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SMOOTH AS SILK 5
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 eyed up the approaching boy, deliberately making no attempt to conceal his interest in the contents of the boy”s underwear.
Normally David kept his liking for young adolescent boys well-concealed for obvious safety reasons, and apart from anything else, at fifty-eight he knew he was well past being any young adolescent boy”s dream of the ideal seducer, unless a boy should happen to be one of the few whose wank thoughts centred on men of a mature age, and they weren”t found around all that often. For this one, though, David allowed his appreciation of the boy”s trim and slender adolescent body to show clearly, not because he believed the boy to be one who lusted to be seen to by a much older man, but because he intended to do his level best to seduce the boy and wanted the boy to know that.
Under normal circumstances that could be a dangerous thing to do; the boy could shout `PERVERT” and the men in blue would arrive to arrest him, but that, he knew, was not going to happen with this boy.
The boy may tell his mother that the man who she had as her Stage Manager for her pathetic `Community Play” was a pervert and always trying to see through his jeans and underwear and his mother wouldn”t give a shit. She needed David if her dream of fame were to have any chance of success and the possible loss of her fourteen-year-old son”s virginity was totally and utterly irrelevant.
She was an utter bitch, a narcissistic bitch, and David hated her.
After more than thirty years of keeping well away from anything the least bit theatrical, David had succumbed to a whim when the local Council announced they were going to stage a Community Play in the Park, and offered his services as Stage Manager, something he had once known how to do. Boys were becoming harder and harder to come by, and there was a good chance of there being several teenage boys involved in the enterprise and some might be worth looking at if nothing else.
The first meeting with the bitch who”d been appointed as Director had told him he”d made a mistake, and if it hadn”t been for the boys, he”d have done one there and then. Then he”d set eyes on this one, the bitch”s son, a delicious item with long legs and curly black hair.
He alone was worth hanging around just to look at, but after having endured a few insults from the bitch, David decided to attempt to seek revenge, and what better revenge could he seek than getting the bitch”s son into bed? Especially when that son had lovely long legs and curly black hair, was only just fourteen and could best be described as cock-hardeningly delicious. David would have wanted to seduce him even if he wasn”t the bitch”s son, but he was, so every effort had to be made to get him into bed. Honour demanded it.
Mikel had been carted around the lower reaches of the theatrical business for as long as he could remember, and one thing he”d learned beyond any shadow of doubt was that the reputation of that business for having a well-stocked complement of boy-chasing men was thoroughly deserved.
Men had been giving him `I want to get your knickers off” looks since he was about ten, looks that at fourteen he had no problem in recognising for what they were. No problem either in deciding who”s looks to notice and who”s to ignore.
With no known father and a narcissist for a mother, Mikel had been deprived of affection and attention throughout his childhood, and by the time he was ten, Mikel had come to realise that there were men who would give him affection and attention in return for a go at his young body. There may well have been some women as well, but his mother was a woman, his mother was an uncaring bitch and so all women were, in Mikel”s young mind, cast in the same mold.
The men who looked at him in a particular way were nice to him; they were affectionate, they cuddled him and said nice things to him, and what did it matter if they wanted to get his clothes off when they cuddled him? They could, and did, cuddle him properly if he didn”t have any clothes on, and it felt extra nice and friendly when they played with his little thingy, and the more he let them play with it, the nicer they became.
They became even nicer still when he played with theirs as well, and before he was eleven, Mikel had developed a real liking for man cock, knew how to hold it and even knew how to suck it, and giggled gleefully when he made the white stuff shoot out for them.
Some men, he found, were nicer than others, and Mikel rapidly learned to avoid the ones who weren”t interested in liking him and only wanted to like his body, and though he did enjoy having his young body liked, Mikel much preferred the men who were nice to him even when he had his clothes on, though, of course, those men wanted to get his clothes off as well, and, naturally, Mikel always allowed that to happen.
Mikel had just turned eleven, puberty beginning to make its first stalking approaches and a few hormones starting to aimlessly stir, when he met a really nice man, an actor in one of his mother”s surprisingly less of a failure than most of her efforts, a man who was so nice to him that it took two whole weeks before he asked Mikel to take his clothes off.
From that really specially nice man Mikel learned that boys have a back as well as a front, and that the mouth is not the only place in a boy that men want to put their cocks in. Mikel also learned that he was one of those really fortunate boys who have an elastic arse and it hardly hurt at all when he discarded his virginity, but the kindly actor told him that not all men were as careful as he was when they fucked a boy, and that he must always be careful about who he allowed in there.
Puberty came, adolescence dawned and Mikel knew exactly what sex was all about and the type of man he was up for having sex with. There were plenty to choose from – Mikel was more than ordinary boy good-looking and attracted lots of `I want to get your knickers off” looks, but he was now only interested in the `You”re a nice boy. I”d like to get to know you before getting your knickers off” looks.
The man he was now walking towards had given him a variety of looks, some more easy to interpret than others.
The first had been when he saw the man for the first time, when he was with his bitch mother and the man, David, he been wondering if he would take on ankara yeni escort the job of being unpaid Stage Manager or not. That first look had been an `Oh, there”s a boy” look that had, milliseconds later become a `You are one tasty item!” look that had been replaced by a look of pure sympathy when his bitch mother had introduced him as “That”s Mikel. He”s fourteen and nothing but a pain in the arse, but you may find some use for him, running errands or something.”
Mikel quite liked `You”re a tasty item” looks, but he very much liked the sympathy look that followed it, and when that was followed by an `I”m only going to do this thing because you”ll be around” look, Mikel was fairly sure he”d agree to being seduced if asked.
The guy wasn”t young, but Mikel had been seduced by older ones and wasn”t the least bit bothered by age; being liked was what counted, and if he was liked, then of course he”d be willing for his cock to be liked as well.
The first few days David had been nothing except friendly, and that confused Mikel a bit. Could he have misjudged those early looks? The ones that said `You”re tasty”, and the `I”m only doing this because you”re here” one?
Those looks had seemed to indicate that David was into boys, but he”d done nothing to follow that up.
Till now.
Even from thirty yards away Mikel could tell that David”s eyes were fastened where they ought to be fastened, and he felt a surge of hopeful excitement.
“”I”d make a play for you even if you weren”t that cow”s son,” David was thinking as the boy came closer, never for an instant taking his eyes off the boy”s jeans where the zip of those jeans was. `Whatever it is you”ve got in there is bound to be absolutely delicious”, was a thought he made no attempt to conceal.
Let the boy know I fancy his cock and see how he reacts, was David”s plan. If Mikel showed distaste or disgust, David would simply walk out of the whole thing; if he didn”t show either of those, then David would try to seduce him.
`Hi Mikel,” David said, switching his gaze from the boy”s crotch to his face at the last possible moment, “Another order from She who Must Be Obeyed?”
“Not this time,” the boy grinned, well-aware how intently his denim covered importance had been observed, “Just wanted to escape the Imperial presence for a bit. Go somewhere I might be more welcome.”
“Always welcome,” David smiled in return, noting the lack of adverse reaction to his blatant boy jeans inspection, “I should think anywhere is an improvement on the company of your witch mother.”
“Really don”t like her, do you?” Mikel sniggered, “Don”t know why you don”t just piss off. Not as though you”re getting paid, is it.”
“Would having an attractive boy around count as a good reason?” David stated his seduction intentions.
“Is there one?” Mikel made it clear he might be available for seduction.
“One standing right beside me.”
“He attractive enough to keep you here?”
“I think so.”
“What makes you think he”s attractive?”
“He”s good-looking, got a nice sense of humour and has just about the same opinion of his mother that I have.”
“You like him?”
“Do, actually. Feel a bit sorry for him as well. Can”t be a bundle of laughs for him having a witch for a mother.”
“Does have its advantages,” Mikel made his offer of cock, “She don”t give a smelly turd what I do as long as I”m out of the way.”
“Wouldn”t notice if you weren”t here then?”
“Wouldn”t care if she did notice.”
“Fancy going somewhere else, then?”
“Yes.”
“Fish and chips at my place?”
“Just fish and chips?”
“What else you want?”
“More like what else you want. Saw where you were staring when I came over.”
“You were meant to.”
“Hoped I was,” Mikel grinned.
“Has to be your choice.”
“Better go, then, hadn”t we? Get fish and chips on the way.”
“You really like me? Not just after me cock?” Mikel asked as they ate fish and chips in David”s kitchen from the newspaper they”d been wrapped in at the chippy.
“Your cock did spring to my mind the first time I saw you,” David cheerfully confessed, “Thought a tasty boy like you must have a nice one.”
“Taken you long enough to get round to doing something about it,” Mikel stated, “Was starting to think you weren”t into boys.”
“Oh, no,” David corrected him, “Very much into boys. Especially attractive boys of only just fourteen.”
“Don”t know about the attractive bit, but I”m fourteen and two months.”
“Perfect age,” David smiled and imitated sucking off a chip, “And, believe me, you are very attractive.”
“Only saying that cos you want to do that to me cock,” Mikel sniggered.
“No. Saying it because it”s true.”
“Why ain”t you done nothing about it till now, then?”
“Because you”ve been lumbered with being my gofer, and things would be very awkward if I made a move for your cock and you didn”t want your cock moved on by a man getting on for sixty.”
“Makes sense,” Mikel agreed, “So what made you change your mind?”
“Inquisitive little sod, aren”t you?” David grinned over another chip.
“My cock we”re talking about, ain”t It? Got a right to be inquisitive.”
“Indeed you do. Might not want to let me have it if I tell you the truth, though.”
“Won”t if you don”t.”
“I can”t stand your mother. She”s an utter bitch, a total narcissistic bitch, always putting everyone down. You can”t tell a narcissist they”re wrong, that only makes them worse, and I had this thought that taking her very attractive boy to bed would be the perfect way to get back at her. But I couldn”t do that unless the boy wanted to be taken to bed, because I couldn”t bring myself to have a boy who didn”t want to give. So that”s why I made it plain today that I fancied your cock. See what you thought about it.”
“Wow!” Mikel breathed, “That is soooo evil! `Know that guy who”s your Stage Manager, Mum, the one you keep calling a useless lump of shit? Well, I”m going to bed with him!” That is sooooo wicked.”
“Something like that,” David grinned.
“Okay,” Mikel took a deep breath, “I don”t mind being a one-off or occasional suck, but I”m not a one-off or occasional fuck. Okay?”
“Don”t want you for a one-off, or even for an occasional. Boyfriend for your summer holidays at least.”
“Proper boyfriend?”
“Holding hands and smiling at each other all the time boyfriend.”
“And cock?”
“As much or as little as you want to give. Seeing you look happy is far more important than giving you orgasms.”
“Being given nice orgasms will make me very happy.”
“And giving you them will make me happy as well.”
“What about fucking me?”
“If and when you want it.”
“Not a virgin.”
“So?”
“So know what me bum”s for as well as me cock.”
“Boys can have a lot of fun with their bums without having cocks put in them.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“You happy with that?”
“Yeah. Let you fuck me if we”re proper boyfriends.”
“Have to find out if we want to be, first. Big age difference.”
“Don”t give a shit.”
Mikel stood, hands by his sides, presenting himself for David”s yenimahalle escort inspection. Teenage clothes were spread around the floor where Mikel had tossed them when he stripped; he”d known since he was ten that men who were nice to him liked him best when he was naked, and in Mikel”s mind that was a fair exchange. Men were affectionate to a boy because they wanted to get at his cock and arse, that was the way life was. Mikel was a boy, he had a cock and an arse and he craved affection; it wasn”t rocket science.
David openly admired the young adolescent glory before him; all fit, trim young adolescent boys are beautiful to look at, Mikel just happened to be more beautiful than most. Tall for his fourteen years and two months, slender but in no way skinny, his narrow waist accentuating the V to his groin, and that groin sprouting some five inches of slim-line hard young teen boy cock, a cock wonderfully tipped, even as hard as it was, with a delightful bud of wrinkled foreskin, with only a small triangle of black hairs above it.
“Five and a quarter,” Mikel announced. “Skin”s a bit tight so don”t pull it back too hard.”
“Won”t,” David smiled. “Beautiful cock. Just as I like them best. Love it when they stay covered while they”re being used.”
It had been the most unusual seduction ever, David thought as he drank in the boy”s beauty; more of a negotiation than a seduction, really.
Mikel needed affection; he”d never actually said that in words, but it had been the sub-text throughout. Nothing unusual in that, a good many of the boys David had enjoyed had been available for seduction because they were in need of affection. David had provided the affection and they had provided their cocks. Mikel was different in that he”d done it knowingly: `You can have my cock if you”re nice to me,” while for most boys it had been, `You”re nice to me, I”ll let you have my cock if you want.”
Mikel had practically laid out his terms; `the more you like me the more of me you can have.” On the surface it may have seemed like a commercial transaction, but David knew enough about young adolescent boys to know better than that. Mikel was willing to give everything he”d got to a man who really liked him, but he didn”t want pretend liking.
“Expect you want to see what you”re getting,” Mikel had said when fish and chips had been eaten, “Can”t see a lot through me jeans, can you.”
“Course I do,” David had correctly replied, “But I”m happy if you want to keep on just letting me imagine till you”re really sure. Just having you around is more than nice.”
“Wouldn”t want you imagining the wrong things,” Mikel grinned, “Sit down and I”ll show you. Just looking, mind. No touching till I say you can.”
“Deal.”
So David sat in his sofa and Mikel stripped for him; not a sexy strip tease, just a young teenage boy getting out of his clothes, leaving his shirt till last deliberately so David could get a good look at his cock without being bothered about Mikel watching him look.
“Like it?” Mikel asked when he tossed his shirt away and searched David”s eyes for his reaction to the boy nakedness before him.
“Beautiful,” David”s mouth said and his eyes said the same.
Mikel detailed the size and the tightness of his foreskin and when David said that he had a cock exactly how he liked boycock to be, Mikel smiled, sat beside David on the sofa and simply said, “Make me happy then.”
David knew what he had to do; he had to give the boy a wonderful orgasm because he wanted the boy to have a wonderful orgasm. Not just any old orgasm, not an orgasm because David liked giving boys orgasms, but a special orgasm for a special boy.
David obliged.
It wasn”t difficult.
Mikel had a wonderful young adolescent teen boy body and a young adolescent teen boy cock that, in itself was beauty irresistible, and even more so because it belonged to a boy who David, even after such a short time of intimacy, felt affection for, and who, he understood perfectly, needed to feel that his cock was being sucked with affection and not simply with lust.
David did his very best, and his best was very good indeed, the best suck Mikel had ever had, and he”d had his cock sucked many times since he was ten.
David made him last, not by cruelly edging him but simply by enjoying his young cock to the full; never bringing the boy close before leaving his cock and going for his balls or his thighs and then returning to cock again so it never felt neglected.
He held its hot, throbbing hardness in his hand, cupping and fondling balls, when he kissed other bits of boy, and there are a lot of places to kiss and lick on the front of a boy, and every one of then provides a boy with special, individual, feelings of pleasure and created in Mikel”s mind the thought that he must be really special, really liked, by the man because he was licking and kissing him in those places; that the man didn”t just want his cock, he wanted all of him and he must like him a lot if he wanted all of him.
“You do that to all your boys?” Mikel asked when his spunk had been eaten.
“Only the special ones,” David held the boy close, knowing how much he needed to be special.
“I”m special, then?”
“Very.”
“Special enough to want to have as a boyfriend?”
“Special enough to want to have as a boyfriend even if he kept his clothes on all the time.”
That was far more special than Mikel had been to any of the other men he”d let get at his cock. And his arse.
“Won”t do that,” he promised.
“Hope not. But still like you if you do.”
“Won”t.” Mikel reaffirmed. “Wouldn”t be fair. And anyway, I like you looking at me naked.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Cos you like what you”re looking at.”
“Like the boy as well as his body.”
“Means he likes you liking his body then, don”t it.”
“Does it?”
“Yeah. Want to be liked.”
“I know. And you are.”
“Like being liked.”
“And being liked is something you”re a bit short of, isn”t it.”
“Fucking is!”
“Not now, it isn”t.”
“You mean that? Really don”t just want me for me cock and me arse?”
“Told you. Like you even if you kept your clothes on.”
“Told you, ain”t gonna do that.”
“And I told you it won”t matter if you do. So, yes, I like your cock, I want your cock, but I like it and want it most because I like the boy whose cock it is.”
“Can have it then, can”t you. Much of it as you want.”
“A lot, perhaps, but not as much as I want. You will have to go home, at nights at least.”
“Why? She won”t care if I don”t. Anyway, I”d rather be with you.”
“And I”d love you to be with me. Especially at nights.”
“So you can fuck me.”
“So I can be beside a lovely boy who needs someone to care for him.”
“Do you? Will you? Care for me?”
“Guess.” David cuddled the boy, holding him tight.
“You can fuck me then,” Mikel said. “I”ve been fucked before. Quite a lot of times. I like it.”
“But only if it”s with someone who likes you.”
“Yes. I”m not a slut.”
“No. I know you aren”t.”
“Am I alright for you?” Mikel asked, “Am I like you like boys to be?”
“Only one yozgat escort thing I”d change,” David smiled, more at himself than at Mikel.
“What?”
“I”d have you all smooth if I had the choice.”
“So I looked younger? I know some men like their boys to be young. I was ten the first time.”
“I don”t. I like boys to be able to spunk. But smooth is much more sexy. More bits to taste.”
“Okay. You can shave me then.”
“You wouldn”t mind?”
“Not if it means you”ll enjoy me more. I want you to enjoy me. Properly.”
David stroked the boy”s thigh, enjoying the feel of young teenage flesh and Mikel purred softly as he was stroked.
“And the more I enjoy you, the more you hope I”ll like you,” David said quietly.
Mikel did not deny it.
“I would like to have you as my boyfriend, Mikel, but your cock won”t make me fall in love with you. `In cock” with you, yes, but not in love. You”ve got a lovely body, a gorgeous cock and your spunk is delicious and I do want as much of you as I can get. And I will do my very best to make sure you enjoy every naked second with me and try to make you happy in the non-naked ones as well. But that”s all I can promise.”
“For the whole summer holiday?” Mikel whispered.
“Till you find someone you like better.”
There were just a few signs of hair starting to show on Mikel”s thighs, nowhere near enough to spoil David”s enjoyment of them, but as the boy was offering himself completely, David decided he may just as well smooth Mikel properly and increase his own delight in the boy”s young adolescent flesh.
“You ever been in love with a boy?” Mikel asked. “You had boys before, haven”t you?”
“Lots,” David told the truth, “And been very fond of a few. But I”ll be honest, and admit that even the ones I was really fond of, it all began with their cocks.”
“You got my cock.”
“I have. And I already like the boy it belongs to.”
“Tell me about the others. The ones you were really fond of.” Mikel had allowed a number of men to like him for his body, wallowed in the temporary affection they had shown him while they were able to get at his cock, and sometimes at his arse as well if it seemed that they liked him enough, but Mikel wasn”t stupid, he knew that men who liked boys liked boys” cocks and arses and didn”t actually have to like the boy himself. For them it was just sex, nothing more.
At fourteen, Mikel knew what sex was – he”d been introduced to it when he was ten after all – and he knew he liked sex, so letting a man have sex with him in return for a week or two of some affection was fine by him, but David seemed to be different from other men. David said he wanted to hold hands and exchange smiles even when they were dressed and not alone together, and that must mean that David liked him for more than just his cock and his arse. Which, of course, meant David could have as much cock and arse as he wanted.
Sex and affection were synonyms in Mikel”s mind.
But being actually liked? Liked because he was who he was and not just because he let his cock get used? That was something different, something that deep down he longed for, and he wanted to hear about those other boys, the ones David said he had been really fond of.
There was something different about David, something Mikel hadn”t experienced before. He was naked and cuddled into David, who was stroking his legs and gently playing with his balls and now soft cock; soft because David had sucked it off, sucked it off in a fantastic way, but David was still fully dressed and hadn”t even hinted that he wanted his own cock seen to. Mikel had never come across a man like that before.
David told Mikel about boys past, told him especially about Craig and Shawn; told him how it had begun with cock and grown into much more than cock; told him about how Craig had been his boyfriend for two whole years and how he”d lived with Shawn from when he was nine until he was seventeen, and Mikel longed to have a man he could live with and be used for sex by, until he was seventeen.
“Did you shave them?” he asked, “Make them smooth?”
“Craig came ready-smooth, and Shawn, at nine, didn”t have a hair on him, of course. He didn”t when he left, either.”
Mikel nodded; being smooth was obviously important.
“Said you can shave me,” he pointed out.
“Promise you”ll enjoy things more if you are smooth.”
“Want to be sexy for you.”
“Already are.”
“Not properly, though. You want me smooth.”
“Smooth as silk all over,” David grinned.
“Everywhere?”
“Absolutely everywhere.”
“Like Shawn was for you? And you”ll like me more if I am?”
“Like your body more.”
“Same thing.”
“Not quite. But, as I said, it all starts with cock.”
“I know.” Mikel wondered if he should say what he was thinking; David was nice and he didn”t want to frighten him off by asking for more than was going. “Probably think I”m being silly, but I”d like it to be more than cock. Don”t matter if it isn”t,” he hastened to add, “It can be just cock if you want.”
“Not being silly,” David gave Mikel an extra hug, “Cock is fun, but cock with someone you like and who likes you is far better fun.”
“Will you hold my hand and smile at me when we next see my bitch mother?”
“Yes.”
“Better get me smooth all over then,” Mikel sighed in contentment.
Mikel had been gorgeous before he was smoothed, but now, now he was smooth as silk all over, he was a gift from the Gods, from those ancient Gods who created boys for the pleasure of men and didn”t hesitate to enjoy for themselves what they had created.
David had intended to seduce Mikel as a way of getting at his witch of a mother and now he had in his bed a smooth as silk boy who was as eager to be used as David was to use him, and no man can ask for more than that.
The only true, infallible way to a man”s heart is through the body of a young teenage boy, a body perfect in its early adolescence, a body that is designed to run and jump and have sex, a body that is filled to overflowing with hormones that need release and can only be truly released by a man, a man who provides a boy with care and attention and the security of affection.
Mikel and David had gone to David”s for a fish and chip lunch early on an August afternoon. It was dark now, and they were still at David”s, in David”s bed where they had been since Mikel had been smoothed.
They had kissed and cuddled, sucked and eaten each other”s spunk – Mikel”s had been eaten several times, and while his balls had filled again his arse had been licked and eaten out, much to his unbelieving delight. He”d had cock in his are several times, but never had a tongue up there before. Tongue didn”t go in as deep as cock did, but there was definitely something extra special about tongue. A man had to really like a boy if he wanted to poke his tongue in the boy”s arse and eat him out, Mikel thought.
“Said you”d like being smooth,” David smiled gently at the contented boy.
“Do,” Mikel smiled back, “Feels super sexy. You”ll have to shave me every day.”
“Pubes probably every other day, legs perhaps once a week should be enough.”
“Till I”m older.”
“Yes. Need to do mine almost every day.”
“First time I”ve been to bed with a man who isn”t hairy.”
“Like it?”
“Love it! See why you want your boys smooth.”
“Smooth as silk,” David grinned.
“Yeah. Smooth as silk,” Mikel agreed.