Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 23:19:02 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 46
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. Those so
far have been very helpful in that they have given me the encouragement to
persevere!
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.
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 27 (Continued)
I ushered him in explaining that both Ma and Pa had gone to the lab
and they had said they wouldn't be home until lunch-time. Mike had a brown
cardboard file which he gave me and I put it on Pa's desk in the study.
I found Mike had skipped church to bring the file so we went up to my
room to have a chat. Mike was in a very happy mood.
"Getting rid of another sister!" he announced.
I looked at him quizzically.
"Yeah, next one's getting married in November, all being well. Told
us last night. Marrying Eamonn's friend who was his best man."
I remembered the tall, thick-set Irish Guardsman. He was taller than
Eamonn - well over six-feet.
"Big bloke," I said, trying desperately to think of the name of the
next sister down.
Mike sniggered. "Yeah, Mum's a bit worried 'cause he's English but he
is a Catholic so that makes up for it a bit!"
"Does it matter?" I asked.
"Does if you're Irish from Liverpool!" was his enigmatic reply.
"He seemed very nice," I said, from my very limited experience after
he'd shaken my hand when he'd been introduced to Pa, Ma and me. I
remembered his hearty grip and his bright blue eyes and his very polite way
of talking to Ma and then Pa's discussion with him about him being in the
Guards Rugby team with Eamonn.
"Bridget thinks so too!" he said, then laughed, "But I guess she wants
what her sister's been getting because... I'm going to become an uncle!"
He grinned, looking so pleased, then he clapped his hand over his mouth.
He laughed again. "Shouldn't say things like that about getting it, should
I? Especially to innocent young boys! But she's expecting and you need to
have two for that!"
Cheek! Was I innocent? I suppose I was concerning some things. I
really wanted to ask Mike what he knew about girls and getting what they
wanted and I suppose he meant you need two people to make a baby. I did
know that, but I thought I would ask him all about it another time.
Anyway, I stuck my tongue out at him to show my displeasure at what he had
just said, but what excited me more was whether or not I would have Mike
with me for another weekend. I wasn't going to be disappointed because he
just grinned at me again and continued.
"If all our crowd turn up again, which I don't doubt, do you think
your Mum and Dad would have us all again?"
I nearly jumped up and hugged him. Of course Ma and Pa would have
them to stay - and I could have Mike! Just thinking about it and my dick
was swelling ominously. Red and sore - to hell with it - I needed a wank!
And now!! But I couldn't jump on Mike like I could Tom or Nobbo. I had to
be more circumspect!
"I should think so, you didn't destroy the place and your great-aunt
didn't pull the wallpaper off the walls, though your family did get my
father so drunk he didn't know how he got home," I said nonchalantly.
He leaned over and gave me a playful punch.
"Don't be disrespectful to your elders - and betters!" he said, "You
need taming, not having any brothers or sisters to keep you in place!"
One bit of me did need taming and how I wished I had a brother to help
tame it!
"Well," I said, with emphasis, "I haven't got any brothers or sisters
for that matter. Would you like the chance to tame me?"
I leaned over and caught hold of his wrists and got him off-balance .
"Raaah," I went, with a passable imitation of a tiger, "I need
taming!"
Next thing I knew I was upended and over the bed. Mike moved so fast
and had me face down, arse in the air and both wrists held by one of his
hands. He gave me three hefty whacks on the backside, two more than I had
experienced from Billy the day before!
"You've got to be quicker and better than that to get me!" he said
putting his mouth by my left ear. He stuck his tongue into it, causing my
dick to twitch even more. How could I get out of this easily? I had a
brainwave.
"Gosh, Mike, could you show me how you got me down so quickly?" I
gasped out. "I want to know so I can help Tom get his brother down."
"You mean the two Buchanans?"
"Yeah. I told you once that poor old Tom can never get the better of
Dunc and I daren't join in 'cause Dunc's bigger than both of us."
Mike laughed. "Come on then, I'll show you a few moves, shall I?"
He let go of me and I got up slowly in case I was attacked again.
"Come on, just get up and stand over there."
He indicated a spot about three feet from the end of the bed. I got
up and he stood just behind me.
"Now, turn round quickly and get me round the waist, pull me round,
hook your leg behind mine, put your shoulder into my chest and I'm down."
Wow, I did as I was told but my shoulder caught him in the stomach and
he went down, winded! I fell on him and grabbed his wrists again and lay
across him.
"Ouch!" he gasped, "You're a strong little bugger and quick."
I held him until he got his breath back. I dragged my body up and
covered him, my rampant young dick now hard and vertical in my underpants.
Mike laughed. "You don't need to stab me with your weapon as well,
you know!"
He wrenched his hands free and his arms encircled me until I was held
tight against him.
"Now, try to get out like I showed you before."
I wriggled and turned and, as he was holding me tightly, I managed by
hooking my leg again under his to pull him over until we were side by side
and face to face.
"Good," he said, "Now breathe in and push your arms forward and then
grab me."
I did that and gave an almighty heave which broke his grasp.
"Get your arm over my back, hold me down and grab my legs!"
He was obviously helping me but it was still a struggle, Mike seemed
immensely strong, but my running had developed my thigh muscles and I slid
my legs under and around him and gripped his legs as tightly as I could.
"Now, get my legs up and try to move over my back to hold me down
more!"
I did that and realised if I could do this quickly then I had a chance
of helping Tom wrestle his brother into a submissive pose. I then was very
naughty and, freeing one hand, put it under him and gripped his balls and
dick. Oh, ho, ho, he also had a hard-on just like me. His weapon was also
erect!
"You crafty little bastard!" he whispered through clenched teeth,
"Don't you dare squeeze or I'll have your knackers!"
"You and whose army?" I replied, running my hand up his not
inconsiderable erection.
He was heaving with laughter but, with a couple of moves I didn't have
time to analyse, he got me onto my back, straddling me and freeing my hand
and holding it away from him to prevent me from causing him any damage.
"My Salvation Army!" he said, "I'm delivered from the sin of
oppression!"
He flopped down on top of me covering me completely. I gasped as the
breath was pressed out of me. He jumped up away from me, grabbed my arms
and pulled me upright in two straight moves. Gosh he was powerful!
He grinned at me as I was still gasping. "You're quite strong, I
could feel that when your legs went round me, but you've got to get a bit
more muscle in your arms. I did a lot of lifting weights at the gym when I
went there and that helps a lot. I'll tell you what, I've got some weights
in my room I never use, you can borrow them and you and Tom can try them
out. Then you and Tom should do a bit of practice wrestling together
before you tackle Duncan. I know he's strong, he's tackled me playing
Rugby!"
He gave me a gentle push and I was on my back again lying on the end
of my bed. I glanced down and I could see my cock outlined in my trousers.
Mike saw my glance and pointed. "It doesn't take much to turn you on,
does it?"
"Nor you!" I responded.
"I know, it always happens when Bernie and I have a wrestle."
In for a penny, in for a pound!
"What do you do then?" I said in my best little-boy inquisitive mode.
"What you want to do now, eh?"
He had the biggest grin on his face as he stood up and helped me to my
feet. I didn't need any more prompting.
"Whuuh!" I said, "I feel hot and sweaty now, need to cool down."
What an excuse to get my clothes off! I was down to my underpants
before Mike had a chance to take his tie off, but we were soon face to
face, erections ready for action.
"Crumbs, Jacko, you've even grown since Easter," he said, reaching out
and running his fingers along my shaft , "I'd better watch it or you'll be
beating me!"
That I doubted. His circumcised erection reared up and passed his
navel. It made even Matt's look puny. It must be close on eight inches
now and looked quite thick.
He saw me staring at it. "Mine's finished growing," he said,
"Bernie's been carefully measuring it since Christmas and it hasn't
changed. Your's is getting bigger fast, isn't it?"
I nodded. "And what about Bernie?" I queried, ever inquisitive about
such intimate things.
"He's added about half an inch since last September but it's slowing
down now."
"How old is he?" I asked.
"Oh, he'll be eighteen in September this year, he's three months older
than me."
"Oh, Billy Clarke's eighteen now and he's seven inches."
"So is Bernie.... and how do you know about Billy?"
"Saw it yesterday," I confessed, thinking if I was a Catholic I would
have a lot to confess about.
Mike's eyebrows raised. "And...?" he inquired.
"Um......" I replied hesitantly, not knowing whether to deal with Mike
as I had dealt with Billy. "Like this..." I'd made my mind up. I dropped
to my knees and guided his bare knob between my lips. I licked the
underside which made him groan but before I could take any more of his
considerable length he put a restraining hand on my head.
"No, ...wait, Jacko, let's get on the bed."
He steered me to the side of the bed. We lay down as I had yesterday
with Nobbo and Billy, our mouths seeking each other's cocks. I felt Mike
push my still rather tender foreskin down, then his tongue touched that
little string of skin attaching it to my knob and I knew I wouldn't last
very long. But, he was so gentle and I matched him with delicate strokes
of my tongue until we were both lost in our pleasuring of each other. In
the end our heads were bobbing in unanimity and, although I couldn't stop
myself, I felt myself pressing further and faster into his mouth as my
spunk began it's journey from deep within.
Mike also began to hasten his movements between my lips. I couldn't
take a great deal of his prick in but held it tight with my lips. I
couldn't contain myself any longer and my climax began. I felt the
pulsation as each release of spunk left my knob end. I could hear Mike
desperately swallowing my load, then his floodgates were opened and my
mouth was filled with his outpourings. I swallowed as much as I could but
there was still quite an amount in my mouth as he pulled his cock out. We
swivelled up and round and locked our lips and exchanged each other's spunk
with probing and darting tongues. We lay breathing deeply for a few
minutes before we rolled apart.
"Gosh, Jacko," he murmured, "I've practised enough with Bernie but you
make it even better!"
I was learning a lot this morning. I hadn't realised what and how
much he and Bernie did together. I had also had a terrific experience as
well. Mike had coaxed my spunk out of me and the release was so intense I
couldn't put it into words. I was so drained I could have dropped off to
sleep immediately.
"Come on then, Jacko, better get up and dressed before anyone comes
home!"
I rolled off the bed and went to the sink and turned on the hot tap.
I needed to have a quick wash as I could smell my own sweaty body. Mike
joined me at the sink and picked up my flannel and rubbed soap on it.
"Hold still and I'll give you a quick wash."
He wiped the flannel over my face and then made me put my arms up as
he rubbed under my arms.
"Getting quite the grown-up little boy now," he said grinning at my
reflection in the mirror above the sink, "Look at his little tufts of
hair!"
Little they were, not like his bushy outgrowths, I had still a long
way to go. He wiped the flannel down to my midriff.
"Shall I wash you down there as well, sir?" he said in the sing-song
voice of Mrs Mopp on the Tommy Handley show.
I laughed. "As long as you do it gently."
I grabbed the towel by the sink and dried my face and under my arms as
he delicately lathered my bush and drooping cock. I was now tall enough to
get my cock and balls over the edge of the sink so I leaned forward as he
wrung out the flannel then rinsed the soapy lather away. I wiped myself
with the towel.
"Thank you, Jeeves," I said in my best, posh voice, "Now it's my turn
to wash you."
He stood against the sink and flopped his length over the surround and
I reached up and to his face and arms and gave him the same treatment. I
then held his long cock and stretched it a bit as I rubbed the flannel over
it. What got me was that he allowed me to touch his bare knob end. I knew
that I had to wash mine very carefully as it was so sensitive to touch it.
Mike had explained to me before that this was due to having a foreskin and
although his knob was still sensitive it wasn't as vulnerable to handling
as mine.
He dried himself off, thanked me, then slapped my bottom again and
said we must get dressed. Then we went downstairs and Mike asked to hear
me play. I went through quite a bit of my repertoire and felt I was
playing very well. I was relaxed, not pent up as I was sometimes when the
piece seemed too difficult for me to get my fingers round. I nearly burst
out laughing at that thought. My fingers had to stretch the day before to
get round a piece and today I had stretched my lips to take in another
piece.
When I finished playing Mike remarked that I seemed very happy and he
really enjoyed what I had played and the way I had played it. I knew why,
but didn't tell him!
Mike was just saying he'd better go as my parents would be back as
they arrived home. He was invited to a `scratch' lunch as Ma called it and
stayed and everyone seemed very happy and contented. Pa had to go up and
pack ready to catch the 3 o'clock train to London and Mike said he'd better
get home but waited and walked off with Pa as his house was in the
direction of the station. As soon as they had gone Ma said she would have
a nap and I trundled off up to my bedroom.
I was very happy, but in a great whirl. I had sucked off three of my
best friends over the past twenty-four hours and been sucked off in return.
All during lunch, every time I looked at Mike, my unruly cock started to
harden again. I managed to keep it under control by concentrating on
eating which, of course, produced remarks from Mike about my capacity for
food and made me switch my concentration to him so reinforcing the cycle.
I lay on my bed undid my flies and pulled my trousers and underpants
down, put my towel over my front and very slowly gave myself a wonderful
wank thinking of Nobbo, Billy and Mike. I had to do it slowly as my
foreskin was still a bit sore but the intensity when I came was so
overwhelming. I missed the towel with most of my output as it hit me
squarely under the chin and some splashed onto my face. I had been moving
my head from side to side as the massive throbbing below the shaft of my
prick signalled the beginning of my orgasm so the spray of come hit me on
both cheeks. I lay still with my eyes shut, breathing heavily and
revelling in the feelings I had just experienced.
I must have lain like that for some time as the spunk on my face and
neck was nearly dry when I shifted myself. My dick had shrivelled and,
again, I looked at it in amazement as I contemplated the difference in size
it became when rampant and engorged with blood. I grinned to myself as my
fingers wandered to it and lifted the shrunken and still sticky
appendage. I really didn't have any control, I thought. I didn't, it
stiffened, a bit more slowly this time, but about twenty minutes later
another wave of deep-seated pulsations hit me and I almost cried out as my
hand raced up and down my shaft dragging my foreskin down harder and harder
until in synchronisation with three mighty pulls three mighty squirts of
spunk jetted out of my slit and landed in and around my open mouth.
My prick was now really sore as I lay there gasping. Fuck me! I don't
think I'd ever had three such mighty comes in the course of one day before!
And, the day was not yet finished. I grabbed my towel and mopped my face
and neck and after getting my breath back crept over to the sink and rinsed
my face and upper body with hot water. Gosh, if Matt was wanking five
times on a Sunday with that huge tool of his I wondered if he was having
such tremendous orgasms as I was getting?
I got dressed again and went downstairs. Ma was up and reading a
book.
My wank-tired brain was then bombarded with a series of questions in
French and then German but, underneath, I secretly enjoyed the process as I
knew I was getting better and better with my knowledge and understanding of
both languages.
After tea we went our separate ways again. I still had some homework
to do and Ma said she had to read some notes for the next day at work. It
seemed rather quiet without Pa even though he'd only been gone a few hours.
I thought again about my friends whose dads were away all the time because
of the War. Still, most of them had brothers and sisters, even if they
were like Matt and didn't get on too well with their sibling.
I listened to the wireless and went to bed quite early and I didn't
even want another wank. I just slept.
*
I was wide awake early, too. I looked at my watch and found it was
just past six o'clock. My three orgasms the day before had made no
difference to my morning stamina. I almost leapt out of bed, quickly
donned my running togs and slipped quietly down the stairs and unlocked the
back door silently so as not to wake up Ma.
It was a crisp morning and I thought that like last week I would do
the new, longer route, taking in what I now knew was called Cathedral
Drive. Or, Henry Gale's Drive as I thought of it. Of course at this time
in the morning there was no one around, and, as I hadn't bothered to have a
piss before I left home I wanted one as I lumbered up the rise towards that
road, I turned off into a little spinney of trees for some shelter,
stopped, drew my prick out of the leg of my shorts and liberally watered a
couple of bushes. I peered at my prick as I held it and realised, like
Matt, I had worn a hole in the skin. I had almost yelped when my fingers
had circled my knob end because as I pulled down my foreskin so I could
direct the flow I had touched the sore spot. Oh God, I would have to be
careful when I wanted a wank. At least the soft fabric of the pouch of my
jockstrap didn't chafe it, so carefully positioning it back in I set off
again. I really liked running and did even more than usual today and
arrived back home without seeing Tom.
School was the usual race against time for me. I was day-dreaming
about Mike and his cock and him sucking mine when Van's loud Welsh voice
brought me to my senses. He had asked Danny Ross a question in French and
Danny had floundered. My name was called and almost automatically I had
answered. Van was not convinced with my attentiveness. "Dormez-vous?
Eh?" He had been explained a few days previously about `tu-toyer' and the
gradations of social niceness in the use of `tu' and `vous'. I was
definitely `vous' today! I didn't get a chance to answer as he was off
like a whirlwind jabbering away in French to at least three others nearer
the front who looked quite bemused. Matt, sitting next to me, was grinning
and nodding. I realised he and I were probably the only two in the class
who could understand every word Van was uttering.
I was right as far as Matt was concerned. Van turned to him and asked
him three rapid questions, all of which Matt answered fluently without his
old hesitancy. Van beamed at him and then asked the whole class the same
questions, but much more slowly. Then, quite a few hands went up and there
were creditable attempts at answers. None as good as Matt, though. I felt
really proud of my friend.
Mrs Tring seemed fairly relaxed about my playing. She said I was
playing with more soul, whatever that meant. I was enjoying playing these
more difficult pieces because I could feel my fingers doing things and I
was hearing things I was producing which were quite, quite, enthralling. I
didn't know how to tell her this but I was determined to succeed and get a
good mark in the next exam. I also thought I would try to talk to Mike
about how I felt.
At St John's that evening the three of us were issued with pouches of
First Aid equipment for the Empire Day Parade on Wednesday. The portly
gentleman was there and I found out he was high up in the City Council
offices and did St John's as a hobby but would never take a rank. He
waddled over to us and said he would be attending the Parade as the Mayor
would be there so he hoped we wouldn't let the side down.
I examined my dick carefully in bed that evening. The soreness was
going but there was a small sticky tear which I was careful not to touch as
I gently pulled my foreskin back and my prick began to stiffen. I switched
the light out, then arranged the pillows so my head was held up a bit. I
pushed the bed clothes down to my knees so when I came my spunk shot up
onto my chest with a few drops going even further up into my open mouth. I
licked my lips and thought of the taste of my cum compared with my friends.
I decided I liked the taste of them all so far. I was getting quite drowsy
as I held my subsiding cock and almost fell asleep before I wiped myself
down and covered myself. I drifted off to slumber thinking what it would
be like to have a brother so we could taste each other's.............
*
Tuesday May 30th 1944
Tuesday's run was uneventful. I was a bit later in starting so helped
Tom with his last two roads. He said he'd arranged with another of the
lads to do his round as well while we were at Ulvescott. I had almost
forgotten about that and, of course, I wouldn't have Matt as a companion
but good old faithful Tom instead.
After school that afternoon Danny Ross sidled up to me and asked if I
would help him with his bloody French homework, as he put it. He grinned
and said he wanted me to go through the irregular verbs Van had been
throwing at us and he hoped it wouldn't take long. I agreed and we set off
for his house. He lived some way from the school but I knew there was a
quick route back to where I lived as I realised his house was in a road
almost parallel with the notorious Cathedral Drive.
As we cycled along we chatted about school and our school mates. He
said he was quite surprised how good Matt was at French and I explained Ma
had helped him but I kept quiet about the visits to Ulvescott. I said Tony
and Roo had also joined in but had been spectactularly silent in today's
lesson. He said he'd been at the flicks on Saturday and had seen me and
Nobbo sitting in the `posh' seats as he called them. I said it was to get
away from the noisy lot near the front. He laughed and said there were a
whole bunch of Cadets with him and they were the ones making the noise.
His house was semi-detached so wasn't as big as ours but he had a
bedroom to himself. He said there was just him and his parents and a
slightly older sister at home now but he did have an older brother who was
away somewhere in the Army. I said there was just me but Matt had an older
sister who made his life hell. Danny grinned and said his sister was OK as
long as he kept out of the way when she brought her boyfriends home. I
said I wanted a pee so I went along to the bathroom and had a leisurely
piss. On returning to his room I found Danny doing my usual thing -
changing from his school uniform into more comfortable clothes.
"Gosh, Danny," I said, "Your legs are almost as hairy as Matt's."
He stood up and turned round. I had seen the rather furry backs of
his thighs as he was kicking his trousers off over his school shoes. Why
he didn't take his shoes off first I didn't know. Stupid boy! He was a
bit red in the face but grinned again.
"I am fifteen and a half you know," he said with pride. "You're still
very young aren't you?"
I stuck my tongue out in reply.
"And I've got plenty of hair in other places as well!" he said.
He pulled off his school pullover and undid the buttons on his shirt
and pulled that over his head. As he raised his arms I could see
substantial black tufts under each arm. More than I had. He threw the
shirt down on the bed and assumed a body-builder's pose standing just in
his underpants showing off his hairy armpits. He then did the wrong thing.
He turned to give me a back view and made the pose again. I stepped
forward, put my thumbs down the elasticated waist of his pants at his hips
and flipped them down to his knees.
He turned back round to face me. I got a good look at his black bush
and stubby cock.
"Not too much down there," I said before he had a chance to say
anything. "Have a look at this."
I undid my flies rapidly and drew down my pants so my more lengthier
cock flopped out. I quickly shed my jacket, and my jersey and shirt came
off in one go. I kicked off my shoes and in a moment or two my trousers
and pants were off and Danny was confronted with a rapidly rising tool.
"Christ, Jacko," he whispered, "I wondered how I'd get this far!"
I grinned at him and told him to take his shoes off and we could
compare a bit further. He did this and we stood facing each other, two
nude lads with great grins on our faces.
He was several inches taller than me and quite a bit broader but I
noticed he had rather spindly legs although he had very well-developed
calves. I also noticed there was a generous sprinkling of hair on his
thighs and shins.
My dick was now at full mast and his was rising too. His was not as
long as mine, I was glad to note, but it was thicker.
"Are you in that competition?" he asked.
I shook my head and grinned. "No, ...but I've only four to go in the
class, including you!"
He laughed. "I heard that Tony and Roo had their totals. But we've
kept it to the Cadets."
"Even Henry Gale?" I asked, remembering the conversations with Greg
and George.
"Oh, God, no!" he exclaimed, "He's a mean sod when he's roused. No, I
mean all those in our form and in 4S." He paused. "And a few more," he
added, then paused, "Greg and George, you know!"
Oh, so he'd heard about the Wednesday runs.
"Yeah," he continued, "I help out with deliveries at Georgie's dad's
shop on a Saturday morning and Georgie told me about you going for a run
with him and Greg."
"Oh," I said, "And what did he say?"
He stepped forward until we were almost touching and put his hand on
my cock.
"You did the same as Georgie and I do Saturday mornings and Sundays
after the Cycle Club run!"
Oh yes! Come to think of it I'd seen a posse of riders several times
riding past our house on Sunday mornings but hadn't taken much note of who
was involved. I supposed his muscly calves were the result of long cycle
rides. I would have to find out more another time.
However, not to be outdone in the handling stakes I slipped my fingers
round his thick, stubby cock.
"Can I do it to you first?" he asked
I gripped his cock. "Unnh..." he said breathily as his prick got even
harder in my fist, but I wanted it badly so I let go of his rod and stepped
back. He released my dick as well and fished under the bed and drew out a
bit of old towel. He chucked it on the floor about two feet away from us.
He was in for a surprise!
He positioned himself just behind me and carefully drew my foreskin
down and massaged the underside of my prick. He was very expert because I
felt myself lean back involuntarily and I clenched my teeth as massive
jolts started to pulse in my groin straight away. He held my cock fairly
loosely with the palm of his hand rubbing the underside of my shaft as his
fingers and thumb squeezed and clenched as he moved his hand up and down.
What gave me further jolts was that he rubbed his thumb on each stroke on
my very, very sensitive knob-end. He could only have been wanking me for a
couple of minutes before I gave an almighty gasp and my usual fountain of
cum erupted most generously. He gripped my shaft really tightly as the
spunk went way over the towel and spattered all over his bed and hitting
the wall against which the bed was placed.
"Oh, fucking hell!" he exclaimed, "Bloody Georgie said you shot
plenty!
I've never seen as much as that."
I was too much out of breath to comment straight away but just leaned
against him gasping. In the end I got my breath back and explained it was
always like that and I was sorry about his bed and the wall. I bent down
to pick up the towel and staggered a bit. That had been one hell of an
orgasm and I was weak at the knees. My cock obviously thrived on having a
variety of handlers. I managed to pick up the towel and dabbed carefully
at the three spots of come on the wallpaper. Luckily just three small damp
patches remained.
I turned to him. "Your turn now."
He pointed at the floor where he had placed the towel originally. I
then proceeded to wank him trying to copy his technique. His foreskin was
tighter than mine and I had to pull quite hard to make his knob pop out
from its confining skin. Once out I pulled back and forth steadily for
about the same time it had taken him to bring me to a climax. He was also
leaning back and wriggling his buttocks quite a lot just before I sensed he
was coming. His thigh muscles were twitching and his hips suddenly jerked
forward as his first spurts occurred. There was an amount of spunk,
thicker and creamier than mine but the five squirts that occurred hit the
towel squarely - it was clear it was the usual distance for his efforts.
After the final squirt a dribble of thick cum hung from his slit. I
slipped a finger under it and caught it before it dropped. He grinned as I
put it to his lips and he licked it a bit. He nodded to me and I tasted
his cum as well. It was remarkably sweet tasting.
"I never tasted yours," he said, "Georgie and I always try each
others.
He says mine is sugary."
"Yeah," I said, "Matt's and mine have a more salty taste."
We sat down on the side of his bed and he cupped his hand under my
balls. He then proceeded to tell me that he and Georgie had been doing it
together for over two years. It all started when he was just over
thirteen. He wanted a job on Saturday mornings to get some pocket-money
and went down to Georgie's father's shop and was taken on as a general
errand boy to help Georgie. He and Georgie had to spend a lot of time in
the basement of the shop getting stock out of boxes and putting implements
together ready for the shop. One morning he had cheeked Georgie and had
been grabbed and wrestled down and then Georgie had undone his shorts and
pulled them and his pants down, turned him over and smacked his bum.
Georgie wouldn't let him up until he apologised and he said he
wouldn't so Georgie put a hand over his mouth and tickled him. As he
kicked around in response his shorts and pants came off and when Georgie
noticed this he started to run a hand up and down between his thighs. Of
course, then Georgie started to tickle his balls and tease him about only
having a wisp of hair above his cock. He said Georgie wanted to know if he
played with himself and he said he didn't know what he meant. He then told
me he knew exactly what Georgie meant as his elder brother - five years
older than him - had wanked himself off each night in bed beside Danny from
when he was about fourteen until he went off to join the Army two years
ago. He had sworn Danny to secrecy and, like me and Alun, Danny had found
out by asking what he was doing one night.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, Danny had wriggled a hand free and
shoved it up the leg of Georgie's shorts and held on to the hard-on he
found there. Georgie then relaxed his hold and knelt over Danny while
Danny got his cock out of his shorts and wanked him off. It became a
weekly ritual. He would wank Georgie then Georgie would wank him, but of
course, at that time he didn't make any spunk so he said it was a
marvellous day when while Georgie was just about to give up on him he began
to squirt and they hadn't stopped since.
I laughed and told him about Alun and me and also just mentioned that
Matt, Tony and Roo were also wank-buddies. He nodded and said he knew as
when both Tony and Roo had done it with him they had said about me. Oh
crumbs, I thought, I hadn't better say about Tom, or Mike, or Billy,
or..... My reverie was broken by Danny moving closer and running his
fingers up my re-erected shaft.
"Want me to show you what we do sometimes?" he asked
"Mmh," was my only response as he lowered his head to take my knob end
straight into his mouth. I put my hands on his head.
"I'll do it to you as well, let's move round."
We rearranged ourselves and set to, gently sucking on each other's
cocks. Our heads were bobbing in rhythm and I thought to myself this was
the fourth time since Saturday I'd experienced this wonderful way of giving
and getting pleasure. I didn't think much more as I was gradually getting
lost in a kaleidoscopic mix of very intense feelings. We sucked and licked
steadily for quite a while until I knew I couldn't hold on any longer. I
flooded his tonsils with several spurts of my come and then my mouth was
filled with his nectar. It was nectar. It was strangely sweet, no
aftertaste of that sharpness I had experienced with all my other spunk
partners. We let each other's cocks drop from our mouths after a final
lick which, for me, was so intense it was almost painful. We slid up
together and tongued each other's mouths and shared the remains of each
other's spunk.
After a while we grinned at each other and I was about to say it was
my fourth occasion since Saturday but was beaten by Danny.
"Did you like that?" he asked, "Georgie goes mad when I do it to him.
He says he loves the taste of my spunk. Yours tastes very much like his."
"Yours is very sweet," I said, "I've never had any like it before."
Oh, fuck! The cat was out of the bag!
Danny smiled.
"I thought you'd done it before - no teeth!" he said, "Who've you done
it with like that?"
I judged it may not be politic to name the whole list so I just said
Matt and Nobbo.
"What about Tony and Roo?"
He obviously knew more. I nodded.
He laughed. "Yeah, they said so when we did it like that as well."
Crafty sods! I didn't know who else they'd sucked off. Wait until I
see them, I thought.
We moved apart and stood up. Our sticky, drooping dicks were now
quite sated. I picked up the towel and rubbed my dick - first of all
making sure my foreskin was over my very sensitive knob. He did the same
and we got dressed. I looked at my watch.
"What about the French irregular verbs," I asked.
"Fuck 'em! I can cope with those OK I think," he said, "I just wanted
an irregular excuse to see what you were made of!"
"Satisfied?" I asked, "Perhaps, battre, battant, battu, je bats!!
"Of course," he laughed, "And you? To come? Venir, venant, venu, je
viens!"
What could I say. I hugged him and said anytime when Georgie or my
friends weren't available. He laughed again and said that I still had the
three Johns to conquer but he knew that wouldn't be difficult and it would
be soon. Were things planned? I didn't ask. I looked at my watch again.
It was getting on for six o'clock so I said I'd better be off and I would
see him next day all in our uniforms for the Empire Day parade..
Crumbs, I thought in bed that night, four beautiful cums with my
friends since Saturday. How I wished I could suck myself off because I
thought that was the most intense way to achieve the most jubilant ending!
But 'to beat', or maybe, 'to milk', traire, trayant, trait, je trais! I
couldn't suck myself, 'je ne se tete pas', but my hand brought me to
another, almost as wonderful, conclusion before I dropped off into a deep
sleep.
To Be Continued: