Pip : by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton    mm

'I know what will get you hard again, sweetie. I'll tell you about the first boy I ever had.'

'Oh, please, darling. I'll just lay here and suck your lovely cock.'

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'Well, it must have been about a month after Mr Olsen introduced me to the joy of sex. Probably about my fourth visit to his apartment.He had just given me a lovely suck, and then finished off in my bottom.'
  "I expect you have some other friends, boys at school, to have cock fun with?"
  "Jeez no. They're all dead against it. If they want to wind someone up they call him gay...always leads to fights. Only they don't say 'gay': it's 'cock-sucker',  'faggot', 'bummer', 'mont', 'brown nose', 'arse bandit',  'shirt lifter', 'poofter', and all sorts of other insults. And they boast about their girls."   
  "And yet one in ten of them will be gay. It's a fact."
  "Jeez, that means two others in my class. I mean with me that makes three."
  "Probability says must be one and possibly three more. Statistics."

'On the long bus journey home from his place, half across the city, I got to thinking about his "statistics". There just had to be one other among the boys I knew. And with the vigour of a fourteen year old boy I needed sex more regularly than my one afternoon a week with Mr Olsen. Wanking was ok in its way, but the real thing was sooo much better now I'd experienced it!  In the back seat of the top deck, I had a quick look at one of the two magazines he had lent me. ("But save some cum for me next week!"). An idea was forming, as I stroked my cock.

'On Mondays in the school holidays I used to cycle out to the golf-course with my friend Phillip (we all called him Pip), and we would hunt for golf-balls lost over the weekend. These we would sell to the professional, who would use them on the driving range, or sell them back to the members. There was usually enough money for cigarettes and other contraband. We always used the same technique. One would go up the left side of the fairway, looking for balls hooked into the rough, the other opposite looking for slices. Slices always found more than hookers. We would both then do the rough at the back of the green before moving on to the next hole.

'That Monday it had been hot, we were both shirtless, and our rucksacks seemed heavy when we got to where we usually stopped for lunch. This was a great weeping willow, incongruous and out of place among the scrubby heathland trees. Under it was dry on wet days, and cool on hot days like that one. It was also well away from the fairways, and our own private place.

We emptied our bags.

  "Twenty five me."
  "Jeez, and I've got nineteeen."
  "Forty four : best yet."
  "And nearly all good ones."
  "Must have had matches Saturday and Sunday. They always use good balls for competitions."

I found myself looking at Pip, perhaps because of my new sexlife with Mr Olsen, perhaps because of the books he had lent me, perhaps because on the bus a couple of days before I had thought about Pip, fantasising sex with him as I spurted spunk into the back of the seat in front of me. He really was good-looking, blonde like me, tanned, sweaty from his exertions in the heat, with bits of dry bracken and heather sticking to his hairless chest. He had nice, full lips, and long eyelashes. I looked at his nipples. They were brown, like mine, but looked bigger to my eyes. He lolled back against the trunk of the willow, beside me. It was surprising he was not more popular. Like me he was a good sportsman, but like me he was a loner, not a real "team-player". Perhaps the other boys sensed we were different. Perhaps he was the other gay boy "statistics predicted". My eyes drifted down to his crotch, and I suddenly realised there was something different in the way he was looking at me. He was looking at mine, too. 

'I took a swig from my Coke bottle, and devoured the pork pie. His didn't last much longer.'

  "Let's stay here a bit, Pip. Too bloody hot out there."
  "Too right. And we've found a lot already."
  "I found a wank book on the bus Saturday. Wanna look?"
  "Something to do. Yeah!"

'We had never even wanked together before, so I felt this was real progress. I moved closer to him so we could share the images. My bare leg brushed his. He did not recoil so I moved an inch even closer and our thighs were pressed one against the other. I opened the book on our laps, turning the pages slowly. Of the two books Mr Olsen had lent me this was the least hardcore. It would have been considered 'soft porn' perhaps if it had not been gay. As it was there were page after page of naked men, some huge and muscled, some ordinary looking guys, some twinks, and some who looked not much older than us (though they probably were!). We looked in silence, and I felt my cock straining at my shorts, under the magazine. Then, suddenly, Pip put his hand on mine to stop me turning the page.
   "Jeez. Look at him"
   "Fuckin ell look at that cock on him"
'It was a huge, muscled guy, tanned, muscles rippling. He was pictured part-profile,photographed from low down, and his cock was profiled against the cloudless sky. It was huge, and I mean neither you nor I, darling, will ever have seen a bigger one.'

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'I'm not a size queen, sweetie.'

'I know you're not, darling, and nor am I. But Pip was at that moment!'

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'I realised the effect this particular picture was having on him, and decided the time had come.
   "I've gotta jerk off."
'I gave him the book, undid my belt buckle, lifted my arse and slipped my shorts down. I had not put on underpants that morning (thinking ahead to this moment), and my cock was standing clear. I started to stroke it.'
   "Jeez. I've got to too. Look at the prick on that guy."
'Such welcome, hoped for words, and even better, he stood up, and pulled his shorts off. Then he sat down again and slipped his cock out of the side of his white cotton underpants. We sat side-by side each stroking his own little cock'
   "We're neither of us anywhere near as big as that guy."
   "Don't suppose many are. That's why they photoed him."
Pip had a nice little cock, probably a bit longer and broader than mine.  But whereas mine was straight, his had a sort of bow in it, not much, but enough to make it look especially eager and keen. I'm cut, of course, but he was not, though as he wanked his knob was clear of his foreskin. Time to start to 'talk dirty' according to my planned seduction.
   "I wouldn't mind jerking that huge cock for him."
   "Too right"
   "But this is ok too. Better than mine"
'I reached over with my left hand and held his cock, displacing his hand from the base of it.'
   "Let me..."
'But I already was stroking his cock up and down between my thumb and forefinger, gently and fast, the way I like it. And, Joy!, he reached for mine and was jerking me. I looked in his face, but he was avoiding my glance.'

'So we, two teenage boys with all the vigour of fourteen year olds, jerked each other. It was nice to be able to get my hand properly round him, as Mr Olsen was too big for me, and I liked the feel of the foreskin slipping up and down under my palm. It was too much for me, but I wanted more. I suddenly, not to give him time to protest, leaned over and sank that pretty cock in my mouth.'
   "Jeez!"

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'Those were the days, darling. What did it feel like in your mouth?'

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'You wish, don't you, you naughty girl. I was able to get the whole length in easily, not like with Mr Olsen. As I bobbed up and down on him he was laying back, eyes closed, and hands not touching me, completely passive. But then I felt his hips beginning to move, rising to meet my mouth each time I sank down on him. I fluttered my tongue up and down the front of his cock as I sucked hard, just like I'd learned in that West London flat. He groaned and moaned, and his upward thrusts were getting more urgent. I took his cock out and looked at it, straining and red-knobbed. It shone from my saliva. I licked down the front and licked his balls: just the hint of a few sparse and fine golden hairs.'

   "Don't stop!"

'I gave him my best, sucking and sliding my lips up and down his shaft, holding his balls in one hand and rubbing and squeezing his cock with the other. I had no need to wank my own, which was on the edge of coming at any moment. Then I felt his legs straighten, his hips rise, and heard him muttering incoherently. My mouth filled with his cum, warm and silky cum. I held his cock in my mouth for a minute or two, and felt the hardness go until it was completely soft. I let go, and sat beside him again, back to the tree trunk.'

   "Jeez. That was good."

'He looked at me shyly, his eyes not wanting to meet mine. Our glances met, and he looked down timidly. I noticed how long and feminine his eyelashes were. He was a very pretty boy. I was aware my cock was twitching, close to coming even though untouched.'
   "Shall I? I mean can I do something for you, Kevin."
   "Oh, yes, please, Pip."

'He lay beside me and very tentatively kissed the eye of my knob. It twitched, and he laughed. Then, timidly, he closed his mouth round the helmet. I groaned. Then there was that lovely feeling as my shaft sank into his virgin mouth. I would have liked to run my fingers through his curly blonde hair, but it was safer just to lay there passive and let him experiment. He was sucking me well now, gobbling up and down on my cock. I felt myself coming. I tried to control it, to lengthen this first pleasure. But I looked down at his naked shoulders and chest, tanned and smooth, and I came, filling his mouth with my young spunk. He gagged a bit, but he swallowed.'

'We sat side-by-side, silent. I knew what was going through his mind, as I remembered what I felt when Mr Olsen first taught me boy-love. He would be shell-shocked, appalled and astounded by the strength of the orgasm, by the power of the pleasure that had filled his mind and body. He would be scared by the sudden realisation that he must be gay, and yet excited by that prospect at the same time. I waited for him to speak, to recover.'
   "I never knew, Kevin."
   "That it could be so good? That's how I feel,Pip. It was so good..."
   "Kevin, Tuesday, tomorrow , my parents go out to their Bridge evening. We could do it on my bed..."
   "I'd like that. I'll come round after tea." 
   "Have tea at my place. They go out at six and don't come back till ten. We can have some fun."

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'Shall I fuck you now darling? Or do you want to tell me about the Tuesday while I just suck you?'

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'That evening, as soon as his parents' car left the drive we went up to his bedroom. I got the impression he'd tidied it for this special occasion. We lay on the bed, and I dared to kiss him. I felt him flinch at this intimate and "un-masculine" act, but for a moment only, and then his lips were open for my tongue to enter his mouth. After all, my knob had been in there the day before, and a load of warm cum! This act of intimacy seemed to release some inhibition in him, and for the next five minutes we were writhing together, kissing and caressing. No honeymoon couple could have been more passionate! I managed to get my hands up under his shirt and remember marvelling at the silky smoothness of his back, and feeling his hands caressing my back.'
   "Let me...."
'I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.'
   "Me too..."
'His fingers were picking at the buttons on my shirt and a second later it joined his on the carpet. We were embracing again, tongues fighting for possession, but naked chest to naked chest now.'

'Minutes later we came up for air. I stroked his bare chest, hairless and tanned. His nipples stood hard, like the heads of small nails, as my palms brushed over them. I leaned over and took one brown nipple between my lips, nibbling gently at it. He moaned, and his hands gipped my shoulders tighter. The other one now, and another groan of ecstasy. Down now, my lips brushing his naked flesh, my tongue round his belly-button, and a giggle from him. As we lay, his shorts were tight over his flat belly. I unclasped the leather belt undid the top button, and slowly, treasuring the moment, slid the zip down. He was wearing white 'y-fronts'. I could see the shape of his hard cock, and grasped it through the thin cotton. I leaned over him and took it in my mouth, sideways on, mouthing the front of it through the cotton. There was a damp patch of pre-cum. I licked that. His hands were still on my shoulders. I slipped a hand into each side of the waistband, and he lifted his hips to help me as I drew down his shorts and underpants together.'

'There it was, that little triangle of golden boy-hairs, and that pretty cock, with its alluring bend in it. The shorts joined the rest of our clothes on the carpet. He was naked now, and I ran my hands over his whole body, neck, chest, belly, thighs, calves.'
   "You too.."
'And he was struggling with my belt and zip. Finally he worked it out, and pulled my shorts down. I wore no underpants (ready for this session!)'    

'We hugged and kissed again, but naked this time, hard little cocks straining against each other. I rolled so I was half on top of him and felt his hands stroking down my back, kneading my buttocks.I had one arm under him, but was able to caress his chest with my free hand. I found his nipple, and felt it harden as I tweaked it, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and licking.I looked down at his curly, blonde hair. Our legs were writhing together, and I realised he was trying to rub his cock against my body.
   "I've wanted this so much after yesterday. I was hard all night."
   "Jeez! Me too, Kevin. I didn't dare touch it in case I came."
   "Me, too. Saving my spunk for you, Pip."
   "I want to suck you again, Kevin."
   "Like this ..."

'We lay side-by-side, and I felt his lips around my knob. I waited, savouring the moment by licking his hairless balls. As he lay, his body slightly over mine, I could see his hairless arsehole, rosy and very slightly puckered. I promised myself that pretty little anus, and those plump buttocks. But for now there was his pretty cock. As his lips slid down my shaft, accepting the full length, I took his into my mouth, and slowly slid my head down on it till my nose touched those golden pubic curls. As I sucked, I stroked his balls, lilly-white in their tight sack. The golden hairs were a quarter-inch sparse fuzz there. I tapped gently with my forefinger on that so-desired anus, and saw it contract as I did so. Taking his lead from me, Pip had cradled my balls in his hand as if weighing them and was gently squeezing them as he sucked me.'

'I got my arm out from under him and used my free hand to explore his body. If I was becoming hard and angular as I moved into adolescence, then Pip was soft and rounded, almost girlish. But he was a boy, of course so I didn't mind. He still had a little of his pre-teen puppy fat, but would soon lose that.'

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'Come off it, Darling! "You didn't mind that". You loved it, admit it. And you still do like a nice rounded feminine body with a hard little cock.'

'Stop interrupting, and don't stop sucking. Yes! Like that, darling. Of course I like that, the queens, and big muscular guys too.'

'Ooooh! Hark at her.'

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'I wasn't blagging when I said I'd been hard all night, and although I tried to control it, I felt my orgasm building. Then I was coming, spurting cum into his mouth. He did not gag this time. I remembered to keep on sucking, and almost before I had finished coming, I felt his cum in my mouth too.'

'We lay together like that, still with cocks in mouths, till I felt his becoming limp, and knew mine was too.'

'Propped up on pillows, leaning against the bedhead we were silent for several minutes it seemed, surprised once again by the all-consuming joy of boy sex. Then. 
   "It gets better, Kevin. That was even better than yesterday. Why doesn't everyone do it?"
   "Can't think why. We certainly will, won't we?"
   "Mmmmmm."
   "I've got another wank book. Wanna see?"
   "Cool". 

'Something had changed in both of us over the two days, two shattering orgasms. Two days ago there was no way we would have sat, thighs touching, Pip with an arm round my waist behind us, me with an arm round his shoulders. No longer friends, we were lovers. I nibbled the lobe of his ear, and he giggled. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his ear, and tasted the bitterness there. 
   "Hey, that tickles."
The book was open on our laps, hiding our cocks. The cover showed two naked boys, mid to late teens, probably 'legal' in the jurisdiction where the  magazine had been printed, but almost certainly not so in our country. The blonde boy had a limp little cock, the black boy had a long, slender, erect cock.
   "You reckon that looks like Sylvester N'Tanga?"
Sylvester, despite his African name and coal-black skin, was as English as Pip and myself, a school class-mate.
   "Does a bit. Same build, and haircut. Probably it's the haircut."
   "I wonder if Sylvester's as long as that?"
   "I wouldn't mind finding out."
   "Nor me. You noticed how smooth and soft his skin is? And he's got no hair here at all yet. Nice body.'
   "Lotsa black guys don't get much hair there."
   "How you know that?"
   "Seen pictures. Anyway, I could fancy that guy, and Sylvester too. Open the book."

'As Pip turned the pages the photo shoot took us through the meeting of the two boys in a sea-side funfair, their return to a cheap boarding-house room, their embraces immediately the door was shut. He leafed quickly through the pages of the undressing and further, naked embraces, and then stopped.
   "Just like us, look!"
The two boys were entwined, side-by-side in a classic sixty-nine, cocks deep in mouths, arms around cute, hard, boy-buttocks.
   "I never thought we invented it!"

'Pages were turned slower now, and the magazine rose as two young cocks got hard again.'

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'Oh to be fourteen again, darling. Did you take some viagra while you were dressing? I just love your stockings, and the seams are exactly straight.'

'I did, sweetie. Didn't need it at fourteen.'

'Probably wouldn't now if it were a fourteen year old, chubby blonde with a pretty curve in his little willy!'

'You're just an old tart, darling. But I love you. Where was I?'

'The magazine was being lifted by two teenage cocks!'

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'Ah yes. Pip turned the pages slower now, and was surprised when the boys did not come in each other's mouths. The next few pages showed in glorious colour why not. The black boy greased and finger fucked the blonde's arsehole, and then greased his own cock. They lay in each other's arms kissing. The photographer had arranged it so he could get the act of penetration in close-up.
   "Jeez. I've heard of that, but thought it was just stories. Looks as if it must hurt."
   "I shouldn't think so. Look at the white boy's face."
And, indeed his face was the very picture of dreamy ecstasy as that slender black cock slipped into him, until their bodies were completely joined, bellies and chests and lips touching.  
   "And he's hard too. Should think he'd go soft if it really hurt."

'More pages, and a change of position. Now the blonde was kneeling, and his black lover was going at him from behind. From the way those strong black hands dug into the white flesh of his bum, it looked as if he was fucking hard now. The kneeling boy was propped on one elbow, and wanking his cock with his free hand.
   "I reckon the black boy could do that for him. Wank him, I mean. Reach under him and wank him."
   "Be nicer for both of them I should think.'
   "Look, Pip, those pics have made me horny as hell. I guess I'd like to try that. Would you like to try to fuck me."
   "You sure?"
   "I told you ..."
   "Well, if you want..."
   "Any oil anywhere?"
   "In my parents' room. I'll get it."

'I watched as he crossed the room, his little cock waving like a miniature version of the flagpole he held in front of him in the school 'marching band'. I was desperate for that cute little arse, but knew I would have to let him fuck me first. Then it would be 'only fair' for him to let me fuck him. Even then, darling I was manipulative, using school-boys' sense of honourable fairplay to get my wicked ways!'

'He returned with a white pot of some sort of cream. 
   "Let me."
I smeared some into my arse-crack, and then greased his cock. I don't have to tell you how much I enjoyed my palm slipping up and down the shaft.
   "How do you want me? Face-to-face like they started, or kneeling, like they finished."
   "Kneeling, I think. It looks easier. But you gotta open me up a bit with your finger like they did."

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In fact I prefer kneeling, as you know, Deirdre. With Mr Olsen, I mostly got fucked kneeling, and liked the feeling of complete submission, helplessness you get that way. Face to face is more tender, like lovers, but doggy-style is fiercer and sexier somehow. And I got in that habit. Lasted all these years.'

Me too, Kay darling. When you've finished your story I'll fuck you good and proper from behind. And get on and finish with it. I'm as randy as a fourteen year old, and can't wait to have your satin-clad arse. They're sensible those open-crotch panties."

'Ooooh! I'll get on with it then. 

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   "We can start laying down. You lay on your back, and I can get my finger up you from underneath." 
And that was much nicer as I could caress him while he gently inserted his finger and started to finger fuck me. I had to train him in exactly how to do it, but didn't want him to know yet how experienced I had become. And it suited me he was beginning to take control of the situation, seducing me as it were.
   "Sometimes there's a place where it is really nice. Sometimes you touch a bit that feels good, I mean really good. Feel around a bit and I'll tell you.'
His oily finger felt inside me, and there it was.
    "That's it. Just there! Press there! Ooooh! That's great.'
    "It's a sort of small bump. Like that?."
    "Oh yes. I could come I think, like that. Jesus! That's good. Fuck! You better stick it in me before I come with your finger.I think I'm ready now. Shall I kneel down?"
As I knelt in front of him I felt his hands part my buttocks, and in the moments he lingered like that I knew he was looking at my anus. I felt his face between my cheeks, and then his lips kissing my secret mouth. This was something Mr Olsen loved to do, and often he would lick and kiss me there for ages, sticking his tongue up me. So I was only surprised that Pip had done it by instinct, without having been taught, I giggled as his tongue, pointed, penetrated me.
    "That's lovely, Pip, but stick your cock up me, please. I scared I'll cum before you get it in, and that would spoil it."
First that delightful pressure of knob against anus as he sought to locate the angle for entrance. I helped him, reaching behind me to hold his cock and place it precisely where I wanted it. Pressure again, and the knob slipped into me. There was the usual momentary pang, and then the feeling of fullness as his shaft slipped into me. He was smaller, much smaller than Mr Olsen my only other partner to that date, but his cock still found out the centre of my male pleasure as he slid it out and in again. 

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'Hark at her! Centre of my male pleasure! You mean here?'

'You know I do, darling. I love it when you finger fuck me.'

'But even more when my nine inches are up you... Get on with the story, I can't wait much longer.'

'You're the one who interrupted me, darling. Where was I?'

'Young Pip was banging his little cock against your prostate.'

Ah yes.'

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I was kneeling so I could have wanked while he was shagging me, but I did not need to. Even then the feeling of a cock in me and thighs smacking into my arse was enough to bring me off without touching my cock. But Pip was if anything too eager.
    "I'm not sure how long I can hold out. You're lovely and tight and warm, Kevin. Jeez, this is good."
    "It's lovely, Pip. Fuck me as hard as you want. Faster. Oooh, yes!"
His thighs crashed into my buttocks, and he was slapping me with the free hand: the other was clutching at the flesh of my arsecheeks. I had to lean back into him or the weight of his body as he shagged me would have collapsed me onto the mattress. 
    "Jeez. I'm coming. Fuck!"
Three more thrusts, and with each one he was spurting deep inside me. I collapsed into the mattress, and we lay there, his cock twitching and throbbing still inside me, me deliberately contracting and releasing my arse. He had been too quick for me and my cock was still hard, my balls still full of cum. My turn now!

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'Keep it short, sweetie, or I'll come over your arse instead of up it.' 

'Don't want that, darling. So I will. Not much to tell really.'

'Take your time, sweetie, and tell it properly. It isn't every day you get to seduce a pretty fourteen year old lad.'

'More's the pity... Where was I?' 

'Your turn now....'

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His cock slipped out of me with that delicious long slide, and I turned on my side to hold him tight and kiss him in gratitude. 
   "That was great, Pip, the best ever."
   "Really? I was afraid I would hurt you."
   "Only for a second or two then it was great. I want it again! But first..."
I rolled him over onto his side and then onto his belly. He had the most perfect, flawless back, and I just wanted to kiss and caress him there again. I lay on him, my full weight over him and my cock resting along the crease of his bottom. I kissed the back of his neck and licked the fine, golden hairs there, ruffling his blonde locks with my fingers. He was not quite as muscled as me but his shoulders were good, and I caressed them while I licked and kissed his back between them. Down now to the small of his back, and he wriggled as I stroked and kissed him there, just above the white tan line made by his swimming trunks. I licked with the tip of my tongue, tracing that tan-line along its length, that boundary between the boy's public, sun-tanned beauty and the secret beauty of his white and soft-skinned buttocks. Down now to savour that white silkiness with my lips, and he wriggled again as I planted a kiss on each cheek. I parted them with a palm on each and there was the so-desired bottom-hole, pink and puckered like a young flower still in bud, a rose nestling there. I felt lust, but a sudden tenderness, which surprised me. I knelt forward and planted a wet kiss there. He giggled, and his hips lifted slightly inviting my tongue. With a pointed tongue I licked round in a circle, and the penetrated him. His hips rose further and I gained another quarter inch, feeling his anus contract on the invading tongue. In and out and round and round I rimmed him, caressing buttocks and back at the same time.
   "Nice?"
   "Don't stop!"
His buttocks felt warm and smooth as silk against my cheek.
   "I want to see if I can find that place you found in me, where it is good.'
   "OK."
I scooped a dollop of the white cream onto the end of my finger and transferred it to the crease of his arse. It melted and his anus glistened. I pressed the tip of my index finger against it and the tip slipped into him: I let it slide up to the first joint.
   "OK?"
   "Mmmmm. It was further in than that.'
I knew, of course, exactly where it was. Mr Olsen had taught me that and a lot more! But I played the game, sliding my finger in and out of him without touching his prostate.
   "OK? Nice?"
   "OK. But not great. Not like you said."
I allowed my finger to touch his prostate, lingering there and pressing, stroking it.
   "Oh yes! That's the place. Jeez! That's good."
   "I know where it is now. Got it."
I made sure that each time I slid my finger in I prodded that magical little bump, and soon had two fingers in him, approaching the width of my little cock. I was confident now that I would have him, my first little boy arse, my first seduction. I reached under him and found he was hard again. Oh to be fourteen!

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'We got viagara now, sweetie.'

'Better stop finger fucking me darling. I've nearly finished the story now. Don't interrupt again!'

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    "You must be enjoying it. You're hard again!"
    "You want me to fuck you again, Kevin?"
    "Mmmm. But I'd like to see what it's like to fuck you first, Pip. It's only fair."
    "I suppose so. But stop if I say.'
    "Kneel up for me..."
I parted those tender white cheeks again, and there was that pretty little anus, glistening now with the melted oil, still tight closed despite my, finally, three fingers inside him. I knew, however, I had relaxed and stretched him and there would be no real difficulty. There was plenty of lubricant already, but I wiped my cock once up and down his crease to get oil on my knob, and then placed it over his anus. Gripping my cock with an oily left hand I pushed the knob firmly against him, without actually penetrating. Everyone loves the feel of that, even virgins.
    "That's nice, Kevin." 
I pushed harder, and my knob slid in. He flinched, and I had to grab him by the hips to keep him from escaping on all fours.
    "Oh no! That hurts, Kevin. Stop, please. I don't like it."
But I gripped him tight, could see my fingers biting into the white flesh, and with a steady pressure, inch by inch possessed him. As soon as my thighs rested on his buttocks and I was fully in him, I pulled out but only as far as my knob. I knew from my first time with Mr Olsen that the feeling of the cock being pulled out was nice, even in the first few seconds, like a good shit(!), and also that I had to keep my cock moving if I was to finally give him pleasure. It might seem kind to pause, but the best was just to fuck him, gently but firmly. 
    I was somewhat chastened when I heard him starting to sob, but knew I just had to carry on .... I've started so I'll continue! And my justification soon appeared as the sobs stopped and were replaced by little panting squeaks. I went at him harder, and the squeaks became moans, not of pain but of pleasure. I was half aware that he had reached under himself and was wanking his cock as I shagged him. His arse was completely relaxed, and I slid easily in and out, with it just tight enough to give me my pleasure in turn.
     "That's good! Harder, Kevin. O fuck! You were right. It is good. Jesus, I'm going to come."
I had been controlling myself on the verge of coming for several minutes: now I reached beneath him and felt his cum splash onto my wrist. I could come! And with three huge thrusts deep into him I did just that, draining my balls into him. We were both exhausted, and I rolled sideways, still holding him, and we lay together my cock still half-hard in him and his arse still gripping and releasing me. We lay silent, panting for minutes, while I kissed his and licked his neck.
      "You were right, Kevin. I'm so glad you did not stop when I said."
      "Kiss me, Pip."
      "I don't think I can fuck again yet."
      "Nor me. Let's get some food and then perhaps we'll be ready again. I've got some cigarettes and let's see if your Dad's got any beer in the fridge ; I'll tell you about a guy I know. You should meet him. You'll like Mr Olsen.

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'But that's another story, eh, Sweetie? Now kneel for me so your panties frame that cute arsehole....

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