Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2009 23:44:07 +0000
From: Josh Cock <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jake Tees Off

If you have read `Jake's Friend' you will already have briefly met young
Jake, but don't worry if you haven't, this is a story, Jake's story, in its
own right, complete in itself, but complemented by its predecessors,
`Jake's Friend' and `Understanding Scruffy.'

I hope you read on, I hope you enjoy; provided of course, that you accept
all the usual disclaimers and your laws allow you to indulge in fantasy of
this nature.


Jake Tees Off

I might be only twelve, and I am only small, but stupid I am not.

I'd seen the guy who gave us fags at the golf club around quite a bit since
I started going there three years ago. I'm not bad at golf, by the way. I
might be a four foot nothing junior, but I can hit the ball a fair way, and
I hit it straight, but that's got nothing to do with this.

As I said, I'd seen the guy around a fair bit; he was nothing special, you
know, neither a moaning old fart like a lot of them, nor someone who paid
any particular attention to me. He'd say `Hello' if he saw me, or I'd nod
to him or something, nothing like enough for me to say I actually knew him.

Then, a few weeks back, a mate I was there with asked him if he could beg a
rizla. The guy asked my mate how old he was, and my mate lied that he was
fifteen. The guy said he looked more like thirteen and gave him the paper
anyway. Then, on his way out, he slipped him another couple so he could
roll another fag later. That was cool.

When I saw him next I was with Ryan and I said to him about giving my mate
rizlas. He grinned and said he had, so I felt it was safe enough to get out
the half a fag I had in my pocket and light it up.

"How old are you, Jake?" he asked when he saw what I was doing.

"Twelve," I said, and Ryan said he was fourteen.

The guy slipped me a fag and told me to put it in my pocket, and then he
slipped one to Ryan as well, before going to tee off on the first.

I was there again with Ryan the following Sunday, and we'd timed it to be
there when we knew he'd be about to tee off, well, about ten minutes
before, actually, just in case there was a chance of another fag.

He came over to us, well, we were close to the tee box, and after all, we'd
gone there in hopes of a fag, so we didn't want to miss him.

"Thanks for the fag last week," I said, as a hint that another one would be
welcome.

He looked at me with a little smile, then, right out of the blue, he said,

"Are you wanking yet, Jake?"

Ryan gave a stifled snigger and I didn't know what to do. I might even have
blushed a bit, it wasn't the sort of question you usually get asked by
someone at the golf club. Or anywhere else for that matter. I'm not the shy
type, though, I've usually got an answer for anything, so it was only a
moment before I said,

"Of course!" or something like that; I'm twelve, remember, and I know it's
not just for pissing with, even if it ain't really big enough to do much
more.

"In that case, you're old enough to smoke, I guess," he grinned and tossed
me a full packet of Lambert's.

I was gob smacked, but no way was I going to turn them down.

Then, as he was going off to play he said,

"Share them with your mate, he's certainly old enough." Then he added, "As
long as it's more than twice a day."

It didn't take a genius to work out he was referring to the number of
wanks, not the number of fags Ryan smoked. Even Ryan worked that out, and
Ryan's not bright.

"Better share them, then," Ryan said, deliberately loud enough for the guy
to hear. I don't know if he was telling the truth or just boasting; I mean,
I play with mine a lot more than that, but nothing comes out of it yet and
perhaps you don't do it as much when you're spunking. Anyway, he certainly
wanted the guy to hear.

Normally we wouldn't have been around by the time the guy finished his
round, but for some reason Ryan wanted to hang about. He said it was
because he thought we ought to say thanks properly for the fags, because
that way we might get some more next week, so we were still there when he
came back to the clubhouse. We weren't smoking because some old fart had
moaned and threatened to tell my father, so it was a bit boring, really,
having fags in your pocket and not able to smoke one.

When he reached us he made some comment about us having got through the
whole packet, or something, and I said we daren't smoke because of the old
fart. He offered for us to go back home with him and we could have a safe
fag and a beer as well if we wanted.

I could see Ryan was well up for it, and I was as well, a beer was a good
offer. He only let us have one as I had to be gone by four, but he did hint
pretty strongly that if we'd have been able to stay longer we could have
had a few more and even something other than a fag to smoke. It was only a
hint, though, and he might have been just teasing, or trying to find out if
we were into weed and stuff.

Anyway, he took us home and that was all there was to it, except I didn't
see Ryan that evening and he's usually out and about by seven.

I didn't see him after school on Monday, like I usually did. He don't have
to get home till five as there's no-one there till then, and we normally
hang about after I've been home and got changed. I saw him later, around
seven as usual and we hung about. I got the feeling there was something
different about him. Ryan's normally the morose type, but this time he was
in a bit better mood than normal. Nothing extravagant, just he seemed a bit
happy.

It was the same all week, not seeing him after school, only in the
evenings, and he seemed to be happier each day. He had a sort of smirk on
his face a lot, seemed quite chuffed with himself, but he never told me
what he was doing every day after school, just said,

"Oh, stuff. You know."

Well. I didn't know. I wondered if he was on something but his eyes were
normal, just a bit brighter and happier than usual, that's all.

Then I didn't see him at the weekend, not anywhere. And, strangely, the guy
didn't turn up for golf on Sunday.

I caught up with Ryan at last on the Monday afternoon. We had half-term so
no school and lots of hang about time. He looked a bit shaken up when I saw
him, but kind of relieved as well, as though something really bad might
have happened, but hadn't.  I asked him where he'd been all weekend and he
wouldn't tell me. So I asked him why he was behaving like he was, it was as
though he'd been hit by a bus and got up and walked away. He told me to
mind my own business, and that's not like Ryan. Normally he spills
everything; he's too dumb not to.

I suppose he noticed he'd pissed me off a bit, so he offered me a fag to
make up for it. When he produced an almost full pack of Lambert's I knew
there really was something I wanted to know about. Ryan never, and I mean
never, has packets of fags, any more than I do. One we don't have the money
to buy them and two, the old bat in the only shop in the village would
never sell them to us anyway. Marched us home to parents more like!

"Where'd you get the fags, Ryan?" I asked him.

He went bright red, then tried to con me he'd nicked them. No way! Only one
shop for miles and the fags are kept right at the back behind the counter,
which the old bat never leaves. He hadn't nicked them, but he hadn't got
them kosher either. Mystery.

So Jake, being the bright little bugger who likes doing puzzles and things,
starts to think. I start to do the detective stuff, you know, start at the
beginning and see how things add up as you go along.

Guy lets kid have some fag papers. Same guy gives two kids a fag each, then
later a whole packet. Guy obviously likes boys, or at least doesn't regard
them as some sort of sub-species. Guy talks about wanking when he gives
over the packet, then asks kids to go home with him for a smoke and a beer,
and is a bit put out we've got to go early.

As I said at the start, I'm not stupid, in fact I'm the opposite. I'm well
undersized, so all my growth must have gone to my brain! You can see where
my thoughts are going. What type of guy likes boys, gives them fags and
takes them home for beer? Boys who are twelve and fourteen.

I'm twelve and looking eight. Not bad looking, either, even though I say it
myself. I must be a paedophile's dream! Since it's only a small village we
don't have a resident paedophile that I know of, so I don't have any first
hand evidence! I don't think this guy was one of them, though. Yeh, he
looked at me, but never in any way that he wouldn't have looked at anyone
else, no hint of naughties in his eyes.

If it wasn't me, then it must be Ryan, and that would explain all sorts of
things like where he'd been all the time and why did he have full packets
of fags.

My learned conclusion was that Ryan and the guy were playing `let's get in
your knickers' games. At least the guy was, and Ryan was playing along so
he got the fags. I never, for one moment, thought Ryan was letting the guy
get anywhere, just, well, you know, sort of keeping him interested so the
fags kept coming.

Of course, that didn't explain why Ryan was behaving so strange, but I was
sure that must have something to do with the guy and what Ryan's got inside
his knickers, not that I'd ever seen in there.

So then I leapt to the conclusion that Ryan was looking and acting like he
was because the guy had finally got round to making a move and Ryan had
done a runner. Being as thick as he is, he probably didn't realise that
anything might actually happen until he felt a hand on his balls. Then
realisation hit him, if he wanted to keep his knickers on, and of course he
would have done, he had to do a runner. Now he was all worked up about his
near miss, and the end of his fag supply.

This, of course, explained everything perfectly, and, having worked it out,
I now wanted the full details. The question being, how to get them out of
Ryan, who was keeping as tight as a duck's arse about it all; but, then, I
guess you don't even tell a mate you been playing a guy along so you get
regular fags.

Be subtle, I thought, that way Ryan won't realise I'm pumping him.

"I reckon you been seeing that guy who wants to suck your cock," I
said. For Ryan, that's subtle.

I expected him to shout at me, possibly even hit me, for suggesting he
might be letting a guy suck his cock. I'd certainly have gone ape if
someone said that to me!

Instead there was complete silence, and even in the dark I could see he'd
gone death white. Fuck me, was it even more than I'd thought? Was he
actually getting his cock sucked? Got him! Now he'd tell me everything
because he thought I already knew it anyway.

"Tell us, Ry," I begged, excitedly. If my mate was getting gobbled I wanted
to know every detail, how it started, how often he got it and what it felt
like. I might be small and only twelve, but my hormones were like my brain,
working overtime, and, like I said, I played with mine a lot.

He muttered something about not being able to tell me and that obviously
meant I was right and Ryan really was getting sucked! Wicked! If I wasn't
so excited about getting the full story I'd probably have popped a boner!

Surprisingly, the thought of my mate getting sucked off by an old guy
didn't gross me out. I thought about it; Ryan's my mate, and I knew the guy
who was doing him; and for some reason I thought that was well horny and my
tiny cock went as hard as it gets at the thought. I wanted to know
everything, and I mean everything. I was already planning on running it
through my mind when I wanked tonight, and that would be as soon as I got
to bed!

"Go on, tell us, please," I begged, but Ryan shook his head.

"Can't," he whispered.

"Yes you can," I pushed, but he still wouldn't and I wondered if he was a
bit uptight about me knowing and maybe thinking he was gay or something
because he let a man suck his cock.

No way is Ryan gay, anymore than I am, but he was getting sucked and I
found that seriously hot.

"I'll never tell," I promised, but even Ryan had enough sense not to fall
for that. That's the sort of thing girls say to each other all the time,
then go and spread everything they've heard round the school in ten seconds
flat. I wouldn't do that, of course, but Ryan had more sense than to trust
me. I needed to try something a bit more persuasive.

"I'll suck you if you tell," I offered on impulse.

Let me make it very clear that I had never before thought of sucking a
cock. I'd only been wanking really seriously for a few weeks and my
thoughts hadn't progressed beyond making myself feel good with my own
hand. I'd seen some porn, of course, what twelve year old hasn't, and I'd
heard all the terms and expressions, but didn't really know what any of
them really meant or involved. I knew getting your cock sucked was supposed
to be good; boys at school are trying to get girls to do it for them all
the time, so I reckoned that if it felt good to have it done, it couldn't
be too bad for the person who was doing it. I reckoned if a stupid girl
could do it, then I could as well, so I was up for sucking Ryan's cock if
it meant he'd give me all the details I was gagging for. As long as he
didn't piss in my mouth, of course!

Again, I expected him to tell me to piss off, but again there was a bit of
silence, then he said, so quietly I could hardly hear him,

"Yeh, ok."

Stunned or what?! Of course, he could be turning it all back on me. If I
backed out now, and then even hinted I might say anything about what I
thought he'd been up to, he could tell everyone I'd asked to suck his
cock. Who'd be the winner then? Not me, that's for sure.

I was still thinking that might be what he was doing, when he said,

"Better go over the range, then."

Shit! He was up for it! The driving range is well hidden, two fields, both
with hedges of trees, away from the road, and a quarter of a mile from the
front of the shelter down to the next field. Even though the shelter's
obviously open at the front and is fairly near the clubhouse, there's no
way anyone can see into it in the dark, and the clubhouse is all locked up
after dark, and no caretaker. So long as we went through the field so we
didn't trigger the security lights, no-one would ever even suspect we were
there.  We used it loads in the evenings to sit and chill out with a fag if
we'd got one.

What sort of mess had I got myself into? I'd only said I'd suck his cock in
the hope it might get him to tell me all the stuff he'd been up to. Sure, I
was willing to go through with it, after all, a deal's a deal, but I hadn't
got a clue how to do it!

We climbed over the wall, nipped through the fields and went into the range
shelter. There were always a few chairs in there for guys to sit on for a
fag or a drink in between hitting balls, and Ryan grabbed one and put it
right in the corner, sat on it and pulled down the front of his trackies.

He was obviously serious about getting sucked, `cos even in the dark I
could see he was already hard, so I was stuffed. I'd offered, he'd accepted
and now I had to do it. I couldn't back out now, a promise is a promise and
if I went back on it, he'd never trust me again.

I could tell he didn't have anything on under his trackies and for some
reason I found that hot, it was almost like he'd come out hoping to get his
cock done. I could see it was big as well. Too dark to see it in any
detail, but it looked big to me. Mind you, I've only ever seen mine and
that's really small, Ryan's was at least twice as long and probably more
than twice as fat. He must have been at least four inches!

I knelt down between his legs and put my mouth round it, really hoping it
wouldn't be gross. It wasn't! It was a bit like having your finger in your
mouth, but then again, it was nothing like it, if you know what I
mean. Body temperature like a finger, hard like a finger, but then somehow
hotter and softer as well, and, of course, a lot bigger.

Not knowing what to do I just held it in my mouth and Ryan sorta sniggered.
"You ain't never sucked before, have you," he stated the obvious.

Of course I'd never sucked a fuckin' cock before! I mumbled a noise that
was meant to be `no'. That was all I could do as I still had his cock in my
mouth.

"Move yer head up and down," Ryan said, "Use yer tongue to lick round it
and poke it inside me foreskin. And mind yer teeth," he added.

I wondered how Ryan knew about cock sucking, but then he was two years
older than me, so I guess that explained it. Anyway, I did as I was told
and must have been doing it ok, as he started to make little noises and
move it in and out of my mouth as well.

I needed to hold it with my hand to keep it from popping out and he liked
that. He told me to wank it slowly while I was sucking it, and again, I did
what I was told.

I was actually starting to quite like it. Ryan's a good mate, but he's two
years older than me and I'm well conscious that I'm younger and an awful
lot smaller, and sometimes he just puts up with me, but now I was doing
something for him he really liked, and that made me like it as well.

I was starting to wonder how long I had to do it for, as my mouth was
starting to get tired, I never thought I was allowed to come of it for a
bit and give my jaw a rest, just had to keep going till he'd had enough.

"You gotta swallow," he said as I sucked him.

How the fuck was I supposed to do that? I could only get just over half of
his cock in my mouth at full stretch, so how was I supposed to swallow it?

"Gonna spunk in a moment," Ryan sorta gasped. "You gotta swallow."

Shit! I'm one dumb dickhead! Of course, Ryan could spunk, I hadn't thought
of that. Now he was gonna shoot in my mouth and I had to swallow it! That
was gonna be really gross! I'd never seen spunk, I just knew from school
that it was what made babies when you shot it in a girl's cunt.

Suddenly Ryan went stiff all over, he gasped and his cock went seriously
hard in my mouth and then I had this hot, slimy stuff coming on my
tongue. I was ready to gag, but it didn't taste bad, and for some reason my
own little cock went well hard when it happened.

I did what I was told and swallowed it and was surprised when I didn't
immediately puke it back up. A bit more dribbled out and I swallowed that
as well. Actually, it wasn't at all bad.

"Nice one, Jake," Ryan grinned in the dark, and pulled his trackies back
up. "That wasn't a bad suck for a first time."

I felt quite chuffed I'd done it ok for him, but I wasn't gonna say
that. Instead I got back with,

"Oh, yeh, and how long you been having your cock sucked, then?"

"A week," he giggled. "Fucking brilliant, ain't it!"

I wouldn't go that far, but it was certainly ok. Mind you, he was the one
getting his cock sucked, so it probably was brilliant for him!

"Now you gotta tell me," I said. I'd done my part of the deal, so Ryan had
to do his.

"Yeh," he grinned, "Now I know you ain't gonna tell."

"Course I won't tell," I said indignantly.

"One condition," Ryan said.

"What?"

"If I tell you everything, you gotta suck me again."

"What, now?" My mouth was still a bit aching from this one!

"No, dickhead," he giggled. "Whenever we come over here for a night time
fag."

I thought about it for a moment, then said,

"Ok, you give me a fag and I'll suck your cock." I thought it was a
reasonable deal; fags are not easy to come by, and, though I'd never admit
it, even under torture, I quite liked sucking Ry's cock.

We both giggled and sniggered for a bit, then Ryan produced his fags and
got going with all the juicy stuff I wanted to hear.

"Fucking shit!" I managed when he'd finished. "You spent the whole weekend
with him having sex?"

"I was naked from four on Friday till ten today," he boasted.

"Fucking hell!" I don't know why but I got hard again at the idea of Ryan
being naked all that time. "And you got fucked?" I said, although he'd
already told me he had.

"Least six or seven times,"

"Fucking hell," I said again. "What's it like, getting fucked?" I wanted to
know. I was well curious. Being sucked was obviously good because Ryan had
definitely enjoyed what I'd just done for him, but having a cock shoved up
your arse didn't sound too much like fun to me.

"Awesome," Ryan said, then told me all about that prostrate thing. I looked
it up on the internet later, and what he said about what it did was true,
but it never said anything about it being there so boys could get
fucked. But I guess they don't put that sorta stuff on the internet, and
anyway, I knew I'd probably want to try it when I was older and bigger.

Ryan still hadn't told me why he'd been in such a strange mood when we met,
though, and my original conclusion that it was because he'd just escaped
from a `fate worse than death' situation was obviously well wrong, so I
asked him outright.

"Thought I'd been busted when I got home," he said.  "Me mother was waitin'
for me and first thing she said was `We need to talk.' I just thought she'd
found out somehow, and I was in deep, deep shit."

"Had she?" I asked, not thinking that if she had busted him there was no
way he'd be here with me now.

"Nah," Ryan sniggered. "She knew something was up, had this big talk about
sex and stuff, told me I was really too young to be doin' it, but knew she
couldn't stop me. Then gave me a packet of jonnies. `Don't want you getting
her pregnant,' she said and left it at that!"

"Fucking hell!" I muttered. In my experience, mother's were never that
wrong!

"I almost laughed, felt like telling her I couldn't get pregnant!"

"Might not have been the best thing to say," I giggled, picturing the
scene.

"Nah," Ryan agreed "But she ain't grounded me an' I can keep on havin' lots
a fun!" Then he giggled and added, "Even more now."

I knew he meant the extra fun was the stuff we'd be doing.

"Wicked!" I agreed.

"You get loads of weed as well, when you're with him?" I asked, changing
the subject a bit. I've only smoked it once or twice and I was well
jealous.

"Only at weekends," Ryan said seriously. "He don't want me goin' home
wasted."

"Cool," I agreed, that made sense.  "And booze?"

"Same," Ryan told me. "Vodka and coke usually."

"Shit!" I was jealous as fuck!

"Getting' shagged when you're pissed and stoned is awesome." Ryan rubbed it
in.

"Lucky bastard!" I snarled.

"You should get a night free this week, then you could have some as well,"
he offered.

"Yeh," I said, not too hopefully.

"Friday would be good," Ryan said, pushing me a bit.

"I'll try," I said and we worked out a story that might get me a night out
without parents getting suspicious. Someone was bound to be having some
sort of half term do and we could say we were going and would be crashing
overnight.

"Cool," Ryan grinned, then went serious again.

"You mustn't tell him you're suckin' me, though," he said.

"Why not?" If he was sucking Ryan, and fucking him as well, he wasn't going
to be bothered if I was getting some as well, was he?

"I promised him me spunk was all his," Ryan giggled, "Now you'll be
getting' some of it as well."

"Will he mind?" I asked, just a bit bothered in case Ryan lost out on some
of the bonus things he was getting, which meant I might miss out as well. I
also hoped he didn't tell Ryan he mustn't let me suck him – by now I
really rather fancied doing it for him a few more times!

"Nah, probably not," Ryan said, "But I'll tell him about you in the week,
when I set up Friday with him."

"Ok," I agreed.

I met Ryan in the evenings all that week and he gave me more details of
what he was doing in return for me sucking him. I got to think spunk was
always thin and watery, but, of course, Ryan's was the only spunk I'd had
and he'd always pumped his major load down his guy's throat only a couple
of hours before he met me. I had no idea about reloading times and, of
course, all I was getting was the left over's.

He showed me one or two things as well, getting his hand under my top and
feeling me all over, playing with my nipples and even kissing them once or
twice. That felt well, strange, but, for some reason, it always got me
hard.

I wasn't at all sure about snogging, though. Are boys supposed to snog each
other? Ryan told me he'd done it first when he was wasted so he didn't
really know what was going on. I wasn't wasted, and I really didn't know if
I wanted to, but Ryan said he did it all the time now and it was well
sexy. So I let him try it with me for an extra fag, and once I got into it,
I knew what he meant. It made me wish he'd do some of the things to my
little cock that I did for him, but he never did.

The Friday was different, though! I'd teed off my sex life in the driving
range shelter with Ryan, but, believe it or not, I had no idea he was
planning on using his putter on my hole! Was I innocent, or what!

It was straight down to business as soon as we got there. I'd managed to
convince parents that'd I'd be fine, dossing at a mate's overnight, and the
guy picked us up at about four. By half past we were on his sofa, Ryan in
the middle, and we all had a joint in our hands and a glass of booze on the
table.

"You sure he's safe?" the guy had asked Ryan before he produced the weed.

"Told you, he's been snoggin' and suckin' me all week," Ryan giggled, "So I
guess he's safe."

"Good start," the guy grinned.

By the time we were half way through our joints, the guy had his hand under
Ryan's top, and Ryan had a hand under mine, and the more of the joint I
smoked, the nicer Ryan's hand felt.

When we finished our joints, the guy said,

"Come on, Scruffy, give us a kiss," and he peeled of Ryan's top and went in
for some serious tongue wrestling.

It was the first time I'd heard him call Ryan `Scruffy', and later on I
adopted it. Whenever Ryan and I went out for some sex I called him
`Scruffy', and other times, like when there was other people around, he was
`Ryan'. It was like, when I met him in the evenings, and I weren't sure he
was up for it, I'd say something like `Hi Ryan,' and if he said, `Scruffy',
I knew I was in for some cock sucking.

Anyway, I watched the pair of them snogging away, and noticed the guy's
hand didn't always stay above Ryan's waist and it wasn't long before he
started to get inside Ryan's trackies. Ryan obviously didn't want that,
because he dragged his trackies down so the guy could get at him properly!

I just stared! It was my first good look at Ryan's cock, remember I'd only
ever had it in the dark, and I made sure I had a real good look. It looked
huge when I compared it with what I knew I had, no wonder it sometimes made
my jaw ache! Nice cock, though, I thought, and I have no idea why I thought
that, but it did look good, really hard with a quite prominent head and a
long foreskin, just like mine, though my helmet was more torpedo shaped
than Ryan's.  I watched fascinated as the guy squeezed him, stroked him and
fondled his balls, right in front of me. It was well horny! Like watching
real live porn a couple of feet away. My little cock was absolutely rigid!

When he'd had a decent meal of Ryan's tongue, the guy got up to get some
drinks. I didn't get asked what I wanted, I just got another vodka and
coke, same as Ryan.

The moment the guy let go of him, Ryan was straight on to me. He just
pulled me into him and shoved his lips against mine. Of course, I'd snogged
with Ryan two or three times by now, so I knew what to do. I was pretty
stoned as well, so I just went for it and Ryan was right, doing it stoned
was bril, you just went for it and loved it.

He got my top off and started feeling me all over while he snogged me, then
I felt his fingers starting to undo my jeans. All I thought was `At last
he's gonna feel my cock. About fucking time!'

I don't know how long we snogged or how long the guy was watching us
snog. The first I knew he was there again was when he pulled my trainers
and socks off and then started to pull my now completely undone jeans
down. I had to lift my bum so he could get jeans and pants off, but that
was ok, I didn't have to stop snogging Ryan to do it.

"Nice," I heard him say, then I felt his hands all over me, he never missed
an inch from my knees to my shoulders, and some inches he spent quite a lot
of time of even though there weren't many of them!

That was the first time I'd had someone else's hand on my cock and I loved
it, his hands and Ryan's competing with each other to feel me all over and
play with my little prick, and I remember vaguely wondering what came next.

Another joint came next, and I was already wasted and up for anything. I
knew these were really naughty games we were playing, and, being twelve, I
played with enthusiasm just because they were naughty.

"What you reckon, then?" Ryan asked the guy, who gave me a good long look
before saying,

"Very nice. Bit young for me, but I wouldn't kick him out of bed. Looks as
though he snogs well, and I wouldn't mind his mouth round my cock." He
winked at me and added, "And, of course, he'll grow up."

Ryan and the guy both got naked as well, so we could all be comfortable and
feel any bits we wanted to feel. The guy's cock was massive! It made Ryan's
look small and I did wonder how the hell Ryan took it up his arse.

The guy got me to sit on his knee, then pulled me close and went for my
mouth. I knew what I was supposed to do, so I did it and opened up so he
could get his tongue inside, and being just that bit stoned, I didn't hold
back. He had just a hint of stubble and it was a bit scratchy, but I didn't
mind too much. I did prefer snogging Ryan, though, even though Ryan had
never squeezed my arse when we snogged, like this guy was doing now.

He stuck his hand back down and started playing with me again, and I really
did like that, especially when he started sort of twiddling my foreskin
with his thumb and finger. I'd not done that to myself, but I was
definitely going to include it in my bed time routine from now on!

His massive great cock was really close to my hand and I was tempted to
have a feel of it, but didn't know if I was allowed. Ryan must have read my
mind because I heard him say,

"Have a feel of it, Jake, you'll love it."

I wasn't sure about loving it, but I certainly wanted a feel, so I reached
out and grabbed it. It really was huge, I couldn't actually get my hand
round it, but it must have been ok, because the guy started to make the
same sort of noises Ryan made when I sucked him, only difference being the
guy was making them while he was still snogging me!

He finally released my mouth, then put his hands on my head and started to
push me down. I guessed what he was after and went down between his legs
and started to have a suck. I could only get the head and just a bit more
in, but did my best and was rewarded with lots more encouraging noises.

"Fuck me," the guy sort of croaked when I had to have a break because of
jaw ache, "You are one good cocksucker. You are going to be seriously nice
to know by the time you're fourteen."

He lifted me back up and gave me a nice cuddle, then rolled me around so he
could get his mouth on my little prick. I never expected to get it done for
me because I'm so small, but he went for it, swallowed all my cock and got
my balls in his mouth as well. I have to tell you, having your cock and
balls in someone's mouth is absolutely fantastic! I guess you got to be
fairly little down there for someone to be able to do it for you, so I
guess the message is, for those who've never experienced it, you should
have got started earlier, before it grew too big.

Ryan must have felt a bit left out, because he shifted me about a bit as
well so I could suck him at the same time as I was having my bits eaten,
and I really liked that.

I know I shouldn't, but I was really starting to enjoy sucking cock, the
amazing feeling of power and control you get when you've got someone's cock
in your mouth; they may be older and bigger than you, but you can turn them
into a quivering jelly just by using your mouth, tongue and fingers. I
already knew I could get just about anything I wanted from Ryan in exchange
for sucking his cock, and now I had this guy giving me weed, booze and a
blow job in return for taking him in my mouth.

What I didn't know yet was that Ryan had designs on more than my cock. Yeh,
I should have done, but, hey, I'm only twelve.

I could feel I was getting Ryan to that point of no return and was just
starting to look forward to him spunking in my mouth when he pulled his
cock free and told me off for trying to get him there too soon.

"No rush, Jake," he whispered. "Anyway, that load's going somewhere else."

Naturally, I thought he meant he was going to feed it to the guy as he'd
promised him all his spunk, but it turned out Ryan had other ideas.

The guy stopped eating my bits when Jake said that, and asked if Jake
wanted him to get me ready for him. I hadn't got a clue what he meant, but
found out soon enough.

I was repositioned again, this time on my knees with my bum in the air and
I suddenly felt a brand new sensation. The guy put his hands on my arse and
used his thumbs to prise my cheeks apart, then I felt something warm and
wet where the shit comes out.

Ryan had insisted I have a good wash back there before I came out and I'd
thought it was so no random smells might be around. I never dreamt it was
so my hole could get eaten as well as my cock!

I felt this sort of funny tickle as he licked round my crack, then
something more intense when he started on my hole itself. This turned into
something beyond words when he began to poke his tongue at the actual
opening and gradually start to get some of it into me. This went on till I
was just a moaning wreck, then it got worse, or better, I suppose. He
replaced his tongue with a finger that went straight up into me. He did it
slowly, but he did it all the same.

I guess he was used to doing this to boys because it didn't hurt a bit,
just felt very, very, different. Even more different when he added another
finger, then another and gently stretched me, ready for Ryan's cock.

"When he thought I was ready he eased his fingers out and said,

"There you go, Scruffy, all yours. I'll get food while you're fucking him."

Ryan got behind me and just put it in me doggy style. I yelled a bit, but
more from shock than anything else; Ryan's cock was smaller than the guy's
fingers and I'd been well opened up.

Ryan had had a few fucks before, of course, so he didn't go mad, but he
still fucked me good and hard and it was only minutes before I was really
into it, the feel of his hard cock pounding away inside me was just
awesome. Then he hit that bit he'd been on about and I went crazy. My
insides exploded, my little prick jerked up and down, solid as a nail even
though nothing was touching it, and I got this amazing feeling as though
all my bones had disappeared.

Ryan didn't stop, though, just kept on fucking me and grunting and then he
went rigid, yelled, and spunked inside me. I knew he'd spunked because I
felt this warm, wet flood inside my arse and realised what he'd meant when
he said his load was going somewhere else than in my mouth.

"Good shag?" the guy asked when he came back after getting munchies
started.

"Too fuckin' right," Ryan managed, though he was still panting from his
efforts. "So fuckin' tight."

The guy looked at me and he could tell from the smile on my face that I'd
come to no harm, and I knew from the way he was looking that he was
wondering if he might be able to get in there as well.

We had our munchies, followed by more weed and Ryan spilled the beans about
how he'd thought if he could get me to suck him he'd probably be able to
get in my arse. Then, of course, I'd done the hard bit for him by offering
my mouth in exchange for his secrets, and he'd been working on getting my
arse from then on.

I thought it was quite funny really. If he'd said he wanted to fuck me I'd
have told him to go and fuck himself, and the same went for him, really. If
the guy had come straight out with `arse for weed' he'd have got a big
`NO', but, of course, cock for weed is a very different matter. Most boys
would probably be up for that so long as it stayed a secret.

We went to bed not long after and Ryan fucked me again, only this time I
sucked the guy while Ryan was up me, and that was really good, having cock
in both ends. Ryan spunked in me again, but the guy didn't shoot in my
mouth, which I was a bit disappointed about, but, as I said, I knew shit
about reloading times and the guy wanted to pump his load up Ryan's arse.

That was quite cool, really, `cos he did Ryan doggy so I could get a
mouthful of cock while he was filling Ryan's hole and this time I did get a
decent mouthful as Ry had refilled and had his prostrate thing well pounded
to force it all out. That's when I found out that spunk isn't always thin
and watery!

So there it was; I'd lost my virginity and loved it. Ryan fucked me
regularly for the next couple of years, and his guy fucked him, so weed and
fags were always available. Then, just after Ryan was sixteen and I was
almost fourteen, Ry gave it up. He found a girl and, as he'd been getting a
bit worried that what we were doing was gay, he just stopped doing it. Of
course, he was fucking the girl instead, so he wasn't going short, but I
was a bit concerned that the fag and weed supply was going to dry up.  I
told Ryan that, and he said I didn't have to worry.

I didn't either, as one Sunday, down the golf club, Ryan told the guy he
was giving it up, but, if the guy was interested, he could have me as a
replacement.

"Same terms," I said, cheekily, I wanted the fags, booze and weed.

"Of course," the guy grinned and offered round his fags.

"Still mates?" he asked Ry.

"'Course," Ry grinned, "An' if she goes tight on me, I'll give you a call."

I was almost fourteen and I'd got taller and bigger in the cock department,
but I still couldn't spunk and I still didn't have one single hair on
me. The guy thought that was super horny, having a fourteen year old who
looked no more than eleven or twelve.

The only thing that was missing was that I still hadn't fucked arse. Ry
never let me have his, he said it was well gay if an older boy got shagged
by a younger one, and anyway, my cock wasn't big enough, but then things
improved there as well.

The guy let me have my first fuck, and a lot more as well, though I don't
suppose it was really big enough to give him as much fun as he gave me.

Then there was this kid in the village that had just started at our school,
only just twelve, and he'd been hanging around me for a few weeks now,
trying to bum a fag or at least a drag from mine, and when I told him what
the conditions were for getting a whole fag he seemed quite happy to go
along with it.

I'm meeting him this evening, about seven, after I've got back from having
my regular Wednesday after school fuck and a bite to eat. I'll have a fresh
packet of fags then; the guy always gives me a twenty on a Wednesday! I'll
start him off with sucking me, but I'm after his arse and I reckon I know
the perfect way of getting it.



I hope you enjoyed the Jake trilogy, I know I did!
Do let me know what you think.

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