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Playing Hooky, 1963 - 1
by Pegboy (attaboy-jo-jo@hotmail.co.uk)

***

A fourteen-year-old boy is seduced by Alan, a soldier, 
and introduced to a group of horny film buffs. (MM/m-
teen, ped, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal)

***

PART 1

General Garland, El Supremo of the Southern Alliance, 
scanned the distant horizon for enemy ships. He knew this 
coastline like the back of his hand. The sea was dead calm, 
so his enemy could launch an attack on the town with ease. 
He stepped up to the sea wall and placed his enhanced, 
robotic hand on the metal rail...

'Fancy a turn on the boating lake, son?'

Startled, I snapped out of my daydream and saw a man 
dressed in army fatigues standing beside me. I felt a 
strong urge to run away; after all, I was playing hooky 
from school. But this wasn't a policeman, just a soldier 
with a friendly, reassuring look on his face.

'It's okay, son,' he said, grinning. 'I guess you decided 
it was too nice a day to spend indoors, eh? I shan't tell 
anyone, if you don't.'

His voice sounded deep and very masculine. I relaxed and 
considered his offer of a boat ride; after all, General 
Garland and his robot army could always fight the Northern 
Alliance another day.

I grinned back at the man. 'I don't usually skip school 
like this,' I said shyly. 'But I got on the wrong bus this 
morning and ended up here, on the promenade.'

'Yeah, it happens to me all the time,' he said, winking. 
'How about that boat ride, fancy it?'

'Yes,' I said shyly.

We made our way to Peter Pan's Playground, where a group of 
men were getting the rides ready for the day's business.

'It's a bit early,' said the man. 'The boats won't be out 
yet. Fancy a cup of tea and a bun?'

I didn't have that much money on me, so I decided to be 
honest with the man. 'I've got some money...' I stopped, a 
little embarrassed. My voice had not yet broke and was 
swooping up and down uncontrollably: like the cry of the 
seagulls flying overhead. I swallowed and tried again.

'I need to keep some money back for lunchtime, and...'

The man laughed. 'Don't worry about it, son. The tea and 
bun, and the boat ride, are on me. By the way, what's your 
name; I can't keep calling you "son", now can I?'

'Alan,' I said.

'Now what are the odds on that? My name's Alan too.'

The soldier and I exchanged a good deal of information over 
tea. I told him about my music studies and how I was 
preparing to take an important exam in the autumn. Alan 
laughed when I told him about the fearsome Miss Wilkinson, 
my form teacher, who had a habit of striding into the 
classroom and exclaiming, in stentorian tones, 'Boys' hands 
on desks, where I can see them!' The girls would titter and 
giggle until Miss Wilkinson silenced them with one of her 
ferocious looks.

Alan told me that he was serving the last two months of his 
army service at the Royal Artillery camp further along the 
coast, and that he was on a 48-hour pass. He said he 
couldn't wait to be back in civvies.

Strolling back along the promenade, the soldier began to 
ask more intimate questions; and as he did so, I became 
aware of his hand occasionally touching my upper arm and 
shoulder. Being a shy boy, I would not have normally 
tolerated this from a stranger, but amazingly, I found 
myself liking, even welcoming, the man's familiarity.

'How old are you, Alan?' he asked.

'Fourteen, nearly fifteen,' I replied.

'Hmmm, that might be a bit of a problem at the boating 
lake. Tell you what, if the boatman asks how old you are, 
you keep quiet and I'll say you're my nephew, and today's 
your thirteenth birthday. You don't mind being thirteen 
years old for the day, do you?'

'N-no,' I said.

'Those girls in your class; how many of them have you 
fooled around with?'

I blushed scarlet at the sudden, unexpected intimacy of the 
question. I looked up at Alan, who was grinning broadly. 
His eyes, however, had lost their warmth and seemed to 
glitter like two brilliant, piercing points of light.

I stopped, totally stunned by the question - where was this 
leading I thought. I couldn't seem to turn away from those 
probing eyes. What could I say? Alan was obviously 
expecting some kind of reply. I couldn't just tell him that 
I didn't much care for girls, and that I only felt 
comfortable around other boys.

'I... I don't have a girlfriend,' I stuttered, feeling like 
a first-class idiot.

'Oh, come on, a good-looking lad like you! Surely you've 
had a few girls play with your cock behind the bike shed 
after school.'

'No!' My voice cracked, suddenly taking on an unaccustomed 
strength.

'I haven't - I'm not interested in that sort of thing!'

There was a tension growing between us, which the soldier 
sensed and made an effort to dispel. He shrugged his 
shoulders and walked on.

'Sorry if I stepped on a corn,' he said.

By now, the morning had warmed up a good deal. It was 
definitely going to be a hot day, just as the weather 
forecaster on the wireless had promised. Peter Pan's 
Playground was filling up fast, and becoming noisy with the 
sound of small, pre-school kids having fun.

I caught up to the soldier as he reached the steps that led 
down to the boating lake. Why had he spoilt everything by 
raising the boring subject of girls, and why was he so 
interested in what I did with my cock?

There were quite a few paddleboats out on the lake that 
morning, many of which were filled with small kids and 
their adult minders. Deep down, I knew that I was getting a 
little too old for such things, but I really did like the 
boats.

Alan must have guessed what I was thinking. 'We don't have 
to go down there if you don't want to,' he said, placing a 
hand gently on my shoulder. 'I just like the boats, don't 
you?'

'Yes.'

'Come on then. We needn't stay long, and I'm really sorry 
about...'

'No, that's alright,' I interrupted. 'I just wasn't 
expecting a question about... about s-e-x.'

'So you know what it's called.'

'Yes, I've messed about a few times with some of the boys 
at school, nothing more.' I paused, blushing furiously.

'Right,' said Alan, grinning. 'So you and your friends have 
had a couple of wanks in the bog.'

I nodded.

'That's nothing to be ashamed of, son. We all do it when 
the pressure's on. It's all part of growing up. You'll soon 
be a man and things will work out just fine. They always 
do.'

The boatman eyed me up and down suspiciously. Over the 
years he had become quite an expert at picking out kids 
that were playing hooky.

As Alan paid the man for the boat, he spun the yarn about 
the birthday treat. The boatman remained unconvinced. 
'Happy birthday, son,' he begrudgingly muttered as he 
watched us cram ourselves into the small boat and paddle 
away.

'Look, let's try this. You put your right leg under my left 
one and your right arm along the back of the boat.'

I was almost helpless with laughter. 'What do you mean?' I 
spluttered. Alan repeated his instructions, carefully 
bending his left knee to allow me to slide my right leg 
underneath.

'If anyone sees us,' he said with a twinkle in his eye, 'I 
hope they don't get the wrong idea!'

'Why, what do you mean?' I asked.

'Well, some nosey parker might think I was trying to get my 
hand inside your [short] trousers.'

I sat still as Alan leaned forward and demonstrated what he 
meant. He placed his hand on the inside of my left thigh, 
just past the trouser hem. A tingle suddenly shot up my leg 
and settled in the area where my cock hung down; except it 
wasn't hanging down any more, it was swelling up and 
growing both in length and girth. I could feel my ball-sac 
getting tighter and tighter.

Alan's fingers were gently caressing the inside of my 
thigh. The tiny boat lurched back and forth as I moved 
across the wooden seat, closer to the soldier. Alan's 
fingers were now just an inch or so from my throbbing hard-
on. My breath became shallow and gasping as I gave myself 
up to the burning sensation in my groin.

'Come in, thirty-six. Your time's up!' shouted the 
boatman.'

Alan smiled as his fingers gently caressed the end of my 
hard-standing cock.

The boatman's voice boomed across the lake again. 'Come in 
number thirty-six!'

Alan removed his hand and said in a low voice, 'Don't 
worry, the old git can't see what I'm doing. Let's go eat.'

We sat side by side in the small seafront café, eating fish 
and chips and talking about nothing in particular. My cock 
twitched every time Alan pressed his thigh against mine. I 
could feel the warmth of his leg through the thin material 
of my trousers. Tentatively, I responded by spreading my 
legs and pressing my knee against his.

A combination of fear, excitement and anticipation swept 
over me as Alan's hand dropped beneath the tabletop and 
gave my swelling crotch a gentle squeeze.

'What do you want to do now, Alan?' the soldier asked, 
slowly retracting his hand.

'I-I-I don't know.'

'There's a good film on at the Rivoli,' he said. 'It's 
called "Tarzan's Three Challenges". Jock Mahoney and Woody 
Strode are in it.'

'Tarzan! Yes, let's go see it!'

'If we're quick, we'll just make the early show.'

We stood up and moved into the aisle between the tables. My 
incipient erection had now receded, leaving me with a real 
feeling of disappointment. Alan half turned to face the 
blowsy, middle-aged woman behind the counter.

'Thanks.... Bye,' he said.

The hot, weary woman responded with a distorted half-smile 
that clearly said, 'I know what you're up to, mate. Just 
don't get caught under the pier with the lad's pants down!'

We left the café quickly and hurried round the corner to 
the cinema in the next street. Alan paid for both our 
seats, and as we climbed the thickly carpeted stairs, he 
leaned forward and whispered in my ear, 'When we get in, 
sit in the second row from the back, well in from the 
gangway, it's darker there .... And take your jacket off 
and put it over your lap.'

As we entered the semi-darkened auditorium, the usherette 
tried to conduct us to a row of seats near the front, but 
Alan firmly guided me toward the second row of seats from 
the back. As we sat down, the house lights dimmed, the 
curtains parted and the film began.

Being so early in the afternoon - it wasn't one o'clock yet 
- there wasn't many people in the cinema. Most of them were 
pensioners scattered around in ones and twos. Within 
minutes, I was totally engrossed in the film - Tarzan was 
one of my favourite heroes. However, when Alan's hand 
slipped beneath the folds of my jacket, I decided to leave 
the jungle behind and concentrate on an adventure closer to 
home.

Alan's fingers began stroking my cock through the thin 
fabric of my trousers, bringing it to a full erection in 
just a few seconds. His fingers probed more urgently as, 
with eyes fixed on the screen, he undone the first of my 
fly buttons.

With all the buttons undone, Alan released my hard, 
throbbing cock from the confines of my underpants. I gasped 
as his thumb touched the very tip of my adolescent member, 
causing it to leak a drop of clear liquid that was spread 
over the bulbous surface of my knob by his ever moving 
thumb.

My whole body stiffened as I closed my eyes and felt Alan's 
hand encircle my aching, hard-standing member. I moved 
lower in my seat to allow him to explore further. He cupped 
my ball-sac in his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. I 
pushed back hard into my seat as he extended his forefinger 
and began probing for the most secret, hidden part of my 
body.

Suddenly, he moved in his seat: bringing himself closer to 
me.

'Do the same to me,' he said in a low, hoarse whisper.

I opened my eyes. The film was moving towards a noisy and 
colourful climax. My hand slid under the army jacket that 
lay across my friend's lap. My eager young fingers felt the 
warmth of the man's crotch.

'That's it, son. Give Old Gerald a squeeze.'

I took a sharp intake of breath as my fingers felt the 
hardness of the erection beneath the clothing. Somehow, I 
had not expected it to be so large - I had never seen, or 
felt, a man's fully erect penis before.

My fingers tried to undo the fly buttons, but the heaviness 
of the material and rigidity of the buttons defeated me. 
Alan stopped what he was doing, unbuttoned his trousers and 
went back to work on my cock in a flash.

'Try again,' he whispered.

Hesitantly, I took hold of Alan's erection and gave it a 
gentle squeeze. My fingers tightened around the organ and 
pulled it free from the confines of his trousers. The 
atmosphere was electric. I just couldn't believe I was 
sitting in a cinema, a public place, holding a man's fully 
erect cock in my hand.

Suddenly, I was gripped by fear. What if the usherette 
spotted something and decided to swing down the aisle and 
investigate? I raised myself up and quickly glanced over my 
shoulder. I needn't have worried; there was no sign of the 
usherette or anyone else. I slid down in my seat, and with 
renewed courage, resumed my detailed study of the soldier's 
fully aroused manhood.

It was then that I suddenly remembered a conversation I had 
overheard in the school bog a few days earlier. It was just 
after lessons and I was in one of the cubicles, having a 
wank, when I heard voices.

'Ever had your cock sucked?' queried one boy.

'No, what's it like?' asked his friend.

'Well, it's not as good as a proper fuck, but better than a 
straightforward hand job.'

The devil in me wasn't going to let a memory like that go 
to waste. Suppose I pretend to drop something on the floor, 
I thought.

I reluctantly let Alan's cock go and sat bolt upright in my 
seat, cursing under my breath as I did so.

'What's up?' whispered Alan, urgently releasing my cock.

'I've dropped my....'

I slid off the flip-up seat and crouched down beside the 
man's right leg. 'It's down here somewhere,' I said, 
slipping my head under the army jacket. The musky odour of 
Alan's crotch spurred me on as I took hold of his man-size 
cock again. I had no idea what the cock would taste like, 
but I was determined to find out. I tightened my grip 
around the shaft and opened my mouth.

Alan's body shuddered as the tip of my tongue touched his 
hard, bulbous knob. I had no idea what I was doing, so I 
decided to press on and see what would happen. I ran my 
tongue around the knob and tentatively probed the cock-
slit, tasting the sweet saltiness of a man's pre-cum for 
the first time. Alan gave out a loud groan and, grabbing 
the back of my collar, pulled me away from his pulsating 
member.

'That's enough!' he whispered, gruffly. 'I don't want Old 
Gerald to get over excited and miss out on all the fun 
later. Now put your cock away and behave.'

I sat back in my seat as the film credits began to roll. 
Somehow, before the lights came on, we both managed to 
stuff our rigid cocks back into our underpants and button 
up our flies.

'You okay, son?' said Alan, looking at me intently.

'Yes, thanks. Did you like what I did?'

'Oh, yes! It felt really good. How many cocks have you 
sucked so far?'

'Yours was the first. I heard two prefects talking about 
cock-sucking in the bog at school, so I thought I'll give 
it a try.'

'I'm really glad you did. Let's go to the pier. I know a 
nice quiet spot where you can lick Old Gerald into shape 
and show him a really good time.'

'The prefects were talking about fucking as well,' I said 
eagerly. 'Ronnie Fowler from 4B said he's seen photographs 
of men fucking men. They do it...'

'I know how they do it,' interrupted Alan. 'Now keep your 
voice down and we'll talk about it later, alright?'

'Yes,' I said, walking slowly up the aisle towards the exit 
behind Alan.

Southend-on-Sea was renowned for having the longest pier in 
the country; almost a third of a mile long. You could walk 
its entire length, if you had the time and energy, but most 
people preferred to use the small electric train that 
trundled back and forth along the pier all day.

We were lucky to find an empty car.

'I really liked the look of that Khan [Woody Strode],' said 
Alan. 'He reminded me of a black feller that fucked me 
once. He and his mate humped me in the back of an army 
lorry; then stole the lorry and all my money and clothes.

I looked at the soldier in utter amazement.

'Sergeant Gardner wasn't very sympathetic when I walked, 
stark naked, through the camp gates. He said it was my 
fault and put me on a charge. You see, the loss of Army 
property is far more important to the War Office than the 
rape of a young soldier.'

'Did it hurt? You know... when they raped you,' I asked in 
a low voice.

'They pushed me around a bit at first, but eased up once 
they had me naked and down, spread out like. I think they 
realised I was more of a man's man than a man's man; if you 
get my drift!'

'So it didn't hurt when their cocks were inside you.'

'It hurt a bit, but I was in no position to complain. I 
just grit my teeth and let them get on with it.'

'Ronnie Fowler says black men have really big cocks.'

'He ain't wrong there, son. Those fellers had massive cocks 
- I couldn't walk properly for a week after they broadened 
my horizons.'

'Sorry?'

'Never mind,' grinned Alan. 'Would you like to see a few 
photographs of black men fucking white men? A friend of 
mine has hundreds of photographs of men sucking cock and 
fucking other men.'

'Yes,' I said eagerly.

'Good! We can meet up Saturday, in front of the cinema at 
one o'clock. What you say?'

'Yes. That'll be great.'

'Now look. When we get to the other end, just follow me.' 
Alan gazed at me intently before continuing. 'You sure you 
want to go on with this? We could end up fucking, and it 
usually hurts the first time.'

'Yes, I'm sure,' I said in a rather unsure way.

'Okay. But you must let me know if it starts to hurt too 
much.'

I began to have second thoughts about letting the soldier 
fuck me. I recalled a playground discussion with Ralph 
Moore on the subject of girls having sex for the first 
time. He said that his sister had told him it was 'bloody 
painful'. Unfortunately, I couldn't back out now. I had 
promised the soldier, and a promise was a promise.

When the train arrived at the end of the line, Alan got up 
and said in a reassuring voice, 'Come on, follow me.'

We walked towards the very end of the pier, where, in the 
days before the Second World War, paddle steamers from 
London had arrived with their hordes of day-trippers. Now 
only a few half-rotten bollards remained to show where the 
steamers had once tied up.

'Come on, down here!'

Alan led me down a steep wooden staircase, which seemed to 
go down forever. The dilapidated staircase looked unsafe, 
and I could see fronds of livid green seaweed clinging to 
the support timbers below.

'No one comes down here any more. There's a loading quay 
about half way down.'

My heart was pounding in my chest as I descended the steps. 
Excitement and fear were fuelling my imagination in equal 
measure. I really wanted to have sex with Alan, but I was 
all too aware of the pain it might cause. 'If I tried to 
back out now,' I thought, 'would he rape me?' My cock began 
to twitch as my imagination conjured up a vivid image of 
Alan and two naked black men raping me.

Alan clambered over the half-rotten safety rail that 
separated the staircase from the quay. 'Sound carries a 
long way down here,' he said, 'so don't make too much 
noise.'

I followed Alan onto the loading platform, which smelt of 
decaying seaweed and creosote. The quay ran under the upper 
part of the pier and was lit only by the daylight that 
filtered in through the support piles. Apart from the sound 
of lapping water, all else was silence in this twilight 
world beneath the pier.

My fear suddenly subsided as the excitement of the moment 
won me over completely. I knew this form of sex was 
regarded by many as perverted and wrong; but I didn't care. 
It would be my secret, and apart from Alan, no one else 
would ever know.

Feverishly, I pulled off my jacket and threw it down on the 
wooden decking. I tore at my tie, tossing it after my 
jacket, and fumbled at my shirt buttons.

'Hey, steady on,' said Alan in a hoarse whisper. 'There's 
plenty of time - just slow down and you'll enjoy it more.'

Alan helped me remove my shirt, then stepped back to take 
in my naked upper body.

'Nice and skinny,' he said, idly caressing the back of his 
neck with one hand. 'I like skinny, young blonds. Now let's 
see a little more; take off your shoes and socks.'

I sat down and, without stopping to untie the laces, 
removed my shoes and pulled off my socks.

'That's fine, Alan. Now stand up and drop your trousers and 
pants - the two together; all in one go.'

I shuddered with excitement as I stood up, unbuckled my 
belt and opened the fly of my trousers.

'All in one go. Got that, son?'

I nodded my head and slipped my fingers eagerly into the 
waistband of my Y-fronts. In an instant, my trousers and 
pants were down around my ankles; and as they fell, my cock 
sprang up and out, twitching uncontrollably as it stood to 
attention horizontally.

'Nice one, Alan. That cock of yours looks like a stick of 
hard seaside rock. I haven't sucked on a piece of seaside 
rock for ages. Can I have a little taste of yours?'

'Yes, of course,' I said coyly.

The soldier stepped forward, put a hand on my shoulder and 
squeezed it affectionately.

'Step out of those togs and follow me.'

Leaving my clothes behind in the centre of the quay, I 
followed Alan back to the staircase. My cock began to bob 
up and down as he positioned me against the safety rail, 
with my back to the staircase.

'What a beauty,' he said, kneeling down in front of me and 
putting his hands on my hips. 'I'm gonna enjoy licking this 
little feller into shape.'

I looked down and saw the tip of my uncut cock disappear 
into the man's open mouth. My whole body shook as his lips 
closed tightly round the narrow shaft of my four-inch 
member. Raising my arms a little, I grabbed hold of the 
safety rail with both hands and gave out a long, low moan.

Alan's tongue rolled slowly over my knob as he sucked in 
the remainder of my hard-standing cock. The whole length of 
my member ached for attention as the tip of his tongue 
transported me to seventh heaven.

'Hmmm, yes, yes,' I moaned, thrusting my hips forward and 
trying to push my cock further into his mouth.

Alan released his hold on my hips and slapped me sharply on 
both thighs. Suitably chastised, I pulled back and let him 
take the lead again. The second slap on the thighs and the 
squeezing of my arse-cheeks were Alan's way of telling me 
that he was the dominant male in our little pride.

I was too excited to care who dominated the relationship. 
The only thing that mattered to me was the sex. If Alan 
wanted to be the head honcho, then that was fine with me.

Alan's hands continued to squeeze my arse-cheeks as his 
tongue took good care of my cock. My knees began to shake 
as I found myself teetering on the brink of a climax. Then, 
without warning, the soldier released my cock, stood up and 
spun me round. I was in a state of total confusion as I was 
pulled back a little, bent forward and told to spread my 
legs.

With arms outstretched, I grabbed hold of the safety rail 
with both hands to stop myself from lurching forward. My 
cock bobbed up and down erratically as Alan knelt down, 
eased my buttocks apart and, using the tip of his tongue, 
probed for a reaction.

The sensation was truly awesome. My mouth fell open and I 
gasped for air as Alan's tongue made my whole body quake 
with excitement.

'Hold on tight, son,' he said, slapping me hard on both 
arse-cheeks and standing up.

Feeling very nervous, yet excited at the same time, I did 
as I was told. I felt Alan's knob slip between my cheeks 
and push against my anus. I gave out a whole series of 
muffled squeaks and moans as the soldier gently eased my 
buttocks apart again.

Instinctively, and against all my best efforts to prevent 
it, my anus tightened up to reject Alan's advances. The 
harder I tried to relax, the tighter my anus became.

'Try to relax, son,' said Alan. 'Pretend you're taking a 
dump - it'll be a lot easier.'

After a few seconds of trying, I felt my anus relax just a 
little. Alan sensed this immediately and, taking full 
advantage of the moment, pushed his hard-standing cock into 
my virgin hole.

'No! No!' I shouted. 'Take it out. Take it out, please!'

Ignoring my pleas, Alan did nothing to stop his advance.

'Shut up!' he hissed. 'Just wait a few seconds. The pain 
will soon go.'

Much to my astonishment and relief, the intense pain did 
slowly disappear. I could feel the soldier's cock inside me 
as he began to push forward again.

'Now let's go for a ride,' he whispered.

The sensation was totally amazing. If anyone had tried to 
describe what it felt like, I would never have believed 
them. The pain had been replaced by a pleasure that was 
truly wonderful, and one that soon doubled in intensity 
when Alan began to fuck me. His cock pushed deeper and 
deeper into my inner sanctum as I began to squeak and moan 
again.

'Fucking brilliant!' I heard him say through gritted teeth. 
'What an arse!'

By now I was relaxed enough to try and match his stroke 
rate with a little rhythmic movement of my own. I thrust 
out my bottom when he pushed forward and pulled back when 
he did.

'Nice one, son,' he said. 'You're a fucking natural!'

It was then that I became acutely aware of my own hard-
standing cock. It had been neglected for far too long and 
was in urgent need of some attention. Fortunately, the 
soldier had sensed this tension and, reaching down and 
round with his right hand, eased back to put some effort 
into looking after my needs.

My whole body shook in anticipation as Alan's finger and 
thumb took charge of my aching member. I almost lost my 
footing as my knees began to tremble uncontrollably.

'Careful, son,' whispered Alan. 'I'm going to toss you off, 
so try not to fall over.'

Within three to four strokes my cock was ready to give up 
its seed. Several powerful spurts of spunk hit the wooden 
decking as Alan's finger and thumb triggered the best 
climax I had ever had. At the same time, I felt the cock 
inside me move forward, then back.

Alan took hold of my hips and began to fuck me like a man 
possessed. My cock continued to litter the decking with 
drops of spunk as my inner sanctum was flooded with seed. I 
clenched my arse-cheeks together to stop my friend from 
withdrawing too soon, which seemed to please him very much.

My legs were shaking uncontrollably when Alan finally 
withdrew his semi-erect cock from my arsehole. I fell to my 
knees and grunted out a few words of sincere thanks.

'That's alright, son. Now get up and get dressed. I'll meet 
you upstairs by the train.'

The train ride back was uneventful, as was the walk back to 
the boating lake. I was feeling very guilty about what we 
had done under the pier, so I didn't talk about it. Alan 
didn't mention it either; he simply pressed two half-crowns 
into my hand and, before parting company, reminded me of 
our Saturday get together.

Continued in part 2...

(c) 2007 Pegboy

All comments welcome (attaboy-jo-jo@hotmail.co.uk)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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