Date: Tue, 1 Feb 2011 19:22:24 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@gmail.com>
Subject: Inky White and I Chapter 2.

This is a story that involves sex between males.  if such a story is
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My thanks to John and Brian who have read this through and made a number of
corrections and suggestions.  Any remaining errors, grammatical, spelling
or historical or whatever are entirely my fault.



Resume:- Phil Goodman's email address was circulated inadvertently to
readers of Jeff's gay stories.  He has recognised the possibility that he
knows one of his fellow readers, a friend from his school days called Inky
White.  He has sent off an email, and while he waits for a reply, he
continues to recall their teenage friendship.

Part 2:-

It was Inky who made, or rather had, the next significant step forward for
the two of us.  He greeted me with great excitement one Thursday morning.
"I've got something great to tell you."

"What?"

"Something really exciting happened to me yesterday."

"Tell me."

"Not now, when we may be interrupted.  Tell you later at my place."

I wondered what on earth he had to tell me.  He would not say a word until
we were naked in his bedroom.  We usually started doing things straight
away, but he was eager to tell me what had happened, and I certainly wanted
to hear about it, so we sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other.

"Yesterday afternoon when I got home, Mum asked me to pop round to the
shops for her.  As you know, going to the shops involves a short walk
through Kelso Park."

(This was a park in the grounds of a large Victorian mansion, which was
used by the Council for offices and meetings.  Part of the grounds was
given over to flower beds and neatly-mown lawns.  A large part was a field
where anyone could kick a ball around.  There were some tennis courts and a
bowling green in another part.)

"I was just walking through the garden part where all the seats are, and I
saw a man sitting there."

"How old?"  I asked.

"Quite old, in his mid thirties I should think.  As I walked towards him I
could see his eyes on me.  As I got closer, he put a hand down and slightly
rubbed his crotch.  I thought that could mean something or nothing.
Anyway, I tootled along to the shops and about ten minutes later came back
along the path with the bag of things I'd bought.  He was still sitting
there.  Again as I got close, his hand came down onto his crotch, and he
did some definite adjusting."

"What did you do?"

"I gave my cock a quick rub and looked at him as I passed."

"That all?"

"'Successful shop?  he asked.  'Yes, just a few things for Mum.'

"'Do you go to the Boy's School?' he asked.

"'Yes, why?'  'I went there, a long time ago.  In the 1950s.  Is old
Crinkle-guts still there?'  'Yes, was he there in your day?'  'Yes,
teaching history.'  'Don Pacifico?'  He laughed.  'I remember him teaching
me about that now, though I've forgotten what it was all about.  Do you
enjoy school?'  The bag was feeling quite heavy, so I sat down on the bench
alongside him.  We talked about school for about five minutes.  'In my day
there was quite a lot of shagging going on, is there still?'  'With girls?'
I asked.  'No, among the boys.  I had some good times with some of the
lads.'  I looked at him with some surprise, adults are not usually open
about the sexual exploits of their younger days.  'Does that surprise you?'
'That you should tell me, yes.  But it still goes on.'  I gave him a broad
grin.  'So young man, you're at it, like I was at your age.  Do you enjoy
it?'  'Of course, wouldn't do it if I didn't.'  He put his hand down on his
crotch.  'Scuse me, this talk is making me need to make some more space
down there.'  'You're not the only one,' I replied.  'I haven't had a good
shag for nearly a week now!'  'You still do it?'  'Of course, whenever I
can.  You're one sexy lad, you know.  When you walked past me twenty
minutes ago, I thought what a lovely bum you had.  I'd love to do some
poking around there.'  I looked at him, I could see his cock was hard.  He
grinned.  'I only live round the corner, come back with me for some play.'
'Can't.  Need to get this shopping back before Mum sends out a search
party.  But I'll try to slip out if I can, can't guarantee anything; though
I could possibly get out this evening.'  'Fine, I'll hang on here for about
ten minutes, and then if you can't come now, come round to my place later.
I live at 17 Kelso Gardens.'"

"Did you?"

"Not straight away.  Mum was in one of her 'Do this, do that', moods.  But
about 7.00 I said I needed to pop round to your place.  I just hoped you
wouldn't turn up or phone.  I cycled round to this guy's place.  I rang the
bell and he opened the door, with a real welcoming look on his face.  He
got me to bring my bike in and dump it in the hallway.  We went into his
sitting room. 'I think we'd better introduce ourselves.  I'm Godfrey.
You?'  I had to explain why most people called me Inky.  'Beer?'  he
asked. 'Better not, parents might smell it on my breath.'  I ended up
having a glass of squash.  Then we sat on the sofa.  'So tell me about
school,' he asked.  'What you want to know?  Sports or academic results?'
'If you insist, but I would like to hear about the shagging.'  'Well, it
goes on.' I said with a grin.  'There's quite a lot of sexual activity
among some of the boys.  How many I don't know, because we don't tend to
share what we get up to.  Though I have one special friend, and we tell
each other about all the others we have been with.'  'And what do the two
of you get up to?' he asked.  'We're able to be alone twice a week at my
place.  We get our kit off, have a good hug and lots of kisses.'  'And?' he
asked.  'Suck each other off sometimes.'  'Anything more?'  'We usually
have a good fuck, one way or another.'  "You fuck him, and he fucks you,
you mean?'  'Exactly.'  'You sound as though you've got it all going for
you.'  He stretched his arm along the back of the sofa and gently stroked
the back of my neck with his fingers.  I moved slightly closer."

"I bet you were hard!"

"I was hard as hell, I can tell you, and so was he.  He put a hand on my
knee and rubbed it.  I moved slightly closer.  'Look what you're doing to
me,' he said making the mound in his trousers even more obvious.  'That
looks a big one.'  'Why don't you discover for yourself?'  He undid his
belt and the top button of his trousers.  I pulled down his zip and opened
him up.  He wasn't wearing any pants."

"Wow!  Was that because he hoped you would come round?"

"I think so.  I slipped my hand in and pulled out his cock."

"Was it massive?"

"I think slightly bigger than mine.  He then suggested we went upstairs.
'A bed is so much easier to have fun on than a sofa, don't you think?'  He
led the way upstairs to his bedroom.  It was a smallish room, none of the
rooms are big in those terraced houses.  But what struck me were the
pictures.  Photos of naked men all over the walls.  Some of the men just
posing, and others doing things, even twos and threes doing things
together.  'Like them?' he asked.  'Yea.  You take them?'  'Yes.  Mostly
friends of mine.  I do a lot of photography, of all sorts.'  'Will I end up
on your wall?'  'Only with your permission.  But now I'd like the fun of
undressing you.  One of the delights of a first time is undressing someone,
and discovering the delights revealed.'  He stepped up to me, but before he
started undressing me he gave me a soft kiss.  One soft kiss led to
another, and soon tongues were exploring, and his hands were feeling my
back and butt.  Then he pulled away and started undressing me.  When he had
my shirt and vest off, he kissed, and sucked my tits.  He's a real expert.
Then he undid my trousers and removed them so I was standing there in my
pants.  My cock was ramrod hard, and there was a large wet patch on
them. 'You've got a big cock, Inky, I can see that already, and loads of
precum too.'  He fondled my cock and balls, and then kneeling in front of
me, he slowly lowered my pants.  'Wonderful.  A teenager in all his glory.
I don't often do that these days.'  He kissed and nibbled with his lips,
and then licked and finally sucked my cock.  'I shall cum' I said.  But he
just carried on, and I shot a load into his mouth.  He then lifted me up
and put me on the bed.  We lay together, and he continued to kiss and feel
me.  I don't think my cock slackened off at all."

"You always were a horny bastard," I said.

"Then he turned me on to my front.  He got some Vaseline or something, and
with his finger began to prepare me.  'I can feel someone has been up here
before,' he said.  I was very relaxed, and then he put the grease on his
cock, and got over me, and lowered himself on to me, and his cock into me.
He was so careful, he slipped in so easily.  He lay on top of me, taking
some of his weight on his arms, and he said how wonderful it felt.  It felt
wonderful to me too, Phil.  This massive cock was fully inside me, filling
me.  Then after several minutes he began to move.  I could immediately tell
he was an expert, he'd done it many times before.  I'll do you in the way
he did me.  I learnt a lot.  When he came it was great.  I felt his cock
jerking inside me, and his spunk pouring out."

"Will you go round to him again?" I asked.

"Yes, of course I will.  You're not upset are you?"

"No.  Just a little jealous, that's all."

"Phil, you're my special.  I wouldn't want anything to come between us.  If
you want I won't see him again."

"Thanks for saying that.  No, you see him as often as you like, as long as
we can still have our Tuesdays and Thursdays together."

"I wouldn't want to stop those.  I think it may mean that I can learn from
Godfrey and it will make what we do even better."

I think that afternoon was the first and only time neither of us shot a
load.  We talked together, and he told me further details of what he and
Godfrey had said and done together.  Then we saw the time, and had to get
dressed and downstairs, busy doing our homework.

X-x-x

At school a few days later, Inky whispered in my ear that he had been round
to see Godfrey again, and had had a wonderful time.  When we had the
opportunity, he reported more fully.

"He's a great guy.  He knows how to get me worked up.  He told me a lot
about his story and activities.  Wow.  He is very active, even now.  He
asked me more about you.  Wanted to know what we did, and so on.  He then
asked if you would come round as well.  He said he'd like to see us both in
action together."

"Would he want to join in?"

"Possibly, we could all have some fun.  What do you think, Phil?"

I thought for a moment.  "I'm not sure.  What if I don't like the guy, or
he doesn't like me?  What if you two get going, and I'm the odd one out?"

"He is suggesting he is the odd one out watching the two of us."

"Mmm What if I can't get a hard on with him there watching?"

"Come on, Phil.  Nothing lost, nothing won.  We can only see what happens.
It may be a real opening of a door to some great times for us both.  But
know this, Phil, you will always be special to me.  I like going with other
boys, I like going with Godfrey, but it is you I like going with most.  Not
just for the sex, but also because we are friends, doing other things
together and so on."

"Like homework?"

We both laughed.

It was three evenings later when we both turned up at Godfrey's door.  He
was obviously delighted to see the two of us.  I noticed that he was eyeing
me carefully, undressing me in his mind!  We went into his sitting room,
and Inky and I sat on the sofa while Godfrey got us some drinks, and then
sat in an easy chair.

"So it is good to see you two love-birds.  Inky has told me, Phil, that you
are special to each other, but are open to further activities.  I would
love to watch you two at play, and if it is OK with both of you, allow me
to join in."

Inky and I looked at each other, grinned and then nodded.

"I'm getting hard at the thought," said Godfrey.

"Why don't you let Phil find out what you've got, and give it some air?"
said Inky.

"OK.  Why not?"  Godfrey opened his legs, and I got up and knelt in front
of him.  I undid his belt, and pulled down his zip.  My hand slipped in and
felt this huge warm hairy cock.

"Wow, it's a monster."  I pulled it out into the open.  "I think it's even
bigger than yours, Inky."

I put it into my mouth and sucked it, to the obvious enjoyment of Godfrey.

"You're both experts.  Beautiful cock-suckers, both of you.  It feels great
in your mouth, and every bit as good up your arse, I bet.  You must come
round again."

I continued to suck until Godfrey cried out, "But not too much, I don't
want to cum just yet.  I want to discover what you have hidden away.  But
shall we do that upstairs, where there's a convenient bed?"  He led the way
upstairs into the bedroom.  I knew what to expect, the walls were covered
with photographs of many men, singly, couples, and even a few groups.

"What does one have to do to get framed up on your walls?" I asked.

"Just agree to be photographed, something I'd love to do of you two."

"We'll have to think about that," said Inky.

Godfrey's attention was on me.  He was into his undressing mode.  Stage by
stage, or garment by garment he undressed me.  Somewhat to my surprise he
began with my shoes and socks.  "It is said that these are the least erotic
of garments and should be removed first."

When I stood naked in front of him I suggested that I did it to him, which
I did.  Inky was meanwhile watching our progress.  It was the first time I
had really seen a mature man's body.  Godfrey was about six foot, dark
brown hair, and a hairy chest.  His cock was about the same size as Inky's,
in other words a little bigger than mine, but it was thick, with a big
head.  We stood hugging and kissing.

"I want you, Phil.  I want to fuck you."  His hand fondled my buttocks and
was now stroking my hole.

"If I can take it.  But take care."

Godfrey handed me some lube and I prepared myself while he prepared his
cock.  "You lower yourself on me for starters.  Then you are in control,
and can ease off whenever you want."  He got onto the bed and lay on his
back, his cock sticking up like a submarine periscope.  I got astride him,
and began to lower myself.  To my surprise, he slipped in easily.

"There you are, no problem, young man.  All those times with Inky have
taught you the need to be relaxed."

"How would you like it now, Godfrey?" I asked.

"On your side.  Then my hand can feel and hold your lovely cock, and I'll
try to make us shoot at the same time."

We repositioned ourselves, and his cock slid into me easily.  It felt very
good.  I could also feel his hairy chest against my back; he was much more
hairy than Inky.  Godfrey took his time, while Inky stood watching and
obviously enjoying the sight, a large bulge in the front of his trousers.

"Why don't you take those off, before you get a wet patch on them." said
Godfrey.  "And we can enjoy the sight."

Godfrey did succeed in getting the two of us to cum together, with Inky
shooting his load a few minutes later.

Inky and I continued our twice a week sessions at his house, and once a
week, usually on a Wednesday, we went round to Godfrey's for our threesome.
This arrangement went on for several months.  When we suggested we might
come round over a weekend Godfrey said no, he was often out over in a
weekend especially when the weather got warmer.  He did not explain, and we
did not ask.  They were also the months of our preparation for the final
set of public exams at school.  I know you readers will find it hard to
believe, but we both worked hard.  The exams came and went.  We waited for
the result in several weeks' time, but we were free.  My father said he
expected me to take it easy for two or three months.

"You have three years of hopefully hard work ahead of you at University.
Then you will be working.  This is the last time until you retire when you
can wake up in the morning and have nothing essential to do."

My last exam was on the Monday, and Inky finished on the Wednesday
afternoon, so we went round to Godfrey's that evening.  It was a typically
good session.  When we told him we could now come round more often, if he
liked, he said we were always welcome, but to tell him when we were coming.
We suggested Friday.  "Fine," he said.  "Expect you at the usual time."

We arrived at his place about seven o'clock and we had barely sat down with
our customary drink and catching-up-with-news chat, when the door bell
rang.

"I wonder who on earth that can be!"  said Godfrey, getting up to go to the
door.  "If it is J.Ws. I will get rid of them."  He disappeared and we
heard the surprised voice of Godfrey, and then the front door closing and
two people coming back.  The door opened, and a tall handsome man came into
the room.

"May I introduced you two boys to my close friend Adrian: Adrian, this is
Philip and this is Inky, sort of short for Inigo."

We shook hands.  Adrian looked as though he was a few years younger than
Godfrey, he had long wavy chestnut colour hair, which was bunched up into a
pony tail.  He had light brown eyes.  I saw him look at Inky first, and
then he turned to me.  His eyes examined me, I felt as though my clothes
had been removed and I was naked before him.  He examined me and I felt he
did not find me wanting.  He gave me the slightest of smiles.

"I have known Adrian for nearly three years.  We usually spend the weekend
together, it is not often that he pops round midweek.  He likes the same
things as the two of you."

"So, Godfrey, have you been keeping these two sexy young men to yourself,
having your wicked way with them, and not telling me?"

We all laughed.

"So tell me about yourselves.  Are you still at school, or working?  Do you
live nearby?"

We told him about ourselves.  I was conscious how he looked at me, smiled
at me, far more than to the other two in the room.  We must have talked for
about half an hour.

"Well, Inky and Phil, what do you say?  Shall we let Adrian join in our
games, or shall I send him packing?"

Inky and I looked at each other, and what we saw in each other's eyes told
us we were agreed.  "Yes," was our reply, with some enthusiasm.

Inky led the way upstairs; I followed, and Adrian was next, with Godfrey
coming up after he had taken the glasses into the kitchen.  As we went up
the stairs, I felt Adrian's hand fondle my buttocks.  I turned to look at
him, he smiled and winked.

"Let's undress this newcomer," said Inky.  So we set on him, and in no time
we had him stark naked, much to Godfrey's amusement.

"That's not fair!  All the rest of you are fully clothed," said Adrian.

But we were not fully clothed for long.  We were soon all naked.  We
quickly formed pairs.  Adrian's attention was almost totally on me, and
Godfrey and Inky were more than happy to play together.  I certainly
enjoyed the attention and he was skilful.  I know we ended up with him
fucking me.  He prepared me so carefully, and when his cock was in position
it slipped in so easily.  It was a wonderful fuck.  Godfrey was good, but
this Adrian was certainly better.  The others had a good time too.  It was
agreed that we must do it again.  As we were leaving, Adrian pressed a slip
of paper into my hand and put a finger to his lips.

When I was alone I read it.  "I enjoyed my time with you, would like to
continue. Don't tell Godfrey, as I think he would find it difficult to
think of us seeing each other with out him."  Then he gave me his telephone
number and address.

The rest of that summer was a wonderful time full of sexual activity,
sufficient to get close to satisfying two lusty teenagers.  Inky and I
continued to see each other on Tuesdays and Thursdays, though now it could
be for much longer as it was no longer just an after school assignation.
We usually went round to Godfrey's once a week; sometimes Adrian joined us,
but I saw Adrian on at least one evening a week.  I told Inky that I was
seeing Adrian, which was only fair, as Inky was my special friend.  Godfrey
remained in ignorance of what was going on between Adrian and me.  But it
was to be all change in the autumn.


XXX

Jeffrey Fletcher - jeffyrks@gmail.com