Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2016 12:19:34 -0400
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Rocker Part Six

The Rocker Part Six
© Van T Z Boi

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	"Can I do it?" he asked and I stared at my best friend, my mouth
dropping open.

   	For a moment I froze, here I was with my best friend, my childhood
mate and here he was asking for something that I knew was about to change
the nature of our relationship. As my mind whirled the one thought that
came to me was `What would Ted do,' and I felt sure I knew the answer to
that. Terry was not Sam; Terry was part of my life whilst Sam was just
another kid in my year; yet Ted was also now a part of my life; and
becoming a focus in my life. I looked at Terry's face, there was a fear and
yet a curiosity in his eyes. He blinked but whilst he lowered his eyes we
did not break contact. "You sure?" I asked him. He blushed and nodded. I
made up my mind. "Ok drop your trousers and pants," I told him. He gave me
quizzical funny look but he tremblingly undid his trousers and yanked them
down taking his grey off white briefs with them, his boyish cocklet was
stiff, it was thinner and smaller than mine, His ball sac hung loose not
full like mine; despite the closeness of our ages his body was not as
mature in this respect. "I'll show you what to do," I told him and took his
slim dicklet in my fingers and slowly rubbed just as Ted had first done to
me.
   He moaned and shook as I eased his foreskin down over his pointed pink
glans and I wanked him slowly and then fast, feeling a power within me as I
gave him a pleasure I knew felt awesome. I watched as his mouth opened and
closed and the looks on his face as the waves of that certain pleasure
rolled over him. I must have looked much the same when Ted touched me that
first time. "See," I whispered, "you move the foreskin up and down, up and
over and back down your cockhead," I gently rubbed my fingers around the
edge of his small glans," you do this," he shook as I did it.
   "Ooohhh, oohhhh," he moaned and I had to put my other hand across his
mouth quickly, noises in the shelter echoed easily aboveground, there were
air vents that took any noise as well as the air and you never knew who
might be listening, I was very mindful of how Sam had overheard me earlier.
   "Shh," I hissed.
   "Sorry," he breathed into my hand.
   I took his hand now and placed it on my cock, gently and then as he got
used to it he began to replicate what I was doing. We stood opposite each
other, hands on each other's cocks and using our spare hands to hold onto
each other. The walls of the shelter were dirty and dusty and spidery and
would be a dead giveaway as to where we had been if anyone, especially a
teacher saw the marks on our clothes.  Close now I leaned in and caught
Terry unawares and kissed him on the lips, for a moment he twitched and
made as if to turn away and then he seemed to accept that this was part of
what we were doing. I felt excited and strange and strong, the blood
coursing through my cock was also coursing through my body and my brain.
The excitement of the moment was getting to me and I felt my climax coming,
I broke of the long kiss and turned to one side, "Faster, faster," I urged
Terry, they're coming, my sperms are coming."  Obedient he rubbed as fast
as he could, my thrusting cock and his hand went out of synch several times
and it hurt as he pulled my foreskin down too far but the pain was a part
of it and then I grunted and bucked into his hand, shooting several strands
of white teen spunk into the air, the jets making splattering sounds like
hail falling as they landed on the cement floor. Terry was bent over
watching intently.
   "Fuuuuuccckkk," he said and repeated it several times. He also continued
to rub me and I had to grab his hand as my cockhead was now too sensitive
and it bloody well hurt.
   "Hey stop," I gasped, "that hurts now."
   He looked at me with a new look of adoration in his eyes. "What does it
feel like when that stuff shoots out?" He was confounded and puzzled.
   "A bit like this," I told him and grabbing his dicklet rubbed and
stroked and played with his cockhead until he too gasped and bucked and
thrust his hips as he had his own dry cum.
   "Fuuuuucccckkk," he wheezed again and again and I held onto him as he
doubled over. Finally he stood up and gave me another strange look and then
he leaned forward and kissed me, on the lips. "Thanks," he said; it was
enough, well we were mates weren't we. The whistle sounded and we quickly
dressed and vacated the shelter, the crowds of other boys easily hiding our
stealthy exit. "Fuuck," was all Terry said as we headed back into class. As
we headed towards our different classrooms he spoke quietly, "We can do
that again Dan can't we?" and I smiled.
   "Sure mate," I cackled and the tension between us eased.
   School over Terry and I were walking out of the gate when Mark came up,
his usual gang were with him and he told them to wait outside the gate for
him.
   "Will, er, is Ted going to be at the Club tonight?"
   "I dunno," I had no idea what Ted's plans were but I knew they included
me but I wasn't going to let Mark know that.
   "Oh," he said and then added lamely, " look well you know what night's
we," he stuttered as he remembered I was a different age and that made a
big difference, "well you know when I'm there or," he checked to see where
his mates were and surreptitiously passed me a folded paper, "give him
that, it's my address and phone number," he gave me an almost pleading
look, "you will make sure he gets it won't you."
   "Sure," I grinned a supreme confidence that somehow I had something on a
senior and that gave me a feeling of power, albeit schoolboy power but it
felt great.
   "What was that all about?" Terry asked me, he had watched the scene
unfold with boggling eyes.
   "Ted stuff," I told him and as we walked home I gave him some more of
the details about my new friend.
   "Fuck a real Teddy Boy," he said awed.
   "Nah more a Wild one, like Marlon Brando in that film," I replied, "a
Rocker," well I knew he had rocked my world and its effects were spreading.
We turned into the common, we had to cross it to get to where we lived and
as we walked though the wooded part Terry pointed out we were near one of
our old camps, where we used to play as kids. He turned off the path and I
followed him. Quickly he ducked inside the bushes and we found ourselves,
alone and private. I knew what he wanted.
   "Can we do it?" he started to ask hesitantly.
   "Strip," I commanded him and he did, faster than Bogbreath ever got him
to strip for PE. I stripped too, I was used to Ted's looks as he admired my
nakedness and now I saw another sort of admiration in Terry's eyes as he
caressed my growing cock with both his eyes and his hands. As he played
with my cock, his face close to my dripping cockhead I thought about him
sucking me but for the moment that was special between me and Ted and I did
not want to change that; the memories and experience were too personal to
allow just anyone in. I watched as Terry stroked me, watching him
experiment with me much as I had done with Ted; relishing in being like my
idol at that very moment. I was beginning to understand too about timing,
the need to recognise when to yank rather than stroke, to tease and fondle
and caress followed by the rougher, almost brutal tugs that brought the
extreme levels of personal pleasure. Terry was rough at times, he did not
understand fully as he was so inexperienced but I was really beginning to
work out what I liked, how I liked it and how to get it. I ejaculated; my
streams of teen spunk splattering down over my hairless chest, down on
Terry's wanking hand and as I lay gasping and heaving as it was so glorious
I saw a glob of white adhering to Terry's nose. He was in fact studying the
goo on his hand, playing with it, stretching it, his eyes agog.
   "An this is supposed to make babies?" his query was more for himself
than me.
   Lying there on the grass and leaves I just shrugged my shoulders, the
euphoria of climax was staring to ebb and I was beginning to be aware of
the coolness of the breeze over my naked body, my nipples which had peaked
with sexual desire now peaked at the chill in the air. "Its funny stuff,"
Terry continued on his exploration of my spunk, "smells sorta bleachy," he
sniffed at the string that swung between his thumb and his forefinger, "nah
chorine like, ya know, like at the swimming pool," He sniffed it again and
he thought about it. I watched him and could not help myself.
   "It tastes okay," I tried to sound matter-of-fact like but watched him
from close lidded eyes.
   He looked at me and at the translucent string; a pearly drop had formed
in the middle causing the strand to droop towards his palm. "You can eat
it?" again his incredulous question was more for his own thinking. I nodded
and held my breath, Terry looked at me, narrowed his eyes and then, "Fuck
it," he said and licked the strand from his thumb and his finger. For a
moment he sat there tasting it, you could see that in his face and then he
dipped a finger in the clump that was congealing at the base of my
dick. "S'okay," he said and slurped more from the damp dribbles that were
evaporating on my chest, this time leaning over to use his tongue. He sat
up, there was a slight drool of my stuff at the edge of his mouth and as he
licked his lips, it too disappeared inside his mouth. "Now what?" he asked
looking at me, my cock now deflating fast. I saw his own dicklet was still
stiff if no longer throbbing, in my mind I knew it was his turn.
   "This," I said and taking his cocklet in my hand I began to tease and
work him. Showing him as I talked about what I was doing, letting him see
the effect it was having on his own body. As his own climax approached I
fell silent and just observed as I stroked and rubbed him, soon he was a
pile of trembling, shuddering, writhing teenage hormonal mess and as I
pulled back his foreskin for one last time and just rubbed the edge of his
glans he shouted out loud as his climax broke.
   "Fuck!"he spoke vehemently and I smiled as he lay back gasping and
heaving much as I had. He looked up at me, "Does it feel like that for
you?"
   "Better," I said, "when it happens for me that stuff shoots out and its
awesome. You don't get that bit of it yet but when you do," I giggled.
   He looked down at his dicklet which was also starting to go limp, "I
never knew it would feel so fantastic but," he looked puzzled, " how do you
make babies?"
   "I dunno," and I realised it was true. I knew that the sperm made the
baby but the actual mechanics were beyond me but I knew who to ask. Terry
shivered and I did too, a cooler breeze was blowing.
   "Fuck," said Terry, "better get a move on, look at the time." As we
rushed to get dressed the Town Hall cock rang out, "Five o'clock," hissed
Terry, "my dad'll skin me." Terry's dad worked in the local greengrocer and
had managed to get Terry a part-time job there after school, not that Terry
ever saw much of the money, it all went into the family pot; and Terry was
due there at five o'clock to help clean up and refill the big containers
for the vegetables. "Bugger I'll get a hiding for sure." He ran on ahead,
he needed to change a out of school uniform as well and I hurried back
after him. I was late too but it wasn't so much of a problem.
   I looked outside Widow Parkers but Ted's bike wasn't there. Rob and Tony
were out playing, probably at the local park. Inside my mum had left my
glass of milk and now slightly stale sandwich on the table. I suddenly
realised how hungry I was.
   "You missed the cake," she said, "there was apiece for you but your
brothers," I tucked into the sandwich," anyway why are you so late, you
didn't get a detention did you?"she looked sternly at me.
   "Nah mum, me and Terry were larking about in the park, forgot the time,"
I explained, it was not the first time and probably would not be the last,
missing the piece of cake would have really annoyed me before but after
what Terry and I had done I was in a good mood.
   "You boys," she raised her eyes heavenwards and carried on preparing the
evening meal. The radio was on and she swayed in time to the music,
yesterday's happiness had extended into Monday a rarity for us in those
harsh times. "Wash up the last if those things," she asked when I went to
place my glass and plate in the sink, "the water's still warm enough." I
did what I was told and with Ted on my mind got out my books and started on
my homework, my bike again unattended.
   I worked steadily and carefully, I did not want to lose a moment's time
with him if possible. At no time did I think that I would not see him that
night after all he had promised. Rob and Tony arrived home moments before
dad and I joined my brothers in the bathroom with a lukewarm kettle of
water, warm enough for us to wash before we ate. As we vacated the bathroom
dad went in with his kettle. Downstairs we worked in unison to set and lay
the table.  Monday was leftovers from Sunday with fresh vegetables and
mostly vegetables at that but it was followed by rice pudding in which we
were allowed a spoonful of strawberry jam. It was filling if nothing else,
we drank cold water with the meal and then the ubiquitous pot of tea came
out and we swigged the for us youngsters; milky laden concoction down
happily. Afterwards we scrabbled over who was doing the washing up and
cleaning; at last the euphoria of the wonderful Sunday had gone. I had
washed down the table and was pouring over my books when I felt the throb,
throb of what could only be Ted's motorbike. I felt my heart and cock leap
but kept my head down and got on with my books.
   The knock on the door came later and a pyjama clad Tony opened the door
for Ted. I hear the happy shrieks as Ted threw him up about but I still had
to finish my history essay. Ted bowled in and I swear as he entered the
mood in the room lifted. Even Dad listening as usual to the radio didn't
shout as the noise level rose. Ted ruffled my head but went over to my dad
and handed him a length of wire.
   "That's for the backup radio, I think you'll find that it will improve
the reception, the internal aerial inside is cheap stuff which is why it
sound so tinny," I heard him say and they the two of them got the tools out
and mum supplied the tea and soon my dad was nodding his head happily as
the old radio now made a much better sound.  "Good on you Ted," he grinned,
"now what do I owe you."
       "Nothing Norman," he smiled at my dad, "its just a bit of wire left
over from work today, it would have been thrown away as its too short to be
useful but I knew it would do for the radio, besides you been so friendly
and helpful to me."
       "Okay son," dad smiled, "good of you," and he patted Ted on the arm.
       "Now how's the homework?" Ted was now sitting with me and his hand
slid under the table and in between my legs, finding the lump that was
waiting for him. Our heads came close as we bent over my work and our lips
briefly brushed. "Your handwriting needs some attention," Ted told me and
showed me some exercises to improve it, "a good mechanic needs to be able
to write legibly," he said and I saw dad nodding. I got on with the wrist
twisting handwriting exercises as Ted read over what I had done. "Most of
its good," he told me and my heart swelled, "but," now he tapped part of my
essay. We went over the bit I had got wrong, the way he explained it I
could see and I had to rewrite the last page. "You've got it all," he
grinned, "but your putting it down in the wrong order." I bent to my task
and did not hear him speak to my father. "All done?" he asked and I held
out the newly written page. "Much better," he grinned, "not an A student
but this is worth a B minus at least." I glowed. "Now put on your running
shoes and shorts and vest, your father agrees you could do with toning up
and I need to exercise too so we're going on a run together and we can
clean up after in Ma Parker's bath." I looked across at my dad,
       "Get a move on Danny," he said, "it'll be your bed time soon."
       I shot upstairs and quickly changed. Tony was in bed reading whilst
Rob was just putting his pyjamas on. I was walking or running on air. Ted
was waiting for me outside, he wore tennis shoes, shorts and a rumpled blue
t-shirt.
       "This way," he grinned and shot off down the street, I raced to
catch him up. Around the corner was his bike and on it lay the leather
coat. I knew what to do but Ted stopped me. He held up the coat around
me. "Strip," he urged, I did what he wanted and with just the coat wrapped
around me I sat on the pillion as he stuffed my clothes, including my shoes
into the pannier that he used for carrying stuff in. I felt excited and
exhilarated and was already throbbing with teenage lust. I snuggled against
his back, sliding my cock under his t-shirt so that it rubbed his strong
back. "Hmm someone seems pleased to see me," he whispered and I reached
forward to kiss him, I did not care if anyone saw me.
       He drove quickly away and stopped outside town, there was a gate
that led to a dirt road, empty at this time of the day which led to a small
lake. Ted produced a key for the gate and after locking it behind us we
rode down the dirt track to what turned out to be a lake.
       "It belongs to a local fishing group," he told me as we sat by the
small lake enjoying the suns evening rays. "One of the builders I work with
is the secretary, he told me about this place when I asked him if he knew
somewhere quiet where I could take someone special," `someone Special; that
was me,' I thought up there on cloud nine as we kissed properly, "He lent
me the key saying that it is deserted at night, `course I've got to do some
home electrics for him but that won't be a problem." He kissed me gently,
"and I wanted somewhere special for us, for your first time."
       `First time,' I did hear him say it but I was concerned with kissing
him then.
       "There's a place for a fire too," he eased my lips away from his. "I
want it to be right and nice too," he told me. "Come on loverboy," he spoke
softly and I was so lost.
       Quickly we built a fire, he had brought some off cuts from where he
worked and we found a couple of larger branches in the surrounding wood;
the fire was welcoming, especially as we were now both naked and it felt
good on the soft grass with the heat from the fire keeping us warm and the
midges away. Ted kissed me, not just on the lips but all over; my body warm
from the fire was now hot from his kisses. He sucked heavily at my nipples,
sending waves of delights coursing through my teenage body and I wanted
more. He suckled my belly button, I had never considered it sexy until then
but the nerves around my outer button were tingling by the time he moved
on. He kissed and slicked my cock which was so hard now it hurt and I
wanted more and more. Now he bent my legs upward, I thought he was going to
suck my cock again but no to my surprise he licked me, licked my bumhole
and I squealed and squeaked as new, hotter sensations waved up from my back
passage, especially when his tongue rasped over my bumhole, teasing the
wrinkled skin before pushing and then plunging his tongue inside me. My
legs felt like jelly as these stronger delights washed over and around me
and sent my blood pounding. My bumhole was on fire as his tongue tickled
and licked and slavered around my rear entrance. My cock throbbed and
throbbed as the heated sensations boiled away inside me and I wanted more,
wanted so much more. Ted lifted his head and gently lowered my legs, I
moaned, groaning as his tongue left me.
       "I think you're ready now," his eyes were filled with a blazing
passion as he looked at me and then he moved and placed his cock at my
gasping lips. "Lick me, get me wet as possible," he urged and despite my
heat, my mouth was full of saliva as I coated his cock with my
essences. "That's it loverboy," he urged as my tongue worked his shaft just
as much as he had when at my bumhole. "Oh Danny," his voice was husky as he
moved again, his cock disappearing from my sight and then I felt a wetness
at my bumhole again. Despite the fact he was kissing me I thought at first
it was his tongue again and then I felt the pressure against my body. I was
aware of the heated point pushing at me, the saliva wet pointed prong. I
tensed, suddenly I was scared; scared of what I did not know. "Relax,
Danny," Ted whispered, "You trust me don't you?" I bit my lower lip and
nodded, "Now I'm going to push again and this time I want you to let me
in," `let him in, let him in where?' I did not know did not understand. I
felt the pressure again but this time I was not tense. Ted felt my
surrender, "There will be pain," he told me, warned me and as he thrust
slowly I felt the sharpness, I tightened again, "No, no," he bent his face
over me, "it will hurt at first but afterwards, after, it will be sooo
good, sooo good," his eyes held mine, willing me and I yielded, yielded
fully as he slid in, slid inside me, all the way in. I felt his prickly
hairs roughly tickling my skin. "That's good, soo tight, but so, sooo
good," he whispered silkily, "now lets' rest, get you used to it." I felt
this strange fullness and was conscious that something pulsed inside me, he
twitched and I felt him throb again, just like his cock throbbed when it
was inside my mouth and realisation dawned on me. "That's tight loverboy,
that's me inside you and now your sweet boypussy will be mine forever
more." He sank down on me, I felt his weight press against me, his arms
slid underneath my shoulders and he held my face with his hands. I can
recall every wonderful and painful and exhilarating moment as Ted fucked me
for the first time. The look of passion in his eyes as he kissed me again,
his wonderful tongue exciting me as before, those sweet kisses as his cock
pulsed away inside me for the first time as slowly I adjusted to his
presence. He moved his hips gently; I felt the motion on my torso and also
inside me as his cock slid back and forth for the first time. I felt my
eyes widen then as he touched something inside me, a hot spot that tingled
and sent a hot wave of sheer delight bound through me, he moved again and
another wave hit me; then he started slow deep strokes and kissed me and
stroked my hair. I gasped for air as wave after wave of the strongest
emotions raced up and down my nerves. I brought my hands around his head to
kiss back and as he thrust again and again my body responded and I
instinctively moved my own hips to meet his thrust, feeling his cock rub me
from the inside, a mutual coming together. It felt amazing so I did it
again and again and then he was thrusting harder and harder, faster and
faster, his cock expanding inside me as it pulsed and throbbed as it moved
inside me. His weight pressed against me, I felt his muscles taut against
my stomach, trapping my cock as he strained and tensed as he fucked me; my
teencock was squeezed and rubbed between our bodies, the leaky head slicked
against his pulsing muscles. I was on fire both inside and out and I wanted
this so amazing feeling to go on and on. We bucked against each other,
first fearful, hesitant, now I was demanding, needful as I began that short
climb to my climax, it was excruciating, although the final rush was quick,
the awesomeness of the sensations were mindblowing as finally I shot my
load between our pulsating bodies. But it did not end there, Ted continued
to thrust, his own climax was still to be reached and I experienced the
after climax of ejaculation when those sensations were played upon as his
cock continued to beat up my prostate, my little passion nub sending more
and more chilling thrills through me, more waves of a pleasure that was now
painfully pleasing.
       "Uurgghh, uuurrggght," was about all I could say and it was a
moaning grunt that was pushed from me as he thrust deeper and deeper and
then there was that sudden burst of speed as his cock motored inside me and
then he tensed, froze for that vital knowing moment and then he went into a
spasm followed by the several pulses inside me as his sperm battered the
walls of my boypussy for the first virginal time. He sank down on me, his
lips against me, he was gasping inside my mouth and I could feel his body
heaving as he tried it seems to get his entire body inside me one way or
another and then the world slowed and we melted into one another. Now I
became aware of the outside world; of the last rays of the sun, the warmth
from the fire which was dying down, the cool chill of the evening breeze
that came from the lake, the background noises of the evening night as I
returned to earth.
       "Oh loverboy that was so sweet, so, so sweet," he said huskily his
lips kissing the lobe of my ear as he buried his head alongside mine. I
wanted to stay like that forever and in my dreams I do. Who can forget
their first time, when making love is not just about the sex. I clung to
him desperate for that moment to stay with me.
       All too soon he moved and his cock slipped from inside me and I felt
that dreadful emptiness for the first time. I grabbed him holding him tight
for the first time, keeping him if not inside me then close to me
afterwards. It was a night of firsts. Ted finally pulled away and I felt
strange.
       "Come on loverboy, its' time to go home and we still have to clear
this place up." He leaned down to kiss me gently and just as gently pushed
my encircling arms away. "Your parents will skin me alive and stop us doing
things," he threatened and I knew the wisdom of his words for I knew we
would be doing this again and again, we had to for my sanity.
       I sat up, my stomach was sticky damp from my cum and his sweat and
the cool breeze made me feel yucky. Sex can be so messy sometimes. Ted
stretched and I followed suit, my whole body felt so alive as it had never
felt before. He kissed me again but I knew it was a loving kiss not a let's
do sex kiss.
       He brought out a bottle from his pannier, just coca cola and we
shared it, afterwards he dunked the bottle in the lake, sluiced us both
down and produced a towel to dry us of and then we dealt with the remains
of the fire, pouring water from the bottle on the red embers and ashes. He
slid on his shorts and I draped the jacket around my naked body, somehow I
understood why he had wanted me naked and I rode home the same. We pushed
the bike quietly from the corner of the street, parking it in its usual
place. We held hands as he checked and then he led me inside Ma Parkers
place. In the bathroom he ran a bath and we got in together. It was
wonderful, the bath was one of those long ones which allowed us to lie
almost flat out, well for me at least as I was still short. He threw in
some bath salts which bubbled and smelt nice and it was just so
wonderful. A lot of touching and kissing and fondling went on, we let the
water clean rather than washed each other.
       "Any aches?" Ted smoothed his hands down my waist as he kissed me
and then put his hand between my legs and rubbed my bumhole.
       "No," I said triumphant and happy.
       Towels around our waists we tiptoed to his room. My sport stuff and
his was all jumbled up together on the floor and as I bent down to sort it
out my towel opened and fell to the floor. I was not bothered as I knew I
was in his room and when he grabbed me I just liked the feel of his strong
arms around me.
       "Oh fuck Danny," his voice was hoarse and I was aware his towel was
gone too. I felt his stiff cock pulse against my body as he carried me over
to the bed and laid me on my back.

       To be continued
       End of Part Six

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