Dan Rawknot

Josh
Eleven-year-old's Boylove

Where do these things start?

"It's nearly bedtime. Simon, go and get into your Pj's," Josh said, letting go of his cuddle of Simon, fondly encouraging him off his knee. "Would you like some hot chocolate and toast for supper?" he added, as the six year old started for the stairs to grab his night things.

Wow! Here I am. Let me introduce myself. I'm Simon, nearly seven, nearly! (My birthday's ten more sleeps away.) But while I'm really looking forward to it, it's a sad time. Nana's not well. Mum has gone to see her, but she lives like, 300 miles [500 km] away. It takes an age to get there! ("Are we nearly there yet?")

So, this time I'm looking after the house, I'm going to school. Oh and Josh, he's keeping an eye on me, simple. Josh is my neighbor. He's 15, but mum trusts him. He's my favorite babysitter.

Babysitter, huh. I'm no baby! He's actually my friend, and also the only person around here who my mum will have mind me.

I pad upstairs, finding my PJ's – that's pajamas to you thickos that don't know – scrunched up, in a bunch, under my bed, where I'd thrown them this mourning. I can tell mum's not here; these would be washed. dried, ironed and folded in the airing cupboard if she was.

I picked them up feeling the damp patch of urine from my missed spray this morning. Now where did I put the top? Out onto the landing? Into the bathroom? Aha! Spotted them on the floor, under Ragbag, our black and stripped cat. I pulled them from under him and Ragbag got up with an expression of, 'I was moving anyway.' Oh well at least they're warm.

"If you want to get changed down here ya can ya know," called up Josh "I know it's cold."

'Good call,' thought Simon.

Simon stood in front of the open fire, pulling off his bright striped jumper. Josh helped him undo the buckles of his dungarees, which Simon slid off over his feet. He stood in his undies, unsure whether to remove them or not. "You can take those off as well," Josh said, sensing the lad's shyness, "After all, we've both got the same parts."

Simon grinned at this comment. He knew that they we're the same, but he secretly expected Josh's to be longer and hairy. More like the adults he had observed nude at the swimming pool. But he pulled his undies off anyway, standing naked, but trying to cover his bits modestly.

Josh had been doing his school coursework when Sharon, Simon's mum, had called eight hours earlier explaining her mum wasn't well. To the point that she needed to go to be with her. Josh knew that the favor would involve looking after Simon, even before Mrs Leith asked, but was still a little surprised to find out it could be for two weeks. Sure, he'd minded Simon plenty before, but usually only for half an hour here and there… never any longer, and definitely not overnight. He had enjoyed these brief occasions, but was still surprised to find he was trusted so much. After all, Simon's face had appeared in his adolescent masturbation fantasies since meeting Simon while out on his paper route. Josh was sure glad Sharon didn't know this.

Simon had been hiding behind his wheelie bin when Josh shoved the paper through his letter box. The little scamp had jumped out on Josh, hollering in his pipsqueak voice. Josh had immediately been thrown into fight or flight mode, as the adrenaline coursed through his body. Then, spotting the small boy, who was rolling in helpless laughter on the lawn, he calmed down.

That was the introduction.

After that, Simon had said "Hello," everyday when Josh brought the paper. Even purposefully waiting for him, and tagging along while Josh carried on his route, chattering in his kid voice until Simon came to the edge of his play boundary … the place his mum said not to cross without permission.

Simon would say, "See Ya!" and run home, as though his elastic leash had twanged.

These meetings had, over time, got Josh introduced to Simon's mum. "Call me Sharon," she'd said after Simon had nagged her to hurry up at the shops once, because he knew Josh was due at anytime. This had led to Josh always taking a break from his rounds, for a cuppa, and a chat, with both Sharon, and, of course, Simon.

Josh knew he liked boys, with a strong draw to prepubescent boys, from the time he was about eleven. Probably before when playing doctors and patients and rude willy dares, with his school friends.

Basically, kids stuff: I dare you to show your willy in this situation, or wrap it up in cello-tape for thirty minutes or put toothpaste onto the glans; that sort of thing.

But the first time Josh knew, for certain, was when he had taken a coach trip, to the seaside with the local church, as part of a fund raising venture, towards a new roof.

Josh's mum had had to work unexpectedly. So not to spoil the treat for Josh, she asked, Alice, who was a neighbor and close friend, to take Josh, along with her two sons Kevin, age five and Trevor, who was two.

Josh had a smashing, fun-filled day, splashing in the sea, and doing the usual fair rides. He and Kevin built a massive sandcastle using the sand dug from a deep hole. He'd taken loads of photo's on his Polaroid camera, Both boys had marveled how the images magically faded into view, a couple of minutes after the camera ejected the print.

Josh had taken what seemed like photos of everything: the beach, the castle, the fair. He'd also taken two shots of Kevin in his Speedos, which Josh had carefully filed in his bag He was unsure why the photo's, showing Kevin's mini package, in his tight fitting, light blue Speedos seemed so special.

It was on the way home that Alice had asked if Kevin could sit next to him. His younger brother, being tired out after all the fresh air, had fallen asleep across two seats.

Josh had willingly agreed.

Kevin, being a chatty five-year-old had nattered non-stop for about ten minutes, about the day and all the fab things he and Josh had done, before asking to sit on Josh's' knee, as he couldn't see out of the window easily. Josh helped him onto his lap. Giving the child something to see, seemed to quiet him a bit.

Josh smelt the Shampoo in the kid's blond hair, and rested his arms protectively around Kevin. Feeling like a loving older brother, resting his hands in the lads lap. This simple action, combined with Kevin moving himself constantly to get comfy, had given the confused Josh a stiffy. One like he had never had before.

His penis felt itchy, both inside and out, and tingly in a nice way. He had stood Kevin up, by pointing out an AA patrol man working on a broken-down car, and had hastily used the distraction to re-adjust his boyhood in his jeans. He had found all day, whenever Kevin spoke to him or, better, brushed against him, while playing in the sand, that his privates seemed to jump in his swim shorts.

But he still found himself a little worried, as he moved his penis in his jeans, to find a wet spot that felt sticky at the top of his thing. That definitely wasn't urine. Having passed the patrol, Kevin sat back down again, putting an end to Josh's explorations under his waistband, while restarting his boney-bummed, young friend's movement in his lap.

Never had Josh felt a closeness so strong, something so special, but also, so incredibly sexual. He was gently tickling the lads ribs, belly, and upper legs. Did he dare go any further?

His woody, feeling like a 7.5cm [3 inch] metal bolt in his jeans, was definitely persuasive. As the accidentally-on-purpose touch continued, Josh would rub Kevin's belly, and then move his hand down across Kevin's shorts, onto the top of his legs, brushing enroute the small boy package through the fabric of the yellow nylon shorts. Conscious all the time that he was on a full coach, but feeling his heart beat faster, as his palms, sweated more, every time he discerned the small, 3cm [1¼ inch] cocklett beneath.

The coach pulled into a service station.

Alice didn't want too leave Trevor on his own, and didn't need the toilet herself. But she knew that Kevin had drunk a large bottle of coke on the journey and would need a wee. She had seen that her son really liked Josh, had watched them play on the sand together, and felt it was real nice. Kevin made friends with adults very easily, but usually got tongue tied with kids more close to his age.

At school she knew that Kevin was the sitting victim, an easy target for bullies. Try as she might, with meetings at the school and such, she knew the bullying continued.

Which worried her.

She also knew that Josh was still at the same primary school, even if it was only for the next six months. He was due to move up to secondary school. She recognized that if Kevin made a friend of Josh, as he seemed to have done, Josh might look out for her five-year-old and protect him. She tapped Josh's shoulder, as the coach was slowing to a stop.

Josh jumped, guiltily, quickly moving his wandering hands onto the seat. "Josh dear."

Josh sort of relaxed. "If she's calling me dear, she's not yelling at me," he thought. He felt that she could see through the seat, but not just through the seat, but into his mind. Like she could read the excitement there. More than that he suspected that all mums had x-ray eyes. His own mum knew if he had his hand in the biscuit tin, even if she was upstairs!

If she could, he knew he would be really for the high jump now, as she would have seen his boyhood hard for the last hour. He turned to face her pretty, motherly, face.

"Hi," he said, "Sorry. Kevin couldn't see out of the window," Josh mumbled, feeling that he had to excuse her son being on his lap.

"It's fine. I hope he's not wriggling to much; he's got a bony bum," she replied.

Kevin went red. "Mum I haven't."

"Yes you have," She turned back to Josh "Trevor's fast asleep. I don't want too leave him on the bus on his own. Would you mind taking Kevin in with you? He probably will want to stretch his legs."

"And I need a wee too," added Kevin, confirming his mum's suspicions.

She handed Josh a fiver "Get Kevin and yourself some sweets, while you're there," she said. "But no more to drink Kevin, OK!" she ordered. Kevin grinned sheepishly at his mum, but nodded his agreement.

Josh grabbed his rucksack His mum had told him not to lose it. He had not let it out of his sight all day. Leading the way off the bus, he felt grown up being given the task, especially with what his hands had been doing. He knew, on some level that touching a small boy's privates was wrong, yet doing it, felt so right. Mind you, his Mum had told him when he was real small, that he shouldn't let anybody touch him down there. He omitted to tell her that was exactly where a teacher at his school had touched him, on numerous occasions. It hadn't affected or harmed him. 'Huh,' Josh thought.

Once off the coach Kevin slipped his small hand into Josh's, feeling safe in the older boys palm, while watching together for traffic as they crossed the car park.

"You kept touching my willy, didn't you?" Kevin giggled.

Josh felt a jolt. He half thought the child hadn't noticed. Well he kind of hoped the kid hadn't, if he was really honest.

But he had.

Josh was now pondering if it changed anything. Should he lie? He could say, "Just your imagination, you imagined it." Probably the safest option he thought.

On the other hand, would Kev keep quiet? Josh felt his penis stiffen slightly again, just at the mere thought that he could carry on his touching. Maybe Kev didn't mind?

Maybe?

What if he wouldn't mind me going further, letting me touch his boy-dick completely? Not the accidentally-on-purpose touch, but full on touch, skin on skin. What's more, with Kev's full consent!

Josh shuddered at these thoughts. His dick was past the half-erect stage, and was beginning to tent uncomfortably again in his jeans. Josh checked around him. The rest of the coach party we're a little way ahead of them, out of earshot, and had not heard Kevin's giggled comment.

"Did you not like me touching it? Sorry. I won't do it again if you don't want me to."

'There! I was honest,' he thought, while still waiting for a reply from Kev to the hidden question he had just asked. The 'can-I-touch-it-again?' question, giving Kev the choice. If he didn't like it, or was feeling unhappy about it, he'd stop. While at the same time, hoping for a yes.

Which came.

"No I liked it. It tickles a bit, but I like it. I Like playing with my willy," Kev said without embarrassment. "Sometimes it goes, you know," adding, "Like yours was, I felt it under me." He was giggling again, but Josh also noticed that Kev was squeezing his boyhood through his shorts.

Josh was erect. After all, what eleven-year-old boy-lover wouldn't get turned on by a five-year-old talking about his willy? The boy's choice of words and tone was close to sending Josh into boygasm territory.

So he likes it, considered Josh. Half of him thought about not entering the building. Just going down the side, where it looked nice and quiet, pulling the lads shorts down, and having a proper look at the jewels in his undies. Josh dismissed the thought as to risky. He didn't want to be missed and have somebody come looking for him, while he had Kevin's dick in his mouth. That was kind of what he had in mind.

So they made for the Gents as planned. He was surprised to find the Gents fairly quiet, with just one bloke, who was exiting as they went in. He picked an Adult urinal next to a child-height one. Remembering being five himself, standing on tip toe, and pulling his dick up to pee, he didn't want to put Kev through that indignity.

Josh found himself mesmerized as Kevin stood next to him. He watched as Kevin pulled his shorts, and undies down completely, as only little boys do. Looking down, he was amazed to see Kevin's dick as hard as his own.

Kevin was watching Josh as well, as he pulled his fly and there it was: a 9cm [3½ inch] fully-erect. Kevin had rarely seen other boys' dicks, not that he was modest. He was just a little afraid, in case it gave the bullies something else to pick on him for, which he hated.

Josh pulled his foreskin fully back, exposing the purple mushroom. Kev had looked at adults, in urinals while out shopping with his Mum, but didn't like the look of adults' hairy penises. Josh's dick looked more like his own apart from that purple bit at the end.

Josh knew from past experience that it was hopeless to try and pee with his cock stiff. For some reason it was more likely to shower your trousers, trainers, and floor. If you could get started at all. Kevin hadn't had that experience. So he let his urine go, predictably, miss-firing and spraying his undies with the back-spray off the porcelain. Being so desperate for a wee, Kev realized what was happening but was to young to stop his flow. When he had finished he found his undies were wet and his shorts were damp too, but not too bad. Kevin looked down feeling embarrassed and babyish for his accident.

"Don't worry," Josh said, having seen what had happened. He put his dick away and led the boy into a cubicle, shutting and locking the door behind him. He picked Kevin up with some difficulty, and stood him on the toilet seat. "You can't wear your undies like that" Josh intoned to the wet child and started to peal down the boy's shorts and undies, getting him to step out of both, without removing the lads pumps. He hung the garments on a peg from the wall.

Kevin stood straight up. Having let his wee go, his dick was back to its usual wiener state. He pulled his tee shirt up, accurately thinking that Josh wanted to have a proper look at his boyhood. He felt the gravitas of the situation. He was feeling excited, nervous, happy, scared: too many emotions for a boy his age to describe. No one had ever looked at him like Josh was now, especially not the parts usually covered in public.

Josh froze, just looking at the kid's willy. It felt like he stood there, just looking at the boy's package for hours. But, it was mere seconds.

Slowly he reached up and felt the delicate package, treating it like a priceless antique music box his Gran had given him. He started with the boy's nut sack, feeling the small orbs and watching Kevin's face as he rolled the balls between his fingers and thumb, hearing Kev sigh, as his scrotum tightened, then relaxed in his touch.

As the tiny boy's cock began to stiffen again. Josh pulled his dick out. It was stiff, really stiff, but without a single hair growing. It was feeling itchy again. He looked down at his own dick for a second, realizing that its head was covered in the clear goo he had touched on the coach.

On a whim, Josh took Kevin's small hairless dick into his mouth. That's it, Josh thought, closing his eyes. I've found heaven! But he was fully aware with what he was doing he was going to the other place. "Don't be so rude," that was his mum's voice echoing in his head. But like a strong magnet inexplicably drawn to metal, Josh knew he couldn't just stop.

He licked the small prick to erection, tasting the boy's leftover urine. Josh just wanted to rub his dick there and then, but held back. He reached into his backpack, and pulled out his Polaroid. Almost as if he had known before he got off the coach, that this moment would happen.

Kevin pulled his tee shirt off his head, standing nude, apart from his pumps, on the toilet seat.

Josh framed his first picture, cursing all the crap photos he had taken on the trip. He knew the ones taken then and there would be so much better. He also knew, instinctively, that he would never be able to share these with anyone. Three snaps left, he thought. Better make them count.

The first one was easy. Kev in full view stood on the toilet seat, with his arms neatly by his side, his 3.5 cm [1½ inch] erection central frame. Josh leaned back against the door to get in Kev's sweet face, ensuring he got Kevin's deep blue eyes and fair hair in the frame.

'Click, whirr' went the camera, as it printed off the first snap. Josh was glad the cubicle was fully enclosed so he was able to use the flash, but wished the camera wasn't so noisy in printing. He placed the developing print on the cistern.

'Number two,' thought Josh.

He wanted a close up of Kevin's dick, whispering to the lad, that he wanted Kev to retract his foreskin. Kevin shrugged. He didn't understand what Josh wanted him to do. Josh showed Kevin his own, indicating how his skin was already drawn back. Kevin tried to mimic Josh's actions but his skin remained welded forward.

Josh hung his camera around his neck, took hold of Kevin's dick and tried to push it back. "Ow ow wee" Kevin moaned his penis becoming softer with Josh's ministrations. Josh realized that Kevin couldn't pull it back, and that it probably wasn't a good idea to try just there. He took the willy back in his mouth soothing the sore skin and bringing back Kev's erection. Sucking on it hard, he brought the kids dick veins to the surface and made it more maroon in color.

Josh leaned back and focused, 'Click whirr,' went the camera a second time.

'One left,' thought Josh.

He turned Kevin around, placing his hands on the cistern, so Kev was leaning forward with his head resting on the back wall. He lifted the camera again, but then stopped. He wanted to see the kid's hole. Josh leaned forward, and spread the five-year-old cheeks, almost with his nose in the boys crack. In the past he had always found bums and poo to be dirty. It was one thing he wouldn't do while playing rude dares with his friends

But this was different. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked down Kev's crack, the smell of boy, so close, it felt to Josh like he would just explode. Too intense, he thought, leaning back and focusing on the child's posterior. Kev, almost mind reading Josh, sensing what Josh was after, leaned with his full weight on his head, stuck his bum further in the air, and parted his cheeks with his hands, giving Josh a perfect view of his small rosebud.

'Click whirr' went the camera for the third time, dazzling both boys with the glare from the flash.

Josh looked at his watch, realizing they had already been thirteen minutes out of a maximum of twenty five. He dabbed his finger over his moist glands and put the goo to Kev's lips, making a shush sign with it.

Kevin licked his finger.

Josh didn't know why he did this, but the action to both boys felt like they had signed a significant deal. He grabbed the now fully developed prints off the cistern, watching as the last one finished, magically appearing in front of his eyes, showing the kids anus. Without even realizing it was there when he took it, Kevin's ball sack was hanging just underneath it.

He placed the prints in a secrete compartment in his pack and replaced the camera.

Picking up Kevin's clothes, he watched with some sadness as Kev pulled his tee shirt over his head, covering his tin boy nips. Josh felt the kid's undies: they were too wet to put back on.

Josh found an empty bag from his lunch in his rucksack and put the wet undergarments inside the bag, which he then stuffed into his rucksack. He wanted to keep them, but felt Kev's Mum might want them back. He helped the boy on with his shorts, flicking Kev's willy playfully as he covered the naked flesh.

He helped Kevin down and lifted the toilet seat. His own boy hood was now soft enough for him to take a leak. But his balls felt heavy and tense… not painful, just aching, throbbing to his pulse beat… a completely new feeling to Josh. He zipped his jeans and flushed the toilet. Picking up his rucksack he and Kev left for the sweet shop.

Both lads picked a chocolate bar, and some of those sour sweets that seem to make adults pull a funny face if they eat, but kids absolutely love. They headed back to the coach. Josh holding onto his intimate friend as tightly as his other hand was on his backpack. Both at the time seemed like Josh's most prized processions.

Alice greeted the boys back. Was it her, or did the two boys look really relaxed and happy. Must be the fresh air, she presumed. They both looked slightly tanned, too, looking almost like brothers.

Josh sat by the window. Kevin, this time, needed no invite. He plunked himself down on his older friend's lap, spreading his legs wide so he could see Josh' knees in between them.

"You won't tell your mum what we did in there, will ya?" Josh whispered in Kev's ear as the coaches engine started.

"No!" Kev knew instinctively that there were some things that you never share with your mum, no matter what. Like the time he had walked across a railway track. You don't tell as you know it would cause more trouble, and would mean you'd never get to do it again. Josh sensed this thought. After all, he had felt the same when his teacher had played with him, at the same age.

They munched on their sweets as the coach picked up speed. Both boys were watching the drops of rain as they formed little rivulets on the glass. Kev shivered slightly, damp from crossing the car park.

Josh stood them both up and got his parka off the rack. It was a hand-me-down, and was much too big for Josh anyway. But his mum had insisted he brought it. Josh, who normally hated the coat, was, on this occasion, glad for the size of the thing. And he lovingly covered Kev and himself, giving his hands perfect secrecy, to wander over his small friend's legs.

Josh knew Kev could be trusted. He wanted the touch as much as Josh did. Two needs making it OK. "Do ya think we should tell your mum about your little accident?"

Kevin blushed slightly again

"I mean, do you think she might miss your undies. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble," Josh was basically trying to think ahead, just to be on the safe side, and avoid any awkward questions.

"No, it should be OK, I normally change by myself anyway," He took hold of Josh's hand and guided it further up his leg.

Josh didn't need any further invitation. He knew that his mate didn't want talk, just touch. His hand crept up silently, unnoticed, under the safety of the coat, up until he found the hem of the boy's shorts. Further up, his fingers found the tight scrotum, which he traced with the end of his finger across the two egg shaped balls, just bigger than garden peas. He noticed the skin of the boy's scrotum relax more as he gently took the whole purse into his hand, warming the immature testes.

Josh's other hand had gone up the other short leg and found that Kev's willy was iron stiff again. It was sooo ? Josh didn't know the word 'erotic'. Just that his dick was so hard, itching, pulsating. If Josh was older he'd know the word 'aroused'.

Which he was.

But even if he did, it still wouldn't have seemed adequate to describe how he, and more importantly, his cock felt. He'd heard older boys talk about feeling. Boy either it was different when he was touching a little boy… not a girl his own age… or they had well understated the mark!

How do you describe the situation, Josh thought. Here he was, on a packed coach, with a beautiful boy in his lap. The boy's mum sat directly behind him. He and Kev were covered in a coat, with his hands up the lad's shorts. The situation was unbelievably exotic.

Josh had never wanted a journey to last so long. Normally he got bored traveling.

Not this time.

Feeling even more daring, he started to pull the boy's shorts down. Kev had lain back, enjoying Josh's touch on his small hairless, private, boyhood. Feeling Josh trying to pull his shorts down, he said, "OK, but you have to get your willy out too. Fair's fair," Kevin whispered as he pushed up on his hands allowing Josh to lower his shorts to his knees.

Kevin reached behind him struggling to undo Josh's jeans zip. Josh glad to help, as his dick was at a painful angle in his trousers, undid his button and discreetly pulled his dick out through his now undone fly. Positioning it towards his tummy, it fit neatly in between Kev's bum cheeks when he sat down. Flesh safe within flesh.

His hands went back to the boy dick again. Touching it, feeling amazingly how stiff the five-year-old got. Josh moved his other hand down from the sack, to the boys hairless crack. Holding his breath and squeezing his toes in his trainers, his finger located Kev's small hole.

Using his forefinger, he probed the tip in. Gently applying pressure and rotating at the same time, Josh got his fingertip in, just past his nail. Feeling resistance and with Kev becoming tense, he stopped.

"Are you OK, if you want me to stop," He let the sentence hang, Josh didn't understand why, but he wanted to push his finger right in. His breath was shallow; mind you, so was Kev's.

"Just go slow," Kev replied.

Josh pulled his finger up to his face, sniffing the end, savoring the fresh boy smell. He stuck his finger in his mouth, wetting it, giving it some lubrication. He returned it to the hole. "Just take a deep breath, and hold it," The exact same words his teacher had told him in the same whisper. "OK Kev, just relax," his finger, penetrated, back to the depth it had been.

"And another deep breath in,"

Kev swallowed a lungful of air, almost the sensation of drowning, aware that Josh was holding his breath too. He felt the digit penetrating deeper into him. Josh felt the tight ring stretch slightly against his touch, listening real close to Kevin, not wanting to cause him any pain, just feeling oneness with the small boy.

"Slowly breath out," he almost sang a lullaby in the lad's ear, as the small boy let his breath, out real slow, both boys mimicking each others breathing. Josh felt his finger knuckle deep, his other hand on the tiny pecker, which had lost some of it's stiffness. His dick was upright wishing it was performing the ritual instead of the finger, but feeling part of it, almost the complete driving force behind it.

"Are you OK Kev? Just one more breath; it's nearly all in you," he singsonged in his ear. The last lungful of air in, felt like it was sucking his finger in with it. He rotated his finger a little more, then pushed deep, sending his finger completely up the lads ass, hearing the breath explode out of the lads lungs.

Josh let his own breath go, his surroundings coming back to him. He checked around; after all, that last breath had been loud.

The coach was the same, everybody still chatting, not paying any notice to the two small boys, discovering each other, under a coat.

Josh looked at Kevin. He seemed to be sweating slightly but was smiling at him. God he just wanted to kiss him. On the lips with tongues, like they do in films. Instead he just pecked his cheek. "I love you," Josh hadn't said these words for years, since his Dad had died when he was five. But, for the first time, he sincerely meant them.

"I love you too," Kev replied "Is your finger right up my bum?"

"Yeah," Josh grinned, while rotating his finger, bending it, feeling around the boy's guts. First directing it towards the lads spine, then feeling round until it was pointing inside of him, in the same direction as his weenie, pushing deep, trying to feel as far as he could. Josh found with the very tip of his finger, a small, tiny ball, like a little pea. If he pushed against it, Kev would let out a small gasp and his dick would fill slightly with boy blood. Like somebody inflating and then deflating a small balloon.

Josh held his finger on the pea and jerked the five-year-old dick, rubbing the little shaft till it was fully hard. He kept rubbing, feeling that this was just the thing to do. The small boy let out another gasp, his penis exploding in a dry cum, clenching his sphincter hard around his older friend's finger.

Josh felt his friend relax, felt the willy softening in his fingers, heard Kev's whispered "Wow!"

He didn't remove his finger. Josh had part shared the orgasm. With his finger still in Kev he felt the boy's pulse rate slowing. He was not surprised, when he looked, to find Kev had drifted off to sleep. Josh felt knackered as well. All the fresh air and the boy sex. His hand still on his special friend's dick, and his other hand still knuckle deep up the lads poo shoot, Josh drifted off too

He awoke to the sound of people moving. The coach had stopped; they were home. Josh pulled his now numb finger out his mate's bum, gently waking Kev at the same time. He carefully pulled up the lads shorts and carefully stood up to refasten his own trousers.

"You two looked so comfy! I'm glad you're awake, though, sleepy heads" That was Alice as she was carrying a sleeping Trevor off the coach.

Kevin gave Josh a big hug. "Thanks! I've really had a nice day,"

"Me too," Josh replied in a squeezing hug, lifting the five-year-old a little way off the ground. "Enjoy your holiday. I'll see you when you get back, Kay?"

Josh was back home eating his tea, fending off the questions from his mum. "Have you had a nice day? You look sun-burnt; did you put enough sunscreen on? I hope you behaved yourself. I'm not going to get any bad reports from Alice, am I? "

'Mum's, do go on sometimes,' Josh thought. How could he say, he had had the most amazing day of his eleven-year life. He could hardly say "Well I loved the seaside, ate some candy floss and went on some super cool rides. Not to mention the huge sandcastle I helped build. Oh, and on the way home, I played with Kevin's penis and bum for around three hours. We were playing a rude game on the coach, all the way home. That's not even close to the photo's I took of Kevin, in the services toilet cubicle, that are now hidden upstairs." On the whole he decided his mum was only interested in the day, not the traveling, so that's what he told her about.

Throughout eating his tea and talking to his mum. Josh just wanted to go to his room, his own sanctuary. He had loads to think about. Thankful that it was late and past his bedtime already, Josh gave a fake, but convincing yawn. "I'm off to bed Mum" he uttered "Night now,"

"Nighty night Joshua," His mum was the only person who used his full name "Sleep tight,"

"Yeah and watch the bedbugs don't bite," they chorused the last part together, the usual bedtime routine. His Mum gave Josh a big hug, reminding him to clean his teeth before getting into bed.

Josh lay on his back in bed, waiting for his Mum to go and have a coffee with their next door neighbor, another nightly event. It seemed ages before he heard the door click shut. He'd already stripped down to his boxers, in which his dick had been like a proud fortress, creating a tepee with the fabric.

He slowly lowered the red checked cotton, revealing his stiff, 7.5cm [3 inch], fully-engorged, boyhood. Leaving his boxers around his knee's, Josh looked at his own throbbing member. Sure he'd had stiffies before, sometimes several in a day, but never had his boy cock felt as stiff, or stayed, as erect, for so long, as it had done for large parts of this day.

He opened his rucksack, taking out the prints of the nude, young Kevin. Even though he had thought about them nonstop for the last five hours since he took them, he had forgotten how good they were. How sexy Kevin looked in them.

He got the blue tack out of his cupboard, and pinned the three photos to the side of his bedside cabinet. He got out a small elastic band and threaded his dick through it till he reached his scrotum. Then, with a little more pressure, pulled his left nut through the band, following it gently with the right one. He then he put one turn in the band, threading the shaft through it for a second time, creating a figure-eight with his balls encased in between the two loops This had come from playing rude dares.

Josh found he liked the way the elastic would make all the veins stick out on his dick. He also like the way the elastic would pull his foreskin back over the purple helmet, making wanking feel totally different. He would pull the skin up and then let the band retract it again.

His dick had a thin covering of the slime on it, his balls felt heavy, and he felt his orbs in his hand. They definitely seemed bigger than he remembered them being, shuddering with the touch of his own hand.

He reached in the rucksack and pulled out the tied poly bag, which he ripped open like he would a Christmas present. Catching the fresh sent of young boy urine, the 'Kevin smell' his brain suggested. Mmmmm! The 'Kevin smell' thought his nose.

He placed the damp underwear on his nose and inhaled deeply. If Josh had ever smelt poppers he would describe the head-rush as similar to that, but would have still opted for the undies any day.

Hand on cock, roll the skin forward, feel the band snap the glans taught. Josh did this movement slowly inhaling deeply of Kevin's undies and looking to his left at the photos of the naked Kevin in the three different poses. He remembered the tightness of Kevin's warm hole as his finger, penetrated him and moved in the kid's backsides and thinking how he had touched that spot that sent Kevin over the edge.

Foreskin forward, elastic, bulbous end. Kev on the sand.

Skin forward, band retract, shiny throbbing silky member.

Josh did this movement one last time, this time pulling all the skin back over the head leaving no slack pulling his perineum tight He closed his eyes, still able to see Kev holding his breath by allowing the musky boy smell deep into his sensory system, trapping it in his lungs.

Curling his toes up and tensing every muscle in his body, he convulsed into boy orgasm, seeing fireworks like pretty stars that you normally only get when you bang your head. Every part of his young body focused completely on his spasming boyhood.

These feelings went on for over a minute.

Josh slowly came back into himself and looked down. He usually dry orgasmed, but not today. Today there was a small teaspoon amount of clear fluid in between his boy nipples and another smaller spot of the same stuff a little above his navel.

'I've cum,' thought Josh, 'I'm on the way to adulthood.'

He tasted his own boy juice, not thick and white like his teacher's was, more akin to hair gel in substance, but it tasted the same as he remembered it. He gently removed the band and carefully re-hid the undies and photos, looking at Kev in the nude one last time and smiling to himself. Kev really is one cute boy.

He was tired It had been a long day. So much had happened.

The day Josh, at eleven, found his boy-love side.

The End