Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2005 12:18:25 -0800 (PST)
From: BobWho <bobbajobba@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer With Sparky Chapter Three: Sparky, Tom and I

The last week of the school year turned out to be a
very busy one for us. As well as rehearsals for the
school concert (we sang in the choir) Billy and I
spent every spare moment in his or my bedroom
practising Billy's new talent. His sudden ability to
produce spunk fascinated us. I was a little bit
jealous, especially when he tried to explain how great
it felt, but I was happy to join in with his wanking
sessions.

We started off playing with our own cocks, but soon
realised it was more fun playing with each other's.
Although I hadn't managed to cum yet, Billy still
worked my cock hard - he seemed as determined as I was
to make me cum.

His own spunk was getting easier to produce, and more
plentiful, as we started to learn what made him feel
good. I'd even tried to make him cum by sucking his
cock, but, in spite of the fact that he'd enjoyed it
very much, I'd had no success so far.

Our wanking marathons came to an abrupt halt on the
last day of term (exactly a week after Billy's first
spunk had been licked from the tip of his cock by
Sparky's friend Simon).

After the concert Billy and his parents went straight
to the airport to catch a flight to Tenerife. It would
be another seven days before Mum, Dad and I flew to
the Greek island where we would spend our two-week
holiday.

The first Saturday of the school holidays was oddly
empty. Normally I'd be on a plane, looking forward to
two weeks of sun and fun, but because of Dad's work we
were going a week later than usual. All my friends had
already left or were leaving today, so I was in a
gloomy mood.

I sat in my bedroom that sunny morning, wondering
whether or not to visit Sparky. I hadn't seen him
since the afternoon he'd fucked Simon, but as we'd
left his house, Sparky had told us to drop by anytime.
Even so, I was sure he wouldn't want a kid hanging
around him all the time.

After a bit, I decided to go to the park that was
overlooked by Sparky's house. If Sparky was at home,
then he might see me and ask me in. If he wasn't, then
I'd just ride my skateboard for a while.

Once I got to the park, I skateboarded past Sparky's
house a few times, pretending I was practicing my
jumps. I felt that he was at home - I could see his
motorbike sitting in the drive, and I thought I could
make out a figure standing at the window, though I
couldn't be sure.

A few minutes passed, and Sparky hadn't appeared.
"Maybe he's busy," I thought to myself. "Maybe he's
out."

A few more minutes passed as I zoomed up and down.
Finally I made up my mind to ring the doorbell, so I
tucked my skateboard under my arm and walked up the
drive.

The door opened before I'd even touched the bell.
Sparky stood in the doorway, wearing a sleeveless vest
and a pair of tight shorts that showed off his bulging
cock and hairy legs to perfection.

"Hi, wee skateboarding man. We thought you were never
coming in," said Sparky.

Puzzled by the 'we', I leaned my skateboard against
the wall and followed Sparky through the hall into the
living room. A big man, wearing a checked shirt and
blue denim jeans, was standing by the window. The man,
who towered over me, grinned broadly and held out his
hand, bending down as he did so.

"I'm Tom," he said in a deep voice. "You must be
Robbie."

I nodded shyly and shook his hand. Tom straightened
up, scratched his closely cropped blond beard, and
gestured towards Sparky with his thumb. "Though why
you'd be a friend of this hairy little cockhound, I'll
never know!"

"Go fuck yourself, you ginger cum-dump," said Sparky,
punching Tom on the shoulder.

Tom crooked a thick arm tightly around Sparky's neck
and gave his head a hard knuckle-rub. "That's 'blond'
cum-dump, you fuckwit!"

They were both grinning as they said these horrible
things, so I guessed that they weren't serious.

Physically, Sparky and his friend couldn't have been
more different. Sparky was short, dark, slim, and his
haircut was so severe his head was almost shaved. Tom
was very tall and muscular, and his long blond hair
was pulled into a ponytail - Tom looked just like the
picture of a Viking I'd once seen in a history book.

"No little friend for us to play with today?" asked
Sparky, glancing towards Tom.

I explained the holiday situation. Sparky grinned and
said that he and Tom would do their best to cheer me
up.

There was a pack of playing cards on the coffee table.
Sparky asked me if I knew any card games. 

"Only 'Begger-My-Neighbour'," I replied. My Granny had
taught me to play one rainy holiday at her house by
the loch a couple of years ago.

"Great," said Sparky, rubbing his hands.
"'Bugger-My-Neighbour' it is, then."

We sat on the floor round the coffee table. I drank a
glass of cola while Sparky and Tom swigged from tins
of beer and shared a sweet-smelling little cigarette.
I asked Sparky to let me taste his beer. He passed me
his tin and I had a little sip, but I didn't like it
much.

We played a few uproarious games. Tom was a really
good player. He won most of the rounds, and I won the
rest.

"OK, you two fuckin' smartarses" said Sparky
eventually. "Let's raise the stakes. 'Strip
Bugger-My-Neighbour'!"

"Save us all some fuckin' time and whap your big
salami out now, spunkmeister," laughed Tom, "coz I
don't know what stinks worse: your card playing or
your cheesy cock." I laughed at the joke along with
the two men, but I didn't really understand what it
meant.

The rules were agreed - the penalty for a face card
was one piece of clothing, and two for an ace. Naked
and you're out. The winner was the last one standing.

The edited highlights: 

Sparky turned over a king, and he slipped his
sleeveless top over his hairy chest.

I turned over a queen, and took off my tee shirt.

Sparky turned over an ace, and off came both his
shoes.

Tom turned over a jack, so he took off his shirt. (I
noticed he wasn't as hairy as Sparky, though he had a
nice patch of light blond hair on his muscular chest.)

The game went on. We cheered and clapped every time
some clothes came off.

Sparky was first out, as expected, but complained
bitterly that he was at a disadvantage. Tom had no
sympathy for him: "Next time wear some fuckin'
underpants then," he growled. 

"You can't cage a cobra, pal," said Sparky.

"Maybe not, but you can stick your cock in a jock!"

"But only if he's cute!"

Again I joined in with laughter I didn't really
understand. 

Sparky watched Tom and I finish the game, idly playing
with his semi-hard cock, 

It was a very close. I was down to my pants and one
sock and Tom was only wearing a pair of tight briefs,
when I turned over an ace. Tom and Sparky cheered as I
took of my remaining clothes, then Tom stood up and
started doing a victory dance round the living room.

Sparky winked at me, and then sprang to his feet.
"Right, you cocksucker!" he yelled, and threw his arms
around Tom's broad chest. Tom's song of victory was
reduced to a strangled squawk as he was wrestled to
the floor. Sparky sat on Tom's chest and pinned his
arms to the floor with his knees and hands. He slapped
at Tom's face with his stiffening cock.

"Quick Robbie," he yelled.

I dived over to them, and grabbed hold of Tom's
bulging briefs. I managed to pull them over his
wriggling hips. Tom's long and slender cock stirred
into life as I did so, and started to rise out of its
blond nest. I had his pants pulled over his knees when
the bigger man finally broke Sparky's hold, and the
two of them rolled over and came to rest with their
position's reversed - Tom was now sitting on Sparky's
chest and had him overpowered.

"Say you're sorry, monkeyboy!"

"Lick my hairy arsehole!"

"In your fucking dreams, matey! Now beg like a good
cockhound!"

"Help me Rob"

I leapt onto Tom's back and wrapped my arms around his
chest and my legs around his waist. Tom gave a shout
of surprise and let go of Sparky's arms. In an instant
the three of us were rolling across the carpet,
wrestling, wriggling and laughing.

We came to rest in an exhausted tangle of arms and
legs. Sparky was lying on his back. I was lying face
down, half on Sparky and half on the carpet. Tom was
lying face down on top of me.

Tom rolled onto his side, wrapped his muscular arms
around my waist, and pulled me close to him, my back
against his broad chest. He moved one hand up to my
head and started running his fingers through my hair.
He bent his head down, put his nose into my hair, and
inhaled deeply. Sparky watched as I reached up and
brushed my fingertips through the soft blond hair on
Tom's forearms.

We lay like this for a few minutes. The room was
silent apart from the sound of Tom's breathing in my
ear.  Eventually Sparky rolled onto his side and lay
facing us. He moved forward until he was pressing
against me. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed my
cheek against the thick mat of short wiry hairs on his
chest.

Tom took his hand and traced a line with his
fingertips slowly down the side of my chest and
stomach, stopping when he reached my waist. He
transferred his hand onto Sparky's hairy thigh, then
slid his hand up, ruffling the hair, until his hand
came to rest on Sparky's bottom.

Tom pulled Sparky in towards me, and at the same time
pushed forward with his own hips. I felt a growing
pressure. I looked down and saw Sparky's thick,
hardening cock wedged between our stomachs. I realised
I could feel hardness against my bottom - I guessed
that Tom's long cock was stiffening too.

Sparky reached across and, mirroring Tom, put his hand
on Tom's arse. Sparky now pulled at Tom's hips - I
felt increased pressure from Tom's now rock-hard cock
and big balls on my bum. Soon both men were rubbing
their stiff cocks against me.

Sparky opened his legs slightly, allowing my small,
throbbing cock to slip between his thick thighs. Once
trapped there, I joined in with little thrusts of my
own - ever hopeful of cumming like a big boy.

We writhed on the floor like a strange alien creature.
My mouth found Sparky's big nipples. I licked and
sucked them, then gently bit and chewed them. Sparky
started moaning as I did so, and thrust forward with
increased force. I felt as though I was going to be
crushed between these two men's massive cocks, but I
didn't care - I'd never felt so happy. 

Strong waves of pleasure were emanating from my cock.
I really felt as though I might cum at last, but it
wasn't time yet.

Tom's breathing grew harder and harder, until he
stopped thrusting, and started gently rubbing his cock
between my arse cheeks. He held his breath. Without
him making a sound, I felt the warmth of Tom's spunk
as it pumped out of his twitching cock.

No such finesse from Sparky though. Just as Tom had
started breathing again, Sparky gave his customary
loud groan as cum started jetting from his cock. It
splattered my face, and liberally coated our chests
and stomachs.

After his breathing had started to slow, Sparky
wriggled down until his face was level with mine. He
put his hand behind my head, pulled me towards him,
and kissed me on the lips. After a few seconds I
jerked away from him with a surprised gasp. While
Sparky and I had been kissing, Tom had crept further
down behind me and was now licking his own cum from
between my arse cheeks.

Tom licked my hairless balls, then lapped his way
right the way along the crack and back again. He
paused both times to flick my arsehole with his
tongue. I could never have imagined such intense
feelings. 

I was disappointed when Sparky stood up and dragged
Tom away from my arse. "C'mon, spunk-junky" said
Sparky as he dragged Tom to his feet. Tom growled,
grabbed Sparky around his waist, and wrestled him to
the floor again.

I watched, laughing, as Tom scooped up some cum from
Sparky's chest and smeared it onto his protesting
face.

They wrestled like this for a few more minutes, and
then Tom finally stood up and helped Sparky to his
feet.

"C'mon, kiddo," said Sparky, "let's get you cleaned
up." He reached down, grabbed hold of my waist, and
lifted me into the air. Sparky spun me around, and
then turned me upside down. Gripping my legs tightly
to his chest Sparky carried me, still upside down, to
the bathroom. My face was pressed against his
softening cock, which was still slimy with cum.

Breathing in the smell of Sparky's spunk and sweaty
balls, I felt an overwhelming desire to beg Sparky and
Tom to run away with me to a place where we could
laugh and wrestle and fuck; where every day was like
that sunny Saturday in June.

To be continued in "Greek Love".

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