A Boys Cameo

by Dominick St James

Crème-de-la-Crème

I've got a boyfriend, but we don't like the gay 'thing', cos we've got our own style. We do behave gay sometimes, well a maybe a lot, but it's just because of how we are. And anyway I don't hide how I feel, and my boyfriend is too cute and beautiful to have a label on him.

I'm Kitt Sackville-Gaunt and my boyfriend is Hayley Montgomery, he's thirteen and I'm fourteen. I live in Whinscombe, which is just as you pass into Devon on the south coast way if you're heading for hols there. It's a small village, but it is pretty, and so is our place, Whinscombe Hall, which is yonks old.

I'm from a small family with only one sister, who's starting her second Uni year, but I've no brothers. I've a Granny who's impossible to mess with, a cousin, Alicia, who's eleven and a pretty popsicle, but she knows a lot more than she should, and is wicked naughty. Then there's Barry who's going up to Cambridge to do meds. He's like our family Einstein and not bad looking either, but he's also a total nerdy dork. We're okay with him though, except Hayley says he's pervy, which I've never noticed, but any guy who even flicks an eye at Hayley is a perv. We know Barry's not gay though, else he'd be trying it on with us, cos in looks we're very triable, but I'm totally not into dorks.

My Dad's in horses mainly, and we've stabling for thirty Thoroughbreds. They're huge fabulous beasts of seventeen hands, and very scary, which he only lets the trainers handle. Then we've crosses for polo and show jumping too, and four that Dad keeps back for the hunt, as we've a local one that he rides to hounds in. I ride too, but only have a pony, who's fourteen hands, which is enough for me, and I really didn't get much use out of her until I discovered what fun two horny boys can have on her.

Mum's an arts photographer, and goes on shoots for glossies and those big flashy books you only see under coffee tables. She's mainly in arty young stuff for overseas fashion and ads, and they're a bit naughty sometimes, well a lot naughty actually, but sexy and cool.

We put down for Kyneston for me after prep when I was twelve, cos it was either that, or boarding at Wellington, which Mum didn't want. When I got it out of her why, she said she didn't want me boarding for 'sexual reasons'. Just off like that... 'sexual reasons', not like, 'oh, it will be all rugby,' or flipping masses of science projects. I remember falling down in giggles cos of the way she said it, cos I knew what she was afraid of for me. But I was embarrassed and a bit cross too, though I never talk back to my parents cos I'd rather not say anything than argue, especially as I know what Kyneston's costing my dad. Mum knows what I'm like now, but I never told her that I was already having my head frenched off, even before I was twelve. Parents don't know anything about real life, do they? But I am my Mum's beautiful darling and I'm my Dad's too anyway, and I really appreciate my family and how privileged I am.

Kyneston's an independent day school, between Yeovil and Weymouth and it's also ages old. It's not big though and only has about three hundred day boys, eleven to sixteen, then after that it's college till eighteen, then Uni. We're forty minutes from it by train, and have a halt at Whinscombe for the Plymouth stopping train from Paddington. I've got to be by the door for it though, in centre carriage, cos I was the only one using the stop, before I had my boyfriend with me. The other Kyneston boys are mainly from around Exeter and Weymouth.

At home, I don't have to hide anything about being gay, and didn't have to make a big thing about it. After I started at Kyneston I told my parents how much I liked other boys, and that I was being asked on dates. They let me go, except mum wanted to see his pic and everything if he wasn't picking me up, and I was choosy with them, anyway. That was until me and Hayley got together. My Mum and Dad love him to bits, and Mum says she's glad she can look at him to chat to in real life, as she didn't want me to have a boyfriend at a boarding school that she might never meet, and I neck openly with Hayley at home.

I know I have just as much sex at Kyneston as I would boarding, well not actual 'sex' but you know what I mean. And anyhow, what boy wants sex in a two foot metal bed, when you can have it at home everyday in your own bed. And kissing's sex too, isn't it, cos with another boy, you don't just hold him, do you? It's not like with a girl, I don't think, where she doesn't want your hands on her bare bottom inside her knickers. I dunno though, and I don't care. I love boys hands on my bare bottom, and so does Hayley.

Hayley lives near Axminster though, on the edge of the Blackdowns, so his Mum did a school run with him, as Axminster trains are for Waterloo. From when we wanted to be together, his Mum let him stay weekends with me. After the first week though, we couldn't leave each other alone, so Hayley came back to Whinscombe with me every day after school, as well.

It was difficult for us to fit prep in, cos kissing, and titty nipple sucking, are distractions when you want to get prep out of the way before tea. Prep's useless after tea, cos you're not fresh from school and only want to chill out anyway. In our case it really came a poor second cos we still needed to fuck and kiss in bed, before Hayley's Mum picked him up, which was straight after tea, at 5.30. That just started to stress us out though and we we're breaking down, and setting each other off, sobbing and crying by the car. That stressed our parents out, and so to save tears, their answer was for Hayley to not go home, except for a few hours on Sunday afternoons.

We can bike it at the moment, cos Axminster is only eight miles from us, or if we're too tired for that, Mum drops us. Now prep does get done before tea and everybody's happy, especially us. I'll tell you more about Hayley soon.

At Kyneston our school motto is 'severitatem inhibere', strictness inhibits, and that's just how school is, cool and laid back. It's fabulous. We're in light grey pants, with to-die-for blazers in bright maroon and gold braid. These are our school colours, plus royal blue, and show off on the school shield, on our top pockets, and ties. Kyneston School is crème-de-la-crème in three counties, and we get looked at major out of school. We're like royal princes. I still get prickly wearing my uniform out in town somewhere, getting ogled. Hayley says I'm sexy hot property, and should be used to it by now, then I show him who's my sexy hot property.

During the week, Dad's usually up before us, checking the stables. He'll come into the house sometimes before we leave and catch us mirror posing in the hall before we go for our train. He stands quietly gazing at me, wiping his hands, with a big pleasant smile on his face, very slowly ogling me up and down, appreciating me in my uniform. That is until I shout at him to stop doing it, cos I'm blushing my head off and laughing in embarrassment.

Then Dad chin's his head at me and I throw myself at him in adoration, and feel his lips on my neck as he squeezes me, trembling with his love that's passing through me, and Hayley gulps and wipes his eyes. Then stepping away, my dad picks up his keys and flips them to me. "Get in the car," he says quietly, and then I'm snuffling too.

For the morning train though, we have to wave the 7.45am down, cos it's just a platform at Whinscombe, not a station. If we miss that one, Dad has to rescue us. We get to school quicker in his AMG, but he's flipping embarrassing when we get there, squeezing and kissing me again and I have to remind him I'm fourteen, not nine!

On the train you can snog in 'first' cos it's always half empty, obviously. But you have to wait while the Ticket Beak's passed through, cos she can get flipping huffy if she catches you 'messing about', and it's quicker to stop kissing, than get your boyfriend off your lap, isn't it. I know she doesn't let it go on in second though and you can get kicked off, even if it's miles before your stop.

Then there's the pervy 'business directors' to keep an eye on, looking for candy. There's the ones who look at us and make huffy tutting noises with coughing and head shaking, but with bone hard cocks for us. They're okay though, it's the ones with the silly smiles beaming about, trying to catch our eyes that we have to watch. We know straight away which is which too, cos when they get on and see us, the huffy ones come down the aisle passed us, then sit out of the way. The silly ones start with a straight face and sit near us, then start with the smiles. The worst is when they want to start talking to us. Then all we can do is giggle and stare at our iPads or out the window, till our stop. So you just get up and move seats, specially when you've a pretty boyfriend, like mine.

Before me and Hayley got serious though, there was Etienne, who's a first year at Kyneston. Some twelve year olds are gorgeous sexy little brats, and don't give a toss about anything when they want you. I fancied Etienne like crazy too, cos he's a delicious little fairy. On our school run he also travels 'first' so we soon got into each other. He wasn't what you'd really call a 'boyfriend' though, cos he lives in Torquay, and that's nearly thirty miles from us.

He's a quiet twelve year old, Anglo-French boy, but forward, and quite bossy. He doesn't sound it – it's the way he uses his hands – wafting them about or tapping me, or he jerks his head. His English is good too, though when he gets stuck, he uses his body. Because he's quiet, and has a very French accent, it makes me want to sign language him, too, cos my French is still a bit hopeless.

Soon after we got to know each other, I had him on my lap all the time and we snogged our heads off, till my stop. One afternoon, when we'd left off a bit though, I was petting and stroking him to show him how I felt. We were both a bit dazed and Etienne was holding my neck, staring about in a daydream with his pert little smirk. I was breathing in his body scent, feeling almost frightened from it, cos he's such a gorgeous pet.

I was throbbing from my prick but I can hold off for a wank cos my journey's not that long, but his is a while after mine, so when I get off, he wank's in the toilet. I was wondering how naughty I could be with him, though. So carefully, to get my meaning right, I held up my hole finger between us. He was slowly flashing his eyes about lazily, pretending not to look at it, or change his expression, and still kept looking about. But he knew what I meant and his sexy mouth gave him away, trying to hide a quivering grin. I sniggered at him wickedly and wiggled my finger on his tummy, teasing him. Then just as he was going to give himself completely away in a giggle, he darted his mouth on mine and smothered it. Then he got off my lap and standing between my legs, locking eyes with me, like he was watching a boring movie, he unfastened himself, got out of his pants and undies in one go, then got back on my lap, and luckily for us we were sat out of the way. Then he grabbed my wrist and put my hole finger into his mouth.

"Do you know what to do with it?" he said, holding my wrist up with both hands. I glared at him, bubbling at his cheekiness.

"Are we on a dare?" I said.

"No... it's your finger, not your cock," he said, laughing.

He really wanted it, so I smothered his mouth passionately and wormed into him till his bottom was on my palm then gave him a wicked nice time. And wow, what he did with his pretty bottom on it, for a twelve year old, really shocked me.

He wanked and romped about on it, like a horny choirboy, then came in spurty dribbles, and then nestled his head into my shoulder, panting in little gasps. I gave him some tissues from my holdall, then he quickly got back into his pants and back on my lap and I hugged and petted him while we recovered from each other.

"Sorry," he said, grinning as he looked at my astonished face.

"Cor, I don't mind, you're gorgeous. But so for only twelve, where's your bum been? I said, kissing him.

"It is different for French boys," was all he said, but I decided not to ask why.

"What about here though... haven't you someone special at school?"

"I have no one special yet, except you. Do you want to have me properly?"

"What do you think... I'd love to have you in my bed, but how can we manage that, dolly face, with you in Torquay?"

"Leave me, your stop is coming up," he said, in a peeve, "You will do something, if you really want me."

What that would be, I had no idea, but my stop was close now, so I grabbed my things and kissed his pretty mouth, and felt him stuff something into my pocket, then I had to race.

As I keyed my dongle at our Hall gates, I fished out what he'd given me. Soon as my fingers touched material, I knew it had to be his briefs... no... a silk hanky. No, neither. I put them to my nose as I walked down the driveway, and breathed in his delicious essence, from his girly, pretty silk knickers. Wow, sexy, I thought, and spent the rest of the afternoon creaming my prick into them.

Nothing much happened between me and Etienne, though, after that, cos I was getting into my relationship with Hayley and every other boy I knew faded out of my mind. But then I got into the middle of some bother, and it was my own stupid fault cos I drifted into it. It was when me and Hayley first became boyfriends, using the train together.

I tried to avoid Etienne by sitting in another carriage, but it didn't work cos he found me. I didn't want to hurt his feeling, but he saw how me and Hayley were with each other, but pretended to ignore him and kept flirting with me. He got up to sit on my lap and I had to do a quick play act to get out of that. But Hayley misses nothing and saw there was something between us, and oh wow, did they get into a temper between themselves. Shoo, and did I have some explaining to do, trying to sort us out. I've got too many feelings for other boys to mess them about, so I was in tears.

When we got off at our stop, Hayley really laid it on me. "If I catch you even looking at the little tart again, I'll smack her face right off," he said and burst into tears. I felt so stupid and helpless between them... me a silly flipping kid with romance problems. I'm not a heartbreaker, getting off on boys fighting over me. So well anyway, I phoned Etienne later, and had a private sweet-talk chat with him to apologize. He's only twelve, and I cried how he took it so well and I'm gonna find him a proper boyfriend if I can. I don't want to have any more romantic showdowns pushing me into facing love, it's so cruel.


At school, to begin with, I hardly took much notice of Hayley, I really liked the look of him, but he always seemed to have one particular older boy hanging around him, a year older than me. I couldn't tell whether the boy was gay or not, but I just knew Hayley definitely was, from everything about him, so I thought there was probably something going on between them.

Even at Kyneston you have to be careful, coming on to another boy you fancy. But from cocksucking I soon found out if a boy liked me 'that way', or just wanted me for a toy. Everyone I know at Kyneston likes being sucked, but most aren't cocksuckers, and you can't tell from looking at his prick or sucking it, whether he's gay, can you? Being very pretty at twelve though, I was sucked and kissed on my first day, and soon got to be like a spoilt brat in a candy shop from it, with sometimes two boys busy with me at the same time, and I loved that.

There were nice boys all around me, so I left off wondering about Hayley, except to find out his name and age. I didn't want him in my head if I wasn't going to be in his. When I did start checking him out again, if I saw him at break or lunch, he was either sat alone or with class mates, without the older boy hovering around him now, and every time I glanced at him, he caught my eye and smiled back.

At our sports day, a couple of weeks later, I saw we were in the same track events, but on different teams. I'm fast and long legged, and can fly, and love track and field. I finished my last event and sat down for a rest on a bench near the track-side, to see whether my team would clinch it or not. Then I saw Hayley... fly. Only he didn't just fly, he ripped and streaked like a frightened Gazelle. It was breathtaking.

I was about to go shower and change, when I saw him strolling about, then he ambled up in a round about way towards me. I eyed him up and down, and saw for the first time how gorgeous he really was. He's pretty in a boy way, like I am, and a blondie, with the loveliest hair I've ever seen on a boy. It hangs straight past his collar, and is fine and silky like a girl's, and flutters and flips about in the least puff of wind. Mine's more of a golden brown and curls down my neck.

'What a doll,' I thought, eyeing him. He was dressed like me, in a white tee with his house colours, and white silk shorts and I could tell also, like me, he had no briefs on. I watched his long graceful legs as he came up towards me, walking like a model. Sexy wasn't even in it. He sat down on my bench and we got into intros, and as with me, he already knew my name. So then we went into casual chat about the sprint events, eyeing the track field, while I listened to his flutey alto voice.

"I thought I was fast, till I saw how you move," I said. It was a bit lame, but I wasn't going to rush it with this creature.

"I think I was rather showing off. It was an idiot pace."

"Do you like it here?" I said, meaning Kyneston, and shuffled, to edge up a bit closer.

"I'm not sure," he said, a bit vaguely, glancing at my face.

We chit chatted about school and gossiped a bit, in a nice way, about other boys. Then he lifted his knee up to scratch his crotch, and then higher still to really get into it, and this had to be a flirt, cos he was now showing all of his bare thigh to me, nearly close enough to kiss it. That wasn't fair, I thought, and hoped he wasn't just a cockteaser, so I reached for the heel of his shoe.

"I like your Reeboks," I said, taking his heel, "And by the way, you've got sexy legs."

All he had to do now, was get up, and walk off if he didn't like me flirting with him, and I didn't mind risking a punch, either. But I got neither. He shuffled a bit and gave me a nice sexy smile, and I got double my compliments back.

"Thanks, and yours are sexy, too... fit and beautiful, actually," he said.

"Plus ditto that for yours, then," I batted back, and got a delightful little giggle. Then he posed his leg about for me, and bent his knee right up again, lifting his foot. And then, gazing off into space somewhere, he let it down over my leg, with his bare thigh resting on top of mine.

"Sorry, do you mind?" he said, so cutely.

"Flip, no... of course not," I said, and I started stroking my hand along it, cos I wasn't going to leave that alone. He let me, and showed it was more than okay with him, edging close up to me, so that we were touching. My prick was tenting like a circus, but I didn't try to hide it and just ogled Hayley's crotch, who also wasn't minding his nice prong showing, either.

"You're into us, aren't you?" he said, with a sexy pert grin.

"Well yeah... do you mind?," I said.

"Noo, I'm okay with it. You're even cooler than I thought. I was hoping you was as gay as me, cos I don't like straights trying me for a cocksuck."

Hayley's got lovely girly pansy ways, with the way he speaks and moves his body, and is so cute and natural, but I didn't want to just take advantage of him, cos he's gay, like I'm a gross letch or something, so I took my hand off him. But then he came out with...

"You can go up my shorts if you want to, by the way... I like you feeling me up."

"Awh... yes please, if you don't mind," I said, and now I did kiss his thigh, and helped myself to all of it.

My hand slid up the side of his thigh and crept into his naked crotch while he chatted, and I found his lovely goolies, smooth and nice and now I was so horny for him, my prick was leaking and wetting me, and I felt his prick up. It's such a nice sexy slender one, with a curve, and I fondled over him inside his shorts, listening to his sexy voice making my prick throb, while I breathed in his body smell that was like wild flowers and honey.

"I've liked you for ages, Kitt." he said, dreamily.

"You're my walking dream boy," I said, "I've been wanting to come onto for ages, but I saw you were, sort of with someone, an older boy, so I let it drop, cos you're too effing cute for me to spoil anything you already had."

"Oh him... noo. I haven't got anything with him. He was trying it with me, and wouldn't leave me alone, and he could see I didn't want him. And you're effinger the most gorgeous dream boy I've ever met, and I've seen you about with lots of cute boys, so thanks for calling me effing cute." Then we kissed.

"Can I date you, please, Hayley... you're my must-have?" I said, with me starting to sound a bit whiny.

"No problem... of course we can. Are you serious?" he said, grinning.

"Yes of course, duh... Want bet I'm not?" And I stood up and offered him my hand. "Our first one's over there, if you like, under those trees." I said, pointing towards a little copse in our school grounds.

He took my hand, and I pulled him into me, tingling all over, like it was Christmas Eve and my birthday all in one. That began us then, and we've never looked back yet... only forward.

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