The Art of Seduction

by Pink Panther

I just disclaimed again, yeah? You know the score!

Please note! In this chapter, I introduce a new character, Aidy. Those of you who have read my story Juggling the Pieces will have met Aidy before. He began attending the grammar school that Ian goes to after doing his GCSEs, when his family moved to the Midlands. Subsequently, he and his boyfriend Jon visited Scott's flat, where he gave us some of his backstory (see chapters 35 & 36).

Here, we meet Aidy at age eleven, shortly after he starts at grammar school in Kingston on Thames, and we will find out more about the events he summarised in JTP.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

September 2006

It's Tuesday and we're back at school. We're starting Year Nine. I know it's going to be tough, but having done well in my exams at the end of Year Eight, I'm looking forward to it. It feels good to be back! Most of my classmates look much the same as they did before the holidays, but a few seem to have suddenly grown up, like the hormone monster has been giving them some special attention.

The first part of the day is given over to `beginning of the school year' stuff. Our form teacher, Mr Richardson, hands us our timetables and a few other bits and pieces, before giving us his start of year pep talk. To be honest, I find it a bit boring. Yeah, I know we've got to do it, but I want to get started!

Finally, it's morning break. As we make our way out, I'm a little surprised to find Vaughan Cooper chatting to me. Vaughan's one of the cricketers I trained with last term. As well as being a good cricketer, he's a decent rugby player, and does very well in class. He's always seemed really nice, although we've never been close.

Quite unexpectedly, I find myself hanging out with Vaughan and his friends. We chat about the holidays, and about the England test cricket series against Pakistan, especially the final test at The Oval, our nearest major cricket ground. On the fourth day, the Pakistan team refused to come out after tea because one of their players had been penalised for tampering with the ball.

"We went on the first day," Vaughan tells us. "England batted like idiots. We were all out for 173. It was very disappointing!"

"That ball-tampering thing was stupid," Michael Burns adds. "It was ridiculous for the Pakistanis not to carry on playing. England batted much better the second time around, but Pakistan were still favourites to win."

I have to agree. Although I didn't go to the ground, I saw some of it on the telly. England were fighting back, but from the position they were in, it would have been almost impossible for them to have won. Even getting a draw would have been difficult.

The bell sounds for the end of break, and we make our way back inside. `Was that a one-off?' I wonder. `Or will Vaughan and his mates want me to hang out with them regularly?'

I'll be quite happy if they do. Although I get on pretty well with just about everyone, I've never been part of a regular friendship group. Maybe that's about to change.

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Our first day is finally over. It's gone well. I head for home with a spring in my step. We've already been given some homework to do, so as soon as I've changed out of my school uniform, I settle down to make a start. I'm just getting into it when I get a text. It's from Dominic.

Neil will be doing football training on Thursdays, starting this week. Would you like me to come to yours?

I quickly send a reply.

Sure! I'll see you on Thursday, usual time!

That's a nice little bonus. I know Dom said he'd text me, but he's been super prompt, and after four days with only my right hand for company, I can hardly wait to see him again!

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It's Thursday afternoon. The last two days have flown past. One reason for that is that I've been spending all my breaks and lunchtimes with Vaughan and his gang; that's Vaughan, Michael (usually called Mike), Tom Rowley, Justin Smith and me. I've fitted right in. It feels like I've always been there, which is great.

Justin is like totally obsessed with girls. I wouldn't say that it's all he talks about, but it's definitely his main topic of conversation. I have to pretend that I'm interested, which I'm not, of course.

Actually, I reckon a lot of what he says is BS. Fortunately, the other lads seem to agree. Vaughan and Mike have called him out a couple of times. It's all very good-natured though. We have a right laugh!

I've just arrived home. It's five past four. I'm expecting Dominic to arrive at around ten past, so I hurry up to my bedroom, quickly change out of my school uniform and put on my Chelsea football kit.

I've just got down to the kitchen when the doorbell rings. I go to answer it. There he is! After six days, it's so good to see him again.

"Come in!" I say warmly, ushering him inside. "D'you want a drink?"

"No thanks!" he says, smiling.

I follow him upstairs to my room. As soon as he's pulled off his shoes and socks, I begin to undress him. His blazer comes off first, followed by his school tie and his white shirt, leaving him naked from the waist up.

I run my hands down his sides, his pale skin as smooth as silk. At the same time, my eyes drink in how amazing his body is. It takes my breath away. I guess I've seen him often enough that it really shouldn't surprise me, but it still does.

Moving on, I undo the clip at the top of his school trousers and pull down the zip. As they fall around his ankles, Dominic quickly pulls them off, leaving him dressed in his tight white briefs, the only type of underwear he seems to possess. As usual, he's already hard, the head of his dick straining against the waistband.

After running my hand over his cotton-covered erection, I kneel in front of him. Drawing the waistband of his briefs away from his body, I pull them right down his legs, allowing him to kick them off.

I moisten my lips. Holding the base of his prick between my thumb and index finger, I lean forwards, my lips closing over it. I begin to suck, slowly working my way deeper until I'm taking the whole thing. I love it! Of the three tween dicks I've sucked; Dominic's is definitely the best.

Eventually, I let him go. As soon as I'm on my feet, Dominic removes my top, followed by my shorts. Within a second, he's down in front of me sucking me quite beautifully, his fingers gently massaging what I've learned in biology is called my perineum. Instinctively, I stroke his silky red hair, totally enjoying in the wonderful sensations he's giving me.

After a couple of minutes, we get onto the bed. I wrap my arms around him, drawing him to me. With our dicks grinding against each other, our mouths meet in a full-on lip-lock, Dominic's tongue running over my teeth. Considering that he's only done this a few times, I can hardly believe how well he kisses!

After a while, we morph into a sixty-nine, another magical experience. Dom's got this really delicate technique that means he could keep me on the edge forever. On the other hand, I need to be careful. Much as I'd like to suck the spunk out of him, I don't want him to cum now. As always, my priority is to fuck his beautiful arse. Concerned that he may be getting close, I let him go.

Without waiting to be asked, he gets onto all fours, his feet down at the bottom of the bed. Kneeling on the floor behind him, I begin to lick him out. He purrs appreciatively. The interesting thing is that he's pretty tight, and the area around his bum-hole looks completely untouched. I don't know when Neil last fucked him, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't yesterday!

As always, I follow up by working some K-Y into him, using first one finger, then two. That's it. It's time to do it, and today I want to try something new. On Saturday evening, I saw a video of these two twinks fucking, the one spooned up behind the other. It looked so hot, I just have to try it.

"Okay!" I say quietly, retrieving my towel from under the bed. "We're going to try spooning. Lie down on your left side with your knees bent."

As he gets into position, I hand him the towel.

"Put that in front of you in case you cum," I tell him.

I then lie down behind, guiding my cock onto his bum-hole. Holding it with my right hand, I stuff it in. Once it's safely inside, I let it go, using the same hand to lift Dominic's right thigh before pushing the rest of my penis into him.

A moment later, I start to fuck. Oh, yes! It's every bit as hot as it looked! I'm loving it! It has the same closeness as playing horsey, but without me putting any weight on him.

I guess it does come at a price though. Having to hold up his right thigh. I'm working much harder than I usually do. Well before I'm ready to cum, I'm already breathing hard. In front of me, Dominic's moaning quietly, the combination of sounds making me hornier than ever.

As I feel my orgasm start to build, I realise that there's nothing touching Dominic's prick. I had hoped that once I got going, I'd be able to push my forearm under Dom's right leg and wrap my fingers around it.

I've got no chance! I don't even have to try it to know it won't work, and now it's too late. I bury my cock as deep as I can.

"Ngg! Ngg! Ngg! Ngg! Aaaarrrgghh!" I rasp, several ropes of teen spunk spurting deep into Dominic's bum. Wow! That was wild!

After a few seconds, I allow my dick to slide out. Releasing Dominic's leg, I grab the towel and put it behind him. Rolling him onto his back, I plunge down on him, sucking him hungrily.

I guess he must have been pretty close already, because he cums almost immediately, jet after jet of tangy boy-juice coating my tongue and filling my mouth. After gulping it down, I let him go.

"Wow!" he says breathily. "That was different!"

"You did like it, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes! It was really hot! Just a bit awkward, I guess."

He's right, of course. I loved it, but I'm knackered now, and I've still got my homework to do. I guess we'll save that one for special occasions.

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Another ten days have passed. It's Monday again and I'm on my way to school. Things have been going really well. I'm on top of all my schoolwork and I'm starting to get to grips with the stuff I need to do for my grade five violin exam. As an added bonus, apart from two lunchtimes when I was rehearsing with the string quartet, I've spent all my break time with Vaughan's gang, which is pretty cool.

The icing on the cake was that last week, Dominic came over on both Monday and Thursday. He turns me on so much! We had an amazing time! On Monday, I fucked him lying on his back with his heels resting on my shoulders, which was epic! On Thursday I played horsey with him. That was even better!

We've arranged for him to visit again this afternoon. As I'm striding along London Road, I get a text. It's Dominic, confirming that he'll be there. I allow myself a smile. That's definitely something to look forward to!

Arriving at school about five minutes before the bell, I head straight to my form room. I'm almost there when Vaughan approaches me.

"Hi!" he says, smiling. "I was hoping to catch you. It's my birthday next week. I'm having a party on the Saturday, so not next Saturday but the one after. I wondered if you'd be able to come?"

"Sure! I'd love to!"

"Great! Mike, Tom and Justin will all be there. We'll sort out the arrangements next week. We'll probably get together about half past three and knock it on the head around nine."

"Cool!" I acknowledge.

Now that really is a bonus! It seals the deal, I guess. Vaughan now thinks of me as one of his close friends, and wants me to come to his birthday party. That can't be bad!

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It's the last Saturday in September. With homework, violin practice, hanging out with my friends and seeing Dominic, I've been so busy, the past two weeks have simply flown by.

One thing that came up this week, is that Mr Bennett, the Head of Music, spoke to me. He told me that I was being considered for the end of term concert, but if I wanted to play, I'd need to find my own accompanist.

That's a problem. I would like to play, but none of the pianists I know would be good enough. There are two guys who would be up to the job, but they're in Year 12 and Year 13, and I don't think they'd want to give up their time for someone as far down the food-chain as I am, so I'm not sure what to do.

Right now, I'm on my way to Vaughan's house for his birthday party. Although it's only about fifteen minutes' walk, I've not been there before, so I haven't met his parents. All I know is that his dad teaches environmental management at the university, while his mum's Head of English at a posh girls' school in Putney.

The house is a large, late-Victorian semi, pretty typical of the area and not much different from ours. I ring the doorbell. The door's opened by a tall, good-looking guy that I'd guess to be in his late thirties.

"You must be Chris!" he says warmly, extending a hand. "Pleased to meet you!"

After shaking hands with me, he leads me towards the lounge. As we enter, Mrs Cooper appears.

"Hi!" she says brightly, smiling at me. "We're pleased you could come! We always like to meet our boys' friends. Make yourself at home!"

"Thanks!" I acknowledge, smiling back.

I get the picture instantly. They're really nice people and very friendly, but don't try any nonsense because they won't stand for it. It's not really a surprise. I guess that's why Vaughan's the way he is.

What is a surprise is that as well as Vaughan, Tom and Justin, there's a younger boy sitting in one of the armchairs. I don't have to ask who it is. With the same wavy brown hair and a similarly athletic physique, the younger lad is a like smaller version of Vaughan, only cuter.

Well, Mrs Cooper did talk about `our boys' friends', didn't she? So, this must be Vaughan's brother, whom he cunningly failed to mention. Now Vaughan's not bad-looking at all, so `cuter' means that little brother is like seriously hot!

"Chris!" Vaughan greets. "Good to see you! This is Aidy! He's just started at our place. His full name's Adrian, but everyone calls him Aidy."

"Hi!" Aidy says, smiling up at me. "Vaughan says you're a musician."

"Yeah! I play the violin. You?"

"I play piano. I'll be doing my grade five exam in a couple of weeks."

"Just a bit ahead of me then; I'll probably do mine in the spring."

"Cool!"

This is getting interesting! Up to this point, I've been trying not to show too much interest because I couldn't think of a valid reason for me and Aidy to get together. The last thing I need is to wind myself up over something that's never going to happen. But thinking about what Mr Bennett told me, maybe there could be one.

"Have you ever done any accompanying?" I ask.

"Only for the hymns in assembly, when I was at junior school. Why?"

I quickly explain the situation with the end of term concert.

"Wow!" Aidy enthuses. "I'd love to give it a try! What are you going to play?"

"The two pieces I'd like to play are Schubert's setting of Ave Maria, and the song Where is Love? from the musical Oliver! That was one of my grade four exam pieces, so I know I can play it really well."

"Sounds great!"

"Okay! Next week, I'll give the piano parts to Vaughan so he can pass them onto you. Once you've had a chance to learn them, we can get together to practise. We'll just have to see how it goes."

"Cool!" he repeats, giving me a beaming smile.

Wow! I don't want to get ahead of myself, but the way he's looking at me is well, very encouraging! I hope none of the other lads has noticed!

Just at that moment, Mike arrives. We're all here now, so let the fun begin! The four of us clubbed together to by Vaughan this new video game he wanted, so for the next couple of hours, that's what we'll be doing.

To be honest, video games aren't really my thing. Apart from anything else, I don't have time to play them. But I don't care. This is Vaughan's party, I'm with my friends, and we're having a blast. If I'm rubbish at this game, it won't matter at all.

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Over the next few hours, Aidy takes every opportunity he can to sit next to me. It doesn't always work, but when it doesn't, he just waits till we change around again to look for another chance.

Occasionally, when the other boys' attention is elsewhere, I glance across at him before quickly turning my head away again. If he notices, he responds by smiling up at me.

In between times, I take my turn to play the new video game. Once I get used to it, I find I'm not the worst, scoring victories against both Mike and Justin. I guess it's because my fingers are nimbler than theirs.

At six o'clock, we're called into the dining room for a buffet meal. There's lots of party food: spicy chicken wings, cocktail sausages, wraps, all sorts of stuff. After loading my plate, I sit down to eat, Aidy once again parking himself next to me.

Finally, we sing Happy Birthday while Vaughan cuts his birthday cake and blows out the single candle. I'm loving it! This is a wonderful party, and I'm so pleased to have been invited. After our meal, the six of us return to the lounge for more video game battles.

With the time approaching nine o'clock, things begin to wind down. By the time Dad collects me, I've got the message loud and clear. Aidy's as interested in me as I am in him. That is epic!

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The following morning, I'm just finishing my English homework when I get a call. It's Dominic.

"Hi!" he says quietly. "Neil's sister has just gone off to university. Their mum and dad have taken her. She's going to Southampton. Neil says that means he'll be able to see me every day after school, except when he's playing football."

"What about his brother?"

"That's not a problem; Luke's either got an after-school club, or he goes to see his girlfriend on the way home. Either way, he's never back before five, and it's usually later than that."

"Leaving you and Neil plenty of time to do whatever."

"Well, enough time anyway. So the only day I'll be able to see you is Thursday."

"Disappointing, but I guess that's how it is. I'll see you Thursday then! Thanks for letting me know!"

We end the call. Dominic's such an amazing sex-partner, being restricted to once a week is a disappointment. But I'm not going to get down about it. After all, I'm not losing him completely, and if things with Aidy go the way I think they might, it could all work out very well!

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Over lunch, I explain to Mum and Dad about the end of term concert. As I expected, Dad's very interested. Afterwards, he not only makes copies of the sheet music, he creates a CD with recordings of the two pieces being played on the violin with piano accompaniment, so that Aidy can hear what they ought to sound like. I'm all set!

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October 2006

Now that we're in Year Nine, everything has gone up a level. In almost every subject, the work is more demanding, and we're expected to do more of it. To be honest, I'm thriving on it. I like being busy! Since the start of term, I've hardly looked at the telly.

Two more weeks have simply flown past. During that time, I've seen Dominic twice. I fucked him in a different position each time. Last week I had him lying on his back with his heels resting on my shoulders. Two days ago, we played horsey. Both times, he came while I was fucking him. I love it when that happens!

It's now Saturday again. On Wednesday, Vaughan gave me a message to say that Aidy's been practising the pieces for the Christmas concert, and he's confident he can play them. So right now, I'm heading over to their place so that we can practise together.

Arriving at the house, I ring the bell. A moment later, Aidy opens the front door. He's dressed in like `generic' football kit: a black and gold Carbrini top and black Umbro shorts that finish no more than halfway down his thighs.

And what thighs they are! Shapely and well-muscled, they're beautiful! He's like totally spelt it out to me. I have to stop myself staring! He turns around to lead me inside. As I follow him, I'm looking at one of the most fuckable arses on the planet. Holy shit!

We head into the dining room, where the piano is.

"So how have you been getting on?" I ask, taking out my violin.

"Very well, thanks!" he says, smiling. "It seemed a bit strange at first. When I accompanied the hymns at junior school, I got to play the tune and the accompaniment. With this, I'm just playing the accompaniment, which felt a bit odd to start with. The Lionel Bart tune seemed a bit weird too. It uses chords that I'd never even heard before. Anyway, what I did was play along to the CD. That helped a lot."

"Cool! The important thing about being an accompanist is that you need to be rock solid," I say gently. "If you stumble, I'll fall flat on my face."

"Yeah, that's what my teacher told me," Aidy responds, smiling. "Actually, it's what I do anyway. I hate sloppy playing!"

"So what level did you get when you did your grade four exam?"

"I got a distinction. It's always what I aim for."

"Nice one! Me too!"

After tuning up, we're good to go. I'm impressed; this kid is good! Of course, we don't play either piece perfectly. I wouldn't have expected that on a first run-through. There are a few glitches that we'll need to iron out, and we need to get used to playing together until we really gel. But that's all doable. As long as we keep practising, we'll be fine.

After a second run-through, we take a break. Collecting chocolate digestives and glasses of coke from the kitchen, we stroll back to the dining room. Almost immediately, Aidy starts flirting with me. He's quite subtle about it, but it's definitely happening.

"Next Saturday," I suggest, "would you like to come to our place? We've got a proper music room with a grand piano and lots of other fun stuff. I'm sure you'll like it!"

"You've got a proper music room?"

"Yeah! Because there are only three of us, we don't have a big dining table like you guys have, so Dad turned the equivalent of this room into a music room."

"Is he a musician then?"

"Yeah, he plays the viola. He's a member of the Kingston Symphony Orchestra and a couple of string quartets."

"Cool!"

Having made the arrangements, we play through each piece twice more. Finally, we're done.

"I'll see you next Saturday," Aidy says, smiling as he shows to me out.

"Sure!" I respond. "I'll look forward to it."

Heading for home, I'm more excited than ever, my dick throbbing inside my boxers. I can hardly wait!

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The following Saturday, Aidy arrives just after ten. He's wearing cargo shorts and a hoodie. He doesn't look as sexy as he did last week, but still very cute. I take him to the lounge, where Dad's reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, Adrian!" Dad says brightly, getting out of his chair. "Good to meet you! Let's go to the music room."

He leads the way. Although Aidy seems surprised by some of the music-tech stuff we've got, his focus is immediately on the grand piano. Settling himself on the stool, he opens the lid.

"This is beautiful!" he purrs, running his fingers over the keys.

"Yes," Dad agrees. "It came from my parents' house. My mum was an excellent pianist. We're very lucky to have it. Okay, boys! Let's hear what you've been up to!"

I wonder how Aidy will react to having Dad in the room. As it goes, he's not fazed at all. We start with the Schubert. Considering that we've just been working on our own, the improvement since last week is remarkable. It sounds much more like I want it to.

We move onto Where is Love? That's even better! Having played it for my grade four exam and totally nailed it, I know it inside out. The difference is that since last week, Aidy's really got into it. We play it almost flawlessly. Wow!

"Well done!" Dad enthuses. "It's wonderful to hear you play so beautifully! The first piece still needs some work, but you've got plenty of time." He pauses for a moment. "You were born a hundred and fifty years too late," he quips, ruffling my hair. "You'd have been a big hit in the late Romantic Period! Oh, well! The shopping won't do itself! I'd better leave you boys to it!"

As he disappears through the door, we begin playing through the Schubert a second time, stopping wherever we notice something that's not quite right, and working through how it ought to go before moving on.

By the time we've finished, we both need a break. I lead Aidy through to the kitchen. As we sit at the table, drinking glasses of coke and eating slices of Mum's home-made bread pudding, Aidy begins flirting again, only he's far less subtle than he was a week ago. Well, with Mum and Dad having gone to do the weekly shop, we do have the house to ourselves.

I think about showing him my room, but it seems a bit early for that. Suddenly, a question flies into my head.

"Does Vaughan know you're gay?" I ask.

Even before the words are out of my mouth, I'm wondering why I asked, or at least why I asked like that. But I've done it now; I can't take it back.

"Yes," Aidy confirms. "During the summer holidays, I tried coming onto him, but he told me to stop, so we talked about it. He was totally okay with me being gay. He just said he isn't, and it wouldn't feel right to do stuff with me. He told me that I need to find `someone like me'. You're gay too, aren't you?"

"Did Vaughan tell you that?"

"No, he never mentioned it. All he told me was that you're a musician, and he got to know when you were playing cricket together. But I realised you were gay when I saw the way you were looking at me!"

"Sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"You didn't! It's cool! And don't worry about Vaughan. I told you what he said!"

I take a deep breath, trying to get my head around it all. Had Vaughan realised I was gay? Was that why he made friends with me, so he could invite me to his birthday party and introduce me to his brother?

I glance down. We're both hard. The likelihood is that Mum and Dad won't be back for at least another half hour, but I can't guarantee it. In any case, I need to take my time.

"Okay, mister!" I announce, smiling. "It's time we got some more work done. We'll give each of these tunes another run through, then call it a day!"

Returning to the music room, we complete our rehearsals. We've still got things to work on, but it's gone well. As we begin to pack away, Aidy's flirting with me again.

I keep playing it cool; this just isn't the time. Right on cue, we hear the front door open. Mum and Dad are back.

"Okay, I'd better go," Aidy says, grinning. "So next Saturday, you're going to come to mine?"

"Yeah, that's right. Then we can sort out what we're going to do during half term."

"Cool!" he says, giving me another beaming smile. "I'll see you then!"

Having said goodbye to Mum and Dad, he's on his way. Outwardly, I try to stay as calm as possible, but deep down, I'm beyond excited. After one more week of school, we'll have a week off for half term. That's when it'll happen.

In one way, I'll be moving onto new territory. From what he told me, Aidy hasn't actually had sexual contact with anyone. That's quite different from the other tweens I've been with.

So, it'll be down to me to introduce him to the delights of boy-on-boy sex, just like Alex did with me. What a buzz that's going to be! Just thinking about it makes me so horny!

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Aidy's left me with a dilemma. I can't make up my mind whether I ought to talk to Vaughan. In the end, I forget the idea. That conversation would be way too difficult, and might even do more harm than good. So, for the moment, I'll just carry on as though nothing's happening.

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It's Thursday afternoon. This half term has been the most demanding I've ever experienced. Just one more day, and it'll be over, leaving us with a whole week to unwind. I am so looking forward to it.

At ten past four, Dominic arrives, so in a sense, the `unwinding' is going to start right now! Up in my bedroom, we do all our usual stuff. I love it! Sex with Dom is such a special experience! We're snuggled up on the bed, kissing passionately when he springs a surprise.

"I was wondering," he says casually. "This afternoon, instead of you fucking me, could I fuck you?"

He's completely blindsided me. I just never saw it coming. Maybe I should have done. He made a good job of fucking both Kyle and James, and I know he enjoyed it. Even so, my initial instinct is to say no. I mean, older boys fuck younger ones, don't they?

Well, I'm sure that is what usually happens. But for reasons I totally can't explain, I quite fancy the idea.

"As long as you don't expect to make a habit of it," I tell him.

"Cool! I won't!"

"And you'll need to take the time to get me ready. I haven't taken it up the bum since before the summer holidays."

"Was that Mark?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, then! Get on all fours!"

I get into position, my bum pushed right back, my feet overhanging the foot of the bed. Kneeling on the floor behind me, Dominic parts my bum-cheeks and starts to lick me out. Wow! The way he's working on my nerve-endings is making me hornier by the second!

After a while, he moves onto finger-fucking me. Very steadily he pushes his index finger right in. Suddenly, he touches my prostate.

"Ohhh!" I gasp, my penis twitching uncontrollably. "Oh, fuck!"

A few seconds later, he inserts his middle one as well, slowly corkscrewing both fingers around before letting them slide out.

"Is it okay if we play horsey?" he asks.

Dominic's penis is still fairly slim, so I know it won't hurt that much.

"Okay!" I agree.

Grabbing my towel, I place my pillow in the middle of the bed and cover it with the towel. I then lie face-down on top, the pillow under my hips. Moments later, Dominic is kneeling astride me, the head of his cock probing my bum-hole. He stuffs it in.

"Oooohhh!" I purr, feeling him pushing deeper and deeper into my tunnel. After a few seconds, he thrusts over my sex-gland.

"Ohhhh!" I groan, the sensation even sharper than when his finger touched it.

Moments later, he bottoms out, and not long after that, he's giving me a good hard fucking. It feels amazing! I don't like to admit it, but I've missed this. Alex used to love fucking me like this, and I always got off on it.

Back then, of course, I couldn't cum. Now I can, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to. Three minutes turn into four. Dominic's still pounding away. Suddenly, my orgasm sweeps over me like a tidal wave. As my teen spunk spurts onto the towel, my bum-hole starts to spasm around Dominic's prick.

"Oh, fuck!" he groans. "I'm gonna cum!"

The very next moment, his hot boy juice is squirting into my bum. Wow! I know I don't want it to happen too often, but at some point, I'll definitely let him do that again!