Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 13:03:12 GMT
From: Jo Vincent <joad123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Easter Rugger Tours - Before and After  Part 7 (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......

          Easter Rugger Tours - Before and After   (-07)

          The Final Chapters

               By Joel


Chapter Ten: Continued

Billy drove over to the big flat over the shop and Billy became the dutiful
son.  Mr Hall was large, red-faced and a bit reserved, just as you would
imagine an English yeoman farmer.  I must say that as I was now more
grown-up I was less in awe of him. He asked how I liked Cambridge and said
his brother's farm wasn't far off but in Suffolk.  As Billy helped his
mother in the kitchen Mr Hall said he didn't know what Billy wanted to do
when he left school but he was very proud of what he had achieved.  I bet
Billy's ears were burning.  I said I was very glad to have Billy as a good
friend and I expect whatever he chose to do he would do well.  Mr Hall
nodded at that and looked satisfied with my reply.

Lunch was stupendous.  Billy had eaten much more than us at breakfast and
now as he polished off two great platefuls of roast lamb, roast potatoes,
carrots and a host of other vegetables I thought he would burst.  At least
he had the grace not to burp!
  I wasn't far behind and as the Halls had something on at the Methodist
Church that afternoon Billy and I were left to our own devices.  I followed
him up to his bedroom and we flopped side by side on his double bed and
slept.  I awoke when Billy prodded me in the ribs.

"Come on, Dreamboat," he said, "It's four o'clock.  A brisk walk back to
yours and by that time the others will have arrived."

He packed his school togs and kit into a holdall, left a note for his
mother saying he would stay over with me Monday night as well and we left
feeling rested and ready for `whatever'!

We arrived before the others so I had the boiler stoked up and the place
really warm when the bell rang.  They too had bags ready for the morning
and Gerry had rustled up a very enjoyable supper from the depths of his
mum's fridge.  Inevitably, by nine o'clock we were in bed, or, rather,
across both beds, reliving the occurrences of the night before.  As it
happened we just reversed all the sequence of who sucked whom and who
fucked whom and got through three more ejaculations each for the day before
we settled down at midnight for our hard-earned rest.  At least I hoped it
would be a night of rest as I was in my own bed with Billy and the first
thing he did was to make me turn to face him as he hugged me close to him
with his meaty legs around my thighs gripping me tight.  He was asleep
almost immediately and I, taking great comfort in his closeness, also fell
asleep rapidly just wishing that I could be with my Paul much more.

My alarm clock woke us all at seven.  We all needed a morning piss which,
surprisingly, we took in turn without any wrangling.  I'd got to the
bathroom first and Charley had followed me.  I laid Charley on the bed on
his return on his side and began to suck his rapidly hardening cock.  Next
thing I knew was a nuzzling at my own erect penis - it was Gerry and the
beds shook as a lumbering Billy took up his position against Gerry with
Charley trying his hardest to swallow as much of Billy's thick tool as he
could.  The first eruption of the day didn't take long.  We all came within
about five minutes and each swallowed his buddy's spunk and I, for one,
savoured Charley's still rather boyish sweetness.

Later that morning at school I showed Dr Jackson my solutions to the
problems and he raised his eyebrows at about half the problems and said it
would take him ages to solve them, even if he could.  He asked if I had
used any text books and I said I didn't know of any which would have
helped.  His eyebrows went up again and he grinned and said I should send
them off immediately.  In fact, he took me and the sheets of paper to the
School Secretary - a fearsome old bird - with the request they be sent
through the school's mail.

I had driven the lads to school in the morning so had Mum's car parked in
the Staff car park.  A couple of the masters raised their eyebrows as they
wheeled their bikes out as Billy, Kish and myself got into the car after
school.  Billy made me stop outside the boys' entrance so he could roundly
tell several of the junior kids to get on their bikes and clear off because
they were cluttering up the roadway.  Luckily for them no child even dared
to raise one finger, let alone two!

I had told Kish about the weekend after our maths tutorial and said I was
having to restock at his father's shop after the gannets had been at the
food.  He said he was very sorry not to have been able to join in - he
looked a bit sad, so I said that we would arrange another get together
before long and he was always welcome.  He smiled.  Billy had overheard our
conversation and was in earnest conversation with Kish after I left the
Sixth Form Common Room.

On the way to the Sharma's shop I heard Billy say to Kish that he'd heard
that Varun kept him busy.  I didn't catch what Kish said but looking back
in the mirror I could see him smiling.

We spent some time talking to Mr Sharma, at least Billy did while I went
round gathering things and mentally ticking off our needs.  While I was
hunting on one of the shelves who should appear but Varun with Mee and
Smye.  I gave them a cheery smile and they all responded very affably.  I
thought I would try something as the terrible pair disappeared through a
back door leaving Varun with me.

"Hey, Varun, I want some of these," pointing to some small packets of
biscuits.  "Got a paper bag?"  As I said that I winked at him.  The effect
was immediate.  Though dark-skinned he blushed tremendously and stared
almost open-mouthed.  One could see the little cogs rotating `Who'd told
the Head Boy about paper bags?'  He looked round to see if Smye and Mee
were listening but they had closed the back door of the shop so we were
alone.  I thought I'd better put him out of his misery.

"It's OK, Varun, secret's safe!"

He gave me the most impish grin, rushed off and came back with three paper
bags.

"Would these be enough, sir?" he said and winked at me.

I cuffed him lightly on the back of the head and laughed.  He picked up my
basket of goods and carried them for me to the till.

"Will that be all, sir?" the cheeky monkey said as he sat behind the till
in his best shopkeeper mode and rang up the cost.

"I shall see that your brother deals with you appropriately tonight," I
said, with heavy emphasis on the `appropriately'.

"I should like that," he said almost sotto voce,"And if you put in a good
word for me that would guarantee a ten per cent discount!  The paper bags
are free anyway!"

We looked at each other and smiled.  Varun was a very bright lad and he
knew it.

I took the stuff to the car and waited until Kish and Billy appeared.  As
we drove off I told Kish about what I'd said to Varun.

He laughed.  "Little sod, I'll give him what for when I see him again!"

"I thought you did every night," grunted Billy, "I hear that's what young
brothers are for anyway, a bit of what for whenever!"

Kish laughed again.  "It's OK while it lasts but he's just at that always
horny stage."

"Aren't we all?" grunted Billy again, "I have a permanent hardon and the
bastard needs attention now.  Put your foot on it, James!"

Oh, well that meant as soon as we got indoors Billy was upstairs and
dragged a not-unwilling Kish with him.  A minute or so later I could hear
Kish telling Billy to stand still if he wanted it done properly.  I'd put
the kettle on and put out some of the packets of biscuits so I scooted up
the stairs and found the pair of them, starkers, in the bathroom fisting
each others lengths with Billy grunting and swaying around trying to get as
much feedback from Kish's flailing right hand.  I was just in time to see
Billy spray Kish with a liberal coating of spunk right across his chest

"Fuck me!" he said with great emphasis, "I needed that!  You do a great
job, Kish!"

He redoubled his efforts on Kish's ramrod and soon Kish leaned back and
showered Billy's frontage with an equal amount of youthful cream.

I had a hardon, of course, but if I was to get to the early Scout session
at six o'clock I would have to have a hurried tea and get changed and I
didn't want just a quick wank, I really wanted a good, hard, slow one.
Resignedly, I said I would wait until later when Billy quizzed me on my
needs.  I did say to Kish that was Billy's second for the day and Kish
confirmed our information about him and Varun by saying it was his too.

I left them to wash themselves and dress again while I went to my room to
get changed into my Scout uniform.  They were downstairs before me with
Billy preparing a pot of tea and eating a biscuit.

"My, my!" he said as I appeared, resplendent in khaki shirt, with
bi-coloured scarf and my prized Queen's Scout insignia and, of course, my
neatly pressed shorts and long socks.  "Look at him, a real little
Baden-Powell."  He came and stood by me and looked me up and down.  "Gosh,
Jamie, I bet you'll have all those little sprogs stroking your lovely hairy
thighs and kissing those manly knees of yours tonight, eh?  Or do you let
them get a bit higher?"

Kish laughed.  "I've told Varun to join the Scouts but he says he's too
busy.  I bet he would if he saw Jamie close up."

I said I would deal with both of them when I had time and, no, I didn't
encourage the young'uns in any unseemly activity - that only happened,
spontaneously, I added, when they were old enough.  Anyway, I was past the
quick wank in the bushes stage now as I had my rank and status to uphold.

"Did'ya say `wanking status?" asked a guileless Billy, "'Cause I overheard
Tony Field only this morning saying he bet you held the record for the
number you've helped!
  Is that true?"

Kish laughed.  "Come on, Jamie, tell us!"

Of course, Tony Field was one of my original pals in the Scouts so as well
as helping each other's urgent needs at times I suppose he'd kept an eye on
my progress.  Thinking about it, he also had quite a reputation for
clocking up a score so I bet he was about level-pegging with me.  I said
that I didn't really know.  I'd made a mental note when I started coming at
that summer camp when I was thirteen and a half of the first dozen or so
but with twice-weekly meetings, all the camps and weekends away and so on,
the numbers soon mounted up and then there were classmates, looking
pointedly at Kish who was grinning broadly, and, oh yes, the French lads,
and Sean and Aidan etc.  etc....  I supposed getting on for fifty now.

Billy whistled.  "Christ, Jamie, I must have led a sheltered life... it's
only you lot and on the Tours and my own poor thing!"  He pondered for a
moment.  "And what were they all like?  You know, anything you remember
especially?"

As the great majority were for quick relief of each other's needs I said
the one thing that stood out was it didn't matter who they were if they
wanted it, bingo, there was no stopping.  Also, I pointed out, I didn't
always start things off.  In fact, when I was younger the older Scouts used
to pair us off with them and although we had to toss them off first they
always reciprocated.  They knew if they didn't they wouldn't get a helping
hand next time.  There was one thing I had noticed and that was how quickly
lads' cocks grew, 'cause I'd noticed that with mine.  Both Kish and Billy
nodded wisely.  Kish said what Gerry had told us, that Varun was getting
bigger almost weekly.  We all nodded wisely, thinking back, I suppose, to
the time of our own newly-expanding cock lengths and the newly experienced
but continuing pleasures.

I finished my tea and said I'd be back before eight so I expected a good
meal when I got home.  They, unsportingly, both gave me a vigorous
two-fingered sign and I drove off to collect Gerry to take him to Scouts.

After Scouts Gerry said Charley was waiting for him at home so he wouldn't
come back to mine.  I drove home carefully as the roads were getting very
icy and the gritters were out, parked the car in the drive and went through
the backdoor into a darkened kitchen.  I thought the worst.  What had the
crafty sods got planned for me.  But no!  I went through to the living room
and there they sat, sipping glasses of my father's best Tio Pepe sherry,
both with pads of paper and scribbling furiously.

"Aha!" said Billy drily, rather like father's sherry, "Back home at last"

I said I was late because of the ice.

Billy nodded and continued.  "Your mother rang just after you left and I
said that Kish and I were house-sitting while you went off to get your
oats.  She told me where to find some food and to have a drink so supper's
in the oven.  You can park your hairy legs next to me 'cause we have been
doing some paperwork."

He patted the sofa and I sat down.  Kish handed me a glass of sherry.

"Big match on Saturday and you are chosen to play, Kish has deigned to
partake as well."  He turned a page or two of the pad.  "Then there's the
Easter Tour.  Podger has said he can't chaperone us and the Head Beak has
said it's you and me in charge and he expects every man to do his duty!
Same schools again and Kish and I have been putting together the squad.
Pity Charley isn't here but I'll go through it with him tomorrow. Anyway,
Podger suggests because we were a bit tight on replacements last year we
can make it five extra this year.  He's checked with the Abbey and they can
put us all up as usual.  We shall just need one more host at the other two
schools."

He raised his glass and took another sip.  "Must say your father keeps a
good cellar!  There's a bottle with supper.  Hey, can Kish 'phone home to
say he'll have to stay the night because of the ice.  Eh, Kish?"

Kish said he'd have to ask his dad.

"Come on, Kish," Billy said, "You're over eighteen now, `When your balls
weigh half a ton, then you're a man, my son!'  Go on, your parents know I'm
a good influence on you but you'd better leave a message to tell Varun
he'll have to pleasure himself tonight!"

"Go on, Kish," I said, "The phone's in the hall."

Kish put down his glass and went off.  Billy looked at me, rubbed his hands
and gave me a wicked Billy look.  Billy put a hand on my leg above my knee.

"And how many sprogs did you fornicate with this evening.  You look rather
dusty about the leg area.  Been on your knees?"

I laughed.  "Nothing so exciting.  We had a game of British Bulldog as a
finale and I tackled a couple of the more exuberant ones and slid on the
mats."

He slapped my leg.  "We'll have you sliding on the mat tonight, my boy."

Kish came back in smiling broadly.

"All OK, I spoke to mum and she said OK then Varun wanted a word.  I'd
promised to help him with his homework tonight so he's not too pleased.
Little bastard said he'd sleep in my bed tonight.  I know what that'll mean
he'll leave spunk stains on the sheets and think I 'll get upset in case
they're seen.  He did that before so I changed our sheets over and he never
knew so I must have a look as soon as I get home tomorrow."

Oh Christ, that reminded me.  Our cleaning lady would be in tomorrow.  I'd
better bundle all the sheets up and start the washer off before leaving for
school in the morning.  I'd noticed this morning there were several crusty
deposits and there were certain to be more before tomorrow.

Billy went to the kitchen and Kish and I chatted on for a few minutes.  I
was getting hungrier every second so was glad when Billy called us through
to the dining-room.  Oh God, the sods had got the best cutlery and dinner
service out while I was at Scouts and there were lit candles on the table
as well.  So the crafty buggers had planned the lot, even to Kish staying!
They had been busy because we had soup, main course and a pudding, with a
good bottle of red wine, in father's best cut-crystal glasses.  I dreaded
the washing-up!

Not to worry we buckled down and had all cleared away in ten minutes and
retired to the drawing-rom where Billy and Kish had a couple of my dad's
John Player Special's and, because I didn't smoke, I pointedly coughed and
spluttered and waved my arms each time any whiff of cigarette came my way.

"Oh, shit, Kish," Billy said as he stubbed out his fag-end, "The bastard's
getting on my nerves.  I think we should take it to bed, don't you?"

I was lolling on the sofa so was unprepared for the onslaught.  They
advanced on me and, big lad though I was, they scooped me up and carried me
upstairs as if I were a roll of carpet.  I was dumped unceremoniously on my
bed and while Billy lay over me Kish tied my hands to the bed head with a
couple of my school ties, then they, somehow, tied my ankles down to the
bed legs.  I was spread-eagled and helpless, mainly with laughter and the
effects of the good wine.

"Now, Kish," announced Billy, "I'm going to do something I've always wanted
to do.  I'm going to undress a Boy Scout before having my evil way with
him."

They both laughed and proceeded to take their own clothes off and put them
neatly in two piles on the dresser.  Oh God, both had hardons up to their
eyebrows!

"Bags I help too," said Kish pleadingly, "He looks as if he needs both of
us to help, eh Jamie?"

He drew a finger round my chin from ear to ear then stroked me round the
neck.  A move guaranteed to make me as horny as hell.  My cock was also now
fully erect and bulging out the front of my khaki shorts.  Billy was now
stroking the inside of my thigh and I was going to shoot a load if I wasn't
careful.  Oh fuck, it's something you can't be careful about.  If it's
going to happen it will!

Kish gingerly took my scarf off and balanced my leather woggle on the tip
of his cock.

"It won't fit round that," Billy said with a laugh, "Did he tell you he
could fit five of those on his skinny young dong when he was fourteen?"

Oh God, I'd forgotten that and also forgotten telling Billy about the
episode which happened at one of my Scout camps.  My cock, even then, was
about the longest in the tent so I had managed five, with a squeeze, when
the others could only fit four.

Kish opened my shirt and caressed my nipples.  I felt even nearer to firing
a wad.  He lent down and gently licked each in turn.  I squirmed and shut
my eyes and held on for dear life knowing I was drooling copiously.
Billy's hands moved up over my erection and tugged my shirt free from my
shorts.  He slowly undid the top button and unzipped my fly.

"Look at that!" he exclaimed, "Jamie's wet himself!  Not with fright, I
hope."

In my position I couldn't see properly but noted that at my cockhead was a
sizeable wet patch.

"Better have a closer look," he said inquisitively.

He eased the elastic of my briefs down and flipped them over my knob-end.
I could see a thin strand of silvery, viscous liquid about to drip back
onto my belly.

"Let's get them right off him, shall we?"

"That'll be a bit difficult," Kish said markedly, "With his hands and feet
tied how can we get everything off him?"

"Let's tickle the bastard then he won't know what's happening to him."

With that Billy began to massage my ribs with his thick fingers.  I was
sooo... ticklish and they knew it.  As I bounced around my shorts and
briefs were lowered to my ankles and I was almost screaming out for them to
stop.  Kish put a hand over my mouth as he tickled my nipples.  Billy undid
my feet but I was thrashing around so much I didn't realise they were free
so off came shorts, briefs and socks.  As Kish played scales on my nipples
Billy ran his saliva drenched tongue up and down my shaft.  Then, quickly
he lubricated his pucker with Vaseline, sat over me, held my prick end
against him and sat.  I thought my dick would snap in two as it pressed
against his tight rosebud.  He relaxed and I went in.  In one plunge Billy
took my whole length in and sat grinning like a huge ape, transfixed by my
shaft.

"You can undo him now, Kish.  I don't think he'll want to shift much now,
eh, Jamie.  It's my turn first, then I'll set Kish loose on you.  You know,
Jamie, we arranged all this while you were chatting up Varun this
afternoon.  In fact, Kish only rang home to see that Varun had done his
homework."

The bastards, so they had set it all up!  I screwed my nose up at him and
said I would give them both something to remember.  Kish shut me up by
giving me a kiss and untied my hands and manoeuvred my shirt off.  My
clothes were also piled neatly on the dresser.  Billy was sitting quite
still on me while all this happened.

"How would you like it, Jamie, nice and slow, eh?"

With that he raised himself slightly on his knees and I felt his internal
muscles suctioning my dick.  I groaned.  He would have to be very, very
slow, I wasn't far off coming already and I wanted it to last.

"Slow, please, Billy, as slow as possible," I pleaded, interspersing almost
every word with a groan of pleasure and he sat back then raised himself
again.

"I'll try, but I want it bad too!" he said and began to keep the slow
rhythm going.

Kish was now bending over me licking my nipples in turn.  I grabbed his
head and we tongue-fucked as I very slowly fucked Billy.  My climax built
up and up until, thrusting my tongue somewhere deep into Kish's mouth, my
reflex actions took over and I flooded Billy's insides with so much cum
there was a great squelching noise as he continued to slowly lift and lower
himself on my cock.

"God, the bastard wanted that didn't he," Billy said lifting Kish's head
away from mine.  "He's still hard up there so sit over his chest and he can
suck you and then I'll feed him some more."

Kish straddled my chest and put a pillow behind my head to raise me as he
bent his cock down and I took the circumcised head between my lips.  Billy
was still squeezing my shaft with his internal muscles so I remained hard
as I took more of Kish's brown rod in and licked and sucked it until with a
shout he shot his load over the roof of my mouth.
  I clamped my lips round him to stop anything escaping and swallowed his
salty sweetness.  My own shaft was still being massaged by Billy and I felt
quite bereft as he lifted himself off me and quickly went to the bathroom.
Kish moved his knees down my sides and next thing I knew my cock was
positioned against his well-lubricated hole.  He must have prepared himself
during Billy's bout.

My cock was also well-lubricated as it entered Kish's entrance and as he
slid down my greasy pole Billy came back with a great grin on his face.

"Had to clean up a bit," he mouthed at me over Kish's shoulder.  He cupped
his hand under my balls.  "Still got plenty, eh?"

Kish also began a slow, long fuck, riding my cock as if he were a champion
jockey.  It was only about ten minutes since I'd shot my previous load so
he was going to have to ride me for some time, the Grand National without
the jumps!.  Billy had other ideas.  He moved to my side and began the most
erotic dance with his tongue and his fingers over my lips, my chin, my neck
my nipples.  Every second the intense feelings moved from one part of me to
another except for the relentless pounding I could feel beginning to rise
from deep between my legs.  Kish was calling out softly a whole repeated
sequence of "OOOOOO....  AAAAAAAAAH.....  AHHHHHHHHH....".  My hips began
to buck convulsively, I couldn't stop them and I didn't want to.  I shot a
second load, as far as I knew as much as the first as the pounding in my
groin went on and on.  Kish shot a load almost simultaneously which
showered over Billy's hair.

He raised his head from the nipple his tongue was just touching.  "Fuck
me," he growled, "Now I've got a load of Indian Brylcreem all over my hair!

They collapsed over me and the three of us laughed and giggled until Kish
eased himself off my deflating shaft and I grabbed Billy's thick dong and
pulled him so that he straddled my chest.  I sucked on him very hard and
within thirty seconds he was yelling out thanksgivings for such a
cocksucking friend as he fired a tremendous wad into my waiting throat.  He
pulled his still dripping cock from my mouth and slid it and his body down
me putting his hands under my shoulders and hugging me tight to him.

"Oh God, Jamie!"  What did'ya do to me, I've never come like that,
wonderful, wonderful!"

He'd come like that before, I'd sucked him off many times and he always
thought it was the best ever.  Kish returned from a trip to the bathroom
and got onto the bed beside us.

"You'd better go and clean up, Jamie, then we can rest a bit."

When I returned the two of them were under the covers looking out at me and
smiling.  Brown and white, my two love-brothers.  I got in beside them and
we hugged each other and talked for ages about all sorts of things and then
we fell silent.  I reached out and switched the light off and we were
asleep.

As usual, I and the others were awakened by my alarm.  It was seven o'clock
and after each had a pee we got rid of the overnight replenishment of spunk
by sucking each other off.  I lined up with Kish as he took in Billy's cock
while Billy pressed my foreskin back with his lips and gave me another
climax to remember.

I did remember to set the washer off.  When Billy and I returned after
rugger practice, held in the gym because the pitch was icy, the house was
pristine and there was a note from Mrs Beckett our cleaner saying she
hadn't expected the place to be so tidy when she started!  I warned Billy
he wasn't to make a mess as my parents would be home tomorrow.  He just
playfully punched me on the arm and said he'd make sure he didn't spill
anything that night.

Neither of us spilled anything.  As soon as we were in bed we were
sixty-nining and swallowed each other's offerings without any trouble.
Later we fucked each other slowly and sensuously and our second comings
were contained successfully until the morning when we showered and just
tossed each other off.

My mother 'phoned as soon as I got home on Wednesday.  They'd decided to
stay until the weekend.  Gran was still very poorly and Dad could travel up
to London each day from that end.  Did I mind?  Get plenty of food, there
was a cheque in the post.  And don't forget it's your birthday in a
fortnight's time!  I was a bit annoyed, I had come to rely on Billy to keep
me company the last few nights but I consoled myself with the memory of
what I and my friends had done over the past few days and wanked myself to
sleep on Wednesday and Thursday thinking of them.  Gerry came to the rescue
on Friday and I stayed overnight with him but only indulged ourselves once
because of the next day's match.

That match was hell.  We all came off the pitch bruised and battered.  It
was a casualty- strewn draw, both the teams had been bad-tempered and even
Billy had lost his temper and said he'd whacked his opposing number in the
scrum a couple of times.  He had a cut eyebrow and I drove him to casualty
to have a couple of stitches put in it, plus a tetanus injection which the
young doctor insisted upon.  I had the most horrendous bruise on my cheek
and another on my thigh and poor Charley said he'd got a couple of loose
teeth after one tackle and maul.  I drove Billy back to his parents' flat
and was invited to stay for a meal.  I agreed and we retired, first of all,
to Billy's attic room to rub ourselves liberally with Sloane's Liniment.
Of course, we had a quick wank together which lightened our mood a bit and
Billy's mum filled us with good food which made us even happier.

I surveyed myself next morning when I rolled out of bed.  It wasn't only my
face and thigh which were colourful but I'd also got bruises across my ribs
and a purple patch on my left buttock where some foul fucker had booted me
when I was on the ground.  Sod this, I thought, I liked the game but
playing that school was a bit rough.  I jacked off in front of the mirror
just to see that some part of me still felt functional.  I liked watching
myself beating my meat and it was a pretty good display with plenty of
pearly come squirting out when I climaxed.  Then I remembered the letters.

When I got home the previous evening there were three letters on the mat.
One was the late arriving cheque from Mum and the other two had Cambridge
postmarks.  I recognised Dr Bell's neat handwriting on a re-used envelope
which looked as if it had been dragged through the mud.  The note was short
and to the point.  All the solutions were correct, two could have been
tackled with more elegance, but he didn't say how, and he hoped I would do
well in the entrance exams.  There was a PS "You have a future".

The other letter was from Jacob.  He said Paul was well and was working
hard - why hadn't Paul written? - but the main part of the letter was to
ask what he should do.  He had received a very abject and remorseful letter
from Hendy.  He said the letter begged his forgiveness for the dreadful
hurt Hendy had done to him and Paulus.  What should he do?  Ignore it,
write a letter back saying he couldn't forgive a shit like Hendy, or
forgive him?  He said he'd talked it over with Paul who had suggested what
he should do but he wanted my opinion as well without me knowing what Paul
had said and that was why Paul hadn't written to me.  What a conundrum!
The silly sod then signed off, "Your loving woolly bear".  I had thought
about Jacob and his problem when I got to bed that night and wondered what
I would have done if a friend had denounced me and my love for Paul.  I
would have been heart-broken.  More than that, I would have been broken.
As the Halls had invited me for lunch I thought I would consult Billy who
was a real bedrock of friendship as well as of good sense.

I made sure the house was tidy before I left as I didn't know what time my
parents would be back.  As soon as I arrived at Billy's I went up to his
room where he was busy working on an essay.  I showed him Jacob's letter
and told him the whole story.  He was aghast at the perfidy of someone like
Hendy and said his first thoughts were that he agreed with Casper, the shit
should be exterminated!.  But sanity prevailed and we said the same thing
as I had thought to myself the previous night, forgive.  We concocted a
draft of a letter which expressed our ideas which I could send to Jacob.
In it we said that he should point out to Hendy that although he was still
dreadfully hurt by Hendy's betrayal and the enforced separation from Paulus
some good had come out of it.  He was at Cambridge, a wonderful place and
he had made new, good friends who were seeing him through the crisis and
his feelings of despair.  If, after he finished his degree course Hendy
wanted to meet him it couldn't be in South Africa as he never wanted to
return.  I knew this as he had told me with so much venom about the
situation there which he abhorred.  But, he would meet him on neutral
ground, but also, it must be with Paulus as well.  We copied the draft out
neatly and I added a note asking him to give my love to Paul and I would
like a letter from him.  Billy put a hand out and held mine after I had
sealed the envelope.

"I could never do that to a friend of mine," he said with great feeling.
"I know you couldn't love me like you love Paul but I value you as a great
and faithful friend.  I'll probably get married some day but I want you and
Paul and Charley and Gerry still to be my friends.  You will, won't you?"

I said I couldn't think of anyone I would rather have as a friend than
Billy.  We sat and just held hands for ages until our thoughts were
interrupted by the stentorian tones of Billy's dad calling us down to
Sunday lunch.


The next weeks at school passed quickly.  Mum and Dad were home, gran was
much better.  The four of us, Gerry, Kish, Billy and I had a joint
eighteenth birthday celebration when we took all our regular Sixth Form
pals, plus the terrible two and Varun, out for a stupendous meal at our
usual Italian restaurant.  I said I didn't want a car as I couldn't have it
while I was at Cambridge so Dad said he would pay for a fortnight in Greece
for Paul and me and any of the others of my close friends who wanted to go.
Although he didn't say anything else, I was fairly certain Dad and Mum knew
about Paul and me!

I sat the entrance papers later in the term, by myself, in the Head's
study.
  Gosh, they seemed very searching but, I hoped I hadn't made a fool of
myself.  About the same time Billy disappeared for a couple of days without
anyone knowing where he'd gone.  A week later he announced to the assembled
Sixth Form in the Common Room that he'd been for auditions for entry to the
Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts and had been awarded a scholarship.  Gosh, I
don't think I have ever seen so many people so pleased.  He said his father
had expressed some reservations about having a son on the stage but said he
could always fall back on the greengrocery business if times were hard.
Gerry said Billy would like that as long as there were plenty of big
carrots or cucumbers to fall back on!

I had a congratulatory letter from the College saying I was awarded a
particular scholarship as well as the exhibition so I must have done well
in those ghastly exams.  Another short note appeared from Dr Bell.  He
hoped I would take up the offer of a place and I would be in his tutor
group.  Dr Jackson smiled a wry smile and said I don't envy you, he'll work
your brain to the bone!


Chapter Eleven: My Final Rugger Tour:

My third and final Easter Rugger Tour was imminent.  Billy busied himself
sorting out the various pairings.  Charley had insisted the terrible pair
were included among the reserves as he maintained they would be the
backbone of the First Fifteen next year.  I agreed as I'd noted how much
they'd come on in the last few months.  The quieter taller one, Peter Mee,
had impressed me with his calm enthusiasm and I decided, if asked, to have
him as my first pairing.  However, being crafty I suggested to Billy that
Peter and the other one, Tony Smye, could be Kish's pairings for the first
three nights.  Billy grunted and said as Varun had already got them running
rings for him the elder brother might as well have his turn.  I then, quite
casually, said I would have them as well and Kish could have the mouthy
one, Tony Smye, for the first two nights.  I found from Billy's scribbles
he'd got two of the other Fifth Year reserves as his companions of the
night and the other one had Charley and one of our over-large lock forwards
for his bed-mates.  As this Fifth Former was a well-built lad with a good
length I thought he shouldn't be outmatched.

As soon as the lists went up the terrible two dogged my footsteps at
school, volunteering for all sorts of extra Prefectural duties.  The
taller, quieter one was obviously overjoyed with his pairings and when we
got off the bus at the first school he followed me to Llew's house like a
young puppy.  I knew Llew wouldn't be there the first night but Mrs Davies
said we would be so welcome and she certainly meant it and gave us a
splendid supper.  Peter was rather apprehensive at first when we arrived
but under Mrs Davies's Welsh friendliness he became quite chatty and we
also heard all about Llew's exploits from Mrs Davies.  Finally, after
goodnight cups of cocoa we made our way up to Llew's bedroom.

I took the initiative and quickly stripped off completely while Pete was
still in the bathroom.  So, when he came in I was busily folding my clothes
up and getting my kit ready for tomorrow's game.  I also had the beginnings
of a hardon.  Pete looked me over and fixed his eyes for some seconds on
the section below my navel.  He was a bit slower than me in undressing but
as he did so I noticed he took several glances at my equipment which I
deliberately kept in his line of vision.  I was having a hard job to not
get a sudden, complete erection.  As he eventually pulled his underpants
down and stepped out of them I saw we matched in both having semi-hardons.

"Usual nightly occurrence," I said as my cock, uncontrollably, sprang to
attention.

He went slightly red around the gills as his shaft did the same.

"Better take care of them, hadn't we?"  I said, moving over to his side of
the bed.

I wasn't prepared for what he did next.  As I got close to him, he dropped
to his knees, grasped me round the backs of my legs and took half my tool
in his open mouth in one go.  He sucked and licked me with such frenzy it
was all I could do not to shout out.  In the end my lengthy rod was almost
completely engulfed by his darting head and I couldn't help it but I came
so quickly and flooded his mouth with so much cum I made him cough and
splutter.  I pulled my prick out of his mouth and dropped to my knees as
well.  I fixed my mouth over his and we tongue-fucked with my spunk until I
lifted him up and laid him on the bed.  I ran my spunk coated tongue down
his whole body as he moaned softly and then took his young, quite lengthy
prick into my mouth and soon felt his warm semen squirt into my throat.  I
licked his sensitive knob and he squealed.  I leaned over him and gave him
back some of his offering as our tongues met again.  Gently, I opened the
bed covers and we got in together and lay arms and legs entwined for ages,
our tongues lightly darting in and out of each other's mouths.

"That was wonderful, Pete," I murmured in the end, "Thank you."

"I've wanted to do that for a long time and I never thought you would do it
to me," he confessed.

We lay with our heads close together and whispered into one another's ears
as he told me that he and Tony were so grateful to me for helping them so
much.  He said they were very friendly now with Varun though he was a
cheeky little so-and-so.  I asked if they'd practised on each other.  He
hesitated for a moment and then said `all the time' and that meant with
Varun too.  I said I thought so and then I explained that he'd better not
try that tactic tomorrow night as I didn't know if Llew was into
cocksucking.  He said he would be careful as he knew all his friends wanked
together but as far as he knew only he, Tony and Varun were doing anything
else.  I didn't enquire into what `anything else' might encompass but
guessed, if Varun was involved, it might be more!

The game next day was very enjoyable - at least for us.  We ran in three
tries and I managed to convert two of them.  Pete had part of a game as one
of the wings had cramp during the second half.  One of his unkind friends
said he expected it was because of too much activity the night before.

Llew was waiting for us when we arrived back at the terraced house after
the game.  He hadn't grown any more but was still as voluble as ever.  He
and Pete got on well together I was glad to see.  Mrs Davies was on duty
that night so disappeared off just before eight o' clock.  I looked at the
clock just before ten and nodded at it when Llew looked at me in
conversation.  He took the hint and within ten minutes the three of us were
in his bedroom.  I stripped off first to lead the way with Llew not far
behind.  One difference was that over the past year he had sprouted quite a
patch of black hair on his chest.  I complimented him on that and he
reciprocated by saying I was now beating him on hairiness of legs.  Pete
was a bit slow in casting off his clobber so I grinned at Llew and we
advanced on him from either side, upended him and pulled his remaining
garments off.  He had a hardon like a young stallion.  Llew grabbed it and
started to toss him off so quickly the poor lad's mouth gaped open and he
clutched at the bed clothes.  I moistened my fingers on my right hand with
spit and began to circle his left nipple as Llew picked up speed pulling
the kid's foreskin fully back on each hefty downstroke.  Pete was shaking
his head from side to side and panting heavily.  I reached down with my
left hand and caught hold of the nice package below the base of his prick
and massaged his bollocks within.  He began to make guttural noises in his
throat going, "Nuh.. Nuh.. Nuh..  Nuh... Nuh.."  These changed suddenly as
I felt his balls draw up.  I pulled down on his scrotum and he went to a
series of full-throated cries, "Oh..  Oh..  Oh..Oh..  Ohhhhh..  Ohhhhh..
Ohhhhh..  Ohhhhhhh!!"  The last cries in the sequence were accompanied by
four strings of thick, white spunk which leapt out of his piss-slit and
landed, each one on top of the other, dead central on his breastbone.  The
spunk was so thick it almost stood in a pile like whipped cream!  Of
course, I hadn't seen his spunk the night before as I had swallowed it
straight down.  I did know it had a good consistency and taste!  Even after
he had come his whole body was still twitching and his hands were still
clenching the bed clothes.  He was going "Oh my God, Oh my God," now and
quietened down a bit as Llew and I exchanged glances and smiled at each
other.

As Pete opened his eyes he must have seen Llew standing directly in front
of him, his hardon jutting out at forty-five degrees from his body.  Pete
sat up, causing a rivulet of cum to start cascading down his stomach to end
up in his pubic bush.  He opened his legs, grabbed Llew round the buttocks
and pulled him towards him and with one go Llew's thick, Welsh dick
disappeared into Pete's open mouth.  I wondered what Llew would do having
warned Pete not to try anything too much.  Llew was taken by surprise.  I
saw this writ large on his face but Pete, very expertly, sucked on him,
moving his head back and forth and it was Llew's turn to make strange
noises.  Whether they were evocations to the Welsh Gods I do not know but
vowels and consonants in unknown combinations spilled from his lips.  I
thought I'd better help so I grabbed his balls and gave them a good squeeze
and as I did they rose and stood on either side of the base of his cock
like two proud, hard walnuts.  Llew's hips now moved in time with Pete's
mouth and with wild, Welsh cries he came, and came, and came.  Poor Pete.
He tried his best but Llew's balls, I knew from past experience, produced a
fair bit of gism.  Although Pete closed his mouth as tight as possible
round Llew's jerking rod a mass of spunk flooded out and dripped down
Llew's cock as Pete released it and swallowed hard.

"Oh, Christ," exclaimed Llew with a great deal of emphasis, "I've never had
that before.  I've heard about it, but, Oh Christ, wonderful!!"

He leaned forward and kissed Pete on the forehead.  He turned to me.

"Has he done that to you?"

I nodded and said he had, last night.  Llew looked at me and shook his head
almost in disbelief that having one's cock sucked could give one such
pleasure.  He glanced down at my rod which was, as usual, not only rigid up
against my belly but drooling copiously.  A thin tendril of colourless
fluid was almost to the floor.  Even though he had only just come Llew went
into action.  He opened the bottom drawer of his dresser and pulled out the
familiar towel.  He quickly wiped down Pete's front then chucked the towel
on the floor some distance away from me.  He told Pete to get off the bed
and stand about five or so feet in front of me.  I knew what was coming, I
was for a start, but Llew had experienced the distance my pent-up come
could fly and was going to put it to the test again with young Pete as the
target!  It certainly was pent-up.  My viewing of those two intensive
workouts had raised my sexual temperature to boiling-point.  Llew stood
just behind me and ringed my prick with two fingers and thumb.  He had
remembered my favourite hold.  Ouch!  He pulled back so hard on his first
stroke I thought he would tear my foreskin off.  But no, he managed to keep
it as far back as possible as his fingers gripped my shaft and massaged
that so, so sensitive point just under the ridge.  Thirty or so strokes
later I knew I couldn't contain myself any longer.  I grunted, gritted my
teeth and squinched up my eyes and spunk zoomed out of my knob-end like a
missile.  It was a homing missile and home was square on Pete's chest where
five great globs landed with the accuracy of a Moon landing!  Pete gasped
and Llew laughed and gave my cock an almighty last tug which made a sixth
gobbet fly up to land just at the edge of the towel by Pete's feet.  He was
staring, first at my prick, still in Llew's hand, then down at the new
ribbons of cum rolling down his stomach.  I put my hand behind me and
clasped them round Llew to support myself as my thigh muscles were still
tingling greatly.

Pete whispered, "I've never seen a thing that big and I've never seen
anyone shoot as far as that."

Yeah, I had to agree, even if it was me!  As soon as Llew had started
beating my meat I had stared at the reflection in the mirror on his
wardrobe.  I must admit that the sight of my seven-incher, foreskin fully
back, dark red knob rampant, was formidable.  Even more impressive was the
quantity of spunk I always produced and the distance I could eject it.  If
I was really worked up, like today, then, WOW!!

Llew let go of my prick, picked up the towel and wiped young Pete down
again.

"You don't do too badly yourself.  Is your stuff always as thick as that?"

Pete said it was and he'd always made lots like it.

Llew pointed at Pete's still quite rigid dick.  "What's that, about six and
a half?"

Yes, that was one thing I'd noted the night before, Pete's cock lengthened
considerably from its nascent state.

Pete nodded, looking pleased as Punch.  "Yep, just under and Varun says
it's still growing 'cause it's over a quarter of an inch longer now than at
Christmas."

"Who's Varun?" asked Llew.

I explained he was the brother of Kish who Llew remembered from last year's
game and he and Pete were good friends.  We decided to get into bed then
so, with Pete saying nothing, I told Llew the tale about `the terrible
pair' and their conversion to the road of righteousness.  As Pete was lying
in between Llew and me he put his hand between my legs and held my balls
and squeezed them gently each time I magnified their transgressions.  In
the end the three of us went to sleep with Llew spooned against Pete's back
and Pete and me facing each other with my arm loosely round his shoulders.

As we snuggled down Pete whispered in my ear, "Thanks for everything."

We all woke around seven o'clock and very slowly and gently Pete wanked us
two older ones off.  Then Llew jacked off Pete before he had to get out and
go to his lonely bed before his mother arrived home.  Llew's last words as
he bade us farewell as we walked to the bus were to Pete thanking him for
the magnificent new experience he'd had.  As we turned the corner out of
Llew's sight, Pete nudged my arm, "No one can resist that, eh?"  Cheeky
sod!

The match that afternoon at the other school was rather scrappy.  Whether
everyone in our team had worn themselves out the night before, I don't
know, but the exhortations to our squad by Billy did little to raise the
level of our game.  In the end it didn't really seem to matter who had won
as the other captain was heard several times to curse at his lot for not
getting into the game a bit more.  However, everyone was very cheerful in
the showers and we were all much entertained by a trio of lads from the
other school who knew countless verses of `Four and Twenty Virgins'.

As we came out of the changing-rooms I spotted Duncan and young David,
beaming broadly and itching to rush up and greet me.  I collected Tony Smye
and introduced them.  As I knew Tony had a younger brother of David's age I
thought they would get on well.  In fact, he and Duncan ended up in
animated conversation as we rode to their house on the local bus.  I found
out from David that Frankie was at home holding the fort as both the girls
had gone away for Easter.  I was looking forward to meeting Frankie again
as I'd only spoken to him on the 'phone a couple of times since I'd seen
him last Summer and I didn't really know how he and his boyfriend were
getting on.  I wanted to tell him about Paul and me at New Year and my
visit to Cambridge.

Frankie was just the same.  He and his mother and the dogs made us very
welcome.  As usual, the boys were sent off to clean our boots while Mrs
Cooke put our dirty rugger kit into the washer.  Tony and I offered our
help but Mrs Cooke ushered us out of the kitchen and asked if we would like
a drink before dinner.  This turned out to be a large glass of red wine and
by the time the meal was over and we three older lads each had another
couple of glasses each I was feeling quite light-headed and exceptionally
randy.  I had noted that Macbeth's porter probably meant he'd had a bit
more to drink when he said although it provoked the desire it took away the
performance.  With me a couple of glasses both provoked the desire and, I
felt, enhanced my performance.  But then, I still hadn't experienced being
really drunk!

Duncan and David were sent up for their baths and I noticed that Frankie
didn't have to supervise.  When his mother was out of the room I asked him
about them.  He said Duncan now insisted on keeping David in order and
David and Duncan were inseparable.  I went upstairs a bit later to have a
pee and went along to their room.  They still had the bunks with Duncan on
top and David below.

"Thought you would come to say goodnight," said David in his very precise
manner.  "You've grown even more since last year."

"So have you and Duncan," I said, "It won't be long before you're as tall
as Frankie."

"Are you sleeping with Frankie tonight?" David began.

Duncan leaned over and shushed his brother.  "Mustn't ask things like
that!"  he said.

I grinned at him and bent down and said goodnight to David.  As on previous
occasions he pecked me on the cheek, then said, "See you in the morning."

I tucked the blankets around him and poked Duncan in the side.  "Good
night, big boy!"

We watched the news at ten on telly and then decided to go to bed.  As
before, Frankie's four foot bed was accompanied by a put-u-up.  As I had
peed not long before I went straight to the bedroom and stripped off.  Tony
came in next and I saw him eying my cock and balls as I folded my clothes.
I wondered if he'd had any discussions with Pete during the day.  Frankie
then came bustling in and cast his clothes off so quickly the room looked
as if it was hit by a whirlwind.

"You're a bit slow, lad," he said to Tony.

I guessed he was a bit shy like Pete had been .  In fact, although he
always seemed the more outgoing of the pair, he was acting rather coy this
evening.  He was slow.  He took his time, eying both Frankie and myself as
our cocks began to rise as is natural for boys our age every night!  I
realised why.  Tony's cock was not as developed as Pete's and so he
wondered how we would view it!  He took his underpants off and stood up.
His youthful cock was dangling free at about four inches.  Frankie moved
over to him.

"D'you want a hand with that, Tony?" he said.

He reached down and drew Tony's foreskin back.  Tony flinched but the
effect was immediate.  A rampant almost six inch cock drew up to attention.
It wasn't long but it was thick.  I could see a touch of the Billy's there.
`Long and thin goes well in, but short and thick does the trick!'

"Has Jamie wanked you yet?" he asked.

Tony looked at me almost pleadingly.  "No," he replied quietly.

"Come on then, let me see what you're made of," said Frankie, starting to
rub his fingers up and down Tony's thickness.

I picked up the towel which Frankie had put on the dresser and laid it on
the floor.  Frankie moved behind Tony and began to wank him slowly.  Tony's
eyes shut and his mouth opened.  He leaned right back on Frankie and I
could see Frankie pushing his cock down into Tony's arse crack.  He didn't
seem to mind and pressed back further against Frankie's thighs.  Frankie
was actively rubbing his own cock somewhere around Tony's ring.  I wondered
if there would be any developments.  Anyway, my speculations were
interrupted quite suddenly as a stream of spunk erupted from Tony's knob.
It was so quick and sudden I think it took us all by surprise.  In fact,
instead of Tony looking pleased he looked rather crestfallen.

"I came much too quickly," he murmured, "Can I do it to you next?"

He changed places with Frankie and took hold of Frankie's longer and even
thicker tool.  He was an expert wanker because very quickly Frankie
squirted his load over the spread out towel.  I went over to Tony and put
an arm round his shoulders.

"It's OK Tony, we've got all night."

He looked up at me with almost sorrowful eyes.  "I didn't want it all to
happen so quick!"

I took his right hand and put his fingers round my prick.

"I think I'll come pretty quick too this first time."

I did.  He slid his hand up and down my rod and within a couple of minutes
I was ready to drop a load.  Frankie had seen my performance before but it
startled young Tony when my five ropes of come emerged like tracer bullets
from my slit.  Luckily it was a bath towel as I did my usual four to five
feet ejaculation.

Later, in bed, we had another wank session when I tossed Tony off slowly,
with much writhing and low moaning and, as nobody had commented on the size
of his prick he seemed much happier.  Frankie then brought me to a very
satisfactory conclusion and, as Tony watched again, I pulled Frankie's
pudding.  As we settled down for the night Frankie slipped out of the bed
and got onto the put-u-up which squeaked and creaked with his weight.

I slept very soundly, back to back with young Tony.  Then I found myself
waking up and thinking to myself `I'm having a wet dream!'.  It couldn't
be, I'd been tossed off twice the night before and although I'd had a
wonderful dream involving Paul I didn't think I'd got to the point of
shagging him or him shagging me.  Then I realised I'd got a real, warm
experience happening to my groin.  It was still quite dark but I realised
my erect cock was in someone's warm, soft mouth.  It couldn't be Tony as I
felt his back pressed against mine.  Pressed hard against mine and moving
backwards and forwards very slightly.  I opened my eyes more and peered
towards the put-u-up.  It certainly wasn't Frankie whose shadowy figure I
could see sitting upright on the edge of that bed.  I put a hand out and
felt a head pressed almost against me, moving slightly up and down my
shaft.  I thought first of all it was young Duncan then I realised it was
his younger brother David.  David was very expertly sucking my cock.  His
young mouth must have been stretched considerably to accommodate both the
thickness and the length.  I was past caring about such mundane matters.  A
great throbbing started beneath my balls and the poor kid had a very quick
mouthful of my hot, morning cum.  He never batted an eyelid.  I heard him
swallowing hard each time I spurted another instalment and as I finished he
very expertly licked my shaft clear of any stickiness and it was only
because I lifted his head away that he didn't lick my ever so sensitive
knob clean as well.

Almost as soon as I came Tony gave about six convulsive jerks of his
buttocks against my arse and I knew he's shot his load as well.  I looked
over at Frankie and as my eyes had become accustomed to the gloom I could
see he was grinning broadly at the endeavours of his young brothers.  Young
David was still on his knees by the side of the bed so I reached out and
very easily lifted him onto the bed.  I pulled down the covers exposing
both Tony and me and whispered to David that he should lie face up down my
front.  Seeing what I was doing Duncan scrambled on top of Tony and the
pair of us wanked away at the brothers' rigid young cocks.  I tried to go
as fast as I could because I guessed young David wasn't producing any sperm
yet but would enjoy a good hard dry cum.  It didn't take long before he was
bouncing up and down on me with my hand over his mouth to stop him calling
out.  As he jerked to a standstill I gave him a few moments then started up
again.  Three minutes later he had an even bigger orgasm and flailed around
on me so much I thought I might come again by spontaneous combustion.  In
fact, I thought I'd come again as a spray of warm come hit me on the face
and on the back of my hand held over young David's mouth.  A few moments
later an even greater spray of come squirted all over the four of us.  The
first was young Duncan with his prick bent and directed over his brother
and me.  The second was Frankie's load as he'd stood up as he saw his young
brothers' reach their climaxes and showered us with the results of his own
jerk-fest.

Frantic whispering then went on.  On questioning the two youngsters we
found it had all been planned.  David, the youngest, turned out to be the
instigator and spokesman!  He said he'd decided that we should be dealt
with that way.  He and Duncan had practised every night for over a week and
Frankie confessed the two young tykes had both sucked him off for practice
with a bigger cock the night before we turned up.  Duncan said they'd
tossed a coin to see who would have whom and he'd won and chosen me.  Was
it good?  I turned him over on me and gave him a great big kiss.  There was
a slight squelching as Duncan turned over on Tony and was rewarded in the
same way.  I nudged Tony.

"How old's your brother?"

"He's nearly thirteen like David," he giggled, "And I'll have him trained
very soon!"

I asked David if he enjoyed being wanked.  He said he loved it and he made
it a condition every night that if he did Duncan then Duncan had to do him.
Duncan then said he often did David twice 'cause he came so quick but he
didn't make any stuff yet, a fact I'd already noted.  He then said one
afternoon when everyone else was out he'd made David come five times in an
hour and he'd nearly fainted in the end.  Oh God, I wished I'd had a
brother to do it to me at that age!

Frankie gave Duncan a towel and told him to wipe us down and then he shooed
the two youngsters back to their room.  While he was out I whispered to
Tony that I hoped he kept young Varun busy as Kish needed his sleep at
nights.  He sniggered and said Kish had kept him and the lad they'd stayed
with the last two nights very busy.  As I was facing him in the bed he put
his hand down and put his fingers round my semi-hard shaft.

"Do you want it again?  I wouldn't mind." he asked.

I said I didn't, thinking I would be rather exhausted if the game at the
Abbey school was tough, but I grabbed the towel off the side of the bed and
put it between us and found his already erect prick and wanked him fast.
Horny sod came almost within seconds, panting and puffing and spraying
spunk over me as I'd held his cock at an angle.

As he shot so Frankie sidled silently back into the room and got into his
noisy bed as quietly as possible.  I made a mental note to ask Tony how
many times he tossed off per day as he's already come twice since midnight!

The young boys were especially bubbly over breakfast, so much so I wondered
if their mother might ask why.  But I assumed they were often like that
although David kept surreptitiously putting his hand on my thigh.

As we went upstairs to collect our things he followed me into the bedroom.
He looked up at me slyly and said in a whisper, "Your thing is still much
bigger than Frankie's!"

I cuffed him lightly round the head then hugged him to me.

"You mustn't say that.  Frankie's thing is just right and so will your's be
soon."

He grinned up at me.  "I like mine now anyway."

He insisted on carrying my bag for me and all three of them said as we
parted that we must meet up again.


The journey to the Abbey school went very quickly.  I noted a few bleary
eyes so assumed others had had interesting nights as well.  As we got off
the bus I was collared by Sean and he took Billy, Charley and me to meet
the Abbot.  He was most affable and wished our team well, but not too well,
and hoped we would enjoy our stay.  We thanked him and went off to have a
very substantial but rather stodgy lunch.

Billy and Charley had decided that all the five reserves would play the
second half.  Charley moved from scrum half onto the wing and the lad who
was scrum half in the Junior XV took his place.  He was short, about five
foot four, but stocky and was an excellent player.  I was left at number
fifteen but four others came off so the others, including Tony and Pete,
could take their places.  In the end we won quite easily.  Sean was their
vice-captain and made the usual excuse that all their best players had gone
home for the holidays.  Still we had more excitements to come!

The five sixteen-year-olds hadn't been told of the tradition of kissing the
cocks of the try scorers or good players so were quite surprised by Billy's
little speech and the line-up which was then made.  I was in as I'd
converted two tries and, best of all, the young scrum half was next to me
having scored a try straight from a scrum under the posts.  Poor lad, as
soon as the first lips touched his short fat dangler, they were mine
incidently, he went hard.  The short fat cock became a good-sized fat cock
with a large knob peeping out of his foreskin.  He blushed but quickly
realised that three-quarters of the squad were well towards stiffness by
the time the rounds had been made.  We had just finished this when the
lights went out as scheduled.  There was a general scramble for the
allocated beds and Plan A when into operation.

Unbeknown to the five youngsters Charley had orchestrated their partners
for the night.  He'd decided that each of them were going to be tossed off
five times for a start!  I had been told my three were the ones other than
Tony and Pete and my first one was the little scrum half.  The five had an
inkling about what might happen but young Chris Mellor was a bit startled
when I got into bed beside him.  We lay and chatted for a few moments and I
was reminded of my first tour when Brian had lumbered into my bed.
However, this time it was my duty, as the older one to toss him off first.
He was soon making the usual animal noises which were being echoed
elsewhere in the room.  I had got him settled into a steady rhythm when I
heard the main door open and, as last year, members of their First XV squad
crept in and dispersed round the room.  One of their lads got partly in the
narrow bed with us and was feeling Chris's balls as I wanked him.  Chris
soon shot his first load of the evening and, after recovering, wanked me at
the same time as I jacked off the nameless lad.  Chris was left with three
loads of spunk on him as we went arm in arm in search of my second victim.
We exchanged names and I found he was Dermot O'Neill, in their First Year
Sixth.

My next target was Barry Irons, a burly lad who I'd had one or two run-ins
with when I first became a Prefect.  In fact, Barry was the first boy I had
put in detention.  I can't remember why, but like the `terrible two' he was
also now a Sub-Prefect.  Barry was lying very still as Dermot and I
appeared on either side of his bed.

"Hi, Barry," I started, "Having a good time?"

He snorted.  "Billy Hall's a bit rough, isn't he?" he complained.  "I
thought he was going to pull it right off."

He glanced at the figure on the other side of him.

"This is Dermot," I said in explanation, "We're working as a team."

I pulled the covers off Barry who instinctively put his hands over his cock
and balls.

"Come on, Barry," I said encouragingly, "Surely you know the drill.
Anyway, who were you with on the rest of the Tour?"

He brightened up a bit.  "Oh, Charley Fawcett and Gerry Simms, it was
brill!"

"Plenty of the usual, eh?" I asked, at the same time moving his hand from
its position protecting his valuables.  He was partially erect and I felt a
good-sized dick spring to life under my fingers.

"Oh God," he said, realising he was being wanked off for a second time, "I
only came a few minutes ago."

"Too late to say you wouldn't come on the Tour. You've got to keep coming
on the Tour, that's the rule, eh, Dermot."

Dermot giggled and I felt his hand also stroking the side of Barry's now
erect rod.  I let go and Dermot took over.

"Now Dermot, Barry's always been a naughty boy," I said, "I had to put him
detention last year and Podger, our rugger master, had to slipper him
before that."

"Oh Christ," said Barry, wriggling under Dermot's attention, "Don't tell
him about that, I can still feel it!"

"I bet you can."

"What did he do?" asked Dermot leaning over the bed towards me.

"The little bastard hid his pal's rugger shorts just before a Junior XV
match and substituted them for a pair of his sister's navy-blue gym
knickers.  His problem was that Podger heard the row going on and,
secondly, laddo here forgot that his sister's name was on a tape sewn
inside.  Podge grabbed him and as he hadn't got fully changed into kit gave
him six of the best on his bare arse with a gym slipper so he had to play
with a sore bum to start with."

"God, it hurt," said Barry giggling a bit, "But it was a good jape."

"Yeah, but you were lucky Podge didn't make you wear them."

I could just discern in the almost darkness that Barry was grinning up at
me.

"God, this feels better than Podge's slipper," he said and moaned slightly
again.

"My turn, Dermot," I said and as Dermot let go of Barry's tool I gripped
it.

"Fast or slow, Barry?" I asked.

He groaned.  I took that to mean he didn't care so I carried on at the slow
rate Dermot had initiated, at the same time listening to the muffled
conversations from adjacent beds.  I could heard Billy's gruff tones
telling someone that he'd better come soon and there were low moans and
yelps from other lads who were either on the verge of coming or were firing
their sticky wads.  I quickened my pace and Barry also began to moan in a
monotone.  This changed to an insistent variable noise as Dermot rubbed and
squeezed his nipples in sequence.  There was a silence, then a succession
of "OOOOH"'s and "UNHHHH"'s as a stream of spunk spurted from Barry's knob
onto Dermot's hand as he was still tweaking Barry's nipples.  Barry gasped
and gripped my hand to stop me wanking him.  I saw Dermot put the back of
his hand against Barry's lips and the lad licked off the cum splattered
there.

Silently, Dermot and I moved away from the bed and I guided him to my third
designated quarry of the night.  This was the fifth one of our reserves,
John Marshall.
  A really big lad who was prop in the Junior XV and, I'd noticed in the
showers, had a good thick cock and a massive bush of black hair around it.
He also had very hairy legs and tufts of underarm hair which showed even
when he had his arms by his sides.  Pretty good development for a lad who
was only sixteen.

He was lying in bed gasping for breath as we arrived.  His previous helper
had only just left him and here we were ready to give him his third wank.
Like Barry he protested a bit as he said he'd only just come for the second
time.  I said he musn't grumble and he lay there like a lamb as both Dermot
and I felt his hefty young cock.  Even though he'd only just come he soon
went rigid and between us Dermot and I worked on him steadily for about ten
minutes when, with a tremendous heave of his whole body, cum sprayed from
his knob up onto his chest.  I put a hand up and spread the warm juice
across his muscular torso and massaged some into the rings around his
nipples.  He groaned and twisted about as I did it and I could feel, under
my fingers, the beginnings of patches of hair.  I guessed by the time he
was eighteen he would have a terrific body!

So, I'd done my duty so far.  Dermot came back to my bed and tossed me off.
He said as I'd done it to him already perhaps he should go off and find
someone else.  I suggested we went together to see who else needed a pair
of helping hands.  We soon found a lonely heart in the shape of Micky
Nevens, one of my class-mates I hadn't yet had an encounter with.  He said
he'd just returned from have a good session with Ben Castle our other prop
forward and needed a rest.  Dermot and I squeezed into the bed on either
side of him and we had quite a long discussion about our two schools with
Dermot making us laugh about some of the antics the boarders got up to.
After some minutes I put my hand onto Micky's thin, long cock which was
quite hard.  He reached out and held both Dermot's and mine.

"Gosh, Jamie," he said admiringly, "I didn't realise you were so big."

With that we shut up talking.  I told him to lie back flat and I jacked him
off nice and slowly while Dermot massaged his balls.  As it was only his
second wank of the evening he came quite quickly and fired off quite a
respectable load which Dermot, as I had done with Barry, rubbed into his
chest.  I then perched precariously on the edge of the bed while Micky
pulled Dermot's wire and, although my cock was now feeling quite sore,
Micky wanked me off too.  I scooped up the few drops of spunk I had
produced that time and added them to the drying layer on Micky's chest.

We moved off from Micky's bed after fond and happy farewells and made our
way back to my bed.  I had done more than my duty and both Dermot and I had
had a busy night so far.  We lay in my bed facing each other and I said I
hadn't seen Sean so far in the room.  Dermot explained that Sean and some
of the others couldn't risk the threat from a rather officious dorm Prefect
who had said he would report anyone leaving the room.  Dermot said that he
didn't relish being in that lad's shoes on the last night of the Summer
Term when he was due to leave the school.  What Sean and his mates were
going to do to him didn't bear contemplating.

We were lying there, relaxed, just idly toying with each other's balls and
pricks and finding out more about each other when we became aware of a
slight commotion occurring down the room apparently from adjacent beds.
There were a couple of low pitiful cries of "No, not again, please!" and
"Oh Christ, no more, no, I can't!" followed by stage-whispers of "Come on,
lads, reinforcements needed!"

Several shadowy figures passed our beds and we heard hurried instructions
to `hold the fucker down' and `keep him still'.  I realised from the
direction of the noise that the two recalcitrants were naughty Barry and
John Marshall.  I assumed they were about to get their fifth wank of the
night and were protesting.  Dermot whispered that we should go and
investigate.  On the way a few more nude bodies joined us and there were
two small crowds standing around the two beds with the complaining
youngsters in them.  I leaned over someone's bare back and could just see a
hand gripping Johnny Marshall's cock.  He was being held down by three
others while the disembodied hand moved steadily up and down his fleshy
rod.  He must have been in agony as he kept up a litany of "Please, no!
no-no-no- NNNO!  Oh God, No more, please," The steady beat went on until
there was a terrifying gurgle from his throat and a hand was placed over
his open mouth to stifle the last sequence of "UUUUUNH, UUUUUNH, UUUUUUNH,
UUUUUUUNH!!!" as he shot his load for the fifth time.

In the next bed a similar drama was being played.  I moved swiftly to see
what I could.  I put my arms over two sets of shoulders and craned my
neck. Naughty Barry was being held down by about five sets of hands and he
was wriggling about as much as he could on the bed under these constraining
circumstances, struggling to get away from the hand pulling back and forth
on his dong.  Not only that but I could see someone's fingers also pinching
one of his nipples which probably accounted for some of the squirming.  His
ignored earlier protests were now confined to guttural sounds caused by the
deep breaths he was having to take in as his chest heaved and fell as his
abortive flailings had no effect on his captors.  As the movements of the
hand, which I now saw belonged to big Ben Castle, went on and on, up and
down his prick, the lad became even more distraught and began to sob.  He
managed to whisper out, "Oh God, pleeea....se stop", then produced just
three almost silent grunts as his spunk erupted.  Even in the almost dark
we could see there was a huge amount.  He certainly hadn't produced as much
as that when I'd wanked him for his second time.  There was a general gasp
from the audience of fellow wankers.  The lad I was holding onto on my
right had been fisting himself while watching and another load then joined
that glistening on Barry's stomach.

"Can't let the side down, eh Barry?"  I heard Ben whisper, "And you
certainly haven't.  Good lad!"

  I stood behind Ben as he stood up.  I patted him on his broad backside.

"Haven't lost your skills, eh, Ben?" I said.

He recognised my voice in the almost darkness.

"Crikey, Jamie, we've had a few, eh?"

We certainly had.  I had sat next to Ben almost the whole of our Fourth
Year after he'd discovered he and I shared one great delight, masturbation.
He would keep up an under voice chant of mucky suggestions whenever we were
set some work to do in class, together with undercover prods at my
genitalia with his pencil or biro.  This would culminate in me getting a
hardon and him trying not to laugh out loud.  I guess we tossed each other
off round at his house about every other week during that year.  So, I knew
Ben's skills very well.  Perseverance and persistence!

Dermot and I moved away from the two still panting youths with Ben who
prodded me in the stomach, gave a low laugh, and went his own way.  I had
noticed the two lads seemed too exhausted even to try to wipe up the pools
of spunk or to pull the bedclothes back over themselves.  I nudged Dermot
and we ambled back to them.  I went to Barry first, put a hand down and
clasped his right hand.

"OK, Barry?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he responded in a half gasp, "But I'm bloody sore."

"You'll be OK in the morning," I replied.

I started to pull up his bedclothes to cover him and Dermot saw what I was
doing and between us we tucked him in.  I put a hand on Barry's cheek.

"Best ever, eh, Barry?  Never been milked like that before?" I asked.

He grunted and closed his eyes.

Johnny Marshall had both hands covering his cock which was still rigid.

"You OK, Johnny?"  I asked him

His was a real gasp.  "Oh God, no!  Oh, my balls ache and the bastard won't
go down!"

"Let's have a look," I said and cautiously prised his hands away.  I peered
down.  His usually large, pendulous bollocks were drawn up tight against
the base of his still pulsing erection.  His cock looked even thicker than
when my hand was round it earlier.  I had noticed Barry's cock was also
still erect but not so much as Johnny's.

"See what it's like in the morning.  Have you done it like that before."

"Fuck me," he gasped in a tone of wonderment, "Come five times in less than
two hours, never!  I didn't know you could, but I did." He paused "And I'd
already come once this morning."

He clasped his hands over his aching parts again as Dermot and I pulled up
his covers and tucked him in as well.  We went back to my bed.  Dermot
asked if he could bunk in with me and then he would get back to his room
before the bell went in the morning.  I agreed and we got into the narrow
bed together and talked again for ages, listening also to the other
conversations going on from joint occupancies around us.  In the end we
dropped off to sleep holding each other's cocks and I slept very soundly.

It was just getting light when I was awakened by Dermot's steady beat on my
prick.  His face was close to mine as I opened my eyes and he grinned at me
and whispered, "Are you ready for this?"  I certainly was and spattered him
quite liberally with my first offering of the day.  I had been clutching
his balls as he wanked me so my hand move naturally up until I encircled
his shaft.  He too came quite quickly and we exchanged gobbets of spunk and
wiped them all over each other's torsos enjoying the stupid boyishness of
our actions.  He whispered, "Must go now, see you later" and like a
will-o-the-wisp he had gone.  I heard several more hurried exits over the
next few minutes before I dropped off to sleep again to be awakened by the
strident noise of the morning bell.

I waited in bed until the first rush of urgent pissers had gone to the
bogs.
  I crawled out of bed just as Barry and Johnny were emerging further down
the line of beds.  Oh, crikey, both still had hardons, Johnny's especially
looking an angry dark purplish colour.  Barry was inspecting his and I
heard him swear softly and Johnny turned to look more closely at whatever
Barry was indicating.  I padded over to where they were standing and was
again joined by two or three other interested voyeurs.

"Look at this," said Barry with some feeling, "The bugger won't go down
just like his, but I've been skinned!"

He pointed down at the side of his very red dong where there were three
distinct tears in the skin, each slightly oozing.  I'd had a slight problem
like that once after a fairly vigorous bout with Gerry and his answer was
to smear some Germolene antiseptic on which certainly soothed the fiery
nature of the beast.  I looked over to where I thought Gerry's bed was and
saw he was still lying there in animated conversation with his
bed-companion, Ferdy Goldman.  I went over and explained Barry's
predicament.  He laughed and indicated his wash-bag where he said he always
carried the ointment for emergencies.  Ferdy said you had to be even more
careful if you were like him and didn't have a foreskin, lubrication of
some sort was essential.  I took the tube over to Barry and squeezed out
some of the pungent salve onto one of his fingers and instructed him to dab
it carefully on the wounds.  His rather disconsolate expression soon
changed as the balm took effect.  But, his dick still remained erect.  I
looked over at Johnny who had been surveying the proceedings with interest.
His rod was also still rigid.

"I'm going for a shower," I announced, "Why don't you two have one as well.
It might have an effect on your predicament!"

Someone said it would have to be a cold shower but they went off and when I
went into the washroom they were sharing a hot shower.  I was luxuriating
under the hot spray next door, washing off the accumulated cum of the
previous night, when a cheery voice asked, "Mind if I join you?"  It was
Ferdy.

Ferdy was the most argumentative person I had ever met.  I don't mean that
nastily, but Ferdy always had an opinion about everything and what he
thought was right and he always argued about it until he had convinced you
it was right.  At least, until through desperation you agreed with him!
Other than that he was a very good lad, I liked him and we'd often
discussed matters which were burning issues with him.  He had a burning
issue now.  He and Gerry had obviously not indulged that morning.  Probably
because of Ferdy arguing about something.  Anyway, as we stood under the
shower Ferdy's long, whippy circumcised dick went solid.  Although it
hadn't been more than an hour or so since Dermot had tossed me off so did
mine.  With one accord after a joint appraisal of our situations we gripped
each other's shafts and soon, facing each other and grinning happily, we
shot our merry loads.  There was a little burst of applause.  We hadn't
noticed, being quite oblivious to anything else in our surroundings, that
we were being watched by a gaggle of grinning team-mates waiting for the
shower we were occupying.  We both bowed and walked out dripping wet.  We
were actually confronted by a veritable forest, or perhaps, thicket, of
waving rigid dicks as all the lads who had been watching were sporting
hardons.  I nudged Ferdy and said there would be a few more pints of spunk
spilled in the next few minutes if I wasn't mistaken.  I wasn't.  As we
dried ourselves we were entertained by the sight of three couples of hefty
lads fisting each other in turn much to the amusement of all.  No doubt,
this had been the best Tour yet!

Twenty quite weary young men boarded the bus home after breakfast.  Sean
had apologised profusely because he hadn't been able to join in the fun of
the night before and he said their dorm Prefect would be shat on from a
great height before he left school.  I deliberately sat next to Tony Field
as I wanted to find out his score.  I counted up in my head - nine more
over these four days - with Jacob, that was ten more since New Year!  I
doubted if Tony could beat that!

Tony was in a really chatty mood and we compared notes.  He'd had a very
successful Tour too, adding seven to his total as he confessed he'd wanked
most of the rest of us before anyway!  He said he'd made it a target to go
round both Sixth Forms before the end of the Summer Term and he only had
six out of the thirty seven lads to go!  I just told him I'd beaten him on
the Tour but I certainly couldn't reach his level as far as all the others
were concerned.  He giggled and said he wasn't the only one as there were
at least two others on the rampage, but I needn't think I was in danger of
being ambushed as they'd both had me in the past.  He wouldn't say who they
were but as I'd had plenty of experiences around my class-mates it would
just need a bit of questioning to elucidate who they were.  Something to
ponder about and to keep watch.  I did notice the five Fifth Formers slept
soundly all the way home!  Also, Billy was particularly quiet on the way
back as well.


Chapter Twelve: The End of School-days:

On arriving home all was quiet on the Western Front.  That is, if Mum
hadn't announced she and Dad, if I didn't mind, would be going off for a
week on Monday to Spain again.  She said Mrs Phillips would feed me as
necessary.  Dad later said it would give me a chance to do some serious
studying for my exams and passed over six five pound notes with a wink
saying I should take Paul out for a meal with that young South African lad.

I was so worn out with the exertions of the last couple of days, I mean,
playing rugby was the exertion which sprang most readily to mind, I had
quite forgotten Jacob was spending the Easter vac with Paul.  I went to bed
early that night so I got up in good time on Saturday morning and sauntered
round to next-door saying to Mum I would probably get some breakfast there.
I knew Dad and Mr Phillips had gone off early that morning to play golf.
Mrs Phillips greeted me like a long-lost prodigal and said she hadn't heard
a sound so far that morning from upstairs and she was just going out to the
shops but I was to tell the boys to get their own breakfast as she wouldn't
be back until much later..  As she went out of the backdoor I crept
upstairs and opened Paul's door silently and there they were, in separate
beds, like the babes in the woods, fast asleep.  I quickly took my clothes
off and slid into bed beside Paul and put my arms round him.  In his sleep
he knew who I was and murmured, "My Jamie, my lovely Jamie."  I pressed
myself close to him, my prick fully erect in seconds, and there was his
massive tool in the same condition.  I hugged him close and murmured that I
loved him so much, I wanted to be with him for ever and began to dust his
lips with light kisses.  He woke up.

"I knew you would be here, my lovely Jamie," he whispered, "I waited all
night for you."

Our pricks rubbed together as we bucked our hips.  Our mouths met, we
kissed and tongue- fucked.  I felt down and gently drew his foreskin back
and wanked him slowly.  A wave of hot spunk soon swept across my stomach.
He wanked me slowly in the same way and a second tide mingled with the
first.  We held each other tightly in loving silence.  I felt I was in
heaven.

I think we lay glued together by the drying viscosity of our combined
outpourings for close on an hour just enjoying being together.  Jacob slept
on, the sleep of the innocent.

I had my eyes closed as I touched Paul's upper lip with the tip of my
tongue.  A voice came from the other bed.

"Oh, Jamie, you're back!  Paul's been waiting for you."

He scrambled out of bed, his short hardon jutting in front of him, looking
all golden with his abundance of hair.  He kissed me passionately and put
his arms round both of us.  I reached out and drew him onto the bed between
us.

"I think that needs dealing with," I said taking a grip on his stubby
prick.
  I wanked him slowly just as I had done it to Paul and as I did so Paul
stroked him across his furry chest.  A gush of morning spunk zoomed out and
splashed on both Paul and me.  We three then laid huddled together in
silence again until Jacob announced he was hungry and he meant food hungry
when we looked at him wryly.

We were like one dog with three tails.  We were all so happy to see each
other and couldn't stop touching each other as we ate breakfast round the
kitchen table.  I was very taken with the amount of hair on Jacob's head as
well.  He had let it grow all term and it was almost down to his shoulders
in a mass of curls.  He looked so beautiful with his roguish smile and his
merry manner.  However, we got down to serious matters almost straight away
and I was glad to hear that Billy's and my advice to him was the same as
Paul's; forgive Hendy and try to forget the hurt.  Jacob was so overcome
with how we had taken him into our hearts he wept soundly and we held him
tight and said we would do everything we could to make his enforced exile
happy.

They both already knew that Mum and Dad were planning a week away and they
laughed when I told them Dad had said it would be a good opportunity for
study.  They both said it was as they had important exams coming up too.
We would use my house as a base and Paul's Mum would feed us.  I would tell
them about the money later!

That week was bliss.  We each made a schedule for study which left
afternoons fairly free.  I drove Dad and Mum to the airport on Monday
morning promising to meet them at ten o'clock the next Monday after their
return flight.  That first Monday afternoon I fucked Paul first and then
Jacob and, after, as I sucked Paul, Jacob fucked me.  After Monday night
they both moved into my bedroom and when we were not studying we sucked and
fucked and enjoyed each other's company and bodies.  I thought I would
always associate the solutions of certain maths problems with whose cock
was in my mouth or whose dick was in my arse at the time the solutions of
both kinds came to me.  I did make the effort of meeting up with Billy and
the others but they were also in the throes of revising so sexual activity
with them was zero.  The three of us did emerge on the world at large on
Friday evening and we spent the money Dad had given me quite easily,
supplemented by a donation from Jacob's great-grandmother.  That night we
had sex continuously for several hours.  I thought of the poor lads coming
five times in two hours.  I know I came five times but it was rather more
spread out.

That all ended with the return of my parents and the departure back to
Cambridge of Paul and Jacob.  Term began and the Tour was dissected and
voted to have been the best ever.  Discreet enquiries of Johnny Marshall
and Barry revealed no lasting damage to their nervous systems but both said
they'd had hardons for a couple of days on return.

Examinations loomed and went.  The Sixth Form arranged to celebrate the
leavers with a giant party.  A pub crawl was what was finally organised.
Then, about three days before the end of term I was button-holed by a very
serious looking Ben Castle who asked if he could ask me something personal.
I said yes and we sloped off to a stockroom I knew was very rarely visited.
We sat down on a couple of packing cases and Ben told me he was having to
get married and would I be his best man.  Ben at eighteen getting married!
I must have gaped at him as he gave a wry smile and explained that all the
happenings on the Tour had made him so horny that when he got back and was
with his girlfriend on the Saturday night he had persuaded her to have a
fuck.  He grinned even more wryly and said it wasn't just one fuck and now
Bridget was pregnant and as they were both Catholics they would have to
marry.  He said the wedding would be on August Bank Holiday Saturday and he
wanted me to be his best man.  I leaned over and hugged him and said
congratulations and I certainly would.  He seemed a bit more cheerful but
said he didn't want the others to know yet.  I said he should tell them
because everyone would be so pleased as well as jealous.
  It was a known fact that although most of the Sixth Formers had
girlfriends the number of virgins amongst us was close on ninety-five per
cent - that was, except for those of us who had lost their virginity in a
slightly different way!  I only knew of two of the other guys, other than
Ben, who I could believe with any certainty!

Ben told me he was going to work for his father anyway in their building
firm and Bridget, at the High School, didn't want to go to College.  I then
told him I was as good as married and, I was rather surprised, he didn't
look as startled as I expected.  In fact he smiled broadly and said he'd
heard rumours, so it was true?  I nodded and he clasped my hands and said
he hoped I would be as happy as he was sure he would be.

The last night of term was a riot.  It was the first time I had ever been
really drunk.  I decided after that night I didn't really like beer as I
found as soon as it went down one hole I pissed it out of another and all I
was left with was a splitting headache!  In the end about a dozen of us
kipped down in various stages of drunken stupor in Gerry's basement.  Billy
was so out of this world two of us, slightly still within the world, had to
drag him to the bog where he emptied his stomach and guts noisily at
irregular intervals most of the night.  I didn't envy Gerry and Charley -
now living together permanently - the task of cleaning up.  In fact,
several of us to salve our consciences made a feeble effort to mop up some
of the more obvious stains in the morning.

Dad's promise of a holiday was taken up and other parents chipped in so ten
of us ended up in the hotel where Paul and I had stayed before on the Greek
island.  Apparently Varun kicked up a bit of a fuss when he heard Kish was
going.  When I saw him next I pacified him by saying when I was at
Cambridge he could come and visit me there.  Billy, Charley and Gerry were
also included in the party together with the Tracey twins who had both got
into Oxford.  That left someone to find to share with Jacob.  I had the
bright idea of asking Sean who was coming down anyway to stay with me
before we went to France.  We were a party of exuberant young lads but we
were definitely not lager louts.  We had a fortnight of sun, sea and sex.
Eight of us knew from the beginning who was having sex and everyone knew
anyway by now that Paul and I and Charley and Gerry were definite couples
but I found out an interesting fact on an urgent visit to the loo in the
early hours of the second morning.  I could hear sounds of evident sexual
activity coming from the twins' room as I passed their door.  The matter of
what activity was resolved a couple of days later when the twin I had been
helping with maths asked me rather apologetically if I had any spare
condoms.  I had to admit that Paul and I never used them.  Chris raised his
eyebrows and said that he and Dick always did but they'd misunderstood who
had said would get a good supply in.
  We wandered off together along the beach and I found they'd been sucking
and fucking each other ever since they'd reached puberty and had never
bothered about anyone else.  I suggested they made certain they were well
lubricated and when we got back to the hotel I gave Chris a spare tube of
K-Y jelly.  Dick thanked me the next day, his face wreathed in smiles.

Both Sean and Jacob told me independently how great they felt together and
that was when I discovered that Sean was aiming for Cambridge for next
year.  They made a good couple and generally disappeared for what they
called `a siesta' most afternoons.  Gerry kept us all amused with his wit
and little presents he'd brought with him, no more so than when, on the
first morning, he produced ten posing pouches for us to wear on the beach.
Only he and Charley dared to put them on that morning but by the third day
the rest of us were coyly, then blatantly, strutting about with Billy
moaning that if he wasn't careful his bollocks would be on full view.  He
was promptly sat on and buried in the sand and then moaned he'd got sand in
all his crevices not noticing until he stood up that his thong had been
expertly removed.

So, with the visit to Albert and his grandmother in France with Sean my
schooldays came to a close.  I was best man at Ben's wedding and Paul was
invited as my guest.  Although nothing was said openly I was absolutely
certain my parents and Paul's parents knew about us.  In fact, poor Jacob
just about let the cat out of the bag when we were having a barbecue, or
`braai' as he called it, in the Phillips garden that last Sunday afternoon
at the end of August.  I was sitting next to Paul and Jacob started to make
a remark that we were a lovely couple.  He said this much to the amusement
of my elder sister who was visiting us and obviously had cottoned on to our
attachment and a stony stare from the humourless prat who was her husband.
Luckily their ill-behaved brat at that moment decided to try to catch the
Phillips's pedigree cat with the avowed intention of sticking it on the
barbecue.  At least daddy did tell the little bastard off.  I would have
tanned his hide, with Podger's slipper for preference, if I'd had half the
chance.

Just before she was ready to leave my sister was in her old bedroom.  I
came out of my room and she, very softly, called me in.

"It's OK, Jamie, I love you both.  Be happy.  Anyway, from what Richard
told me one day when he was drunk he's quite experienced!"

I just whispered I was so happy.  She gave me a big hug, a big kiss and a
big smile.  My big sister!

No need to hide.  I made certain as she, Richard the prat and the little
horror left, Richard got a good view of me holding Paul's hand!

So, schooldays at an end my friends departed on their separate ways during
September.  Billy to RADA, Kish to the London School of Economics, Tony
Pearce and Mickey Nevens to Bristol, Georgie Phelps all the way to
Edinburgh University and, surprise, surprise, Phil Mooney of feathered knob
fame, to Kings College in London to read theology.  October came and Paul,
Jacob and I went off to Cambridge and our lives after that is another droll
story.


The End

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