together, even on a Sunday, and he usually spent most of the day at his Granny's house in the next street. Vincent announced that he wanted to wee. Donald echoed the need. Vincent asked me to go with him, so the three of us went to the nearby Gents' toilet. Vincent stood at the urinal, took out his little pecker and proceeded to pee.
Donald watched him warily. I sensed that Donald was shy, so I suggested that he use the sit-down stall. He went in to the stall but came out immediately. “Someone's filled it with paper and it smells awful,” he said. “Vincent and I will wait outside for you,” I said. A man entered and walked over to the urinal, pulling out a large hunk of meat as he went. Donald and Vincent watched in amazement?they had never seen anyone display a huge cock so openly in public. Donald didn't want to stay at the urinal while the man was there, so he waited at the wash-basin with Vincent and me until the man had left. Then he decided he wouldn't bother to hide his penis from us and did what he originally intended to do. Vincent and I watched him as he held his little cock; it was slightly bigger than Vincent's and he retracted the foreskin as he urinated. “You should do that as well, Vincent,” I said. “It's much healthier than the way you do it, eh. I do the same.” Donald knew that we were watching his cock and hurriedly replaced it behind his zipper.
“No need to be shy, Donald,” I said. “We're both made the same as you.” Donald smiled with slight embarrassment, and told me that his Gran had always said that nobody else should ever see his pecker other than his parents or a doctor. “Sounds to me like she was brought up in a very Victorian family.” “I think she was,” he replied. “She's always saying things like 'children should be seen and not heard', and I hate that.” “You won't get anything as stupid or unkind as that from us,” I told him. “Children are people as well and although they sometimes have to be told what to do, they are deserving of a reasonable degree of respect. It's the best way to give children self-respect.” “Can I come to your house to play with Vincent sometime?” asked Donald. Shrugged. “I don't see why not.
When your parents get home from work today, I'll call in and ask them if I can invite you for an hour or a day.” “Cool,” said Donald, reminding me that he was still a schoolboy. “I'm looking forward to that.” We continued for another half-hour in the playground. I decided it was time for lunch. Rather than risk a confrontation with Donald's grandmother, I suggested that he should go there for his lunch and we would see him in the evening when his parents returned.
V.
Vincent and I went home and had lunch. Vincent reminded me of my promise to put my willy into his bottom. I warned him again that it might hurt, but he insisted because he said that the men on the internet had enjoyed it, so he wanted to as well. I asked him when he last emptied his bowels, and he said, “I had a poo yesterday.” I told him that I didn't want to get my cock covered in smelly stuff, so he said he would go and empty his bottom just for me. I wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment, so I just smiled and told him to go and do it. I said that I would have to wash his bottom thoroughly afterwards in case I might pick up an infection. I inspected his anus and noted that he hadn't wiped it very thoroughly. I told him that a bath was required, so I undressed him and ran the bath for him.
While washing him, I took good care to clean his anus thoroughly, then soaped my index finger and inserted it as far as I could into his rectum. I did this several times, until there was no visible soiling on my finger. I received no complaint from him during this procedure, and I suspected that he was enjoying it immensely; his erection confirmed my suspicion. I fetched a tube of KY jelly from the bathroom cabinet, ready for the forthcoming anal invasion. When I had dried Vincent he ran into his room excitedly, but I preferred to use my bedroom. I decided to undress completely as I had earlier that morning, and then we climbed on to the bed. I began by sucking his penis to full erection, then my tongue made its way to his anus.
Knowing that his rectum was now clean, I lifted his legs high up, inserted my tongue and obtained a little squeak of pleasure. I tongue-fucked it for a few moments, then removed the top from the KY tube and applied a generous helping to his anus and further in to his rectum. By now, of course, my own erection was at a maximum, so I applied a further helping to my glands, then touched it to Vincent's anus. I pushed in slowly; I felt his anus expand. I watched his face and when he grimaced in pain I suggested that he try to push my willy out so as to expand his sphincter further. This he did, and while my penis slid in further his grimace reduced, until I was in all the way and his face showed a neutral smile. I started to withdraw my penis and felt his sphincter tightening in an attempt to prevent withdrawal. I commenced an in-and-out motion and felt his sphincter relax, his smile broadened and he said, “That feels awesome. It doesn't hurt at all now.” To prove that he was receiving pleasure, his penis started to erect again, and I took hold of it and stroked it gently. His feeling of pleasure was increasing continually, and I felt his sphincter start to tighten and relax several times. This gave me an extra jolt of pleasure, so that I was hard pressed to avoid ejaculating. But eventually I couldn't hold back, and started to increase the rate of thrusting in and out as my penis sprayed its contents on to the walls of his rectum. He obviously felt the spray, and he reached up to put his hands around my neck and kissed me lovingly. “I thought you gave me the best feeling in the world this morning, but that was even better.” My penis softened and slid silently out of his rectum. Quickly I reached into the bedside cabinet and extracted a small hand-towel, which I placed under his bottom. I was just in time as the semen started to drip out.
“I'll take you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet,” I told him. “You can push it all out, eh.” “I don't want to,” he said.
“It felt lovely when it went in and I want to keep it there.” I said, “I'm afraid you won't be able to. It will act like an enema and you won't be able to hold it in.” “When can you do it again?” he asked. “I loved it sooooooooooooooooo much.” “Maybe tomorrow,” I said. “You'll have something to look forward to, eh.” When he had expelled all my semen, we dressed and went downstairs. I decided that I would have a rest after my exertions, following which we would have an afternoon footpath walk and thence to the playground.
VI.
As I was resting with Vincent sitting on my lap, inspired by a scene from Lolita where Humbert Humbert has the little nymphet in his lap. I had a serious conversation with him. I told him that if he ever told anyone else about what we had just done, I would probably be sent to prison and he would never see me again. “Can I tell Donald?” he asked. “That depends on whether he can keep a secret.
But whatever you do, don't tell him or anyone else that I put my willy in your bottom.” “But that was the bestest best part of it!”
“Vincent, if you can't promise me that you'll never tell anyone, including Donald, I won't ever do it with you again. I'm very serious about this, because I'm frightened that the wrong sort of people may get to hear of it and I'll be sent to prison.” At that, Vincent understood my concern and he promised he would never tell anyone.
“But can I tell Donald that I've seen your willy?” “I suppose that wouldn't hurt, so long as you don't tell him I've touched your bottom. But don't even mention any of it except in private or with me.” He agreed and reiterated his promise. The conversation terminated and we got up to go out. As we neared the door the phone rang: it was Niki telling me that her mother was worried that she might not recover from her injuries. She needed to stay with her mother for several days, but didn't really need the car. She would return and ask me to drive her back to her mother's house. This we did, and it was late afternoon when I returned home with Vincent and the car. I drove past Donald's grandmother's house. Vincent saw Donald walking home and asked me to stop to pick him up. When Donald sat in the car, he said his Mum and Dad were home and asked if Vincent and I could talk to them. Irene was watching for Donald's return and was surprised to see him get out of my car. She invited me in, introduced herself as Janet, and explained that she and her husband Danny had bought a corner shop type of business and they had to work every day to make it pay. I told Janet that I worked at home and my wife Niki remained as a housewife, so that we were at home all the time. If they found Donald's boarding school fees too much to bear, they might consider an arrangement with us and send him to a local day school. I stressed that the arrangement wouldn't be financial, but we would have to consider other things such as discipline. My impression of Donald was that he was well-behaved, but I stressed that I had only met him for a short while. Janet told me that her mother, who was
