Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2009 21:13:17 +0000 (GMT)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Hidden Mysteries

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between boys. If this is not
to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally
offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty.
Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk
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			     Hidden Mysteries
				    by
				 Alexander

Why is sex such a mystery? Or, to be more accurate, why is it kept such a
dark secret from those who would enjoy it most? Writing from my
fifteen-year-old standpoint, I am sure that a lot of boys would be much
less of a social problem if they had been told about the joys of
masturbation, mutual or otherwise, at the right time. I know I prefer the
happiness of a good circle jerk or something similar than the insanity that
drink or drugs bring. And the bliss of a good orgasm is far superior (and
healthier!) - I believe. Given the choice between abusing alcohol, drugs,
or your dick, I know which I would choose. Allow me to explain.

I was introduced to sex by my twelve-year-old cousin. Or, to be more
precise, the practical application of the lessons I'd suffered from at
school. I'd known about the theoretical things for years, sometimes from
the stuff taught at school, or more often than not by listening to older
boys 'talking dirty'. The problem with Sex Ed lessons is that they are
either boringly stupid, given by an embarrassed teacher, or given too
late. I was taught about masturbation last year when I was 13 - a year
after I'd found out about it all by myself, ever since when I'd been an
avid devotee.

I'd had erections ever since I can remember, but thought nothing much of
them except that they were embarrassing, always happening at the wrong time
or in the wrong place. I even remember getting hard once when my mother was
bathing me - all two inches of it standing upright from my tiny round
balls. That was the last time she bathed me.

As I got older, I found getting a hard on gave me a nice, warm feeling,
often providing me with something to take my mind away from a boring
lesson. And holding it was fun: as long as no one saw you!

Then at age 11, I changed schools and went to 'the big school' and my
knowledge increased exponentially, or at least my vocabulary did. I also
learned two other things which were to have a lifelong effect on me. Oddly
enough they happened at the same time.

PE was my favourite lesson and I was always the first one to get changed,
keen to get started on whatever we were doing. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't
especially good at it, and I hated team games like soccer or rugby. What I
did enjoy was watching the other boys change - it always gave me a woodie.

On this particular day, as usual, I was the first into my brief white PE
shorts and was sitting on the bench, watching the others secretively as
they stripped. Some of the other boys were doing the same thing of course
and I really liked it when they got hard like me - especially Ravi and
Martyn whose cocks looked nicer than the others whether they were hard or
not. For some reason, it suddenly struck me that the only time I got a
boner nowadays was when I looked at, or thought about, boys - never when I
saw pictures of girls or women. That must mean, I realised with a bit of a
shock that I must be a perv or a queer. Strangely enough, it didn't bother
me at all, except that if any of the others found out, they'd kill me. But
then there was no reason why they ever would.

The second life-changing event happened just half an hour later. We were
climbing the ropes hung from the roof when, as usual, my arms gave out
half-way up and I gripped the thick rope between my legs as I'd been
taught, taking a bit of a rest. Not trusting my arms any more, I got ready
to haul myself up higher, but keeping the rope fixed firmly between my
thighs. As I struggled manfully to get higher, I was suddenly attacked by a
most wonderful and exciting feeling ever from my prick, which instantly
erected. So intense was the sensation that I gasped in awe and held on to
the rope for dear life, afraid I would fall. After a few seconds the
feeling went away rather to my disappointment. Experimentally I pulled
myself higher.  Instantly I was rewarded by the magical feeling again! This
was good. This was fantastic!  This was bloody marvellous! In a daze, I
found the strength to pull myself up to the top of the rope, completely
oblivious to anything else except the fierce heat emanating from my groin.
The next thing I knew was that my body juddered and jerked and I hung on to
the rope desperately, hips humping like a rabbit and thrusting my prick
against it. After what seemed a lifetime, I pulled myself together with an
immense effort and lowered myself to the ground, still shaking. As I
slithered down I became aware uncomfortably aware of a wet, sticky feeling
in my shorts. It didn't feel like piss and my first thought was that it was
blood from somewhere - perhaps I'd hurt myself somehow. Anxiously I stared
down at my shorts expecting to see a red stain, but all I could see was a
smallish damp spot, colourless and almost invisible. As inconspicuously as
possible I slipped my hand inside my shorts and felt around. I was rewarded
with the feeling of a sticky, slimy goo which seemed to be concentrated
around my prick, especially at the end of it.

Now convinced that I'd done some serious damage, I begged to be excused and
ran to the toilets to examine myself. To my astonishment, I appeared to be
complete and undamaged, the only visible thing being that my cock was
bright pink and very tender. And there was the cause of my panic - a few
drops of watery-grey sticky stuff. Carefully I scooped up a tiny bit and
examined it closely. Nothing special except that it smelt a bit like bleach
or chlorine, and (disgustingly!) tasted of salt. It only took a few seconds
for me to realise what it was. Spunk!  Much relieved, and inordinately
pleased with myself I leaned back and grinned insanely. At last! I could
actually do it. Proudly I cleaned myself up as best I could and re-joined
my class.

Getting showered a few minutes later, it was only with the greatest
restraint that I managed not to shout out to everyone that I could actually
get the stuff that made babies! Instead I satisfied myself by looking at as
many of the pricks around me as I could, wondering how many of them could
do it.

It only took until that night before I discovered that I could achieve
exactly the same effect as the rope did by using my hand. Better in fact
because it lasted longer.

Thus began an orgy of masturbation. At least twice, and usually more, times
a day I would rush to the toilets, drop my pants and within seconds proudly
shoot out my seed. I did it so often, and so vigorously that my dick soon
became raw, tender and painful to the touch - until I discovered the bottle
of baby oil in the bathroom cupboard. Then I could do it as often as I
wanted, the record being five times in one day!

Rather than diminish my interest in boys, my new-found hobby heightened it
immensely and I perved on them endlessly. I even went as far (I'm ashamed
to say) as making coded notes in my diary of what they looked like. Ravi
had the best one. He was from India or somewhere and had a light brown skin
which always seemed to be shiny somehow. His prick was a bit longer than
mine, silky smooth and uncircumcised as was I. It hung down over his balls
in a graceful curve, the end of it precisely in line with them. I'd seen it
half-hard once and it looked even better.

Martyn's was different, but almost as nice. His was shorter and fatter than
mine and didn't hang down in the same way either - it seemed to sort of
stick out straight in front of him like a pole - almost as if he had a hard
on. He was circumcised too, like Richard, Steve and Ahmed.

For weeks Ravi and Martyn fuelled my wanking fantasies, images of their
naked bodies flashing through my mind as I jerked off to yet another
fantastic orgasm. I often imagined what it would be like doing it with
them, or even better, doing it for them, but the chances of that ever
happening were next to zero I sadly realised.

As time went by, I fantasised about doing it with other boys more and
more. I worked out all sorts of ways to get them to have a go with me, but
of course never had the nerve to do anything about it. At best, the only
thing I ever managed to do was grab a quick feel when we had an
all-too-rare game of grab-a-crotch.

It was a year before my dreams were fulfilled and from a totally unexpected
source.

My cousin Jason is two years younger than me and I'd known him for ever,
but at my age a two year difference in ages is a lifetime and I'd ignored
him as much as I could. This year, as usual, our parents had rented a
cottage by the sea and we were to spend two weeks on holiday there. Vaguely
I entertained hopes of finding a boy my own age during the holiday and
seducing him into satisfying my adolescent desires. A wild, impossible
dream, but it was all I had.

We arrived at the cottage in the middle of the afternoon and were pleased
to find that it was almost on the beach for once and not a thousand yards
away as they had all been before.

Jason and I were to share a room as we always did, and once we'd had the
usual friendly argument as to who had which of the two single beds, we
unpacked.

"Going for a swim before tea?" Jason asked as he rammed the last of his
clothes into a draw.

Automatically my dick gave a twitch as it reminded me that I had at least
one boy to perv on for the holiday - untouchable, but at least I could
look.

"OK," I grinned.

Throwing my bathing shorts on my bed, I stripped off slowly watching Jason
out of the corner of my eye. We have never been shy about undressing in
front of each other - shyness isn't an option if you'd been bathed together
as often as he and I had, but now it was different and I was glad.

Jason had stripped off completely before realising that his Speedos were
buried somewhere in one of the draws. I was thus treated to an unexpected
sight of Jason's naked body as he searched. My prick got hard as I stared
at him. His prick and balls were much the same as mine at his age - smooth,
unblemished and very nice looking.

With a shake of my head, I came back to Earth and dressed quickly, taking
care to turn my back on him to hide my erection.

The sea was warm and welcoming and we played together happily. In fact I
enjoyed messing about with him more than I usually did, no doubt because of
my new-found interest in his body. I could even touch and hold him under
the pretext of our games. My dick never softened once!

It was while we were swimming between each other's legs that I made my mind
up. His black and red Speedos were so skimpy that they left very little to
the imagination - I could even see the outline of his dick and balls as I'd
noticed several times.

Pretending to mis-time my dive, I pressed the back of my hand against him
as I swam to the surface. As far as I could tell, there was no reaction
from him at all, which gave me the courage to do it again - and
again. Eventually I got the result I wanted. His dick had grown and was now
definitely bulging out his briefs. It was just then that he decided that it
was time for us to change over, probably because he knew his hard-on must
be showing.

Unfortunately I was wearing those stupid swimming shorts that come down to
your knees.  They were fine when I was swimming at school or at the public
baths because they covered everything up, but now they were the last thing
I wanted.

They didn't stop Jason though. It took him three or four tries to find
exactly where my tackle was, but from then on he felt them every time he
swam between my legs.

I don't think Jason thought there was anything sexual in our game; at least
as far as I could tell. I guess he assumed it was just something done for
fun.

Our game was interrupted by my mother waving to tell us that tea was
ready. So, with arms draped casually over each other's shoulders we went
indoors to dry off and get changed. We showered separately, me being the
oldest and biggest jumping in first. I toyed with my prick for a while but
decided that I didn't have the time for a proper wank - I hoped to find
time later for that when everyone was asleep.

I showered quickly and threw on a T-shirt and jeans before joining the
others. Grabbing a plateful of sandwiches and a cup of tea, I sat
cross-legged on the floor, gazing at the TV.

Jason came in soon after dressed only in a short tank top thing and a pair
of loose fitting yellow shorts. He sorted out his food and squatted down on
the floor opposite me, his back leaning against a chair. We gave each other
a grin and settled down to eat.

Unavoidably my eyes wandered towards Jason who looked more attractive to me
than any boy aught to. Whilst he was intent on watching the TV news, I
feasted on his body. I'd never actually looked at him closely before,
certainly not in the way I was now anyway. His hair was dark brown and
massively curly - the sort that can't be combed but only brushed into
something less untidy. He had a round face with deep-set brown eyes to
match his hair and his lips, a bit too thin for my taste, were a remarkable
pink colour.

As my gaze moved down his body, past his little innie belly-button to his
crotch, I almost choked on my sandwich. His shorts had ridden up slightly
so that his thighs were almost completely exposed. My dick gave a twitch as
it began to wake up. Feeling slightly nervous, I glanced around the room to
make sure I hadn't been caught leering at Jason. Luckily the parents were
sat around the table talking, me and Jason forgotten about.

Returning my stare to his groin, I gave another gulp as I realised that he
couldn't be wearing any underwear. At least if he were, they must be very
brief as I could clearly see the line where his legs joined his body. More
than that, I was convinced I could see the taught pink skin of one of his
balls.

My cock came to full attention now, painfully restricted in my
jeans. Pretending to make myself more comfortable, I wriggled about on the
floor, taking the chance to straighten it out.  Feeling much more
comfortable now, I relaxed and resumed my inspection.

By a stroke of bad luck, Jason caught my eye and giggled quietly at me -
I'd been caught out!  Blushing bright crimson, I managed a weak smile and
turned away, acutely embarrassed.  There was another suppressed giggle and
a little cough. Looking back at Jason, he nodded down in the direction of
his crotch and grinned broadly.

Christ! He'd moved his shorts even higher up than they were, and I could
clearly see his prick and balls, only just covered by the yellow material.

It didn't seem to bother Jason in the slightest, in fact I'm sure that he
enjoyed giving me a show. Several times he adjusted his position with the
obvious intention of teasing, and exciting, me.

My boner must be visible I thought, but enthralled as I was, couldn't care
less. In fact I rested my hand on it for a few seconds for Jason's benefit,
enjoying the secret game we were playing.

It took a few minutes, but I was fascinated to watch Jason's cock slowly
begin to stir. There was no doubt about it, he was getting a hard-on! This
time it was his turn to blush and with a sly, private smile, he pulled his
shorts down to hide it. Sorry that the show was over, I turned back to the
TV.

"Wanna play a game?" I heard Jason say.

My mind lit up instantly: but then dimmed down as I realised he couldn't
possibly mean the sort of game I had in mind, at least not here and now. In
any case I very much doubt if he had a clue about the sort of game I had in
mind. The secret one we'd just played, as far as he was concerned, was
nothing more than a bit of innocent boyish fun.

"What sort of game?" I asked.

"Scrabble if you like. I've got my travel one here somewhere."

"OK," I agreed and watched as he stood up to go fetch it. He still had the
remains of his erection I noticed as he carefully manoeuvred himself past
the 'rents, keeping his back to them.

We played seriously for a while, stretched out on the floor, heads resting
on crooked arms. I found it difficult to concentrate though as I just
couldn't keep my eyes from those yellow shorts and my mind on what was
inside them. The fact that Jason knew exactly what I was doing didn't help
- all it did was to enable him to take a convincing lead.

It was during the third game that we gave up trying to take it
seriously. We competed with each other in making up dirty words from a
handful of tiles taken out of the bag, wiping them off the board instantly
before any of the adults saw them.

Filled as it was with the sexy thoughts that Scrabble was giving me, the
game of hide 'n seek we'd played with Jason's cock and balls and the erotic
swim we'd had in the afternoon, my mind was in free-fall. I decided that I
wanted to jerk off badly: apart from anything else, I'd only had the one
today and that was in bed before I had to get up.

Just as I was preparing to pay a visit to the bathroom and take care of
things, Jason beat me to it and got there first. He could only have gone
for a piss because he was back in two minute, yawning.

"OK, you two, bed time," my dad said, spying Jason's yawn.

For once I didn't argue and plead for another half-hour, and after saying
goodnights to everyone, followed Jason to our bedroom.

I'd given up on the idea of having a wank in the bathroom and had decided
to wait until everyone was asleep and then have a quiet surreptitious one
in the comfort of my bed.  Smiling inwardly to myself, I undressed and
despite the events of the day, kept my back to Jason.

I was down to my underpants, which I always slept in, when Jason
interrupted my thoughts.

"Chicken!" he giggled from somewhere across the room.

Quizzically I turned to face him.

"You've seen mine, but you ain't shown me yours yet," he laughed lightly
staring expectantly at the bulge in my underpants.

I couldn't really say no to him, after all he'd let me look at his for most
of the evening, and even more so now as he stood naked in front of me.

The sight of his nakedness overcame any feelings of embarrassment I may
have had and I allowed him to stare at me. In fact I rather enjoyed it
after a while, even managing a smile for him.

Now that I could see all of him, I saw straight away that he was further
along the road to puberty that I was at his age and didn't seem too far
behind some of the boys in my class.

"Nice one!" he said lightly, "I've seen bigger ones though," he added
giggling.

This didn't surprise me in the slightest as he probably did the same as me
at school. The size bit didn't worry me either as the dicks bigger than
mine didn't look anywhere as good as the others.

"Thanks!" he said eventually, before slipping into bed, still naked I
noticed.

Leaving my undies on the floor, I did likewise.

We chatted in subdued whispers for a while, catching up on our lives since
we'd last met. I found it easier to talk to him now than ever before,
partly because he'd grown up a bit, but also because he seemed at least a
little interested in the same things I was!

It was sometime later that we heard our parents go to bed, and after a few
drinks by the sound of it.

"At last!" Jason whispered. "I thought they'd never go. Now we can talk
properly."

We turned to face each other across the room, his slight frame visible
under the single sheet and bathed in the pale moonlight.

"You got a boner?" he asked quietly. " 'Cause I have."

I laughed at this and lied to him that I hadn't, at least not yet.

"I get 'em all the bloody time," he went on, "Fuckin' embarrassing
sometimes."  I'd never heard him swear before and it came as a bit of a
shock to hear him now, but I assumed it was his way of acting grown up.

"I do too," I told him and agreed that they always happens at the worst
possible times.

We went on in this vein for a while until Jason said, "This's no
good. Wanna come over here so we can talk properly?"

My heart skipped a beat as I heard this - something I'd hoped for, but
thought would never happen. Trying to keep my voice as level as possible, I
simply said, "OK," and climbed out of bed.

Neither of the beds were quite wide enough for us to lay side by side so we
faced each other and put an arm under each other's neck. My other hand I
rested on Jason's hip, realising as I did so that it was the first time
ever I'd touched a boy, or anyone for that matter, so intimately - and it
felt good.

"You hard yet?" Jason asked.

"I am now," I giggled.

"Me too, wanna feel it?"

In reply, I slid my hand under the bed sheet and reached down to his
crotch.

It felt wonderful: silky, spongy and warm under my nervous, caressing
fingers. It even felt right somehow as if a missing piece of a jigsaw had
at last been found and fitted in place.

"Can I touch yours?" he asked.

"Yeah," I sighed.

His small hand grasped my shaft gingerly, almost as if it would
break. Gaining in confidence he gently felt all round my swollen prick and
balls. For weeks I'd dreamed of this happening, of being naked in bed with
another boy, fondling and petting each other intimately. Until now it'd
been Ravi or Martyn I'd imagined, but now at long last it was happening for
real, and with a boy who was a very willing partner - if not the actual
instigator even.  I couldn't begin to believe how good it felt. The joint
sensation of Jason's most precious bits held in my hand, and his urgent,
delicate fingers exploring my crotch were almost unbearable.  Emanating
from my prick were ripples of pure bliss, each tiny movement of his gingers
sending exotic waves of delight through every nerve in my body.

His disk fitted perfectly into my hand, a thing of exquisite beauty - soft,
yet hard; hot yet cool; mine and not mine.

"Feels good, don't it!" Jason sighed, wriggling down the bed to get more
comfortable.

"Yeah, perfect," I breathed.

"Ever do this with anyone else?"

"No, never," I said, instantly regretting being quite so honest. "You?"

"Yeah, lots," he giggled. "I like it."

Taken aback at the matt-of-fact way he admitted this incredible fact, I
fell silent, slightly jealous and surprised that a boy two years my junior
was seemingly far more experienced than I.

"Who with?" I whispered.

"My friend Dave and his brothers," he confided. "We do it all the time when
I sleep over at their house."

He went on to tell me that Dave was his best friend at school and that he
had two brothers, one aged 14 and the other 10. They only had a small house
and so the boys all shared the same bedroom. "And," Jason went on, "I guess
it was only natural that, well, things sort of happened."

"What sort of things?" I asked incredulously.

"We feel each other up, and get naked and sort of play with each other. Can
you cum yet?"

The sudden change of tack threw me for a second, but I answered honestly
and told him that I could.

"I can't yet, and neither can Dave, but we get the feelings though and it's
awesome. Dave's big brother can, and he lets us do it for him sometimes."

"Here," Jason said after a moment, "Squidge up a bit closer."

Without questioning why, I moved nearer to him and was rewarded by Jason
putting our dicks together and wrapping them in his hand.

"This's how me and Dave do it. Feels good, don't it?"

Great wasn't the word, but I was in no fit state to think of a better one.

"Wanna cum now?" Jason asked in the same tone of voice he'd use if he was
asking if I wanted another drink or something.

"Yeah," I moaned.

Jason took his hand away for a moment and spit into it. Putting it back
onto our cocks, he started to wank us both off.

It goes without saying that it didn't take very long for that dull ache in
my balls to tell me that things were about to happen.

"Gonna cum!" I gasped.

Jason speeded his hand up and held his breath, grinning broadly at me, the
excitement lending a bright gleam to his eyes.

When I came, it was fantastic, my cock throbbing desperately as Jason
milked every last drop of spunk out of it, my whole body quivering and
shaking with the effort. Seconds later, I felt Jason tense up and then
press his dick hard into my crotch several times before he fell back,
exhausted.

 I wanted to hug him, stroke him, squeeze him and I don't know what else -
anything to show him how I felt - but I held back, not sure whether he
would like it or not. I satisfied myself by stroking his hair and running a
hand up and down his back.

"You can kiss me if you want," he said dreamily, eyes closed.

Kissing hadn't played any part at all in my dreams: it simply had never
occurred to me that boys could do it, but now it seemed the most natural
thing to do. Leaning over, I touched my lips against his.

"That wasn't a kiss," he laughed, "This's a kiss."

He almost leapt on my chest, clapped my ears in his hands and planted his
open mouth on my lips. Frantically, his tongue sought mine and we wrestled
on the bed, kissing like the satyrs we'd become. To my amazement I found
that I enjoyed our new game almost as much as our wanking - something else
I would add to my dreams.

All good things must come to an end though I suppose, and after what seemed
like only seconds I forced myself to break away from Jason.

"We gotta get some sleep, " I muttered.

"Stay here?" he asked wickedly.

"Can't," I told him. "What happens if the 'rents come it to wake us?"

"No panic," he grinned. "My watch has an alarm on it. I'll set it for
early."

Against my better judgement, I relented, temptation and his body too much
to resist.

"Here," Jason said, turning his back on me, "Stick your thing here."

Grabbing my prick in his hand, he slid it between his thighs and gripped it
tightly.

"Put your hand on my cock," he added as he snuggled in close. "This's how
me and Dave sleep."

Thus we drifted off, a blissful end to a surprising day.

****************

Jason's alarm went off at six am. Still half asleep, he turned it
off. During the night we'd turned to face each other and cuddled up close,
my morning wood stuck between his thighs, much to my delight. I thought of
having some fun and wake him with a surprise, but changed my mind, not
knowing what he'd think. Carefully disentangling myself from him, I slipped
out of his bed and back to my own cold and lonely one, leaving him naked
and exposed.

I stared at his body, my hand busy with my boner, ejaculating magnificently
as I perved on him.

No mention was made of our nocturnal adventures the following morning, we
simply had fun and enjoyed ourselves in the arcades and on the beach.

It was only when we were sat cross-wise on a bench, sharing a tin of Coke
that the sight of his yellow shorts reminded me.

"You wearing pants today?" I asked conversationally.

"No," he grinned. "I've got my trunks on in case we go in the water."

So had I as it happened.

I hadn't meant anything special by my question, just mild curiosity and
something to talk about, but once my brain had started on this path, it
followed through.

"I liked what we did last night," I said quietly. "Thanks." I added for
some reason.

"I did too. I'm glad we did it. I thought I'd have to do without it for two
weeks," he sniggered. "Was it really your first time?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I've never thought about it before."

"Liar!" Jason laughed, punching me on the shoulder. "I don't believe you! I
think about it all the time."

Blushing at having been caught out so easily, I grinned wryly at Jason, but
couldn't think of anything to say.

"You ever do it with a girl?" Jason asked.

"No. I never think of 'em."

Shit! That was exactly the wrong thing to say. Jason would now know for
sure that my interests lay in the other direction.

"Me neither. I only get a stiffie when I think of Dave, or some of the
other boys. I don't care though, as long as I get a boner."

This made me feel better and I even got the start of an erection as Jason
adjusted his own prick through his shorts.

"Speedos are a pain in the arse when you spring wood," he giggled. "Come
on, let's go for a swim."

As we wandered back towards our cottage and the beach, I thought how
envious I was of Jason's ability to talk about the gay stuff he did and how
it didn't seem to mean very much more than a game to him. My fear of being
labelled as a queer or poof had ensured that I kept my mouth tight shut as
school and my thoughts very much to myself, but at the cost of being
considered a loner and a bit of a nerd.

I'd worked myself into a fit of depression by the time we reached home and
had half decided not to go swimming when Jason, cheerful as ever, punched
me on the arm and said, "Come on, grumpy. Let's get wet!"

It's impossible to stay pissed off with someone like Jason around, his
happy, carefree attitude was infectious and it wasn't long before we were
happily messing about in the sea.

I hadn't enjoyed myself as much for ages: I found Jason was great fun to be
with and was full of energy. We played together, laughing and joking
incessantly taking immense delight in simply messing about and getting a
good feel once in a while

Tired out, we eventually made our way home, arm in arm, and as happy as
sandboys. We'd missed tea, which for once only earned us a slight
bollocking. The parents had arranged to go out to the pub for the evening,
much to our joy and had got pizzas and a couple of sci-fi films for us to
watch. It didn't take them long to get themselves ready for their night
out, and once they'd gone Jason and I settled down to have an evening by
ourselves.

Like two little kids, we turned all the lights off and stretched out side
by side on the carpet, feasting on the pizza and watching the
films. Partway through, Jason rested his arm across my back and grinned at
me, his lips covered in tomato sauce and cheesy bits. Smiling back, I put
my arm on his shoulders and relaxed.

And this is how the 'rents found us when they came back. Fast asleep on the
floor amid a welter of empty pizza boxes, Coke tins and crisp packets, the
TV hissing to itself.

Bleary-eyed and only half awake we were laughed at and sent to bed.

By the time we'd had a nominal wash and got undressed, we were wide awake
of course and started to chat as we snuggled down in our beds.

Having dispensed with the events of the day in the first five minutes, it
was Jason who got the ball rolling.

"Wanna talk?" he whispered.

We'd already been talking of course. But we both knew what he meant.

"Yeah. You come over here," I replied. It was my turn to play host.

I watched, enchanted, as his lithe, naked body skipped across the floor and
jumped in bed alongside me. Settling himself down, he lifted the sheet
covering us and gazed at our bodies.

"You hard yet?" he said as he did so.

"No, not yet," I replied, stating the obvious.

"Me neither. Let's concentrate and try to stop 'em getting boned."

We stared at our limp cocks willing them not to move. It had quite the
opposite effect of course, and we watched, fascinated, as they slowly grew
in stature.

"I won!" he giggled. "You got hard first!"

"Didn't," I answered, knowing that I had.

"OK, then, Let's not touch each other."

That lasted less than five minutes before I felt Jason's hand slide over my
thigh and grasp my dick.

"You win!" he said softly, but made no attempt to remove his hand. "Put
yours on mine."

I gladly did so, letting his cock and balls lay enticingly under my
unmoving hand.

This was nice: very nice. I felt a warm glow suffuse my body, acutely aware
of a hand that wasn't mine cuddling my dick and a beautiful cock that
wasn't mine either, resting under my fingers.

Jason must have been happy too as neither of us spoke for ages, both
wrapped up in our own world.

"You reckon the 'rents are in bed yet?" Jason whispered.

"Think so," I answered. "I can't hear them."

"Wanna play?" he giggled, giving my knackers a squeeze.

"Yeah. What?"

"Well," he whispered, "When Dave and his big brother are asleep, sometimes
Pete, he's the little one, gets into my bed and we play a secret sort of
game."

"What's that?" I asked.

Jason cupped his hands over my ear and told me what they did. As he went
on, I got more and more aroused, his words forming weird pictures in my
mind. When he'd finished, I looked at him. Even in the moonlight I could
see he was blushing and grinning broadly at the same time - a mixture of
embarrassment and excitement showing.

"Wanna try it?" Jason said quietly.

I could tell by the way he asked that he wanted to do it badly, but at the
same time was ready for me to say no because it was too bizarre.

"OK," I mouthed. "What do we do?"

His face lit up in delighted surprise and I got a big toothy grin.

"Brill!" he said. "You'll like this. It's fantastic! We need a bit of oil
or something really, but I guess we can do without."

I remembered the bottle of baby oil I'd hidden at the bottom of my
back-pack 'just in case'.  Jason was almost euphoric when I handed it to
him.

"Ace!" he smirked, giving it a shake. "You wanna go first?"

He lay face down on the bed, his head resting on his folded arms, looking
at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Rub it all over my bum," he said, shaking at me provocatively and splaying
his legs. "And put some in my crack as well."

It's amazing the feeling you get when you play with someone's bum. As I
massaged the oil into his cheeks, I felt an awesome tingle run through me,
even my dick twitched at the feeling. Watching my fingers kneading the
soft, pliable muscles I was getting incredibly horny - and so was Jason,
judging by the low 'mmmms' and Aaaahs' he purred out.

Sliding a well-oiled finger deep down his crack and rubbing it over his
bum-hole was almost too much for me. My cock throbbed and I almost came as
I concentrated on Jason's arse.

"That's nice!" Jason mumbled. "Feels really good! Put it in now if you
like."

Kneeling between his legs, I carefully lay my dick along his crack and
leaned forwards, resting my arms beside Jason's head. Slowly I began to
slide it up and down his bum.

Sometimes I've wondered what it would feel like actually putting my dick up
a girl and had even tried using a bottle to find out, but it was never any
good. Now though, my steel-hard tool was being squeezed tightly between
Jason's buns, and it was unbelievable! The warmth, the slick oily feel and
the steady fucking I was giving him was out of this world. Jason too was
spaced out, grunting quietly each time I bore down on him. Somehow he
managed to put his hands behind him and grasping my hips encouraged me to
pump him harder.

"Gonna cum!" I moaned.

"Go for it!" Jason managed to stammer out.

I felt my nuts tighten and the gobs of cum shoot down my cock, the slimy
goo jetting out and spreading under my belly and against Jason's back.

Jason handed me his tank top which I used to wipe his back and arse dry
before attending to myself. Usually my dick goes soft after I've cum and I
feel sort of pissed off for a bit, but this time my boner stayed fairly
hard and I felt wonderful, astounded by how good Jason felt under my body.

" 'S my turn," he giggled before I'd had chance to catch my breath.

I'd only just got comfortable when Jason started to spread the oil on my
butt. Enthusiastically he rubbed it in, as quickly as he could. I jumped a
couple of times as his fingers ran over my bum hole but almost before I
could react I felt him lay on top of me and fit his cock between my buns.

"Aaaah!" He sighed as he savoured the sensation. "That's nice!"

For a few delicious moments, Jason lay stretched out down my back, his head
resting between my shoulder blades.

"You're arse is bigger than Pete's, " he mused.

I couldn't care less I thought, the weight of his body, the feel of his
smooth skin against mine and the stiff dick in my crevice was all I wanted
to think about.

Slowly he began to work his dick up and down by lifting his hips rather
than slide his body; I could feel his cockhead between my buns, parting
them gently but irresistibly. Yet again I was astounded by the knowledge
and talents my 12 year old cousin had, and the joyful, simple pleasure he
took in sharing them. To Jason, his sexuality was something to enjoy,
preferably in the company of others; to revel in and to relish. The fact
that it was forbidden and secretive added a further delight.

"Kneel up," he whispered.

He lifted me up by the hips, getting me to point my arse at him. Taking his
nob in his hand, he expertly fitted it between my cheeks and slid it back
and forth, his dickhead pressed against me. Several times he let it slide
over my hole causing me to jump at first, but now I'd got used to it, I
actually enjoyed it for some reason.

"Ever stick it inside?" I asked, putting my thoughts into words as soon as
they crossed my mind.

The fact that you could, or would even want to, had never occurred to me
before. All my masturbatory fantasies had been centred around the front of
me, and had involved hands and not bums.

"No," Jason replied, still keeping up his steady rocking. "Pete tried to do
it to me a couple of times, but his dick ain't long enough. And he wouldn't
let me do him because mine's too big."

It was a no-brainer. "Wanna try it now?"

I felt Jason pause, his cock coming to a stop against my ring.

"You sure? Can I? I mean can we?"

For once Jason was stuck for words.

"Go for it," I told him. "Before I change my mind."

Valiantly he tried to force his way in, but succeeded only in getting
frustrated. Him and me both. So near and yet so far.

"Try some more oil," I suggested, "And press, don't jab. See if that
works."

Once we'd both been re-anointed, he nudged his rampant cock against my body
and pushed, gently at first but gradually upping the pressure. Still no
luck.

"Bollocks!" Jason said almost too loudly, his disappointment showing. "Try
to pretend you're having a crap," he whispered. "See if that works."

This time he took a firm grip of my hips, steadied himself and pushed. At
the same time I managed to persuade the muscle to relax. There was an
almost audible 'pop' as he suddenly broke through the barrier.

"Jesus!" I almost screamed, "Take it out!"

It was if I was being split apart by a thousand red hot knives, the pain
which seared through my body bringing tears to my eyes and an instant
softening of my cock. Just as quickly as it came though, the agony
evaporated.

"You OK?" Jason asked worriedly.

"Yeah. I think so. It just surprised me and hurt a bit. Try again, but stop
if I tell you."

Having done it once, the second time was easier. Even the pain wasn't as
bad - no worse than pushing out a big turd."

"Stop!" I said. "But leave it there."

"What's it feel like?" Jason asked.

"Dunno. OK I think. Try to get some more in."

Millimetre by millimetre, Jason's dick disappeared.

"All in," he gasped. "How's that?"

"Good. It's like all my inside is full. Sort of exciting. Nice," I
decided. "What's it feel like to you?"

"Brilliant!" Jason giggled. "All warm and tight. Like I got a big fist
holding it."

Jason started to fuck me. Slowly at first, testing the novelty, but soon he
was pushing in and out using all the length he had. Twice he slipped out,
leaving me suddenly empty and frustrated. Each time though, it was pushed
back instantly, accompanied by a happy sigh.

"This's fucking magic," Jason gasped. "You wouldn't believe what it's
like. You gotta try it."

It must've been good for Jason as he started to bang in and out of me like
there was no tomorrow, each thrust made with a grunt of blissful joy.

I don't know if he managed to spunk up or not, but I felt him grow a bit
more and almost try to climb inside me as he orgasmed.

"Wow! That was the best ever," he sighed as he collapsed on the bed,
breathing deeply.  "Fucking amazing! Wait until I tell Pete!"

"You wouldn't," I gasped.

"Course I would. Why not?" he laughed. "Shan't tell him who with
though. But he'll tell Dave, and then Dave and me ....."

He left the sentence unfinished.

I must admit I added something else to the list of things I wanted to do
with Ravi and Martyn.

"You wanna do me?" Jason asked. "It's only fair."

Mentally I compared my erection with Jason's pert little bum. "Love to," I
sighed, "But it'll never fit."

" 'Spose you're right," Jason said wistfully, "But one day ....."

He took hold of my cock and began to jerk me off slowly. In return, I
reached down and grasped his now drooping tool.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

"What?"

"It's bloody tender, that's what!" he giggled.

Together we examined it for damage. He was right. No damage, but it looked
like a skinned sausage - red raw and uncooked. At least I knew how that
felt!

"Come on," he laughed. "At least I can play with yours."

I lay back and let him have his way. Forever burned in my memory is the
sight of Jason, knelt between my legs, studying my cock as he first covered
it in baby oil and then use both hands to jerk me off, his raw dick and
pink balls jiggling around between his legs.

"That's better," he mewled as my spunk pooled in my navel. "But look at the
mess you've made!"

He used his fingers to mix the baby oil and cum on my belly.

"Disgusting," he giggled before using the tank top again.

The following morning was a shopping one, Jason and I being co-opted to
carry the bags.  Still, I managed to persuade mum to buy me a pair of
Speedos and some bright blue shorts, which were as brief as I thought I
could get away with.

Having stowed everything away and we'd had a bite to eat, we were released
for the afternoon and headed for the sea. Just before we left, Jason
carefully rolled his tank top in his towel and winked at me. "It stinks of
you-know-what!" he whispered. "We'd better wash it before mum finds it."

We were diving for pebbles when Jason bounced out of the water and said,
"Gotta go toilet!"

"Do it in the water, I do," I replied.

"Crap. Number two's," he giggled. "I ain't doing that in the water!"

I followed him to the tiny toilet block at the end of the beach. It must
only be used in the summer time I thought as I looked at its chipped paint
and uncared for appearance. Jason disappeared inside as I leaned against
the wall, watching the seagulls wheeling about on the deserted beach.

"Mike!" I heard Jason yell after a few minutes. "Come in here!"

Curious, I went in to see what he wanted.

"No paper. Can you get some for me?"

There were only two sit-downs, but luckily the empty one had a few sheets
left on the roll.

"Push 'em under the wall," Jason said as I ripped a handful off.

I was about to go back outside when Jason told me to wait for him as he
wouldn't be very long. Locking the cubicle door behind me, I sat on the
bowl, idly gazing around at the stained and graffiti-covered walls, picking
out the odd piece of writing to read. I heard Jason's toilet flush and
stood up ready to leave, but something caught me eye. Just about crotch
height was a two-inch hole right through the wall, and poking out of it was
one of Jason's fingers, waving about like a little prick!

"Play with me!" Jason said in a baby-like voice.

I pretended to toss him off for a few seconds before he pulled his finger
back.

"Your turn," he giggled.

I put a finger through, but Jason pushed it back. "Not big enough."

I put two fingers through.

"Still not big enough!"

Suddenly, the light dawned. Chuckling to myself, I dropped my Speedos and
pushed my limp dick through.

I felt Jason take hold of it and use two or three fingers to stroke
it. Within seconds it'd hardened solidly and Jason grabbed it
firmly. Involuntarily, I pushed my groin against the wall and gripped the
top of it with my hands. There was something strange and phenomenally
erotic about having your dick played with when you couldn't see who it
was. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Ravi on the other side. Just at
that moment, my dick seemed to get wet, and what could be nothing other
than a tongue licking it. Thinking I was imagining it, I opened my eyes,
but the feeling was still there. It got even better when a mouth closed
round it and started to suck gently. Just a few sucks, but enough to tell
me that it felt good.

All too quickly it stopped and my wet cock was pushed back through the
wall.

"My turn," said the voice behind the wall.

This was accompanied by the appearance of a now familiar, rigidly erect
dick through the hole.

Tentatively I licked it and to my surprise, there was no taste at all,
other than salty sea water.  Deciding to take a chance, I let it slide over
my lips and into my mouth. It felt OK. More than OK in fact as I got used
to it. I could actually feel Jason's dickhead with my tongue, and the
slightest taste of piss. Experimentally I sucked. That too was OK. Jason
though so as well, guessing by the sounds I heard.

My pleasure was spoilt when Jason pulled his dick back and he flushed the
toilet again.

I looked at him, grinning, as we walked back down the beach.

"What?" he said, wide eyed and innocent.

"That was, err, different!" I answered.

"What was?"

"What we did just now."

"Whaddya mean? I ain't done anything except have a shit. Must've been
somebody else."

"Yeah, OK," I sighed. "I believe you. It was still good though."

"Good. You can tell me all about it later. Tonight," he laughed as he dived
into the water.

************

The evening was a sort of limbo time for Jason and I. Once the meal was out
of the way, the adults settled down to play cards, talk and drink a few
beers. Jason and I played Scrabble, chess or watched TV. We weren't even
allowed to go out for a walk as it was too dark, and 'you don't know who's
out there'.

The result was that we spent the evening hiding our erections from the
'rents and avoiding all conversation which was even remotely sexual,
watching the clock creeping round slowly towards bed time. And do you know,
even the most innocent of conversations have hidden sexual meanings, and
clocks go slower and slower the more you watch them?

Struggling to fit in some awkward letters on the Scrabble board, I noticed
that Jason had fallen asleep. I nudged his dad and nodded in Jason's
direction.

"Jay!" his father shouted, grinning.

Jason jumped, opened his eyes and blinked sleepily.

"Go to bed if you're tired," his dad said and turned back to playing cards.

Jason struggled to his feet groggily and made his way to the door. On the
way past, he kicked me lightly and gave an enormous wink!

I put the game away and watched TV until I heard the shower turn off and
Jason pad back to our bedroom. Ten minutes later, I yawned widely and told
my parents that I was tired as well and was going to sleep. I received a
nominal 'goodnight' and 'don't wake Jason' from them as I stood up.

They needn't have worried. After a quick shower, I went into our room and
closed the door behind me. Jason was sat cross-legged on his bed, smiling
broadly.

"Had to do something," he chuckled. My dick's been hard for so long, it was
getting painful."

"How is it?" I asked looking down at it.

"Better, thanks. Look!" He opened his legs wide and showed me.

Standing up proudly from his beautiful little balls was his pride and
joy. Four or five inches of softly throbbing muscle, bright pink and just
begging for some attention.

Dropping my bathrobe, I squatted on the bed in front of Jason, mesmerised
by his nakedness and gently quivering dick. The bedside light reflected off
the wall behind him, highlighting the soft fine hairs of his body, giving
him a strange blurred and ethereal outline. Delicately I ran my fingers
down the inside of his thighs as if to confirm his solidity and that he
wasn't a sublime apparition.

Jason grabbed my hands, breaking my reverie. "Hey, that tickles!" he
giggled.

"Sorry!" I said.

"Ever play 'Nervous' ?" Jason asked, cocking his head to one side.

"Don't think so. How do you play it?"

"Close your eyes and I'll show you."

I closed my eyes and waited expectantly. Very delicately Jason put a finger
on my knee and drew little circles. Gradually he began to move it up my leg
and towards my groin, sometimes moving up, sometimes down, but getting
nearer and nearer my balls. I am ticklish at the best of times and it was
hard work not grabbing Jason's wrist to stop him, but the sensation slowly
became much more erotic as he closed up on my groin.

"How far will you let me go? How far dare I go?" he whispered. "The most
nervous one will stop first And he's the loser!"

Gritting my teeth, I let his fingers wander around until they rested
against my balls, tapping them softly.

"It's more fun the way Dave and I do it," Jason mused. " We do it in class
sometimes. It drives Dave mad!"

"Why?" I asked. "It wasn't easy not stopping you, but I did it."

"It's different when you've got clothes on. Imagine you're in class and I
put my hand there," he said, putting his fingers on my knee. "Then I slide
up to your dick. Will you let me actually touch it, or will you stop me?
And have I got the nerve to do it? If either of us stops, then we change
over, and so on."

"How do you win?" I asked stupidly.

"You don't. One of you loses! If you let me touch your cock, then I try to
undo your zip and put my hand inside and get your dick out!"

"What! In class?"

"Yeah. That's where the 'Nervous' comes in. Have you got the nerve to let
me get your dick out? Or haven't you?"

"Sounds great," I replied. "I must try it sometime." And I knew who with.

"Anyway," Jason said, "Tell me what happened in the bog today."

"Let's get into bed first," I replied. "Just in case."

Lights out, and cuddled up together under the sheet, I settled down to tell
my story, Jason's eyes glistening with anticipation.

"I was in the bog when I put my dick through this hole."

"What hole? And why'd you want to put your dick through it anyway?" Jason
interrupted. He plainly wanted the whole story in gruesome detail.

"Well, there was this hole in the wall through to the next sit-down, about
two inches across and just about at bollock height. I hadn't really notice
it until a finger came through and wiggled at me I sort of played with it
for a bit, but thought it was a bit stupid so I stopped.  Then I guessed
whoever it was wanted something bigger so I stuck my prick through."

"Wasn't that a bit crazy?"

" 'Spose so," I answered. "But I did it anyway. I thought I might get
wanked off or something.  Then I felt this wet sort of feeling on my cock,
and a tongue licking it."

"Why didn't you stop?" Jason asked with bated breath.

"Dunno. It felt neat. 'Specially when he sucked on it for a bit."

"Wow! Then what?"

"We swapped places and he stuck his dick through."

"What did it look like?"

"Big . Big 'n hairy and wrinkly and spotty ..."

Jason thumped me on the chest and giggled. "Liar!"

"Ok. It was tiny and soft like a cocktail sausage. But it was a nice one."

Jason ignored me this time and so I went on.

"I put it in my mouth and licked it and sucked it. Felt really neat," I
sighed for Jason's benefit.

"And?"

"Nothing. Whoever it was took it back and left before I could see who it
was."

"Would you do it again?" Jason asked.

"Think so. If it wasn't too big or smelly or anything. Yeah!"

"Mine don't smell, and it ain't all that big," Jason said quietly.

He was right on both counts and giving him a wry smile I dived under the
bedclothes.

He was well primed. Even through the dim light seeping through the sheet, I
could see he was rigidly hard. I salivated in anticipation as I pointed his
tool at my mouth and touched it against my lips.

Jason gasped as I sank down on him. Savouring every millimetre of his silky
smooth dick, I caressed it with my tongue and soaked up its exquisite
flavour. Without the thickness of the wall between us, I took him further
in than I did before and when the head of his nob touched the back of my
throat, I stopped and began to suck him in earnest. There was a bit of a
gag reflex at first, but I was so determined to do it properly I managed to
stifle it.

I wasn't sure if I could make Jason cum just by sucking his cock and so I
gave him a good few minutes before I stopped and slid back up the bed. In
any case my jaw was beginning to ache.

"What was it like?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Good," he said seriously. "Really, really good. All wet and tingly. Got
really hard too!"

He was like an over-excited kid, his face glowing with satisfaction and
delight. "Want me to do you?"

" 'Course," I whispered as I lifted the bed sheet for him.

Instantly he straddled me with his knees and soon had my swollen cock in
his mouth. At first he took it in too far and I felt him gag, just as I
had. Undeterred, he re-adjusted and got down to work.

I could hear him moaning as he slid his tongue round and round me, sucking
as hard as he could. It was truly amazing. Like wanking in a way, but a
million times better - the feeling sort of spread out so's it would last
longer than a jerk-off.

All the time Jason was sucking me, I was staring at his butt a few inches
in front of my face.  Unable to resist the temptation, I put a hand on his
cheeks And began a slow kneading, playing with his cock and balls with my
other hand. In response I got a playful wriggle of his arse and a mumbled
giggle from under the sheet.

I think I could've cum if he'd done it for longer, but Jason ran out of
breath. Re-surfacing with a broad grin across his face, he smirked at me
and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

Snuggling up close, we embraced and looked at each other happily. Suddenly
I felt an irresistible urge to kiss him, I'd never actually wanted to kiss
a boy before, but somehow things had subtly changed between Jason and
me. Still looking into his eyes, I moved in closer. Jason must've known
what I was thinking - there was no doubt about what I was going to do
unless he stopped me. Which he didn't

I pecked him on the lips momentarily and pulled back, slightly afraid of
what I'd just done.

"Again," he begged as he locked his arms behind my neck.

This time we kissed properly, even allowing our tongues to touch inside our
mouths. It was weird. A good weird, making me feel sort of warm and itchy
all over. We kissed again, and again. Jason giggled into my mouth.

"What?" I mouthed.

"Do you know where your mouth's just been?"

I did, but didn't care.

"So?"

"I don't mind," Jason said, "I just thought of it!"

He wriggled against me, our cocks mashed together as our lips met once
more.

"Mike?" Jason whispered as we took a break.

"Mmmm?"

"Can I, you know, do what we did last night?"

"If you want," I whispered.

"Great!" he said gleefully. "And I've thought of a new way! Get the baby
stuff and lay on your back."

I knew that Jason had a fertile and vivid imagination and had given up
trying to out-guess him. Meekly I did as I was told, waiting to see what he
had in mind.

This time he had me face him as he knelt between my opened legs.

"Lift 'em up," he commanded.

I did as I was told and put my hands behind my knees to hold them up out of
the way. Now I could see what he was trying to do.

It only took a few aborted attempts for us to realise that the angles were
all wrong and there was no way he could get in me that way. Jason wasn't
going to be beaten though, and with the judicial use of our pillows he was
soon lined up to his satisfaction.

Excitedly he spread what little remaining oil there was over my butt and
his eager cock.

"Use your fingers first," I suggested. "Make it sort of looser."

His finger went in easily, my feeling only a little pain as it went in. He
wriggled it about for a bit until he seemed satisfied and then scooched
forward, holding his cock against my now prepared hole.

With his face screwed up in concentration, he pushed forwards
experimentally. At the same time I relaxed the muscle just as I did
before. To our joint amazement, he slid in easily and with next to no pain.

"Wow!" he said with feeling. "That was easy!"

Over the moon with his success, he eased down further and further until he
was root-deep in me.

Resting his hands on my knees, we locked eyes as he began to fuck me
carefully. The ecstasy on his face as he buggered me showed. Eyes and mouth
tightly closed, he was in heaven, each thrust enjoyed immensely. I too was
blissfully content. Doing it this way was far better than when I was on my
front, I could actually feel his swollen cock move inside me. Slowly Jason
pushed himself harder and harder, deeper and deeper down, the effort
bringing beads of sweat to his forehead.

Then the whole world went apeshit. As Jason rammed down, he seemed to press
a button inside me and I felt a surge of supremely erotic passion race
through me. My dick got even harder and I bit my lip in ecstasy - it was
like having a million cums all at once! Almost in physical agony, I
thrashed my head from side to side as Jason pounded away, hitting the spot
time and time again. Just as I thought that I was going to pass out, my
cock gave an almighty lurch and ejected spurt after spurt of hot spunk,
shooting out so hard it went way over my head. As my butt cheeks clenched
together, squeezing Jason's cock viciously, he orgasmed and buried himself
way down deep, shaking like a leaf. For timeless moments we lay together in
profound disbelief at the exquisite feeling.

"Fuckin' Hell!" I gasped. "Jesus!"

Even Jason was gobsmacked for once. He stared at me in blank, amazed
astonishment, hands trembling on my knees and his softening dick still
inside me. I let my legs down and hugged Jason to my chest.

We were both far too shocked to attempt any speech - there was no need
anyway. With tears in my eyes, I kissed Jason passionately and
lovingly. Stroking my hands down his back, I recovered my senses
gradually. I thought Jason had fallen asleep, but he opened his eyes and
blinked at me, completely out of focus.

"That was OK!" he sighed, just about managing a smile. "Very OK, but my
dick's sore again!"

The he closed his eyes and dozed off.

Our holiday sorted itself out into two distinct parts after that
night. During the day we did the usual holiday stuff: swimming, cinema,
arcades and that sort of crap. At night we played with each other. We
couldn't keep up the intensity of the first few nights of course, but once
we grew used to each other we settled down to an easy, relaxed routine. I
don't think there were any deep, sexual feelings between us, it was just
two boys enjoying themselves freely and happily. The fact that we were
indulging in forbidden, secret pleasures helped of course, as did the
promises of fantastic orgasms at least once a night!

One the night before we left, we managed to run through all the things we'd
taught each other, sad that we were to part company in a way, but happy in
the knowledge that we'd enjoyed the holiday far more than we expected
to. Jason had some new games to play with his friends, and I was determined
to seduce Ravi, and hopefully Martyn, before too long.

Part Two ...........

I had a couple of weeks of my summer holidays left before I had to go back
to school, and for once I didn't mind the prospect. The break I'd had with
Jason in the holiday bungalow had been brilliant as far as I was
concerned. The most important thing I'd learned was that the strange
feelings I got around other boys wasn't just me, others felt it too. Jason
didn't feel it quite as much as I did I don't think, although he was more
than willing to mess about. The feelings I had seemed to be deeper somehow;
I felt more attracted to boys than Jason did - he simply did it for fun
when the opportunity arose. I actually felt it in my stomach when I saw a
good-looking boy, and after I'd looked at his face, my eyes automatically
went to his crotch. I seemed to live with a permanent boner.

Ravi seemed to fill my mind: I thought of him all the time, especially at
night when I was alone in my bed. Pictures of him filled my brain as I held
my dick in my hand: him naked in the showers, him stood vigorously drying
his hair with his smooth brown cock bouncing in front of me, him with his
prick in my mouth and mine in his. That was when I usually shot my load
into a waiting hand.

I even went as far as finding out where he lived and rode my bike past his
house a few times, but I never saw him, partly because he lived on the
fourth floor of a block of flats, and partly because in a funny way I
didn't want him to see me.

School started eventually and thank God there had been only a few changes
to my class. A couple of boys had left and had been replaced by two more -
fairly average ones of no particular note, not even when I checked them out
in the showers.

Despite giving it a lot of attention, I still hadn't managed to devise any
sort of plan that would get me and Ravi together, or me and Martyn for that
matter. The only thing which worked out OK was that I made sure right from
the start that Ravi and I sat together for most of our lessons.

Games and PE were a nightmare. My habit of checking out the other boys
hadn't diminished in the slightest - it had got worse in fact as I imagined
doing the things that Jason and I had done with them. After a lot of
embarrassment I eventually managed to summon up enough courage to ask my
dad to buy me a jock strap, which he did, much to his amusement.

Anyway, on the Ravi side, things gradually got better. We'd become good
friends after a few weeks and spent a lot of our time together in
school. One day Ravi had forgotten his chemistry book and so we had to
share mine. This meant pushing our chairs next to each other and our legs
pressed side by side under the desk for the whole of the double lesson! I'm
sure he could feel the heat from me - I could certainly feel his. I also
had a boner to die for, which if he'd cared to look was extremely
visible. Experimentally I let my hand drop to touch his thigh, as if by
accident. There was no reaction at all from him, which meant he didn't
object!

The next chemistry lesson I carefully buried my book at the bottom of my
school bag.

"Got your book?" I whispered to Ravi as we sat down.

He waved it at me, smiling. OK, time for Plan B.

"Forgot mine," I told him.

We moved up close and concentrated on the lesson - at least Ravi did. For
some reason I couldn't set my mind to it. Gently but firmly I pressed my
knee to his, not daring to look at his face. Then he did it back! This went
on for a few minutes before I had the courage to smile at him
conspiratorially, he grinned back, confirming that our little game was OK
with him.

It was now or never. Time for Jason's game. I put my hand on Ravi's knee
and gave it a little squeeze. No reaction. I moved my hand up slightly and
watched him out of the corner of my eye. His expression never changed.

"Nervous?" I whispered in his ear.

He shook his head and I moved up an inch or two.

"Now?"

Slight hesitation. Shake of the head. Two more inches and I was mid-thigh,
on the inside.  This time he put his hand down on mine to stop me; he
didn't move it away though and soon took it away. He understood what game
we were playing and was willing to go along with it, at least so far. I
moved up a little, putting my hand just a few tantalizing inches away from
his balls. This time I moved it away after a few seconds to give him a turn
if he wanted. It didn't go unnoticed that he adjusted the growing boner in
his trousers.

I was quite prepared for the game to end there: I could always do it again
some other time, having done it the once.

To my surprise, I felt his hand on my leg almost straightaway. Ignoring him
wasn't easy, but the promise of things to come made me sit still. I let him
creep up my leg until he reached just a bit higher than I had with him
before I stopped him. Apart from anything else, if he'd gone any higher, I
would have creamed my pants!

Forcing myself to calm down and my dick stop throbbing, I put a finger
inside his thigh, more or less where I'd left off before. This time I let
it slide up in a continuous, delicate, movement, the track of my finger
leading in one direction only. I sensed rather than heard Ravi take a deep
breath and hold it. Very, very slowly I headed for his balls. After what
seemed an eternity, at last I had one finger on them! Jiggling them up and
down a bit, I cupped them both in my hand and felt their weight. This time
Ravi breathed out audibly and closed his legs, my hand trapped in his
crotch, clutching his knackers! It must've been some sort of spasm because
he soon relaxed enough to free my hand.

I thought the game had ended when I got my hand back, but to my
astonishment, Ravi, giving up all pretence of playing a game now, suddenly
put his hand straight on my balls and gave them a good feel; not content
with that, he went further and even put his fingers on my swollen cock and
squeezed it!

Not a word was said, either then or later about our messing about but over
the next week we did it a few more times, eventually getting to the point
where we did away with the protracted foreplay and went straight for the
main prize!

Stupidly I hadn't given a thought as to the next stage in my seduction of
Ravi: I was taken by surprise at the speed with which the first aim had
been achieved I guess. In any case I was jerking off so often now that I
didn't have time for any planning!

Providentially, Ravi had. It seems he enjoyed our fun as much as I did and
it was he who made the next move. Feeling each other through our clothes
was tremendously exciting the first few times and it was still great fun
for us, but life being what it is, we wanted more.

Our English teacher used to read out loud to us once in a while and it was
during one of these lessons that Ravi made the quantum leap. We settled
down at the back of the class as normal when instead of moving up close to
me, he stretched his legs out straight and leaned back.  Assuming he didn't
want to mess around today, I hunched down over my desk and opened my book.

Once the teacher had got into her stride, I got a dig in the ribs from
Ravi. Curiously I looked first at his face and then down in his groin where
he'd nodded. I stared, wide-eyed at his open zip. Doing all but giggle out
loud, he place the opened book over the yawning gap and much to my surprise
and delight slipped his hand inside his trousers and played with his
cock. I had to copy him of course. And, daringly, take our game to new and
dangerous heights. Very slowly and carefully I eased my erection out
through my flies and gave Ravi a nudge after making sure it was hidden from
the prying eyes of others by my book.

Ravi moved his hand towards me, but changed his mind at the last minute and
instead took his own hard cock out for me to stare at. I yearned to lean
over and touch it, but it would have been far too risky bearing in mind
where we were. We did, though, keep them out on display for most the
lesson, much to our enjoyment.

We never spoke about our games, despite the fact that by now we were
actually looking forward to them. Our friendship did, however, blossom in
other directions. Visits to each other's homes became regular events and we
even spent time together at week-ends, watching TV or playing soccer in the
park.

Silly though it sounds, the only times we were at all sexy with each other
was at school.  Whenever we were together out of school, there were always
other people around, or at the very least in the room next door. It got to
the point where I for one was getting more than a little frustrated. The
boy I has lusted over for so long was now my best friend, and yet seemed
further away than ever.

The ache I got whenever we were together was almost painful. I'm sure that
Ravi felt at least a little like this because he was just as keen on our
classroom games as I was - if not more so.  And we hadn't even made skin on
skin contact with each other yet.

Unlike mine, both Ravi's parents worked. His father was a long-distance
lorry driver and his mother a doctor's receptionist. (My father was an
office manager). The relevance of this information becomes important as
they became the reason for a big change for us both. Ravi's mother had her
hours changed, and instead of finishing work in time to get home for Ravi,
she had to work until six in the evening. This meant that he would be home
alone until then, at least when his dad was away, which was most days. For
some reason, Rav's mum didn't like the idea of him being in the flat alone
and so after a phone call or two between our mothers, it was agreed I would
stay at his place until she came home. Brilliant! Sanctioned time alone!

Our routine before this was for me and his mother to talk for a bit while
Ravi went to change out of his school uniform, then we would have some tea
and do our homework together.

For the first couple of days we were alone, I stayed in the living room
when he changed, but then began to follow him into his room as we were
chatting. Despite our having seen each other naked a hundred times before,
Ravi always turned his back on me when he stripped. It didn't do me, my
blood pressure or my woodie any good when he bent over in his tight
underpants either.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked, sat on his bed one day watching him.

"What?"

"Turn your back on me when you strip?"

"Why? Do you want to see my front?" he said as he turned to face me.

I shrugged my shoulders, grinning at him.

"Pervert!" he laughed, but stayed as he was.

Neither did he seem embarrassed as I stared at the mound in his Y-fronts,
after all he was used to it by now.

"Wanna do our homework now or later?" he asked, sitting on the bed beside
me, pulling on his jeans.

I didn't want to do it at all to be honest, but replied, "Later," putting
as much lust into my voice as I could.

"What do you want to do then?" he asked, not realising what he'd said.  I
put a hand on his knee, looked at him and said, "Nervous?"

"Bollocks!" he laughed and pushed me back on the bed, jumping astride me,
trying to get his knees in my shoulders and pin me down.

Naturally we had a rough and tumble then, rolling about on the big
bed. Eventually I lost (or rather I let him win!), Ravi pinning my wrists
down over my head, his knees on my arms, his groin bulging out in front of
my face.

"You've got a boner!" I giggled.

"So? What's it to you?" he laughed. "You can't reach it can you?"

I struggled to free my hands, but he was leaning down and I had no
chance. Grinning wickedly, he managed to hold both my wrists with one hand
and reached behind.

"What's this?" he laughed as he felt my hard cock. "And you ain't boned
up?"

I knew I was beaten and relaxed my tense body, giving up any thoughts I had
of continuing the tussle. Ravi eased the pressure on my wrists, but still
held them. He also found the tag on my zip and very slowly slid it down,
watching my face as he did so. I gave him the slightest of nods and waited
to see what he would do next.

Without a pause, he got the zip all the way down and put his hand inside,
fingers searching for my dick. Once he'd found it, he held it through my
undies, squeezing it gently. He let my wrists go and slid his knees off my
arms. Taking this as a sign he was prepared to go further, I unfastened his
jeans and pushed them down as far as I could. For the second time that day,
I was staring intently at his superb package, but this time there was a
definite erection to focus on.

"Lift up," I whispered as I took hold of his underpants.

Obligingly, he did, allowing me to push them down just enough to reveal his
magnificent prick and balls. I took hold of only the third prick I'd
touched in my life - and mine didn't count! For an insane moment, I thought
of doing what came naturally and sticking my lips round it, but succeeded
in keeping my mouth closed.

Yet again, I was amazed at how good a hard cock felt. Under my exploring
fingers was an object which had been the subject of my nightly wanks for
weeks. Rav's cock was a little bit longer than mine, but thinner. His
foreskin also slipped down over his crown when he was hard. All this I took
in at a single glance; what took my breath away was how it felt. In colour,
it was sort of chocolatey with a purple head, glistening in the
sunlight. The skin was smooth and sort of oily - not like Jason's at
all. It wasn't as hard as Jason's though. Perhaps because Jason was quite a
bit smaller, his dick got harder; I don't know.

"Move over," Ravi said, interrupting my trance. "I wanna see yours."

We lay in opposite directions, heads inches from groins as we inspected
each other minutely, Ravi's cool hands flitting all round my pride and joy,
much to my delight.

"How long is it?" Ravi asked from way down below.

"No idea. Got a ruler?"

Still with his pants round his ankles, Ravi hobbled to his desk, retrieved
a ruler and lay it along the top of my now leaking tool.

"Exactly eleven centimetres," he said grinning. "Now do me."

"Twelve," I told him. "But you're thinner than me."

We tried to use our fingers to compare, it was very nice but didn't work
very well.

"Bit of string," Ravi laughed.

Ferreting about in his desk, he found a length of white string and dangled
it in front of me.  "You first," he smiled.

This bit I enjoyed. It took three or four attempts to make sure I got it
right and I was satisfied.  Marking both ends with my fingers, Ravi
measured it.

"Nine and half," he said. "Now its my turn."

I watched, holding my breath as he fiddled about, taking far longer than he
needed to. "Ten," he said at last. "Nice one!"

We re-arranged ourselves so we were facing each other, one hand supporting
our heads. We were feeling each other's 'nads, our trousers and pants still
round our ankles.

"Can you cum yet?" Ravi asked, running a thumb over my slick cockhead.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

"When'd you cum last?" I giggled.

"This morning before I got up," he grinned. "You?"

"Today. After our English lesson, at break time," I laughed. We'd shown
each other our cocks again and I'd got horny as you might expect.

"Wanker!" he said, a smile spread from ear to ear. "I wanted to, but
couldn't find an empty bog!"

"Wanna do it now?" I asked.

"If you do."

In reply, I lay on my back and wrapped my hand around my dick. I half hoped
Ravi would do it for me, but to my slight disappointment, he decided to
look after himself.

I'd always used four fingers and my thumb to jack off. Jason used three,
and as far as I was concerned they were the only ways. Ravi showed me a new
one: he made a circle with his thumb and a finger and rubbed it up and down
rapidly just where the shaft joins the head.  Fascinating.

We didn't cum together, Ravi beat me to it by about four strokes. It was
good though and I fell back on the bed, breathing deeply.

"Here," Ravi said, dropping an old T-shirt on top of my cooling spunk.

We dressed ourselves rather self-consciously after we'd cleaned the mess
up, smiling slightly at one another.

"Can you remember when you first cum?" Ravi asked as he pulled his pants
up.

"At school," I giggled and told him the story about the climbing rope.

"You?" I asked.

" 'Bout six months ago," he said. "I'd been watching a clip from a porno
film on my TV late one night and I had a wet dream. Scared the shit out of
me at first," he giggled, "until I worked out what it was!"

We chatted away for a few minutes more, laying on the bed facing each
other, when Ravi reminded me that we still had our homework to do. I would
have much preferred to stay looking at Rav, but agreed that the work had to
be done. We were still hard at it when his mother came home. She brought us
a cup of tea each, set them down on the desk and opened a window.

"Why is it boys always smell so bad?" she laughed.

Rav and I had the grace to blush, hoping that she didn't recognise the
odour. We must remember to open a window next time I thought. I also had a
minor panic attack as I thought what Jason and my room must've smelt like
most mornings, but as nothing had been said by anyone, I let it go.

"In future, we do our homework first! And open a window," Ravi said later
as I got ready to leave.

And that's just about all we did for a few days. We seemed to have a lot of
homework to do for some reason and apart from having a quick grope of each
other through our trousers, we couldn't do anything. I was getting
frustrated again - and desperate.

Friday nights we didn't do our homework - that was left until Sunday and so
we had a lot more time to fill. I was sat at his desk, watching him change
the Friday after we'd first messed about, wondering how I could get things
started when I asked him a question that had been at the back of my mind
for ages.

"Why's your skin so smooth and shiny?" I asked as he changed.

"I use oil Coconut or palm. We all do," he said. Otherwise it gets all dry
and flaky. Looks bad."

I ran my fingers down his arm and across his bare chest. It felt good -
like silk.

"Can I try some?"

Still in his underpants, Ravi went to the bathroom and returned with a
bottle of clear oil.

"Here, try this."

Taking my shirt off, I poured a teaspoonful in my hand and smelt it. Hardly
any smell at all. I rubbed it in my arm and watched as my skin absorbed it,
the teaspoonful I'd taken being enough to do my whole arm and a bit of my
chest too.

"I like this," I said. "Feels cool."

I didn't say that it felt like baby oil, which it did, but my cock began to
get hard as I remembered what Jason and I had used it for.

"Do you rub it all over?" I asked. Emphasis on the 'all over'.

"Yeah," Ravi smiled. "But you gotta be careful down there. Any more than
two rubs and you could be in trouble!"

Without saying anything, I took off the remainder of my clothes and looked
at Ravi, holding the bottle out to him.

"Wanna do it?" I asked quietly.

Ravi gulped and took the bottle from my hand.

"You sure?" he asked, blushing slightly. "I've never, err, rubbed anyone
down there." He nodded at my growing erection.

"I don't mind if you don't," I grinned.

The ball was now fairly and squarely in his court. I could see his cock
wanted him to, but Ravi was thinking. He wanted a little push.

Stepping forward half a pace, I rested my hand on his boner.

"Come on," I whispered. "I want to do it with you, you know I do. Let's
give it a try."

The atmosphere was electric. I was incredibly aroused, yet frightened at
the same time. Had I gone too far? Had I pushed too hard? Was our
friendship over? Messing about and feeling each other was one thing, but
actually jacking each other off was something else.

"Please? Just once and then I won't ask again. Ever." I begged.

I slipped my thumbs inside the waistband of his pants and waited.

"OK," he whispered.

We stood there, completely naked, looking at each other as if for the first
time, our stiff cocks obscenely hard.

I wanted to tell him how beautiful he was, how he made me feel every time I
saw him, how much I wanted him. But boys don't do that, do they?

"Nice body," I smiled.

"He smiled nervously back at me and whispered, "Yours too." His eyes were
fixed in my groin.

I took his hand and put it on my dick, taking his own hardness in mine.

Feeling his fingers curl around my shaft, I shuddered at the wonderful
sensation. It'd been ages since anyone had touched me properly down there,
and I'd missed it.

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"OK," he whispered, still unsure about the situation he'd found himself in.

"Want to go on the bed? It'll be easier," I said quietly.

Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded and led the way.

Once we were comfortable, we took hold of our cocks again and began to feel
each other tentatively. I was in heaven.

"Wanna cum?" Ravi asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "But not yet. I like doing this, feels great." Then,
after a pause, "Do you like it?"

"Yes." Ravi whispered. "Never thought it'd be like this."

"What?"

"Doing this. Playing with each other. Naked. Feeling each other."

I giggled at him and gave him a little hug. "You've thought about it then?"

"Oh, yeah," he smiled back. "Lots. But I never thought I'd actually get to
do it."

"Me too. I've always wanted to, you know, do it with you, but never had the
guts to ask."

Ravi was completely relaxed now and was enjoying himself. He moved in a bit
closer and I felt his warm, brown skin against mine, from shoulder to
thigh.

I was slowly masturbating him, watching my hand slide up and down his
perfect cock.

"Better stop now," Ravi gasped. "I'm gonna cum if you don't."

We both stopped, but still kept hold of each other. Waiting for him to calm
down a bit, I used my spare hand to stroke his chest.

"OK," he whispered.

Despite our intention to take things easy and make it last as long as we
could, we began to jerk each other off seriously now, watching avidly as
our hands worked our swollen dicks.

"Cumming!" Ravi panted as his spunk shot out in one continuous rope,
landing in a straight line from his chin to his balls.

The sight of his orgasm did it for me and I felt my whole body convulse as
I pumped out six or seven magnificent heavy-duty spurts.

"Wow!" Ravi muttered. "Never come as much as that before!"

"Me too," I lied. "Bloody fantastic!"

Neither of us had the energy to move after we'd cleaned the mess up and we
lay on the bed side-by-side, staring at the ceiling.

"Thanks!" I said after a while. "That was brilliant!"

"Yeah," Ravi sighed dreamily. "Knackering though. And we didn't use any
oil!"

I smiled to myself as we dressed, pleased that Ravi had seemingly enjoyed
himself as much as I had.

Despite his nervousness and initial reservations, Ravi soon got hooked on
our new hobby. We wanked each other off most days, usually in his room
after school. We did it in other places too: at the back of a class once,
on the back row of a cinema and on a bus on the way home from school. The
best times though were what we began to refer to as our 'funny half hours'
on Friday afternoons.

No sooner was the front door locked when Ravi would strip down to his
pants, and with an evil leer would say, "Wanna funny half hour before I get
dressed?"

The half hours of course lasted longer than that, and neither were they
funny. We both took them seriously and looked forward to them more and
more. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't love or anything silly like that but I
felt different about Ravi than I did about Jason. Jason took our messing
about as a bit of entertainment, exciting and enjoyable, but not to be
taken seriously. In fact he rarely referred to it in the occasional Emails
we exchanged other than then odd mention of Dave and Pete. It was just a
bit more than simple fun with Rav.

Ravi and I had an easy-going close friendship, happy and content in each
other's company.  The sex bit we found enjoyable and somehow relaxing. I
think we both liked sharing each other's bodies in a comforting sort of
way, especially when we were on the bed together, cuddled up close. It was
there that we shared our innermost feelings and thoughts, safe in the
knowledge that they would stay secret.

Although we spent a lot of time in each other's company, we'd never had a
sleep-over. The idea never come up in fact until the first week of the
Christmas holidays.

Ravi's mum and dad were going to spend a week-end visiting both sets of
grandparents and Ravi had persuaded them to let him stay with me. To begin
with, there was no more in it than an opportunity for Ravi to avoid a
tedious and boring few days with his aged grandparents, but once the
arrangements had been fixed though, it took on a thrilling new aspect.

That Friday evening was painful for us both. We felt obliged to spend it
with my parents, watching TV and having a take-away Indian of all
things. My mum and dad had made a big effort to make Ravi feel at home and
we felt it only fair to let them know how grateful we both were. What we
really wanted though was to be by ourselves, not for sex or anything like
that especially, but so we could talk about boyish things away from the
grown-ups.

At last the time came round when we could reasonably go upstairs without
raising any eyebrows. Having said our 'goodnights' and received the
mandatory 'don't stay awake all night talking' admonition, we climbed the
stairs.

It didn't take us long to shower and get ready for bed, both of us opting
to sleep in our undies.  We didn't go to bed straight away though, that
pleasure would be all the better for being delayed, and in any case we were
both a little nervous too. To begin with we played a few games on my pc,
both of us being equally bad. Between games, Ravi was exploring the
contents of my computer when he came across my school file. Opening it up,
he skimmed idly through it, stopping at the class photographs. (Why is it
whenever I look at that picture, I see them all naked in the changing
rooms?).

"Wonder which ones jerk off?" he asked, giggling.

"All of 'em," I laughed. "Except him. And him." I pointed to the class nerd
and James, the fattest boy in the school. "One doesn't know what it's for,
and James can't find it!" I added.

"OK," Ravi conceded. "Who would you like to do it with?"

This was getting to be fun, I thought. It seems he'd thought about this
too.

"Dunno. Never thought about it."

"Liar!" he giggled. "If I have, I'm dammed sure you have."

"OK," I grinned. "Let's have a look."

I printed off a class list and put it on the desk.

"OK, cross out the nerds, geeks, fatties and uglies," I said.

That took care of about a dozen.

"Those who wouldn't and those we don't like much." Ravi added.

Another six. That left five, including us.

I crossed my name off. Ravi looked at me quizzically.

"I wouldn't do it," I said, "With anyone except you."

He laughed and took his name off.

Of the three remaining, one was Martyn. The others were Steve and Phil.

"OK. Crunch time." Ravi smiled. "Which one."

Dare I? What would he think?

I pointed to Martyn.

"And?" I said with a raised eyebrow.

Ravi pointed to Steve, then slid his finger up to Martyn's name.

"Snap!" he laughed.

By now, both our dicks were hard. I for one had a mental picture of Martyn
in the showers, trying to ignore his half-hard cock. I guess Ravi had
something similar in mind as he started to stroke his boner absently.

"Wonder if he would?" Ravi mused. There was a serious sort of edge to his
voice as he thought about it.

"Dunno," I replied. "Might be fun finding out.

"You reckon?" Ravi said, eyes lighting up.

"Why not? He can only tell us to piss off," I laughed, turning the pc off.

We didn't even make the gesture of using separate beds. We used mine. We
slipped an arm under each other and embraced, our other hands gently
holding our dicks.

"This's nice!" Ravi sighed as he snuggled up closer.

"Mmmm," I replied, eyes closed and bathing in Ravi's delicious scent.

"You ever do it with anyone else?" he asked softly as he squeezed my cock
for emphasis.

It only took a moment for me to think about it. "Yeah. Ages ago with my
cousin Jason when we were on holiday."

"How old's he? What did you do?"

He wasn't pissed off or jealous or anything. In fact Ravi seemed quite
interested.

"Well. He's 12 and we did what you and me do sort of thing. He couldn't cum
much though, but he liked doing it."

"What else did you do?" By the sound of it, Ravi was getting turned on.

"We sort of sucked each other," I said nervously.

"What! You mean you put your thing in his mouth? Disgusting!" he giggled.

"It's not, actually," smiling as I remembered. "Doesn't taste of piss or
anything except cock.  It's not bad."

Ravi must be feeling extra horny tonight I thought. He doesn't usually like
talking about this sort of stuff.

"Wanna do it now?" he whispered with a sly grin.

Did I! My heart almost stopped as I thought about it.

"If you like," I said as calmly as I could.

"Great! What do we do?"

"What's to explain?" I chuckled. "You stick it in your gob and you
suck. Mind you cover your teeth with your lips though!"

Ravi giggled at this and said, "Wanna show me?"

He lifted himself up the bed so he was leaning back on the headboard and
splayed his legs. In anticipation I stretched out between them and gazed at
his treasure in front of me, pulsating in time with his heartbeat.

Making a circle with my thumb and forefinger, I took hold of his manhood at
the base and held it lightly, amazed for the hundredth time at its
splendour. I could have gazed at it for hours, losing myself in its sleek
velvety texture, its golden brown skin and deep red crown.

Slowly, I licked it from base to tip, letting my tongue rest for a while on
his slit. Then again.  Somewhere above me I heard Ravi moaning in
delight. Once more I ran my tongue along his shaft before I kissed the end
of it tenderly.

Ravi's body tensed as I curled my lips round his prick and sucked oh so
very gently. I was in paradise as I let his cock reach for my throat, my
tongue lubricating it all the way. Even when it touched the back I managed
not to gag and took it down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ravi's hands clenching the sheet tightly
as he groaned in ecstasy. Summoning up as much passion as I could, I bobbed
up and down his shaft relentlessly, savouring every fantastic moment of
it. Words can't describe my emotions as I concentrated, my whole being
focussed on the unbelievingly exotic sensations emanating from my mouth. I
thought the fun I'd had with Jason was tremendous, but this left it way
behind, it was as if Ravi and I were one person sharing the same body!

I carried on for as long as I could, but not surprisingly, I felt that I
was getting dangerously close to cumming. From the back of my mind I
decided that it was way too soon for that, and with a strength of will I
didn't know I had, let Ravi go.

His eyes were glazed and his breathing quick and shallow as he hugged me
tightly. "That was out of this world," he stumbled out. "Bloody amazing!"

I grinned happily at him and stroked his hair. "Does that mean you liked
it!" I laughed.

"Just a bit," he sniggered. "You nearly made me shoot!" Then, after a pause
added, "Can I do it to you now?"

"Yeah, but I got a better idea. Let's do it to each other at the same
time."

Hurriedly we re-arrange ourselves so we were laying head-to-toe, faces at
crotch level.  Hungrily I took Ravi back in my mouth, eager to resume from
where I'd left off.

Ravi, no doubt emboldened by the experience, had no hesitation in taking me
in, anxious to get going as soon as possible.

He was like a kid with a new toy, his lips and tongue working flat out,
trying just as I had to make me as much a part of him as possible.

The question as to whether you could cum just by sucking someone was
academic now. What did interest me was what it would taste like, and
whether it would make me throw up or not.  It wouldn't be long before I
found out. Ravi was thrusting his cock as far in my mouth as he could,
groaning deeply with obvious pleasure and well on the way to an orgasm.

I felt him cumming a split second before he shot his load down my throat,
my tongue feeling the pulses of sperm race down his prick. Sympathetically,
I ejaculated my boiling juices into his mouth, desperately and powerfully.

Coughing, spluttering and giggling insanely, we somehow managed to face
each other, crimson faced and eyes watering.

"That was gross!" he smirked, licking his lips. "Good though!"

"Did you really like it?" I asked, embracing him and entwining our legs.

"Yeah. When you did it to me, it felt sort of odd at first, but after a
bit, it was amazing. Do you like it?"

"Yes," I replied. "I think it's ace. Doesn't taste all that bad either."

We lay in a comfortable silence for ages, taking simple pleasure in each
other, stroking and petting tenderly. Leaning over, I licked and kissed his
little nipples, getting a suppressed giggle from him.

"More!" he demanded. "I like that, it tickles."

More than happy to oblige, I played around some more, noticing with mild
astonishment that they actually got hard and stuck out a bit. Down below,
our dicks stiffened up again, much to our delight.

Before long, Ravi was thrashing about the bed as if he were having a fit,
his hands on the back of my head, not allowing me to stop even if I wanted
to. I was please, not to say amazed, at the effect I was having on him. He
was also making a lot of noise, which convinced me I aught to stop before
my parents heard it.

"Wow!" he whispered. "You wouldn't believe what that felt
like. Unbelievable."

I grinned back at him. "I could tell. You were making enough noise! I think
we'd better stop for a bit though, my parents will be going to bed soon."

Reluctantly I climbed out of his bed and padded across to the
other. Sliding between the cold sheets, I shivered as I made myself
comfortable. We looked at each other, grinning conspiratorially across the
room.

"Wait 'till they've gone to bed," I whispered.

In reply, Ravi nodded happily and said, "What's the most times you've cum
in a day?"

I had to think about this for a minute before I told him that it was
probably four, or maybe five. "You?"

"Same I think. But I gotta be careful though. If my parents knew I was
still doing it, they'd kill me!" he giggled.

I'd never thought about this. If I thought my parents knew about my
wanking, I'd die of embarrassment. So far though, I'd had no hint that they
had any idea, not even on holiday with Jason.

"What do you mean 'still'?" I asked. "Did they find out?"

"Yeah, sort of. After I had that wet dream, I jerked off every night and
didn't even think about the stains I was leaving on the bed sheets until my
dad told me."

"Christ! What did he say?"

"Can't remember exactly. I was too embarrassed to listen to him properly,
but he sort of believed me when I said that I didn't know where the mess
came from except that sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night
feeling wet. I think he assumed I was having wet dreams every night, and
all I got was a talk about 'keeping myself pure' and stuff like that. He's
a bit religious is dad."

"Didn't stop you though, did it!" I giggled.

"Only for a few days," Ravi laughed. "Then I learned to use a rag or paper
tissue."

We talked of odds and ends for a while until a knock at the door
interrupted us. My mother came in to wish us goodnight and reminded us
again not to talk all night. We gave them half an hour to make sure they'd
gone to bed before I whispered to Ravi, "Wanna come over here?"

There was no hesitation. Within seconds he was alongside me, one arm under
my neck and the other on my waist. I turned the bedside light off and
cuddled up close to him. I could feel our cocks erecting between us, the
eroticness sending a warm glow through me. Rubbing my hand up and down his
back, I felt every wonderful vertebra under my fingers.

"No tits!" Ravi giggled, remembering.

"OK," I whispered. "Can I do this instead?" And I kissed him lightly on the
lips. What possessed me to do that, I'll never know - it hadn't even
crossed my mind. Ravi's body tensed and he pushed me away. Blushing
brightly, I backed off and stammered out an apology.

" 'Sall right," Ravi said quietly. "I wasn't expecting it, that's all. I've
never been kissed by a boy before."

"OK. Forget it. What do you wanna do?"

Ravi brightened up and slid his hand onto my dick, fondling it
delicately. Taking hold of his, I stroked it, mentally measuring it again.

"I like this," Ravi sighed. "Just holding them and being close together."

He was right of course. This was the best party of it, being able to hold
somebody close and feel their warmth; caressing and fondling easily and
pleasantly.

I don't know how long we lay there, simply enjoying each other, but it
must've been ages, our hands exploring each other constantly, but always
returning to the hard muscles between our legs.

"Would you really do it with Martyn?" Ravi asked lazily as he stroked my
dick.

"Yeah, I think so," I answered. "At least I'd like to try anyway."

"Me too!" Ravi sniggered. "Wonder if he would?"

"Dunno. How could we find out?"

"No idea, but let's think about it." Ravi said as he lay on top of me, our
cocks side by side.

Putting my hands on his butt, I gently thrust up into him, feeling our
dicks rub against each other magically. All attempts at conversation now
stopped as we let ourselves sink in the intoxicating bliss.

"Gonna cum," I whispered urgently some time later.

Ravi speeded up his thrustings and started to moan quietly. When I spurted,
my whole body convulsed violently and I pulled Ravi down as hard as I
could, my spunk shooting out achingly hard between us.

Ravi stopped and stretched out on top of me, his forehead against mine.

"You cum as well?" I gasped out.

He shook his head. "Nearly," he grinned.

He rolled off me onto his back and began to jerk himself off. Finding some
energy from somewhere, I batted his hand away and took him in my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned as he fell back.

He was right, he was very ready to shoot. As I cradled his balls in my
hand, I wrapped my lips round his dick and sucked hard. I've no idea how
much spunk he fired out, all I know is that it hit the back of my throat
hard and filled my mouth. Reflexively, I swallowed as much as I could.

"Bastard!" I smiled as I wiped the dribbles off my lips. "You almost choked
me!"

Ravi grinned broadly and embraced me. "That was brilliant!" he
whispered. Then he kissed me on the lips!

"Better get to bed," he whispered. "Don't wanna be found here in the
morning!"

He slipped out of bed and turned to face me for a second or two, his
beautifully naked body standing in front of me. Leaning down, he gave me
another quick kiss and ran across the room.

Once he was settled in his own pit, I whispered a 'goodnight' to him and
turned over.

"Goodnight," he answered. "Sweet dreams!" and then added, "Don't forget
Martyn!"

I was so knackered that I don't remember dreaming of Martyn, Ravi or
anything else for that matter. The thing I do know is that I woke up with a
major boner and images of Martyn and Ravi at the front of my mind.

We didn't mention Martyn at all that day; in fact, following our usual
pattern we didn't talk about sex at all. Most of the day was spent
wandering around town and having a game of soccer in the park with a few
lads that we knew from school. The evening we spent watching TV with my mum
and dad, having agreed during the day that it would probably be a good idea
not to go to bed until my parents did. At least it might stop them getting
any funny ideas about what we were getting up to if we went before them.

Didn't spoil our fun though. After we'd showered (separately!) We sat in
front of my computer in our pyjamas and played a few games half
seriously. Neither of us, however, could keep our eyes away from the wide
opening of our pyjama trousers. There was something hugely erotic about
Ravi's splendid olive dick visible in the semi-darkness of his groin,
knowing I'd touched it, wanked it and even has it in my mouth added an
extra dimension to my thoughts.

Ravi, of course, was perfectly aware of what I was doing, and the effect it
was having on me.  His eyes were drawn like a magnet to my own groin and
the erection hidden by my trousers.  At least it was hidden until he moved
the material just enough to get a better view. Thankfully we were sat with
our backs to the door, just in case we had any unexpected visitors!

The parental visit did come after a while, as we expected. But just as soon
as it was over, we climbed into his bed thankfully. It wasn't until we
hugged each other that we realised in our haste that we were still wearing
pyjamas. Giggling like kids, we shrugged them off and dropped them on the
floor before starting again.

"That's better!" Rav grinned as he took my boner in his hand and held it
gently. "I could get used to this!"

Stroking his soft hair, I smiled into his eyes, losing myself in the deep
black pools.

"You can if you want," he whispered, returning my gaze.

I kissed him on his gorgeous lips, mouth closed, quickly and lightly. Then
again. And again.  Each time more firmly and more passionately. Still with
closed lips though. When I stopped, I brushed the hair out of his eyes and
embraced him hard. For those few moments we were as one being, united and
loving. If I hadn't stopped kissing him, I'm sure that there would have
been some sort of accident within a few minutes!

"I hate you," I giggled as I stroked his stiffie.

"Why what have I done?" he said.

"Because you always make me feel so fuckin' randy!"

"Bollocks!" he laughed. "I'm the one that gets a hard-on every time I see
you!"

Something passed between us then that I'll neve forget as long as I live.

"Honestly?" I said seriously.

He nodded. "Really."

"Wow!" was all I could manage as I absorbed this mind-blowing news. This
was something more than friendship he was sharing, not as much as love
perhaps, but certainly not far from it.

"Why?" I asked dumbly.

"I dunno. Something to do with hormones and sex I think," he giggled.

"Not that, stupid" I laughed nervously. "I mean why me, err, us, err ..."

Ravi became serious now and looking me in the eye, whispered, "Because
you're the only person I've ever been able to talk to properly, you don't
take the piss or anything, and you're good fun."

"So are you," I replied, not having a clue what to say next, making do with
a hug instead.

Still reeling under the shock, I kissed him on the lips. This time he
kissed back, hard. So hard I could feel his teeth against mine.

"That's what did it," he mumbled. "When you kissed me last night, it scared
me at first, not because I didn't like it, but because I didn't know
why. I've been thinking about it all day."

"Sorry!" I stammered out. "I shan't do it again."

"Yes, you will," he stated matter-of-factly. "That kiss was because we are
friends. It wasn't sexy. Well, it was sort of, but it was more because we
are good friends. The sex stuff we do is a sort of extra. A good extra
though!" He added, giggling.

Rav had thought about our relationship a lot more than I had, to my
shame. And he was right.  Most of the time we were together we never
thought about sex unless we were having a bit of fun. Usually we were happy
just being together. Like now - sort of.

"You're right I guess. You're a good mate and I like you a lot," I said
conscious how lame that sounded. "More than a lot, I think." I added,
staring at him.

This time he didn't answer. Instead he raised his head slightly and
waited. Hungrily, I kissed him, my hand on his head, pulling him to me. Our
lips parted and our tongues met,. Dancing round each other frantically,
oblivious to everything except our entwined bodies.

"Wow!" he said after we eventually broke apart. "That wasn't just a
friendly kiss, that was sex on wheels! You can do that anytime you like!
Except in the street and in front of my parents!"

The moment had passed. I don't think either of us would have cared to put
our feelings into words, even if we could. All we knew was that some sort
of bridge had been crossed and we were now a great deal more than just good
friends.

"What do you wanna do?" I asked, risking playing with one of his nipples.

"Lay here and talk," he giggled. "No sex. No touching. Just talk."

"OK," I agreed and moved away from him as far as the single bed would
allow. "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Martyn," he said after a while.

"That's sex!" I laughed.

"No it isn't. At least not yet."

Silence.

"Where's your hand?" he asked.

"On my dick."

"We said no touching and no sex," Rav giggled. "That's both! Hands on top
of the sheet!"

We lay our arms on top of the cover, in plain sight. More silence.

It became painful.

"Oh, fuck it!" Rav laughed and dived under the covers, sinking my still
solid cock into his mouth.

We squirmed round and before long we were engaged in a frantic, exciting
69, the enforced minutes of celibacy adding extra satisfaction.

We both came together, causing us to choke not only on the sweet cum, but
the ensuing giggles as we struggled to swallow it all.

Bringing Rav up to me, I kissed him, mouth open and tongues together. We
hugged and kissed for a good few minutes before Rav said, "Disgusting!
We've just kissed and the last thing I had in my mouth was your dick and
your cum!"

"So? You're lucky. I had yours!" was all I could manage to say.

We nestled together, arms wrapped round each other, my head on his chest.

"So lover, what about Martyn?" Rav whispered. "You think it's a goer or
not?"

Part Three .................

Despite giving Martyn a lot of thought over the next few weeks, neither of
us had come up with any workable ideas. Part of the problem was that
whenever we talked about him, it ended up with Rav and I getting so horny
that we quickly forgot about him and ended up messing about with each
other, which although much more fun didn't get us any further with the
seduction of Martyn.

The only thing we did do was to make sure we were around him as much as we
could be without making it obvious, and learn what sort of things he liked
doing and stuff like that.  The only thing that we seemed to share was an
interest in computer games, which was a start I guess as we'd exchanged
Email addresses so we could swap stuff.

Rav and I had sleep-overs quite often, but during school time we'd been cut
down to Friday nights only - which was a good thing perhaps as otherwise we
would have been sure to have been caught, given the amount of noise we made
sometimes and how tired we were in the morning. During the Easter holidays
though, things were a bit more relaxed and the parents didn't mind so much.

It was during these holidays that Rav and I discovered a fantastic swimming
place.

About five miles from where we lived, the river broadened out on a bend,
and in the middle of it was a small island. Between the island and the
river bank was a perfect swimming hole - the water wasn't too deep and not
very fast. For the first couple of times we went we changed into our
swimming things behind a bush, but after that we didn't bother, after all
we'd never seen anyone around so far and in any case it was more fun
swimming naked!

Needless to say, once we'd had enough of the water, the bushes also gave us
enough cover to have some more fun. There is something very different and
special about having sex in the open air we found, and giving each other
BJ's was really spectacular!

In the middle of the holidays, Rav and I had been to the cinema one evening
and as we were late getting back had decided to stay at Rav's place. As
usual, his dad was away, and his mother had gone to bed early to get an
early start the following day.

To begin with Rav and I played Indy 500 on his pc but before long we were
both hungry and Rav, clad in only his pants dashed off to get us some
snacks. I watched as he spread out the Cokes and chips on the desk top,
unable as usual to keep my eyes off him. Seeing me adjust my rising cock,
he grinned at me and stuffed a chip in my mouth.

We were playing the game half-heartedly, both of us more interested in each
other than the game when a 'You've Got Mail' flag popped up. Looking at
each other curiously Rav brought it up. To our amazement, it was from
Martyn, asking if Rav was around.

"Yeah!" Rav replied. "What u doin'?"

"Bored!" he replied. "No one around tonight so I thought I'd try you."

Ignoring the unintended slight, Rav simply said that he was pleased he
had. They chatted together for a bit, then Rav told Martyn that I was there
as well, having a sleep-over. I joined in the chat then, Martyn seemingly
pleased that I was there.

"Got a webcam?" I asked . "It's more fun when we can see each other."

"Yeah. Sort of. 'Rents say I shouldn't use it though. Reckon it's too
dangerous."

"They around?" Rav asked.

"Yeah. Don't go to bed until round 11."

By now Rav and I were holding each other's stiff cocks under the desk, our
minds thinking along the same lines.

"Wanna get back later?" I typed. "Be great to talk."

"OK," Martyn said. "Bout 12?"

"Brill. Get cam set up." Rav said, giving my balls a tug.

"OK!" came back the reply. "CYA"

Once the connection had been broken, Rav and I hugged each other gleefully,
grinning like Cheshire cats.

"How we gonna play this?" I asked Rav.

"Haven't a clue. You any ideas?"

Needless to say, I hadn't. All my plans involving Martyn had assumed us to
be in the same room at least! Seduction over the net was not an idea I'd
thought of.

It was a quarter past midnight when we finally managed to establish
contact. By coincidence both systems had been set up to show just head and
shoulder pictures much to my disappointment.

"What you been doing today?" Martyn asked.

"Swimming mostly, in the river," Rav replied.

The conversation went on in this sort of way for ages, nothing of any real
interest to anybody on the whole. Rav too was getting bored, even his dick
had gone limp.

"Do you have sleep-overs very often?" Martyn asked me.

"Yeah Once or twice a week," I lied.

"Wow! What do yo do?"

I hoped the colour definition wasn't good enough to pick up the fact that
both Rav and I were blushing furiously.

Rav suddenly grabbed the keyboard from me and typed, "Play strip poker."

We could see Martyn's face change as he read this. Oddly enough, it wasn't
so much shock it showed as amusement. Grinning at us, he entered: "Who won
tonight?"

"Draw!" Rav answered.

"Show me!" Martyn typed rapidly.

"Bollocks! We ain't got much on!" I typed, hoping he'd take the bait.

"Don't believe you, Martyn answered. "Bet you're in yr pyjama trousers."

Rav opened up the camera to show us, naked - at least as far as Martyn
could tell, the desk covering us from the waist down.

"Your turn," Rav sent.

The picture widened to show Martyn, also apparently nude.

"What you wearing?" I asked.

"Pants. You?"

"Same."

"Prove it. I dare you!" Martyn sent.

Looking at each other and grinning madly, Rav and I stood back to let him
see.

"Hope he didn't see our boners," I whispered to Rav as we sat down.

"Your turn," I typed.

Still grinning, Martyn showed us a full length picture, his prick clearly
visible in his small red briefs.

"Nice pants!" Rav said.

Martyn glance down suddenly remembering how small his briefs were and how
little they hid.

"Wanna play a game?" I asked.

"What?"

I was winging this, praying that it would work.

"Strip Poker. All three of us."

"But we're only wearing pants," Martyn said.

"So? It'll be a quick game then, won't it!"

There was only the slightest pause before he agreed and asked how we played
it. I told him to get the Queen and King from a pack of cards. Rav did the
same for us, giving us two cards each.

"Right. Choose one card each. Odd one out loses."

First to loose was Rav. "Give him a good show," I whispered.

Rav stood up and in full view of the camera, did a twirl and dropped his
pants to give Martyn a close up of his beautifully erect brown cock.

Next to loose was myself. I shrugged off my undies and did the same as Rav,
except that I also stroked it a couple of times for Martyn's benefit.

"Your turn," I typed.

Martyn hesitated, unsure what to do.

"Come on," I sent, "Show us!"

Shrugging his shoulders, he grinned and took 'em off.

His dick, I knew, was shorter and fatter that Rav's or mine, as well as
being cut. But it was still very nice though, and we both stared at it
hungrily.

All too soon, Martyn sat down and looked into the camera.

"Thanks!" Rav said. "Very nice. Wish we were there with you."

Martyn looked uncomfortable for a few seconds, but it was plain to see
where his left hand was and what it was doing. He'd either forgotten that
we could see him, or didn't realise what he was doing. Or perhaps he did.

"Me too," he typed with one hand.

Giving Rav a nudge, we stood up and grabbed each other's dicks, making sure
we were in camera. We stroked each other slowly, watching Martyn as he
stared back, entranced. His left hand suddenly went faster and faster until
with a shudder, he obviously shot his load under the table.

The last thing we saw was a mouthed 'Fuck it!" from Martyn as he switched
off the pc.

"Don't believe that!" Rav gasped as he stared at me open-mouthed.

I shook my head, the after image of Martyn burned in my brain

"Don't suppose you recorded it did you?" I asked.

Rav shook his head. "Didn't think." he muttered.

"What do we do now?" Rav asked as we climbed into bed.

"Don't know," I mused "I didn't expect that. Sort of took me by surprise."

"Not as much of a surprise as Martyn got!" Rav sniggered. "Nice dick
though."

We discussed various ways we could persuade Martyn to join us in our fun,
most of which were highly erotic and impractical to say the least! The only
really workable idea we had was to try and get Martyn to join us again the
following night on the net, but as I would be at home, it would have to be
a three-way hook-up which we'd never done before.

Putting all our thoughts of Martyn to the back of our minds, we
concentrated on ourselves for a while, embracing and kissing each other
tenderly. Slowly we jerked each other off, focussing on giving each other
as much pleasure as we could. I think we both enjoyed the easygoing
relationship we now had - the mutual wanking no longer the urgent and
somewhat desperate deed it used to be, but a demonstration of our sort of
affection for each other.

We did it again the following morning, neither of us being able to resist
the naked body pressed up against each other as we awoke.

Eventually struggling out of bed and showering, we ate a lazy breakfast
before deciding to send a message to Martyn telling him about our idea, and
that if it were possible, to get himself on line at about seven so we could
give it a trial run.

Time passed slowly that day. Rav and I spent the morning cleaning our bikes
and generally keeping busy and out of the way. The afternoon I had to spend
at home, doing the odd jobs that had built up for me: putting the rubbish
out, tidying my room, all that sort of stuff. Seven o'clock came and I
anxiously fired up the pc. It took an absolute age to get things working,
but after an hour we got things lined up and logged off, agreeing to talk
again at midnight.

To be honest, I was surprised that Martyn had agreed so quickly and easily
to our plan. No mention was made of the previous night, not even obliquely,
but it was patently obvious that he was willing to play along with us. How
far remains to be seen.

Midnight came and Rav I and I hooked up OK but there was no sign of
Martyn. We gossiped for ages about odds and ends, even about school! But
there was no sign of Martyn at all. We were both disappointed that he'd
probably decided not to take part in our fun and games and had almost
written him off when suddenly he logged on.

"Sorry!" he flashed, "Parents only just gone to bed."

We chatted away for a few minutes about inconsequentials, none of us
wanting to be the first to bring up what was uppermost in our
minds. Eventually the conversation died and we sat looking at each other
for a few minutes before Ravi broke the impasse.

"Thanks for last night. It was brill!"

This woke Martyn up and he grinned broadly at us.

"Took me ages to clear the mess up," he replied. Then he added, "What did
you two do, as if I didn't know."

"Went to bed and tried to sleep," I typed. "But I was assaulted by Rav!"

"Bollocks!" Ravi interjected. "You started it!"

The conversation improved then and we joked around for a bit until Martyn
asked if we were both hard now. Once it'd been confirmed that we were, it
naturally followed that we had to show them to each other. This time we had
a really good look at one another - my concentrating on Martyn as you'd
expect. It wasn't as nice looking as Rav's I thought once again, but it was
still very OK.

"Wish I could touch it," I sent to Martyn.

"Same here," he answered. "You both look OK."

"Wanna meet up sometime?" Rav asked.

"When and where?"

Rav explained where the swimming hole was, and invited Martyn to join us
the following day. We were all happy about this and my cock gave a twitch
in my hand as it agreed. All the hours I'd spent trying to work out how to
get inside Martyn's trousers had been a waste of time! To all intents and
purposes he was now offering it to us on a plate - all we had to do was
ask! I almost came at the thought.

"You done IT with anyone else?" I asked.

Martyn thought for a moment before replying, "Yeah. But if I tell you, it's
gotta be a secret, OK?"

We agreed of course, and waited for Martyn to start.

"It was last year when I was staying at my cousin's house. She's called
Alice, and is the same age as me. We were in her bedroom and got talking
about sex and stuff. I got a real boner on and she must've noticed it
because she asked if she could see it! I didn't want to at first, but then
she said she would show me hers if I did. We both took our things off and
she felt all round my 'nads and had a real good look. Then she let me see
her, and showed me how to put a finger inside her. Girls have got a little
nobbly thing inside them - a bit like a tiny prick sort of. If you rub
this, its just like when you jerk yourself off. Anyway we sort of played
with each other and she made me cum, and I made her cum as well. It was
bloody fantastic!"

Rav and I were gobsmacked. Doing anything with a girl was way beyond our
wildest dreams, not that either of us knew any girls anywhere near well
enough to even mention the word sex to them anyway.

"I gotta cum," Rav sent.

"Me too," both me and Martyn replied at the same time.

The monitors were soon filled with images of three boys jerking themselves
off hurriedly and excitedly, eyes flicking from one erotic picture to
another, hands frantically pounding three hugely erect dicks. I watched as
Martyn shot his load in front of me, for the second time in 24 hours.

It wasn't long of course before all three of us were in our own beds, minds
full not only of what we'd seen, but of what tomorrow would bring. I even
managed to make myself cum again, pictures of Rav and Martyn bringing me to
a wonderful and exhausting climax for the second time in half an hour!

Rav and I were the first to get to the swimming hole and took the chance to
have a quick kiss and hug in the bushes before Martyn arrived. Deciding not
to get changed until all three of us were together, Rav and I sat on the
grass watching the path which Martyn would come down.

"We'd better take it easy with Martyn," Ravi said. "You know, not jumping
his bones as soon as he turns up - if he turns up!"

"I agree," I answered. "At least let's give him five minutes anyway!"

We didn't have to wait long before we saw a bike come racing over the hill
down towards us and skid to a stop. At first we were a little awkward
together, after all the last time we'd seen each other we were naked and
jerking off, but once Martyn had asked where we got changed, the atmosphere
got lighter. Retreating behind the bushes we all undressed, watching each
other out of the corner of our eyes. Rav and I giggled as we caught sight
of each other perving on Martyn.

"So?" said Martyn, "You seen it all before."

He didn't rush to put his swimmers on though and seemed to actually enjoy
being the centre of attention: it was only when he started to get hard that
he pulled his trunks up and headed towards the water.

The river seemed colder than usual for some reason and after an hour we'd
all had enough.  Scrambling up the bank we sat on the grass letting the sun
dry us.

"What's it like doing it with a girl?" I asked.

"Dunno," said Martyn. "I've never done it."

"You know what I mean," I laughed. "You know, putting your fingers inside
her."

"It was a bit odd. Nice, though. Especially when I found her clit and made
her cum. But it was better when she made me cum," he laughed.

"You done it since?" Ravi asked.

"Naah. We did it the once and she hasn't been interested since. I think she
just wanted to know what it was like I guess."

As we chatted on, we somehow found ourselves stretched out on the grass in
a triangle sort of shape, heads resting on our crooked arms. We were also
taking semi-secret looks at each of our groins, watching the erections
grow.

"You two done it much?" Martyn asked. "I was a bit surprised when I saw you
together the other night. I didn't think you knew each other that well."

"We've known each other for ages," Ravi said quickly. "We have sleep-overs
at each other's house sometimes, and, well, you know, things sometimes
happen!"

"Not every time though," I added hastily. "Only when we feel like
it. Usually we just talk all night!"

"Feel like it now?" Martyn asked, grinning. "I've seen you both on camera
and now I want to have a proper look!"

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised at Martyn's bluntness, that was
just like him. He had a reputation at school of always speaking his mind -
not rudely, he just didn't always think before he spoke.

Rav and I smiled at each other, signalling that we were about to achieve
the goal we'd set ourselves. Pushing our swimmers down just enough to
reveal our woodies, we stared at each other.

"Wanna go in the bushes? No one can see us there," Rav whispered.

There wasn't a great deal of room in our den for the three of us, but we
managed to squeeze together somehow, our now naked bodies entwined.

"This's good," Martyn giggled as he took hold of our cocks, one in each
hand.

Being in a three-some wasn't quite what I expected it to be. Rav and I of
course wanted to mess about with Martyn as much as we could, and Martyn
wanted to feel us up. There were hands all over the place, Rav and I trying
to share Martyn between us and Martyn trying to keep us both satisfied. It
was OK I guess, but it would have been much better if there was just two of
us. In the end I gave up and concentrated on Rav, leaving him to mess with
Martyn.  Then we changed round a bit. It was good feeling Martyn's hand
around my cock and balls, he had a different sort of touch to Rav, his
fingers dancing around, making me squirm with delight. Once in a while I
would glance up at him and see his eyes sparkle like a ten year old with a
new toy.

"I'm gonna cum," Rav moaned as I played with his dickhead in the way I knew
drove him wild.

"Me too!" Martyn echoed.

I watched as they shot their respective loads, Martyn shooting his out in
what seemed to be one long string. He hardly paused in jerking me to orgasm
and just seconds later my own contribution pooled with theirs on the ground
between us. It was good, and very satisfying, but somehow it wasn't the
same as usual and I felt a bit let down for some reason.

We were OK on the ride home though: I cheered up and enjoyed the
banter. Martyn was still high and showed it in his non-stop chatter,
talking about a million things, hardly noticing if we were listening or
not.

We parted company at the cross-roads, Martyn turning off to make his way
home. Rav and I headed towards his house, knowing it would be empty at this
time of day.

Once we were in his room, I sat on the bed, looking at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You don't seem too happy."

"Dunno. Bit pissed off for some reason."

Rav came and sat beside me, putting an arm over my shoulder and giving me a
hug. I turned round and took him in my arms and kissed him hard. Suddenly I
felt a lot better, as if a great weight had been lifted from my
shoulders. Easing him back on the bed, I slipped my hands under his T-shirt
and kissed him again, passionately and lovingly. Like a bolt from the blue,
it hit me why I was pissed off. I was jealous - worried that Martyn might
somehow take Rav from me, or Rav prefer Martyn to me.

"How long we got?" I whispered as I pulled his shirt off.

Rav glanced at the clock and told me, "About two hours."

Frantically, I finished undressing Rav and then stripped off myself. Still
in something of a panic, I lay on top of him and pressed our lips together.

"That's nice!" I sighed, now feeling a million times better. "I've missed
you!"

Stupidly, I even felt a tear or two leak from my eyes as I stroked Rav's
chest.

"I don't wanna go with Martyn again," I murmured. I wanted to say more, a
lot more, but I was afraid of breaking down completely if I did.

Rav, thank goodness, seemed to understand what I was saying and hugged me
tightly, stroking my back. Not for the first time I wished I could somehow
become part of him, to become one body, to unite as one person.

Looking deep into Rav's eyes, I whispered, "Got any Vaseline?"

He looked shocked for a second as he took in what I'd said, and what I
wanted.

Wordlessly, he nodded. I bit my lower lip as I thought about what I - no,
we - were about to do. I'd thought about it a few times, but had always
pushed it to the back of my mind as being a step too far, but now it was
the only thing I wanted to do, and it felt right.

Ravi came back with the jar in his hand, offering it to me silently.

He didn't argue, didn't question, didn't even ask if I was sure. I covered
his dick with the grey jelly and gave him the jar back. Turning onto my
front, I waited for him to do the necessary.

I knew it would hurt, I knew it wouldn't be easy for either of us, but it
was what we wanted.

His cock pressed against my hole, gently at first, but with a slowly
increasing pressure. He gripped my hips firmly and pushed a bit harder. I
was desperate, my whole body aching for him to take me, to feel him inside
me. I was in pain, not from Rav, but the yearning for him, for us to make
love properly.

Suddenly, I found myself relaxed and my muscle opened to let him in. There
was only an instant's pain at the unfamiliar sensation, but nothing like
I'd feared, and then it felt truly wonderful.

As he eased himself further in, waves of ecstasy coursed through me, every
fibre of my being responding to his presence. This time, I let the tears
flow silently and freely, aware that at last we were united in the best way
possible.

Thee feelings got even more intense as he thrust in and out, each stroke
fixing itself in my brain for ever. Somewhere in the far distance I heard
myself moaning and groaning, urging him on, not giving a damn how much
noise I made or who heard me. I wanted it to go on for ever, but it
couldn't of course. With a three or four hard thrusts, Ravi orgasmed deep
inside me, filling me not only with his seed, but also his love.

"You OK?" he whispered a few minutes later. "I thought I'd lost you for a
minute there."

I nodded, smiling as much as I could. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I
needed you do to that for me."

"I know," he said quietly. "I'm glad. I wanted it as well."

We kissed lightly at first, then with increasing passion, Rav's eyes just
as moist as mine.

"Wanna sleep over?" he asked, grinning.

It was his turn in the early hours of the following morning, and he gave
himself to me just as willingly as I had to him. There was no feeling of 'I
did it to you so you can do it to me' sort of thing: it was simply what we
wanted and needed to do for each other.

And that is just about it I guess. We had a few more sessions with Martyn,
usually at his suggestion, but on the whole Rav and I kept ourselves to
ourselves. We still boy-watch at school, but now it is more in fun than
anything else and not taken too seriously. We have each other, and that is
more than enough.

The End