PZA: Lasse

While Jim was still busy playing one kind of psychological game, Lasse and Matt were playing another. They had both been having a hard time waiting for school to let out, after having agreed at the end of the second recess not to discuss what they'd be doing in the afternoon until after the last bell. While they walked towards Matt's house, Lasse couldn't help himself any longer.

"I sure hope you like the taste of bum, 'cuz you're going to be licking mine a whole lot today," he said after having made sure there were no one near enough to hear him other than Matt.

"Nuh-uh. I'll give you a banana when we get to my place. You can practise sucking on that so you won't bite my stiffy while you suck all of it into your mouth."

"Like this," Matt said and had to let go of one of the handlebars to demonstrate. He held his hands up approximately 50 cm [c. 20"] from each other.

"Mine isn't as big as his. It's like this," Matt held up one hand and used his outstretched thumb and index finger to indicate the approximate length of his prick.

"Oh, well, it doesn't matter none, cuz I'm not gonna be sucking on it. You'll be sucking on mine."

"A bit smaller than yours. You'll find out soon enough. Right after the first match I reckon."

There would be no best out of three or five matches. They'd play one match, 2x5 minutes, and if that ended in a tie, they'd find the winner by taking penalty shots against each other. If it was still a tie after 5 shots each, they'd keep kicking until one of them missed a goal. That one would be the loser having to suck the winner's prick, and in Matt's case also licking Lasse's butthole. After ten minutes of that, they'd play again to find a new winner.

"Positive, she told me she won't be home until six at the very earliest. Maybe she won't be home before I have to leave for practise."

"Whatever. We'll get naked in my room, then you'll go and wash your dirty butt while I get the game loaded."

"Okay. Do you have anything to munch on? And don't tell me how I'll be munching on your prick. I'm hungry."

"Oh, no, not I, I will survive, oh as long as I know how to love, I know, I'll stay alive, and I'll survive, I will survive," Matt suddenly burst out in loud singing while Lasse looked at him as if he had gone mad.

"Alright then, I'll sing for you but not that song," Matt said and dramatically cleared his throat.

Lasse thought he was about to hear his friend start singing a rap song, but was rather surprised when Matt began singing:

"Awwww, Matt! Now I wish I didn't have to leave you later. I don't want you to get all lonely."

"Honestly. You should be on Voice Junior instead of those kids on it now who can't sing a song even if they only had to mime to it."

"Mushy songs? I know other songs too! Our house, in the middle of a street, our house…"

"Maybe I will," Matt said dreamingly and began humming the music to 2-4-6-8 motorway.

"I don't know the name of it. Sorry, I know my taste in music isn't normal. It's just what mum listens to."

They walked for a time in silence, neither of them knew how to rebound from Lasse's remark.

At least the stock seems to be stabilizing. Maybe I should just sell now and take the loss, Jim quickly crunched the numbers, a net loss of 1.3 million. That's less than 5k per investor. It would be completely acceptable, but nah… Let's give it one more day.

Jim watched the stock exchange shut down for the day. The index had dropped, but not too badly. The trend was hard to tell just by looking at the ending quotes. He had to take some time to look into each of the day's trades of the stocks in his investment pool. It meant at least a couple of hours work, but that was only good. The next day was Wednesday and he needed to leave early to get to Lasse's school in time.

Matt and Lasse had walked the 3 km [c. 2 miles] to Matt's house, and as they had agreed to, they went straight to Matt's bedroom and began undressing. They had seen each other naked at the swimming pool, but it had been different then. Back then, they had simply gotten undressed to shower so they could get into the pool and afterwards to get rid of the smell of chlorine. Now, there was no good reason for undressing, nothing they'd be able to use for an excuse if Matt's mum was to come home and see them.

However, Matt's mum wasn't going to see them naked, at least not according to Matt. Lasse took off his clothes along with Matt, when the slightly larger boy took off one sock, Lasse took off his sock. Then the other sock. Until they only had their underpants left to remove.

"Ready?" Matt asked and when Lasse nodded he started a countdown from three. When he reached 1, both boys grabbed hold of their underwear and they both said "Now!" at the same time and pushed their undies down and stepped out of them.

"'K, I'll go grab some fruit. You know where the bathroom is," Matt said and headed for the kitchen as naked as the day he had been born. He walked as if he had done so every day of his life, though he had only gotten naked after school for the past two years, whenever he was home alone.

Lasse wasn't used to walking around starkers, certainly not at a friend's house, and he hurried to the bathroom. He had to pee, first and foremost, and after his bladder had been emptied, he set about cleaning his bum as well as he could with a washcloth.

"So, you seriously think you'll be winning again?" Lasse heard from the door. Matt had silently opened it and stood watching him wash his rear end.

"Yep. Unless you've removed the batteries from the controller I'll be using, you won't stand a chance."

"Told you I've been practising. Both controllers are fully charged. I'm not going to win by cheating."

Lasse bent over and reached back to spread his bum cheeks, like he had done in the swimming pool.

"It looks clean, alright. Erm," Matt cleared his throat, "let's go play PES now."

Both boys ran to Matt's room and lay face-down on his bed next to each other facing the flat screen TV.

"That's a good thing too, since you're not wearing a shirt now, hehe," Lasse giggled.

"Neither are you. Right, you won the draw, ah, you're going for the ball. Well, I'll take this side then."

Lasse kicked the ball into play, kept it as close to the ground as he could and carefully built up his first attack. He advanced up field, concentrated hard as his eyes kept searching for possibilities, looking for gaps into which he could send the ball, found one and tried to pass the ball to one of the computer controlled players. As soon as the ball was kicked, Lasse switched to control the new player, and immediately switched back again.

"Lucky bastard," he muttered as he went in pursuit of Matt who had intercepted the ball.

Matt ran with the ball, diagonally across the pitch, allowing his team's midfielders and strikers to get deeper onto Lasse's side of the pitch. Just when Lasse caught up with him, Matt kicked the ball high across the centre of the pitch, watched how the headwind took hold of the ball driving it further into Lasse's penalty area.

Lasse switched to the one of his players closest to the ball, missed it when it bounced up over him and quickly switched to the last man between his goal and the ball. It was the goalkeeper, not a player he liked having to control. He ran towards the ball, made a mad dive for it, and could only watch when Matt took the shot.

"Don't get too smug now, there's still time," Lasse said and watched the replay. It was a good goal, but he wasn't in the mood to congratulate Matt on it. He kicked the ball into play from the centre circle, and began steadily building up a new attack.

"Yeah. I've sucked on Jim's. Well some of it," Lasse said a bit miffed of having lost the first match 3-1 to Matt. He wasn't a sore loser though and quickly sucked Matt's stiffy into his mouth. He could taste pee on it, but ignored it. It's his peener. Of course it tastes like pee.

Lasse hoped he'd be able to feel the sensations Matt had to be experiencing, based on his moans it had to feel amazing to be sucked. But, he knew he'd have to play lots better in the next match, if he was to win. Matt had beaten him, fair and square, by using the dynamics of the game, he hadn't learned how to use to his advantage yet.

Lasse didn't know much about the art of fellatio either, only having sucked on the very end of Jim's prick so far, but he wasn't afraid of sucking on a prick.

Like Jim said, who cares if I'm a boy doing what a girl does to a boy, as long as no one knows about it? Matt seemed to enjoy what he did to his stiffy and that was what was important to Lasse right then. He swiped his tongue across the underside of the prick head again.

"Orrrrrh, fuck, Lasse. It's wicked when you do that, almost too much. Can you try to take more of it into your mouth, please?"

"Un-hun," Lasse muttered and in one fluid motion his lips were right at the hairless pubic mound of Matt's. He gagged a bit when he breathed in and quickly backed off again. Then went back down, this time holding his breath until he went back up. He could see where his lips had been, the skin of the stiff prick was covered with his spittle.

Chapter 39

Lasse kept sucking Matt's prick for the remaining eight minutes, only moved his mouth off of it when his smartphone beeped at him, letting both boys know the ten minutes had passed.

"Aw, man. I was so close!" Matt cried out when he felt the relatively cold air attack his moistened prick, "Just one more minute, Lasse. Please?"

"Am not. Let go of your prick and pick up the controller. Get ready to have your arse kicked."

Matt reluctantly flipped back over to lie on his front, his prick still throbbing under him and he began to slowly hump into the mattress while he kicked the ball into play and started the match.

"If you weren't busy trying to fuck your bed while you played, maybe you'd stand a chance."

"And I will, if you score two goals and I won't score any for the rest of the match."

Matt managed to concentrate for long enough to score twice in quick succession, still whooping for joy when Lasse in the dying seconds of the match scored his second goal. The time ran out and the match ended in a 2-2 tie.

After 4 kicks each, the score was 5-5 and the tension in Matt's room was high. Matt tried to fool Lasse into thinking he'd kick the ball to the left and in the last possible moment he changed it to go right. Lasse took the bait, sent his goalie in a full stretch out to the far left hand side of the goal and watched the ball go to the right. And just wide of the goal.

Lasse didn't try to con Matt, he only went for the ball as soon as he could and chipped it against goal. Matt had already taken the jump to the right, where Lasse so far had kicked the ball every time, and now it was he who couldn't do anything but watch the ball. And it went across the goal line and into the goal.

"'K, five minutes sucking and then five minutes licking," Lasse said and turned to lie on his back with his legs hanging off the bed towards the flat screen TV.

"Seems fair I only have to suck yours for half the time you sucked mine. It's like only half the size."

Lasse watched breathlessly as Matt moved into position on the floor in front of him, splayed his knees eagerly apart, and moaned when he felt the other boy grab hold of his prick. He kept still after that, afraid to do something that would break the spell, didn't want to risk jinxing the moment.

Matt bent his head, opened his mouth and carefully sucked all of Lasse's stiffy into his mouth. He firmed up his lips as if he was about to suck on a straw and sucked in his cheeks before he moved his head back just a bit. When he moved it forwards again, he kept the suction up and unrolled Lasse's foreskin along the way, baring the glans and touched the tip of his tongue at the delicate skin. Immediately, he tasted the bitterness of his best mate's prick and he quickly moved his head and spat into one of his socks.

"My ding-dong?" Lasse chortled from laughter before he caught hold of himself, "Uh, no. Sorry. I showered this morning."

"Am I s'posed to do that?" Lasse asked, not knowing as no one had ever told him.

Lasse took his phone, dabbed at the screen and paused the running timer. It said there was four minutes and 25 seconds left of his five minutes of pure bliss. Only there was no bliss right then as Matt was about to leave his bedroom.

When Matt returned he made a show out of how Lasse should clean his prick head with a wash cloth only using water.

"Don't use soap, it might make it itch," Matt said, remembering his mum's directions, "But make sure you pull your skin all the way back and get rid of all the nastiness in there."

Lasse held up the phone so both of them could see it and when Matt sucked in his prick again, Lasse tapped the screen and the timer resumed counting down. He dropped the phone back onto the mattress and surrendered himself to the feelings of his first ever blowjob. It wasn't long until he couldn't keep from moaning.

Man, he sounds like a piglet being smacked or something, Matt thought, happy they were all alone and his window firmly shut.

All too soon for Lasse the timer ran out and Matt sat back up. Matt still held on to Lasse's wet stiffy, but only held it between two fingers and didn't wank or stroke it. Lasse looked pleadingly at him, but it didn't work.

"Lift up your feet," Matt said. He let go of the flexing prick and moved his hands to Lasse's ankles, "Right up."

"Uh-huh. 'Tis what we agreed to. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't mean it. It had better be cleaner than your prick though."

"It is," Lasse claimed and pulled his legs further up and back, until he lay on the bed like a baby waiting for a nappy change.

"It does look clean to me," Matt said as he leaned back in. He pushed Lasse's buttocks further apart and without hesitation just began licking at the bum hole.

At first Lasse giggled joyfully at the sensation and the thought of having made Matt do something so utterly disgusting, until he grew curious, "What's it taste like?" he asked Matt still licking lazily at his bum hole.

"It's like chocolate pudding, no it tastes like a clean bum smells, not as bad as I imagined it would be. What's it feel like?"

"Sick! Lick it again, arrh, yes like that… No, don't poke into it, just lick it, uurrrhhh," Lasse purred the last drawn-out syllable.

Yeah, I like having my butt licked too, Matt thought, though it's better when Jim pushes the tip inside.

Lasse bore down a bit and gasped when he felt Matt increase the pressure with his tongue. After a couple of minutes Lasse's butt started to feel quite wet, but Lasse ignored it, it wasn't his bed he lay on and it was Matt who did the licking.

Both boys were lost in what they experienced and it was only when the alarm rang out yet again they were jolted back in action.

At half-time both boys had scored one goal each and when Matt kicked off the second half he made a mistake. He fumbled the ball and Lasse quickly got to it and began running towards Matt's goal. Matt ran after him, but Lasse's player was quicker and he kept kicking the ball a couple of metres ahead of him as he ran. While Matt still tried to get close to Lasse he shifted on the bed and in the next second he was on top of the prone smaller boy.

"Oof! Oy, get off me. That's foul play!" Lasse stated while he still focused on the game and controlling his player.

Foul play or not, Matt began to hump Lasse, his prick gliding on top of the smaller boy's butt in the crevice formed by the boy's buttocks. It was decidedly better than humping his prick into the mattress, Lasse's skin was smooth and it was warm. He increased the strokes, moved his butt way back and slammed his pelvis back down against Lasse's midsection.

"I am," Matt said and more gently moved his hips further back, his stiff prick followed the curvature of Lasse's bum all the way down to the thighs where he changed direction again. He pushed downwards and forwards, digging his prick in between the buttocks. His prick missed Lasse's butthole and nudged into the perineum before it moved along it towards Lasse's balls. It wasn't long enough to make it all the way to the balls, but the heat in between Lasse's tightly squeezed thighs still felt heavenly to Matt's prick.

"It'll wash right off," Matt said, remembering Jim having done that the two times the man had fucked him, "I'll go get the washcloth."

"'K," Lasse said and when Matt pushed himself up and off him, he sent the ball into the goal. The stuck in place goalie was easy to get past, "Hah, 2-1."

"That's cheating!" Matt exclaimed and picked up the washcloth. It was still damp though rather cold.

"I'll suck your little ding-dong afterwards, but I'm not licking your hole again. I'll suck you for ten minutes."

"This'll feel sick too, at least to me. Move over, lie on the bed properly and keep your butthole relaxed. It won't hurt as much if you keep it relaxed."

"Will it hurt bad?" Lasse asked when he repositioned himself face down in the middle of the bed.

"Nah, mine isn't so big. It's why Jim asked me to stick it in first. So you won't hurt as much when he'll fuck you. Here, put my pillow under your front."

Lasse doubled up the pillow and placed it where Matt had asked him to. It pushed his butt up higher and Matt climbed on top of him. He felt Matt spread out his bum cheeks and his bum hole got wetter when the slightly older and slightly larger boy spat at it.

"Keep your bum spread out a bit, so I can see where to put my prick," Matt said and sat up. He shuffled forwards, bringing his prick to where it would be able to enter Lasse.

Lasse reached back and spread his buttocks apart with his fingers, and could feel the stiff head of Matt's prick nudge against his bum.

"'K, keep relaxing your hole, don't tighten it or it'll hurt a lot worse," Matt warned and pushed even harder against Lasse's butthole. He could sense the added warmth on his prick head as it was pushed into and through Lasse's very tight hole.

"Arh," Lasse moaned. Matt wasn't hurting him, the sensation of having something pushed inside his bum hole was just seriously strange. The stiffy that had pierced into his hole wasn't much bigger in circumference than Jim's finger and it was a lot spongier than the bony finger had been.

"All good?" Matt asked. He paused, like Jim had paused when he had fucked him, with only the head inside of the furnace-hot core of his mate.

"I know. It'll be better in a few minutes. I'm gonna lie down on top of you now. I can't push more into you sitting like this."

Gently and very carefully, Matt leaned forwards until his chest was right up against Lasse's shoulder. He moved his knees, one at a time, a bit further back on the bed and pushed his hips downwards and forwards. Since Lasse had turned his head so it was facing to the left, Matt put his head over Lasse's right shoulder and thrusted his hips forwards even more, not stopping until he couldn't push his prick further into Lasse's bum.

"Yep. Go for it," Lasse encouraged. The weight of Matt on his back wasn't more than he could handle, in fact he quite enjoyed being so close to the other boy.

Matt began shifting his hips, the same way he had been humping his mattress, only this time he wasn't humping, he was fucking. As Jim had tried to tell him, fucking a tight arse was simply put amazing. He didn't bother trying to explain to Lasse what it felt like, he was much more interested in figuring out how he should fuck his prick in and out of his friend to make it feel the absolute best. Lasse wouldn't be fucking anyone anyway, not until his little stiffy would grow bigger.

It wasn't long until Matt wasn't content with simply lying on top of Lasse, he needed far more leverage to drive his hips back and forth and his prick had already almost slipped out twice. He snaked his arms in under Lasse's shoulders and hugged them tight, then began a series of very hard pelvic thrusts that made his bed rock underneath them.

"Uh, uh, uh" Lasse grunted every time Matt's front collided into his buttocks, making him shake from the intensity he was being fucked. Still, he didn't tell Matt to stop, it was too exciting, too naughty, and too thrilling for Lasse to want to stop it. And it didn't hurt much, not at all.

Fortunately it didn't take Matt long to cum, Lasse's bowels weren't exactly empty, though his rectum had started out that way. The constant in and out movements of his bum hole and the effort required to keep it relaxed, made Lasse push Matt off his back as soon as the boy had finished fucking him and he went straight to the toilet so he could have a poo.

"Thanks. That was wicked," Matt said sheepishly when he stood and watched Lasse sitting on the toilet.

"Naw, I don't want you to either. But damn, I want to fuck your arse again some other time."

"Heh. Alright, when you've finished, I'll suck yours again and then we can have a drink and find someone to play against."

Chapter 40

Jim left work at about the same time Lasse and Matt putt on their clothes. Apart from the 50 mil his co-worker had placed in the high-risk stocks everything was as he had expected to find it. The investment pool was still sound, and he felt his job was as secure as it had been before his vacation. He didn't go to his house that evening, he needed to relax if only for a few hours before going to bed, so he went straight home to his parents.

He ate his dinner alone, his parents as per usual had already eaten. The last meal of the day had always been rather early as they had worked in the evenings and night. Now recently retired, they held on to the habit and had a cup of coffee and a piece of cake or a roll around eight in the evening. Jim didn't stay at home for long, he put the leash on Bella and went for a walk.

Man and dog returned an hour and a half later, and while Bella drank from her water bowl, Jim went to his bedroom. He booted his laptop, loaded Skype and let it run in the background while he read up on the news from the day. He was mostly interested in the financial news, anything that could have an effect on the about 45 different stocks he had in the portfolio of his share of the bank's clients.

He jumped slightly when the sound from an incoming Skype call rang out in the small room. Quickly, he turned down the volume and plugged in his headset.

"'Cuz, he did it today. Matt put his prick in my bum and fucked me. And it didn't hurt at all!"

"Oh, good for you, Lassie. But, that's only half of level seven, besides you're not even at level seven yet. You can't just pick and choose what to do from the different levels."

"I can only assume having something stuck into your arse would have to feel strange. Well, it certainly sounds like tomorrow will be easy for you. Then you'll get past level five."

"Uh-huh, Yes! You see, we played footy, he has this awesome game, PES, which I would really like for my Xbox too, and uh, we played it naked and, and when one of us lost, he had to do something for the other. Like if I lost, which I did, but only once, then I had to suck his prick and when, when Matt lost he had to suck mine and, and then he, he had to lick my bum too. And he did lick it!"

"Take a deep breath, Lasse. Now I know what your mam meant when she said you talk too fast when you get all worked up."

"Sorry, but like I said, I lost the first game, he had practised since the last time we played, and I sucked him for ten minutes. Then I won and he sucked my prick, but it was dirty so he washed it for me before he really sucked on it and then he licked my bum. It felt great, stunningly sick! Both of it, and then we played another match and I was about to win when he just got on top of me and began humping me instead of his bed."

"Nuh-uh, he made me put a pillow under my front so he could get his prick in, only he couldn't at first, I had to tell him where to aim it and then he fucked me. His bed creaked under us, I thought it was going to fall apart while he pumped me like, uh, like he had gone mad."

"Yeah, only he made me almost poo myself while he did it. I only just made it to the loo before it rushed out of me."

"Not to you maybe, but everyone else thinks so. Anyway, I'll come pick you up from school tomorrow. I'll be at the entrance when school lets out."

"Not today. I hanged wallpaper and a blind in the study, and wallpaper in the entrance and hallway. Maybe we can hang wallpaper in the lounge and kitchen tomorrow."

"I'll suck you tomorrow. While I have two of my fingers buried to the hilt in your cute little arse."

The next day at work was terrifying for Jim, the high-risk stock had taken a nasty fall right from the early morning when the stock exchange opened. He had to hang on to the shares and could only pray for them to increase in value again. He kept a close eye on it throughout the day and when he had to leave to go to Lasse's school, it had stabilized about 20 points lower than at the opening. It was still too low for selling, but at least it had stopped falling. For the time being.

Jim shut down his laptop, put it in his briefcase and left the office. Instead of worrying over something he really didn't have any influence over, he allowed himself to look forward to spending the rest of the afternoon and early evening with Lasse.

It won't matter if we don't get any wallpaper hanged today at all. There's all of the weekend too. We'll start out on the mattress, then if we feel up to it, we can get started hanging wallpaper in the lounge.

He made a quick stop on the way to Lasse's school, at a DIY centre, and picked up a 2 metre [c. 6.5 feet] length of hose, a fitting and a hose clamp. Forty minutes later he pulled up in front of the school, in the pickup and drop off zone and switched off the engine. He left the stereo running and tapped his fingers at the steering wheel in time with the beat.

About five minutes after he had pulled in, kids appeared from the double doors at the school entrance like they were water spilling out of a giant tank after someone had pulled the plug. He picked up excited glees from the younger kids while the older ones, pretty much everyone older than 9, walked a bit more slowly keeping up appearances of being too cool to outright run.

Hardly anyone looked twice at Jim's old car, rust was starting to form in the wheel arches and at the bottom of the doors. The paint was fading in places too, on top of the boot and the bonnet mostly, but Jim didn't really care. The car was cheap to run and it was reliable. The seats were somewhat comfortable too, though he wouldn't want to take it for a long road trip.

It certainly isn't a kid magnet, that's for sure. But I'm not really interested… Why hello, there gorgeous, step out of my dream and into my car. Hubba-hubba, that's one sweet little cute boy there.

Jim followed the boy in question with his eyes, he was younger than both Lasse and Matt. He looked about eight years old, the top of his head was covered in a blond, almost white mushroom-shaped haircut. Jim studied the ultra-slim calves of the boy, wished he could see his thighs too, but they were covered by loose-fitting knee-length shorts. They were so loose they covered up the small lad's rump too, and Jim swore inwardly at the boys' fashion of today when the boy climbed up the stairs of one of the school busses.

"Oh, hi Lasse. Quick, get in, let's get out of here before I end up taking some other kid back home with me."

"Oh, he was just a little teaser, don't worry, I'd never attempt to do something like that. I'm the type of guy who likes to build up an appetite by looking at delicious stuff and then go home to eat."

"Huh? Anyway, you better not be kidnapping any kids from here, there are security cameras all over the place. What're we having for dinner?"

"Well, I was hoping for a bit of juicy rump roast myself. You may have to settle for a sausage though."

Jim scarcely had time to unlock the front door to his house before Lasse dived in under his arm, kicked off his shoes and dropped his schoolbag at the same time on his way to the toilet. Jim picked up a screwdriver and went to the bathroom as well.

"No, Lassie. It isn't the downpipe I mean. It's your sewer I'm talking about, your arse. I'll be poking into it with two of my fingers today and I want to make sure you won't have an accident while I do that."

"Ah. Well, Matt fucked me yesterday and his prick didn't get dirty or anything."

"There you have it then. Today, we'll just make you poo in advance. It shouldn't get too uncomfortable for you I think."

"There, that should hold tight now. Here, hook it up to the faucet next to the loo. It twists on."

Lasse turned on the faucet after he made sure the hose sat securely on the spout of it and held the other end of it into the toilet.

"Let it run for a little while, so we get whatever debris there might be in piping out of it. Turn both handles up on full and make sure you keep the end of it pointed into the loo. We don't want to spill on the floor, not yet."

When the water had ran for a time, Jim instructed Lasse to turn the water down to only a trickle and adjust the temperature.

"Okay, lover boy. Time for you to lose your trousers and undies. Keep your socks and top on, the water shouldn't get anywhere near them. Let me hold the hose for you."

The boy undressed, not entirely sure if he wanted to have water inside of his butt, though it seemed like a small price to pay if it would render it completely clean. When he was ready, Jim asked him to sit on the toilet with the hose between his legs.

"Good. Pull up your sleeve and then grab the hose just at the end, point it towards your arsehole and push it up against it until the water goes inside," Jim waited until he couldn't hear the water fall into the bowl, and continued his instructions as quickly as he could, "There, hold it tight against your hole and don't move it away until you feel like you simply can't take any more water inside without it rushing back out."

"Then move it away from your arsehole and point the end of the hose down in the loo. Now, push, just like when you poo."

Immediately both man and boy could hear the rush of water being spurted from Lasse's butthole into the loo, stopping momentarily whenever a bit of solid waste was pushed through the opening, only to start anew. When the gush stopped Jim reached over and flushed the toilet while Lasse still sat on it.

"Well, fill'er up again. Do it another three times, then we'll turn off the water and check if it comes back out clean. It might not be needed now, but when we get to the levels with the buttplugs, your bowels will have to be 100% clean."

"Real soon. The way you're progressing through the levels, I guess it'll be the next weekend your mam lets me have you over. Probably not the upcoming, but the one after it."

"No, probably three weeks from now, more likely four. We can't spend time together every single weekend. You should be happy for your mam allowing you to come here at all. She could have said no, I honestly thought she would."

"I would've snuck out of my house," Lasse said before he moved the hose and pushed back out the water that had went into his bum. It felt to him like even more water had went inside of him than the first time. He reached back and flushed the toilet on his own when there was no more water left inside of him.

"That would only have gotten both of us in trouble, Lassie. You need to listen to your mam and do everything she tells you. She can still ban you from coming here, it won't be any harder for her than snapping her fingers."

"I hate being a kid. No one gives a crap about what I want, it's only Lasse do this or Lasse do that. All of the friggin' time."

"That's one downer to being a kid. But, you need to remember, you don't have the same level of responsibility as an adult. You don't have to worry about making enough money to buy food and pay for a place to live. Hell, you don't even have to cook if you don't feel like it. All you have to do is go to school and learn enough to someday be independent of everyone else if that's what you want by then."

"You don't necessarily need to do that. That's a choice you have, but you have to do it if you want to get to level 10 and beyond."

"Many more. Again, I'm not telling you to do more than the first ten levels, heck, you can stop at level 5 if that's what you want? I'll find a way to accept it."

"No. I'll do the ten levels, at least. I already did half of level 7 and that was the first real hard one. It wasn't so hard to do after all anyway."

"Okay, if that's what you want. Switch off the water now and squirt out what you have inside of you. Let's see if it comes out all clean."

They didn't scrutinize the water in the bowl under a microscope, yet Jim was satisfied with what he saw. There was only a very slight hue to it, no tiny pieces of poo floated at the surface.

"Yup, it looks clean to me, Lassie. Towel your bum and let's relocate to the study."

"I should hope not. Put the hose in under the toilet seat so it won't fall to the floor. I just can't wait until I'll get it tiled and we won't have to be so careful around here."

"Heh, no, I'm a bit too large for that. Come, my little lover boy, the mattress is all ready for us and your little arse is ready for some prime long-time licking."

Chapter 41

"Jim, can we go all the way to level 7 today?" Lasse asked after the two had made out for half an hour on the mattress.

"Not really, I just want to get to level 10. It might not be the last level, but it's one of the steps for me getting better and stronger."

"I don't know about you getting stronger and better from what we're doing, but it will make our love grow stronger, and a whole lot better, that's for sure."

"That's what I want. You've already fucked Matt's bum. I want to show you I can be just as good as him."

"Lassie, it isn't a competition between you and Matt, you don't have to show… Alright, yes I've fucked Matt in his arse twice, and I'm probably going to fuck his toned arse again tomorrow, but I haven't made love to him. That's what I do with you, we're making love, not having wild sex, and that, my little lover boy, is so much more precious to me."

"Can we get back to making love? I have to be home at 8:30 and we have to eat dinner before then too."

Lasse interrupted Jim by pressing his lips against those of the man, poked his tongue out and was elated when Jim pushed his tongue out to meet it.

Kissing is the absolute best thing there is, right after being sucked, Lasse thought and let himself be pushed back down on the mattress. Jim followed him, held on to his head with both hands and kissed him more feverishly, more passionately. It was quickly turning into a sexual kiss rather than a loving kiss and Lasse began to pant. His stiffy stood proud and flexed in the hopes of Jim going to notice and start touching it.

Jim's prick was hard within his navy blue dress slacks, he hadn't yet gotten undressed, but that was about to change. Level 1, kissing and cuddling, had been sufficiently practised for one day and it was time to move on to level 2 and 3. Jim moved away from the boy, gently untangled himself and turned onto his back.

Lasse turned to lie on his side and faced his man busily undoing his belt and tugging his tie loose. He heard the sound the zipper made as the fly was unzipped, and watched Jim suck in his stomach before he unlatched the clip holding his trousers together. They were pushed down along with the boxer tights, something Lasse made a mental note of putting onto his wish list for Christmas. The tie, a chequered navy blue and silver one, went the same way as the man's trousers and underwear, onto the floor next to the mattress, closely followed by the white button-down shirt.

Jim, leaving his undershirt and socks on, turned to face his lover boy. He smiled when he saw the boy's eyes moved downwards, drawn towards his prick like they were moths drawn to a light in the darkest of nights.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked in a gentle voice and reached out to stroke Lasse's cheek.

"I can trim or shave off the hairs if you want me to? It would look just like yours, only bigger of course."

"I'm glad you like it hairy. It's a bitch to keep it smooth and it gets all prickly and itchy within days. Why don't you start wanking it? I'll wank yours at the same time."

"'K. Not for too long, though. It's much better when someone sucks on it for you."

They tossed each other off facing each other, gently and slowly, more maintaining their hard-ons rather than building towards their peaks, and they kissed again, small pecks and with tongue every so often, until Lasse decided to move on. He moved on top of Jim, chest against belly, and carefully lowered his middle to where Jim could suck on his boy boner. His knees ended up at the man's ears, his elbows on either sides of the man's hips and he sought out the large prick with his lips.

After Lasse had kissed the tip of Jim's prick, he propped himself up with one arm and grabbed hold of it, skinned down the foreskin and without much thinking he took the head of it into his mouth. The salty taste from the pre-sperm attacked his young taste buds and overpowered any other taste; he stroked the prick with his hand, goaded more of the salty and slippery stuff out of the pee slit and licked at it.

It was only then Lasse realized Jim wasn't doing his part and he flexed his hips up and down, and from side to side in search of the man's mouth.

Jim had been preoccupied with thinking of how quickly Lasse had gone from being a mostly passive partner in bed to being the one who took charge and decided when to move onto something else. He wasn't put off with it, he very much enjoyed it, though he didn't want to risk having his eyes poked out by Lasse's stiffy. He took hold of the boy's thighs and tugged on them.

Lasse eagerly moved so his knees got into the required position and Jim propped up his head with his pillow. This brought his mouth within easy reach of Lasse's stiffy, arsehole and nuts. He latched onto the small ball sack first, sucked both of the small egg-shaped nuts into his mouth and ever so gently nipped at them keeping his teeth cushioned by his lips.

Lasse squirmed on top of Jim and moaned, what the man did to his balls was borderline painful but Jim was sucking on his balls and that was something Lasse had never thought, not until three weeks ago, anyone would want to do willingly. It was something you told someone to do, if you didn't like the person.

Like when Kevin Magnussen told the German guy to suck his balls after the F1 grand prix! Lasse thought it was beyond being naughty, though not nearly as much as when Jim began licking his bum hole. Matt had done that too, but more energetically than Jim was right then.

Jim lapped at Lasse's skin, right from the wrinkled ball sack, along the perineum and up to and just past the arsehole that looked and felt as virginal as ever.

It's hard to believe Matt fucked him only yesterday, Jim thought and swiped his tongue over the pinkish rim of muscle again and observed how it pulled itself tighter then relaxed somewhat again. It had Lasse's taste, from deep inside of him and Jim swiped at it again. It was without doubt an acquired taste, one you had to get used to in order to fully enjoy it. Jim had long since gotten used to the earthy and musky, pungent taste from an arse hole, he had licked all of his girlfriends like that, and he pushed his tongue more firmly against Lasse's little hole.

Lasse sucked harder on Jim's prick head, got more of the salty pre-sperm onto his tongue and he swallowed a mouthful of his saliva mixed with the salty stuff. Boldly he attempted to suck more of the massive prick into his mouth, opened as wide as he could and only stopped when half of it had disappeared from sight. He backed off of it fully, studied where his lips had been, easily seen as the part of the prick he had had in his mouth was moist from his spittle.

He put his fingers right at the line between moist and dry prick and sucked it in again, this time forcing more of it into his mouth, and pushed his fingers further down the stalk of the prick with his lips. Both Jim and Matt had told him it felt better the more of their pricks he sucked on and he wanted to make it as good for Jim as he could. Matt's prick had been somewhat easy to take fully into his mouth, Jim's not so. Not only was it longer by about 5 cm [c. 2"], it was also at least twice as thick.

Lasse had to back off for the final time when the extra 5 cm was all what remained. He simply couldn't get any more of Jim's prick into his mouth, it made him gag and left him quite nauseous whenever he tried to.

"Just suck on what you can without making yourself sick," he heard Jim caution, "It feels wonderful. Fucking amazing. If you keep it up, you'll soon be getting a mouthful of my spunk."

Lasse wasn't supposed to do that until level 6 and he was only halfway through level 5 and Jim had told him the levels had to be completed in order. Thus he stopped sucking on the man's prick and began playing with his heavy balls instead. He pushed his bum back, ground it against Jim's lower face and hoped the man would take the hint. He changed his mind when he had a brief look at his watch.

Jim sucked on his index finger, slicked it up with his spit and without further ado simply pushed it into Lasse's arsehole. While he kept it there with the hole flexing all around it, he pulled on the gasping boy's hip to gain access to sucking the little prick that had lost some of its stiffness from the abrupt and quite sharp pain.

"Ack!" Lasse gasped again and tried to make his bum hole relax while he moved backwards and purred when he felt his prick being enclosed by a moist warmness. Within seconds, or so it seemed, his little prick was once again as stiff as it could get and Jim ran his tongue in circles around the bared dickhead.

Now Jim understood what Lasse had said about Matt wanting to wash the little prick head before sucking on it. There were some small bits of pure bitterness just behind the little flared ridge of the head, quickly dissolving in the saliva in his mouth. Unlike Matt, Jim simply swallowed and kept sucking and licking. It was but one of the differences between being with someone you truly loved and being with someone you only wanted to fool around with.

Lasse waited, most impatiently for Jim to stick another finger into his bum hole so he could proceed to the next level. He licked off the beads of pre-sperm forming at the end of Jim's prick head but otherwise he just stuck to playing with the hairy and quite heavy balls of the man. He wasn't certain if Jim would be able to shoot out his nasty sperm twice in one day, previously he had only done so once and then had seemed to quickly lose any interest in playing the game after.

Still, Lasse was hungry, though not for the sperm he was certain would taste really awful, how can it not when it smells the way it does? but for a snack. He was a growing boy and his stomach suddenly and without warning reminded him of the fact.

"Maybe we should stop for a bit so you can have your after-school snack?" Jim suggested after hearing the pained drawn-out rumble noise from his little lover's stomach.

"No, just hurry up. We're almost done, all you have to do is stick another finger in my bum and then I have to eat your yucky stuff and then you fuck my bum with your fingers and I'll have cleared both level 6 and 7!"

"Argh, Jim! Just do it, you made me put water in my bum and clean it. It's ready, I am ready. Pleeeease?"

"Alright then. Go back to sucking my prick but keep it light and I'll do what needs to be done back here."

"It's all my pleasure. You do realise we're doing all of this so I'll soon be able to fuck your tight little bum-bum with my prick, don't you?"

"You're so hot, Lassie. Push down now, I'm going to work my fuck finger in next to my forefinger."

Jim pulled his index finger almost all the way out of Lasse's bum hole and carefully, a lot gentler than he did with the first finger, he pushed his longest finger in underneath the first. Already his spittle on the little bum was drying out, and he quickly removed both fingers and popped them into his mouth. When they went back to the hole, they were dripping wet and he pushed the middle finger in first this time, then the index finger.

Lasse pushed back as hard as he could, it felt like he was about to poo but he knew his bowels couldn't possibly have any poo left in them and bore down harder. He concentrated harder on his sucking when he felt the fingers move deeper into him and stretched his hole. It wasn't as painless as it had been being fucked by Matt's prick, yet it didn't feel extremely horrid either. When Jim began sucking on his prick again, he almost forgot about the fingers still being pushed slowly into his bum.

Jim was feeling the effects of Lasse's sucking and knew it wouldn't be long before he'd cum, refused to dwell on the fact that his little sperms would soon be swimming inside his ten year-old lover's stomach, and began to rotate his fingers in their tight confinement instead. He sucked harder on Lasse's prick when he heard the boy hiss from pain, sensed the boy suck even harder too, more feverishly on his own prick head.

Just when he knew he'd cum in a matter of seconds, he began to properly fuck Lasse with his fingers. The spittle slurped around his fingers as he increased the speed until they went in and out about as fast as they could in the awkward position. Jim sucked as hard he could on the little stiffy in his mouth and swirled his tongue madly around it. He kept his head stationary, had too many things going at once already to move his mouth up and down the short length of Lasse's prick.

Lasse, in the meantime, was trying hard to ignore the stuff that took place below his waistline. The prick he had less than half of in his mouth had firmed up harder than before and he knew it always did that just before the vile, sticky stuff would erupt from the tip of it like it was some kind of a miniature volcano spitting out burning lava. He still wasn't sure if he'd be able to follow through on what he had said he wanted; to not only allow the stuff to shoot into his mouth, but also to swallow it. All of it.

Jim gasped violently underneath Lasse, who bounced on top of him, but still managed to keep his mouth firmly attached around the large prickhead, still sucked hard and did his best to tickle the underside of the head with his tongue. Another gasp turned into a moan and the prick firmed up even more until it felt as solid as steel and then the first flex went through it. Lasse could feel the ball sack he held loosely in his hand contract and suddenly his tongue was hit by thick fluid.

He scarcely had time to taste it before another blast of the same fluid went into his mouth and he had to quickly swallow a mouthful of his own spittle and the spunk from Jim's balls. Almost before he had noisily forced the fluids down through his throat, more of the saltiness erupted from the pee slit. Already the magnitude of spunk per shot was dwindling and he didn't have to swallow again until after the last and fifth time Jim's spunk entered his mouth.

Lasse dutifully kept up the suction, and milked the hard prick, even gave the pee slit one final lick to make sure he had gotten everything out of it before he moved his mouth away from the glistening prick head.

Jim had stopped fucking his fingers into Lasse's arsehole somewhere between the third and fourth powerful emission of his spunk and now he slowly retracted his fingers fully. He wanted to give Lasse an orgasm too, he just had to catch his breath first. Unfortunately the boy had other plans as he quickly pushed himself up and off the man and ran from the room.

Jim watched as Lasse quickly went into the bathroom and he could hear the faucet being turned on. 30 seconds later he heard the sound of Lasse gargling his mouth and then spit into the sink. The faucet was turned off and Lasse returned in a more civilized pace.

"You have and with flying colours, but was my spunk really so awful you had to gargle?"

"It's super gross. Like really salty runny snot. I hope I won't get sick from it, I swallowed like three mouthfuls of it."

"You won't. There isn't anything in spunk that can make you sick, well not unless the person feeding you his spunk has an illness, which I sure don't."

"On the kitchen counter, there's a bag of coo…" Jim said and as soon as Lasse heard the first syllable of what was awaiting him, he was running full speed out of the room again, this time headed for the kitchen.

Since Lasse apparently didn't want an orgasm at that very moment, Jim got up and put on his clothes again. He didn't bother with his tie and left the top button in his shirt undone. He went to the kitchen where Lasse sat on the countertop eating chocolate chip cookies straight from the bag, wearing nothing but his socks and his t-shirt, and a big smile on his face.

Chapter 42

Matt entered the school grounds Thursday morning and he placed his bike in the bike rack and locked it. He saw Lasse walking towards him and he briefly considered to turn around, unlock his bike and ride as quickly as he could back home. He had feigned a stomach ache the day before and luckily his mum had bought it. She had however told him he had to go to school today.

The problem was he didn't know how to talk to Lasse, how to look him in the eyes, after what they had done Tuesday afternoon. It had been nice, very nice indeed, overwhelmingly nice, and quite possibly too nice, to fuck the slightly shorter boy in his tight butt. He was confused, though, he wasn't gay. Or to put it more accurately, he sure hoped he hadn't turned gay. Everyone Matt knew thought you'd have to be sick to be gay. That it was sick and disgusting, depraved even.

One had to be mentally ill to be gay and enjoy being fucked in the butt and, far worse, one had to be gay to want to fuck a boy in the butt and enjoy it. This was the most worrying aspect of it to Matt, he had genuinely enjoyed bum fucking Lasse, the slightly smaller boy with the cool hair, with the amazing scar in the middle of his chest, the owner of the bouncy butt cheeks that had felt so damned nice to grind his pelvis up against while he had fucked him hard in the butt.

He wasn't overly concerned of screwing around with Jim. The man had been the aggressor then, the active part, and Matt hadn't really done anything other than letting the man have his way with him. It hadn't even felt nice being fucked by the large prick, it had hurt, though not as badly the second time around. But it hadn't hurt to fuck Lasse, it had only felt so desperately good and that was also what was so quite desperately wrong.

And now he had to face Lasse, the very boy he had fucked in the butt. And not only that, no, Matt had experienced his so far best orgasm while madly pumping his stiffy into the boy fast approaching him. Matt had nowhere to run to, not without every single one of the kids in school wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

"Some," Matt had to lie. He couldn't say what was on his mind, there were kids right next to them, moving towards the entrance doors.

"Good. Did you read the book yet? The one about Emiiiiil? I think we should start the synopsis with…"

Matt was flabbergasted. He had thought Lasse would say something like "Gee, man, you really fucked my butt so hard I could hardly sit after," or something along those lines, something that would be extremely embarrassing for both of them. And instead, he just talked about schoolwork as if nothing had happened. Like he had never held his butt cheeks spread out and told him his prick had to go lower for it to go into his tight and bloody nice butthole.

"Erm, I haven't read it yet," Matt quickly said interrupting Lasse in mid-sentence.

"No? Well, you had better read it right quick then, 'cuz I'm not doing all of the work on my own. We're s'posed to be working like a team, y'know?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, you've been sick. Are you sure you're fit to come back to school? You look kinda pale."

"No, I'm fine, I just… Erm, we better go in, I don't want to be late for another class again."

"You're right. I don't think I can trick my dad into writing another note for me, not so soon after the last time."

Jim saw the opening price of the Vestas share was at 564 kroner. Still a far cry from the 589 kroner it had been when the junior investor bought them. If he sold them now it would mean a loss of more than 2 million kroners, which he wasn't interested in at all. But he had nearly 85,000 shares, 84,890 to be exact, he had to get rid of within too long, before the price went even lower. He nearly took the bait when the price went up to 569, but managed to keep his cool.

The stock fluctuated worse than the price of crude oil throughout the day, but never got any higher than 569 and by the time the stock exchange shut down for the day, it had taken another hit.

I can't keep working like this. It's getting on my nerves and soon people will call me and ask why their savings are dwindling instead of increasing in value. FUCK!

"I'm helping Jim move in on Saturday, his mum and dad will be there too so I think, uh, it might be better if you don't come over," Lasse explained to Matt after school.

"I wouldn't be able to anyway, I'm going to Aarhus to swim. We're leaving tomorrow at two so I'll miss last period and I won't be home until late Sunday."

"Ah. Good lu… No, that would be jinxing it, break a leg, mate. Bring home a gold medal this time."

"I might be taking home three medals. I'm competing in freestyle, breaststroke and the medley relay."

"If I make the cut in both of my own races and the relay, then I'll be swimming at least nine times. I've done it before and I know my body will be sore all of next week, but it's worth a bit of pain, I think."

"'K. Well, see you tomorrow," Lasse said and began walking towards his bus so he wouldn't miss it.

He biked home, did some of his homework and thought of the day. Lasse had behaved exactly like he had any other day after the two of them had become friends. His friend hadn't even hinted at what had happened right there on his bed. It was too hard for Matt to keep ignoring so he picked up his phone and typed in a text message for Lasse.

Lasse

r u ok from tusdey

y. wan 2 do it agin? i alone til 530 dad left alredy

Matt quickly made up his mind, it was only 3:54 in the afternoon and Jim wasn't expecting him at his house until past 6. His mum wouldn't be home until half past 7 at best, and the homework was utterly boring. Besides, the trip to Aarhus was plenty long enough for him to finish his assignments, it would take three hours to get there, two sitting on the bus and one on the ferry.

Lasse

ye i com now

w8 til u get here :D

hah! cu in 10

Matt quickly scribbled a note to his mum telling her he was at his friend Lasse's house and would be home at seven thirty for dinner. He got on his bike and sprinted all the way to Lasse's house.

While Lasse waited for Matt, he went to the bathroom, cleaned his bum and made sure to clean his prickhead exactly like Matt had shown him just in case he would want to suck on it again.

"Are you cool with this?" Matt couldn't help but ask when he entered Lasse's bedroom.

"Uh-huh. I don't mind you do that. It doesn't hurt and I know it must feel wicked to you."

"We're only two boys experimenting. We're too young to be gay, Jim said so. Anyway, it isn't like we're kissing and all of the mushy stuff, you're only doing me in the bum…"

"Erm, about that. I might wanna try it out some time, y'know? I'd like to kiss you, uh not right now, but some other time, if you're up for it?"

"Oh? Uh, I dunno. I'll have to ask Jim first. If he's fine with it, then okay. Hey, I could teach you how to kiss. It would be just like you teaching me how to swim."

"'K. So, eh, do you want to do it now, erm, not kissing, I mean me sticking it in your butt?"

"We'll have to get slippery first. I'll lick your butt and then you can suck on my stiffy for a bit."

Lasse pushed down his trousers and underwear, and Matt was quick to follow suit. The two boys got onto Lasse's bed where Lasse told Matt to lie down flat on his back. Carefully, Lasse got on top in the modified 69 position Jim had shown him only the previous day.

"Put my pillow under your head, that way you should be able to reach just fine," he explained before he began sucking on Matt's prick. It wasn't stiff, not at first, but Lasse's sucking soon made it stick out.

"'K, I think it's as ready as it'll ever be now," Lasse said, "How's my bum hole?"

"Me neither. What if you hold onto my knees and squat, then I'll guide you right down on it."

It wasn't so easily done, but by trial and error, and with quite a bit of nervous giggling, Lasse finally ended up sitting on top of Matt with his stiffy firmly seated in his bum.

"Move up and down… Not so far up… Wait, erm, hold yourself up a bit, I think I can hump up inside your butt… Man, your butt is so friggin' tight. It feels wicked."

"'K," Matt agreed and grabbed hold of Lasse's hips. He slowly started thrusting his middle upwards while he tugged Lasse downwards a couple of times until they had gotten things properly aligned.

Then he fucked Lasse using short and powerful thrusts, like only young inexperienced boys will fuck. It was like Matt was in a swim competition, he used his strong muscles and the stamina he had built up by swimming many lanes in the pool as he fucked his best friend.

Matt had plenty of energy left when he climaxed, still he lay down and gasped for air while Lasse remained sitting on his flexing prick.

"Okay, you can get off me now, I did it," he said after half a minute had passed and Lasse hadn't moved.

"Uh-huh, it started feeling all sorts of nice right at the end when you really went for it."

"'K, let's do it with you on your front then, like we did the first time, 'twas much easier than this way."

Lasse carefully dismounted Matt and lay down next to him, put his bunched up pillow under his front and held his bum cheeks spread out for his friend. He kept them spread until Matt's prick was once again poking into his bum hole and only then did he move his hands away. He rested his chin on top of his hands, and felt how Matt pushed his hands in under his upper arms and grabbed hold of him.

I never thought being fucked by Matt would feel so good, Lasse thought contentedly when the boy began humping his butt again, this time somewhat more adeptly, faster and a lot more powerfully.

Matt said goodbye to Lasse, who had seen him to the door wearing only his t-shirt and undies, and rode home on his bike. His desires had been sated for the time being, thus he had no need for seeing Jim that night after all. In fact, he had quite forgotten about the man and the date he had with him. All that was on his mind while he rode home was one recurring thought.

Jim checked his smartphone one final time and realised he had been stood up by Matt. It was past seven in the evening and the boy hadn't shown the courtesy to send even a short text message to tell him he wasn't able to stop by. Jim wasn't too upset, though he had been looking forward to fucking the boy's tight arse. He certainly could have used the experience to divert his thoughts from the fluctuating Vestas stock.

Instead of driving to his parents' house, Jim decided to make use of the rest of the evening by hanging wallpaper in the lounge. Before he got started, he loaded Skype on his phone, just in case Lasse would log on before going to bed.

However, when his phone rang at a quarter to nine, it wasn't an incoming Skype call from his little lover boy, it was a regular phone call. Jim looked at the screen and saw it was Hilda who called him. He answered the call.

"Good evening, Jim. I know it's on very short notice, but can you possible take Lasse for the entire weekend? You're sort of our last hope."

"Uh, that's quite unexpected. I thought you wanted to test me for at least a couple of Friday nights before we'd discuss letting him stay at my house for a whole weekend?"

"Well, that was my plan, but Dennis has just surprised me with a mini-cruise to Norway and Lasse really enjoyed spending the night with you. And, well, I thought Dennis' passion for me had died long ago and instead he picked me up at work today and took me out for a romantic dinnert. He only showed the tickets just now, oh… Dennis wants to talk to you."

"Hello Jim. Be a man and get me out of this pinch, please? I know it's a lot to ask, it's just that I've been a royal arse to Hilda and I want to show how much I still love her. My father isn't fit to mind Lasse for a full weekend and the boy absolutely resents spending any length of time at Hilda's parents' house.

"Lasse could tag along with us, I suppose, but I can only afford the one cabin and his presence would put a serious dampener on things. There's a fair risk of him witnessing events a boy his age shouldn't, if you know what I mean?"

"You don't need to say any more, Dennis. I'll take him off your hands for the weekend. Don't worry about him, just enjoy the trip and your loving wife."

"Oh, I will. We'll be returning to Copenhagen 9:45 Monday morning. That leaves us enough time to take him to the hospital in the afternoon. Can you see him to the school bus Monday morning?"

Jim looked at the phone after he had said goodbye to Dennis, not fully believing what had just happened. Then he rang Lasse. The boy had to be home alone, if his parents were dining out.

"Hi Jim!" Lasse said after swiping his phone, he didn't even have to look at it to know it was his manfriend who rang him.

"Uh-huh, not for long, though. Mum rang earlier and asked if I could order pizza and go to bed on my own. She and dad are having a mushy romantic dinner," Lasse explained and said the word describing the dinner as if it was something dreadful.

"That's something grown-ups enjoy to do. And so will you, when you're a little older and start to date. Speaking of dates, what are your plans for the weekend?"

"Well, duh! You know that already. Tomorrow I'm coming to yours and Saturday you'll take me home and Sunday I'll do homework and spend time with mum and dad. Like you told me I have to, remember?"

"Hmm. If you'd rather stay the entire weekend with me at my place, you're welcome to. You won't have to go home at all. Not until Monday after you've been to the hospital."

"That's no problem. Saturday I'll have a nice office desk in my study. You can sit and do your homework there. We'll stop by your house tomorrow on the way home from school and you can get everything you need for the weekend."

"I know, I picked you up last Friday. I'll be there, sweetie pie, just look for the Batmobile."

"Your old Volkswagon is so far from being the Batmobile it isn't even funny," Lasse stated flatly before he abruptly ended the call.

Chapter 43

Batmobile or not, Jim's car was parked in the pickup zone when Lasse left school. He smiled at Jim and got into the front passenger seat, put his schoolbag and a carryall down in front of his feet and put on the seatbelt.

"Hi sweetums. Heh. The only one I want to do stuff to is you. Are you ready for your first full weekend with me?" Jim asked, started the engine and carefully exited the school's parking lot.

"Uh-huh. I packed this morning so we can go directly to your house. Got all I need in this," Lasse said and nudged the carryall with his foot.

"Did you pack your entire room? You're not moving in with me, however nice that would be."

"Picked up a new phrase from your mum, eh? Well, indulge me, according to a 10 year-old what are the bare necessities for a weekend away from home?"

"Mum made me pack some clothes and I packed my Xbox, my toothbrush and my hair wax. Oh, and my meds, too."

"Uh-huh. It's okay, I didn't tell anyone it's in the bag, not even Matt. He left school early, after lunch. He's going to a swimming competition way over in Aarhus, that's right cool in'it?"

"Yes it is cool. I hope he'll bring back more medals for his room. So, I guess we'll find out if my old TV still works. I haven't had it turned on in four years or so. Hopefully my phone's internet connection is stable enough for online gaming."

"If not, it's okay. It's only if we'll get bored. Where are we off to? This isn't the way to your house?"

"Ah, no, I didn't mean kid's kind of toys. We're going to pick up toys for sex."

"Yup. You're level 7 now. We're going to, well I am going to pick up the plugs for your arse. Those you'll need for both level 8 and 9. You'll have to wait in the car while I go into the store, I'm afraid only adults are allowed inside. I won't be too long."

Lasse sat in the car and watched Jim enter a store with large posters in the windows. They had women with big breasts and very flimsy bras on them. Lasse wasn't interested and he found a book in his schoolbag and began reading it.

Jim didn't take long as he had said, only five minutes later he exited the store, carrying a black plastic shopping bag. He handed it to Lasse and quickly pulled into traffic and began driving home.

"Sure. As a matter of fact, why don't you unpack the plugs so I can throw away the packaging? My parents are coming to my house tomorrow and I sure wouldn't want them to find the box. It's quite, uh, indiscreet."

Lasse pulled open the bag and looked inside. There was a box, half wrapped in brown packaging paper, and two bottles in it, a rather large pump bottle and a smaller one. He took out the box and quickly tore into it without looking at the packaging, and he pulled out the plugs encased in another box made from clear thin plastic.

"Yes, it was cheaper to buy a kit with three plugs. The smallest won't count towards your levels. Only the middle and the largest," Jim explained without taking his eyes off the road.

"The smallest of these is like the same size as Matt's prick. Only his doesn't have a notch in it, and his is like the same thickness all over."

"The notch is to keep it in place. The plugs are tapered to make them slide easier into your arse and the flared base will keep it from sliding all the way inside of you. Once it's in place, your anus, that's your arse hole, will firm up around the notch keeping the plug from sliding back out."

"'K," Lasse said and tried to imagine what it would feel like having one of the plugs inside his bum, "Eh, do you seriously think I can get this into my bum?" He held up the largest of them so Jim could see it.

"Hey, please, don't ever hold things up in front of me while I'm driving. But, yes, in due time you will. Probably not any time soon, but eventually."

"Not years, but probably not this weekend either. It all depends on how quickly you learn how to relax your hole. The widest part of all of them will be the worst for you, once that's in, your hole will clamp up on the narrower part, the notch as you called it."

"It's still very wide," Lasse said and looked at the packaging for the first time, "It says here it's 3 cm [c. 1.2"] in diameter at the notch."

"Less than my prick, Lassie. Mine is 14 cm [c. 5.6"] in circumference. That's around 4.5 cm [c. 1.8"] in diameter."

"The largest is 4.6 cm [c. 1.8"] where it's widest. That's more than your prick. You told me the largest plug would be smaller than your prick."

"I meant at the base, uh, at the notch. Don't worry about that one, it's not the one I'll work into your arse today, that would be the middle one."

"D'you think I can have it inside my bum for the full 3 hours? It's about the same as Matt's pricks at the notch," Lasse said after examining the medium-sized plug.

"We'll see. It really isn't a race, you don't have to complete the levels within a certain amount of time."

"Water-based lube. It's a lot better than spit, it'll stay slick for much longer and it's still safe to eat."

Lasse briefly wondered what the clear lube would taste like but didn't ask. Instead he got out of the car when Jim pulled into a small lay-by and quickly dashed to the rubbish bin and threw the packaging from the buttplugs into it. He got back into the car as quickly as he could, before anyone would see it was he who had thrown out the black cardboard box with the lewd pictures on it.

They drove to Jim's house without any more talking between them, they only listened to the music playing on the stereo.

"When you've finished peeing, you may as well go ahead and flush out your arse too," Jim told Lasse when they had entered his house and Lasse went for the bathroom.

"'K," came the response when Jim placed the two bags of Lasse's on the floor in the study.

Jim couldn't wait for Saturday afternoon to arrive, by then he would've put together the wooden frame for his bed so the mattress would no longer be lying on the floor. There would also be a lot more of his other furniture in the house, hopefully dealing with the annoying hard echo from everything taking place in it.

Like Lasse peeing into the toilet. I can hear it from here, Jim thought and had another thought. Tomorrow mam will be here, and she'll be furious of having to use the toilet with three males being able to watch her. She'll use it regardless, but she'll be talking about it for years to come. Blaming me for not providing any privacy for her.

He didn't want to install a door to the guest bathroom, not yet, not before he had the money to buy all of the doors he needed for his house at once and could barter for a larger discount, so instead he grabbed the large woolly bedspread, his hammer and a couple of nails.

"What're you doing?" Lasse asked when he saw Jim enter the bathroom with the bedspread. He sat on the toilet filling his bum with water like Jim had taught him to.

"I'm installing a privacy curtain. It's only basic and won't block any noise, but at least you won't risk seeing my mam sitting on the toilet tomorrow. Oh, when you've finished, remind me to remove the hose. I don't want to answer any questions of why there's a hose hooked up to that faucet when my parents come."

"'K. It's brilliant though, there's no need for the TP you still don't have any of."

Jim sighed, "When we go out for dinner, we'll stop by the supermarket. We'll need to pick up some more kitchen rolls too. I'm down to the last one."

"Do I just stick it in?" Lasse wondered when he studied the smallest of the three black plugs. He had joined Jim in the study, the man having finished hanging the bedspread in front of the bathroom doorway.

"Use your finger to spread a bit of the lube into and around your hole first. Then gently work it in, don't just push it all in at once."

"I'm a kid, Jim, I'm not stupid. I meant does it have to be washed first or something?"

"I know you aren't stupid. Maybe it would be a good idea to rinse it off first, even though it was wrapped in plastic. It'll probably feel more comfortable to you if it's the same temperature as your body. We'll soak the middle one in warm water while you play with the small teaser plug. By the time you're ready for it, it should be nice and warm."

"This one sure is," Jim said referring to the largest plug he was holding in his hand, "But you won't be playing with this today. Boy, it sure is soft and quite flexible, almost like a real prick."

"Would suck if you got your prick stuck inside someone and had to bring them everywhere you went," Lasse said and walked back to the bathroom; he dived in under the bedspread, turned on the water and filled the sink, "You haven't taken the hose off yet."

"That's right. I better do that now before I forget it again. I'll put it in the boiler room."

"If your prick got stuck inside someone's bum, you'd have to pee inside of them," Lasse thought out loud when Jim entered the bathroom to undo the hose the boy had used to clean out his bum.

"For the same reason people have other forms of sex, it feels good for at least one of them. It's just a fetish, an advanced form of sex."

"You just worry about making it to level 10 first, then we can start discussing future levels okay?"

After putting the now disconnected hose on top of the boiler, Jim went to look at what needed to be done in the kitchen, most of the other rooms were nearly finished, only needed baseboards and other finishing touches, and apart from the bathroom, the kitchen was in the worst state.

The cabinets in the kitchen below the counter and the wall mounted cabinets above the counter were old, and the insides of them were grimy from old dust and grease. A couple of them had also been mice infested.

"Yes. See?" Lasse faced away from Jim and the man could clearly see the flat black disc of the smallest buttplug sitting low on the boy's bum.

"Oh. That's perfect! Hopefully it'll be the same with the other two. When we head out for dinner, it'll be with the medium one plugging up your arse."

"Mm-hmm. We'll be gone for an hour or so. So we'll put it in half an hour prior to us leaving and we'll see what it's like for you."

"We'll make sure to check it won't. But, before we go anywhere I sure would like to clean these cabinets. Will you help me clean them?"

Lasse would rather have helped Jim install new cabinets than cleaning the old ones; picking up and cleaning was boring compared to what Lasse so far had done to help Jim. He made it more fun for himself when he imagined he was a slave in ancient Rome, which wasn't hard to do since he only wore his t-shirt and socks, and had a plug sitting in his bum hole.

It was only the smallest plug; he could have easily pooed it out if he wanted to, but in his mind he made it a big plug, even bigger than the largest of the three Jim had bought, one he couldn't possibly remove on his own. A plug that made it entirely up to his owner, in this case Jim, when he'd be allowed to sit on the toilet and have a poo.

No, Lasse corrected himself, A slave wouldn't poo sitting on a toilet. He'd have to use a bucket or poo in the garden, well out of sight of his owner.

"Yes, ma… Jim," Lasse said and had to quickly adjust from his fantasy back to reality. He had almost called Jim 'Master'.

"Let's get rid of this nasty water and then we can switch the small teaser plug for the real thing."

Jim poured the bucket of filthy water into the toilet and flushed it, then fished out the medium buttplug from the sink in the vanity. He placed it upright next to the sink and they washed their hands.

"Whenever you do something like this, I mean, pushing plugs into your arse, make sure both your hands and the plug is clean first. You really don't want bacteria to get into your body through your back door," Jim said and cleaned the plug using soap again.

Instead of having the boy bend over in the unfinished bathroom, he told him to go to the study. He followed him, watched how the black disc was still stuck in place in the middle of the two butt cheeks, close to the boy's thighs. Lasse got onto the mattress on all fours and Jim gently pulled the plug halfway out then pushed it a bit back in again.

"I'm loosening your hole a little, Lassie, the medium plug is a bit wider at the end, about the same as the widest point of this little baby plug. When it moves freely, it'll be time to quickly make the switch, though you should always do it like I'm going to and only push the very tip of the new plug into your arse at first."

"Don't put too much on it, you put much more than what's really needed on this one."

"Uh," Lasse said and felt how the small plug slid mostly effortlessly back and forth. It felt like he was being gently fucked, much gentler than Matt had ever fucked him, and it actually felt quite nice, "Uh-huh, I guess so."

When Lasse handed the buttplug back, Jim took it and in a fluid motion, he pulled the smallest buttplug fully out and before Lasse's arse could tighten back up, he pushed the very tip of the medium buttplug in. He discarded the starter buttplug, let it fall to the mattress and focused on the longer and wider plug.

"Tell me straight away if it gets too uncomfortable," Jim said and pushed a bit harder on the rubbery and slippery plug, sending it a bit further into the young boy's butt.

"'Tis all good for now. It feels a bit like when Matt stuck his in, only you're doing it much slower than he did."

"I don't want to go too fast, I can't tell if you're hurting, not like I'd be able to if it was my prick going in. I'll keep it stationary, then you can push back and fuck it into your arse on your own. Not too quickly now, it may only be about the same length as Matt's prick, but it's fatter than his."

Lasse heard the warning but didn't adhere to it, he knew the plug was a bit thicker than Matt's prick, but not by much and the first plug hadn't caused him any problems at all. So he just pushed himself backwards quite forcefully and abruptly, impaling himself fully on the piece of hardened silicone.

"Arrrgh!" He gasped out when the widest section passed through his bum hole, momentarily making it a painful experience, though the sharp pain faded almost immediately when the plug narrowed and his bum could tighten up around the notch.

Jim pushed the base of the plug tightly against Lasse's arse and allowed Lasse's anus ample time to tighten back up and hold the plug in place on its own. The base of this plug wasn't disc-shaped, instead it was an oval, almost a rectangle, as wide as the narrowest part of the plug and protruding about 2.5 cm [c. 1"] from the sides of it. Jim had no idea of why the design was different, he only rotated the plug until the base sat in the crack of Lasse's arse then let go of it.

He observed how Lasse tightened his arse cheeks and pulled the plug just a bit further into his arse, then relaxed for a short moment before he repeated the process.

"Nuh, it'll only take a bit longer to get used to it, I kinda feel like I have to poo."

"Just lie there for a bit, we've no rush," Jim said and caressed one of the smooth arse cheeks gently.

"I will. It's not coming back out until then," Lasse said determinedly and pushed himself up from the mattress. He felt the plug shift inside of him, but it didn't hurt and, much more importantly to him, it stayed put inside his bum. He walked a couple of steps, and though it felt very weird, it wasn't more than he could endure, "Does it show much?"

"It's kind of hard to tell, turn your side to me. Well, it sticks out about half a centimetre [c. 0.2"] from your arse… Maybe your undies and jeans will keep it closer to your body."

"I hope so. I don't want to walk around looking like I've had an accident in my pants."

Chapter 44

"Well, people won't be able to tell something's happening inside your pants, Lassie, they'd have to know the plug is there to notice it."

"I should have known you'd say that. We'll pack up on snacks, have a long dinner and then get ready for bed. Tomorrow will be a very long day and an early one too. We're meeting my parents in front of the self-storage facility at 7 and before that we have to go rent a large trailer."

"Yes, after we've unloaded the trailers here, we'll go to my parents' house for lunch, load up the trailer we're renting with the stuff I have there, come back here to unload and then return the trailer. Finally, I'll install some lamps while you find out if my TV will work with your Xbox."

"If not, we'll find something else to do. I have a box full of Bluray movies, so if nothing else, we can always put on a flick and watch it."

"Remember you need to buy TP and kitchen rolls," Lasse said when they entered the supermarket and Jim picked up a shopping basket.

"While I get the carrots for your snacks, you can go find a package of each of those."

"Yes, you. Go on, this shop isn't so large, if you get lost, just wait for me at the checkouts. That would be those, right over there."

"You'll figure it out. Just find a package with eight rolls of toilet paper and one with four kitchen rolls."

"'K," Lasse said and turned to look at the supermarket. It wasn't the largest one he had ever been to, nowhere like the hypermarket his mum enjoyed driving to for her shopping, but there were still lots of long aisles and he had no clue where he could find the two different kinds of paper tissues. He sort of knew where the sweets would be, and the crisps, all that had really mattered to him when he was dragged out to shop with his mum.

Jim was no help at all, the man had walked away from Lasse and was looking at rye bread. Lasse tried to scan the aisles, couldn't see what he needed from where he was and began moving. He searched high and low as he ventured further into the supermarket, randomly selecting an aisle and when an opening appeared in the shelves on one side of it, he went that way.

It's like a maze! Lasse thought, and went left again and could see Jim standing at the far end of the aisle, in front of him, now looking at vegetables. There was canned foodstuff in the aisle, and pasta, rice, and other dried foods, certainly no tissues of any kind.

He turned 180 degrees and walked away from Jim, and the shelves on the left hand side of the aisle turned into a large upright open fridge with all kinds of meat toppings and cheese. The shelves on the right hand side gave way to freeze boxes, with clear horizontal doors that could be pushed aside if you wanted frozen soup, a frozen pizza or a bag of frozen chips. Seeing the pizzas and chips only reminded Lasse of him being hungry, and he quickly moved on.

A large mesh shelving system with gloves and warm hats, mittens and children's pyjamas' blocked his path forward, and he had to walk around it and suddenly found himself surrounded by large pallets with soft drinks, Coca-Cola, Fanta, and then in quick succession, cheaper variations of local soft drinks, yucky beers and even worse, bottles of red wine.

He turned a corner, and suddenly faced a shelve full of rolls of tinfoil, packets of dishwasher tabs, and further along, baby and toddler diapers, pull-ups, even some for older kids who wet their beds at night. Ladies' personal stuff, like the sanitary pads and the tampons that always made Lasse's cheeks blush, and he hurried past that section. And there, finally, a section with tissues.

There were at least seven different kinds of kitchen rolls, and Lasse didn't know which ones were the better of them; double-layered, triple-layered or quadruple-layered, cheaper or more expensive. Jim had told him to get a package with four rolls and that at least excluded one of them, a package with only one single roll, though it claimed to be a giant roll with enough sheets to equal six ordinary rolls.

Instead of lingering, Lasse finally just grabbed a random package with four kitchen rolls and then turned his attention to the toilet paper. Again, there were many to choose from, but Lasse quickly found a brand he could remember having seen in a commercial and got a package of it.

"Lambi Sensitive? Oh well, I guess only the very best will do for your bum-bum, eh? Right, let's get out of here, I'm getting hungry too."

While they waited in line for the checkout, Lasse checked the shopping basket, it was one of the large ones on wheels, and it was packed quite full of stuff. He was elated to see at least one bag of crisps in it, though he couldn't tell if the basket also held a bag of sweets. If it did, it was hiding somewhere in between the other groceries Jim had amassed.

"It's Friday, Jim," Lasse reminded his older friend and pointed out a large display of pick-your-own-sweets, "And it's 10% off."

"Oh alright, then. Max 200 grams, and be quick about it, there's only two in front of us now."

Lasse quickly began filling sweets into a small paper bag and weighed it every so often, only stopping when the scale said exactly 200 grams and he pushed the button to print the price tag. He put the bag on the conveyor belt only seconds before the divider reached the end of it and he watched the cashier smile at him, scan the bag of sweets and put it on the other conveyor belt. Lasse walked past Jim, and began putting the groceries into the plastic shopping bag the man had bought.

"Okay, next stop, dinner. Where would you like to eat?" Jim asked when they exited the supermarket.

"I'll have to introduce you to better food than pizzas. Once I have a better equipped kitchen, we will cook proper food together, instead of always eating fast food."

"'K, but tonight I want a pizza," Lasse declared and got into the front passenger seat, "Yeeek!"

"No, don't feel sorry for it. It's good. Maybe you will reach level 10 this weekend after all."

"Well, if you don't feel up for it, we can always go for it another time. You're still a young boy, there's no need to be rushing stuff."

"True. Let's not worry about that now, it's time to see if he's still offering free refills."

Lasse did have three glasses of Sprite, and his usual Hawaiian style pizza, before they went back to Jim's house. He went to pee and Jim joined him.

"Brush your teeth while I wash out the wax from your hair. You're using far too much of that greasy stuff," Jim told him when they had finished draining their bladders.

"Maybe so, but you only need about ¼ of what you used to accomplish that. Hold your head over the sink."

"Nah, if only you keep your head bent right over, I won't get your clothes wet at all."

This would be so much easier if only we could get into the shower. I really ought to wait until next weekend, but I think I'll get started tiling on Sunday. I can do the walls first, then the floor after, Jim thought while he began washing Lasse's rather sticky hair.

"Are we going to bed after this?" Lasse asked, momentarily taking the toothbrush out of his mouth.

"Yes. There isn't much we can do tonight, other than provide our own entertainment. Maybe that's why people got so many kids in the olden days, when it got dark out, the only thing they could do together was to make love."

"I'll put it back in when I'm done. If you want to, you can sleep with it tonight."

"It might make you all bloated, I don't know if you can pass gas with it blocking your arse hole."

Lasse giggled, "I can. It makes me fart all of the time. I've farted like four or five times already. Twice in the supermarket."

"Was that you? I thought their fish had gone bad. Anyway, it'll probably be okay, then. Tomorrow, though, you'll have to go without until we get back here from my parents'."

"Right, don't move now, let me towel your hair before you stand up straight again."

"Me too. And I love you, sweet cheeks. Go get naked, I'll join you right after I've brushed my teeth."

"Tomorrow we will be going to sleep in a real bed," Jim told Lasse when he joined him in the study. The boy was already lying naked on the mattress. He looked to be quite happy, even though he had to know he was about to be sexually abused.

"Nuh-uh, I meant sleeping on a mattress on the floor. At least it's a proper one and not an air mattress."

"Glad you enjoy it, as it is the mattress that will be in my bed after we put the frame back together tomorrow."

"I like that it's so big. I can lie fully stretched out if I lie like this," Lasse lay on his stomach and moved into the centre of the mattress and stretched out diagonally across it.

"You can lie fully stretched out on your side of the bed. You sleep in a junior bed at home, it's less than half the size of this mattress," Jim said, reached over and playfully smacked Lasse's butt.

"Don't worry, I don't like lashing out pain like that. I remember being smacked when I was your age."

"Well. I'm not proud to say this, but I didn't get a whole lot of pocket money when I was 10. I got way less than any of my friends. Anyway, I decided to help myself to some more money from pop's wallet. It went fine the first four or five times until my mam caught me red-handedly. She smacked me on my bare arse ten times very, very hard."

"Yes. It taught me stealing is a very bad thing and I've never stolen anything ever since."

"A lot, though the pain from my red arse cheeks was nothing compared to the embarrassment of knowing I had let down my folks. But it's been so long now, I don't think they remember it any more."

"And, yet you still remember it, aw," Lasse said and scooted over to kiss Jim's cheek, "Ugh, you've gotten all prickly again."

"I know. I've seen dad do it. It doesn't take him long, less than five minutes with his electric razor."

"God forbid that from happening. Move over, for a little kid you sure take up a whole lot of bed space."

"It isn't so cold," Jim said while he took off his clothes. Even so, he still pulled the duvet on top of him and Lasse when he was as naked as the boy.

Man and boy kissed and hugged for a long time, fully enjoyed their close, cosy company lying under the duvet, neither were in any hurry to move on to more thrilling stuff, both were rather content with whispering to each other and gently kissing. As had become their usual, Lasse was on top of Jim, the man lying on his back, and it was the boy who finally, at long last, decided to begin gently humping into the man's lower stomach.

Jim had lain with his hands supporting the back of his head, now moved them to gently grasp hold of Lasse's buttocks, and the tip of his fingers nudged against the rubbery base of the plug buried inside the boy's butt. He traced the base, felt the slight wetness from the surprisingly still quite slippery lube Lasse had used to make the plug slip inside of him hours earlier, and he let his fingers move to the end of the base and gently pushed at it.

Lasse humped harder into Jim's relaxed belly when he felt the plug in his bum move. It felt oddly nice when the plug moved just a bit deeper into his bum before it was stopped by the flexible base and was pushed back out until the wider part of the plug stopped the outwards movement. Again, Lasse felt the plug being pushed inside of him, in time with his humping. Every time he was about to hump down into Jim, Jim pushed at the plug, making him hump harder.

This feels good, Lasse thought and moaned softly from the feelings generated inside his bum and from the way his hard prick was rubbing through Jim's treasure trail and into the springy muscle tissue underneath it.

Jim sensed the transition Lasse was going through, no longer was the boy content with simply kissing and the cosiness from doing so, he was slowly building up to his orgasm, and sped up both his humping and his breathing. The moans escaping from the boy's still kissing lips picked up in volume too, though they were still quite soft and rather sweet to listen to.

Jim kept silent, he didn't want to interrupt his lover boy's moment by talking to him. He only pushed at the plug, then eased off and pushed again, repeatedly and only very gradually upping the tempo. It was like he had found the remote control for Lasse's hips, every time he pushed down on the plug, the boy would flex his thigh muscles, drive his hips forwards and ground his hard prick into Jim's stomach.

He toyed with the boy exactly three times, and delayed the push by a second, or pushed the plug back in as soon as the springy base moved it back out.

"No, don't," Lasse gasped, annoyed with the interference and Jim obeyed silently, fell back into the rhythm and helped the boy get closer towards his climax. He considered prolonging the time it would take for Lasse to cum, but knew there'd be no stopping him unless he'd physically restrain the boy.

Lasse's young, he can cum twice or thrice in very little time. It's only a matter of keeping the fire burning, Jim thought and only a minute later he heard Lasse start squealing from joy. He pushed the plug deep into the boy, as deep as it would go and held it there throughout Lasse's kiddy orgasm.

Instead of allowing Lasse to relax after his cum, Jim carefully turned over and brought the boy with him. He ended up lying on his knees and elbows, keeping most of his weight off the smallish boy. He ignored the still flexing little prick, knew it would likely be much too sensitive for Lasse to withstand any touching of it, however gentle it might be, so soon after his orgasm, and instead he focused on the boy's nipples.

Lasse gasped when he felt both his nipples being pinched hard, then rubbed by Jim's fingers. His heart was pounding madly inside his chest, but he wasn't allowed to rest. His prick remained hard when Jim sought out his lips and kissed him with a passion that far surpassed any of the previous kisses that evening. It was only a short kiss, then Jim pushed himself up, until he sat on his knees alone and quickly picked up Lasse's legs.

Jim folded Lasse's legs up above the boy, held them there using only one hand behind the boy's knees and reached for the buttplug. It didn't take much pulling on it to dislodge it from the boy, leaving the arse hole slightly spread open. He quickly wiped off most of the lube left outside the dilated and relaxed hole and began licking at and into it. Soon Jim pushed first one and then two fingers into Lasse's bum and the boy didn't complain at all when he began sucking on the still stiff little hard-on.

"It feels like you'll be able to take my prick tonight, Lassie," Jim said after two minutes of sucking Lasse's prick and finger-fucking the lad, "Your hole feels so relaxed."

Lasse was about to agree to it when he remembered the rules of the game. It wasn't until the 9th level that he had to let Jim fuck his bum so he could become level 10 and he had only just reached level 8. Even if Jim fucked him now, Lasse wouldn't complete level 9, he had to complete level 8 first. It meant he had to have the biggest buttplug inside his bum for at least two hours before Jim could stick his prick into his bum hole.

"Tomorrow," Lasse said in a voice so hoarse and soft Jim couldn't make out what he said.

Lasse cleared his throat and tried to build up a bit of spit. His mouth felt so dry from the heavy breathing and moaning he had been doing while he humped himself to orgasm.

"Tomorrow," Lasse repeated, somewhat louder, "You can do it tomorrow evening. After I've had the big plug in my bum for two hours."

"Deal!" Jim agreed and went back to sucking Lasse's prick and finger-fucking the lad with more powerful thrusts. He kept it up until Lasse's moans turned hoarser again and he finally squealed out his second orgasm in less than ten minutes.

"Let's go to sleep now," Jim said after he had gently reinserted the black medium-sized buttplug into Lasse's bum.

"No, I'll wait until tomorrow evening. I'll pump your little arse full of my spunk, then plug it right up so you won't spill any of it during our first night sleeping together in a proper bed."

"'K," Lasse agreed, somewhat relieved he didn't have to do anything but put on his night t-shirt before going to sleep. The two orgasms, almost back to back, had pretty much completely worn the young boy out.

Chapter 45

"We have to leave in twenty minutes. Go take out the plug and sit on the loo for a bit," Jim said to Lasse early the next morning after the two of them had eaten breakfast.

Lasse heard what Jim told him and nodded. Then he was told to put the buttplug with the other two plugs and the bottles of lube behind the loose riser Jim had found at the bottom of the stairs.

He made it look like he did all of what Jim told him to, but secretly he left the plug sitting right where it was in his bum hole. Where it had sat all night long. He had grown used to having it inside of him and it didn't hurt at all, on the contrary it made him feel somewhat excited knowing he did something he wasn't meant to.

When they left, Lasse made sure to sit in the car seat exactly like he'd always done without reacting to the buttplug being driven quite hard further into his bum.

They went to the same filling station Lasse's parents used and while Jim filled out the paperwork for renting a large box trailer, Lasse filled the car with petrol. Jim backed up to the trailer with Lasse's help, hitched it up and they drove to the self-storage facility where Jim had a unit. Here was the furniture Jim's ex-girlfriend hadn't allowed into their shared house, and the furniture he had been given or had bought cheaply during the time he had lived at his parents' house.

"There's a full sized dining table with eight chairs, a sofa that can be turned into a bed, my two lazy chairs, coffee table, book cases, shelves and the office desk I've made myself, plus lots of other things," Jim explained when he made the turn into the storage facility's parking lot, "And there are my parents. My mam's name is Kirsten and my pop is Ole."

Jim honked the car horn twice and gave his father time to pull up behind him, before he punched in the pin for the gate into the facility. Both cars and trailers made it through the gate and they parked in front of the shutter door to Jim's unit.

Lasse got out of the car when Jim did, he was a lot more interested in seeing what was hiding behind the shutter door rather than meeting Jim's parents, but managed to smile somewhat shyly at the two elderly people exiting their car.

"You must be Lasse," Jim's father, Ole, said and almost prompted Lasse to respond with a "Duh!" as there weren't any other people around at the time. But he managed to keep himself in check.

"Yes, sir. Good morning," He respectfully said instead and turned his attention to the rattling noise from the door Jim was opening.

"He sure is polite for being a gang member," Ole whispered to Kirsten, but still loud enough for both Lasse and Jim to hear him.

"Mam! I told you Lasse isn't a gang member. Pop, don't trust everything she tells you."

"I'm sorry, Lasse," Kirsten told the boy, then looked at Jim, "The way you described him made it sound like he was… Well, that Lasse was having problems or issues."

"The only problem Lasse has right now," Ole said, "is figuring out what to make of you, Kirsten. Don't worry, lad, my wife is a quite nice and warm person once you get to know her."

"Your mum thought I'm in a gang?" Lasse asked Jim quietly. They were headed for Jim's house and the storage unit had been fully emptied, the contents distributed onto the two trailers and into the two cars.

"I told her I was helping your parents get you back on your feet, but my mam only ever hears the things she wants to hear. Like a certain other person I know."

"I know what you did, Lassie. You didn't take out the plug this morning. It's a good thing it was only me standing behind you when you bent right over to pick up the lamp shade."

"Don't worry about it now. I'm not angry with you, but from now on I want you to do the things I say, even if they don't make much sense to you at the time. I didn't want you to run around with the plug inside your arse today, simply because it's too risky. It isn't that I don't want you to have a little fun or feel nice, though I can't understand why you'd enjoy having something stuck in your arse.

"It doesn't when you're standing or walking and people only catch a glimpse of you, but my folks have been around you for an hour and a half now, and it'll be even longer than that before we'll be alone again."

"No. The only place where you'd have enough privacy for doing so would be at my folks' house. It would only be even more obvious if you kept it in your pocket rather than leaving it in your arse," Jim said and grinned at Lasse, "You didn't answer my question, though."

"Hmm, I hope it's only due to the deep rinsing yesterday and not because you're constipated."

"Good. Either way, you'll flush yourself out again when we get back from my folks' and then we'll work in the big one."

With four people, though two of them were rather short, Jim's mother was only 155 cm [5'] tall and Lasse even shorter than that, it didn't take them long to empty the two cars and the trailers. Jim tried to keep up with every last one of his boxes, so he could explain where they were supposed to go, but had to focus on helping his father carry in the heavier pieces of furniture.

Lasse carried the frame for Jim's large queen-sized, or small double, bed into the study all by himself, and the boy couldn't help but boast about it a bit when he saw how much trouble Jim and Ole had with the sofa.

"You took it in piece by piece, you little fool," Jim said lovingly even while his back felt like breaking under the much heavier load, "Put that one in the kitchen for now, mam. I don't know what's in it, but it's either kitchen stuff or for the utility room."

"I'll help you," Lasse volunteered and when Jim and Ole had finally cleared the hallway, he grabbed hold of one end of the box and walked backwards to the kitchen. As soon as they had the box stowed away against the long wall of the kitchen, the boy skipped back out to the box trailer. He tried to pick up the next box on his own.

"Oorf," he gasped when it turned out to be much heavier than the one he had just helped Kirsten take in. He tried once more, but had to stop when the strain he put on his stomach muscles was enough to make the plug in his bum shift outwards. He read the label on the box.

"Jim can take this one in," Lasse told Kirsten, "It's full of old comic books, and it's heavy!"

"I told him not to put too many of them into one box, but he wouldn't listen. Let's push it over here so we can get to the next one," Kirsten suggested.

The box full of comic books was waiting for Jim and his father when they came back out and the two men helped each other carry it into the house.

When the trailers were emptied, and most of the furniture and boxes had been placed in the right rooms, they left for Jim's parents' house.

When they got there, Lasse kept well back when he saw Bella. The dog was beyond happy, she was very excited and yipped and jumped up against Jim. At least she did so until she noticed Lasse. In less than a second, much quicker than Jim or anyone else could call her back, she vaulted herself at the boy.

Bella outweighed Lasse by at least 10 kg [22 lbs.] and most of her weight was pure muscles, and if Lasse should've tried to run from her, which he didn't have the time to consider, he wouldn't have gotten very far, even if his heart had been fully functional. Fortunately, Bella wasn't a vicious dog, she was a very loving dog and she loved kids more than anything. As loving as she was, she still bumped into Lasse who fell backwards and landed hard on his bum before he was pushed further back by the dog.

Jim had to tug hard on Bella's collar to pull her away from Lasse, and only managed to do so after she had licked the boy's face plenty of times.

"I'll take her for a walk," Ole said, "I didn't have time to walk her before we left this morning."

Lasse put Jim's clothes into two boxes and did it carefully, like Jim had told him to, so they wouldn't wrinkle more before he could get them to his own house. Jim had a hot iron and an ironing board, but he absolutely hated ironing his clothes. The boxes of clothing were easily put into the box trailer, as were the ones with Jim's bedding and towels, but there was even more stuff to be moved from there to Jim's house than Jim had anticipated.

"Well, you need a freezer and we have two. We won't need more than one with you moving out now. You also need a fridge and a washing machine, and you could sure use a new cooker, but we can't give you ours. Instead, we want you to have this," Kirsten said and handed Jim an envelope.

"Mam, you shouldn't have," Jim exclaimed when he had a look at the gift certificate inside the envelope.

"No, but we wanted to. Spend it wisely," Ole said. He had just returned with Bella and accepted the hug from his son.

Jim showed Lasse the gift certificate to a big electronics chain and the boy had to read it twice to believe his eyes. It was for 10,000 kroners [c. £1200/$1500].

"It probably won't be enough for all three things, not if you want quality, but it should at least help you out some."

"Remember you have a lot of finishing touches on the house left to do. They are more expensive than one might think," Ole reminded his son.

When everything, including Jim's new second-hand freezer, had been loaded into the rental trailer, they all sat down to enjoy lunch. Bella sat and watched them until Jim snapped his fingers and she promptly lay down.

"Lasse, what are your parents doing for a living?" Kirsten asked and began her interrogation of the boy.

"Dad's a policeman and mum's a social worker with the city office. They're in Oslo now."

"Yes. They wanted some alone time to fall back in love," Lasse said the first part indifferently, but continued in a firmer voice, "I sure hope dad brought lots of condoms so they won't bring home a baby!"

Kirsten coughed, Ole chuckled and Jim could only look down at his plate while he blushed.

At least Kirsten's nosy interrogation of Lasse ended with that statement. The conversation picked up again but was kept strictly to Jim's new house.

Chapter 46

When man and boy left the elderly couple's house, they were alone in the car. Jim had left Bella behind and wasn't planning on bringing her to his house before he had completely finished the downstairs level. With the gift certificate and the freezer from his parents, he'd be able to buy all of the inner doors for the money he had been saving for the appliances. And until he had installed the doors, he didn't want Bella to come to his house.

I want to be able to make love to Lasse and have hot sex with Matt, without Bella watching us, Jim thought, and tonight, oh I can't hardly wait, I'll be making love to the sweetest boy ever!

"She had only just started with her twenty questions and you stopped her before she could even get to the second."

"When you said that about you hoping your dad hadn't forgotten to bring rubbers with him."

"Never mind. Think you can help me with the freezer? Though I borrowed the handtruck we can't tip it too much or it'll have to remain unplugged for days."

"Great. It's the only thing that's real heavy. If we take it in through the back, we can probably slide it most of the way to where I want it in the utility room. We'll only have to lift it clear of two doorsteps."

It was a lot harder than Jim had made it sound and he had to do most of the lifting on his own as Lasse just didn't have the strength to be of much help. But, eventually, the freezer ended up in the utility room and when Jim plugged it in and switched it on, the compressor happily started. The two carried in the boxes and other things from the trailer, and returned it to the filling station.

"Let's put the bed together now," Jim suggested when they were back at his house, "It won't take us long and we can hook up your Xbox to the TV after."

"And then, we can push in the largest plug and play FIFA for a couple of hours," Lasse stated excitedly.

The frame for the bed was quickly put back together with Lasse's help and when they had made it ready for the night with new bedding, Lasse went to the toilet. While the boy sat on the loo, Jim hung the TV on the wall and hooked up the Xbox to it. He had to put in new batteries in the remote for the TV, but then it turned on without a hitch.

"Good news," Jim said when he checked up on the boy, "The game's loaded and connected to the Internet. The ping is a little higher than at your house, but it shouldn't be too bad for us to play."

Jim handed the towel to Lasse who wiped his rear end before getting off the toilet.

"Nah, long as you won't get too cold. We'll order dinner tonight, just stay out of sight in the lounge when it's delivered."

Lasse walked to the lounge wearing only his socks and jumper, and carrying the towel, all three buttplugs and the smallest bottle of lubrication. He could hear the sounds from FIFA '17 on the TV but for once he wasn't interested in playing the electronic footy game. Not right then. He lined up the three plugs on the coffee table and had to take in a long breath of air when he realised it wouldn't be long until all of them would be pushed into his bum hole, one after another.

After placing the towel on the seat of the sofa he got onto it on all fours and presented his bum to Jim.

"Okay, my love," he said in a near whisper and picked up the smallest plug. He dabbed a bit of lube on Lasse's bum hole and carefully inserted the black plug.

Lasse felt the cold silicone plug almost effortlessly slide fully into him while Jim played with his prick. The man left the plug alone, it sat in the little bum on its own but he didn't stop fiddling with the flaccid prick until it had turned into a firm stiffy. Lasse breathed heavily, it was like Jim knew exactly what to do to make him excited. The tugs on his stiff willy and the slight pain from when Jim tugged on his nuts drove him ever closer to crying out from orgasm.

Just before Lasse reached the point of no return, Jim let go of the stiffy and quickly removed the small plug from the boy's bum.

With some more lube, Jim inserted the medium sized plug Lasse had held inside of him for more than a day, drove it home in one continuous motion, then almost as easily pulled it back out with a slurping noise. This time, instead of wanking Lasse's stiffy, Jim held on to the boy's balls, kept them trapped with his left hand's thumb and index finger, and gently fucked the boy's bum hole with the black silicone buttplug.

Jim observed the boy, listened to the sounds he made as well as watched his body language, while he fucked him with the plug and tugged on his nuts. He fine-tuned his actions to the reactions from the boy, picked up speed when Lasse wanted it, and only slowed down when he sensed the boy was getting close again. He considered making the switch to the largest plug without telling, but knew that simply wouldn't go unnoticed.

"Keep your arsehole relaxed when I pull it out, Lassie," he said and a couple of seconds later he did just that, and with a generous amount of lube squeezed directly from the small bottle into the boy's butthole, Jim began to feed the largest plug into Lasse.

This is it! It's really happening, Lasse thought and willed his bum hole to open up even further. Level 10, look out, here I come!

However, almost immediately, he realised it wouldn't be an easy and quick win. His bum hole had to spread much further open than it ever had before to accept the plug inside of him.

"Ouw," he moaned and lurched his body forwards, away from Jim and the much too fat rubbery thing being forced into his back end.

Jim moved with the boy and made sure what little of the largest buttplug had entered wasn't ejected.

"Go back to where you were, Lassie. I won't push any more into you until you're ready for it."

"Give it time and your arse will adapt to it. Just like it did with the other two. Wank your prick for me, get it nice and stiff again."

"Well, that's up to you, Lassie. But, consider this, you've had the medium plug in your arse for well over 24 hours now, there won't be a better or easier time for you to reach the next level," Jim said and grabbed hold of the boy's prick. If Lasse wasn't going to wank it himself, he'd do it for him.

Lasse sighed deeply. The initial pain from his bum had dwindled some, though he could easily tell the cold plug was still spreading it further open than the medium had.

"Don't you want to reach the next level?" Jim asked while he fondled the boy's prick.

Jim sat back when Lasse clutched his fingers around the fat black buttplug's base and he watched in silence as the boy carefully moved off the couch and gingerly squatted low on the floor. The boy stopped moving when the base of the plug touched the floor.

Lasse heaved in a couple of deep breaths then relaxed his leg muscles momentarily. Almost immediately his bum hole objected to the foreign object moving deeper into it and he halted the downwards motion of his body. It was a tiny fraction easier for him since he could accurately predict when the painful sensations would set in and was able to lessen them immediately when needed.

It took him more than five minutes to take half of the monster plug into his bum; it had felt little worse than being constipated as he hadn't gone any faster than his bum hole could keep up with the ever increasing girth of the plug slowly moving into him. There was only one problem, Lasse wasn't used to squatting so low for such a long period of time.

The problem was made worse when he realised he couldn't shift his position too much. The first time he tried to shift his weight he pushed out part of the slippery plug and he had to work it back in just as slowly as the first time. When he had to shift another time he hissed out from the pain of the plug moving far too quickly into him.

All in all, it took Lasse 14 long minutes to work the largest buttplug into his little bum and he could feel his sphincter gripping firmly onto the narrower part of it. His troubles were however far from gone. Not only had the large buttplug taken up all the available space inside of his rectum, it was also stretching it a bit beyond its previous size.

Lasse's bum impulsively and immediately tried to expel the mass inside of it but was effectively prevented from doing so due to the design of the buttplug. Not one to be defeated on its first try, Lasse's bum tried again. And then even harder.

"Ow, ooh, eehh," Lasse grunted every time his entire midsection cramped up. His bum felt full, like he seriously needed the toilet. No, it feels like I'm in the middle of the friggin' poo of a life time!

Though he tried to stop his bowel movement, he found it was impossible to do so. He had no control of his bum and he could only sit there on his haunches and hug his knees tight when the next cramp hit him. He felt the plug shift inside of him, it moved outwards but was stopped yet again when his bum hole just couldn't spread open wide enough for the plug to be pushed out.

"Oooooh," he gasped miserably after his body had tried to evict the intruder with a series of cramps. The plug was still lodged deep inside of his bum; it hadn't moved more than a single centimetre [c. ½"] during the worst of the cramps, only to be pulled right back inside after the cramp stopped. And then another cramp had been triggered.

"Are you okay, Lassie?" Jim asked worriedly. He could see the sweat on the squatting boy's forehead and the half-naked boy was visibly trembling from the prolonged and quite unsuccessful bowel movement.

Lasse didn't respond at all, he sat as if he was frozen in place on the parquet floor he had so carefully installed along with Matt. Most of his weight was on the plug, his feet only acted as supports by then.

"I finally did it! It's in me," the boy whispered, "Oh shit, it's fucking humongous!"

Jim got up from the sofa and carefully picked Lasse up from the floor. Gingerly, he placed him on the sofa, still curled up.

"Ungh!" Lasse groaned, "I'll never get used to this. How much longer 'til I can take it out?"

"Six? Sheesh," Lasse shook his head and when he felt his bum cramp up yet again, "I won't make it."

"Try to focus on something else. You obviously can't push it back out on your own, so try to relax."

"RELAX? You're crazy mad, you should try it yourself, then we'll see if you can relax, Ugh!"

"Thanks for the offer, Lassie, but it's your toy. I bought it only for you, not us. And now it's been 7 minutes. You're doing just fine," Jim said soothingly and stroked Lasse's thigh.

"Oh, I have an idea. Don't move, and don't take out the plug. I'll be right back."

"I'm not leaving you, I only have to get a few things from the kitchen. I won't be long."

Jim walked to the kitchen where for some unknown reason his lightweight, foldable and highly portable massage table had been placed. It was the size of a large suitcase when folded up, weighing in at just below 10 kg [c. 22 lbs]. He had to rummage through a couple of boxes until he finally located his massage oils.

I never imagined I'd be needing these again, Jim thought when he checked the aromatic oils. He had three of them, though only the jojoba oil seemed to have survived the long hibernation in his storage unit. I sure hope Lasse will like the scent of it.

He brought the massage table and oil back to the lounge where Lasse was still lying on his side on the sofa.

"This is my massage table, I'm going to give you a massage. Like when I massaged your shoulders in the bath at your house, only this time it'll be a proper massage with oil. It should help you relax."

"I don't think you can do anything for that to happen. Not with this humongous plug stuck in my bum. It feels like I'm in the middle of a never-ending poo. A real tough one too."

"You have an hour and 47 minutes left to go. You can make it, Lasse, I know you can if you let me help you. As soon as I've set up this table you'll feel like you're in heaven."

"Gurrrh… 'S not like I have a choice. I can't poop it out and when I tried to yank it out my fingers slipped."

Chapter 47

If Lasse was a cat he'd be purring, Jim was happy the massage seemed to be diverting the boy's thoughts from the massive plug stuck inside of his little bum. It hadn't taken him long to set up the massage table, it had taken far longer for the boy to finally relax and just lie face down on the table.

Jim had started out with light touches, then as Lasse's muscles began relaxing, he had switched to deep tissue massaging the boy. The jojoba oil made things a whole lot easier than the last time he had massaged the boy's shoulders and the scent from it seemed to have a pacifying effect on Lasse.

He's only tensing up every 3 or 4 minutes now and the cramps don't seem as intense as they were half an hour ago.

"Not as bad. It still makes me feel like pooing all the time," Lasse said quietly, then added, "And I need to pee real soon."

"Okay then. Right, you can hop off the table now and have a quick pee. I'll continue with your front when you're done."

Back on the table, Lasse tried to relax again but found it to be harder as the plug was now being pushed deeper into his butt. He couldn't keep it from doing so, unless he tensed his thighs, buttocks and stomach and lifted his butt clear off the table, and Jim wouldn't let him do that.

"You have to relax, Lassie. I can't massage your muscles if you keep tightening them. My fingers are no match for your bulging thigh muscles."

"May well be so, but I still can't massage you properly," Jim said and was pleased to hear Lasse giggle instead of grunting painfully from the strain the plug had put on his arse hole. He must be getting used to it, otherwise he wouldn't smile. Oh, there we go!

"That's a boy. Good job, Lassie. Now, keep your thigh relaxed while I work my magic."

"And relaxing, that's the whole point. It's getting close to dinner time, can you go without food for another hour or so?"

"I didn't do it just to be polite, y'know? It was real good and I was starving from working my bum off this morning."

"Thankfully it's still attached to you. It's such a lovely bum, it would be a shame if it came off."

"Not until I've given it a proper licking. I'll be able to stick all of my tongue in your arse when the plug comes out."

Lasse didn't ask for the massive plug to come out when the two hour limit ran out. When the time was up, he was happily eating the pizza that had just been delivered.

"Whoops," he muttered in surprise and no less regret when a piece of pineapple fell from his slice of pizza. Before he could catch the piece, it struck his chest, fell further down to bounce off his flaccid penis and landed on the seat between his naked thighs. He quickly glanced at Jim to see if the man had noticed what had happened before he looked down at the small square piece of pineapple again.

"You're not eating that," Jim warned when the boy picked up the piece. He knew how much Lasse loved pineapples.

"It's covered with bacteria now. Look, it left a stain on your jumper and it's been years and years since the upholstery of the chair you're sitting on was last cleaned. Throw it in the bin."

"You should clean the upholstery," Lasse said when he reluctantly slid off the chair so he could get rid of the piece of pineapple Jim thought was too dirty to eat. It was still warm and looked okay to Lasse, even so he put it in the bin under the kitchen sink.

"You should learn how to eat without spilling half of the food in your lap. You're too old for wearing a bib."

"Boy, am I glad I'm not a little kid anymore," Lasse got back onto his chair after checking the seat for cleanliness.

After dinner they brushed their teeth and went back to the lounge. Jim sat on the sofa and pulled Lasse on top of his lap.

Just then Lasse's phone chirped twice and the boy was gone from Jim's lap before he had a chance to tell him to ignore the phone.

Matt

hah! cu in 10

hi lasse i came 3rd in all qali heats! 2moro i swim ¼ finals

grats! I at jims now. mum n dad in norway for weekend

While Lasse was busy fiddling with his phone, Jim went to the kitchen. When he had searched for the massage oils, he had found an old package of Viagra and there were two of the blue pills left in it. He swallowed one of them with a drink of water.

"That was Matt," Lasse stated excitedly when Jim returned to the lounge, "He's going to swim in the quarter finals tomorrow. All three of them!"

"That's impressive! Tell him to keep up the great work and turn off your phone."

Matt

jim sais keep up gr8 werk, gotta go now

i will. have fun wif jim ;)

"Now, where were we?" Jim asked when Lasse had finally turned off his phone and sat back on his lap.

Lasse kissed Jim, like he had never done anything but kiss the man. It took his mind off the massive plug pushing at his innards and he almost forgot about it. At least until a couple of minutes had passed and Jim reached down and fiddled with the base protruding from his bum hole.

"I think it's time to see if we can get this bad boy back out of you," Jim managed to say in between two kisses.

"'K," Lasse agreed, I know it's gonna hurt but it can't stay in my bum forever. I can't poo with it in me, that's for sure!

"Cool!" Jim got up from the sofa and carried Lasse to the study where the newly assembled bed awaited them, "Don't worry, we won't be going to sleep so soon. I only want for our first time of properly making love to take place in a real bed."

"Finally? You make it sound like you've been waiting for years for it to happen. We only met a month ago, I've had girlfriends I didn't get to fuck until after 6 and 7 months of dating."

"Hah! I didn't know I was still hot for boys until I met you, Lassie. You were the spark that reignited my lust. Let's see how we can get this plug back out of you. If you push down hard, I'll give it a gentle tug."

"You better wipe it off first, my fingers kept slipping when I tried it myself."

Jim used some sheets of the kitchen roll to wipe the base of the plug as best as he could and then worked his fingers in between the two prongs and Lasse's bum.

"'K," Lasse agreed and hefted in a deep breath of air. When his lungs were filled he bore down with all of his might. He could feel the plug shift inside of him as Jim pulled on it, "Ouch! Ouw, easy! It hurts."

Jim had a closer look at Lasse's anus, it was pulled taught and moved outwards along with the plug still trapped inside. It seemed downright impossible to remove the plug from the boy's arse.

It's going to be one hell of a fight anyway, Jim realised. "Okay, relax for a moment. I need to figure out how to do this the right way."

Lasse was about to ask if the man was serious about not knowing how to get the plug back out of his bum, but stopped himself when he realised he didn't really want to know the answer to his question. If they were unable to remove it on their own, he'd have to be taken to the emergency room.

Meanwhile, Jim googled for how to safely remove a buttplug. The instructions he found sounded easy.

"Seems like we were doing the right thing. You need to push down like before while I pull gently on the plug. You'll have to do most of the work on your own, I'm only to keep the plug from going back in."

"I can't do it like this though. I'm not used to pooing when I'm lying on my hands and knees."

"You're right. Hmm, sit up on your haunches. Like you did when you sat on the plug. Only this time, you'll be pushing it back out."

Lasse moved off the bed and squatted on the floor in front of it instead. Jim sat on the floor too, behind Lasse, and grabbed hold of the resisting plug. While Lasse moaned and bore down, Jim held onto the plug and used two of his fingers to help spread the boy's anus enough for the plug to push out through.

"When it starts to move through your hole you'll have to take it easy, Lasse. You can't just shoot it out or it might tear your rectum. One more time like that, it's nearly there."

Lasse gasped pitifully and bore down again, harder this time. He wanted this to be the last time he had to push and the last time he'd experience the pain from his bum hole being so violently spread open, "Arnnghhh! Oh shit, it hurts so much."

"If you're sure it's alright, then yes. I'd love to make love to you, my sweet boy."

"I licked it better, you mean. Your arse is so very tasty it's hard to describe in words."

"I know what my bum tastes like already," Lasse scrunched up his nose in disgust, "Not very nice!"

"I disagree. There's nothing better than a fully dilated and clean hole I can stick my tongue in. The plug really helped loosening everything down here."

"Uh, will you get real angry with me if I don't want that plug back in my bum again?"

"No, I'd never be angry with you, Lassie. If you really don't want to, I'm not going to ask you to do that ever again."

"Well, I only meant tonight. Maybe some time in the future I'll want it back in my bum, only not tonight."

Jim could feel the effects the Viagra had on his body, his prick seemed harder than ever before and was more than ready for entering the warm cavity his tongue had explored some of.

Not like I needed the added stimulant, but it'll make me able to fuck him for an hour if not two. I only hope his arse can cope, he thought while he gently rearranged the boy on his bed, I'll start out with him on his back. That way I can see his face and tell if he's hurting too much.

He put some of the cold lube on his prick head and smeared it evenly around it. Lovingly, he picked up Lasse legs and doubled the boy over. Regrettably the boy was too short for them to kiss while they were making love, at least in this position; but Jim wanted to be in full control and with Lasse lying on pretty much only his shoulders, the boy wouldn't be able to do anything but lie there and take it.

There was nothing left to be said, and Jim shuffled a little closer to Lasse and slipped his prick into his young lover boy. It went in easily, far easier than when it had went into Matt, and Jim pushed more of it inside of Lasse. He did it slowly, he was in no hurry to cum, Lasse wasn't going anywhere until 7:45 Monday morning and it was only about a quarter to 9 Saturday evening.

"I'm only about halfway in now. It might hurt for a bit if I fuck you any deeper than this."

"Okay," Jim didn't bother argue with Lasse. If the boy wanted all of his prick, then that was precisely what he'd get.

What Lasse didn't know, and Jim didn't tell him, was that in this position, Jim's prick would go even deeper into his bum than it had ever been in Matt's.

"Ow," Lasse gasped quietly when he felt Jim's prick go even further into his bum than the large black buttplug had. I'm not going to ask him to stop, if Matt did this, I can too. Matt didn't have the humongous plug in his bum, like I did. Ow, how much more can he push in me?

Lasse checked with his fingers, he could easily reach his bum, but couldn't do much else, due to how he lay on the bed.

"It feels like I've bottomed out in your arse, sweetie," Jim said and gyrated his hips while he pushed ever so gently into his small boyfriend, "No, there's room for more, I think."

Lasse loudly gasped again when Jim's prick suddenly moved further inside of him.

"Well, you had better get used to it, pretty boy. It feels so nice and tight around my prick head now," Jim said and pushed the rest of his prick inside Lasse's arse, "I'll leave it sitting here for a while before I go on."

"You can do it now," Lasse said after a minute, "It's still weird, but it doesn't hurt."

"Okay. I want you to tell me if it starts hurting or you want to stop before I've finished. I'm able to fuck you for a lot longer than Matt and I know my prick is a lot bigger than his boy prick."

"I wasn't bragging, only telling you the truth. Right, here we go. First a little bit out and then back in. How's that?"

"Try to ignore it," Jim said without stopping, "it's better for your arse to be well lubricated rather than too dry."

"Oh, dear God. Isn't that a lovely picture you just painted? And now of all times."

"Okay, let's make grandpa eat a bit faster shall we?" Jim said and upped the tempo.

Lasse giggled, "He'd have to use a straw now. He wouldn't be able to get the spoon from the bowl to his mouth in time."

"Uh," Lasse had to concentrate on the sensation for a moment, "Not too bad. I thought your prick was going to hurt me a whole lot, but it isn't."

"No, I wouldn't fuck your arse if it would be too painful for you. Let me add some more length."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," Lasse moaned when the prick in his bum moved quite a long ways out before it was driven back into him.

Jim happily continued fucking the little boy. He focused on the sounds from their love making, the never-ending slurping and cute moans from the boy, his own somewhat laboured breathing and the sensation of his prick moving in and out of Lasse.

"Let 'er rip, boy. It's only my prick pumping air into your arse, it's perfectly normal."

Chapter 48

Jim fucked Lasse for 15 straight minutes before the boy complained about his muscles cramping.

"Okay. Let's get into another position then. How about you get on all fours again? I'll stand on the floor and take you from behind."

"Nah, I quite like having your prick move in and out of my bum. If you can do it faster, I think I'll get off from it, too."

"Challenge accepted. I'm getting kind of close myself, but I'll fuck you until my prick falls off if that's what it'll take to make you cum from being fucked in the arse."

"I don't think it will. It may get chafed and go all red, but I'll fuck your sweet arse for as long as you want me to and as often as you'll let me."

"You'll never have to push any of the plugs into you again. I'll throw them out and prepare your arse for fucking by other means."

"No, don't get rid of them. I truly like the medium one, it felt sick walking around the supermarket without anyone being able to tell it was sitting in my bum."

"Let's make a deal then, you tell me when you feel like having your arse plugged and I'll tell you if you can. One thing however, you're not going home with your arse plugged up, and you're never wearing one for school either."

"Aw, well alright. Then I want to wear the medium one every time I hang out with you."

"Right, turn around and spread those cute buns of yours wide open. My prick is itching to get back inside of you."

They fucked for another 30 minutes that evening, Jim came after 8 minutes of power fucking Lasse's arse in an attempt to bring the boy to his first climax. Still, it wasn't until another 4 minutes had passed that Lasse finally was able to loudly squeal his joy out in the study.

Jim pulled his prick out of the sloppy bum, then lay on his back. If he thought Lasse had finished, he was mistaken, as the boy deftly climbed on top of him and plonked down on his prick. Unlike he had done with Matt, he was facing Jim this time and he let himself fall forwards on top of the man's hairy chest.

"Mmm, hi there," Jim said and strained his neck to steal a kiss from his favourite boy. It wasn't long before he propped up his head with a pillow.

"Nah, just telling you it's nice to lie like this. My bum's stuffed full of your prick and we can kiss at the same time."

"Well, it won't be long until you have to go to sleep. Your mam would kill me if she knew you're still up."

"Oh, I think mum would kill you for a lot of other reasons before she'd worry about me being awake at 10 o'clock on a Saturday. Like us being naked in bed right now and kissing. And fucking," he added and began working his hips slowly back and forth.

"Yeah, oooh, I think I've created a freaking monster by dating you, pretty boy. Haven't you had enough for one night already?"

"Hehehe," Lasse giggled, "Like you'd need something to help your prick get hard. It's always hard when I'm around."

"It's true. Anyway, if you're serious about keeping on going, you'll have to do it a lot faster than you are now. It feels very nice, but it'll never get me off another time."

"Okay," Lasse agreed and sped up his movements. He managed to keep it up for ten minutes, then Jim grew impatient and held the boy firmly in his hands.

"Right, you've ridden me for long enough, Lassie. Let's end on a high, shall we? Lie on your front."

"You'll squeeze me to death if you get on top of me like that. Matt did it that way and it was okay, but he's more my size."

Jim stuck to his word, Lasse lived. His bum felt quite sore when the man finally came deep inside of it and gently withdrew his prick.

It was still stiff, though Jim was too worn out to continue. All he managed to do was walk to the lounge, pick up the medium sized buttplug and return to plug Lasse's bum hole with it.

"There, now you won't leak all over the bed during the night," he informed the sleepy boy.

"You're not wetting my bed, so you'll just have to go in the toilet like all the other big boys do."

"Hmm," Jim hummed and had an idea for a future level. But he kept it to himself and only dragged the lazy boy out of bed and parked him on the loo, "There, go pee now."

Lasse hissed as he emptied his bladder, then while Jim had a pee of his own, he washed his hands, put on his night shirt and went back to bed.

Jim joined him only minutes later and turned off the newly installed bedside lamp.

"I'm going to ready the bathroom walls for tiling while you get started on your studies. How long do you think it'll take to finish your assignments?"

"I don't know. I have to write a horror story. It's due tomorrow and I just can't get started."

"No, well, I had to come up with 9 scary adjectives and I did. They have to be included in the story somehow."

"Abandoned, bloody, creepy, disturbing, evil, forsaken, gruesome, haunting, mean. I can't think of anything to write about using those words and I spent a very long time finding them."

"The words you've found are scary, alright. Abandoned and haunting, hmm. How about a haunted house? Imagine yourself being trapped in a house that turns out to belong to an evil haunting ghost. And write about that. How long does the story have to be?"

"One page. I have to read it in class. It has to have a beginning and a middle and an ending."

"I'll help you get started. One day when I was walking to my friend's house I noticed a house that had never been interesting before. Everyone knew it was abandoned and I can't say what made me look twice at it…"

"Duh! Because you were singing the stupid song in the front yard," Lasse interrupted, "And the big yellow dumpster."

"Ah, but the story isn't about my house. Think of a reason why you'd want to enter a house."

"I can't. I know I'm not s'posed to enter a stranger's house. Let alone talk to strangers."

"And yet, you talked to me. Well, put on your thinking hat and use your imagination. I'll be in the bathroom if you need me."

Jim left Lasse alone. The boy didn't own a thinking hat, instead he bit into the end of his propelling pencil. The rounded eraser cover bore signs of him having done so many a time.

Oh well. Why would anyone want to enter a house when they know they're not s'posed to do so? What would be a good reason to break a rule? It would have to be a real good reason, like seeing someone close to dying or hear screaming. Hey! That's it…

While Lasse scribbled his story in his notebook, Jim began tiling the bathroom floor. He had changed his mind, the walls would be easier to tile than the floor with its slopes, and he'd be able to tile them in the evening after work.

It'll only take me two or three evenings to tile the walls. As for the floor, I'll have to cut a number of tiles to make them fit. I'll start with the tiles in the shower stall, then work my way out from there.

Jim put the square tiles on the concrete floor and marked the ones he had to cut so they would fit snuggly around the drain. When the four tiles had been marked, he brought them to the utility room and found his angle grinder. With a diamond cutting disc installed, he relocated to the backyard and began cutting the tiles to size.

That's one way to royally fuck up a perfectly good tile, he realised minutes later when the first tile broke in half. With a lot more patience, he spent the next hour cutting the remaining three tiles, and found them to be a perfect fit around the circular drain in the shower. 15 minutes later, the fourth and final tile was in place. Now the real fun begins.

"The creepy ghoul looked at me and suddenly I heard a gruesome laugh…" Lasse slowly said out loud while he wrote. This is great! Maybe Oscar will pee his pants.

Jim mixed the cement-like tile adhesive and poured it on the floor, then used a toothed trowel to smoothen it and quickly placed the tiles he had already piled up. The centre of the lowered shower floor was gradually covered with new light grey tiles and Jim began alternating between measuring gaps and cutting tiles to match.

Two hours later, the floor of the shower stall was completely covered with tiles, and a small trim of the same tiles sat on the two walls of the shower. Jim checked his watch and decided to check up on Lasse.

"I think the floor will be done by lunch. I might get started on the walls after we've eaten. Oh, if you need to sit on the loo before lunch, now would be a good time."

"Well, maybe you should give it a try anyway. I'm about to take out the loo so I can put the tiles underneath it. Once it's out, it'll won't be put back in until late afternoon."

"Clever thinking, it'll prepare your arse for my prick if I'll get in the mood for a quick fuck."

"I only meant for the rest of the evening. Yes, you can check it now and leave it on until dinner."

"Cool. I want to see if Matt sent a new text. I'm hoping he made it to the finals."

Matt

r u ok from tusdey

y. wan 2 do it agin? i alone til 530 dad left alredy

ye i com now

w8 til u get here :D

hah! cu in 10

hi lasse i came 3rd in all qali heats! 2moro i swim ¼ finals

grats! I at jims now. mum n dad in norway for weekend

i will. have fun wif jim ;)

we did ;) how did u do

gud fun? 6 in brest :( 4 in free :/ 3 in relay :| gonna swim final in free 1140 and relay 1525

Jim scratched his nape while he tried to decipher the text messages sent back and forth the two youngsters.

"Good for him. But, don't leave messages like this on your phone." Jim said and erased them, typed in a new message for Matt and sent it.

Matt

Hi Matt. Jim here. Please erase the messages history between you and Lasse. I'm not mad, just offering friendly advice. We'll talk when you're home. Good luck in the finals today!

Just when Lasse had erased the single message left on his phone, a new one ticked in.

Matt

hi jim thx n dun

"The messages are still saved in some log out there, but at least now your parents won't be able to see them and ask questions. Better play it safe, right pretty boy?"

"I wish I didn't have to keep secrets from mum and dad," Lasse said with regret in his voice.

"Me too. But, sometimes it's just better if they don't know everything that happens. I doubt they'd let Matt come over to your house if they knew he'd fucked your arse. And if they found out I had fucked you, I'm fairly sure they wouldn't just leave it at that," Jim sighed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to lecture you, we've talked about this before and I trust you."

"It would just be a whole lot easier if they knew," Lasse said, then thoughtfully added, "And just accepted it"

"The acceptance is the tricky part. There's nothing much we can do, other than keep our relationship to ourselves. I don't mind Matt knowing about it, he sort of figured it out on his own, but no one else can ever know. It's tough for me too, I would love to tell my mam that I had found someone truly special to me. Someone I'd like to spend a good deal of my life with, if not the rest of it…"

"What if I don't want to spend the rest of your life with you? I'd be like super old before you died."

"Aw geez, thanks for the wake-up call, sweet cheeks," Jim laughed, "I know, you aren't gay, neither am I. But I am in love with you, I don't know if it's simply because you're a little drop-dead gorgeous cutie pie now and it'll change when puberty turns you into a young man, but until then, I do know I love everything about you."

"Your young eagerness is what I find attractive. Your stubbornness, well, uh… I think it's who you are I like the most, not what you are."

"Okay. Why don't you go take out the buttplug and give your arse a good cleaning? Then I'll treat you like an adult again."

Jim spent a long time in bed with Lasse and treated the boy like he was much older. They only stopped when Lasse's empty stomach forced them to. Jim's sperm just wasn't enough for Lasse, the boy needed solid food to keep growing, and though it was only rye bread with various toppings and a carrot stick, Lasse happily ate it all.

After lunch, Lasse read his story to Jim and after that the two of them worked together to get the rest of the floor in the bathroom tiled.

Chapter 49

"Right, that's about as far as we can get today," Jim stated when he had hooked up the water supply to the toilet again.

"Yes, it needs to dry over-night, then I can grout the tiles. When the grout's dry, it's time for a bit of sealing wax, then the floor is done and over with."

"I'll start on them tomorrow. Hopefully when you come here on Wednesday, the bathroom will be finished. Ready for showering and all."

"I can't offer a shower, but I can offer a sponge bath. Or we can go to your house and bathe."

"Lazybones. Okay, then. If your prick gets hard again, there's no telling what I may do to it."

"I wouldn't trust myself, not around a stiff boy pecker. It just may end up in my mouth."

"That's another thing I like about you," Jim said, "You're always in the mood for sex."

"I'll call him on my phone. I'll put it on speaker so we can both hear what news he has to tell."

"Jim?" Matt's voice rang out from the speaker. Other noises came from the phone as well, sounds from a locker room.

"Well, the best I could this weekend. I didn't get anywhere close to my personal best. Can I come over to you guys when I get home? It'll be around 9. My mum's at work all night long and I really don't want to be alone."

"It's a school day tomorrow, Matt. I don't know," Jim said, "Oh what the hell, come on over and bring your schoolbag, but you'll be going to bed no later than 9:30 and it will be for sleeping."

"Got it. Thanks, Jim. I gotta go now, you rang while I was getting changed. The bus is waiting for me."

"I don't care. He's my friend, we can't tell him to go back home when he gets here."

"No. We'll see later. I don't want you to get all upset if I tell him to sleep on the sofa tonight. If he has the flu or something like that, then I don't want you to catch it too."

"Maybe you should put on some clothes? At least your undies?" Jim suggested when his old grandfather clock announced it was 20:45. I'm still amazed I got that thing running again.

"Can't wait to show him the plug I had in my bum. And the one I have in it now."

Jim sat in silence next to Lasse and watched the end of Star Wars episode 1, it wasn't his favourite, though he had to admit he now saw Anakin Skywalker in a completely different light than ever before. The kid was cute!

When the credits finally began rolling, Jim turned off the TV and the Bluray player.

"I know! Do you want to watch me brush my teeth? So you can check if I do it right?"

"Don't go there, Lasse," Jim sighed, "I trust you. Please just do it. This way Matt can go to bed sooner. It's already past both of your bedtimes."

"It's still past. I don't want you to be all sleepy and grumpy tomorrow morning."

Jim wasn't sure what had caused the change in Lasse, maybe it had been a bad thing watching a movie and letting the kid eat all of the almost forgotten sweets and drink sugary and caffeine laden soft drinks on a Sunday evening just before bedtime.

It seemed like the best way to get his mind off Matt for a while. Oh, that must be him now, Jim got up from the sofa and went to answer the front door.

"Hi M…" Jim wasn't able to finish his greeting before Matt flung himself at him and hugged him tight around his waist, "There now, Matt. Come on in, let me shut the door, okay?"

Lasse came from the bathroom, but thankfully he understood the shooing gesture Jim made and he went into the study without needing further instructions. Jim ushered Matt into the lounge, sat on the sofa and hefted the lad onto his lap.

"It's okay, Matt. Everything will be just fine," Jim tried to console the crying boy.

"No! You don't understand. Mum won't pay for my swimming now. She," Matt sobbed, "said if I wasn't on the relay team, she wouldn't let me swim."

"Shit," Jim swore quietly, "I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do about it tonight. Maybe I can talk to her tomo…"

"No, don't bother," Matt's crying was replaced by a sudden outburst of anger, "She wouldn't listen to you."

"What would you tell her? Why should she listen to you when she won't listen to me?"

"I can't swim anymore! That's the problem. She knows already. The coach talked to her on the way home."

"There must be some kind of notice period, she wouldn't be getting her money back for your membership?"

"It's only paid for 3 months at a time. It's due for renewal by the end of the month."

"I won't be going back to swim. Everyone knows I'm off the team. They know I won't be able to swim next month."

"What's his problem?" Matt asked quietly when the smaller boy had stomped his way back to the study.

"Yeah, we have to treasure the small things in life. Anyway, listen, Matt. There's absolutely nothing we can do about your swimming practice this late in the evening. You have to try to stop worrying about it for now, so you'll be able to go to sleep. You have school in the morning like Lasse, and I have to go to work."

"Well, go get ready for bed anyway. I have to check up on Lasse. I'll be back when you're ready, okay, mate?"

"You're welcome," Jim said and patted the boy on his back, then helped him to his feet.

"Come now, sweetie," Jim said and sat on the bed close to the boy he loved. Unfortunately, Lasse faced away from him and remained like that.

"For God's sake, Lasse! I know you think so, but I'm not going to fuck Matt. Not tonight. He's here because he needs someone to talk to. Not because he wants to be fucked."

"I won't. I'd never fuck around with either of you when the other one is here to see it. Unless both of you want it. Tonight, there'll be no fucking either way, it's much too late for that and it's a school night. Matt isn't in the mood, and quite frankly neither am I. And I sincerely doubt you are."

"I, Lasse, I don't know. I wish by God I had said no if I knew it would end up like this."

"Yes. It is. I hope it isn't too late to tell you that I still love you with all of my heart. You are the one I really care for."

"I'm sorry. But, you aren't exactly flawless either. Right now you're driven by your jealousy and you're being selfish. Matt needs my help and I'm going to do my best to help him, whether you approve or not. It doesn't mean I love you any less. Try to get some sleep now. I'll join you when Matt nods off, but right now, I need to be with him.

"G'nite, Lasse. I hope your dreams will be nothing but sweet," Jim said and got up from the bed.

Right then, he wished he had a door he could gently close after he left the study, but he had far more important things to worry about.

"It's dark out now. I'm not letting you leave. Take your clothes off while I ready the sofa. It turns into a quite comfy bed."

"That settles it. You're staying for the night. Tomorrow, I will have a word with your mam. I might not be able to convince her to letting you swim, but I will talk to her."

"Don't worry about that now. Just take off your clothes and we'll talk tomorrow. It's no use trying to work things out when you're all upset and can't think straight."

Jim searched for his spare duvet but couldn't find it and finally he brought back the bedspread. He had already taken it down from the bathroom door opening when he had tiled the floor, and Matt had to make do with that and a small sofa pillow. Fortunately the boy had undressed to his underwear.

"Okay. Well, I'm happy you haven't left. I'll drive you to school in the morning. Your bike will fit into the boot."

"I'm not, but I'm here whenever you need me. Just like I've told you before. I won't be able to solve all of your problems, but I will do whatever I can to help you. Now, lie down on the sofa and I'll tuck you in. I'm afraid I couldn't find any bedlinen, I hope you'll still be able to get some rest."

"Sure thing. I'll sit right here. Silently. If you wake up in the middle of the night, I'll be in the study."

P. Writer Lasse Part 4

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Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49