James Bond

By Arthur Bach

Published on Apr 25, 2020

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James Bond's First Time

"Medical evaluation – fail. Physical evaluation – fail." The words rolled off Silva's tongue, the blonde haired man reading off the results of Bond, James Bond's most recent examinations. "Psychological evaluation – alcohol and substance addiction indicated. Oof. `Pathological rejection of authority based on unresolved childhood trauma.'" Silva paused a moment, looking at 007, gauging a response. He continued, "'Subject is not approved for field duty, and immediate suspension from service advised.' What is this if not betrayal?" Silva stood up and approached Bond, his hands tied behind the metal chair he sat upon. "She sent you after me knowing you are not ready, knowing you will likely die, mommy was very bad. Hmm?"

Silva looked Bond up and down, and then very slowly reached for his white dress shirt, unbuttoning the top button and pulling the shirt to the side, revealing the scar on his toned, hairless chest from the gunshot he had suffered several months before. He gently touched the tan skin, stroking Bond's chest as he would a lover.

"Ooh. See what she's done to you?" he said.

"Well," Bond responded. "She never tied me to a chair."

"Her loss," Silva quipped quickly. He continued to touch Bond's strong physique, the tips of his fingers dancing along the secret agent's skin.

"Are you sure this is about M?" Bond asked.

"It's about her, and you, and me," Silva responded, almost playfully, still stroking Bond's chest. "You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other..." Silva paused to take in the image of Bond's physique, and then playfully looked him in the eye. "Hmm? Or eat everyone else." Silva's right hand now traveled towards Bond's head to caress his neck. "Oh, you're trying to remember you're training now. What's the regulation to cover this?" Silva's hands now traveled to the upper part of Bond's thighs, feeling his rock-hard leg muscles through his black tuxedo pants. "Well, first time for everything, yes?"

Bond smirked back at him. "What makes you think this is my first time?"

SEVERAL YEARS PRIOR

The orphan James Bond ran through the campus of Eton College, trying to keep in pace with his friend, Aiken Digsby, known around the school as simply, `Digs.' Digs was a year senior Bond's age of just having turned thirteen, and his advanced development was obvious. His friend was taller, stronger, and faster than James, but the younger boy was always determined to keep pace with his advantaged friend.

It was early November 1981, at the midpoint of the Michaelmas Half at Eton College, Bond's first at the prestigious school. It was unseasonably warm for this time of year, but still a rather cool, autumn afternoon. James and Digs ran past the tennis courts and then onto the walking path that took them under the A32, north towards the Jubilee River. The path then diverted west along the banks of the river. They followed this path about a kilometer or so until they found their spot: a tiny little clearing amongst the trees on the banks of the river across the way from the water works plant. This was the midpoint of their daily run, where they could sit and be free from the restrictions and demands of their daily school life, where they could talk about whatever they wanted, although they seldom delved into subjects that were too serious. Of all the places in the world, this one belonged to them.

There were a couple of smooth rocks in this clearing, one of the main reasons why they liked it so much. They sat down, both boys sitting Indian style, wearing short running shorts that rode pretty high up the leg, as was popular in the early 1980's, in addition to their standard Eton College sweatshirts.

"You're getting faster, James," Digs said. Digs stood at about 5'5" and had a lean, runners' body. He was from Liverpool, and often bragged that he grew up on the same street as Paul McCartney. He had dark brown, almost black hair and grey blue eyes. He had taken James on as a friend, almost as like a little brother. Even though they were only a year apart in age, Digs had been going to this school for a few years, and James was still learning his place, and the older appreciated the younger's desperate efforts to keep up with the older boy.

"I'll get you one of these days," he responded, out of breath. James was still on the shorter side, only standing at about 5'1", and although he was on the verge of filling out and becoming more muscular, he was still fairly skinny. His eyes were blue like his friends, but his blonde hair that flopped over his ears and down over his brow contrasted from that of Digs. James was originally from Scotland but came to Eton shortly after his parents were killed in a climbing accident. Digs knew what had happened, and even tried to bring it up once to his new friend, who quickly dismissed it. James had been bottling up all the emotions from his parents' death, hiding them away like he had hid himself away in the priests hole when he had been given the news.

"You will," Digs responded. "There's no quit in you, that's for sure."

The two sat silently on the banks of the river, not another human being in sight, the only sounds being the occasional bird twitter and the constant gurgling of the Jubilee river.

"What's on your nog, mate?" Digs asked.

"Not a thing," Bond responded flatly.

"You're blaggin' me `ead. You gotta be thinkin' about something."

"No, Digs. I'm not."

"Not a young fillie from back where you're from?"

James sighed. "There's no one from where I'm from."

"Whaddya mean?"

"I grew up in the boons, the middle of nowhere. It was a half a day's walk to the nearest homestead."

"Crikey," Digs replied. "Well, you like girls, right?"

"Of course I bloody girls," James replied. "What kind of a daft question is that?"

"I'm just asking, James. So you like girls. Which one?"

James sighed again. "I kinda fancy Dolly."

"Dolly!?" Digs said, exasperatedly. "The maid? Are you out of your mind? Have you lost the plot?"

"I think she's beautiful," James said with a smirk on her face. "Wanna know a secret?"

"I'm not sure."

"She showed me her knickers the other day."

"James! You can't fool around with the help."

He shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because...because...because...well, I don't know. Did they look nice?"

"What?"

"Her knickers."

"Bloody brilliant. Do you have a girl you fancy?"

"Yeah. Barbara. My third cousin."

"You're cousin? What the hell!?"

"Third cousin, mate!" Digs retorted back, emphasizing `third'. "Anyway, she's right hot."

Another moment of silence surrounded the two boys.

"Do you wank yet?" Digs asked quietly, as if there was someone who could hear him.

"Of course. You?"

"Yeah. Do you think about Dolly whilst you do it?"

"Yeah. You think about Barbara?"

"Yeah, mate. That's cool that you got to see Dolly's knickers."

"Yeah," James responded. Thinking about Dolly and the quick flash that he had received was starting to have the predicted effect on the boy's penis. It began to thicken and lengthen, poking up in his running shorts which did little by ways of hiding his arousal. He slowly put his hands over his groin to shield his tumescence.

"It's okay, mate," Digs said. "I'm getting' a bone, too."

James looked over and saw that that was indeed happening. A bulge was starting to grow in Digs' shorts, and soon they both had matching erections in their short pants, pushing aggressively at the front of their groins.

"Fancy a wank?" Digs asked.

James had never done this with a boy before, and while he knew he liked girls (a lot!), he was horny, and he trusted his best friend. After a few short seconds of contemplation, James nodded his head eagerly.

Digs pulled his shorts down and James looked over and saw the tent in his blue briefs, and his erection looked huge to the younger boy. James reached down and pulled his shorts down as well, his boner tenting up his white and gray striped briefs. Digs gave his boner a couple rubs through his briefs, and James followed him.

"You ready, mate?" Digs asked. When James nodded his head, Digs grasped the waist band of his briefs and pulled them up and slid them down over his erection, now exposed to his younger friend. Digs' erect penis was a solid 6" in length, thick, and uncut. His balls were full and hung low, and a nice patch of dark curly pubes accented the root of his cock. Digs made a show of sliding back his foreskin, exposing his wet, purple head to James.

"You're turn, James," he said, now steadily stroking his foreskin over the head. James complied, and pulled his briefs down, his erection bending with it until it cleared the waist band, smacking back against his stomach. James' penis was nowhere near as developed as his older friend's, only 4.5" long, although his balls looked nice and full for his age and size. Like Digs he was uncircumcised, and light dusting of brown pubic hair was seen at the base of his penis. James skinned his dick back, exposing his wet, pink head to the cool autumn air before starting to stroke his penis.

The two boys sat on the banks of the river, stroking themselves, shorts and briefs at mid thigh, their sweatshirts pulled up showing off their smooth stomachs. The sound of the river was soon augmented by the sounds of skin on skin, and an occasional boyish grunt from the two lads.

"You ever done this before, James?" Digs asked.

"Not with someone else, no," James replied.

"I have. A couple of the other guys here do it. We're horny, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, this is cool," James agreed, his hand feeling really good on his own dick. He found himself stealing glances at Digs' penis, enjoying the sight of his friend working his large cock.

"Sometimes when we do this, we help each other out, ya know?" Digs said.

James knew what he meant. One part of him reminded himself that he liked girls, but the other part (mainly his dick) knew that he was horny, and his friend was right here. The blonde haired, blue eyed boy nodded his head and let go of his own pulsing boyhood, letting Digs reach over and take hold of his immature erection while James reached over to handle the man sized dick that was between his friends legs.

For James, this was a new sensation. He had learned to stroke himself when was just ten years old and had been doing it daily this whole time. But having someone else do it for him was a brand-new sensation. Digs' hand felt wonderful on his penis, gripping it just right, sliding the foreskin back and forth over his sensitive glans.

On the flip side, he also enjoyed jacking his friend's larger erection. He looked over, watching the skin slide back and forth over the purple wet head that seemed to be getting wetter. Digs' dick felt very much like his own, very hard but longer and thicker.

Both boys were grunting now, and James could tell that he was nearing his cum.

"I'm close," he said quietly, and Digs simply started going faster. "Ah, yes!" James shouted out as he came, his first shot of clear boy cum shooting up and on his heaving stomach. The remainder of his slimy residue leaking out of his cock and down the knuckles of Digs fingers as it gripped the pulsing boydick.

Seeing James have his boyish orgasm put Digs over the edge, and the older teen's first shot of cum also shot out of his dick on his smooth stomach. James could feel something wet collecting on his hand and looked over to see his friend ejaculating, noticing that Digs' semen was much more copious, thick, and white than his own. Digs moaned and whined through his orgasm, his cum squirting out of his cock and onto his stomach, pubes, and James' hand.

They let go of each other's dicks, sitting on the rocks along the riverbank, trying to catch their breath. They both could feel the cum on their stomachs, groins, and hand start to cool in November air. Digs' penis started to soften a bit, but James' stayed erect.

"You're still up, mate," Digs said, noticing his friend's boner.

"Yeah, I'm still kinda horny," James admitted.

"You're gonna make some lass well happy indeed," Digs replied. "Have you ever had a blowie before?"

"What's that?"

"Oh, shite. You're going to like this." Without warning, the dark haired friend of James Bond bent down and took the smaller erection in his mouth, pulling the skin back and swirling the tongue around his wet head.

James gasped outloud, a high pitched, boyish gasp that somewhat startled Digs, but didn't discourage him from sucking the younger boy. Digs was able to easily take the 4.5" boner all the way in his mouth, his top lip buried in James pubes that had been soaked with the boy's jism. Up and down he went as James, usually very calm and collected, struggled to control himself.

After sucking him for a minute or so, Digs pulled off of James' cock, stroked the wet member a few times, and then said, "Your turn."

James certainly didn't think that his day was going to go this way, but the unexpected feeling of his friend putting his mouth on his erection was an amazing surprise, a feeling he wanted to experience again, and James figured that if he wanted that, he'd have to reciprocate and suck his friend off, too.

Digs' erection had renewed firmness after having sucked off the younger James. The blonde boy took the hard on in his hand once more, skinning back the head and seeing the extra wet tip. Without hesitation, James leaned in and licked his friend's knob as Digs gasped. In for a penny, in for a pound, James thought, wrapping his lips around the thick stalk and slowly taking Digs' 6" erection into his young mouth.

It didn't take James long to get used to the idea of sucking Digs longer dick, but had trouble getting in all in his young mouth. He could taste a distinct tartness on his friend's penis, no doubt the essence of his thick, white cum. Up and down he went, and having recognized that Digs tongue on his wet glans had felt the best, that's where James focused his efforts. His friend moaned as James swirled his tongue around the tip, his lips stroking up and down the warm shaft.

"Let me have a go," Digs said. James wasn't quite ready to give up the penis in his mouth quite yet, but he was also eager to get his dick sucked again. He pulled away from Digs' groin, stroking his dick a few times before the older boy leaned in and took James back in his mouth. As Digs sucked the younger boy, his fingers when to his balls, tossing and teasing the small orbs in their hairless sack. Digs started to go fast, and despite having cum just a few minutes ago, James could feel an orgasm building deep in his stomach.

"I'm gonna shoot," he whispered quietly, his boyish voice full of fear and anticipation. He was sure that his friend would pull away, but he didn't; instead, Digs just went faster while sucking harder. James could feel the cum racing to his penis and tried desperately to hold it back to prevent cumming in his friend's mouth, but it was to no avail. His seed shot forth and James cried out as his pulsing dick continued to get sucked by Digs, the dark-haired boys tongue swirling around the head as it ejected the immature semen from his dick. Digs swallowed down the boys clear cum, not letting go of James' cute penis until the whining boy started pushing his head away, the sensations becoming too much for him.

Digs let James catch his breath; the boy's eyes were wide with wonder as he watched his wet penis begin to soften, still pulsing with his heartbeat. James looked over at his friend, his long, thick dick still hard and leaking precum. Although James' horniness was starting to wane, he knew what he had to do. Reaching over, he gave his friend's dick a couple of tugs, pulling the skin back, and took Digs' erection back into his mouth. James started off nice and slow, takins his time, savoring the taste of his friend, but as he sucked more his speed gradually increased.

"That's it, James," Digs moaned, caressing the boy's soft blonde hair. "Yeah, that's right nice."

James held Digs' cock in his left hand and fondled his nuts with the right, noticing that despite the older boy's decent nest of pubes, his balls were still hairless. James went faster and faster now, his head bobbing up and down over Digs' groin, loud slurping and sucking noises emanating from his mouth.

"I'm close, James! Shite, I'm so close!"

James wasn't too keen about swallowing his friend's load; after all, it was coming out of the same place that pee had come from. But the young boy thought about how good it had felt when Digs did it to him, and what's fair is fair, he thought, so he pressed onward.

"I'm cumming, James!" The young blonde boy could immediately feel the thick, creamy substance shoot on his tongue, and microseconds later he was overwhelmed by the strong flavor. It wasn't great, but it also wasn't that bad, James decided, and continued to suck his friend who was firing an impossible amount of cum into his mouth. Digs cried out as he came, the young boy brining him to an amazing cum, especially considering it was his first time. Like James, Digs had to eventually push his head away as it became to sensitive, and Digs watched James throat muscles engage as he swallowed his cum down.

Once again, the two boys sat on the riverbank, shorts and underwear around their thighs, catching their breath. James looked at his watch and realized it was late and time to be heading back, so they both pulled up their briefs, shorts, and ran their way back to the dorm. When they arrived, they immediately stripped down and went to hit the showers before supper.

James admired his friend's strong physique. They had showered plenty of times before, but this time it seemed different. A sexual relationship had begun between the two, and James was keenly aware of it. As he ogled his friend, his penis began to lengthen and thicken, growing to full erection under the hot steamy water of the shower.

"That little guy never quits, eh?" Digs asked.

"It comes and goes," James quipped, reaching across the grab his friend's growing cock.

Thank you for reading! You can find all of my other stories at my prolific author page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach

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