The Art of Seduction

by Pink Panther

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

June 2008

It's the last Sunday in June. Having spent the past week doing our end of year exams, it's finally time for us to relax. Fortunately, it's a glorious summer day with not a cloud in the sky, perfect weather for a trip to Esher Common.

The four of us meet up just after two. After cycling to the car park and securing our bikes, we head to the area where the bracken is. As Dominic predicted, it's only waist-deep, a good two feet shorter than it was when we came here last August. It seems that once the summer comes, it grows really fast!

Skirting around the edge of the field, Dominic leads us much further away from the track than when we came here last year. Stopping, we check around us. We can see a few people on the track, but they're barely dots in the distance, and are actually heading away from us.

With Dom leading the way, we start to push through the bracken until we're as far from any prying eyes as we can get. After another check, we duck down under the lush green canopy. Having settled into our hiding place, we begin to undress each other; Aidy with Dominic, me with Tyler.

"Remember!" Dominic warns. "No bobbing up until we're dressed again!"

I set eagerly to my task. There's something magical about this place. For some reason, having sex out here is so much more exciting than doing it in someone's bedroom. It occurs to me that his type of vegetation must have been growing around here for thousands of years. It's like we could be boys from some ancient tribe, coming out here to enjoy each other's bodies, the older lads guiding the younger ones, just as they've been doing ever since.

With my heart already pounding in my chest, finally I pull down Tyler's underpants. Even though he's not a tween anymore -- the healthy crop of golden-brown pubes above his penis is proof of that -- he's still beautiful. Naked as he is now, he's stunning, and so sexy!

I allow him to return the favour. With the smell of bracken flooding our nostrils and the hot sun warming our naked bodies, I draw him to me, our lips meeting in a wild, passionate kiss. Romping around on our springy green carpet is just the best experience possible. Everything seems so alive!

Eventually, I manoeuvre him onto all fours. Lying down behind him, I push up onto my elbows, my tongue lapping insistently at his cute little boy-hole before thrusting right inside. After pulling away, I retrieve the K-Y from the pocket of my shorts, using two fingers to work some into him.

"Okay, lie down!" I say quietly.

Without hesitation, Tyler lies face-down in the bracken, his legs wide apart. Kneeling between them, I lower myself onto him, guiding my well-lubed cock onto its target. Moments later, it spears into him. Taking my time, I continue to press down, my cock, which thickens towards the base, gradually stretching his still hairless bum-hole. Finally, he's taken my whole length.

For a few seconds, I lie right where I am, basking in the wonderful sensations. It's been more than eight months since we were here, and I've been so looking forward to it! And on this perfect day, it's everything I hoped it would be.

After taking a deep breath, I pull back a good four inches, pause for a moment, and thrust in hard. Within a few seconds, I'm fucking him remorselessly, giving his beautiful little arse a serious pounding. I'm going to make sure that this is a fuck neither of us will forget in a hurry!

Looking up, I see Aidy lying on his side in front of me, his right leg cocked upwards. Dominic is spooned up behind him, the red-head's hard teen cock pistoning in and out of my boyfriend's bum. Fuck! I don't think it can get any hotter than that!

My attention is quickly drawn back to what I'm doing. Beneath me, Tyler is moaning and whimpering, his hard prick rubbing back and forth against the bracken.

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" Aidy squeals suddenly, "I'm going to cum!"

I look up again to see him shaking from head to toe, little drops of clear fluid squirting from his throbbing prick. A moment later, I feel Tyler shuddering beneath me, his cute little boy-hole going into spasm around my cock. Immediately, I thrust in as deep as I can, rope after rope of my hot, creamy spunk spurting into my blond friend's cute little boy-hole.

After one of the longest, most powerful orgasms I've ever had, suddenly everything is still and peaceful again. After a few seconds I carefully pull out, my balls feeling like they've been squeezed dry. Squatting on his haunches, Tyler quickly expels the spunk that I just deposited inside him, making a white puddle in the bracken.

Holy shit! I knew I'd cum quite a bit; I hadn't realised I'd shot that much! It's no wonder my balls are aching! Reaching into the cargo pocket of my shorts, I take out the sheets of toilet paper I brought, handing them to Tyler as he pulls on his underpants.

"Doesn't Aidy need any?" he asks.

"I brought my own," my boyfriend responds, grinning. "I knew what we'd be doing!"

A few minutes later, we're all dressed and heading back to the car park. I'm beyond elated. Fuck! That was the most amazing sex ever! And after all the work I've been doing, I totally needed it!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

July 2008

For me, the end of year exams have gone better than ever. Not only did I make it into the top three in my form; I was in the top ten in the whole year. Although I say it myself, that's a high standard. If I can maintain this level, I'll be on track to make it to one of the top universities, maybe even Oxford or Cambridge. Understandably, Mum and Dad are very happy!

Of course, being Mum and Dad, they're like totally grounded about it. Their message is loud and clear: `We're very proud of what you've achieved. It just shows what you can do when you put the work in. So don't get complacent and forget what got you to this point. Just keep doing what you've been doing!' It's okay; I get it. If I want to get to a top university and give myself the opportunity of a good career, I'll need to keep working just like I have been doing.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At the end of next week, school will finish for the summer holiday. This evening, it's the school's end of term concert. Like last year, our two best soloists have just finished their A-levels and have decided not to play, and so Aidy and I have been given the honour of closing the first half.

We're buzzing! We're playing the same pieces that we played at Christmas, when the audience gave us a great reaction. Well, several months on, we can play them even better! We can hardly wait to get out there!

Just before twenty past eight, Mr Fearnley introduces us onto the stage. With this being our fourth appearance, I guess people are getting to know us, and based on our previous performances, we seem to have built up a level of respect, like they know we'll play well and deserve to be here. As we take our places, we receive a round of applause like they're actually pleased to see us.

Our two pieces go like a dream! Once again, all the hard work has paid off. Aidy supports me quite wonderfully. If I play a phrase in a slightly different way, maybe changing the timing a little, or putting the accent in a different place, he'll be right on it, like he can sense in advance what I'm going to do. I guess that comes from all the hours we've spent playing together. At the end, the audience gives us the most enthusiastic applause we've ever received. It has to be one of the best feelings ever!

As we closed the first half of the concert, as soon as we're off stage, I hurry out into the hall. Before I can get to Mum and Dad, I've got my friends all over me. That's special. Even though these guys aren't musicians, they could relate to what we did up there. It means a lot.

"The best part," Vaughan says quietly, taking me to one side, "is that you don't let it go to your head. You get up there and play like that, but afterwards, you're one of us again."

"Thanks!" I acknowledge. "I've got Aidy to thank for a lot of it. He's been superb! I couldn't have found anyone better to work with."

"Yeah!" Vaughan agrees, giving me a knowing grin. "I told you before; you two are really good together!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

August 2008

After a great two-week holiday on the Algarve, we're finally back at home, and I'm busy again. With my grade-6 violin exam scheduled for the beginning of October, I need to use this time to put in lots of practice. As well as working on the three test pieces, I'm grooving the scales and arpeggios so that I'll be able to play them perfectly without even thinking about it.

In addition to that, Aidy and I need to sort out the pieces that we're going to play at the Christmas concert. We've already settled on the first movement of Rieding's Concertino in D Major, which is one of the pieces that I've already selected for when I do my grade-7 exam. We love it, and we're sure the audience will too!

Towards the end of our summer break, David's going to come round to give us some ideas about more modern tunes we could play. After he helped us pick My Favorite Things, we're really looking forward to hearing his suggestions. Meanwhile, we've both got plenty to work on!

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On Tuesday morning, I get a call from Dominic.

"Hi!" I say brightly. "How was your holiday?"

"Good, thanks! How about you?"

"Oh, the same, definitely! We've not been to the Algarve before. I loved it! So are you guys going to be coming round here, or d'you want us to come over to Tyler's place?"

"Well, that's the thing," he says, sounding thoroughly pissed off. "I can come round to yours if you like, but we won't be seeing much of Ty; probably nothing."

"Really? Why's that?"

"Oh, right at the end of last term he hooked up with this eleven-year old who'll be starting at our place in September. It seems that they live really close, yeah?"

"So Ty's teaching this kid how we enjoy ourselves?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he says, sounding like he knows there's nothing he can do. "He said he's not rushing things, but they're `getting there'."

"Oh, right!" I respond, not knowing what else to say. "Well, you're welcome to come round; I know Aidy will be pleased to see you. We're practising on our own today, but he'll be here tomorrow. If you come round about half past eleven, we'll be able to get some work done before you get here."

"Cool! I'll see you then!"

We end the call. That was very interesting! Although the news about Tyler is disappointing, for Dominic especially, I can't say it's a surprise. After all, Ty's only doing the same as I did, and at roughly the same age; Dominic too, for that matter.

From what Dom said, I'm guessing that before the end of the holiday, Tyler will be sticking his hard four-and-a-half-inch prick into this eleven-year old's bum, and shooting his boy-juice up there. Well, I'm not going to criticise him!

One thing I am certain of though is that there's no chance of Aidy doing that. Unless I've got it completely wrong, he hasn't the slightest interest in younger boys. If anything, he's into guys older than me. I guess that's why he went with Mr Blake.

Aidy's a bottom, and my guess is that he always will be. It seems weird, thinking about it now, but Alex could have been on a good thing there if he wasn't such an idiot.

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And so the holiday continues. A couple of times a week, Aidy and I have a threesome with Dominic. Either we do a chain fuck with Dominic in the middle, or Aidy gets spit roasted, with me in front and Dominic behind.

Although it's all very enjoyable, I have to admit that it's lost its sparkle. The fact is that Dom doesn't really interest me anymore, and from what I can tell, I don't think he's greatly attracted to me. But he keeps coming over, because right now, we're the only boy-on-boy sex he can get.

On two other occasions each week, it's just me and Aidy. Now that's a different matter! Determined to show him how important he is to me, I'm always super-affectionate, and try to give him the best time I possibly can. He definitely appreciates it. He loves me making a fuss of him!

From my point of view, it's totally worth it. We have wonderful sex! And he is important to me! Without him, I wouldn't have achieved half of what I have. I'd walk off a cliff for him if he needed me to. More than that, he'll continue to be important to me until the day I finally leave school and head off to university.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's the last Saturday in August. Our summer holiday is finally coming to an end. September starts on Monday, and the following day we'll be back at school.

Over the past month, I've been working on my music harder than I ever have, practising for up to five hours a day. It's definitely paying off. I can hardly believe how much my playing has improved.

This afternoon, David is coming round to discuss the music that we're going to play at the school's Christmas concert. He arrives at half past two. With Aidy and I already ensconced in the music room, Dad brings him through.

"Good to see you again!" he says warmly, as he and Dad take their seats. "I hear you've been working really hard over the past few weeks!"

"Yes," I confirm. "But it's been fun, hasn't it, Aidy?"

"Yeah!" Aidy says, grinning.

"I believe you're going to be playing the first movement of Rieding's Concertino," David continues. "That's an excellent choice! So now we want to pick something to balance it with. Now I assume you boys know Jacob Fox?"

"Yeah," I confirm. "He plays the double bass. He's already been offered a place at the Royal Academy."

"Quite right!" David responds, beaming at us. "Jacob has sat in with us a few times when we've been short. He's an outstanding player! Now as you probably also know, although he plays classical to a very high standard, his main interest is jazz, which is what he'll specialise in at the Royal Academy. So I suggest that we find you a jazz standard to play, and bring Jacob in to play the bass part. How does that sound?"

"Interesting!" I say, grinning.

"Of course, it'll have to be pseudo-jazz because you boys don't improvise. So, as well as the tune, I'll have to write out your solo parts, just as I did last time. Now the tune I'd suggest is Autumn Leaves, first because it's fairly straightforward as jazz standards go, and second because most of the audience will know it. So let's listen to it."

Dad quickly plugs David's MP3-player into the amplifier. Moments later, the tune begins. As I might have expected, David's got it right on every count; first that I recognise it, second that I like it, and finally that as long as he writes our parts out, I'm confident we'll be able to play it.

"So what do you think?" David asks as the tune ends.

"Oh, it's great!" Aidy enthuses. "I've never played anything like that before."

"Yeah, it's good," I say cautiously. "But are you sure that Jacob will be willing to play with us?"

"Ahh! We've already had a word about that!" David says, beaming again. "Jacob heard you at the last few concerts and was suitably impressed. When you get back to school, all you have to do is ask him."

"Thanks, David," I acknowledge, smiling.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

On our second day back at school, Aidy and I go to the Sixth Form Common Room to find Jacob Fox. He seems pleased to see us.

"Oh yes!" he says, smiling. "David Wilmington spoke to me about it. I'd love to do it if you want me to!"

"Thanks!" I say, rather taken aback. "The thing is, we only got our parts yesterday. We'll need to learn them first before we start rehearsing."

"Yeah, that's cool! How long will you need?"

"Two or three weeks. I've got my grade-6 exam at the start of October, so I'm having to practise for that as well."

"Well, how about we have our first rehearsal at the end of September? That'll give us loads of time."

"Sure!"

"Okay! I'll give you my phone number. Contact me nearer the time and we'll fix up the details!"

With phone numbers exchanged, we leave him to it. I'm amazed by how nice he was! I expected him to act like he was doing us a favour. Instead, he seemed really enthusiastic about working with us. I guess we must be doing something right!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At school, my status has definitely changed, especially around the music department. Having previously been regarded as a nobody, this term, I've noticed that a few boys from Years Seven and Eight actually seem to look up to me. Of course, I'm not letting it go to my head, but it's a nice feeling.

In most cases, they're just being friendly, wanting to know how much practice I do, which exam I'm preparing for, what I'm going to be playing at the Christmas concert, all that sort of thing. I don't discourage them. If you're going to play well, you have to work hard at it, and that's what I tell them.

However, Sheldon Wright, one of the new Year Seven boys, does seem to hang around me rather more than the others. He's a violinist too. He's been playing for three years, and has just started working towards grade-3. Although he hasn't actually flirted with me, he definitely seems `interested'.

Sheldon's around 4'7" and on the slim side of average, with straight brown hair that grows in a little cowling on the right side of his forehead. Along with nicely defined features, he has intense hazel eyes that don't seem to miss anything. Although I wouldn't describe him as stunning, he ticks lots of boxes!

But for the moment at least, I'm playing it very cool! For a start, I'm ridiculously busy. I just don't need this. Then there's the four-year age gap. At this point, I have no idea how good Sheldon is at keeping his mouth shut. That's crucial. Going with a boy that much younger than I am could cost me everything I've worked for.

Most important of all, I'm not really sure where Aidy's head is. We've talked about not being exclusive and having fun with other guys, but I'm not certain that he's totally onboard with it, and the last thing I want to do is upset him. So as far as Sheldon's concerned, I'm sitting on my hands.

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It's Tuesday afternoon. We've been back at school for four weeks. Aidy and I are in my bedroom, sensuously undressing each other, the essential prelude to some serious love-making.

"Chris," he asks. "When we talked about having fun with other guys, did you really mean it?"

"Of course!" I confirm.

"Did you just mean when we're together?"

"Not necessarily," I respond cautiously, beginning to wonder where this is going. "Why d'you ask?"

"On Saturday afternoon, I bumped into someone I really like."

"Oh, I see! Would that be someone I know?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"Martyn Swift."

I swallow hard. This is a serious brain-fuck! Martyn, who's in Year Thirteen, is one of the stars of the school rugby team. Standing 6' tall, he's very good looking and must weigh around thirteen and a half stone (190 pounds, 86kg) despite not having an ounce of surplus fat. It's like he's got `rugby player' stamped all over him. He's a good student too, and I believe he's aiming to get into Oxford, though I'm not sure how having sex with a thirteen-year old fits in with that.

"You do know he's got a girlfriend, don't you?" I query.

"Yes," Aidy admits, giving me a conspiratorial grin. "But he has needs that she's not willing to meet."

"So is the girlfriend just for show?"

"I'm not sure. He thinks he's bisexual. That's what he told me."

"So he likes girls, but he's also into boys like you?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Well, I'm in no position to call him out. But are you happy with that?"

"Yeah, I guess. Martyn's really nice, and he's got a beautiful cock!"

"I'll take your word for it!" I say, grinning. "So what happened on Saturday?"

"His parents were away, so we went back to his house."

"And?"

"After we'd got to know each other bit more, he fucked my brains out."

"Not a total surprise, I guess! You realise you'll need to keep this very quiet, don't you?"

"Oh, we know that!" Aidy says confidently. "We know we can't be boyfriends, or anything like that. And we'll only be able to see each other occasionally, like maybe once a week. Look, Mum and Dad aren't stupid. They know that we do a lot more than play music together. But you're a friend of Vaughan's and they like you. They also think our relationship is good for us, which it is. Of course, they can't approve it `officially', so they look the other way."

"I see!"

"We were thinking about Thursdays."

"Really? What about Dominic?"

"Well, that's not going anywhere, is it?"

"I thought you liked Dominic?"

"I do; not as much as Martyn though! I'll call Dom and tell him my piano lesson's been moved to after school on Thursdays. He won't know any different, will he?"

"I guess not. So what am I going to do?"

"Whatever you want. If I'm not going to be here, I don't think Dom will bother coming."

"Probably not," I agree.

"And you've got an admirer, haven't you?"

"Have I?"

"Of course you have! Smallish kid, violinist, hair about the same colour as mine; always tries to hang around you anytime we're by the music rooms."

"Oh, you mean Sheldon. Well, I was aware of his interest, but I haven't made any moves because I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it."

"Well, I'm cool!" he says, smirking at me. "You like younger boys; I like older ones. That's just how it is. Of course, we'll stay together, just like you said we would. But now I've found an older guy I really like that I'm going to have some fun with, so if you want to do that with Sheldon, go for it!"

"Of course, I'll have the same problem as you and Martyn, you know, about keeping it quiet."

"You'll just have to make sure the kid knows he mustn't say anything. If he really wants to do it with you, he'll get the message."

"You are a naughty boy!" I whisper, carefully removing Aidy's boxer briefs. "Listening to you could get me into all sorts of trouble!"

"Mmmm!" he purrs, melting into my arms. "You know you like it!"

I allow myself a smile. I really don't have an answer to that! Gently placing Aidy on the bed, I snuggle up next to him. Moments later, we're making passionate love.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At around half past eight, I get a call from Dominic.

"Hi!" I say brightly. "I guess Aidy must have called you."

"Yeah," he says. "One of those things, I guess."

"So are you still going to come here on Thursday?"

"I'll pass, if that's okay. These days, it's like you and I are both after the same thing."

"Yeah, that's cool."

"I guess I need to find someone else. Any ideas?"

"No, sorry!"

That, of course, is a lie. I could have told him about Greg, the boy I fucked in the upper-floor toilets. I just don't feel comfortable doing it. So, we end the call and that's it. The decks have been cleared. If I want to go after Sheldon, I can.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

October 2008

The following afternoon, Aidy and I have our first rehearsal with Jacob. It goes really well. There's still lots of polishing to do, but we've got the basics in place. Jacob is amazing to work with! He's so enthusiastic, and more than happy to share his knowledge and experience with us. I know already that this is going to be a wonderful learning experience.

It's been a reality check too. If I harboured any ideas about going to music college, I don't anymore. I love playing, but after working with Jacob, I know that I'm not going to be good enough to make a career out of it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's quarter past four and I'm back at home, in my bedroom. It seems strange to be on my own on a Thursday afternoon, but it is what it is. It was far too soon for me to have invited Sheldon to come here today.

As it was, I spent a little time testing the waters. During the lunch break, when I saw him by the music rooms, I was a little friendlier than I've been previously, a bit more open. He reacted very positively!

I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I reckon that there's every chance that this time next week, he'll be here in this room. Then I'll run through my routine, just as I did with Aidy, and we'll see how things develop!

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The following day, Aidy shows up at ten past four, looking very pleased with life. After leading him up to my room, I park us on the bed.

"So how did your date with Martyn go?" I ask, looking him straight in the eye.

"Oh, it was amazing!" he enthuses dreamily. "He fucked me senseless again! It was wonderful!"

"What puzzles me a bit it that when Alex fucked you really hard, you hated it. Is Martyn not as big down there or something?"

"Actually, they're about the same size, but their approach was totally different. Once he'd got his cock into me, Alex rushed things. That's why it hurt so much. Martyn wasn't just careful putting it in. He took things really slow until he knew I was comfortable with him being there. And when he started to fuck, he just gradually built it up until I hardly knew which day it was! And Alex called me a slut, remember? Martyn kept telling me how cute and sexy I am!"

"Yeah, well that's different!" I say, smiling.

"It was awesome! It's just as well he put a towel over the pillows; I came way more than I usually do!"

"So he had you lying face-down?"

"Yeah!"

"Would you like me to fuck you like that?"

"Oh no! Martyn and I have sex, but that's all it is. We make love, right?"

"Totally!" I agree, drawing him into a passionate kiss.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Wednesday lunchtime. Over the past couple of days, Sheldon has definitely been flirting with me. But he's a bright kid. When there are other people around, he's had enough sense not to make it obvious. I like that!

After eating my lunch, I head to the music rooms. I find him in the foyer, reading the noticeboard.

"Hi!" I say brightly. "How are you today?"

"Good, thanks!" he replies, smiling up at me.

I make a quick check. There's nobody near us.

"Tomorrow," I ask quietly. "Have you got anything on after school?"

"Not really!"

"I wondered if you might like to come round to my house. It's not far."

"Yeah, that'd be cool!"

"Okay then. Tomorrow, when you're dismissed, just lose yourself for five minutes or so till everyone's disappeared. Then make your way to the corner of London Road and Hanover Street, outside the dry cleaners. I'll meet you there at ten past four. When you see me, just follow me down Hanover Street, yeah? It's five minutes' walk to my place."

"Yeah!" he agrees, his eyes sparkling. "I'll be there!"

"And you know you mustn't tell anyone about this, right? Not anyone!"

"Sure!" he responds, giving me a knowing grin. "I won't say a word!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After school, Aidy and I have another rehearsal with Jacob. This time, we're on it right from the start. Jacob only has to stop us a couple of times, once because the timing was a bit off, and once because we needed to put in an accent that David hadn't shown in the score. After twenty-five minutes, Autumn Leaves is sounding pretty good. We've still got work to do, but we're well on track.

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I'm expecting Thursday afternoon to drag. Actually, it's not too bad. Our final class is history, and Mr Webster keeps us on our toes, asking lots of questions and stuff. We don't have time to get bored. Almost before I know it, the bell goes for the end of the day.

After saying goodbye to my mates, I head to the upper floor toilets and lock myself in one of the stalls. Emerging a few minutes later, I make my way out of school and onto London Road.

As I approach the corner of Hanover Street, I spot Sheldon waiting outside the dry cleaners. Grinning at him, I simply keep walking, turning the corner to head towards the house. After walking about another twenty yards, I quickly look over my shoulder. Just as I'd hoped, Sheldon is following about ten yards behind. Happy that everything is going to plan, I continue to the first corner, where I wait for him to catch me up.

"Hi!" I say warmly. "I'm sorry I had to ask you to do that, but I wanted to make sure nobody saw us together. We'll be fine now."

"Cool!" he responds, grinning up at me.

A few minutes later, I let us in through the front door. I'd like to show him the music room, but time's a bit short. In any case, our half term break is coming up. If things work out, we'll have plenty of time for that.

"Would you like to come up to my room?" I ask, smiling.

"Sure!" he responds, beaming back.

I lead the way upstairs and into my room.

"Well, this is it," I say, closing the curtains.

Seating myself on the side of the bed, I gently draw him down next to me. We grin at each other. Reaching across, I immediately begin stroking his thigh. I'm taking things quite a bit faster than I have previously, but we both know why we're here.

"Do you like me?" he asks, giving me a cheeky grin.

"Of course I like you," I respond, wrapping my other arm around his shoulder. "I wouldn't have invited you here if I didn't. Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"No, but I've known I wanted to for ages!"

"Really? Why was that?"

"Stuff I've seen on the internet."

"No parental controls?"

"Nah! Dad was supposed to set them up, but he never got round to it. He's like that; always too busy."

"Oh, I see!"

"So what have you seen?"

"Mainly boys about your age, you know, doing stuff like sucking each other's willies, and bumming."

"Oh right! Those guys are known as twinks. They're actually eighteen. They just look younger."

"But the stories are better!" Sheldon enthuses, grinning. "Especially the ones about boys at boarding school doing stuff together! Some of them are really exciting!"

"So is that the sort of thing you'd like us to do?" I ask, looking him right in the eye.

"Yeah!"

"Well, I think we'd better get comfortable then. Take your blazer off, then your shoes and socks."

With our blazers and footwear discarded, we set about undressing each other. Surprisingly, Sheldon doesn't seem at all nervous, his eager fingers quickly undoing my shirt buttons.

"Relax!" I say gently, stroking his silky brown hair. "We're not in that much of a hurry!"

Within half a minute, we're both naked from the waist up.

"Stand up!" I order.

With Sheldon standing in front of me, I undo the clip at the top of his grey school trousers, and pull down the zip. Easing them off his hips, I skin them right down his legs. After quickly pulling them off, he stands up again.

Licking my lips, I admire my prize. He's got a beautiful little body, everything in perfect proportion. His thighs are amazing; not as muscular as Aidy's were at that age, but much more shapely than Tyler's. Reaching forwards, I run my hands over them. They're beautifully soft and smooth. As I do so, my eyes are drawn upwards to the hard bulge in the front of his skimpy white briefs.

"You're hard already!" I comment, gently stroking it with the back of my index finger. "Okay! Swap places!"

Sitting on the bed, Sheldon has little difficulty in undoing my school trousers. As they fall around my ankles, I quickly remove them, leaving me dressed only in my black trunks.

"You're hard too!" he comments, grinning.

"Yeah! That's what you do to me! Would you like to pull them down?"

Taking hold of the waistband, he eagerly skins them down my legs, allowing me to kick them off.

"Wow!" he exhales. "You've got a beauty!"

"I'm glad you think so!" I respond, grinning. "Okay! Swap over again!"

With me back sitting on the bed and Sheldon standing in front of me, I quickly remove his underpants. My eyes widen. His uncut penis is around 3.5 inches long and still fairly slim, a tiny nozzle of foreskin projecting beyond the tip, a pair of firm round balls sitting immediately beneath. Best of all, I can't see a trace of hair anywhere on his body. Wow!

Holding his prick between thumb and index finger, I gently retract his foreskin, exposing his pee-hole. Leaning forwards, I take it into my mouth, sucking it right down to the root. It's hot and super-hard, the way only a tween boy's can be. Sliding back up, I run my tongue over the exposed tip.

At the same time, I run my hands up the backs of his thighs and onto his beautiful white globes. Although quite small, they're wonderfully soft and springy; far more malleable than I'd expected. Holy moley! How much better is this going to get? Finally, I allow his glistening boy-spike to slide out of my mouth.

"So how was that?" I ask, smiling up at him.

"Awesome!" he responds. "Can I suck yours now?"

"Sure!" I agree. "Kneel down!"

Moments later, he's kneeling in front of me.

"Just remember to keep your teeth out of the way," I tell him, opening my legs. "Put your lips over them," I add, demonstrating the technique.

Holding my cock around the base, he guides it into his mouth and begins to suck. It's a beautiful sight!

"Just take it easy," I urge, gently stroking his hair. "Don't try to take too much. You're doing great!"

He is too! He's sucking around two-thirds of it, about four inches, which is absolutely fine. Although I don't think he'd make me cum, the sensations are a delight. But the real bonus is knowing that mine is the first cock he's sucked. That makes it very special!

"Okay, you can stop now," I say, sensing that he's starting to tire.

Moving across to lie on the bed, I pull him towards me. He snuggles right up without me even asking.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" I ask.

"I guess," he says, sounding less than certain.

At first, he's rather hesitant, like he thinks kissing is a bit `girly' or something. Then suddenly, he gets it. Moments later, he's all over me, his tongue wrestling with mine. Wow!

"Are you going to bum me?" he asks abruptly, looking me right in the eye.

"What makes you ask?" I query.

"In lots of these stories I've read, the older boys bum the younger ones. It sounds very exciting!"

"It certainly can be," I answer, trying to stay as calm as I can. "But it's a big step. Are you sure it's what you want?"

"I'd love to try it! I want to feel your willy up my bum!"

"Just one thing," I say grinning. "What you have is a willy. But once you start growing up, like I have, it's called a cock, okay?"

"Okay, I want to feel your cock up my bum!" He pauses for a moment. "When I play with myself," he whispers. "I always stick my fingers up there. I love it!"

"Okay then," I concede. "We can give it a try. I'll need to get you ready first. Now while I'm doing that, if it starts hurting and you want me to stop, just tell me, yeah?"

"Cool!"

"When I put my cock up there, it will be a shock, and it'll probably hurt. It's always like that the first time. Just try to relax and the pain will go away."

"So will you shoot your boy-stuff into me, like they do in the stories?"

"Yes, I will. And `boy-stuff' is called `spunk', yeah? The proper word for it is semen, but spunk is what most guys call it."

"Cool!"

"Okay," I say gently. "Get on all fours, with your feet sticking over the end of the bed."

I take a deep breath, trying to get my thoughts together. When we came here today, there's no way I expected to get as far as this. I thought that maybe by half term he'd be ready to take my cock. But given how soft and pliable his bum is, and that he's been finger-fucking himself, this might just work. I really hope he doesn't start crying when I get my cock up there, begging me to take it out. To get that close, then have to stop would be so frustrating!

With Sheldon in position, I kneel on the floor behind him and begin licking him out.

"Ooooh!" he gurgles. "You're licking my bum-hole!"

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah! It feels amazing!"

I get right back to it. I'd guess he's been putting his fingers up there quite often. I have no problem getting my tongue into him. That makes him gurgle even louder.

It's time to move on. Retrieving the tube of K-Y, I start to finger-fuck him. He clearly wasn't blagging. He takes the whole of my index finger with no problem at all. I add my middle finger directly below it, pushing in both digits as far as they will go. There's still no protest.

Finally, I slowly corkscrew my fingers around to open up his anal ring. Although he is pretty tight, even that treatment doesn't seem to faze him. With nothing more I can do, I let both digits slide slowly out. And that's it. He's as ready as any other boy I've been with. The only thing left is to fuck him.

"Back in a mo!" I say, getting to my feet.

Hurrying to the spare room, I collect a pillow and bring it back, placing the two pillows lengthways in the middle of the bed, one on top of the other.

"Lie down!" I order.

Sheldon lies face-down with his torso resting on the pillows, his boy-parts right at the lower end, his bum elevated perfectly. Spreading his legs apart, I kneel between them, smearing K-Y over my dick. Taking a deep breath, I lower myself onto him, guiding my glistening prong onto the eleven-year old's waiting boy-hole.

"Now push out like you're having a crap," I tell him.

As he pushes out, I push down. After a moment's resistance, my cockhead pops inside.

"Ohhhhh!" Sheldon gasps. "You've got your cock up my bum!"

"Yeah!" I respond, soothingly stroking his hair. "Now just relax! The more you relax, the better it's going to feel."

Resting on my hands, I patiently hold my position. My cock's gone in only a short way past the head, not even two inches. After what seems like ages, I feel Sheldon begin to relax, the pressure starting to ease.

"Are you ready for some more?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah!" he answers. "Do it!"

Very gently, I start pushing down again, my hard teen cock steadily reaming his beautiful virgin tunnel. I thrust over his prostate.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps, his whole body shaking with excitement.

A few moments later, I bottom out, my pubic bone pressed tight against his bum. I am ecstatic! After almost two years, I've finally done it again, just as I did with Aidy. Simply knowing that my cock is the first one that Sheldon's ever taken is the most amazing buzz possible! All I have to do now is finish it.

"You wanted me to bum you," I whisper, right into Sheldon's ear. "Well, it starts now!"

Pulling back three or four inches, I begin to fuck him with long, powerful thrusts. Holy shit! He's so warm and tight, the sensations are unreal! I press on like I'm on autopilot, listening to Sheldon's quiet moans and whimpers as he lies pinned helplessly beneath me.

Suddenly, his moans become louder. A moment later, his boy-hole goes into spasm around my cock. What?! As I'm fucking his virgin arse, he has a dry cum! How amazing is that!

Well, that's all it takes. I thrust right in. My cock jerks powerfully, several ropes of creamy teen spunk spurting deep into Sheldon's bum. Holy shit! It doesn't get any wilder than that!

After a few seconds, I carefully pull out, rolling off onto my back. I lift Sheldon up. Parking him down on top of me, I give him a big, sloppy kiss.

"Well, mister?" I ask, smiling. "Was that what you wanted? You were incredible!"

"That was epic!" he declares, his eyes sparkling. "It was even more exciting than I thought it'd be! And you shot so much spunk up me, it's leaking out!"

"Yeah!" I agree. "We'd better get to the bathroom."

This part's important. I've just taken his cherry, the biggest privilege any boy could give me. Although there are no signs of it, he could be feeling pretty fragile. I need to make sure I look after him.

"Are you okay?" I ask gently, parking him on the loo.

"Yeah!" he responds. "My bum's a bit sore, but that's all. It'll be fine! Of course, it was a shock when your cock went into me, but you warned me about that."

I continue to be gentle and attentive, gently wiping his bum, helping him get cleaned up, and finally slipping some toilet paper into the back of his underpants to ensure he doesn't make a mess. At this point, it's all I can do.

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At half past ten, I go to bed, the same as I usually do. Unfortunately, the adrenaline's still flowing, the events of this afternoon playing over and over in my head.

I can hardly believe what happened. Sheldon proved to be a far better prize than I expected. Taking the kid's cherry was just the ultimate! I wasn't sure I'd get to do that again.

It suddenly dawns on me that this could be just the start. I'll be at school for almost three more years. Will Sheldon still be hanging out with me at the end of it? If Aidy and I stay together like we've planned to, I wouldn't think so. We'll drift apart and he'll find someone else.

But next September, another group of eleven-year olds will come to the school. I'll certainly come into contact with the ones involved in music. If I encounter another boy like Sheldon, I could find the temptation impossible to resist. And the September after that? Well, who knows? Sheldon's my latest. Something tells me he might not be my last!

As this is the final chapter (for now at least) I would really appreciate your feedback. In particular, if you'd like me to continue the story, you need to tell me! Please contact me at archimedes294@hushmail.com , and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.