The following story is a Homosexual fantasy. If it is illegal for you to read such material please leave now.
Tom woke, and realised immediately where he was, during the night they'd untangled and Paul lay by his side, still asleep and breathing deeply. Tom eased himself from the bed and went for a piss. As he stood at the bowl he glanced at his watch, 7:45, he had an idea. He shook his thick prick which was stiffening. Looking in the cabinet he found a jar of Vaseline, taking a liberal dollop on two fingers he worked them into his chute, his stiff prick leading the way he returned to the bedroom. Paul was still asleep, Tom gently lifted the covers, the Boy was now on his side his cute 6 inch cock rock hard. Tom slipped back into bed and spooned into him, reaching behind him he grasped one of his firm melon like cheeks and pulled Paul forward until his cock was between his own firm ass cheeks. With a little manoeuvring he got the knob to the entrance of his hole, he pulled Paul forward as he pushed back, he sighed deeply as he was easily penetrated by the Boy's smaller cock. When he'd got as much of it in as he could he began flexing his sphincter around the throbbing shaft. Paul woke with a start, Tom twisted his head around, "Morning lover," he murmured, "how's your bum?" "Feels OK." Paul replied. "Oh my God" he gasped when he realised where his throbbing cock was. "I'm fucking you!" Waves of emotion swept through his mind as sensation after sensation flooded his sexy young body. He fucked into Tom hard and fast, but his body was ahead of him "OH YES... OH YES... OH YES!" he cried out as his rigid cock pulsed and he shot his boycum deep into Tom's bowels. Tom held him inside his chute, he could feel the Boy's heart hammering against his back. He clenched and unclenched his sphincter keeping Paul's cock hard. "Again Lover?" he asked. "Please Tom, please!" Paul panted as he regained his breath. As Paul started to fuck he reached under and round Tom's body and fondled his balls as he began to wank the thick stiff shaft. "Mmmmm, lovely, just nice and steady, I want to enjoy this for a bit." Tom moaned. Paul settled into a steady rhythm which soon had Tom groaning with pleasure. Paul felt Tom's balls start to tighten and, remembering yesterday's lessons he started to withdraw his cock all the way before plunging back in to the hilt. "Lover he called me," he thought as he ploughed away, "yes, that's what I want. To be his lover." Both of them were breathing heavily now, "I'm going to cum." Tom gasped. Paul plunged as deep into Tom's chute as he could, and as Tom began to shoot his youthful spunk onto his chest, the clenching and unclenching of his hot hole around Paul's throbbing cock released another load of boycum deep into his bowels. Paul ran his other hand down his chest collecting Tom's cum, then he covered Tom's jerking knob to catch the rest of his hot cum.
When they were both spent Paul pulled out of Tom's hole with a plop, then he brought his cum covered hand to his mouth and quickly licked it clean. They embraced and kissed passionately at first, then tenderly, running their hands over each others bodies. The door opened. "Come on you two, get up, Bill's got breakfast for you downstairs, so hurry and get cleaned up." Don came over to the bed. "How's your bum Paul? Let me have a look." Paul untangled himself from Tom, threw back the covers and rolled onto his belly. He was totally at home with these guys now and felt no embarrassment about his nudity. Noticing the aroma of sex in the air, let alone the odd cum stain on the sheets Don looked quizzically at Tom. "It's all right Don, I never touched his bum, it was the other way round." Tom said grinning up at him. "God!" Don exclaimed. "I wish I could have seen that."
Don checked Paul's boyhole and noted that it seemed back to normal, but he gave Tom a tube of ointment for after they had showered. As Tom and Paul walked into the kitchen after showering they caught Don and Bill embracing, so they weren't the only one's who'd had fun last night! Over breakfast Don told them that Tom was to take Paul home, hopefully charm his mother and try to bring him back for midday. John had persuaded a boy called Red to come round the Club House and try to join. Tom told them Red was a lad called Richard's nickname, he had red hair, was 19, but only looked about 16, 5 ft 8, thin but wiry, and had white skin like marble. Don's eyes lit up at that. They wanted Paul and Tom to be there to put him at his ease, he and Bill would be in the secret room, hopefully taking photos if anything developed. "One more thing, Paul, nothing thicker than a finger up your hole today, let it heal. OK?" "OK Don, if I go home now Dad will be visiting Gran, and I'll have a better chance of getting Mom to let me come back, she'll like Tom, and he can charm anybody!" Paul said playfully digging Tom in the ribs.
It worked, Paul's Mom was taken with Tom, they told her he'd been in charge of the camping expedition. Then Tom explained they were doing up a mate's garage as a Club House and Paul had said he'd help out. She ummed and ahhed, but finally agreed. When they told her they'd had breakfast she insisted on making sandwiches for the afternoon, told Paul she'd put Dad right and sent them on their way. They couldn't believe it had been so easy and were soon back knocking on Don's door.
End of Part 13. Any comments/suggestions to INSILVA92@aol.com