Chapter 3: Worth It In The Long Run

‘Well tonight as promised I’ll give you your lesson.’ Cliff told him. ‘I’ll also tell you how John Kirkham has been dealt with. That means you can now return to the railway. I’m sure you can think up a good reason for why you left, just in case anyone asks. Oh, and should you still wish to, you can fire me like I promised.’

‘Yes, please,’ Duncan said as his face lit up. ‘That has been one of my lovely dreams.’ ‘What we’re going to do first is your lesson,’ Cliff told him. ‘We will act out the whole thing between us with me playing the part of the girl. That of course means we’ll both end up naked.’

‘After the lesson you can fire me. Then I’ll tell you about John.’ They went and stood in front of the settee. Cliff took him through all the stages until Duncan was in his shorts and Cliff in his underpants. Then they got up on the settee, now opened out as a bed.

Both had bulges caused by their hard cocks. Cliff instructed Duncan what to do and after he had taken his underpants off, Cliff took Duncans shorts off. Following a close naked hug and a bit of feeling, Cliff explained to Duncan about the lump, giving her a climax and having to control his speed.

As he did, Cliff had started stroking Duncans cock. He didn’t realise at first, but once he did, he looked so happy knowing he was going to be fired. It wasn’t long before he came, shooting a great load of cum accompanied by a scream of delight.

Cliff held his cock until it shrank, then cleaned him up. He returned to lie beside him and warned him about holding his condom to pull out, and the importance of setting an alarm. Then settling on his back, he told Duncan, ‘It’s your turn now.’

Duncan sat up and turned to face him, sitting with his feet together up alongside Cliffs shoulders. As he started stroking Cliff’s cock, Cliff took hold of Duncans soft cock and held it gently. Duncan stroked carefully, not used to holding such a small one.

He also enjoyed playing with Cliffs little balls at the same time. Cliff was soon calling out, ‘I’m getting near.’ As Duncan increased his speed slightly, Cliff opened his mouth intending to say, ‘Now.’ but before he could speak, he was shooting five small jets of cum.

His ‘Now’ turned into a scream of delight. Duncan kept stroking as he watched fascinated to see the thin jets of cum soaring up to a much lower height than his own had done. When he stopped stroking, Cliffs little cock shrinking in his hand felt so lovely.

He laid it down on Cliff’s hairs almost reverently. He cleaned him up, then they stood up. After a standup naked hug, Cliff folded up the settee and they got dressed. Settling down on the settee, Duncan stretched out with his head on Cliff’s lap.

As he stroked his forehead, Cliff rested his hand flat on Duncans trousers over his still soft cock. ‘I’m going to miss lying like this,’ Duncan admitted. ‘Hopefully you’ll soon be able to lie like this on your girlfriends lap.’ Cliff told him.

‘Now, one last thing. When I acquired the photos, they showed six boys of similar age to yourself from all over the country. I have counselled three of them and their stories were all almost identical. In fact, the only real difference was the excuse he used to take them home.’

‘That was enough for me to be completely sure that John Kirkham was guilty. And that he was a risk to young boys wherever he was. On Tuesday John Kirkham was visited at home and was stripped, tied up and had a brush handle the same size as his erect cock shoved up his bum a number of times. He suffered the same pain as you did and will have a sore bum for well over a week.’

‘Then he signed three letters. One was his resignation from his job where he stole his drugs from. One was to the railway directors resigning from there. One was a full confession to the police about what he had done. He was told that the last one would be kept secure and would not be passed on to the police if he moved away, and we never saw him again.’

‘He was persuaded to open his computer, and I now have contact details for his first three victims. His computer, his phone and a collection of memory sticks found in his house were all wiped clean, destroying all the photos of his victims.’