Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 09:45:08 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 17
Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws
of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or
prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking
literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself.
Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.
This is a very long tale. It unfolds over a good number of years. What is
true, is true: what is not is otherwise. If you have trouble with the
English educational system let me know. A dramatis personae will follow
after a few installments - there are a lot of characters!
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 9: Continued
Tuesday October 26th 1943
Next morning I awoke and focussed a bleary eye on Matt standing by the
bed.
"Come on, Jacko, time to get up, it's just gone seven! I've just had
a look out of the window, it's a lovely day!"
I was still sleepy, the three wanks had tired me out more then him for
sure. I pulled the bedclothes back and peered down. My pink knob was still
unskinned and it felt a bit bruised and battered.
"Hey, Matt, you gump, you went straight off to sleep and left me like
this. I had to do it to myself 'cos I wanted it too and then my skin
wouldn't go back."
He giggled and bent down over me, "I'm sorry, I really am, Jacko, but
let's have a look!"
My skinny tassel was very thin and scrawny compared with the length
hanging between his legs. He took it between finger and thumb of one hand
and rolled the skin up with the other. It hurt and I winced again. "I'll
do it carefully!"
He held my prick up and dropped a little spit accurately where the
skin met the rim. With a deft movement he made my skin roll back over the
knob. "There you are, all's well, it's done! You'll find it'll go back
much more easily now if you do it every time you have a pee and, of course,
when you jack off. Oh, Jacko, Jackoff! I hadn't thought of that before!"
He laughed and stood up straight.
I sat up and punched out at him just missing a direct hit to his
goolies as he jumped back, "That's enough of that, Tony's already called me
that ages ago!"
He was doing a little dance out of reach, "Jacko, Jackoff, Jacko,
Jackoff!"
I hurtled out of bed and caught him round the waist and in a quick
move he was on the floor with me straddling him. He was laughing fit to
bust and trying to fend me off with flailing arms. Although he was
sturdier than me he was quite helpless with laughter and I began to tickle
him and he became even more powerless to do anything.
In the end I grabbed his prick and began to rub it hard. He just lay
back as it stiffened and then spattered a few drops of come over my leg.
"Christ, Matt, that's four times you've come since we went to bed last
night."
He grinned at me seraphically, "I told you I liked it a lot, didn't
I?"
He put his arms up round my neck and drew me down and put his mouth close
to my ear, "I haven't told you but I've been doing it at least twice every
day and sometimes three times since we talked about it 'cos I don't worry
about it now."
He released me and we helped each other to get up. "Come on, we'd
better have a quick bath and get dressed or we won't get any breakfast!"
As he said this the bell gave a short ring. He put an arm round my
shoulder and we walked into the bathroom, "You know, before then I was very
worried 'cos I didn't know all you lot were doing it so much too! I've
always wanted it more than once every day."
He let go of me and bent over the bath to turn the taps on, the
subterranean rumblings of the water system covering what he was saying. I
was standing behind him and could see the sprouting black hair on the backs
of his legs and, as he bent over further, in the crack between his
buttocks.
"Hey, Matt, your legs are ever so hairy at the back!" I put out my
hand and rubbed his leg. He wriggled his arse.
"Hey, Jacko, wait till tonight we can have a good look at each other
then." He laughed, "Come on, get in the bath and we'll have a real
exploration tonight."
When we got down at seven thirty for breakfast Bran was in his
accustomed place by the back door. As we entered the kitchen he lumbered
to his feet and came over and nuzzled my outstretched hand.
"Hallo, Bran, did you have a good night's sleep?"
Matt snorted and made some remark about talking to a dog whereupon
Bran butted him in the back and made him turn round. Bran sat down and
held out a paw. Matt shook it and said he was sorry for not saying hello
properly. I was stroking Bran's head when the back door opened and Julia's
friend, Diana, came in.
"Oh, hello, you two, I've come to scrounge some breakfast. The others
have gone off to collect some feed for the chickens with that horrible
Sergeant Higgs and I didn't want to get my own so Mrs Crossley said I
should come over." She looked at me, "Sorry about Sunday night, I always
put my foot in it and Mrs Crossley says Elizabeth upset her nephew saying
things about sailing so no one was very polite!"
I murmured that I wasn't upset but the others had taken the mickey but
I could cope with that. She smiled sweetly and was asking Matt about Julia
when Aunt Mary and Mrs Brown came in from out of the scullery or somewhere.
"Ah good you're up and about boys! Plenty to eat this morning like
yesterday?"
I blushed, remembering how piggy I'd been at breakfast and I hadn't
stinted myself at dinner last night. Still Matt was the same and I suppose
two healthy lads needed to keep their strength up - before I could think
more on this theme Diana was chattering away at Mrs Crossley as boiled eggs
were placed in front of us.
"I'll deal with the egg collection this morning, then you and Miss P
needn't come across, is that OK?"
Mrs Crossley said it was and began to cut up a loaf. Diana continued
between banging away at the shell of her egg, "I see Muscles and Mr
Pickwick have started already this morning." She looked across the table
and saw my quizzical look, "Oh, you don't know who they are! They're the
prisoners of war we have to help out, the young one and the one with the
wire specs. I think he looks just like Mr Pickwick, don't you Mrs
Crossley?"
Mrs Crossley smiled and nodded.
"And the younger one, he was sawing wood yesterday and he must have
been hot 'cos he had his shirt off like he did during the summer. He looks
as if he could lift a carthorse, that's why we called him Muscles!"
Mrs Crossley said very gently, "You mean Herr Vogel and Hans. They're
getting our wood store ready for the winter. Major Proctor said they could
do that as there wasn't much else at the moment around the gardens or
orchard. It's lucky Herr Vogel can speak French as I don't know any German
and neither he nor the boy seem to speak much or any English. Still
they're very helpful and I always let Herr Vogel have a few eggs on
Fridays."
I think Diana was quiet through all this as she was pigging herself
and was well into the pot of jam before Matt or I had a chance to get at
it. Mrs Crossley turned to us.
"I've got a few jobs for you today, if you don't mind. I would like
you to go to the village with a parcel for Mrs Fry at the house next to the
Rectory and also collect some things from the Post Office for me. Then,
you could help stack the wood in the cellar. Is that alright?"
We both said it was perfectly alright and were ready to go as soon as
we finished breakfast. Mrs Crossley brought the parcel out from the
scullery and gave us directions which meant a short cut through the grounds
and through a back gate near the church wall. As we got up and went to the
door Bran stood up and began to follow us. Mrs Crossley watched, looking
rather startled.
"I think Bran wants to come with you. It's very strange, he never
goes with anyone usually, he wanders off by himself and then comes back
soon after. Do you mind if he follows you?"
I responded by going over to Bran and putting a hand on his head, "No,
of course not. Come on then, Bran!"
Bran and Matt followed me out of the door, then Bran passed me and
preceded us across the courtyard and behind the stables. As it was the
direction Mrs Crossley had said we should go we just let him take the lead.
Bran got to the gate first and sat patiently until we arrived and Matt
unlatched it to let us through. The lane we were now on led out onto the
main village road and we strolled along until we came to two large houses
side by side. I saw 'The Rectory' on the gate of one and so we all went on
to the drive of the other one.
Mrs Fry was expecting us and was most effusive in her thanks. I said
we had to go to the Post Office and she said it was just past the church.
We set off again, Bran in the lead. When we got to the church gate
Bran turned and waited. Matt looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. He
opened the gate and we went under the arch into the churchyard along the
gravelled path. Bran led us over to a large memorial stone set in the
ground just off the path near the church door. It was the General's
gravestone and there were two further inscriptions on it, one for Piers and
the other for Ann. Bran sat down as we read what it said on the stone.
Then I turned and knelt down beside Bran and put my arms round his neck.
He nuzzled my face.
"I wonder if he comes down here when he goes off on his own?" Matt
asked in a questioning tone.
I stood up, "I don't know, he waited until you opened the gate, didn't
he?"
Matt nodded and we turned and walked slowly out of the churchyard with
Bran following. Matt closed the gate carefully and Bran took up the lead
again and led us to the Post Office and waited outside while we went
inside.
The woman behind the counter immediately said she didn't see that dog
in the village much especially since the General died and wanted to know if
he was a good dog. I said he was and then asked if he ever went to the
churchyard by himself and she said not as far as she knew. We told her
about the way he had led us there and she looked very puzzled and peered
out of the window at Bran in a somewhat alarmed way.
"Lawks, what a dog, it's most queer him doing that. He rarely comes
down here anyway and that's always with Mrs Crossley. I know, I'll ask and
see if anyone's seen him about."
Matt picked up the bag she had ready for us and we said our goodbyes
and set off back to the manor house. Bran again led the way. When we
arrived at the back door Miss P was in the kitchen. I told her about what
had happened and she listened in a very thoughtful way.
"That's all very strange. That memorial stone was put on the
General's grave just before the war started and I can't remember Bran ever
being taken there. I think I'd better tell Mary about it so don't say
anything to her until I've had a chance to talk to her."
We said we wouldn't and that we would go and find Herr Vogel and the
younger POW and help to stack wood. So began a second adventure of the
day. Again, Bran wanted to come and we walked off towards the outbuildings
where we could hear the sound of sawing. As we came round the side of a
barn-like structure we found a large young man with close-cropped blond
hair, stripped to the waist, busy sawing an enormous log of wood. As we
approached he stopped, looked up and smiled at us.
"Grss Gott!", he said in a very cheery way.
Well, well, I thought, here goes, so I replied in kind and then said
in my best German that I was Jacko and this was my friend Matthew -
remembering that it would be Johann and Matthaus in German. He responded
by saying he was Hans-Peter which made me laugh because I then had to
explain that I was too, but Jacques Pierre in French.
His accent was somewhat like Ma's so I asked him where he came from
and it turned out that he was from the Hunsruck but he had been to school
in Heidelberg and I knew that Ma had gone to school in Strasbourg where
granddad had been a professor and that wasn't all that far over the border.
We chatted on for some time because he wanted to know why we were
staying at the Manor House and Matt looking increasingly overawed. I
didn't realise I actually knew so much German but, of course, I had picked
up a lot with Ma switching between three languages.
I was then aware of a soft footfall behind us and then a very excited
interjection from a small round-faced older man, who really did look like
Mr Pickwick, wire glasses and all. This turned out to be Herr Vogel. I
was cross-questioned about how I had learned German and explained that Ma
came from Alsace so I knew French as well. Herr Vogel then changed to
French and when I replied in that language told me he had been a teacher of
French in a school in Karlsruhe, again just over the border.
I then told him that granddad had been a professor at Strasbourg
University. He wanted to know his name and when I said Jacques Fontane, he
got even more excited. He asked if he had taught theology, I was puzzled
by the word which I couldn't translate from French but managed to when he
switched to German. I said I thought so because he was a Reverend as well.
It turned out he had heard of him as he had attended lectures at Strasbourg
and knew the name.
Matt was staring at the three of us as we then reverted to German
while Herr Vogel told Hans-Peter about my grandfather. Matt poked me in
the back.
"What's it all about?" he asked plaintively, "Tell me what you're
saying. I know he said something about your grandfather in French and he
knew him, but what was all the rest, was that in German? I didn't know you
knew German as well!"
I explained to him what we had been talking about. We then arranged
that I would help Hans-Peter as he sawed and that Herr Vogel would push
barrows of logs for Matt to stack. Hans-Peter and I could talk in German
and Herr Vogel would help Matt with his French. Well, time flew by and it
was soon lunch-time. We said we would be back at two o'clock and went back
to the house.
What a lot we had to tell Mrs Crossley and Miss P. Miss P had already
told Aunt Mary about Bran and the churchyard and she was surprised because
she often went to put flowers on the grave but had only taken Bran with her
once or twice. We then told them about Hans-Peter and Herr Vogel and Matt
said he had been complimented on his progress in French.
Miss P and Aunt Mary roared with laughter when they learned that Herr
Vogel had heard of my grandfather and were intrigued to find out about the
pair of them. Aunt Mary said she had always thought that Hans was a bit
slow-witted because he always looked down and blushed when she spoke to
him. I said he had told me that she was a very grand lady and he was going
to study engineering when he went back to Germany. They had a good laugh
at that as well, I mean the bit about Aunt Mary being a very grand lady.
Back at work that afternoon we got through a great pile of logs
because Hans-Peter worked very hard as he chatted away to me. I could see
why Diana called him Muscles, he was obviously very strong and said he
liked keeping fit. He had very powerful arms with big tufts of blond hair
under them. I found out he was nearly twenty-two and he also said he liked
to make out he was bit slow 'cos he was the youngest of the prisoners in
the camp and the rest generally ignored him. He said Herr Vogel looked
after him like a father and was very respected by the others.
I learned there were twenty-five of them in an old house in the next
village and that they had an officer, Herr Major Proctor, a sergeant who
they didn't like, and five privates to guard them. There didn't seem much
need to guard as Hans said they were very happy working on the farms as
most of them were from country areas in Germany and it was very much like
home. He said he didn't really miss his family as he had been away at
school but he was the youngest of five brothers and sisters.
I told him about Ma and her sister in Switzerland and the other sister
in America. We got on very well and I found I was learning a lot more
German as he gently corrected me or helped me with words I didn't know. At
tea-time we promised to be back next day. They both looked pleased, I
suppose it was something different for them. I was worn out lugging logs
of wood and thought if I went on with this much longer Diane would be
calling me Muscles as well.
Of course, Aunt Mary and Miss P wanted to know what we had been doing.
Matt was full of it and said he'd thoroughly enjoyed himself especially as
he'd found Herr Vogel to be very good at helping him with his French.
After tea Aunt Mary said we should get ourselves cleaned up and not be late
for dinner and if I wanted to play the piano I could.
We went up to the bedroom and looked in the bedroom mirror and saw two
rather grubby lads. We shucked off our clothes and got into the bath
together. I told Matt about Hans-Peter and his hairy armpits and Matt said
with those muscles he bet he had balls like a horse. Being in the warm
water and with our conversation I felt a bit randy and my cock began to go
stiff.
"Hey, Matt, what about this?"
He took the matter in his capable hand and I said it was the first
time I had been tossed off in the bath. A bit later Matt said it was a
first for him as well. I pointed out it was actually the second time for
him today. He just grinned and said, "And not the last, wait and see!".
After we got dressed we went downstairs and Bran was waiting at the
drawing-room door. He pushed the door open with his nose and marched
straight to the piano and sat down beside it. I took this as my cue and
opened the piano and played through my repertoire as I had the night
before. I then lifted up the piano seat and found a whole collection of
music including some I had tried out at home. I played a couple of pieces
and I wasn't too bad. I looked round at Matt who was curled up in a chair
watching me.
"I think that dog thinks you're Piers."
Bran lumbered to his feet and stood by me as I sat at the keyboard.
He put his big furry head on my leg and rubbed it by nodding up and down.
It was quite uncanny, it was if he was nodding in agreement with what Matt
had said. A sudden thought struck me.
"Matt, my second name is Pierre, that's almost Piers, but he wouldn't
know that, would he?"
Matt came over and stroked his head and ears.
"Gosh, Jacko I didn't realise that." He stood still a moment. "No,"
he said with finality, "That's not an explanation, he just likes to hear
you play!" He stroked Bran's head again. "I was quite frightened of him
when I saw him first, but he's lovely isn't he?"
I nodded and got off the stool and like in the churchyard that morning
I knelt down by him and hugged him.
I whispered to Matt, "I wish I could take him home, but he's so big!"
Bran responded by licking my face with a very rough tongue. I spluttered
and let go of him.
Matt was laughing, "You wouldn't need to wash yourself, just let him
lick you clean!"
The gong sounded in the hall so we wandered into the dining-room
followed by Bran who curled up by the table. When Aunt Mary came in she
said that her second set of spies had reported back that Tony and Roo were
at the right place at the right time so were doing very well. Of course,
we then had to go through all the events of the day again and Miss P said
we were having a really jolly time. We agreed and when they went to play
cards we said we were tired and would go to bed early.
Bran again led us upstairs and as I went into the room behind Matt I
turned to see him trotting off downstairs.
We decided we would sleep in Piers' room again as both of us liked it
better than the horse-box which we decided was much more to Tony's taste.
It didn't take Matt long to wash and get his togs off and he was undressed
and looking at some of the photos hanging on the wall before I was anywhere
ready for bed. Finally flinging my socks into the corner I went to see
what he was peering at.
"There were some big blokes in that rowing team and over in that one,
the rugby lot. Look, there's PAG Crossley and it says that one's the
Hon. James Pike. What does that mean? Do you think he's some relation of
Miss P 'cos she's Miss Pike isn't she?"
"Yeah, I think Hon means Honourable and it's something to do with
being the son of a Lord or something. If he was at a Public School I
expect there were people like that there." I pointed at the Rugby team,
"Anyway, Roo and I had a good laugh about those long shorts!"
"They'd do for you Jacko, you need some new ones. Those white ones
you had on for rugger practice the other day were a bit tight. When you
were down hooking you could see your balls and cock all bunched up at front
'cos I heard Johnny Reed say to Dave Morgan you had a big pair of
bollocks." He cupped a hand under them as he stood by me. "You have too,
they've got much bigger the last few weeks haven't they?"
I felt rather proud, I was certain my equipment was getting bigger but
I needed confirmation.
"Yes, I think everything's growing, except any hair under my arms.
And I noticed this morning you'll need a shave soon."
He rubbed his chin pensively, "Yeah, what should I do. Dad's got a
spare razor in the bathroom cabinet at home and I've used that sometimes.
He doesn't know that and I haven't brought it with me. D'you think it'll
be OK for the rest of the week?"
I looked closely at his face. There wasn't too much evidence yet but
he had the beginnings of a moustache and there was a faint stubble of hair
on his chin.
"I think so, but you really need to trim there and there," I ran my
finger over his upper lip and by his ear. "You have a look in the mirror
in the morning."
"Let's go and lie down now and we can talk and have a look at each
other." Saying this he turned and got into bed. I followed and lay down
beside him. He looked closely at my upper lip.
"You've got a few dark hairs at the corners. Let's have a look under
your arms."
I raised my right arm and he examined my armpit carefully.
"Gosh, Jacko!" he giggled, "You've got two little sprouts here!"
"I haven't, 'cos Jim Masters had a look only last Friday and he said
there wasn't any under my arms but he had some!"
"I'm telling you there is!" He leaned over me and raised my other
arm, "And there's more here, you can just see them! Go on, you go to the
bathroom and look in the big mirror."
I got out of bed and hopped into the bathroom and switched the light
on. I raised my left arm first where he had said there was more evidence.
There was too, I could just see the beginnings of a little patch of hair.
I quickly looked into the other armpit. I counted three hairs where he'd
seen two. Hooray, I was going to have hairy armpits!
Matt was standing at the door grinning so I turned round to him and
grabbed him and kissed him full on the lips. As his mouth opened a bit I
stuck my tongue in and he sucked it hard. I had an immediate erection and
he wasn't far behind. I pulled my tongue out.
"Look, Matt, I'm getting more hair! Isn't it great?" He nodded and I
went on, "Let's go and see what else."
We walked slowly back remembering to switch the bathroom light out and
got into bed again. We spent a long time steadily examining each other
from top to toe. Matt was certainly going to be a furry creature as he
even had some dark hairs growing at the base of his back. Finally, after
making a close inspection of my balls, Matt laid down beside me and leaned
across me. He touched my lips with his tongue before drawing it down my
chin and onto my neck.
Quickly he moved further down and began to circle my right nipple just
with the tip. The feelings were exquisite. He changed position and did
the same to the left then snaked his tongue down my chest, stomach and
belly and began to lick my balls. My mouth was open and I was
involuntarily licking my lips while muscles in my back and legs were
tensing and relaxing and sending great waves of pleasure all over my body.
"Wait a minute, Matt" I whispered, "Don't do any more, just hold it!"
I reached down and pulled him up over me. I whispered in his ear, "Let
me do it to you now, I don't want to come yet!"
I began to explore his cheek and rough chin with my tongue and made
little circles on his throat as he stretched his head back. Slowly, I
traced a line straight down to the centre of his chest and then out to the
side and licked the tip of his right nipple. His thick cock was pressing
hard against my chest so I lifted myself and worked my tongue down to his
navel and then met the tip of his prick.
I opened my mouth slightly and pressed my lips around his foreskin and
pushed down feeling his knob free itself in my mouth. I let go and his
heavy prick fell back to lie against his belly. I moved my head up and
licked under the rim of his knob end then slowly ran my tongue down his
shaft and teased his bollocks.
A colourless drop of fluid appeared at his knob end. I licked it off
with a flick of my tongue. It was quite sweet tasting. I looked up at
Matt's face. He was now in the same state I'd been in a few moments before
so I stopped and slid up the bed beside him. He was breathing quite fast.
"Oh, Jacko, that's great. Let's just feel each other a bit more.
Wait, let me get your skin down properly!"
He pushed me again onto my back before moving down the bed very
rapidly and startled me as he took my prick fully in his mouth. As he did
this he sucked hard on it before pressing down on my skin and releasing my
end all in one go. He slid back up beside me.
"OK, Jacko? We're both sticking up like lollipops now!" he giggled
and raked his tongue over my upper lip. I could feel my unconstrained knob
pressing on my belly. I looked down and was agreeably surprised to see I
had the biggest erection ever. His hand went down to it and I watched as
he pulled my skin back so it stood out even more.
"Gosh, Jacko, your prick's big tonight!"
I could merely nod in agreement as he worked it up and down a few
times, then he slid down the bed again and took my end in his mouth and
sucked hard a second time. I felt his tongue exploring the rim, then after
another long suck he let go and moved up the bed again. My mouth was open
so he poked his tongue in and between that and the movements of his fingers
on my prick it wasn't long before the deluge. As half his body was over me
he had the full force of the cascade of warm spunk against his side. He
gripped my prick hard as it jerked away of its own accord.
"Good job I wasn't sucking it when that happened, eh, Jacko?"
I was too far gone to answer, I merely grinned inwardly and wondered
what it would be like to be sucked until it came. He reached out and got
the towel and wiped his side. Then he looked down at me and ran his tongue
over my top lip again.
"My turn now, eh, Jacko. Do it ever so slow."
I put my arms round him and we rolled over in the bed until I was on
top. His lengthy prick was almost up to his navel as I copied him and slid
down the bed. First I licked round under his rim and then gradually
slipped his knob between my lips coating it lavishly with saliva. I began
to suck very gently as the knob went in past my teeth. As I closed my
mouth over it I had to be careful not to bite him. I gave him a few
experimental sucks before dropping his prick from my mouth.
"Gosh, that's good, Jacko!" he murmured, "That's good!"
I slid up the bed and caught his slippery cock in my full hand and
squeezed it as I explored his open lips with my tongue. I jacked him off
slowly as he had demanded and it must have been a full five minutes before
I knew he was about to come. I leaned up and off him so his spunk shot
between us before hitting me and dripping off onto his chest.
I straddled him and dropped down until I was lying directly on him.
His mouth was open so I stuck my tongue in and we spent the next few
minutes lazily caressing each others mouths. I rolled off him and felt for
the towel and after wiping us down I put it between us in the bed.
Matt whispered, "You put the light out and I'll pull the curtains
back!" I nodded and he slipped out of bed as I sat up to find the light
switch. The task was done and we snuggled down into the bed, heads
together.
"You like making stuff come, don't you, Jacko?"
"Course I do, why ask?"
He gurgled, "It's great, I'm so happy, aren't you?"
"Yes, of course!" This conversation was getting a bit tedious. I
thought I would mention the drop of liquid.
"Hey, Matt, when your prick was all hard first of all there was a drop
of something on the end. It wasn't pee 'cos it was slippery and it tasted
a bit sweet"
"Yeah, I've noticed that. It makes my knob all slippery. I don't
know what it is, though." Matt was silent for a moment or two and I knew
another little worry was appearing. "D'you think it's alright? Have you
seen any on yours when you go stiff?"
"I haven't noticed any..., yet." I hoped the qualification would ease
his disquiet. He didn't say anything but I sensed he had something else on
his mind. He moved even closer.
"Jacko, can I ask you something?"
"Yes, what do you want to know?"
He was quiet for a bit then he put his arms round me and held on tight
and asked rather quickly, "What I want to ask is.... d'you think I smell?"
I was rather taken aback, what did he mean? I thought I'd better
humour him.
"Well, I did hear you make a loud fart when you were in the lav before
dinner."
"No, you fool, I mean ordinary, do I smell?"
"I haven't noticed," I gave an exploratory sniff, "I suppose you smell
a bit sweaty now. Is that what you mean?"
He relaxed his clutch a bit. "My sister says my room pongs and that
I've got cheesy feet. D'you think I have?"
"I haven't noticed and when I've been round yours your room smells
OK."
"She says all boys stink and I've noticed I do smell sweaty when I get
back from school sometimes." He pulled me closer to him, "You don't, you
smell nice but I remember those two last summer were ever so smelly after
they had been throwing the discus 'cause I noticed that when we got in the
bath."
"I shouldn't worry, perhaps it's when you get older 'cause I did
notice there was a sweaty smell in Mike's room when I went round last
week."
"I wondered if it was after making stuff 'cause you can smell that,
can't you?"
I must admit I hadn't really noticed much other than a bit of a musty
smell when I mopped come off me at night. "D'you think your sister could
smell that?"
"No, I don't think its really that. She said I needed to bath more
'cause I smelt sweaty and she was glad she didn't have to wash my socks!"
"I think it's probably another thing about growing up. You'll just
have to wash more often!" I laughed, "You'll have to sniff me every day to
see when I start to smell sweaty now!"
Oh, Matt and his worries, I wonder what the next one will be? He was
obviously happier now as he moved his head over mine and licked the lobe of
my ear.
"D'you want it again now?" I nodded in reply and his hand groped down
and practised fingers ringed my semi-stiff rod. I moved over onto my back
and pushed the bedclothes down. He moved his head over me and began to
circle round my nipple with his tongue as he slowly tossed me off. Slowly
was the word for it. All I could feel were small, very regular tugs on my
shaft as he wound me up and up with the incessant stabs of utter pleasure
from the action of his tongue. I couldn't control what happened as my body
went rigid and arched as I came. The tongue probing stopped immediately.
"Christ, Jacko, you've shot stuff all over the side of my head!" He
collapsed across me in a fit of giggles. I just lay, still rigid, panting
madly. His nose was near my right armpit. "Hey, Jacko, you smell sweaty,
too!"
Christ, I should think so, I was sweating buckets. That was one of
the most intense wanks I'd ever had. I still hadn't recovered sufficient
breath to respond other than to put my arms round him to imprison him
against me. I freed a hand and felt the side of his head. It was true,
his hair had a liberal coating of sticky come. My breath was coming back.
"Gosh, it's better than Brylcreem though, isn't it, Matt? That'll
make your curls stick down, eh?"
"You silly sod, where's that towel? You can rub it off as you did it.
Anyway, was it good?"
I drew him back over me and stroked his lips with my tongue, "It was
marvellous, let me do it to you like that."
I dragged the towel out from underneath us and rubbed his hair then
repeated his performance. Poor old Matt, he certainly must have had a very
intense experience as he came but he didn't plaster me. When I sneaked a
look there were just a few drops of thick spunk just above his navel but I
was unscathed.
Just like the night before he drifted off into a deep sleep leaving me
to wipe his stomach and pull up the bedclothes. I also realised my
foreskin was still back but decided to leave it alone. Then, just before
he went right off, he reached for my hand and interlaced his fingers with
mine and we were still like that when I woke in the morning.
To be continued.
Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty.
Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000)
Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000)
Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000)
Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002)
Taming the 'Phobes (Dir: HS; Military: August 04 2002)
Read and Enjoy.