



                               JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING


                                            by John P

                                       Copyright© 2011


Chapter 16

At school today, I ran into Chris during afternoon break and he
asked if I want to go to his house on Saturday and spend the
night. I said yes almost before he'd finished the question,
giving away the fact that I wanted to be with him. We arranged a
time and, as he left, I turned and silently mouthed. 'Yesss!' His
parents going away for the weekend was the reason he asked me and
his long foreskin was the reason I wanted to go. That gorgeous
foreskin is 2 inches long when his cock is flaccid and, at 16
years old, it means that he's got a much bigger cock than I have.
I love him in my own schoolboy way, although I suspect that the
sex he has with me is really the reason I'm so infatuated with
him.

When I arrive at the address he gave me, I find it's a house in
its own grounds, surrounded by massive gardens. I dismount my
bike and ring the bell and it's answered by Chris, looking very
sexy in his white shorts. He invites me in and we go through to
the kitchen where he fixes us both up with a Coke. I watch him as
he moves, admiring his well-muscled legs and watching his crotch
whenever I get the chance. My own little 14-year-old dick is
stirring as I watch him and it hasn't gone unnoticed that my
shorts are tenting a bit.

"You're sleeping in my bed if that's OK," he says and I silently
cheer. "Bring your stuff upstairs and I'll show you where it is."
We trek up the stairs and I'm watching his bum with the
occasional look at the size of the house. Wow! It's like mansion.
I chuck my stuff next to the wardrobe he points out and he leads
me back downstairs to the kitchen.

We chat about this and that, other pupils, teachers, the latest
computer games and he asks what I'd like to do. I shrug and say,
"Anything really," and he says maybe we can play the last two
computer games he got later. I say, "Yes, OK," and we decide to
return to the kitchen.

After a bit more chat, he blushes a bit, obviously nervous about
asking me something.

"I've hidden some porn in the summerhouse. Do you fancy a look?"
he asks and I nod straight away. "Come on then," he says, "bring
your Coke."

He leads the way into the back garden and it's enormous. We turn
a kind of dog-leg around some bushes and this big greenhouse
appears. It's a giant garden shed with lots of windows and, to be
honest, I've never seen anything like it. Several easy chairs and
a couple of settees are scattered about, all with lots of
cushions. When we go in, he says to sit down and I pick a settee
while he searches for the porn.

Under a small table, there's a loose floorboard which comes up
when he puts the blade of his pen-knife into the crack between
that and the next one. He brings out a couple of magazines and a
lot of loose pictures, sitting down next to me before sorting
them out. I notice as he lays the magazines to one side that the
cover of one shows a man and a boy aged about 11 enjoying
themselves, the young boy's dick inserted into the man's mouth.
Wow! I didn't know boys started that early.

Chris sorts the pics into order and gives them to me, saying,
"Take a look at these."

When I look at the first picture, it's a photo, in fact they're
all photos. A little boy wears almost transparent pink little
girls' knickers and the next photo shows a close-up of his little
stiff dick encased in the flimsy nylon. His hands are placed near
his groin, on either side of his obviously bare pubic bone, as if
to draw attention to the dick which stands at attention inside.
In the next photo, a larger hand squeezes the little penis, the
boy's own hands covering the hands of whoever is molesting him
but not pulling the hands away.

I'm getting a bit aroused by this and I'm sure Chris is noticing
it. "What do you think of my little brother?" he asks and I look
up, not sure I've heard him properly. "Doesn't he look sexy?"

I'm remembering now that both my dad and Uncle Fred have enjoyed
making me wear knickers when they've had sex with me, and then I
remember that the first time Chris fucked me in the woods with
Uncle Fred, I was wearing knickers then. What is it with men
wanting boys to wear knickers while they have sex with them? They
feel sexy when you're wearing them certainly and no doubt it gets
men off harder and faster if they can act out the fantasy.

"Yes," I say, "he looks very sexy," and I study the photo more
closely. "His little balls look lovely in pink," I add and Chris
laughs somewhat nervously.

The next photo shows the little boy's bottom and I have to admit
that he certainly does look good in those tight knickers. My
dick's stirring and I wriggle a bit, trying to make it lie down
or at least become more comfortable in my shorts. Chris has seen
me do this and he smiles, knowing what's happening. When I glance
surreptitiously at his crotch, I can't help but notice the tent
in them. He's turned on too, in a big way.

When I can tear my eyes away, I look at the next photo and it
shows his crotch again, knickers pulled down and tucked under the
grape-sized balls. I'm getting aroused now and it doesn't help
when Chris puts his fingers against my crotch, feeling my shaft.

"You're hard," he murmurs, stating the blindingly obvious, and he
leans towards me, kissing my neck. "I remember you in knickers
too when I first met you, and you were sexy too."

I turn my head towards him and kiss his lips. He's lit my blue
touch-paper and I'm set to go off in the near future. He thrusts
his tongue into my mouth and his arms go around my neck, and I'm
responding, my arms going around his waist. Then we grope each
other, hands now busy tracing the outlines of each other's dick
in our shorts. He stands, pulling down his shorts until his cock
is uncovered, standing proud, long and thick. It's throbbing to
his heartbeat and I'm watching it, like a snake before a snake
charmer.

He quickly spreads the four photos on the settee next to me and
he pulls me to my feet, pulling my shorts down too and touching
my erection with his long fingers. I respond to his touch, eyes
closing as he feels my shaft and the knob which has become wet
with pre-cum.

He puts one hand on my shoulder and I sink to my knees, knowing
how he wants me to please him. His cock is erect, a full six
inches of hard steel, and my fist pulls back the long foreskin.
My lips open so that I can touch the tip of my tongue to his
knob, trying to force it into his pee-slit and licking up his
salty pre-cum. I open my mouth wide and take his whole knob in,
licking the underside but concentrating on touching his frenulum,
that most sensitive spot.

I suck his cock for only moments before he stops me and faces me
towards the settee where the photos are laid out on display. He
puts his hand on the back of my neck and gently guides me so that
I'm bending over and my hands support me on the seat of the
settee while I'm facing the photos. He drops to his knees behind
me and his tongue touches my bum-hole, and I open my legs wider
to help him. His tongue is talented and he's giving me the most
wonderful feelings as he slides it inside me. He's fucking my bum
with his tongue, forcing it in and out, and the fireworks are
going off in my head.

The photos before me increase my arousal as Chris tongue-fucks me
and I imagine the little boy's dick thrusting in and out of my
mouth while I'm stroking his pink knickers with my fingers,
feeling the smooth nylon. The little boy's balls would be small
in my mouth and maybe I could fit both of them in, licking and
sucking them as his big brother fucks my bum. God, I'm thinking
of sex with a little boy now. What's wrong with me?

Chris stands and I brace myself, waiting for the attractive
16-year-old to penetrate me, waiting for the cock that will breed
me. I feel his knob at my pucker, wet with my saliva, and he
pushes into me. I gasp at the intrusion but he holds my hips
tight, making sure I don't escape. I've remembered to push out my
sphincter and suddenly the big knob is in me. It feels so big as
it forces my anus open and he pauses, waiting for my rectum to
get used to the invader. Then he pushes again and he's in me, all
the way into me until I can feel his pubic hair tickling my
buttocks.

I'm full inside; there's no room left. My rectum is forced wider
by his big cock and I can feel his heartbeat through his prick
trapped inside me. I'm still looking at the photos, imagining his
little brother's tiny bum with Chris's cock forced up into it and
the thought is exciting me to the point where I'm making extra
saliva. A big cock up that little bum, yes, yes, oh yes, what a
sight.

Chris begins to fuck me slowly, bending over my back so I can
feel his chest and he plays with my nipples, stroking them,
pinching them. He's moving gently back and forth, and the feeling
of discomfort I have is being replaced by the pleasant feelings
I've learned to enjoy. He fucks me steadily and I'm looking at
the photos, seeing myself licking his little dick, licking his
tiny rosebud, pulling his knickers down so that I can lick his
balls.

Then Chris is whispering in my ear, "You like his knickers, don't
you, John? You'd like to suck him off, wouldn't you? Suck his
balls?" and I nod. "Would you lick his bum-hole, John? Would you
kiss his little dick?" I'm getting very worked up by his sex talk
and I can't think straight.

I'm being fucked vigorously now, long strokes, short strokes, and
he's banging me hard. "Do you want to watch while I fuck him?
Like to watch little boys, do you?" I'm looking at the photos,
imagining all the things Chris is saying and I'm rock hard.

"You're a pervert, aren’t you, John?" he pants into my ear and I
nod. "Say it!" he commands and I cry out what he wants to hear.

"Yes, Chris, I want to do your brother. I want to fuck him too.
I'm a pervert!" I shout and Chris speeds up, banging me harder as
he approaches ejaculation. There's nothing loving about what he's
doing to me, no finesse, no caring; he's violently raping me and
I'm standing with legs open wide, encouraging him to do it. I'm
panting now and moaning, and Chris is pinching my nipples harder,
hurting me but I'm beyond caring. I want his spunk. I want him to
breed me.

"You dirty pervert!" he shouts, spitting out the words in
apparent anger but he thrusts one last time into me and holds
still, and I feel his cock jerk inside me and the first spurt of
his semen shoots into me. He's cumming and screaming, "Pervert!
pervert!" and he's shuddering as my rectum is being filled with
hot seed.

I'm moaning as he's screaming at me and I feel each shot of his
hot spunk as it's pumped into my willing hole. "Fill me," I shout
and he hugs me tighter, his cock pulsing as he fills me. I'm
trembling with emotion as his orgasm peaks and I wait for him to
finish using me. I'm looking at the photos again and imagining
the joy that the little boy would get from being fucked in his
tiny bottom. Briefly I think, 'I'd love to suck Chris's spunk out
of his little bum,' and then I realise I'm being the pervert that
Chris accused me of.
He's still now, his shuddering has stopped and he's stopped
torturing my nipples. I stand still so that the last dribbles of
his spunk will drain into me and I wait for him to decide when
he'll pull his cock out of my battered bum-hole. I'm full of his
seed and I feel happy when he starts to kiss the back of my neck.
I can't kiss him back because my back is towards him but I reach
behind me with one hand and squeeze his thigh, letting him know
that I love him, that I love him bumming me.

When he finally pulls his cock out of my hole, I turn around and
go to my knees to clean it of his spunk and a few flecks of my
shit. I lick it clean, he joins me on the floor and we cuddle.

I have to ask. "When did your brother start wearing knickers?"
and Chris began to tell me the story.

"Three years ago, when I was 13, I saw some pictures of a man
wearing women’s knickers. It really turned me on and I just
couldn't get it out of my head. I was on the computer day after
day, looking for more, and I found some. My cock was so hard and
I'd wank off to them, sometimes three times a day. I didn't want
to wear them myself; I just wanted to wank off to somebody else.
My brother Andrew saw me wanking over them one day and I had to
explain what I was doing. Can you imagine explaining wanking to
an 8-year-old?"

I shake my head and he continues.

"He was so curious about wanking and he's such a good brother
that he asked if he could do it for me. I was so touched that he
wanted to help me and I cuddled him. He touched my cock and it
felt wonderful. After I made him promise to keep it secret, I
showed him how to do it. His little hand wanked me as I looked at
the pictures and he asked why I needed them. When I explained
that it makes it much more exciting, he sort of understood. 'But
why are those men wearing ladies' knickers?' he asked and I told
him that they found it exciting too. He thought about this while
he wanked me and then he said, 'Can I wear some knickers for
you?' and I just shot my spunk all over his hand. The poor kid
didn't know what to do with my spunk so I licked his hand clean."

"What did he say about that?" I ask, intrigued by the image in my
mind.

"When he asked me if it tasted nasty, I said no, that most girls
like to do that for their boyfriends. He looked dubious but he's
always trusted me so I suppose he believed me. I didn't know if
it was true but I remembered stories where women had done this
for men and I just wanted to believe it. Anyway, what he said
about wearing girls' knickers for me just made me horny. What
would he look like? Where could we get some? Then it came to me.
Our sister, Julia. She was seven then and Mum had bought her
loads of underwear and I set about figuring how to pinch some so
we could dress Andy in them. It was easy as pie. Just make sure
the folks weren't around, go into her room and pinch a pair from
her drawer. She had lots of them and I went through them,
sniffing them and feeling them, rubbing the material against my
face. It was really starting to turn me on."

I enter into the conversation now and explain that my uncle
bought girls' clothes for me and made me wear them. "You
remember," I said, "what I was wearing when you fucked me in the
woods, don't you?" and he smiles at the recollection.

"Oh yes," he says, "you were very sexy and I just had to fuck
you."

"And you took my knickers for a souvenir, didn't you?" I say, but
he says, "No, not a souvenir. I wanted Andy to wear them. He's 11
now and I thought that they might fit him. And they did!"

He continues the story. "I chose a nice frilly pair of knickers
for Andy and when we tried them on his naked little body later
that night, they fit perfectly. I got him to wank me there and
then while I played with his little dick through his knickers. I
came all over his hand in no time and he licked my spunk off his
hand for the first time. You've no idea how that made me feel. I
had to thank him so I wanked his little dick until he had a dry
cum. He really liked that and I promised I would do that for him
every time if he wanted."

"And he wanted to every time, right?" I ask, smiling at Chris who
smiled back at me.

"Yes, he wanted it alright. The day after, I sneaked the knickers
back into my sister's room and got another pair. It was all a
dream come true. The thing is that now he likes to wear girls'
clothes for himself and not just for me. He dresses up in a bra
and knickers whenever the folks are out and parades himself in
front of me and I can't resist his gorgeous body. He wanks me off
and swallows all my spunk from his hand. He's even sucked my cock
since I taught him 3 months ago. I love him dearly and I actually
want to introduce him to fucking but I'm afraid I'll hurt him bad
because my cock's too big and he's only 11."

"Can I do it for you? My dick's much smaller than yours," I ask
timidly, thinking that he might be angry with me.

"You want to do my little brother while I watch?" he asks and I'm
fearful now.

"Yes, if you want me to," I say softly. "Unless you think I'm a
pervert."

He laughs and, with great relief, I laugh with him. "When can I
dress you in knickers and fuck your little bum again?" he asks
seriously and I tell him to get me some and I'll be his little
boy. I can see his mind working on the solution for getting some
knickers for me.


At dinner, I meet Andy for the first time. He is the cutest kid
and I can't stop looking at him. He's a smaller skinnier version
of Chris, with the same hair, same lovely eyes, soft lips and a
cheeky grin when he speaks to you. Although he's only 11, he
seems quite intelligent and not as childish as I expect, and
those shorts he's wearing don't hide much. I'm trying to picture
his little willy, remembering the photos of him that I found so
stimulating, and then there's his bottom...

Chris, at 16, seems so adult, so responsible, while me at 14, and
Andy at 11, seem more like children, well, juveniles. Chris is in
charge and Andy doesn't dispute the fact, and it makes for a very
pleasant evening in prospect. We don't talk of sexual matters but
I watch Andy's mouth when he speaks, imagining his lips trapped
in mine while I use my tongue.

We are all 3 eating the pizza that Chris has had delivered,
chatting about things and everybody's being affable. Andy asks
politely about details of my school life and parents and I answer
him, asking in turn how he likes his school and how he's doing
there. We decide on TV after dinner and once the kitchen is
cleared, we wander into the big lounge to watch the big-screen
TV.

I seat myself on one end of a a settee and Chris chooses to sit
on the other end of the same settee, with Andy plonking himself
down between us. There's a film showing and although strictly
speaking me and Andy shouldn't be watching it, we soak up all the
action, occasionally touching each other when the scary bits are
shown. He eventually stays leaning against me and I automatically
put my arm around his shoulders, hugging him to me. Chris watches
us, approving of what we're doing. I feel comfortable with Andy
and he with me, I think.

When the film's finished, Chris says it's time for Andy's shower
and he leaves my side, making his way upstairs. Once he's out of
earshot, Chris goes to a drawer and brings me something.

"Do you like these?" he asks and hands me a pair of knickers.
They're powder blue, sheer nylon and feel silky in texture. My
fingers stroke the flimsy material and I hold them up to the
light, seeing how transparent they are.

"Wow!" I say, "They're almost see-through," and Chris asks
straight out if I'll wear them for him later. How could I refuse
him anything? "But what about Andy? I thought you wanted me
to..."

"That's OK," he says, "he'll be wearing his own and I'd like to
see you both together. He doesn't know about what you and me do
together but maybe tonight I can change that."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" I ask, wondering how I go
about seducing young Andy.

"Leave it to me, John, I'll organise it," says Chris and he
kisses me gently.

Twenty minutes later, Andy comes back downstairs and he's wearing
a towelling bath robe. Chris takes me upstairs and shows me into
the bathroom, finding me his own bath-robe and leaving the blue
knickers with me to wear underneath when I've showered. When I
ask where the knickers came from, he tells me that they belong to
his mum.

When he leaves me, I strip all my clothes off and try on the
knickers which fit perfectly. When I look at myself in the
full-length mirror, I'm amazed at how aroused I am. I turn around
and look over my shoulder to see what my bottom looks like and
I'm impressed by how good it looks. No wonder men get turned on
by this.

Once I've finished showering, I dry myself and put on my
knickers. God, I look good. The mirror shows me what I look like;
no wonder Chris wants me so badly. I put on my robe and I go back
downstairs. When I settle myself on the settee again, Chris takes
Andy by the arm and stands him so that he's facing me.

Chris says softly, "Show John how beautiful you look, Andy," and
the young boy takes off his robe. Wow! He's standing there, naked
except for a pair of sheer white knickers and he looks like an
innocent virgin angel. My breath catches in my throat as I admire
his innocence, his fresh-faced innocence. I want to hug him, to
feel his body, to kiss his lips. I'm amazed at my own reaction to
this young boy.

"Turn around, Andy," he says. "Let him see all of you," and he
turns slowly so that I see his cute little bottom through the
flimsy nylon of his knickers. This boy is truly magnificent and I
realise that I am being attracted to him in the worst way
possible. The photos of him were one thing but this, this vision
is stunning. Andy opens his legs and I see his little bum-cheeks
part, and I'm overwhelmed by the sight.

Chris turns him round to face me again and I see the small
nipples on his chest, the cute inny belly button and the little
prick which is now thickening and lengthening before my eyes. My
own dick is filling with blood too and my knickers are getting
tighter. Andy's looking at my face, apparently wanting my
approval, wanting me to find him attractive and God help me, I
do.

"Let Andy see you, John," Chris says to me, his voice barely more
than a whisper His tented-out shorts announce that the sight of
his little brother in his little knickers is definitely arousing
him.

When I take off my bath-robe, Andy and Chris gasp in unison at
the sight of my body clothed only in their mum's blue knickers. I
read lust in the eyes of the older boy and a kind of appraising
curiosity in the eyes of young Andy who immediately drops to his
knees before me, looking closely at my skimpy female underwear
and running his little fingers over my stiff dick encased in
nylon. I look down at the boy as he fingers me and my dick is
jerking at young Andy's touch; I pray he won't stop.

Chris watches both of his boys, each in their knickers, and his
eyes convey his overwhelming lust for both of us. I watch Chris
and Andy alternately, but my attention has to stay with Andy when
his little fingers move down to cup my balls over my knickers and
I open my legs wide to give him more room. My hands go to his
head and I bring him to me, pulling my cock to his lips. His lips
kiss the nylon covering my shaft while his hands remain busy
fondling my testicles. The joy I feel is too difficult to
describe and I bask in the wondrous sensations that this little
boy is giving me.

I look up briefly at Chris and he nods, giving me permission to
continue our encounter until I can rid Andy of his virginity. His
little brother's saliva has soaked my knickers as he's run his
lips the length of my shaft and I have to stop him before he
makes me ejaculate prematurely. I raise him to his feet and fall
to my knees, immediately bringing my mouth to his little sex. His
little-boy smell intoxicates me as my tongue presses hard against
his little shaft. He gasps, overwhelmed as much as I am at the
sensations we are experiencing together.

The virginal white transparent knickers become wet as I orally
worship his 3-inch stiff prick and I lick the tiny balls covered
by the nylon. I take the gusset with one finger and move it
aside, freeing the boy's jewels so I can take his prick
immediately into my mouth. I take his full length into me,
feeling his smooth bare pubic bone against my nose. His sharp
intake of breath and his hands which go to my head to keep me
there are evidence enough that I'm giving him the feelings he so
desperately wants.

Realising that this can't continue for long before I cum, I pull
down his knickers and make him step out of them. I place him like
Chris placed me earlier, hands on the seat of the settee and
bottom in the air and I kneel behind him. My tongue licks the
length of his bum-crack, stopping briefly at his tiny pink
rosebud to wiggle the tip. He wriggles slightly and I hold his
hips steady so I can push the tip of my tongue into the little
bum-hole. Chris is beside us now, watching me intently as I try
to force open the boy's sphincter.

"Push out, Andy," he whispers to his brother and the tip of my
tongue enters the boy's anus, making him tremble. I'm able to
push my tongue in just over an inch and I try to leave lots of
saliva around his bum-hole as I draw it back out.

I stand now, moving the gusset of my knickers to one side so that
my dick and balls are freed. Chris is beside me now and he's
presenting me with a tube of lubricant with the cap removed. He
squeezes a generous amount onto my two fingers and I transfer the
cold jelly to the little boy's bum-hole, pushing in a finger
carefully. Andy looks behind him and says fearfully, You won't
hurt me, will you?" and I lean over his back to whisper, "I'll
never hurt you, Andy." Satisfied that I mean it, he relaxes his
sphincter and I push one finger all the way in, fucking in and
out with it. I introduce a second finger alongside the first and
he winces and then remembers to push out again. I finger-fuck him
now and then I feel cold jelly on my own dick as Chris spreads it
thick, wanking me at the same time.

The time has come to take this cute little boy's virginity, to
show him the ultimate act of male to male love. I place my dick
to his pucker and I feel him brace himself for the onslaught. My
knob pushes at his anus and it begins to give way as Andy pushes
outward, and I force it inside, opening his hole wide. He winces
and his sphincter tightens like a vice on my knob, holding it
fast. Then he remembers to push out again and the muscles relax,
making it possible to push further into the little boy's rectum.
I pause, waiting for him to get used to the size of me, and when
he relaxes once more, I thrust in further. It takes time because
I don't want to hurt him so I pause again, waiting for him.

Chris kneels beside Andy, kissing his brother who turns his head
to face him. "Can I suck your dick, Andy? Can I make you feel
good?" he asks and the little boy nods. He works himself between
the settee and the boy's legs and takes the 3-inch prick into his
mouth, sucking in all he can. One hand goes up to feel his little
balls, fondling them tenderly, and I use the opportunity to slide
my dick in the rest of the way until my groin presses tightly
against his bottom-cheeks.

I pause again and Chris continues to suck his brother's prick and
caress his balls. His tight rectum is hot and like a vice around
my dick and, as I look down, I see that my dick looks abnormally
big in relation to the size of the 11-year-old boy's buttocks.
But I have to go on, I have to make love to this gorgeous child.

I pull back slightly and thrust forward again, and the friction
is excruciatingly wonderful. He gasps each time I thrust into him
and I'm sure he's in a little pain. My hands go around him and I
find the little nipples which are now erect, and I pinch them
lightly, feeling him tremble underneath me.

My fucking continues gently and he moans aloud, calling my name.
"Ohhh John! Oohhh!" he groans, and it's not pain now or
discomfort; he's getting turned on. Chris leaves his brother's
prick and comes to stand behind me. His shorts are off and he's
wanking at the sight of me and his young brother, touching my
blue knickers with his free hand. He's stroking my nylon-covered
bottom as he wanks and soon he pulls my knickers away from my
buttocks and looks inside. My legs are slightly open and he can
clearly see my bum-crack.

Andy is beginning to pant now and I know it won't be long before
I fill his rectum with my seed. I start to fuck him faster and I
hold his chest tight, moaning, "Oh Andy, you're so pretty, so
sexy!" and he groans back in response. The friction produced by
the child's rectum is hastening the approach of my orgasm and
before I can do anything about it, I'm cumming!

I thrust into him once more and hold still, my dick jerking as I
begin to shoot spunk into him, filling his bowels with my white
hot seed. I'm groaning as I pump gob after gob of my cum into
him, my buttocks clenching with each spurt. He feels my dick
pulsing inside him and moans as I breed him, forcing as much
sperm as I can as far into him as my dick can manage.

Behind me, Chris pulls my knickers away from my buttocks and
sprays a torrent of his spunk onto my bum and inside my knickers.
I feel his hot sperm splashing over me, drenching me with his
potent seed. He places his jerking cock to my bum-crack and I
feel the pulsing as the last of it is pumped down my crack and
into my knickers.

Andy stands still as my orgasm finishes and I hold him tight so
that he won't move before the dribbles of my spunk flowing into
him have ended. Chris watches the last of his spunk trickle down
my bum-crack and soak into my knickers. A very big wet patch is
spreading, turning the powder blue into a darker shade as it
soaks into the nylon.

The little boy under me is trembling, his thin legs shaking, and
I slowly withdraw the dick that has taken his virginity. I stand
and pull the boy to his feet, turning him gently round and
kissing his lips. It's a gentle kiss, not one of passion, and I'm
relieved when his arms go around my neck and he hugs me. He
whispers, "That was lovely, John," and I whisper, "I loved it
too."

My hands reach down and I fondle his little bottom, feeling the
softness of his skin, a child's skin. Chris stands behind me,
kisses the back of my neck and he says simply, "Thankyou." I can
feel the spunk in my knickers drying on my skin and I realise
that I still have a task to perform. I leave my little lover and
go to my knees in front of Chris and begin to clean him, licking
the long foreskin and then pulling it all the way back so I can
lick the knob clean.

Andy watches me, touching his own erection while he examines the
wet patch that has formed in my knickers. After I've got Chris
clean, I take the child's prick into my mouth and suck him,
licking his frenulum to heighten the stimulation. Twenty seconds
later, he shudders and his hips buck but I'm sure I taste
something on my tongue. It's his first ejaculation and although
there won't be any sperm in it, I'm so proud that I'm the first
to taste his cum.

When his body is still again, he hugs me and I feel his warmth,
the affection that he has for me. I hold him close, rocking him
to and fro gently, basking in the knowledge that he will want me
again. I have to touch the tiny bottom again, to feel the child's
skin and to soothe his battered hole. I place him on the floor,
bottom high in the air, and I look at his pucker, except it's not
a pucker now, it's gaping open, and I see the pink insides. There
are traces of my spunk near the gaping hole and I lovingly lick
them up, my tongue caressing his anus and going inside to clean
him.

The 3 of us lie together on the carpet, holding each other,
caressing each other as our bodies relax and the heavy breathing
subsides. Andy keeps touching my knickers, playing with the wet
spots and Chris plays with my hair as I look lovingly into his
eyes.

There's still bedtime to look forward to. I wonder what will
happen upstairs.


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