A boy. A cock. A knife.

It is so easy to think about this. The way it should have gone. The way it should have finished.

But nothing is so easy. So often life just does its own thing and we end up with what we really wanted regardless of what we thought we wanted.

This is the story of Ricky and Jamie. Two boys, just playing and changing their lives forever. Not because they wanted to, but simply because it was meant to be.

A boy. A cock. A knife. Sometimes things can get so out of hand.

We've all been there. The silly games under the duvet. The 'I bet you won't' games that can get out of hand.

He was Jamie, 13, and I was Ricky, 14. A year older, but not necessarily wiser.

It is easy to get things wrong when you are young and naive.

We got drunk. Dad's liqour from the cupboard when he was out line dancing.

And we decided to play a game.

Being horny as hell at 13 and 14 is not too difficult.

It started out easily. Just a game. Nothing serious.

But then suddenly the game got rough. Somehow we decided that the stakes had to get higher. I was bigger and so I called the shots. I got a knife from the cupboard.

We'd play for blood stakes. And it started with the finger cutting as all school boy games start. Blood brothers and all that crap.

Jamie lost. He always lost.

Then we (or me mainly) thought we'd raise the ante.

Palms. Cool. And painful. Jamie lost again.

What about if he lost, he should take his pants off?

I liked that. I wanted to fuck him but never said anything about it.

You couldn't. Rep and all that. But here was a chance.

I said if he lost again he must take off his pants. He agreed.

I secretly think he wanted it.

He threw the dice. And I lost. I took off my pants.

We threw again. Now he was naked and so was I.

I said if he lost again, I would cut his cock a little with the knife. He ummed and ahhed and then said ok.

Whoa I thought. I get to cut him. He said if I lost he could cut me.

Ok. That's fair. I threw the dice. Jamie was so pissed I fixed the dice before he saw them

Next thing I know I am holding his cock in my hand and a knife in e other. Wow!

Suddenly things chaned. We were both drunk and sitting face to face, naked. I held the knife to his cock and he just looked at me.

It wasn't a game any more. I knew we were doing something amazing.

His look just said yes. And I held the knife there. Right under his cock, looking into his eyes.

I pressed the knife against the underside of his cock. I pushed and drew blood. He closed his eyes. Waiting for the pain.

I looked at him. His eyes closed. Waiting for me to cut his cock off. I pushed a bit more. It cut deeper.

Then I put the knife down and kissed him.

...........this story is not over............