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Help! – Part 9

A heart warming tale of a young boy who finds himself in a lot of trouble and needs a hero to “cum” and save him!

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Life of Brock 2

“Ryan open up!” Charley continued to knock on the door. Lane started to stir. Not wanting to disturb the beautiful angel that was lying next to me. I quietly got up and threw on the underwear that I was pretty sure weren’t even mine, but it was the first thing that I grabbed. Thinking it would be quicker than putting on the pair of jeans that I had last night, I quickly climbed the stairs until I reached my room. Lying on the floor by the door was a pair of Nike running shorts. I hastily put them on as I descended down the stairs, and then a sound caught my attention on my way to the front door.
Looking out the window I could see Charley’s blue mustang turning around the block. Spinning out down the street from where I live. I exhaled deeply. I was glad that I didn’t have to confront Charley, and explain the sleeping wonder on my living room floor. I thought about it for a moment and then decided that I needed to take a shower to help my nerves settle down a little.
I slowly pulled my shorts off and then took the underwear that I was wearing and threw it in the middle of the floor. I looked down at the red briefs. It said Diesel on them. That must be the Aeropostale of underwear or something. Being that half of the locker room wore the same underwear.
I jumped in the warm jet of water that was bursting out of the head of the shower. I replayed the last few hours in my head. The movie. The kiss. The fucking. The cum. Ohhh the cum. Thinking about it made my dick twitch and I could feel a stiffie coming on. I couldv’e spent all night in that shower. Reminiscing about events that took place prior to my shower. Then I thought of what happened when Charley awoke my perfect paradise.
Wait. When Charley knocked I don’t remember him saying “Brock…Open the door.” No. I remember him saying “Ryan…Open the door.” But Ryan? He was over 300 miles away from here. My heart panicked as I bent over and turned the nozzle off. I jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and ran to Ryan’s room.
Nothing. There was no sign that Ryan had been there at all that night. Then I remembered something else Charley said. I can see you car here so I know your home.” Quickly I ran down stairs and slid across the kitchen until I got to the door that exited into the four car garage I noticed my Avalanche and beside there was my brothers old Camaro. The other vacant spots were reserved for my mom and dad’s vehicle.
I went to the kitchen and dialed in my Brother’s number on the telephone.
Ring Ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey its Brock.”
“Uhmm hey.”
We sat in a silence for a moment. “Hello?” He asked again.
“Ya im still here.”
“Did you…uh…need something?”
“No, I was just wondering where you were at.”
“I thought we talked about this.” He said. “I’m in Wisconsin. With the rest of the family. Why?”
“Oh I was just wondering why you didn’t take your car?”
“To save on gas.”
“Oh.” I said. I felt like an idiot.
“Is that all?” He asked.
“Ya sorry bro.”
“Its cool. Bye.”
“Bye.” I felt like I could walk on top of the world. I felt like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. I opened up the fridge and got me some orange juice.
In all this commotion I forgot about the reason I was worried in the first place. Lane. I stepped into the living room and found him sleeping again ever so peacefully. Man this guy was a heavy sleeeper I joked to myself. I threw my towel across the room and joined my new friend on the floor.
The next morning I woke from the sound of my phone going off. It was slightly saddened to find myself alone on the floor. I reached over to grab my phone and looked at the screen and saw ‘Charley’ in big letters across the top.
“Hey” I answered.
“Where the crap were you last night?” He said. Getting right down to it.
“ I must have fallen asleep or something.” I said. Trying to hide the lie in my voice.
“And Ryan?”
“Ryan is up in Wisconsin.”
“But his car was there.” I then explained the situation to Charley as I got myself dressed and ready to go out and present myself to the world. We hung up and decided that I was gonna go over to his house later on.
As I wolfed down the last of my cereal, I grabbed my keys and walked out of the garage door to head on over to Charley’s.
But there was a note on my windshield. It read:
Last night was awesome babe. Can’t wait to do it again sometime.
-Lane.
p.s. heres my cell 918-555-0978
I typed the number on my phone and saved it under Lane. I then sent a text saying that I enjoyed it just as much as he did and that I would love to do it again the next time hes available. I got to Charley’s house in about fifteen minutes. We sat in his room and talked about the new track coach and much of a dick he could be. But no matter what the subject was I could get my mind off of last night. And that note he left. Babe. Thats what really kept me hooked. I might have been the most popular and ONE of the many hottest at my school but Lane Gregory was the hottest. Followed by Charley and a few others.
After about three hours I went by McDonald’s to pick me up something to eat. And thats when I seen him again. He was driving a white two door pickup across the four way in front of me. I let out a short honk and watched him look in my direction. Even from here I could see his dimples forming and his muscles bulging out out of the tight tee (that matched his blue tinted glasses) he was wearing. He smiled and then waved in my direction. He turned into McDonald’s and pulled up right behind me. My house was minutes away and so I crossed the intersection, with him on my tail, and drove about two miles before pulling into my garage. I signaled for him to follow me in and just use one of my parents places. He seemed to understand and pulled in next to Ryan’s car.
As soon as we were inside he grabbed my hand and spun me around. Just like the previous night
he took ahold of my face and kissed me but this time I knew what to expect and vigorously kissed him back. We scrambled up the stairs and into my room before we started to remove each others clothing. I noticed the new smells that were began to flow off his skin. The warm sweet fragrance of Usher cologne. Sprayed the perfect amount around the perfect parts. He took hold of my belt buckle and undid expertly. He then got on his knees and began to deep throat me.
He had his wet juicy lips spread wide and with his tongue began to make circles around my crown. It felt so damn good I began to moan and beg for more. He then moved his left hand around my body and slipped his finger in to crack of my ass. He ran it back and forth over the sweat that was being produced. He then stuck that same finger deep into my anus and began to fuck me with his index finger. It felt so good. I began to scream and yell out in pleasure. He then stuck another finger in there. And then another. Three fingers deep into my ass, I couldn’t take this anymore I grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck it.
Now I might not be nine inches like Lane but I was eight. Thats still pretty big! But Lane didn’t gag once while I was fucking face off. I felt a hot rush come over me and then it reached the base of my penis. It was like someone had took a hold of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe as I empty countless loads of sperm into his wide open throat. I was tired. I couldn’t stand. My knees collapsed and I landed on my bed.
Lane was there in an instant. “Babe! Babe. Are you all right?” “This is my fault. Please don’t be mad babe please. All I wanted to do was please you. Are you all right?”
Even though I just shot out enough sperm to start a bank. I was NOT about to let Lane think he did something wrong. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck pulled him to me. I crammed ours lips together and forced my tongue into his mouth. I didn’t care if I could still taste my own sperm. I needed him to kiss me like we never had before. We kissed a good 5 minutes straight. It felt like not one breath was permitted in that time. I rolled him on his back and then went down on him. I stroked him at first then using nothing but tongue I licked every inch of this god and then submerged myself all the way down until his bush was tickling my nose. I sucked and sucked that cock for what seemed like hours. He came at least three time in this process.
He then looked at me and said without a hint of doubt…”Fuck me.” He turned over after giving me a wet suck on my dick to substitute for lube. I stuck it in about halfway and then pulled out. This went on for about two minutes until he demanded to be rammed. I went full force into that ass. Oh nothing in the world felt better. Oh My God! Without warning a came into his ass it filled him up and then I turned over for my turn. After the fucking was over we layed and cuddled for a little while.
I was tracing the six pack that he was sporting. And then out of nowhere he took my face and looked into my eyes with those mesmerizing eyes and with 100% seriousness he said, plain as day,
“I love you.”
I silently gasped. What?! Me? This god loved me?! No there had to have been a mistake somewhere I couldn’t just get this lucky in life. And I could tell he was waiting for my reaction the look in his eyes as he searched for any signs of doubt. I didn’t know how to answer. And so on impulse and purely hormones I responded, “I love you too.”
Lane smiled huge that hot smile of his and pulled me closer to him and then we fell into sleep.
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Neighbor Chaser 1

I’ve always had some adoration for Justin. From brotherly affection to adult lust. It is a bit weird since we grew up together, but that’s also the best thing about being neighbors too.

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I’m always horny

This is the first part of a longer story. If you like it, tell me and I’ll continue with the next installments!
The later parts of the story will include underage sex (not just gay, by the way!).
I’m Tom. My mum and dad died in a car crash when I was 14. We lived on a farm, in the middle of the UK countryside, miles from anywhere. They left me the farm (and loads of money), but because I was so young when they died I couldn’t live there alone. So I was shipped around care homes, until I turned 18, and was allowed to live by myself.
I returned to the farm on my 18th birthday, and after nearly 4 years abandoned, the buildings were not in the best shape. But what could I do alone, on a farm with no animals left?
Then, it hit me. Kids would love running around in the countryside, and their parents probably wouldn’t mind a break! I would set up the farm as an activity centre for kids. I dedicated 2 years of my life to restoring the farm. I split the farmhouse into 4 bedrooms, with two double beds in each. I got the bathroom extended into the garage on the side of the building. One end of the bathroom was left open, to be used as an open shower area. Three shower heads cam out of the ceiling above the space.
The outbuildings, now empty, were left as they were, apart from two large barns close to the house. I had a swimming pool built in one and the other was transformed into a large living/playing area, with sofas, games, a big TV, some video games and an adventure area. I marked out a football pitch and bought some goalposts. The site wasn’t anything special, but it was good enough. I registered as a business, did all the paperwork, blah, blah, blah… I got a website set up, and I hired a young local kid called Jamal. He was a 16-year-old black boy from the local village. He had just left school and wanted a job, so I offered him one. We set up an office downstairs, with a desk and a PC.
There’s something I haven’t told about me yet. I was sex crazy. I first had sex when I was 15, in one of the care homes. It was a boys-only one, and we were always horny, so we turned to each other for help. I didn’t think I was gay, because I liked looking at girls, at I got off to them all the time, but being an orphan, living in care homes, it was difficult to meet and get to know people. I soon realised that I was bisexual.
The day before our first guests were due to arrive, I had just finished cleaning my car. Jamal was cleaning the bedrooms. I headed back inside to the office. As I approached the closed door, I heard the clicking of the PC mouse. Jamal must have finished cleaning. I pushed open the door.
Jamal was sitting in a chair, his eyes closed. He had one hand on the mouse and the other wrapped around his huge erection! I felt my own dick starting to grow. I didn’t say anything. Then, he opened his eyes and looked straight at me. He quickly turned off the screen and covered his boner.
“It’s fine. Everyone does it,” I said, walking closer to him. I turned on the screen, and was greeted by a screen full of gay porn.
“Are you gay or bi?” I asked him.
“Bi,” he replied.
“Well guess what? I am too.” I quickly undressed, revealing a light-skinned, toned body. My 7 inch cock stood proudly from between my legs, but it was small compared to his.
He looked up at me. I asked him how big his cock was, and he told me it was 11 inches long. I never knew a guy so young could be so big! And it was thick too!
“I want you in my ass, but it needs some lube first,” I said, dropping to my knees. I tickled the chocolate head with my tongue, and he put a hand on my head. He slowly pushed my head further and further down his shaft. I fought the gag reflex as it hit the back of my throat, and I let saliva coat the length of it. He thrust his hips into my face a few times, before lifting my head up.
“Ready, boss?” he asked, with a grin on his face. I got onto his lap facing him, and lined my tight asshole up with the bulbous head of his tool. I lowered myself onto him, slowly impaling myself. I groaned in a mixture of agony and pleasure, and his cock disappeared inside of me.
“I want your cum in my mouth,” I whispered into his ear, and began to ride him. He groaned loudly. Suddenly, he pushed me off of him and onto the floor. He jumped up and aimed his cock at my face, while he jerked himself off. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. I felt stream after stream of his cum hit my face and fill my mouth. He squirted some much I thought I was going to drown. After at least 10 shots, I opened my eyes. Drips of his man goo covered his piss slit, so I licked them off. My mouth was filled with cum, so I swallowed the salty sperm in one gulp. Jamal finger-fed the cum on my face, until I had swallowed what felt like gallons of his beautifully tasting jizz.
“You like that?” Jamal asked.
“Hell yeah!”
“I’ve got one more thing for you,” he said. “Open your mouth.” I did as he said and his now soft penis started spewing piss all over my face. The bitter liquid hit my tongue and, although it tasted horrible, it really turned me on!
He finished and I swallowed what I had in my mouth.
“But you haven’t cum yet,” Jamal said. He jerked me off to an explosive climax, and he swallowed all of my sperm.
“We are doing this again and again,” I told him as we cleaned ourselves up.
“But we will have to be careful. We won’t be alone,” he replied. “This place will be filled with horny teenagers.”
“I know…” I said with a grin.

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My First Boyfriend: PART l

This story is based on my experience with my FIRST BOYFRIEND, this is sort of an continued part of my last story posted about me losing my virginity to my best friends. Now I am a little older, a little wiser and even more horny as my boy toy of a little under a year opens my eyes to what I had been missing. REMEMBER PEOPLE DO NOT SEND MY HATE MAIL, I AM NOT A ENGLISH PROFESSOR AND I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS THAT ARE WRONG. Just enjoy the story THANK YOU!!!

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Railed on the Train

This story is true up until the sex, I’m married and would never go all the way but god did I want to.
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I was heading home on a Wednesday morning , it had been three months since I’d been to sea and was looking forward to the waiting arms of my wife. I have always been afraid of planes , so I usually take the Amtrak home. I got off the boat in New York and headed to the train station for the twenty four hour trip to Florida. I arrived at the station two hours early and as usual walked down the three blocks to the nearest liquor store. Picking up my bottle of Captain Morgan, I knew my trip would go faster with the help of my good friend. I boarded the train and we left on time at eleven in the morning.
I slept for the first four hours but, woke up and decided to go have a drink. I headed to the lounge and took a seat in the last booth. I ordered two cokes from the lady at the counter and poured me a generous amount of rum into my class, topping it off with coke. Taking the first sip, I relaxed and thought in twenty hours I’d be home and could get some rest.
After an hour of just sitting there I decided to get out my laptop and finish one of my sex stories that I had been working on. In The Shower, was the name of it. I was about half way done and since it was true it just flowed out of my mind and on to the screen. I had zoned out, due to my typing and drinking , I had not noticed the man that sat down opposite of me in the booth. Not tell he spoke up.
“Hey you don’t mind if I sit here do you?” He asked
“ Oh I’m sorry I didn’t notice you, no I don’t mind, knock yourself out.” I told him
“ Thanks” He said.
I largely ignored him since I was so engrossed with my story. I had finished typing and was proof reading it. After about fifteen minutes he spoke up again.
“ Man , this is going to be a long trip , I’m heading all the way to Miami. But I can’t stand airplanes so this is the only way I travel. How about you where are you going?” He asked me.
Slightly annoyed at him I looked up and finally took a good look at him. I was kicking myself for not looking sooner, He had dark skin but not too dark, black hair ,brown eyes and a fit body. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to mutter out a response.
“ Umm, Yeah, sounds like a long trip for you. I’m heading to Tampa so I’ve got a while too. I’m Mike by the way and your name is ?” I asked
“ Oh sorry , Marcus is my name.” He said shaking my hand.
He had soft hands, unlike mine that are hard and rough from the work I do. The feel of his skin excited me. It had been a good four years since I last been with a guy but it’s never far from my mind. Being married though I don’t take the many chances that come my way. With my attention now taken away from the computer I started to talk with him.
“So what do you do for a living?” I asked
“ I’m a fashion designer.” He said “ I work for a company in New York but, I’m heading to Miami to meet some friends. Hold on a sec while I go get another drink from the bar, I’ll be right back.”
He walked off and I couldn’t help but stare at his ass, as he walked away. Something about him told me he was gay , I usually can pick them out easily and the fact he was a fashion designer didn’t help his case with me. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and declared him straight until further notice. He came back to the table and sat down , he had purchased a bottle of Bacardi and a coke.
“ Its all they have” He said “ I prefer Captain Morgan but I guess I’m stuck with this”
“ No, your not, give me your glass, I have a liter of Captain in my bag here.” I told him reaching into the bag. He handed me his glass and I poured him a good bit.
“ Thanks a lot, what luck for me to run in to someone who also drinks what I drink and have some on them. That makes you almost perfect to me.” He said
“ No problem” I told him, a little curious about the “almost perfect” remark. A few hours passed as we talked back and forth to each other about our lives. I told him I was married to which he sounded down at hearing. He told me he had been engaged but decided not to get married, he said it wasn’t for him. Around seven at night I asked him if he’d like to join me in the dining car for dinner. He accepted and I packed my computer up. We walked back to the dining car and took a table. We ordered our food and continued our conversation. We were the same age so, we had a lot in common.
“ Your job sounds so interesting!” He said “ I bet you see a lot traveling from place to place aboard a boat. What’s the craziest thing that ever happened out there?”
I decided to test his take on homosexuals and told him, “ The craziest was once we were tied up at a dock that had a bar across the street, we all got shit faced and went back to the tug, that night I guess one of the guy’s got horny and tried to fuck the captain in the ass. It didn’t go over well.”
“ Man that’s nuts but, maybe the captain was hot.” He said.
We finished our dinner and went back to the lounge, luckily our booth was still empty and we sat down. I pulled my laptop back out and finished proof reading my story and logged in to XNXX to post it. That’s when he asked. “ What are you typing anyway.”
“Oh, nothing , just stories that I write.” I said, I didn’t want him to see what I write since I was having a good time and figured it’d be awkward if he found out. But he persisted
“ What kind of stories?” He asked “ They are not naughty are they.”
Hearing the “come on show me” tone of his voice, I told him yes they were sex stories that I write but, he couldn’t read them. Why I told him that I don’t know because it just made him more curious.
“Why not” He asked “ Are they private?”
“ No, I post them online but, I don’t think they are your flavor.” I told him
“ How do you know what my flavor is?” He asked “ I’m very open to anything.”
“I don’t think you are this kind of open.” I said , “these are gay stories.”
“Really!” He said “ Let me read it”
“ Why are you gay?” I asked
“No, I’m bi “ he said “ Wait a minute if you are married to a girl why are you writing gay sex stories?”
“Well , if you must know I’m bisexual myself but decided to settle down with the woman I love. These stories are where my gay life is now.” I told him
“ So that means you jack off to gay stuff, don’t you.” he asked
“ Of course” I said “but that’s were it ends. I’m very happy with my life but, I still have desires. My wife knows I been with guys and she has been with girls. We use that knowledge in bed to fulfill our fantasies and still stay true to each other.” I said
“Well that’s not as good as the real thing. Anyway do you mind if I read them then.” he said moving over next to me.
“I guess if you want to, go ahead.” I told him as I moved the screen over. He started to read it and I could tell it was getting him horny by the way he kept shifting around in the seat.
“ Wow” He exclaimed “ This is a hot story, it could get anyone horny.”
That’s when he placed his hand on my leg , as if to get a better view of the screen. I knew better and was sure if I did not stop him he would try and see how far I’d let him go. I decided not to move his hand, I wanted to have another fantasy that I could use for a story later. Slowly his hand slid to my thigh and from there to my inner thigh. My cock had felt the incoming touch and grew to its full length down my pant leg. By now the lack of sex and the booze that I had been drinking was breaking down my inhibitions and I was getting very horny. It had been so long since I had the touch of a man’s hand on my body and I longed for it so much. He pressed on and his fingers discovered my cock, his hand jumped back slightly, I guess he had not expected it. But he quickly resumed and started to trace my cock with his fingers and gently squeeze it.
“ Feels like someone else is horny too .” He said as he stopped touching me.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” I said.
“ I have a better idea.” He said “ I have a sleeper in the forward car, how about we head that way and you can show me some more stories.”
My cock had taken control of my body now and without hesitation I said yes. We got up and I followed him down to his room. Stepping inside he locked the door behind us. I could not help myself and as he turned around I kissed him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our tongues touched and the feel of his lips made my cock pulse so hard it almost tore a hole in my pants. Still locked in our kiss I reached down and grabbed his dick, it was rock hard, I traced my hand down it and guessed it at seven inches. My own was six and a half but was a lot thicker. I decided to take command of our encounter and pulled off our shirts. Our bare skin felt so sexy rubbing together.
Gently I kissed and sucked his left nipple while running my hands up and down his chest which was shaved bare. He ran his hands through my hair and pulled slightly. I continued down to his waist line and used my teeth to undo his belt and jeans , in one motion I pulled his jeans and briefs to the floor. His cock stood strait up with a slight curve to the right. With one hand I grabbed his cock and stroked it. The smell of his crotch was intoxicating, a mixture of sweat and pre cum. I had to taste it and ran my tongue up the shaft, he quivered from the lick I had just given it and begged me to suck it. I put just the head into my mouth and sucked slowly while still stroking the shaft. Slowly working the whole length into my mouth till I had it all. For five minutes I continued to suck his cock, while he moaned with pleasure.
He motioned for me to stop and I stood up as he dropped to his knees and pulled my cock out. Reaching in to his bag he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. “ Please fuck me” he said getting on his hands and knees. I knelt down behind him and opened the condom. I tried to roll it down my dick but it was too tight. I usually use magnum sized condoms, not for the length but the girth. I decided to not use it and go bareback, I lubed my cock and his ass which seems to pulse in desire. I rested the head of my cock on his hole and slowly pushed, it went in with ease and I pushed all the way. With my cock fully engulfed by his ass I reached around and stroked his cock as I pulled out slow and rammed back in. I kept on pounding his ass so hard that our balls were sore from slapping into each other. I pulled out completely and slammed back in hard. It felt so warm and tight, even with my big girth his ass kept a tight grip on my cock, squeezing it every time I pushed in.
I could fell my orgasm building and held back as long as I could. I let out a scream that I was going to cum, he asked for me to cum in his mouth. A few minutes later I pulled out and he turned around, I jerked my cock and blew my load into his mouth. Stream after stream came flying out of my prick and onto his lips. It was to much and over flowed. I bent down and kissed his lips, savoring the taste of my cum and his lips. His cock was still pulsing from not having its release, I grabbed it and started to suck on it hard. It took only 2 minutes and he started to cum in my mouth, it was so hot I thought it would burn my tongue. He filled my mouth and I swallowed every drop, I was not going to share with him as I wanted it all. Exhausted I collapsed on the floor next to him wrapping my arms around his body and we feel asleep. It felt good to fuck a man again.
The End.
Hope you liked it. Please remember to practice safe sex.

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Bait and Switch First Anal

I couldn’t believe what she had just told me! This was so HOT! How lucky could a guy get! At least that was kind of my thinking as the petite bikini clad brunette just ahead of me led me through the dunes of swaying beach grass.

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Fell In Love With A Boy

Fell In Love With A Boy.
 
 
St Barnaby’s Academy for Young Men was widely regarded as being one of the best boarding colleges in the country. An esteemed old institution, the huge Georgian mansion house was set in acres of perfectly kept grounds. Beautiful trim lawns, magnificent woodland and the expertly tended rugby pitches were admired throughout the area.
The college had a fine history of preparing young men to become successful, well respected gentlemen and their swift and sometimes draconian punishments for wrong-doing were legendary.
It was in a dormitory within this fine establishment that young Edgar Carmichael awoke upon the occasion of his eighteenth birthday. Edgar was a slight, gangly young man, not very sporty but not very academic either; he tip-toed his way through life trying not to bother people and avoiding causing trouble of any conceivable sort.
His father, Lord Carmichael had been convinced that St Barnaby’s was the place to make a man out of the boy and had sent Edgar there as his father had sent him; unfortunately the strict regime had not had entirely the desired effect.
Edgar wasn’t interested in rugby or rowing, he had never really taken to shooting either. He did enjoy horse riding but that was about the limit of his outdoor activities. Instead he preferred to spend his time in the library reading the classics, or staying in the dorm with some Rodgers and Hammerstein. His favourite subjects were Latin and history and he often stayed behind to help the teachers carry their books.
Edgar didn’t really have any friends and all the other guys laughed at him and teased him, singling him out for all manner of vile abuses. And at no other time was this more apparent than on his birthday. He knew of course the day would be commemorated by his parents who would no doubt have sent him a hamper just brimming with splendid treats; but otherwise the day would pass largely unnoticed.
This general indifference to his special day from  all the other chaps no longer held any particular chagrin for Edgar, it had merely become a tradition in it’s own right; so consoling himself with the thought of the hamper he climbed out of bed and went to get washed.
His first lesson after breakfast was geography, and after that double maths and the morning passed on as any other. At last lunch time arrived and Edgar skipped off to enjoy pork chops with boiled potatoes and asparagus with just a smidgen of apple sauce; sitting as was his way completely by himself. He really wasn’t looking forward to games next period, but it was after that lesson that his day took a rather unusual turn.
Whilst Edgar was getting dressed after a typically uncomfortable shower, Harvey Simpson, a beautiful and strapping bloke from the same year  came up to him and whispered in his ear.
“If you want your birthday treat, meet me by the grounds keeper’s shed at eight. Don’t worry it’s nothing beastly I promise.” And with that he left and Edgar remained in the changing room pondering the extraordinariness of this turn of events.
All through English and double economics Edgar thought about what Simpson had said to him earlier that afternoon. Harvey Simpson was one of the most popular fellows in the college. A strapping six-footer he was the captain of the rugby team, and the debate team and the rest of the lads idolised him. His screen-idol good looks and God-given charisma led to all manner of tales about the girls he had known and his cocksmanship was legend.
Edgar had always admired Simpson from afar and had often wondered what it must be like to be friends with a chap like that, even fantasised about the two of them being chums. He generally got a warm and tingly feeling whenever Simpson passed him in the hall or bumped into him in a corridor. And best of all Simpson had never been a part of the bullying with which Edgar had become so familiar.
Harvey Simpson however had never acknowledged that he was aware that Edgar Carmichael even existed at all. The two had never spoken and in fact Edgar had always believed that even when Simpson had occasioned to look at him it had always been with an obvious contempt. Confused Edgar decided to try not to think about it.
At eight o’clock sharp Edgar stood, twitching slightly nervously, expecting a gang of lads to arrive at any moment and strip him naked before tying him fast to one of the rugby posts; however it was the singular figure of Simpson who strode up to meet him.
“Happy birthday old boy. Ready for your present?” He said and produced a vast array of keys on a huge metal ring, which he rattled mischievously before setting about unlocking the shed door. “Come in.” He said, entering the dim little shack and Edgar, who couldn’t seem to master his curiosity followed him in.
A flash of flame light described a cigarette lighter and Simpson began lighting a number of candles that had been arranged in a rough circle around a shabby and threadbare rug and a couple of cushions that had been placed upon the wooden floor.
“Come in, come in. Sit down.” Simpson said and motioned to Edgar to sit on the rug.
Once sat, rather uncomfortably on the wooden floor with his knees bent up and his legs crossed in front of him, Edgar waited. What the devil was he doing here? What did this Simpson chap want with him? He was soon to find out.
“I’ve brought you here Carmichael to do something I’ve wanted to do to you for ages but couldn’t because you were just too damn young. However, since today you have become a young gentleman I think there is no time to waste.”
Edgar looked up into his beautiful face. His azure blue eyes were so gentle and yet wise and were focusing on him with such intensity. His shock of blonde hair was neither neat nor messy and yet somehow both. His firm jaw was the jaw of a man yet he had the complexion of a nine-year-old girl.
Edgar began to get that strange tingly sensation in his stomach and just about managed to say “What have you always wanted to do to me?” Before Simpson leaned forward and kissed hip gently on the lips.
Without knowing what he was doing Edgar began kissing him back; his lips were so soft and so warm and so gentle that Edgar found himself completely enveloped in the moment. As his belly started fizzing and his heart started pounding, he began to get an erection. Suddenly he pulled back, ashamed and embarrassed because his penis was acting this way, but as he looked up into Simpson’s eyes there was only affection and following those eyes down to the groin Edgar saw that Simpson had a huge erection himself.
“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural. Don’t be scared either I’ll show you what to do. Now, get your cock out.”
Completely amazed with himself Edgar unfastened his trousers and revealed his steadily hardening cock, no longer embarrassed or uncomfortable. He couldn’t understand it but for some reason this whole thing felt completely natural, felt normal; as though it had been something he had been doing for years, and he roughly pulled off his trousers and took off his shirt.
Simpson was naked too now and eased Edgar onto his back and grabbed hold of his cock. He had in is hand a bottle of something which he squeezed all over Edgar’s dick and belly. Then when he was all slippery Simpson got down to giving Edgar’s hard cock a good wanking.
For a minute or so Edgar laid back and enjoyed the new experience, craning his head every now and again to watch this beautiful man rubbing his dick, when he suddenly felt a strange sensation in his anus. He looked up again and this time he could see that Simpson seemed to be shoving his finger up his arse. The sensation was strange at first but then he began to enjoy the feeling. Simpson continued to rapidly finger his ring, inserting a second and then a third; and then he bent slowly forwards and took Edgar’s pulsing cock in his mouth.
Edgar began to moan slightly as Simpson, his head bobbing up and down like a cockatoo sucked hard on his dick and continued to thrust his fingers in and out of his arse hole.
Then Simpson stopped what he was doing and manoeuvred Edgar up onto all fours. Feeling a fresh squirt of lubricant trickling between his buttocks and sensing Simpson taking up a position directly behind him, Edgar naturally opened his legs slightly and dropped onto his elbows. He felt Simpson’s massive cock slide slowly all the way up his rectum and all the way inside him and gasped as he felt something else which he didn’t know how to describe.
Simpson started fucking Edgar’s arse slowly and deeply and then began to steadily speed up. He reached his right arm around and grabbed Edgar’s cock again and then, while still fucking him hard started to gently rub his dick.
Faster and faster Simpson fucked Edgar’s welcoming arse hole; and faster and faster he tugged his dick. Both men were sweating now and breathing hard, and Edgar could feel his heart beating against his breastbone. Harder and deeper and faster Simpson went and Edgar could feel himself approaching orgasm. And then when he heard Simpson yell, felt his body spasm and felt his hot creamy cum burst into his rectum; Edgar did orgasm and shot great gobs of jism all over his own stomach.
Simpson collapsed on top of him and both of them stayed there, sweating and panting and giggling until Edgar could feel Simpson’s cock starting to shrink. At that point Simpson withdrew his dick from Edgar’s rectum and bent forward to kiss him again with those soft red lips, his tongue just briefly probing his own.
The chaps got dressed and as Simpson blew out the candles and followed Edgar out of the door, Edgar turned to him and said:
 “So how many boys have you done that with?”
“None,” Simpson replied, looking at Edgar with love and moonbeams dancing in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you.” And with that he leaned forward, kissed Edgar again and the two of them set off back to the dormitories.
And now not only was today the best birthday I’ve ever had, Edgar thought, today was the day I fell in love with a boy.
 
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