Chapter 1

My name is Steven, and this is my story.

I was an only child and my dad walked out on us not long after I was born. I never saw him again and I don't remember him at all. My mother wasn't very emotionally connected to me and, although she worked hard to make sure I didn't go hungry, she never really demonstrated any affection towards me. We never had a lot of money, so I rarely got more than the bare necessities, nor did I get many opportunities to do things that other kids treat as normal, like going to the movies, or playing video games. As a result, I tended to keep to myself, and I didn't have any close friendships.

By the time I was 7, I was a rather lonely, shy boy, who tended to avoid being around others. Because of this, my school recommended me for a new peer support program they were running. One afternoon each week, younger kids would be paired with an older kid from the local high school as a kind of mentor/big brother (or sister for the girls) figure. That's how I met Kevin.

He was assigned as my big brother. He was 15 and, to me, incredibly cool. He was tall and muscular, compared with me who was small and skinny for my age and who preferred books to sports. He wore cool clothes – while I doubt that he'd have considered his family 'rich', compared to me he was extremely well off.

When we were first introduced, I was exceptionally shy. We said hi to each other, then he asked me what I wanted to do, and I just shrugged at him, not game to say anything.

He grinned at me, "Don't worry little dude, I don't bite."

I grinned nervously back at him.

He led me over to a corner.

"How about we sit down and play a game of something," he said.

He set up a board game and we began to play. I was quiet at first, but he gradually drew me out of my shell, asking me about myself, and making jokes. Pretty soon I was giggling away with him and having fun. All too soon our time came to an end.

He gave me a hug.

"See you next week, little dude," he grinned.

I grinned back at him.

The next week seemed to go on forever, but finally the day arrived, and he was back.

"Hey, Stevie, how's it going little dude?" he asked.

I grinned back at him. I loved the way he called me 'little dude'. It made me feel special.

We spent some time outside kicking a ball around until I ran out of energy, then we sat down, and Kevin began asking me more about myself. I told him how much I liked video games, but I hadn't played them much because we couldn't afford them.

He said, "Don't you get to play them at your friends' houses?"

I admitted a little sadly that I didn't really have any good friends, so I didn't get to play much at all.

He grinned at me, "Don't be sad little dude. I'll be your friend. And maybe we can organise for you to come over to my place one day. I've got heaps of videogames to play."

"Cool!" I said excitedly.

"Give it a couple of weeks and I'll ask your mum if you can come over after school one day," he said.

"Can you ask next week?" I begged.

He laughed.

"OK, little dude, if you behave yourself."

He winked at me, and I giggled.

I waited impatiently for the next week and as soon as he arrived, I grabbed his hand and said, "Kevin, are you gonna ask my mum today if I can come over?"

"Woah, little dude," he said. "Calm down. I said I'd ask and I'm gonna."

"Great," I grinned.

We sat down to play a game and I began pestering him about what videogames he had and what they were like. I must have been incredibly annoying, but he patiently answered all my questions.

After playing for a bit, I needed to pee, so I excused myself and went outside to the boys' toilets. I'd noticed a few weeks ago that my cock got hard, and I discovered if I touched it it felt funny good. My mum had seen me doing it once and told me off said it was dirty and I shouldn't do it. So I was careful but I was doing it every chance I got, I really liked the feeliing. As I got there since there was no one around I headed into a stall, locked the door and dropped my pants and after peeing began playing with myself. I must have been longer than I thought because without any warning I heard Kevin's voice above me.

"Hey little dude, that looks like fun."

I looked up and saw Kevin looking down at me, grinning. I freaked out and immediately pulled up my pants and tried to run out the door. Kevin grabbed me just as I left the stall.

"Hey, little dude, what's your hurry?"

"Please don't tell my mum or anybody else," I begged, nearly in tears.

"It's OK little dude," he said. "I'm not gonna tell her."

"You're not?" I asked with some relief.

"Of course not," he said. "As long as you do something for me."

"What?" I asked.

"Do it some more for me?" he said.

"Do what?" I said, confused.

"Let me watch you play with yourself a bit," he said.

"No way," I told him in shock.

"Go on, little dude," he grinned. "It's so cool to see. We're friends, aren't we?"

I nodded, unsure.

"So let me see," he said. "I really like you and you like me, right?"

I nodded again.

"Then be a good friend and do it for me," he said.

"Do you really want me to?" I asked, embarrassed.

"Absolutely," he replied. "It's so cool seeing you do it."

"OK," I said.

"Awesome," he said. "You're such a cool little dude."

I grinned at him uncertainly and moved back into the toilet. I looked back at him, and he nodded encouragingly at me as I shyly lowered my pants.

"Hold on a sec, little dude," he said. "If we're gonna do this let's do it properly."

I looked at him confused.

"Take all your clothes off so I can see you properly," he said.

I shook my head,

"No way. What if someone sees me."

He smiled.

"Nah," he said, "Look, I'll stand back here so I can see if anyone's coming and if I see someone, I'll signal you and you can shut the door quickly before they see."

I shook my head again.

"Go on," he said. "You're not scared, are you?"

"No," I said. I was scared but I didn't want him to know that.

"OK, then," he nodded. "Take of your shirt and pants and show me what you can do."

I stood quietly for a moment, not wanting to do it, but not wanting him to think I was too scared to do it. Finally, I screwed up my courage and started to unbutton my shirt. I took it off and dropped it on the floor next to the toilet.

"Can I just do it like this, with my pants down?" I asked.

"No, no," he said. "Totally naked. Take your pants right off. And your shoes and socks too."

I bent down and removed my shoes and socks and then my pants and undies and then stood up and looked at him for approval.

"That's so cool, little dude," he said.

I grinned at him shyly, embarrassed but proud.

"OK, he said. "Now let me see you play with yourself."

I reached down and began playing with my cock. I was pretty embarrassed to start with so not much happened for a minute, but gradually I began to feel the familiar sensations. I began to breath harder and closed my eyes as I focused on the good feelings. After a few moments I looked back up for Kevin's approval. To my surprise he was standing there with his phone pointed at me.

"Are you videoing me?" I asked stopping in shock.

"It's OK, little dude," he said, still pointing the phone at me. "You look so cool."

"Turn it off," I begged, covering myself.

"Don't worry," he said. "You can get dressed now."

I turned away from him and began to dress quickly. He kept the phone on me until I was dressed, then put it down as I began to tie my shoes.

"Come on, little dude," he said. "We'd better get back before someone wonders where we are."

He led me back to the room, and we sat down in a corner, where Kevin quickly set up a game. I was still a bit dazed with shock and didn't say anything.

"That was so cool, little dude," he said. "You are amazing."

I found my voice.

"You have to delete it," I begged. "Please."

"It's OK, little dude," he said to me. "Don't worry about it."

"But what if someone sees it?" I said, almost in tears.

"I won't let anyone see it," he said, reassuringly. "I just want to have it so I can watch it at home. You looked so amazing, that I want to see it again."

I hesitated.

"You really think I look amazing?" I asked, uncertainly.

"I really do," he told me. "Seeing you totally nude, jerking yourself, was so good. I want to watch it over and over. I promise I won't show anyone. We're friends, right?"

I nodded. I really wanted him to be my friend.

"Then you'll let me keep the video?" he asked.

I hesitated, then reluctantly nodded.

"You're so cool," he said to me.

I blushed with pride. No one had ever called me cool before. We played until it was time to go home. When my mother arrived to pick me up, Kevin went over to talk to her.

"Hi, I'm Kevin," he introduced himself. "I've been spending some time with Stevie and we're getting on really well. He was wondering if he might be able to come over to my place sometime and play some video games."

"Hi Kevin," my mother said. "I'm glad Steven has found someone he likes. He's usually so shy, but for the last week, all I've heard is 'Kevin this, and Kevin that'. He's been so excited. I'd be happy for him to visit you, but are you sure you want to spend more time with him?"

"Sure," he said. "I like Stevie a lot. He's like a little brother to me."

"OK," said my mum. "Well, if it's OK with you, he could come over this Friday?"

"Great," smiled Kevin.

"It would really be helpful to me," she said. "Usually, Steven spends time with various neighbours after school, while I work, but the people he usually stays with on Friday are away for the next couple of weeks and I haven't been able to find anyone else yet."

"That's cool," said Kevin. "I can come here straight after school on Friday and take him back to my place, and I can bring him back to your place after if you'd like.

She nodded and smiled.

I grinned at Kevin, my embarrassment at the video forgotten in the excitement of being allowed to go to his place and play video games.

"Excellent," said Kevin. "I'll meet you here on Friday then."

Friday couldn't come quick enough for me. Finally, Friday afternoon arrived, and I stood outside the school gate waiting impatiently for Kevin to arrive. It felt like forever, although it was probably only about 10 minutes and there he was.

"Hey, little dude," he said.

"Hey, Kevin," I grinned.

"Ready for some fun?" he asked.

"You bet," I said excitedly.

"Let's go," he said, and began leading me back to his place.

It only took a few minutes to get to his place. It was just around the corner from the school. He opened the door and led me inside. The house was huge. At least that's what I thought. Compared to where I lived it was a mansion. He told me to dump my bag and shoes at the door and we went into the kitchen where he grabbed a bag of chips and a couple of cans of coke. I couldn't believe it. We never had chips or sodas at home.

We settled down in the living room and Kevin turned the TV on to a cartoon, which we sat watching and giggling together. After a couple of shows he pulled out his game console and showed me how to play Mario Kart. I watched him play a couple of times and then had a go myself. I was pretty hopeless, so Kevin sat me on his lap and helped me play until I got the hang of it.

After about half an hour I got to the point where I could play reasonably well. I hadn't won any races, but I wasn't coming last anymore. So Kevin set the game to multiplayer and we began to race each other. He beat me easily at first but after a few games I began to close the gap until finally I managed to beat him.

"Yes," I shouted, jumping up and down.

"Oh, you think you're pretty good, do you?" he grinned at me.

I stuck my tongue out and he grinned at me. I grinned back.

"Let's see you do that again," he said.

He started the game again and we raced, we kept pace with each other, the lead switching back and forth until right at the end when he ran over a banana peel right at the end and I raced past him to the finish line.

"Woo hoo," I yelled. "I beat you again."

"Yeah you did, little dude," he grinned at me. "You're getting pretty good at this. Wanna go again?"

"Yeah," I said, excitedly.

"OK," he said. "Since you're so good at this now, how about we have a little bet?"

"I haven't got any money," I said.

"That's OK," he told me. "I wasn't going to bet money."

I looked at him, confused.

"How about this," he said. "For every race you win, I'll take off one piece of clothing. Every race I win, you take off one piece of clothing. Whoever ends up naked first loses."

I looked at him, unsure if he was serious or not.

"You're not scared, are you, little dude?" he asked. "We don't have to do it if you don't want. You can just admit that I'm the best and that you're chicken," he grinned at me.

"You're not the best, I'm the best," I told him.

He grinned at me again and winked.

"So it's a bet?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

He started the race and almost immediately took a big lead on me. I never got close to him. He won and grinned at me.

"Time to lose those socks," he grinned.

I pulled my socks off and stuck my tongue out at him.

Next race I kept in front of him the whole way and won easily. He grinned at me and peeled his socks off and dropped them on the floor next to me. Race three I again won without any problem.

"Not bad," he smiled as he pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor.

Next race was close, and he just beat me. He grinned at me as I dropped my shirt on the floor.

I concentrated hard on the next race and kept pace with him the whole way until right at the end when I lost control and he raced past me to the finish line.

I pulled a face at him as I nervously pulled my pants off and sat back down in my undies.

"Getting worried?" he asked. "It's OK if you don't want to keep going. Just say 'Kevin is the best ever and I'm just a useless little boy' and we can call it quits."

I really didn't want to continue, but I didn't want to admit that.

"No way," I said. "I'm the best."

He started the next race and took an early lead. I began to get worried and crashed out a couple of times, dropping to last place. I started to panic but then I picked up a rocket and just like that I was back in the race. Suddenly Kevin crashed out and I jumped in front of him. He started back up again and was gaining on me, but I managed to hit the finish line just ahead of him. I breathed a sigh of relief as he stood up and dropped his pants and sat back down in his undies.

"Nice one," he grinned at me.

Looking back now, I can see that he was just messing with me. It's incredibly obvious that he could have easily beaten me in every race without even trying, but I was a pretty naïve kid and I honestly thought that I had a chance.

The final race could hardly be called a race. He jumped straight to the front of the pack, and I never even got close to him. He put his controller down at the end and grinned at me.

"Good race," he said. "But a bet's a bet."

I looked down at the ground. I really didn't want to be naked in front of him. Even though he'd already seen me nude I was really embarrassed. But he just sat there and kept looking at me expectantly and I didn't want him to think I was afraid, so I stood up and took off my undies and sat down again quickly with my hands in my lap.

He grinned at me.

"No need to be shy, little dude," he said. "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about."

"That's easy for you to say," I said crossly. "You're not nude."

"Oh, is that what it is?" he smirked at me. "You wanted to see me nude."

"No," I protested, embarrassed.

And it was sort of true. It had never occurred to me about seeing him nude. All I'd been thinking about was beating him. But now that I was naked, I was embarrassed.

He winked at me, and then, without warning, he stood up, peeled off his undies and sat down next to me naked. He made no attempt to hide anything, unlike me. He sat back with his legs spread. I looked at him, then looked away, embarrassed.

"It's OK, little dude," he reassured me. "You can look. I don't mind."

I blushed and looked back at him again briefly.

"Wow," I stammered. "Your thing is huge."

In reality it couldn't have been more than 6 inches [15 cm], but to me it was enormous.

"My 'thing'?" he asked me with a smirk.

"Your penis," I explained, embarrassed.

"It's OK, little dude," he said. "We're both guys here. You can call it my cock."

"That's rude," I giggled.

"Yes it is," he grinned back. "My cock," he said again. "And what about your cock," he winked at me. "Is your cock rude too?"

I giggled again.

"Well you can see my cock," he grinned. "Can I see your cock?"

I blushed and lifted my hands.

"And what is that you've got there between your legs," he asked with a wink.

"My … my cock," I stammered, half embarrassed, half proud to be using such a rude word.

"It certainly is," he smiled. "And a beautiful cock it is too."

I blushed. He stood up suddenly.

"You wanna come up to my room and play a game on my computer?" he asked.

I nodded and stood up, reaching down for my clothes. He looked at me.

"You can get dressed if you like, but I'm gonna stay nude. I like being nude."

I hesitated. I really wanted to get dressed, but I didn't want Kevin to think I was scared.

Finally, I said, "I like being nude too."

It wasn't true, but Kevin grinned at me and said, "cool," and led me upstairs.

We sat down at his computer and played some more games until it was time for me to go home. Nothing more was said about us being nude and for most of the time of playing I pretty much forgot about it.

Finally, Kevin closed the games down and said, "Time to go, little dude."

I sighed.

"Just one more game?" I begged.

"Sorry, dude," he said. "I promised your mum I'd have you home on time."

I frowned.

"Don't worry, little dude," he said. "I'll ask your mum if you can come back again."

I grinned with delight.

"Now," he said. "Do you think we should get dressed? Or do you want to go home in the nude?"

He winked at me, and I giggled. I'd pretty much forgotten we were nude, and I was once again self-conscious and very aware of his cock. We headed back downstairs and got dressed and he walked me home. When we got home, my mum thanked him for looking after me and she hoped I hadn't been too much trouble.

He said, "Not at all. He was very well behaved. I enjoyed looking after him. In fact, I'd be happy to have him again."

My mum hesitated, then said, "Well actually, if it's not too much trouble, the person who's been looking after him on Fridays is moving, so if you were able to babysit him, I'd be happy to pay you. I can't pay much, but a little bit."

He grinned, "It's no trouble at all, and I don't mind about the money. As long as Stevie is OK with me babysitting him?"

He looked at me and winked. I grinned back at him and nodded excitedly. So it was arranged that each Friday after school, Kevin would pick me up and take me back to his place and bring me home when mum got back from work.

Chapter 2

The next Friday, Kevin met me and guided me home. He let me into the house, and we took off our shoes just inside the door. Then Kevin winked at me and quickly undressed, dropping his clothes to the floor with his shoes. He looked at me with a grin. Not wanting to be outdone I quickly stripped too and looked back at him cheekily.

He stuck out his tongue and pointed between my legs.

"What's that?" he asked with a grin.

"My cock," I giggled back at him.

"You're a pretty cool kid," he smiled at me.

I almost burst with pride at that.

We headed to the kitchen for some snacks and then watched some TV and played some Mario Kart.

After a few races, Kevin sighed and said, "You know what would be really cool?"

"What?" I asked.

"If I could get some pictures of you," he said. "You're a really good-looking boy. You could be a model."

I hesitated.

"Could I get dressed first?" I asked.

"Well, I guess," he said, looking disappointed. "But you look so beautiful in the nude."

"It's just embarrassing, having my picture taken in the nude," I said. "What if someone sees it?"

"I wouldn't let anyone see it," he said. "I didn't let anyone see the video of you, did I?"

I shook my head, still unconvinced.

"It's OK if you're too scared," he said. "How about this?" he asked. "You be the cameraman and I'll be the model. I'm better looking than you are anyway." He winked to show he was just joking.

I didn't want him to think I was scared, but I was relieved at his suggestion. He handed me his phone and began posing for me as I snapped pictures of him. He posed with his muscles flexed, with his legs spread proudly displaying his cock and balls, he turned and showed me his rear and I snapped pictures of it all, giggling the whole time. After about 20 minutes he took the phone off me and began flicking through the pictures.

"As I thought," he smirked. "I'm the sexiest guy alive. Way sexier than you."

He winked at me.

"No you're not," I giggled. "I'm the sexiest."

"Oh, is that so?" he mocked playfully. "I don't see any sexy pictures of you on here."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"That's 'cause I only took pictures of ugly you."

I began to pose like he'd posed for me. Flexing my muscles.

"Oh," he grinned at me. "Nice muscles."

I giggled because I knew my muscles were tiny compared to his, but I continued to show off in front of him. He pointed his phone at me and began taking pictures of me. I kept changing poses, mimicking the poses I'd seen him do. After a few minutes he began to direct me into different poses. I was too busy showing off to him to realise that he was taking way more pictures of me than I'd taken of him and that the poses he was telling me to do were far more explicit. He made me play with my cock to get it hard and pose with it sticking out. He got me to kneel down with my legs spread and my face between them and to spread my ass cheeks with my hands, while I grinned at the camera.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Well maybe you're right after all. You are pretty sexy."

I swelled up with pride.

"Let's go save the pictures on my computer," he said.

He led me up to his bedroom. It was easily double the size of my bedroom. He had a huge stereo system and a PC with an enormous screen. He sat down at the desk and connected his phone and began to copy the pictures across. He moved the ones of me into one folder and the ones of him into another. I watched as he labelled the folder with the pictures of me "Sexy Stevie". He opened up the first picture and began scrolling through them. Then he played the video he'd taken of me playing with myself in the toilet at school. His cock began to get hard. I giggled and pointed at it.

"Your cock is getting bigger."

"That's because you're so sexy," he grinned at me. "You know what I like to do when my cock gets hard?"

I shook my head.

"Same thing that you're doing in the video."

I looked at him shocked.

"You do that too?"

"Of course, little dude," he smiled. "Every guy does it. It feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

I nodded.

"Exactly," he said. "That's why guys do it. Do you want to see?"

I nodded again, almost afraid to breathe. He got up and went and lay down on his bed. He beckoned me to come over and sit with him. He reached down and began to stroke his cock. It rapidly expanded to full length, which seemed amazingly big to me.

"Will mine ever get that big?" I asked in wonder.

"It might," said Kevin as he gradually increased the speed of his strokes. "If you play with it regularly."

I watched in awe. His breathing became heavier and more rapid. After a few minutes he gasped and something shot out onto his chest. I watched in complete astonishment with no idea what it was.

As his breathing began to slow, he kept a slow stroke going on his cock.

Finally, I could bear it no longer. I giggled and pointed at his chest.

"You peed on yourself."

He grinned at me.

"That's not pee, little dude, that's cum."

"What's cum?" I asked.

I was a pretty sheltered kid, with no real idea of sex other than the most basic understanding that it was something that men and women did to have babies. I had no clue about the details, and I'd certainly never heard of cum.

"That's what happens when you grow up," Kevin said. "It means you can have babies if you fuck a girl and it makes you big and strong, like me."

"How does it make you strong?" I asked.

More than anything I wanted to be strong like Kevin.

He grinned at me and ran a finger through the pool of cum on his stomach.

"Like this," he said, and he put his finger up to his mouth and licked the cum off it.

"Ewww, gross," I said.

"It's not gross," he said. "It's good for you. The more you swallow the stronger you get."

He scooped up a bit more cum on his finger and waved it in front of me, then licked it off again.

He scooped up some more and held it in front of me.

"Do you want to try?" he asked. "I usually eat it all. That's how I got so big. But if you want to try a bit, I guess I can spare you some."

I was torn. Part of me wanted to try some and get strong, another part of me was terrified of doing it. He watched me for a moment as I struggled to decide what to do.

"No?" he said. "Oh well, more for me."

He started to move his finger back to his lips.

"Wait," I said.

He paused.

"I'll try a bit," I said nervously.

He pushed his finger towards me. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and licked the tiniest bit. It tasted weird but not as bad as I'd thought. I stuck my tongue out and licked off some more. It was kind of slimy, but I figured if he could take it then so could I, so I kept licking until his finger was clean.

He pointed to his stomach where there was a small pool of cum left.

"If you want to lick up the rest, that's OK," he said. "But you'd better be quick, otherwise it's all mine."

I hesitated, unsure.

"It's OK if you're scared," he told me. "That's just more for me.

That decided me. I wasn't going to let him think I was scared. I leaned over and began to lick the cum off his stomach. It still tasted weird, but I swallowed it as quickly as I could before sitting back up.

"Now I'm gonna be as strong as you," I said.

He grinned at me.

"You already look stronger," he smiled. "But as strong as me? I don't think so. You're gonna need a lot more cum for that. I've been eating it for years."

I frowned at him. "That's not fair," I said. "I can't cum yet."

He poked his tongue out at me.

"Then I guess, I'll just have to be stronger than you." He smiled. "But if you're really good, I might let you have a bit of mine every now and then."

I wasn't sure if that was what I actually wanted, or whether he was joking or not, but I smiled back at him.

"Time to go home, little dude," he said. "We'd better get dressed and on our way."

That night in bed I jerked myself frantically, picturing Kevin jerking off and seeing him cum. I so much wanted my cock to be big like his and to be able to shoot cum like a big boy. I still wasn't certain about the taste, but I resolved to lick up Kevin's if I got the chance again.

I waited impatiently for the next week to arrive. Finally Friday arrived and Kevin led me back to his place. He grinned at me and shucked off his clothes. I quickly undressed too, and we headed to the kitchen for some snacks.

After a few minutes I hesitantly asked him, "Are you gonna do it again?"

He winked at me.

"Do what little dude?"

"Play with yourself again?"

He smiled.

"You're a horny little dude, aren't you?" he asked.

I didn't really understand what he meant, but I smiled back at him.

"Sure," he said. "We can do that again, anytime you like. But this time, you do it too, OK?"

I nodded immediately.

"Great," he said. "Let's go."

He led me up to his room and we lay down next to each other on his bed and he began to stroke his cock. I watched for a moment, then reached down and began to play with mine. He watched me as he stroked his.

"You're really cute when you do that," he said.

I smiled with pride as I excitedly watched him too. It only took a couple of minutes before he was gasping, and moments later he tensed and began cumming. I continued playing with myself for a few moments more as he spurted cum on his stomach and as he finished, I stopped and watched him closely. Finally, he relaxed and smiled at me.

"That was pretty good, wasn't it, little dude?"

I nodded. He pointed at his stomach.

"You want this, so you get strong?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Go for it," he encouraged me.

I leaned over and hesitated for a minute, then began to lick it up. It still tasted kind of gross, but I decided that it was worth it to get bigger and stronger. Soon he was all clean, and he sat up and smiled.

"Was that fun for you too?" he asked.

I nodded and said, "Yeah."

"Well we can do it whenever you want," he told me. "You just say the word."

I didn't reply, not sure what to say.

"Come on," he said. "Let's go play some video games.

That became our regular routine over the next few weeks. Stripping off as soon as we arrived, a quick snack, then heading to his bedroom to jerk off together, finishing with me licking up his cum, then playing video games until it was time to go home. It became normal for me to be naked with him the whole time I was at his place. Occasionally he'd get me to pose for more pictures for him. After the first time I never made any fuss about it, although I always felt shy about him having pictures of me nude. He never volunteered to let me take pictures of him again and I was never quite game to suggest it to him.

He videoed my playing with my cock on a number of occasions and showed me that he had stored all the pictures and videos of me on his computer. It became his habit to have pictures of me on the screen scrolling as we jerked off together, which was a bit embarrassing, but he reassured me that it made him feel really good looking at pictures of me as he played with himself.

After a few weeks he began to get me to help him jerk off and gradually taught me how to do it for him. I felt really proud of myself the first time I managed to make him cum all by myself. He jerked me off a few times, but it gradually became routine for me to jerk him off, then lick up his cum, then jerk off myself while he took pictures or videos of me. Fridays were our regular day together, but it also became more and more common for my mother to approach Kevin to look after me on other days if my regular babysitters were unavailable.

I was always happy when that was the case. My time at other people's places was generally fairly boring. Mostly just watching TV or reading by myself. At Kevin's, aside from learning how to make myself (and him) feel good. I got to play videogames, eat junk food that my mother would never allow me at home, and generally feel as though I was being treated as an equal, rather than someone who was a bother to have around.

Finally, after a few months, Kevin convinced my mother that it was OK for him to look after me after school every day. It made life much easier for my mother as she didn't have to try to juggle babysitters' availability all the time. I now think it was a bit odd for my mother not to question why a teenage boy would be so willing to spend his time babysitting a little kid, but she never did. Either she was just extremely trusting, or she was just willing to supress any concern in the interest of convenience. Either way, she had no problem leaving me alone with him on a daily basis.

On the Friday before we moved to it being a daily routine, Kevin took me out to his back yard. There was an old shed about 20m [22yd] from the back door, that had once been an old outhouse and had now been converted into a storage shed. He led me to the door and opened it, showing me a small space inside.

"You know the way to my place from your school now, so from now on you can come straight here from school and wait for me," he said.

"Sure," I said confidently.

"But," he added, "as a special favour for me, I want you to do something special."

"What?" I asked.

"When you get here," he said. "I want you to come here to the shed, take off your clothes and put them in your bag, and then go and stand at the back door and wait for me naked."

I shook my head in shock.

"No way," I said. "What if someone sees me?"

"No, it's cool," he told me. "No one can see you between here and the back door. And it will make me feel so good if I can look forward to coming home and seeing you standing naked at the door waiting for me."

I continued to shake my head.

"Do it for me," he begged. "You have fun here, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Then won't you do something for me, OK?" he said.

I hesitated, not wanting to do it, but not wanting him to be upset with me.

"Please?" he begged.

I reluctantly nodded, wanting him to be happy with me.

"OK," I said.

"Great," he smiled at me happily. "I really like you."

I smiled back at him confused, but proud at the same time.

The following Monday, I headed straight from school to Kevin's house. I got there quickly and headed around the back to the shed. But when I got there, I got scared and couldn't do it. I stood there for a few minutes trying to work up the courage to undress, but eventually I gave up and went to wait by the back door for Kevin. He arrived home a few minutes later and opened the door.

When he saw me still dressed, he looked cross and said, "I thought you were going to be naked?"

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "I got scared."

"I thought we were friends," he said. "But you can't even do a simple favour for me."

He turned and walked away. I was shattered. I wanted to be his friend and was afraid I'd ruined things. I ran inside after him and followed him to his room.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Please don't be mad. I'll get undressed now."

I quickly took off my clothes.

"It's not the same," he said. "I wanted to see you waiting for me naked. But I guess you're not as brave as I thought."

He sat on his bed and turned away from me. I wanted to cry.

"Please," I begged. "I promise I'll do it tomorrow. Please don't be mad at me."

He looked at me.

"You said, on Friday, that you'd do it today. Why should I believe you'll do it tomorrow?"

I was desperate for him to believe me.

"Please," I said again. "I'll do it. I promise."

"What will you do to prove to me that you'll keep your promise this time?" he asked.

"I'll do whatever you say," I said impulsively, not really thinking about it, just wanting him to like me again.

He sat up.

"Anything?" he asked.

I hesitated, realising that I didn't know what I was committing myself to. But he looked at me, waiting for an answer and I didn't dare to say no to him as he was already upset with me.

"Yes," I said quietly.

He smiled at me and said, "You're so cool."

I smiled back at him nervous, but happy he was happy with me again.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked nervously.

He hopped off the bed and took his clothes off and lay back on the bed, his cock pointing to the ceiling.

"Do you want me to play with it for you?" I asked with some relief.

After all I was quite used to doing that now.

"No," he shook his head. "I'd really like you to suck me off."

I didn't understand what he meant, and my confusion must have been obvious as he smiled at me.

"Instead of using your hand to jerk me off," he said. "Put it in your mouth and suck me until I cum."

I looked shocked. I didn't want to do that at all.

"It's OK," he said. "It's just like jerking me off. It doesn't taste bad. And you like eating my cum, don't you?"

I didn't like it but didn't want to tell him that. I swallowed it regularly because I wanted to get big and strong, but I'd never really enjoyed the taste. But I nodded anyway.

"See," he said. "It'll be fine. It will make me feel really good. You like to make me feel good, don't you?"

That was a phrase I quickly learned to fear. 'You like to make me feel good, don't you?' It always meant he wanted me to do something new for him and usually something that I didn't want to do. But at the same time, I did want to make him feel good. He was a master of manipulation, which I didn't understand at the time. But he knew how to make me feel bad for not doing what he wanted and how to make me feel like I was achieving a goal when I did what he wanted.

So I nodded to him and he guided me into position between his legs. I hesitated as he guided my face towards his cock. He encouraged me to kiss the tip first, which I did, then he got me to lick around the shaft. It wasn't as bad as I'd feared, and I was pleased at the sounds of pleasure he made when I did it. Then he guided me to open my mouth and take the tip of his cock inside. He told me how to suck on it and to slide my mouth up and down. He moaned in pleasure and told me how wonderful it felt, which made me feel proud even though there was a part of me that felt disgusted at what I was doing.

He encouraged me to keep going, reminding me to be careful with my teeth. I continued sucking and he reached down and guided my hand to gently stroke his cock. My jaw began to ache a little, but he urged me to continue. After a few minutes he began to gasp and suddenly he was cumming in my mouth. Even though I knew what to expect, it caught me by surprise, and I choked and coughed as he shot his load.

"Wow," he said. "That was incredible. You're an amazing kid."

I blushed, both proud and ashamed at what I'd done.

"Thank you," he said. "It means a lot to me that you'd do that. And now you've proved that you won't let me down tomorrow, will you? You'll be waiting at the back door for me totally naked, won't you?"

I nodded reluctantly.

"Great," he smiled. "That's all I ask, that you do what you say you will. It's really bad to let a friend down, isn't it? Let's go play some games."

We headed downstairs and played videogames until it was time for me to head home. As he took me home, he reminded me once again of my promise.

The next day after school I headed for Kevin's house. When I got there, I headed for the shed and went inside. I hesitated for a long moment. I really didn't want to strip out there, but I knew Kevin would be mad at me if I didn't, so I took my clothes off and put them in my bag. I looked out the door and, after a moment to build up my courage, I ran as quickly as I could to the back door. I positioned myself, so I was exposed as little as possible and waited for Kevin to arrive. It felt like forever, but probably wasn't more than a few minutes before I heard him. I stood in front of the door with my hands by my sides, so he could see me when he opened the door. I wanted to make sure he was happy with me.

He opened the door and I looked up at him. He smiled.

"Now that's a lovely sight," he said.

I blushed.

"Can I come in?" I asked, anxious to not be outside any longer than I had to.

"Of course," he said, stepping aside.

I quickly went inside, and he closed the door. We grabbed a snack and sat down to play a videogame. I didn't fully realise it at the time, but this was a new stage in our relationship. For the first time I was naked, and Kevin was dressed. This was to become the new normal for our time together. I'd arrive at Kevin's, get naked and spend my time there nude. Kevin would only undress when it was time for us to play. And our play very quickly became me sucking Kevin and then jerking myself off while Kevin watched, or occasionally jerked me off himself.

Chapter 3

Things continued pretty much the same for the next few months until I reached my 8th birthday. I was excited because my mum never had much money to buy me presents and Kevin had promised me a special present. After school I raced to his place, stripped and waited impatiently by the back door. Finally, Kevin arrived and opened the door and I raced inside.

"Hey, you're pretty eager today," he grinned at me.

I grinned back, desperately wanting my present but knowing it would be rude to ask about it. He led me into the kitchen where he had a small birthday cake with a candle on it. He sang Happy Birthday to me and took a picture of me blowing the candle out. I was pretty happy. Generally for my birthday, my mum just made a special dinner and a small present. I didn't usually get a birthday cake or presents from anyone else. He cut the cake and we sat down to eat some and just when I thought I'd explode with impatience, he brought out a small, wrapped present for me. I politely thanked him and ripped the paper off as quickly as I could. It was a new Spiderman game I'd seen advertised and had desperately wanted.

"You can keep it here and play it whenever you like," Kevin said. "But it will be your game, even though I'll look after it for you."

I gulped the last of my cake down so quickly I nearly choked and raced off to the living room to play the game. Kevin followed, grinning at my excitement. He set the game up and we began to play together. After an hour or so of playing, Kevin nudged me.

"You want to head upstairs for some more fun?" he asked.

I would have happily stayed playing the game for several more hours, but I knew Kevin wanted me to suck him and I felt I needed to make him happy since he'd given me such a great present. We went up to his room and he quickly stripped out of his clothes. But instead of lying back on the bed like he usually did, he lifted me onto the bed and lay me on my back and pushed my legs apart.

"Here's another present for your birthday," he said, and he leaned down and started to suck my cock. He hadn't done that for me for weeks, so I lay back and enjoyed the sensations as my cock became rock solid. He worked me up until I was on the edge of cumming, then pulled away.

"Keep going," I gasped in frustration.

"All in good time, little dude," he smirked.

Then he lifted my legs up in the air and spread them apart. Without warning he leaned back down and began to lick my now exposed asshole. At first, I was shocked. How could anyone put their tongue there. Surely it was gross? But as he continued, I began to realise how amazing it felt. He continued and after a few minutes I felt his tongue begin to gently push into my hole. The sensations were incredible. I was rock hard and breathing heavily. He paused for a second.

"You like that?" he asked.

I nodded, breathlessly. He leaned back down and continued. Finally, after several minutes concentrating on my hole he moved back up and his mouth once again engulfed my cock. He sucked hard and it was only a matter of moments before my body was shaking as I came. Kevin smiled at me as my breathing slowly settled.

"Happy birthday," he said.

He laid back on the bed next to me.

"You wanna do me now?" he asked.

I sat up and hesitated a moment.

"You want me to suck you?" I asked. "Or do you want me to …" I paused, unwilling to say the words.

"Lick my ass?" he confirmed. "Yeah."

I hesitated again.

"Isn't it … gross?" I asked.

"Nah," he said. "I washed it so it's clean. It doesn't taste any different to my cock."

I was still unsure, and it showed.

"Go on," he said. "It felt good when I did it to you, didn't it?"

I nodded.

"Well you want to make me feel good too, don't you?"

I nodded again, reluctantly.

"Well then?" he said lifting his legs, so his ass was showing.

I realised he wasn't going to let me get away without doing it, so I reluctantly leaned in and quickly swiped my tongue across his hole, before quickly pulling away.

"Great," Kevin sighed. "Do it again."

It wasn't as bad as I'd feared, although putting my tongue near the hole that shit came out of still felt gross. The taste was OK. I leaned back down and began to lick again. Kevin sighed again.

"That's so good, Stevie, keep going," he said.

I kept licking and began to relax a little as I got used to doing it. Then I felt Kevin's hole open up a little as I licked it.

"Make your tongue into a point and push it in," he explained to me.

I did my best and my tongue pushed inside his asshole a little. I heard him gasp with pleasure.

"Oh fuck, that's amazing," he moaned. "Keep doing that, little dude."

I felt a weird combination of embarrassment and pride as I continued to push my tongue in and out of his hole. I knew that what I was doing was something that other people would think was disgusting, yet I felt proud of how good I could make Kevin feel. Kevin continued to guide me to combine licking around his hole and sliding my tongue up inside for what felt like forever but was probably only 10 minutes or so.

Finally, he sighed and pulled me off his ass and guided me up to his cock. I opened my mouth willingly and sucked it in and it was only a couple of minutes of sucking before he was shooting his load into my mouth.

"Oh, Stevie, that was amazing," Kevin moaned. "You are one incredible kid. That was the best cum I ever had, and you made it happen."

I grinned with pride, happy that I had made Kevin so happy, but also conscious that since he had enjoyed it so much, he'd expect me to do it again. I was still unsure about the whole idea of licking another boy's ass. It hadn't tasted too bad, but just the idea made me feel a bit queasy. And sure enough, Kevin confirmed my suspicions.

"We have to do that again," he said. "You don't mind, do you?"

I did mind, but I knew that wasn't what Kevin wanted to hear. If I said no, he'd be upset with me, and I didn't want that. Especially after he'd given me such a great birthday present. So reluctantly I nodded, knowing that licking his ass would become a regular part of my daily activities with him from now on.

"You're amazing," he said, and he gave me a big hug, which made me feel pretty good.

Over the next few weeks this became our new routine. After I stripped and waited until he let me in we'd play video games for a while, or occasionally watch a movie together, and then head up to Kevin's bedroom, where I'd use my tongue on his asshole and then suck him. Over time, he also taught me to include licking his balls in this activity. And like everything else we had done, it quickly became a one-way activity. Me pleasing Kevin, followed by me jerking myself off.

Occasionally, I would complain about him not doing it to me and he'd take his turn giving me pleasure, but unless I made a fuss, it was always just me doing it for him, and I wasn't confident enough to complain very often. He often pointed out all the things he did for me and so I came to think me making him happy was in return for the fun he gave me with video games and looking after me.

He took loads of pictures of me doing these new things and stored them on his computer. Frequently we'd sit together, and he'd show me the pictures he'd taken of me. It was embarrassing seeing myself with my face buried in his ass, or licking his balls, or with his cum dripping down my face, and I regularly begged him not to ever let anyone see. He would always reassure me that we were friends and he'd never let anyone see anything that would embarrass his friend.

***

When the school holidays arrived, he convinced my mum that he was happy to continue to look after me. She happily agreed, and they negotiated a payment rate, that would enable him to take me out to activities and movies a couple of times during the holidays. On the first Monday of the holidays, my mum dropped me at his house, and I rang the doorbell as she drove away.

Kevin opened the door, looked at me and said, "Just because it's school holidays doesn't mean you get to wear clothes."

He pointed me to the back yard.

"Go and undress like usual, and I'll meet you at the back door."

I sighed. I'd been hoping that the holidays would be a little bit more normal, but I headed around to the back yard, stripped and ran to the back door and knocked. He took his time coming to the back door. I had always had to wait after school for him to get home but this time he was in the house while I was waiting.

"That's better," he said, when he finally opened the door. "From now on, once your mum drops you off, just go straight around the back and strip before you come to the door, OK?"

I nodded.

"Anyway, come in," he said. "I've got lots of fun stuff planned."

I followed him inside. He led me into the living room dropped his trousers and undies on the floor and lay down on the couch.

"Let's start with some inside fun, and then we'll go to see a movie and have lunch," he said, pointing me towards his cock.

I'd expected that this would be part of my day, so I quickly got into position and began working my tongue on his balls. I knew the routine he required by now and spent a few minutes running my tongue around his balls, sucking each one gently into my mouth and sucking on it as my tongue explored it thoroughly. Then I gradually moved further down between his legs sliding my tongue gently between the base of his balls and his asshole, before settling into place with my mouth against his hole as my tongue poked inside and lightly slid in and out rolling around the outside with each stroke and then pushing in as far as I could.

Kevin's moans of pleasure showed me how well I was doing. I kept myself working on that place as I knew Kevin liked, until after what always seemed ages and made my tongue ache, he gently nudged my head with his hands, signalling it was time to move on. I carefully ran my tongue back up to his balls, gave each of them another brief lick, then slowly slid my tongue up the base of his cock. When I reached the tip, I opened my mouth and sucked it in, sliding it down as deep as I could. I still wasn't very good at taking it in deep, but Kevin had made it clear he really liked it and always got disappointed with me if he felt I wasn't trying hard to please him, so I pushed my head down as far as I could go and held it there for as long as I could while trying unsuccessfully to control my gagging. When I couldn't hold it any longer, I pulled back up to the tip, breathing deeply through my nose and worked on his cock with my tongue, before pushing back down as deep as I could again, repeating the process.

Kevin had trained me pretty well by this point and I could tell when he was getting close to cumming. He signalled me to slow down, which meant he wanted a long slow blowjob, so I eased off so that he could enjoy it without cumming too soon. Finally, after nearly 30 minutes of sucking, he signalled me that he was ready, so I picked up the pace again and began working him towards orgasm. Finally, I felt him spasm, and he grabbed the back of my head as he began to shoot in my mouth.

"Don't swallow yet," he yelled as he shot stream after stream of cum into my mouth.

I kept sucking gently until I felt him finish and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. His cum filled my mouth and I looked at him wondering what to do now. He pulled out his phone and pointed it at me.

"Open your mouth and let me see the cum," he said.

I opened wide and he began snapping pictures of my face, my mouth filled with cum. After about a dozen photos he switched to video, and filmed my mouth full of cum, before telling me to swallow, as he continued to film me.

"That's a really hot video," he said. "You look amazing."

He stood up and pulled his pants back on, then led me out to the back yard where I was allowed to get dressed. We caught the bus to the mall, and we sat together up the back with Kevin watching the video of me swallowing his cum, and another he'd taken of me sucking him. I was terrified someone would see, but Kevin told me not to be silly because no one could see while we were at the back by ourselves. Fortunately, no one noticed and when we arrived at the mall, Kevin turned the videos off and put his phone in his pocket.

We went in and he bought tickets for the movie and some popcorn and drinks, before guiding me into the toilets.

"Better go now, so you don't need to go in the middle of the movie," he told me.

I nodded and went over to one of the urinals to piss.

Once I was done and ready to head out, he checked the toilet was empty, then leaned over and whispered to me, "Go into one of the stalls, take your undies off and bring them out to me."

I looked at him in shock.

"Not here," I begged.

"It's OK," he said. "No one will notice. You'll still have your pants on, and no one will be able to tell you're not wearing undies."

I still didn't move.

"Go on," he encouraged. "Be quick or we'll miss the start of the movie."

I knew Kevin well enough by this point to know that he'd continue to pressure me to do it until I gave in. I also knew that he was right about no one being able to tell, so reluctantly I went into the nearest stall, dropped my pants and removed my undies, and pulled my pants back up. It felt weird wearing pants without undies, but I went back outside and handed them to Kevin.

"Cool," he said, slipping them into his pocket. "Come on."

He led me to our seats at the back of the cinema and we sat down, and I began to greedily eat the popcorn and guzzle my drink.

"Hey, leave some for when the movie starts," Kevin grinned at me.

I grinned back at him and slowed down slightly.

Finally, after what felt like a million ads, the lights dimmed, and the movie began. I settled back and began to enjoy the film. By that stage I'd forgotten about not wearing any undies and was feeling pretty good. Then, about half an hour into the movie, I felt Kevin's hand slide into my lap and begin to fondle my cock. I immediately responded by getting hard. He continued to play for a few minutes, then gently unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers and reached inside. He continued to play with my cock and balls before gently easing them out into view.

I began to get a bit scared at that point, because although there was no one nearby who could see, we were still in a very public place. I tried to pull away and pushed Kevin's hand away, but he grabbed my hand and pulled it away, then continued to play with my cock. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes to stop.

He looked back at me, shook his head and whispered, "Just relax and watch the movie."

I tried to focus on the movie, but I was conscious the whole time of his hand playing with my cock. He gradually spread my legs wider so that my cock and balls were more accessible. Then, without warning he reached around me and lifted me up off the seat slightly, while pulling my trousers down. I grabbed them and tried to pull them back up, but he prised my hands away with one of his big hands and dragged my trousers off with the other and dropped them into the seat on the other side of him.

I slumped down into the seat and tried to hide myself, terrified someone would stand up and see. But Kevin forced me to sit up straight and spread my legs wide apart and began to fondle my cock and balls again. Now it was extremely hard for me to focus on the movie. I was aware that if anyone came nearby it would be extremely obvious that I wasn't wearing pants. Despite my fear, my cock was still hard as Kevin continued to stroke it.

He built me up to near orgasm then eased off over and over until my frustration was as high as my fear. As we got towards the final quarter of the movie, he reached underneath me and began to rub his finger back and forth over my asshole. It felt weird but kind of good at the same time. He used his other hand to continue playing with my cock. Then, again without any warning I felt his finger begin to push up inside my asshole. I must have made a bit of noise at that, because he looked at me and whispered a quick shush to me. I tried to pull away from his finger, but he continued to press it into me.

"Just relax," he whispered.

I was pretty freaked out by this point and relaxing was pretty much impossible, but I tried my best. He gently withdrew his finger then pushed it back in again in a slow rhythm. At the same time, he stroked my cock with the same rhythm. Despite my discomfort and my fear, I felt my climax building up and suddenly I was spasming and gasping and trying not to make any noise as I orgasmed. Kevin continued to stroke and finger me until my breathing went back to normal, then he withdrew his fingers and quietly handed me my pants, which I tried to put back on as quickly and quietly as I could. When the movie finished, we went back outside.

"That was pretty fun, huh?" he asked me as we left.

"It was scary," I said. "What if someone saw?"

"No one saw, did they?" he replied. "And you wouldn't have cum like that if you didn't enjoy it."

I stayed silent. I didn't know any better. In my mind, having an orgasm meant that I had enjoyed it, even if I had been terrified.

"Can I have my undies back now?" I asked hopefully.

"What do you need those for?" Kevin asked. "You look fine. Let's go get some lunch."

We went down to the food court and Kevin bought some McDonalds for me. This perked me up quite a lot because fast food of any kind was a real treat for me, which I rarely got. I scoffed down my burger and fries quickly and looked over at Kevin pleadingly.

"Can I have a sundae?" I asked hopefully.

"Ooh I don't know," said Kevin grinning at me. "What's it worth to you?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Please?"

"I'll do you a deal," he said. "I'll buy you a sundae if you do something for me."

"OK," I said without thinking.

"Hang on, little dude," he said. "Don't you want to know what you have to do first?"

"I guess," I said desperately wanting the sundae, but realising that Kevin might want something that I didn't want to do.

"I'll buy you a sundae," he said, "and on the way back on the bus, you let me play with your cock and balls like I did in the movie."

"Not with my pants off," I said suddenly scared.

"No, with your pants on," he reassured me. "Just unzipped so I can reach inside and play."

I still wasn't sure.

"Won't someone see?" I asked.

"We'll sit up the back again and I'll make sure no one can see," he told me. "If someone can see, I won't make you do it."

I thought about it for a minute, then my desire for a sundae overpowered my fear.

"OK," I said.

"Great," he replied. "Hang on while I get it for you. Chocolate or caramel?"

I thought about it for a minute. I'd never tried either flavour, but both sounded great. I looked at Kevin worried.

"I don't know," I said sadly. "Which one is best?"

He grinned at me.

"Don't worry, little dude," he smiled. "Trust me."

And he left.

A few minutes later he came back with two sundaes.

"I got one of each for you," he told me. "Since you were so cool in the movies today, I thought you deserved it."

I smiled at him happily and began to eat the chocolate one. It tasted amazing. I was finished in just a few moments and moved onto the caramel one. It was every bit as amazing as the chocolate one. All too soon I was finished, and I sighed in contentment.

Kevin grinned at me.

"Looks like you enjoyed those," he said.

I grinned back at him and nodded.

"Well if you keep being as good as you've been today, you might get more," he told me.

I grinned at him again, a little uncertainly this time. It was clear that he was telling me that to get more I'd have to let him do more stuff that would scare me. But he said no more, and we went back to the bus stop. The bus arrived, and we got on board and Kevin led me to the back and sat me in the corner and sat next to me. He looked around and indicated to me that no one could see me below the seat height.

The bus moved off and Kevin dropped his hand into my lap and began to unzip my trousers. I looked around to make sure no one could see. I didn't want to do this in such a public place, but I'd agreed and so I made no fuss as Kevin spread my legs and pulled my cock and balls out and began to play with them. At each stop, he paused, and we both watched to make sure no one came near us. And as the bus moved on again, he continued playing. Once again, he slid a finger into my butt and gently pushed it in and out as he stroked my cock. Finally, we reached our stop and Kevin pulled his hands away, allowing me to do my trousers up before we stood up and got off the bus.

I was extremely self-conscious as I walked down the aisle, as my cock was still hard, and I could feel it poking my trousers. I felt like everyone could see it, although given how small I was it was extremely unlikely. Nevertheless, I was very aware of every step until we got off the bus and away from other people. We got back to Kevin's house and he sent me around the back to strip off again and let me in the back door.

We went into the lounge room and sat down. I was keen to play some video games, but Kevin wanted to have a talk first.

"You know I think you're an amazing kid for doing all the cool stuff you do with me, right?" he asked.

I nodded. Even though I didn't always like the stuff he did with me, knowing that he thought I was amazing, still made me feel special. Every time he said something like that, I could feel a shiver of joy and pride.

"There's something I've been wanting to try with you for a while now, and after today I think you're ready."

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"I want to fuck you," he said. "Do you know what that is?"

I shook my head. I'd heard the word before but to me it was just a rude word that people said without any meaning for me.

"Fucking is when a guy puts his cock into another guy's butt, just like I did with my finger earlier. It feels really incredible, even better than being sucked."

I thought about that for a moment. Having his finger up my butt, had felt weird but hadn't hurt, but his cock was a lot bigger than his finger.

"Won't that hurt?" I asked.

"It might hurt a little bit at first," he said to me, "but you're a tough kid and you'll get used to it quickly."

I shook my head, still extremely unsure.

"How about this," he suggested. "We spend a little bit of time each day with my finger in your butt and build up gradually until you're ready. My finger didn't hurt, did it?"

I shook my head.

"See," he told me. "If we do that for a bit, then we can try with two fingers and before you know it you'll be ready."

I looked at him doubtfully.

"Great," he said. "We'll do that then. Each day we'll try to build up a bit more, then by Friday you'll be ready for your first fuck. That way you can have the weekend to recover before we do it again on Monday."

And just like that, without me actually agreeing to being fucked at all, Kevin had moved the conversation from seeking my agreement to setting out a timeframe and confirming that it wouldn't be just a one-off thing.

"But …" I said.

"You're so great," he said, speaking over my interruption. "I've never had a friend like you."

I wanted to protest but realised it would be futile, so I just nodded reluctantly.

"Awesome," he said. "Let's play some video games."

So, we sat and played video games for the next couple of hours. We took a break after that for some snacks and to go to the toilet. I was all ready to go back and play some more but Kevin interrupted me.

"How about we go do some of your fingering practice now?" he suggested.

I didn't want to but knew he wouldn't let me get out of it, so I nodded.

We went up to his bedroom and he positioned me on his bed on my knees with my head down. First, he put his finger in my mouth and told me to suck on it to get it wet. Then he bent me over and slowly slid his finger into my asshole. When I'd been sitting at the movies and on the bus, he'd only been able to get in a small distance, up to his first knuckle. In this position he could get in much deeper and he kept pushing until his finger was in as far as it could be. It felt really weird but didn't hurt liked I'd feared. He pulled it almost back out then pushed back in deep again. He kept repeating this in a gradually increasing tempo. Once he'd got a rhythm going, he reached around in front of me with his other hand and began to stroke my cock, which quickly grew hard. Before I knew it, I was cumming with his finger deep in my ass.

"See," he said. "I knew you'd like it. You're gonna be ready for fucking in no time."

I grinned at him nervously, proud of how I'd done, but still worried about what the next few days would bring. He pulled off his pants and lay down on the bed.

"Since you got to cum again, how about you take care of me too?" he said pointing at his cock.

I quickly leaned down and began to suck him. He moaned in pleasure but pulled me off after a moment.

"Let's do this properly," he said. "Take your time and start with my balls and ass."

I was frustrated because I'd hoped to get him off quickly, so we could get back to our game, but I obediently moved down and began to work on his balls. He had me work on his ass for over 10 minutes and then another 20 minutes of sucking before he shot his load into my mouth.

"That was amazing," he said happily. "Tomorrow, we'll try two fingers up your butt."

I smiled uncertainly but nodded and we went back downstairs to play videogames until it was time to go home.

The next day, mum dropped me off at Kevin's house and, as soon as she'd gone, I obediently went around the back to strip. Kevin met me at the back door and led me straight up to his bedroom and told me to kneel on his bed. He pulled out a bottle of lotion and squirted some onto his hand and began to rub it on his fingers.

"What's that for?" I asked curiously.

"This will make my fingers more slippery, so they go into your butt easier. I figured it make it easier on you since we're gonna try two fingers today."

I looked at him worriedly.

"Do you have to do two fingers? Couldn't you just do one again today."

I hadn't particularly enjoyed even the one finger up my butt, but it was a better option than two.

"We gotta do two, little dude," he said. "Otherwise you'll never be ready for fucking on Friday. Don't worry, it'll be OK."

He motioned me to bend over, and I reluctantly complied. He ran his fingers up and down my ass, spreading some lotion around. Then he slowly pushed one finger in me. He was right. The lotion did make it easier. It slid in without much difficulty at all and was soon in as deep as he could get it.

"Just relax your ass muscles," he prompted me. "If you keep clenching like that you're gonna hurt yourself."

I took some deep breaths and tried to relax. It's hard to relax when you're fully aware that something is pushing into a place that things are supposed to be pushed out from. But I did my best. Kevin began sliding his finger in and out, and with his other hand began to stroke my cock. I quickly got hard and the sensations from my cock began to outweigh the feeling of the finger in my butt. I began to relax and began to feel better. After a few minutes Kevin pulled his finger out and wiped some more lotion on his fingers. He pushed the finger back in a little bit, and then I felt a second finger begin to push in beside it. I immediately tensed up.

"Relax," he reminded me. "Just push like you're taking a shit."

I tried to do as he said, and I felt the two fingers slide in further. I'd got used to one finger but two was decidedly uncomfortable.

"It hurts," I said to Kevin.

"Don't worry, little dude," he replied. "You're doing great. Just relax and it'll get easier."

He continued pushing his fingers in as deep as he could and resumed stroking my cock with his other hand. He held them in place until the sensations in my cock helped me to relax and then he slowly withdrew his fingers and began to push them in and out again. After a few minutes it began to get easier. I wouldn't go so far as to say it stopped hurting but the pain did get less. Before long Kevin's stroking of my cock became too much for me and I orgasmed. He slowly withdrew his fingers from my ass and gently rubbed my butt cheeks.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked. "You are one brave, cool dude."

I blushed.

"We'll do that again this afternoon and tomorrow you'll be ready for 3 fingers," he said.

I wanted to tell him that I'd changed my mind and I didn't want to do this anymore, but I couldn't get the words out. I knew Kevin wanted to do it and I wanted to make him happy so even though I was really scared about what was coming I was even more scared that he'd tell me he didn't want to be my friend anymore if I said no. So I said nothing. Kevin led me into the bathroom and helped me clean the lotion off my butt and washed his fingers.

"What are we doing today?" I asked as we headed back downstairs.

"I thought we might go and spend some time exploring around the creek," he replied.

Kevin's house backed onto a large bush area with a creek running through it. It had a gate through the back fence leading directly out to the bush. He'd taken me to the creek a couple of times in the past. It was down a hill, about 100 metres away from the houses and it was like being in a completely different world. You couldn't see or hear any sign of civilisation. I loved exploring down there, but on a school afternoon it got dark too quickly to spend much time down there. So I was excited at the prospect of exploring more. Kevin led me out to the back yard and tossed me my shorts and t-shirt. Although I'd half expected it, I made a half-hearted protest.

"What about my undies?"

"No undies," he replied without any hint of compromise.

I shrugged and pulled on my clothes as quickly as I could, and we headed out. We got down to the creek and began to explore. We wandered along the creek for about a kilometre and when we got to a clearing, Kevin stopped.

"This looks like a good place," he said.

"A good place for what?" I asked, naively.

By this time, I should have realised that anytime Kevin said something I wasn't sure about, it meant I'd be doing something sexual, but my brain still hadn't fully made that connection.

"I want to get some nice outdoor pictures of you," he said smiling at me.

All of a sudden, my brain caught up.

"You mean … nude pictures?" I asked hesitantly desperately hoping I had misunderstood.

"Yeah, that's a great idea, sexy," he quickly replied. "That's OK, isn't it? I mean, no one's gonna see you here, are they?"

I sighed, knowing Kevin wouldn't take no for an answer. I didn't want to be naked outside, where anybody might suddenly appear and see me, but I knew that whatever excuse I made, Kevin would have an answer. So I nodded to him.

"Cool," he said. "Let's go over there next to that tree stump and I'll get some photos of you in your clothes and gradually taking them off. Then we'll do some of you playing in the nude and posing in different spots, all right?"

I nodded again, figuring it was best to agree and get it over and done with as quickly as possible. He led me up next to the tree stump and directed me into various poses, snapping picture after picture. He told me to take off my shoes and socks and then my shirt, which I did. Then he told me to unbutton and unzip my shorts and he took pictures with me standing there holding my shorts up by the sides, making it obvious that they were undone. He made me turn away from him and lower the back, so my ass was visible, then he made me do the same from the front. Finally, he told me to take them right off and I was totally nude. He led me to different areas around the clearing and took pictures of me in different poses. With my legs spread. Squatting. Bent over so my ass was showing. He took me down to the creek and told me to wade in and start splashing around as though I'd come down to the creek to play naked in the water.

After a while I relaxed and just began to enjoy myself, basically doing stuff that I'd be doing anyway if I'd been dressed. Kevin just kept snapping pictures of me, occasionally asking me to turn more towards him or position myself so my cock or ass was more visible. When he finally paused taking pictures I looked around and realised that without knowing it, Kevin had guided me away from the clearing where my clothes were. I looked around trying to work out where we were and realised that we'd travelled at least a couple of hundred metres down the creek away from the clearing. I started to move back towards the clearing, but Kevin called me back.

"Where are you going?"

"I just want to go back to where my clothes are," I said.

"Aww," he said. "I thought you were enjoying playing in the nude."

I frowned slightly.

"I am," I acknowledged reluctantly. "I just want to be close to my clothes, so I can get dressed quickly if someone comes."

"Nah," he said. "No one's gonna come. You'll be fine. Let's explore this way some more."

He pointed further down the creek, away from my clothes.

I hesitated.

"Couldn't we at least get my clothes and take them with us?" I pleaded. "I'll stay nude, I promise."

He gave a big sigh.

"Oh well, if it's that big a deal, we may as well just go back home," he said in a huff.

He started walking back. I knew he was upset with me, so I ran after him.

"No, it's OK," I lied. "Let's go this way."

I pointed back down the creek. He paused and looked at me.

"What about your clothes?" he asked. "A moment ago, you were worried about being so far away from them. I don't want to have to listen to you whining the whole time about not having your clothes nearby."

"I won't," I promised. "Please?"

He smiled at me.

"OK, little dude, whatever you want."

That was standard behaviour from Kevin. Push me into agreeing to do something I didn't want to do and then when I agreed, turning it around and making it sound like he was doing me a favour by letting me do it. I was a naïve kid and looking back, it's embarrassing how easily he could manipulate me.

We wandered further down the creek and explored various parts of the bush for another hour or so. We must have travelled at least a couple of kilometres away from where my clothes were. But, as usual, as time went by, I got used to it and pretty much forgot I was naked. I began to have fun again. Finally, Kevin indicated it was time to go back home for lunch. So we headed back to the clearing. As we got back my awareness of my nudity grew stronger, and I was relieved that I'd soon be able to get dressed again. But I hadn't counted on Kevin. When we got back to the clearing, he picked up my clothes and shoes and started walking away.

"Can I have my clothes back, please?" I begged.

"Don't worry," he said. "Just be a good boy and follow me."

So I followed him and soon we were back at the edge of the bush behind his house. There was about 10 metres of clear space running along the back of the row of houses. I figured that Kevin would give me my clothes back now so I could get back inside without being seen, but Kevin had other ideas.

"Wait here," he told me, pointing behind a tree.

He went over to the fence and opened the gate to his home and held it open.

"OK," he called softly. "Make a run for it."

I was terrified. If I ran out into the open, I'd be clearly visible to anyone who was looking. I shook my head frantically. Kevin shrugged.

"Well if you don't want to come," he said, "you'll have to stay there naked for the rest of the day, because I'm going in for lunch and your clothes are coming with me."

He started to turn towards the gate, as if he was going through to leave me.

"Wait," I called, nearly in tears.

He turned back to me. I took a deep breath, looked both ways to see if anyone was nearby, and ran as quickly as I could to the gate. I jumped through and run down the yard to the back door where I knew I couldn't be seen. Kevin followed me and after dropping my clothes in the shed, opened the back door and led me inside.

"That was fun," he said. "You look so cool running around naked. We'll have to do that again sometime."

I didn't reply. Parts of it had been fun, but other parts, especially the nude run at the end, had not been fun at all. But I knew by now that if Kevin wanted to do it again, then I'd do it again. I just didn't have it in me to refuse him.

After lunch we played video games for a few hours, then Kevin told me it was time for fingering practice again. We headed back up to his room and I got into position while he spread some lotion on his fingers. This time he didn't waste time starting with one finger, he went straight to pushing two fingers in again. Once again, I tensed up and he reminded me to relax as he didn't want me hurting myself as he began to stroke my cock. He worked his fingers in and out of me for a good 20 minutes bringing me close to climax and then pulling back and easing off over and over until I was writhing around begging to cum. Finally, he kept going and I spasmed in ecstasy as I orgasmed.

He withdrew his fingers as my breathing came back to normal, then he pointed me at his ass and I obediently moved into position to lick it. I spent some time sucking and licking his ass and balls, then he told me to suck him. I moved my mouth to his cock, but he pulled me away and twisted me around so that I was lying on top of his stomach with my face at his cock. I began to suck him and felt his fingers once again enter my ass. This was a new position for me and with the added discomfort of fingers pushing in and out of my ass, I struggled to get a good rhythm going. But I finally got it all together and after a while I felt him spasm and thrust into me and I felt the familiar taste of his cum in my mouth. I kept sucking until I felt him pull away from me and he pulled his fingers out of my ass.

"You're such an amazing cocksucker," he told me.

I blushed. I knew he meant it as a compliment, and I was pleased that he was so happy. But I also knew that "cocksucker" was an insult among the kids at school and I was confused because I didn't want to be a cocksucker, but at the same time I wanted to make Kevin happy and I knew he loved it. That was my life now, not wanting to do the things that Kevin wanted but wanting to do them at the same time. It was very confusing.

The next day as I came inside Kevin reached down and squeezed my ass.

"How's my little butt boy?" he grinned.

I grinned nervously back at him.

"OK," I said.

"Cool," he said. "Ready for more butt fun?"

"I guess," I said reluctantly.

"Great," Kevin exclaimed, as though my reaction had been one of excitement rather than reluctant acceptance.

He led me into the living room.

"I decided not to do three fingers today," he said, bringing a moment of hope to me. "Instead I thought we'd try this."

He brought out a hairbrush with a round handle. It was easily thicker than two of his fingers and much longer. He confirmed this a moment later.

"It's better than my fingers," he said, "because it's longer and can go in deeper. You're gonna love it."

I was pretty sure I wouldn't. But I knew I wasn't going to get out of it, so I reluctantly got into position as Kevin spread some lotion on the handle of the brush. He positioned it at my hole and reached around and began to play with my cock.

"Ready?" he asked.

I wanted to say "no" but instead I just nodded to him.

He pushed, and I felt the tip of the brush enter me. I tried to relax my ass like he'd been teaching me, but it was difficult. The brush handle felt so much bigger and harder than his fingers and it hurt a lot more.

"Stop," I begged. "It hurts."

"Just relax, little dude," he said. "You'll get used to it soon."

He didn't hesitate for a second just continued to push it into me. Then he paused for a moment and focused on playing with my cock. It took me longer to get hard this time as the pain in my ass took my focus away, but after a couple of minutes the pain eased a bit and the sensations in my cock began to grow. As my moans of pain gradually shifted to pleasure, he began to push again. He kept it slow, each slight thrust in was followed by a pause as my ass got used to it.

Finally, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Hey, little dude, it's all the way in. You're amazing."

He grabbed my hand and guided it around to my ass where I could feel the brush in my ass. He was right. The entire handle was in my ass. It was still painful but bearable. He held it in place as he stroked my cock.

"That's as long as my cock," he told me. "A bit more practice with this and you'll be ready for fucking."

I was breathing heavily, trying to keep my mind focused on the pleasure in my cock and away from the pain I was feeling. Kevin slowly began to slide the brush out of my ass, and I could feel the relief as it slid out. Then, just before it was out, he began to push it back in again. I'd known that was what he was going to do but it still hadn't stopped me hoping he'd take it out. He began to slide it in and out in a slow rhythm. Each time I felt the relief as it slid out and the pain as it slid back in, but slowly the pleasure from my cock began to overpower the pain and that helped me to relax some more which made the process easier.

Kevin began to increase the pace of his thrusting gradually, increasing slowly as I relaxed more so that the pain remained fairly stable as he got faster. Finally, he brought me to the edge, and I orgasmed as he thrust the brush deep into my ass. He pulled it out and I collapsed onto the bed, reaching around to massage my ass, which was hurting a fair bit. Kevin stood next to me and dropped his pants, bringing the brush down next to his rock-hard cock.

"Look," he said. "You're nearly there. We'll practice with this again tomorrow and then on Friday you'll be ready to take my cock."

I looked at the brush next to his cock and realised he was right. His cock was about the same length as the brush (about 6 inches [15cm] long) and just slightly wider. I drew in a deep breath as I realised that in just a couple more days, he'd be putting his cock in my butt.

"Anyway," Kevin said. "You had your fun, now it's time for mine."

He lay on the bed with his legs spread and I moved into place to suck him. He must have been extra horny as it took almost no time before he shot his load into my mouth. Then he told me we were going to the movies again. He took me to the back yard where he let me get dressed, although he kept my undies again. I didn't make any fuss, knowing it would be pointless. I hoped he wouldn't pull my cock out on the bus or in the movies again, but I knew it was quite likely that he would. And I was right. As soon as we got on the bus, he sat me down in the back corner and immediately opened my pants and pulled my cock and balls out. I didn't make a fuss, I just kept my attention focused on watching to make sure no one came near. He didn't let me lorgasm, but he got me close and kept me there for the whole trip.

When we arrived, he did my pants back up and my cock was quivering with frustration. I walked off the bus carefully, trying to hide my stiffy and we went into the movies. He took me into the toilets to piss, which took a while because I had to wait for my erection to subside. Then when I finally managed to go, Kevin looked around, and seeing no one was there grabbed my cock and got me back to full stiffness again before letting me do my pants back up.

We went into the cinema and sat up the back. Kevin had his hand in my pants as soon as the lights went down. I focused on my popcorn and the movie and tried to ignore Kevin, but a short time into the movie, he leaned over and whispered into my ear.

"Take your pants off."

Even though I'd done that a couple of days ago I didn't want to. It was scary sitting there with no pants on, worrying that someone would see. I shook my head, no.

Kevin looked back at me with a frown.

"Take them off now," he said, and he gave my balls a gentle squeeze in warning.

"Please," I begged.

Kevin shook his head.

"Take them off. I'm not asking again."

I scowled and put the popcorn on the seat next to me while I slipped my pants off and handed them to Kevin. He placed them on the seat next to me and started to finger my ass as I sat back and tried to focus on the movie again. It must have been nearly halfway through when Kevin leaned over to me again.

"Take your shirt off now."

I froze in shock. He wanted me to be naked in the movies? No way was I gonna do that. I shook my head. He frowned at me.

"Fine," he said angrily. "We'll just go home then."

He started to pack up his stuff and move away. I panicked.

"Wait," I whispered frantically.

He paused and looked at me.

"I'll do it," I said dejectedly.

He smiled and sat down again.

"That's better."

I sat there for a moment, and he motioned for me to proceed. I took a deep breath and quickly pulled off my shirt and scrunched down in my seat. Kevin took my shirt and put it with my pants next to him. I was terrified. Kevin pulled out his camera and started filming me.

"Jerk yourself off," he said.

I quickly obeyed, hoping that doing what he said would get my clothes back quicker. I began to play with my cock as he filmed me. It was hard to keep focused as I was so scared about being seen but eventually nature took its course and I got hard. Finally, I orgasmed and lay back in my seat trying to keep my breathing as quiet as possible. Kevin grinned at me.

"Good boy," he said.

"Can I have my clothes back now?" I begged.

He grinned at me.

"Soon, little dude. Don't be impatient. Just one more thing and then you can get dressed."

He motioned me to get off my seat and onto the floor. I quickly obeyed, relieved to be less visible. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

"Suck me," he said.

I looked up at him and saw no hint of compromise, so I sighed and moved up and began to suck him. He made me take it slowly and it took him nearly 20 minutes to cum. I missed quite a bit of the movie. Finally, he came, and I swallowed quickly. He sighed and casually tucked away his cock before reaching over and tossing me my clothes. I got dressed as quickly as possible and sat up to watch the rest of the movie in silence.

We headed out to the food court in silence and Kevin bought McDonalds for us again. We sat there eating in silence for a while.

Then Kevin said, "That was fun, wasn't it?"

I looked at him in shock.

"No, it was awful. I was so scared."

"Aww," he said. "What were you scared of?"

"That someone would see me," I replied.

"I wouldn't let anyone see you," he told me. "I love seeing you naked, but I would never make you do it if anyone could see."

I looked at him doubtfully.

"You gotta trust me little dude," he said. "I'll always take care of you. We have to do that again next time."

I started to beg.

"Please don't make me do it again. Can't I just take my pants off next time?"

Two days ago, having my pants off in the cinema had terrified me. Now it seemed like a good deal.

He shook his head.

"Don't be silly, it's fun. You look so cool sitting there in the nude. And when you sucked me, it was incredible. And you seemed to cum pretty hard too. It can't have been that scary."

I blushed.

"See," he said. "It's not that bad. And next time you'll have even more fun."

I shrugged not knowing what else to say. He reached under the table and started stroking my cock. I got hard immediately. He grinned at me.

"You're such a horny little boy," he smirked. "You only came a short while ago and you're ready for more."

I blushed again.

"You want a sundae?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly, and he headed back to the counter and came back a few minutes later with two sundaes.

"There you go," he said. "Two sundaes for my little naked movie boy."

I looked down and said nothing.

"You will do it for me again next time, won't you?" he asked pleadingly, holding the sundaes.

I looked back at him, desperately wanting to say no, but not wanting him to be mad at me.

After a long pause, I quietly said, "I guess."

He broke out into a huge smile and said, "You're amazing!" and handed over the sundaes.

It was amazing just how much that smile could control me. I'd just agreed to do something which I absolutely did not want to do, and that smile made me feel like it was all worthwhile. Just a look of sadness or happiness from him and I was willing to do whatever he wanted. I idolised him and wanted him to like me and I would do whatever it took to ensure he kept liking me.

After lunch we went wandering around the mall. Looking at videogames stores and other cool stuff. Kevin talked to me about what I liked and said he might buy me some stuff if I was good. I knew that meant doing sex stuff with him, but I figured that I'd probably end up doing it anyway and if it got me some free stuff that would be a bonus, so I nodded. Eventually we discovered a new game that had just come out that I really wanted. I begged Kevin to buy it for me.

"What will you do for me?" he asked, winking at me.

"Anything," I replied without thinking.

"Hmm," he said looking at me with a smile. "I'll tell you what. I'll buy it for you, but you have to promise to do whatever I say for the rest of the holidays, with no fuss or argument, OK?"

I thought about it for a moment. I figured that there wasn't anything worse than I'd already done that he could ask me to do, so I nodded.

"Are you sure," he asked. "If you change your mind later, I'll have to take the game away from you."

"I'm sure," I replied.

"OK, then," he said. "Before I buy it, we're gonna do a test. Follow me and do exactly what I say and don't say anything or make a sound."

I nodded, and he led me away. We went downstairs to the lower floor, and he led me into a set of toilets. It was a quiet area and there was no one else in there. The toilets were set up so that there was a door followed by a row of sinks then another door. If someone came in the first door you could hear them.

After checking there was no one inside Kevin motioned me into a stall and said "Strip."

I'd expected this and stripped without fuss. Knowing there was no one to see made it easier than stripping in the cinema. He made me take my shoes and socks off too, so I was totally naked. He took my clothes and put them in his backpack. Then he motioned me to come out of the stall and stand in front of the urinal. He started taking photos of me. He made me pose in a variety of positions around the room and then told me to do a piss while he videoed me. Then he told me to stand near the door and come when he called. He opened the door and disappeared. A few moments later I heard him call me and I reluctantly opened the door and went through. He was videoing me and he motioned me to come towards him, where he was standing near the main door.

When I got close to him, he opened the door slightly and looked out. The door faced a wall so that unless someone was standing right there, they couldn't see but I was still scared. Then he opened the door and made me stand so I could be seen from the doorway. It only lasted a few seconds before he closed the door and motioned me back into the toilet, but it was a terrifying few seconds. I dashed back inside as quickly as I could, and Kevin followed me. He motioned me back into the stall and he dropped his pants and sat on the toilet. He pointed to his cock.

"Suck me," he said.

I quickly leaned over and began to suck him. He moaned in pleasure and was soon cumming in my mouth. He got up and led me back out of the stall, tossed my clothes on the ground and walked out, leaving me to dress as quickly as possible. I followed him out and found him waiting for me and he led me back upstairs to the game shop.

"You know you're going to be spending a lot of time naked, don't you?" he asked as we walked.

"Yeah." I said. "Are you going to get me the game now?"

"Of course, I am," he said. "I told you that I'd buy you stuff if you were good for me. And you've been good today so far."

We bought the game and headed back to the bus stop. When we got on the bus we went straight to the back and I sat in the corner and spread my legs, expecting Kevin to unzip my pants and play with my cock.

Instead he sat next to me and as the bus pulled away he said, "Take your pants down."

I hadn't expected that, but I'd promised Kevin I'd do what he said so I quietly lowered my pants to my knees. He told me to lean back on the seat and he pushed two fingers into my mouth and told me to suck them. Then he pulled them out and pushed them into my ass and began fucking them in and out.

"Jerk your cock," he said.

I did as I was told and before long, I was cumming as his fingers thrust into my ass. He pulled his fingers out and told me to pull my pants back up, and a short while later we were back at his place. I quickly stripped, and he let me in the back door. I was keen to start playing the game, but Kevin told me it was time for ass practice first. He sent me upstairs to get the brush and when I came back downstairs, he had me lay on my back on the couch with my legs raised. He put some lotion on the brush and pushed it in, much faster than he had in the morning. It hurt a lot and I let out a few yelps of pain.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"It hurts," I said.

"I know," he said. "But you're tough, you can take it can't you?"

I knew what the expected answer was, so I nodded, and he pushed it in further until it was in as far as it could go. He let go and moved around so he was kneeling over top of me with his cock near my mouth and his face towards my legs.

"Suck me," he said as he began to withdraw the brush and begin to fuck it in and out. I lifted my head and began to suck his cock. This was the first time I'd had the brush in my ass without my cock being played with at the same time, and the lack of pleasure for me made the sensations in my ass more intense. It was hard to get a rhythm with my sucking, but I knew that Kevin wouldn't stop fucking me until I made him cum, so I tried to ignore the pain in my ass and focus on sucking him the best I could.

Kevin didn't make it easy for me, pushing his cock deep into my mouth, making me gag, and thrusting the brush into my ass hard, causing pain. I tried to pull away, but he held me in place. It seemed to take forever but finally he stiffened and shot his load into my mouth. He slumped on top of me and let go of the brush. After a few minutes he rolled off me and sat on the floor next to me. My face was covered in tears, He leaned over and hugged me.

"Are you OK, little dude?" he asked.

"It hurt," I sobbed.

"I know, baby," he said. "Sometimes it's going to hurt. Sometimes it will feel good and sometimes it won't. But it feels good for me, and that's what matters, you want to make me happy don't you? As long as you make me feel good, you'll be my little dude, OK?"

My ass was throbbing from the brush still deep inside me.

"Can't you do it slower, so it doesn't hurt?" I begged.

He snuggled up next to me and stroked my chest.

"Sometimes I need to make it hurt you to make me feel good. But I know you're a tough boy and I would never do anything that you aren't strong enough to take, I promise."

"Can you take it out now, please?" I asked.

He kissed me gently on the lips.

"Soon, little dude. First you have to make yourself cum for me."

Still in a state of shock from the rough treatment, I reached down and began to stroke my cock. Kevin continued to rub my chest and tell me how good I was as I tugged on my cock, trying to keep from moving too much, as it caused the brush to push into me and hurt. It took a while but eventually I came, breathing hard and moaning in pain as I twisted and felt the brush in my ass again. I lay still, hoping Kevin would take it out now.

He leaned over and kissed me.

"You're amazing," he said.

He lifted my legs up and rolled me onto my back and took some photos of me with the brush in my ass. Then he gently pulled it out.

"Hold your legs up while I get some photos of your hole," he said.

I obediently held my legs open as he snapped away.

"Push out so I can see how much it opens," he ordered.

Again, I did what I was told.

"That's great," he said. "Another day of practice and you'll be totally ready for fucking."

I said nothing. I just wanted the day to end so I could go home and rest. Finally, Kevin stopped taking photos and sat me up. It was hard to find a comfortable position that didn't hurt my ass, but I managed to sit after a bit.

Then Kevin pulled out the new game and said, "You've been really good today. You've earned this."

I brightened up a little at that and we began to play together. When it was time to go the pain in my ass had reduced but not gone away.

Chapter 4

Thursday arrived, and I was back at Kevin's standing naked at the back door waiting for him to let me in. I was waiting quite a long time before he opened it and led me into the lounge room and sat down next to me.

"I think it's time you learned how to kiss," he said to me.

"I know how to kiss," I said indignantly.

He smiled.

"Not like you kiss your mum," he said. "Like grown-ups kiss."

He leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. Then a moment later he pulled away.

"OK," he said. "This time when I put my lips on yours, I want you to open your mouth. I'm going to put my tongue in your mouth, and I want you to use your tongue to play with mine, OK?"

"Gross," I giggled.

He smiled again.

"It's really fun," he promised.

He leaned back in and pushed his lips on mine. Trying to obey him I opened my mouth and felt his tongue push into my mouth and begin to move around. I sat there for a moment as he did that, then I remembered his instructions and timidly began to push my tongue back against his. He pulled away again.

"That's great," he smiled. "Breathe through your nose."

He leaned back in and began to kiss me again, his hands running over my chest. I began to get into the spirit of things and kissed him back and felt his hands creep down to my cock. He kept stroking me and I felt his other hand reach around behind me and a finger sliding into my ass. We kissed for a few minutes and Kevin worked me up to the edge of an orgasm before pulling away. I gasped in frustration, wanting to cum but knowing Kevin wouldn't let me before he was ready.

"Well we've got a busy day ahead," he said. "We'd better get your tasks done. Which one do you want to do first, anal practice or sucking?

I thought for a moment. I really didn't want to do the anal practice, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to get out of it. So, I figured I'd rather get that out of the way first.

"Anal," I said reluctantly.

"Great," Kevin said. "Why don't you run upstairs and get the brush and lotion and we'll get started."

I ran upstairs and came back with the brush and lotion and handed them to Kevin.

"OK, get into position," he said.

I got on my knees and bent over with my face down on the sofa.

"Now I'm gonna do this pretty hard today so you're ready for tomorrow," he said. "It will probably hurt a bit, OK?"

"Do you have to?" I asked pleadingly.

"I'm sorry but I do," he said. "You need to get used to it being done hard so that when I fuck you tomorrow it's easier for you."

"Couldn't you fuck me gently?" I asked.

Kevin smiled at me.

"Of course I'll try," he said. "But once I get started, I probably won't be able to control myself. So, you need to get used to it, OK?"

"OK," I said sadly.

He positioned the brush at my asshole.

"Ready?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and nodded. He pushed it in hard. I yelped in pain.

"OK there, little dude?" he asked.

"It hurts," I said.

"That's OK," he said. "You can take it. You're a brave boy, aren't you?"

I nodded, wanting to please him.

"Good boy," he said.

He began to thrust the brush in and out of my asshole. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the pain. I moaned a bit in pain.

"You're doing great, little dude," Kevin said.

"Can you stop now, please?" I asked.

"Not yet, buddy. A few more minutes and then you can start jerking yourself off."

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on something else. Kevin began to thrust harder and the pain grew more intense.

"OK, little dude, jerk yourself off now."

I closed my eyes and moved my hand onto my cock and began to stroke it. Kevin kept thrusting the brush hard in my ass. I tried to concentrate on jerking off, but the pain made it hard. After a few minutes Kevin paused with the brush.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"It hurts too much," I said. "I can't cum when it hurts so much."

"That's no good," he said. "How about if I jerk you off instead?"

Without waiting for an answer, he resumed fucking me with the brush and used his other hand to begin stroking my cock. The pain was still intense, but the consistent stroking gradually got to me, and my cock began to harden. Finally, I felt an orgasm approaching and I shook as I came. Kevin thrust the brush in pushing it fully inside me. Then he reached up and rubbed my back.

"How are you feeling, little dude?" he asked.

"Sore," I said sourly.

"Well, I'm proud of you," Kevin told me. "You did really well. I know it hurt but you took it all without fuss like the tough guy I know you are. Its gonna feel really good when I fuck you tomorrow."

I smiled at him weakly. I could feel my ass still throbbing.

"You ready to suck me now?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Can you take the brush out now?" I asked.

"How about you keep it in there until we're finished. Just to prove how tough you are, OK."

"OK," I nodded wanting to get it over and done with.

He lay back on the lounge and I moved between his legs as he lifted them up to his chest. I knelt between his legs with my ass up, trying to make sure I didn't knock the brush as I moved around. I bent down and began to lick his balls. I wasn't very keen on licking Kevin's balls. They were really hairy which felt weird in my mouth, but I knew Kevin loved me doing it, so I took my time and ran my tongue all around each ball and underneath his ball sack. I gently sucked first one ball and then the other into my mouth and sucked on it as I ran my tongue around it, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Kevin.

"You're so good at that," Kevin said.

I felt a burst of pride and kept licking.

"Now do my ass," he directed and obediently I began to lick lower until my tongue found his hole. I pushed my lips into his butt crack and ran my tongue back and forth over his asshole. I felt him shiver with pleasure and then felt his hole loosen as he pushed it open. I forced my tongue inside as deep as I could as he had trained me and began to push it in and out.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," I heard him moan.

I kept going. The pain in my ass was beginning to lessen, as I kept my focus fully on what I was doing. Kevin was moaning in pleasure. Doing that for a long time was hard work, but I was proud of my ability to get such a reaction from Kevin. Finally, he moaned again and indicated that it was time to move on to his cock. I slowly moved my tongue back up, over his balls, and up the base of his cock before taking the tip into my mouth and sucking his cock in as deep as I could. I began to suck in a steady rhythm and felt Kevin's hands grasp the back of my head.

"Go deep," he told me.

He'd been trying to teach me to deep throat him for a few weeks now. I took a deep breath and sucked his cock in until I felt it hit the back of my throat. Kevin tightened his grip and pushed my head down and I began to gag.

"Swallow," he ordered.

I tried to swallow as best I could, but unsuccessfully. Finally, Kevin released my head and I pulled back, breathing deeply.

"Again," he said.

Once again, I felt him push my head down and I tried to swallow his cock as it pressed against my throat. Suddenly I felt his cock push further into my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away, but Kevin held me in place and pushed his cock in further.

"That's it," he cried. "Keep going."

I tried but I was beginning to panic as I couldn't breathe. Finally, he released me, and I pulled away coughing and spluttering.

"You did it, Stevie," he exclaimed. "You got it into your throat."

"I couldn't breathe," I said miserably.

"You gotta remember to breathe through your nose," he said. "Let's do it again and see if you can get it all in this time. He pushed me back onto his cock and I opened my mouth and took it in. He pushed until his cock was resting against his throat then paused and held me in place.

"OK, make sure you're breathing through your nose," he said.

I focused on my breathing and tried to relax.

"Ready?" he asked.

I wasn't sure if I was ready or not, but I nodded, and I felt him pull my head down on his cock as he yelled, "Swallow."

I began swallowing and felt his cock push into my throat. I began to panic again.

"Breathe through your nose," Kevin reminded me.

I sucked in a couple of breaths through my nose as Kevin pushed his cock further into my throat. My throat was spasming around his cock, but he kept pushing in deeper and suddenly I felt my lips press against his pubic hair.

"You did it," he shouted. "Fuck that's good."

After what felt like forever, he lifted his hands and let me pull back out. I sucked in some air.

"That was so amazing," he told me. "I knew you could do it. A bit more practice and we'll be able to do it all the time."

I smiled at him weakly, proud of what I'd done but feeling some pain in my throat and jaw.

"OK," Kevin said. "Just suck me now and finish me off."

I leaned back over and began to suck him again. I was pretty tired now and just wanted to get it finished. Kevin lay back and let me control the pace and a couple of minutes later I heard him let out a moan and felt his cum shooting in my mouth. I held my mouth in place until I felt him finish, then carefully ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, cleaning up the last drops. I lifted my head and Kevin pulled me up, so I was lying on top of him and he reached around and gave me a hug.

"That was amazing," he told me. "You're incredible. You're the best friend I've ever had."

I almost burst with joy. Kevin's approval meant the world to me.

"How's your ass?" he asked.

Surprisingly, I'd almost forgotten about the brush in my ass.

"It's OK," I said.

"Great," said Kevin, reaching down and gently fucking it in and out of my ass again. "I'm really looking forward to fucking you tomorrow. Are you excited?"

I shrugged. I was still scared about him fucking me, but I knew Kevin was really excited about it and I didn't want to disappoint him. He lifted his head and began to kiss me again. He slowly pulled the brush out of my ass and slipped two fingers in to replace it. He kissed me passionately as he fucked me with his fingers. I could feel the pain in my ass returning as the other distractions receded. Finally, Kevin withdrew his fingers and pulled away from me. He pushed me up and rolled out from under me and stood up.

"OK," he said. "We've got stuff to do."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"We're going to spend some more time down at the creek." He replied. "I want to get some more outdoor pictures of you.

He pulled on his clothes and headed for the back door.

"I need to have a wee first," I said.

"Just hold it for a few minutes," he told me. "I want to get a picture of you peeing outside."

I shrugged and followed him outside. I paused at the shed, expecting Kevin to give me my clothes but he kept walking.

"You don't need your clothes," he said. "It's just a quick run from the gate to the bush and it's silly to get dressed just for that little bit. You're gonna be naked most of the time anyway."

I was a bit nervous, but I'd already done the dash across the clearing between the bush and the gate once naked, so I figured it wasn't a big deal the other way. More concerning was the fact that my clothes would be much further away than they'd been last time. Still, I knew Kevin wouldn't ask me to do it if he thought anyone would see. I trusted him, so I followed him to the gate. He opened the gate and looked around. Then he motioned me to go through, so I quickly dashed through the gate and ducked behind a tree. Kevin followed me and then led the way down the track towards the creek. When we got to the clearing, he motioned me to stand up on the tree stump and pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of me.

"You still need to piss?" he asked.

I nodded.

"OK," he said, pointing his phone at me. "Go. But do it without touching your cock."

I took a breath and began to pee. I looked at Kevin as he videoed it. After a few seconds my stream trickled off. Kevin signalled me to shake it off, so I grinned at him and wiggled my hips, shaking the last few drops off my cock.

"Beautiful," Kevin smiled at me. "Your photos and videos make me so hot. I wish the whole world could see them."

"I don't," I said, concerned. "Please don't let anyone else see them."

"I won't," he promised. "You're my friend and I would never show anything that a friend didn't want seen. I just think it would be cool if other people could see how amazing you are. But I won't if you don't want me to."

"I don't want you to," I said.

He smiled at me.

"Then I won't," he promised. "How about if we do a video of you jerking yourself while you stand in the creek?" he asked.

"OK," I said, jumping down from the tree stump and wading into the creek. I stood facing him as he pointed his phone at me. He signalled to me, and I reached down and began to stroke my cock. By this stage of our relationship, I had lost most of my inhibitions when we were alone together. Playing with myself while being filmed had become routine and even being naked outdoors wasn't as scary as it had been a few days ago. I played with my cock as Kevin filmed me.

He signalled me to put a finger in my butt and I pushed a finger in as I jerked my cock. Before long I was shaking with an orgasm and I fell to my knees in the water. Kevin laughed at me, and I giggled. He took off his shoes and socks and then stripped off the rest of his clothes and joined me in the water. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap and started kissing me.

"You make me so horny," he said. "I wish I could keep you naked all the time."

I giggled.

"You pretty much do," I said.

He smiled and said, "Yeah, but if I could, you'd be naked all the time. At school. At the shops. At home."

I giggled again.

"I think I'd get in trouble if I was naked at school," I said.

"I know," he said. "But you'd look so cute."

He kissed me again, pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth. We kissed for a few minutes then he pulled away.

"Let's go for a walk," he said getting out of the water.

He picked up his clothes but didn't get dressed straight away. Instead he led me along the creek, both of us naked. After a while Kevin found a clearing and lay his clothes down and lay down on them. He motioned me to lay on top of him and he began to kiss me again. I could feel his cock stiffening against my stomach. He reached around behind me and ran his fingers along my ass crack. After a while he stopped kissing me and we just lay there together with him running his hands over my body.

Then he looked at me and asked, "Do you trust me?"

I looked back at him and nodded, "Of course. Why?"

"I want to do something that you might find weird," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't want to tell you," he said. "I want to see your face when I do it. That's why I wanted to know if you trusted me. I promise it won't hurt you. Will you let me do it?"

I shrugged and said, "I guess."

He grinned.

"Cool," he said.

He rolled me over onto my back.

"Just lie there and don't move, OK?" he said.

"OK," I replied.

He stood up and put one leg either side of my waist and pulled out his phone and pointed it at me.

"Ready," he asked.

"Sure," I said, with no idea what he was going to do.

Suddenly I felt something warm hitting my stomach and realised that he was peeing on me. I was pretty grossed out by that, but Kevin was filming me, and I knew he'd be cross if I tried to get away. I felt his pee move up my chest and hit my neck and I suddenly realised he was going to pee on my face. I shut my eyes and mouth tight and felt his pee splattering across my face. He covered every part of my face and into my hair before I felt the stream stop. I carefully opened my eyes to see Kevin grinning at me.

"That was so cool," he said. "You don't mind, do you?"

I realised that other than a little grossed out by the idea of having pee on me, it wasn't so bad. And I could see that Kevin was happy, so I shook my head.

"Awesome," he said. "You're so cool. So, I can do it again sometime?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"I guess. If you want to," I said.

"Oh yeah," he said. "You look so hot right now."

I smiled, flattered and embarrassed at the same time. He reached down and pulled me to my feet.

"Let's go wash you off."

He led me down to the creek and helped me wash myself down. Then he led me back up to the clearing and lay down again.

"I'm really horny now, you want to take care of that for me?"

I grinned at him and positioned myself between his legs and began to work on his balls.

"Take your time," he told me. "We don't need to rush."

I looked at him and he smiled at me.

"Make me feel amazing," he said.

I leaned back down and went to work, my tongue rolling around his balls. Kevin sighed.

"That's great, keep going," he moaned.

I sucked each ball into my mouth and lathered it with my tongue, before withdrawing and running my tongue down between his legs until my tongue reached his asshole. I forced my tongue inside and licked in and out as he sighed in pleasure.

"Suck me," he begged.

I moved my mouth up and engulfed his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Take it all."

I pushed my head down on his cock, swallowing hard and felt his cock push into my throat. I felt myself gagging but continued to force myself down until my nose touched his groin. I held myself in place as long as I could before pulling back out and gasping in some breaths. I bobbed up and down on his cock for a few moments, then, when I had caught my breath, I forced myself back down, swallowing his whole cock again and holding it in place. I did that over and over, for long minutes, both my jaw and throat hurting from the effort. Suddenly as I pushed down over his cock again, he grabbed my head and held me in place with his cock down my throat. I felt it spasm and felt his cum running down my throat. As his spasms eased, he let go of my head and I pulled out enough to breathe again while holding his cock in my mouth as it softened, and I licked off all the cum.

"Thank you," he said.

I grinned with pride. He reached around behind me and slid two fingers up my butt.

"You want to cum?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly.

"OK, jerk yourself off," he said.

I reached down and began to stroke my cock as he roughly fucked my ass with his fingers. In no time at all I was shaking with an orgasm. Once I'd relaxed again, he pulled his fingers out and lifted me up. He picked up his clothes and got dressed.

"Let's go," he said.

We walked further down the stream, with me skipping in and out of the water, having fun. I'd pretty much forgotten my nudity by this point, or at least accepted it as normal. We must have been five or six kilometres from his house when we reached the edge of the bush. There was a small clearing, leading to an empty car park with a block of toilets on the other side.

"Wait here," said Kevin.

And he walked across the car park and went into the toilet. A minute later he came back to me.

"I left my phone in there," he said. "Go get it for me."

I looked at him, suddenly fully aware of my nudity again.

"What if someone comes?" I asked.

"Well you'd better be quick before someone does," he replied.

I looked at him horrified, realising he was serious.

"I'm scared," I told him.

"That's OK," he said. "Just do it quickly. Run across, grab my phone and run back."

He gave me a little push. I took a deep breath and started running. It felt like miles across the car park. I'd never felt so exposed in my life. I reached the toilet and ducked inside, relieved to be out of sight. Fortunately, Kevin's phone was easily found, sitting on the sink. I grabbed it and headed back to the door. I peeked out, and seeing no sign of anyone, I bolted back across to Kevin and handed him his phone. He grinned at me.

"You looked really cute out there," he said. "I think I need some pictures of you."

I looked at him blankly.

"Just go stand out there a bit," he pointed to the car park, "and I'll take some photos. Five minutes, no more."

"I don't want to go out there again," I whined.

"Go on," he said. "The quicker you do it, the sooner we can go back home."

Realising he was going to make me do it despite my objection I crept out a short distance. He waved me to go further. I took a few more steps and he kept urging me further out until I was completely exposed. Then he started taking pictures of me, pausing every few shots to tell me to get into a different pose, even getting me to spend some time jerking and fingering myself. He'd promised me only five minutes and I don't really know how long it was, but it certainly felt way longer than five minutes before he called me back into hiding.

We wound our way back along the creek and eventually got back to Kevin's place. When we got inside Kevin had me suck him off again before we sat down to lunch. After lunch we played video games for a couple of hours before Kevin said it was time for anal practice again. We headed up to his bedroom and I got into position on my knees on his bed.

He paused and sat down next to me.

"To make sure you're ready for me to fuck you tomorrow I really should make this as hard as I can," he said. "Even harder than this morning. But I don't want to do it unless you think you can take it. It would be good if you can, otherwise fucking tomorrow might hurt you more. It's up to you. Do you think you can take it now or will you risk it hurting more tomorrow?"

I hesitated. This morning had really hurt, and I was scared of it hurting even more. But I knew that Kevin was going to fuck me tomorrow and there was no way I was getting out of it. So I figured it would be best to do what Kevin said, and take the pain now.

"I can take it," I said quietly.

Kevin smiled, "My brave little butt boy."

I took a deep breath and tried to brace myself.

Kevin put lotion on the brush and placed it at my hole.

"I'm gonna push it in hard," he said. "I know it will hurt but try to keep relaxed and breathe, OK?"

I nodded.

"Ready?" he asked.

I wasn't but I nodded anyway. Kevin held my waist with one hand and pushed the hairbrush in hard. It went in deep in a quick thrust. I yelled in pain. Kevin didn't give me a chance to adjust, but immediately started fucking the brush in and out.

"You're OK, little dude," he said. "Just relax."

I tried to relax but it was pretty hard with Kevin slamming the brush in and out of my burning asshole. I tried to blank my mind and think about other things, but the pain kept coming. Before long I had tears streaming down my face. Kevin just kept going and going. I eventually entered a sort of dazed shock state, where I could still feel the pain, but it almost felt like it was happening to someone else. After what felt like forever, Kevin slammed the brush into my ass, pushed me down onto the bed and rolled me over and forced his cock into my mouth. The pain in my ass was incredible as the brush jammed against the bed, but I instinctively opened up and began to suck. Kevin must have been incredibly horny, because it only took him a couple of minutes before he was cumming in my mouth. He pulled out and lay next to me stroking my body. He reached up and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"I'm so proud of you," he said. "You're gonna be amazing tomorrow."

He leaned over and began to kiss me as he reached between my legs and gently twisted the brush, causing another moan of pain from me. Finally, he pulled it out. The pain was still there but the relief from no longer having it in my body was there. He kissed me again and began to stroke my cock. Despite the pain in my ass, I got hard and began to feel pleasure. It wasn't long before I was shaking with an orgasm. Kevin pulled away from kissing me.

"You're a real horny little dude, you know?"

I grinned.

Chapter 5

And suddenly it was Friday. I'd had a hard time sleeping because my asshole was still aching when I went to bed, and because I was worried about Kevin fucking me the next day. I got to his place still nervous as I stripped and knocked on the door. Kevin opened the door immediately today as if he had been waiting there for me and smiled at me.

"Hey there, sexy boy," he grinned.

I grinned nervously back at him. He opened the door wider and invited me in.

"You ready for your first fuck?" he asked.

I shrugged. He leaned over and kissed me and reached down and gently stroked my cock.

"You'll be fine," he reassured me. "Remember we've been practising, and you've been OK with that."

I shrugged again. He took my hand and began to lead me to his bedroom.

"How about we do it straight away, so you don't have to worry about it?" he suggested.

I wanted to tell him I didn't want to do it, but I let him lead me to his room and position me on his bed on my knees. I watched as he stripped off his clothes and lubed up his cock. It looked huge to me even though I'd seen it and sucked on it many times and knew that it really wasn't much bigger than the brush he'd had up my ass the day before. He climbed up behind me and positioned his cock against my hole. I tensed up as he pushed in and let out a yelp as he entered. He paused a moment and told me to relax. I tried my best, but it was hard because I was scared. After a bit I guess I must have relaxed some because it hurt a bit less, and Kevin began to push in again. Each thrust hurt more, and he paused each time to let me get used to it. After what felt like ages, I felt his body press against mine and I realised his cock was fully in me. It hurt, but not as bad as when he'd started. Mostly it just felt like I was taking a massive hard shit that wouldn't end. Kevin let out a moan and began to slowly pull his cock out until just the tip was in me. I felt relieved until he started to push back in again. He took his time slowly pushing in and out of me. I realised that though it was a bit bigger than the brush it wasn't as hard as the wooden handle. After a few minutes it didn't hurt too much but still felt weird. He gradually picked up the pace until he was fucking me hard and it began to hurt again. After what seemed like forever, he pushed in really hard and held himself in there and I felt him cumming inside me. Finally, he pulled out and pushed me down on the bed and lay next to me breathing heavily.

"Oh Stevie, that was incredible," he told me. "You are the best."

I smiled, half-heartedly at him, unsure how to respond.

He reached over and gently wiped my ass with a handkerchief. He gave me a quick kiss.

"You OK?"

I shrugged and nodded. I wasn't really sure how I felt, but I knew Kevin wanted me to be OK. My ass still hurt, but I could cope. I wanted to be Kevin's tough boy.

"Come on," Kevin said. "Let's go have some more fun."

We spent the morning at the mall looking at various stuff. Kevin bought me a new video game and took me to lunch at McDonalds. After lunch we went back to his place. I went to the shed and took off my clothes and as he had left the backdoor open went inside, a bit nervously, wondering if he was going to want to fuck me again. But he said nothing about sex, and we sat down to play my new game. Eventually though, as always, we moved back to sex. As I was playing, Kevin began to lightly stroke my cock. It wasn't long before I was rock hard, and he leaned over and began to suck me as I played. He took his time and soon I lost interest in playing and laid back and let him suck me. He reached underneath me and slid a finger into my ass and began to lightly fuck it in and out as he sucked. It felt amazing. Every time I got close to cumming, he slowed down until the urge waned. Then he picked up the pace again until I was on the edge of cumming. Over and over until finally I exploded in ecstasy. He pulled his face away and grinned at me.

"Good?" he asked.

I nodded, unable to manage any words. He smiled.

"You wanna make me feel good now?" he said.

I nodded, then hesitated for a moment.

"You want me to suck you?" I asked. "Or …."

I paused, not wanting to say the word.

"Fuck you?" he replied. "I'd love to fuck you again. It was the most amazing feeling. But this time it's up to you. You decide whether you want to make me feel really really good."

I looked back at him, knowing that I didn't want to be fucked again, but also that he really wanted to do it. I wanted to make him happy, but I was scared. He looked at me expectantly, while I hesitated.

"I want to make you feel good," I said slowly, "and I know that fucking me will make you feel really really good, but I'm scared it will hurt me."

"That's OK," he said. "Fucking is amazing, but if you only want to suck me, that would be alright I suppose. But if you'd like to try fucking in a different position it might not hurt so much."

He looked at me hopefully.

"What position?" I asked.

"If I lie on my back and you put your legs either side of me and sit on my cock, you can go slowly and it will be easier for you. Are you game to give it a try?"

I wanted to say no, but the look of anticipation on his face was too much. I needed to make him happy.

"OK," I said.

He lay back and directed me to climb over him and crouch down with his cock pointed to my ass. He lubed himself up and instructed me to use my hand to guide his cock to my asshole. I lowered myself down until I felt his cock pushing against my hole. I hesitated, not really wanting to go further, but he grabbed my waist and began to guide me down. He'd told me it would be easier in this position, and I guess he was probably right, but it still hurt a lot. I moaned in pain and tried to pull away, but he held me in place and continued to pull me down.

"That's so good, Stevie," he told me.

I didn't say anything, my entire focus was on trying to ignore the pain. Due to his pressure I soon felt my bottom resting on him, my ass filled with his cock. He paused for a bit, which gave me time to adjust and relax a bit and the pain began to lessen. Slowly he began to push me up, encouraging me to use my legs to help and then pulling me down and pushed back in again and the pain was back. I let out a yelp of pain and Kevin moaned.

"Oh, Stevie, this feels so good. You're the best."

I moaned in pain as he continued to me move me up and down, raising his hips on the down movement, thrusting into me and then lowering them to the bed. He pushed them again to signal I was to raise myself off the bed sinking back while I pushed up until he stopped me before his cock came out. The pain in my hole eased slightly after some minutes, but not enough to make it pleasant. Every few strokes he'd thrust in a bit harder than usual, causing another jolt of pain. I tried to keep myself focused on staying relaxed, but it was hard with the constant thrusting. It felt like it went on for hours and my thighs were beginning to ache as well but probably only lasted a few minutes. He gradually increased his pace and eventually he pushed in extra hard an let out a load moan. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my ass. Finally he pulled out of me and I could feel his warm wet cum running down my legs. He let out a deep sigh and pulled me down towards him and gently kissed me.

"That was the most incredible thing," he told me. "You are amazing."

I smiled at him weakly, proud of his praise but still sore from the fucking.

"You're my best friend," he told me.

I felt a rush of pride. I'd never had anyone call me their best friend before.

He gave me a gentle kiss and we lay there for a while just hugging each other.

Eventually we sat back up and he put his hands on my face and looked me in the eyes.

"Stevie, no one has ever made me feel as good as you did today," he said. "I'm so proud of you."

I smiled at him. I was proud of me too.

"And now that you've done it once, you don't mind if we do it every day now, do you?"

I'd already suspected that was coming. And while I really didn't want him fucking me again, I wanted him to be my friend even more. Even though it hurt, I figured that I could take it long enough to make him happy. So, I nodded.

"Say it for me," he said.

I took a breath. "You can do it to me," I told him.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Fuck me," I replied.

"How often?" was his next question.

"Every day," I said, knowing that was the answer he wanted.

"You're awesome," he said.

He looked down at his phone and I realised that he'd been recording his questions and my answers. He played it back and I could see myself sitting there totally naked, telling him he could fuck me every day. He hopped off the bed and began to get dressed. I knew there was no chance of getting my clothes back until I left, so I just sat there and watched.

"You've been amazing today," he said, "So I won't fuck you again until Monday. But I'm still pretty horny, so later on you'll probably need to suck me off again."

It wasn't a question or request. It was a simple statement of fact, and I knew that I didn't really have a choice. But I didn't mind. Sucking him was pretty routine now and I even kind of enjoyed doing it and seeing how I could get him to react to what I did. We headed downstairs to play some games and he let me choose what to do for the rest of the day. After lunch we sat down to watch a movie and he pulled out his cock and pointed to it. I knew what he wanted and quickly bent down to suck him.

Chapter 6

Monday came, and as soon as I was naked at the backdoor, Kevin dragged me up to his room for a fuck. He lubed his cock and pushed in far quicker this time than he had on Friday. I let out a yelp of pain as he entered, but he continued to push in until he was fully in me. Then he paused for a moment and reached around to play with my cock. I took some deep breaths as I tried to relax. After a couple of minutes, the pain reduced and my cock began to harden. Kevin took that as a sign that I was ready and he began to fuck me, slowly at first but rapidly increasing the pace until he was ramming in and out as hard as he could. I started to protest as it began to hurt, but he reached around and covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shh," he said. "Be a big boy and take it like a man."

He continued to fuck me, and I started to cry. Fortunately, it didn't take him long to cum and after a few minutes he grunted and pushed in and I could feel him cumming. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his cock out and I curled up on his bed crying. He lay down next to me and leaned in to kiss me.

"I know it hurt, Stevie, but it felt so good," he said. "I knew you were tough enough to take it for me and that you would want me to feel really good. That's why you're my special friend."

He kissed me again.

I wanted to tell him it had hurt too much and beg him not to do it again, but I also wanted to be the tough guy he thought I was, and to stay his 'special friend' so I didn't say anything. He lay next to me cuddling me for a few minutes, then got up and guided me to the bathroom to help me clean up. After a warm shower I felt a bit better, and we went back downstairs.

"I thought we might go to the beach today," Kevin said.

I was excited. I loved going to the beach. Even though it was only half an hour away from where we lived, I didn't get to go very often, because mum worked all week and had to do stuff around the house on weekends. Then my face fell.

"I don't have any swimmers," I told Kevin sadly.

"Don't worry, little dude," he replied. "I bought you some on the weekend. Go get dressed and we'll go catch the bus."

I raced out to the back to get dressed. I hesitated for a moment when I picked up my undies, remembering that Kevin didn't usually let me wear them when we went out. But he hadn't said anything, so I decided to put them on. I headed back to the house to find the back door locked. I knocked.

"No clothes in the house, little dude," Kevin said. "Meet me around the front."

So I quickly ran round to the front and waited. Kevin was outside a couple of minutes later, carrying a small pack on his shoulders. He locked the house and we headed to the bus stop.

When the bus arrived, we got on and Kevin lead the way up to the back where we usually sat. As the bus moved off, he reached down and started to fondle my cock through my pants. I spread my legs obediently to give him access and he unzipped my pants and reached in, before pulling out and looking at me with a frown.

"You're wearing underpants," he said accusingly.

"I'm sorry," I said automatically. "I thought … you didn't say not to wear them."

"I thought you were smarter than that," he said looking disappointed. "Did you wear underpants when we went out last week?"

I shook my head, worried about his reaction.

"Then you should have known not to wear them today, right?"

"I guess," I said softly, not looking up at him.

"I'm really disappointed in you," he said. "I thought you liked making me happy."

"I do," I protested. "I just …"

"You just thought because I didn't say anything, that you could get away with it?"

I hung my head and didn't say anything, knowing that he was right. He reached up and touched my shoulder gently.

"It's OK, Stevie," he said. "It's a learning experience. I'm sure you won't do it again, will you?"

I looked up, happy that he'd forgiven me.

"I won't" I promised.

"So what should we do about these undies now?" he asked me.

"I can take them off when we get to a toilet," I said wanting to please him.

"Well you could do that," he replied. "But that would mean I don't get to play with you while we're on the bus."

I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"I think it would be better if you took them off now," he said.

I looked at him in shock.

"Take my pants off on here?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah," he said. "After all, it's your fault that you're wearing them. No one will see as long as you're quick. Unless you'd prefer to just go back home?"

I shook my head. I really didn't want to take my pants off on the bus, but I didn't want to miss out on a trip to the beach. And I didn't want to make Kevin mad at me. So I took a quick look around to make sure no one could see me, then pulled my pants and undies off and quickly slid my pants back on. Kevin had his hand on my cock and balls before I even had them fully up again, and I sat down without zipping my pants back up. I held my underpants uncertainly not sure what to do with them.

Kevin continued to play with my cock until I was rock hard then he pulled his hand back and spread my legs so that my cock was on display. He looked at the undies in my hand.

"I'll take those," he said, grabbing them from me and stuffing them into his bag.

He looked down at my crotch again and grinned.

"You've got a lovely cock," he told me. "I wish I could show it to the whole world."

"No way," I said, covering myself with my hands.

As much as I was OK with Kevin seeing me naked now, I certainly didn't want anyone else looking at me.

"I'm just kidding," he said, winking at me.

He reached down and pulled my hands away and pushed my legs further apart, so that I was on display again.

"Jerk yourself off, for me," he instructed.

I looked around nervously again, but there was no one nearby and no one paying any attention to us, so I reached down and began to gently play with my cock. I have to admit that I did enjoy playing with my cock, and while Kevin didn't often do anything to make me feel good, I was doing this more and more when I was on my own and enjoying it.

It didn't take long before I forgot about my surroundings and focused fully on the pleasure. I was conscious of Kevin watching me with a grin on his face, but nothing else except the sensations that were stirring in my body. It didn't take long at all for the special feeling to come and I was shaking and breathing hard.

"I love watching you do that," Kevin grinned. "You look so cool."

I blushed, partly in embarrassment and partly from pride. Kevin's praise always made me feel good.

"Anyway, we're nearly there," he said. "You'd better do your pants up."

I quickly zipped myself up and soon we were getting off the bus and heading towards the changing rooms. Kevin stopped before we entered and pulled me aside.

"Here's the rules for changing," he said. "I don't want any fuss or argument, OK?"

I looked at him and nodded.

When we go in, I want you to undress completely and fold your clothes and put them in my bag. Once you're naked I want you to go and have a pee, then you can come back, and I'll give you your swimmers to put on. OK?"

"But …," I started.

"No fuss or argument, you've already let me down by wearing undies," Kevin said firmly, shaking his head. "It's only guys in there, no one is going to see anything they haven't seen before."

I was terrified. Kevin wanted me to strip naked in a room full of other people. I'd never changed in front of people before. I'd always gone into a toilet stall to change so no one could see. And not only would I be naked, I'd have to walk to the urinal and pee totally naked. I did not want to do any of that. But how could I tell Kevin that? He'd already made it clear that I had done one thing wrong and he didn't want me to argue.

Kevin led me into the changeroom. He put down the bag and pulled out his swimmers. He pulled his shoes and socks off and then quickly changed his shorts for his swimmers but left his shirt on. Then he looked at me expectantly. I hesitated and tried to speak again. He shook his head and frowned at me before I could even get a word out. I didn't have a choice. I sat down and removed my shoes and socks. Then I took my shirt off. I looked at him, still wearing his shirt, jealous and frustrated. I folded my shirt neatly, delaying the next step as long as possible.

Finally, unable to delay any longer, I slipped my shorts off and quickly folded them and put them in the bag. I stood facing the wall, not thrilled about my bum showing but not wanting anyone to see my front.

"You'd better go pee," Kevin said to me quietly.

"And keep your hands by your side," he whispered even quieter.

I was nervous enough that I needed to pee, but I didn't want to walk across the room to the urinal. Kevin had taken us to the far side of the changing room, so I had to walk past everyone else to pee. But I didn't have a choice, so I took a deep breath and turned around. I hadn't been paying attention when we walked in, but now I could see that there were three other men in there. One of them had two boys with him, one looked a bit older than me, and the other a bit younger. Fortunately, none of them paid much attention to me but I did notice both boys take a few glances at me as I walked over to the urinal and began to pee.

Walking back was somehow even more embarrassing as I felt like everyone was watching me, although I don't think anyone really looked for more than a couple of seconds. As I walked back, Kevin pulled out my swimmers, which I took with relief and quickly pulled on. To my disappointment, he'd bought me super small speedos, which were tight onme as I struggled to pull them up. I'd expected proper swimming trunks and hadn't worn speedos since I was a toddler. But at least it was better than being naked.

We went out to the beach and spent the next couple of hours playing in the water and in the sand. It was great, and after a few minutes I forgot about what I was wearing and focused on enjoying myself. It was genuinely a great time. Kevin had brought some soda cans and we drank a couple while building sandcastles together. Kevin soon decided to lay on his towel as I continued to play. Eventually the soda caught up with me and I needed to pee.

"Kevin," I said trying to get his attention as he lay there half asleep in the sun.

"What?" he asked, lazily opening his eyes.

"I need to go," I told him.

"Go where?" he asked, playing dumb.

"To pee," I told him as the need was now becoming urgent.

"Too much effort to get up," he declared. "Just go here."

"Here?" I exclaimed in shock. "People will see me if I go here."

"Nah," he said. "Just crouch like you are now and go in your swimmers. No one will be able to tell."

"I don't want to wet my pants," I said. "I'm not a baby."

"Well just hold it then. Your choice."

I looked at him in frustration. I needed to go quite badly, and I could tell he wasn't going to take me.

"I can just go to the toilet by myself," I said.

He sat up and looked at me.

"Not while you're under my care," he said. "I'm responsible for you and I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Please," I said. "I really need to go."

"Then go," he shrugged, laying back down but keeping his eyes on me. "I'm not stopping you. But you're not leaving here until I'm ready to go."

I sighed in frustration. I knew he wasn't going to budge. I was going to have to pee my pants like a baby. I looked around. There was no one close by, and I was squatting down. So Kevin was probably right that no one would know. Except Kevin, of course. He was looking at me eagerly. So after a few seconds I relaxed myself and began to pee. It felt warm and funny as it pooled up around my cock and began to trickle down my legs. But after I'd finished, I felt better, and Kevin had been right. No one had noticed.

"That looked cool," Kevin grinned at me. "You're a good boy."

I grinned back at him. I was a little disgusted at what I'd done but it really wasn't any worse than any of the other stuff Kevin had done with me before. And it wasn't like I hadn't had pee on me before, although it had been Kevin's rather than my own and it had been all over including my face. That surely was worse although I didn't like the idea of peeing in my pants.

Kevin went back to snoozing and I went back to playing for a bit and after the pee had dried, I didn't feel any different. Finally Kevin woke up and suggested another swim, which I was happy to do. Not only would it wash off the dry pee on me, but I was getting hot again and needed to cool off. So we went back into the water and began splashing each other and diving under the water.

We'd worked our way up the beach a bit, away from the crowds, so the nearest other people were about 50 metres [54 yards] away. After we'd run out of energy, we just stood in the water, enjoying the coolness. Kevin was standing next to me and, without warning, reached under the water and pulled down my speedos. I pulled away in shock and reached down to pull them back up.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked.

"Dude, relax," Kevin laughed. "You're underwater. No one can see."

He reached down and pulled my hands away and began to tug my swimmers down again.

"Please don't pull them down," I begged.

"Come on, Stevie," he said, not relenting. "You're not a baby, are you? A few minutes of nude swimming won't kill you."

By this stage he had my swimmers down to my knees.

"I don't want to," I said, almost crying now.

Kevin let go of my swimmers and grabbed my balls. He gave them a squeeze which, in hindsight wasn't that hard, but it made me yelp in pain.

"Stop being a baby," he said. "Stop making a fuss. Now take your swimmers off and give them to me."

I looked at him in shock. While some of the things he'd done with me had hurt, that had always been a side effect of him enjoying himself. This was the first time he was deliberately inflicting pain on me. His hand was still wrapped around my balls, and he gave them another warning squeeze.

"Don't! I'll do it!" I sobbed.

He let go of my balls and stepped back looking at me expectantly. I hesitated a moment and then, as he stepped forward again, I quickly bent down and pulled off my swimmers and handed them to him. He grinned and took them from me.

"Just relax and have fun," he said. "You know I wouldn't do anything nasty to you."

"Please can I have my swimmers back now," I begged.

"In a few minutes," he said. "Let's play a bit more first."

He went back to his game of diving under the water and grabbing my legs to pull me down. I half-heartedly played along, dodging and occasionally trying to grab his legs. The few minutes ended up being nearly half an hour before he handed me my swimmers back and said it was time to go. I quickly pulled them back on and followed him back to the shore and our towels.

We headed back to the changing room, Kevin giving me instructions as we walked.

"Same as before. Once we get inside, take off your swimmers. Then go and have a shower. Choose one of the showers where you can be seen and make sure you spend time facing both directions so I can see your cock and your ass. I'll give you a signal when you can finish your shower, then you can come back and I will dry you, when I am finished you can wrap your swimmers in your towel and give them to me to put in my bag, and then get dressed. Do you understand?"

I complained that I was too old to be dried but he just said good friends didn't argue. Was I going to be a good friend? I reluctantly nodded. I didn't want to do it, but I knew that Kevin would insist so there wasn't any point in making a fuss.

We went in, Kevin once again leading me to the far side of the room. Wanting to get this over with, I quickly pulled off my swimmers and headed for the shower. The cold water was refreshing, and I spent a couple of minutes just soaking, facing the wall. Then I remembered Kevin's instructions and reluctantly turned around so that the water was on my back, and I was facing outwards. I could see five other men there. Two kept glancing my way as I washed, being careful not to make Kevin mad by covering myself. There was also a boy about my age there who was getting dressed. He was watching me openly.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Kevin signalled me, and I quickly turned the water off and headed back to him. He was holding a towel and wrapped my head in it and rubbed my hair for ages. I couldn't see anything but as me moved down my body I saw the boy looking at me with scorn. Kevin worked his way down my body making me hold my hands up in the air while he dried under my arms which made me wriggle. He dried my bottom and cock which caused further wriggling, but he didn't do it for long. He then made me lift a leg at a time and dried it and the foot. Finally he was done and he handed me the towel. I quickly wrapped my swimmers in my towel and pushed them into Kevin's bag, grabbed my clothes and dressed as quickly as I could.

We headed out to catch the bus home. As soon as we were seated, Kevin had my pants unzipped and my cock and balls in his hand.

"Did you have fun today," he asked.

I nodded.

"Yeah, but I didn't like having to be nude in the changing room for everyone to see or when you dried me, and it was even worse when you made me be nude in the water."

"Don't be a spoilsport," he replied. "It's a changing room, people get naked in there all the time. I thought you liked having me to look after you, if you don't want me anymore you only have to get your mum to find someone else. And in the water no one could see you. I can't believe I took you out for a fun day and all you can do is complain about a few minutes of nothing."

I immediately felt ashamed of myself. After all it had been a fun day. And none of those things had really hurt me. No one saw me being naked in the water, and in the changing rooms no one had paid much attention apart from that boy. No one had said anything to me and I wasn't likely to see any of them again anyway.

"I'm sorry," I said to Kevin. "I did have a fun day and I do like you looking after me, I really do. Please don't stop. I just get embarrassed when people see me naked."

"It's OK, Stevie," he replied. "You'll get used to it. Besides you've got a beautiful body. You can't blame me for showing it off when I can."

"But I don't want to be showed off," I whined.

"Hey, little dude, we're friends right?"

I nodded.

"Then you gotta trust me. I'll look after you. But I want to help you get over your fears too. That's why I pushed you today. That's the way to get over fears, you just have to face them and get used to them and then you stop being scared."

I nodded again. It felt kind of weird, but I trusted Kevin and believed he was helping me.

"Swimming nude is fun," he told me. "You like playing nude in the creek, don't you?"

I nodded. Once I'd got used to being naked outside it was fun playing in the stream nude. But there were no other people around there. On the other hand, Kevin had been right, and no one could actually see that I was nude as long as I stayed in the water. I didn't really know what I thought, but I just didn't feel able to argue with Kevin.

"See," he said. "You just need to trust me. I'll never do anything that puts you at risk of getting in trouble. But I know you're braver than you think, and I want to push you so you can see just how amazing you are."

I grinned at him uncertainly. I didn't think I was brave, but I loved that he thought I was. But I suspected that also meant that he was going to keep expecting me to do stuff that I was scared of or didn't like. I didn't know what to say. Every time I told Kevin that I didn't want to do something or that it scared me or hurt me, he found a way to talk me into it. I didn't know how to say no to him. So I just sat there silently while he played with my cock.

He continued playing until we got close to our stop. Then he stopped and zipped up my pants leaving me hard and frustrated. We got off the bus and headed back to his house, where he sent me around the back to strip, while he went in the front. He met me immediately at the back door and led me to his bedroom.

"I'm so horny," he said, pushing me onto the bed. "I need to fuck you now."

I was a bit frustrated, because I was horny too, and Kevin didn't seem interested in doing anything about that. So I tried to push him away and started to tell him that I didn't want to, but he just pushed his cock at my mouth.

"Don't talk," he said, pushing it into my mouth and thrusting into me.

I tried to push him away, but I didn't have the strength. He pushed his cock in deep and made me gag. After a couple of minutes of that he pulled out and pushed me back down onto the bed with my face down. He lay on top of me and pushed his cock into my ass, causing me to cry out in pain. He fucked me hard, and it didn't take him long to cum. He pushed deep into me and I could feel him cumming in me as he gasped. Then he relaxed and lay on top of me as I lay there crying.

He twisted my head around and kissed me.

"What's wrong, little dude?"

"You hurt me," I sobbed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You just make me so horny, because you're so beautiful. And I know you're tough enough to take it. I wouldn't do it to you if I didn't know you were tough. Sure it hurts a bit, but you're OK, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "But you don't have to be so rough."

"But that's what makes it feel good for me," he told me. "You want me to feel good, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said. "But couldn't we do stuff that makes me feel good too?"

"Aww," he grinned at me. "Does my sexy little bum boy want to cum too?"

He winked and rolled me over and began to play with my cock.

"Jerk yourself off for me," he said. "Show me how sexy you look when you cum."

Obediently I reached down and began to stroke my cock. Kevin leaned on one elbow and watched me closely. Even though I was upset with him, it only took a few moments for all my attention to be focused on the pleasure that my cock was giving me. The pain in my ass faded as the tingling in my front grew, and before long I was shaking and moaning in pleasure.

Kevin leaned in and kissed me again.

"See, little dude," he said. "Now we both got to feel good."

I smiled at him. Really the two things were not comparable, he'd fucked me, and I'd jerked myself off. But somehow, he made me feel as if we were even.

The rest of the holiday was more of the same. Lots of me sucking Kevin's cock and him fucking me. Him taking me places and making me be nude. He still made time for me to have fun, like playing video games and stuff, but the sex was becoming more and more the main focus. By the end of the holiday, I was actually looking forward to getting back to school. I hated school, but being there would mean less sex for me, since I would only be with Kevin for a few hours after school each day, instead of all day.

Little did I know things were about to change for the worse …

To Be Continued