Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 09:34:07 +0100
From: Storm <storm@talesfromastorm.co.uk>
Subject: Truths In Departure - Part 2

Truths in Departure

By Stormwriter
www.talesfromastorm.co.uk

Part II - Insatiable Teenagers

A figure stood in the doorway and cast a shadow into the room. I stared
intently. It was Perry, the boy whom I saw David mouthing words to in the
changing room. His dark hair hung limp against his forehead, his eyes
peering through strands at the half naked boy in front of him.
     David brought his arms down to his sides and swung his legs off the
bed. He smiled in my direction before turning to Perry. "Well come in
then."
     Perry came over to the bed and stood in front David, who rose to his
feet, almost touching nose to nose.
     "Let's see how ready you are." David brought his hand down and felt
the mound restricted by the blue jeans. "Nice and hard. Just how I take
them."
     Closing the tiny gap between them, David kissed him full on the
lips. His mouth opened and he forced his tongue into Perry and wrapped his
arms round his back, slowly caressing him through his shirt, inching closer
to the waist band on his jeans.
     Hearing Perry groan, my dick went rigid and ached to be
touched. Resisting, and not wanting to move too much, I kept my eyes glued
on the show.
     The kiss was broken off, and David took hold of Perry's hand to wrap
it around his hard dick which stood proud, covered with the loose shorts he
wore.
     The teasing was over, David wanted Perry naked. Unceremoniously
ripping his shirt over his head, Perry's hand was yanked away from the dick
it held.
     Perry kicked his trainers off while David grappled with the unwieldy
button on the jeans.
     "You should've worn something loose. Then I could have had you in my
mouth sooner."
     The promise from David energised Perry and he ripped off the rest of
his clothes very quickly.  Kissing, David turned Perry around to face me
before breaking off the kiss to allow me to see.
     My dick grew even harder as I looked upon the rigid dick that leaked
several metres away. Framed under a thick bush of black pubes, I could see
the tip fully exposed from the foreskin, reddened and slick with
pre-cum. He looked huge, limp it was big but erect it was bigger than I
expected.
     David dropped to his knees and swallowed the dick whole, my mouth
opening in reflex, wishing it was my lips that could feel the warmth from
his knob. Perry closed his eyes and tilted his head, as if praying to the
heavens, thanking his god for the pleasure he felt.
     He sucked and slurped on Perry's dick for a few minutes, cupping his
balls and sliding a finger under him to tease his arsehole. Perry's groans
became louder and more urgent so David released him and stood up.
     "Now it's your turn." They swapped placing, again giving me full view
of David.
     Perry cautiously fell to his knees and felt David through his loose
shorts. Grasping the waistband, he pulled them down, his dick springing
back to full mast and almost connecting with his nose. Startled, his
breathing quickened.
     David looked beautiful, his dick pointing into the room. His tight,
hairless body broken by the mound of mousy pubes begged to be touched, the
small nipples protruding hard in anticipation and the faint ripples of
muscle beneath the velvet skin ached to be caressed.
     As Perry tentatively took the tip of David's dick into his mouth, he
looked over at me and smiled. I do not remember smiling back, I was too
enthralled in the two boys in front of me, but I suppose he could not see
me too well, in the dark recess of his desk.
     Backing off, David went over to his bed. Perry followed. "Lie down."
He ordered.
     Perry lay flat on his back, his hard dick pointing to the
ceiling. David slipped between his legs and took the dick into his mouth
once more. This time he was more eager and teased his balls before one hand
disappeared beneath him. I imagined a finger circling his hole and stabbing
it, easing it open.  Once or twice, his hand would surface, David spitting
onto his fingers. I knew Perry was getting invaded but his face showed no
signs, he merely lay still, groaning once in a while.
     David manoeuvred himself so that Perry's legs rested on his shoulders
and raised himself slightly to tilt his arse for better access. He released
the dick from his lips and worked on the tight hole he was intent in
ploughing.
     Spitting onto his hands he thrust his fingers deep inside Perry, who
moaned and squirmed, his head rocking from side to side with the pleasure.
     Each time he brought his hand out for more spit, I saw his fingers
slowly come together, two and then three. He must surely be ready, I
thought, as I resisted the urge to join in and blow Perry while David
fingered him.
     David reared up onto his knees, holding Perry's ankles, his hard dick
angry and wet. He bowed his head and released a string of spit, hitting his
dick squarely on the head. Bloody good shot, he must have had plenty of
practice. His right hand rubbed his spit along his shaft and guided it to
the target.
     It rested on his well fingered arsehole and he stopped, Perry gasped,
knowing what was to come.  Slowly and firmly, David pushed forward. Both
boys releasing a well earned groan, Perry staying perfectly still.
     As his dick slipped inside Perry, the feeling was too much for me and,
without a touch, my dick exploded, creaming my sweatpants. I stifled a
groan and, fearing being noticed, my body stiffened.  Fortunately my groan
coincided with one from Perry and my presence remained undetected.
     With the full length of his dick inside, David ground his hips,
tickling his insides before pulling back an inch and thrusting back.
     His stokes began short and slow, gauging the suppleness of the
passage, gradually quickening and was soon forcibly pounding his
arse. Perry's entire body rocked forward with each stoke, his head
dangerously close to hitting the headboard, groaning and moaning but not
objecting to the rough fuck.
     I could not believe how long he was pounding away at Perry. I had come
at just the thought of being fucked but David seemed able to hold back and
enjoyed ploughing the tight arse. Perry's dick stayed hard, bouncing
against his stomach with each stroke, his hands grasped the bedclothes,
holding on and holding back. His dick left strands of pre-cum as it swayed
and slapped, left alone. David looked into Perry's face while he fucked
him, but Perry kept his eyes shut, thrashing his head with ecstasy.
     Perry opened his mouth and I saw his stomach recede into his body from
a great intake of breath, he seemed to hold it. Letting out a deep, slow
groan I saw his dick momentarily hold still as it released a long rope of
cum, shooting far ahead and catching Perry under his chin. It throbbed and
released more cum, this time pooling by his navel. My own dick throbbed but
only grew to become half hard. I wanted to tease it harder but felt as if I
should not move.
     As Perry came, David did not let up on his fuck. He felt his dick
being squeezed by the intense orgasm but it did not send him over the
edge. I looked at the spent dick, expecting it to shrink, but it never
subsided. I could not believe it. I was limp seconds after wanking but
Perry stayed hard, I supposed the rigid cock up his arse had something to
do with it or the way he was being fucked. Either way I wanted to try it.
     Looking at David, I saw the beads of sweat forming on his face and
body. His back glistened as it ran down his spine to the cleft of his
buttocks, whose rhythmic motion and clenching hypnotised me.
     Blinking, my brain noticed a change in their motion. David's thrusts
became even more forceful but slower, Perry grunting with each thump
against his groin; until he stopped with one mighty thrust, his arse cheeks
clenched tight.
     Mouth agape, David silently roared, his head tilting upwards reminding
me of a lion bellowing loudly to scare off any competitors.
     I felt cheated. David had cum inside Perry. I wanted to see his thick
cock spew another load but I was deprived of the closure of a cum shot; my
half hard, cum soaked dick deflated.
     Both boys sighed as David deliberately withdrew his dick, slick with
secretions and his cum but still hard. He lay on his side, looking at Perry
and kissed his panting mouth, who soon broke off the kiss to come up for
some more air. David began playing with the pools of cum in front of him,
coating Perry's chest.
     Inhaling deeply, he said. "You smell nice. You smell of sex."
     Perry did not respond but I saw that his dick was finally
shrinking. Instead he lifted his head, grabbed David and pulled him onto
him. Wrapping his arms around David's sweaty back he squeezed him as he
kissed him, deeply.
     Coming back up for air, "That was a great fuck. The best yet. I can't
believe it, you keep on getting better."
     David's face beamed. "Let's go grab a shower." He said, winking at
him.
     As they walked out of the bedroom, my muscles relaxed and I moved
slightly, getting the circulation back to my numb legs.
     Hearing the shower running, I thought I should have enough time to get
out and work the cramp out of my muscles.
     Easing my way out of the hiding place, I stood and shook all my
muscles and silently sighed. It felt great to be out. Looking down at my
sweatpants I saw the cum-stain, as large as my palm. Nothing I could do
about it now, I thought, and I walked to the window to see the daylight.
     The back garden should have been overlooked by the house backing onto
it, but a row of Poplar trees which where planted decades ago had grown so
tall that they blocked all views from the rear of the houses
opposite. Naturally the adjacent neighbours could see into the garden, but
there was nothing much to see, just a large rectangle of lawn, bordered
with plants and flowers and a small wooden shed at the bottom of the
garden. They had obviously tried to camouflage the shed by planting some
fern trees but they looked weak and yellow, probably being killed off by
the many neighbourhood cats using the soil as their toilet. The lawn was
looking slightly unkempt and I supposed that David would be running the
mower over this later, as well as the front.
     Giggling from the bathroom brought my attention back and I crept to
the door. Peering out I saw the bathroom door was wide open. I crept along
the hallway and half hid behind the door frame. The bath was surrounded by
a shower curtain but the light did not cast any shadows or silhouettes. I
just saw the occasion arm, leg or backside as it brushed against the white,
nylon curtain. I knew something was going off, it sounded like someone was
being blown, but I could not tell whom from the noises. Despite hearing the
sex act, I grew bored and began walking back to the bedroom.
     I heard David yelp. "Jesus. Be fucking gentle. Ease it in then you can
start to ram."
     Almost running back to the bathroom door, I watched the white
curtain. My dick began to rise as I imagined David bracing himself in the
bath, legs apart and Perry's hard dick poking between his buttocks.
     "We really should've got you into practice much earlier unless you
intend to stay a bottom all your life."
     My hand rubbed the damp cloth against my dick.
     "I thought the soap might make it easier." Perry said, his voice
echoing around the bathroom.
     "So did I. Now soap it up good and ease it in."
     I wished that it was me in that shower, easing my dick into him. My
hand went inside my sweatpants and felt the warm flesh. Curling my fingers
around the shaft, I slowly began to wank.
     "Oh, yes." David exasperated as his arse was slowly filled with dick.
     After two very quick orgasms without any stimulation, I wanted to
touch myself for as long as possible, so my wank was slow and light,
building up the feelings inside my balls.
     I wanted to peak behind the curtain and watch David being fucked. Why
had he denied me this sight, I wondered, and did he think that I would not
know and just stay hidden under his desk?
     But the fuck was short. Perry almost squealed when he came with barely
anything audible from David.
     "Rinse yourself and I'll grab us some towels."
     My hand shot out of my sweatpants when I heard David speak. I had to
get back but David's bedroom was down the hall. His parents' room was
nearer, and their door was open. As I heard the curtain rings clang against
the metal rail, I bolted for his parents' bedroom.
     "Now you smell clean." David said.
     "Yes but at least I can go home without my Mum thinking I've spent the
morning wanking my dick red raw."
     Watching through the crack in the door, I saw them walk back to
David's bedroom, towels wrapped around their waist.
     I could only hear muffled voices now and no matter how hard I strained
no words began to form. I resigned myself and sat on the edge of the large
double bed.
     As the minutes passed, I flopped down, lay on the bed where I sat,
just my legs dangling off the end.  The wet cum stained showed no signs of
drying and the damp was beginning to irritate my skin. I pushed my hand
into my sweatpants and cupped my moist dick and balls in my hand,
preventing the damp cloth from irritating further.
     The warmth from my palm began to dry my groin but the touch on my dick
started to arouse it. My half hard was soon pushing against my palm wanting
more space. I lost track of where I was and pushed my sweatpants down to
above my knees. The smell of stale cum filled my nostrils while my arse
felt the coolness of the bedsheets. With the first blast of cool fresh air
my dick went rigid and my fingers began to tease my foreskin over the
head. Closing my eyes, I thought of myself lying on his bed, feet in the
air and David ramming his smooth, thick dick inside me.
     I forgot about the two boys in the next room, I just lay and enjoyed
the fantasy of being fucked. I wanted to push my other hand underneath me
to play with my arsehole but I grew tense and scared.  Fearing the pain
David experienced in the shower, my other hand rubbed my balls and the
arseplay was confined to my fantasy. A finger did slip underneath my balls,
which felt awesome, but my hole stayed out of bounds and untouched.
     As the fantasy of David shooting his load into my bowels neared, the
ridge around my dickhead became too sensitive and I felt a fresh surge of
blood engorge my dick. With one final stroke my balls ached like I had just
been kicked. My dick twitched and except for a very tiny drop of cum, my
orgasm was dry. For the second time that morning I felt cheated and
unsatisfied. I supposed after coming three times already I had just dried
up or I had not worked my dick long enough to have a proper orgasm.
     My tiny drop of cum pooled in my foreskin as my dick
retracted. Squeezing my shaft I forced a little more out and it dribbled
out and down over my hand. It felt watery and looked almost clear.
     Wiping my hand on my bare thigh, I sat up and pulled my sweatpants
back up. David and Perry were still talking in his room but as before I
could not make out anything. Suddenly they became clearer. Realising they
were coming out of the bedroom, I stood up and shielded myself further
behind the partially open door.
     I heard them kiss, just a quick but noisy peck on the lips and Perry
bounded downstairs. I heard David breathing on the landing and then the
sound of the back door closing. Perry had gone.
     David went back to his room.
     "Greg." He said. "Greg, where are you!"
     I made my way out into the hall as I heard David say, "Oh shit, I hope
I've not freaked him out."  And we almost collided as he dashed out of his
room and I turned to enter.
     When he saw me he rested and began panting. Standing with his knees
bent and his hands supporting his body, he looked like he had just run the
mile.
     Relieved that I was still there, he caught his breath as I sat on his
bed. He had not dressed yet but wore the old shorts he had put on when I
first arrived.
     Sitting next to me he placed his hand on my thigh. He looked over and
saw the damp patch on my sweatpants.
     "I hope that means you enjoyed yourself."
     I found myself lost for words and simply repeated the word, I.
     "It's alright." He consoled me. "It's time you knew and time you woke
up and saw the clues that were all around you for years."
     "What d'ya mean?" I sounded a little too defensive and wished I could
say it again, softer.
     "Don't worry. I understand what its like."
     "How long have you and he been..." I trailed off.


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