Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 16:25:42 EDT
From: Brit18uk@aol.com
Subject: That Fateful Day-Chapter 6

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That Fateful Day

By Rick Grahame

Chapter 6


I was late and was still trying to get my breakfast down when the doorbell
rang. I jumped up and ran to the front door to let Carl in. I gave him a
quick peck cos my mouth was still full and motioned him through to the
breakfast room. I sat down and quickly finished my bacon and eggs. Hurrying
through to the kitchen I rinsed off the crocks and loaded them into the
machine, turned to grab my bag and we were off for our final day of the
week to our hallowed halls of learning. We only just caught the bus again,
and this, only after we had had to shout for him to stop to let us on. In
the three years I had been catching this bus I'm sure I hadn't ever been
late this often. It had to be the sex. I just couldn't get my mind off it,
and when Carl was around all I wanted to do was get into his pants. I loved
this boy, I loved his dick, I loved his balls, I loved his wonderful impish
smile, in fact I loved everything about him, and quite how I had never
realised any of this up till eleven days ago was quite beyond me. Trying to
be analytical about it I reasoned that I hadn't just sexually awakened last
Tuesday, I had discovered my orientation too. I have travelled the bus to
school with him for the whole three years I had been using it. I had found
that most problems and puzzles most often achieved startling clarity and
understanding just before I fell asleep. I was quite good at remembering
these little golden nuggets and resolved to try to dwell on the reasons
more often when I'd gone to bed.

      Carl was in a happy mood and was just totally bubbly. I found it was
very infectious and I was soon bubbling over about tonights adventure and
soooo looking forwards to it. As we arrived at our stop and I saw the
school looming into view even that couldn't dampen my mood. All we both
needed now was the three thirty bell and our escape for the weekend once
more. I was so glad neither of us had ever been into school sports that
much which would have resulted in all sorts of crap over the weekend. I'm
sure If I had tried just that bit harder I would have been on this team and
then that team with all sorts of shitty obligations. Fishing was my main
sporting pastime and I totally loved it. I walked miles when I was out
fishing allways looking for that 'just perfect spot'. Southwold had been a
total surprise even though I had fished there several times before. Roll on
three thirty cos with luck, not only would I be getting my dick wet but I
would also get my line wet too and maybe just, all fingers crossed, manage
to catch our Saturday morning breakfast. God! I couldn't wait.

      Three thirty eventually crawled its way around and we were off like a
shot. Keith and Jordan were being picked up, taken home for their kit, then
dropped back round at mine. Keith lived in Eye whilst Jordan lived in
Mellis. Though considerably nearer to school than me they still had to go
home and get back to Harlesden in double quick time so as not to delay
us. Carl and I had no doubt they would make it quite soon cos they at
least, weren't travelling on the poxy bus, which sometimes seemed to take
forever. As it soon transpired, we had not been wrong and they turned up
just ten minutes after we had arrived home. Carls dad had already loaded
his stuff for him and was at present outside our house loading mine just as
they both turned up. Both their mums had estate cars (station wagons) so
their bikes were no problem. Their mums had also been on the phone to Carls
mum, and mine too, checking it all out before they had given their
permission for them to come. It turned out that Jordans mum had gone to
school with my mum and amazingly, Keiths mum and Carls dad had gone to
school together too. Once this all transpired it was easy and I'm sure they
all felt rather more comfortable about the whole adventure. I hope they
don't all compare notes on their sons inevitable crusty underwear hehe.

      We were off at last to whoops and general noisy chatter from all four
of us. We were all excited and I'm sure, horny as fuck. Carl had called
shotgun and I was in the back seat squashed in the middle between the other
two. I think all three of us were boned up for pretty much the entire trip
of an hour. Arriving at the campsite we were amazed at how much buisier it
appeard to be compared with just a week ago, and quickly spotting our tent,
Carls dad parked up next to it. We were soon out and setting about
unloading. Just as we finished James, Joe and Pete turned up with an iced
and dewed up Pepsi for each of us, and big shit eating grins all over their
faces. Carls dad didn't stay too long, just long enough to go into the shop
and thank Mrs Bloomfield once more and I'm sure to get her assurances that
they would be keeping their eye on us for the next two days. As he left I
noticed that it was five forty five. Not bad I thought, we had made
excellent time.

      After he had gone we made our way back to the tent to put our
sleeping bags etc inside, and sure enough, Carl had been correct again
about the room we would have cos we were all in there and able to stand
without any sort of crush. The bikes would def not fit this time
though. Mentioning this, James replied that he had arranged it with his
dad, and we could stash them in their garage when we weren't using them. It
just gets better I thought.

      I think the four that were joining James, Carl and I were a little
shy because they had all, except Joe, left the tent and were outside
sorting through fishing tackle. The four of us who remained inside shrugged
dissapointedly at each other and joined them. James said we had better put
our bikes away, and whilst we were doing that he would grab the bait and
then we could set off. It was really warm with hardly any wind. Carl had
the same white track suit bottoms on as last week and I could tell he was
freeballing again. I had white ones on too and was also freeballing. I
noticed lots of glances at us both, and for the four who hadn't seen Carl
last week, I knew they were in for a terrific surprise if he pulled the
landing net stunt again. I couldn't wait and hurried everyone up. We all
set off over the sea wall and began to crunch our way out to the
waterline. James informed us the tide was just on the turn, and as such, we
could expect some good fishing as it began to 'come in'.

      We were all soon set up with our line cast out and using bottom
fishing gear, trying for plaice. Within fifteen minutes both Joe and Pete
were reeling in with nice bends on their rods. Carl mmediately had the
landing net in his hand and was already crotch deep in the sea. Mmmmmmmmm!
I thought. I'm dying to see their reactions as he wades back ashore. He had
netted Joes catch and was hurrying back in. Turning it out he was about
wade back when Pete simply pulled his catch ashore, and between them they
had caught five medium dabs (smallish plaice). It took another thirty
minutes for the next rod alarm to sound off, but when it did it was
James's. Carl was off into the surf again with the net. He had them all
staring goggle eyed as he emerged from the sea the first time.  His jewels
were once more plain for all to see through the thin, wet, semi transparent
fabric of his pants. He looked really fucking hot and I was proud that he
was all mine. James's rod was really giving it some, and it was obvious he
didn't have plaice on there. Carl however, was there for him and soon had
it in the net. It was a lively bloody thing and it turned out to be a
really good cod weighing in at around six/seven pounds. Carls jewels were
again on plain view, and I'm not sure which the other boys were more
interested in, his obvious and very visible cock and balls or this really
neat fish. I sidled upto Carl whispering that I would go out with the
landing net next time to which he nodded and grinned. We fished for another
three hours till it was really quite dusk, and catching nothing more. We
wrapped it all up and made our way back to the tent, we were starving
hungry. I had already cleaned and wrapped the fish in foil, storing them in
Carls returned coolbox.

      Returning to the campsite, James and Joe then carried the coolbox to
the shop whilst we stored all the tackle in his garage. Hurrying on to the
toilet block we all washed our hands then set off to the chippy to buy a
fish and chip supper. It was delicious. Because I hate bones in fish, my
dad had taught me that when ordering it at the chippy, I should always ask
for tail end. It's the actual tail of the fish and once filleted it never
ever had bone in it. I invariably attracted odd stares as well cos I didn't
like the skin either, so I always asked for skin off, tail end please which
resulted in a largish V shaped piece of pure battered fish that I could eat
every bit of. Yummy!

      We made our slow way back to the tent. On the way it became obvious
that Joe and Jordan had teamed up whilst Pete and Keith had done
too. James, Carl and I looked at each other silently aggreeing with nods
that we would be together too. As it happened, thats not quite the way it
panned out. We found out later that Pete and Joe had tagged along with the
other two Harlesdon boys to hatch a plot, and as we entered the tent it all
became apparent. Carl had already lit the gas lantern before we actually
went to the chippy and had left it on a low light. Once we were all in and
Carl had turned it up a little we three were jumped and pulled to the
ground. Joe ended up sat astride Carl, Keith astride James, with Jordan
astride me. Pete was giggling madly and pulling our shoes and socks off
then our pants. We put up a token struggle and allowed it all to happen
within a few minutes. Jordan had shorts on, and I watched as he hitched the
left leg up and worked his dick out, which was rapidly hardening up. It was
truly a wondeful sight and is without doubt the biggest I have ever seen,
and believe me, I have seen quite a few. I guessed it to be about nine
inches long and fucking fat. He also has the longest foreskin I have ever
seen, and even with his cock hard, I thought it would prob roll down half
the length of mine too. The thought had my own dick throbbing madly. I
couldn't resist my next move and grasping hold if it, I tugged him up and
filled my mouth with as much as I could squeeze in. It tasted delic. The
feel of his huge foreskin on my tongue was just too wonderful. It was all
soft and spongy feeling. Rolling it around in my mouth was just tooooooo
fucking sexy for words. I poked my tongue up it, probing for his glans and
once I found it, I then attacked the slit. Pete meanwhile was licking all
over my balls and Junior. The other four were all sixtynining and the
moans, slurps and general sexual tension was amazingly HOT. Letting Jordans
dick slip from my mouth I motioned him to let me up. I positioned my self
on my knees facing him so that my cock was lined up with his, and then
rolling his by now very wet and slippery foreskin back as far as I could, I
positioned my own tip, tip to tip with his. I rolled his foreskin over my
own dick and sure enough it went to just about half way along my own seven
inch length. I knew I had better be careful or I would succumb to my hair
trigger and fire off very quickly. Pete was watching all this and pounding
away on himself but as soon as he saw what we'd done, he reached out and
grasping hold of the area where our two bell ends met, he began to roll
Jordans amazing skin back and forth over the pair of us. This was again
sooooooooo incredibly HOT HOT HOT, that with the feeling of another boys
wonderfully soft and velvety foreskin sliding over my dick I knew I would
shoot soon. The other four, seeing what was happening, had stopped and were
crowding round to watch. I was so turned on I couldn't stop myself and shot
volley after volley up Jordans foreskin. I heard Joe say, "Thats toooooo
much, when he's finished, I def want a go. I slowly pulled away watching my
cum drip out of Jordans foreskin. As I moved away Joe was there like a shot
sliding his own handsome cock up the slippery tube of Jordans now very well
lubricated foreskin. Pete was more than happy to do the honours again, and
within a minute, Joe was panting with his head back, firing his own love
juice in with mine. Pete was next up, followed by James, Carl and then
Keith. The slurpy noises after Pete had cum were amazing to hear. How
Jordan held off cumming is quite beyond me, but he did, and managed to hold
it till after Keith had shot his off. I could see his foreskin bulging
around where there bell ends touched as it filled with their cum. The tent
stunk of sex, boy, feet and sperm.

      I took it upon myself to clean Jordans cock up, and getting tissues
from my back pack I carefully rolled the skin back exposing his purple
tip. Sperm just ran everywhere and his pubes and balls were drenched in the
stuff. Seeing this, Carl handed me a towel and I gently cleaned him
up. Once he was as clean as he would ever be without a shower, I kissed his
naked bell end, and gave his generous balls a gentle tug. We all six stared
in awe at his amazing equipment lying there, soft and beautiful, and
dangling over his big ball sac. It was easily six inches long with the
foreskin forming a slim tube of skin and hanging a further good three
inches off the tip. He didn't seem to be in the least bit uncomfortable
with our scrutiny, but instead, lifted his eyes to look at us all,
saying,"you've no idea how long I have wanted to do that. You have def made
my day, six all at once, it's just tooooooo awesome". I was busy thinking
of another fantasy of my own as I listened to him, and knelt ogleing that
wonderful foreskin. Tomorrow would see me try to get the stuff together to
fulfill it.

      Carl, James, and I got into my two man sleeping bag with the other
four pairing off I think. The light had been put out so I will never be
sure quite what went on. The low moans and groans were quite a turn on
though for the three of us, and I'm sure it helped us on our way with our
own little threesome.  It will be enough to say that James got a bum full
of cum off me, and I got a bum full off Carl. The sleeping bag got a
crinkly patch off James caused by my hand working his cock till it shot his
second load of the night. We all fell asleep naked and sprawled all over
each other. The sleeping bags had been abandoned due to the warmth of the
night. I know I awoke next morning with my face in Jordans crotch and his
throbbing morning wood under my chin. I laid there till he awoke too, just
savouring the wickedly HOT feeling of it. I filled my hands with two more
and very gently stroked them. Pete woke first whispering,"God! I really
love camping out" and grabbing my hand speeded me up till he moaned and
shot his load. James was next, and woke up to himself just going onto the
boil and creaming my arm, wrist, and hand. I totally aggreed with Pete,
camping is wonderful. Everyone of us got off by one means or another before
we all hot footed it to the shower block to clean up.

      We were all dressed and had grabbed our bikes, en-route to the cafe
for breakfast. We heard a very loud shout,"Pete, Joe"! We stopped and
turned in the direction of the shout. It was another group of five boys who
obviously knew the Southwold boys. We made our way over to them and were
asked what we were up to. Pete answered that we had been camping on James's
camping ground and were going to the cafe for breakfast. They said that a
game of soccer would start at ten thirty and asked if we would like to join
them. We all agreed and joining us to go to the cafe we got there and again
pigged out on a huge English breakfast.

      Making our way up the beach road we came to the car parks and the
fields beyond. There must have fifteen other boys there already. Our group
numbered eleven making a total of twenty six. We soon sorted ourselves into
teams leaving four boys on the side lines to act as linesmen. The game
started and was really competitive condidering it was just an impromptue
game thrown together by a group of keen schoolboys. The side Carl and I
were on lost, with a closing score of eleven goals to six. We all shook
hands and split up into our respective groups. We made our way back towards
the town centre, going into the first shop we found for cold cans of
pop. Our plans for the remainder of the afternoon were to go fishing once
more or take a bike ride up to Sizewell. There was a neat cafe there, a
quite good beach and some strange structures built out in the sea. James
said some of his friends often hung out up there but he himself tended to
stay away. His dad had said he preferred that he didn't go up there being
wary of the fact that it was after all, a nuclear power station. Because of
this, fishing won, and we stayed well clear of Sizewell. We had done stuff
about Sizewell at school and I knew it was one of the older nuke stations
and was to be retired quite soon. It apparently had an exemplary safety
record, but it was now old, and would soon, the teacher said, end up as an
enormous concrete block for the next two thousand years or so. All the
class agreed that we didn't know why they built them in the first place
considering the hazard they posed. My mum who knows someone who lives
nearby had told dad and I that due to the terrorist threat, all residents
within a quite large boundary around the area had recieved radiation
sickness packs from the government. Despite all these major concerns,
another was being built not too far away. We wondered if they were all mad
or something. Taking all this into account we realised we were certainly
better off going fishing.

      Riding back to camp I spotted a small supermarket. Saying I wouldn't
be many minutes I went in looking for the stuff to fulfill my fantasy
concerning Jordan. Sure enough, I soon came accross what I was looking for
and got three types. To camouflage what I was doing I got seven ices at
almost a pound each which when added to my other stuff came to more than
$10.00. It was sort of ouch fucking ouch!!!!! I think $10.00 is around
about $14/15.00. I would def have to hit the cashpoint (ATM) again today if
I was going to eat tonight. This sex was working out damn expensive. We
walked our bikes lazily along whilst eating our quite delic ices. I had got
Mars ices and we all felt like having another once we had finished them,
but at nearly $7.00 a time it was way too rich for a bunch of schoolboys.
We continued to walk along debating whether the greedy fucks who charged
these crazy prices had actually taken the time to realise that if they were
to lower their profit margins, they would in all probabilty end up turning
over far more stock and ultimately making more gazillions more profit. My
dad had done an exercise on the web one day when he and I were discussing
just this same topic. He had accessed a couple of genuine wholesale sites
that he used at work, and demonstrated that lots of stores buy an item for
X amount then charge us the buying public five times more than they
themselves paid for it. I think 100% profit is obscene, but 500% is
downright highway robbery and immoral.

      We eventually made it back by about four o'clock and putting our
bikes away, got our tackle together and made our way onto the beach. I had
hidden my 'fantasy supplies' in my back pack, and was really looking
forward to satisfying myself and seeing what the others made of it.
Arriving at the beach, James said the tide would turn soon and come in as a
high tide.  I planned on fishing in the surfline for sea bass though in
truth it was really too warm. I would however, give it an hour and if I had
no luck I would bottom fish for flat fish. I began to sort out my trace and
lure etc.  As I worked my mind wondered, and I couldn't keep my mind off
Jordans amazing foreskin and my plans for it later on tonight. I had told
Carl of my plan and he was just as excited as me.

      We fished for three hours and caught five plaice of quite good size,
three quite nice codling (maybe 5 lbs of cod total), but no bass. We made
our way back camp after I had cleaned the fish and fed the gulls. My mum
had packed quite a lot of salad stuff in the cooler and I had made sure to
keep changing the ice packs so that it kept fresh. The other boys had
brought canned potatoes, bread, butter, 2 cans of rattatouille (a quite
exotic vegetable stew) which can be eaten cold and is delicious and
garlicky, and various other bits and pieces. We had two stoves, one a two
burner, and one a four burner plus all the pans we would need. Carl set
about making up plates of salad whilst I opened the potatoes and set them
to very gently warm in a pan with just a drop of water, a good lump of
butter and a tight lid. As they warmed through I began to fry the fish and
I have to say they were devoured as soon as I had finished each one, very
often grabbed away before I had even put the lemon wedges on them. The meal
was excellent, and included in the other boys bits and pieces were some
fruit pies and a huge bowl of James's mum's home made ice cream. There was
absolutely nothing left and we all just laid there bloated to fuck.

      The evening was drawing in and it was late dusk. We decided not to go
for a walk tonight but to generally hang around our tent chatting and
generally shooting the shit. I know I enjoyed myself, and I'm sure everyone
else did too. Carl said he had, so I was happy. We eventually turned in
around eleven o'clock at which point I whispered to Carl, "mmmmm, let the
fun begin", and went to my backpack to get my bits and pieces.

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So ends chapter 6 which I hope you have enjoyed reading. Sorry to keep you
in suspense about 'my fantasy' but it's cool to think about peeps wondering
just what it is. Till next time, huggies from Rick.