01 Lewis Liam Lane

Do you know what the best feeling is? Sticking your hard throbbing cock, into a warm wet hole, if you’ve never experienced it you won’t know the pleasure, you can take my word for it, I’ve stuffed my self into so many different orifices, and I can tell you the feeling is amazing. Right now for example, I’m currently got my self in between a twenty two year old twink from South Korea, and his ass is one of the best I’ve had this year. I love an anal virgin; his hole is so tight that I’m having to put all my concentration into not blowing my load all up his tight little arsehole. Don’t worry though, I have got my concentration on point, but it just takes so much more energy when you’re riding bareback.

I’ve got this young man on all fours on my bed, with a tonne of sweat running off his lower back. I continue to bounce my crotch off his flabby peachy butt checks, I can hear him gasp, moan and wince. I have no idea if he’s asked me to stop, that language barrier is a real bitch, he must be enjoying it, because I am, and I feel like we’re having a really good time, and really that’s all that matters.

As tight as his ass is, I surprised I haven’t busted a load yet, even with all my concentration. I know I could be close at any time, but I am doing my best to hold myself, I find myself going in deeper, and deeper and then faster and faster. I hear him curse out something I don’t understand, but I guess it’s something like “fuck”. I don’t know how long I’ve been inside him, I glance over to check  my clock, but I don’t see it, it’s alright though I’m almost there, just one more position and I know I’ll be ready.

I pull out from this hole, and shove him down on the bed then flip him over so I can see his sexy face and body His low hair was an absolute mess due to the sweat, and me grabbing it multiple times. His body was toned, and he had an absolute flat stomach. Best of all, the only hair he had was round his dick, and even then it was such a little light amount. There was no sign of hair anywhere around his hole, which made thing easier to see, and play with. I lean into to kiss him and I am met his eager lips, and I feel his hand slide down the side of my back. He looks so beautiful; I need to fuck him more. I pull him by his legs towards me, and rest them on my shoulders. I grab a pillow and place it at the small of his back, now he’s at the right angle. I lean towards him and kiss him once more; as I do I slip myself into him one more time. When I first meet his hole, it’s resistant for a second then is very accommodating. From the minute I go in, he breaks away from the kiss so he can let out a moan. 

I continue to go in and out of him for a few more minutes, occasionally kissing him, and giving a quick lick of his nipple. Once again he’s saying words I don’t understand and keeps grasping at the bed sheets. I am ready to shoot, but I need him to look at me, I need him to know I’m about to cream his ex- virgin ass hole. I need him to know I was the first up there, and have him remember my face whenever he thinks back to this memory.

            ‘Look at me,’ I say, and he opens his eyes for a second, but closes them again. ‘Look at me,’ I say again, and once again he just glances at me. ‘Look, at, Me!’ I grab his head and hold it so it’s facing mine. I stare right into his eyes, and he knows I’m serious because I can see the fear in his eyes.

‘I’m gonna cum,’ I say, I don’t know if he understands, but as I thrust a few more times I can feel it coming. I go faster, while still holding his gaze, then I feel it in my dick, and then I feel the explosion hit inside of his hole. I thrust a couple more times, finally breaking the gaze, and give him more of my load. Then I open my eyes, take a deep breath, and then pull myself out of his ass. I look at myself and see some of the load I just shot running out of his ass, seeing it makes me feel like I could shoot up there again. Instead I fall next to the boy, and enjoy the moment we just had, and in about twenty minutes see if I’m ready to enjoy it again.

X         X         X

I wake the next morning to find the boy still there, but not as close as he was when I last remember. As I look him over in the daylight, I still see he is still very cute, very hairless and absolutely fuckable. I take a peek underneath the sheets and see that he is cock is very much awake. As I look at it, it seems so appealing, and I don’t know what that stereotype is about.

Before I could think of a reason why not, I slide down the bed and position my head in front of his crotch and I take his head in my mouth. It tastes salty, sweaty and I absolutely love it. As I continue to do my job, I hear him wake from the pleasure and he doesn’t stop me. As I continue to go up and down giving out as much spit I possible can, I hear him say something, and then I feel something warm filling my mouth. I can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth as his load goes into my mouth. It’s not a big one, but its just enough for me to keep in my mouth for a second, as I make sure I get all of it, and then I swallow it.

‘Thanks for breakfast,’ I say, when I get up from under the covers.

‘Thank you,’ he says, in his very thick accent.

‘You’re welcome, now let’s go clean up.’

I take him into the bathroom, put the shower on and as I’m waiting for it to warm up I kiss him. He kisses me back, and I feel him groping as much as me as he can. We have a little make out session, then we get into the shower, and when I see his wet naked body I should have let him shower alone.

I push him up against one of the walls of the shower, and I gently rub my cock on this ass crack. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel through his body that he wants this. With the water running off my cock and his ass I slip myself into his ass hole. He isn’t as tight as he was before; our last two rounds have seriously opened him up. This time I’m not gentle, or bother holding back. After a couple of humps I am ready to blow, I pull myself out, and shoot my load up his back. It lingers there for a couple seconds mixed with the water on his back, and then the shower washes it slowly away.

He turns and kisses me, and by the way that he does, I can tell he’s in love with me, and never wants to leave me. The sad thing is I don’t want him to leave either, but I could never love him. As appealing as he is, I’ve used him as much as I can for now, but I know I’ll never see him again. I kiss him, and I show him as much passion as I can, because I know he will never forget this, and more importantly me.

I usher him out of the door, I take a quick selfie in my underpants and post it to my online accounts to drum up interest for my next show. After I get dressed, I wonder what I can do. Without any real plan I just head out my Camden flat, and find myself walking towards Kings Cross. As I walk down the street, I can see women checking me out, some men giving me looks and I’m used to it. I much prefer it when some approach, but that hardly ever happens; people are way too shy these days.

I find myself outside of a tower block just near the train station, as I approach the door, an older women is coming out. I smile at her as I walk past her and let myself into the building. I get into the lift push the button for the thirteenth floor, and wait. When the doors open I head to the left and knock on the first door. I only wait for a few seconds before the door opens.

‘Hey,’ I say when Lucas opens the door.

‘Hey,’ he says, back. I look him over and he is dressed in Hollister shorts, white socks, and a black pull over hoodie. ‘What are you doing here?’ He asks, after a second.

‘Well,’ I say, pushing past him and walking into the flat. ‘I had nothing else on, so I’d thought I’d come and see you, as I knew you’d be home.’ I walk into his living room, and I see his laptop on the sofa, and on the coffee table a small bag of white powder.

‘Well you really need to call, or, or text first,’ he says when entering into the room after me. ‘You don’t know what I could’ve been doing.’

‘I know exactly what you could be doing,’ I say, as I relax myself on his sofa. ‘You’d either be working, but that’s very unlikely. Or you’d be, sniffing coke and watching porn.’ As I finish the sentence I lean over to his laptop, and find some porn on pause, ‘black guys, how different for you.’

‘What do you want,’ says Lucas, snapping his laptop shut.

‘Here’s me thinking because you’re my boyfriend I could come and see you no questions asked,’ I say, with a tone of being hurt. ‘Or are you planning on stepping out on me.’

‘Yeah okay,’ says Lucas, going into the kitchen.

‘Green tea please,’ I say, making myself more comfortable. ‘You know, you have this big TV, I don’t know why you don’t just watch you’re porn on it. It might help your problem, well one of your problems.’

            ‘Is that what you came for, to make fun of my limp dick?’ Lucas asks, from the kitchen. ‘Fine my dick don’t work well any more, ha, ha let’s all laugh at Lucas!’

            ‘Well if you would stop putting Columbia’s greatest export up your nose on a daily bases you might find it functions better.’

            ‘Cos that’s what you want isn’t it Lewis, me to get nice and hard, so you can laugh at how small it is compared to yours.’

            I look at him with a shocked look then say, ‘I don’t know where all this hostility is coming from. Yes I would like to actually see your dick hard, longer than the one or two minutes I have. I mean it might be quite nice to ride it one day.’

            ‘I don’t do that,’ says Lucas, right away.

            ‘I know cos you got issues, but you know I’ve got time. I don’t mind, but until then I get to fuck you like a dirty whore.’

            ‘Aren’t you all heart,’ says Lucas, when he brings in my cup of tea.

            ‘More, all dick,’ I say, ‘in both senses.’

            ‘Look I’ve got some work I need to get on with, so what did you come here for? For me to blow you, to fuck me? Let’s just do it so we can both get on with our day.’

            ‘I honestly don’t know where this is coming from,’ I say. I’m starting to think the drugs are making him paranoid. ‘Okay, don’t believe me, but if you’re offering I would might maybe a blow job, and maybe a rimmy. It’s been a while since I’ve had a rimmy.’

            As I look at Lucas’ face, I see what I’m asking him is a chore, which I find weird as he would rather wank to porn rather than please me, I mean I’m better than porn.

            Just as Lucas is about to get down on his knees my phone rings. I take out my phone, and see “Dad” on the caller ID

            ‘I gotta take this,’ I say, then answer the phone. ‘Yes sir!’

            ‘Can you see me at one?’ He says down the phone.

            I glance at the clock on the wall, and see it’s almost twelve.

            ‘Yes I can,’ I reply, ‘I’ll see you then.’

            ‘Okay bye,’  he hangs up.

            ‘Well Luke, I’m going to have to rain check the jobs, as I’ve got to see my dad.’

            ‘Okay,’ says Lucas, not looking any happier or sadder.

            ‘I’ll let you blow me next time, but I better get going.’ I give him a quick kiss, and I leave the flat and head to “dads”.

X         X         X

            I get off the train at Brockley station, I take a small walk down the road and then around the corner to arrive at dad’s. I look at the time, its just gone ten to one, I knock knowing I will be gratefully thanked for being early.

            ‘Hey dad, I’m early,’ I say as he opens the door.

            ‘Get in here,’ he says, with his northern accent. Then grabbing me threw the threshold. As soon as the door shuts he pushes me up against the wall and shoves his tongue into my mouth. I then feel his whole body weight against me, as he’s pressing his whole body against mine, pinning me to the wall. As he holds me there, I feel him getting hard as I can feel him slightly digging into my stomach. Now realising that he is hard, he begins to start humping me. He starts with a small rhythm. Even though he is missing my crotch he is still enjoying himself.

            While he is doing this, I wish he would let up for a second so I could better position myself. But I know better, he’s too horny for me right now. If he keeps this up he will blow before his hour is up. However, if this is how he wants to spend his time so be it. Feeling like I should at least try to do more, I manoeuvre my right to try and get a grip of him. My first attempt fails, but after my second he stops kissing me and pushes his top half off me.

            ‘What are you doing?’ He asks.

            ‘Just trying to play with your nice daddy dick,’ I say, in an innocent voice.

            ‘Oh no,’ he says, looking me right in the eyes. ‘Today I’m going to play with you.’

            I smile and say, ‘if you want to, who am I to complain?’

            ‘Good, because you know what naughty boys get don’t you?’

            ‘A spanked bottom?’ 

            ‘That’s right,’ he says, finally stepping away from me, ’upstairs, now!’

            I make my way up the hall, then up the stairs, all the way up to the third floor of the house. I walk into his office, which also has a small bed in it. This is our usual play space, but I can see he was expecting me as he had put sheets on the bed.

            I stand in the middle of the room ready for his instruction. He locks the door then walks over to me, then stops.

            ‘Fuck!’ He says suddenly.

            ‘What?’ I ask, wondering what’s up.

            ‘I didn’t pay you did I?’

            ‘No,’ I tell him, trying not to laugh, at this sudden realisation. ‘But I know you’re good for it.’

            ‘No, I’m meant to pay you first play later. Let me sort this out now.’

            Even though I am paid to have sex with him, a lot of the times when we do mess about it can be quite hot, this is one of those times. Yes I need to be paid, but I want to be played with now! I know where he lives; he’s not going to skip out on me.

            ‘Hey, hey,’ I say, walking over to him. ‘No need to worry about that right now. You can pay me later, but for now, you said something about playing with me.’

            ‘Oh yeah, I did, didn’t I and if you’re sure,’ he says, giving me a gentle kiss. ‘So where would you like me to start?’

            ‘I think it should be daddy’s choice.’

            ‘Okay,’ he says, dropping down to a knee. ‘Maybe I should start here.’ He gives my crotch a rub, with his left hand; he then gives it a little kiss on my jeans,  ‘Maybe here?’ He then uses his right hand to gently squeeze my left butt cheek. ‘Or maybe I should start somewhere else.’ This time he puts both his hands up my top. His left hand gently caressing my abdomen, while his left gently rubbing my back. Both of his hands meet in the middle of my torso, then slowly rise and get a grip on my chest. His hands release my chest then slowly rub back over again. I slowly feel his hands slip just under my arm pit, but I feel his thumbs slowly rubbing my nipples, and I can feel them getting hard by his touch. Then suddenly his hands are gone and I feel so turned on.

            Suddenly my polo shirt was pulled up and off, then quickly thrown the the floor. He grabs me and slightly hugs my middle; he turns his head and begins to slow kiss under my nipples, before he starts kissing my right nipple. It’s soft gentle kisses that I enjoy, and then he starts to suck on it. Again very gentle, but the feeling was seductive and making me hard, and wanting to cum. After a minute he moves on and does the same to my left. This time I grab his head and forced him down on my nipple, which makes him suck my nipple harder.

            I knew my job was making sure he was having a good time, but as he was sucking on my nipples I knew he was enjoying himself. I was enjoying myself more maybe, but he wanted to play with me today, so I was just making sure he played with me properly.

            Dad then gave me another quick suck on each nipple and then stopped. The wetness of my nipples felt chilly in the air, and felt raw, I didn’t want him to stop. In stead he was kissing back down under my nipples and went down, lower and lower, till he was at my jeans. He undid the top button, pulled down the fly but didn’t pull them down. He kissed around my waistband of my Lacoste underwear, before kissing my hard cock in my underwear. He continued to tease my head with his mouth, before he turned me around so my butt was in face.

Once again he kissed around my waistband, pulling my jeans slightly lower, and I was enjoying the feeling. I wanted him to kiss my cheeks, and then put his tongue in between my crack. I couldn’t make him, but I hope he would go there.

He then stopped kissing and gave my butt a gentle slap. He then put his hand underneath my underwear and cupped my right cheek, then squeezed hard, and slapped it again. I then felt him pull down my underwear, so just my ass was exposed. He began to alternate between kissing my cheeks, and then stopped.

The anticipation of what was going to happen next, had me gripped; I could feel the heat of his face right next to my ass. Then I felt the tip of his nose just at the small of my back, I then felt the stubble of his chin at the top of my butt crack. He was about to do it.

‘MARK!’ I heard, suddenly cry out from somewhere in the house.

‘SHIT,’ he whispered. ‘Get dressed.’

‘I thought you were going to be a lone,’ I say, as I pull up my underwear.

‘She said, she was going to be gone till four,’ he says, handing me my top.

‘Well you need to calm down.’ I tell him, just as I put my top back on. ‘It’s okay she won’t expect any thing.’

‘MARK!’ We hear again.

‘What!’  Mark shouts, opening the door and shouting down the hall.

There is no response till, I hear someone coming towards the room. I look down to make sure my erection has either subsided, or is unnoticeable.

‘There you,’ says Suzanna, Mark’s wife. ‘I just wondered if you were home.’

‘Yeah, I’m home, where else would I be going?’  Mark asks, sarcastically.

‘I don’t know that’s why I’m checking.’

‘How come you’re back early?’ Mark asks.

‘Oh Julia needed me to go with her shopping.’

‘Is she home with you?’

‘Not yet,’ she says. ‘Why are you acting weird?’

‘You just disturbed me talking to Lane.’

‘Lane?’ Suzanna says, she then pokes her brunette head into the room and sees me standing there. ‘Hi Lane.’

‘Hello,’ I say.

‘I hope Mark wasn’t talking your ear off about being kind to his daughter.’

‘No! I was asking someone about work actually,’ Mark says, answer for me.

‘Lane have you had any lunch?’ ask Suzanna

I knew what the correct answer was, but if I said it she would find another reason to come back. Instead I say, ‘no I haven’t.’

‘Okay I’ll make you something, come down in a few minutes.’ I hear her move down the hall, and then Mark closes the door.

‘What can we do in a few minutes,’ I ask.

‘Nothing,’ says Mark, dimly. ‘Next time I’m coming to you.’

‘If you want to,’ I say, but in truth the risk of getting caught makes it more of a turn on for me.

‘Well you’re waiting I might as well pay you,’ says Mark, going to his desk.

‘I’ll add on the time for our next time.’

‘Thanks,’ he says, giving me an envelope. ‘Sorry I couldn’t finish.’

‘Like I said, next time,’ I give him a quick kiss, and slip the envelope into my pocket. ‘Now let me go have lunch.’

I go into the kitchen and on the small table Suzanna has laid a lovely sandwich and bowl of crisps. I notice there is only one place setting.

‘Lane what can I get you to drink?’ Suzanna asks, as I take a seat.

‘Water’s fine,’ I say.

‘Here you go,’ she places a bottle of water on the table.

 I bet some of you are wondering, how can I do this to a woman who is treating me so nicely? I would be a monster if I said I didn’t feel a little bad for her, but this is how I make a living. Unfortunately this fucked up situation pays my bills, so I just go with it.

‘I’m home,’ comes from the hall after a minute or two of silence. ‘Mum you ready? Where are you?’

‘Kitchen,’ answers Suzanna.

‘Great let’s go,’ says Julia joining us in the kitchen. ‘L? Lane what are you doing here?’

‘You dad wanted my help with something,’ I say, finishing my sandwich. ‘Then you’re Mum made me something to eat.’

‘Oh how nice if you Mum,’ says Julia, sitting next to me. ‘Mum why don’t you go and get ready.’

Suzanna nods and leaves the room without a word.

‘What did my dad say to you? Did he ask you if we’re having sex? Or anything that might suggest that we are.’

‘No he did not,’ I say, ‘he didn’t talk about you what so ever.’

‘Then why did he ask you here?’

‘You’re dads just making ago of getting to know me. He just showed me something he was working on.’

‘So long as you’re not telling him your working on me I think we’re okay,’ says Julia, she then peers down the hall the says, ‘so when are you going to work on me?’

            ‘Maybe…’ I say, just as I do my phone starts ringing. ‘One sec,’I look at the phone and I see its Eve. ‘Hello,’

            ‘Liam it’s me,’ starts Eve, ‘I’m going to be running a bit late do you think you could get Thomas from school for me?’

            ‘Shouldn’t be a problem,’ I tell her.

            ‘Just make sure you don’t give him junk, or sweets, or-‘

            ‘I know the drill,’ I say cutting her off. ‘He’ll be fine, I’ll see you later.’

            ‘Who was that?’ Julia asks, in an aggressive tone.

            ‘My sister,’ I tell her, ‘she needs me to get her son from school.’

            ‘Oh,’ she says looking embarrassed. ‘Well it’s good she’s got you.’

            ‘Indeed she does,’ I say, ‘well aren’t you meant to be going out, and since you’re going, I’d better get going too.’

            ‘Alright then,’ says Julia. ‘Mum! Let’s get going.’

X         X         X

Just gone three I was standing in Thomas’ playground waiting for school to let out. This wasn’t the first time I had done this, so I was used to the looks I was getting from the mothers, and some of the dads that happened to be there. I was used to the looks, the dads hated me and the mums wanted to fuck me. Sadly none of them I would be remotely interested in. However, if they did happened to find my site, for the correct price I guess I’d be happy to.

            When Thomas came out, he came running over to me. ‘Hey L,’ he says.

            ‘Hey Tom, ready to go?’ I ask.

            ‘Yeah,’ he says, and then grabs my hand and starts pulling me along. ‘When we get home, can we play some Mario Kart?’

            ‘Well, err, wait. Do you have any homework?’

            ‘Um, I don’t think so.’

            I looked at him, and I knew what he was doing. ‘Well if you don’t, we can play.  But if your mum finds out that you have homework and we were playing games, do you know who gets in trouble?’

            ‘You do,’ says Tom, in a sad voice.

            ‘What happens when I get in trouble?’

            ‘Mum gets mad, and you don’t come round.’

            ‘That’s correct,’ I say, ‘so do you have any homework?’

            ‘Yes,’

            ‘Good,’ I say, ‘if you do your homework quickly we can play a bit.’

            ‘Yeah,’ he says, now sounding more like himself. ‘Are you going to stay for dinner?’

            ‘I don’t know how long your mum going to be so I might as well make you something.’

As we walked, Thomas kept on talking about all the things he would like us to do some time. Some were simple; playing games, then other included trips to Disneyland. It was times like this that I enjoyed this kid. He was simple, where his mother wasn’t, but I enjoyed them both. But I definitely enjoyed Thomas more for sure.

            When we got to the flat, I found the spare key and let myself into their small flat.

            ‘Go get changed and do your homework,’ I tell him, ‘while I’ll go see what you mum has got in.’

            When I look through the fridge I see Eve doesn’t have much I can use. I then turn to the freezer, and find some chips and chicken nuggets. I guess that will have to do.     

            ‘L! I need help,’ I hear Thomas say, before I put the things in the oven.

            ‘What’s wrong,’ I ask, placing the food in the oven before checking out what he needs help with.

            ‘I’m stuck,’ says Thomas,

            Having no idea what by what he means stuck, I walk towards his bedroom, but I find him in the hall, in front of me. He has no top on and his trousers are unbuttoned.

            ‘What have you done?’

            ‘My trousers are stuck,’ he says, tugging on the zip. ‘Can you help me?’

            ‘Okay,’ I say. I get on my knees, so I can see where the zip is caught. I line myself up with his zip, and give it a good tug. Nothing happens, so I put my hands either side of the zip and pull hoping to get the material out, no luck. ‘You really got this stuck, can you get out of them?’

            ‘No, I tried,’ says Thomas.

            ‘Right then,’ I say, realising I have to get this boy out of his trousers. I try to pull them down, but the zip is stuck too high up for them to come off. Then I reach in and fold the trousers forward and see they are stuck from behind. ‘Of course, Tom hold on to your underwear, I’m just going to pull.’ Thomas does as he’s told, and then with one strong yank I am able to get his trousers just below his Spider-Man underwear. ‘Now just step out,’ Thomas gets out of his trousers, turning them inside out in the process. Just as he does I can hear a key in the door behind me, and then in walks his mum Eve.

            ‘What’s going on here?’ She asks.

            ‘Caught zip, but I can handle the rest,’ I say, ‘Now get changed.’ Thomas runs off without even a wave to his mother. ‘It’s quite a jam,’ I say as I stand up and fully examine the trousers. ‘How was your day?’

            ‘Fine,’ says Eve, ‘just didn’t expect to walk into this?’

            ‘Well I think someone was rushing so we could play.’

            ‘Makes sense,’ says Eve, taking off her coat. ‘Well I guess I better go find something for him to eat.’

            ‘No need, I’ve taken care of it,’ I tell her finally unlatching the zip.

            ‘Aren’t you great,’ she says, giving me a kiss.

            ‘I’m not that great; it’s just chicken and chips.’

            ‘Oh, well, yeah, better than nothing.’

            ‘Yeah, but I would have gone out and got some stuff if we needed something.’

            ‘No it’s fine, I just got to remember to go shopping after work tomorrow.’

            ‘Are you working late tomorrow?’ I ask, wondering if I need to be on standby.

            ‘No tomorrow I’m done at one,’ says Eve, ‘So plenty of time to go shopping.

            ‘Great,’ I say, not wanting to ask the next question. ‘You got money to do a shop?’

            ‘Yeah,’ says Eve, too fast.

            ‘Eve,’ I say, with an authoritative tone.

            ‘Yes I have some not a lot, but I will be fine. I mean I get money from him on Friday, so I’ll do a bigger shop on Saturday.’

            I look at her, and see she is embarrassed, ‘Okay, but if you need me to step in let me know.’

            ‘I will,’ she says, with a smile. ‘But honestly we’re fine.’

            I don’t believe her, but I know when to drop it.

X         X         X

As I get off the tube at Stockwell I take a short walk down the road, and buzz apartment number twenty two, and wait.

            ‘L?’ Came Timothy’s voice, through the intercom

            ‘Yep,’ I say, and the door is opened. I walk through the door to the small lift and ride it up to the fourth floor, and find Timothy, waiting by his door.

            ‘I’m so happy you’re here,’ he says, then letting me into his small flat. As soon as we do I walk into the small lounge that makes up the entrance hall and entrance to the other rooms in the flat. Sitting watching the TV is Tim’s mum, Anna.

            ‘Good evening Anna,’ I say, to be polite.

            ‘Evening,’ is all she says, not even looking up.

            ‘You want a drink or anything?’ Timothy asks.

            ‘Nah, let’s go chill.’ Timothy nods and we walk towards the room on right side of the lounge and enter his small room. It’s a small square room, with various posters on the walls, and a single bed; I can see he cleaned it due to expecting my arrival, as I can smell the scent of vanilla. ‘What happened at school?’

            ‘Oh well you know,’ says Tim, hovering, while I take a seat on his bed.

            ‘No I don’t know,’ I say, looking at him. ‘So why don’t you tell me.’ I pat the bed next to me and he sits.

            ‘It’s nothing really; I think I was just being silly.’

            ‘If that’s the case why am I here?’

            Timothy doesn’t answer for a second then he says, ‘Because the boys at school were making fun of me again.’

            ‘I thought I told you what to say!’

            ‘I wanted to,’ says Tim, looking at his socks, ‘but I couldn’t say it.’

            ‘The sooner you speak up they we leave you alone,’ I say, trying to catch his eye. ‘If they ask if you want to suck them off, tell them you can’t get your mouth around a dick so small. Or if they say something about you raping them, tell them if you did they might like it too much. Best one yet, if they keep going on about you being gay, tell them they must be gay, if there so obsessed about your sex life.’

            ‘I know, I know,’ says Tim, still looking down. ‘It’s Just I’m not as brave as you.’

            ‘You will be,’ I say, grabbing Tim’s face. ‘If you learn to speak up, things will get better; because as much as I would like to, I can’t go and beat up a bunch of fifteen year olds.’

            ‘I know, okay next time I’ll try harder.’

            ‘That’s all I want. I mean I’ve been here five minutes you haven’t even kissed me yet.’

            ‘Oh,’ says Tim, finally looking at me.

            ‘Hey,’ I say, keeping his eyes locked. I lean in to kiss him, and he kisses me back. As we start to make out I realize how well Timothy’s kissing has gotten better over the last month. Still not the best, but it’s a lot better, just a shame that’s all he’s willing to do.

            ‘Was that good,’ Tim asks, after a couple minutes.

            ‘Oh yes,’ I say.

            ‘You’re not lying to me?’

            ‘Why would I lie to you?’

            ‘I dunno, to make me feel better.’

            ‘If I make you feel better about doing bad kissing, what would be the point? I want you to be good, so when you kiss other people they’ll be like, that boy can kiss.’

            ‘Yeah okay,’ says Tim, not looking reassured. ‘Are you working later?’

            ‘I don’t think so,’ I say, ‘Unless I get a request.’

            ‘So you can stay a bit?’

            ‘Well not that late, it is a school night after all.’

            ‘I know, I just wish I could work with you.’

            ‘Well give it three years and maybe you could, I know a lot of my fans like me with someone else.’

            ‘Really? Cool, and its two years and six weeks.’

            ‘Is it only six weeks till your sixteen?’ I ask, already having the date marked in my calendar.

            ‘Yep, so you better be thinking about what you’re getting me.’

            ‘Do I now?’

            ‘Yep, it’s a big year so it better be something special, and it can’t be your dick.’

            I gasp, which causes Tim to smile at me, ‘Why can’t this Timothy be the one the bullies see. Okay, then how about I give you my ass instead.’

            ‘Nope I want something special.’

            ‘Okay, I’ll get you some decent porn or toys, does that work?’

            ‘What if my mum finds it?’

            ‘Just say there mine.’

            ‘What if she says you can’t come here anymore?’ Tim asks, with a horror struck face.

            ‘Well lucky for you I live alone, and I have toys everywhere.’

            ‘I haven’t seen ‘em.’

            ‘Well you’re not looking hard enough.’ I check the time, and it’s getting on to nine. ‘I think I’ve got time for one more make out session, and then it’s time for me to go home. Then I want you to jack off, and then go to bed you got that?’

            ‘Yes sir,’ says Tim giving me a solute.

X         X         X

            When I get home I feel worn out, tired and horny, I grab a can of Monster. I can’t believe I saw all my relations and didn’t get any. I made out with Tim, but that’s about it. Not to mention the big tease Mark turned out to be. Just thinking about it, was getting me even hornier, and giving me a semi.

            I take out my phone and click on to Grindr and see who’s about, sadly just everyone I see almost every day in my local area. I see a profile listed as visiting; a thirty-six year old bottom, from Australia. It’s been a while since I had an Aussie.