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************************************************ You"ll Do</p> *</p> Though inspired by the present pandemic, this is not a Covid-19 story, it is more a "This is the way the world ends" man and boy story.</p> ******************************************** By Ivor Sukwell</p> *</p> Chapter Two</p> *</p> "Not bad," Larry commented as he sipped the brew the boy had made, not that making a mug of tea with a tea bag was a particularly difficult task, but a bit of ego-boosting praise never did any harm.</p> "Know how to do it," the boy said simply, "Done it before." Which was as good a lead in to what Larry wanted to talk to the boy about as he was likely to get.</p> "Not the same world as it was," Larry began, "As far as we know, there"s only you, me and a bus in it." </p> The boy swallowed deep, trying to push down a fresh prickling in his eyes. </p> "All the rules and laws have gone, and, as it"s my bus, I now make the rules. Understand?"</p> The boy nodded.</p> "So, Rule One is about names. Whatever name you had, and I had in the dead world, mean nothing now. You may well be the only boy left alive, so I am going to call you `Boy", and, as I make the rules, you will call me `Sir".</p> "Yes, Sir," Boy agreed, that was easy, just like being at school. "Do you think I really am the only boy left, Sir?" he asked, his blue eyes clouded.</p> "No," Sir said, thinking, "I expect other people will have survived as we have, and possibly some of them may well be boys. But that doesn"t matter. Even if there are other boys, you are the most important one, so you are Boy."</p> "Am I really, Sir? Even if we found another boy, an older boy, I"d still be the most important boy?" Boy stared at his feet, gathered courage. "Is that because you"ll do sex things with me, Sir?" he asked his feet.</p> "Ah, the sex things," Sir nodded, "Rule Two is we talk about sex things, we don"t hide them away, like people did in the old world. Nothing hidden, all questions asked and answered."</p> "Yes, Sir," Boy mumbled. Knowing he was going to have to do sex things worried him, worried him because he"d always been told they were wrong, worried him because he wasn"t sure he"d like them, although it hadn"t been nasty and horrid when the man, Sir, felt him, worried him because he didn"t know if he"d be any good at sex things and Sir would search for another boy to replace him, and push him off the bus to be eaten by wild dogs.</p> Sir could see that Boy was worried and it wasn"t difficult to guess why. All the things he"d been told about men and boys, probably boys and boys as well, he had to forget now; learn that what had been bad and wrong was now good and right. Not a simple thing for a boy of ten.</p> He wasn"t a stupid boy, though ? he"d never have survived as long as he had if he was stupid. He"d have given up, as almost certainly other survivors had given up, and if survival now depended on him having sex with the Sir who"d rescued him, then he do that, just to stay alive.</p> "First, though," Sir said brightly, "I expect, being a boy, you"re curious about your new home; how it is that a Sir and his boy will be able to live in a bus."</p> Boy looked up from his feet, certain words penetrating his worries. Sir had said `new home", so that must mean that Sir was going to keep him, look after him, and he"d said `Sir and his boy". His boy!</p> "I"d like that, Sir," Boy said, "It"ll be like an adventure story, living in a bus."</p> "A Sir, His Boy and a Bus," Sir grinned, and the boy grinned back.</p> "How did you do it all, Sir?" Boy asked when he"d seen all and what he couldn"t see had been explained. "Make it all work?"</p> "Didn"t," Sir had a hand on Boy"s shoulder, which Boy didn"t complain about because it felt rather nice. Nice and safe. Safely nice. "I worked at a place that made racing cars, Formula One racing cars, and the owners decided to do this as an advertising stunt. Create a mobile home that is completely green and luxurious enough for one of the very top drivers to be willing to use.
The roof has solar panels to heat our water and there are twenty little windmill things up there that drive a turbine at the back that make electricity to charge our batteries. And the whole of the underneath of the bus is filled with batteries to make the electric engine work."</p> Sir kept things simple so a ten year old boy could make sense of them, too much physics and engineering would be beyond him.</p> "It had two bedrooms before I took it over," Sir explained, "But I didn"t need two bedrooms and I did need storage space, so I stripped them bare and just live in the front. We just live in the front," Sir corrected himself and gently squeezed Boy"s shoulder.</p> Boy liked having his shoulder squeezed. Boy was feeling safer. The bus was amazing and Sir must be very clever to have done all this, even though he said he didn"t do it all.</p> "What"s in all the boxes in the store rooms?" Boy asked.</p> "As much tinned and packeted food as I could pack in," Sir said, "And enough cigarettes to keep me going for a few years. May be a year or two less now you"re here, I suppose, and as much wine as I could cram in."</p> "I"m too young to smoke," Boy grinned. "What"s in those two rubbish sacks? I thought you just threw rubbish out a window."</p> "Not rubbish," Sir smiled wide, "Most certainly not rubbish. Though it is called `weed"."</p> "Weed?" Boy cheeped and then said, "Oh!" as he demonstrated that even good little prep school boys are not completely innocent about everything.</p> "Too young for that as well," Sir smiled, along with another shoulder squeeze.</p> "I might be," Boy grinned, feeling safe and cheeky. "I"m not too young for everything, though, am I," he said, with a burst of confidence. "I think I"m supposed to be, but that"s not going to make any difference, is it?"</p> "You"re a bright young lad, Boy," Sir said in a nice way, "I"m going to enjoy having you around."</p> "I was always top of my Form in Latin," Boy said, perhaps just a little sadly, "But I don"t know if I"ll be any pursaklar escort good at other things."</p> "Things that are awkward to talk about? Like sex things?"</p> Boy nodded.</p> Sir took the pillows from the bed, put them on the floor in front of his chair, the only chair in the living part of the bus, the bed the only other place to sit on.</p> "Sit there," he said when he"d settled himself in the chair, his legs apart, and Boy did because he"d been told to.</p> Sir gently eased Boy"s head down so it rested on his hip and Boy could hide his face while he talked of embarrassing things. Boy thought it was strange being there, but he felt safe, close to Sir like that, and he was glad that he didn"t have to look at Sir, and Sir couldn"t see his face. It wasn"t at all like being in school.</p> "There are no right answers and no wrong answers," Sir said, and that made it very clear that this wasn"t school where there were only right or wrong answers. "Just truth or lies," Sir said and stroked Boy"s dry now silky, fair hair, "And we don"t want any lies, do we?"</p> "No, Sir," Boy muttered into Sir"s hip.</p> "I expect that, by now, you wank. Know how to wank?" Blunt and direct.</p> Boy blushed furiously and mumbled something.</p> "You"ve already told me that you play with it," Sir said gently, "I want to know if you wank as well as just play."</p> "A bit, Sir," Boy croaked.</p> "Just a bit?"</p> "Yes, Sir. Not every night, Sir. Just some nights."</p> "Good boy," Sir ruffled silky, fair hair, "I"d be worried if you didn"t. Wouldn"t be a proper boy if you didn"t."</p> "I do, Sir," Boy asserted, reassured that doing it made him a proper boy, though he had thought that it was something he wasn"t supposed to do.</p> Sir wasn"t as nervous as the boy, but he still felt some twinges. Only a few weeks ago he would have been risking a prison sentence for having a boy between his legs like this, a naked boy, his face only a very few inches from a not really soft cock, only inches and a single layer of thin cotton between face and cock. Logic told him there was no danger of prison now, no-one to say he mustn"t have a naked, ten-year-old boy between his legs, but Sir had spent his adult, older-boy-adoring life being careful and it wasn"t a simple thing to shake off all those years of secret.</p> Even harder for the boy; his conditioning had been absolute and he wasn"t old enough to understand the urges and drives of sexual need, probably not old enough yet to know he even had them.</p> Sir knew he could do anything he wanted with the boy and there was nobody to stop him, but Sir wasn"t that sort of person, Sir had never made a boy do anything the boy didn"t want to do ? it wasn"t any fun if the boy didn"t enjoy it as well.</p> "I know it must be embarrassing for you," Sir said, "But I want you to show me how you wank. Just with your fingers, wank a finger of one hand with the other. So I can see if you do it properly."</p> Boy wasn"t sure whether to cringe or giggle, so he chose to giggle; he thought that was safer than cringing. He held up his left hand, fist closed except for his index finger, and then, with finger and thumb of his right hand, he mimicked wanking it, sniggering while he did it because he knew he was being naughty.</p> "Do you always hold it like that?" Sir asked, enjoying both the boy"s demonstration and his embarrassment, "At the sides?"</p> "Sometimes like this," Boy sniggered more and changed his grip to one where his thumb would have rubbed against his tiny, immature ridge. "They"re both the right way to do it, aren"t they, Sir?"</p> Oh, yes," Sir smiled, "Both very good ways to do it. Does one way feel better than the other?"</p> Boy thought about that, wanting to tell the truth and be a good boy.</p> "They both feel nice," he said after consideration, "Though this way," he repeated his demonstration of the side grip, "Feels nicer. But it makes my wrist ache after a bit, so I do it the other way if I do it for a long time."</p> "And do you get the feeling, tingles or whatever boys call it these days when you do it for a long time? Like as though you want to pee but know you don"t?"</p> Boy giggled. "We call it `cumming", though it"s not really cumming because I"m not old enough to cum yet. Cum is when white stuff shoots out, or so the older boys say. They call it spunk, but I don"t know if it"s true or not because I"ve never seen it happen."</p> "Oh, it"s true all right," Sir ruffled Boy"s hair. Sir found he rather liked doing that, especially with Boy down between his legs as he was now. "And you"ll see how true it is when you wank me and make me cum."</p> "Will I be doing sex things to you? Not just you doing them to me?" Boy had forgotten that Sir had said before he allowed him on the bus that he was a boy and had hands and a mouth and would have to use them, that he"d sucked his finger in the shower.</p> "My job is to keep you safe and try to make you happy," Sir said, meaning every word, "And your main job is to keep me and my cock happy." Sir meant every word of that as well. "So do you get the cum feeling when you wank?" Sir returned to important matters.</p> "Not every time," Boy said, finding it easier to say things now because Sir was talking naughty as well, and it was a little bit like boys talking dirty in the dorm at nights. "But if I rub it lots I do, and I get this funny feeling all through me. Mostly in my stomach though. And sometimes it"s a really big one and it makes my toes tingle. And then I go straight off to sleep."</p> "You like that funny feeling?"</p> "Lots!" Boy enthused, then worried again, "It"s okay to like it, isn"t it?"</p> "Perfectly okay. So you won"t mind if I wank you and try to give you funny feelings?"</p> "I think I"d like that," Boy said carefully, "It would mean you were trying to do something nice for me, wouldn"t it? Make me feel nice and help me to sleep."</p> "Yes, but I"d like doing it for you as well. I like wanking boys."</p> "Is it fun?" Boy asked, curious and rize escort a tiny bit eager to try it because it would be a very naughty thing to do, even more naughty because it wouldn"t be doing it to a boy but to Sir.</p> "It"ll be fun for me," Sir said, "Let"s hope it"s fun for you as well."</p> "I hope it is," Boy agreed, "Because then I can do it lots."</p> "Have to have something to do in the evenings," Sir teased, "No telly to look at."</p> Boy decided that, as they were saying naughty things, he could be even more naughty and not get told off.</p> "You can look at me instead of the telly," he sniggered, "You like looking at boys with no clothes on, don"t you?"</p> "Never thought I"d like looking at a boy your age, but I do. You"re lovely to look at and I"m going to keep you always naked so I can enjoy looking."</p> "Do you? Are you? Will you? Keep me naked and look at me lots because you like looking at me naked?" Boy couldn"t understand why Sir should like looking at him naked, but if he did, then Boy wanted to be looked at. Boy wanted to please Sir and keep him happy.</p> "Yes. Lots." Sir said, keeping things simple and getting hard as he did.</p> "I won"t mind being naked," Boy declared, "And I think I like you looking at me. You"re nice."</p> "Not as nice as you," Sir sighed, now fully hard and wondering if Boy had noticed.</p> "Am I allowed to look at you, Sir?" Boy asked hesitantly. He had noticed. He"d never seen a man"s cock and now he really wanted to. Why, he wasn"t sure, but he wanted to. He knew he shouldn"t, that it was a bad thing to want, but he did want.</p> "Yes, of course you can look," Sir grinned, "You"ll need to look when you wank me, won"t you?"</p> "And see you spunk," Boy sniggered, feeling very wicked.</p> "That as well," Sir agreed, "When you make me spunk."</p> "Can I then, Sir? See it?" Boy asked, all boyish eagerness.</p> Sir had a moment of inspiration ? give the boy not just what he asked for, but more as well.</p> "I don"t think it would be right for me to just show it to you," Sir said, hoping to increase the boy"s desire, "I think you should find out for yourself what it looks like. If you put a hand up inside my shorts you can get it out and look at it."</p> Boy flushed almost from head to toe. He really wanted to see Sir"s cock, why he didn"t really know but he did and the why didn"t matter, but putting his hand up Sir"s shorts, getting hold of his cock, actually holding his cock, and bringing it out to look at was wicked and dirty beyond wicked dirty. It would be the wickedest, dirtiest thing he"d ever done. He may be only ten still, but wicked, dirty things were exciting.</p> "Oh, can I, Sir? Really? Please, Sir." Being naked for a couple of hours does wonders for a boy.</p> Sir thought it was the most erotic moment of his life, seeing and feeling Boy"s small, ten-year-old hand creeping up and under the leg of his shorts, heading slowly for his hard cock.</p> It was super exciting for Boy as well, but he had a different image in his mind; his hand was the mongoose from the `Jungle Book" and Sir"s cock was a snake and he was going to capture the snake.</p> "Oh, Jeez!" Sir breathed as ten-year-old fingers found his cock and a ten-year-old hand closed round it. Or closed round as much of it as it could.</p> Sir"s snake was huge! A giant python! It felt enormous, and when Boy brought it out into the light it looked bigger than enormous!</p> "Wow!" was all Boy could say as he stared in awe at the world"s biggest cock, "It"s ginormous, Sir!"</p> Actually it wasn"t at all ginormous; in length it was a fairly ordinary six and a bit, though it was a bit thicker than the average, but to a ten-year-old boy who only had a finger thick three inches at the best, it was unbelievably huge.</p> It was a powerful magnet, though, and Boy couldn"t take his hand away from it.</p> Without actual thought Boy moved his hand; he moved it not away from the cock-snake, but very slowly up and down, not far, but far enough for the snake"s single eye to peek through it"s covering skin and stare at him.</p> For long seconds, snake and Boy stared at each other in awe and wonder and the snake called to something inside Boy and told him not to be frightened of the snake because the snake liked his hand on it.</p> "Oh fuck!" Sir hissed as a ten year old hand moved slowly on his unbelievably rigid cock and turned him into a paedophile while he tried to control his breathing.</p> He stared at the little hand holding him, as entranced by those slender young fingers as Boy was by the cock he was holding; Sir and Boy trapped by the siren call of Cock.</p> "It"s wonderful, Sir," Boy breathed in awe at the powerful magnificence he was holding, and sighed as Sir"s hand ruffled his hair and snake throbbed in his soft hand.</p> Sir had been so clever, Boy thought, telling him he wasn"t Julian Fellowes anymore, but Boy instead. Julian Fellowes would have run* terrified from snake, but Boy could hold it, feel its power and glory; Boy was glad he wasn"t Julian anymore.</p> Julian Fellowes belonged to the old world, the dead world and Boy lived in a new world, a different world, a world where Julian Fellowes had been thrown out of a window along with his prep school clothes.</p> "Will you tell me Rule Two now, please Sir?" Boy asked politely, looking up from Sir"s cock to Sir. "I want to know about the sex things."</p> Boy stayed where he was, sitting between Sir"s legs, holding and admiring Sir"s wonderful, huge cock while Sir explained sex things. He giggled occasionally, because in a very strange way it was a bit like having a lesson in school, being told things he didn"t know about, but it was nothing like being in school and sitting at a desk and trying to learn Latin. It was the best lesson he"d ever had and he listened to every word.</p> "You"ll have to do more than just hold it," Sir said, "Though it is very nice having you hold it."</p> "I"ll have to wank it, Sir, won"t I? Make you cum and make the spunk shoot out?" Boy said, slowly easing ankara rus escort Sir"s cock skin up and down so the eye peeked out and winked at him.</p> "You"ll have to use your mouth as well, kiss it and suck it," Sir told him.</p> "Yes, Sir," Boy said almost dreamily, "I know, and I sucked my finger when I had a shower to see what it felt like, but it only felt like sucking my finger. Is it different sucking a cock? It will be different, I suppose, because your cock is so much bigger than my finger."</p> "Much bigger," Sir agreed stroking Boy"s back and still wondering why it felt so right to be stroking a ten-year-old boy"s naked back while a ten-year-old little hand adored his cock. Sir had only been a paedophile for a little while and he hadn"t quite got used to it yet, though he was learning fast. "And when you suck it and make the spunk shoot out, you have to eat the spunk. Never waste a drop."</p> That was a new thing for Boy. None of the dirty things boys had sniggered about at school had ever included eating spunk. Boy just had to know more.</p> "Is that what you did, Sir?" he asked Sir"s cock, "When you did sex things with older boys, boys who could shoot? Did you eat their spunk?"</p> "Always," Sir said, trying to remember just what teenage spunk had tasted like, the thrill of having an adolescent boy spurt in his mouth.</p> "I don"t know if any boys at school did that," Boy thought hard, "I don"t know if any of them sucked cocks."</p> "The oldest ones would have been thirteen wouldn"t they?" Sir mused, "So I expect a few of them would have sucked, once or twice anyway, but they wouldn"t have told anyone about it. Kept it a secret."</p> Boy nodded, he could understand that. The school had been very strict about that sort of thing, kept older boys away from the younger ones, did random inspections of dorms at nights.</p> Sucking cock was obviously something very special, more special than wanking cock, and if it was more special it had to be better and nicer than wanking cock. All boys played with themselves, but not all boys sucked cock, so if he sucked cock then he"d be a special boy and he wanted to be special for Sir.</p> Sir"s cock was wonderful, so big, so strong, not at all like his own puny little useless cock that couldn"t make spunk squirt for Sir to eat and enjoy. He wanted more of Sir"s cock, and he moved closer to it and the eye winked at him again and he brought it up against his face, rubbing the hot hardness of it against his smooth, unblemished, pre-teen cheeks and thinking how wonderful that felt.</p> Sir thought it felt something way beyond wonderful as Boy rubbed his face against his now leaking cock. It was something he"d often done himself when he had been sucking a boy and wanted to more than simply suck, wanted to adore the glory of teenage cock, wanted an adolescent boy to know just how important, how wonderful his cock was, and now a boy of only ten was doing that to him.</p> "OH, SHIT!" Sir gasped as Boy brushed damp foreskin against soft, boy-red lips, but Boy didn"t hear him, and opened his mouth to taste the dampness and make Sir stop breathing for a moment. </p> Boy couldn"t get his mouth open wide enough to get all of Sir"s magnificent cock inside so he could suck it like he"d sucked his finger. He could just about manage the top bit, down to where there was a hard ridge that was the fattest bit of the cock and then his mouth was completely full and he felt stupid because he couldn"t get more in and suck it properly, all the way up and down.</p> He tried, but he just couldn"t, so he just held the bit he did have in his mouth and hoped Sir wouldn"t tell him off for not doing it properly. </p> It ought to have felt all sorts of things, most of them not very nice. The prep school boy, Julian, could never have done this, but he was gone, thrown out of a window and he was Boy now and it wasn"t at all wrong for him to have Sir"s cock in his mouth, even if he couldn"t do it properly.</p> Sir sighed and breathed heavily, nothing had ever felt like this! He couldn"t count the number of times his cock had been in a boy"s mouth, been sucked to spunking, but they all paled into insignificance against this!</p> Wonderful soft lips round his cock! Wonderful soft, red boy lips. Soft, red ten-year-old boy lips! Why did it feel so wonderful? Boy couldn"t get more than half his cock-head in his mouth and had no idea what to do with it when it was there, so why was it so amazing? Why was it making his balls churn?</p> Sir hadn"t told Boy to do this, Boy had just done it. Boy had rubbed his hard, now leaking cock around his face and then put it, as much of it as he could, into his mouth! </p> Boy must be tasting cock juice now, but he hadn"t pulled his face away in disgust, he just held cock and kept it in his mouth while it leaked juice onto his tongue.</p> Sir had to stop this; he"d spunk in Boy"s mouth if he didn"t, spunk just from having a bit of his cock in Boy"s mouth, and Boy wasn"t ready to eat spunk yet.</p> Too much too soon.</p> Sir wanted to spunk in Boy"s mouth but he had to think of Boy first. A mouthful of spunk now could put Boy off from ever sucking him again. </p> He could make Boy suck him, of course he could. Suck or be left for the wild dogs, but that wouldn"t be the same. </p> Perhaps that was why Boy was trying to suck him now; because he knew he had to, because Sir had said he would have to. But it didn"t feel like that. It felt like Boy wanted to have Sir"s cock in his mouth; not for sexual pleasure like the older boys who"d sucked him. Boy wasn"t old enough to know of sexual pleasure in that way. Boy was still innocent.</p> Innocent Boy with newly paedophile Sir"s cock in his mouth.</p> As gently as he could, Sir eased Boy"s head away from his wet and leaking cock.</p> "Did I do it wrong?" Disappointed, cock-deprived Boy asked, ready to cry.</p> "No, Boy, you didn"t do it wrong," Sir whispered comfort, "It was wonderful. But I want to show you something else you can do with those sweet lips."</p> "Another sex thing, Sir?" Boy asked hopefully.</p> "Oh, yes," Sir smiled softly, "Another sex thing. I want to teach you how to kiss."</p> "Yes, please, Sir," Boy beamed, all thoughts of crying dismissed by the idea of more naughty sex things.</p> *</p> [email protected]</p> *</p>