Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2004 14:00:24 EDT
From: Brit18uk@aol.com
Subject: That Fateful Day ... Chapter 3

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That Fateful Day

 By Rick Grahame

Chapter 3

We set off along Southwold beach crunching our way along the tidal waves
of smooth round stone and shale. I began to ponder why it was that I had
never really had any close friends all my life so far. I knew other kids
of course, but I'd never been close to another and had never even felt
the inclination to be either. The realisation that Carl had been
virtually the sole person I had thought about for the past six days
really made me sit up and take notice of my life so far. Before my
brother James had gone to Uni we had been very close and done loads of
stuff together. In fact, it was James who had taught me how to fish, ride
my bike, play cricket, and indeed to wank.

      I remember that afternoon all to well. I had gone barging into his
room when I was about twelve. Both our parents were out, dad at work, and
mum out shopping. I was going to ask him if he fancied coming fishing but
as I walked into his room the thing I saw was James laid out on his bed
naked. He was just on the "gravy stroke" and was arching his back,
moaning softly and squirting this white stuff from his enormous (to my
twelve yr old eyes) dick. I simply stood with my jaw on my knees, rooted
to the spot, and wide eyed. I simply didn't have a clue what he was
doing. As he came down from his sexual high he noticed me stood in his
doorway. As you can imagine he was furious and began to scream
obscenities at me all the while trying to cover his fifteen yr old boner
with his hands. I know I nearly crapped myself in fright as he had hardly
ever raised his voice at me in my entire life. I ran from his room into
mine slamming my door, and landing on my bed totally devastated, and in
hysterical tears.

       I had been there for around 10 minutes I suppose, still crying,
when I heard a gentle tapping on my door. I heard the door open and the
sound of James padding accross my floor. He gently sat down on the edge
of my bed and leant over grabbing me into a hug. He lifted my chin and
looked down at me with the most tender of smiles on his face. Very
quietly he began to say, "how many times must I ask you to knock on  my
door before you barge in"? I tearfully replied, "loads, I'm sorry James
but what were you doing with your private, and what was all that funny
looking white stuff"? He replied, "it's what all boys do Rick, you will
too soon. It's very pleasurable and I bet that by the time you reach 13
you will be making the "funny white stuff" too". It's called cumming and
the stuff is sperm and what babies are made with".

      For another hour or so he explained tons of previously really
puzzling stuff to me, and in truth by the end of it I had a raging three
and a half inch boner. He had explained all about rolling my foreskin
back and forwards to get the thrill as he called it, and within five
minutes of him leaving my room I had shut myself in my bathroom and was
bang at it for my very first time. I've been totally hooked since,
gradually creeping up to being at least a three times a day man.

      My mind was brought back to reallity by Carl thumping my arm and
asking me which cloud I was on. I gave him a definite leary but puzzled
look. He grinned at me and said, "I'll ask you again. "How many times a
day do you pull your pud? I do it at least three times and James here
says he is the same". I was amazed that the topic was so close to my
daydreams of a few minutes ago and answered,"well I do it at least three
times a day too, sometimes four or five depending on what I look at on
the web". We all three broke out simultaniously and could'nt understand a
word. We all slowly began to quiet down, and I then heard the last thing
James said before he shut up and it came out as www.jackinworld.com. I
grinned at Carl  and gave him a high five shouting "YEEEEEESSSSSSSS"!
James gave us both a confused look so I began to explain that Carl had
only told me at the beginning of this week about the site and that I'd
been on it every night since. We all giggled with him, then asking,"what
other sites I looked at and if I had ever been on Nifty.org? I shook my
head and asked what it was. He said he wouldn't say and that if I wanted
to know I would have to go and see for myself. Carl meanwhile was finding
it difficult to keep a straight face and I was sure he knew what it was
all about. I reminded myself to remind myself to ask him when we were
next on our own.

      Before we knew it, it was 10 o'clock so we began to make our way
back to the campsite. We had bought some pie and chips from the chippy
(English fast food outlet) and had scarfed the lot down as if we had
never eaten. Carl was rooting through his back pack when we got back into
the tent looking for a lighter he had brought. He wanted it to light the
gas lantern. James and I entered too, with him going first. It was pitch
black and he had stopped and turned side on. I walked into him, bumping
into him with my crotch right in his hand. I felt him give a quick grope
and squeeze and begin to giggle. He didn't let go until we were both
surprised by the spark and light from Carls lighter as he started to
light the lantern. James moved away with a mischevious smile on his
handsome face. I was left standing there with a very chubbed up dick and
a slight glow on my cheeks. I was freeballing and wearing my white nike
track bottoms so it stood out like a sore thumb. As Carl turned he looked
down at my chub, and quick as a flash said, "I can see you're definitely
pleased to see me", and giggled loudly. James began to speak at the same
time, and as Carl turned to look his way I saw my opportunity and leapt
onto Carl wrestling him to the ground. It resulted in a free for all with
James leaping on to me. Between them they got me rolled onto my back with
Carl sat on my chest and James astride my legs. I felt him tugging the
cord to my pants and then the tug of them being ripped down my legs. I
could feel the cool air round my nuts as he got them down and the next
thing was his hot breath then a hot mouth closing over my cock. All
resistance from me ceased, and I must have just laid there with a silly
grin on my face totally zoned out cos the next thing was Carls cock
prodding at my lips.

      It must have been around 2 o'clock before we finally got ourselves
into our sleeping bags. We all three managed to get into the two that
were zipped together with me in the middle, and the next thing I remember
was waking up to to James having hold of my piss hard, and the feeling of
my dick being enveloped into something tight and hot. I opened my eyes
and saw him bent forwards at the waist, on his side away from me with him
pushing his bum onto my cock. It felt incredible and I couldn't help
myself as I next grasped him by the hips and began to push into him. Oh
God!. The heat was incredible, plus he must have used something on
himself cos it was also incredibly slippery and moist. I began to thrust
into him enjoying the feeling of my balls slapping against him on each
inward thrust. He was moaning and grabbing my hand onto his wickedly fat
cock. He had about six and a half inches, uncut, but extremely thick with
the most wonderfully baggy set of balls. I grasped onto him and began to
roll the skin back and forth feeling it twitch with every roll back of
his foreskin. He whispered, "slow down, don't cum too quick, lets make it
last". I settled into a long slow rythm and we fucked for probably
fifteen to twenty minutes before I lost all control, speeded up on
James's cock too, and just went over the edge completely when his ring
began to contract on my cock as he came in great gushing spurts. I
could'nt believe he was only fourteen.

      As Carl slept on, oblivious to what James and I had just done we
crept out of the sleeping bag, grabbed our wash kit and made our way over
to the toilet and shower block. James went straight into a stall saying,
"won't be long, I'm just going to have your baby". I went to the urinals
and let fly with a long satisfying stream of pee. After our shower we
went back to the tent to find Carl just waking up, yawning and giving his
nuts a good scratch. We both leapt onto him getting a loud ouch! I dove
straight for his piss hard and sank onto it with my mouth whilst James
played with his nuts. We all ended up naked again, covered in each others
cum, and about 40 minutes later James and I had our second shower of the
day along with a grinning Carl. When we told him later what we had been
upto whilst he slept he just stood owl eyed and excited looking. We then
went into Southwold to find a much needed cafe and breakfast.

      After a whopping great English breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages,
beans, tomatoes, fried bread, toast, and about three mugs of tea we began
to feel human once more. My appetite never ceases to amaze me, but I
never seem to be able to fill myself. I often wonder if its the amount of
wanking I do, and wonder if its all the protein I need to keep making to
supply my daily cum needs. Prob is, I just don't seem able to leave
Junior alone. We all three left the cafe planning on making our way back
to the tent to grab our fishing tackle, and once more go fishing. We
still had the dabs in the chiller box which James said he would take back
to the campsite shop when he went for his tackle. He was going to ask his
mum if she would freeze them for us and we would take them home with us
on Sunday night. In fact when we told him we had stopped fishing early
yesterday because we had what we needed he said we would be able to
freeze any we had over and be able to give our own mums a surprise of
loads of fresh caught fish.

      About ten minutes later James returned with his own rod etc. and
off we went. He told us that his uncle was a lobster potter, and if we
wanted any to take home including crabs, he would be able to see him
later and ask for some. They would be ridiculously cheap compared to the
shop prices. I got my moblie phone out and gave mum a ring telling her
what James had just told me. After lots of fussing about were we ok, had
we had enough to eat and stuff, she told me to get what I could and she
would give me what I paid for them. Relaying this to James he asked for
my phone then phoned his uncle who he said would be out in his boat now.
He arranged for us to have his Sunday morning catch which would save him
loads of time, and miles in deliveries making his Sunday an easy one.

      We made it to the beach and set up our rod rests, clipped our lures
or hooks on, baited up the hooks and settled in for a few hours of
excellent fishing. within ten minutes Carls rod was beeping and he was
feeling something on his line. It was excellent, between us we must have
had thirty lbs of fish within five hours. There were about six really
good codling maybe eight nice plaice and two rather nice bass. I had
caught both bass, and had a really cool fight getting them in. Carl was
an ace using the landing net, and had no qualms whatever wading out to
waist height and scooping them out of the sea. It was a really warm day
so he soon dried off. He only had on his white tracky bottoms and a
t-shirt. It was really hot to see him cos he was freeballing too so his
cock and balls were just so totally visible throught the wet nylon of his
trackkies. He wasn't in the least bothered either. I know James chubbed
up every time he looked at him.

      When we packed up, having gutted all our fish, we made our way back
to the camp shop. James went in the back and came out with a roll of tin
foil so we wrapped each fish up. His mother who was really nice took them
from us and put them in the freezer. She then asked us if we'd all like
to come for tea later in the afternoon. James was nodding
enthusiastically so we readily and gratefully accepted. She told us all
not to rush off too quickly, and going into the back came back five
minutes later handing us all a couple of sandwiches each. They were
wonderful unsmoked Suffolk ham and tomato on lovely fresh crusty bread,
and insisting on paying for three Pepsi's, we soon made short work of
them. Suffolk btw, is one of the major producers of pork and chicken
throughout the whole of Great Britain. It's amazing how useful the crap
you learn in school is sometimes lol.

      We made our way back to the tent, going inside and making an effort
at tidying it up. It was an absolute tip. James had brought a soccer ball
so as soon as we finished we were out kicking it around. Within half an
hour our group had grown to six as a few of James's friends dropped by to
see where he had been. We ended up having a couple of really cool hours
of football, and as it was now time to go to James's for his mums tea we
bade our farewells and went to enjoy it. His dad was there when we
arrived and made us really welcome, remembering us from the the previous
morning when we arrived. The tea turned out to be more of a dinner
really, as she served us all with generous helpings of shepherds pie and
loads of fresh veggies. We finished off with a choice of sherry trifle or
apple pie and home made ice cream. All us boys chose the apple pie and I
have to say the ice cream was actually better than my mums, and she is
really proud of hers. I won't even mention it when I get home.

      It was now eight o'clock and dark.We had stayed and watched a bit
of telly. James's dad had refused to let him stay with us again saying he
had to be up early for church, and if he camped out he would no doubt be
late and miss it altogether. We made our farewells remembering to thank
Mrs Bloomfield for her delicious meal and also for keeping our fish
frozen. We arranged to meet James at eleven thirty the following morning.
We had already asked if it would be ok if he came Harleston to visit us
through the summer, and his mum and dad had been quite happy to aggree
that he could.

      We left leaving a sad james behind, and decided to take another
moonlit walk along the beach. It was cool watching the brightly lit and
huge car and passenger ferries en-route to Scandinavia. They came out of
Harwich in the county of Essex which was about forty or so miles south of
Southwold. The ships we could see were really plentiful and we supposed
that lots of them were also cargo vessels plying their way accross the
North Sea to the Port of London as well as the huge container port of
Felixstowe which was in this county of Suffolk, and not least those that
would be heading south for the English Channel, and on out into the
Atlantic Ocean and the world. We are an extreme sea-faring nation and I
am sure the excitement I felt seeing these enormous ships was all part of
my heritage as an Englishman and actually in  my genes. More school crap
btw. We had done it in geography, and the teacher had gone on to
demonstrate the many English names littered throughout the world, and
that our seafaring traits were a direct result of inhabiting an island. I
was amazed at the amount of place names in America that were named after
the towns and cities here in England that the early English settlers had
eventually wound up in. London, Boston, Washington, and York are but
four. I am sure that if the French had'nt interfered with our supply
ships as much as they did in the seventeen hundreds, we would be seeing
our "Good Queen Liz" as "Queen of America" too, not forgetting President
Blair, hehe, (joke).

      We slowly made our way back to camp and fumbled our way in whilst
waiting for the lantern to be lit. Once we had light I began to search
through my fishing tackle box for a jar of Vaseline I kept in there for
putting on my rod ferrules every time I use it in the sea. Carl giggled
when I threw it to him. We had chatted about it whilst on the beach and
had agreed to play it by ear, and if we felt we could "do it" then the
lube was to hand. It was about eleven o'clock so we quickly got ready for
bed. Like there was a lot of getting ready to do, all we had to do was
drop our trousers, take off our top and teashirt, shoes and socks and we
were ready. That is naked, yeaaaaaaaaaaaah!

      Within minutes we were in the sixty nine position with a good
mouthfull of each other. I have often read stories and stuff, where
calling someone a cocksucker is regarded as an insult. Well if peeps want
to insult me by calling me a cocksucker, then bring it on cos I think
it's just awesome and I love it. Carls cock meanwhile was throbbing in
my  mouth as I gently kneaded his ball bag, rolling his wonderfully large
testicles around. An idea occurred to me and quietly grabbing the
vaseline I got the lid off, dipping my finger in and getting a generous
glob of it. I slowly began to rub it around Carls pucker eventually
managing to slip a finger up him. Feeling around, I tried to find his
prostate. I had read about this on the web and understood it heightened
sexual feeling in the male if it was gently massaged. I found it I think
cos Carl suddenly began to squirm and moan. He was bucking quite wildly
too and within just a few seconds of finding his magic spot, I could feel
his dick swell in  my mouth, and sure enough he began to spurt his
boyjuice down my throat. When he had come down from his sexual high we
switched around and he began to lube me up and slowly insert his finger
into my pucker. It was the wierdest of feelings and I couldn't make my
mind up if it was pleasant or awful. As he finally found my magic button,
pleasant wasn't the right word, awesome was sooooooo much better. I just
knew I had to cum. It was an imperative, and just like Carl, I was
spraying his tonsils very quickly after he found it. It was an amazing
orgasm and the depth of it I am sure, I had never before expierienced. We
were both soon asleep, wrapped tightly in each others arms.

      Morning soon came around, and as I lay awake by my sleeping Carl I
began to analyse my orgasm of the previous night. I thought back to
fucking James and it seemed pretty obvious to me that a cock would surely
massage ones prostate if it was sliding up and down ones bum. I gently
felt accross to Carl seeking out his morning wood. Wrapping one hand
around it and my other around mine I guaged its thickness compared to
mine. Mine was considerably thicker and hadn't hurt James in the
slightest, so Carls would certainly not hurt if we were gentle with each
other. Letting go of both cocks I quietly got out of bed, slipped on some
clothes and made my way to the toilet block. I made a point of having a
really good dump, and going into the shower I made sure I was clean and
flushed out.

      Making my way back to the tent I gently eased my way back into bed.
I began to work vaseline up my bum and around it. I had just about
brought myself off when Carl awoke and turning to me with his angelic
smile asked what I was up to. I simply sat up, and smiling back at him,
sat astride his lap. Reaching back for his woody I pointed it at my
pucker and slowly sank onto it. It was really painful for the first few
seconds but by taking it in several very slow stages, I soon felt his
pubes as my ball sack came into contact with his bush, and expeirienced
this amazingly super full sensation. It was definitely not unpleasant. I
slowly began to lift up and down, fucking myself on Carls wonderful cock.
By shifting around a bit here and there I soon discovered that leaning
back on the down stroke I sure as hell got the thrill of his cock head
brushing against my prostate. Carl was soon in on the act and began to
hump quite violently. It was sort of hell yet heavenly. The full feeling
was sometimes just too much but the sensations of his cock head on my
magic spot were irresistable, and very quickly I was spraying cum all
over his chin, chest, and belly without even touching myself. The overall
sensations were unbeleivable and as I felt his cock swell and begin to
squirt I wanted to cum all over again. Grabbing hold of myself I went at
it like someone demented, and bouncing on Carls still hard cock I came
again within five minutes. I know I was howling and spraying Carl with
sweat and cum. Carl was once again going like a mad man and began to roll
his head from side to side moaning really loudly. I again felt his cock
swell and squirt my insides once more. As we came down from our high I
collapsed onto him panting and almost sobbing. He was whispering how much
he loved me and that he had never had feelings like this, ever.

      We probably laid there for a full hour just nuzzling each other and
kissing. I could still feel his soft cock up my bum and never wanted to
let it back out. I felt quite devastated as it eventually slipped out
with a soft plop sound. I then rolled off Carl and onto my back just
laying there with his head on my shoulder. I began to think about the
sensations I had just expeirienced, and came to the quite crystal clear
conclusion that if this was being gay, then I could most certainly live
with it. I turned and kissed Carl very passionately.


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So ends chapter three. I hope you enjoyed it. Chapter 4 and the
conclusion to follow soon....Rick