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An Early Interview Ð Hoad and Alex
Tell me about the first time.
I don't want to talk about that yet. Can I tell you about the special one?
Yes.
He was my maths teacher in Yr 10, Don Logan. I was 14. He coached the swim team and was about 35; fit, good looking, very macho, confident and cool. I knew he was married with a couple of kids. It was a Catholic boys' school Ð strict and homophobic. I had had much more sexual experience than the other boys in the class. They used to boast about feeling some girl's tits. Big deal! I knew I was different from them. I wanted all kinds of sex, and I generally took what I wanted. I kept all that to myself though Ð it doesn't pay to be too different in a boy's school. I flew under the radar!
I had found it easy to pick up older women for casual sex. On the beach or even in a shopping centre, I would see an attractive woman on her own and challenge myself Ð is she up for it? I found I could just walk up to them, smile, and say "You're so hot. Do you want to fuck?" Only occasionally would she say "No!" straight out. Mostly they were flattered. I loved it when they would say "But aren't you a bit young for this?" I would just come back all dirty mouthed - "Yeah, but I'm a horny young fuck Ð probably the best you'll have. I've got a big dick and I know how to use it. I bet your cunt's wet already just thinking about it. You want it or not?" The arrogance was a terrific turn on for her. Game on!
The sex was always fast and basic. If she couldn't take me home we would fuck in her car or a toilet. I learned to be demanding. If she was at all stuck up or modest I'd treat her like a cunt. I wouldn't lick her but expected her to suck me off. I made her feel like I was doing her a real big favour. The older ones were more appreciative and generous too. Once I'd cum I didn't hang around for any messy conversation. Too bad if she hadn't cum herself. I didn't care. I didn't want to know her name or for her to know mine. It was just sex. I didn't use a condom Ð ever. She wants to fuck, she takes the risks.
I had sex with men too but I had to be more careful with them. I couldn't risk pissing them off and getting bashed, and I didn't want to be fucked. There was a public toilet on the beach near my home where there were always men looking out for a boy to suck off. I did that plenty of times but there wasn't much challenge in it. The desperate old buggers couldn't believe their luck when I pulled out my dick for them. No conversation but I found I could humiliate them too for added fun. "Take your teeth out Grandad and suck that!"
There was a park near our house where lots of families came to play with their kids. I liked to watch the young fathers pushing their kids in prams, giving the mothers a break. I noticed that some of them would watch me closely and on quiet days I could sit on the seats beside the walking track and pull my cock out, play with it. Inevitably some of the young men would stop to watch me. You could see the confusion written on their faces Ð keen to accept my invitation but struggling with guilt. I loved that. I loved getting them hot and willing. Finally I'd say "You want me to suck you off?" A nod of the head was enough and I'd take them there in the park, sometimes using the pram as a screen as the only privacy. I knew how to suck too Ð how to take the whole cock into my throat, how to build the intensity. I'd always finish the action by stroking the cock to climax into my mouth and gobble down the hot cum. After a couple of freebies I told them it would cost $20 a blow job. A few of them became regular customers and I was making at least $100 a week. Some wanted to fuck me, others wanted to suck me off, but I didn't share my arse with anyone. Anytime I wanted to be sucked off I could get a quick mouth. Easy as.
You know what amazed me? These men and women had such boring sex lives and were so ready to fuck with me Ð a 14 year old kid Ð when I pulled out my cock. I just smiled and talked dirty. They gave in to me. Gave me whatever I wanted. Any one of them was prepared to break the law and risk going to gaol. Forget the rules Ð a hot cock makes the rules!
Hoad smiled at the boy's wisdom. He realized that his selection process had delivered him the boy he wanted for the experiment.
Tell me about the teacher.
Yes, you see I had all this experience when I met him. I was used to getting what I wanted by asking confidently for it. Or just taking it. This teacher, Logan, was just like the fathers in the park. He was hot. I wanted him, and I knew he was turned on by me. He watched me. In class I would spread my legs and grope my crotch, take my cock out under the desk and jack off. I'd push my tongue around my lips. Pretty gross really but he didn't look away. I reckon he was hard whenever I looked at him. This went on for a few weeks Ð I was a real fuckin prick tease.
In the end it was quick and easy. I was on the swim team and one afternoon after training I waited behind to talk to him after the others had left. It wasn't the clichŽ of the changing rooms, just the hall outside the entrance to the pool. I stood there beside him.
I just said to him quietly "I notice you looking at me. Do you like what you see? Do you want what you see?" He looked at m e nervously. He had these blue track pants on and I could see his hard cock tenting his pants. He said nothing. I reached down and took the cock in my hand Ð one squeeze, one tug, and he came in his pants! I held his cock and stared boldly into his eyes as his climax passed. As I walked away I looked over my shoulder and said "Be here tomorrow afternoon, same time. I might want to fuck you".
Taking it up a notch.
Don Logan didn't show up, not the next day or for days after. I waited and waited for him but he ignored me, in class, at swimming training, all over. I was confused but I was hurt too. Was he fucking with me or was he just scared of getting involved with a kid? The more he ignored me, the more I wanted him.
Alex had confided to Hoad his encounter with the maths teacher and the boy had been shocked that Logan would ignore his invitation.
What did you do?
I had to think it through Ð I wasn't used to being turned down. I wanted to talk to him but I wasn't going to crawl after him. I gave it two weeks and then waited around after swimming training. The other boys had left the dressing sheds and Logan was waiting for us to leave so he could lock up. As I walked past him I said I need to take a shower. Can you wait? He stood in the doorway and watched me undress. I held his gaze as I slowly peeled off the speedo. I walked into the open shower stall and ran the hot water over my body. I watched him watch me.
It wasn't cheap or flirty Ð just my young body. I offered myself to him like that Ð touched my cock, bent over to show him my arse. I just stood there and looked straight at him. I knew he was hard from the tent in his pants but he didn't dare touch himself. In the end he just nodded at me. I turned off the shower and walked over to him, took his hands in mine, held them to my mouth, and licked them. That moment of connection changed our lives for ever.
I gave him my address and told him to be there in half an hour. I'll leave the back door unlocked. Let yourself in; find my bedroom and wait for me there. I won't say a word. I'll just fuck you. There's some lube in the drawer of the bedside cabinet. Be prepared or you'll suffer. I won't be gentle.
I went home, unlocked the back door and headed over the road to the shops and hung around. I knew he would come and I was so ready for him. The house was quiet when I returned. Both my parents worked till about six, so I knew I would have the house to myself for a couple of hours. Plenty of time. I crashed about the kitchen for a minute or so just to build the tension and then headed into my room.
He was naked, on my bed on his hands and knees, his head down and looking away from me, his back arched and his arse high. I noticed how toned and lean he was. He'd shaved his pubic area and he was as smooth as a boy. He had spread his legs a little and his hands pulled his arse cheeks apart to expose his hole for me. I said nothing but he could hear me slowly removing my school uniform piece by piece. I can remember the adolescent funk of the smelly shoes and socks. I climbed up on the bed between his legs and pushed them further apart. My cock was hard and urgent. I could hear his ragged breathing.
With no warning or preparation I held my cock to his hole and pushed hard Ð one movement and the cock punctured and stretched the hole. He started to moan in pain begging me to stop, to take it out. I pushed my cock to its full length and held it still, giving him a chance to relax and accommodate me. Somehow I knew this was all new to him. As the moaning subsided I started to fuck him, slow at first because he was so tight, but building steadily. I knew I wouldn't last long but I wanted him to remember this first time. He was shocked when I pulled out and cried No! No! Don't stop! I turned him onto his back and used my arms to push his knees high on his chest. He pushed his arse up to me and I entered him again. This way I could look at his face and try to read his response. He was crying.
He stroked his cock as I fucked him and I could feel his climax approaching as his hole tightened around my cock. He came with a loud grunt spraying his cum across his belly and chest and the pulsing hole brought me off too. I came in his arse. Afterwards I lay in his arms and felt his warm sticky cum between us, and mine leaking from his hole. Neither of us wanted to say anything but we knew we had crossed a line. What did we do now? In my na•ve adolescent thinking I knew he was different from all the others I had fucked. I didn't have the word lover on my lips but when I think about it that word described it better than any other. He was my lover. Days later when we talked he was able to tell me what it had meant for him and I realized how little I had understood his response to me. He had struggled with on obsession for me, wanted to give himself to me, wanted me to dominate him. He wanted me so badly but feared that such an unlikely and illegal obsession would end in his ruin.
What now Don? I asked.
I don't know, Alex, but I want you to make us some tea so we can rest a bit. I figure we have an hour before I have to leave and I want you to fuck me again.
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