Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2004 18:08:40 EDT
From: Brit18uk@aol.com
Subject: That Fateful Day-Chapter 7

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That Fateful Day

 By Rick Grahame

Chapter 7

Everyone was stripping off. Carl was next to Jordan as planned, and as I
finished stripping then brought my stuff over from my backpack, he got him
to lie down on our double sleeping bag. As Carl began to work on his upper
half I began to work on his just too gorgeous cock. As it grew in my mouth
and achieved rock hard status I pulled off. Gripping his shaft with one
hand I pulled his foreskin to its utmost extent. It was very long, and
keeping hold of it I reached down for my first bit of kit. I gripped the
bottle top in my teeth and twisted it off whilst keeping the forskin pulled
up taught. I brought the bottle to the opening and began to squirt
butterscoth flavour ice cream sauce down inside it. It took a good long
squeeze to fill it to overflowing. Putting the bottle down next to the
Strawberry flavour and Chocolate flavour, I then sank down and began to
make a meal of my first 'flavoured cock'. God! I was buzzing. It was
sooooooo HOT. The texture and shape of his tip through the spongy thickness
of his foreskin, the thought of what he must be feeling, and not least the
taste of the butterscotch sauce had me on the very verge, and my hair
trigger almost pulled to firing point. I continued to concentrate on the
absolutely erotic feeling and shape of this gorgeous boys cock, and was
totally oblivious to the fact that I had the total goggle eyed attention of
ever other rock hard boy in the tent. I had been on my knees, bent over him
for maybe five minutes when I felt slippery fingers probing my rosebud.  I
was really into it, and getting my rocks off just with the sensations of
Jordans cock in my mouth and the expectation of his butterscotch flavoured
love juice. I went into sensory overload as I felt Joes cock begin to probe
and slowly enter my bum. I saw it was him cos the surprise of it had me
slipping Jordan from my mouth and glancing back to see who it was. As I saw
him I also saw and felt Carl on his back with his head now under me,
nudging my knees apart. Having grasped my cock I next felt his sweet lips
clamped onto my bell-end, then his hand move to my balls. I was quickly
back on Jordans cock bobbing up and down like a man possessed. Joe was now
humping me and the thrill of his cock grazing my prostate had me filling
Carls mouth with my cum within an easy ten thrusts. As I finished cumming,
Jordan fired off and I had the most erotic cum filling my mouth that I'm
sure I will ever expierience in my life. This time it was truly sweet and
almost delicious. I continued to suck on his now rapidly softening cock and
as it drew back on itself my mouth began be filled with just his very ample
foreskin. Joe was ploughing me madly with Carl hanging on to my own
softening cock and gently sucking the last dregs of my cum. Joe at this
point let out a loud Aaaaaaaaarh! and I felt his cock spasm and begin to
squirt his hot juice inside me. Pete and Keith were wanking themselves off
whilst all this went on and just as Joes aaaaaaarh died in his throat I
felt the hot splashes of both of them shooting off all over my back. This
was truly Nirvana.

      We were all laid down and haphazardly strewn accross each other very
much like a litter of puppies. Some one had hold of my cock just as I had
hold of someone elses. I know thats how I fell asleep and also how I awoke
next morning. I gently raised my head to look around and realised that I
was first awake again. It was cool to be able to see three throbbing
morning woodys, and as I thought about grabbing one, or maybe two, I knew I
just had to get up to go and pee. I was bursting and wanted to go to the
toilet as well very badly. That had to be Joes doing and as I got up I
began to worry if I'd be able to hold it till I got there. I managed. I had
grabbed my toilet gear and whilst I was there I got a nice hot shower as
well. Going back to the tent I quietly set about starting the stove to boil
some water to make coffee and tea. Once it was all done and I had seven
steaming mugs I went back inside and woke everyone up. They moaned and
groaned but took my offering quite eagerly. I left them and went to the
camp shop to get eggs and bacon and bread. We had several cans of beans
that the other boys had brought and I soon had everyones breakfast ready
just as they came back from the toilet block. Bacon, eggs and beans with
fresh crusty bread and Danish butter taste wonderful when eaten outside,
and I heartily reccomend it. As soon we finished eating, James was up and
off to get ready for church. He would be back around eleven thirty he said
as he dashed off. He had had to promise not to be late in order to get his
dads permission to sleep out. It occurred to me that if I hadn't woken up
when I did, he would have been late, with his dad coming across to get him,
and discovering us all stark naked, with a few of us holding onto each
others dicks as we slept on. Not a nice thought.

      We whiled away the two and a half hours waiting for James by opening
up both ends of the tent and bringing out all the sleeping bags to lay out
in the warm morning sunshine to air them off. The tent smelt of what I
presumed a male brothel would smell of. An overiding sperm odour and sweaty
boy feet. Everything soon aired off as we finished off tidying the camp
site up. We had been invited to go to a local pub with James's dad for
lunch. Joe and Pete however, wouldn't be able to come with us, because as
with most British families, Sunday lunch was pretty much an ingrained
tradition where for once in the week most, including their families, tried
to be together at this time. It's the high lunch of the week too and
generally consists of boiled and roasted potatoes, and very often roasted
parsnips too. A variety of fresh vegetables, wonderful Yorkshire pudding, a
rich and very tasty meat stock based gravy, and not forgetting a roast
joint of meat. This is usually beef but can also be roast lamb or pork. My
favourite sweet course afterwards is, jam or syrup roly-poly with
cream. This is vegetarian suet pastry that is rolled out into a long wide
strip. Jam or golden sugar syrup is spread quite thickly over one side and
then it's rolled up and really well wrapped in grease proof paper then
steamed in a steamer for maybe two hours. The suet in the pastry causes it
to rise and become almost cake like in texture with the jam/syrup running
everywhere. Its then sliced and served after its cooled down some, and
either custard, which I hate, or cream is poured over. All I can say is
this, its just too fucking yummy for words, lol. The French who are the
worlds masters with food, openly admit that they can't hold a light to
British puddings. We win hands down. I just realised btw, that this story
is also a British cook book hehe.

      I won't bore you with further details of our pub lunch. It's enough
to say that it was really good and I enjoyed it, but not anywhere near as
much as I enjoyed my mums. Plus, they didn't have roly-poly, just bought
in, and thawed out apple pie and custard/cream. Double fucking yuk! We
finished at around one thirty and made our way back to camp where James's
dad left us all to it telling us not to get into any mischief. We all five
smiled at each other and as soon as he was out of sight off went into the
tent and stripped off.

      I had heard of daisy chains and always thought they were flowers
strung together by girlies. It was Jordan who explained the finer details
to us, and within twenty minutes we were all a little pissed that Joe and
Pete were not here. Thinking back, I was glad that Jordan was at the front
because as it turned out he was unable to plant his wickedly big cock into
anybody. His idea too, and all he got was my hand wrapped around it giving
him a wank. So back to the daisy chain. I had my dick up Jordan, Carl was
up me, James was up Carl, and Keith was up James. As we tried to form a
circle we soon realised there wasn't enough of us cos as Jordan tried to
stuff his up Keith one or more of us kept slipping out of the one in
front. If Joe and Pete had been here, there would have been enough of us to
form a circle with everyones cock having a hole to stuff. In the event
though, it was again just toooooooo HOT, and none of us, except Jordan,
could gain any control over ourselves with the one behind constantly
humping and causing all of us to just fuck like bunnies and fire off far
too soon. The last ones to fire were Keith followed by Jordan who creamed
the side of the tent. He went off like a water cannon causing my deflating
cock to slip out of him as he sagged at the knees. I had my arm wrapped
round his waist and held on tight as I slowly pumped his cock till it was
quite soft. As I was doing this, my sweet Carl was all over my neck kissing
and nibbling all my sensitive spots. All of a sudden I had this really
strong and deep feeling, and came to a rather scary yet satisfying
conclusion. I also have to admit to feeling extremely jealous that it
hadn't been me who fucked him, and determined that I would seriously
re-think sharing him and myself with anyone else in the future. I would
talk this over with him during the coming week and make sure it wasn't just
me who was falling madly and passionately in love.

      The rest of the afternoon was spent taking down the tent , rolling up
the sleeping bags and boxing all the other bits and pieces of kit in
readiness for Carls dad arriving. Once this was completed, we kicked a ball
around for the next couple of hours. Neither Joe nor Pete showed up again
but they had warned us that it may prove difficult for them to get out
again. Because Carl and I still had fish at home from our previous weeks
fishing we offered Jordan and Keith what was left of this weekends
catch. It would be frozen solid by now courtesy of James's mum. James had
declined any at all because as he said, he very often fished through the
week after he'd done his homework, and their home freezer was full of the
stuff. As I looked at James I realised that both Carl and I liked him very
much, and as Carl turned to me and said, "I won't be a minute", I followed
him as he went to the toilet block to pee. I asked him if he fancied
inviting James over to Harlesdon next weekend instead of coming back
here. His reaction confused me. It wasn't quite what he said but more the
dissapointed way he looked at me as he replied, "ok, if you want to, but I
was going to suggest we stayed home anyway next week and maybe just have it
to ourselves". I hugged him to me hard, and not caring who may or may not
walk in, I kissed him very passionately, grinding myself into him, and
saying between kisses, that that was what had been on my mind for a lot of
the weekend too.

       As it happened, we were left alone, and as I pulled away from the
kiss I saw tears running down his face. Asking what was wrong, and with
tears forming in my own eyes, he sobbed, "I don't know, it's just that I
love you so much and I don't want to share ourselves anymore". The tears
ran in torrents down my face now, and as we clutched onto each other, I
told him I really felt that way too. I kissed him again then told him over
and over that I loved him. We agreed that we wouldn't invite James for next
weekend but would have some time alone confirming our love for each
other. We also agreed that it wouldn't even matter if we didn't get the
chance to have sex, but that just being together seemed to be the important
thing at the moment. Later that night as I laid in bed at home going over
the things we had said to each other, I resolved to make sure |I spoke to
Keith the next day. I wouldn't actually say why, but in one way or another
I would definitely thank him for 'That Fateful Day' he had groped me in the
classroom.


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All this took place five years ago. We are both now twenty years old and
attending Cambridge University. We both came out to our parents on my
seventeenth birthday and we were totally amazed when they said that they
already suspected as much and drew Carl and I into a big group hug. As we
parted, dad pulled me back to him and slipping a box into my pocket told me
to go over to Carls garage. We raced over and lifting the door, we stood
slack jawed looking at a new silver Rover 25. It had 'L' plates already
attached and the neccessary 'tax disc' in the window. We slowly went in,
where, unlocking it and getting in we found two large white envelopes
addressed to each of us. We opened them and discovered a gift voucher in
each that entitled us to a weeks tuition at a national driving school and
also guaranteed we would pass. We both had our learner drivers licenses in
readiness so we were all set. Carl shook his envelope realising there was
something else in it. Another box fell out which he quickly opened. Inside
was a set of keys similar to the ones in my box and a note. He opened it
and we both read it. It said; Go and look in Ricks garage. With tears
running down our faces we raced back to my house where both sets of parents
were stood on the front lawn with big cheesy grins on their faces. I opened
the garage for him and with both of us now openly sobbing we saw a bright
red, new, Rover 25.

The End

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I hope you enjoyed this story. I know Carl and I have enjoyed remembering
it. Our hope is that we will both retire together in about forty years time
and have good times and lots of love whilst getting there.

       For those of you who e-mailed me I would like to thank you for your
encouragement and dare I say it, 'praise'..Again, thanks.....Huggies from
England, Rick