Date: Mon, 5 May 2014 00:47:38 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying myself 3

As before, if you are offended by underage sexual exploits, just hit
the back button. Thanks again to all who contacted me and encouraged
me to write up
my further stories.

So this is now a year or so later, maybe more. In the intervening time
Tim and I had hooked up somewhat irregularly. There were weird
situations (once I remember he got me to blow him in the digger bucket
of an earth-moving truck which was parked overnight near some
roadworks), dicey ones where my Dad nearly caught us in the garage (I
think he did but decided to stay the other side of the door and listen
then pretend he was just looking for me when I opened the door) and
downright quick, opportunistic ones like when we we'd climbed high up
a large tree and I was scared of getting down and he said he'd help me
get down if I blew him.

Anyway, this time we hadn't caught up for a while. He'd stopped coming
around so much to see my sister (or me) because he'd been expelled
from school and put into another school for hitting someone in our
secondary school. This one lunchtime, I'd gone home because I'd
forgotten my lunch and, in any case didn't live far from school. Tim
spotted me cycling home as he walked along the main road. He shouted
out to grab my attention and asked if I could give him a 'backy' -
i.e. a lift on my bike. I stopped, let him hop on the seat and then
stood on the pedals and cycled to his house. When we got there he
froze as he saw his Mum's car in the driveway. "Charlie - keep going.
Let's go to your place. I'm supposed to be at school and she'd kill me
if she realised I'd bunked off". I rode back towards my house as he
grabbed me around the waist for balance. "You're loving this aren't
you Charlie? My dick against your bum". Believe it or not but we
hadn't done anything anal and the thought didn't appeal but yet I did
definitely enjoy being grabbed around the waist and have his larger
frame tower over me. In response to his jibes, I probably told him to
piss off or something and eventually arrived at my house. He noticed I
was red and teased me that I was getting a boner because he was riding
me. I did blush but passed it off as the exertion of being on the bike
to little avail.

We went inside and I shared my sandwiches with him. He didn't let up
with the teasing - and once we'd finished eating he said that he
wanted to borrow some porno mags from me. He followed me to my bedroom
and I rifled through my impressive collection (by then) and handed him
a couple. We sat and flicked through the mags and I was feeling super
horny again. I was hoping he'd suggest we do stuff together but time
was ticking on and I had to get back to school to be in time for
afternoon registration. "Skive off for the afternoon with me Charlie"
he suggested. "Nah" I replied "I'll miss registration and woodwork"
and get into trouble. "Don't worry, just say you went home because you
had an accident". I figured he meant soiled myself. I was reluctant
and he sensed it. "If you stay back with me, we can have a Tommy Tank
together" which has his cockney-rhyming slang word for wank, rather
inappropriately using the reference of Thomas the Tank Engine. I was
horny and we hadn't done anything for weeks, maybe months and I hadn't
at that point started to do anything with other boys. I agreed but
told him I'd miss registration but turn up to woodwork a bit late and
change my jumper and lie and say I'd fallen off my bike and gotten it
muddy so went home to change it.

With my story figured out and the deal struck, Tim got down to
business. This time he suggested we strip completely naked which I was
uneasy about. For starters I remember it being cold and I was still
not as big as him, although I had started to grow pubes. As before, he
wasn't taking no for an answer. I eventually agreed as long as I could
get undressed under my quilt as it was cold (my excuse) which he
accepted. Once under there with him he rubbed himself up against my
naked body - the first time we'd ever really touched each other other
than hand and mouth to genital contact that had characterised our
previous encounters. His body was warm - I remember that distinctly
and his hard cock pressed against my thigh. He grabbed my hand and
placed it around his dick "go on Charlie - you know what to do" he
said. At this point whenever we did meet up he just wanted a blow job.
Nothing else so I knew that is what I was expected (and wanted) to do.

I slid down under the covers and began to lick his meaty tool. He was
lying on his back with his knees up, feet down and legs spread wide.
"Mmm, yeah Charlie - suck my balls". Carefully I inserted those big
nuts into my mouth and with my right hand I slowly wanked him. I'd
gotten used to his precum (I din't have any) but it was heavier than
before and in a few minutes the whole of his shaft was wet with it and
it was starting to taste salty as I licked near the top of his balls
and base of his shaft. He just loved me tugging at his sack and
playing my tongue around his nuts. "Fuck yeah" he moaned. I started to
get a bit claustrophobic under the quilt and quite hot by now so flung
it back so it just covered my back. His chest was exposed and I
remember seeing the sculpted outline of a late teen adolescent with
very little body fat and more muscles than I'd ever seen on anyone. He
was a bad lad but he kept himself in good shape it seemed. He then
asked me to do something I thought a little odd and that was to suck
one of his nipples. With my head on his chest, my right hand wanking
him I opened my mouth and popped a nipple in. It was very hard and it
felt odd. He leaned forward a little and breathed heavily into my ear,
"bite it very lightly Charlie. But not too hard". I bit in what I
thought was a light way but clearly not light enough because he pushed
my head away "lighter than that - you're practically slicing it off".
I was so eager to please that I went back and just did as he directed
me. He moved his right hand down and grabbed at my raging boner. "I
told you it would get bigger Charlie" he reassured me as he started to
caress my wiener". It was true, by now it was about 12cm from memory
and I had got almost as much hair as him. "Mmmm, keep biting my nipple
and wanking me off" he urged. As I did so and whilst stroking my dick
I remember shuddering a bit. His mouth would have been 1cm from my ear
and his low voice, the way his cock bounced in my hand every time I
tugged lightly at his nipple with my teeth and the way he grinded his
pelvis up and down to meet my strokes turned me on more than anything
since that day when he first taught me to blow him. I could feel I
wasn't far away from cumming so pushed his hand away (I still never
let him see me orgasm since that first time in the garage). "Suck me
off" he demanded and I lowered my head back down to his thick, veiny
prick and did the routine I knew he loved. A combination of sucking
and tugging at his weighty ballsack, licking up and down the back of
his 7 inch cock and then wanking the shaft whilst my mouth surrounded
his engorged purple helmet. By now, I could tell when he was likely to
cum as he was always quite noisy if he could be. "Yes, Charlie" he'd
grunt again and again in increasing urgency and with variations on the
slight change of technique he wished for. I could also tell the way
his thick rod would pulse as my tongue ran over the back of it with
increased frequency but the bounce would be tighter as the whole,
impressive bulk would be straining against its internal pressure. Put
it in your mouth now he instructed and so I did, thinking he was
further away than he clearly was. He then pushed my head down and as
before he emptied his huge load into my mouth. As it pulsated it
drained that sack of salty, musky man juice into my mouth. I really
hated the taste which is why I'd become adept at sensing when he was
going to blow but he'd tricked me deliberately. For him my total
submission was important and swallowing the product of his loins was
part of that. He laughed out loud. I was annoyed but couldn't say so
as I still had his cum in my mouth.

I lept out of my bed and headed to the bathroom, hoping to spit out
that horrid, gooey liquid. By the time I reached the sink some had
gone down my throat, most was still in my mouth and some was now
dribbling down my bottom lip and onto the bathroom floor. I spat out
what I could and cleaned up the rest. However I hadn't climaxed yet
and didn't want to go back in and do that in front of Tim. So I stood
at the sink and closed me eyes and thinking of my head lying on his
muscular chest with his nipple in my mouth, the warm breath as he
barked instructions directly into my ear and the sheer hardness of
that thick, veined tool that was so impressive. Within seconds I could
feel it. But this was different. A huge pressure seemed to be building
and like the year or so before my legs started to shake. I opened my
eyes and looked down and furiously went at my little dick with a
newfound fervour. It was then that it all happened. My legs shook as
my whole body convulsed. I had to grab the tap with my left hand for
balance and then I saw it. Fluid shot out of my boy cock, straight at
the tiles behind the sink. I was panting loudly and Tim was outside
the door. "Fuck me, Charlie - you alright in there" he asked in a
concerned tone. Trying to regather my thoughts, composure and absorb
what had just happened I shouted back "yes - I will tell you in a few
minutes but fuck off". As my heart slowly returned to something nearer
to normal, I attempted to wipe up the mess I'd made. It wasn't a huge
amount and was clear, unlike Tim's. Much as I hated the taste, I
remember putting it to my lips and thinking it wasn't as salty and
acrid as his. Where his was musky and like wallpaper paste, mine was
sweeter, maybe more acidic but very thin - more like his precum I
guess. I was intrigued. Tim knocked on the door now and so I wrapped a
towel around me and walked out. "What the fuck happened Charlie?" he
enquired. "I just produced spunk for the first time. It was amazing" I
proudly told him. "About time, mate. About time" is all I remember him
saying.

Realising I was going to be late for woodwork, I tried as best as I
could to tidy up and Tim asked if he could stay there until I got back
later to avoid his Mum. I reluctantly agreed. He was always
untrustworthy but given that we'd just done what we had and I didn't
have time to argue, I let him. By the time I got home after school he
was gone and after a couple of days I realise he'd stolen my
scientific calculator. I have no idea what he was going to use it for
- he was hardly pupil of the year but that was him - always taking
from every situation.... and pretty shameless with it.

So that was when I guess I felt like I'd become a man. I presume in
the next few days or weeks I'd have found out that I could produce
semen but the excitement of that skin contact, the way he'd been more
intimate with me than any time before and the fact that we were able
to take a lot of time rather than hurry for fear of getting caught I
think made it that much more satisfying and cajoled my boy bag to
yield its contents for the first time. By now I was starting to feel a
little bit used by Tim and with his aggressive attitude towards other
people, his attitude towards school and stealing my stuff even though
I was acting as his little bitch when we did catch up I started to
focus on other boys. But that's for another series of stories.

Next Tim story is when we eventually crossed the final forbidden act
but in the meantime I hope you enjoyed reading about my journey with
him.


Please consider donating to Nifty as it can only continue to provide
access to stories like these with your generous support:
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html