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SMOOTH AS SILK 4
The `Smooth as Silk” series spotlights moments in the protagonist”s, or hero”s, life at ten year intervals, and, as may be expected each snapshot contains a boy; always a teenage boy of fourteen.
These stories are works of pure fiction, and any resemblance to real, living people by name, description or characteristics is entirely accidental.
They are all homo-erotic stories, and may at times contain explicit reference to sexual activities between the hero and the various boys, so potential readers are warned of this and exhorted not to continue if they know they are prohibited from reading of such matters.
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David Lucas” face creased into a soft, appreciative smile as he watched the boy wank.
For a middle-aged man who has a particular liking for early teenage boys, watching one have his wake-up wank while he drank his morning coffee was something to have an appreciative smile about.
David couldn”t be certain that the boy was of the early teenage variety – only the boy”s face was visible above the top of his sleeping bag, and that was a good twenty yards away – but what he could be, and was, certain of was that the boy was wanking. Nothing else could be causing the centre of the boy”s sleeping bag to move up and down at the pace and rhythm it was going up and down except a cock being given its morning exercise by its owner.
David had no idea why the boy should have spent the night in a sleeping bag outside a tent instead of inside it, but whatever the reason was, David heartily approved of it as it meant he was able to watch the boy have his wank.
It wasn”t the first night the boy had slept outside, and it wasn”t the first morning David had watched him have his wank; it had happened yesterday as well.
The boy, of course, had no idea his morning cock-exercise was being observed, would probably have been mortified if he did. As a general rule, boys aren”t too keen on someone watching them wank, which, when you thought about it, was rather a pity, David smiled to himself.
Still, he smiled, he could sit in comfort, hidden even if the boy did look in the direction of David”s camper van, by the darkened glass side windows, drink his coffee and watch the boy”s sleeping bag go up and down.
David had bought the van three years ago, when Shawn left for adventures new; bought it to take himself away from suburban London where he lived, bought it to tour the country, bought it as a convenient way to have a comfortable place to suck the cocks of any boys he found who needed their cocks sucked, in different parts of the country.
He”d been fairly fortunate in that respect, a dozen or so `in need” boys being found and enjoyed, and, as may be expected, David had a passing wonder if the boy wanking in his sleeping bag may possibly be another boy in need.
`All boys are in need,” David confirmed to himself, `Just a question of if they”re prepared to admit it.” The late 1980″s were very different from the 1950″s when David had been fourteen; there”d been no problem then with schoolboys indulging in their needs with other schoolboys, just about every boy he”d known at school had a mate they wanked with, and David had certainly not been the only boy in his school who had a freely available cock and mouth, but now teenage homophobia was rampant and boys found it best to keep their cocks to themselves.
The upside of that, though, was that boys” needs had not changed, and for a boy in secret need, men were often safer than other boys. A boy”s secret cock needs would be kept secret by a man, no guarantee that they would be by a boy.
You didn”t get at a boy”s cock, though, if you didn”t let the boy know you wanted his cock, so David opened his camper van door, stepped outside, caught they eye of the boy in the sleeping bag and gave him a big grin and a `thumbs up”.
`Fuck!” Rob thought, `He must have seen me wanking!” Rob was fourteen and when he wanked he wanked with enthusiasm, totally consumed by the pleasure he was giving himself, and if the guy had been watching he could be in no doubt about what it was that Rob had been doing.
Rob”s smooth young teen cheeks reddened in embarrassment, but fortunately the guy was too far away to see his blush.
But, hang on, the guy had grinned and given him a `thumbs up” and a little grin spread across Rob”s blushing cheeks; far from being adult disapproving, the guy was letting him know he”d seen, liked what he saw and approved of Rob having a wank. How neat was that!
`Bet you wish you could have seen it properly,” Rob thought, followed by, a more than a little surprised at himself, `Wouldn”t have minded if you did, either.”
That, of course, was a thought Rob knew he was not supposed to have, but that only made having it more enjoyable.
`You give yourself one while you were watching?” Rob mentally asked the guy who was now heading off to the toilet block, `Be well neat if you did.”
Rob was fourteen, packed to the brim with hormones, and the thought of some guy wanking about him would have had Rob wanking again if he wasn”t still wiping his spunk off his stomach. `Reckon he might fancy you?” he asked himself, and, being fourteen, he thought that a man who watches a boy having a wank and shows approval of what he”d watched, might well be a man who”d like to do the boy”s wanking for him.
`Would you?” he asked himself the next question. Too right he would! Okay, the guy was at least as old as Rob”s father, but so what? What difference did that make? If you thought about it, a guy that old who was into boys would probably have had a few boys, so he”d know what to do with a boy. Rob hadn”t been done yet, and, at fourteen, it was high time he was, and what better way to start than with a guy who knew what he was doing?
Better still, he was on holiday, didn”t know the guy and the guy didn”t know him, so he could get had, enjoy being had, and that would be the end of it; never see the guy again. Total safe.
Of course, the bloke might not be interested; no-one had been so far, not that Rob knew of anyway, but, he decided as he felt around his now cleaned from spunk pubis, he”d better have a shave in the showers, just in case.
Rob went smooth, he liked the way that felt when he wanked, and if you”re going to be smooth, then you have to be properly smooth, smooth as silk smooth, no nasty stubble where pubes kept wanting to grow back.
He hoiked his shorts out from the bottom of his sleeping bag and wriggled into them. Just shorts, nothing underneath, ever. Mid-thigh length Rugby shorts so there was always ankara yeni escort the wicked thrilling possibility of something being seen, and off to the toilet block for a shower and a shave.
`Oh, nice,” David thought as he saw the boy walking across to the shower block. There was quite a lot of boy to see as Rob hadn”t bothered with a top and his shorts were respectably short, so David had a good view of young adolescent boy body and very much liked what he saw.
Rob was one of those boys who early adolescence was designed for; a growth spurt had made his slender, coltish legs that little bit too long for his body, though his upper body was doing its best to catch up, turning baby boy fat into height so he was a slender joy from feet to head.
`Young fifteen at the very most,” David mentally salivated, `But I”d put my money on young to mid fourteen.” Young to mid fourteen was, in David”s opinion, when boys were at their best. Just starting to grow into their bodies, cocks grown but not yet fully grown, and balls producing more spunk than a boy could cope with unless he wanked several times a day.
Legs were still almost completely smooth at that age as well, and smooth legs were a real bonus. Completely smooth boy was, of course, best of all, but completely smooth boys didn”t usually come with spunking cocks, and a spunking cock was a vital necessity for David. At early fourteen, though, there wouldn”t be too much in the way of pubes, not enough to ruin the enjoyment of the cock, and, with any luck, the balls would still be hairless so they could be licked and sucked as well.
Not bad looking, either, David decided, though he knew from experience that facial good looks were not what mattered – he”d had delicious cock from more than one boy who might best be described as facially unappealing – but a decent looking boy with dirty blond hair was not a boy to ignore.
`Don”t try, don”t get,” was David”s motto, and as he”d seen the boy wanking, let the boy know he”d been seen wanking and the boy was now walking towards him, the opportunity for an opening move was there to be taken.
“Probably quite nice, sleeping out in the open,” he said when the boy was within conversation range, “Be a real bummer if it rains, though.”
The boy rewarded David with a nice smile, a smile that David thought showed the boy had an ideal mouth for sucking cock and kissing.
“Bloody will be,” Rob said, “They probably won”t let me in the tent even if it pisses down.”
David didn”t have to work hard to produce the required surprised look.
“Why ever not?”
David had seen Rob wanking, showed no signs of disapproval, quite the opposite in fact, so Rob didn”t hesitate to say why, and unwittingly give consent to the beginnings of his seduction.
“Had to come on holiday with them,” he explained, “Me sister and her boyfriend. Rents thought that with me around they wouldn”t be able to get up to anything. Fat lot they know! Won”t allow me in the tent at nights so they can shag.”
Would Rob have told that to someone who hadn”t seen him having a wank? Almost certainly not! In fact, leave out the `almost”!
“Understandable,” David grinned conspiratorially, “But if it does piss down, feel free to knock on my van door. Wouldn”t want you catching pneumonia.”
Rob grinned, a nice wide grin. “Yeah, thanks, mate,” he said, and went in for his shower, determining to make sure he was as smooth as smooth could be. Just in case.
David had made a move and now it was up to the weather; if it rained the boy would come to his van, and if the boy came to his van the boy would end up in his bed. The boy had `available cock” written all over him; all he needed was an excuse to allow himself to let it become available in fact and not just in theory.
Well, it was summer in England, and it always rained in summer in England.
Rob was extra careful with his smoothing; he had one of the new, two-blade razors, but even so you could nick yourself if you weren”t careful, and smoothing without having a mirror to look in was a bit awkward. The man wanted to have him; Rob had never seen that look in a man”s eyes before, but he recognised it for what it was instantly and felt a surge of almost impossible to hide excitement when he saw it.
Could he wait until it rained? What if it didn”t rain?
David was surprised to hear a tap on his van door around ten that evening. He knew it must be the boy, but it wasn”t raining and David was sure he”d read the boy correctly. He would give, but he would have to have an excuse to give; he wasn”t the sort of boy who would just flop it out and say `there you are, get on with it.”
“Not raining, is it?” David said when he opened the door for the boy.
`Not now,” Rob had the grace to blush, “But must have been earlier. I left me sleeping bag outside and it”s all wet now. Look.”
The item young Rob was holding out was, indeed wet, very wet, almost dripping wet. It was wet because Rob had poured a bowlful of water over it, not wanting to risk a whole holiday of no rainfall.
David knew straight away that the sleeping bag was an offer of cock. It was far too wet to be anything other than deliberately soaked, would probably take more than a day to dry, and if the boy had soaked it so he couldn”t sleep in it, and he wasn”t allowed in the tent, then there was only one place he could sleep. He was asking to be seduced.
“No way you can sleep in that,” David swallowed the wet bait, “Better hang it up to dry in the toilet.”
“Thanks,” Rob sighed in relief, thankful that David hadn”t questioned how his sleeping bag got soaked on a fine, dry, summer evening.
“They not going to let you in the tent, I suppose?” David began the process of giving the boy an excuse to be talked into his bed.
“No chance.”
“So it seems you”ll have to stay here for the night, then.”
“If you let me.” Rob confirmed his willingness to be talked into bed.
The boy had provided the necessary excuse for his seduction, indicated his willingness to be seduced, so David commenced on his seduction.
Sex was never mentioned while man and boy chatted and talked, David was more subtle than that. He”d guessed that this would be the boy”s first time, and knew that however much a boy wanted it, things must not be rushed. It”s a big step for a boy to give his cock for the first time to a man plenty old enough to be his father; there are bound to be nerves and hesitation, so first, ease those nerves, relax the boy.
Rob was fourteen; gin and tonic was a new and interesting drink for him; he worked his way through two decent ones, along with a few of David”s cigarettes (1980″s, smoking not yet socially unacceptable) and by nearing midnight, Rob was ready for yenimahalle escort bed. Nicely relaxed, a tiny bit squiffy and ready for what was to come next.
“No sleeping bag, so you”ll have to share with me, I”m afraid,” David opened the batting.
“Yeah. Don”t mind.”
“Keep your undies on for safety,” David introduced the possibility of a lack of safety.
“Yeah.” Rob couldn”t, of course, because he wasn”t wearing any.
“Too warm for tops, though,” David lifted the bed sheet for Rob to clamber in, which he did after first removing his tee.
“Bit cramped, so bits of us might touch,” David used a line he had used before under similar circumstances.
“Probably will,” Rob agreed, though the bed was plenty wide enough for man and boy to sleep in and avoid any physical contact. “Won”t mind, though.”
“Won”t if you”re asleep.”
“Won”t notice then, will I.”
“Notice if you”re awake, though.”
“Yeah.”
“And if you”re awake, you might wonder if it was accidental.”
“Might.”
“Might wish you were safe in your sleeping bag.”
“Can”t be, can I. It”s soaking wet.”
“Might wonder if naughty things might happen.”
“Might.”
“So what do you reckon your chances are of getting through the night unwanked?” David made a joke of it.
“Somewhere around nil, I expect.”
“What do you want them to be?”
“Nil.”
“Don”t need your shorts on then, do you.”
“Nah. Nor do you.”
“Sure?”
“Dead sure.”
David knew the boy had come to be wanked, but he did not expect the fervour of the boy”s behaviour once shorts had been discarded. First time boys, in David”s experience, however willing and eager they were, needed to be led by the cock, felt, fondled and told how lovely they were before inhibitions were discarded.
Not Rob.
David put his right arm round Rob”s naked shoulder, to reassure him all was well and safe, before he sent his other hand down to find cock, but his left hand never made it as far as cock.
As David”s arm went round his shoulder, Rob hurled himself into a full body clinch, so the first thing not Rob”s to touch his adolescent cock was a man”s hard cock as their groins met and clashed.
Rob had gone for the clinch in a fleeting moment of unreasoning fear. Fear that when his smoothness was discovered it would not be appreciated, that David would think him some sort of pervert for shaving off his pubes, and he probably was a pervert, wasn”t he? Normal boys didn”t shave off their pubes; normal boys didn”t go to bed with men, normal boys didn”t pour water over their sleeping bags so they had an excuse for going to bed with a man.
David did what a man like David was bound to do when he has a naked fourteen-year-old boy clinging to him, faces barely inches apart. He moved his face closer still, till he was breathing the boy”s nervous exhalations, and when Rob”s face stayed where it was, he eliminated the last remaining fractions of an inch and put his lips on the nervous lips of the boy.
Rob had never kissed before so he reacted purely by instinct, but his instincts were an adolescent boy”s instincts and he pressed his lips against the lips that were touching his, and parted those lips, and then opened his mouth so probing tongue could get inside, and his mind exploded.
All worries about his smoothness being disapproved of were blown from his mind by the devastation to his inhibitions caused by the in-mouth tongue battle, and when David finally managed to force a hand between them and get at his cock, all he did was moan at the wonder of being felt.
Any still lingering fears were dispelled when David broke the kiss to murmur in Rob”s ear, “You lovely, beautiful boy. You”re smooth,” and when the kiss started again, Rob was more fervent and passionate than before.
David”s hand told him that the boy had a perfect cock; all young adolescent boys have perfect cocks, but some are more perfect than others and Rob”s was perfectly perfect. It felt fairly slender, enough to hold and not enough to overfill his hand, and inquisitive fingers told David it was complete, that even hard it stayed skin covered; boy cock as David liked boy cock to be.
It was a boy cock meant for sucking, and David had to suck it. He had a complete boy to taste, and complete boy would be tasted in the night to come, but the hard, hot, throbbing inches in his hand was where the tasting had to begin.
Sucking a young teenage boy”s cock was what life was all about for David; he”d been sucking them since he was himself a young teenage boy, and they never failed to delight him. He prided himself in knowing that, whatever a boy”s initial feelings were about having his cock sucked, once his mouth had got to work the boy experienced nothing but pleasure. David loved having young adolescent cock in his mouth, loved sucking it, loved making it spunk and loved eating the spunk it squirted, but his real pleasure came from knowing that he was giving the boy he sucked a wonderful orgasm, possibly the best orgasm of his young life.
Rob knew that cocks got sucked, knew that being sucked was supposed to be amazing, but nothing had prepared him for the reality of having his cock in a mouth and he whimpered at the sheer wonder of it, an unbelievably greater wonder than wanking, greater by light years than having it felt and that had been a universe away from it being in his own hand. The only conscious thought Rob had as his cock was swallowed was a wish that he”d poured so much water over his sleeping bag that it wouldn”t dry out before his holiday ended.
David worked his magic on the cock in his mouth, licking it and swallowing it whole, nibbling carefully at the foreskin bud, poking his tongue inside that bud, adding variation by suckling the teenage balls, so delightfully, wonderfully smooth, licking and kissing every bit of smooth as silk boy skin all around both cock and balls, and always returning to cock to suck, intent on pleasuring the boy who owned that cock.
Being sucked wasn”t enough for Rob; it had been more than he”d thought of when he poured water on his sleeping bag, but now it wasn”t enough.
He wanted to find out what it was like to suck cock, suck cock while his own cock was being sucked, and he wriggled and twisted in the bed until he could get at cock to suck, and even though his mind had exploded several times already, it exploded again when he did get cock in his mouth, and though David”s cock was too big for him to swallow it as David swallowed his, he did his best and sucked for all he was worth.
Too soon yet for spunk; there was a whole night to get through and David knew sleep would come to neither boy nor him till exhaustion claimed them both, and though, being fourteen, the boy would spunk yozgat escort more than once before sleep, now, while he was still fresh, still lost in the wonders of sexual discovery, now was the time to expand his horizons yet further, to teach him that, wonderful as his cock was, there were other parts of his body that were wonderful, parts that could be enjoyed and give him pleasure, and the pleasure he got from having them enjoyed would make the wonder of his cock an even greater wonder.
The front of a whimpering, moaning Rob was tasted from knee to neck – David didn”t even think of turning him over – he knew the boy had brought him his cock and not his arse – and Rob, who had discovered for himself the wonder of a cock that wasn”t his, couldn”t leave David”s alone while he was being tasted, dimly thrilled that David was as smooth as he was himself, which meant he wasn”t some sort of pervert and everything he was doing, everything that was being done to him, was perfectly natural and normal and things a boy should do.
“You ate it,” Rob muttered after he”d finally spunked and come round enough to realise there was nothing to clean up, “You swallowed my spunk!”
“Course I did. Don”t mind, do you?”
“Nah, course not. Wasn”t it ?”
“Delicious,” David finished the boy”s sentence for him, “Lovely, tasty spunk. Just like the boy who squirted it,” David added a touch of flattery to make Rob feel good for giving David his cock and feeding him spunk.
Rob had an unseen in the dark blush at hearing himself described as tasty and lovely, and a surge of post-orgasmic warmth at hearing he had been appreciated. He”d soaked his sleeping bag hoping to get wanked, but this was all so much better than just a wank. He”d never wank again if he could get this every night!
For some boys a spunking is the full-time whistle, and for others it”s merely a break in play; Rob, never having played before, was uncertain. Should he just go to sleep as he did after his usual night-time wank, or, because he was naked in a bed with a naked man who”d just sucked him off and eaten his spunk, was more expected from him?
David wouldn”t have pushed the boy to give again, he wasn”t that sort of person; much as he adored boys and loved their cocks, he had never asked for more from a boy than the boy wanted to give. But neither was he the sort of man who sucks a boy off and then ignores him, so he reached across and took hold of Rob”s hand, his hand, not his now soft cock, and felt the boy”s fingers slowly intertwine with his.
Having his hand held did what David intended it to do, it made Rob feel safe and secure, so safe and secure that he wanted to kiss David again, because kissing had made him feel incredibly horny and, for some reason, he wanted to feel all horny again so David would want to suck him off again.
Rob got sucked off twice more before he finally went to sleep, and in the morning, when it was light and David peeled the sheet off him and looked at his naked young adolescent body and said that his four-and-a-half inch hard again cock was simply beautiful, and if Rob didn”t get out of bed this instant he was going to have it sucked again, he did the only thing it was possible for him to do and said, “Please.”
“What about your sister?” David asked a little while after his boy spunk breakfast, “She”s bound to be wondering why you”re not in your sleeping bag outside her tent.”
“Will it be dry, do you think?”
“What? The sleeping bag? Doubt it. It was soaking wet.”
“Spose it”s still not dry by tonight?”
“Stay here, I suppose. If you want. If you think your cock can bear it.”
“What you want?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
“I”d love it to be too damp to be slept in by the time you have to go home.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Could always throw some more water on it.”
“Or just pretend it”s wet.”
“So you can suck me again?”
“Lots.”
“Don”t think me cock”d mind.”
“Just your cock?”
“Well, me as well. Think I like being sucked.”
“Know I like sucking you.”
“Much as other boys you”ve sucked?”
“Way better than many of them.”
“It”s not very big.”
“It”s perfect.”
“You mean that?”
“I do. Lovely cock, and lovely boy to go with it.”
“Honest?”
“Honest.”
“Will you want to fuck me?”
“Do you want to be fucked?”
“Don”t know. It”s what happens, though, isn”t it?”
“Sometimes. Not always. Some boys don”t want to be turned over.”
“Don”t think I do. Not yet, anyway.”
“Don”t have to be.”
“Really? Won”t that spoil things for you? Not being able to bum me?”
“Not about me. All about you and you enjoying yourself.”
“Like the way you look at me when I”m naked.”
“You”re good to look at.”
“And you really think my cock”s okay?”
“More than just okay. It”s a lovely cock.”
“Better go sort things with me sister, then.”
It”s not legal to suck fourteen-year-old cock, however much that cock wants to be sucked, and the likelihood of unwanted consequences bloomed in David”s mind.
“Be careful,” he warned the boy, but flashing blue lights and court appearances didn”t enter the boy”s thinking.
“No problem,” Rob confidently stated, found his night-before discarded shorts, pulled them on and headed for the van door. “Won”t be long. You can have a shave while I”m gone if you”re thinking of kissing me again,” he grinned cheekily, “Don”t want scratches all over me face.”
David took the hint – it was already too late now to let possible consequences interfere with boy enjoyment – and a boy who wants to be done is a boy who should be done while the chance is there, so David made sure his face was a smooth as he could make it, and not only his face; groin, legs and underarms also got smoothed while he waited for Rob to return and be kissed again.
Return the boy did, some twenty minutes later, shifting himself out of his shorts the moment he got in the camper, presenting his smooth young adolescent perfection for viewing by David”s boy-hungry eyes.
“Sorted,” he grinned. “You had a shave?”
David nodded, his eyes fixed on the boy”s slowly filling young tube of delight.
“No problems,” Rob smiled, “Just told her I”d keep me mouth shut about her having cock if she did the same about me.”
“Just like that?” an astounded David asked.
“Did bribe her a bit,” the boy sniggered, “Said she could shag all day if I was out of the way all the time, an” she jumped at it.”
“So?”
“So you can do me all day long if you want, an” from the way you”re dribbling over me cock, I reckon you want.”
“Breakfast first?”
“Nah. Later.”
“Randy little bugger.”
“Your fault, ain”t it? Shouldn”t be so good at sucking.”
“And you shouldn”t have such a suckable cock.”
“Needs sucking again now.”
“Better bring it here then.”
“Think I might try spunk for breakfast instead of yoghurt,” Rob grinned when, after a long, deep snogging session he settled into a sixty-nine position with David, “Never know, I might get to like it.”