Hartswood Priory - Toby's Story
by Pink Panther
Chapter 9
Prospects for this holiday are certainly looking better. I'm back at Luke's house; we're lying on his bed fondling each other.
"Well, you know all about me," I say, grinning at him. "What about you? How did you get into doing this? Was that at school too?"
"Not exactly," he says, looking a bit uncomfortable. "I'd been at Woolstone for a year. We were home for the summer hols. Mum had gone back to work so me and Piers were left on our own for a couple of weeks before we went away. I was nine, he was twelve. He taught me all about it, basically. He was just about to start his last year; he said that he knew several of his friends would want to go with me when we got back, so I'd better find out what it was all about."
"Didn't you mind?"
"Not really, we're pretty close; he's always looked after me. I was a bit nervous to start with, but when he started playing with my cock, well, it felt great, so I just let him do what he wanted. Then he asked me to suck him. He had a big one even then; it must have been six inches, quite thick too. I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it, but it was Piers, and I knew he wouldn't ask me to do anything bad, so I did it. Well, he was really gentle with me, and actually it felt okay, so I just kept going. I got the shock of my life when he spunked in my mouth."
"Yeah, that's what happened to me; I thought it was pee."
"I knew it wasn't that," he says, smiling. "It was all thick and creamy; some of it escaped and I could see it. Anyway, Piers explained what it was. I was still a bit shocked, but it was okay. I mean he hadn't hurt me or anything."
"So did he bum you?" I ask.
"Yeah. It took about a week for us to get that far. It hurt like hell the first time he put it in, but after that it was okay; I really liked it. So that was it, more or less. When we got back to school one of Piers' friends asked me if I wanted to go with him. He was really nice and very good looking so I said yes. We were together all through that year. He wasn't as big down there as Piers. He used to fuck me stupid; I loved it."
"And now you're into bumming younger kids," I say.
Yeah; being the school's rock guitarist certainly has its advantages. I've been going with this boy called Tim for almost a year. He's nearly eleven and really pretty. He loves it when I fuck him."
"Sounds great," I say, hoping not to sound too envious. "I want to find a boy like that when I start Lower Fourth."
"I'm sure you will," he says, grinning. "Some younger boys are really attracted to the rebellious types. Do you sixty-nine?"
"Yeah, sometimes." I say casually.
"Come on then," he says.
We get into position, lying on our left sides. He's a bit taller than me, but it doesn't seem to matter; I can reach okay. Within a few seconds we're sucking each other like we were born to it. A greasy finger touches my hole. I cock my right leg up to make it easier for him. It pushes right inside. He touches my prostate; my cock twitches like an electric shock went through it. A second finger joins the first, the two of them working in and out, twisting around to loosen me up. He's been well taught; there's no doubt about that.
Finally he pulls off my dick. Without even thinking about it, I roll onto my back. He moves across, kneeling between my legs.
"Can we do it like this?" he asks.
"Yeah, no problem," I tell him. "Callum bums me this way sometimes."
I lift my legs, pulling them right back so my knees are close to my shoulders.
Luke crawls forward, smearing KY on his dick. He guides it right onto my hole. We both know what to do. In one well-practised movement it disappears up my bum.
"Wow! You certainly know how to take it!" he comments. "I've been fucking Tim for nearly a year; I still have to ease it in a bit at a time."
He starts to move, pulling well back before spearing right in again. This isn't the most comfortable position for getting bummed, but I'm so completely mesmerised by the sight of his cock slamming in and out of me I don't even think about it. The intensity builds and builds; the sensations are way out; my cock tingling without either of us even touching it. He pushes down between my legs, lowering himself towards me. I wrap my arms round him, his back wet with perspiration. I pull him right onto me, our mouths meeting in the wildest kiss ever. He doesn't stop bumming me for a second, pumping his dick into me even harder.
Quite suddenly his body goes tense, his hot breath flooding my nostrils. A moment later his cock's swelling and jerking deep inside me, his spunk spurting over and over into my bum. Wow! After a few seconds he slowly pulls out. Before I even say anything, he dives right down on me, sucking me like it was going out of fashion. I last less than half a minute, my dick jams itself against the roof of his mouth, pulsing four or five times before my orgasm finally dies. After a couple of seconds he pulls off, licking his lips.
"Man! That was something else!" he says, grinning at me.
I sink back onto the bed, feeling very happy with life, Luke snuggled up next to me. He's right; that was far out! I'll be ready for more any time he wants.
It's another warm day. This morning I went to the pool with my usual gang; we've spent the afternoon at the park playing soccer. By quarter to four we're all knackered. We settle ourselves under a big tree, trying to keep out of the sun. Problem is, we've already drunk all the squash and stuff we brought; I'm thirsty and I guess the others are too. There's another problem as well. You'd have thought that having sex with Luke would have sorted THAT out. Well, it hasn't; if anything it's made it worse. Right now I'm more sexed-up than ever.
"Okay lads, I'm off," Alan announces, getting to his feet. "Need to go home, get a bath; I stink! See you tomorrow round at Jase's."
He turns and heads for home; he's got the ball, so that's it for the day. We're all tired in any case; it's time to go.
"What you doing now?" Richard asks.
"Nothing, why?" I say casually.
"Wanna come round mine for a bit?"
That comes as quite a surprise. Richard's the quiet one of the group; he doesn't usually do stuff like that. He's the tallest by quite a bit and very skinny; his voice is a lot deeper than the rest of us too. Most people think he's twelve or thirteen, but he's actually a couple of weeks younger than me. Apart from that, he doesn't stand out in any way at all. He's not ugly, just ordinary looking; you could pass him in the street without really noticing him. And he's not really good at anything, like I say, just ordinary. He's a good kid though, solid, dependable. Anyway, I might as well go, he only lives a couple of streets away and I'll be able to get a drink while I'm there.
"Yeah, okay," I tell him.
We say our goodbyes and head off towards his house. There's not much conversation, not that I really expected any. Richard lets us in. We pad through to the kitchen.
"Your mum and dad both at work?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says.
He gets us both a glass of orange squash with some ice in it. We guzzle them down. That's better! Shit, I needed that!
"Wanna come upstairs?" he asks.
I follow him to his bedroom, not really thinking about why we're going there.
"Just gonna get changed," he says.
He takes off shoes and socks, then his tee-shirt, exposing his scrawny chest with his ribs sticking out. He hesitates for a moment then pulls his shorts down. My eyes almost fall out; his cock's sticking right up and the skimpy white underpants he's wearing don't hide it at all. Mine jumps to attention in less than a second. Fuck! Is this why he invited me? Well, there's one way to find out.
"You've got a hard-on," I say evenly.
"Yeah, it happens sometimes," he says.
"Yeah, I know," I say casually. "I've got one too."
He pauses for what seems like ages. "D'you mess around?" he asks nervously, "you know, with the other boys at school?"
"Yeah, sometimes," I say nonchalantly. "What about you?"
"Me and Sean do," he says baldly.
Now he's really got my attention! Richard might not be the greatest prize, but doing stuff with Sean; I've been dreaming about that every night when I wank myself off.
"What about the others?" I ask.
"Nah, don't think so anyway."
"Oh, I thought Jason might," I suggest.
"Jase's into girls," he says, "he's always talking about them. That's all it is though; he's never done anything."
"Oh, right," I say absently. "So how did it start, you know with you and Sean?"
"We were up here one day and I was getting changed. I got a stiffy in my pants. He never said a word; just reached out and felt it."
Well, I can't say that's a surprise; Sean's so cheeky that's exactly what he'd do.
"Wow!" I say, grinning at him, "so what happened?"
"He asked if I wanted to mess around," he says, his voice even quieter and huskier than it usually is. "I said okay, so we got naked. We lay on the bed feeling each other up and that, then he sucked me off."
"Way out, man! Can you cum?"
"You mean squirt?" he asks.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, a bit."
"So did you like it, then?" I ask, running my hand over the front of his briefs, his cock throbbing powerfully.
"Yeah, it was ace."
"Do you suck his?"
"Yeah, sometimes; he can't squirt, he's only got a little one. Are you squirting yet?"
"No, I think I will soon though."
"D'you wanna get naked?" he asks.
In a matter of seconds I'm down to my underpants. I reach out and pull his briefs down. He's got a nice one, uncut like most of the kids I know. It's not that big, but quite big enough, about the same size as Callum's was the first time I went with him. I stand up, allowing Richard to return the favour. We snuggle up on his single bed, gently fondling each other; it feels great.
"So what about you?" he asks. "How did you start?"
"About a year ago, got picked up in the boys' room by one of the older kids. We went in one of the stalls and sucked each other off. We've been doing it ever since."
"That's good, man," he says.
It's time to get this moving. I scoot down, resting my head on his tummy, pushing my tongue out to lick all over his cock.
"Oooh, yeah!" he moans, gently stroking my hair.
I moisten my lips and take it into my mouth. At around four inches, sucking it right to the base is no problem. I work my lips up and down his length, gradually increasing the pace.
"Oh, Tobeee!!" he gasps, "Man, that is so good!"
He's getting close, I can feel it. I gently let him go, grinning up at him.
"Man! I was nearly cumming!" he complains.
"We're not in a hurry, are we?" I ask.
"No, why?"
"Well no need to rush, then!" I say, still smiling. "Okay, your turn now!"
"You won't squirt in my mouth, will you?" he asks nervously.
"I told you," I say patiently. "I'm not doing that yet."
He moves around, holding the base of my dick. He pauses for a second then takes it into his mouth. Very nervously he starts to suck. His teeth rake the underside of my dick.
"Owww!" I protest. "Put your lips over your teeth! That hurts!"
He does as I say and gets back to his task. After a few nervous strokes he's right into it, the sensations even better than when Luke sucked me this morning.
"Yeah, that's nice, man!" I say quietly, running my fingers through his messy fair hair. I feel myself getting close. "You'd better stop now," I tell him.
He lets me go, lying down on his side, facing towards me. "If I tell you something," he says, looking right into my eyes, "you've got to promise not to tell anyone."
"Don't be stupid," I say dismissively. "I'm not going to say anything."
"Me and Sean had done it a few times, you know, him sucking me off. Then one day we were doing it, he asked me if I wanted to fuck him."
"And did you?" I ask.
"Yeah! I was way out, man; even better than getting sucked!"
"You can fuck me if you want," I say nonchalantly. "Callum bums me all the time."
His mouth falls open. "Really? Shit, man! I never thought you'd be into that!"
"I like it both ways," I say, shrugging my shoulders. "There's this kid Dominic in my year, quite small and really cute, a bit like Sean in a way. " I bum him a couple of times a week; he loves it."
"That's hot, man," he says breathlessly. "Sean's like that; goes fuckin' wild when I stick it up him. So you want to do him too?"
"Yeah, course I do!" I say, grinning at him. "Sean's the best. And you want to bum me?"
"Yeah!"
"Got any lube?" I ask.
He shuffles about, looking uncomfortable. "Sean always brings it," he says finally.
"Well, let's see what we can find," I say coolly.
We pad across to the bathroom.
"What's this?" I ask, picking up a jar off the window sill.
"Mum's hand cream, I think."
I take a look inside. "Should work," I say casually. "A bit greasy, but it's okay. Got a towel to clean up with afterwards?"
"Yeah, there's an old one under the bed."
We make our way back to his bedroom and settle down again. I check the time; it's just gone half past four, we've still got loads of time.
"Right," I say. "Before we do it, I'm going to get you nice and wet."
I put my head on his tummy, taking hit hard cock fully into my mouth, licking and slurping all over it. Richard lies there, moaning quietly, obviously loving the little treat I'm giving him. He starts to get close again; it's time to let him go.
"You know what to do?" I ask, passing him the jar of hand cream.
"Yeah," he says, nodding nervously.
"Don't put any on your dick," I say quietly, "you'll make it too slippery."
"Yeah, okay," he says, still looking very nervous.
I pull a pillow into the middle of the bed, lying face down on top of it with my bum sticking up and my legs spread. That wouldn't usually be my first choice, but for some reason it just seems like the right way to do it. Richard's greasy finger quickly finds my bum-hole, nervously pushing its way inside. He prods around a few times, just barely touching my prostate before pulling back again.
"Use two fingers," I tell him.
A second finger clumsily pushes in behind the first. I wince slightly. He needs to learn how to do that; yeah, he's got bony fingers, but so have Luke and Callum and they don't hurt me the way he just did. Still, he's done the job.
"Okay, you can do it now," I say.
The fingers quickly pull out. He's even clumsy doing that; he needs to slow down a bit. He lowers himself onto me, his cock probing my back entrance. He pushes down hard, his cock spearing into me in one quick movement. Fuck! This kid is an animal! He sets to work. There's no subtlety about this at all, not that I expected any. His hot breath swirls round my face, his fingers gripping tight around my upper arms, his hard cock jack-hammering into my bum like there's no tomorrow. It's pretty rough, but I'm not complaining. Man, this is something else! I'm not sure I'd like it if he was much bigger though.
As it is, it's one of the most exciting fucks I've had; he's only been going a couple of minutes and I'm already getting close. I try to hold onto it, but with his dick pounding my arse and my cock rubbing against the pillow, I don't stand a chance. After just a few more seconds I'm clawing at the bed, my legs flailing around with a life of their own. A moment later my bum tightens sharply round his dick, my cock swelling and jerking beneath me. Richard's in a total frenzy.
"Fuck!" he gasps. "Fuck! Yeah! I'm gonna squirt!! Aaahh!! Aahhh! Aaarrrggghhhhh!!"
His cock pulses strongly, sending his little jets of boy-spunk to coat my insides. Man! That was wild; I'd never have dreamed he'd be like that! After a few seconds he slowly pulls out, the first thing he's done at the right speed.
I roll onto my side, Richard flopping down next to me.
"So how was that?" I ask.
"Fuckin' ace, man!" he says, grinning.
"So whose idea was it to invite me round here today?" I ask.
"Sean's," he says, looking embarrassed.
"I thought it probably was," I say, smiling back at him.
It makes sense; they can't do anything at Sean's place 'cause of all the other kids. Sean's the eldest, his sister Sinead is ten, then there's a half sister and half brother, his stepdad's kids, Ciara and Patrick; they're eight and six. I guess he must have noticed me getting a hard-on, so he fixed up for Rich to find out what the score was. Well, now they know. I wrap my arm round Richard's shoulder, pulling him towards me, my lips aimed towards his. He pulls away.
"I don't kiss," he says. "That's queer."
And fucking my arse isn't? Yeah, well I'm not going to make a big thing out of it. This leads to me bumming Sean, and that's what I really want.
It's all fixed. This afternoon when we split, we'll pretend we're all going home, only me and Sean will double back round to Richard's house. That's so the other kids don't find out what we're doing. If they know we're all going back to Richard's place, they'll want to know why; got to give Sean credit for thinking of that. But there's a question gnawing away at me. From everything Richard told me it seems pretty obvious that Sean had been bummed by someone else before he started doing it with Richard. The question is who. There's no point in asking Rich; even if he knows, he'll say he doesn't, but it's my guess that he's never thought to ask.
It's warm again today, even warmer than yesterday. We played soccer this morning; this afternoon it's cricket. We don't play soccer at school; I'm okay at it, but nothing special. We do play a lot of cricket though. Mr. Halford used to play for Sussex; he teaches us how to bat and bowl properly. I've got a good eye and I'm quite strong, so I can bat. I can bowl too; I bowl off-spin. I don't turn the ball much, my fingers aren't long enough, but I'm very accurate.
Down at the park we play with a tennis ball. Tennis balls are much lighter than cricket balls; even better, if the kid bowling doesn't pitch it right up, they sit up and say "hit me!" So I do; I can hit a tennis ball miles! That's great fun for me when it's my turn to bat. I guess it's not too good for the other lads though; they have to run round all over the place. By half past three everyone's knackered again, everyone but me that is.
We park ourselves under the big tree, drinking the last of our orange squash and chatting about this and that. Jason's going on about some girl who's in their class at school; I don't even remember her. I could have played on for another hour, but I'm not complaining. Pretty soon everyone will start to drift off; I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about what's going to happen round at Richard's place.
Alan's the first to leave, same as yesterday. Over the next few minutes we go our separate ways. My heart's thumping so hard you can almost hear it. Man, this is exciting! I've wanked myself stupid dreaming about doing stuff with Sean and now it's going to happen. I take my time, just like we planned it, starting towards home then looping back round to Richard's house. I walk up the path and ring the bell. Someone bounds down the stairs to answer it. The door swings open; it's Sean, already stripped down to soccer shorts and a tee-shirt.
"Come on, man!" he says, giving me his cheekiest grin.
He bounds upstairs with me close behind. Rich is lying on the bed just in his underpants, his cock sticking right up. Man, this is going to be wild! Me and Sean quickly undress each other while Rich kneels in the bed watching. Sean's pretty small down there, just like Rich said. Even so, I do get a couple of surprises; first, that he's circumcised, second, that he's not actually hard.
"What happened to your foreskin?" I ask.
"Mum had it cut off when I was a baby, dunno why," he says, shrugging.
"I thought you'd have a hard-on," I continue.
"He'll soon get hard when you start to play with him," Richard informs me.
"Okay, so what are we gonna do?" I ask.
"You're both gonna fuck me, right?" Sean says.
"Yeah, sure," I say, relishing the prospect. "But before that, I think we should play 'piggy in the middle' with you as the pig!"
"So how's that go?" Sean asks.
"Well, we all get on the bed, you suck me off while Rich sucks you and starts lubing you up. After a bit me and Rich swap over. When you're ready, we both bum you."
"I'm ready now!" he says, grinning and fondling my dick. "You've got a nice one; I knew you would have. Okay, come one then!"
We get into position, with me propped up against the head of the bed. Sean lies between my legs and goes down on me. Shit! He is GOOD! He must have had plenty of practice; he's sucking me as well as anyone ever has. I run my fingers through his dark wavy hair. Man! I never expected it to be this good! At the other end, Richard's down on Sean's cock, which is now fully hard. I pass him the tube of KY. He squeezes some onto his finger and stuffs it straight up Sean's bum. To my surprise, Sean doesn't seem the least bit bothered by how rough he's being.
ButI've got something else to think about. Sean's really going for it, sucking me like it's going out of style, his fingers tickling the sensitive area behind my balls. Fuck man! I hardly know which planet I'm on! I'm getting close but it doesn't matter; I'll be hard again in five minutes, hard enough to fuck him if that's what he wants. In a matter of seconds all my muscles go tight, my fingers clawing at the bed. A moment later my cock springs into life, swelling and jerking between his lips. Shit! That was NICE! He pulls off me, grinning cheekily.
"You liked that?" he asks.
"Yeah, man!" I say, still trying to get my breath back.
It's time to swap over. I get between Sean's legs, getting a good look at his bum in the process. I swallow hard. His hole looks really stretched and the skin on either side is chafed bright red. Shit! Rich could have bummed him three times a day for a whole week and not done that to him. It's not just that somebody else had bummed Sean before Rich got to do it, somebody else is still at it, and it's somebody with a lot more down there than me or Richard. It must have happened quite recently too, last night at a guess. So who the fuck is it?
I put the thought out of my mind. I've got a job to do; there'll be time for that later. I settle onto Sean's hard little dick. Sucking little ones is totally different from doing it with the older boys, not better or worse, just different. He strokes my hair to let me know how much he's enjoying what I'm doing. I squeeze some KY onto my fingers. My middle finger quickly finds his bum-hole. I push gently. It slides into him with no resistance at all. I push my index finger in with it; he takes it without a problem, doesn't even flinch. It's time to do it.
I pull him up so he's on all fours, knees apart, bum pushed well back. I get between his legs, sitting back on my heels to smear KY over my dick. I move into position, guiding it onto his hole. I push forwards; it slides in right up to my balls, my tummy colliding with his cute little arse.
"Oh, Toby!" he gasps, still slurping on Richard's cock. "Do it man! Fuck me hard! Hard as you can!"
Well, if that's just fine with me. He may be used to bigger ones, but now I'm in there he's still pretty tight and as hot as hell. I give him everything I've got, pounding his arse like it's the last chance I'll ever have. He goes fuckin' bananas! I know Dominic likes getting bummed, but he's nothing like this; Sean's moaning and gasping, slurping on Richard's cock and begging for more. I reach down and fondle his throbbing dick. He has a dry-cum in, like, five seconds.
"Oh yeah!" he gasps. "Keep going, man! I want more!"
And more's what I'm going to give him. I hold him tight around the tops of his thighs, slamming into him even harder. I'm already pretty close; a few more thrusts and everything goes into a haze; I'm so light headed it's all I can do to stay upright. I slam into him one last time, hanging on for dear life as my cock rears up over and over deep inside his bum like it's never going to stop. Finally it's over. I sink down onto his back; my head's swimming. Man! I never bummed anyone as hard as that! I slowly pull out; now it's Richard's turn.
"Lie on your back," Sean tells me, "head down this end."
I do as he says; I'm not exactly sure, but I've a pretty good idea where this is going. Sean kneels right over me facing the other way, his knees either side of my chest, his bum pushed right back like it was before. He leans forwards and licks my cock. Oh, yeah! Rich moves in behind him. Tipping my head back slightly, I watch as Richard's hard dick spears into his cute little bum. Then we're into it. Man! It's the wildest thing I ever saw; Richard's even rougher with Sean than he was with me; he's fucking him senseless, pounding his arse to pulp, and Sean's loving every second of it, moaning and gasping and slurping even more than he was when I was bumming him. I reach up to play with his cock; almost immediately it spasms between my fingers. Fuck! That is hot! I let him go. Richard's still going at it as hard as ever.
"Keep wanking me!" Sean demands, his mouth slipping off my dick.
I get back to playing with it. I can't stand anyone touching my cock straight after I've dry-cummed, but if it's what he wants I'm not going to argue. He starts to suck me properly. Fuck! I'll have another one of he keeps this up! He does and I do; in fact we all cum within a couple of seconds of each other. Man, I am out of it! I can play a full game of Rugby and not be as knackered as that! My cock's so sensitive I have to pull him off it, and my balls feel like someone put them in a lemon squeezer. Fuck! I thought the foursome in the trunk room was wild. Shit! It was like the vicar's tea-party compared to what we just did!
We take our time getting ourselves together and slipping back into our clothes. I check the time. Richard's mum's due back from work in around ten minutes; it's time to go. Sean and I say our goodbyes and head off down the path. He's obviously expecting me to go straight home, but that question's still gnawing at me. I want some answers and this is as good a time as any. As he turns towards the Walden Park Estate I walk along beside him. He looks surprised.
"You not going home?" he asks.
"Not yet, I want to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
I take a deep breath. "Who else has been bumming you?"
"What you talking about, man?" he asks indignantly.
"I saw your bum," I say quietly. "Your hole's all stretched and the skin round it's bright red. Richard couldn't have done that; he's not big enough."
I don't think I've ever seen Sean look frightened; right now he looks scared shitless.
"You're not going to say anything, are you?" he asks nervously.
"Sean, how many scrapes have we been in together?"
"Yeah, okay," he concedes. "Well, there's this guy I know..."
"Sean!" I say, cutting him off; He's bull-shitting, I know he is.
He stops in his tracks, looking straight at me. "If I tell you, man, you've got to swear you won't say anything. If anyone finds out I told you, I'm fuckin' dead!"
"I won't say a word, I promise."
"It's my stepdad, Brendan."
It's like my whole world just got turned upside down. I don't know what I expected him to say, but it wasn't that. Brendan's always seemed all right; Sean gets on better with him than he does with his mum. But with a houseful like they've got, how do they get away without anyone noticing?"
"So when do you do it?" I ask.
"In the morning," he says. "Mum has to get up really early for work; she leaves at six. Everyone else is still asleep, so as soon as she's out of the house Bren comes to my room and we do it."
Well, that explains that, but now there are more questions to be answered. My heart's racing, images of what Mr. Atkinson did the first time he took me to the trunk store flashing through my brain.
"How long's it been going on?" I continue apprehensively.
"About a year."
"Oh, and don't you mind?"
"Not really; Bren's okay, stops mum getting on at me all the time; he's a good laugh. It was a bit of a surprise when I found him in my bedroom one morning; even more when he started stroking my legs and feeling me up and telling me what good boy I was. But it felt good, so what was the problem?"
"And what about him, you know, fucking you?" I say, not knowing if I really want to hear the answer.
"Hurt fuckin' bad the first few times he did it, but I just thought, you know, Bren really looks after us, me especially, so I'd just bite my lip and let him get on with it if it kept him happy. Anyway, once I got used to it, it was okay, and now I really like it."
"Oh, right," I say absently. "So has he got a big one?"
"It's not huge, a lot bigger than Richard's though."
We walk on in silence for a couple of minutes. I've found out what I needed to know but there's still one more question.
"Sean," I ask, "have you ever been with anyone else?"
"I did once," he says quietly, "a few weeks ago. Bren's got this mate lives up in Birmingham; he's a season ticket holder at Villa Park. Well, I'm a Spurs fan, right, and Villa were playing Spurs up at their place, so this mate of Bren's got us tickets. Well, we went up pretty early, got up there about midday, so we never went straight to the ground, we went to his mate's flat. This guy had his nephew there, about thirteen I think, good looking kid, nice cock on him. Well he fucked me on the bed while Bren and his mate watched. After he'd finished, Bren's mate fucked me while Bren screwed his nephew."
"Wow! And did you like that?" I ask, feeling myself getting hard again.
"Yeah, man! It was hot!" he says, grinning at me.
"Now I'll tell you something," I say. "You know Luke Robinson?"
"That the posh kid lives round the corner from you?"
"Yeah, well, I met up with him a couple of days ago. We got chatting about this and that then I went back to his house. His brother's stopping over at a friend's house and his mum and dad were at work so we had we had the place to ourselves. He fucked me stupid."
"Really? I thought you didn't like him."
"He's changed a lot," I say, talking even quieter. "He's a rock guitarist, into Hendrix and Clapton and all that stuff; he's really good too. And he smokes; his mum and dad would have a fit if they knew. He reckons he smokes pot sometimes but he didn't have any so I don't know about that. He's got a beautiful cock, about an inch longer than mine but twice as thick, just getting some hair on it. He cums loads."
"Nice!" he says, giving me one of his cheeky grins. "Sounds like I'd go for some of that!"
"Yeah; what are you doing tomorrow morning, early on, you know, before we meet the others?"
"Nothing much, why?"
"Meet me outside Swifts newsagents about ten past nine; I'll take you round there."
"Won't he mind?" he asks, looking at me quizzically.
"Mind?" I say, trying to stop myself giggling. "He'll think it's Christmas!"
We're both giggling now. "Oh, right!" Sean says, grinning from ear to ear. "Count me in; I'll see you there, outside the newsagents ten past nine."
We slap hands and head for home.
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