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Boy on a Plate.
By John T. S. Teller.
7th course –Un Nouveau Petit Garçon a Servi Avec Les Joies de Sperme.
Fifteen-year-old Darren, who is almost as tall as me now, smiles into my face as the hot shower water pours over us; that lustful, cruel smile that tells me I'm about to be drained of the week's supply of spunk I've saved up for him while he was on an adventure week in The lake District with his schoolmates. He pushes his face right into mine and our eyes are locked with lust. I'm trembling as I open my mouth and push my tongue out. He looks at it for just a moment, and then he wraps his lips around it and sucks it as if he's sucking my cock. He leaves my tongue and stares down at my rigid cock, which is oozing precum, and his breathing becomes shallower. He locks his mouth on my neck and bites me and sucks until an enormous bruise appears. His finger nails are scraping over the skin of my back. He goes lower, nibbling my tits and rolling his head in my chest hair. Lower still, biting his way down to my pubic hair, and he rubs his nose in it. I wait for the precious moment of his hot mouth engulfing me. But he teases me first; running his tongue up and down my fraenum, and then he can wait no longer. His fingers seek my hole and he inserts them until they bottom out, his mouth opens wide and he engulfs me. Expertly, he sucks my swollen knob, and then pushes his head further onto me, and I feel it slide into his throat; a talent he's learned during the years we've been together. I look down at the head of the young man urgently bobbing on my cock, and, despite my overwhelming urge to cum, I gently and affectionately stroke his blond hair, and close my eyes and pretend it's still the small boy I once knew.
The small boy I once knew grips me tightly. The feelings build. I ejaculate. Darren swallows some of my spunk, and then pulls away and lets the rest of it spurt over his face and hair. He squeezes my cock to get every last bit out of me, and then rubs the spunk onto his tits and around his cock and balls as the water washes it down his body. Then he raises himself up to my level again and kisses me fiercely and tells me that I'm still his special man. I look into his eyes and tell him that he's still my special boy, and he folds into me and hugs me.
The small boy I once knew. The first year was the best; full of love and emotions and sexual exploration. Little did I realise when I met that small boy on that hot July day in the valley, when he invited me to his den, that my life would take a course that would lead me through a maze of discovery and self-discovery.
That first year. Wow! A year every boylover would die for. A year with a nymphomaniac boy child with a body that Michelangelo would have envied over. Sex, sex, and more sex. That's all he wanted. Any way he could get it, and with all the trimmings of perversion he could dream up. But most of all, he wanted my spunk. He lusted after my spunk like a normal child lusts after sweet stuff. Month after month, oodles of it went down his gullet. My boy didn't need vitamin supplements; he had the genetics of real life pumped into him on a regular basis. The body below me now isn't his own: it's me. Every part of him has grown from a diet of my spunk. But when I fed him my spunk, he was also eating his own spunk, because once he was able to make his own cum, I was fed his precious boy nectar that went through my digestive system to produce more spunk. A cycle of spunk flowing around us; each growing from the produce of the other's body. By the time he was thirteen, I was as addicted as he was to spunk. Darren's spunk that is.
And he was a clever boy at that age. And earlier! Oh yes! Darren was a very clever boy! Because he was also addicted to science and electronics and computer software, he outed me to his family as his mentor: `A bloke who's into computers big style, and he's promised to teach me stuff'. I'm a friend of the family now, with all the trimmings of having Darren staying over whenever he takes the fancy, which, lately, is most of the time. He has the key of the door, and one of the spare bedrooms is like fucking PC World! He'll work half the night and then drag me into the bedroom to `Spunk me up, Craig... I'm hungry'. He even wakes me up for a second dose halfway through the night sometimes. And always with that lovely giggle that I adore. But he wears me out, and I'm always relieved when he and his family go off to Menorca for two week's holiday.
But his cleverness doesn't stop with his own needs. He knows he's growing into a man and that I prefer boys. It doesn't mean that he doesn't want me; it just means that he's aware of my needs, and six months ago he sorted me out. Maybe I should tell you about it... or maybe `we' should tell you about it.
I'm watching TV when Craig gets up to make us coffee. He's just about to walk out of the room when a small boy appears on the screen. He stops in his tracks and stares at the boy, who's as cute as a pearl button with blond hair; about ten years old; a slim but curvaceous figure; and stunning looking. I grin at Craig. "Do you fancy him then?"
He seems sort of embarrassed that I've caught him out, and he grins and walks away without saying anything. When he's gone, I start thinking. In fact I've been thinking about us for a while now. Our best years are behind us. The first was the best; full of love and stuff. But then the mad love part began to decline, replaced with a different kind of love. And sex stuff. I still love Craig in a sort of I love to be around him way, and I miss him like Hell at times when I can't see him, and it's not just about sex. He's part of my life. He's my man. Of course, I still love the sex we have, which is now better as far as I'm concerned than it was when we first met. But it will be. I'm gay and Craig is my man. But I'm not a boy now, and Craig loves boys. So, if I'm to keep my man for longer, I need to make sure he doesn't find somebody else and fuck me off. And what better way than Horatio Philips to do that?
Horatio Philips. `Ozzie' we call him. He's twelve years old and in the second year, and he's as gay as they come in the same way I am: he'd like to fuck with the older boys in the school. Had Mr Ambridge still been at the school, Ozzie would have been blown in. Ambridge would have fucked him silly given half a chance, but Ambridge has left now, and he's probably fucking most of the boys in the public school he went to as Deputy Head. Good luck to him. I have no problems with him. He taught me how to wank properly, and I learned my first perversions from him. I suppose he was nice really. It was catching him with his hand on Aaron Chandler's arse that hurt me. He shouldn't have done that to me. I was his boy. He should have just had me.
I don't hide the fact that I'm gay at school now. Why should I? I don't give a fuck. Half the lads in the school are fucking gay anyway, so why should I bother.
It was Ozzie who approached me. He was shy at first, but when I told him I didn't give a fuck if he was gay, he really opened out. He wanted to fuck with me, but I told him I was into older guys and not kids. Yes, even though he's got dark hair and not blond, Ozzie will do fine for what I have in mind. The things he's really got going for him is that he looks only about ten years old and he's got a perfect little boy body with a really cute sticky out bum that he's not ashamed of waggling to make himself attractive, just the sort Craig likes. Yes, he's just the job for what I have in mind for Craig.
Darren Wright is super to me. He knows I'm gay. I've told him I am. In fact I'm exactly like him... I like older guys. I didn't know the exact details of his leanings until I asked him if we could have a date. He told me straight: he didn't fancy me because I was a kid. That hurt for a bit, but he remained friends with me, and he told me things about what he and his boyfriend get up to when he goes to his boyfriend's house. Some of the things he told me were amazing! They were so graphic that most of the time I wank thinking about what he told me.
It's Saturday morning and a gang of us, including Darren, have been playing football down at the recreation ground, and because he doesn't live too far from me, we walk home together. And we get talking. I've got a hard on just walking with him. He does that to me. I've never had proper sex before, but I really do want it with Darren, and when we get to Frisk's Field where it runs down to the trees and bushes by the railway line, I grab his dick and ask him if he fancies a wank in the bushes.
He shoves my hand away, scuffs me on the ears, and giggles. Then he stops, looks right into my eyes and says, "No. But I'll tell you what! Craig has gone away on a course for a week and won't be back until Monday and I'm really fucking horny, but we won't do down that shithole by the railway lines. I'll take you to his place. But I'm going to warn you, I'm that horny I'll fuck you if you do! And you'll have to suck me off."
"Fuck me? Would you really fuck me!"
Darren laughs. "I'd fuck anything at the moment. Have you been fucked before?"
Now I'm giggling. "No, of course I haven't. Does it hurt?"
Darren puts his hand on my shoulder. "Just a bit at first. My first time was done with a bit of piss and precum. Up Bluebell Woods. That's where I met Craig. I lured him into a den and made him fuck me. I was only eleven at the time."
I'm gobsmacked! "Only eleven! You were younger than me!"
"Dead right I was! And he's been fucking me ever since. And I fuck him. And we suck each other off. And we do other stuff, but that's none of your fucking business. So, are you going to let me fuck you or not? What time do you have to be home?"
I can hardly believe this is my lucky day. Darren is gorgeous and I've wanted to fuck with him ever since I went to the big school, and now I've got the chance, I'm not going to turn it down. "Six. For tea. What time is it now? How we do we get to your boyfriend's? I'll need a bath first, I'm fucking filthy!"
Darren looks at his watch. "Twelve o' clock. Well get changed and then we'll go. I'll meet you by the bus stop in half an hour. Don't fuck about."
Hook line and sinker. I've got him. I don't really want to fuck the little sod, but if I break him in for Craig, that's half the job done. Then I'll sneak Ozzie into Craig's one day and surprise him. I'll just tell him it's a kid I've brought home from school because he likes computers. I'll work out how to get Craig to fuck him, and somehow, I don't think he'll take much persuading. Right now, I need to get Ozzie into the trap. Craig will love him to bits. I know he will. He's the smallest kid in his class, and Craig loves them young looking. That kid on the TV Craig was looking is the spitting image of Ozzie, apart from the colour of his hair.
I'm nervous as Hell when we get off the bus. But my dick is hard. It has been ever since Darren said we were going here. All my fantasies are coming true if I get to suck Darren off, and if it doesn't hurt too much, having his big dick up my arse. What Darren doesn't know is that I use mum's vibrator lots of times. I've had it right up me, and my arse can take it easy now. And it's a big one. But most of all, I want to suck Darren's dick and make him spunk on me. Or in me. I've tasted spunk. I sucked Steve Morley off down by the railway line. He's sixteen and can shoot loads. They say that spunk tastes horrible, but Morley's didn't. It was sort of salty and creamy. I swallowed it all anyway, and Morley said I was brilliant for doing it. But once I'd sucked him off, I wanted him to do stuff with me, but he just put his dick away and fucked off! The bastard!
I turn the key in the lock and open the front door. I don't use the back door because Craig has bolted it. His mum only has a key to the back door, so only me and Craig can get in this way. I shove Ozzie in and close the door behind me. Something's wrong. When I called here and left on Wednesday, there were some letters on the hallstand where I'd put them, but now they're gone. It can't be his mum because she can't get in when the back door's locked. I soon get an answer to the puzzle when I hear the familiar voice. "Hey up, lover boy. I wondered when you'd be here. I hope you've had a shower. I'm going to fuck your arse big style."
I'm gobsmacked. Craig's back! How? He shouldn't be back until Monday. I'm not sure what to do, but it's too late now. I need to cover my tracks, but I can't help giggling when I answer him. "Watch your language! I've got a guest with me."
I walk into the lounge with Ozzie, and Craig is sitting on the sofa. He looks petrified when he sees the little kid I've brought with me. "Oh! I'm sorry. I thought you were alone."
I can't stop laughing when I gurgle, "Now you're in trouble! This is Horatio. How come you're back early?"
Craig has to giggle himself. "I texted you this morning. Didn't you get it? The bloke doing the course was taken ill, so we all went home. Sorry about my language, Horatio."
Ozzie giggles. "It's OK. Darren's told me about you."
Craig gives me a stare. "Has he now? And what's he told you?"
I put two fingers up at Craig. "Ozzie is gay. He wanted to know stuff, so I just told him I'd got a boyfriend."
"And I said you wouldn't mind if I brought him here and showed him how to put some more RAM in his PC. I've got some spare he can have. Anyway, I didn't get your text. I left my phone at home when we went to play footie, and I haven't looked at it. And I haven't brought it with me. What time did you send me the text?"
Craig takes his phone off the side table and looks at it. "9.20. I've not long got in. Anyway, you're here now, and so is Horatio, unless we've frightened him off. Have we frightened you off Horatio?"
Ozzie giggles and shakes his head. "No."
I don't miss Craig's eyes roaming over Ozzie, especially because he's wearing a white pair of footie shorts and his little legs are bare from the tops of his trainer socks to the hem of the shorts. My plans have gone tits up. But I can improvise. They're together now, so I don't have to do any more scheming in that regard. All I need to do now is make sure both of them get on together. If I'm really clever, I can get Craig to fuck Ozzie today. Time to make a start. I beckon Ozzie to one of the easy chairs. "Sit down." Then I go to Craig, sit by him, and grab him and try to kiss him. He struggles away from me. I give him a dirty look. "What's up with you? I told you Ozzie was gay. He won't mind. Anyway, he fancies older blokes so maybe you'll get to fuck him after you've fucked me."
I hear Ozzie giggle when I say that, but Craig gives me a dirty look. "You're a disgusting sod at times!"
I push Craig back on the sofa, climb on him and straddle his legs, stare into his eyes and wink at him. "Don't tell me you don't fancy him. And I reckon Ozzie fancies you now he's seen you." I turn to look at Ozzie, who's looking really embarrassed. "You do, don't you Ozzie? How would you like a piece of my boyfriend?"
Craig wrestles me off him and pushes me down onto the sofa, and I'm laughing fit to burst. Then I see his face change as he stares into my eyes. He's clever is my Craig. He knows what I've done for him, and he rewards me by grabbing me and giving me a really sexy kiss. If Ozzie's got anything about him our way, he'll have a hard on seeing us doing gay stuff, but I'll make sure, so I grab Craig's cock and fondle it through his jeans. I'm rewarded when Craig grabs my cock and begins to rub it. This is real exhibitionist stuff.
I break the kiss with Darren, grin at the beautiful small boy watching what we're doing, and pat the sofa beside me. "You're welcome to join in if you want. It's the one thing me and Darren haven't done before... have a threesome. If you don't fancy me, I'm sure lover boy here will accommodate you. But I have to warn you, he's a goer once he starts."
Horatio stares at us, not knowing what to say. But I know what I want him to say. I want him to say `yes', because I know Darren has arranged this on purpose. No, he didn't expect me to be in, but I reckon getting him here was in some way a prelude to introducing me to him. Do I want Horatio? Jeesus Christ I do! He's fucking beautiful! I know how old he is because I've heard Darren talk about him before if it's the same boy. In fact he's teased me about him when we were fucking. I remember his words: `There's a boy at school you'd love to fuck. He looks about ten, but he's twelve. He's as gay as fuck. He's tried to get me to fuck him, but I've told him I'm not into fucking kids. I'll describe him to you. He's got dark hair and green eyes; a lovely little body you'd die for, and the most beautiful little arse you've ever seen. Now pretend you're fucking him and spunk me up!' Horatio matches that description perfectly, so I reckon he is the same boy he was talking about.
What do I do now? They want me to join in. I'm horny just thinking about it, but I daren't. Darren has described his boyfriend to me before, but I didn't expect him to be so good looking. He doesn't look gay, which is how I like older men. He's a lot older than most guys I fancy, but I do fancy him. What the fuck do I do?"
I need to get involved here. Craig has done his bit and asked Ozzie to join us, but he's like a scared rabbit sitting there with his hand over his little cock trying to hide his hard on. My cock is as hard as nails, so maybe that's the best way. I look at him sitting in the chair. "What the fuck's up with you Ozzie? Come and get some of the action or fuck off home. I'm as horny as fuck." I open my zip, pull out my cock and waggle it about. "Come on! You said you wanted this. Well it's here. Come and get it! Come on, get off your fucking arse! You'd better hurry or Craig will have all of me. Come on. This will be fun. Real fucking and not fucking fantasies. Just think about it Ozzie, three queers having fun. You can't get anything better than that. Come on, suck my cock and Craig will put his tongue right up your arse. If you've never had a tongue up your arse, trust me, it's fucking fantastic! Fucking fantastic. Come on!" I can see the hesitation in his face. He wants to come, but he daren't. Holding my stiff cock, I get off the sofa and go to him, and waggle my cock in his face. And then I hold out a hand. "Come on. Don't be scared. Come on!"
Horatio takes hold of Darren's hand and he pulls him out of the chair, so I move up to the end of the sofa to make room for all three of us. Darren leads him to the sofa and pushes him down next to me, sits on the other side of him, takes the kid's hand, places it over his cock and shows Horatio how he likes to be wanked. I turn on my side behind Horatio, lean over, wrap my hand around the small boy's hand, and whisper in his ear, "I'll help you wank the sexy bastard off. I'm glad you're here. You can help me out. That's it... wank him slowly. He likes to be wanked slowly at first."
I lie back and let them get on with it. I know Ozzie is as horny as fuck because, while he's wanking me, he's staring at my cock like he wants to eat it. Maybe he will do in a bit, but we need to get him completely relaxed so Craig can do what he wants to him. Craig's in the right position; spooning up behind Ozzie, and I reckon his cock will be somewhere near Ozzie's arse. I look over Ozzie's head at Craig, and nod to tell him we're on the same wavelength. Time to progress. Ozzie wants my cock. Well he can have it in his mouth. I pull my foreskin right back so he has my whole knob to go at, and I push his mouth onto it until it disappears. Then I pat his head as he's bobbing up and down. "Watch your fucking teeth."
While Horatio is sucking Darren, I caress the little boy's silky thighs before slipping my hand inside his footie shorts and boxers until I reach the hot, throbbing rigid cock inside them. Horatio makes no attempt to stop me as I fondle it. I suspect he's too far gone to do that, because he's really chewing on Darren's knob now. I can't quite get to everything inside the shorts, so Horatio lifts his upper leg and rests it on top of mine to give me complete access to him, and I waste no time getting my hands and fingers around his cock and balls, which are nicely formed inside the little nutsac. Ozzie's cock is a lot smaller than Darren's was it his age. Maybe four inches at most, and slim, and he's not circumcised. Good... I like uncircumcised boys best. I lean right over and whisper in his ear. "Good boy. You're doing great. You've got a beautiful cock and great balls. Can you make spunk yet?" His answer is via his head doing a series of quick bobs on Darren's cock. "Good boy. Darren will love your spunk. I'd like it, but we'll let Darren have it, shall we?" Another series of rapid head bobbing. "I'll tell you what, you and Darren go to the bedroom and take your clothes off. I'll come into you when you're ready for me. I'll rim you while you're sucking Darren off. Do you fancy that?" Now a really rapid head bobbing. I get up and look at Darren. "You two go in the bedroom. I'll come to you when you're settled."
I shove Ozzie's head off my cock and get up. "Come on... let's go." As soon as we're in the bedroom, I strip naked. Ozzie seems a bit reluctant. I grin at him. "Come on! You were doing a great job sucking me off. I want more! Get your kegs off and suck my cock."
I'm on my back now, and Ozzie is lying between my legs, sucking me off. Craig comes into the room and watches what we're doing, and I give him the nod and wink that he's now got a naked boy to do stuff with. He strips off, and gets down behind Ozzie, who's lying flat on the bed until Craig lifts his hips and puts him in the doggie position with his legs straddled. Ozzie doesn't protest; he allows his little body to be moulded exactly as Craig wants it. Then Craig gets on the bed, lies behind Ozzie and pulls his arse cheeks wide. I can see him studying Ozzie's arsehole. I've brought Craig a little boy to fuck and I can see he's turned on big style by my present for him. This is fucking sexy stuff!
Manna from heaven. Horatio has a beautiful ringpiece; almost identical to Darren's when he was a small boy; pink in the centre, brown tinged on the outside, and completely hairless. The first small boy hole I've seen since I met Darren... and it's all mine to do as I want as I lick it and sniff it. The familiar aroma of a boy hole: a mixture of musk and boyish arse. But he's not dirty. In fact I can smell anti-perspirant, so he's not long had a bath and cleaned himself up. I could see he had a beautiful body when he was dressed, but when I came into the bedroom and saw him lying on his front revealing all his back, and the gorgeous pair of boy buns that stood out from his arced waist, I almost came in my pants. I pull slightly away to look at his balls. Two nice ones, and I cuddle them and lick them and suck them gently. He wriggles and opens his legs a bit wider, inviting me to explore more of him, so I run my fingers under him and grasp the small cock and pull it down, and push his foreskin right off his lovely pink knob. And then I begin to work on him by running my tongue from the tip of his cock to the top of his arse crack, making sure to prod the gorgeous little hole on the way. Then I spread his bum cheeks wide with my fingers and insert the tongue, and I feel him shudder. The pink rosebud parts easily. This boy has a delicate bum, but he's no virgin! Something knows its way up this hole, and I'm hoping it's not some AIDS ridden member of the Bog Brigade. I need to ask. I go up beside him, and whisper in his ear, "Have you had a cock in your bum before?"
Horatio stops his bobbing, takes his mouth off Darren's cock, looks at me and shakes his head. He's a clever boy, because I think he's worked out what's on my mind. "Only mum's dildo."
I rub his hair and push him back onto Darrens' cock. "Good boy. We don't need any rubbers then. You're safe with us because we don't do the rounds, and now I know you're super clean, we'll have great fun. Just enjoy it."
I return to my task. I'm an expert rimmer. I should be... I've had plenty of practice. First the tongue in as far as it will go, roll it around the tunnel, withdraw and suck hard on the anal skin as I do, and it pops out like lips. But it always slips out of my mouth making squeaks like a mouse. Repeat the process several times, and the saliva covered hole becomes tender. I can hear Darren beginning to gurgle, and I know he's reaching his peak, and I look over Horatio's bum and watch him climax.
I'm completely lost now. Sucking Darrens' dick is fantastic, but the feelings I'm getting from being rimmed by Craig is something else. Darren is cumming. I can feel the change in him. His dick is swelling and he's fucking my mouth harder. I've got hold of his big dick with both my hands and I'm wanking him as I suck him. He grunts as the first spurt of spunk shoots into my mouth just as Craig rams his tongue up my arse and waggles it about. More spurts, and I swallow them. I want more of the salty, creamy stuff, so I wank him furiously, but it stops spurting, so I suck his knob even harder to get every drop out of him. He slumps back on the bed, trying to get his breath back. Craig stops rimming me and comes up beside me, and his hands are all over my arse as he kisses my neck and shoulders. "Good boy! You did a fantastic job. You've sucked him dry."
I'm still worked up, and I need a release from the sexual tension. I look at Craig. "Will you suck me off now?"
I hear Ozzie ask Craig to suck him off. Like fuck he will! Ozzie can make spunk, or so he says, so that's mine! I look at him. "No! I'm doing that! Craig will fuck you while I suck you off." I work my way down between his legs until his cock and balls are by my face, and I wrap my mouth around his small cock and suck it. Craig gets off the bed and gets the KY. Then he kneels behind Ozzie and works some into his hole before kneeling behind him to place his cock in the right position. I reach under Ozzie's balls and grab Craig's swollen cock, and he pushes. I can't see where he's at, but I can feel it. Because Craig's hands are free, he grabs Ozzie by the hips and uses them to pull himself in. I'm not sure how Ozzie is feeling, but I don't give a fuck. Maybe he's lucky. Had I been fucking him, he would have two extra inches and more girth than Craig has got. Maybe Ozzie's mum's dildo will help out now. It will have to, because Craig is going deeper. I reach under Craig, stick two fingers up his arse and pull him into Ozzie until he's right in to the pubes, and good old Ozzie hasn't even whimpered. Fucking good lad!
Being fucked is something I've always wanted, but I must admit that when I saw the size of Darren's dick, I was worried. It's bigger than mum's dildo. I haven't seen Craig's dick yet, but now he's right in me, I know he hasn't got a big one. It went in easy. Well, relatively easy. I struggled just a bit when he got further in and went through the second part. But once he'd got through that, I knew I was going to enjoy this fuck, especially because Darren is going to be sucking me at the same time. I won't last long. I'm nearly cumming now, so I bury my head in the pillow and let them do what they want to me!
I look down at my cock in Horatio's bum. I haven't got a big cock, but even so, because Horatio is such a small boy, it looks big nestled in his petite bum. I'm right in him and he's taken all of me easily. His mother's dildo has done a good preparation job. I tighten my hold on his hips and start to fuck him. Darren's hand with two fingers up my arse is matching my rhythm. I can't see what he's doing, but Horatio is trying to fuck his mouth, so I know he's doing OK. I'm not going to last long!
I've often regretted being gay, but now I'm being fucked and sucked at the same time and the feeling are beyond fantastic, I'm really glad I am. Even in my wildest dreams I've never felt anything like this. I'm being used. Fucked and sucked. The feelings are building. The cock up my arse is going faster and slamming into me. And then I feel it... a sort of warm tickly feeling deep inside me as Craig slams into me one last time and crushes my arse against his pubic hairs. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me and I know he's shooting his load into me. My spunk comes spurting up my own cock and into Darren's mouth. Oh fucking Hell! Oh fucking Hell! Yessssss! Yessssss! Yesssss!
Craig slams right into Ozzie, and I know he's cumming because I can feel his arsehole pulsing on my fingers, matching each spurt of spunk that's shooting right up Ozzie's little boy tunnel. It should be my spunk! But I'll let him off this time. Ozzie's cock stiffens in my mouth. He pushes into me and shudders, and I feel three small spurts of his spunk shoot onto the back of my tongue as he mashes his belly against my face. They've both cum at the same time. Fucking brilliant, and I know exactly what Ozzie would have felt being filled with Craig's spunk. I roll Ozzie's spunk around in my mouth and taste it. Its sweet compared to Craig's... a sort of creamy sweetness. I'm not into little boys, but I definitely want more of this stuff. `Boy nectar' they call it. That describes it perfectly. I could have Ozzie's spunk on a pancake and enjoy it.
A hot, tight boy tunnel gripping my cock as I unload all my spunk into it, with all the feelings that go with looking at the diminutive body below me is beyond wonderful. A real live little boy's body with all the beautiful hairless curves is the greatest aphrodisiac on earth. I'd been saving up my spunk for Darren, but spurting it up this little beauty is better. I'm a lover of boys, and Darren has just delivered me a boy on plate, and it's been fantastic.
Darrren's strong hands on my shoulders push me inexorably to my knees, and I stare at the fifteen-year-old nine inch long thick cock jutting from the blonde pubic hair that's matted to his body as the water runs in rivulets down his well-muscled, trim body. I look up at him, and he nods. Two hands his cock takes now, and I grasp it firmly. He pushes it at my lips, and I yield to the swollen knob as it enters and fills my mouth. He jerks his hips at me and slams my head onto the back of the shower. Only my two hands grasping his cock stop him from rupturing my throat. He begins to vibrate – another skill he's learned – and after the first few shots of spunk fill my mouth, he withdraws and directs the remainder of his spunk onto my face as he yells his climaxing battle cry... "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck! Oh fucking yesssss!" ...and when he's recovered from his climax, he begins to piss on me, washing his semen down my body as the shower blasts us with hot water, and when the piss from his big cock dies away, his strong hands reach under my armpits and he pulls me up and slams me back into the corner of the shower. His mouth covers mine and his tongue goes deep as he grinds his body against me. Our cocks roll against one another; his still hard as I expected it to be. My young man has the libido of a rabbit. He breaks away. "Now you can really fuck me!"
We're on the sofa in the lounge. Craig is reading the newspaper; I'm leaning against him with my feet over the end, scribbling notes for a thesis on quantum physics. I look round at him. "Light me a fag up."
He takes two out of the packet, lights both, gives one to me, and resumes reading his paper. Then he asks, "How's the thesis coming on?"
"Fine. Ozzie says he's coming to stay next weekend. He's told his mum that we're building another PC. I'll be out most of the day on Saturday. Me and Plummy are going to get some new jeans. I said I'd meet him Saturday morning. Then we'll do McDonalds for a burger. Then we're going to the pics, so you'll have Ozzie all to yourself for an afternoon."
Craig grunts. "Good lad. Me and Horatio will have a good time while you're at the pics."
I laugh. "You'd better save some up for me or I'll kick Ozzie's arse so hard that he'll land back at his house. Anyway, I'm fucking him first when we go to bed."
Craig giggles and kisses my hair. "You'll do him some damage one day with that big dong of yours."
I laugh again. "He doesn't know you're in him after I've been there."
Another kiss on my hair. "Ahhh... but you'll never be able to rim like me if you live to be a hundred. That's what Horatio likes best."
I giggle. "True. Fancy doing it to me again now?"
Craig ignores me and carries on reading his paper. I settle back into him and continue scribbling notes. I'm really contented. Everything has worked out great since I delivered Craig a boy on a plate, and if I play my cards right and find him another youngster when Ozzie gets too old, I may be able to keep Craig for quite some time yet. But it's not all one way. The guide we had at The Lake District, James, who was twenty five, fancied me the first day we arrived, and he never left me alone while we were there. I rewarded him the last night I was there when I crept into his tent and let him suck my cock. He wanted me to suck him, but he'd got no rubbers and I refused. So I just wanked him and then went back to my tent. He gave me his phone number, but that's in bits somewhere on the M6 motorway.
I scribble a few more notes and my mind wanders to Ambridge. Strangely, I've thought about him quite a lot lately. The sod! But I sort of miss him. I wonder what he'd think of me now? He'd probably laugh. I wonder what he's doing right now. Probably wearing his pink cravat with green spots, looking very Bogardian out of a scene from Death in Venice, dunking Proustian Madeleines up some young boy's spunked up arse and nibbling at them with a big grin on his face. LOL.
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