Date: Fri, 9 May 2014 00:41:31 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 9

This is the penultimate James story and happened when I was nearly 15.

After losing our virginity together with Lucy things changed with him. He
was very much into girls now and I'd clearly let the genie out of the
bottle. I really struggled to get him to wank in front of me, no matter how
creative the setup. I was becoming very frustrated, especially as Tim was
increasingly hard to get hold of (no pun intended) and he didn't even
respond if I started wanking in front of him and just got annoyed with me.

So I was rather excited when the chance of a long weekend over the school
holidays with my grandparents sprang up and he agreed to come with me. By
now my sister was allowed to stay in the house on her own and my parents
wanted to have a long weekend away. My grandmother was helping my
grandfather run the onsite post office as he'd just had an operation and
was bed-bound. They had a large property then and we could get up to all
sorts of mischief, especially as there would be times when we could mess
around with my grandmother tied to the post office whilst my controlling
grandfather couldn't come and find us.
We did all the things 'normal' teenage boys would but the large barn-garage
filled with power tools, knives, swords and old stored crap proved to be a
treasure trove. We made things, cut things, burned things and generally
smoked ourselves to near death out there. By day 2 my balls were ready to
burst. As I said we'd stop the Tommy Tank sessions and I wanted to get
something going. I was becoming bolder. So we sat in the woodshed smoking
cigarettes and I finally got up the nerve to refer to what we 'used' to do.
As soon as I mentioned it he said "that was back then Charlie" and shut
down the conversation. Hmmm, this was not going well. That afternoon we
rummaged around in some black bin liners full of old clothes etc and to my
complete surprise I came across an unopened box with a 1970s picture on it
saying "Non-Doctor Back Massager." James urged me to open it so I did.
Inside was a black, 15cm long, cylindrical shaped with a gold band near the
top and 3 attachments that were also in the box. We worked out it required
batteries so we took them from a torch and turned the black ring at the
base. It buzzed. Although I don't recall reading any instructions about it
being a sex toy, it did very much look like the vibrators I'd seen in the
porno mags. I would be commandeering that for a little late night fun and
put the empty box back in the garbage sack and put it in my pocket.

That evening came and we retired to bed. When lights went out I pulled out
the vibrator from the pocket of my jeans and put on the concave attachment
and rubbed it over the top of my dick. It felt really nice. I did this for
a couple of minutes before I hear "What the fuck are you doing Charlie"
from the bed the other side of the room. "Erm, nothing" I hastily replied.
"You're using that vibrator, aren't you?" he retorted in a slightly
dismissive, annoyed voice "Are you putting that up your bum?" I hadn't even
thought of that and certainly wouldn't have done something like that with
him being in the room. "No fucking way" I hissed, "I'm rubbing it against
my dick, you idiot!"
Many more minutes go past and he said "Haven't you cum yet?" to which I
reply "No, it's not going to". It was good but not that good. With that the
light came on. He got up out of his bed, walked over and pulled the sheets
back and stared at my dick with the vibrator placed on the end. "What does
it feel like?" he enquired. His tone had changed and I sensed an
opportunity. "It's not bad. Want to try?" Without thinking he just grabbed
it off me, pulled down the front of his boxer/pyjama shorts and placed it
on the end of his semi-erect cock. Within seconds he was fully hard. I
hadn't seen his dick in a while and it was bigger now. Probably average
length and still very smooth but more deeply tanned and of decent girth but
with a smallish knob. After a couple of minutes standing there he withdrew
the vibrator, removed the attachment to reveal the socket where it pushed
into and then placed that against his knob. Why hadn't I thought of that?
He pressed it hard against his prick and I remember the motor straining
somewhat before he eased the pressure: the motor would go faster and he'd
repeat it. I was quite amazed he hadn't returned to his bed and stood
there, his dick at my eye level probably less than 50cm from my face.
He continued to press it against his dick in cycles of greater or lesser
pressure and I watched, mesmerised and started to stroke myself. This was
hot and he was slightly in another world, almost oblivious of me. He
started to cup his balls in his left hand whilst he adjusted the pressure
of the vibrator in his right hand against his clearly very hard dick. He
had an intense look on his face as he stared down at this plastic tool
against his fleshy one. He then started to sway a little and then I watched
as he bent double somewhat and I could see his dick bob and twitch as it
unloaded his hot juice which, because of the obstacle over the end, ended
up spraying on the carpet, some on my sheets and some on my pillow. "Wow,
Charlie. That is fucking ace. You should finish yourself off with it."
Needing no encouragement I grabbed it from him, it still absolutely
dripping with his boy fluid and place it on the end of my cock. I think
because I was thicker than he with a bigger helmet, the thin edge of that
gold-coloured metal band that formed the top end of the vibrator socket cut
a bit into my dick but with a bit of manoeuvring I put the sharp edge at
the back of my dick lightly which had the desired effect and increased the
pleasure. I lay back and could smell his cum on my pillow and I wanted to
lick it but he was still watching me and I didn't want him to see me acting
a bit "gay" as he put it. I kept going with it but whilst it felt amazing,
I couldn't feel it building to an orgasm, not helped by James just standing
there. After a while he said "here, you're not holding it right" and
reached down and grabbed the vibrator and with the skill of a good dental
assistant moved it around until my dick twitched in response. "There, you
see - hold it like that." I asked him to hold it there and I leaned back
and just enjoyed it. I leaned my head right and looked at his dick which by
now was at half mast but there were ropes of cum stuck in his dark pubes
and his legs glistened with it. On seeing that and James' diligent efforts
I could feel it having the desired effect as an incredible orgasm engulfed
my body and my spunk, just like his sprayed out this way and that, much of
it on his hand. "Fucking hell Charlie" he said in a mocking tone "you've
cum on my hand you bastard." I looked at him and saw he was miffed but not
angry so smiled weakly and offered a "sorry mate" which seemed to work. He
just wiped his hands on my sheets and shuffled back to his bed and switched
the lights off. I waited for what seemed like hours for him to fall asleep
and then got the vibrator out again and managed, this time, to get myself
off with it, reenacting what had just happened over in my head.

The following day he was fine with me but that evening he asked to borrow
the vibrator and wanked himself with it under the covers. I went over to
his bed and pulled back the sheets which he freaked about. It sounds so sad
now but I tried to pull up a chair so that I could sit next to him while he
buzzed that over his cock, under the covers but he refused. I was desperate
to get a new session of rude stuff happening with him but he wasn't
interested and was becoming increasingly wary of my more entrenched
homosexuality. I would have to find another cock friend I thought to myself
as my parents drove us back home at the end of that long weekend.
In the ensuing months James would occasionally come around my house and ask
to borrow that vibrator. Seeing it as a bargaining chip i would say he
could only use it at my place. So he'd insist I wasn't in the same room to
watch him as it freaked him out. I always agreed as just the thought of him
wanking in my bed and leaving small traces of cum in the end of that
vibrator that I'd love to lick clean was better than nothing. Plus I'd
started to get our friend, Adrian, to be my wank buddy so it would do when
Adrian wasn't around. There was one time when he caught Adrian and I in the
shed (well we managed to zip up just in time but it was obvious what we
were doing) and later that day he said that if Adrian and I were wanking we
shouldn't hide it from him. I never knew if he meant that he'd be up for
joining in or that we just shouldn't hide things from him. Either way, I
foolishly didn't pursue for reasons I can't explain but I didn't and I
sometimes regret that now. There was one last major milestone with James
before we fell out big time which is the last in the James chapter.

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