Date: Tue, 06 Jun 2000 23:09:24 GMT
From: Jo Vincent <joad123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Easter Rugger Tours - Before and After  Part 5 (t/t/t...) (HS)
(mast/oral/anal)

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.  What follows is a
fictionalised account of what might have happened.....in several
instalments.......

          Easter Rugger Tours - Before and After   (-05)

               By Joel


Chapter Seven: Cambridge, The Dream and Billy's Performances:

I was late getting to Gerry's and he wanted to know where I'd been.  I
explained about Billy and he was as concerned as I had been about Billy's
sadness.  We resolved not to leave him out of our friendships.

Contrary to Billy's predictions I didn't have any adventures that evening
after Scouts.  We spent a lot of the time rehearsing the parade for next
Monday and I went home deafened by the drum and bugle band which had
thumped and blasted for what seemed like hours.  That night in bed I had
two wanks, one for Paul and one for Billy and was glad I had got such good
and faithful friends.

Paul and I only managed two satisfactory sessions before he went off to
Cambridge again.  Term went on and I became more involved with the
couplings and triplings and even more multiples in Gerry's basement.
Although Gerry and Charley were constantly together now, Kish and Dave
Richards were often around so with Billy and me there was always something
going on in the basement.  Gerry said poor Charley couldn't get over the
depictions in the wank-mags and demanded they try out every position
portrayed.  I found Kish alone there one afternoon gently masturbating
while he flicked through the pages, shaking his head in disbelief and we
all wondered where some of the young men were bred because none of us had
ever seen the length of some of the cocks displayed.  A small matter such
as that was of no consequence.  The six of us were very happy, getting our
`sudden urges' satisfied regularly and working together at the same time on
our various school subjects.

Two particular highlights of the term, for me, were, being called up for an
interview at Cambridge and then the school play.  Of course, my trip to
Cambridge meant I would be seeing Paul again sooner than I thought.  The
letter said I had to see Dr Bell in his rooms at 2.30 on the Friday
afternoon and accommodation would be arranged in College for Friday night.
I travelled by bus to Cambridge on Friday morning and Paul met me at the
bus station and took me to lunch, not in his College as he said the food
was foul!  He said it was common knowledge that Dr Bell was a very highly
respected mathematician but could be a bit daunting.  My knees were
knocking a bit when I rapped on his door at the top of a winding stair in a
very ancient building.  Dr Bell was very short, with twinkling blue eyes
and I didn't think at all daunting at first acquaintance.  I followed him
into a room crammed with books and papers and three large blackboards fixed
to one long wall.  He asked me about Gerald Jackson and I learned they had
been undergraduates together.  Then the inquisition started.  I was led
over to one of the boards where there was a complicated looking proof.  I
recognised the type of problem but I also knew there was something wrong.
I plucked up courage to say so.

Dr Bell beamed at me.  "Good lad," he said, "Have the courage of your
convictions.  What's wrong with it?"

I worked slowly down the proof and spotted a line where the reasoning was
wrong.  I pointed it out and he beamed again, nodded and led me to the
second board.  A massive equation was displayed there.  He told me what the
first two lines meant and then asked me to follow through as much as I
could.  I recognised a technique Dr Jackson had gone over with me.  Again,
something seemed to be not quite right.  Again, I said so.

Dr Bell asked "Why?"

I floundered through as much as I could and when I was silent he said "Come
and sit down and we'll look at something else."

As I went past the third board I glanced at it.  It was an incomplete
proof.
  Something caught my eye.  I knew what the answer would be but I couldn't
see why.  I said so to Dr Bell.  He handed me a piece of chalk.  I wrote
down the solution, then went back and did a couple of lines, but I was
stuck then.  He was so short he only came up to my chest in height but he
patted me on the back.

"You've done more than my best second year student did this morning," he
said, "You do the entrance exam and you can come here.  Let me show you."

He then, slowly and carefully went through the rest of the solution,
pausing at each step and I was able to say I could see what he was doing.
We sat at his desk and for the next two hours, which flashed by, I learned
so much I knew I wanted to be a mathematician.  In fact, we went on until
we were disturbed by a light tap on the door.  It was Paul.  He and Dr Bell
obviously knew each other well even though Paul was only a second year
student in another college.  He welcomed him in and said if I wanted to
come and stay in college for a time after Christmas he would tutor me.
Paul grabbed me and hugged me while Dr Bell beamed at us both.

As Paul and I went down the winding stairway I asked him how he knew Dr
Bell.  He said Gerald Jackson had told him to contact him if he had any
trouble over how he was.  I was rather startled.

"Does Dr Jackson know about us?" I asked rather confused.

"Oh, yes", said Paul, "You've never guessed about him as well?"

I was silent while Paul led me round.  I was also silent as he showed me
some of the sights of Cambridge and then said he would stay with me
overnight and then I was to stay with him until Sunday morning when I had
to catch my bus back.

We had dinner at the Blue Boar in Trinity Street and then Paul took me back
to Dr Bell's college where, after carefully locking the door to the rather
Spartan bedroom he slowly undressed me.  After he had taken off his clothes
we started to make slow, passionate love.  Our kisses were sensuous,
tongues entwined, then he roused me even further by licking my chin, round
my neck, down to my nipples and gradually further and further down until
the tip of my fully erect cock met his lips.  I was so far gone with
ecstasy that I didn't realise the noise I was making.  He quickly slid up
me and closed my open mouth with his.

"Shuh," he whispered, "If you make so much noise the whole of the staircase
will be in demanding satisfaction and I only want you."

His slow descent down my body started again and my cock was in his mouth
being gently massaged until I knew it wouldn't be long before I would come.
He sensed this and rolled over onto his back on the narrow bed, presenting
me with a tube of jelly as he did so.

"I want you so badly," he said, "Fuck me, Jamie!"

I lubricated his pucker and kissed his lovely cock as I did it.  His groans
were just as loud as mine.  I drew his legs up and centred my knob end on
his slit and pushed.  He opened up and the whole of my seven inches flowed
in with almost no resistance.  I fucked him slowly knowing that on each
inward thrust my knob gave him a great jolt of satisfaction.  In fact, it
must have been so intense for him he came quite suddenly, gushing out a
stream of hot, silvery spunk up his chest and onto his chin.  His internal
muscles clamped on me and my whole being was sucked out of me.  My cock
pulsed and pulsed as spurt after spurt of me entered him, deep, deep
inside.  He dropped his legs as I lay down on him, still embedded in him,
my prick still hard and still pulsing in time with the contractions of his
internal muscles.  We kissed and clung to each other, passing our love
between us and then, carefully, we turned on our sides with him peacefully
impaled on my shaft and slept.  I awoke, at least a couple of hours later,
in the same position.  The light by the bed was still on and Paul was
looking straight into my eyes.

"Again," he whispered.

This time I fucked him as we lay, our mouths locked ours arms holding each
other so tightly we were as one.  I fucked him slowly, slowly, slowly,
until the build-up was so intense I had to gasp.  He held me even tighter
as my second climax, so much greater than the first, burst from deep in the
base of me.  I felt my balls contract then pour a seemingly unending load
of my spunk far inside him.  We slept again until about five o'clock in the
morning when I fucked him for the third time.  This time he shot a load so
immense I thought he would never stop.  Mine was buried within but I knew
it was monumental as well.  We both woke again about eight o'clock and my
cock was still hard as I drew it out of him.

"You're the horniest monster I think I've ever met," he whispered as he saw
my erection.

"And you're the only monster I want to be with," I said.

We lay entwined for about another hour until he said we'd better get up or
we would be disturbed by the bedder who was due at ten to clear up the
room.  Of course, the washing facilities were primitive but we made
ourselves presentable and I packed up my possessions and got ready to
leave.  After all that slow, relentless activity I was absolutely starving.
Paul grinned when I told him and said he'd planned our day, starting with a
late breakfast.  As I handed in my key at the Porter's Lodge the Head
Porter called out, "Mr Tanner, a letter from Dr Bell."  It was a formal
offer of an Exhibition in Mathematics at the college on condition I passed
the entrance exam.  It was all I could do from hugging Paul on the spot.
That day passed in a whirl.  First of all I 'phoned my parents to tell them
the news.
  Then even though it was the end of October Paul insisted we went on a
punt on the Cam.  We looked at colleges, and ate and drank.  We watched the
eights training and commented, sotto voce, on some of the nice bodies
straining on the oars.  Paul pointed out one lad who he said had his eye on
him and lived on the same staircase and, if I didn't mind, he might make a
move himself.  I said I didn't like to be teased like that and said if I
heard anything was happening I would personally castrate the pair of them.

"Before or after?" asked Paul, digging me in the ribs.

"While you were doing it," I said.

I actually told him I trusted him and if he felt he wanted the lad he
could.
  I confessed that `The Six' were at it all the time.  He grinned and said
he knew as Billy had written to say what a good friend I was.  Good for
Billy, I thought.  He then added that I wasn't to neglect Billy and he and
I could do as we liked because he knew I was also faithful to him.

That night I was to spend in his room.  A bit more spacious than the one
the night before.  I was introduced to several of his fellow inmates on the
stairway, including the rather strapping young lad who we had seen rowing
that afternoon and no one seemed at all fazed about Paul having someone to
stay.  Paul said no one bothered if you had a male friend to stay the night
but girlfriends or `young ladies from the women's colleges' were not
allowed!

We had another slap-up meal that evening, paid for by a very generous Dad
who had pressed four five pound notes - a tremendous sum - on me on
Thursday evening when wishing me well.  We sat and chatted for a while when
we got back to his room but soon we were undressing and without anything
being said were head to cock on his bed.  His cock seemed even bigger than
during the summer and he said the same thing about mine.  Perhaps we were
both on a final growth spurt which I would have to check up with Gerry, his
ruler and his charts.  We sucked each other off twice before settling down
in bed.  Paul said he was so proud of me and wanted me to be happy and
successful.  I knew with him and my other friends I couldn't go wrong.

As we both got horny again I insisted he should fuck me.  His prick was
bigger.  I needed quite a bit of lubrication even though I'd had Billy's
thick monster in place on Wednesday.  Paul's was thick and long and he used
it to raise me to heights of passion I wished would never end.  I wanted
more and more of him and held him tight by squeezing my muscles as I felt
his bush of hair brush against my tight balls.  My spunk squirted out as he
relentlessly thrust his prick into my willing body.  He came in long,
forceful spurts inside me soon after I had emptied myself with jets of warm
spunk squirting right up over my face and onto the pillow beyond.  He
fucked me again in the same intense way as dawn came and when he roused me
at nine o'clock I didn't want to disentangle myself from his breathtaking
clutches.  I broke down and wept and startled Paul who thought I must be
unhappy about something.  I wasn't.  I was gloriously happy and they were
tears of happiness.  I told him more about how sad Billy had been and Paul
again said I must never neglect him and I agreed.  We parted at the bus
station later that morning and I sat all the way, nearly missing my
connection, pondering over the whole wonderful weekend.

After arriving home to joyful parents I 'phoned Billy to tell him the news.
He couldn't ask me too much on the 'phone but said we would celebrate soon!
He also said he was spending a lot of time learning his lines.  Oh, dear, I
thought, I'd better do the same.  The reason was we had parts in the school
play to be performed in the last week of November.  It was "A Midsummer's
Night's Dream"!  Appropriate for the start of winter?  Anyway, our head of
English, Fergie Potter, had decided that this was the play to do as a) he
wanted to perform it as in Elizabethan times with an all-male cast, and b)
he wanted Billy as Bottom.

Billy was always in the school play and this year was to be no exception.
Fergie said he would be perfect in the part.  Of course, this caused a bit
of hilarity with our little clique as we said Billy was quite happy being
`top' or `bottom' so it was an ideal part for him.  Kish was cast as Oberon
and Gorgeous Gerry was to be Titania.  This caused even more merriment but
he said it was an honour to be chosen and he would be able to shag Kish on
stage in full view of the audience.  We pointed out that it was Bottom who
did the shagging and Gerry said "Him as well!"  Varun was to be Puck and I
was to be Snout the tinker with a chink in his wall.  Fergie was very adept
at casting!  A set of statuesque twins, Richard and Christopher Tracey, in
the First Year Sixth were cast as the two girls and Nads Conway, the
Captain of Hockey , was an imperious Theseus.  Nads got his nickname not
because of the size or shape of his organs but because, as a shy First
Former, having heard the word used by someone and realising they were
something unknown but anatomical, piped up in a Biology lesson and asked
the master what were `gonads'.  He'd been Nads ever since and rumour had it
even his mother referred to him in that way and only called him Leslie when
she was annoyed with him.

As rehearsals went on we found that Mee and Smye were drafted in as the
`rude mechanicals'` attendants and Billy personally selected the sweetest
of the First Years as Titania's little helpers.  A big surprise was that
Gerry's mum did the wigs and make-up and we all looked absolutely stunning.
Varun darted about the stage clad only in the smallest of loincloths and a
broad smile, much to everyone's delight.  The performances were a huge
success.  Billy brought the house down every evening.  His parents and mine
were there for the first night and immediately booked for the last night as
well.

The next weekend we had a big match and Dad and Mum were booked to go down
to see one of my sisters as her brat, Anthony David James Hanford, was to
be six.  I detested the child, even though my sister had given him two of
my names, as I thought he was very spoilt.  Daddy was a solicitor and also
played rugger but I always found him to be a pompous prat so, even though I
always got on well with my sister and loved her dearly, I was glad of the
excuse of the match not to go as well.  I think they were also secretly
pleased as some sleeping space would have had to be found for a great hulk
like me.

I solved the problem of companionship for the weekend by getting Billy to
stay with me.  He jumped at the chance and he decided he would also stay
Friday night as well as Saturday night.  I told him as it was important
that we won the match that he wasn't to tire me out on the Friday night and
he certainly wasn't going to be exhausted either.  He merely winked and
said "Just wait, me lad!"

Well, Friday night wasn't a problem as we both agreed once was enough so we
had a very satisfactory sixty-nine and then slept soundly.  It was a good
job we had a good night's rest as the school team we played against were
very good and very strong.  We were behind in the score right up to the
last five minutes when one of our wings grabbed the ball, made a desperate
run for the line and just made it as four or five of their lot piled on top
of him.  It was up to me to convert.  Not too bad, a slight angle and I
just made it.  We won, by one point.  Billy was so pleased he thumped
everyone on the back to congratulate them and, good sport as he was,
commiserated with the Captain of the other side.

It had been a tough game and all of us were full of aches and pains so when
Billy and I arrived home we had to daub each other with embrocation.  Billy
was in a skittish mood so I had to watch where he was rubbing the stuff as
I certainly didn't want any near my knackers.  I threatened retribution if
he even accidently anointed any sensitive part of my anatomy.  He had an
evil grin on his face all the time so I wondered what he had planned for
later.

I left him in charge of getting the table laid while I took Mum's car to
the fish and chip shop.  I got good helpings again as the lad was serving
that night as well.  He grinned this time and didn't blush - I nearly
suggested he might like to come round after he'd finished as a nice present
for Billy, but thought better of it!  Anyway, when I got back home again
Billy had set out everything immaculately.  We had fish and chips and a
bottle of Dad's best Chardonnay, an excellent mixture for a boys' evening
in, and after washing up went straight upstairs to bed.  It was only half
past eight!

We had another shower, mainly to get rid of the stink of wintergreen.  In
any case if I was going to use my tongue on Billy I didn't want to be
lapping up the remains of a liberal application of Sloan's Liniment.  I
needn't have worried.  As soon as we got back to the bedroom I was Rugby
tackled and dumped on the bed with Billy kneeling over me holding my arms
out so I couldn't retaliate.  Then he started licking.  Under my chin, a
number one turn on for me.  I squirmed and threw my head back and moaned.
Billy's tongue then went on a lightning tour of all my erogenous zones,
stopping briefly on lips, nipples, armpits, navel, up and down my ribs and
then lapping at my more than horny dong.  He let go of my arms but I just
kept them spread out as he continued, never stopping long at any point,
while I, to coin a phrase, lapped it up!  Somehow he had managed to get
some Vaseline on his fingers as next thing I knew he was sucking my cock
and inserting the first of three fingers into my hole.  He left my cock and
licked up to my chest and attacked first, my right nipple, then, secondly,
my left.  His second finger entered me and as he locked his lips on mine I
felt myself being stretched by his third finger.

He finger and tongue-fucked me for several minutes.  I was nearly on the
verge of cumming without him touching my shaft.  He lifted his head.

"I promised you when I came to see you when I was all upset that I would
fuck you rigid, so it's tonight, Jamie, `Be Prepared!'

With that he lay over me between my legs.  I automatically lifted them and
put them over his shoulders.  I was ready and waiting.  Not for long
though.  I felt his oh-so-hard rod press straight on my still open hole as
his fingers were withdrawn.  I pushed down as the whole of his knob-end
plunged into me.  I gasped.  Not with pain but the suddenness of it.  He
stopped a moment and stuck his tongue into my open mouth.  Then with slight
thrusts I felt his whole thick length enter me completely.  We lay still,
our tongues battling for supremacy, our unfocussed eyes staring fixedly at
each other.  Very gently, his hips began to move and his prick was
withdrawn and pushed back just a tiny amount.  Each time he moved it was so
positioned that my inner gland was rubbed.  In return I was keeping the
same rhythm squeezing his cock with my butt muscles and trying not to
scream out in ecstasy.

We kept this up for what seemed like ages until Billy withdrew his tongue
and whispered, "Oh my God, I'm gonna come!"

He quickened up his thrusts although the movement in and out remained the
same.  He collapsed on top of me gasping for breath as he shot the most
stupendous amount of spunk deep inside me.  He was still twitching as his
belly rested on my dick and this was enough for me to shoot as well.  I
produced loads of creamy spunk and I felt it gush up between us in warm
surges.  His mouth met mine again and we breathed for each other,
open-mouthed, forcing the oxygen into each other's lungs.  We fell over
sideways.  I still had his hefty dong in me and no sign that it was
shrivelling.  I put my arms round him and we lay together still tonguing
each other as we relaxed.  That is, we relaxed, not our cocks, as mine as
well was still quite rigid.

"Fuck me again, please, Billy," I whispered after about twenty minutes.

He started the tiny hip movements again and I could feel his hairy bush
tickling my balls.  He fucked me like this for the best part of an hour
giving me the most wonderful feelings which sent the whole of my body into
periodic frenzies where the internal, animal passions took over and I could
not, and didn't want, to control them.  In essence, he was fucking me
rigid.  I was so far gone I couldn't control even my voice or the noises I
was making and when I shot my second load I just gave vent to the most
horrendous howl.  Billy immediately clamped his mouth over mine again and
speeded up his thrusts and within a minute also howled as his second charge
of hot cum filled me even more.

As he lay panting I watched his tightly closed eyes.  There was a stream of
tears running down his face onto his nose and down his cheek.  I licked his
salty tears and whispered, "Are you OK, Billy?"

"Oh yes," he murmured, "I'm so happy, being here but I want to do my best
in the future."

I asked him what he meant.  A serious talk with your best friend's thick
cock still gouging out a massive chasm in your internal arrangements might
seem not quite what one wanted.  But, Billy was both happy and concerned.
I clasped him even tighter.

"Tell me, Billy," I said, nuzzling his cheek.

"I don't know what to do.  I'm leaving school next year and I don't know
what to do," he said almost plaintively.

I giggled, perhaps unadvisedly.

"Don't repeat yourself, Billy," I said reprovingly, "What would you like to
do?  Think of what you're good at."

"Don't know," he said, haltingly, "I like History and I like acting."

"Well," I said, "Think about those then."

I wanted more of Billy than his worries at the moment.  We could talk about
such things in the privacy of the school not in the privacy of my bed.  He
lapsed into silence so I took the initiative.

"Come on, Billy, let's go and have a shower and then it's my turn."

He flashed me the evil grin again.

"Fucked you rigid and now it's your turn, eh?  What are you going to do?"

"Wait and see!"

With that I moved sideways and Billy's still half-erect cock slid out.  I
knew I was well-filled with his spunk and luckily I'd put a large towel
down on the bed.  I clenched my buttocks and made for the bathroom.  I sat
on the loo and expelled Billy's outpourings.  He came and stood in front of
me, laughing as I strained.

"Come on, Jamie, you've got to wash all your spunk off my chest."

I looked down and saw I was also liberally coated with the drying remains
of my creamy outbursts.  I stood up.

"And you've got to clean me up, too!"

We went into the shower and soaped each as the hot water cascaded down.
Billy gently cleaned me internally with his fingers and I started to get
another hardon.

"Bloody hell, Jamie," he exclaimed, "You've only just come twice and you're
wanting it again."

"Wait until I get you into bed," I threatened.

"But I'm hungry," riposted Billy.

"We'll raid the fridge and then watch out, I'm randy as hell!"

Billy grabbed a towel and dried himself rapidly and then threw me the
towel.
  Next thing he was haring down the stairs in the nude and I heard the
fridge open and close.  I put the towel over my shoulders after I'd dried
myself and sauntered downstairs.  Billy was sitting at the kitchen table, a
large sandwich in one hand and his cock in the other.

"Want a bit?" he asked.

"Of what?"

"Either!"

I grabbed at the sandwich, which he handed over and I took a bite.

"Now make your own," he instructed, "Or you don't have my body!"

I laughed and prepared another couple of sandwiches, one of which Billy
wolfed down together with about a pint of orange squash.  He burped loudly,
slapped me on the back.

"Second course upstairs, eh?"

After w got back into bed, lying on a clean towel, it was my turn to start
the ball rolling.  Actually I started the balls rolling as I felt down
between us and took Billy's pendulous young bollocks in my left hand and
hefted them so they bounced one after the other in my palm.  My right hand
found a nipple which I began to caress gently with a wetted fingertip.
Billy was now the one to moan and groan.  I had located where he'd put the
Vaseline so I rescued it and dipped my fingers into it and moved from his
balls to between his legs.  He parted his legs and drew his knees up
slightly.  My first finger entered him very easily and he moaned louder.  I
began to be a bit more rough on his nipple and pushed a second finger in
and then a third and as his mouth opened I stuck my tongue in so our
opening manoeuvre was almost repeated, now with me in charge.  My cock was
now fully erect so I rolled on top of him and pointed the head at his
pucker.  I thrust forward and went up to the hilt in one slow, forceful
lunge.

I wanted to fuck him so badly I couldn't wait.  My body and cock took over
as I pulled almost out and pushed in fully getting faster and faster
accompanied by full-throated cries from Billy.

"Fuck me, Jamie, harder, harder, go on, fuck me!"

I speeded up and my movements were so intense I felt the sweat streaming
down off my neck and between my pecs.  Billy kept up the litany of
exhortations until with my ramrod going at full throttle I felt the spunk
in my balls begin to boil up and I shot another full load this time fully
and deeply inside Billy.

Billy's pleas changed as I inhaled and leaned up.

"Wank me, wank me, please, please, wank me, quick, quick,.........!"

I grabbed his thick cock and pulled his foreskint back and wrenched the
skin down as far and as roughly as I could.

He screamed "AHHHHHHHH......!"

Then as I pulled down even harder, "More, more, I want more," he wheezed
through gritted teeth.

I gave him more.  I used as much force as I dared and my fist was gripping
so hard and flying so fast I wondered if I might injure him.

There was a final "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH" from Billy and a huge fountain of spunk
flew straight up in the air from his slit.  I swear it must have gone
upwards at least three feet.  He wasn't only the highest pisser but, I bet,
he would have broken all-comers' records for the high jump in spunk!  The
stream of pearly cum sploshed down onto his chest.  He grabbed my hand to
stop me beating his meat.

"Oh Christ, Jamie, that's never been so good.  How did you do that?  Oh
God, I want that again, but not now!"

He put his arms up and, this time, I was grabbed and bonded to him, with
his load of spunk.  I was still hard as iron and rammed right up inside
him.  We rolled onto our sides and fell asleep.

I woke up gradually at about one o'clock.  The light was still on and Billy
was snoring quietly.  My still firm prick was trapped inside Billy.  I
inched my way out and all Billy did was grunt in his sleep.  I went to the
bathroom and washed my cock and the dried cum off my chest.  I crept back
into bed, switched the light out and spooned myself against Billy's broad
back, my arm over his chest, and slept the sleep of the innocent.

In the morning I woke first and went downstairs and brewed up a pot of tea
and took it back upstairs.  I woke Billy up slowly with nuzzles and kisses
and he looked rather startled when he opened his eyes.

"Oh God, Jamie," he said, with some relief, "I wondered where I was."  He
stretched his arms up.  "Come back to bed for a moment I want to tell you
how I feel."

In the next few minutes Billy poured his heart out, he was so happy to have
such good friends and never wanted us all to part.  When he had finished,
without saying anything, we moved around and sucked each other off, slowly
and sensuously until we had both come pouring our friendship offerings into
each other's open and willing throats.  After we had shared spunk on our
tongues I poured the still hot tea and we sat up in bed like `an old
married couple' as Billy said and tried to decide what we would do for the
rest of the day.  Decisions, decisions.  The first one we took was at ten
o'clock when Billy's hand reached for my prick and he gently wanked me to
my fifth climax since last evening.  The feelings in my cock and balls were
terrific even if, this time, my outflow was rather limited.  Naturally, I
had to give Billy the same and he came, like me, to an almost dry
culmination.  We lay huddled together until almost eleven when hunger got
the better of Billy so we showered once again, this time got dressed and
went and scoffed cereals and toast and marmalade.

Being good lads and even better students we settled down and did a couple
of hours work before I stuck the two prepared dinners from the freezer into
the oven.  As celebration of our overwhelming sexual prowess we had two
glasses of sherry each before dinner and, after, nodded off on the settee,
replete.  I drove Billy home at six and returned to clean up and do more
homework.  What a wonderful weekend!


Chapter Eight: Christmas Comes but Once a Year, Poor Bugger!!

Term went steadily on and, although we didn't have another weekend session,
Billy and I met up regularly with the others at Gerry's.  Kish called Billy
a boastful toad when he said we'd both come six times that weekend but I
shut the gibes up by describing Billy's tremendous fountain.  So, after
rugger practice one Thursday we were all in Gerry's den when the others,
obviously pre-planned, grabbed a not-very-protesting Billy, stripped him
and ordered me to repeat the demonstration.  As the others had roused Billy
by a combination of licking and sucking on various parts of his anatomy my
task was pretty easy and Billy did not disappoint.  Perhaps the geyser was
not quite so extreme in height but the volume of gism was impressive.

The day term ended Dad paid for another evening out for the lads and I was
allowed up to a dozen.  As well as the usual six, Paul, of cause, was home
and included and I invited Varun, much to his delight, and the terrible
pair, Smye and Mee, who were suitably impressed and, finally, the Tracey
twins, as I'd been helping one of them, Chris, with his maths.  There is
one certainty in life, other than death and taxes, a good Italian
restaurant knows how to fill the stomachs of growing boys!  We left the
place so full to bursting I didn't even have my nightly wank but fell
asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.


Christmas came and through some mis-planning on my mother's part, both my
sisters, husbands and kids (my other sister had a four-year-old son) were
invited as well as gran who had recovered somewhat - but it might be her
last, my father said in hushed tones of mock gravity.  The mis-planning was
good for me as I volunteered, with Paul's connivance, to move across to the
Phillips's for the duration.  As they also had a couple of elderly
relatives to stay as well I had to sleep with Paul.  The only problem was
that both of us, being a pair of horny bastards, could hardly keep from
bellowing out each time we came.  By the day after Boxing Day we had sucked
and wanked each other so many times we had to blame our haggard looks on
lack of sleep having to share a rather narrow bed not designed for two six-
foot plus hulks.  We didn't dare to try to have a fuck as neither of us
could guarantee we wouldn't yell our heads off.  In any case, the bed
squeaked!

Not being able to have a fuck was solved after New Year when I when I went
up to Cambridge with Paul to see Dr Bell again.  Paul said that going back
early would give him a chance of doing some much-needed reading and he
would also be able to keep an eye on me.  Both mum and dad said I did need
an eye on me and I wondered even then if my parents had an inkling into our
true relationship?

Arrangements had been made for me to stay in college for three nights.  I
was to see Dr Bell at nine o'clock on two days running for tutorials.  So,
Paul and I set off early in the morning to get to Cambridge and sort things
out ready for my stay.  I had the same room again and although Cambridge in
January can be a bleak, cold place someone had prepared the fire and it was
lit with a box of wood and coal beside it.  Paul sniffed derisively when he
saw it.

"At least I have a gas fire in my room.  It's very primitive in this
place!"

We made sure it was all stoked up and then went into the town for some
lunch.  After lunch we went to Paul's college and up to his room.  He said
as far as he knew the only person back on his staircase would be Jacob Van
Zyl, the lad in the boat I had seen the previous term.  Paul had told me
over Christmas that he and Jacob had spent a couple of nights together,
only wanking each other, and that I would like Jacob.  He had told me he
had come over from South Africa and there had been some trouble at his
school and he nearly got expelled but took his exams and was shipped off to
England rather than going to university over there.  I was intrigued and
Paul had said he hadn't enquired further but, no doubt, Jacob would tell
him all the story some time.

Paul was making some tea when he looked out of the window.

"Talk of the bloody devil," he said and opened the window.

A cold blast of air blew in as he stuck his head out and bellowed.

"Hi Jacob!  I'm back!  Come up here you big thick boatie!"

He slammed the window shut and turned and grinned at me.

"That's rather rude for you, Paul," I said rather primly.  "He can't be
thick if he's here, can he?"

"No, but it's a tradition that all boatie's are thick and some of them are.
They get in here because they'll be in the Boat Race and the other
thickie's will be in the University Rugger team."

"But you play rugger for your college and you're not thick!"

"Look, they have to someone bright in the team to help them put their
jockstraps on the right way round or else they wouldn't know which way to
run!" he laughed.  "Anyway, as I said, all boatie's are supposed to be
thick and they say that boatie's think the ridge behind your knob- end is
merely there to stop your hand from slipping off the end.  Yes, and Jacob's
got a nice ridge to prove it!"

With that there was a hefty knock on the door which burst open to reveal a
very sweaty Jacob, dressed in track-suit top and running shorts and shoes.

"Hi Paul..." he started and then saw me.

His big grin disappeared and he looked rather disappointed, I thought.  Was
I being in the way?  But no.  The big grin reappeared.

"Hi, you must be Jamie, I did meet you last term for a minute or two,
Paul's told me all about you...... and him!"

Oh Christ.  What had Paul said.  I turned to him.  He grinned back at me
too.

"Sorry Jamie, I should have introduced you, this blond bombshell is the
lovely Jacob Van Zyl, from one of our better known colonies.  He's the big
thick boatie I shouted at through the window and as you can see he's into
healthy sports."  He turned to Jacob, "Where have you been?"

Jacob then said he'd just run to Grantchester and back and wanted some tea.
While he was saying this I was looking at his legs.  They were very
muscular and still looked very tanned, but the most noticeable thing about
them was the blond fur which covered them.  His thighs below the revealing
shorts were thickly covered in small, damp curls of hair and these
continued down his shins.  He turned slightly and I saw the backs of his
thighs were even more abundantly forested.  He had a mass of blond curly
hair on his head and I wondered if he was as blond as that all over.  Paul
told him to take his stinking, sweaty body away and wash himself and he
could have some tea in five minutes.

He waved and went off at a trot closing the door behind him.  I heard his
door open below and slam.

"Is he as blond as that all over?" I asked Paul.

He shook his head as if I were a naive infant.

"Wait and see.  I'll ask him to show you, shall I?  But I will tell you he
doesn't have a tan line!"

Jacob was back in six minutes, dressed in shirt, pullover and trousers.  It
was obvious he and Paul were good friends.  After a few minutes bantering
and discussion about the new term to come I asked Jacob where he had been
for Christmas.  His face fell a bit.  He looked at Paul and then at me and
then it all poured out.

"Oh Paul," he said in a rush, "You know I was going to stay with Harry's
folks?  It was OK we had a good time over Christmas then one of the girls
staying there latched onto me and the night before I was coming back here
she came into my room at midnight and wanted me to fuck her.  I said I
wasn't into that sort of thing and luckily she thought it was because I was
religious.  I cottoned on to that and told her so but it was bloody awful.
I wondered what she might say to Harry."

Paul stood up and put his arm round Jacob.  "Don't worry Jacob, Harry's a
big thick boatie like you but I bet he's never had the opportunity to have
it away, yet.  He'd just be jealous you'd been offered, even if you did
refuse.  In fact, knowing Harry, I should think he would be glad you two
didn't fuck in his parents' house.  His dad's very strait-laced isn't he?"

Jacob nodded and broke away from Paul's grasp.  He looked at me.

"Sorry Jamie, I shouldn't have told you this, but it's been worrying me and
Paul's told me you and he always tell each other everything."

I was getting to like Jacob more and more, his looks, his accent and he
certainly wasn't thick.  Especially his looks, he was much shorter than
either Paul or me, about five nine I guessed, but he looked very strong.  I
was hoping I would see more of him!

"Yes, we do, " I said, "And we love each other too."

Jacob smiled, a lovely smile.

"I know," he said simply, "And I'm very jealous!  I want you and Paul to
love me too!"

This conversation was getting really heavy and Paul realised it so
lightened it up.  He told me a few things about college life and admitted
Jacob wasn't thick.  We got on really well and we decided to go out
together for a meal that evening.  After leaving the restaurant we'd walked
with Jacob back to their college and Paul came back to the one I was
staying in and announced he would be with me for the night because the
place was haunted and he didn't want his little boy to be frightened.
There was no one else in the rooms below me and all the ghosts were scared
away by the howling and shrieking which came from us as we each shot our
spunk three times that night.  Paul was now getting more used to shagging
me even though he said he still preferred to be sucked off.  I wanted to be
inside him as much and as long as possible so I shot my three loads deep
into him at ten o'clock, twelve o'clock and three o'clock.  I sucked him
off in between the first and second times and then at six o'clock in the
morning he lubricated me and fucked me slowly for nearly an hour before,
with a roar, he also came for his third time.  I thought, poor Jacob,
probably having just a lonely wank that night.

Breakfast was a bit hurried as I had to be at Dr Bell's rooms on the dot of
nine.  Paul came with me to the bottom of the staircase.  He poked me in
the back, "Don't wear your poor brain to the bone, young Jamie, and when
the bawdy hand of the dial is upon the prick of noon I'll be back."  I
wrinkled my nose at him and climbed the stairs and knocked, just as the
college clock began striking.

Dr Bell was most effusive but he kept clutching his jaw.  He explained we
could only have a morning session that day as he had a dental appointment
in the afternoon.  However, the tutorial he gave me must have lessened his
pain as he only grimaced a couple of times.  Once was my fault when I said
something really stupid working through a proof but I realised it straight
away.  The three hours sped by and I was engrossed in a problem when Paul
knocked to take me to lunch.  Dr Bell had given me a couple of problems to
have a go at before the next day and we wished him well at the dentists.


Chapter Nine: Jacob and his Story:

Paul had been out that morning and bought some food for lunch and after
that we both settled down to do some work.  At four he made tea and came
and sat by me at the desk which I had commandeered.  He put his hand on my
knee and stroked my thigh through my trousers.

"Ready for anything?" he asked.

"Mmmn," I murmured, feeling my cock stirring.

We moved over to his bed and stripped off and began to suck each other off
very leisurely.  I didn't hear anyone knock but the next thing I knew was
that a figure in singlet and running shorts was standing by the bed.  I
thought they looked rather skimpy attire for the coldness of the day.

"I was just going for a run but can I join in," came the familiar accented
tones of Jacob.

His singlet, shorts and jockstrap were off in seconds and we quickly
re-arranged ourselves on the floor.  His mouth replaced that of Paul's on
my cock and Paul noisily sucked on his, surprisingly, rather short length.

As his lips met the tip of my knob he whispered, "Have all you Britishers
got such big dicks?"

A muffled murmur came from Paul, "How do you think we conquered the bloody
Empire?  All we had to do was show them our cocks and they just laid down
and surrendered, like your lot!"  A muffled roar came next, "Ouch, you
fucker, that hurt!"

Jacob was having his revenge for the Boer War!  He had reached over and
grabbed Paul's goolies and given them a squeeze!

Mine was obviously not the first cock he'd sucked and he played with it's
length with his tongue and sucked very hard so it wasn't very long before I
knew I was about to come.  Paul's cock was already starting to throb in my
mouth so I knew both of us were about to explode.  I came first and Jacob
kept in every drop.  I wasn't so lucky with Paul as I gasped as I came and
Paul pulled his cock back momentarily out of my mouth.  He began to shoot
and before I could engulf it again half his spunk sprayed all over my face.
Jacob began to grunt and I heard Paul gasp and gag a bit.  We lay still for
a bit as I scrabbled around for a handkerchief to wipe the cum off my face.
The fire was nice and warm so we didn't move to get dressed and I was glad
we didn't as I wanted to look at Jacob a bit more closely.

Paul spoke first.  "I bet Jacob fires off even more than you, Jamie."

Jacob sniggered, "Saved it up specially for you, Paul.  I didn't do
anything last night.  It was hard not to but I remembered what you'd said."

Bugger me, so Paul and he had set this up!  I remembered then that he and
Jacob had had an earnest discussion just after we came out of the
restaurant.  Crafty sods, I'd been set up!  That's why Jacob had turned up
in just the minimum of clothing!  I didn't mind.  Jacob was a real expert
at sucking cocks.  I moved closer to him so I was able to take a close look
at his body.  He was blond all over.  I had never seen such masses of curly
hair round a boy's cock either.  The colour matched the fur on his legs but
from the curls at the top of his legs it burgeoned out into a dense bush of
thick, softish hair which spread, almost as abundantly, up to his navel.
His stomach and chest were also covered in a fine mat of tight curls.  I
pulled myself up even closer against him and ran my fingers from his pubic
bush upwards.

"It's quite a sight, isn't it?" he said, smiling, "The boys at school used
to call me `Rug'.  And you should see my brother, I swear he has to sheep
shear his twice a year!"

He lifted an arm, the pit was stuffed with a dense undergrowth.  I looked
at Paul who grinned at me.  He had a patch of dark hair on his chest and I
had nothing.

"Not bad for a kid of nineteen, eh, Jamie?" Paul said.

"When did it grow like this?" I asked, fascinated as none of my pals had
anything other than a scattering of hair around a nipple.  Certainly
nothing on their chests and stomachs.

"I had very hairy legs by the time I was fourteen, just after I started...
You know,...."  He made wanking movements.  "Then it started to really grow
fast when I was sixteen.  My brother's seven years older than me and I've
seen him all the time and his grew just like mine but he's much more hairy
than this now.  The Blacks on the farm call him the woolly lion cause he's
a bit more yellow than me and he's got long yellow hair they call his mane.
'Cause we had to keep our hair cut short when we were at school so we've
let it grow since then."  He tossed his head and his mass of curls rippled.
"He went to the school first so he was fifteen when I went first to the
prep school."

It turned out it was a very prestigious boys' boarding school and very
strict.  I asked him how he learned about growing up.  He said his brother
kept an eye on him and told him all about wanking and other things early on
when he was eleven as Casper, his brother, was leaving school and going off
to do his military service.  It was fascinating as he said soon after that
one of the older boys had got him to suck him off and a couple of the older
ones had also tried to let them shag him when they were on a hike in the
veldt.  What he said next really astonished me.

"'Cause I had to come to England as I wouldn't let one of my mates fuck
me."

Both Paul and I looked at each other.

"Do you want to tell us?" Paul asked, "You told me a bit, but I thought it
upset you."

Jacob put an arm round me and I did the same to him, he was trembling
slightly.

"Can I?  I want to, I'm really sad about it 'cause I had to leave my best
friend at home and I miss him so much."

His grip on my shoulders became fiercer as he looked directly at me.

"My best friend's name is Paulus and we were like you and Paul and we hoped
no one else knew how close we really were.  All the boys were wanking and
sucking each other, even the so-called athletes and we all knew but nobody
ever said anything.  But, with Paulus and me it was different, we really
loved each other and had done since we were in the prep school.  Another of
our friends was Hendricus and we'd both done things with him, just like
boys do.  I didn't know but Hendy, as we called him, was very jealous of us
two although we'd been friends for years.  This didn't come out until our
last year after Christmas, just last year.  Pauli had stayed on the farm
with me over Christmas and Hendy knew and when we got back he wanted me to
leave Pauli and get together with him.  We tossed each other off a few
times after that 'cause I did like him and we had been good friends in the
past but I said I didn't want anything else.  But then, just before the
exams, he was in my room one night and he tried to rape me.  He's much
bigger than me so he held me down on my front and shoved his cock up the
leg of my running shorts I had on but he couldn't get it in.  I struggled
and got away and then I socked him one right in the balls and he went off
swearing...

"A couple of days later I was called up to the Rector's office as Hendy, as
Head Boy, had said Paulus and I were more than good friends, which in our
school meant sex with a capital S.  And that meant instant expulsion.  It
was very difficult.  Hendy's father and Paulus's father are both in the
government and my father is very well-known too.  It was all hushed up but
we were told Paulus and I could take our exams and then leave South Africa
as soon as possible.  The Rector arranged my place here and when the time
came I was escorted to the plane by two very large thugs to make sure I was
on it.  Pauli was sent to Australia and we can write to each other and we
do almost every day.  When my brother heard what had happened he said he'd
kill Hendy as soon as he ever gets near him.  I told him he wasn't to, I'd
be OK.  And here I am.  And I love it here, except I miss my Pauli..."

I was so overwhelmed with his story and the strength of his feelings,
especially for the loss of his best friend, I pulled him towards me and
kissed him full on the lips.  He responded immediately and our tongues
twisted against each other.  Paul leaned over and hugged us both.

"Oh, Jacob, why didn't you tell me all this before?"

Jacob disentangled himself, his blue eyes shining with tears.

"I've never told anybody the whole story except Casper.  Even Dad doesn't
know what really happened.  He thinks we got into a fight over politics as
both their fathers are ministers and lots of people are leaving the country
because of that.  The Rector knew, but he's a very kind man and I'm very
grateful to him.  And you two are so happy together I wanted to tell you
how happy I've been and I want to be happy again...  Will you help me?"

My first response was to put my hand down and feel his cock.  As I'd
noticed before it was much shorter than mine.  He put his hand between us
and mine began it's rapid ascent to full stiffness as he gripped it tight.

"Oh my God, Jamie" he moaned as I pulled his foreskin down, "You've got a
massive prick.  I may have all the hair but look at my poor thing!"

Paul let go of us and watched as we beat each other's meat, slowly but with
great feeling, our eyes locked.  We both came within moments of each other,
both of us produced substantial spurts and then all three hugged again.  As
we separated I looked at Paul who mouthed, "Later".

We tried a different restaurant that evening and Jacob insisted on paying.
He explained his father gave him a very good allowance and his
great-grandmother who lived in London sent him a cheque every month.  "As
you Britishers say, I'm flush!"

He wouldn't join us that night in my room.  He said it was important for us
to have time together but, he said with a roguish twinkle in his eyes, he
would have his friend in bed with him, and waved his right hand.

That night I sucked Paul off twice and shot two more loads deep inside him.
We both commented that three times a day seemed to be good for both of us.
In fact, it nearly did for us as we didn't wake until eight the next
morning and I had to rush to get ready for Dr Bell's next tutorial.

He was very happy that morning.  He said for two reasons, a) that he'd had
his toothache cured and b) that I'd made a very good stab at the problems
he'd set me.  Again the three hours flew and when Paul appeared at twelve
Dr Bell suggested we just had two hours that afternoon and he would give me
lots of things to do at home.  I asked him if we could take him to the Blue
Boar that evening for a meal and he beamed and said he would be delighted.
I said there would be a fourth member of the party, Jacob Van Zyl.  He
beamed again and said he knew of him as the Rector of his school had
written to him to ask him to keep an eye on him even though he was in a
different college.  He said he knew that Paul had made friends with him as
his supervisor had told him.  What a network - everyone seemed to know
everyone else!

Anyway, we had a marvellous evening, a very good meal and Dr Bell told us
countless stories about the very odd dons he'd known in his time at
Cambridge.  In fact, he said, being seen with three handsome young men like
us would enhance his reputation no end.  As we left, several of the other
diners, all male, spoke to him and smiled at us.  I wondered if they
thought Dr Bell was included in our pursuits!

That night Jacob did stay in my room with Paul and me.  That night I took
his virginity as he'd only ever been wanked or sucked before.  Paul and I
prepared him well for my entry.  We kissed and licked him - a bit odd at
times considering his furry body - but he was soon writhing and moaning and
squirmed even more as I inserted the first of my well-lubricated fingers.
Paul added a second beside mine and Jacob could hardly contain himself with
our probing and thrusting.  We both managed to get two fingers in so he was
well opened up as I presented him with my unsheathed knob-end.  He grunted
as the knob entered him and his ring muscles closed behind my ridge and
gripped that first inch or so very tightly.  Gradually, as he relaxed, I
pushed slowly and relentlessly and my bush was soon pressed against his
balls.  As Paul held his legs over my shoulders he dipped his head and
began to suck on Jacob's short but ever eager cock.  I fucked Jacob slowly,
matching my movements to the bucking of his hips.  I couldn't get near his
lips as Paul's head was in the way but we communicated with looks and
darting tongues through our lips.  Just before I came his eyes closed
tightly and I knew he was near his climax, too.  We more or less came
together, I felt myself shooting loads of cum into him as Jacob emptied his
balls into Paul's mouth and throat.  As soon as we were able we turned onto
Paul and as Jacob sucked his huge cock I licked him and kissed him feeling
so close to these two wonderful lads, my Paul and my new friend, Jacob.

We all three had poured out so much rapturous energy in giving our love to
each other we fell asleep in a huddled bundle on my narrow bed after having
a quick wash at the most inadequate basin.  Poor little Jacob was squashed
between us two great hunks but he repaid us in the morning by sucking us
both off in turn as we awoke gradually.  I wanked him in return and he
produced a great amount of spunk.  Paul was right, he blasted out even more
than me.  He was a real bundle of energy as, after a leisurely breakfast,
he rushed off as he wanted to go for his run.  "Must keep fit, ready for
the Bumps."

I learned that the Bumps were College boat races held in February on the
Cam and they were both fun races but also fiercely fought.  Also, I found
out Paul was rowing in his College's second boat.  So, after breakfast and
I had packed my duffel bag and carted it to his room, he took me down to
the boathouses and we had lunch at a rather grotty pub, the Fort St George.
It was pretty cold that afternoon so, as I worked on the first two of Dr
Bell's problems, he went to Fitzbillies and bought crumpets and we toasted
them in front of his gas fire for tea.  If this was college life I was
going to enjoy it.  Even more as Jacob joined us for tea and Paul took us
to yet another restaurant for a meal.

That night Jacob insisted I fucked him again.  Paul watched this time and I
wanted to make certain that Jacob didn't come as I hoped he would fuck
Paul.  He was very impatient for me to enter him but I went very slowly,
lubricating him well first and finger fucking for quite a while until he
was wriggling like a demented worm, groaning and grunting and imploring me
to fuck him.  As I pressed my rampant shaft into him Paul inserted a
finger, then two, into my uplifted hole.  I was hoping for a long, slow
fuck but I couldn't control anything and I was soon frantically thrusting
back and forth to a rising series of delighted yells from Jacob and yowls
of jubilation from me.  If Jacob had beat me the day before on amount of
come I was sure I beat him that time.  I thrust forwards and backwards
about eight times and each time deposited another burst of my hot boy-juice
into him.  I flopped onto him and kissed him passionately for a couple of
minutes.  Paul was giggling because of the effect he'd had on me.  I would
pay him back with his own medicine as soon as possible and make him come
like he'd never come before!  Gradually we unwound and Paul lay back on the
bed.
  I kissed Jacob and said he was to fuck Paul and to make it last. I knew
it would be the first time Jacob had ever fucked another boy and I knew he
was a bit apprehensive but as soon as his dick entered Paul's lubricated
hole he was in his seventh heaven.  He came twice in quick succession and
when I fucked Paul as soon as Jacob had finished the second time there was
so much spunk in him I slipped in even more easily than usual.  I came
gallons again having been roused to a high state of frenzy watching my Paul
being fucked so rapturously by our new friend.  As I withdrew, his hole
really squelched and he refused to even try to empty it out.  After Jacob
and I had washed our pricks Paul lay back as we both wanked him to release
two mighty gushes of thick, creamy, spunk, and in between these rounds he
sucked us both off.  As we lay down to sleep I was almost delirious with
feelings.  I had been roused to such heights and my friends had been too
and we still had one more night, all three together.

Next morning we just lay in bed feeling each other's bodies, our cocks,
nipples, lips and so on.  I loved stroking Jacob's furry pecs and he
wriggled in response as my fingers brushed over his very prominent nipples.
At that moment Paul was fingering my twitching ring and Jacob was licking
under Paul's chin.  We had spent well over an hour just enjoying each
other's bodies in all sorts of different ways when Paul said suddenly,
"Watch it lads!"  We had to as the most enormous jet of spunk erupted from
his piss-slit and sprayed both Jacob and me all over our bodies.  "Oh
Hell!" said Paul, in a weary voice, "I never even knew I was near coming."
Both Jacob and I gripped each other's cocks and I was over the top, adding
my hoard of semen, this time over Paul, in a matter of seconds.  I pulled
down sharply on Jacob's five and a half inches and he shot well up into the
air and his cargo of come splashed down on top of mine on Paul's stomach.
We lay and panted until Paul gave the pair of us a mighty shove and
demanded that we should get up before we stunk his room out with the smell
of accumulated spunk.

Jacob laughed, "You mean like the Honourable Jermyn's at number seven?"

They both laughed again and then had to explain to me.  The Honourable
Jermyn was the younger son of some peer and seemed to spend most of his
time in his room beating his meat.  At least, that was what everyone
believed.  Jacob said he was really thick and was only at Cambridge because
Daddy paid the College to put up with him.  Paul said he was reading
English like him and was very grateful when Paul helped him with his
essays.
  "No he doesn't suck me off!" he retorted when we both grinned at him and
asked how he showed his gratitude.  But anyway, Paul said, there was always
an all-pervading smell of stale cum in his room and he was always playing
pocket billiards!

After breakfast I settled down again to try solving the problems and Jacob
and Paul went off to the Library to do some reading there.  They appeared
together about half twelve with sandwiches and bottles of Coke.  I'd had a
good morning and explained to them when we'd finished eating that I had got
on really well and saw there was a pattern in the problems.  As I solved
one it gave me clues to solving the next.  Both looked suitably impressed
especially when I showed them the pages of weird hieroglyphics I had
produced so far.  Paul patted me on the back and said I wasn't to let my
poor little brain boil and I'd better have a rest that afternoon as he had
to go and see his tutor.  Jacob said he would stay and keep me company and
Paul raised his eyebrows.  I said I was going to wait until that night and,
nudging Jacob, said we would give Paul the best night of the year so far.

After Paul went we made up the fire and sat either side of it and we
exchanged life histories.  He was most surprised at the number of
encounters I'd had, albeit mostly wanks, with so many lads and said he'd
just had wanks with about a dozen, all his age or thereabouts, except for
his brother and his friend Pauli and they'd sucked each other a few times.
He grinned at me.

"Got to tell you this, Jamie, you and Paul are wonderful.  You haven't
teased me about my little cock, 'cause I did get teased quite a bit at
school but the other boys were envious of all my hair when it grew and I
used to say you couldn't have both!.  My brother's the same, in fact I'm a
touch bigger than him.  It must run in the family 'cause my Uncle Albert's
is very small and that's what pisses off Hendy so much."

I looked puzzled.

"Oh", he said, "I never explained.  Hendy is also my cousin, my mum and his
mum are sisters and Hendy's cock is even shorter than mine.  He's built
like a brick shithouse, he's huge, but he's got this tiny dick and all the
boys gave him hell about it until he grew bigger and could beat them up if
they made remarks.  That night he tried to poke it up me I said it wasn't
big enough to shag a rat and that's really why he was so mad at me.  He
called me a rat anyway and accused me of telling the other boys to make fun
of him and said I had nothing much anyway between my legs to boast about.
It was a lie 'cause I hadn't said anything about him but there were some in
our form who whispered things whenever he came into the room like "Here
comes Hendy dinky dick!" and one day before a big rugger match someone had
stitched up his jockstrap so the pouch was ever so tiny.  He was really
pissed off with what I'd said so he grabbed me again and when he tried
again to flatten me on the bed that's when I got away and walloped him
where it hurts.  The bastard, 'cause we'd been such good friends as well as
being cousins.  He was just so jealous."

I said he would be together some day with Pauli and he could always rely on
my Paul if he was lonely.

"You don't mind?" he asked.

I said I didn't because I would like him to be my friend as well and all
being well I would be in Cambridge in October.  I told him all about Billy
and my other friends at home and all our adventures and described the
Easter Rugger Tours and we were chatting happily together when Paul
returned with muffins, this time, for tea.

To be continued.......

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