Girls Are Second Best

All the usual disclaimers apply, so if you choose to read this when you know you shouldn't, you know who to blame if you don't enjoy it.

This is the first of a three part work of fiction and the characters exist only in the pages of the story.

Girls Are Second Best

Part One

Colin Gets A Man

Colin had leapt at the chance of two weeks of his school summer holiday down south with his mate, Chris. Two weeks away from his mother -- his parents were divorced and he rarely saw his father, although he still lived nearby. Not that there was anything wrong with his mother, but mothers always want to know everything, and there are some things a teenage boy does not want his mother to know!

Fair haired and blue eyed, Colin was a very attractive example of fifteen year old Lancastrian boyhood, his only downside was that he was somewhat noisy, anyone not totally deaf would know when he was within a two hundred yard radius!

Chris had gone down south the previous summer, spending a couple of weeks with his uncle, and returned full of enthusiasm about the experience. His uncle was in his mid fifties, but, apparently `well cool', allowing the then fourteen year old to have beer and even smoke. Going to stay for two weeks somewhere like that sounded like paradise to Colin, whose mother could smell alcohol and cigarettes from about a mile away! And if she even thought she smelled it, she'd blast Colin's ears non-stop for days.

There was one other reason why Colin was so keen: he was a normal, healthy teenager, he grabbed tit whenever he could, and minge if he could get near it -- more than once he'd had to keep his right hand firmly in his pocket when he got home from an evening out, convinced his mother would pick up the scent of cunt juice with no problem at all. But, as far as exercising his cock went, Colin was omnivorous; girl hand or boy hand made little difference to him, and the mouths of either sex were most welcome to swallow his almost six inches of always willing boy rod.

Of course, Colin had fingered more fannies than he'd tossed tools, but that was mostly because he'd pursued far more pussy than he'd chased cock; to be fair, he never really chased after cock, he just took it if it was there to be taken. A cock in the hand, was, in his opinion, better than a bird whose bush he couldn't get near.

Chris, Colin thought, was potential cock in the hand, or, better still, his cock in Chris's mouth. He knew his mate fucked like a rabbit, he spent more time in girls' beds than he did in school lessons, and Colin thought that, on a two week cunt hunting holiday, if they caught nothing any evening, then Chris would be up for some mutual masturbation and fellatio -- Colin being the type of boy who thought it only right to return favours, `you suck mine and I'll suck yours'.

So far it had been a complete failure! A week of hunting had brought them a few snogging sessions and a bit of still covered tit to squeeze, but of the essential flesh to flesh contact there had been nothing. That would have been acceptable if Chris had shown any signs of being up for the obvious alternative, but he hadn't. It wasn't that Chris had rejected Colin's advances and barely concealed suggestions; he hadn't even noticed that advances were being advanced and suggestions suggested! The only sex Chris was at all interested in, Colin had come to realise, was of the cock to cunt variety, which was all very well if there was cunt available, but there wasn't!

Colin was forced to look for an alternative. Masturbation settled the immediate need, but Colin had never been the sort of boy who settled for wanking himself if there was someone else who could do the work for him, and, as Chris was obviously not going to oblige, he had to look elsewhere.

The only obvious alternative was Chris's uncle, and, under normal circumstances, Colin wouldn't have dreamed of looking there: Colin had no experience of sex with men, had no interest in sex with men; he'd never even contemplated the possibility of sex with men. Colin was a teenage cunt orientated boy who used teenage cock as a fall back when teenage cunt was not available. Now he had another eight days to go with no cunt around and the only teenage cock, the cock he had expected to be his fall back, Chris's cock, clearly out of the question. He didn't know any of the local lads even half well enough to dare risk making a move on any of them -- he wanted sex, not a kicking, so there was no point in even thinking about going there.

So there was only Chris's uncle left; not that he had any intention of doing anything with the guy, of actually having the man get inside his knickers. Colin knew that some men did stuff with boys, every boy knows that; but, simply because he didn't know of any boys who had, his streetwise, horny, fifteen year old mind did not include the possibility that boys did stuff with men. That meant, of course, that his mind did not contemplate the possibility that he would do stuff with a man.

However, with the logic that only makes sense to a teenage boy, doing stuff with a man had no connection at all to wondering if a man would do stuff with him. He needed something to spice up his wanking; he'd given up on Chris -- wondering what his friend had inside his boxers and whether he'd give head or not, had kept his mind occupied while his right hand was busy for a couple of nights, but he'd given up on that. No point in fantasising about Chris giving his cock a suck when it was obvious he wouldn't even give it a look! None of the local female talent was really worth wasting a wank on, so that just left flirting with Chris's uncle as an at least vaguely interesting wank dream.

Colin had no problem with flirting; he did it all the time, though, almost always, without realising it. Like every other, reasonably fit, teenage boy, his subconscious knew he was sexually attractive. In a conscious way he used this knowledge to try to pull cunt without ever realising that he could have pulled an awful lot of cock as well, especially adult cock.

Had he not been so certain that he and Chris would satisfy each other's needs, he might have noticed, earlier in the week, that, whilst Chris had no interest whatsoever in his cock, Chris's uncle was a different matter. As it was, he discovered that interest by accident.

He'd gone for a shower, and for some reason he couldn't make the water anything but cold. No way was he going to have a cold shower, but he knew Chris's uncle was upstairs as well, doing some cleaning up. He pulled on his briefs, and opened the bathroom door, called out, and when the uncle appeared, he explained his problem, his delightful teenage body fully exposed apart from the very small area covered by the pale blue cotton of his fairly skimpy briefs.

It was a few seconds before he realised that the man's eyes were focussed, not on his face, but considerably lower down, and it was a few seconds more before he also realised that, although he'd pulled his briefs on, he hadn't done a perfect job of it, and the top of the waistband was below pube level. Not that there was anything but the very top of his not over extensive pubes on show, but those few dark hairs had certainly attracted the man's attention.

Colin hadn't intended to do a bit of cock teasing, but, the instant he noticed where Chris's uncle looked first, he had a little mental snigger. Hints and suggestions in Chris's direction had been a total failure, but flirting with his uncle might be a bit more productive!

The shower problem sorted, Colin did not forget all about the look of interest his pubic hair had received, and after his shower he put on shorts instead of jeans. In bed that night, it was once again a choice of his own hand or nothing, and the beginnings of an idea took root in his fed up with solo masturbation, mind. Would Chris's uncle be as interested in seeing his cock as much as he'd seemed to be in seeing a few pubes?

They went on a visit the following day, a visit to Bristol and Brunel's `Great Western'. All proceeded normally and uneventfully until, when they came off the ship, Colin announced,

"I need a piss; any idea where the bogs are?"

"I could do with one as well," the uncle agreed.

"I'll wait here," Chris said, and the two set off in search of the facilities.

The man, of course, was hopeful of a possible glimpse of teenage cock, and in the teenager's mind the idea that had taken root last night, began to sprout.

"What if I let him have a look?" Colin thought; "He certainly had a good stare at me pubes. Could be a laugh lettin' him see me cock."

It wasn't a `prelude to sex' thought, in Colin's mind it was no more than a bit of a tease, a minor flirtation brought on by the frustration caused by the lack of any sexual action; and, anyway, it would certainly, spice up his wanking later, thinking about teasing the guy by showing off his cock.

.

Once in the bogs, Colin flopped out his cock, making sure that the man had an unobscured view by holding it just in the finger and thumb of the hand away from the man. He started to let his piss flow and sneaked a look across to the man who, Colin was chuffed to see, was quite obviously making the most of the opportunity presented to him.

"Neat," Colin thought, gratified that someone, at least, found his cock worth looking at.

On impulse, he had a look at the man's centre as well and saw, with a slight shock, that he was doing the same as Colin -- making sure that it was available for view if he wanted to look.

He did look and, for some reason, found himself admiring; it was definitely larger than his own far from insignificant weapon, though both were, of course, still completely soft.

Since this, in his mind still just cock teasing moment, had gone so well, Colin had a moment of more daring flirtation.

Still pissing, Colin said, ambiguously,

"That's nice."

"Yeh," the man agreed, and, like Colin, he could have been referring to the relief of letting his waters flow.

Could have been, until he added,

"So is yours."

Colin's mind did a little flip; the guy thought he had a nice cock, and like most boys, Colin wasn't at all upset by knowing that someone thought what Colin knew for certain -- that he had a nice cock.

They both took a final look at the other's equipment, Colin getting rid of the drips in a slow, almost wanking motion, easing back his foreskin half way, then finger and thumb pulling it right forward so the tip of his skin just showed beyond his finger. He did it twice, knowing that his little show was being watched with interest, and then he tucked it away, flashed Chris's uncle a smile that said `Liked that, didn't you', zipped up and headed back out to find Chris.

What had been a bit of harmless flirtation had now become something a little stronger for Colin. The man had definitely looked at his cock, and had said, pretty clearly, that he thought it was a nice cock, and Colin wondered, just wondered, that if he was going to get his cock dealt with on this holiday, would Chris's uncle be his most likely source of satisfaction?

Did he want to get wanked by a man? Well, he couldn't say he actually wanted it, it was more a question of would he do it? Why the fuck not, he thought; yeh, if he got wanked by a man it'd be no big deal; a wank's just a wank, after all. Did he want to wank the man back? Not a problem, if the guy was up for wanking him, he'd certainly be up for returning the favour. No real difference from wanking a boy, and he'd done that quite a few times and it certainly hadn't turned him gay or anything. What about sucking? Same thing, really; it wasn't as if he was going bent or anything, it was just spunk release, nothing more.

What to do about it? If it had been a kid his own age he'd have just said something like,

"You fancy it?" followed by "You suck?" if the answer had been affirmative. That's what had happened the first time he'd done it with a boy. He couldn't do that with a man, though. No matter how he thought it through, the only way he could see progress being made was if Chris's uncle did the asking. Colin was quite happy to flirt and tease, but he couldn't actually offer.

As it happened, progress was made almost as soon as they got home. Chris turned on the telly, uncle went upstairs to change and Colin decided to do the same.

It was warm so he put shorts on again, though he didn't do that just because it was warm; he might as well try to keep any interest there might be going by showing off as much of himself as was possible, and, anyway, it might be fun to see if the man tried to get a look or two up his shorts -- he was certainly welcome to try.

Shorts on, Colin bounced out of his room and noticed that the man's bedroom door was open, so he just walked in, as much out of curiosity as anything.

"Nice room," he said by way of announcing his presence.

"Thanks," Chris's uncle smiled, openly admired Colin's legs, and wondered if he should risk adding another `so is yours', but decided against it.

"What you got such a huge bed for?" Colin asked, eyes fastened on the king sized plus bed that occupied most of the room.

"Well," the man said, and allowed a little smile to play in his eyes, "You never know when someone might decide to join me in it in the middle of the night."

"You wish," said Colin, automatically, then realised exactly what Chris's uncle had said. An offer, of sorts, had been made!

"No harm in hoping," the man grinned openly and Colin grinned back. `No harm at all' he thought.

"Fuck it," he decided as he made his way downstairs, "Go for it; I'm not wanking tonight if I don't have to!"

"It's a big risk," Colin thought as he lay in bed that night. Might he have misunderstood, had the man really said he hoped Colin would come to his bed in the night?

The real risk never occurred to Colin, the risk that going to Chris's uncle's bed might involve more than just a wank and perhaps a suck. Colin wasn't stupid, he knew that gay people did more than that, but the possibility that the man would want to fuck him never occurred to him; Colin wasn't gay; neither, he thought, was Chris's uncle.

He waited till about two in the morning, and, with any feelings of nervousness squashed by the feelings from his full and demanding balls, slipped quietly out of his bed and crept to his door which he opened silently. No sign of light anywhere, nothing to be heard. He eased his way to Chris's door and listened; not a sound. He turned his attention to the man's bedroom door and noticed it was open, just a crack, but it was open, as though the man was expecting him.

Silently he made his way across and pushed it open, peering inside. It wasn't fully dark in the room, the curtains were open and a glow from the street lights gave him enough to see by. The man was in bed, seemingly asleep. Was he wrong? Should he go, creep back to his own bed?

Suddenly he heard the man whisper,

"Did you shut your bedroom door?"

"Yes," Colin breathed.

"Shut this one, and come on in."

Carefully Colin eased the door shut and made his way to the bed.

"You don't need those on, do you?" Chris's uncle whispered, and Colin realised he still had on his briefs; he always wore them to bed.

He slid them off, knowing as he did so that he was committing himself, he was getting into bed with a man, and doing it naked; there could be no misunderstanding about what he was doing. If Chris was to come in now, he'd be unable to pretend he was there for anything other than sex.

He slid under the duvet, expecting things to be the same as when he'd done stuff with other lads, grab each other's cocks and go for it; not that he'd ever done anything naked in bed with a boy.

He was stunned when the man's arms wrapped round him, pulling him in close as though he was a girl. Hands wandered over his naked back and even started to squeeze his arse as though they were a girl's tits and he was even more stunned, once he'd recovered from the shock, that it felt nice and that his cock, pressed up against the man's groin had gone most definitely hard.

He was beyond stunned when he felt the man's face close to his, mouth moving on his mouth; he'd never even thought that guys snogged when they did stuff, but his mouth opened anyway and his tongue fought the same battle with the one that invaded his mouth as it always fought when he did it with girls.

Snogging a man was just like snogging a girl, he thought, but it was different as well. Somehow, incredibly, it was even hornier and his cock got even harder.

The man was hard as well, he could feel it pressed against him, and that felt horny too and the thought flashed through his brain that he'd missed out somehow in not doing stuff like this with the boys he'd wanked and sucked. That had been just for spunk release, and there was more, so much more.

He felt his legs being stroked and that was horny too. It shouldn't be horny, being felt up by a man, should it? Maybe not, but it certainly was and Colin surrendered to the hornyness and he reached between them, feeling for the man's cock, knowing as he did it that he wanted to hold it, feel it, caress it and explore it. He'd never felt like that before, he'd felt other boys' cocks because they were feeling his, favours returned.

He wanted to moan with the unexpected pleasure he was feeling, but he couldn't moan because his mouth was still fastened to the man's, his tongue still half way down the man's throat, on a search for the man's tonsils.

"Sshh, Colin," the man whispered in his near when their mouths finally parted; "Mustn't make a sound. Chris wouldn't approve."

Colin repressed a snigger, Chris would do more than not approve, he'd probably have a heart attack!

"You done this before?" the man asked his ear between nibbles of it.

"Only with girls," Colin breathed back.

"Mostly the same games, just some different bits to play with."

"Have sucked an' stuff, before," Colin confessed, anxious not to look like a virgin.

"Like it?"

"Love being sucked," Colin admitted freely. In fact, getting his cock sucked was why he'd gone with a boy the first time. He'd been out with a mate when he was only just fourteen, and, after getting well stoned the other kid had asked him if he'd ever been sucked. Colin had proudly claimed three instances of a girl going down on him, and when his mate had offered to do him, Colin had accepted after about three seconds' hesitation. It hadn't bothered him one little bit that the mouth wrapped round his cock had been male, not female, and when, the next time they did it, the kid had obligingly swallowed, Colin had happily added boys to his sexual gratification list. None of the three girls had swallowed!

"Want me to suck you?" Chris's uncle asked.

"You swallow?"

"Of course."

"Go for it!" Colin turned onto his back, put his hands behind his head and prepared to give his cock to a man for the first time.

It wasn't like getting done by a girl! Not like any boy had done it either! Girls did it almost reluctantly; boys were better, having much more idea of what made a cock feel good, but this wasn't at all what he'd expected; this wasn't just sucking to get him off, this was deliberately trying to give his cock as much pleasure as it could take!

He expected to be just taken into the man's mouth, but that didn't happen. His cock was lovingly licked down the full length of its underside, and then held upright so tongue could circle the head and tease the tip of his foreskin, softly poking inside now and again to tickle the supersensitive glans.

Down the length again to his balls, which were first licked and then swallowed, one at a time, then both together, and how he stopped himself from moaning out loud he never knew. Only the thought of his noises waking Chris kept him from expressing out loud what his mind was thinking.

His skin was peeled and soft lips brushed round his exposed helmet, tongue finding his piss slit and poking a tiny way inside. His body stiffened and his hips bucked upwards, and hand took the opportunity of sliding under him to cup his cheeks and squeeze them like tits. The mouth opened and took him in, the hands under him pushing his arse upwards so his cock was forced into the sucking mouth; forced right in! Colin could feel lips against his pubes, his entire, teenage length inside the man's mouth.

He could feel his unpeeled head pushing down the man's throat as he was swallowed, and the hands under him encouraged his body to start a fucking movement, driving his cock in and out of the man's throat.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced before; girl sucks faded into insignificance; boy sucks became, in his mind, mere preludes to this: this, he knew, was how a cock should be treated and he wondered if he'd be able to get anywhere near returning this favour; would he ever be able to suck cock like this?

The deep throating stopped and his cock was exposed again, soft breath blowing over the revealed, glistening head, sending shock waves through him. His cock was licked and nuzzled, his balls swallowed again; tongue found its way to the crack between groin and thigh and licked and slurped where he'd never been licked and slurped before. He discovered the effect tongue can have on perineum as he was slowly and expertly worked towards his climax.

He was swallowed again, and this time face fucked with energy, driving his cock into the man's throat, pulling it back and driving it in again. It was better, he thought, than any cunt fuck he'd had.

His balls tightened, his body tensed; his thighs went rigid and his breathing stopped as his sperm started its journey from balls to cock. The man sensed his impending orgasm and eased Colin's cock to the front of his mouth, still working the skin with his lips so the orgasm was not aborted and the spunk flowed.

It jetted out from Colin's cock, jetted, not spurted, filling the man's mouth with boycream, a cream that was savoured before it was swallowed and the still rock hard and now so sensitive cock was milked for its last remaining drips.

"Fuck me," Colin breathed, "Fuckin' hell; that was fuckin' awesome."

"Glad to be of help," the man smiled at him.

That, Colin decided, had been intense. Back in his own bed, he replayed the events in his mind. Sex with a man, he thought, was way different to sex with either girls or boys; he wasn't sure how to describe it, but.....there was just more of it. There was more to having sex with a man than getting sucked off, that he was certain of, and if it was all going to be as mind blowing as what he'd just experienced, he was going to get all there was going. The problem, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, was how to go about getting it.

He wasn't alone in wondering that. Chris's uncle was certain from the way Colin had performed, that he would come back for more if the opportunity arose, and Chris's uncle wanted more -- he wanted the boy's arse. Colin, he was sure, would allow himself to be fucked, especially if he gave the boy the opportunity to fuck him first; the only problem was how to go about arranging a decent chance to do the fucking.

Two more days passed with no progress. Colin had wanted to slip into the man's bed again and surrender himself to another amazing blow job, but he and Chris had stayed up till about two in the morning, playing on the computer, so it was far too dodgy to sneak in by the time they went to bed, and, anyway, Colin was far too tired to do anything but sleep.

The boys went out the next day, cunt hunting as usual, and met up with a couple of possibilities. Well, Chris found himself with one that seemed promising, but the one Colin landed up with was the `snog only' type, which did not put him in a good mood, especially as he could see Chris's hand was well inside his girl's knickers, and she was deep inside his trousers!

They got back late mid afternoon, Chris having promised to meet up with his bit of cunt later. They'd been back about an hour when Chris's phone buzzed and he uttered an excited "Yeh!" when he read the text.

"I'm on one!" he whispered to Colin when his uncle was out of the room.

"Yeh?" Colin tried to sound enthusiastic.

"She wants me to go round hers later, stay the night!"

"What about her mother? She ain't gonna want you shaggin' her, is she?" Colin pointed out the obvious difficulty in the proposed arrangement.

Chris's thumb had been busy, asking that very same question, and his phone buzzed again.

Glee and lust blossomed across his face as he read the text.

"They've got a caravan down the end of their garden," he said, "We can stay in there. And she's on the pill; mother made sure she went on it `cos she knows she shags."

"Lucky you," Colin said sourly.

"I could ask her if she's got a friend for you," Chris suggested.

"Like the one I got stuck with earlier? No thanks!"

"She was all right, wasn't she?"

"Oh, yeh, fuckin' great," Colin almost snarled; "I never even got to feel her tits!"

"Downer," Chris sniggered. "Problem is, how I get there, she lives miles away."

"Who does?" Chris's uncle asked, returning just in time to catch his nephew's last comment.

"Bird what wants Chris to go see her," Colin answered, hoping he'd ruined Chris's chance of a fuck. If he was on nothing, why should Chris get his end away?

"Where she live?" uncle enquired and when Chris told him it was a village about ten miles away, he just said,

"I'll run you out there. What time you be wanting to come back?"

"He's staying the night," Colin smirked, sure that the information would stop Chris from being able to go.

Instead, the man just looked at Chris and asked,

"You got some raincoats?"

Chris blushed deep red, Colin sniggered.

"Even if she's on the pill, no fucking unless you're wearing a mac," Chris's uncle said; "No taking any chances."

"Never do," Chris managed to get out.

"Good," his uncle approved. "When you got to be there? You don't wanna be late if you've got cunt lined up and we can pick some rubbers up on the way. And you can ring me when you've finished in the morning."

Chris's mouth hung wide open. He knew his uncle was pretty cool, but this was way beyond! He'd got a girl he could spend the night with, and not only did his uncle not object, he'd offered to take him there, collect him in the morning and get him some condoms as well!

"Lucky bastard," Colin hissed.

It was while Chris was having a quick shower before being taken over for his night of cock activity that it dawned on Colin that he'd have the rest of the day and all night alone with his friend's uncle. Chris might be getting to stick his cock in a girl's cunt, but it was the perfect opportunity for his own cock to see some more action as well!

The moment he was alone, he dashed upstairs and had a shower himself, towelled himself off and sprayed deodorant all over. He was half way back into his briefs when he paused, hesitated and then, with a muttered, "Fuck it," to himself, pulled them off again and climbed into just his shorts. If any move was made on him, it was going to be very obvious that he had no objections! And anyway, with nothing on under his shorts, the outline of his bits should be fairly obvious' especially if he shortened them just a bit by rolling the top over; if Chris's uncle looked in that direction there was a decent chance he'd remember that the barely concealed cock liked getting sucked.

For his part, Chris's uncle had very similar ideas -- he couldn't get his nephew out of the house fast enough! The thought of getting back and sampling young Colin's delights were firmly in his mind and firm between his legs! The boy had kissed avidly and given his cock freely; just a bit of careful handling, and tonguing, and his arse would open up nicely: Chris's uncle was sure of it!

He returned to find Colin on the sofa in tee shirt and shorts, looking every inch the desirable fifteen year old he was.

"Beer, or something stronger?" he asked.

"Vodka and coke if you've got it," Colin said without hesitation. It may still be early, only about six, but he was determined to get laid, and getting pissed was, in his mind, a good step in the right direction.

"Sorry I didn't come in last night," Colin said once he had a glass in his hand and a fag between his fingers, "But we was well late crashing and I just went to sleep."

"No worries," the man answered, picking up on Colin's unstated meaning -- his cock was not locked away, it was still open to offers. Not just open to offers, either; unless he was very much mistaken, the boy was not wearing briefs! He might have on boxers instead, of course, but there was no doubting that Colin's shorts were well worth looking at!

"Sorry you're stuck with me instead of out fucking with Chris," the man said, making sure that sex was, at the very least, mentioned, before parking himself beside the boy he intended to attempt to bed at the first possible moment.

"S'ok," Colin said. "The one I got lined up with wouldn't even let me near her tits, let alone her fanny. No way was I gonna get me cock dealt with." Colin was doing his teenage best to remind the man that he had a cock.

"Well, you're in serious danger of getting your cock dealt with now," the man ventured, well aware the boy had a cock and not wanting to waste a single moment of boy cock time.

"Good," Colin responded, thrilled that it was going to happen again; "I ain't spunked since you gobbled me the other night." He swigged his drink in one go and turned to face the man. "I could handle a few more sucks like that!"

"Glad to hear it," the man grinned; "But I've got to warn you; I'm a greedy bastard and if you can still get a hard on by the time I gotta go for Chris in the morning, I'll regard myself as a complete failure."

"I'll survive," Colin giggled.

An arm reached out, round the boy's shoulder, and pulled him in close. Colin allowed his body to make contact, and willingly opened his mouth as the man's face moved closer. Lips met and the familiar tongue battle began.

That he was again being treated as though he was a girl didn't bother him this time, and he gave himself up to the delights of snogging.

The hand round his shoulder slid down, found its way under his tee shirt and started to stroke his back. The other hand went to his knee, paused for a second then travelled upwards, straight under his shorts, finding his unprotected and already rapidly growing cock.

"Thoughtful boy," Chris's uncle paused in his kissing long enough to murmur, appreciating the boy's lack of underwear.

"I like to please," Colin whispered back and then sighed with pleasure as his cock was grasped.

"Never thought I'd snog with a man," he admitted when the kissing ended and his head was resting on the man's shoulder, his cock now out from under his shorts.

"Unless I'm very much mistaken," the man said softly whilst stroking his back and playing with his foreskin, "You're not finding it too unpleasant."

"Not mistaken," Colin grinned his agreement and allowed his shirt to be removed.

He was more than a bit surprised when the kissing resumed, not on his mouth, but on his nipples.

"I'm not a girl," he managed to gasp in his surprise, as his tits were licked, sucked and nibbled. He had no idea that male tits were sensitive like that, and had never dreamed that anyone, man, boy or girl, would want to do to boy tits what he liked doing to girl ones.

"No, thank goodness," the man whispered, already getting lost in lust, "Boys are much better sex than girls."

Now this was news to Colin: the boys he'd sucked and wanked with had been a fall back when there was no cunt available, it had never occurred to him to think of them a being `good sex'. Perhaps, he searched for an explanation, perhaps Chris's uncle was gay.

"You gay?" he asked, not unpleasantly, just trying to sort things out.

"Are you?" was his answer.

"No, fuckin' way!" vehement protest, instinctive protest: no way was he gay! He was only letting a man have him because he needed sex and there was no girl to have it with.

"Course you're not," the man agreed, stroking his thigh and then holding his cock upright for inspection, an inspection that included a little nibble on his foreskin. Both the thigh stroking and the foreskin nibbling felt good to Colin, and he didn't give a toss that it was being done by Chris's uncle, not by a fit, teenage girl.

"You just like having your cock treated."

"Yeh," Colin agreed, relieved that the man understood; of course he wasn't gay, he just wanted, no, needed, sex, that was all.

"Girls are ok," the man said softly, between licks of Colin's cock; "Nice, firm little tits to squeeze and suck; sweet little cunts to finger and lick out."

"Yeh, and fuck," Colin breathed; speaking normally was a bit difficult because of the sensations the man was sending through him by licking and nibbling his cock.

"Fucking girl cunt is good, fucking their arse is better, and fucking a boy arse is best of all."

Colin's brain did a little flip; he was having his cock adored and talking dirty and he loved it; it was the most horny experience of his developing sex life, and he was doing it with a man! What the fuck?

Colin had never tried a rear entry, his ambitions in the fucking stakes hadn't stretched beyond cunt. Was arse a really a good fuck?

"You tried all of them?" he asked, curious.

"Yup," was his answer, "And, believe me, boys are best."

Colin was beginning to appreciate that there were things about sex he knew nothing about, and he appreciated it even more when the man's mouth returned to his nipples, doing things that, for some reason, made his already hard cock, jerk and twitch.

Oh, shit," he gasped, trying not to make a noise, and then realised that Chris wasn't around so he moaned out loud -- no need to keep quiet this time!

He was still trying to work out why it was so good having his tits sucked when his shorts were pulled off and he was turned over. He made no effort to resist, after all, there was a hand under him holding his cock and he didn't want to disturb that.

"See if you like this," he heard the man say and then gasped as his arse cheeks were parted and a tongue started lapping around his crack and probing at his hole.

Colin had munched on more than one muffburger, but the idea of having his arse treated like a fur pie was beyond anything he knew about. Way beyond that, though, was what having his hole eaten felt like! He groaned, moaned and pushed his arse back onto the mouth that was eating him and, in doing so, managed to make the tongue poke into his hole.

Fireworks? Stars? Fuck knows, this was out of this world and he didn't want it to stop!

"Oh fuckin' hell!" he gasped when jaw ache made the man stop eating him, turn him over and start feasting on his balls instead.

"You'll never get a girl to do that," the man grinned at him when he'd given Colin's balls a decent tongue bath. "You want stuff like that, you gotta be with a man or a boy."

"Fuck," Colin whimpered, "That was awesome."

"More to come," Chris's uncle grinned, "But if you got plenty in your lush balls, I wouldn't mind a mouthful now, for starters."

"Help yourself," Colin offered, stirred up enough to feel a strong need to spunk and also wondering why the man actually wanted the stuff. He settled back to enjoy a blow job that was even better than the one he'd had two nights ago, better because he had no need to keep silent, and better because the man pushed a finger up into his well licked arse and found something inside him that sent him off the map. It did something to his spunk output too, he couldn't believe the amount he seemed to be pumping out!

"My turn," Colin said when he'd come down from his orgasm, and he shifted around so he could get the man's cock out from the shorts he was wearing.

"Don't have to," Chris's uncle told him.

"Course I do, only fair," Colin pointed out. That was the rule he played by, if a boy sucked you, then you sucked him in return; and if he swallowed, you swallowed. Ok, this wasn't a boy, but, as far as he was concerned, the rule was the same.

"You don't have to swallow."

"Fuck off; you swallowed mine so I swallow yours."

"Well, don't do it if you don't enjoy it."

Colin paused, his hand half way up the man's shorts. Fuck it,' he thought, Might as well do it properly,' and, instead of getting the man's cock out from his shorts, he pulled the shorts down.

`Fuck me, that's huge,' he thought as he revealed his meal, though in reality it wasn't that much longer and thicker than his own. It was, though, the biggest he'd so far come across; none of the boys he'd played with had anything like his own ample equipment.

He grasped it by the shaft, held it upright, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, lowering his head and using his hand to guide it in.

Enjoy it?' he thought as he felt his mouth filled, You don't do it cos you enjoy it, you do it cos you got to, `cos it's just been done for you.' He'd sucked half a dozen times or so before, and never thought about actually enjoying doing it -- not that he disliked doing it or anything, even the times he'd been obliged to swallow because that's what his mate had done for him had been ok, but he wouldn't say he enjoyed it.

Now he started to wonder; the soft-hard tube in his mouth wasn't that bad, in fact it felt good in a way, not a way he could explain, but, then, he wouldn't have been able to explain why fingering pussy felt good either.

He worked the skin with his lips and fingers, feeling the flesh respond to his actions, and for the first time in his cock sucking experience he actually did start to enjoy what he was doing. Well, not enjoy what he was doing, but enjoy the effect of what he was doing. He loved having his own cock sucked, even the pathetic attempts of the few girls he'd managed to talk into opening their mouths; and, definitely, the far better efforts of the few boys who'd done it for him; and as for the man he was sucking now, well, he'd rather get sucked off by him than repeat any of the fucks he'd had! Now, as he began to use his lips and tongue on the responsive flesh in his mouth, use them in a way he'd never used them on any of the boys he'd played with, he started to realise he was actually enjoying doing it.

Part of it was the feel of cock in his mouth and his hand, and part of it was the way he knew he was making that cock feel good.

This was good, almost as good, in a different way, of course, as having it done for him, and as he became more adventurous with his lips and tongue, even, oh so gently, with his teeth, he knew he was enjoying it, really enjoying it.

The man was enjoying it, too. He knew that from the hand that was ruffling his hair and the other hand that was stroking his back and the noises of pleasure and encouragement the man was making. Colin was giving a bloody good blow job, and he was proud of it!

Without knowing why, he knew he wanted to make the man spunk. Yes, when he sucked his mates he did it to make them spunk, he did it to get them off. This time he was doing it because he wanted to get the man off, not because that was because it was what he had to do, but because it was what he wanted to happen -- he really wanted this cock to spurt for him, to spunk in his mouth; unbelievably, he wanted to have his mouth filled with spunk!

When it happened he didn't swallow it quickly like he'd done before, avoiding as much as possible any hint of taste; he let it fill his mouth and coat his tongue and he swallowed it slowly, actually liking, really liking the slick, slimy, salty sweet flavour and texture.

He was held tight when he'd finished, when he'd got every last drip out and then sat back up, hoping he'd done it really well.

"Fuck, Colin," words whispered in his ear, "You certainly know how to suck!"

"Thanks," Colin whispered back, a wide grin on his face and a hint of spunk still on his lips.

Safely back in his tee shirt and shorts, Colin snuggled into the man who had sucked him and whose spunk he had eaten with a fair degree of relish. He'd put his shirt and shorts back on because cuddling up to a man naked would be a bit gay, wouldn't it, and Colin wasn't gay. Cuddling the man with clothes on, even though those clothes were as minimal as they could get, wasn't at all gay. Having the man's arm round his shoulder, a finger occasionally stroking the back of his neck, wasn't gay either; it was just nice, and, yes, more than just a bit sexy as well. It wasn't gay, though; not like it would have been if he was naked.

"You got any porn?" Colin, never over shy, asked.

"Standard porn flicks, somewhat less standard boy fucks girl, boy and boy or boy and man?" Chris's uncle responded, still stroking the back of Colin's neck.

"Fuck the standard stuff, "Colin dismissed over large cocks and tits and obviously false grunting, "Let's have the other." His prurient, teenage mind was quite happy to feast itself on anything that sounded as though it should not be watched.

He watched, fascinated as teenage boys fucked younger teenage girls, and older teenage girls removed virginity from barely teenage boys. It was by far the hottest stuff he'd ever seen, and he didn't think it the least bit gay that he was watching it cuddled into a man who had one hand under his shirt, stroking his back, and the other hand up his shorts fondling his bits.

The boy on boy stuff, for some reason, he found even hotter, and when it got round to men and boys, some of the boys far too young to do the things they were so obviously having an awful lot of fun doing, he was sure it was only the fact that Chris's uncle's hand was wrapped round his throbbing cock that stopped it from bursting! It was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but it was unbelievably horny!

"I think this is ready for some more action," Chris's uncle whispered in Colin's ear.

"Yeh," Colin agreed, his eyes never leaving the big tv screen where a boy with hardly any pubes was grunting in ecstasy as he took a full grown adult cock up his arse.

He allowed his minimal clothing to be removed again, and, fascinated by the on screen shagging, barely noticed that Chris's uncle had stripped as well.

The man produced a tube of something, something well slippery that he put round the head of Colin's cock.

"Come on," the man said, pulling Colin off the sofa, "Time to see if you can fuck as well as you suck."

He was in a daze as the man bent over the arm of the sofa and put some of that stuff up his arse.

"Go for it, Colin," he said. "Not quite the same as doing a cunt. It won't go straight in, you'll find a bit of resistance at first, but just keep pushing gently and then it'll just slip in and away you go."

Colin was gobsmacked! He was going to get a fuck! Ok, it was a man's arse and not a girl's pussy, but he was going to get to stick his cock inside and fuck! He could barely contain his excitement as he lined his cock up to the glistening hole and pushed slowly forward.

It was hard at first; the girls he'd fucked had just opened up and in he'd gone, but this hole wasn't opening like that. He could feel it starting to, feel the very tip of his cock going inside something that felt incredibly hot and tight, the tightness easing a tiny bit as he went further in. Then, suddenly, it opened and his cock was almost sucked inside the hottest, most velvety sheath it had ever been in!

As he felt himself engulfed he gave a long, loud moan, a moan that was echoed by the man as he felt once again the indescribable pleasure of having a thick, hard, teenage cock inside him.

"Shouldn't I be using a rubber?" Colin asked as an afterthought, trained like all schoolboys in the necessity of safe sex, though it was really a bit late now since his cock was well over half way in.

"Balls to that," the man under him grunted, "We're both safe, and I want to feel that cock of yours, not some fuckin' rubber. I want to feel you spunk inside me."

The dirty talk sent Colin over the top. He was poised on the edge as it was, taken there by the most incredible feelings his cock had ever experienced. He dimly remembered the man saying arse was a better fuck than cunt, and, as far as Colin was concerned, he definitely wasn't wrong!

He fucked the man hard, his body on top of the one he was inside and he made the man moan at the feel of his teenage rod as it plundered him. He stood up, gripped the man round the hips and drove his cock in and out with all the energy he could muster and the man moaned even more. He let go of the man's hips, leaned back so the only contact between the two bodies was teen cock in man hole, and the man added grunts and groans to his moans.

He fucked long and hard, he fucked short and fast; he fucked and he fucked and he fucked because no fuck he'd had before had been on the same planet as this!

"Oh, yes, Colin!" the man under him grunted, "Fuck me stupid! Oh, yes! Drive that boy cock in deep!"

And when Colin obliged, smashing his pelvis against the man's buttocks with a loud slap on every downstroke, he was rewarded by hearing,

"Fuckin' wonderful, fuckin' amazing, oh, just keep fuckin' me!"

How long Colin kept going he had no idea. How many times he had to pause so he could keep his spunk from flowing, he lost count of, and he forgot why he wanted to stop his spunk from spurting because all he wanted to do was spunk and spunk again.

And finally, he did. He tried to stop it again, but it was too late; he felt his balls tighten and he knew he just had to spunk, so he rammed in and out faster than ever so when his spunk came it didn't flow, it burst out as though a dam had given way and he felt as though his balls themselves had shot up into his cock and out inside the sheath his cock was buried in.

Hours, minutes, perhaps seconds later he was wrapped in the man's arms, still naked this time. He knew he wouldn't be putting clothes on again until sometime in the morning. Sated and exhausted as he was, he knew all he wanted was to be naked and available for this man, and to have sex again and again and again.

Somehow they'd finished on the floor, though Colin had no remembrance of how they'd got there.

"Shit, Colin," the man breathed into his ear as he cuddled him, "You sure know how to fuck!"

In his post orgasm haze, Colin felt a glow of pride. All boys like to hear they know how to use their cocks and Colin was no exception.

"Never had anything like that," He managed with what breath he could muster. "Never had a fuck anything like that."

"Told you arse was better than cunt," the man said softly, and Colin snuggled in closer. He had to agree, much, much better!

"Can I have a fag?" he asked, not wanting to break the cuddle, but in need of something to help him come down from wherever it was he'd been.

They got themselves off the floor and back onto the sofa, Colin ignoring his discarded tee shirt and shorts -- items he'd put back on straight away after his first orgasm because sitting there naked would have been wrong, wouldn't it.

It didn't feel wrong now; a bit daring perhaps, maybe even just a bit blatant, but certainly not wrong like it would have been earlier. He allowed the man to light his cigarette for him and found himself hoping that an arm would go back round his shoulder, and snuggling in closer with a contended little sigh when it did. He didn't feel at all as though he was being treated like a girl when his naked skin was stroked and a little kiss planted on his neck. He knew he was being treated like a boy, and boys who never allowed themselves to be treated like this had no idea just how much they were missing out on!

It was whilst that thought was coming to the front of his mind that he heard his voice asking another thought that had been lurking in his brain. It was partly because he wanted to talk about sex, to talk dirty as all teenage boys do when they have the chance, and partly because he was just curious.

"Would you shag Chris if you had the chance?" his voice said.

"Mmm," the man thought it over, not seeming at all put out by being asked if he fancied his own nephew; "Bit skinny, nowhere near as good looking as you; but he is quite sexy, don't you think?"

Colin blushed, just a little, and gave a shrug as his reply.

"No chance, though, is there," the man went on, seeming not to notice the slight embarrassment in the boy beside him. "You've been trying to get inside his boxers since the moment you got here, and he hasn't even noticed."

Colin went a deeper shade of red; how did the man know that?

"Just as well, really," the man went on, still deliberately not noticing Colin's bright red face. "If he'd have put out for you, I wouldn't be having the fun that I am."

Colin tried to sputter some sort of reply, some sort of denial of what was the truth.

"Don't be silly," the man said, not at all unkindly, quite the opposite in fact, "If his cock was available for you, there's no way you'd have let me know yours liked being treated."

Colin had to admit the truth of that, though he didn't like the idea of the man he'd just fucked knowing he was nowhere near first choice!

"'Spose," he grunted.

"Don't worry about it," the man smiled at him, "I'm just well happy that my nephew is so scared of cock that his mate has had to ask me for help."

Colin sniggered; there wasn't much else he could do.

"You reckon he's scared of cock?" Colin was intrigued, and also quite content to talk dirty again.

"Terrified; you ever seen his? Of course not," he went on before the boy could reply; "I bet he even wears his boxers in the bath in case he catches sight of his own."

Colin snorted with mirth, that description of his mate wasn't far off the one he'd come to himself!

"And as for wanking," the man went on, "At a rough guess, no more than once a week."

"How the hell do you work that out?" Colin was horrified; once a week? Who could exist with that?

"I do the washing, remember."

Colin had a sudden grateful thought that he'd long ago learned to use tissues instead of sheets and underwear.

"Don't mean he don't wank," Colin said, partly to defend his friend and partly to defend his own honour because his own sheets and briefs were innocent of tell tale traces.

"Yeh, he might use tissues," the man grinned, "But Chris is not a tidy boy, and he'd leave spunk filled ones all over his bedroom floor." He paused, looked the boy directly in the face, and with a big grin, added, "Unlike someone else who usually flushes them away."

"Got to at home," Colin grinned back, "There'd be hell to pay if she found wank signs anywhere."

"Must be awkward having to remember to clear up, what, three times a day?"

"And the rest," Colin boasted. "Won't have to bother here now, though, will I."

"Just let it squirt out on the sheets, not gonna bother me," Colin's thigh got a stroke; "Must spoil it having to make sure not a drip goes where it shouldn't."

How right was that! Colin thought, though he did sometimes push back the covers and let it shoot on his chest and then wipe it off later.

He even felt relaxed and brave enough to reveal that element of his masturbatory practices, but then, boys often tend to do that when they're sitting naked, cuddled into a man they've just fucked and are talking dirty.

"What's it like, getting fucked?" This was something Colin really wanted to know before it happened, and he knew it was going to happen sometime very soon.

He'd expected an answer something like, "You'll love it," but the man took him seriously.

"Getting wanked is pretty good, isn't it," he said, "Much better than doing it for yourself."

Colin nodded.

"Getting sucked is better still."

Again Colin nodded.

"Fucking cunt is pretty fantastic."

This time Colin agreed verbally.

"And fucking arse, especially a boy's arse, beats that hands down."

"Man's arse does as well," Colin enthused, still glowing from the best fuck of his teenage life.

"Well, add all those together, and you come up with something like what it's like to be fucked."

Colin did the arithmetic and then wondered out loud why it was so good. He was treated to a biology lesson on the purpose, function and location of the prostrate gland and, in awe, asked,

"You mean you can be made to shoot by being fucked? Without your cock being touched at all?"

"And shoot gallons! Remember how much you spunked up when I sucked you earlier, when I had a finger up your hole?"

"Shit," Colin breathed, "That was an awesome spunking!"

He thought for a moment, and then asked the next, obvious question;

"Why didn't you spunk when I was fucking you? Didn't I do it properly?"

"Oh, yes, you sure did it properly!" Chris's uncle enthused, "No doubt about that!"

"So why didn't I make you spunk?"

"I don't reload as quickly as a fifteen year old," the man grinned; "And you'd not long before sucked me off, remember?"

Colin did remember, and remembered enjoying doing it as well!

"When you gonna be ready again?" he asked.

Chris's uncle looked at him, a question clearly in his eyes.

"Ready to fuck me," Colin elaborated for him.

"You want to be fucked?" It was everything the man hoped for, but he had expected to work a lot harder than this to get it!

"I fucked you, so you fuck me; fair's fair!" For Colin it was quite simple -- someone did you a favour, so you returned it.

"And anyway," Colin pointed out with teenage reason, "If it's as good as you say it is, no way am I missing out!"

He abandoned himself to the snogging session that followed, more than happy that the battle of tongues was accompanied by lots of manual attention to his bits; and to his back, his shoulders, his tits and his thighs as well. He even grabbed more than one handful of what the man had to offer, finding he enjoyed cock more and more, yes, actually really enjoyed it. Feeling cock felt nice, and he wondered why he'd never realised that before.

He was surprised when the snogging moved from his mouth to under his arm; surprised, but not at all reluctant to work out if he liked that as well and decided he did.

He liked it even more when his tits got the same treatment; that was something he already knew he liked, though he was still a bit surprised that it made his already well exercised cock start to harden again.

He made a few little noises plus the occasional squeal of pleasure while his nipples were being nibbled and grunted with satisfaction when mouth replaced hand on his favourite toys.

The noises became louder when he was turned, unprotesting, and his arse subjected to a tongue wash. He remembered Chris wasn't around so he became more vocal as his hole was penetrated by tongue, and even found himself saying, no, `commanding' was probably a better word;

"Oh yes! Eat my arse!"

He became seriously vocal when he the arse eating ended and he was turned on his side, a finger, coated in that same slippery stuff that had been earlier smeared on his cock, eased comfortably into his well eaten hole and his cock was swallowed whole.

One finger became two and he felt like he'd never felt before, and when two became three he almost howled with delight.

In the middle of his howling, while three fingers opened and stretched him, he spunked again and even he was surprised he'd managed to produce anything so soon after the enormous spunking he pumped up the man's arse not all that long ago.

Even more surprising was that he did not want things to stop! His now getting near to overworked cock stayed hard in the man's mouth, and no way did he want the feelings in his arse to end -- they were just beyond!

They did end though, and he felt a brief moment of intense disappointment as those fingers withdrew from him and his compliant body was repositioned, on his back this time, his legs drawn up so his knees rested on his chest.

His hole gaped open, he knew it was open because it felt so different from normal, and more of that slippery stuff was finger worked into him; and then, at last, he knew the thing pushing at his open and ready hole was not a finger, but a hard cock.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, in anticipation and in pleasure, and he almost bellowed "OH YES!" again as he felt that cock slowly entering him.

It filled him! It seemed to stretch him as wide as his entire body and he grunted in pure happiness as he felt it go in and in and in. In until he could feel the scratch of pubes on his arse cheeks, in until it seemed to reach his stomach.

It stayed there for a bit, just filling him and he felt grateful that it stayed still while he both adjusted to having it inside him and wondered at how marvellous it felt. It stayed still until he didn't want it to stay still, he wanted it to move inside him, make him feel even more pleasure as it slid in and out of his tunnel of lust and he was about to scream that he wanted it to move when the movement started.

The man fucked him slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt the boy, wanting the boy to enjoy his fucking; and also relishing the feel of his cock inside the tight, hot, slippery, velvet hole of a second before virgin boy.

Slowly he increased the length of his thrusts, and with each thrust he drove a yell of pleasure from the throat of the boy. Gradually he increased his pace, carefully noting, even in his lust, the reactions of the boy. In the opinion of Chris's uncle, a boy should enjoy his first fucking, enjoy it so much that his first was not his last; a properly fucked boy will always be aware of his need for a cock to fill his hole.

He made it last until he thought the boy could take no more, until he'd pounded the gasping, panting, teenage flesh to the edge of oblivion, and then he relaxed his self control, made no more efforts to hold back his orgasm, and, with a few, long, slow, deep as it would go, thrusts, he climaxed and unloaded inside the boy, holding his cock still so the boy could feel it swell and throb and spurt deep inside his body.

He didn't pull out straight away, allowing his cock to soften inside the boy first so there was no sudden loss of feeling, and no sudden feeling of loss for the teenager. Once out, he gently eased the limp, exhausted body into a cuddle position and held it tight. He knew the next few minutes were vital for the emotions of the freshly fucked boy, that when dazed senses started to return, they should register warmth and affection; that he should not feel used and discarded. Colin had not given up his virginity because he was a cock hungry boy slut who craved a man inside him, he'd done it because his sense of honour demanded he should return the favour that had been given to him: a wank for a wank; a suck for a suck, and now, a fuck for a fuck.

Chris's uncle was all too well aware of the mass of complicated and often contradictory thoughts and emotions that would be rushing through the boy's mind; some conscious and others at the subconscious level. Colin was, essentially, a `straight' boy; cunt was his cock's prime objective. If the first cock to enter him had belonged to one of his mates it would have been no big deal, just the next, logical step on from having that mate's cock in his mouth. They would have used each other's holes simply because there were no girl slits available and their fuck hungry teenage cocks were demanding something more than wanking and sucking. It would have been a laugh, no more than the best way they'd found to ease the ache in their over-filled balls.

But Colin hadn't let a boy take his virginity, he'd let a man three times his age enter him, and that is a very, very different thing. It was absolutely essential that he never ever wondered if he'd been manoeuvred into giving his arse to some boy hungry predator who'd just wanted to fuck him, and didn't give a fuck about him now that he had.

Chris's uncle knew the ambiguity of his thinking, even the hypocrisy of it. He'd fancied the boy from the moment he set eyes on him; he'd deliberately gone into those bogs with the boy in the hope of getting a glimpse of his cock, and when the boy had let him see it he knew he wanted to do a lot more than just look at it. He hadn't actually planned on seducing the boy, but, when the chance came to bed him, he'd grabbed it without a second thought, and when fate presented the opportunity to enjoy the boy's arse, he'd taken it. He hadn't fucked the boy because he loved him; he'd fucked him because he loved fucking boys.

Colin, he knew, would wonder, debate and agonise, once he'd come down from his fuck induced high, if he'd done the right thing, if what he'd done had been wrong. His body had enjoyed the sex, no doubt of that; but what about his mind? Would his mind tell him that it was sex he should not have enjoyed, that he was now somehow unclean, an outcast from the world of normal, straight boys? Or would his mind agree with his body, decide that it was just sex and that sex is fun and that he now had another way to empty his balls when there was no cunt to be had? The next few minutes were crucial in deciding which conclusion he would come to.

He lit two cigarettes and put one against the boy's slack lips. Colin automatically raised a hand to his mouth and limply grasped the cigarette, drawing deeply on it and exhaling slowly, his eyes closed.

"Thanks," he muttered and drew again.

Life eased back into his brain and he registered he was held, cuddled into the man and he snuggled himself a bit closer. He heard a whisper in his ear,

"Thanks, Colin; that was wonderful. You are wonderful."

And he glowed with satisfaction, something more than just satisfaction, but he didn't know what that something was.

"Mmmmm," was all he could muster in reply, a sigh of contentment. Later, in the safe darkness of the big bed, he would wonder out loud if he'd done the right thing, but that would be for reassurance, a confirmation that it would be right for him to want to do it again, and that doing it again wouldn't stop him from wanting girls. For now, he just relaxed in the arms of the man who had taken him, and whose hands, he knew, would soon be adoring his body again.

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