Matsis adventure

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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. IT CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY INVOLVING MINORS. I DO NOT ADVOCATE OR CONDONE ACTUAL SEXUAL CONDUCT CONTRARY TO APPLICABLE LAWS. I BELIEVE THAT FICTIONAL FANTASIES ARE PROTECTED AS FREE SPEECH. IF SEX INVOLVING MINORS DISTURBS YOU, OR IF YOU ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO LEGALLY READ THIS WHERE YOU LIVE, (YOU SHOULD AT LEAST BE 18 YEARS OLD!), DO NOT CONTINUE!!!

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Hello, my name is Mats and I wanna tell you something! In in the school holidays there are always some crazy ideas in my head and this time I have decided to write some sort of report on the most exciting year of my entire life, the recently finished 1995. What is so special about this year? Well, I am sure that you will find out in just a few minutes. Some weeks ago I celebrated my 15th birthday and think that my experiences in the last year are not exactly what one would expect from a normal 14-year-old. It all started in January, 1995.

1 Weekend with friends

It was Thursday night and as usually I was working on myself, as usually trying to avoid sudden movements or treacherous noises in order not to wake up my younger brother. He was 11 years old and did not yet discover the full features of his young body. I was doing it slowly, gently rubbing the head of my cock with thumb and forefinger of my right hand. But the feeling was not as good as it should be and this was due to the fact that my favoured beating-off-fantasies were overshadowed by some other oppressing thoughts. In just about 8 hours I would have to stand up, drive through the piercing coldness and conduct a really disgusting test in mathematics which was the subject I liked least. But that was not all. Carefully I turned around in my bed and stopped stimulating myself. More important things had to be worked out. My parents, brother and little sister were to leave tomorrow afternoon to visit my grandparents. I could not join them because on sunday there was a tennis team-championship where my participation was required. So I was facing one and a half dull days alone at home. Plenty of time on my own, but I couldn't stroke myself permanently, could I? So I had asked my mother if I could bring one of my friends to sleep in our house and she had allowed me to. Now I was wondering whom I should invite. This seemed to be a unique chance for me so I had to think carefully. There was Kai, my best friend. But he had slept at my place for some twenty times before and nothing ever happened. I shut my eyes and projected the imagines of my classmates on my inner eye. Who could be interested in some little games? Finally I decided to try Jan. He was about half a year older than me and also some inches taller. He had dark-blonde hair, dark-brown eyes and a body one could only dream of. Moreover there were rumors that he was very close (very, very close) with Philipp, another of my classmates. But since they were very popular among our classe's girls nobody had ever suspected them openly. So I figured I could eventually get some of my fantasies transferred to reality. If he would refuse to come (and I thought there was quite a big probability that he would) I was forced to get back to Kai. Content with my solution I dreamed away, saving my juice for a better occasion. The next morning, after the dreadful test, I turned around to Jan and asked him. "They don't arrive back before Sunday?", he asked back incredulous. "Yeah", I answered, "the whole house only for us!". "OK then, I'll come. Shall I bring something?" "We have enough to eat and drink, but you could perhaps bring a video or something else to have fun with." A cunning grin scurried over his face. "I'll find something!" After that the rest of the school day was easy to endure. It was too good a feeling to know that a whole weekend with this sexy guy was awaiting me! At 4 p.m. the last suitcases were put into the car and my mother dismissed me. "Be careful, will you?", she demanded up to the mark. "Of course I will, mom." "Good, we'll be back on sunday afternoon, I hope you'll have some fun with Jan." "I think I will. Good-bye!" They were briefly waving their hands and then I was alone. I started preparing for Jan's arrival. On my way home I had had a very good idea and longed to carry it out. I hurried in the room which I was sharing with my brother. I removed a cupboard and his writing-table. This furniture was quite heavy and I was sweating a bit. But finally I could contently view my work: Mine and my brother's bed were standing directly beside each other, hardly an inch between them. I hoped that this construction would become a real playground during this night! After that I took a quick shower and placed the armchairs in the leaving room so that we could watch TV more conveniently. At 6 p.m. our door-bell was ringing. Excited I hurried downstairs and with a broad smile I opened the door. But this smile faded away immediately when I noticed that Jan hadn't come alone. Philipp was standing beside him, both were sweating and Jan held a dirty football in his right arm. He did not seem to notice the change of my mood and entered the house, laying down the ball next to the door. "Hi!", he said. "We have played soccer and I told Philipp about your being alone. We figured that one additional guest would increase the fun a bit, doesn't it?" "Yes, of course" I replied, trying to sound happy. "Come in, hurry up or you will catch a bad flu!" After that we (mostly they) decided that it would be best if they took a brief shower in order to protect themselves. I should lend both a one of my pajamas. I showed them to the bathroom and heard them giggle while they were undressing. "Shit", I said, walking upstairs to my room to fetch the pajamas. Now they would have some fun together, first in the shower (I felt that something was growing in my underwear when I was imagining these cute guys showering together. Actually they were in the shower I just standed nude in some thirty minutes agoin and I couldn't join them!) and then through the whole evening while I was forced to provide the equipment and the nourishment without any benefit for me. It was really annoying. I was working through my cupboard and discovered three long pyjamas, two of them green and one dark-blue. "If they wanna wear pajamas I will do it too", I thought, starting to undress. I removed pullover and shirt, slipped out of my jeans, took off my socks and put down my shorts. I heart someone scream from downstairs and hurried into the dark-blue pajama. Then I jumped into my slippers, grabbed the green pajamas and ran down the stairs. I knocked at the bathroom door and Jan opened, only a wet towel around his hips and his wonderful bare chest exposed to my lustful peeks. "We need another towel", he said, taking the pajamas from me. I opened one drawer of the cupboard beside the bathroom door and got a big towel which I throwed to Jan. "Thanks", he said, briefly showing his wonderful white teeth. "Come to the living-room when you're ready!", I shouted through the closed door and went there myself. I sat down and thought the whole situation over. Two beautiful boys instead of only one. Virtually this should be an advantage but I was not very sure how it would turn out in the end. First of all there were some practical questions. I only had two beds in my room, not three. "I will have to sleep down here on the sofa", I murmured to myself unhappily. But there was also a positive issue to wonder about. Jan and Philipp would not want to wear their sweaty sneakers inside here and therefore they would be forced to stay barefooted which was no problem, because it was warm inside and we had carpet all over the place. Finally I found something to look forward to, some hours of foot-watching are not that bad a prospect. (I have to admit that I am kind of a foot-fetishist. A sexy boy's feet can virtually drive me crazy.) I just started wondering if I would be able to keep my cock in a limp condition under these circumstances, when my two guests entered the living-room. A quick look down and, yes!, they both were barefooted! Philipp was almost as tall as Jan, had dark-red hair, really soft looking lips (Probably Jan could tell me how they felt like, down there!) and his light-blue eyes were currently scanning the room. "Nice place you have", he said "and your shower is also rather spacious." He took a quick look to Jan and a little smile hushed over his face. They sat down and I turned on the TV-set. The evening then seemed to develop just as I had feared. I brought something to drink, crisps, ice-cream and other sweets and they were laughing together, enjoying our big TV screen and the good sound. I was watching their feet (Especially Philipp's looked extremely delicious. Short-cut nails, regular shaped toes, clean looking. I dreamed to touch his toes from underneath with my tongue, tenderly licking the sensible skin.) and trying desperately not to get an erection. They were whispering behind me, giggling. "Probably they are planning their night", I thought, preventing to concentrate my attention on the TV screen. A few minutes later I stood up and went to the bathroom, leaving them alone with their little secrets. As I came back the TV was off and I saw them kneeling nude in front of each other on the floor, their hands on each others shoulders and slowly licking on each other's tongue in the air between their mouths. Both of them had a huge erection and they didn't seem to notice me. I could feel my suddenly pulsating, rock-hard cock in my pyjamas and stared at this real fulfilment of my fantasies. I forced myself to look away from these heavenly scene and wanted to turn around when they let each other go and stood up. On their beautiful feet they approached me and Jan kneed down. He looked up right in my face and I saw his cunning grin again, this time staying on the face. "You want it, what? You need it more than anything else?" I tried not to yell it out, but I couldn't prevent it "Yeah, please take me and do anything you want with me." "You said it, boy!", said Philipp behind me and took off my pajama-shirt. I stand there, shivering and unable to move or speak a word. They took my slippers away and then my trousers. Now we were all nude with our cocks about to explode; unbelievable, beyond everything I ever dreamed of. Jan was kneeling again, gently touching my inner thighs and my ass with his elegant fingers. Then he put his warm, humid mouth around one of my balls and started sucking. Meanwhile Philipp stand on my rigth side, carefully tickling my toes with his and looking deep into my eyes. Then he lowered his face a bit and stretched out his long red tongue. He licked over my quivering lips and as I opened them his tongue entered my mouth and was working there wildly. I couldn't resist any longer and grabbed Philipp's precum-squirted cock, started to stroke him heavily. A deep grunt from him made me to slow down my efforts to preserve the tension. Some moments later they released their grip on me and led me to the open place between the armchairs and the TV set. They made me lay down on my back. Now it was Jan's turn to kiss me. He laid down beside me, pushing his hard dick against my left hip and gripping the thick shaft of my cock with his left hand. While he was slowly stimulating me there, his tongue slid easily around my mouth, covering my awaiting lips with his warmness. Then he found his way to my tongue and acted at least as pressing as Philipp had done some minutes before. But this was not enough. Suddenly I noticed what Philipp was doing. He was lying on my right side, his face headed in the opposite direction. And he was actually licking my feet! I could feel his warm mouth sucking my toes. "This must be paradise!", was the only thing I could think of. I could have proceded with this action for hours, but then Jan emerged out of my mouth and stood up. "Man you're tasting good!" he said. I didn't waste time and used the situation to try another of my phantasies. "Come onto me" I said to Philipp and he immediately understood what I was aiming at. A few seconds later he was lying on me, still in opposite direction, and I could feel our cocks touching between us. And there they were, his beautiful, slender feet. I put his left foot against my left cheek and started sucking the nice toes of the right one. To this type of extended-69-position we added a subtle rhytm of movement and having my cock stimulated that way I felt that I was rapidly approaching climax. "Uh, I'll cum in some seconds", I was gasping. "Stop it, please!", Jan said and Philipp rolled down from me at once. "Please sit up a bit", Jan said. He took my hands, smiled and pulled me up. A few moments later I was on my knees, my legs wide-spread, my head down and my ass pointing up. I knew what was about to come and really wanted it, wanted it more than I had wanted anything else ever before. But they were planning something special. From behind Jan grabbed my scrotum and carefully squeezed it. My precum was floating now and he covered the head of my cock with his other hand. Slowly he brought me to the point and with a little scream I shot in his hand, five or six times, more than I had been able to produce when I was alone. He catched my warm, slimy cum in his hand and divided it into two parts. One portion he used to cover the head of his cock, the other one he rubbed between my back-cheeks. Under Jan's tender touchings I felt the blood rushing into my cock again, desperately longing for another orgasm. And then something began which I hadn't even thought of in my most adventurous dreams. Jan was caressing my ass and the region around my anus with his fingers. Philipp started kissing me again, stimulating himself with one hand. Suddenly the foreplay was over and they both started. "Now we'll really fuck you, baby!", Jan said and began bringing the head of his cock into my ass. "Take this!", Philipp said and substituted his hot tongue with his even hotter dick. "Suck the hell out of it, boy!" I began to swallow his stick-like hardon and gave my best. I wasn't just a rookie though, in my fantasies during my self-stimulations I had already sucked more guys than I was able to hold record of. We were all groaning now on an increasing level as our erections reached the points of no return. Close to my second orgasm Jan said to Philipp "I think, as a newcomer, he has the right to receive a special treatment, don't you?" "Of course he has!", Philipp agreed and stopped pushing into my mouth. Only indignantly I let him remove his swollen dick from my it. "Please lay yourself on your back, Mats!", Jan ordered me. I did it, I would have done everything to just hold on with the action! Philipp then placed himself on my chest, the head of his dick just out of range of my hungry tongue. This became a really exquisit position when Jan knelt down just above my head, his knees on either side of it. When I looked up I could see his balls and his massive dick growing out of his pubic hair. They started tongue-kissing again which appeared to be one of their favoured techniques. Moreover they heavily stroke themselves, my dick being forgotten down there. But my sensation was so overwhelming that it seemed to be possible for me to cum without virtual stimulation, simply by watching and feeling these beautiful guys having fun on me. They accelerated their movements and then their well-merited shoots were coming. Philipps warm load was pumped all over my face, into my wellcoming open mouth, whereas Jans cum mostly splashed on Philipps belly. But they hadn't forgotten about me. Philipp turned around on me and began to give me a real out-of-this-world blowjob while I was kneading his beautiful, cracky ass. This time it was Jan who licked my toes and I think at that moment my moans turned into screams. As I finally came Jan and Philipp divided my load and appeared to appreciate it. After this seduction which once for all set an end to my virginity, we took another shower together and being in the cabin with these nude beauties was exactly that pleasure I had expected it to be! Also the lack of beds wasn't a problem any longer as we all three spend the night nude and very close together on my 'playground'. A nice end for the most exciting (and hottest!) day in my entire life! In the next morning I returned all the favour, but this is another story...

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Hi there, this is Mats again! Here comes the next part of my long-awaited memoires! After I had lost my virginity I had messed around a bit with my new "friends" Jan and Philipp but they preferred to maintain their special relationship and so I was looking for something (better: someone) else to have fun with.

2 Repitional lessons

His name was Tim, but I used to call him Timmi when I was dreaming under my sheets. He was two classes below me, but one wouldn't have been able to judge this simply by his appearance. He was thin, although not too lean, and almost as tall as I was. His hair was between blonde and brown and rather short. His lips were nearly red and looked as fresh as a juicy strawberry. They were covering snow-white teeth and an equally fresh-looking tongue which left my blood raging whenever I had the luck to get a peek at it. He also had the most wonderful light-blue eyes I had ever seen and his clean and well cared-for hands promised only the best concerning other parts of his body. He wore fashionable clothes, well fitting and emphasizing his overwhelming expression. His smile was close to "out-of-this-world" and I was adoring him for nearly one year now, all the way since I had found out about my preference for boys. I never dared to get any closer to him, though, than I could arrange during the normal school day. Moreover I couldn't easily talk to such a kid, could I? What would my friends have said if they had seen me with such a youngster? Well, my self-confidence had reached an unexpectedly high level after my successful serving of two rather experienced boys and so I was beginning to think of a plan to actually seduce Tim. I wished to strip all his clothes off and lay my hands on his worshipped body. Then I intended to give him more pleasure than he ever thought one could feel. But how could I ever hope to achieve such a mountain-high goal, for this boy had to have literally dozens of admirers? Carefully I tried to get more information about him and his habits. I used some "dark channels" to obtain all the rumours that were around, including the elder brother of one of my younger brother's classmates and a girl in the class between Tim and me who I had to lie to a little to serve my purpose. I learned that Timmi was a quite successful pupil, (with the notable exception of mathematics) fairly popular in his class and elsewhere (who wonders?) and that he didn't have shown up with a girl-friend yet. So there was some hope (at least I made me believe that)! I had learned where he lived and since it was just a 5-minute bike-ride away from my home I started to hang out a lot around his house. I even shirked school for some hours in order to catch him on his way there. Finally I knew his time-table fairly well and was always able to say where he attended which subject at which time. Therefore I was seeing him in nearly every break during school-day and made sure that he also noticed, that I had some kind of special interest. If I could manage I even used the same bus home as he did. At one day, some weeks after the beginning of my crusade for his favour, I used my chance and placed directly beside him in the crowded bus. "Hello!", I said, trying to smile the warmest, the most pleasant smile I could think of. "Hello", he answered, not unfriendly. He also smiled but appeared to be rather puzzled how to handle the situation. My heart began to beat faster. "Now or never", I decided and tried: "I see you so often but still don't know your name!" When it comes to love every mean is suitable, even a bold lie like that. "Oh, my name is Tim. And you're Mats, aren't you?" Now it was my turn to be puzzled and surprised I asked back: "How did you know that?" "Well", he said a little embarrassed "you are in the tennis-team and I once watched you playing." This was also a little lie as I discovered later. "Afterwards I asked someone about it, because I wondered why you seemed to appear everywhere I was." Aha. I was really excited now, for this sounded rather promising to me. But I managed to stay cool and said: "Oh, really? I didn't even notice that!" He knew that this was not true, my interest in him had been too obvious, but he also knew that I knew that he knew and this really intensified the atmosphere between us. At least I had the feeling that it did and so I was quite proud of what I had achieved up to now. But I still had to organize something substantial in order to strengthen this new connection between us. "Heard you face some problems in mathematics!" Of course this didn't quite fit with my previous statement, but I had to dare it. "Yeah, unfortunately that's completely true!", he admitted, his face enlighted with that very smile of his. He hadn't asked how I obtained that information! It seemed to be my lucky day! "Perhaps I could help you to solve your problems. With a good explanation you will most probably get it considerably faster, what do you think?" As the reader may remember, mathematics happened to be also my less favoured subject, but I hoped that we would come to other things soon if I once succeeded to be alone with him. "Oh, would you really do that for me? I thought about asking someone else to help me, but always feared that nobody would want to waste time for that." "I'm sure that everybody would have been glad to help you, Tim!", I said with a charming smile. "I think I'll try it." "Hey, that's really cool! I will figure out a suitable time and tell you tomorrow, okay? But now you have to let me through, my bus-stop is next." I was standing up, but made sure that he was well touching me with his backside when getting out of his seat. "Bye", I said when the bus stopped. "See you!", he answered, turned around and vanished in the crowd of other people I had totally forgotten about when talking to him. I fell back heavily onto my seat. Various thoughts were floating through my brain at a quite rapid speed, the main feeling being total disbelief. I almost missed my bus-stop, but woke up out of my daydream just in time to stumble out of the vehicle. I simply couldn't believe it! This pretty boy had hardly done anything to render my task! With my head full of beautiful imaginations I slowly wandered the short distance from the bus-stop to our house. For the rest of the day there wasn't much to catch my attention. I was just awaiting tomorrow, anxious that everything could have been only a dream. In the next morning I couldn't await the ending of the first two periods. After that I would have time to go and look for Timmi! I was sitting in my class, staring at the blackboard and hearing some distant voices floating around me, but couldn't follow the exercises at all. I was solely thinking about Tim and our planed repitional lessons. My seemingly ignorant behaviour yielded me some extra homework, but I didn't mind too much, because I was much too excited when the ringing break-bell finally put an end to my dream. I checked out Timmi's time-table that I knew by heart and headed for his next site. All his classmates were there but I couldn't spot the object of my desire. A bit desorientated I turned around myself, scanning the crowds of pupils for his beloved face. But still there was no Timmi. I didn't dare to ask one of his friends where he was and sadly went away to join my next class in time. I hung my head a bit, muttering about my bad luck and how unjust the world was. Therefore he had to address me twice before I noticed him. There he was! The cutest guy I could imagine, walking directly beside me, his face a bit blushed by the cold january winds. "Hey, what's wrong with you? I've searched through the whole building to find you!" "Oh hi! Nothing's wrong with me. I just took a walk to solve an interesting problem for my next mathematics lesson." I didn't want him to know how much I was looking forward to be alone with him. I didn't want him to know that he had been the only issue I was thinking about the whole day long. "Anyway", he smiled, "I've organized something. Would you mind if we held our lessons at my place?" "Well, I think that's Ok for me", I replied, trying to express no special excitement. The room I shared with my younger brother with my sister's room just one door away wasn't exactly the site, though, were I could imagine the final seduction taking place. "So that is clear!", he stated. "What about the day then, are you able to come on Thursdays, perhaps between 4 and 6 p.m.?" Later I found out that his mother often left for shopping at exactly that time, whereas his father was working in another part of the house and wouldn't disturb us. But at the time being I didn't expect Tim himself to think about these issues, though. "Yeah, that fits. Do you wanna start already this week?" "Yes, that would be great!" Then he gave me his address that I already knew and eventually took a leave. We both came much too late for our next classes, but that wasn't important at all, was it? Since it was only Tuesday when we made our appointment, I was facing about two days of additional waiting time. This was extremely hard to bear with victory close in sight, but I managed to get through it by carefully planning everything I would do and say to get Timmi where I wanted him to be. Thursday came. I survived all seven mindbogglingly boring lessons without being seriously damaged and left school with a warm and anticipating feeling in my stomach. I couldn't barely eat anything and just sat there, waiting for the moment to come. Finally I remembered that I was about to give a repitional lesson and gathered my calculator, an exercise book and some pencils. I was determined to hold on to my story, although I couldn't really remember anything of the stuff we were told in mathematics two years ago. At 3.30 p.m. I couldn't sit quiet any longer. I took my knapsack, left the house and hurried to my bike. Slowly I drove to Timmi's house, carefully avoiding to think too much about what was coming, because I feared that I might cause an accident by crossing the street without looking or something similar. I was a bit too early but as I rang the door-bell he opened quickly and smiled his smile. I could see his eyes twinkling but didn't think about that too much. He turned around and led me through the corridor. I left my jacket there, and also my shoes (good things to come as he was wearing thin socks only). We entered the living-room where I spoke some words with his mother. She seemed to be a nice person, but I couldn't be entirely sure as my concentration during the conversation was focused on something completely different. I was imagining the form of Timmi's feet, taking a short peek from time to time at the place where he stood. I couldn't see much but hoped that there would be many more chances for me. We finally left his mother and got to a stair that was covered with thick carpet. Walking on it felt extremely smooth and I enjoyed Timmi's back directly in front of me. I had to fight with myself to prevent me from touching him here and now, this wouldn't have done any good, I figured. We left the stair and stood in another carpet-covered floor. The last door to the right was his and it opened to a really beautiful, spacious room that at once made me feeling at home. He shut the door behind us and I slowly turned around, trying to learn as much as possible about him from his stuff. I saw many books but few toys, a TV-set and a CD-player with nice, black boxes. There was his desk, covered with a thick layer of papers of all kinds, on top of which I noticed the type of mathematics-book we used two years ago and some exercise-books. Finally I came to his bed and the smooth-looking sheets immediately caused me to imagine his nude body, lying there with wide-spread legs and gently caressing himself. Suddenly I remembered that I wasn't alone in the room and stopped my dream before it could excite me too much. "Nice room that you have! You wanna begin with the work?" "Yeah, ok.", he said. But I'm quite sure that he was a little bit disappointed by my sense of duty. But nevertheless he sat down on his side of the desk. "You can take that chair over there!", he pointed out to me. I took it and settled down on the opposite side of the desk. It had big drawers on each side but wasn't very broad and there was a free room in the middle of it. As I sat down I could therefore see Timmi's feet in his white socks on the darker carpet. I could distinguish every toe and noticed that they were shaped very regular and had a good size. I was at once in love with his feet as I was loving each other part of his body, and was careful to place my feet near his. Then we faced each other and I could hardly let my eyes from his fresh, vivid face. But then he started explaining to me what they were learning in mathematics and were his difficulties began. I had to work hard not to show my own ignorance but finally managed to give him some hints about how the things worked. Time went by and I simply enjoyed myself. The atmosphere was friendly and I was just happy to have my love directly in front of me, speaking with me, looking at me and asking me for help. This was the most wonderful feeling I ever felt (outside of my privates, of course) and I was totally relaxed. Then suddenly a shiver ran through my whole body as he touched one of my feet with one of his. Our hands had touched casually before, but this was totally different. I wanted him to do it again and he did. This time it was my other foot and the contact remained, as Tim pretended that he didn't realize it at all. (In fact I desperately hoped that he only pretended it.) I could feel the warmth of his foot and it was totally impossible for me to concentrate on his questions any longer. I waited another few moments, wanting this contact between us to last forever. Then I decided that it was time to take some risks. I carefully lifted my "free" foot and moved it around, searching for his. I found it and started stroking it tenderly. My heartbeat was accelerating and I think I must have blushed heavily. Since there was no reaction from him, he moreover just continued explaining something geometrical to me, I pursued my efforts. After some additional seconds I couldn't stand the uncertainty any longer and looked up, directly into his fascinating light-blue eyes. He stopped telling this crap about circles and triangles, moved the foot that had rested on mine for the past few minutes and started stroking as well. His eyes began to twinkle again and his lips opened to show the most remarkable version of his smile that I had witnessed up to now. Once more I had the feeling that this boy couldn't be just a normal 12-year-old. He seemed to be so much more experienced, so self-confident and trustworthy! A hot wave of sensation was floating through my whole body, starting in my fidgeting stomach. My heatbeat slowed down again and if the world had collapsed just then, I wouldn't have complained about it at all. "It feels great, doesn't it?", his voice sounding nicer and warmer than ever before. "Yeah, that's really good!", I answered. "Would you like to do that barefooted?", he asked with an infinitely sweet and innocent grin. At first I was really shocked, but only because it was him and not me who made that suggestion as in fact it was one of my favoured fantasies. But this possibility was much too tempting to spoil it. So I simply agreed: "Yes, that would be nice!". The next hour or so proceeded to be more or less the fulfillment of all my wishes and therefore I was much too excited to fully engage in it. I was rather standing beside myself and watching the whole event like a movie. Tim reached down and his feet disappeared from my sight, but only to reappear a few seconds later, this time in their natural form. I had never hoped to experience this very moment, and now it was there, directly in front of my unbelieving eyes. His toes were exactly as cute as I had imagined them for almost a year now and they were waiting for mine to join them! I didn't hesitate no longer and stripped of my socks as well. Then I brought my feet back to the ground, at the same time leaning myself upon the desk and looking deep into Timmi's eyes. His smile had been replaced by an expression of serious concentration and this moment was really thrilling. Then we had found each other under the desk and began to explore ourselves only by touching, not by looking. I loved this! I wanted to do this forever and ever, but Timmi hadn't lost sight of his real intention. After some minutes he began to lift his right foot up along my right leg. I could feel the tips of his searching toes through my jeans and my cock suddenly changed from the semi-hard condition it had been in almost the whole day long to a rock-hard stick between my legs. My underwear could hardly hold it back and I was feeling a wet drop on the head of it. But Timmi didn't stop. Slowly but mercyless he stroked the whole length of my leg. I couldn't hold back a relieved sigh, leaned myself back in the chair and spread my legs wider and wider as he finally approached the shining bulge that represented my overwhelming desire. Shortly before he actually reached it he looked up from his absorbing work and glanced over me. He seemed to be content with what he had seen and resumed his movement. Carefully his toes crawled deeper into my lap and he started to rub his foot back and forth, touching and massageing the whole length of my cock. This action held on for some wonderful, unforgettable minutes. I had just decided that it was time now to give him back some of the pleasures which he made me feel, when the seemingly total silence which was surrounding the two of us and separated us from the rest of the world, was painfully cut by his mother's voice. "Tim, I'll go now. You're ok?" Innocently and ambigously at the same time he answered: "Yes. It works just fine up to now!". Because he had spoken so loudly his foot in my lap had performed some accidental jerks, giving me even more pleasure. Now we both sat silent, listening for noises from downstairs. I heard his mother going through the corridor and finally closing the door behind her. Only now I understood how clever he had organized the whole event and wanted to thank him for it. I lifted my right foot and began with a repeat of his treatment of me when I saw that he was smiling over the whole face. "Would you mind if we used a more convienient place to go on?", Timmi asked me. He was the one who took the initiative and it totally fitted into the whole impression I had got from him since I had first seen his room. I liked the way in which the things developed and felt simply comfortable. I was loving this boy so much! "What about your bed then?", I asked back, trying to imitate his both curious and knowing expression. "That is a really great idea, Mats!", he answered, removing his foot from between my legs, leaving me with the feeling that something was terribly missing down there. He stood up and went around his desk, appearing to glide on his incomparable feet. I had also left my chair and we met beside his bed, facing each other. We were looking into each other's eyes, further approaching up to the point where not much else separated our shivering bodies than our clothes. I raised my arms and so did he. Speachless we hugged, gently staggering back and forth. "I've waited so long for this to happen!", I whispered into his right ear, tenderly touching it with my lips. After this emotional unification we proceeded with what I had dreamed for since I had first seen this boy with my "new" eyes. We separated only to connect again, this time between our mouths. My heart jumped when I saw his wet tongue only inches away from me, growing gorgeous out from between his lips. I wanted to touch this part of him and I used my tongue to do so. We met, our tongues wrapping around each other's probing the other's taste for the first time. It was great and we sticked to it for some minutes. Then I forced his tongue back and arrived at his smooth lips, licking back and forth on them, making him utter a horny moan. My tongue entered his mouth and played seek and hide there with his. I laid my hands on his back and shoulders to establish a safer position and so did he. Our tongues changed their site from time to time, leaving one mouth longing them to come back and providing the other one with unexpected pleasures. Timmi managed to make one our two steps sidewards and I had to follow. He pulled me down with him into the smooth-looking (and smooth-feeling) sheets of his bed. I felt their pleasing coolness on my hot skin and decided that it would feel much better without clothes. "It's so hot, shall I undress you?", I suggested. He smiled as if he wanted to show his contentment with my finally learning how things worked. I stripped him of his pull-over and shirt, exposing a beautiful chest with little red nipples. Then I unzipped his jeans and slowly pulled them down his legs. There laid this smiling 12-year-old, a mighty bulge shining in his much-too-narrow underpants. I knelt down on the warm carpet-covered floor, the center of his lust only inches away from my face. I pushed my fingers under the waistbelt of his underpants and slowly started pulling them down. After a few moments his crotch was totally exposed and I quickly got rid of the cloth by pulling it over his ankles and feet. Now he was nude, lying on his big bed, his erection throbbing directly in front of me. He was uncircumsized just like me and his cock seemed rather big without so many hairs down there. To put it short: it looked delicious! "Please do it, Mats!", he whispered and there had been few things before that I had wanted as much as this. I opened my mouth, slowly approached the head of his cock and finally took it into my mouth. I was rewarded with a deep moan from him. I started to use my tongue on his shaft, licking and wetting it all over. His moan grew gradually up to the point where it was a nearly permanent hum. His cock again seemed to become bigger and harder under my working tools and then I tasted him for the first time: some drops of precum had appeared and gently I licked them away. "Uhh, I can't stand it much longer, be careful!" came the warning from him. But I didn't want to be careful, I wanted to bring him pleasure, to make him cum just right then and therefore I reinforced my efforts. His body started to shiver, his hips jerked up and down and then he exploded, letting out a deep cry which seemed to express everything I felt in that very moment. His cum squirted out of his cock-head and I was really surprised by the amount of it. But nevertheless I catched it all and felt it running warmly down my throat. I waited for his cock to become limp and then let it slide out of my mouth. I looked up and found his body completely covered with his fresh boy-sweat and his face bore an almost ecstatic expression. I stood up and placed myself directly beside him. "It seems to be my turn now" he said, but he was much too exhausted to do anything about it. "Nevermind, Timmi! It was great, I liked it a lot and am totally happy now, you don't have to do anything now. Just lay there and enjoy it. I love you." I didn't stress my last sentence or anything, but he looked up at once, straight into my eyes. "I love you! I love you!" he said softly and in this moment I knew that I would be his forever and ever. The expression on his face in that very moment was much too much for me to bear, he reminded me of an angel. Once again I doubted if this wonderful creature could've really been born on our old planet Earth. I lowered my face and we kissed again. This time not furiously or driving, but gently licking each others tongue. Our eyes were locked and we didn't need words to express our feelings. It was as if I had know him forever. In that moment we heard the door open and shut downstairs and a quick look on my watch reminded me of the fact that after all there still was a "real" world outside his room. It was already 6.10 p.m.! I jumped out of the bad and he followed, more relaxed. "She won't come up so soon, slow down." But I hurried to help him into his few clothes and then we stood there, in the middle of his room. Suddenly I became aware of the fact that I must have had an orgasm without even touching my cock and that was really amazing. I praised me for wearing black jeans, nobody would be able to see the wetness soak through. I grabbed my calculator and my exercise book and then I asked him if he had been content with my repitional lesson and ih he wanted me to come to him again. "Sure, I'm looking forward to it", he said and I couldn't help myself but thought that his smile had become even warmer and nicer by now! He led me down the stairs, I spoke a few words with his mother again and then I stood in the dark, cold evening. On my way home and during the hours after that I was constantly preoccupied with what had happened to me and during that night when I was lying awake in my bed I realized that actually Tim had seduced me and not vice versa. "But what the hell!", I thought and started to stimulate myself. It wasn't the same as with him, of course, but with my fresh remembrances of our togetherness

it came quite close.

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