'Promise you won't let it hurt.'

'I'll tell you about my own first time if you like.'

'Please, Andy,'

I squeezed some lube onto my fingers, and spread it over his arsehole as I lay beside him and whispered in his ear.

'I was about your age, Johnny. A bit younger probably. Thirteen I should think. I loved mathematics at school, but was so good at it that I found the lessons a bit boring. I'd read ahead in the textbook, and knew it all before the teacher got round to it. The teacher, we called him Gus, was a nice, gentle sort of man. Not very well built and not very handsome, but quiet spoken and polite even to his pupils. He always wore a dark suit and shone his shoes, not like some of the teachers who looked more like hippies.' 

As I spoke I was slipping just the very tip of my index finger in and out his anus.

'It was in the afternoon, last lesson of the day. I'd given up paying attention because I knew all about it already. Another boy had given me a magazine at lunchbreak, and I was looking at it, careful to hide it out of line-of-sight behind my desk. Most magazines that circulated were what we called "cunt books", and they were just that. Pics of naked women or guys being sucked by girls, or guys fucking girls. This one was different.'

I was sliding the full length of my index finger in an out now, and was stroking his hips and thigh with my free hand.

'Is that nice?'

'Sort of. Anyway, it doesn't hurt.'

'It was different and I'd never seen anything like it. It was a bit like these vdeos, men with men, boys with boys. I found it much more exciting than the usual cunt stuff, and had a big hard-on, I tell you. Is that nice?'

I had two fingers up him now and was deliberately stretching and opening him. I found and pressed on his prostate.

'Oooh! That's nice!'

'So I'd lost track of the lesson altogether until I heard my name, and a silence. It was a terrible moment as I heard him say in his quiet, Irish voice." Well, Sikorsky, what is the value of x then?" I had no idea of course, and I just stuttered as he walked down the aisle between the desks. I tried to slip the magazine into my desk, but was too late. "Aha! Here's the explanation. Come and see me after school, Sikorsky.'" I then had twenty minutes of the lesson to wonder what would happen. A "cunt book" would be bad enough, but a gay book! Oh shit.'

'That's nice It's different.'

I explained to him about the prostate and how some hetero men never found that they had a centre of pleasure there, up inside them waiting to be massaged into real joy.

'So that's why men like being fucked up there. Some men I mean.'

'Got it in one, Johnny! Turn over on your side so we can kiss.'

'You won't take your fingers out?'

I kissed him. 'I just love it when you put your tongue in my mouth, Johnny, and the feel of your cock hard against my belly.'

'I wish I was as big as you.'

'You will be in a few years, but I love it like this. Is that still good?'

'It's nice. But tell me more about your maths teacher.'

'Later I used to go round to his flat every Saturday and Sunday, and he used to teach me maths way beyond school level, and he started to teach me how to programme a computer.'

'Like you're teaching me. But I didn't mean that. What happened when you went to see him after school?

'I was just teasing you, Johnny. Well, as you can imagine I was as nervous as a kitten. I mean, being caught with that book! I was a bit surprised when he locked the door behind me, saying "Don't want to be disturbed." He motioned me to sit down on a scruffy looking sofa. "I don't quite know what to do with you, Sikorsky".  He went over to his desk, unlocked a drawer and took out the magazine. He came over and sat beside me. I remember he smelled of aftershave and cigarettes. He opened the magazine at a page I remembered: two boys the dark-haired one sucking off the blonde one. "You find these pictures exciting, Sikorsky?" I replied that I did "sort-of". "Well, so do I, boy.  And that's your good luck, as I can just imagine the trouble you'd be in if one of the other masters had found this. As it is I understand you."  I felt his hand placed on my knee: I was wearing shorts, so he was gripping my naked flesh. He turned a few pages, and stopped at a full-page picture of a big-built guy fucking a slim, slender youth. "And what about this one, Anders?" I replied I hadn't got as far as that in the magazine, but it was certainly exciting, though it looked as if it must hurt."So if it hurts, why has the boy got a hard cock... like you Anders? Looks as if the boy's  enjoying it just as much as the guy who's fucking him."  Strangely, I felt his use of the 'f-word' more shocking than his hand on my knee, the book, or his enjoyment of it. He let the magazine drop to the floor, still open at that gripping image, and was fumbling with my zip. His hand was inside my flies, looking for a way into my underpants, and then I felt him holding my cock. He undid my belt and pulled my cock out of my pants. "Do the same for me, Anders." He had taken my wrist and placed my hand on his trousers. I could feel the hard cock beneath the fabric. Almost in a daze I unzipped him and his cock popped out. I was astounded how big it was, though it was not as big as the ones in the magazine: it just seemed so imposing, warm and real.'

'That's how I feel about yours, Andy. What happened then?'

'We jerked each other a bit. It was only later, much later that he kissed me. He sucked me a bit and made me suck him. Not that I needed much persuasion. And then he told me he was going to fuck me.'

'Told you, not asked you.'

'Told me. He was a schoolmaster and used to getting his way. I said I was afraid it would hurt, but he promised me he would be gentle, that it would only hurt for a minute or two, and then it would be nice. And since I was obviously gay, then I would want to learn how to enjoy being fucked, and I'd never have a better teacher than him. So I knelt in front of the sofa for him.'

'And did it hurt?'

'Yes, for a minute or two, then it didn't, and then it was good. Just like he said. I came, anyway! And now I'm so glad he taught me to enjoy it. I can't imagine life without being fucked sometimes!'

'I like the feel of your fingers up me.'

'Then I think you're ready. Do you want me to teach you?'

'Please, but be gentle.''

'Kneel for me. That's right, rest your head on the pillow.'

I spread his arse, a hand on each smooth cheek. His anus glistened with lube but had closed already now my fingers were removed. My cock twitched as I spread even more lubricant over my knob and shaft. I knelt behind him, my knob an inch or so from him. A drop of my precum fell onto his anus. I paused, enjoying the moment of anticipated pleasure. I looked down at that slender, smooth, sun-tanned back, and the whiteness of his arse cheeks. He was lovely! And in that moment I was aware of the great responsibility that had been handed me. If I got this right, if despite the inevitable pain I gave him pleasure, then he would want to be fucked in future. If I got it wrong, then this might be the only time in his life that he was fucked in the arse, and I would have denied him a lifetime of profound pleasures. Also, of course this would be the only time I had him! I rested my knob on his anus and applied the slightest of pressure.

'That feels nice.'

'I know. I love that moment when the knob first presses.'

'Mmmmmm!'

And, of course, if I got it right this first time, there was the prospect of more in the weeks and months to come, and more, and more! I increased the weight on my knob, and it slid gently into him. Just the knob, and his anus closed on it.

'That hurts. No! Please! Please Andy.'

He wriggled beneath me, trying to move away. But I held him down with both hands. His anus had spasmed and was gripping my knob very tight. I kept it there, motionless. Then, as I felt the spasm pass and my cock held but not gripped, I slid another few inches into him.

'Oh no! That really hurts now. I don't like it! Stop, please!'

I held him down as before, waiting for the moment to pass. As he relaxed again, I stroked his back and buttocks to calm him, as one would stroke a pet. I withdrew as far as my knob and pushed in again. I was afraid to give him my full length, afraid of damaging him deep in his rectum. The protests had ended, and I was fucking him, slowly and gently. I adjusted my position to make sure I was hitting the spot for him: I may have been at the wrong angle before, my cock not far enough to his front.

'OK?'

'It's all right now. It hurts a bit, but there's something else as well. It's nice, really.'

I started to fuck him a bit harder and deeper now. I leaned forward and licked his back, kissed his neck. I reached under him, and found his cock was hard. I jerked it a few times. He was wriggling under me, but with pleasure now, leaqning back towards me with each thrust of my cock. I held his hips to make sure I did not slip out. His hand replaced mine on his cock, and I could feel him masturbating down there as I fucked him. Without thinking, I was now having him as if he were one of my more mature partners, fucking him hard with my full length, my thighs smacking into his buttocks with each thrust. His hand flew up and down his cock, and he was muttering and panting. The moment was close!

'Oh, Addy! That's good. I'm coming! Oh Yes! yes! Aaaah!'

And I came too, of course, our orgasms coinciding.

After we lay side-by side, 'spoons', my cock still in him when we rolled over on the bed. 

'I've come all over your nice sheets, Andy. Sorry!'

I kissed him.  'I'm so glad you did'.

My cock slipped out of him. 'We'd better get cleaned up.

In the shower I inspected my cock. No blood, thank goodness, so it seemed I had not damaged him. As I soaped his arse I could see it was nearly closed again, even after the pumelling it had taken.

'Ok up there? I mean you don't hurt?'

'Sore, but all right.'

Under the streaming water I kissed him, The needles of spray washing the soap from us. I felt his cock going hard again, pressing on my thighs.

'Hey! You're hard again! Oh to be fourteen. Shall I?'  He was silent, so I knelt in front and took him in my mouth. I denied myself the pleasure of slipping a finger up him as I sucked, but caressed his thighs and buttocks, till again that slippery, silky feeling in my mouth.

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Ten thirty the next morning on my bed. New sheets!

'This is the last disk, Andy, and it's weird. You wait.'

I suppose it did seem weird to a fourteen year old novice, but later I suspect he would find it not at all extraordinary. We watched Jed tie his lover to a hook in the ceiling and administer a sound beating, using a short hunting crop. They both had very creditable hard-ons.

'! should think Jed's at least  a year older in this one. He looks more muscular.'

'Yes, and Ainsworth is going grey around the side-burns.'

'Do you want to do that to me. Tie me up and beat me.'

'Not really. I don't see the point. I'd like to do what comes next though.'

'I'm glad you don't want it. Doesn't do anything for me either.'

What came next was Jed fucking Ainsworth, first off in missionary position, and then doggy-style from behind. And that's what we did : I came! He came!

'See I've mucked the sheets up this time!'

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Our fuck fest went on daily for the several months leading up to Christmas. Johnny and I became closer and closer, welded together by the pleasure in each other's bodies, by cocks, mouths, arses. All the time Johnny became more proficient not only in his love-making, but also in his programming skills. By Christmas he was actually doing useful work, and really helping. He also had a very creative imagination, and some of his game ideas were really innovative. I felt the game we were working on would be one of my ... our ... best. At Christmas Johnny's father invited me round for drinks one evening. I had a nodding acqaintance with him, but his engineering work was mainly overseas, and his visits home fleeting and I assume too busy to bother much with neighbours.

However, I managed to have a long chat with him. He is a very handsome man, but there is something feminine about his lips and smile, and I wondered if he was bi-sexual. After all, he had produced two gay children. And those boys in North Africa... He was very affable.

'Mr Sikorsky, Fiona and I really appreciate your work with Johnny.'

'Call me Andy, please. It's short for Anders'

'Ad I'm another John. Being away so much, Johnny hasn't really got a father much of the time, and you seem to have become a role model.'

'He's a fine lad, John. You and your wife must be proud of him.'

'He is coming on well. Doing well at school too. Especially maths, which pleases me. I'm an engineer you know. And Fiona and I really appreciate your teaching him computing. He's mad keen on it.'

'He's producing good work. In fact I'm going to have to start paying him. I think the fairest way would be to give him some equity in the company, so he shares in the profits. What do you think?'

'That's wonderful. And very generous.'

'I'll see my lawyer and accountant after the holiday break and have them work it out.'

He was obviously very pleased: and why not? As he smiled and chatted pleasantly I found myself wondering what he would be like in bed. But I came back to earth, as there was one more thing to settle.

'We have a big show twice a year. The Autumn one is in Strasbourg but this Spring it's handier in Cardiff. All the industry is there, and its a chance for creators like me to meet the manufacturers and money men. And other programmers too. Exchange ideas, network. It's essential.'

'And fun too, I imagine.'

'Mostly hard work. It's only five days and there's a lot of ground to cover. I'd like to take Johnny to the Cardiff convention. I've checked and it's during his half-term break luckily. Of course, I haven't said anything to him yet.'

'Bit young for that sort of thing?'

'Young in years, but there's nothing young about his work, or his attitude to work. I think it would be good for him. My company would pay all the room, travel and expenses, of course. Do you need to discuss it with your wife.'

'No. She'll go along with my opinion as usual. You'll look after him, make sure he doesn't get any trouble?'

'My word on it.'

'Then it's OK. I'm sure it will be very formative.'

Five nights with my lovely boy. To sleep in his arms, to wake up beside him, to fuck and suck, kiss and caress. It would be like a honeymoon. I was in a good mood when I spotted Ainsworth across the room.

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'It's Ainsworth, isn't it?'

'Cecil. And you're Sikorsky.'

'Anders. I've been hoping to meet you. I so enjoyed the home movies you made with Jed.'

Poor man! He blanched and dropped his glass, luckily empty. After he scrabbled around picking it up he composed himself enough to speak. 'I thought they were all deleted.'

'Luckily not, and Johnny and I enjoyed them greatly.'

'Johnny?'

'Oh yes, we watched then together in my bed. Jed must have been about the same age when you first had him, and we found them very educational.'

'Educational?'

'Oh yes. We followed every step in the action and then did it ourselves. As I said we are very grateful. Without those tapes I'd never have dared approach him and we would have missed a lot of fun! But there was one bit which we have not imitated.'

'Which?'

'The beating.'

'To tell you the truth, Anders, that's what I like more than anything.'

'I guessed as much. Would you like Johnny and me to give you a seeing to?'

'Would I! He's very pretty, and you're just the sort of guy I fantasise over.'

'Are you free late afternoons?'

'Weekends.'

'That's settled then. Jot your number in my diary and I'll give you a ring next time we're in bed together. You can just come round. It's only a couple of minutes.'

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I intended to widen Johnny's experience. Some group sex at the Convention, A sex-slave, and hopefully a threesome.

'Hi. It's Jed isn't it?'

'And you must be Andy. Johnny told me all about you last night.'

'All good, I hope?'

'Indeed! You've taught him well!'

'Me and those films you left him. So you had him last night?'

'Yes, he crept into my bed when everyone, me too, was asleep. Woke me with his mouth round my cock. What a night!'

'I can imagine! He's a very passionate boy. You left the films on purpose?'

'I did. In case he wasn't as lucky as me finding a good teacher.'

'Fancy a threesome?'

'Oh yes!'

'Come over with him tomorrow then. He needs to widen his experience a bit. And I envy your nights with him.'

'Only home till New Year's Day. You've got him every day for months.'

'True.'

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