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A Boys Cameo

by Dominick St James

Chapter 1

Kyneston School

I've got a boyfriend, but we don't like the gay 'thing'. We do behave gay cos of how we are with each other, but I don't know how I'll be when I'm older. Mum and Dad say just to enjoy myself and have fun while I'm young.

I'm Kitt Sackville-Gaunt and my boyfriend is Hayley Montgomery, he's just turned thirteen and I'm fourteen. I live at Whinscombe Hall, in a small village on the Jurassic coast, just as you pass into Devon if you're heading for hols there.

My family is quite small. I have no brothers and only one sister who's starting her second Uni year and I have a Granny who's impossible to mess with and two cousins. Alicia, on my dad's side is eleven and a half and a pretty popsicle but she knows a lot more than she should, and is wicked naughty. Then there's Barry on my mum's side, who's going up to Cambridge to do meds. He's like our family Einstein and not bad looking either, but unfortunately he's a total nerdy dork. We're okay with him though, and I know Barry's not gay, else he'd be trying it on with us, cos in looks we're very triable, but neither of us are into dorks but I haven't anything serious against him and he is a very clever young guy. Granny, who's my mum's mum, can be a bit scary until you get to know her cos she's seventy and rides a Harley-Davidson chopper bike, with the full leathers and everything.

My dad's in horses, and we've stabling for thirty Thoroughbreds, that are huge fabulous beasts of seventeen hands, very scary, and Dad only lets the trainers handle them. Then we've crosses for polo and show jumping, and four that Dad keeps back for the hunt, as we've a local one that he rides to hounds in. I have a small palfrey of my own and she's fourteen hands, which is enough for me. I really didn't get much use out of her until I discovered what awesome nice fun I could have on her with my boyfriend.

Mum's an arts photographer and she goes on shoots for glossies and those big flashy books you only see under coffee tables. She's mainly in arty young stuff for overseas fashion and ads, and they're a bit naughty sometimes, well a lot naughty actually, but sexy and cool, too, which I'll tell you about later.

Hayley's Dad's a futures broker and works on line all the time. He buys oil and metal that don't exist, or haven't been made yet, then he sells them in the future that hasn't also come yet, or something like that. It sounded really weird to me, even when his Dad explained it, but it must be a brill job and not just something out of 'Harry Potter', cos he talks really savvy about it.

We put down for Kyneston for me after prep, when I was twelve. It was either that or boarding at Wellington which Mum didn't want. She said she didn't want me boarding for 'sexual reasons' because of my looks, which I thought was a bit of a giggle, like I'd be gang banged every day. I didn't want to be away from home though, and anyway I'd already started to enjoy other boys a lot when I was eleven and you don't have to be at boarding school to be with another boy in bed.

At prep school I had lots of nice friends and was allowed on sleepovers, specially during school holidays if we were staying home. Some of their parents had all sorts of rules for us though, about making a racket or running around with hardly anything on. It also wasn't much fun if my friend had brothers and sisters bothering us. Sleepovers were always best at my house cos I've got more space and freedom. My friends liked it too cos we could stay naked in bed all morning and have breakfast brought to us, and have more time squirming our pricks together, screaming our heads off or with our mouths jammed together. It was all we wanted to do. We didn't fuck, then. We thought that was special horny boyfriend stuff that you only had for relationships, where you were owned. I found out later that sort of became true, but if you're queer for being with boys sexually when you're rubbing and screwing your pricks and mouths together in a warm comfy bed, it can be just as gorgeous as fucking, I found out.

I knew I wanted a boy in my hole though, when I turned twelve, and I didn't have long to wait for that. At Kyneston, with my looks I knew I was a catch, but I still got quite a surprise. I had the sixteen year old prefects after me on my first day, but they do have the first choice amongst the pretty twelve year olds. It was bloody exciting and I gave in straight away. I didn't want to miss out. I was practically in three relationships by last bell on my first day. My neck was disgustingly blotched and I'd been creamed in my undies at both breaks and lunch. I know, gosh... I sound an awful tart. Well I was, quite a lot, but the attention I began to get every day was frikking delicious – I couldn't resist – hands in my undies wanking and caressing me, and being kissed and mauled over, but all in a nice way too – not rough with me, but well mannered.

I got asked if I liked it and called 'sweetheart' and sexy names and it got to be every break and lunch, sat on a prefect's lap, snacking on goodies being fed to me, inbetween being educated in round and round, up and down snogging, while he creamed my prick inside my undies, one after the other.

Also straight away, I was getting asked out on dates. Mum let me go, except she wanted to see his pic and everything if I wasn't being picked up, though I was choosy with them anyway. I was asked a lot, and I got lines like... "You need to be fucked." From me, that got, "Oh... um yes. Shall we look around for someone to do that?" I liked the prefects best but I was willing with the other sixteen and fifteen and year olds, too. Younger than that can't date, they just want to cum, soon as you start kissing. They fuck nice though and their pricks still stay up, like mine.

I knew how I wanted to be treated on dates – like a precious and pretty, horny little princess – lechery but with nice manners. And, like I say, I was choosy, and at twelve, I soon got very savvy. It was usually a shared education.

The purpose of the date of course, was to fuck me senseless in his bed all night and in the morning – but could he handle me? No dining in Macs – I wanted at least four star, and plush seats at the movies, high class sophisticated young clubs and discotheques and I wanted carrying about too, I wasn't going to walk anywhere. That wasn't usually a problem, just something they hadn't thought of. I wanted showing off as well, as in 'Wow, look at that lucky dude with that sexy, darling.' In return I dressed sensibly – as in his wildest dreams – wearing a little midriff tee, mini shorts with a slit fly and no undies on, and long bare legs with feet in pretty ankle socks, plus my jewellery bracelets and telling him what the colours mean for what I've had.

I fell in love with the ones that could handle me, who ticked every box, but I was always the boss. A good test for him was a table for two in a plush restaurant that was his idea, but then I wanted a kiss for being a nice boy, which I couldn't have, sat opposite, so prim and proper with my sexy long bare legs out of view. So I got up and sat on his lap, kicked my shoes off and let my stiff twelve year old prick poke up out of my open fly and whined in his ear, "Wank me." Lets face it, a lad can't be huffy and still ask a pretty twelve year old boy out on dates, can he? No, but then if they got huffy at that, I had a tantrum and phoned my mum to be picked up. I was slow about phoning though, to give him a chance – cos the stakes were high. Still with my stiff prick out in a public area, stamping my foot about and being really naughty, I usually got pulled back onto his lap and got called all sorts of rude sexy names in my ear while I was kissed and openly masturbated. The cherry was when the waiter came up, like they do, while my date was completely into me, bringing me off and telling the waiter to eff off.

The stakes were really high for him with me, he'd got me this far and mostly I'd got my dates coming in their pants during our date, with how I behaved, what I did with my body and how I dressed. I let him do whatever he wanted with me with his hands and mouth, so long as he didn't want me to be hidden and secret. But if he got told off or pulled up by an adult, that was his problem, not mine... I was only twelve or thirteen. I'd already liked him enough to want him to date me and he'd already ticked all my boxes on the actual date. Then it depended now about my hole.

At home I've got a shower dildo. Dad got me it when I turned twelve cos we'd already discussed about how I felt about other boys and what I wanted. It's a battery one and ohmygod it can make me come off just having my tits kissed with another boy, while its going off up me.

Even though I can talk to my dad about sex, if I want to, I didn't tell him that I had two boys in my hole on my first date. They were both Kyneston prefects, and they were so nice with me. It was awesome with their two mouths and tongues all over my body. My hole stung a bit, first off of course, from their teen pricks, but I got the proper gel rubbed up me, and they let me screw my hole on them till I was happy with everything and got used to it. After that I was screwed, major.

When they found out I was a horny little princess for it, I was pulled about and stripped, straight off. I only had to scream my head off of course if I didn't like it, cos I'm protected a lot at school. There's some boys that don't like me or maybe they're jealous, but I've never got into any bother with any really awful horrid boys, and there's hardly any like that at Kyneston.

I know I have just as much sex at Kyneston as I would boarding, well not actual screwing, but you know what I mean. And anyhow, what boy wants sex in a two foot metal bed, when you can have it at home everyday, in your own bed. And kissing's sex too, isn't it, cos with another boy, you don't just hold him, do you? It's not like with a girl, I don't think, where she doesn't want your hands on her bare bottom inside her knickers. I like boys hands on my bare bottom, and so does Hayley.

Me and Hayley were both treated decently in bed by older boys. We were both started off slowly with the proper gel, by nice older boys who knew what they were doing. That's the main reason you get to like boysex so much, when you've been nicely treated, first off. All I wanted was to be a sexy little tart and have lots of fun, so I just flung my arms around nice sexy prefects and had my head frenched off, while they played with what they wanted, inside my pants.

I knew all about sex when I was twelve, leastways, I thought I did. I picked it up half and half really, between sex education at school and chats with my dad about myself. We've never had anything between us about me growing up gay, I mean we've never fallen out, so I splurge all my secrets to him about boys. You can't scream in giggles in sex ed, but I can with my dad. And of course my prick is up in my shorts, sat on his lap, but he just flicks it with his fingers for a joke, while I listen to him telling me things, and kiss his face. I let it out when we talk about prick, cos I like to show Dad I've got a nice one and he says it's coming on nicely.

I started jizzing at twelve and Dad wanted to know how it felt for me, but I just blushed and wriggled cos I couldn't find words for the feeling it gave me, especially when it's in bed with another nice horny boy. Me and my dad measure my prick every six months and it was four and half inches when I was twelve, and I'm fourteen now and it's another inch more. It's straight and slim when it comes up, and when it's rigid my foreskin slides down off my bell and it looks so frigging sexy on me. Umm... I don't do anything with my dad though, in case you were wondering.

I got lots of attention from my attitude, like being bounced on one boy's prick with another holding me, snogging my head off. Then they changed over and I got sucked at the same time. I got the giggle fits too after that, cos they wanted to screw me standing up. I clung round him with the other boy holding me as well, but I kept slipping, and after two goes I was on the carpet, rolling about nearly in hysterics. My second date was with only one boy and he fucked me with my legs up, which was my first time for it that way. He was hard in me for ages, and I jizzed my goolies off. On dates, I liked being taken somewhere special and treated nicely, but I like being chased, first.

I dressed nice and sexy for him and wanted to be shown off at parties and in decent restaurants and discos. I let him do anything with me, except him bringing me off in my shorts while we were out, and if there was anything I really didn't like, I just phoned my parents and asked to be collected, or asked for a taxi.

Afterwards, when we went to his house, I also wanted showing off and introing to his parents. I was his sexy young date and didn't want to be hidden away somewhere to be only kissed and wanked. If he wanted to make out with me downstairs first, before he fucked me in his bed, I wanted to be comfortable on his lap, in their sitting room. And I didn't want his mum and dad having a fit about seeing me, cos I'd made him so horny he'd forgotten about that. I hated surprising their parents and creeping about with him, or being quiet in bed. Being in a noisy bed drives me wild. Some lads were so shocked with how I behaved – like cos I was 12 and 13 and not supposed to know much.

When I'm with a boy at home, downstairs, and we're nearly out of our minds with each other, my parents don't make any fuss. If they want to speak, they're pleasant, or else they just leave us alone, but I only go all the way with a boy when we're in bed. I think my parents are realistic with me, so I show it with a lot of respect and if they still want me to be their baby when I'm eighteen, say, I won't mind.

I wanted taking home after my date though, and if he came with, I let him fuck me again in my own bed and have wild sex, if he wanted to stay. I always dated older boys though, it was just sexier, except when I got Hayley. We only had one proper date out, then we fucked and fucked and fucked in bed all the time, as much as possible, but there's less than a year between us.

I got pestered for dates during the school week too, which I was allowed on if my prep was finished. I've had my own keys since I was 12, but I had to be home for ten. If it's a nice good looking sexy prefect who knows I'll say yes, I did usually go on the date, specially if I'd already dated him before. And cos I knew him, I could be a little cockteaser, with what I had on and how I'd behave. They know you're pretending, but I can still upset him. Then I pretend to be all casual, not like checking my nails, but I wait for him to start getting a bit cross, then I lay it on him passionately, not pretending, and work my hole on his prick when we're fucking, and deep mouth his prick, till I got his smile back, cos I'm a well brought up boy.

Anyhow prick is on my mind nearly all day at school, and up in my pants. I can't go a full day without having it out to at least stroke. I'm not the only one of course, and lots of us have them out before the master arrives for the first lesson, first thing, and we show off to each other and make promises. At break, and lunch times I got growled at, and chased, but I'm hard to catch if I don't want to be caught. I only ran from the ones I wanted though, and just stared the others out. I decided where to be caught, then I willingly screwed my prick into his fingers or mouth. The prefect I really wanted to have, always had heaps of first year boys around him and I couldn't get a look in. The best is after school though, when I'm naked in another boy's bed. For the rest of the afternoon our pricks are rigid for each other and we wriggle and rub off together, jizzing and jizzing, while we pick up things up from each other about what we like. I liked that best with boys my own age, cos we're equal.

When I started at Kyneston, I got my school uniform from a Kidzerama store. They do heaps of stuff for kids, all under one roof and it's a mega store that has everything. Then I saw that they had silk panties for boys. They're proper boys ones too, not girls' and feel so slinky and comfortable on me and they have a pouch for your prick, but no fly. The thing is, even when my prick's bone stiff in them, they don't feel stretched and I look gorgeously frikking sexy with it like that.


At Kyneston our school motto is 'severitatem inhibere', which means strictness inhibits, and that's just how school is, cool and laid back. It's fabulous. We're in light grey pants, with to-die-for blazers in bright maroon and gold braid. These are our school colours, plus royal blue, and show off on the school shield, on our top pockets and ties. Kyneston is crème-de-la-crème in three counties, and we get looked at major out of school. We're like royal princes. I feel so comfortable and sexy with everything at school, and still get prickly wearing my uniform out in town somewhere, getting ogled. Hayley says I'm sexy hot property, and should be used to it by now, then I show him who's my sexy hot property.

During the week, Dad's usually up before us, checking the stables. He'll come into the house sometimes before we leave and catch us mirror posing in the hall before we go for our train. He stands quietly gazing at me, wiping his hands, with a big pleasant smile on his face, very slowly ogling me up and down, appreciating me in my uniform. That is until I shout at him to stop doing it, cos I'm blushing my head off and laughing in embarrassment. Dad chin's his head at me then, and I throw myself at him in adoration, and feel his lips on my neck as he squeezes me, trembling with his love that's passing through me, and Hayley gulps and wipes his eyes. Then stepping away, he'll pick up his keys and flip them to me. "Get in the car," he quietly growls, and then that starts me off gulping too, cos I know he's going out of his routine, taking us to school.

For the morning train though, we have to wave the 7.45am down, cos it's just a platform at Whinscombe, not a station. If we miss that one, Dad has to rescue us. We get to school quicker in his AMG, but he's flipping embarrassing when we get there, squeezing and kissing me again and I have to remind him I'm fourteen, not nine!

On the train you can kiss in 'first' cos it's always half empty, obviously. But you have to wait while the Ticket Beak's passed through, cos she can get flipping huffy if she catches you 'messing about', and it's quicker to stop kissing than get your boyfriend off your lap, isn't it? I know she doesn't let it go on in second though and you can get kicked off, even if it's miles before your stop.

Then there's the pervy 'business directors' to keep an eye on, looking for boycandy. There's the ones who look at us and make huffy tutting noises with coughing and head shaking, but with bone hard cocks for us. They're okay though, it's the ones with the silly smiles beaming about, trying to catch our eyes that we have to watch. We know straight away which is which too, cos when they get on and see us, the huffy ones come down the aisle passed us, then sit out of the way.

The silly ones start with a straight face and sit near us, then start with the smiles. The worst is when they want to start talking to us. If Cassidy's with us, our best school friend, when we get a smiley one, he gets his prick out and flicks it about and gives the perv a straight faced stare dare. They usually eff off then. It's not nice, but we don't get cross about it, cos I know they wouldn't dare touch us. It makes us stiff, obviously, to get looked at and ogled when you know your cute and off limits, but still... All we can do is giggle or snog, or stare at our iPads, till it's our stop. If you've a really pretty boyfriend, you just up and move seats.

I was just turned fourteen when me and Hayley became boyfriends, but before we got serious, there was Etienne, who's a first year at Kyneston. Some twelve year olds are gorgeous sexy little brats, and don't give a toss about anything when they want you. I fancied Etienne like crazy too, cos he's a delicious little fairy. On our school run he also travels 'first' so we soon got into each other. He wasn't what you'd really call a 'boyfriend' though, cos he lives in Torquay, and that's nearly thirty miles from us.

He's a quiet twelve year old, Anglo-French boy, but forward, and quite bossy. He doesn't sound it – it's the way he uses his hands – wafting them about or tapping me, or he jerks his head. His English is good too, though when he gets stuck, he uses his body. Because he's quiet, and has a very French accent, it makes me want to sign language him, too, cos my French is still a bit hopeless.

Soon after we got to know each other, I had him on my lap all the time and we snogged our heads off till my stop. One afternoon, when we'd left off a bit though, I was petting and stroking him to show him how I felt. We were both a bit dazed and Etienne was holding my neck, staring about in a daydream with his pert little smirk. I was breathing in his body scent, feeling almost frightened from it, cos he's such a gorgeous pet.

I was throbbing from my prick but I can hold off for a wank cos my journey's not that long, but his is a while after mine, so when I get off, he wanks in the john. I was wondering how naughty I could be with him, though. So carefully, to get my meaning right, I held up my hole finger between us. He was slowly flashing his eyes about lazily, pretending not to look at it, or change his expression, and still kept looking about. But he knew what I meant and his sexy mouth gave him away, trying to hide a quivering grin. I sniggered at him wickedly and wiggled my finger on his tummy, teasing him. Then just as he was going to give himself completely away in a giggle, he darted his mouth on mine and smothered it. Then he got off my lap and standing between my legs, locking eyes with me, like he was watching a boring movie, he unfastened himself, got out of his pants and undies in one go, then got back on my lap, and luckily for us we were sat out of the way. Then he grabbed my wrist and put my hole finger into his mouth.

"Do you know what to do with it?" he said, holding my wrist up with both hands. I glared at him, bubbling at his cheekiness.

"Are we on a dare?"

"No... it is your finger, not your cock," he said, laughing.

He really wanted it, so I smothered his mouth passionately and wormed into him till his bottom was on my palm then gave him a wicked nice time. And wow, what he did with his pretty bottom on it, for a twelve year old, really shocked me. He was like a choirboy. He frigged and shafted his hole about then came in spurty dribbles, and then nestled his head into my shoulder, panting in little gasps. I gave him some tissues from my holdall, then he quickly got back into his pants and back on my lap and I hugged and petted him while we recovered from each other.

"Sorry," he said, grinning as he looked at my astonished face.

"Cor, I don't mind, you're gorgeous. But so for only twelve, where's your bum been? I said, kissing him.

"It is different for French boys," was all he said, but I decided not to ask why.

"What about here though... haven't you someone special at school?"

"I have no one special yet, except you. Do you want to have me properly?"

"What do you think... I'd love to have you in my bed, but how can we manage that, dolly face, with you in Torquay?"

"Leave me, your stop is coming up," he said, in a peeve, "You will do something, if you really want me."

What that would be, I had no idea, but my stop was close now, so I grabbed my things and kissed his pretty mouth, and felt him stuff something into my pocket, then I fled for my stop.

As I keyed my dongle at our Hall gates, I fished out what he'd given me. Soon as my fingers touched material, I knew it had to be his briefs... no... a silk hanky. No, neither. I put them to my nose as I walked down the driveway, and breathed in the delicious essence of him, from his girly, pretty silk panties. Sexy, I thought, and I spent the rest of the afternoon creaming my prick into them.

Nothing much happened between me and Etienne, though after that, cos I was getting into my relationship with Hayley and every other boy I knew faded out of my mind. But then I got into the middle of some bother, and it was my own stupid fault cos I drifted into it. It was when me and Hayley first became boyfriends, using the train together.

I tried to avoid Etienne by sitting in another carriage, but it didn't work cos he found me. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but he saw how me and Hayley were with each other, though pretended to ignore him and kept flirting with me. He got up to sit on my lap and I had to do a quick play act to get out of that. But Hayley misses nothing and saw there was something between us, and oh wow, did they get into a temper between themselves. Shoo, and did I have some explaining to do, trying to sort us out. I've got too many feelings for other boys to mess them about, so I was in tears.

When we got off at our stop, Hayley really laid it on me. "If I catch you even looking at her again I'll smack the little tart's face right off her head." Then Hayley burst into tears and I felt so stupid and helpless between them... me a silly flipping kid with romance problems. I'm not a heartbreaker, getting off on boys fighting over me. So well anyway, I phoned Etienne later, and had a private sweet-talk chat with him to apologize. He's only twelve, and I cried how he took it so well and I'm gonna find him a proper boyfriend if I can. I don't want to have any more romantic showdowns pushing me into facing love, it's so cruel.

To begin with, I hardly took much notice of Hayley, I really liked the look of him, but he always seemed to have one particular older boy hanging around him, a year older than me. I couldn't tell whether the boy was gay or not, but I just knew Hayley definitely was, from everything about him, so I thought there was probably something going on between them.

Even at Kyneston you have to be careful, coming on to another boy you fancy. But from cocksucking I soon found out if a boy liked me 'that way', or just wanted me for a toy. Everyone I know at Kyneston likes being sucked, but most aren't cocksuckers, and you can't tell from looking at his prick or sucking it, whether he's gay, can you?

There were nice boys all around me, so I left off wondering about Hayley, except to find out his name and age. I didn't want him in my head if I wasn't going to be in his. By the time I was thirteen and a half I'd been really well fucked on dates, but now I was turning fourteen, I decided I wanted a proper boyfriend, but one younger than me, cos I'd started fancying twelve and thirteen year olds instead.

So I started checking Hayley out again, cos I really liked the look of him and he is a year younger than me. But now when I caught site of him at break or lunch, he was either sat alone or with class mates, without the older boy hovering around him now, and every time I glanced at him, he caught my eye and smiled back.

At our sports day, a couple of weeks later, I saw we were in the same track events, but on different teams. I'm fast and long legged, and can fly, and love track and field. I finished my last event and sat down for a rest on a bench near the track-side, to see whether my team would clinch it or not. Then I saw Hayley... fly. He was breathtakingly fast on his legs, like a spooked Gazelle.

I was about to go shower and change, when I saw him strolling about, then he ambled up in a round about way towards me. I eyed him up and down, and saw for the first time how gorgeous he really was. He's pretty in a boy way, like I am, and a blondie, with the loveliest hair I've ever seen on a boy. It hangs straight past his collar, and is fine and silky like a girl's, and flutters and flips about in the least puff of wind. Mine's more of a golden brown and curls down my neck.

'What a doll,' I thought, eyeing him, as my prick came up. He was dressed like me, in a white tee with his house colours, and white silk shorts and I could tell also, like me, he had no briefs on. I watched his long graceful legs as he came up towards me, walking like a model. Sexy wasn't even in it. He sat down on my bench and we got into intros, and as with me, he already knew my name. So then we went into casual chat about the sprint events, eyeing the track field, while I listened to his flutey voice.

"I thought I was fast, till I saw how you move," I said. It was a bit lame, but I wasn't going to rush it with this creature.

"I think I was rather showing off. It was an idiot pace."

"Do you like it here?" I said, meaning Kyneston, and shuffled, to edge up a bit closer.

"I'm not sure," he said, a bit vaguely, glancing at my face.

We chit chatted about school and gossiped a bit, in a nice way, about other boys. Then he lifted his knee up to scratch his crotch, and then higher still to really get into it, and this had to be a flirt, cos he was now showing all of his bare thigh to me, nearly close enough to kiss it. That wasn't fair, I thought, and hoped he wasn't just a cockteaser, so I reached for the heel of his shoe.

"I like your Reeboks," I said, taking his heel, "And by the way, you've got sexy legs."

All he had to do now, was get up, and walk off if he didn't like me flirting with him, and I didn't mind risking a punch, either. But I got neither. He shuffled a bit and gave me a nice sexy smile, and I got double my compliments back.

"Thanks, and yours are sexy, too... fit and beautiful, actually," he said.

"Plus ditto that for yours, then," I batted back, and got a delightful little giggle. Then he posed his leg about for me, and bent his knee right up again, lifting his foot. And then, gazing off into space somewhere, he let it down over my leg, with his bare thigh resting on top of mine.

"Sorry, do you mind?" he said, cute and cheeky.

"Flip, no... of course not," I said, and I started stroking my hand along it, cos I wasn't going to leave that alone. He let me, and showed it was more than okay with him, edging close up to me so that we were touching. My prick was tenting like a fairground, but I didn't try to hide it and just ogled Hayley's crotch, who also wasn't minding his prong showing, either.

"You're into us, aren't you?" he said, with a sexy pert grin.

"Well yeah... do you mind?," I said.

"Noo, I'm okay with it. You're even cooler than I thought. I was hoping you was as gay as me, cos I don't like straights trying me for a cocksuck."

Hayley's awesome, and so cute and natural, but I didn't want to just take advantage of him, just cos he's gay, like I'm a gross letch or something, so I took my hand off him. But then he came out with...

"You can go up my shorts if you want to, I like you feeling me up."

"Awh... yes please, if you don't mind," I said, and now I did kiss his thigh, and helped myself to all of it, right into his shorts and found his bare stiff prick straightaway while he chatted. I found his sexy nadgers, smooth and nice and played with them. Now I was so horny for him my prick was leaking and wetting me, as I felt his prick up. It's such a nice slender one, with a curve, and I fondled over him, listening to his sexy voice making my prick achy rigid, while I breathed in his body scent.

"I've liked you for ages, Kitt." he said, dreamily.

"You're my walking dream boy," I said, "I've been wanting to come onto for ages, but I saw you were, sort of with someone, an older boy, so I let it drop, cos you're too effing cute for me to spoil anything you already had."

"Oh him... noo. I haven't got anything with him. He was trying it with me, and wouldn't leave me alone, and he could see I didn't want him. And you're effinger the most gorgeous dream boy I've ever met, and I've seen you about with lots of cute boys, so thanks for calling me effing cute." Then we kissed.

"Can I date you, please, Hayley... you're my must-have?" I said, with me starting to sound a bit whiny.

"No problem... of course we can. Are you serious?" he said, grinning.

"Yes of course, duh... Want bet I'm not?" I stood up, and offered him my hand. "Our first date is over there if you like, under those trees." I said, pointing towards a copse in our school grounds.

Under the oak trees on that stunning afternoon, with my mouth and hands all over this creature, I totally baggsed him for myself and made him mine. That began us then, over three months ago and we've never looked back yet.

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